Fit To Be Tied

Literotic asexstories – Fit To Be Tied by jklendcraw,jklendcraw
Every part of John’s mind and body cried out for release. Somehow, tonight, his frustration and arousal had risen far beyond what he’d experienced so far. He hadn’t known it could get this bad. And yet there was still some part of him that felt as if he’d never known pleasure this intense before as well. Before he’d signed up for this “fitness program”, he hadn’t known that pleasure could be a form of torture. Or that he would revel in it. He felt a piece of himself vanish, a piece that fought to control the situation, control his sexual self. He whimpered softly, his ability to beg diminished greatly in his moment of surrender.

Somewhere in the midst of his thoughts, he felt Cindy’s warm breath on his ear. “Are you still there, sweetie? I’d hate for you to miss the rest of this.”

Coming back to the moment, John opened his eyes. He saw again the situation of his great pleasure and torment. His body naked, ringed in sweat. Wrists and ankles bound tightly against the bed. His dick, ridiculously hard and throbbing, pointing up in the air. And his wife, naked, beautiful, and the most powerful being in the universe.

Cindy turned away from his face as she saw his eyes regain a sense of his surroundings. “Good, I see you’re back. We’ve so much more fun to have before we’re done tonight. Have to make sure you’re plenty motivated to meet all those goals. Are you really that desperate to cum, yet? I don’t think so. I think after one… hell, let’s make it two… dozen more edges you’ll be primed and ready to go. Don’t you think?” Her voice carried some amusement, but also contained the unmistakable husky sound of arousal.

John choked out a sob, unsure if he could handle 24 more edges on his frustrated, throbbing cock. He was also unsure if he would truly choose not to endure it if he had the option. He had become addicted to the edges, to these moments, to basking in the glow of his wife’s control.

Cindy resumed her place straddling his stomach, her hands wrapped softly around his swollen dick. They moved slowly… so slowly… as if they were in a slow-motion recap. A part of John marveled at his wife’s skill, so impressively built up over the last six months. She seemed to know just what would drive him crazy… and just what would get him to the edge without crossing it. She also was ridiculously good at keeping him on the edge of cumming, sometimes for minutes on end. They hadn’t had any “accidents” in months, her ability to read his body had become like clockwork. He thought wistfully back to when accidents were possible, when he might get a bit of relief even when she didn’t choose to give it to him.

As she once again got him to the brink of orgasm, only to pull away, he felt the frustration renew. “Please babe… please let me cum. I’ll complete the goals… I just need to cum so bad,” he begged her, desperation evident in his eyes as she looked back.

“You asked for this, don’t you remember? You asked to sign up for this program. You practically begged me,” she said, as her hands resumed their sweet torments. Then she laughed a little, “Of course, you had no idea what begging was really like then, did you?”

John’s eyes rolled back in his head as his body tensed to her teasing touches. He thought back to how he had indeed asked for this.I was so naïve… he thought, though not with much regret.

It was nearly six months ago. John sat down in front of a large, polished oak desk. It seemed unusually rich and fancy for the office of a fitness instructor. It was not his first thought in that regard since he arrived. It was obvious that whatever else her business might be, it was lucrative. There were no cheesy motivational posters on her walls, no ribbons from races, no discarded sports equipment. None of the things that John might have expected to see. Instead, tasteful antique furniture, oil paintings, and expensive-looking decorations adorned both the office and the rest of the house that he’d seen on his way in.

He sat anxiously, waiting for the instructor to come in. Something about the office felt… imposing. Finally, the door opened, and in walked the instructor. She looked to be around 5′ 7″. She definitely put the ‘fit’ in ‘fitness instructor’. She wore tiny spandex workout shorts and a sports bra, both appearing too small for her, and making clear her impressive curves. Her brown hair seemed to cascade luxuriously down her bare shoulders. Her lips were shaded with bright red lipstick, and the rest of her face seemed flawlessly made up. John found himself involuntarily staring… she was easily one of the most gorgeous women he’d ever seen in his life.

She walked up to John, who stood to greet her. She offered her hand, which John quickly took. He noticed her toned arms and soft hands, her fingers lingering slightly before pulling slowly away. “Mr. Dilmar, yes? I am Sophia Kent. Nice to make your… acquaintance.” John wasn’t sure if it was his imagination, but she said this in a way that almost sounded suggestive.

