0 comments/ 38209 views/ 1 favorites Weight Training By: charles black My partner and I have been trying out bondage and mild BDSM for a little time now and have collected together a few toys and made up several pieces of equipment for our play. One of the items we have are clamps made from large wooden clothes pins ('pegs' in the UK), which have larger jaws and stronger springs meant for heavy washing items such as blankets. They have been modified by filing teeth across the wooden jaws to give good grip. One set is painted black with green tips to indicate a 2 mm gap between the jaws to restrict the pressure on nipples. The other set has no restriction and painted plain black and are for use on the scrotum. One day my partner told me that she had thought up a special treat so we muted the telephone and I went to our playroom to get our 'toy box' out while 'Mistress' went of to get ready. When she came into the room, Mistress was dressed in her favourite leather Bustier with breast cut outs to lift and emphasise her already large tits. She also wore a wide leather choker, leather and chain briefs and thigh length leather boots with high heels. She emphasised her dominant position with a leather riding crop. On being instructed to strip I quickly shed what little clothes I had on and stood waiting mistresses command. She put cuffs on my wrists and clipped them together behind my back. Another set of cuffs were fitted around my ankles and connected to a spreader bar. A leather strap was now fitted around the root of my cock and scrotum while two more straps connected to the first were clipped round to separate my balls nice and taught for mistresses pleasure (and mine but I wouldn't admit it!). Mistress now picked up the nipple clamps and clipped them on to my left nipple, I could tell straight away that she had the wrong ones and had used the full strength ones. "Mistress" I started to protest only to be quickly silenced by a sharp blow from the riding crop on my right buttock which instantly took my mind off the nipple pain. "Silence" commanded mistress and placed the second clamp on my right nipple which reminded me again of the pain in the other one, "I thought we would have a change of nipple clamps today, after all, I told you we were having a special treat, and this is only the beginning!". She then placed a small coffee table about 2 foot in front of me and placed our weights on it, two of each 2 oz, 3 oz and 5 oz. I was puzzled by the inclusion of the 5 oz weights as we only use the 2's and 3's on nipples. I started to query the extra weights only to be commanded to silence again and a stinging blow from the riding crop on my left buttock which no doubt left matching marks on the two cheeks. Mistress now unclipped my hands and told me to pick up one of the 2 oz weights with my left hand and return both hands behind my back afterwards. I did as commanded and she hung the weight on my right nipple clip, just as I had been getting used to the pain in the nipples, this increased the intensity. "Good" she said, "now give me the other 2 oz weight with your right hand". Again I did as commanded and found that as I reached forwards and down, the weight on my nipple swung forward pulling the nipple straight out 90 degrees to my body, temporarily increasing the intensity of the pain as it did so. She hung this weight on my left nipple clip balancing up the two pain areas. "Good" She said again, "now give me the 3 oz weight with your left hand". Again I did as commanded and as I reached forwards and down again, the weights on my nipples both swung and pulled the nipples outwards. She swapped the 2 oz weight on my right nipple with the 3 oz one before making me replace the 2 oz one on the table. This was repeated for the other nipple. I had often had the 3 oz weights on my nipples but never had them swinging and pulling my nipples straight outwards from my body. The pain was much more intense and I wasn't getting a chance to get used to it before each weight increase. "Right" said Mistress. She then told me to ask her to increase the weights. I started to protest that 3 oz was the most we usually used and was instantly stopped in mid protest by the riding crop being applied to both of my arse cheeks. "We are going to have even more fun and extend this treat" She replied. "Mistress" I said, "please will you increase the weights?". "My pleasure" She answered" and told me to pick up one of the 2 oz weights again with my left hand, when I had done so She added it to the 3 oz one on my right nipple. "Mistress" I said, "please will you increase the weight on my left nipple?". "Of course dear sub" She answered" and told me to pick up the other 2 oz weight again with my right hand, when I had done so She added it to the 3 oz one on my left nipple. I now had 5 oz of weights on each nipple, nearly double my normal amount. "Very good" Mistress praised and rubbed the riding crop over my body before gently nudging the weights with it to make them swing. "Now give me the 5 oz weight with your left hand" She continued. Again I did as commanded and She swapped the two weights on my right nipple for a single 5 oz one before commanding me to return the other two to the table. This was repeated for the other nipple. Every time as I reached forwards and down again, the weights on my nipples both swung and pulled the nipples outwards with increasing intensities of pain as the weights were changed. "Well" Mistress said "I am waiting for your request". I couldn't believe that She was serious but a flick of the riding crop on my taught balls told me that She was. "Mistress" I said, "please will you increase the weight even more?". She told me to pick up one of the 2 oz weights again with my left hand