A Female Personal Trainer
Categories: gradual humiliation, feet, findom, trampling
Summary:
Linda attended yoga classes with a striking young instructor, Renee. The classes brought her much pleasure and bodily enhancement that Linda adored them. She admired Renee as a professional, but an occurrence with a yoga posture allowed Linda to know Renee better... Or more specifically, Linda's face met Renee's foot!
Renee could not conceive that this comical yet irrelevant event would make Linda her favorite and the most lucrative customer ever!
Chapter 1
"Strength," she remarked as she circled me, tracing her fingers over my muscles.
"Discipline," she murmured in my ear gently.
"And flexibility," she added while slipping her fingers around my leg, raising it, pushing it as high as it could go until I let out a little yelp.
"We'll work on these qualities during your training."
I was thrilled. While I was aware of my attractiveness, I knew my physical condition wasn't as excellent as it used to be. I'd accomplished much in the business world, but I sensed my body had become neglected. I made it to the gym whenever time allowed, but I could notice my midsection wasn't as firm as it once was, my legs not as shapely, my butt not as pert.
I had thought of enlisting a personal trainer. From observing her during group sessions, I was sold on Renee. This woman was breathtaking—glossy dark hair, a captivating face, and an incredible body. She boasted an imposing bust yet extraordinary toning. Her sports bra displayed her breasts, her stomach was iron firm, her posterior formed a desirable piece of art, and her legs were both powerful and feminine. She radiated as the center of attraction in the gym. However, there was something else that caught my interest. A client faced difficulty during pushups. She appeared to be in her late forties. Renee exuberantly encouraged her. "You can do it!", "A few more times!" she exclaimed. The woman managed another pushup and plopped onto the ground, but Renee continued her encouragement. She walked so close her sneakers nearly touched the woman's head! At that moment, another trainer, Katie, happened by. She signaled Renee, pointed to the woman's head with her toe, and mouthed "I think that's enough" while making a "two thumbs down" gesture. Renee snickered, and as a joking retaliation, she lifted one of her feet above her client, unaware the woman was still on the floor. Katie shared Renee's jest.
"That wasn't proper," I pondered silently. Nonetheless, the episode was fleeting. After Renee completed her session with her client, I introduced myself, inquiring if she could fit me in.
"Certainly," she smiled broadly. "You can join any of my classes. I teach aerobics, weight training, and yoga, among others." I shook my head.
"No, I meant one on one."
She scrutinized my appearance. I had completed my half-hearted exercise routine, showered, and was outfitted for work. She examined my power suit, my pricy jewelry, and my Gucci heels and bag.
"I'm quite busy," she quipped. "But it won't be inexpensive." I agreed.
"Whatever it costs," I promised. "You're the right person, and I know you can help me achieve the body I've wanted."
She beamed—the reaction she'd desired.
"Three classes per week," she said. "Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. 6:30 am at King's Park. The fee will be $300 per week, paid in cash at the Monday session." I nodded and shook her hand.
Here we were at our first session. The cash was shoved into Renee's bra, and she'd just wrapped up by stating we'd be concentrating on yoga for my strength, discipline, and flexibility.
"No cardio or hefty weights are necessary. We'll just focus on yoga," she advised. "If we utilize your body weight effectively as you become more supple, it'll tone you."
We commenced with basic stretches. The Kings Park area was surprisingly lively early in the morning—various group and individual fitness activities going on under the rising sun.
Renee was an amazing coach who spent the initial 20 minutes of our 45-minute session helping me stretch my limbs and core. This boosted my confidence as I could accomplish all the stretches. We were seated on yoga mats next to each other, with our legs stretched out straight, trying to touch our toes.
"Speed up - ladies - hurry up!" I glanced in that direction to see a well-endowed trainer encouraging her thicker-than-average clientele to run. That was Renee's acquaintance I'd seen earlier when they both made fun of that unfortunate individual.
Renee chuckled. "That's Katie. She's pretty cruel. I believe she gets satisfaction from punishing her clients."
