What you've done is commendable. You've finally taken the Doctor's advise and committed to exercise. No expense spared, you payed for a young, fit Personal Trainer to come to your house and put you through your paces. You couldn't resist paying for that young, super attractive brunette ME. And when I arrive at your door for the first time, you saw me in my tight gym gear, ready to work hard. Finally you might get that body you've been dreaming of. I have an attitude as I demand the cash immediately and hardly bothers to watch your attempts at press ups. You then strain through some sit ups and rather than encourage you, I mock you rudely calling you feeble, fat, ugly, and useless. You see it turns out the Personal Trainer Me is friends with your ex girlfriend. Who has told me all about your weird, submissive fetishes and your obsession with powerful women. As you lay on the floor you cannot hide the shame, nor can you resist my powerful physique. Like the weak willed loser you have always been, you instantly accept your role as My bitch when commanded. And then come the new rules. my fee has trebled, think of it as pervert tax. And i am not going to train you, am going to put you on a program of junk food and . You will get uglier and uglier and you will PAY FOR IT. There's no hope for you now LOSER