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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




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