Experimenting
By Alamsci


alamsci@lycos.com
A fictional story.

He fearfully sulked into a lazy chair. To an indifferent onlooker he would've looked 
bored or simply tired, but if one took a closer look at this young man, his fear and 
agitation were bound to show.  His hands kept fidgeting, he didn't know where to put 
them, and on top of that, sweat was beginning to trickle down his forehead. He wasn't 
always like this, but life's circumstances have turned him into a wreck.
 
She on the other hand was gaining confidence and becoming more dominant by the 
minute. Every once in awhile, during commercial breaks, she would gaze at him, no, 
actually glare at him with somewhat of a mischievous smile. Her control over him 
was evident. This was not solely characterized by their physical differences, but also 
by the way she mentally controlled him. 

Let's see they were both about 5'9", but their physical characteristics differed greatly. 
She was a broad-shouldered athlete in her prime. What would you expect a top-rate 
swimmer in her second year of college to look like? Well, let's start from the top. 
Shoulder length curly blond hair, dark-brown eyes, eyes that portrayed arrogance, an 
arrogance, which could hypnotize a male in mere seconds. Those eyes could lead one 
into dark, dark, forests, and the further her prey dared to follow the more he began to 
forget about everything and slowly, and sometimes, quickly become hers. Her eyes 
were complimented by stern facial features, small lips and a large nose, not ugly 
large, actually, it added an air of dominance to her disposition. Her body was an 
extension of this dominance and strength. What can I say about her body? Let's see, 
broad squared shoulders, which definitely caused heads to turn, some out of 
amazement, some out of respect, some out of disgust, some out of lust, and others out 
of love.  She didn't care which; after all, if she were to pay attention and listen to all 
of her critics and supporters, well, she wouldn't get anywhere. 

Her shoulders tapered down into two beautifully sculpted arms. Her biceps were not 
bodybuilder like, but they looked hard and strong, the slightest of movements, would 
cause a muscle to jump out, as if teasing the on looker. When she flexed, her biceps 
would expand into two oval shaped balls of awesome power, there size is left for the 
reader to form and ponder…. Her forearms were also a site to behold, thick and 
vascular. The rest of her was what you would expect a strong college swimmer to 
look like, nice tight abs, strong thighs, and bulging calves, oh.. Almost forgot her 
striated chest and beautiful breasts, which were more than a handful, in other words… 
perfect. These beautiful unyielding features were covered by a sensual tan.

The young man was of a different demeanor and appearance. He seemed passive, 
short straight black hair, big deep brown eyes, that looked helpless and a bit naive. A 
chubby face complimented this. His body was a bit soft, he didn't work out like his 
girl-friend so he had a beer belly, not too big, thin arms, compared to his girlfriends, 
you get the point…. He was a young man who lacked confidence and needed a strong 
woman to take care of him. He was about 6 years older than his girlfriend, but what's 
age got to do with it…she was the boss

This unlikely couple had coincidently met at a job fair at the university, she was 
looking for an internship and he was conducting interviews…no she didn't get the 
job, she actually didn't apply to his booth, but was around after the job fair and 
actually had t o help him carry all his stuff back to his car. From there they went out 
on a date and the rest was really history. Her dominance over him did not start right 
away. At first she enjoyed the fact that he was supportive of her lifestyle and she felt 
comfortable around him, but as the days went by she slowly began to discover a 
jealous and somewhat chauvinistic side to her boyfriend.  She didn't think this was a 
reason to kick him to the curb, but an opportunity to fix a wrong. It seemed like her 
new boyfriend only enjoyed her physique in private, why? Because he was a bit 
insecure and wanted to have the best of both worlds. He didn't want his girlfriend to 
show too much muscle in public just so he wouldn't look too small next to her. This 
was insecurity and idiocy because his girlfriend is bigger than him no matter what she 
wears. 

Once this began her attitude began to change. She has always been aggressive, but 
beating him up or making him cry would be too easy, this was evident to her, so she 
decided to psychological dominant this man, make him her doormat mentally and 
then abuse his body for pleasure, her pleasure that is. The muscles he adored and 
worshiped were about to become his source of fear and obedience.

