A cute little trophy wife, sent out to keep her taut body nice and toned. Being ordered around by a powerful, well-muscled man was the last thing she wanted. But now, it's the only thing she lives for...
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Personally Trained
Week Twenty
But then, for Lily, the past four months had already been like a dream. A dream that had changed everything she knew about her reality.
Standing in front of Lily was John. Her trainer. Her owner. Her Master. His muscular frame stood naked before her, his thick, powerful cock stiff, throbbing in the cool air. Waiting to reawaken her.
She stared at his cock, her mind empty. Her eyes glued to it as he stepped towards her.
In the room's dimness, his pale skin glowed like moonlight. His voice was low. Smooth. Like black velvet. "You think you're ready, Lily? Do you think you can take the final step?"
Lily's lip quivered. Her conditioning made it difficult to think. Every synapse focused solely on her body. On her taut muscles. Her tingling skin. Her aching sex.
Her lithe, petite body shuddered, and when she spoke, her voice seemed to arise on its own from the empty void of her mind.
"I am, Master. My body is yours to command. Please. I want it. I want the mark."
John stared down, his clear, blue eyes boring into her. He inclined his head slightly. "What do you think, Jade?"
Behind Lily, a familiar voice she hadn't been aware of spoke. "She's been dedicated and enthusiastic. It's a little soon, but I don't think she could be any more eager to serve you."
For a long moment he said nothing, his cool, handsome face unreadable. Finally, a smile curled at the edges of his lips and he said, "All right, then."
A flood of emotion filled Lily with those three words. Excitement. Anticipation. Fear. Dread. Below the feelings, the thoughts came muted. Muffled as if wrapped in thick bands of cotton.
How did I get here? I don't remember...
A woman moved to stand before Lily, naked as he was. Naked as she was, she only just realized. On the woman's stomach, just above her hip, was a number tattooed in black ink. The number '7'. Below it was a series of vertical lines of varying thickness.
A barcode.
The woman smiled, pushing back a strand of glossy brown hair. Her plump, round breasts jiggled beneath her, dark red nipples stood hard and erect. Her olive complexion was soft and smooth. But it wasn't her appearance which held Lily's attention; it was the silver tray she held, on which was a small, coiled tattoo machine, along with a vial of dark ink.
I should run. I need to run.
No. I want this. No turning back.
Lily shook as the woman kneeled down across from her, setting the tray on the mat. With a beatific smile, Jade ran a gentle hand up her right thigh, settling on a spot near the junction of her legs.
"I think right here it will be cute as a button," she said, her hazel eyes settling on Lily.
He already owns me. I'm already his.
He's the only one who can make me...
She felt her Master's powerful fingers run through her short blonde hair, falling to clasp the back of her head. "I can see the thoughts running through your little head, Lily."
"Can't... stop it..." she said in a tiny voice. She felt tears forming in the corners of her eyes.
"Don't worry," he said in a gentle voice. "Everything is a process. Refining. Honing. Improving. We'll get you to that perfect place, and once we do, nothing will matter anymore."
Lily's eyes locked again on his beautiful cock. The swollen, veiny shaft. The bulbous, purple tip. The way it bobbed in time to his heartbeat. Her entire body shook. "Master..."
Her thoughts roiled, trying to find purchase in her mind. But as his powerful manhood slid past her lips and she felt him force her head forward onto it, she found nothing but sweet, blissful emptiness.
Nothing but his cock filling her mouth. Filling her mind.
"That's my girl," he said as she began sucked on him with increasing enthusiasm, his words a warm, soothing breeze against her ear.
She was vaguely aware of the distant buzzing, of the needle brush sensation pricking along the skin of her thigh. It didn't matter. Nothing mattered.
Nothing except for service, obedience, and the delicious pleasure it brought her.
***
Week One
A frown crossed Lily's face as she sat in her car, staring at the front entrance of the large facility. She pulled out her phone, holding the large device in her slender hands as she called up her husband.