and when I had done so She added it to the 5 oz one on my right nipple. "Mistress" I said, "please will you increase the weight on my left nipple also?" and was told to pick up the other 2 oz weight again with my right hand, when I had done so She added it to the 5 oz one on my left nipple. As I reached forwards and down again to pick up the second weight, the weights on my nipples both swung and as they pulled the nipples outwards the already intense pain was dramatically increased. "Well" Mistress said again and a flick of the riding crop encouraged my further request. "Mistress" I said, "please may I have the rest of the weights?". Then She told me to pick up one of the 3 oz weights again with my left hand and I very carefully bent forwards again to pick up the weight. When I had done so She added it to the 7 oz on my right nipple. "Mistress" I said, "please will you increase the weight on my left nipple also?" and was told to pick up the other 3 oz weight again with my right hand. The pain of the combined weights was severe but possibly not quite as severe as I may have guessed without trying it. This time however, as I very carefully bent forward with 10 oz of lead attached to my right nipple it felt as if my nipple was being pulled out of my body and every tiny jerky movement made it worse. I picked up the last weight and She added it to the 7 oz on my left nipple making 10 oz each side, 20 oz total, 1 1/4 lb. of lead suspended on the tiny area of my nipples. Mistress now instructed me to bend over and place both hands on my knees. I thought sure that my nipples were being pulled off but to my relief they stayed on, as did the weights - those teeth filed into the clothes pins really worked. A short time after I had complied with her demand, I felt Mistresses hand caressing my balls and the pain in my tits receded somewhat as my attention dropped to my pleasure area. "How many ounces of weights have you got?" She asked. "Ten" I answered. "OK, ten it is " She replied and proceeded to whip my arse with the crop - ten times, five on each cheek. I couldn't hold still as that crop hit my arse cheeks so each time She struck, the weights on my nipples jiggled with the resulting pain. Boy, was I glad that I hadn't said 'Ten each side'!. After the whipping, Mistress let me stand up again and remove the weights - one at a time, and place them back on the table before being instructed to lay on the bed where Mistress clipped my hands and feet to the corners of the bed. She then rode my erection while playing with my very erect nipples until we soon both came in an explosion of cum. My nipples stayed erect for several hours afterwards but the feeling was quite sensual. Weight Training Eighteen months ago, I'd become a real slob. Four failed "romances" and being held in low regard at work had driven me to a chocolate, beer and fast food diet. I piled on the pounds and the inches. It all started to change when I got a new job. I helped many people solve problems they couldn't and was gaining their respect in the process. In short, I began to feel good about myself again. At about this time I realized that I was being rejected by almost all of the women I asked out. In fact, my right hand had become my best friend over the past six months. The reasons for these rejections became apparent one evening whilst running to the bus stop to catch the number 51. I was out of breath almost immediately and felt as though someone was pounding on my chest with a hammer by time the bus had pulled away without me. It was obvious! I was completely unfit. While waiting for the next bus, I noticed the "Muscle Madness" gym across the street. Before I got home that night, I'd got a year membership to the gym and a personal fitness program set up. Half a year later, I was back to my old self. Actually, I was in the best shape I'd ever been in. I was getting plenty of dates and my wrist muscles weren't working nearly as hard. Even with these improvements, I still felt I needed to be in better shape, In short I had fallen into the "perfect body" syndrome. I felt my upper body had developed well ahead of my legs and abdominal area. Having had several promotions, I had a surplus of cash each month, so I decided to splash out and pay for my own personal trainer. At first, Karen didn't appeal to my lustful side. Average size, brown hair in a typical bob, she was just the person who advised me on my diet and made sure I worked damn hard on all of the equipment. However, as the weeks went on, I began to notice the finer qualities of this beautiful woman. Her breast weren't large, but they were perfectly formed and when straining against her lycra cropped top looked incredibly firm. I always enjoyed joint workouts as the sweat glistened on her perfectly flat abdomen. Some of her cycling shorts would ride up into the cleft of her buttocks and I could see they didn't need any support. I found my attention drifting to her with alarming regularity. Quite often I would have to turn to one side or fake a stitch to hide an erection from view. This evening I had booked a session from nine ‘til ten and was really looking forward to it. The computer at work had other ideas, just as I had finished the last entry, it decided to trash the whole file! It was needed the next day, so I had to phone to cancel the session. Karen answered the phone and that made me feel worse about having to miss out. Luck was with me though, as she said she would keep the gym open for me because I was a valued customer. As I fixed the file, I was spurred on by thoughts of the gorgeous Karen. I duly arrived at ten to be greeted by Karen, "for being late and keeping me here, I'm going to make you sweat". I was a little disappointed with her attire