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Progress Laura found satisfaction and release in her relationship with Hall. She was firmer, healthier, and the stress of Capitol Hill always vanished within minutes of her assuming her role. Hall had been reluctant to take on the challenge of their special relationship. In the months since she first disclosed her needs she had become grounded in her status. He was also developing into the controlling master that helped her cope with her success. She walked down the corridor toward the Hall's studio. "Hall demanded punctuality," she thought. "I'm five...no, seven minutes late." A smile formed on her lips as she inhaled deeply and turned the handle of the door. "Good evening, Hall." Her voice was tinged with excitement. "You're late Laura." He did not even look up from his desk. She could see his muscled brown arms folded across the surface of the blotter. His broad shoulders had their usual effect on her mind. She glanced down at his large open hands tapping at the desk top. Laura swallowed hard to drain the wetness from her mouth as she imagined his huge palm slapping hard against the rounded surface ofher butt. She enjoyed it so much more now. The months were proving the value of this very personal relationship she had with her trainer. She was so much stronger, yet more compact because of her three times weekly winter regimen. Hall's recipe for results was simple. He'd become her firm and gentle master. She knew at some point she would get the corporal discipline she craved. Still, Laura had noticed that Hall's own ideas about controlling her were evolving. She wanted his attention and approval. He would show his displeasure with her by withholding both. | |||||||||||||||||||||||
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Needs "Let's get started Laura." The honorable gentlelady from Georgia dropped her bag, and began to unbutton her tailored shirt dress. The periwinkle gabardine gave way to a pale blue spandex ensemble of shimmering satin. The elastic of her dove gray thigh highs hugged her firm honey-shaded hips. "Hobbs, you can only get the results you want if you work at it." Hall sounded a bit perturbed. "That means you can not waste my time by showing up late." He looked up at her for the first time. His expression was stern and unforgiving. "This is not one of your committee meetings, Congresswoman!" Eyes that had stared down tough and seasoned politicians gazed downward in deference. The powerful voice of a debating diva now was just a meek whisper. "Yes, Hall you are right, I promise I will not be late again." Laura caught a glimpse of her body in the mirrored wall. She peeled her hosiery down her legs and traded them for baby blue slouch socks she pulled from her bag. Laura wondered how long Hall would force her to remain dressed. They had developed certain rituals. She would do free weights, or machines, sometimes he would lead her through an intensive set of floor exercises. She would wait patiently for him to offer her permission to free her body from her sweat stained togs. She had grown used to finishing her workouts in the nude. She also appreciated the ready access that it offered to the master she calledHall. Laura looked at the beginnings of definition forming over her forty-year-old tummy. Her upper torso was taut from hours spent at Hall's instruction. "Laura we will do abwork first." A towel covered the bench of the slant board. The white cotton terricloth contrasted sharply against her exposed skin. She moved into position on the board. Laura's head was tilted downward to the floor. She heard Hall's issuing the first order she was eager to obey. "You will do 100 tonight Laura." She gasped at the number. Hall growled a few words of incentive as he stood up and walked toward her. "If you get then done, you will claim a prize." Just months ago attempting even half that number would have been an impossible goal. Now she could do each maneuver with control and feel the tightness grip her belly with each rising twist. She would watch Hall's body as he moved around in baggy workout pants. The black print on the purple fabric accented his powerful lower body. "What is your count Laura," She was breathing slightly heavily, "twenty," she replied as she lowered her body back toward the floor. Each rise of her head gave her a chance to focus on the outline of Hall's crotch. She felt her mind begin to wander to the milestones of the past three months. She thought about the smiling faces of constituents. She recalled the legislative victories she'd help negotiate with her conservative colleagues. She also remembered Hall's past rewards for goals met. | |||||||||||||||||||||||
