Trainer Vs. Dom

Recently while working out I realizedsomething that I found kind of hilarious. My relationship with mypersonal trainer reminds me of a relationship one might have with a Dom.

Though I’m not losing my ass as fast as I’d like to be, I stillnotice the influence every day that life with a trainer brings. Toomuch bread today? Grab some veggies. Going out drinking? Vodka water,please. I’ve stopped doing a lot of things because I know I’ll have toreport back to him and I’d rather not have him be disappointed.

Sometimes it’s like having a constant guilt-trip on my shoulder. Notthat I think it’s unnecessary. I agree completely with the point of it,I wouldn’t be shelling out all the cash if I didn’t. We’re workingtogether towards a goal and both have vested interests in the successof said goal.

So onto the comparison. Just like when I was involved in a D/srelationship with a friend in 2007/08, I am filled with the urge to notdisappoint my trainer. When he recently was reading my nutrition log, Ihated having him read “Booze, Cake, Booze” even though it was from anEaster celebration and I was totally justified. Just like with a Dom, Ican’t lie to him, though I often wish I could. I’d rather tell someonethe truth and deal with the consequences - whether it’s 10 extra pushups or 10 hard spanks on the ass.

His encouragement when I’m struggling pushes me through it. Likebeing told I’m a good girl for pleasing someone the way they wanted, itmakes me feel the same inside when he tells me I’ve worked really hard,though thankfully, it doesn’t turn me on. That would be awkward!

There’s no way that a relationship with a trainer could ever fillthe desire I have to be submissive with the right person, but it’sdefinitely good filler in between a good spanking.