Message-ID: <17320eli$9811191900@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: np98rb@mail.telepac.pt (Christine & David Stevenson) Subject: Fit for Anything, Part two 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: <36430d0c.504055974@news.telepac.pt> Fit for Anything, Part two. fantasy fiction by Christine Stevenson. Copyright 1986-1998 Christine and David Stevenson. I do like the inmates to be instilled with a sense of respect for myself and my staff, so I insist we all dress accordingly in uniform style. I have also found that men are far more attentive if women are dressed in something that is appealing to the male eye. Consequently, I and my staff all wear black seamed stockings and severe high heeled shoes. Nurses Sharp and Crisp wear well fitting, white cotton button through dresses and a starched white cap. I prefer a white cotton blouse, starched of course and a black pencil skirt, with judiciously placed slits, which are merely to facilitate walking and not to afford the inmates a view of my stocking tops. Although this is unavoidable on occasion. And, it just so happens, that one of these times was Nigel's interview. I was relaxing behind my desk, feet up, reading through his file, when Nurse Crisp ushered Nigel in. "Stand here in front of my desk, so that I can get a good look at you, Nigel." As he shuffled towards me, his head slightly bowed and his eyes most assuredly fixed on my stocking tops, I winked at Nurse Crisp and she left the room. "Stand up straight, Nigel. Poise is very important, if we are to knock you back into shape." But Nigel was not paying attention again; he seemed to be in a world of his own. "Did you hear what I said?" Nigel jumped from his reverie, blushed and stammered something that sounded like "Sorry." "I have been going over your medical file and working out a programme for you, based on what I consider you need. Take all your clothes off and let me see which bits need most work." Nigel, of course, wanted to know if this was absolutely necessary, and I assured him that it was. He started, very gingerly, to remove his clothes, his blushes turning bright red as he became aware of the critical once over I was giving him. When he was completely naked, I rose to my feet and paced slowly around him, pulling at any piece of loose flesh I found to be unsatisfactory or surplus to requirements. He flinched uncomfortably a few times. I gave him my most reassuring smile, but this did nothing to ease his obvious humiliation. "You really have allowed your body to go to seed, haven't you?" I said, as I moved back towards my desk. I pressed the button that summoned Nurse Crisp, and Nigel's embarrassment increased under the critical gaze of my able assistant. Part three 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 | ----