Unsurprisingly, I woke up at 5 AM. I stretched on the hard floor, working out the mass of kinks and knots my body was experiencing. As quietly as I could, I got to my feet. I saw Amber sprawled under her blankets. Even asleep, she was beautiful. Her brown hair was a halo around her head and she had a contented look on her face as she slept in her comfortable bed. I quietly slipped out of her room and made my way to the living room. I noticed that Sarah had gone - she must have woken up at some point during the night and left. I thought that Amber might like to have coffee made for her when she woke, so I quietly added some grounds to her machine, figured out how to program it, and set it for 7 AM. I left her house, shutting the front door quietly behind me.
When I got home, I glanced at the clock - still just 5:15. Lots of time before I met with Sarah for my morning workout. I grimaced - my legs were particular sore and just walking made them ache. On top of that, my rear was still incredibly tender. I had to meet with Ms. Sutton again in just 5 days, and I sincerely hoped I would heal fully before then. I was dreading this coming Tuesday night, but at the same time I felt the familiar clench of the chastity cage as my neglected cock tried to get hard. There was something about the way Ms. Sutton commanded my obedience that aroused me, I realized. She was so different from Amber and Sarah. Amber was friendly to me most of the time, and I think she had my best interests at heart - she loved my service and attention and unquestionably my money, but we started out as friends first. Sarah was a bit of an unknown quantity. I found her fit body incredibly sexy, and I think she was becoming comfortable with me in a way. Her cold reaction when I had disappointed her yesterday morning reminded me that she was also very strict when it came to following her orders regarding exercise and diet. But with Ms. Sutton it was very different. She didn't really care about me as a person - there was no chatting or getting to know me like I experienced with Amber and Sarah. In fact she didn't want me to speak at all. It was terrifying but also oddly exciting that she was so clearly aroused by the prospect of caning me.
I remembered that I had started to wash Sarah's workout clothes but never finished the job. I figured I had plenty of time, so I restarted the wash cycle. While that ran, I took a quick shower, taking care as usual to wash the chastity cage and its contents thoroughly. By the time I toweled off and dressed in my workout clothes, it was time to put Sarah's clothes in the dryer. I made coffee and relaxed for a few minutes. It just took a few minutes to dry the small load, and I removed her clothes and folded them carefully. Once more, I held her panties in my hand and imagined how they would look on her toned body. I shuddered with need and found my other hand rubbing myself through my shorts, desperate for any feeling. I needed to cum. It had only been a few days since Amber had me lock this cage on my dick, but I was used to masturbating daily. It was incredibly frustrating that I was denied doing that, even in my own home. I wondered if Amber cared about the intense desire I was feeling now almost constantly. I couldn't even bring it up to her unless she asked me because of her restriction on the subject. I groaned as I felt the spikes start to dig into my now useless penis.
Shaking my head in frustration, I decided to put my energy into something useful. I set up my ironing board in the living room and watched some TV as I ironed Sarah's t shirts. I also ran the iron quickly over her yoga pants and panties, pressing them. I folded them all very carefully and carried them out to my car. Just like last night when I proactively decided to wash her car for her, I thought about how it would be best to stay on her good side and try to curry some favor with her. I saw the folded clothes on my front seat and frowned. It seemed wrong to just hand them to her in a pile. Glancing at my watch, I saw that I had some time still. I headed for a 24 hour Target on my way to the gym.
I found what I was looking for in just a few minutes - a nice ornate gift box, about a foot on each side. Next to it was some colored tissue paper so I grabbed that too. Back at my car, I laid some tissue paper in the box and very carefully arranged her clothes neatly inside - pants first, followed by t shirts and jog bras and finally her panties on top. I put another layer of tissue paper on top and closed the box. I hurried to the gym and made it there just before seven.
Sarah was alone in the gym as usual, stretching. She didn't look like she was showing any ill effects from her drinking yesterday. She wore black jogging shorts and a grey t shirt that was cut just below her small breasts, exposing her belly. I could see the lower portion of a white jog bra below the line of her t shirt when she moved.
She noticed me come in and smiled. Seeing the gift box in my hands, she raised her eyebrow questioningly.
"Whatcha got there, Chris?" she asked, coming over to me.
Suddenly I got flustered. It seemed like I was under some sort of spell all of the time, between Amber's control and the chastity cage I was wearing. Once in a while though the bizarreness of my actions struck me. I was holding my trainer's laundry, which I had done without asking, and was presenting it to her in a gift box.
"Um...nothing...just..." I let out a breath and decided I didn't really have any choice but to admit what I had done. "I found some of your clothes in your car last night and decided to wash them for you."
She laughed and stepped closer, taking the lid off the box as I held it out to her in my hands. She peered in and smiled.
"What are you, like, the nicest guy in the world? That was really thoughtful. And I saw that you washed and cleaned my car too! Sorry it was a bit of a mess...I hate that you saw it like that - I'm a bit embarrassed to be honest."
