Foreword
I was asked by a reader to write a story with erotic denial as the centrepiece activity. The fourth Mrs. Sang story and this are direct responses to that request.
There is also a challenge that is issued between the protagonists. It should not be attempted in real life unless it is under the guidance of a qualified, knowledgeable and experienced personal trainer.
This story takes place a few weeks after the third "Unrestricted" story occurred.
Barbara has adapted well to her new diet and exercise regimen and Thomas regularly finds new and interesting ways to keep the pace up during exercise class.
This story is about one such innovation.
For those of you who are like me and quite impatient; the naughty bits start at the beginning of 'Chapter Four - Upping the Ante'.
Prelude
She saw him walk past her and drop the belt on the coffee table beside the banker's box. He reached in and pulled out a pair of clamps attached to each other with a short silver chain.
He also reached in again to pull out a phallus shaped vibrator, a bottle of lubricant and a washcloth. Returning to stand in front of her, he placed the lubricant and the wash cloth on the chair.
He faced her then and raised the clamps by their chain on one finger. She looked horrified at them. It didn't take a rocket scientist to see where they were going.
He smiled and proceeded to attach them to her nipples. First her left nipple stung with pressure and then it was her right one which ached.
At first, she gasped and tried to pull away from the pain. Realizing her mistake, she breathed deeply and welcomed it instead. Barbara made it a point to stand tall and proud, because of the pain in her nipples; instead of in spite of it.
The pain was very much like a wave and when it had finished washing over her, she felt stronger than before.
She returned to the present to find her lover staring into her face. He seemed very impressed. When he smiled, she smiled back.
That smile quickly turned to shock when he deliberately reached down to drive a hard forefinger into her sopping wet cunt!
Chapter One -- Innovations
Barbara had been training under his expert guidance for several weeks.
At first it had been challenging just to get through the workout but as time went on, she found her abilities increasing. Strength, aerobic capacity and cardiovascular endurance all increased as did her flexibility and balance.
The one thing that she found most impressive was the increase in her confidence.
While Thomas pushed her hard; she pushed herself much harder. If he had known just how badly she had let her physical health slide, he'd have been appalled. She was very careful not to let him see her too weak. She was careful to keep up a good front for her man.
Or so she thought...
What she hadn't counted on was that Thomas could read her very well. Part of being an extraordinary lover was a willingness to put her first. That also meant knowing where she was physically whenever they did anything physical.
Barbara had let him drive her into subspace previously but it still hadn't dawned on her that he had to know her well, in order to do this safely.
Thomas thought the world of her and was very careful not to push her too hard whenever they played their games. This applied especially to exercise games. A willing sub was just too precious to risk injuring.
He had also been a personal trainer and knew the entire gamut of tips and tricks attendant to such a post.
Once he was sure she was stronger and more able to withstand the rigours of the games he had started; he began introducing various changes to their daily regimen.
Instead of having her walk/run on the treadmill in standard fashion, he changed it. She still wore proper footwear and exercise bra with workout pants. She was still the one who decided how fast she'd set the pace at.
Only now, he'd 'assist' her by standing beside her and tapping her butt with a riding crop. This was his signal for her to speed up the pace.
When they worked out with weights, he'd 'assist' her by helping the bar through the repetition.
And while she wore foot wear, a weight belt and gloves; that was all she wore.
It was pretty standard stuff. If they hadn't been so overtly sexual, they could have carried on at a public gym.
When he had her punch the heavy bag or focus pads, he would settle for nothing but her absolute best effort.
They did a lot of one-man and two-man stretching at the end of each session. The first few times they had done this had left Barbara stiff and sore the next day.
Thomas had assured her that was okay.
Some days she had lots of pep and some days she was lacklustre but she tried all the time. It was all he ever asked.
Most exercise sessions ended with her doing the buck and struggle for Thomas while bound, either before or after her shower.
Thomas had an agenda that Barbara was not truly aware of. What they did was enough in and of itself but he had a little something extra that he intended to throw in, every once in a while.
Tomorrow night would be the first time he tried it. The prospect of it left him very excited. Barbara had commented that he was much more active than usual when they had finished making love. Then she dropped off to sleep in his arms.
Thomas thought of tomorrow and all that was going to occur.
Chapter Two -- The Challenge
The next day rolled around and Thomas made his preparations ahead of time.
When Barbara arrived that night he was prepared. She looked at him a bit suspiciously as she entered the training area in his basement.
"What's up stud?" She asked a bit apprehensively, "You look like you're wound up tight tonight."
He smiled at her perceptiveness and said, "I have a new game for us to play. I read about it a long time ago and it sounded great. I thought I'd get you in shape and explain it before we gave it a whirl. Well, you're in shape now and I thought tonight's the night."
"You know me; I'm up for almost anything." She said a bit calmer now that he was more forthcoming, "What did you have in mind?"
"Well, it works this way. First I get you warmed up. Then we 'test' your abilities. Tonight we challenge your physical strength." Thomas said firmly, his eyes drilling deeply into hers.
Barbara shrugged and asked, "How is this different from what I'm already doing?"
Thomas nodded and said, "Tonight we work four sets of eighteen repetitions on five weight training exercises. The whole thing will take no longer than twenty minutes. We won't be using any more weight than usual and proper form is an absolute must."
He paused before continuing, "The big change is that instead of performing your usual twelve repetitions per set per minute; you'll be going for eighteen repetitions per set per minute. That means a break of less than fifteen seconds, instead of your usual thirty second break between sets."
"In other words, instead of two hundred and forty repetitions with weight in twenty minutes; you'll be going for three hundred and sixty repetitions." He clarified, "I am testing you to see how hard you can go, for twenty minutes."
Even though it seemed a daunting task, Barbara smiled nonchalantly and said, "Frankly, it doesn't sound like that big a deal."
Thomas smiled meanly back at her and said, "And it won't be...if you succeed. However, if you fail, well, I shall give you a torment that you have not endured yet."
"You make me almost want to fail." She said with a naughty smile.
"Oh I don't think you'll like this one. It won't hurt but it won't help either." He said enigmatically.
"What do you mean?" She asked carefully.
"If you fail in making three hundred and sixty repetitions within twenty minutes with the weight you usually use for two hundred and forty I will be displeased." He said coldly.
Thomas continued, "You will be bound and I will bring you to the brink of release but you will not be allowed to come. I will do this repeatedly. Once aroused, you will endure a taste of the lash until you're calmed down. This will continue until I'm satisfied." Thomas said with finality, a ruthless smile upon his lips.
"...Unless you'd prefer to wimp out now?" He added condescendingly.
She chuffed indignantly and snapped, "Lets get down to it...stud!"
Chapter Three -- Down to It
Carefully and expertly, Thomas led Barbara through twenty minutes of warm ups. He had her do calisthenics, working the bag and light stretching.
When he was sure she was warmed up, he asked her if she was ready to begin.
"Uh, two things before we start. First, what if I win this? What can I expect as a reward?" Barbara asked.
Thomas smiled at her and asked, "What do you want?"
I want to be tied down and you use your tongue to bring me off...repeatedly."
"Sounds like a plan to me!" Thomas said enthusiastically.
"Second, I'm only going to be using my regular five pound dumb bells. That is a total of ten pounds." She said reasonably, "You sure you want to do this?"
"Well, that's not entirely accurate. Ten pounds moved three hundred and sixty times is three thousand six hundred pounds. That is one thousand two hundred pounds more or fifty percent more weight than you usually move."
Thomas continued evenly, "And I expect it moved in the manner you usually do and within twenty minutes. Are you sure you want to do this?"