While she turned and walked behind her desk, John’s eyes were glued to her shapely ass. John cleared his throat and tried not to stare, “Uh, yes, you c-can call me John.” John found that his throat seemed exceptionally dry, and he had some trouble getting his words out. His dick was stirring, and he hoped it wouldn’t be obvious.

She smiled knowingly at him. “Very well, John. You can call me Sophia. For now, anyway.”

For now? What does that mean? John wondered.

“I like to know how word of my services get around, so if you don’t mind, John, could you tell me how you learned of me and what motivated you to come in today?” she asked, her voice silky and feminine.

John thought for a moment of how much information to provide, as Sophia took a seat behind the desk.

He’d discovered Sophia through his friend Matt, who had recently seemed to make leaps and bounds in his fitness. Matt always been a little large and a lot lazy, so John was very impressed in his sudden change. John had been wanting to work on himself for some time, having attempted several failed workout regimens and diets on his own. So, he asked his friend for workout advice.

To his surprise, Matt’s face reddened at John’s question. He seemed uncomfortable as he said he’d found a trainer who had really turned his life around. He gave John her business card, and after perusing her vague website, he’d decided to call and make an appointment.

“Uh, well, I’ve been wanting to improve my fitness for some time… but I’ve never had much luck with it on my own. And do you know Matt Hargrave? He’s a friend of mine and recommended you,” John spoke too quickly, betraying his nervousness.

“Ah, yes. I’m intimately familiar with Matt,” she told him, making him wonder what exactly ‘intimately’ meant. “And I don’t think you’re being entirely forthright with me, John. I asked what motivated you. Fitness is a journey, not a destination. I’m sure that your desire for fitness has reasons, yes? What do you actually want? What really motivates you?”

John hadn’t expected a philosophical discussion with a fitness trainer, or to have the depths of his personal desires plumbed. He wasn’t sure what to tell her. She noticed his hesitation. “You can be completely honest with me, John. Anything you say here is confidential. I’m not here to judge you.”

What the hell, it’s confidential, he decided. “Well… I don’t always have the greatest confidence… and I think it’s in large part due to my body image. I’m not fat, but I’m no prime specimen either. And…”, he blushed a little, “my sex life with my wife could be… better. I think if I was in better shape, she’d probably be more… interested.”

Sophia gave him a big smile. It somehow spoke of acceptance and appreciation for his honesty. It, along with her tone, somehow made him feel more at ease. “Yes! Yes, that’s better. Now we’re getting to the root of the problem. What you’re describing, John, is extremely common. Most people want to be more fit, though of course not everyone gives it the same level of importance. But we all want to be fitfor something. It’s very common for men your age to come to me with the exact same feelings and concerns that you have. You feel insecure about your body, and you want to improve your sexual relationship with your wife. In fact, I only accept clients who are in committed sexual relationships. You see, my program isn’t just an ordinary fitness program. I am a fitness trainer and sex therapist. My program involves both, in equal measure. I’m a firm believer that the two are quite inextricably linked: sex and fitness.”

John considered this for a moment, and realized that must be why Matt had seemed so uncomfortable discussing it. She wasn’t just his trainer; she was counseling Matt and his wife about their sex lives.

Sophia leaned back in her chair, stretching her arms out behind her. John couldn’t help but notice how it pushed her breasts out, drawing even more attention to them. He felt his dick hardening even more in response.

Sophia leaned forward on the desk, exposing cleavage. “Now, you should know that this means for us to go forward in any way, your wife will need to be onboard as well. She wouldn’t need to join in the fitness aspect, but she would be involved in the sex therapy and would play some part in your fitness journey as well. So, if you want to proceed, the next step would be for your wife to setup an appointment with me, alone, to discuss this. If you both agree with the terms of everything, we can then start the training and therapy. You should know, though, that my services are not cheap. I provide very special… attention…”, she said pausing a moment while looking down.

John’s face turned red,did she just stare at my dick? Did her voice just get seductive?

Sophia, seemingly oblivious, continued, “and individualized services to my clients. I can promise you that if you and your wife both agree and follow my instructions, you will be a fitter, healthier, happier man with a much more intense sex life and much more fulfilling marriage. You will be practically bursting with energy and libido,” she smiled, seeming to suppress a slight chuckle.

