It started when one of my clients wanted me to help her lose weight. I have been a counsellor for a few years and I think I have helped quite a few people but weight loss was something I have never tried. I looked up diet and exercise and using suggestion techniques, the young lady was able to look good in her wedding dress.
Word went round and eventually my clients were nearly all seeing me to lose weight. Within a year I had made a lot of money, bought a house in its own grounds with a gym. As well as my individual sessions I did two week residential courses and that is where the fun started.
I rigged the gym out with six different machines; two rowing, two treadmills, spin bike and a stepper which I had my clients use in conjunction with diet and my hypnotherapy. Several of my ladies asked if I could do an intensive residential programme so they would have the necessary bikini bodies for their holidays.
When I had six ladies sign up I devised a two week intensive course which would tighten their muscles as well as cause the necessary weight loss. They each had to sign an agreement which in a wordy way said they would do exactly as I say.
I planned each day, a light buffet breakfast, two hours of group therapy, four hours gym, and a light snack provided. Dinner (supplied by one of those companies that does calorie controlled meals) followed by an individual therapy session.
Day one; following breakfast, I facilitated a group session, finishing giving them instructions about using the gym. "Each machine has a target set which together you will reach in the allocated time. You will do this between you, each machine has a facial recognition facility so at the end of the session whoever has worked hardest will have an individual therapy session. You will do your gym work naked, it is healthier," I told them. Unsurprisingly, thanks to my earlier 'suggestions', they were all in agreement.
Do not think I was just taking advantage of these ladies, well actually I was but they would attain their desired weight loss at the end of the two weeks. They would have a healthier relationship with food and exercise and will have a therapy session monthly top up.
I led my ladies into the changing room next to the gym where they stripped off without hesitation. I watched them walk into the gym, I closed and locked the door, leaving them just access to the toilet and drinking water, and went to my viewing room. As well as the facial recognition each piece of apparatus had a camera to watch the operator there were other cameras about the place.
The viewing room had a bank of screens, I watched one which took in the whole gym as the ladies discussed which machine to use. They walked round looking at each one and suddenly realising the goals they must attain. "Hell, have you seen how many miles we have to ride on this bike?" exclaimed Ruby.
Now Ruby had the most inappropriate name, she is very pale with fair hair, pubes as well as on her head. Obviously she is overweight, not massively but losing a stone or so would please her. She has big tits, a round attractive face and a rather fashionable large arse. She got on the rowing machine and began rowing.
I brought that rowing machine camera onto the large screen, it was interesting to watch the antics of her rather attractive cunt coming closer then moving away, opening slightly each time it approached the camera. I rather liked Ruby, her honesty in the group, her sense of humour and now her rather fuckable cunt.
Emma certainly needs to lose the a lot if she is to wear a bikini. Unfortunately for her size she has the smallest tits and has told the group that she intends to have implants, we persuaded her not to go above a C cup. She has the most delicious kissable lips and the biggest brown eyes, even without makeup.
She, I think because she was the most determined, chose the treadmill which she set quite fast. Her little tits bounced attractively, maybe the best bouncing size there is. Dark brown hair and a shaved pussy.
On the spinning bike was Bhabhi, her name was longer than that but she was known as Bhabhi. Of Indian descent, attractive brown skin, jet black hair, head and pussy, an Indian style tattoo ran down between her tits. The bike was set so the rider leaned forward which had the pussy directly on the saddle. Most stimulating I think. There was the facility to add a dildo to the saddle, maybe later.
Her tits hung down and vibrated as she rode. It would have been nice to have a camera directly on her fat arse. She was sweating already and trying to cycle without her arse touching the saddle. Good for the leg muscles.
Liselle was using the stepper. The first thing you notice about Liselle is her wild red hair, curly and lots of it. I could now see that her pubic hair matched the hair on her head, wild and ginger. I worried about Liselle as her body seemed perfect to me and I wondered about her body image, having had some experience of eating disorders.
I spent some time with her before I allowed her to join this group, like a lot of women she did not like those bits of tummy fat. Like most redheads she had a lot of freckles which I found super attractive and she hated.
Alexandra, Alex, dyed blond hair, mousy pubes and in need of losing at least a stone. She looked different naked, she chose her clothes well to hide her weight, naked her arse was big, a typical pear shape. She needed to lose fat off her bum while leaving the top half alone. Basically she had lovely tits which appeared to have a life of their own while she was on the treadmill.
Fliss was a quiet mousy young girl, mousy hair, head and pubes, shy and embarrassed about being fat. She wanted to be like other girls, to have boyfriends, she was eighteen and still a virgin. She was determined to lose weight and wanted to do it in a hurry. The therapy sessions gave her enough confidence to do this and to be naked in front of others, which I saw as a very positive sign.
She had been left with the rowing machine as the others had got in first. She started out very fast but soon started flagging and got into a rhythm. I of course zoomed in on her cunt as it travelled backward and forward. She appeared to have a smaller cunt than most, so it will be interesting to test this.
I flitted from screen to screen finishing with an overview of the whole gym before going to see a couple of clients. Three hours later I returned to see what was occurring in the gym. Liselle, Alex and Fliss were busy on the machines. The others were sitting, exhausted with their backs to the wall. Trust Liselle to still be at it, I will keep an eye on her.
I checked the computer and surprisingly Alex had done the most, Emma the least. When I checked each machine the three that were in use had some mileage, the other three had reached the target I had set. I watched for about another half hour, the girls took turns and reached the targets.
I gave them some time to cool down before I went into the gym. "I think you all need a shower so get in there. The shower was communal, a square room with shower heads all round and above. They showered, dried themselves, dressed and went to their rooms to do their hair etc and dress for dinner.
Before dinner I called on Emma. "You did the least work today," I said
"I'm sorry, I tried, honestly, I tried," she blubbered.
I was tempted to send her to bed without any dinner but that would not be fair. "You will have to be punished. Take your clothes off and get on your hands and knees." Without hesitation she did as she was told. All my preparatory work was paying off. There was a large full length mirror. "Crawl to the mirror and look at yourself." I spanked her arse, fat arses have a wonderful wobble when spanked. Her tits swung. "You are a fat cunt, what are you?"
"A fat cunt," she snivelled.
"Now say it like you mean it," I said while smacking her arse.
"I am a fat cunt," she said louder but still snivelling.
