takerofselves: The music played on as Chrissy danced. She closed her eyes and let it penetrate
takerofselves: The music played on as Chrissy danced. She closed her eyes and let it penetrate her mind, guiding her swaying, sensual movements. What had started as a half hearted bid to add a little fun to her workout had become an obsession and now it was the first thing she did when she got home from work. The ritual was part of what she liked about it. Chrissy would lock the door, put on her favorite workout wear and slide the newest exercise mix Max had given her into the usb slot on her TV. The screen flickered to life with flashing and spiraling ambient colors and she could feel her body begin to pull her around the room before the beat even began. But once the music built, she was on fire - the winding gyrations had melted pounds off her. Her cute albeit a bit pudgy body slowly molding itself into an undeniable sex object. Even she found herself getting aroused looking in the mirror, and even more-so by the end of each workout. Chrissy had never been too inclined to play with herself, but a long string of squirting orgasms by her own hands had become part of the ritual at some point - then it had become her favorite part at some point after that.Her screaming pleasure and newfound confidence in her shape had everything to do with Max’s offerings, so it didn’t surprise her at all that he played a big part in her mental scenarios as she danced and as she frigged herself each day. She could see herself dancing for him, running her hands over her sweat covered skin as she sunk to her knees and crawled to him, lavishing him with her mouth as her dripping cunt pulsed in time with the music. She wondered when she had started holding back from the brink of cumming until she heard him order it in her mind, but the fantasy drove her wild so she kept to that rule. Nearly a year had passed and her ritual had become more and more centered on those imaginary scenarios. Even after Max had married some rich debutant and quit his job, he still found time to bring her new exercise mixes. These new ones were hard to dance to but easy to craft sexy scenes of submission and ecstasy inducing humiliation while under their sway. As the final tones played out and the flashing screen flicked off this time, Chrissy texted Max - her fingers more sure of what to say than her edge-blank mind. Soon he would come to take her home, soon her transformation would be rewarded. Chrissy began to sway as she stood by the window to watch for her Master’s car. -- source link
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