Chapter 04: Carrot and the Stick
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Alex misses a goal and Jenny comes up with a punishment.
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With all the progress I'd made, and the lure of continued 'incentives' ahead of me, I continued my training diligently. It was getting harder to lose the weight. I was putting on muscle with all the increased exercise, which meant I had to lose even MORE fat to get down in weight.
I took my morning cardio outside, getting an early run in. I'm not much of a runner, but the machines do get monotonous. I also had a new dilemma. Holly thought the exercise deal with Jenny was so good, she wanted in on it. Not the secret incentive deal, but the half-price training. Jenny's schedule was getting full and she was concerned her boss might not appreciate all the discounted training, so I let Holly take on my time slots, and I decided to continue on my own, out of my home gym.
After a year of being nothing but a glorified clothes hangar, my exercise equipment was finally getting some use. I was also doing extra cardio before and after my workout, which I was performing daily. Mostly dumbbell work, I wasn't pushing the heavy weights, just looking for many reps and reasonable weights for all the muscle groups.
Jenny signed up for her classes at the Cooper Aerobic Center, which was taking up lots of her time. We weren't getting together at all, except for a quick visit at the house under conditions non-conducive to trying any funny-business.
It didn't stop me from sneaking a quick grope and/or a kiss when I could, usually getting reprimanded for it. It had been more than a week since our poolside interlude and it finally looked like I was going to get her alone for a bit. She had stopped by the house a couple of days earlier and let me know that she'd be home that evening and that I should stop by, given a chance.
I hated to do it, but I called her at work that morning, and let her know that I hadn't hit my weight goal. I was sitting at 204, still a pound too high.
"Please tell me you're kidding," she said.
"You have no idea how much I wish I were," I confessed.
"But you were at 207.5 almost two weeks ago! It was only 4 and a half pounds," she sounded exasperated.
"I know, and I'm working hard, and dieting pretty well, but the fat is just not dropping."
I waited at the end of a quiet phone line for what seemed an eternity.
"I gotta go. Derrick is here for his workout. But why don't you come by tonight anyway. Maybe you just need some more incentive."
"OK, I'll be there," I told her.
"Good." Click.
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I walked in the door, and she met me dressed for action, in spite of the bad news.
"Did you really miss your weight?" she asked me as soon as I cleared the threshold.
"204 this morning. I'm still not there," I admitted. I looked her over. She was dressed in an incredible sexy outfit. The top part was red lace and mostly see through, lifting her breasts up and half exposing her nipples. The bottom part was red and black, high on the hips, and from the look of it, open in the crotch. I really DID wish I was kidding.
"I think you're right," I finally said. "I think I need more incentive."
"I think you need to be punished." She crossed her arms, trying to look angry, but it just made her look more erotic, her exposed breasts peeking over her arms.
"Oh really? Like what did you have in mind?" I asked her, amused.
"Follow me."
She lead the way back to the bedroom section of the house. We entered an immense bedroom, dominated by a 4-post king-size bed, raised on a 4-inch high central platform.
"Take it all off, and get on the bed," she told me, before heading into the walk-in closet to one side.
I did as she asked, and lay down on the massive bed, awaiting my punishment.
She walked out sporting a great big grin, and holding a mahogany jewelry chest in her arms. I watched as she set the box beside me, and opened up the top, pulling out a leather cuff.
"Uh-oh," I said when I saw it.
"'Uh-oh' is right," she told me as she took my arm and snapped the cuff around my wrist. The inside was soft, probably suede, the outside stiff black leather, with two buckles and a D-ring.
I contemplated what she was up to as she attached the 3 additional cuffs to my other wrist and my ankles. Then she pulled out some adjustable straps which snapped on to a ring embedded in each post of the bed, and then connected to the cuffs I was strapped into.
"I told you if you made your weight, I'd be yours, completely. But now you are mine. You owe me."
As a final act, she pulled a hood out of the box. I had never seen anything like it. It covered most of my head in soft leather with openings for the nose and mouth, but completely blocking my vision, and muffling most sound. The hood was not complete until she slid a leather bit between my teeth, not quite gagging me, but when I tried to speak, all that escaped was a mumble. I began to wonder what kind of people lived here; they definitely had interesting toys.
She responded to my incoherent gurgle. "Shh, Honey, I want you to think about how you failed me. Don't say anything yet."
She left me there for a while. I was hard by the time she was finished tying me up, but after a seeming eternity of lying there naked I was wilting and just getting cold.
I thought she'd just tie me down and ride me hard, but this was a lot weirder and kinkier than that. I started to sweat a bit, wondering what I'd gotten myself into. I'd certainly let myself get put into this compromising position pretty easily.
Finally I heard the sound of music in the room. It must have been loud, I could still hear it pretty clearly even through the hood. It was classical, sounded like Bach. I had to wonder what that might portend.
I didn't have to wonder long. Her hands were cool as they slowly caressed my thighs on the way to cupping my balls and tugging on my cock, encouraging it to harden. Then she was touching my stomach, caressing up to my nipples. She was stroking my biceps, my thighs, my cock, my neck, all at once.
