Message-ID: <17325eli$9811191903@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: np98rb@mail.telepac.pt (Christine & David Stevenson) Subject: Fit for Anything, Part three 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: <36446159.78165550@news.telepac.pt> Fit for Anything, Part three. fantasy fiction by Christine Stevenson. Copyright 1986-1998 Christine and David Stevenson. "Can I please get dressed now?" he whispered. Ignoring him, I turned to Nurse Crisp and gave her the details of Nigel's first exercise session - to commence immediately. She was to take him to the exercise room, dress him a rubber slimming suit and supervise a one hour session on the rowing machine, after which he could have a light lunch of lemon juice, salad and dry slimming biscuits. When I was sure that Nurse Crisp understood the regime I had decided upon for Nigel I turned back to see that he was standing with his hands over his genitals. "Nurse, a gown for Nigel, we wouldn't want him to catch cold." Nurse Crisp picked up Nigel's clothes and left the room. We always confiscate their clothes to ensure no lapse in the dietary regulation. Otherwise some of the patients would be sneaking out for snacks. I returned to my desk and checked the file of the next patient, while we waited for Nurse Crisp to return. She was an unconscionably long time, perhaps we were again short of freshly laundered gowns. Nigel seemed ill at ease, subdued even, apparently concentrating on something at his feet as I surveyed him once again. Nigel eagerly took the garment when Nurse Crisp eventually returned, and quickly slipped it on, I stood and tied the ribbons at the back as he was having some difficulty with them. "Send in the next client on your way through, thank you Nurse." They left, Nigel following Nurse Crisp, like an obedient little puppy. I was adjusting an errant seam on my stocking and checking the suspender fastening when I discovered the next overweight executive standing, gawking, in the doorway. "Ah..... Bernard isn't it? Come in and strip!" Part four 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 | ----