(The quest continues, as Merry has been challenged to find something for Shilo to do, or have done to him, that he would find to be humiliating or embarrassing.)
“So,” said Merry, “I’ve been looking into gyms. I found THIS one here,” and she showed me the website, “that the word is, on other sites, is attracts a predominantly gay and lesbian clientele.”
“Oh,” I said.
“So, after I put some marks on your bottom, we’re going, and you’re going to spend a lot of time in the locker room, before and after a work out.”
“Oh,” I said again.
In short order, I was naked and bent over, and twenty strokes added fresh marks to my bottom, on top of the ones from the day before.
Dressed in street clothes, carrying bags for gym clothes, we drove off to the gym.
Inside, she said, “Time to change. See ya soon.”
I nodded, and headed for the locker room.
I lingered while undressing, standing naked a few minutes in front of my locker, and I could tell some other guys were looking, at my bottom, at my chastity device, and then I dressed, in supporter, shorts, and t-shirt, and went out to the gym.
I joined Merry in a short work out on the striding machines, until we worked up a bit of a sweat.
“Shower time,” she said, grinning, and we went our separate ways.
In the locker room, I stripped, and went to the shower, and took a long one, as other guys came and went.
I returned to my locker, and slowly dressed, then went outside, where Merry was waiting.
She was grinning, as we went to the car.
“Get any comments?”
“No comments. A lot of looks. Some slight grins. Some raised eyebrows.”
“And, on your H & E scale?”
“Nuthin’,” I said. “If anybody had asked, I woulda been happy to talk about … any of it, but nobody asked, and semi-public displays like this just don’t bother me.”
“Ah well, I’ll keep trying.”