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Wants | "What is your count now, Laura?" She sucked in a breath of air as she rose up once again replying "forty-three," with a huff as she reclined and twisted her torso once again. She smiled as she remembered how he'd invited her to take him in her mouth when she completed her first five kilometer run. She continued her efforts to reach the established century mark he had announced would be her measure of success. Up and down she went She felt Hall's eyes upon her body. "Watch your form Laura, the count," She replied with shortened breaths sixty-seven, as her rhythm continued in an even flow. "You are looking very good, Laura, you are getting better." He was standing just beyond the edge of the slant board. She could feel his legs brushing at her knees. "Your count now Laura?" She was breathing heavily straining as she reached the limits of her endurance, "Ninety," she replied as she counted off the final set of ten. Ninety-seven, ninety-eight, ninety- nine..." She moved silently, exhaling a final word, "One hundred." Laura lay back on the bench again, She felt the perspiration along her hairline, but her breathing returned quickly to normal. Hall reached to her waist and peeled off her leggings. She felt her center contract as she anticipated being turned over no. The honorable gentlelady from Georgia craved to feel his powerful hand slapping hard across her exposed flesh. She wanted that release as she slowly rolled her body over gripping the edges of bench. She felt Hall's hand gently on her shoulder. He pulled her upward, and lifted her face toward his own. He kissed her hard against her lips. "This is new, she thought. Hall released her as he looked at her and smiled. "I am proud of your progress,Laura." He stepped back and moved over the slantboard himself. "Stand in front of me now, and I will demonstrate a move for you that you will find quite rewarding." Hall positioned himself to begin the same ab routine he had ordered her to execute just moments before. He pulled her body closely up against his legs. She stood motionless. Her nudity below her waist revealed a bush of thick dark hair. It was moist with the sweat of her workout. His hands grasped her waist as he kissed her belly for the first time, playfully. "Count for me, now Laura." She watched their reflections in the long, mirrored wall. The opposing mirrors multiplied the visual effects a thousand-fold. She saw a submissive over her proned master as his muscular torso began to rise toward her. His first move upward brought his warm lips in contact with her tummy. She heard the sound of a wet kiss planted there as he retreated downward and she counted one. Again he rose up, softly sweeping his tongue along the edges of the hair beneath her navel. "Three," she said this time as his nose brushed back and forth across her thatch as he rose upward, with "four" she felt his chin drag downward toward her moistened slit. She watched the images and felt the attention that had been beyond her submissive expectations. He had ordered her to count and she complied. Each number punctuated fresh contact with flesh she had longed for him to touch. "Forty-nine," she moaned, as her thighs grew sticky from his attention mingled with her own flowing wetness. Laura's mind was spinning with arousal, for a second she hated the submissive's curse. She could do no more than what her master had instructed her to do. "Can I, Hall?" The timid sound of her voice was colored with the edge of restrained passion. "What is the count, Laura?" She replied nervously "sixty-sih... no, seventy-two Hall!" The high-pitched hesitance in her voice signaled her building arousal. Hall continued his teasing moves. Each time he rose his head to her body he would strike. He licked, he kissed, there were butterfly flutters across her essence, and more. Laura moaned or stifled her complete release when she felt his teeth nip at the edges of her tender well. The breathless counting continued as she reached ninety. The release that overcame her produced a cathartic calm, each count now was strong and clear, each number accented with the flare of oratory of Congresswoman Hobbs. "Ninety-seven, ninety-eight,NINETY-NINE" The numbers flowed and she felt Hall rising upward for the one hundredth time. She was aroused and did not care. The need for closure overtook her as she reached around to grab his head, Laura held him there against her mound. Her hands firmly moved his face against her body as she felt herself let go. Her body shuddered even as she ground her hips against his mouth and he did not withdraw. She knew that what she sought through her actions was her master's full indulgence. She used his face for pleasure and total release. "OH HALL, baby yesssss!" She cried out. For the moment he was hers. Still, she knew that a submissive who crossed the line would have a price to pay. �
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