The SairMaster™

I noticed a big box arrive. My Mistress put it the playroom and told me to mind my own business. (As if that is not my business. Of course i know better than to argue semantics.:))

Later my Mistress said, "I want to show you my latest addition to the play room."

I was surprised. It was a StairMaster™.

Mistress told me to get on, and the tied my hands to the handle-bar rails so I could not reach the controls.

Then she locked a bit gag on me. "This will let you pant," she said. i would've thanked her for the kindness, but i was gagged.

She then set it for steady pace, 175 lbs., 180 minutes, level 5 (of 20). i'd thank her for the low level, but, well you know about gags.

"This keeps track of calories burned, floors climbed, etc., and i will know if you cheated by reading the amount of floors climbed," She said. "But I have a better idea."

She clamped nipple clamps on my nipples that were attached by a chain. In the middle of the chain was a third clamp. She clamped that to the bottom of the magazine rack at about my nipple height.

"There is enough slack for you at the top, but ride the steps to the bottom and, 'ouch'," She said. "Well, I'm going out for a while. At about 50 floors per fifteen minutes, in three hours you can climb 600 floors. I expect you'll get tired, so should we say 500 floors? Ta, dearie."

She pressed "enter" and as my legs moved to keep me up i heard her leave. Level 5 was easy, for now. i wondered how hard it would be in an hour or so. i also wondered how much my nipples would hurt when the blood rushed back into them.

The first hour was relatively painless for my nipples.

The second hour found them getting pulled once in a while. i looked into changing the resistance level with my nose, but Mistress had run a few wires between the handholds to prevent my head from getting that close. If i had my glasses on i'd have seen them without trying.

i hit a wall. i'd struggle up and then slow down until the tug made me speed up again. If the second hour had lots of "normal" time punctuated by pulled nipples, the third hour was lots of pulled nipples punctuated by "normal" time. i swear that somewhere in Dante's Inferno there should be a StairMaster™ circle.

She likes to cook. She lets me eat. i like her cooking. She likes the fact i enjoy her cooking. That is perhaps why the StairMaster™.

When She returned i heard hear putting away groceries. (Some will insist that is my job, but cooking is her hobby and getting the ingredients is part of that. She decides what my job is, not you.)

Then she came in and sat down. It had been 164 minutes. i was dripping with sweat. My nipples were red and sore. "Hhhp," I said.

"Make me get up as soon as I sit down," She said. "OK, maybe level 5 was too much for starters." She turned it down to three. "You only have 15 minutes to go. Tell you what," She said as she removed the nipple clamps, "If you climbed over 500 floors already afterwards I'll let you orgasm."

i wasn't sure what was worse, the pain of blood rushing back into my nipples of the blood pushing my cock against it's prison. (i curve differently than The Curve allows.)

She pressed a few buttons and the StairMaster™ read "Floors climbed 467."

At least my cock subsided at that (Hey, there is a bright side to everything if you know where to look.)

She sat down and said, "Oh well. And you were so close too. It's a crying shame."

She then told me what She bought but left out the best part. As she was untying my hands she told me to shower for dinner. She was going to grill me a swordfish steak. She knows i love the way she grills swordfish.

In the shower i alternate between hot water for my aching leg muscles, and cold water to keep the erection controlled.

As i was in the hot/cold shower i realized that Dante's Purgatorio should be where the circle of StairMasters™ exists.

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