The voice that answered was low and husky. "Why, hello my flower. How are you doing?"
Lily gripped her phone tightly. "I don't want to do it, Allan."
"Don't want to do what, darling?"
"Go to this smelly gym and have some meathead order me around. It's degrading."
Allan's voice was patient. "Now, now, dear. It won't be some meathead. They're experts, and it's one of the highest rated establishments in the city. I spent considerable money getting you on their schedule."
Lily let out an exasperated sigh. "Money you could have spent on anything else. Allan, I don't need a trainer. I don't need to go to the gym." She put on her most pouting tone. "Don't you think I'm attractive enough already?"
"Sweetie, I think you're divine. You know this. It has nothing to do with your present physical appearance. It has to do with keeping it. You're twenty-one now, and it's important to establish healthy habits to maintain that lovely body of yours."
His low voice took on a sultry tone. "Why, do you think your stud-muffin kept his manly physique into his fifties by sitting behind a desk all day long, did he? Nope, no sirree! I had to work hard to look like this every single day!"
Lily felt her lips tighten in a suppressed laugh as she imagined Allan, her "stud-muffin" with his mild paunch and chicken legs. She loved the man, but there were some things he was downright delusional about.
Her eyes drifted to a trio of beefy men strutting through the wide doors. She dreaded to think how they smelled after... whatever it was they planned to do. "Can't I... I don't know, get an exercise bike in the for the rec room or something? I really don't want to do this."
"You need to get out, dear. It's not healthy for my little bird to stay cooped up in her cage all the time, you know." Allan gave a low, rumbling laugh. "Get out there. Enjoy yourself. Who knows, maybe you'll even make some friends."
Lily let out a defeated huff. "OK, honey. Whatever you say." Then added in a small mumble. "You better appreciate all the things I do for you."
Allan chuckled again. "Of course I do, dear. I have to go now. My board meeting is about to start. I expect you to get nice and fit, now!"
"I will," Lily said, then stuck her tongue out at the phone.
She walked inside, her designer gym bag dangling from her shoulder like a purse. The lobby area looked clean and inviting, decorated in pastel colors and filled with potted plants. A young girl wearing a white polo shirt stood at a receptionist's counter at the far end of the lobby. Her brown ponytail dipped and bobbed as she typed something out on the keyboard in front of her.
Lily strode over to the woman, clutching her cellphone tightly against her chest. "Hi, there! Umm..." She paused, glancing around. "...could you tell me where the private changing rooms are?"
The girl looked up, pushed her glasses up her olive-toned nose, and gave an apologetic smile. "Sorry, Ma'am, but we don't have private changing areas. Our locker rooms are quite nice, however."
Lily blushed. She hadn't considered the thought of having to undress in front of others. She took a breath, squared her shoulders, and said, "My husband has purchased personalized training from this place. I think I should special room or something."
The girl said nothing for a moment. Just as she opened her mouth to speak, another voice came from behind Lily. "Hey there, ma'am. Is there some kind of problem?"
Lily turned, her eyes widening when she saw the man standing before her. He was tall, with broad shoulders and dark hair cut close to his head. His chiseled jawline and aquiline nose put her in mind of a model, his toned, while his lean, well-muscled form made her think he was a professional athlete.
Her mouth opened slightly as the man gave her a smooth, lopsided smile. "Did I hear you were here for our personal training program?"
Lily swallowed, feeling suddenly nervous and flushed under the scrutiny of this powerful-looking man. She nodded, jutting out her chin and trying to act more confident than she felt. "I'll be honest, Mr. Chambers. The truth is, I'm only doing this for the sake of my husband. I don't want to be here."
The man nodded, his smile unfazed by her words. "I can understand that. I imagine with a physique like yours, you feel you may not need any help to maintain it." He paused, his deep blue eyes studying her. "But I think if you gave us a chance, you might find things about yourself you never knew."
Lily's cheeks burned red. She frowned and jut out her chin. "I think I know myself just fine, thank you." She half turned from him. "And you can stop looking at me like that, otherwise I'm leaving right now."
