by Diane Leyne
“Hi, I’m Dalton Hayes, and I’ll be training your sub today. Our Head of Physical Activities and our assistant head are away for a few days, so they’ve left your sub in my hands until they are back Tuesday.” Dalton held out a hand to Max while more or less ignoring Aly, but she was used to it by now. None of the subs would address her without the permission of their own Doms, and none of the Doms would address another Dom’s sub. There were so many rules to remember.
“So, what do you have in mind for her? I see you’ve signed her up for daily training with yoga on Monday and possibly also on Thursday.”
“Yes, she’s been working hard and has lost, my guess is, forty pounds in the last year and a half. Isn’t that right, pet?”
“Actually, forty-five, sir.”
“Has she been ill?”
Max frowned. “Were you ill, pet, or is it from overwork?”
“Well, when I was overseas, food wasn’t exactly plentiful, and so many had so little. I might have cut back a bit.”
“But you’ve been back for six months. Why haven’t you gained any back?”
“I, er…”
“May I address your sub directly, Max?”
“Certainly, Dalton. And when you are working her out, I want you to consider her yours in every way except, of course, you can’t fuck her. She should obey you as she would me. If she misbehaves, you have permission to punish her appropriately.
“Understand, pet?”
“Understood and thanks. That will make my job easier.” Dalton turned to Aly, who was now feeling a bit apprehensive. It was tough enough when she had to obey Max, but now she had a second Master for an hour a week? She looked at Dalton. He was like a blond god, all rippling muscles and the bluest eyes she’d ever seen.
“Subbie. Do you understand that I’ll be topping you during our sessions? And you’ll obey me or face the consequences?”
“Yes, Sir.” Aly sighed. He looked like a god, but he sounded like a Dom.
“So, Max, any other plans for her?
“Like I said, I want to build her up. My first goal is for her to gain back ten pounds. I think, ultimately, I’d like her to gain back twenty or twenty-five, but we’ll play it by ear. I thought she was perfect before, so it wouldn’t bother me if she regained the whole forty-five.”
“Would you like me to establish an eating plan for her? I’m also a registered nutritionist. In fact, that’s what I usually handle here. I help plan the resort menus with my brother. Carter is the head chef. I usually only help out when we have high demand or in special situations like this. I’ll hand your sub back over to Mike and Rebecca if you like, or I’d be happy to continue her program for the full week.” He grinned, and Aly felt her stomach do flips. If she wasn’t in love with Max, she’d be throwing herself at Dalton. In fact, she still might. He was hot.
“Let’s play it by ear, but if you two connect, I’m thinking it would be good if you can continue training her until we leave. And I do like the thought of an eating plan for her. Can you develop one for the resort and one we can follow when she gets home?”
“My pleasure.”
“Great. Just one final thing, I want to watch you put her through her paces.”
“No problem, Max. Grab a seat. And if you want to join in at any time, please feel free.”
Aly looked at Max. He was going to watch? Damn. She really wasn’t going to be able to slack, not that she thought Dalton would let her, but now she had two sets of eyes on her.
“Time to change, subbie, and I’ll give you a fitness test to assess your capabilities before we start your workout. You may go change now.”
Aly looked at him and then down at what she was wearing. She had on an oversized T-shirt over her workout bra and a pair of knee-length yoga pants on. What was wrong with what she was wearing?
“I am ready, Sir.”
He turned to Max. “What does she have on underneath?
“Sports bra and thong.”
“Strip.”
“What?”
“I said strip. Lose the T-shirt and shorts. You may leave on the bra and thong.”
“Sir?”
She turned to Max.
“Are you disobeying your Master?” Max’s expression was stern, and Aly felt his anger.
“I’m sorry, Sir.”
“Not me, him. I told you that he was allowed to top you this morning, and here you are disobeying his first instruction. Master Dalton. Please feel free to administer whatever correction you see fit.”
“I’m sorry, Sir,” she said to Max before turning to Dalton. “I’m sorry to you as well, Sir.”
“Then strip.”
With great reluctance she removed the T-shirt and yoga pants. She’d wondered why Max had given her the sports bra and thong to wear. He usually permitted no panties at all, but she figured it was something to do with the workout. She’d seen his amused glance when she’d covered them up with a T-shirt and shorts, and now she knew why. The bra and panties were all she’d been supposed to wear.
“Turn around.” Dalton looked at her body critically and then addressed Max. “I can see why you want her to gain weight. She’s not quite skin and bones, but nothing for a man to hold onto when he’s fucking her.”
“Yeah, you should have seen her before. She had the lushest ass you’ve ever seen and tits a man could get lost in. Now it’s all I can do not to force feed her.”
“We’ll soon take care of that. Subbie, get on the treadmill. I want to assess your fitness level.”
* * * *
An hour and a half later, Aly was exhausted mentally and physically. Between Max and Dalton, she hadn’t had a moment’s rest. First Dalton had her run on the treadmill for twenty minutes with all manner of electrodes attached to her. Then he’d made her do sit-ups and push-ups and a whole bunch of other exercises while he assessed her fitness. Periodically, Max had force-fed her a nasty blue sports drink whether she wanted it or not.
