(I know I do too many Gym roleplays but I swear they’re all different in their own ways lol!)

It was a game we all played; one we all adhered to in an almost feverish fashion. It was better this way, it made The Game so much more fun.

Serenity Gym was the most high profile gym in the city, with such a reputation that chain locations were starting to pop up all over the country, with even a few locations in the UK and one in Australia.

It was a high end, highly professional, highly woman-friendly gym (only women were allowed) that had practically become the next new craze. Why?

Sure, it had incredibly helpful staff. Sure, it had the cleanest gym and the best equipment and everyone was given an individualized diet and workout plan. Sure, every woman who attended the gym eventually would end up looking like a marbled, statue-esque, caked-up muscle goddess. But there was something more.

There was a specific vibe to the Gym as I entered on that fateful first day. It was like everyone was in on it, whatever it was. But they all had that same knowing look. A hungry look. They all grunted and groaned wildly, faces flushed and teeth gritted.

Clothes utterly sodden and dripping with sweat. The smell in the main weight room was dizzying. They shuddered and trembled with how much pressure they were putting on their bodies. Many of their eyes wandered over me like feral predators and I didn’t know whether to feel flattered or worried.

The workouts were extremely structured with each woman having hardly any say in it. That was weirdly an appeal of this place, they had the perfect plan for you. But they all focused on one specific thing. The core.

They said yoga would be a good start. Loosening up my body and muscles so the weightlifting wouldn’t instantly kill me. It made sense.

We all shuffled in and got ready; the brunette instructor smiled serenely as she stood in front of us. She was gorgeous (with perfect abs and perfect marbled ass cheeks), so gentle and kind with the other ladies. She offered smiles and encouragement as she went from woman to woman.

Her eyes met mine and I felt electricity run down my back. It was that same friendly smile, but it was almost like something was hidden barely beneath the surface. That same hunger mirrored on the faces of the women in the weight room.

“Just follow my words and have fun!” She winked. I felt something in the pit of my stomach but just kept it down. Probably just my imagination. It was the rigid structure and discipline of this place getting to me.

We were asked to twist and tense up to absurd degrees. She explained it was like a breaking point, tensing up until there’s no tension left and you’re like a relaxed wet noodle by the end.

Wasn’t yoga supposed to be relaxing? I felt like my body was being crushed. So much pressure. We kept going and going and going, bodies never resting.

“Don’t stop, ladies! Let’s keep going! Harder, push harder! Keep pushing! More!” My body was on fire. Our bodies became soaked in sweat as our bodies stretched to absurd lengths and even more absurd positions.

“Come the fuck on! Is that all you have! Keep pushing, bitches!” There was the famously hardass instruction I’d heard about from this gym. My body was trembling. I was starting to feel a heavy tension in my core. A different kind of heat spread all throughout my body.

My face was flushed, I looked to everyone else and they were the same, faces flushed and teeth gritted. Their eyes almost pleading. Was that…a grin on one of their faces?

I had to admit that in the middle of that pain it started to feel good. So much pressure, so much relentless pressure and we just kept going, every time she said we were near the end she’d add bonus time as a ‘reward’.

All that pressure, all that tension, all that heat, all that slick sweat and the way my yoga pants clung to my lower body began to all come together between my thighs. My breath hitched. I groaned in pain, desperate for relief. I looked over to a woman next to me. Cute, dirty blonde hair in a ponytail. Our eyes met; hers were pleading. Just pleading for relief from this, I told myself. I was starting to notice how everyone’s strained grunts and groans grew louder, wilder. Hungrier.

Bodies dripped, clenching, tensing, shaking. Eyes rolling back. That heat in all of our cores getting hotter and tighter and tenser. I groaned.

“Hugggghffffuck…” I growled in mostly pain. My breath was steamy; practically volcanic as I gasped for air. The heat and pressure settled on my clit and my face grew redder. Our eyes met again, it was awkward but entrancing all at once.

My body shook, our eyes never left each other. It felt so intimate, was she doing the same? I wasn’t sure. It felt filthy, like I was pouring all of my horniness into this poor girl who may or may not have been feeling what I was feeling.

I pressed harder. My kitty pulsed and throbbed happily in response. My body needed relief, and it seemed to have confused all that building pressure and edging of my muscles as something else. Like wires crossed in my brain.

“Huhhhfffuck~” My toes curled. My body shook. We stared hungrily into each others eyes as I came. And came hard. I groaned and grit my teeth and somehow suppressed a moan despite myself. Oh god oh god oh god I was fucking masturbating and it felt so fucking good and by God this girl and the other women almost seemed to be doing the same. Maybe. They would never tell. I was just a new player in The Game.

……

Hey there, I had a new idea about an all-female Gym that specializes in constant gushing coregasms with every workout! It’s a tough, strict Gym where your personal trainers are the boss.

The twist? Ultra realism, sort of not really. They can’t just advertise or run a fuck-Gym but what if it’s just playful teasing on the surface? What if it’s like a game where the teasing and ambiguity is half the fun?

Instead of going the boring route and just fucking all the time, it’s a constant game of subtlety where everyone is trying to drive you to that edge but won’t ever give up the ghost. To do that would make things oh-so-mundane. What if your entire workout regimen was built around constant core-gasms and edging you through exercise? Everyone a direct participant and instigator in The Game but never quite showing their cards.

The more you can hide your pleasure, hide your orgasms the better. The most obvious ones are humiliated, ridiculed and never allowed back in the Gym again for public decency rules. What the hell was wrong with you, cumming in such a normal, public place where people were just trying to exercise? They lost The Game.

Constant teasing and second guessing how in on what’s happening everyone is. Is this really some freaky sex thing or am I just reading too far into things? So much buildup and tension but not one will ever give up The Game.

The instructors and fellow Gym-goers find it funner to tease and edge you and each other, and try to hardly even acknowledge it. But you can see their smiles and their flushed faces and their sodden yoga pants.

Please DM me a detailed post introducing yourself and maybe what you want to see from this idea, thanks!