A great opportunity presented itself one night as the two were getting dressed to go 
out. The young man was dressed and waiting. Stacey was still getting herself ready. 
He walked into the bedroom and saw her wearing a pair of khakis and a black 
sleeveless top, which seemed to hug her muscular body tightly, showing off her hard 
earned physique. A look of displeasure grew on his face. He went up to her and asked 
her to put on something else. Inside she felt like turning around and slugging him. 
After all, she had just gotten back from swim practice and was not really in the mood 
for his bullshit, but instead of exploding with anger she let out a loud mocking laugh. 
Then she turned around and faced him. She did not say a word, but instead sternly 
scrutinized him, sizing him up in a demeaning manner. She then turned around and 
continued getting ready. She, to his pleasure, took of her top and put on another one. 
This one showed off her muscular physique even more, the short-sleeved shirt seemed 
as if it was about to shred to pieces with the slightest of movements. Furthermore, it 
left her firm mid-section bare, for all to see. Next, she put on a pair of high heels, and 
looked down upon him with a big smile. He could no longer maintain her gaze… He 
was about to say something, but she walked away from him and headed to the car. He 
usually drove, but today was different. She got into the driver's seat and waited. He 
came out and walked to the driver's side. She slowly lowered the window and told 
him to get in, "We're already late as it is!"

He was extremely confused, to say the least. He didn't like the way his girlfriend was 
dressed, but was also intimidated, she mockingly did everything he didn't want her to 
do, yet, he could do nothing about it. He felt that another word out of him would have 
sent her into a rage. As they made there way to the hall, they were going to a dinner 
his company was holding; he walked behind her, basically, not visible to anyone 
approaching them. Nothing too interesting happened at the dinner. Stacey did get 
many looks, but nothing worth mentioning happened. When they got home… things 
began to heat up… Tom had a few drinks, so he went up to Stacey and said, "You 
know I was really disappointed with you today, why didn't you listen to me… I told 
you to put on something less provocative." This really angered her, who was he to tell 
her what to wear? The anger was evident on her face. Her eyes zeroed in on him, she 
was unconsciously gnashing her teeth and a vein was visible on her neck. Her face 
was red with anger, her fists tightly clenched and her body had an aggressive 
demeanor about it. She was not about to get into a silly argument with him, about 
what he should wear? Who tells you what to wear, kinda thing. She knew she had to 
be a step ahead and a level above. She menacingly walked up to him until she was 
inches away from his face. She looked down into his eyes, then inched a bit closer, he 
stepped back, she inched a bit closer. They kept going until his back was to the wall. 
She pressed up against his soft body, not to the point of crushing him, and began 
breathing heavily into his face. If another person was in the room, he probably could 
only make out Stacey's frame, Tom was not visible, he was completely engulfed by 
her physique. He could no longer maintain her gaze and looked down, where he was 
met be her striated chest, which was threateningly heaving. He tried to avert his gaze 
to the ground, but that was not possible. Before another thought entered his head she 
loudly uttered, "Look into my eyes, we're not done yet!" He instantly obliged. 
Subsequently he began to shiver. He did not know if he'd realized his mistake, he did 
not know what to think… tears began swelling up in his eyes. She, on the other hand, 
knew that her plan was beginning to take shape. She quickly stepped back, 
deafeningly growled and went into a most muscular pose. Her entire upper body 
expanded, muscles jutted out of her neck and arms, menacingly dancing… He let out 
a fear-filled shriek, a shriek that is similar to one a little girl may let out… She 
repeatedly flexed her body until she began shaking with anger; veins became visible 
on her biceps and neck, veins that seemed evil and intimidating.  By now his tears 
were freely flowing, and he let out sounds, sounds which were characterized by the 
utmost fear.

Then she suddenly stopped and pressed her body against his once again. He was 
uncontrollably shaking and crying while she was tranquilly looking into his eyes. 
That's enough for today she thought. She turned around and headed to the bedroom as 
she closed the door he heard the click of the lock. He proceeded to slump to the 
ground and continue crying. What had gotten into her? He thought, but then an even 
more devastating thought made him turn pale, does it matter? She can do whatever 
she wants and I can't do a thing about it? He then proceeded to cry himself to sleep. 