“It does sound…”, John began, pausing as he scrambled to think of a more appropriate word than the ones coming to mind as he glanced at her cleavage.Hot… sexy… “…like a very effective program. I’m not sure my wife, Cindy, will be interested, however.”

Sophia nodded, “It can take some convincing. If you can convince her to come in and speak to me, I’ll do my best to make her see how good it would be for you. And her, of course.”

“Ok… I’ll think about it, and discuss it with Cindy,” John promised, and was soon on his way out.

Sophia looked out the window as John walked awkwardly to his car, his erection still quite obvious.Oh, he’ll think about it, she thought,think about it, and then some. If his wife is at all interested, I guarantee he’ll be back.

John came back to the moment. His situation came back to him in a flash. He was once again so close to the point of no return. “Please… no more. If you won’t let me cum… I can handle any more edges…” John begged.

Cindy responded kindly, “Don’t worry, I know what you can and can’t handle. You can handle plenty more. Or would you rather we do another few days of no touching? Maybe a week this time?”

John was quick to disagree with that idea, fearing it more than the edging. “No! Please, not that. Do… what you feel you need to…” John said, resignedly.

Cindy smiled, enjoying her power over her husband. She thought back to when she got involved in all this, and was relieved she’d ended up being convinced to try it.

It was a few days later, the same week John had initially met Sophia. Cindy sat in the same chair, waiting for this mysterious instructor who had so impressed her husband. From the way he’d flushed as he talked about her, he seemed interested by more than just her skills as a fitness trainer.

Cindy couldn’t help but feel some jealousy, and prepared to compare herself with whatever this super-fit instructor might look like. Cindy was in her thirties, and while no model she knew she was still pretty enough. She looked down at her body, knowing her breasts were by no means huge, and that she carried a few extra pounds. The combination of time and childbirth meant that her body was not quite as fit and perky as it had once been, but she knew she was still quite attractive to John.

Sophia walked in. Cindy looked over and saw her. She wore a pantsuit, looking very professional and business-oriented. Her hair was fixed up in a bun, and while she looked cute and fit enough, and obviously well-endowed, she did not appear to be some sultry minx. Cindy felt slightly more at ease.

Sophia walked behind the desk, and then introduced herself, “Hello, Mrs Dilmar, isn’t it? I am Sophia Kent. Thank you for meeting with me today.”

“Yes, Cindy. Thank you for meeting with me, though I’m sorry to say I may be wasting your time. You seemed to make quite an impression on my husband, and frankly I thought he would never stop badgering me if I didn’t come in to see you,” Cindy said this impatiently. “He agreed to shut up about it if I just came here and listened. So, if we could get this over with, I’ll be out of your hair.”

To Cindy’s surprise, this evoked a smile from Sophia. “Ah, how refreshing. Thank you, Cindy. It’s rare to find someone so honest and forthright about why they’re here. And about their desire to not be,” she chuckled slightly. “You’re definitely not alone. It’s often out-of-shape husbands who find their way to my services, and more often than not their wives are at best suspicious, if not outright dismissive about the whole thing. If you end up maintaining that opinion when you leave here today, that’s totally fine. No harm done,” Sophia spoke with confidence, and Cindy could tell she’d given this speech before.

“More often than not, however, those same wives leave here with more than a changed opinion. They have a spring in their step, so to speak,” Sophia looked right at Cindy, her eyes sparkling. “Are you willing to listen to what I have to say?”

Cindy decided as long as she’d driven over here, she might as well give the woman a few minutes to pitch her case. “Yeah, sure. I’ll listen for a bit,” Cindy said, trying to convey that she was not won over by this woman’s friendly tone.

“Very gracious of you, Cindy. Thank you,” Sophia smiled, despite Cindy’s apparent coldness towards her. “Now, what I’m offering your husband and what I’m offering you are two different things. If you were to agree to and follow this program (and he as well, of course) I think you’d find that your lives will change for the better. Yes, John will get fitter and healthier, and he’ll gain some confidence. But I can guarantee that your relationship will also improve greatly, and that you personally will feel much more… satisfied, and happy. Whereas he will feel much… less satisfied, but more happy as well,” Sophia chuckled at some apparent joke. “Did John tell you about my dual services? How I’m not just a fitness trainer?”

