Message-ID: <17038eli$9811062349@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: np98rb@mail.telepac.pt (Christine & David Stevenson) Subject: Fit for Anything, Part one. Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <3641bb9c.417658628@news.ip.pt> Fit for Anything, Part one. fantasy fiction by Christine Stevenson. Copyright 1986-1998 Christine and David Stevenson. Nigel, was your average well-to-do businessman. Forty three, greying slightly and a little overweight, not to say flabby. No doubt, if he was describing himself he would have been kinder, but then this is my story and my impressions are the ones that count. Like most men that come to my Health Farm, he was quite ordinary. Which makes him a good case to pick. I have been running the farm for about five years now, and it has never ceased to amaze me, the amount of discipline that has to be applied to lose one pound of flabby male flesh. Of course, most of them have to keep coming back again and again, to stay in some semblance of shape. The odd one or two must find some discipline elsewhere in their lives; knowing their characters, I am sure they could not function without it. The farm itself is in Portugal, a few miles north of the capital. Although I am English, the weather there was never consistent enough for my liking and, unlike men, was beyond my control. So, away from the unbearable heat of the South and the erratic weather in the north of the country, my staff and I enjoy a near perfect climate and the satisfaction of training men to look after their bodies instead of abusing them. Nigel arrived with the others who were attending that week, looking sorely in need of our expert attention. Mopping his forehead with a handkerchief, as he descended from our private bus. It was quite obvious that he would need 'special attention.' Nurse Sharp was there, as always, to check our new inmates off the list and show them where their quarters were. I stood on the verandah of the main house, a sufficient distance away, and sized them up. I always read through their medical records beforehand, and I always insist on a photograph. So as they took those first tentative steps onto my territory, I already had an intimate knowledge of each and every one of them, Nigel included. I watched as they lined up, awaiting their next instructions, and permitted myself a wry smile. I could hear Nurse Sharp detailing the rules of the establishment, and it was then I noticed Nigel was not paying sufficient attention. The rules are quite simple. First and foremost, they are to do exactly what they are told, without question. Regardless of whether their instructions come from Nurse Sharp, Nurse Crisp or myself, Dr. Kirsten Kane. Breakfast is at six, lunch at twelve noon, dinner is at six in the evening and lights out at ten. Their exercise sessions and other treatments (diet, massage, sauna, etc.) are determined after they have had their initial interview with me. All of these will be adhered to and strictly controlled. I watched as Nurse Sharp showed them to their rooms, and instructed Nurse Crisp to bring Nigel for his interview first. Part two tomorrow - Meantime you can read the whole story at http://www.mschristine.com/fit.html sincerely, Christine The Fem Dom Training Software. Runs on all computers (Macs too!) Advises on how best to train your husband/lover. http://www.mschristine.com/program.html mailto:program@Ms-Christine.com -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----