Female led relationships discussion

Greetings everyone. Our relationship has been a chastity journey for over a decade. The outcome is that I remain denied and locked around the clock, every day of the year (this current stretch is nearly five years). We have both savored this lifestyle and it has deepened our love by bringing us closer together. D recently started talking about elevating my fitness and weight in the last few weeks. Her proposal was that I drop the final 15 kg to reach an ideal weight for my body shape (I had already shed 40 kg since we began). As a competitive paddler, weight is critical in these boats. The lighter and stronger you are, the faster you can drive them. Recently D set up bi-weekly fun sessions where I never take off the Loris at her request, plus adding a whipping session before she enjoys as many orgasms as she needs. She always seems very thrilled after the whipping is done. The new plan was for me to lose 1 kg every single week. If by the morning of our session I hadn’t lost the required total of 2 kg, then for every 0.1 kg over that target, I would get a punishment stroke using whatever tool she chose. With the flogger it is manageable, but with the riding crop or her long tail, I might be in serious trouble, which gives me shivers. In week one I lost the needed 1 kg, but the next week was full of fun dinners and lunches out with friends. On Monday morning this week, just three days before the official weigh-in, I felt mortified; not only had I regained the 1 kg I’d lost, but added another 2.4 kg. Yes, that is 3.4 kg over my target. Well, never have I been so motivated to get moving. I ramped up serious workouts and reviewed my diet. This morning the weigh-in happened and thank goodness I was only 0.1 kg over the mark. A total loss of 3.3 kg in just three days. D noted the result and said, “Well that’s a disappointment for me now, isn’t it?” “You know I’ve never given you a full-blown stroke yet and am really looking forward to the experience.” Oh dear, what have I done? The chastity motto rings true: “Be careful what you wish for.” So later today at 12:00, all wrist and ankle cuffs will be fitted, ropes tied to the bed, her whips, flogger, riding crop, posture collar, bit gag with tongue depressor, and blindfold laid out ready for her to secure me to the bed for what I wished for. Thank goodness it’s only one full-blown stroke!!!