John responded with a light chuckle. "Of course. I imagine your husband wouldn't want that. I meant no offense."
She looked back to see the brown-haired girl come around the counter and whisper to the man. A group of young men walked by carrying a basketball, followed by a group of girls her age in swimsuits. Lily ran her hand along her arm, feeling the goosebumps from the lobby air conditioning.
As she watched the two talk, Lily saw the girl had a tattoo poking up from the waistband or her crisp, white shorts. It looked like the top half of the number '7'.
Finally, they turned back to Lily, and it was the man who spoke. "Jade here says your husband is Mr. Dempsey. Is that correct?"
Lily averted her eyes, mentally preparing herself for the inevitable looks from those who knew who her husband was. Knew how much older he was than her. "Yes. You, uh, know him?"
"The investment banker?" the muscular man's smiled widened. "I would say so. I wouldn't have this place if not for his firm."
Lily blinked. "Oh. I, uh, didn't know that."
She wondered if Allan even knew that. He had several companies that dealt with many different properties.
"Look, I would have to know the wife of the man who made this place possible was unhappy with her experience here. How about this? I know going to the gym is intimidating if you've never been before." He gestured up the stairs to the second floor. "Why don't you use my office to change? Afterwards, we can start this over and do it correctly. I'll handle your training myself. If there's ever a point you're unhappy and want to stop, you can tell your husband he doesn't have to pay a thing."
Lily crossed her arms, her pouty lips pursing as she considered his offer. She was already uncomfortable, and the way this man was looking at her made her feel strange. Like he was looking right inside her.
Still. She didn't want to disappoint Allan. He was a kind husband, and in the nine months since they'd gotten married, he'd only ever treated her like a princess.
She slowly looked back to the man. "I can stop whenever I want?"
"Whenever you want," he repeated. "What do you say, Lily?"
She sighed, shaking her head. "Fine. I'll try." She paused, giving him a small glare. "But you'll call me Ms. Dempsey. Only my friends call me Lily. Understand?"
The man smiled, nodding amiably. "Whatever you say, Ma'am. Call me John, or Mr. Chambers. Your choice."
***
John's office was small, but clean, with a well-organized desk, bookshelf, and a full-length mirror on one wall. Lily resisted her urge to nose around, instead setting her bag down and changing into her Lululemon brand shorts and sports top.
Lily studied her reflection in the mirror, admiring how slim she looked in her new outfit. Her creamy skin shined, looking healthy as ever. The tight spandex hugged her legs, showing off her thighs and calves. She half turned, gazing down at her cute, firm ass. She reached down, squeezing it lightly.
She snorted. "Like I need to workout."
As long as she could remember, Lily had liked her body. Liked how she looked. Her form was petite, with a flat stomach and nice, perky breasts. She ran her hand through her short, blond hair, the tousled strands falling to frame her face. She was a pixie dream girl come to life.
As Lily put her clothes into her bag, she absently sniffed the air in the room. It smelled faintly like its John did, a cedar cinnamon scent that wasn't unpleasant. But there was something else in it. Something that tickled her nose ever so slightly. She shook off the thought and headed back out the door.
John was waiting for her as she stepped out of his office. "Looking good, Ms. Dempsey."
Lily rolled her eyes, walking up to the man who stood at least foot over her. "Let's get this over with."
The session did not go by easily. Despite her thin, petite frame, Lily was far from flexible, and did not take to the stretches well. After her second failed attempt at stretching her thighs, John leaned in. "Would you like some help, Ms. Dempsey?"
"Nope!" she said between pants. "Just leave me alone."
He nodded and let her struggle through the rest of the stretches.
"They get easier with time," he said as they walked towards the main workout area.
"Uh huh," Lily said, rubbing her side as she followed him.
He lead her past row after row of workout machines. Lily couldn't help but feel self-conscious around all the men and women around her, but worked hard to hide it. She was determined to not embarrass herself by being too timid.
