erosiawriter: Body PositiveMy little girl had always been self-conscious about her natural curviness
erosiawriter: Body PositiveMy little girl had always been self-conscious about her natural curviness. She was always unfavorably comparing herself to all my other sluts. “My ass is bigger then hers, my stomach rounder, my tits fatter.” The litany went on and on. I had finally had enough and decided to make a positive change in my little girl. I bought her sports bras, yoga pants, short shorts, knee high sports socks, tiny pink sneakers, sweat bands, wrist bands, spandex body suits, knee pads, all a size smaller than she really needed, all the perfect slut accessory for my little girl. I put her on a strict regiment where I ultimately decided what she ate and when. I kept her off the crash/fad diets, and made sure that she had specific calorie intake involving a well-balanced meal based off the USDA guidelines. Sugars were completely taken out of her diet. In fact, my slut was eating more calories than average to compensate for her new workout routine I designed for her. But my slut didn’t need to know that. I made sure that she took her protein shakes as vitamin supplement. She would watch hungrily as I would add a little of my own protein into the mix as well. Her workout routine consisted of her keeping a logbook of her workout, mostly cardiovascular (jogging, plower) with some weight training and a lot of aerobics to keep her limber. If she failed to meet her daily workout quota she would be punished. A light spanking for, say, going over her calorie intake, to a caning if she went overtime on the treadmill. A serious effort on her part was met with a reward. The smallest was simply an opportunity to lick honey off my fingers. The next was dipping my cock in frosting and having her lick it off. By this point she was an addict for sugar and both tended to be powerful behavioral rewards. The ultimate reward though was a thorough fucking. I put her on orgasm denial early in the training. The only time she was allowed to cum was with me fucking her and the only way that I would fuck her is if she consistently lost two pounds a week. Of course I was the only one allowed to read the scale, so I rarely ever told her when she didn’t meet her goal. My girl was desperate to fuck and I didn’t have the heart to deny her unless I thought it would help her stay focused. Of course, I never had any problem with my little girl’s body. To me she was the most beautiful fucktoy I owned, curves and all. But I loved the way her body jiggled and bounced during all of her workout routines and I recognize her desire to be skinnier for me, to be “sexier” for me, was just another way for her to submit herself. Controlling what she ate and how much she worked out was another form of control I had over her as well. Devotional Training: Take advantage of the cuntrol it thinks it needs…. -- source link
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