If this was what it was like to have two Doms, she didn’t know how Rebecca managed. Maybe she did need Aly’s help, if only to help her get some rest.
Leaning back in the hot tub, she let the bubbles relax her. Max was in the tub with her, chatting to Dalton about how well she’d done, fitness wise. Her obedience level apparently needed some work though, but she thought Dalton had been all too quick to swat her ass with a long switch he carried, every time he thought she wasn’t trying hard enough.
“You did good for your first day, subbie, but don’t think you can slack off tomorrow. I took it easy on you today. Tomorrow I’ll expect more.”
“More?” Two sets of disapproving eyes turned her way.
“I mean, more, Sir? I thought we did a lot today?”
“We did, but I still had to discipline you several times. I expect immediately compliance, subbie. And tomorrow, I won’t have that little switch. I’ll have my riding crop to keep you in line.
“Well, Max, I’ll leave you two to relax in the tub for now. It’s ten thirty. The massage room you reserved is now available until noon. Just go through the door on the right. You are in room 3B. Enjoy.”
Aly watched Dalton walk away. He really had an amazing butt. Max standing up and pulling her to her feet broke her reverie on Dalton’s ass.
“Massage time.”
Aly stood as Max dried her off and then wrapped her in a big fluffy towel and then dried himself before dressing. He picked up her clothes and lead to her to the door Dalton had indicated. She guessed that getting dressed wasn’t on her agenda.
Room 3B turned out to be a typical massage room with the dim lighting, mood music, and shelves of lotions and potions. The massage table looked a bit odd, though.
“Up you go.”
Max helped her up and get settled on her stomach. She fit her face into that standard padded oval that let her look down to the floor and wiggled her body into a comfortable position. That was when she realized the table was very different.
She felt Max draw a
strap across her waist, drawing it tight. Then he reached under the table and pressed a button or something. The part of the table under her breasts gave way and suddenly they were dangling free below the table. Moving to her side, Max fastened straps across her upper arms and wrists before moving lower and fastening straps loosely around her upper thighs, knees, and ankles. Then she heard a clicking sound. First the table started tipping in the middle, with her butt rising up and her legs lowering down slightly. Then her legs were being separated as far as they could go so that her pussy and ass were on display.
Next Max moved back up to the head of the table. He fastened a strap behind her head before ducking down under the table. She felt him massaging her left breast before running his fingers over her nipple. Grasping it, he squeezed gently before rolling it in his fingers and tugging. His hand left for a moment, but when it returned, she could feel him placing something around her nipple. Suddenly, there was a bite of pain as the clamp tightened around her tender flesh.
“Breathe through the pain, pet. Breathe, accept the pain, and let it go.”
She did her best, and in a few minutes the pain was replaced by a throbbing between her thighs. She’d just relaxed when she felt him begin the same process on her right breast. As she forced herself to breathe, the second clamp wasn’t quite so painful, but the throbbing got worse. She knew better, though, than to ask Max to let her come. If she did that, he’d complain she was topping from the bottom and withhold her orgasm for hours or even longer.
Finally, the sensation started subsiding in her nipples until it was just a slow steady throb, which seemed to echo an answering throb in her clit. He must have been waiting for this as he bent under the table again and she knew he was doing something to the left clamp. When he moved his hand, she felt a sharp weight pulling down on her nipple. He did the same to the right, and she moaned in need.
“Weights, pet. If you stay still, they’ll hang still. If you move, they’ll jerk and pull harder on your nipples. It’s all up to you.”
She wanted to tell him that it wasn’t up to her. The sensations he was creating in her body were so overwhelming she had no control, but she knew he’d just laugh and torment her even more, so she lay there quietly, waiting as he ran his hands lightly up and down her body, teasing her, before moving away from the table.
A moment later, she heard the sound of liquid being squirted, and then she felt Max’s hands on her shoulders. Moving confidently, Max massaged her entire body from top to toes. Moaning softly, Aly enjoyed every touch, every caress, every gentle and not-so-gentle movement of his hands over her body.
He clearly knew what he was doing as he soothed her tired muscles even as he ramped up her arousal. When his hands finally touched her ass, she was ready. She tried to push against his hands, but he’d effectively restrained her. She couldn’t move anything but her fingers. When she tried, her breasts swayed and the weights jerked against her nipples, causing sensation to shoot through her straight to her already throbbing clit.
She moaned as the sensations built inside her. Just a touch to her clit and she’d go up in flames, and he must have known it because he touched everywhere else. His hands skimmed over her entire body before he moved between her legs, his hands on her shoulders and back, his hard cock pressed between her cheeks. Her pussy clenched helplessly as he still refused to fill it. She felt the tears begin. Satisfaction was so close. If only she could move, she’d impale herself if that was what it took, but still he denied her.
“Please!” She couldn’t help herself. She begged. She’d do anything if he would just take her and fill her and fuck her. “Please!”
“Please what?”
“Please, Sir?”
“Very pretty, pet, but what exactly are you asking? You’ll have to be more explicit with your desires.”
“Please, Sir. Please, I need you inside me.”
