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A sculptor starts with a solid block of granite or, an unformed lump of clay and molds it into a work of art. Julie was my lump of clay. Some people see things as they are but the artist sees the potential in what they can become.
Julie was a beautiful woman: 40 years old with curves in the right place but hiding behind a lifetime of accumulated fat. At 5'9" Julie had the height to carry some weight but not her current 225 lbs. I find most heavy women can become exceptionally hot when they shed the extra weight but that requires motivation. Not just the motivation of someone working with them toward a goal but internal motivation to want it for themselves.
I was helping Julie work toward a goal of 175 but only because she herself was determined to achieve this goal. The end result of our many discussions was a common vision we had, to make her into a more attractive and self-confident woman.
Importantly, although Julie was definitely a deeply submissive woman for me, this aspect was only heightened as her self-confidence grew. Julie was 250 lbs. when we started this process and had become increasingly more submissive even as her self-esteem grew and matured.
Julie arrived promptly at 8:00 for our usual Friday night weigh-in. I left the scale in the middle of the living room as a reminder of her weekly test but first we discussed what she had done that week. Julie was required to keep a journal that we reviewed each week: what had she eaten, how much did she work out, etc....
I sat on the couch and Julie took her usual position, sitting on the floor, at my feet. She read from the journal and we discussed each days meals and her exercise regimen, which I had set up for her at the gym. This week's goal was 3 lbs. I had initially focused on mostly cardio routines but in the last 2 weeks had started adding some weight training to firm up as we shed the weight.
For the next 20 minutes we went through her food intake for the week and what she had done at the gym vs. the plan I had set. She did manage to stick to the diet this week and completed most of the gym workout I had mandated.
I had her move around and rise up onto her knees in front of me as I complimented her on her discipline for the week. I could clearly see, in her face, the result of the 25 or so lbs. she had already shed. Her chin and her cheeks especially were thinning and, that already pretty face was starting to shine. I could see in her eyes how proud she was of her success so far and I knew that the pride was equally a result of my look of approval.
She had chosen a short black skirt to wear tonight, complimented by seamed thigh high stockings and 5" black, very severe looking, pumps. The matching black lace bra was clearly visible though her white blouse. 25 pounds ago there was no way she could have pulled this off but the combination of her weight loss, along with her heightened sense of confidence, was giving her the "attitude" needed to make this work.
I reached out and stroked her face, telling her how happy I was in her progress. I told her that she was well on her way to becoming the hot slut that she wanted to become for me. I opened her shirt, telling her how the training was starting to firm her tits and that I loved the way her nipples stood out through the sheer bra. Whenever I started to get more graphic with her, she would become visibly obvious in her arousal.
I ordered her to take off the shirt, which she did, and I pulled both tits out of the top of the bra. Her nipples were like little pebbles as I pinched them between my thumb and forefinger. I got increasingly rough with her nipples as I told her how much I liked her progress and how it pleased me that she belonged to me.