He woke up to loud blaring music, Stacey usually got up quietly, but today the stereo 
was pumping'. She walked up to her feeble boyfriend, looked down upon him and 
began to laugh. He couldn't make eye contact. She stood her ground for a few 
minutes, took his car keys and walked away. As he got up he looked around and 
noticed that the apartment was a complete mess and he was already late for work. 
Stacey usually kept things clean, but he thought, well, there's no use in thinking about 
how things used to be. Now, she had also taken his car! He got dressed and headed to 
work. 

When he came home that evening everything was as he left it in the morning, a mess. 
Stacey was lazily watching TV and did not even acknowledge him. As he was about 
to sit next to her, she said, "Clean this mess up!" He instantly began doing as he was 
told. As he was cleaning she looked at him and couldn't help smiling. His every 
move, every thought, will be as I want it. After he was done she told him to take his 
shirt off. Once he did she walked up to him and ordered him to flex his biceps. She 
then looked at him and said, "This is a flex! Look at my biceps, this is a muscle, what 
you have is a stick! Follow me.." 

They walked into the bathroom and stood in front of the mirror, "Flex those babies 
again I didn't see them last time!" They both flexed their biceps. It was really an 
amusing site. His bicep was barely visible and his skin color was pale white. Next to 
him Stacey's bicep was tanned, thick and getting bigger and more defined every time 
she pumped her arm. She then asked, "What's the difference between my arm and 
yours?" He stayed quiet.. "I said what's the difference between my bicep and yours?" 
"Well… yours is big….mine is small!" "What else?" Ahh…. "Well dumb and weak is 
what you are, the answer is, that is, when I ask again this is what you'll say: Stacey, 
my arm is weak, I have no visible biceps, oh I've actually seen twigs thicker than my 
arm. Your arms are hard, strong, and extremely well-defined and if you wanted you 
could snap me in half! You better memorize that quickly!"

The days went by and every day became harder and harder on Tom. Stacey was 
completely overwhelming him. He was confused and scare to say the least. 
One night when he walked in, all the lights were turned off, he stumbled around and 
eventually turned them on, to his surprise, Stacey was right in his face.. He jumped 
back… "Get your ass over here!" She bellowed. He quickly moved forward. She 
proceeded to flex her bicep right in front of his face, "Now, take in what's in front of 
you and tell me what painful holds these muscles can put you through?"

Tom had gotten used to these questions and prepared for them daily. He was getting 
to the point where he did think of Stacey's dominance over him every minute of every 
day.

"Well, you can knock me out in a sleeperhold, put me in an excruciating headlock, a 
merciless bearhug and…." 

"And I can choke you…" 

No matter how much he prepared she always had a surprise for him. She had to keep 
him guessing, he was completely hers.  She let him pass; he made his way to the 
couch and sat down. 

"You know its kinda funny your so weak and I'm so strong! Isn't it?" 
"Ahh.."

 "Nope, you can't answer that one… I didn't expect you to… Why are you sitting 
down?" Tom stood up… 

"Why are you standing UP?!" 

She moved in on him. He didn't know what to do so he began crying. 

"DID I GIVE YOU PERMISSION TO CRY!" She bellowed. 

This time and for the first time, she grabbed a chunk of his belly. A sharp pain shot 
through his entire body. Was she taking the next step or was she teasing him? Her 
strong hand was turning his belly to mush, but it was also the only thing holding him 
up. Her other hand shot up and, engulfed his throat, and began squeezing. His face 
began turning red and his tears started agonizingly flowing. 

"Your nothing… I gave you a chance… but you're just too dumb… This is for your 
own good.. and is better for our relationship!"

Tom did not know what she meant… all he knew was that he had to oblige. She then 
let him go. I have a friend coming over tonight, you better be on your best behavior. 

Now, we're caught up to the present, Tom fearfully sulking and Stacey glancing and 
glaring at him menacingly from time to time. The doorbell  rang. Stacey went to open 
the door and greet her friend.

"Tom this is my best friend Nancy!" 