I was grateful that I'd chosen a trainer like Renee instead of Katie!
"Could you do this?" Renee enquired. "It's called the one-arm compass."
I was astonished by Renee's display of the pose. She had one leg extended, foot on the mat. The opposite leg was suspended in the air, fully stretched out in the opposite direction. Fundamentally, doing the splits but with one leg raised!
She maintained her balance using only one hand, her body lying flat on the airborne limb, which she supported with her other hand. It was a jaw-dropping display of strength and adaptability, and I could only nod in awe. Certainly, I couldn't duplicate that!
Renee laughed. "Excellent. Then we have a goal. A few months with me, and that's what you'll be capable of."
I chuckled. "If you say so."
"Trust me," she stated reassuringly.
I felt fantastic following our Monday session, and I felt even better on Wednesday.
Renee was already leading me to do stretches I had never deemed possible. She was so friendly and inspiring!
"Come on, Linda, I'm confident you can do it," she encouraged, offering support under my thigh to help me stretch my leg out past my own ears. I was tender after the session, but I felt I was making significant progress. Renee was worth every penny of the $300/week.
After Friday's session, one of Katie's clients approached me.
"I'm considering switching to Renee," she said. "How much does she charge?"
I informed her it was $300 weekly, and she frowned. "Oh, Katie just charges $15 per session."
"Well, you get what you pay for," I remarked - but this remark did raise a question if I was being swindled by the alluring Renee.
I didn't reflect on it any further. Renee was making wonders to my body and she was a delight to be around. And after only 3 weeks, I came full of life to a Monday session. I was reluctant to attempt the one-arm compass.
Renee frowned. "You're not ready for that yet, Linda."
"I am," I insisted. I'd never been one to not accomplish something. Renee had set this goal for me three weeks ago, and I wanted to achieve it - now!
"Just show me the pose once more and I'll complete it."
I looked at Renee pull off the position, one leg outstretched along the floor. Arm in place to hold herself up. Other leg in the air. To execute the pose, I only needed to grab my lifted leg with my free hand and curve my body along my leg.
I clasped my foot.
Almost...
Yet, still...
As I lay down my body along my leg, my leg buckled, and my body fell sideways. I stared wide-eyed at the one object capable of saving me from smashing into the floor...
I landed face-first on the outstretched foot of Renee.
"Are you okay?" she enquired. "I've got you."
And she did have me. That foot held my head in place, preventing my head from smashing onto the ground.
"Thank you," I panted, heart racing, my voice muffled by the sole of her foot. Her toes were against my forehead, heel on my chin, my nose and lips pressed onto the softest, most delicate foot imaginable. She started lowering her leg, slowly, until it touched the ground, causing me to slip down on my stomach.
She giggled as she removed her foot.
"Thanks for the laugh, Renee," I said, a little ashamed.
"Thanks," she replied, beaming and beautiful smile. She extended her hand to help me stand up. I looked around - people were chuckling at my fall.
"How do I get my clients to kiss my feet?" Katie mocked.
"Oh, shut up, Katie," Renee said with an eye-roll. However, Katie's cluster of clients couldn't stop laughing, and even Renee found it difficult to contain her laughter. They conversed in this exchange of jokes while I stood there, red-faced.
"Let's try something a bit... less complex," Renee said, grinning.
I was quiet for the rest of the session and wasn't really sure why. I just didn't have the energy for it. Maybe I was just mad at myself for failing. Or maybe upset with the laughter from the audience. As the day went on, I couldn't seem to regain my usual energy at work. My usual competitive attitude was nowhere to be found. My mind kept returning to that morning's session with Renee. I played my fall over and over in my head, but what my mind kept focusing on was that moment when my face was in her foot. The feeling of the soft skin enveloping my face as she lowered me to the ground.
I felt like I could still smell the scent of her foot, the lavender moisturizer she probably used mixed with a hint of sweat. I walked over to the diffuser in my office, adding a few drops of lavender essential oil. It reminded me of her foot, but not exactly.
