The video with Marley is far more intimate than Sadie expected

I freeze with my right arm holding my left across my body, stretching my shoulder and back nicely. Marley’s straightforwardness is both shocking and appreciated. Remembering that he’s seen my cage induced bulge three times a week for a month and a half makes me rock my hips back and forth and smile while saying, “You like? Sarah found it. It’s called a… well, it’s not important what it’s called, but it’s a clip. It will keep me from getting hard but instead of just putting me in an external cage, it’s a clip that I’m… I don’t know… folded into?”

Marley’s smile sends happy chills up my back as his eyes are plastered on my crotch. If I had any question whether the clip would hold up under scrutiny or not, Marley’s long stare answered it. His response is even more kind than I thought it would be. “That’s great Sadie. But it doesn’t hurt, does it? I mean, it doesn’t look like it would feel good.”

I stop moving in a teasing way and answer, “Well, no. It doesn’t feel good, but it doesn’t hurt. I’d say it’s about as uncomfortable as the cage is.”

My only question had been how effective it would be at keeping me from getting erect and while I hate admitting that just having Marley look over me like this is arousing, I can feel me trying to get hard down there and the clip effectively holding it back. Marley’s answer sends another chill up my back and makes me blush. “Well okay then. If we get a chance, I’d like to see it. Especially if it isn’t locked on!”

I feel like glue is holding me in place as I try to parse exactly what he means by that. Is he just curious on a mechanical level? Like seeing exactly how it works? Or is he more interested because it could come off? Like he wanted to see me without any type of chastity device. Or is he interested because he’d RATHER I be in a locked chastity device. God, since he admitted to being attracted to me, I now have to go over everything he says with a fine-toothed comb.

I finally push past what he says as there’s no way I’m going to show that part of myself to him, whether I’m locked or not. Instead, I turn toward the weight bench and try to imagine what pose Marley is going to want to start with. When I feel Marley’s hand grip my arm and turn me back to him, I’m reminded just how strong he is. His hand easily encircles the bicep area of my arm, and he turns me around without seeming to show any effort whatsoever.

I grow nervous when his other hand starts reaching down toward my waist, but grow confused as it doesn’t reach toward my crotch. Instead, he reaches behind me and cups one of my butt cheeks. Marley’s eyes practically sparkle as I feel his finger tap at my princess plug and he asks, “But what about this?”

I immediately know I should have asked Sarah if she could see it through my yoga pants. Maybe not while standing, but I’d be arching my back and pushing my ass out like I just did in my stretches. I flounder a bit as I’m not really sure how to tell him I’m wearing it to help give me more feminine movements. My pause was obviously misconstrued as he answers his own question. “Look, I imagine you like having one in and couldn’t wear a plug during our normal exercise routines, but you have it reversed. You’re always welcome to have one in while we work out, but this would show as much as your cage would on video.”

I swear, my whole face must have turned seven shades of red. I can’t believe he thinks I’m wearing it because I enjoy it. Just as I dig deep and get enough wherewithal to respond, to at least tell him I’m not the type of person who enjoys wearing a butt plug, Marley turns and sits down on the weight bench. And like he’s done at the end of every single one of our sessions, he pulls me gently but firmly over his legs. Except this time, he’s not trying to give me an injection. As he pulls down my pants and thong, exposing not just my bare ass but the pink jeweled heart shaped end of the plug, its clear he’s going to ‘help’ me take it out.

I wiggle on his lap and try to make my case that I don’t need his help in this, that I can take it out in private. “Marley I…”

My voice is cut off by Marley’s hands landing on me. One on the small of my back, holding me down, and the other lightly slapping my bare tush. His voice is calming, like he’s talking to an overexcited puppy. “Shh shh shh… it’s okay Sadie. I got you!”

I’m not even sure what I was going to say, but all words are eliminated from my vocabulary as I feel Marley grip the end of the plug and start pulling on it. My attempt at speech is transformed into a low, drawn-out grunt that even to my own ears sounds suspiciously pleasurable “Uuuuhhnnnngghhhh!”

Whether I’ve pulled the plug out myself or had Sarah helping me, I know you don’t just pull it straight out. That it has to be teased in order to open up my sphincter without pain. So, I’m not sure whether Marley knows that and is doing the same thing, or if he’s simply trying to play with me, pulling the plug partially out and letting it slide back in. Over and over. My legs kick and tense in time with his teasing and I actually bring my hands up to cover my traitorous mouth since I can’t stop moaning.

I can get the plug out of me painlessly in about two minutes flat. Sarah either pulls it out faster, making me hurt a bit, or takes an additional thirty seconds. Marley doesn’t hurt me at all and takes a full four minutes of playing with my butt plug before he slips it out. Even when it’s out, he sends shocks of pleasure through my body, extending from my held back penis to my nipples to my head, by tapping at my recently expanded sphincter with the toy several times before setting it aside.

Even then, with the toy out, Marley doesn’t let me up. Instead, he still holds me down and cups each of my cheeks in turn, rubbing his thumb up between the cheeks in a far more intimate touch than he’s ever laid on me. With a final parting light spank he pulls my thong up into place… taking an inordinate amount of time to get it centered and hidden between my butt cheeks… and then finally my yoga pants. With his hands gripping my waist he stands and sets me on my shaky legs saying, “There, now we’re ready to start!”

I have no idea what to say. Do I scold him for being so forward? Do I thank him for helping? Do I kiss him for making me feel good? Do I curse him for making me feel so damned feminine. Instead, of figuring out how to respond, I try to get my face back to its normal skin tone from its beet red color by nodding and picking up the discarded plug. After I’ve tossed it into my bag, I see that Marley has moved to the camera and turned it on. Knowing that whether we use it or not, we’re now being recorded, I take a moment to recenter myself and get into a professional mindset.

