Chapter 4 - ch3 - mistress natalie in charge!

"Not so fast, big boy. We still have to a bit more to discuss."

"Oh come on, Nat. Let's celebrate this agreement. Feed me that cheesecake you fixed for me last night. Let's get started."

"Hold on now, Charles. Luckily for you, I am not only a hot and sexy feeder, but I am one conscientious ethical dom feeder as well. You would be so easy to do lasting harm to, poor boy. I don't want to feed you into immobility or an early grave, no matter what you want."

"My body is my own - to use, to abuse, to allow you to fatten. Since everyone is going to die one day anyway, our bodies are ours to use up. Use my body up, Natalie, however you wish. Fatten me until I burst."

"No, Charles. I am only interested in some feeder play, not committing homicide-by-chocolate. Let's set a few boundaries."

"Oooh, I love boundaries," you coo.

"Okay, so I am going to order you to eat junk food, sit on your ass and gain weight for a few months. You eat when I tell you to, you eat what I tell you to. I don't want you pigging out when you are away from me. I want to watch you eat."

"Yes, Mistress Natalie," you answer.

"And when I say, 'Jump', you hop on those scales. Then, after a few months, I am going to order you to eat healthier and lose the weight. You cannot gain more than 25 pounds above what you weigh now. I will not allow it."

"Oh, I love it when you give me mandates and goals."

"How much do you weigh now?"

"173, like I said 12 pounds more than when we first got together."

"Okay, so once you hit 198 pounds, this is over. No matter what. You will be fairly overweight but not obese at that point. Unhealthy but not dramatically unhealthy." I think for a minute how close this will put you to 200 pounds, and I feel my body heating up.

"Almost 200, mmmm," you moan. I see you get quite excited by this dangerously-close-to-200 number as well.

"Not one pound more than 198!" I say firmly. "Do I make myself clear, Charles?"

"Yes, Mistress, you do." You practically gush with longing to please me.

I pull you closer and look deeply into those light blue eyes. I put my hands on the sides of your face, not letting you look away.

"I just have one final question. Is having a fabulous sex right now, at age 24 - and possibly for years to come - worth taking a year or two off your life later on?"

"Oh, definitely," you eagerly reply.

"I want you to remember that you said that. Especially when you've outgrown all your clothes. Now, go get that cheesecake and a spoon, and bring them back here immediately, Charles Derek Jones."

"Yes, ma'am."

"And bring those handcuffs also."

"Oooh, yes, Mistress Natalie."

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(AUTHOR'S NOTE: To be continued? Originally, I conceived this story to end here, but I have always loved these characters so much. Can you imagine a "future" for them? Let me know. Zonker)