Cindy nodded warily. She was still suspicious of this being a sales pitch full of hot air. And even if not, sex therapy wasn’t something she was interested in.

Sophia smiled again, and Cindy could swear she said, “Good boy, John,” under her breath. “I’m glad he was forthright with you about my role as a sex therapist. If you don’t mind me asking, how is your sex life?”

Cindy was a little taken aback at the sudden change of topic and the rather invasive question. She wasn’t sure she wanted to even answer it. “Fine,” she finally said, frowning.

“Oh, yes? I’m glad to hear that. Feeling quite satisfied with it, then? Having all the romantic attention you might want? All the orgasms you could desire? Feeling like John takes care of all your sexual and emotional needs?”

Cindy blushed at the personal nature of the questions. “Well…”, Cindy began, trailing off. She wasn’t really sure what to say.

Sophia nodded, knowingly. “Perhaps not? I know it’s a difficult thing to talk about. But unless you’re a very rare and lucky woman, I’m going to guess that the answers to those last questions are not all a resounding ‘yes'”.

Cindy looked down at her feet, as if inspecting a particularly interesting fiber in the carpet.

“I understand. Most women wish for more in their sexual relationship, even if they don’t want to admit it. Even to themselves. I can promise you, that if you and your husband go through with this program, you won’t be one of those women ever again.”

Cindy looked up cautiously. “How?”, she asked.

Sophia’s face held an even bigger grin. “With much effort and difficulty… for him. With a great deal of pleasure for you.”

She paused, waiting for a reaction from Cindy. Cindy couldn’t help but give her a small smile in return. She still didn’t think she believed it.

“Of course, there would still be effort on your part. How much effort will differ over time. I’ll gradually hand over more of the… responsibility to you. I think you’ll find, however, that it’s quite enjoyable. It will hardly feel like effort at all.”

“Tell me, Cindy, are you the sort of woman would be completely uncomfortable with another woman touching your husband in a sexual manner? Rest assured; I don’t mean actualintercourse.”

Cindy thought a moment. “I can’t say I love the idea of another woman touching John. I guess it would depend on the circumstances.”

“Excellent answer, Cindy,” Sophia beamed. “Yes, I completely understand that. You see, the most effective (and fastest) form of training is when the two of us are in total partnership. Sharing the load… or lack thereof… as it were,” she again chuckled at yet another joke that Cindy did not get. “That is my preferred method. Over time, I shift more of that over to you. Until I am quite possibly no longer necessary.”

“I don’t understand what you’re talking about. Can you just be plain? Tell me what this is all about?” Cindy asked, feeling slightly perturbed at the continual vagueness of Sophia’s explanations.

“Yes, absolutely,” responded Sophia. “You must understand, though, that my methodology is my intellectual property. It’s the foundation of my business. So, I protect it, rather fiercely. All that means, is if you’d like to hear more, I simply need your signature on a Non-Disclosure Agreement. You’ll have no obligation to agree to anything, just that you won’t tell anyone else the details of what I share with you. Even your husband,” Sophia smirked, “Especially your husband.”

Cindy shrugged, “Ok, fine. I’ll sign.”

Sophia slid over an NDA, which was surprisingly short and free from confusing legal jargon. Cindy easily signed it.

“Thank you, Cindy. Now we can talk about the fun stuff,” she beamed again, appearing very enthusiastic. “First, do you know your husband’s greatest motivation?”

Cindy thought a moment. “Um… money? Religion?” she hazarded a guess.

Sophia laughed a little, “No, no. I’m sure those are up there somewhere. But nearly every man’s greatest motivation is somewhere… closer to earth. His penis. It rules much of him, the decisions he makes, his priorities. As wives, we often find this to be an annoyance. One of many chores in our lives, to keep it at bay and contained. When we do this, we throw away our greatest power. And our greatest opportunity.”

Cindy blushed again at the talk of her husband’s private anatomy.

“You see, in this program, yes there will be running on treadmills and pushups and weights and all of that. But behind it all,through it all, will be his sex drive. Urging him on to go faster, further, harder. And at home, it will be urging him to… well frankly, to satisfy you sexually in whatever ways you prefer. It’s easily the greatest motivation and source of energy a man has. And we’re going to harness it. Direct it. Control it. And through it, control him.”

