My Life V
By Alamsci alamsci@lycos.com

Carly's changing outlook and Tracey's return. I also included a few of my thoughts at 
the end.

Things slowed down after my last beating. Carly was extremely preoccupied with her 
thoughts so she basically let me rest and recover for a few days. Her friends came by 
from time to time, to hang out or party, but I was always left out of the equation. 
According to Carly, I needed some rest because another beating or a harshly applied 
hold would most probably break me.

Additionally, Carly was becoming extremely overprotective. At first, if one of her 
friends wanted to have her way with me Carly would watch and enjoy the show. 
Nowadays, if one of her friends touched or threatened me she would step in and give 
him or her a thing or two to think about. Therefore, her friends rarely picked on me 
and they were slowly beginning to accept me as Carly's boy. 

One night Carly had a few friends over. I was doing what I do best, serving them and 
cleaning up after them. After chatting for a while the girls decided to pop in a movie. I 
wanted to join them, but I knew I had to clean the dishes. Carly seemed to notice so 
she told me to take a seat next to her.

"What about the dishes? I really should fin..…"

"Oh, come over here, they can wait!"

She gestured towards the empty seat next to her on the couch. As I made myself 
comfortable she glanced at me and smilingly shifted her gaze to my bra, "Still having 
trouble with that!" She jokingly said as she gently moved it up a little. She then put 
her brawny arm around my neck and brought me closer to her. Every time she shifted 
or re-adjusted her arm I felt her muscles dancing across my neck and shoulders. When 
she took her arm away I felt disappointed and insecure.  

When the movie was over her friends shuffled out one after another. I started getting 
up so I could clean up, but Carly firmly grabbed my hand and pulled me down. She 
moved her arm around my neck and brought me closer to her lovely face. She then 
began planting tender kisses on my recovering face. I ran my hand down her knotted 
back. Her back muscles pleasurably satisfied my yearning hand. I felt like ripping her 
shirt off and taking her to bed (Keep dreaming Wimpy). Her t-shirt resembled the 
wall of China at this point. As many foes turned their backs in defeat from the great 
wall, I did the same, but one must remember that there's more than one way to get 
over the wall. I moved my hand to her thick forearm and made my way towards the 
crook of her elbow. Her forearm was a heaven of its own. My hands timidly brushed 
against her visible veins. It felt like I was moving my hand over a sculpted surface, a 
surface whose owner took extra care in polishing and sculpting it. I gently pressed 
against the crook of her elbow. This simple touch was a true example of her 
personality, a personality, which could switch from care to force in a matter of 
seconds. It was like the difference between happiness and sadness.
She, as if reading my thoughts, changed her attitude instantly. The tender kisses 
turned into a domineering tongue down my throat, taking my breath away. We were 
no longer sitting. She was lying on top of me running her sturdy hands all over my 
feeble frame. She took my bra off, with extreme dexterity, and threw it on the ground. 
She then stood up, threw me across her shoulders and carried me to her den. 


She caringly laid me on the bed. Then she proceeded to take that shirt off. The great 
wall was no longer a barrier. The Chinese had extended a ladder to me, but did I dare 
climb it? Could it be a trick? Will I be taken prisoner?

She then proceeded to rip my panties off. Her seductive undressing followed. She 
coquettishly took her bra off. Her face conveyed an innocently mischievous look. My 
eyes lusciously moved from her face to her body, which she was flexing as she 
loosened her bra. As her bra fell off I was treated to a nicely striated chest and a pair 
of firm inviting breasts.

She leaned over invitingly. I instinctively started caressing her firm breasts. I moved 
my head up and began heavily breathing upon the temples in front of me. I then 
proceeded to kiss and tenderly suck her nipples. She then adroitly removed her g-
string and maneuvered her privates right in front of my face. She was on her knees 
and looking down upon me lustfully. She lowered herself as my nose touched her 
pubic hairs. I ran my nose up and down to fully capture her essence and then I went to 
work.  As I worked with my hands and mouth her groans began to get louder and 
louder until she exploded upon my face. Her warm juices entered my mouth and I 
tried to savor every drop.

We spent the entire night together. It was actually the first time I was able to spend a 
night in a real bed since, well, Tracey decided to train me. The sex we eventually had 
was amazing. She moved with grace and held me captive inside of her as she pumped 
away repeatedly.

