the same measurements taken on Norris’ first day here. “You’re doing very well. You’re developing more muscle mass.”
Norris grinned. “I’ve been developing muscles I never even knew I had.”
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Angela frowned. “You don’t want to overdo it. Does Adrian know you’re doing that?”
“He’s right there, watching me.” And pushing her, forcing her to feel more, experience more, give more.
“Sounds like you are getting along with him?”
“Could be better,” Norris said. It would be much better if she could get Adrian naked and doing her more intimate exercises with her.
“Well, keep up the good work.”
Pleased with herself, Norris couldn’t stand still while she waited for Adrian. She paced and broke into an impromptu tap dance.
Adrian’s laugh stopped her. She whirled around. When he laughed, his smile spread over his face and up into his eyes. They were a warm chocolate, and with his laugh, they made her think of hot fudge. But she wasn’t hungry for candy or sweets.
“Don’t stop on my account,” he said, still smiling. “You’re pleased with the results?”
“Nine pounds!”
He took the file from Angela and studied the notations. He nodded at her and she left the room. He turned to Norris. “Very good. You’ve earned a reward. What would you like?”
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Chapter Seven
You ! The thought popped into her head. Ordinarily, her first reaction would be to think of something yummy, gooey and delicious to eat. Something to fill her mouth.
She still wanted to fill her mouth, wanted something delicious, but all she craved now was Adrian. His taste, his flesh. His cock.
“An hour of television?” he suggested.
A few days ago she’d have jumped at the idea of meeting other clients, of tuning in to a news channel, finding out what was going on in the world. She shook her head, no.
“A chocolate truffle for dessert?”
She hesitated. “No.”
He smiled, rewarding her. “I’ll think of something.”
Her mouth went dry.
He gestured at the door and took her back to her suite. As soon as he’d locked and closed the door behind them, she whipped the tunic off and sank into her submissive position.
“Very good, Norris.”
Praise from Adrian was rare and doubly valued. She let it sink in, spreading warm feelings throughout her body. With Adrian’s approval, who needed chocolate?
He sank down into an easy chair, propped one knee over the other and studied her file. He made an entry or two, then studied her. “You’ve made a good start on the basics. You’ve surprised me. I didn’t think you’d last this long, but here you are. Ready to go to the next step?”
Her eyes widened. What more was there to do? She exercised, ate right. She was losing weight. Cautiously, she nodded.
“You don’t seem very sure of yourself.” He paused, as if waiting for her reassurance. “No matter. Go into the training room.”
She got to her feet, more easily now, she noted and walked away from him. Pleased with her changing body, she walked shoulders back, spine straight, enjoying the sway of her breasts.
He followed. “On the table, on your back.”
Obediently, she climbed up and stretched out. Her hands rested on her hips, then crossed over her belly. She noted with pleasure that it was just a bit flatter. She could find her hipbones. Smiling, she waited while Adrian went to the armoire and returned with the bag of toys. Teaching instruments, as he called them. Hah.
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Wide-eyed, she waited. A bit uneasy, a bit excited. What this time? He didn’t make her wait long, as he opened the smallest box and took out the Ben Wa balls. He held them up so she could see them. “Have you used these before?”
“No.” She’d heard people talk about the balls, how they made women hot in a matter of minutes, but didn’t believe them.
“They’ll help you learn to control your vaginal muscle. The PC muscle. The more you control that muscle,
Norris grinned. “I’ve been developing muscles I never even knew I had.”
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Angela frowned. “You don’t want to overdo it. Does Adrian know you’re doing that?”
“He’s right there, watching me.” And pushing her, forcing her to feel more, experience more, give more.
“Sounds like you are getting along with him?”
“Could be better,” Norris said. It would be much better if she could get Adrian naked and doing her more intimate exercises with her.
“Well, keep up the good work.”
Pleased with herself, Norris couldn’t stand still while she waited for Adrian. She paced and broke into an impromptu tap dance.
Adrian’s laugh stopped her. She whirled around. When he laughed, his smile spread over his face and up into his eyes. They were a warm chocolate, and with his laugh, they made her think of hot fudge. But she wasn’t hungry for candy or sweets.
“Don’t stop on my account,” he said, still smiling. “You’re pleased with the results?”
“Nine pounds!”
He took the file from Angela and studied the notations. He nodded at her and she left the room. He turned to Norris. “Very good. You’ve earned a reward. What would you like?”
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Sweet Discipline
Chapter Seven
You ! The thought popped into her head. Ordinarily, her first reaction would be to think of something yummy, gooey and delicious to eat. Something to fill her mouth.
She still wanted to fill her mouth, wanted something delicious, but all she craved now was Adrian. His taste, his flesh. His cock.
“An hour of television?” he suggested.
A few days ago she’d have jumped at the idea of meeting other clients, of tuning in to a news channel, finding out what was going on in the world. She shook her head, no.
“A chocolate truffle for dessert?”
She hesitated. “No.”
He smiled, rewarding her. “I’ll think of something.”
Her mouth went dry.
He gestured at the door and took her back to her suite. As soon as he’d locked and closed the door behind them, she whipped the tunic off and sank into her submissive position.
“Very good, Norris.”
Praise from Adrian was rare and doubly valued. She let it sink in, spreading warm feelings throughout her body. With Adrian’s approval, who needed chocolate?
He sank down into an easy chair, propped one knee over the other and studied her file. He made an entry or two, then studied her. “You’ve made a good start on the basics. You’ve surprised me. I didn’t think you’d last this long, but here you are. Ready to go to the next step?”
Her eyes widened. What more was there to do? She exercised, ate right. She was losing weight. Cautiously, she nodded.
“You don’t seem very sure of yourself.” He paused, as if waiting for her reassurance. “No matter. Go into the training room.”
She got to her feet, more easily now, she noted and walked away from him. Pleased with her changing body, she walked shoulders back, spine straight, enjoying the sway of her breasts.
He followed. “On the table, on your back.”
Obediently, she climbed up and stretched out. Her hands rested on her hips, then crossed over her belly. She noted with pleasure that it was just a bit flatter. She could find her hipbones. Smiling, she waited while Adrian went to the armoire and returned with the bag of toys. Teaching instruments, as he called them. Hah.
63
Bonnie Hamre
Wide-eyed, she waited. A bit uneasy, a bit excited. What this time? He didn’t make her wait long, as he opened the smallest box and took out the Ben Wa balls. He held them up so she could see them. “Have you used these before?”
“No.” She’d heard people talk about the balls, how they made women hot in a matter of minutes, but didn’t believe them.
“They’ll help you learn to control your vaginal muscle. The PC muscle. The more you control that muscle,
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