Cindy couldn’t help but be intrigued, but still wondered if there was some magic cure waiting to be sold to her. “How… would we do that?”

Sophia answered, “It’s actually quite simple. Even comically simple. The way we do this is by denying him the very thing he wants most, and by making him want that one thing more than he ever has before in his life. Orgasms. Paradoxically, by controlling and severely rationing his ability to cum, we amplify his arousal and then use it to fuel his desire to please us. And the funny thing, the most hilarious thing of all, is he’ll love it. He’ll be happier. Hornier, needier, more desperate… sometimes a mess of unsatisfied desire… but he’ll be happier. And so will you. You won’t know what to do with all the orgasms. And the whole time, he’ll also be motivated to improve himself… drop the extra pounds, tone up, whatever goals we set. He’ll grow physically stronger, and at the same time your relationship will grow stronger. Not to mention your sexual satisfaction.”

Cindy couldn’t help but smile a little, imagining her husband desperate to please her. Still, she tried to look at it pragmatically. “What’s the catch?”

Sophia’s face seemed to glow with approval. “I like you, Cindy. You ask the right questions. The only real “catch” is that this all requires him to not orgasm without your permission, and you to be a bit… cruel. You’ll need to establish your authority and not give in to his pleading. And he will plead. Like you’ve never heard before.”

“Why… would he give that up? Allow me to control when he can and can’t cum? Or put up with me making him that frustrated?” Cindy asked, feeling a little confused.

Sophia nodded, “I’d say it’s largely a complicated matter of male brain chemistry and conditioning. But essentially, initially he’ll do it for the promise of sex every day (of course, there will be exceptions), and the promise of you doing the things you know he loves. Sex every day is only a dream to most men. You’ll be fulfilling that dream… though the orgasm-less endings are no doubt a little different than his normal dreams,” she laughed again.

“Once the initial period is over and he’s in the midst of it, he’ll feel a great deal of pleasure, all the time… it’s just that it will be accompanied by intense frustration. That pleasure is a powerful reason for him to continue it. Also, don’t underestimate his desire to improve himself, and his desire to please you (which will only grow as this continues).” Sophia told her all this with obvious enthusiasm.

“That seems like a lot to commit to… sex every day…”, Cindy exclaimed, rethinking if this sounded like such a great deal.

“Yes, it definitely sounds like it, doesn’t it? But you need to understand how different this is. Some days it might just be you using your hands for five or ten minutes… just enough to make him yearn for more. That’s not much of a time commitment. But whenever you want it, it will involve whateveryou want, as well. Want him to give you a long, relaxing massage? Or kneel down and lick you to orgasm after orgasm? Want him to fuck you softly and romantically? Or fuck you hard until you’re screaming his name? Whatever you want, he’ll do. Gladly. You’ll certainly do things for him as well, but they won’t need to be extravagant or time-consuming, not every day anyway. At least a couple of times a week you’ll want to give him a real, long teasing session. Something that raises his desire and awareness of his arousal to new levels, and reminds him of his place. But there’s no reason those sessions can’t involve plenty of orgasms for you as well. And I think you’ll find you’ll enjoy the power trip of teasing him mercilessly. Most women do.”

“Now we can’t forget about him entirely. You’ll also want to make sure you do the things he likes, to keep him interested. Does he love blowjobs? We’ll assure him he’ll get blowjobs aplenty. They’ll just be on your terms, with any reciprocation you prefer, and will end how you want them to.”

“Hmm,” Cindy thought out loud, “I guess that doesn’t sound so bad. Maybe… even fun. But… how would I keep him from just jerking off whenever he wants?”

“Excellent question,” Sophia responded gladly, “There are two ways. The preferred method is the ‘honor system’. Essentially you/we tell him that’s how it is, and we enforce it in various ways. Ultimately, he has to buy in, though, and have a good deal of willpower to resist the urge to make himself cum. This works in a lot of cases, and has a lot of benefits over the other method. The other method is a bit more… medieval. It involves the use of a locked device that prevents him from experiencing erections… a chastity cage. We would hopefully not have to use that method.”