This was made all the more difficult by how little weight she could lift.
"This is stupid," she said, panting as she sat at the lateral press.
"It would be less stupid if you would listen to me," John said in a light tone, leaning against the machine next to her. "Especially since we're only halfway through."
Lily groaned, but continued on. She struggled at the row machine, and when she felt the steady flat of John's hand rest against her back, she jumped up, letting the weights slam back down.
"I didn't say you could touch me," she said, glaring at him.
John cocked his head, his dark eyebrows arched. "You didn't say you wanted to throw your back out, either. You have to keep proper form, Ms. Dempsey. I can make it easier as you learn, or you can try extra-extra hard. I'm fine with either, but you have to pick one."
Lily scowled, looking resentfully at the machine that was defeating her. "Fine," she said and let him help her keep form. She tried not to think of John's hands against her back, instead focusing on the movements as he instructed her.
"There we go. You're doing better now," John said softly, his hand keeping her back properly positioned. He was close enough that she could smell that same cinnamon cedar smell on him. It tickled her nose even more.
"I can see that, thank you," she said as the weights settled back down. "It... felt a little nice, actually."
"It usually does, when you do it right," he said with a smile.
"Hmph," she mumbled as they went back to do the cooldown stretches.
As John set up the mat on the carpeted floor, he looked over at her. "So, how about these? Are we doing it the hard way this time, or can I actually help you get better?"
With a deep sigh, she nodded, but raised a finger towards him. "Fine. But you keep your hands where they're supposed to be. Understand?"
He held his thick palms up. "My fingers shall not roam, ma'am."
Lily sighed, but couldn't keep the smile from cracking her lips. She turned to the ground, getting onto the floor. As soon as she started to stretch, John moved in beside her, kneeling down. "Nice and slow, now."
She grunted, trying to focus. His voice, calm and soothing, filled her ears. "That's it. Nice and easy. Let your body work, don't force it. Just breathe."
Lily bit her lip, feeling him move behind her.
"So why are you so resistant to all of this?" he said, taking hold of her hips to help her lean into the stretch.
"I'm not," she said, stifling a pained groan.
"No?"
He let go of her hips, and she immediately flopped to the ground. She looked up at him, pouting. "Fine. I don't think I need this. I like how I look. I don't need to improve."
He stood over her, arms crossed with that lopsided grin of his. The mirrors encircling the room casting his reflection repeatedly. "You know there's more to all this than just looking better, right?"
Lily snorted, rolling her eyes. "Of course. There's 'being healthy and fit,' which is so imperative for people my age."
He shook his head. "Say it like that all you want, but it is important. You say you like your appearance. That's great, and only an idiot would say you look anything short of stunning." He kneeled down till their faces were level. "But wouldn't it be nice to feel as good as you look?"
They stared at each other, his deep blue eyes looking into hers. She looked away first. "Maybe."
"Ok. How about this?" John extended a hand, which she reluctantly took. As she stood, he turned her to face the mirrored wall, her looping reflection extending off into infinity. "If you like how you look, just on your own. I want you to take a minute and think how you'd feel if you really trimmed up your body."
Lily stared at her image in the mirror, John's large, powerful form behind her. "Your arms. Your legs. They could be more than just thin. They could be toned. Same with that flat tummy of yours."
She watched as John pointed out place after place in how she could improve, more than that, explained how easy it would be to improve with a body like hers. It was hard not to become entranced.
Lily closed her eyes, imagining what her body might look like. Her arms. Her stomach. Her breasts, her ass, everything better than it already was.
When she opened her eyes again, she saw her nipples hardened under his gaze. Her face flushed red. But if he noticed, he didn't comment on it.
"I hope you keep coming to the sessions, Ms. Dempsey," he said, gesturing towards the door. "There is so, so much I could help you with. He lightly tapped on her collarbone. "There's a you inside there just waiting to come out. A better, happier, even more confident you than you already are. I think that person deserves to be free. But that's just me."
