My lips are covered in a deep red lipstick, perfectly juxtaposed to my bright blue eyes. I’ve worn tight dark jeans for you, black stilettos, and a ...lack corset lined with silver flowers. My breasts swell over the top of the corset, barely containing them. My nipples are barely covered, peaking out ever so slightly if I take too deep of a breath. I look at you, slyly, over the top of my glasses as you approach me, and gently bite my lip in anticipation. “Are you ready?” You respond, grinning. We all took a moment to walk around and inspect her as she stood with her hands crossed behind her back and her chest thrust proudly forward. The 5-inch heel on her hoofed leather boots tightened up her legs and ass beautifully.The 3-inch leather bands of the harness around her hips, waist and just under her breasts showed off her curves, but pinched just slightly showing the extra weight she still had. Both the bands and the connecting strip that ran up between her breasts before splitting. However, now that I was taking control of my marriage with Chris, it just felt like the right time to take control of my weight and start getting healthy.Liz giggled with almost uncontrollable glee when I asked if her offer of helping me get into shape was still on the table. She was a world-class swimmer who had actually participated in two Olympic Trials before injuring her shoulder which prematurely ended her swimming career.“Of course I’d love to help you, I’ve been hoping you might change. ‘Sit down.’ She indicated a comfortable chair at a coffee table. Closing the door behind us she sat down in the other chair. ‘I’m Stephanie Browning, your new Psychologist.’ I was speechless, don’t ask me why, I know women are Psychologists, and by all accounts very good ones, but I never expected one this young and good looking, not that I’m complaining mind you. ‘I’ve read you case notes from your previous two Psychologists, you don’t think much of us, do you?’ ‘You could say that, the last.