“The other important factor here, for your involvement, may take some getting used to. It will be up to you to tease him, keep him aroused, on the edge, but then not allow him to cum. This is done through the daily sessions, but also in other ways, some quite subtle. I’ll help with this at first, but eventually it will all be on you. All of this requires you to be a little… cruel, at times. Rest assured, though, that it’s notactually cruel. He’ll love it… though sometimes in the moment he may become angry or difficult. You’ll have to learn to ignore your husband’s earnest pleading. More so, you’ll learn to enjoy it and seek more of it.” Sophia explained with a smile.

Sophia, seeming to accept Cindy’s silent reaction, finished up, “Now, if you’re interested in moving forward, I recommend a bit of a mind game. You’ll go home and tell him you met with me, but you don’t think you want to do it. Tell him it seems like too much work or you’re not sure it’ll be worth money, whatever you like. When he contacts me to tell me this, I’ll ask him to convince you to come in for a joint appointment. And we’ll convince you, reluctantly, to accept. This way he starts the program believing you’re doing him a favor. This sets him up for the proper attitude and behavior, and makes him more likely to accept the… restrictions.”

Cindy sat for a moment, taking it all in. “I guess… yeah sounds ok. I’ll be honest. I’m definitely more interested than I was originally, but I’m still not sure about all of this. I guess we can give it a try,” she agreed, reluctantly. Internally, she was cautiously excited and optimistic, but didn’t want to show it.And maybe a little aroused? she considered.

“Yes, that’s quite expected. This is a lot to process. It may be helpful to know that I give all couples a two-week money-back guarantee,” Sophia said, reassuringly. “You might like to know, though, that with the dozens of couples I’ve had, not one of them has ever asked for a refund.”

Cindy left the office, and despite her doubts, the excitement she felt did indeed put a little spring in her step.

Cindy’s mind returned to the task at hand. Her hands, now long-practiced in the art of pleasuring and torturing her husband’s cock, applied just the right amount of pressure and speed to bring him close to the edge without going too far.I can play him like an instrument, she thought wryly.

As her hand moved up and down, she could feel the tension in his body as he struggled to make the contact enough to achieve the satisfaction he desired. She could tell from the look in his eyes that they’d reached a new level tonight.Did we set this last batch of goals too high? she wondered for a moment. Then she saw something else in his face. Despite his desire and his body’s frantic attempt to cum, she could saw a level of peace and intense pleasure behind that.Maybe deep down, he doesn’t want this to end yet either.

She’d seen the changes in her husband over the last months, and knew the program really was working wonders. Not only was he more fit (and attractive) than he’d ever been since Cindy had known him, but he seemed to have limitless energy and an aura of positivity.Not to mention, he’s never been so enamored with me. She found that she really enjoyed the power she had over him, and enjoyed being a part of improving so much about him. She also definitely enjoyed the differences in their sex life. She’d never cum so often in her life as she had during an average week these past months.

At these thoughts, Cindy felt herself getting wet again. She’d been wet so much more frequently. She slid her panties off, and scooted over to a now-familiar position, sitting on his face.Oh… fuck yeah. He’s gotten so good with that tongue. So good it almost makes me want to make him cum. Almost. She ground her pussy into his eager mouth. A wave of pleasure overtook her. A few minutes later, after she’d cum, she felt temporarily sated. She looked back at his face, now wet with her juices. She saw in his eyes a new level of desperation, beyond what she’d seen previous nights.

Cindy considering giving in. She’d been quite hard on him lately, teasing him constantly. His current goals were by no means unachievable, but they were more than could be accomplished in a few days. She knew only a few days of this teasing without release was very intense for John.Should I let him cum? she wondered. She remembered that she had a source of advice. “I’ll give you a few moments to cool down. Don’t go anywhere,” she laughed a little, glancing at the restraints holding him down.

Walking into the kitchen, she called what had become a very familiar phone number.

Sophia was doing laps in her pool, when she heard her phone ringing. She had a unique ring setup for each client, so she knew immediately who it was.I think I can take a break for Cindy, she thought.

She climbed out of the pool and answered the call, “Hello?”

“Hi Sophia, it’s Cindy. If you have a moment I could use your advice,” Cindy asked, and she sounded a little winded.I bet she’s been having some… fun, mused Sophia.