She stared at him as he gathered his things and moved to wait for her. For a long time, she said nothing as she walked alongside him. Finally, she sighed and said. "Lily."
He glanced sidelong at her. "Hmm?"
"I... suppose you can call me Lily."
Week Three
"There, just hold yourself a little firmer, Lily. Just like that."
Lily moaned, but kept going. It had been three weeks, before which she had done next to no exercise beyond walking to stores in the mall. But now, here she was, lifting a barbell with ease.
"You're doing great," John said, patting her shoulder gently.
"I... know!" she said, straining, but getting the bar up and onto its rack. When she had, she rose, sweaty and tired, but excited.
"I did it!" she said, smiling widely.
"I'll say," John chuckled, wiping his forehead with his forearm.
Lily smiled, her cheeks blushing. She felt good. Stronger. More capable.
"You should take some time and catch your breath. We have more to do." He nudged her shoulder and winked. "You're on a roll. Need to keep it going."
She grinned, nodding eagerly before rising to follow him. John led her back to the main area, towards her next exercise. As they walked back, she caught his scent again. That lovely cedar smell she had grown to associate with her increased fitness and strength.
Whenever he would lean in close, showing her where to put her hands, or moving her body in just the right place, that smell would hit her, and her heart would race.
The smell of him.
"Here we go," John said, setting her down on the mat. "We're working your core, now."
Lily groaned and rolled her eyes as he helped her sit upright. "It's soo hard..."
"Yes, it is," he said, helping her to lie on her front. "You've gotten pretty strong. Pretty fast. So I want to push you a little harder. You ready?"
"No," she said, but she didn't resist when he pushed her chest down, making her work.
"Come on, you can do this," he said, his voice gentle but insistent.
Lily panted, feeling the burn. She groaned, struggling to lift herself.
"Just one more," he said, his hand gripping her thigh, squeezing it gently.
She could smell that lovely cedar scent flowing up her nose. Into her mind. It drove her onward, finishing her reps.
"There we go," he said, his hand leaving her leg. She heard him walk around her, but didn't bother to look.
"I'm gonna go grab us something to drink," he said as she lay there panting.
"I did it..." she said in a small voice.
Moments later, John returned. Lily looked up at him, his thin white shirt stretched across his muscular chest. He held a large purple tinted bottle with the lid popped off. She could see a pinkish liquid swirling around in it.
"Special energy drink I put together," he said, taking a long draught from it. "I call it 'Ambrosia.' Really helps keep pushing when things get tough. Want some?"
She leaned away. "With your germs on it? Not a chance."
John chuckled. "No more germy than that floor you're sitting on. Sure you don't want any?"
Lily pushed the damp blonde hair out of her eyes. She could see the pink fluid swishing inside the container. Could hear it sloshing around tantalizingly. She was really thirsty. "I don't know. Maybe."
He sat beside her, handing the bottle over.
Lily hesitated, but took a sip. Her eyes went wide when the chilled liquid hit her tongue. It was fizzy, like a soda. But that wasn't it. It tingled. First her tongue, then her mouth, then her throat as it went down.
She stared at the bottle. "What is this?"
"A little of this, a little of that. Do you like it?"
Lily blinked. Did she? She realized she hadn't even registered the taste. She thought she could feel it in her stomach, still tingling softly there.
Without thinking, she drank some more. "Aaah," she said, taking a pleasant breath after finally pulling the bottle back.
"Whoa, slow down," John said, snatching the bottle away. "Let's not overdo it."
Lily scowled as he held the drink away from her.
"Don't worry," he said, chuckling. "You can have some more. After you've finished more of your stretches."
Lily snorted, feeling a little silly as she looked up at John, his eyes twinkling. "Fine."
One by one, Lily went through her cool down, stretching and flexing until she was sure her muscles were nice and loose. After each stretch, John had her drink more of the special drink, letting her savor it.
It felt good in her mouth. Down her throat. In her belly. The more she drank, the better it tasted, and the better it tasted, the better it made her feel. She giggled as the pleasant tingles seemed to flow out from her stomach to the rest of her body.
