Treadmills and Riding Crops: My New Year’s Femdom Fitness Plan Begins

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Fitness with a Femdom Twist

Let’s get this out of the way: I’m out of shape. Overweight. No secret there. I’ve been carrying this extra weight around for years, and while I’ve made some progress—losing a good chunk last year—I hit a plateau. I could really stand to lose another 40 pounds. My wife, Annie, has made it clear that this year, I’m not doing it alone. She’s decided to take charge of my fitness journey, in true Annie fashion.

I call it “Annie’s Femdom Fitness Plan.” She calls it “Zeek’s Obedience Training.” Either way, I’ve got a long road ahead, and she’s holding the leash.

The Treadmill Trial

Yesterday, Annie introduced me to the first component of my new routine: the treadmill. It’s been gathering dust in the living room for years, but now it’s the centerpiece of her plan. After dusting it off—her orders, of course—I had my first treadmill session under her supervision. And when I say supervision, I mean she sat in her favorite armchair, riding crop in hand, overseeing every step.

The goal was simple: walk for 30 minutes without slacking. Sounds easy, right? Not with Annie wielding the crop. Every time I slowed down, she’d tap the crop against the armrest or snap it lightly against my backside, just enough to remind me who’s in charge.

At one point, I nearly lost my balance. Annie laughed so hard she nearly fell out of her chair but then gave me a stern look. “Next time you stumble, Zeek, you’ll wish you hadn’t,” she teased. I wasn’t about to find out what she meant, so I kept my footing and powered through, sweating buckets and muttering under my breath.

The Full Plan

So far, I know the treadmill is just the beginning. Annie has hinted at outdoor walks with the dogs—she likes to call them “pack training,” with me firmly in the beta role—and some gym sessions where she’ll track my progress remotely. There’s also talk of incorporating bodyweight exercises and yoga (because apparently, “flexible subs are better subs”).

Annie has set clear expectations: weekly weigh-ins, daily activity goals, and a strict meal plan that I’m required to log. She’s already said she’ll reward success with “favors” that I’m highly motivated to earn and punish failure with “reminders” I’d rather avoid. If you know Annie, you know she’s incredibly creative when it comes to discipline.

Rewards and Punishments

Speaking of rewards and punishments, the treadmill trial gave me a taste of what’s to come. For every minute I stayed at the right pace, Annie praised me, which I live for. But the second I faltered, her tone shifted. That crop wasn’t just for show.

“Think of this as motivation,” she said with a smirk. “A little sting now will save you from a lot of regret later.”

On the flip side, if I hit my goals, she’s promised rewards that make all the sweat and sore muscles worth it. Let’s just say I’m highly incentivized to stay on track.

Why I’m Doing This

I’ll admit, I was nervous when Annie unveiled this plan. We’re both big people, and neither of us has ever had a problem with that. We’ve always believed you can be sexy, confident, and powerful at any size—because, let’s face it, we are. But for me, this isn’t about fitting into some societal ideal; it’s about reaching a personal health goal.

Carrying this extra weight has started to slow me down in ways that aren’t just inconvenient—they’re limiting. I want to feel better in my own body, have more energy, and be more active for the long term. I don’t want to huff and puff after walking the dogs or climbing a flight of stairs. Annie’s plan isn’t about changing who I am—it’s about making sure I can keep being the best version of myself for years to come.

Her approach may be unconventional (and let’s face it, embarrassing at times), but I trust her completely. She knows how to push me in all the right ways—physically, mentally, and, yes, kinkily. Together, we’re not just tackling a fitness plan; we’re embracing a new chapter that fits us both, big bodies and all.

Updates Coming Soon

This is just the beginning. I’ll be posting regular updates on my progress—what’s working, what’s not, and how Annie’s unique brand of encouragement is keeping me on track. If the treadmill trial is anything to go by, it’s going to be a wild, sweaty, and slightly humiliating ride.

Here’s to a healthier, more obedient 2025. Wish me luck—and maybe a cushion for the treadmill just in case I stumble again.