Foreword
This story takes place several weeks after Thomas and Barbara have returned from their 'bonus' vacation (as detailed in their last story).
As a matter of record, I have 'trained' more than one woman in the manner described. We both had a lot of fun and a lot of exercise was also accomplished.
The five minute 'interlude' is rather long but necessary for character development and other story devices.
However, the naughty bits start at the beginning of chapter two; about two thousand words down, so if that is your bent then ignore the top part and skip down to enjoy yourself.
Interlude
The Plan (some weeks earlier)
Thomas was snuggling with his lover.
It was early Sunday morning and they lazed in bed as the fall sun fell through the window onto his bed.
"I've been giving some thought to our next 'game' Babe." He began, "But I don't want you to get this wrong, so I'm going to explain it from the top. No assumptions are going to be made here."
"I saw somewhere and it's been my experience that 'assumptions are the mother of all fuck-ups'." He continued calmly.
She turned in bed and beheld the man that stirred such wild desires in her. Never had she done the things she's done or felt the sensations she had since she had been with him.
"I'm listening." Was all she said.
"Well, it's about your shape..." He began uncomfortably, "Not that you don't have a good one right now."
She smiled at that and let her gaze roam across his broad shoulders and powerfully muscled chest before he continued.
"Sometimes the best way to take care of a problem is to prevent it in the first place." Thomas said carefully, "I care a great deal about you and I don't want anything happening to you years down the road when a little preventive maintenance could go a long way toward stopping it."
"What do you mean?" Barbara asked noncommittally.
"You eat poorly and at odd times and you don't exercise at all. Right now you're young enough to carry that off without too many side effects." Thomas said evenly, as he warmed to his subject.
"However, eventually these things will catch up with you and you'll be old before your time." Thomas continued, "As I said, this is preventable but only if we act now."
Barbara began to have that same bored feeling she used to get in high school when the gym teacher talked of proper diet and such. It was always a boring sleep fest for her and she mentioned as much to Thomas.
He laughed and said, "I'm not surprised. If you were at all interested in these things, you wouldn't need me to bring them up for you."
Barbara could feel her temper start to rise and she answered archly, "I don't need you to tell me how to eat or what to do or even when to do it. You are not the boss of me!"
Thomas answered her with a smile.
"Of all man's possessions, are women not the finest? And let's face it; one should take care of one's possessions." He said with great finality.
Barbara reacted to his sexist statements. Her eyes went wide and her mouth dropped as she turned more fully to return his remarks with a scathing denouncement of his attitude.
Before she could say anything, she noticed his amused smirk and realized he was merely putting her on.
"I like to get a rise out of you Babe!" Thomas said with a voice full of amusement.
"In all seriousness though; I am concerned that you don't take better care of yourself." Thomas reiterated, "Doing so doesn't really require that much of a change to your life style."
"So you say." Barbara retorted with more than a little rancour, "I have had a completely different set of experiences than you. Every single time I try to eat healthy and stick to a regimen; it interferes with my work and ends in disaster. So unless you are prepared to make my food for me; serve it to me when I need it and lead me carefully and by the hand through a sane and healthy exercise program; you can forget it!"
Thomas took her heated rebuff with good grace and smiled when he responded, "So if what I'm suggesting meets the requirements you just listed; you'd go along cheerfully?"
Barbara looked carefully at her lover before answering. She had the feeling he knew she was going to rebuff him and he had been ready for it.
None the less, she answered calmly, "Of course! Meet my requirements and I will meet you half way."
Thomas smiled before he spoke, "I figured that a high powered executive like yourself would have the concerns you voiced." He continued before she had time to express her surprise at his actions, "I took the time over the last couple of days to purchase healthy snacks for you to eat before meetings and when you need them. I packed them and put them in the fridge."
"Here are the rules Babe." Thomas said with finality, "Eat the food I prepare. Take the time to get to know what is on the menu at your favourite restaurants. I know that you frequently have to do business while eating and in your case, it's all about portion control and healthy choices anyway."
Thomas continued his mini lecture, "I'll be there to help in whatever way I can and once you are into the habit of being healthy, this whole business will be just that much easier."