“That’s not very explicit, pet. What exactly do you need inside you? Maybe my fingers, my tongue, my cock? And where inside you? Your mouth, your pussy, or maybe your ass?’
“Yes, all of it, Sir. I want you inside me in every way possible, but right now, I want your cock in my pussy. Please.”
“Well, only since you ask so nicely!”
Without any more warning, he pulled back and surged inside her dripping pussy in a single stroke. And then he went still, his large body leaning over hers. She waited, and still he didn’t move. She tried to push back against him, but the restraints held her still.
Reaching around her on both sides, he slid his hands down her breasts, squeezing and massaging them, and made little movements with his hips, moving in and out of her, but only an inch at a time. It wasn’t enough.
“More, please, Sir, I need more.”
In response, his hands moved harder on her breasts, squeezing and massaging them before moving down to her abused nipples. He gave a tug on the clamps and then a second, which shot straight to her pussy, causing a new gush of moisture. Then he did something to the fastenings and tugged again. This time the clamps came all the way off and the blood rushed back in.
She cried out as he grasped her nipples and massaged them between his thumbs and fingers at the same time that his hips started moving.
She was assaulted by the sensations, the sharp pain of and tingling in her nipples as his fingers tugged and twisted them and the sweet feeling of his cock starting to move inside her.
“Harder, harder.”
“Whatever you like, pet.”
And then he let go of her nipples to grasp her hips. His movements became more frantic, and he pounded into her. Aly could feel him change his angle so his cock rubbed against the sweet spot inside her.
“Sir, I need to come.”
“Then come, pet!” he commanded her, and she felt her climax slam through as she bucked against the restraints. The ripples continued as he kept moving inside her. Suddenly, he slowed, reaching down underneath her to rub her clit hard.
“Come again, pet,” he ordered, and Aly was shocked to find her body respond to the order as another climax ripped through her, the ripples seemingly never ending as he continued his attentions to her clit.
“One more time, pet!”
“I can’t, Sir!”
“Are you defying me?”
He removed his hand from her clit, and she wanted to cry with frustration. But then he did something that shocked her to her core. He slapped her clit, one, twice, and then a third time before reaching back down to pinch it hard.
Without warning, a third climax shot through her as he laughed with satisfaction before grabbing her hips again as his own orgasm shot through him. She could feel his hot cum filling the condom, and she wished that the latex barrier weren’t there. They’d both been tested and were clean, and she was protected from pregnancy.
She felt him slump over her body as his own orgasm drained him. She enjoyed the feeling of his body protecting hers, warm and comforting, but then he moved, carefully disposing of his condom before removing her restraints.
He gathered her up in his arms and moved to the lounge chair in the corner of the room, settling her on his lap and holding her close.
“So, pet, what did you think of the couples massage?”
“I enjoyed it, but I don’t think my legs are working anymore.”
“We’ve got the room for another half hour. Just rest for a bit, and then we’ll go back to the cabin, shower, and change for lunch.
* * * *
Andie joined Max and Aly for coffee just as they were finishing lunch. She was wearing her business suit, so Max treated her as an equal. Aly looked at her enviously. Max just laughed and kissed her forehead as he took her hand for the tour. She supposed she should be grateful that she was wearing clothes, even if they were very skimpy and sheer, and also that she wasn’t wearing a leash like the man crawling out of the dining room on his hands and knees, led by his Domme.
She wasn’t sure she’d ever totally get used to BDSM, but she was su
rprised to find that the sexual component was actually pretty enjoyable. Better than enjoyable. She’d thought their sex before was hot. Now there were times when she came so hard she thought she’d pass out from the overwhelming pleasure. It was, in fact, a revelation. Even when there was some pain involved, it was totally different than she expected. The nipple clamps had hurt, especially after Max had removed them, but the pain had quickly morphed into such intense pleasure that she thought she would cry.
It had to be the endorphins she’d read about. It was like a runner’s high. The pain caused her body to release them, which ratcheted up her arousal and her orgasms. In fact, at times, she almost felt like she was floating out of body when Max had been slowly increasing the intensity of her spanking. It was only for a brief time, but it made her realize that there was something more to experience, something she’d just gotten a glimpse off. And she wanted it. She wanted that more, whatever it was.
In the meantime, they had a tour to take with Andie.
Chapter Twelve
After another amazing dinner, they’d visited the playroom again, pausing to watch a few of the couples. Max had clipped a leash to her collar and had held it tightly to him, keeping her by his side as he wrapped his arm around her bare waist. She was wearing another of those transparent halter-tops, this one tied very loosely so that Max could slide a hand inside which he had while she sat in his lap during dinner.
On the bottom, she wore a miniskirt that was more like a wide belt. It was spandex and clung tightly. It also rode up when she walked, when she sat, hell, when she breathed. She was constantly tugging it down until Max had finally sighed and pulled her arms behind her, attaching her cuffs together.
By the time their tour of the floor was done, her so-called skirt had ridden up so high that her bare pussy lips and half her ass were on display as were her breasts. Max had pushed the halter top aside so that it framed rather than covered her breasts, and he’d played with them as they stopped to watch some of the scenes.