“Sure, of course Cindy. What’s going on?” Sophia answered kindly.

“Well, it’s John. I feel like he’s reached some new… level of desperation. If that makes any sense. He seems more subdued, his begging less demanding. But at the same time, I can see in his eyes… the desperation, and the… submission. I don’t know if I should give in, give him an extra orgasm?”

Sophia tried to empathize, “Oh, yes that makes total sense. From what you’re describing, it sounds like he’s entered a sort of… sub space. In more stark terms, he’s… breaking. Depending on your point of view this could be a very good thing or it could be undesirable. I would say for your situation you don’t want to break him down completely… you’re not trying to destroy who he is and make him just a slave. He’s your husband, who you love. You just want to encourage him to improve himself. But how you do that is totally up to you.”

“So… I should let him cum?” Cindy asked simply.

“Well, I’m not saying that. He does, after all, have his safe-word that he can use if he feels he needs to. That being said, I know it can be difficult to see them so desperate, and know that with just one more flick of our wrist we can satisfy them, yes? As we’ve talked about before, this is totally your decision. You are the one in control. If you want to make him cum, do it. It’s not going to ruin all his progress. With that level of desire, he’ll likely jump back to needing to cum rather quickly and still be motivated to reach his goals. Especially because if you’d like, you can give him something that he wants as a reward when he achieves as a goal that he wouldn’t get from an ad hoc orgasm. Maybe that’s cumming in your mouth or letting him fuck you from behind. Whatever he especially loves. This ensures that even if you give him an orgasm outside of the schedule, he still has something he wants very badly to earn.”

“Ok… that makes sense,” Cindy sounded unsure still.

Sophia laughed. “We’re getting closer to the point where you won’t need me anymore. You can do this. But if you’d like to hear what I would do, I can tell you.”

Cindy sounded relieved, “Yes, please!”

“Well, if I’m deciding to be… unusually generous, I often like to be a little extra… cruel along with it. Mindfuck him a bit. So, what I’d do is tell him you’ve decided to let him cum. Then get him close a few more times… get him right past the edge… and then stop. Ruin him. It’ll drive him crazy. Be sure to tease him about how he should be grateful etc. Then give him a few minutes to cool down and then tell him you’re going to edge him some more. After a few more edges, make him cum for real.”

Cindy sounded excited, “That sounds… hot. And I really would like to give him some satisfaction. Thank you, Sophia! I appreciate you taking the time to chat and guide me.”

“No problem at all, Cindy. Now get in there and show him who’s in charge,” Sophia hung up, with a satisfied smile.She’s come so far, she thought with pride.And to think she was so hesitant to do any of this to start with.

The Monday following Sophia’s first meeting with Cindy, Sophia entered her office. Cindy and John were both sitting down in front of her desk.Excellent, thought Sophia.

This time she chose a more casual outfit, a tight t-shirt and yoga pants. It was still plenty to catch John’s attention, while she figured it would not be too off-putting to Cindy.

“Hello, welcome John and Cindy,” Sophia began, warmly, “Thank you for agreeing to meet with me again.”

Sophia headed behind her desk, and sat down in the luxuriously padded chair.I do love psychology. Pitting them against each other, convincing them each that this is for their benefit more than the other. This manipulation is nearly as fun as the actual training, Sophia mused.Nearly.

“I realize that you both have some misgivings about the program, especially you, Cindy. That’s very understandable. I feel confident, though, that we can reach an agreement today. I also am quite certain that if you do so, you will look back on it as one of the best decisions you have ever made,” Sophia began, confidently.

An hour later, a “begrudging” Cindy did indeed agree to go along with the program, to the relief of her beaming husband.If he only knew what he was getting himself into, thought Sophia devilishly,I look forward to wiping that grin off his face. And seeing it replaced with something… wet.