She felt a wide, silly smile spread on her face as she went through the rest of her stretches. She felt strangely light and floaty, but not it a bad way. It was becoming harder to concentrate on her stretches as that happy sensation ran down her legs. Up her arms. Up into her chest. Down, hot between her thighs.
"Oop," John said as she almost fell over trying to stretch her thighs. "Let's be careful now. It'd suck to injure yourself right at the end."
He held on to her for the rest of them. Holding tight to her waist. Her shoulders. Her hips. Finally, lightly along her buttocks as she slid down into her squat stretches. That one seemed a bit strange, but it felt pleasant enough.
"Mmmmmm," she murmured softly, as she drank the last bit of the bottle, her back arching softly as the pleasant sensation filled her.
"Good girl," he said smoothly as she ran her tingling tongue along the lip of the bottle, trying to get the last bits of the taste.
The strange lightness had slowly sank into her. She didn't feel the tingling anymore, but as it had receded, she realized everything just felt... different. She noticed this as she ran her fingertips along her stomach and felt her abs. They felt so much firmer than they had weeks ago, but they also felt... good.
She licked her lips as her fingers traced lines along her midsection. "Oh," she breathed. "That feels... really nice." She looked up at John, who was gazing into her eyes.
He reached down, stroking her cheek. The light touch drew a soft gasp from her. "Like I said, just a little something to charge you. I take it all the time."
Her hand ran slowly up her body, her fingertips finding her nipples pressing hard against the fabric of her light pink tank top.
"Ah," Lily gasped, her nipples growing stiffer, her breathing speeding. She pulled her hand away. What was she doing?
John's eyes never left her. "Feeling good?"
Lily said nothing, blinking in confusion as her nipples throbbed and her fingers twitched, feeling a sudden and unexplainable desire to play with them.
"I... don't think... Maybe I..." she was having trouble forming words. Was she drunk? She didn't feel it...
Lily pushed herself up, only to half stumble, forcing John to catch her.
"Watch out," he said, holding her shoulders. "Take it easy, now. It's a little strong. You'll be fine in a minute."
Lily tried to speak, but she felt herself slowly sinking into the happy feelings filling her. A faint tinge of pink seemed to color her vision.
"You're doing great, Lily," John whispered.
She looked at him, at his firm jaw and pleasingly full lips. Her eyes fluttered, and she felt something hot and wet shift between her thighs.
Without realizing it. Without realizing she was even moving, she pushed forward into him, pressing her lips to his. His eyes widened slightly, but he didn't pull away. On the contrary, she felt his tongue slip gently into her mouth, caressing her own as it moved to meet it.
Lily moaned into her throat; his lips felt so good. Her entire body shook with the sensation. His slid around her head, holding her to the kiss, pushing her deeper into it.
She gasped for breath when he finally let her draw away. Her entire body ached with a bone deep, yearning heat.
"I think that's all for our session today, Lily," John murmured, his breath hot on her cheek.
Lily barely heard him, her thoughts drifting. His smell clung to her, that lovely cedar scent burning into her brain, filling her mind with images of his muscular arms and firm, powerful hands.
"I'm sorry," she said, her voice quivering. "I didn't mean to..."
"It's OK," he said. "You're just feeling some strong post workout endorphins. They can make you loopy sometimes, that's all." He smiled. "Get yourself a cold shower when you get home and we'll forget it happened."
She nodded, her eyes drawn to his mouth.
He stood, giving her one last squeeze around the waist before heading out.
Lily sighed, falling back on the mat, her eyes closing. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, her skin practically sizzling.
"What did I just do?" she murmured to herself, guilt burning in her mind.
Just forget it ever happened, John's voice echoed in her mind. She rolled over, willing the image of John's beautiful face from her mind.
"Just forget it ever happened," she repeated, forcing herself to believe it was possible.
All the while, the lovely ceder smell still lingered on her.
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