At the end of being a long term regular with a dominatrix who was originally a Broadway-type dancer, as well as a bodybuilder & fitness trainer, she told me she was going back to being a fitness trainer at her home fulltime. It was/is a live-in situation - meals, exercise, etc., etc. She took me to her new home and got a tour. At some point of the tour the session began, with her ordering me to do sit ups then push ups. She was sitting down, giving orders, with her feet placed right under my head while I was doing the push ups. She said, "My pet, do NOT touch or kiss my feet. Understand?" I did, but after a dozen or so push ups my lips did touch her feet, out of exhaustion, lust or both. She laughed and said, "I know you couldn't resist, my pet."

She told me to undress and prepare for the session, she excused herself and came back into the room with gold backless high heels and a thong bikini. The Mistress began to scissor and discipline me. It was glorious and I was drooling. At some point I broke character and said, "There's NO WAY I could be a fitness client of yours." She laughed, took me into her bathroom and gave me a luxurious GS. After finishing her work she said, "Clean this up, take a shower and come back inside immediately" where her "training" continued.

I've checked her rates over the years. I now don't have the time to travel to her city, stay with her a week or two, have the cash to do it and, most importantly, have discipline to be with her and a couple of other clients at her home as my fitness trainer. My primal instincts of "Me sub, You Mistress," would take over. But I have daydreamed about it. LOL!