My Diet
I knew that she disapproved by the way she looked at me when I ate that ravioli out of the can. She didn’t stop me at the time, but when she left the room I was sure she was thinking of something she wanted to say to me.
The next day Cat told me “From now on you will only eat slave food.” I want you to be healthy, but there is no reason why you need to enjoy what you eat. From now on your diet will consist of only single ingredient foods, and you will not eat condiments at all.”
“You can eat beans and rice. You can also eat fruits and raw vegetables. You can cook beef and fish, but you will not put flavoring on these of any kind.” She told me that I was never to eat bread, pasta, or pastries again. Finally, she went on to tell me that from now on the only drink I am to consume is water.
Cat told me that I was never to cheat on this diet, and with the cameras now installed she would be monitoring me at all times. Of course I understood the kinds of pain that could result from my disobeying any of Cat’s instructions.
None of this was in the plan. There was no web site that I visited that described where a Mistress would control a slave’s diet in addition to everything else. At this point Cat was creating her own ideas of what Total Control was and I felt scared. At this point I had given up so much control that I was truly vulnerable to whatever she told me to do. For the first time I thought about if there was any way for me to escape if I wanted to. When I left the house all I was allowed to carry was a food card, a key, and the GPS tracker, so that Cat knew where I was at all times. If I called the police to the house and tried to tell my story she would just show them the contract I had signed to be treated this way. I wasn’t in prison, but if I wanted to leave I would lose everything. I thought about how limited my choices were now. Is there a point when I actually became Cat’s slave? What was I trapped by? My libido? Was it deeper than that?
Cat went on to tell me that if we ever went to a restaurant I was to order nothing but water, and then I could eat when I got home. After she said this she smiled and said “The best case would be for you not to sit at the table at all. Ideally you should sit at my feet like a dog, naked, wearing only a collar. Everyone else in the restaurant would be well dressed, but you would be completely exposed, body fully shaved, and everyone could see the chains welded on you, and the lock on your penis.” I shuddered at the thought of being naked in a fine restaurant, but then I could feel my cock try to swell in its little cage. There was part of me that felt invaded that Cat had entered my most personal fantasies so completely, at the same time I was happy that my wonderful Mistress knew what I needed.
Update:
Cat had me sort all of the food in the house into two groups, mine and hers. Cat’s food was to be neatly arranged in the pantry and in the refrigerator, and my food was given one shelf in each. She said that now I needed to weigh everything that I ate and keep a record for her to review. Now that she would know exactly what I was eating every day she said that she could now control my weight as she pleased. I was to weigh myself every day and keep that as a separate column on my food chart. Cat said that there was no reason why any slave of hers should not maintain the perfect weight, and that if I did gain weight that it would reflect badly on her for not giving me enough guidance in that part of my life.