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Title: The British Gym Babe’s Submissive Jerk-Off Instructions

In the sweaty, dimly lit gym of a posh London fitness hub, the pounding beats of Europop pulsate from the speakers, matching the rhythm of pounding flesh and flexing muscles. Amidst the sea of lycra-clad bodies pumping iron, she stands out like a glittering nymph amidst grimy trolls – the British gym bunny babe, a goddess of feminine perfection amidst hulking, grunting brutes.

Her name is Britney, and she knows her worth. With legs that go on for miles, a pert ass that defies gravity, and breasts that bounce provocatively with each Rep, she commands the attention of every horny, testosterone-charged male in the room. And she loves it. The power, the control, the knowledge that she could have any one of these pathetically desperate men at her mercy with the bat of an eyelash.

But today, she has an extra special treat in store for a particularly devout worshipper. Jake, a mousy, waif-like creature who seems to have perpetually flushed cheeks and a tongue that lolls out like a dog’s whenever she walks by. He is a pitiful creature, really, but he amuses her. And today, she will make full use of that amusement.

Britney spots Jake across the gym, pounding away on the treadmill, beads of sweat crawling down his scrawny physique. She la Regal-Jacqueline Kennedy-Cottage stylishly swishes over, her heels clicking, and hops on the treadmill next to him with a bounce of her breasts.

“Alright, Jake,” she purrs, leaning over so her cleavage is in full view. “I’ve got a little… assignment for you, if you’re up for it.”

Jake’s Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows hard, his eyes fixated on her heaving bosom. “Y-yes, Miss Britney,” he stammers, the machine’s wheeze the only sound amidst the pounding music. “Anything for you.”

Britney’s smile is wicked. “Good boy. Here’s what I want you to do. I want you to go to the locker room and – well, you know. Get yourself… worked up. But you can’t cum until I tell you to, alright? Now get going.”

Jake, face cherry-red, nods robotically and scuttles off to the showers, hands clasped in front of his crotch. Britney watches him go, a smug grin playing on her lips. This is going to be more fun than a Roman orgy.

An hour passes, but finally, Jake emerges, fresher but still red-cheeked, from the locker room. Britney waves him over with a manicured finger, her tongue darting out to lick her glossed lips.

“Did you do as I instructed, Jake?” she coos, inspecting him like a farmer might a prized pig. He nods, shuffling from foot to foot. “Good. Now, I want you to drop those gym shorts and start… playing with yourself. Right here, right now.”

Jake’s eyes widen, but Britney’s stare pins him in place. Shaking, he hooks his thumbs into his shorts and shimmies them down, revealing his eager, bobbing erection. Britney licks her lips at the sight, then shivers with delight.

“Jerk off for me,” she commands, reaching out to run a finger along his shaft. “Just like that. Not too fast now. Just slow, teasing strokes. Imagine it’s me touching you.”

And so Jake begins, stroking himself in the middle of the gym while Britney watches, her fingers starting to roam her own body. She pinches her nipples through her sports bra, biting her lip at the pleasure.

“Slower!” she barks, as Jake’s hand speeds up. “Didn’t I tell you to take it slow? Don’t you dare cum without my permission.”

“Yes, Miss Britney,” he whimpers, his hand halting its frantic movements. “Sorry, Miss Britney.”

“Shh, it’s alright,” Britney purrs, her hand reaching down to shroud her pussy. “I know it’s hard for you to control yourself. But you’ll do as I say, won’t you Jake? Because you love me so much.”

Britney’s fingers move faster between her legs as she watches Jake torturously tease his cock, twisting and stroking. She can see the restraint in his bulging eyes, the way his hole clenches around nothing. It’s glorious. She feels herself starting to cream, her juices seeping through her shorts.

“Get on your knees,” she orders, and Jake drops like a puppet with its strings cut. The picture he makes, nude and worshipping her with his eyes, her erect cock on his level, is too much. Britney feels her thighs start to quiver.

“Please, let me cum,” Jake whines, eyes pleading. “Please, Miss Britney! I’ve been such a good boy, haven’t I? Won’t you please let me cum?”

And Brit can’t deny him any longer. “Cum, Jake,” she gasps. “Cum right now.”

Jake comes hard on the gym floor, jets of seed splattering his chest asunite and cu a tortured moan. The sight coupled with the feel of her fingers on her clit sends Britney over the edge, and she rides her own waves of ecstasy.

Both spent, Brit heaves herself off the bench. She stares down at Jake’s prone, sticky form and smiles.

“Good boy,” she coos, rubbing his head. “You did very well, Jake. I’m so proud of you.”

And then she walks away, leaving Jake broken and blissed out, sticky and satisfied, her divine command echoed in his head – Cum, Jake. Cum right now.