I started stalking her social media, looking through the hundreds of pictures, zooming in on her beautifully tanned feet, the well-shaped toes, the nail polish revealing the perfection from heel to toe. I couldn't understand why the idea of being at another woman's feet brought out my competitive side. I'd never do that! But I knew deep down Renee's feet had a mysterious hold on me.
"You're gonna kiss your trainer's soles today?" one of Katie's clients teased when I arrived at Kings Park on Wednesday. "Beat it!" I shot her a glare, and she went to join her crew.
"Morning, Linda," Renee greeted. "Let's start with some stretches."
I watched as Renee lifted her strong, curvy leg into the air. Her foot grazed her own cheek as she raised it high into the air, even higher than her head. My eyes were locked on her foot as her hand held her ankle in place.
I'd always found Renee attractive. But I saw her differently now. She was a goddess. I stared, admiring how the rising sun bounced off her dark hair, how it lit up her perfect skin. She was breathtaking.
We finished our session, and Renee was sliding her feet into her black Nike's, tying her shoes. All I could think about was how she shouldn't be doing that. She should be letting me tie them for her. I decided I had to be useful to her. So I began to roll up her yoga mat.
"What's wrong with you today, Linda? You're totally unaware." she chuckled.
I looked at her. "I know," I replied softly. "You're just a great trainer. I wanted to be helpful."
Renee shrugged. "Okay."
I picked up her mat and mine.
"Wait," she said. "You're gonna carry it to my car?"
I nodded.
We walked in silence. She unlocked her car, opening the trunk. I put the mat in, closed the trunk, and then opened her car door for her. Renee gave me a strange look. Oh no. I'd gone too far and scared her.
She got in, looking at me with a slightly confused expression.
"I'll see you on Friday, Linda," she said, closing her car door. No sign of her usual magazine cover smile.
"I'm losing it," I muttered to myself as I walked to my car.
In the next two days, I tried to get myself back in check. I needed to be the old, normal Linda, not this Renee-obsessed fool I'd become since my fall. On Friday, I was relieved when I arrived and saw that Renee's lovely smile was back on her face—clearly, we'd both forgotten about the weird interaction on Wednesday.
Unfortunately, I was wrong.
"Hey," I greeted casually as I walked toward our usual spot. But Renee froze me.
"Here you go," she said, handing me her mat.
Taking a deep breath, I convinced myself this was just her accepting my unprompted offer to be her mat carrier. When we reached our spot, Katie's crew was there. Three of her clients were doing sit-ups, and Katie was barking orders.
I held out her mat to her, but she just crossed her arms and nodded for me to roll it out next to her feet.
As I was preoccupied with my thoughts, Renee gave me a slight push, causing me to accidentally knock her sneaker off. Instruction from Renee to pick it up followed, and it appeared she didn't intend to carry out her routine. Instead, she told me to follow her. We made our way to the gym locker area, and she asked me to take care of her stuff, before swiftly exiting.
I found myself sitting there, confused as to what was about to happen. Renee had always been friendly and open about who she was, so I never imagined she'd be doing something like this. Left alone in the locker area, I saw a pair of shoes that seemed to be catlike in their appearance. They had an unusual shape.
Before long, Renee returned with a strange smile on her face. "So, you like my feet, huh?" she teased, knowing fully well I was attracted to them. Wanting to see how far she would go with this, I didn't deny the statement. "Well, maybe I'll allow you to do something crazy...", she entertained.
A playful concept was put forward - to keep my distance, five feet to be more precise, away from Renee, while she wore these strange cat-like sneakers. With my disheveled mind still reeling from the events thus far, I agreed to the positive action.
I followed Renee's instructions diligently and resumed our journey back into the gym. Renee found our comfrontation amusing and escorted me to the treadmill.
