The Gym

Marching down the road, Sarah could feel the plug sitting firmly in her ass. Her face glowed red and she tried to keep her head down to hide her embarrassment. Her shame contrasted heavily with the confidence with which her body held. Every stabbing step was taken with the confidence of a model on a runway. Her hips swayed teasingly and her posture was perfect except for her neck.

Her legs stopped in front of a building with several clear windows and a glass door. On the door was one word Sarah had never thought she would be **** to go wearing a latex fetish outfit. She blanched at the word "Gym" on the door. Her hand was raised and placed on her chin. She tried to look away only to find her hand firmly keeping her head looking at the door. She shook her head slightly with the little movement she had and silently begged and pleaded with the outfit to go somewhere, anywhere else.

Her hand released it's grip on her face and opened the door smoothly. Stepping inside she felt the outfit shudder as it passed through the magical wards protecting the building. Still, they had no other effect and she was strolled onto a stair master. Her hand grabbed her previously unnoticed phone and typed a quick message. "You want to get out of here? Legs and abs first. No leaving until you finish a proper workout."

She groaned internally at the message and nodded her head apprehensively. Her hand connected the safety clip to the chain between her legs and pressed the "Go" button to start the machine. Sarah expected her legs to step on their own for a moment. But no movement came to her surprise. She rode the stair master down until the clip gently pulled the chain between her cheeks tighter and she quickly stepped to the next few stairs to keep pace. It dawned on her just then that she would have to do all the exercise herself to get out of here. There would be no assistance from the outfit.

Taking methodical steps to keep from tumbling off the machine Sarah glanced at her surroundings and immediately felt regret. More than a few pairs of eyes where trained on her. How could they not be? A beautiful woman wearing a fetish outfit with a safety clip attached to a chain between her legs would draw some attention anywhere. Fifteen minutes passed and Sarah's legs were burning from the incline of the steps when her phone buzzed and her hand reached out on it's own to turn off the machine.

The outfit took control of her legs again and walked her over to a squat rack. Effortlessly she picked up and racked two 45lb weights. Then she was positioned underneath with the bar resting on her shoulders. Feeling the outfit relax it's control she prepped herself mentally when she had the realization that she would be squatting with a plug in her ass. Sarah felt fear creep in at the possibilities of what could go wrong. What if it popped out? The outfit was losing patience and tugged the chain further between her legs in a warning to hurry up. Sarah bit her lip nervously and grasped the bar and lifted it up and onto her shoulder's entirely. Bracing herself she gradually bent her knees and lowered her ass into a squat.

Every second of holding the squat terrified her. She couldn't bear the social consequences of the plug popping out. She could barely handle the looks of of the onlookers as she worked out in high heels! Coming back up she finished the first squat. Going down again she feared again the plug might pop out as it felt dangerously close to doing so. Just as she reached the lowest point of her squat and feared the worst the chain nuzzled itself again the plug, keeping it firmly where it belonged. Raising back up Sarah gave a sigh of relief at the reassurance that she would not be humiliated in that way at the gym. Feeling more confident she resumed her squats until she reached fifteen.

She legs stepped away from the rack and her hands picked up a rag to clean the bar and take the weights off. She then alternated between lunges and sit ups on a padded floor. With her legs sufficiently worked and her abs warmed up she was taken to stand that allowed for hanging leg lifts. Stepping up to it her phone buzzed and she grabbed it again. Looking at what the enchantment had to say she suddenly realized the reason for this impromptu workout. "When you have a coregasm, you can leave." Sarah wasn't sure what a coregasm was but she could take a guess.

She hoisted herself up so her legs off the floor and began to lift them up and down in front of her. Quickly she felt the burn in both her arms and core. Soon that burning began to feel strange. Almost. . . Pleasurable? She kept going and the odd feeling grew in intensity deep in her body. Soon it bubbled up and she exploded in an intense orgasm right there! Sarah moaned loudly and dropped from the stand with a hand between her legs and her mouth in an "O" shape as she was wracked by pleasure from deep within.

Quickly the pleasure subsided and once again anyone without headphones turned to look at her. Quickly the outfit snapped her to attention and walked her over to a treadmill to sit down. A man approached her cautiously. "Um miss, are you alright?" He inquired. Her hand suddenly grabbed her phone and thrust it towards him. Shocked by her actions she gaped for a moment before recovering. "Y-yeah yeah. Could you er- take a picture of me real quick?" She asked hoping he didn't notice her hesitation. The man slowly nodded and hummed in affirmation. "Thank you." She said awkwardly as he took the phone out of her hand. He backed up a step and pointed the phone at her. That's when the enchantment struck again and raised her hand to her zipper and tugged it down, revealed a lovely amount of cleavage. In the moment before Sarah realized what was happening the phone snapped the picture on it's own. The man, distracted by Sarah's seemingly lewd actions took no notice that he didn't actually click anything and quickly handed the phone back before walking away briskly to return to his workout. Sarah accepted the phone and glowered at her now very visible chest.

She was stood up and strutted out of the gym and back home without pause. Inside the safety of her apartment she was allowed to strip and clean herself before passing out on the couch for a few hours.

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