She put the lid back on the box and took it from me, setting it on the small reception desk.
"You know the drill by now - strip and on the scale."
I was glad when she led the way to the changing room - I knew I was blushing at her forward command, even though I reflected I should be used to it by now. Again, I felt awkward as I removed everything but my underwear in the tiny room with her watching me. I stepped on the scale, waiting for her to make note of the weight and log it on her clipboard as usual. Instead I saw her watching me thoughtfully. There were several seconds of silence as she drummed her fingers on her arms.
"You said at lunch yesterday that you did things for Amber. Cleaned her house and stuff like that, right?"
I nodded, blushing slightly at the memory of our lunch when Amber had me confess our situation to Sarah.
"And...you pay her when you do those things. And she does nothing for you in return. Right?"
I nodded again, looking down at my bare feet on the scale.
She took one step closer to me, even though she was only a few feet away in the small room. She put her hand on my shoulder, gently. I looked up in surprise and saw she was grinning at me. I shivered, knowing what she was thinking.
"So what would you ordinarily pay Amber for, say, cleaning her car or doing her laundry?"
Her fiery red hair framed her lean face in two neat braids. I shivered again at her smile as I stood almost naked on the scale.
"Um...I don't know..." I stammered, not sure what to say."
"Of course you do. I know it...excites you...when she takes money from you for some reason. I'm sure you think about it all the time." She gave a laugh. "Now answer me, Chris."
Her hand, resting gently on my shoulder, squeezed possessively.
"Uh...she charges me one hundred dollars, usually." I managed, blushing furiously. She was right - it did excite me when Amber demanded money from me. The unfairness of the arrangement was infuriating but also irresistible to me.
Her eyes widened slightly in surprise.
"Wow..." She said quietly. Her smile returned a second later.
"For each thing you do?"
I groaned slightly. Sarah's fit body was just inches from me in the small room. Her direct questions and what I anticipated happening next was making me feel weak and controlled. On top of that, the small chastity cage had left me unable to satisfy the incredible arousal I felt nearly constantly now.
I nodded.
"So...I should take two hundred dollars from you then, right?"
I moaned audibly. I didn't trust my voice so I merely nodded.
Amber laughed and squeezed my shoulder quickly.
"Wow - this is so easy." Amber grabbed her clipboard and made a note of my weight. Shaking slightly from frustration and arousal mixed with embarrassment, I reached for my gym shorts.
"Hold a sec, Chris" Sarah said, putting her hand on my arm. There was a mischievous twinkle in her eye.
"I was a bit tipsy yesterday but I remember Amber suggesting I take a peek at what you've got down there." She flicked her eyes down to my underwear. "It doesn't look like much in your underwear, but I've been surprised before." She smiled at me.
I turned bright red.
"No...please...it's nothing - I mean, I'm normal. Nothing to see really."
She frowned slightly.
"I'm serious, Chris. Take them off or there will be consequences."
Desperately, I looked around. The small changing room was only shielded from the main room of the gym by a thin curtain that didn't entirely cover the entrance. There was no one in the gym - in fact there hadn't been anyone else there in the three previous workouts. I had assumed it was a private workout room of some sort. I looked back at Sarah. She was staring at me with one eyebrow raised. Her arms were crossed underneath her small breasts.
Groaning, I lowered my tightey whiteys down my legs and stepped out of them.
Sarah was staring at my crotch with a shocked look.
"What the actual fuck??"
She stepped closer and tentatively reached out her hand. She gave the cage two quick taps with her fingertips. I moaned as I heard the sound of her fingernails on the metal cage, but felt nothing.
"Is that what I think it is?" She asked, the shocked expression still evident on her face.
"Uh...yeah...I guess" I stammered, embarrassed.
"Did Amber put that on you?"
"Yeah..." I admitted. Not exactly, I thought, but she had directed me to put it on.
Sarah was shaking her head.
"I thought she told me everything - she's going to have to answer some questions!" She stared for another few seconds.
"Does it interfere at all with your runs? Or lifting?"
I almost smiled at her professionalism, coming to the surface even at a time like this.
"No...it's fine" I said.
She nodded.
"Ok. Wow, just...wow. I mean, it's so small!"
I blushed.
"Um...yeah it's tight" I said, trying to salvage my pride.
"I'm sure it is...does it hurt?"
I shrugged.
"Yeah...I mean not usually. But..." I felt myself turn even redder. "...if I get...excited...it has these...points on the inside of the tube, that..."
I trailed off and shrugged again helplessly.
Sarah's eyes widened as she understood what I was saying.
"Jesus...wow." She walked slowly to the side, getting a better look. Suddenly remembering what my ass looked like after my appointment with Ms. Sutton, I tried to cover my rear with my hands.
"What the..." Sarah grabbed my wrists and moved my hands out of the way. She stood directly behind me. I groaned again.
"What HAPPENED to you???? Your ass looks like it lost a fight with a bear! Did Amber do this?"
I shook my head.
