A new level of control has been added to my life. Mrs. Lion has been my lion tamer. She controls most aspects of my life. Her paddle and other disciplinary tools are teaching me to be well behaved and obedient.
After my shoulder surgery last spring, I’ve been inactive and have had to severely restrict activity that includes my right shoulder. My physical therapists recommended that I start working to regain my strength and physical endurance. To do this, I hired a personal trainer. She is in charge of restoring my strength. She is in control of my physical training.
We had our first session yesterday. It was spent with her assessing my current fitness. It isn’t very good. She is positive that I will improve. I sure hope so. Fortunately, she doesn’t spank me if I don’t meet her expectations. I’m sure that idea never occurred to her.
Like my taming, training will be gradual. It will take a lot of time to make up for the losses caused by the surgery and recovery. I have to admit that I’m discouraged. I don’t know what I expected, but based on my woeful performance yesterday, fitness is a long way off.
Like taming, training will require me to acquire new habits. Just as I learned to never masturbate, I will have to learn to work out as second nature. If I hadn’t made all the behavioral changes for Mrs. Lion, I wouldn’t believe I could make fitness part of my life. I never imagined I would never masturbate again. I was sure that I would find a way to jerk off now and then. But I haven’t. I’m amazed.
If a behavior as primal as masturbation can be extinguished, then making an exercise program integral to my life should be easy. All it takes is firm control. Wearing a chastity device provided the control that taught me not to masturbate. Having a trainer who will make sure I follow my fitness routine should have a similar effect.
I’m willing to be tamed even if it is sometimes painful. I’m not sure that I feel the same way about training. Perhaps my tamer will assure that I do.