"I guess we'll see how good you're at following orders, huh?" laughed Renee, enjoying the power dynamic as she increased the treadmill's speed. I struggled to keep up but managed. I was overcome with dreadful laughter as I sprinted on the treadmill at breakneck pace. Five feet away from Renee, each step closer brought me deeper into her clutches. However, I'd found that Renee didn't adhere to our arrangement. She dealt with me in her usual bubbly way.
As I showered off, she disappeared from the gym without a word. This added to my confusion.
Chapter 3
I'll admit, I was more than a little baffled. Was today a one and done situation, or something more? I suspected she had other motivations, but what could she possibly want from this?
The following day brought about our usual session, and Renee acted as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. It bothered me, having this newfound knowledge of her direct intentions. I struggled to stay focused on my workout.
After a brief exchange, Renee stopped coaching and remarked, "You're feeing pretty strong today. Don't you think it might be fun if you carrier my mat today?" That was the last thing I wanted, but it couldn't be avoided. Back at her car, she began to giggle maniacally.
"What's so funny?" I asked, clearly out of the loop.
"I'm carrying my own damn mat, dum-dum!" Renee dissolved into a fit of laughter.
"Oh my GOODNESS, Renee, what's your problem?" I exclaimed.
"Come onoooo. It's just a harmless joke, baby. You make me giggle."
That was stupid. Utterly pointless. I polleyed the trainer, "Why are you pushing me away if you'll never do anything more?"
Extremely well aware of my deflated mood and insecurities, Renee played along. "I've been feeling playful, my dear. I'll admit, I was testing your resolve."
I was fuming, feeling like a fool for considering one of Renee's silly pranks. "Just… just don't make fun of me like that again, please."
Renee's mood quickly shifted. "There you have it, sweetie. I like playing with your emotions, but I promise no more mean pranks." She protested. "I won't keep you."
"Knowing you, you will," I defied.
"Nope," she said in a fervent manner.
The weekend passed uneventfully. A few days into the work week, I remember her car in the office parking lot. I cautiously approached her.
"Hey, Renee, how are you?"
Renee greeted me with an oddly aggressive tone. "You're looking really good today."
Startled, I blurred out, "Er... Thanks?"
"Watch your back, mister," she continued.
"Err... ok. Goodbye." I backed away.
Renee informed me she was leaving town for a performance. Disappointment coursed through me, but her edgy nature was puzzling.
"Oh, and moving away doesn't mean I won't own you anymore," she warned. "You belong to me."
Awaiting her departure, I was apprehensive and emotional, recalling the moments we'd spent together. I didn't understand how our rapport had taken such a turn, so I sent her a text.
"Renee, I'm scared, I don't know what you mean," I mentioned.
Renee replied, "Of course you are. You don't know me."
"I don't?" I pressed.
"Do you honestly believe me?" she asked.
"I don't know what to do," I confessed.
"Don't attempt it. Just stay where you are and find your own resolve. I have better things to attend to." We continued the verbal joust back and forth until finally she wrapped it up with "Wish you good luck."
As I considered her final words, my phone rang. It was Renee.
"I'll be back. I hope your thoughts have been even better," she teased.
I couldn't help but love the wickedness of her...
"Whoops, almost missed this," she mentioned. "I've got a new position you should try practicing throughout your free time," Renee chuckled.
"Alright, listen carefully. Begin with a large deep breath. Join your hands. Afterward, move your leg like a pendulum. First, swing it way out to the left side."
I stood next to her, admiring her as she stretched her leg out.
"Next, swing it back to the front, extending it to the opposite side."
Renee rotated her leg back, raising her foot in front of her. Her foot hovered near my face.
"Now keep it there," she suggested. "Straighten your toes. Flex them..."
She paused with her foot in the air, her eyes fixed on mine. I couldn't look away from her foot, which was mere inches away from my lips. She inched it closer and closer, then her lips pursed...
However, suddenly she took her foot away, placing it gently back on the ground. She beamed at me with her irresistible smile, her head tilted slightly to one side, and her eyebrow arched.
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