Tom could not believe his eyes. Nancy was simply chiseled. She was about 5'2" and 
looked hard as a rock, not an ounce of fat was visible or even discernable on her body.  
Her shoulders were well rounded and her biceps looked well developed. Her forearms 
were thick and extremely vascular, every turn of her arm revealed another set of 
veins. Her wrists seemed unyielding and her hands looked big and rough. She had 
cold blue eyes, shoulder length straight jet-black hair and an extremely striated chest. 
Her breasts were not big, just full of muscle. Her legs were also unbelievable, column 
like thighs, which looked like they could hold up tons, huge bulging calves, not 
diamond-like, but simply jutted out spectacularly. She was wearing a sports bra and 
spandex shorts, which could barely maintain her awesomely muscular physique. 

"Nancy used to be a gymnast, but now she's averted her attention to bodybuilding as 
you can tell! If it wasn't for her I may not have decided to hit the weights! Nancy, this 
is boyfriend, or actually doormat Tom, he loves and supports muscle woman, but at 
times is a plain idiot, who needs direction…and like I told you I've been providing 
direction and a bit more!"

The two girls laughed. Nancy stuck her hand out, "Nice to meet you Tom" As there 
hands clasped Tom's hand seemed to disappear. She gave his hand a little squeeze 
and let go.

"So you tell me you haven't let this guy sleep with you for the last month or so!"

"Yeah that's right, he's learning how to be my doormat…. And you know what he's 
doing a pretty good job."

After smiling at Stacey Nancy averted her gaze towards Tom, "Let me be honest with 
you Tom, I cam here to kick your ass! Stacey's been telling me about you since you 
two moved in together. She's told me how much of a wimp you are how much control 
she exercises over you. She also told me that kicking your ass wouldn't be that much 
fun because your such a wimp, I disagree, I'm gonna toss you around this apartment 
for as long as I want…after I'm done Stacey's gonna realize how fun kicking a 
wimp's ass can be!"

She then looked over at Stacey, "Why are you with this wimp anyway?"

"Well, I'll be honest his positives are greater than his negatives, and its fun!"

"Complete control girl, it's the best way, all right let's get started. It's probably  a 
better idea for you to take your clothes off and stay in boxers, there's no need to get 
your clothes really dirty!"

"Get ready to get your ass whooped boy!" Nancy said as she went into a double bicep 
pose. Her bicep peaked in amazing fashion, expanding and rising like nothing Tom 
had seen before. " Ahh.. there's no need to intimidate you… you're about to piss your 
pants anyway…"

After saying this Nancy walked towards Tom. He started stumbling back, but she 
yelled, "You better stand still boy or I'll have to break something!" As she 
approached him she balled up her fist and let it explode into his gut with merciless 
power. He fell to the ground in a heap of pain. She grabbed his hair with her hands 
and yanked him up, with out letting go of his hair she slammed his body against the 
wall, once, twice. After that she easily lifted him up and body slammed him on to the 
ground, without wasting anytime she wrapped her burly arm around his neck and 
pulled him up in a painful chokehold. He flailed around helplessly as his face changed 
colors. Next, she tossed him across her hip. Once on the ground she roughly placed 
his midsection between her muscular thighs and squeezed his helpless frame, at first 
his arms began to flail so she pulled them upwards and before he could begin flailing 
again she wrapped her arms around them. This way she had his head and arms 
painfully trapped in her vice grip. 

"So girl does it seem fun or what?"

"Well, yeah, but don't break anything"

"Don't worry I'm not even using half my strength, this is just a demonstration, I 
couldn't even consider it a warm up! But do you get the jest, take a look at him!"

"I can't really see his face, move your arms a bit!"

"Boy if you begin flailing around I'll have to get serious!"

Nancy loosened her grip on Tom's face. Stacey took one look at his face and a smile 
grew on hers. Tom was helplessly crying. He looked like a defenseless little boy.
Nancy released her hold and jumped up. The two girls looked down at the beaten 
man. Nancy grabbed him by the hair, cocked her fist back and looked at her friend, 
"Should I rearrange his face?"

"Oh don't mess him up that bad, I may have to do it later."

"All right, let's go to the gym, a workout would be nice, hey, I'll teach you some 
moves too!"

Nancy skipped out the door, Stacey smiled at her boyfriend and said, "I hope the big 
picture is clearing up boy!"