Blair leaves

Your arms have grown numb by the time Blair undoes the manacles. You’re both still flushed and sweaty from your exertions. Blair’s naked breasts have stopped heaving erotically, but there’s still an edge to each breath. You have never been so exhausted or so enervated as you feel right now.

You moan as you bring your arms back to your side. Blair looks on amused.

“You could have brought them down anytime. Heck, these are so loose, you could have released yourself whenever you wanted.”

Now that you’re released you realise that. But before, when manacled, the concept of letting yourself out never crossed your mind. You just assumed you couldn’t.

Having released you she slides you into her embrace, wrapping her arms around you, pressing her naked body against yours, resting her head against your shoulder.

“God, where have you been all my life?” she asks. She doesn’t wait for a reply. “If I’d known you existed, I would have searched you out. Ten years, of lesser cocks, of lesser men. The only thing you lack is stamina.”

“You keep saying that, but I’m always outlasting you.”

She looks at you with pity. “Women can have back-to-back multiple orgasms. Men can’t. I once met a man who could fuck for hours before cumming.”

“Then why aren’t you with him?”

“Because he needed to fuck for hours to get a woman to cum. I’m imagining if you had his stamina, with your technique, you’d be… fuck… it would be every woman’s dream. But you need his stamina. For that you need exercise. Tomorrow I’m taking you on a run. The start of your new exercise routine.”

She disengages and sits up. Then she slides off the bed.

“Where are you going?”

“Home.”

“You can stay the night. I’d love you stay the night.”

Her smile is one of pity and yearning and desperation and internal pain.

“If I stay the night I will fuck you again.” There’s a brief pause. “Several times. And neither of us will be in a fit state to start your new exercise regime.”

“Isn’t sex an exercise.”

“Yes, but a good exercise regime has a variety of exercises. However much I’d love to put you through an all-sex exercise regime, it wouldn’t have the desired result. Except for us having lots of sex. But I’m intending on that anyway. No, you need to start jogging. We’ll start tomorrow morning. First thing. I’ll be back. Be ready.”

It’s with disappointment, both for her and you, that she gets dressed. Then she leans in and kisses you. You manage to get out of bed to escort her to the door, slipping on a dressing gown, so you don’t stand naked in the open door. Your whole body aches, especially your thighs and your arms. Maybe Blair has a point.

“It would be a pleasure if you stayed,” you try one last time to keep her.

“I know. But the first thing you learn about sport, is that you defer pleasure now for greater pleasure later. And I’m planning on getting all the pleasure I can out of you. And must get back for Giggsy.”

“Giggsy?”

“My dog. Left him alone all afternoon. Can’t leave him alone all night.”

Another kiss and she leaves. Leaving you mentally, emotionally, and physically exhausted.