Marley seems to have done the same as he directs me in short curt commands to where he wants me to be. We start with me lifting some weights. I kneel on the weight bench then move down to my elbows. With one arm I reach down to grab the ten-pound hand weight and start doing curls. Once he’s happy with my pose he moves to my right side, behind me from the camera’s perspective, and shows how even this simple exercise would involve intimate touch. He lays one hand on the back of my neck while the other lands on my upturned ass. His hand moves in time with my lift and drop motion with the weight. As I lift it, his hand strokes up the back of my thigh and over my ass. When I start downward, his fingers go just a touch in between my cheeks as his hand moves back down my ass and thigh.

I immediately learned that he’s right. While I saw almost all of his touches and movements with me during our exercise routines as intimate and sexual, they’re nothing compared to this. THIS is intimate. THIS is sexual.

We follow this pose with several more weightlifting exercises. Me on my back bench-pressing while he stands over me, his thighs suspiciously close to my cheeks, the bench tilted up so that my face is suspiciously close to his crotch. I don’t need Marley’s instructions to keep looking up ‘at him’ as I couldn’t take my eyes from the outline of his cock in his tight biking shorts if I’d wanted to. Another has me squat lifting while he stands behind me, guiding me through the squat. Of course, the camera is to the side so it can focus on my ass rubbing up and down his body on each movement, letting me feel his package on each pass.

When we’re done with the weights, Marley gives us a break. He says he’ll be right back and walks away from our little setup. While I wasn’t lifting all that much weight and certainly not doing enough reps to really work out, I have to dab at my sweat and fix my makeup and hair. While we don’t have to worry about the noises we’re making since Marley told me he wants to have a musical overlay for sound, we still can’t talk as it will show our mouths moving. So, any time I have to question what he wants or Marley has to correct my position or movement, it means repeating it. I figure we have what will end up as a couple minutes of footage from over an hour of us working out. An hour of intimate touches that has me achy under my yoga pants and thong, and appreciative of the clip’s ability to hold me back.

When Marley comes back, we each take a drink and move into our guided and assisted stretches. These are all the same poses as we do each session, but he’s not simply hinting at touching me intimately now. His hands are all over me. When we do the cobra stretch, instead of his hand moving from my ass to my neck and shoulders, it just stays on my ass. Instead of his other hand staying on my neck and jaw, it manages to slide down over my breasts. On my child’s pose, me on my knees bending forward with my hands above my head, Marley is again behind me practically mounting me doggy style. His hands glide up and down my side making no attempt to disguise that they’re touching my breasts, while he presses into my rear rhythmically. I’m sure the camera will pick up the intimacy of his movement, but there’s no way it can see his hardening cock press into the crevasse of my ass.

We go through several stretches and I’m practically panting when we’re done. Not from effort, but from having Marley’s hands so overtly on my body. I feel turned off and humiliated to be treated this way by a man, but I can’t deny that I’m also turned on like I’ve never been turned on before. Marley again calls for a break and I again take the time to fix my makeup and hair. When Marley returns, he’s in a different outfit and asks me to change so it won’t look like we filmed this all at one time. Grabbing my bag, I step into the changing room and pick out a new pair of yoga pants that I haven’t worn before. I’d been holding off on them as they seemed a little overt for working out with Marley, but that sexiness would work for his video. These pants have mesh panels built in that shows off skin at the bottom of my bottom, my thighs, and my calves. I add an athletic bra with little strips of mesh showing the underside of my breasts and return to Marley. His eyes say he’s very impressed with my new wardrobe, but he moves right into some actual yoga.

We do several poses where I again feel Marley’s hands rub over parts of my body, but we end with the melting heart pose. I’m on my knees leaning forward onto my arms. It’s like the child’s stretching pose, but my legs are apart, and my back is bent more severely, leaving my ass high up in the air. When we first tried this, I couldn’t get my chest on the ground. Marley would crouch in front of me, his legs on either side of my outstretched hands, and I’d be stretching my head toward his crotch. Just last week we got my breasts to not only touch the floor but started working on spreading my legs a little wider for a better stretch overall. Marley surprised me today though as I got into position and let out my little groan from the great feeling stretch. Instead of crouching down in front of me, running his hands over my ass and my back, he kneeled behind me. In between my legs.

This was by far the most overtly sexualized position we’ve ever taken. In no other pose was he in between my legs. In no other pose were we crotch to crotch. When I started to come up from the pose though, Marley’s hands pressed into my back and easily pushed me back down, stretching me further and eliciting another groan. That groan intensified when he pulled me back and ground into me, his cock pressing into my flattened penis. He held us in that intimate of all intimate poses for several seconds before gripping me by the waist and pushing me forward by a few inches. I let out a long sigh but cut it off when he started to pull me back until we were pressed into each other again.

As he starts the motion over, pushing me away only to pull me back, I want to ask him what he’s doing. But the camera is in front of me, looking down along my body and will clearly see my lips. If I talk, I just guarantee that we’ll have to repeat the action. And just thinking of what the camera would see, Marley between my legs, hands on my waist, pushing and pulling me in this pose…. God, it would have no way of seeing that we WEREN’T fucking. I close my eyes and just try to wait for it to be over. I hear the quiet sexy moans and know they’re coming from me but am powerless to stop them. It really doesn’t matter the role I’m playing in this little intimate scene, just imagining a man fucking a woman in this pose must be the hottest thing I’ve thought of in months. Years. And it has to be the same for Marley as each time he brings me back to him, he’s grown bigger and presses us more intensely together.