Barbara thought about it for a moment. It didn't seem to be that bad a plan, actually. With help and time, she could see putting this into action. Before she could speak, Thomas interrupted her yet again.
"It isn't like you have to lose a bunch of weight or make significant gains in your health. It's more like maintaining your health and body the way it is...which is the way I like it anyway!" He said the last with a leer.
She smiled at him and lowered her eyes as she responded to his idea, "Okay stud. You talked me into it. I'll go along, as long as it meets my requirements. After all, you've been right about 'almost' everything else we've tried."
She couldn't resist that last dig about how she hadn't been bisexual. His only mistake in reading what she liked.
He laughed at her fire and bent forward to kiss her...
It was the next day and as she prepared for work.
Thomas was there to help her with her new diet. As he had said, he had prepackaged all her food and proceeded to tell her all about it.
She held up a hand part way through his speech and said, "Enough! I believe you. I have a full day ahead of me and I don't really want to know right now."
Barbara continued a bit condescendingly, "Maybe later you can tell me but just as I didn't need to know what I was doing when I ate badly, I don't need to know what I'll be doing when I'm eating well. I trust you with this. Think of it as me delegating responsibility."
She continued, "I'm doing this for you lover and not because I'm worried about my health."
Thomas smiled and abruptly changed tactics.
Offended by her arrogance, he spoke with a too bright smile on his face, "Good Luck and have a Great Day Babe! I'll see you at my place tonight."
This last went over her head as she turned and spoke over her shoulder, "I'll be late."
Pausing momentarily, she turned back and warned him, "But I will be there!"
She started for the door before stopping once more; she turned to face him questioningly and commented, "You never said anything about exercise."
He paused briefly before smiling meaningfully and answered, "No I didn't but just as you didn't need to know what you were doing when you exercised badly, you don't need to know what you'll be doing when you exercise well. Trust me with this! Maybe you should think of it as a delegated responsibility...Babe."
He winked and her jaw dropped but before she could think of a suitable retort, he'd ushered her out the door and toward her car with the words, "Until tonight!"
Then he turned and walked briskly away. He did not look back.
Barbara stamped her foot at his back. She was filled with outrage at his arrogance and partly tempted to toss his carefully prepared food in the carelessly arranged garbage!
She held off though and silently vowed to do her part. Her pride at entering into this agreement was really the only thing that kept her in check though.
Unrestricted Cross Training
Prelude (to the naughty bits)
The intruders felt uncomfortable and Barbara was having an awful time not staring at herself in the mirror now that he had quit lashing her.
Walking back to the shelf, he reached down and picked up two things. Returning to Barbara's side, he held up the two phallus shaped vibrators.
She cried out and shook her head 'no' but he just smiled and proceeded to insert both into their respective places in her vagina and her anus. He made sure both were turned on, high!
So there she stood, nude and bound spread-eagled on tip toe. She was gagged, whipped and very aroused. Her lover had just violated both her anus and her vagina with leather and vibrating plastic and there was nothing she could do about it.
She almost came where she was but what he said next gave her pause.
"There are just two more things to do before I can sit and enjoy the show." He observed brightly.
Retrieving an electric wand from the shelf, he plugged it into a wall socket and squatted down in front of Barbara. It took only the work of a moment to attach the vibrating wand, head first, to her clitoris!
The wand was a heavy duty monster and the material in front of her clitoris was extra thin for this very purpose; it offered no protection.
He reached down the handle and turned it on.
Chapter One
A Woman of Action
Barbara had agreed to participate in the new diet and exercise regimen, as detailed by Thomas. Despite her misgivings, she had stuck to the food he had prepared. Contrary to her fears, both the taste and her subsequent energy levels were fine.
It was working!
She arrived late the first night of the new regimen to find Thomas greeting her at the front door in black muscle shirt, tight black exercise pants and black cross trainers.
He smiled as she came inside. Pulling her into his arms, he kissed her deeply before pulling her coat off and hanging it up.
Without a word, he led her to his main bedroom and pointed at the bed. There lay a black exercise top with built in bra. There were also pants, panties, socks and a jacket lay on the bed, as well, all in her size. On the floor, there was a pair of cross training shoes, also in her size.
She tried for humour when she spoke, "Going out to 'use the night', are we?"