as she was wearing a loose fitting gray flannel tracksuit. True to her word, she made me lift, push, pull & shift more weight than ever before. By the end of the session, sweat was trickling from every pore on my body. I was wet, exhausted and ready to go home, but there was more in store for me. As I was making my way back to the changing room, Karen asked if I would help her test some modifications to the lateral lift. The normal lateral lift consists of a wide handle bar attached to weights via a pulley system. The weights are lifted by standing up straight and pulling down on the bar. Karen's modifications consisted of four soft leather straps, two to keep your feet firmly on the floor and two to hold your hand securely to the bar. "The most I've seen you lift is 50kg", she stated, "let's see if you can move 65". With the extra support, I just about managed a full lift. She upped the ante to 80kg, but I stood no chance of lifting it. At this point I realized I was unable to release myself. Standing in front of me with a crafty smile Karen mocked, "oh dear, we appear to be trapped, don't we?". "What's going on? Let me loose" I demanded. "Are you kidding", she asked, "I've spent six months building your body and I plan to enjoy it. I've seen you hiding erections from me, so I know you want me." She strolled toward me, placed a finger on my lips and warmly whispered "I suggest you keep quiet and enjoy it". I just stood there dumbstruck (not that I was going anywhere) as she gently traced her lips down my neck. Her hands reached behind me, firmly grasped both sides of my vest and tore it off me. Stepping back, she caressed my chest, her index finger tracing between my pecs down to my abdomen. "You work so hard, the sweat pours from your big, strong chest". She dropped to her knees, "I like a man who can build up a hard sweat". She placed her hands on my chest and began to lick the perspiration from my navel. She was driving me wild with desire as she worked her way up to my lips. We kissed passionately, our tongues searching, the salty taste and smell of sweat adding to the moment. My erect penis strained against the inside of her thigh. "I think something is trying to come between us", she whispered huskily. With her hot, wet tongue circling my ear, her hand crept into my tracksuit bottoms and slowly closed around my erection. Gently, she wanked from the base of my shaft to the tip of my engorged knob. "My god", I gasped, my body rigid and trembling with ecstasy. Kneeling down again, she pulled my tracksuit bottoms down. She slid her tongue along the underside of my, by now, throbbing hardon, flicking at my knob at the end of each stroke. Just as I thought I couldn't take any more teasing, she enveloped me in her warm mouth. Grasping my buttocks firmly, she began to thrust my knob between her lips and into that lovely moist mouth. I felt the first stirrings of imminent ejaculation, "I'm going to come" I gasped. She stopped immediately and grasped my penis placing two fingers hard against the underside of my knob and stated, "oh no you're not". As my erection began to fade, she released her grip, stood back and peeled off her cropped top. Her rigid nipples were standing out from perfectly rounded breasts. As she stepped out of her cycling shorts, I noticed she was completely depilated. Her lips slightly parted, glistening with her juices, I've never seen anything as beautiful. My erection sprang back to life immediately. "I'm glad to see you appreciate what you're about to have" she mocked. She ran a hand tentatively over her breasts her nipples hardening visibly to the touch. Trailing a finger down her navel toward her smooth, wet slit, she let out a small moan. She parted her lips, gently frigging her clitoris, inserted two fingers and gasped "god I'm so wet for you". She walked over to me and asked, "are you feeling strong big boy? Because I'm going to work your body hard". She grabbed the top of the apparatus and pulled herself up, her arm muscles bulging, she wrapped her legs around my waist. Releasing one hand at a time, she grabbed my shoulders. I was glad and surprised that I could support us both, but I suspect all the adrenaline coursing through my veins was the reason. By now my prick was nudging insistently against her moist slit. Her hand dropped down, grasped me and guided me into her warm pussy. She let go and slid down onto me gasping, "it's so hard and hot!, god you've got me turned on." Her eyelids were fluttering, her eyes rolling and her cunt muscles contracting deliciously on my prick. She began to rise and fall rhythmically onto me. I thrust back and forth to meet her movements, our sweat mixing on our bodies helping us slide against each other, my legs and arms beginning to ache, but her, wet slippery tunnel felt so good. Not far from orgasm and moaning regularly she was bringing me closer to my climax. I could feel my sperm beginning its delicious journey to freedom. I couldn't hold back any longer, every muscle in my body was becoming tense. I squeezed my buttocks together and started thrusting hard as the sperm coursed through my penis. At this point Karen began to come, her body convulsing against mine, she dug her fingers hard into my back and shouted, "oh god, yes." My release was total, every muscle in my body relaxed leaving me totally drained. Karen's near lifeless body was draped on me and her head rested on my shoulders. When she reached up and unfastened the cuffs, we fell to the floor in an exhausted embrace and caught up on some much-needed sleep. Later, over energy bars and drinks, she promised to come up with some more modifications to the equipment, but only if I work hard enough. I've been loading up with energy foods ever since.