I finally fell asleep in her loving embrace. The next morning she woke up before I did, 
gave me a kiss on the cheek and chirpily remarked, "Yesterday was my eighteenth 
birthday and you've been a good little boy for so long…. I thought I would treat the 
both of us."

The remainder of our time together was spent discovering one another. Unfortunately, 
those days passed by quickly. The time had come for Tracey to be back. We cleaned 
up the apartment and anxiously waited.

The doorbell finally rang. We opened the door and there were Sylvia and Tracey. 
Tracey no longer looked smaller than Sylvia. She looked about as big as Sylvia, but 
more cut. Her muscles were extremely defined. I mean she looked ready for her first 
bodybuilding contest. Her legs resembled tree trunks, rippling thighs and unreal 
calves. A small waist and a rearend that looked hard and dangerous accompanied this. 

Her upper body was V-Shaped. Her arms I'm sure made heads turns and her biceps 
turned into sculpted balls of power with the slightest curl of the arm. Her shoulders 
were broad and squared. On top of that she had an extremely striated chest. Her 
disposition conveyed seriousness and a dislike for the weak, which was probably a 
result of Sylvia's direction. Sylvia, looked like Sylvia, no real changes, except for a 
tan. They both had good tans anyway.

After warmly embracing Carly the both of them scrutinized me, "Carly, you've really 
done a god job with his wardrobe, love the panties, Tracey, why didn't you think of 
that before?

 " Carly, your good real good. I'm glad your learning at such an early age and with 
such creativity!"

Carly didn't answer, but looked vexed. This didn't really matter since she wasn't 
about to tell her Mom about what had happened over the weekend. I'm sure her mom 
would be a little disappointed, mainly because her daughter picked out a weak 
creature.

So, Wimpy, aren't you gonna give me a kiss." 
 
I went up to Tracey and leaned forward, but instead of meeting her cheek I met the 
palm of her hand, which roughly pushed me away, "That's no way to greet your 
owner, get down on all fours, bitch!"

I got down on all fours and kissed her feet. Next, I turned my attention to Sylvia's 
shoes and did what I had to do. When I looked up I felt as if I was on earth and they 
on Mount Olympus. They looked down upon me in every way and loved creating a 
fearful and humiliating atmosphere for me as well. Did I deserve it? I don't know? 
They've really turned me into their doormat in a dynamically domineering fashion. 

It was hard and painful being at their feet after spending such a great time with Carly, 
but I had to face reality. Before I had a chance to look up Tracey yanked me up by the 
hair. She began fumbling through her bag as she tightly held me. She got two 
magazines out and put them in front of my face, "Look Wimpy I got you two Muscle 
Mags! HA!HA! There's a lot of muscular woman in these two editions, enjoy, but if I 
find any sticky pages here and there I'm gonna stuff my fist down your throat! 
HA!HA!"

She then went into a side-chest pose, "Come on Wimpy feel my arm!"

I put my hand on her bicep and was almost instantly turned on. She pumped her arm 
once again and I let out a groan. She took one look at my throbbing member and 
roughly grabbed it and began squeezing it, "No chance boy, the only thing you've got 
are these mags!"

I was roughly thrown to the ground. The three ladies walked over me and into the 
living room. I picked myself up took Tracey's bag inside and began unpacking. Next, 
I went out and started making them lunch. 

Sylvia and Carly stayed awhile. There was a lot the three ladies had to discuss.

Carly was extremely anxious to here about their trip and Tracey's training. On the 
other hand, Sylvia and Tracey were excited to here about Carly's time with me. Carly 
left out our intimate encounters and told them about our day at the mall and the 
change in my wardrobe.

"You know, Carly, I've been thinking about Wimpy's situation and I think I'm about 
ready to kick him to the curb! I met a guy out west. Sure, I was training so I didn't get 
to spend that much time with him, but he lifts to so he understands my lifestyle. 
Besides he's kinda cute. I'm actually gonna make things official right now, WIMPY!"

I hurriedly mad my way to the living room. As I walked in Tracey stood up and 
disparagingly looked at me.

"Front and center, bitch!"

I stood in front of her, scared out of my wits. She put her hand upon my shoulder and 
said, "Boy, you've got a week to find a place to live, if you don't I'll throw you out!"