All parties agreed to move things along, and about a month later on a Monday marked the first day of the program. John appeared at the house, feeling quite nervous, but also hopeful. He didn’t really know the details of the program, but he knew he wanted any chance he could have to get closer to that instructor.She looks like an angel. An angel with a perfect body and breasts that look… he stopped mid-thought, as Cindy popped up in his mind. He suddenly felt a little guilty.I am excited about Cindy as well, after all, he consoled himself. He was indeed excited at the prospect of his sex life being improved with his wife, but he wasn’t counting on that actually happening. Despite the promises of “sex nearly every day”, years of sex once or twice a week made him doubtful of it at best. He grimaced a little thinking lastly of the huge check he’d had to bring with. Six months payment up front seemed an unreasonable amount, but he went along with it.

Cindy had arrived separately, an hour earlier, unbeknownst to her husband. She also felt hopeful and nervous, but her motivations were rather different.I’m looking forward to seeing that woman put John in his place, she thought eagerly,we’ll see how smitten he is with her when she’s through with him.

John walked through the foyer of the house, past the office with which he was familiar. He walked to the end of the room, and entered a set of French doors.

He walked into a surprisingly large space. Looking around, John saw a short track that went around the edge of the room, an impressive array of weights and weight machines on one side of the room, and on the other side of the room he saw a handful of different cardio machines. Large mirrors took up several portions of walls, and a desk with a computer sat in the far corner. It looked like what one might find in a typical gym, just perhaps a bit smaller.Impressive for a house, that’s for sure! John thought.

There was a large glass patio door next to the cardio machines, which along with large windows high up on each side of the room, was letting in plenty of natural light. There were also three wooden doors on opposite end of the room, spaced evenly apart. As John peered around the room, the middle door opened, and Sophia entered. She seemed to have reprised the original sort of outfit that John had seen, to John’s glee.This may be really expensive, but she looks like a million bucks, John chuckled to himself. He had trouble keeping his eyes on Sophia’s face as she approached.

“Hello, John. Thank you for being prompt. Today will be a slightly unusual session, as it will consist of orientation followed by an evaluation. The evaluation will help us to set a baseline so we know how to set goals tailored to your current situation. But first… the payment?”, Sophia held out her hand.

“Uh, yeah, here you go,” John quickly offered her the check, his hand shaking slightly.Fuck, that’s a lot of money. I really hope this is all worth it, he contemplated as he handed over the check.

“Thank you. Please, have a seat by the desk while I take care of this,” Sophia marched from the room, presumably to deposit the check. John’s eyes followed her ass all the way to the door.

John took the proffered seat, and waited for Sophia’s return.Evaluation? That doesn’t sound very fun, worried John.Still, can’t beat the scenery.

A few minutes later, Sophia returned. “Great, now that that matter is taken care of, we can get to orientation. Before we began, I want to remind you that you have paid me a substantial sum of money for your training and improvement. If you choose to quit before the two-week evaluation period is over, you will not receive any of your money back. If you choose to quit after the third week is over, you will also not receive any of your money back. Please keep this in mind if you are feeling discouraged. It’s a difficult transition for every client, and quitting too soon will not allow you to grow familiar with the program or see the benefits. The two-week requirement is designed to ensure you give it a fair chance.” Sophia explained this, pausing for a moment.

“Um, yeah, I guess that makes sense,” commented John.

“Next, a few rules. First, you will be on time for every session. Second, while here you will not use your phone or any personal electronic device. In the future, you will leave any such devices in your car. Third, a reminder that the contents of this program are a trade secret. You will not speak of them with anyone, other than myself and your wife, of course. Doing so will lead to a massive lawsuit, and I have very good lawyers on retainer. Fourth, you will refer to me at all times as Miss or Miss Sophia. Lastly, you will do what I say, when I say it, and to the utmost of your ability. On that last part, rest assured that your wife has given me free reign to both do to you and order you to do anything I need to in order to instruct you.”

Do to me? I can definitely think of a few things I’d like her to do to me, John remarked to himself, with a small smirk.

“Do you think these rules are a joke, John?” Sophia’s severe tone cut into John’s daydreaming.

“No…no, Miss Sophia. Sorry,” John quickly answered, feeling like a scolded child.

“Can you abide by them, John?” asked Sophia, sternly.

“Yes, Miss Sophia,”, answered John.

“Ok, great. This program is designed to include both positive and negative reinforcement. This means that obeying the rules and putting in your best effort will lead to reward, while failure to do so will lead to punishment,” Sophia’s voice somehow made the reward sound sweet and wonderful, while also making the punishment sound quite the opposite.