She was nervous as she stood in front of the scale.
She had done everything to make sure that she would have her target weight this morning. She hadn't drank or eaten anything since midday yesterday. SHe had taken a long and very hot bath yesterday evening, which made her sweat as if she was in a sauna... She had just gone to the bathroom. She really really hoped she would be there.
She knew she had gained some weight over the years, but asides from the occasional comment about the appearance of a love handle, her dom had never complained.
Than one day, while he was taking her, he had grabbed hold of her sides. He had stopped, pulled out, and asked her how much she had weighed when they had met 15 years ago.
Than he had put her on the scale and weighed her, she had gained 20 pounds over those years...
From the next day on, he had put her on a very strict diet, together with a lot of exercise. She had to admit, she had been losing weight, and she felt better about herself when she looked in the mirror, she could see her ribs again! But she really hoped it was over now. She was looking forward to some real food.
She stepped on the scale and when it had reached equilibrium it read 110 pounds.
"Just 1 pound too much" he told her "Looks like we'll keep at it for a week."
She sighed deeply. She could deal with the runs, and the calisthenics, but she was really tired of the 2 daily bowls of a thin water and oatmeal gruel he had been serving her for the past 10 weeks. That, vitamin pills, and the occasional load of cum was all she had gotten to eat in all that time.
