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Freely Given I can't be your daddy baby it's not what you need but something deep inside of you has this desire to pull it out of me and use it like some drug you can't resist That dark aggressive part of me I hide in expensive suits and low-keyed words to reinforce my civility do you know why you must go there with me Does obeying me so freely take the guilt away that you might have for giving in so totally because it makes you feel so damn good to be so completely possessed I order you to walk around exposed as if you were my pet content to place your head upon my thigh so I might stroke your hair and feel your kisses there Would your sisters ever understand that it does not betray your strength but balances your cold efficiency and helps to keep you sane when you submit It's like the V-S lingerie you wear beneath D-K-N-Y that makes you feel soft and feminine when you're at war at home it means you want to be my concupiscent slave Perhaps that one word bites the worst with its historic sting of pain baby but what you give to me is willingly exchanged for your need from me that I too have suppressed Is there any better way for me to feel royal in my heart than if you offer up yourself as mine and give your soul as servant to fulfill my needs and in that selfless loving act meet your own | ||||||||||||||||
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The Worst Hunger "You are here with me because you want to like you more." The words bit into Laura's soul. They seemed so cathartic, spoken in a voice that sounded like god. Laura had always hungered for approval: her parents; the nuns; sorority sisters; her husband; her children. She thought she had shed that need as she matured. He insisted that she call him Hall, and she complied. The money that she spent for his services was one last effort to recapture who she was inside. She had no more material needs. This gift could possibly give her the confidence to take her life in a new direction. "Nice suit, Givenchy, is it not?" Laura was impressed that a rugged personal trainer could have such an eye for fashion. "You would look truly lovely if it fit better." "Hall, I'm sticking to the meal plan, I'm swimming, I run, just as you told me too." He looked at her and smiled, "You do still want this, don't you Laura?" Laura glanced downward, as a sheepish reply escaped her lips, "Yes, Hall, I want my body back!" "Come then, Laura, let's assess!" Hall worked around her body, measuring with his tape, checking with calipers. "Very good," was his reply. He moved close to her body kissing her hard against her lips. "You have lost 18 inches, and seven pounds since we started, you are doing well." "Now, go and change your clothes for your workout." Laura was getting what she paid for. | ||||||||||||||||
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Desire Laura wanted something more from Hall. She found herself focusing on her fantasies. The sound of his voice pushed her through intensive workouts. Images of his body occupied her thoughts during Congressional sessions. She wanted him to take control. Her desire for approval festered like a pernicious sore deep inside her soul. She'd always done better when she was pushed. Her husband had used the technique to get her elected to Congress. She remembered his words, "You can't let him beat you like that." He repeated that each time she encountered the incumbent at a debate or rally. He'd stayed on in the home district. They had an understanding. He raised their three children. She came home when conditions and time permitted. Washington was a place of power, and nothing more. She drove to her afternoon workout. Feelings of guilt filled her mind as she thought about what she'd done. The House dining room offered too many temptations. Her mind drifted back to St. Peter's High School. The rector's dour face confronted her as she lay across his lap. Her red and gray plaid skirt was lifted back. Her cheeks flushed she recalled the burning sting of a large warm hand striking against the white cotton of her briefs. She wanted it, and savored the thought of Hall's strong dark hand slapping hard against her naked bottom. She was aroused by her submission to the destiny she craved. An impatient driver honked his horn shocking her back to reality. | ||||||||||||||||
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