Huffing and groaning I struggled up the final hill. My Mistress was still in sight which was a good thing. That fact might reduce my punishment for falling behind, yet again I might add. Following the run my Masters would put me through my weight training routines.
They were determined to make a new me out of the slightly squishy previous version of me. Don't get me wrong, I was not by any standards overweight but my masters want me completely to their liking. I had given my total submission to them, at all times, and an unintended consequence was their desire to whip me into shape - no pun intended, well even though there was some whipping actually involved.
My reason for asking to be their full time submissive was really just to simplify my role by eliminating the transitions between friend mode and submissive mode, which I had found to be awkward sometimes. And to be truthful, I thought by doing so it would lead to more sex. Sex with my gorgeous Dominants being my main goal in this summer project.
Little did I know that they would take over many aspects of my body. They worked on my body and mind, even deciding what foods I would eat, or not eat. Even after a couple of weeks I could see the changes they were making to my body. My thighs were more toned and shapely, my ass was tighter. my stomach was sleeker even to the point of some definition to my abs and best of all, my breasts seemed to sit higher and prouder on my chest, even if they seemed a touch smaller.
I liked what I saw in the mirror but I missed ice cream. One evening when I came over to their cottage after completing my work for my Prof, I stripped as usual and placed my hands behind my head, my feet apart in their preferred display position. Marika circled me. inspecting my body closely. Sam had given her the role of managing my body and health. She had asked, "Pet, did you eat something prohibited."
Oh crap, I thought. Did that small bowl of ice cream or rather two small bowls really show? I found the treat helped me to wade through all the boring peer articles my Prof wanted me to read and evaluate. Alas, one of the basic rules of submission it seems is total honesty between Dominants and submissives. Giving them my body to use as they wanted was not, in itself enough. I said to Marika, "Ma'am, I'm so sorry. It was just a small bowl, or maybe two small bowls, and I was going to die of boredom and needed a break."
"Julie, you know ice cream is on the prohibited list. We provide you with bananas and other fruits for moments like those. Don't you just love the way your body looks now? You were always beautiful but now you look devastating."
"Thank you Ma'am for taking such good care of me." And I really did mean it but, well, I did miss my old favourite snacks.
"Julie, go down into your rest position while I talk to your Master." I sunk to my knees, placing my hands on my thighs and awaited my fate. Ever since Marika's and my episode on our canoe trip where I had basically seduced her into sex with out Sam's knowledge and the ensuing debacle, Marika was very careful to discuss with Sam everything she did with me. Their agreement was to never have sex with me without the other present or with the other's permission, a rule which made this all possible without damaging their relationship. However, I knew my fate was sealed anyway. This was only a delay.
She returned with a determined look on her face. "Julie, Master is busy on a work call and I will administer your correction. Lie down over the end of the couch." I did so while appreciating the small mercy that I wouldn't be suspended by my bound hands from the hook in the ceiling. That I guess was for major transgressions and I found my shoulders would be sore for days. But I also admitted to myself that being suspended with my arms over my head was also a time for erotic punishment, usually with the soft tailed flogger. I was learning that my deviant mind enjoyed that edge between pain and pleasure. The orgasms I had from those sessions were so incredibly intense.
This wasn't to be one of those times. A surprise to both of us at the beginning but with me on the receiving end of course, was Marika's enjoyment of whipping and beating me. She fully admitted that flogging a bound woman was strangely exciting. In their discussions leading up to my submission it was Sam who had admitted his desire to inflict pain for his pleasure, not Marika but now it seems that she has the bigger sadistic streak.
But it was understood by all parties to our agreement that we were new to this, Sam, Marika and myself, and we would explore BDSM together. And it was the female Dominant who found herself wildly turned on by punishing another woman.
My revelation was that if I could tolerate the pain - not easy for a wimp like myself - the ensuing sex was hugely enhanced. I didn't really understand my own reactions but I knew intellectually that pain and pleasure could be intimately linked. I mused sometimes that there was a sociology research paper to be written about all of this. Yes, it had all been written before, but I could do it from a first person perspective and maybe add some insights.
But now I knew there would only be pain and no release for me afterwards. I lay on the end of the couch, my head hanging over and my butt in the air waiting for the pain.
"Slave, I will give you ten strokes with my hand and then ten with the leather strap. Count them and if you miscount we will start all over." Yeah, I was Slave when in trouble and Pet when things were on the right track. I really didn't care what they called me as long as the sex was so good.
And something else about this three way relationship began to emerge. As our respective roles developed after my total submission, I started to see some changes in my Masters' behaviour. Maybe it was inevitable that one or the other would emerge as the prime Dominant. And to my surprise, Sam was emerging as the prime Dominant. It was a surprise because Marika initially seemed to lead and choreograph the sessions
Possibly this is natural, Sam being the male in the hierarchy. At times when I had Sam's manhood in my mouth, Marika would join in to help pleasure him. I found it fun to share Sam's cock with Marika and we seemed almost like equals as we kissed each other and then kissed and licked Sam's sex. I let my submissive streak take full rein as I took the opportunity to suck his balls into my mouth while Marika licked his cock. It was incredibly hot having him come all over our lips and mouth. Marika and I shared the task of cleaning him up. Afterwards, Marika would resume her role as Mistress but during the session it was really Sam who was clearly the Dominant.
However, even though Sam was assuming this prime role, he mostly left the punishment to Marika. She seemed to delight in it.
As I was leaning over the couch she tied my hands together and looped the free end around a leg of the couch. Marika was truly enthralled by my body and before she began my punishment she would run her hands all over my back, ass and thighs with her silky soft hands. I melted when she did this.
She then reminded me what this was all about. "Pet, did you submit to Sam and I completely?"
"Yes, Ma'am." She was going to rub my face in my guilt.
"Does your body belong to us now, to care for and shape it so that it pleases us?"
