Scott always thought if I really went into personal training (which is what I want to do REALLY bad, just don't have the time to quit my REAL job right now to do it) he would say I would be a bad ass mean instructor.

Scott has always hated working out with me, and I've never been able to find a workout partner with the same umm..craze for the pain than I do. ;)

Which brings me to this:

Even the most dedicated fitness fanatic occasionally needs extra motivation to make it to the gym, but a novel craze for slovenly New Yorkers takes encouragement to the extreme. Slavercise will raise your heart rate but there isn't a treadmill in sight. Be very afraid - and prepare to be whipped, slapped and intimidated into shape.

Slaves pay $20 for an hour-long weekly group session of verbal and physical humiliation, beatings and being bullied into shape. Latex, leather and rubber catsuits are optional - the only thing you need to bring to Slavercise is a pair of trainers and a bottle of water. The tone for the class is set when Mistress Victoria tells her students: 'You all look so pathetic.'

Interested to read more? Check it out here.

Now thats a job that I WOULD do.