"But….. Tracey… I have no where to go…..plea…."

"Shut up!"

She roughly squeezed my shoulder and pushed me downward. She followed this up 
by wrapping her arm around my neck and putting me in a reverse headlock. As she 
held me tightly she bellowed, "I don't recall asking for your opinion!"

Next, she punched me in the gut with extreme power and let me drop to the ground 
screaming and holding my aching gut.

I hopelessly looked over at Carly for support, but she didn't move. She did have a 
sympathetic look on her face, but that was not about to do me any good.

Unfortunately, Tracey was not done. She grabbed my left arm and pulled me up. 
Next, she wrapped her beefy arm around my frail neck. I began to panic just from its 
sheer size. I started fidgeting hopelessly, but she instantly stopped me by flexing her 
arm. I felt an unnatural solidness envelope my Adam's apple and throat. The scary 
thing about it was that her already solid bicep expanded and hardened. I failed around 
aimlessly until I felt myself heading into La La land, but Tracey was not going to give 
me the luxury of being knocked out. She wanted to administer more punishment.

Before she let go of my neck she grabbed one of my arms and twisted it behind my 
back. I felt so helpless and must've looked like a toy in her hands. Imagine a thick 
well-built woman punishing a weak man. The sight is beautiful, his weak little hands 
trying to pry her muscular arm away from his fragile neck. An effort that looks 
meaningless and irrational to any onlooker, but think of him. The weak man 
instinctively tries. The more he tries the happier and harder she, his muscle bound 
owner gets. A smile grows on her face because she knows she is capable of doing 
what she pleases. 

The weaker sex is simply a relative term. All must realize its relativity, but this will 
take time. As we all know change means uncertainty. To the ignorant, this seems 
unthinkable, but did a landowner ever think capitalism would reign supreme? It 
might've even been crazy to think about this at that time, but look around now, things 
have changed and they will continue to change, back to our story.

Tracey released my neck, but kept twisting my arm. My cries were even louder now. 
My arm was then released, but I felt Tracey's fist ferociously connecting with my 
side. I really felt my gut jump up and wobble back down. I was about to fall, but she 
spun me around and engrossed her fist into my gut. My feet left the ground for a 
second this time. She had definitely done some internal damage as well. I was about 
to vomit when I felt a heavy blow to my back, which sent me sprawling to the ground. 
On the ground I began shaking and fearfully whimpering. Afterwards, I felt her foot 
crushing my neck to the ground. Blood, amongst other things, had begun trickling out 
of my mouth on to the ground. 

She took her foot off my face and mockingly gazed at me, "Your nothing, I enjoy 
beating the shit out of your sorry ass. Your weakness is my pleasure. Taking care of 
you for all these years has really helped me. The stronger and more confident I got the 
weaker you became. You've become a worm. I hate worms! I just love stomping on 
them. I can't even picture you as my slave anymore. You're so good at it. It makes me 
sick! After this week is over I don't wanna see you again. If I do I'll beat you!"

Why? Had finally been answered. Where do I go from here? What am I to do?





Thoughts….

I really don't know if this goes under the story section or not, but I thought I'd share 
my thoughts with you as a community. What goes through your mind when you come 
across a strong woman?

Here, I'm not just referring to the physical attraction, which may hypnotizes on the 
spot. There has to be more to it. I'd rather not get myself into trouble by referring to 
some or all female muscle admirers; after all, we all have our own caprices, outlooks, 
and dispositions. Sure, some of us can be grouped together, but I'm no expert on the 
subject so I'm not going to venture in to it. I'll simply refer to my thoughts.

I see more than those muscles because like anything else those muscles and curves 
cannot be looked at separately. When I see or converse or even observe a strong 
woman I see a confident individual walking with pride, an individual, who has defied 
societal norms and followed her dreams and/or convictions. In many ways they can be 
considered modern day revolutionaries.

Of course it's important to note, that strong woman come in different shapes and 
sizes. It's not just the muscles, but also the mentality. Many strong females are also 
active in society. They are not just concerned with their physical appearance, but 
many are intellectuals, academics, and businesswomen etc. Conversely, some are 
passive while others are insecure.

Society's reluctance towards these woman is not due to their personalities, but due to 
the challenge they pose upon the status quo: A woman shouldn't look like that? This 
is a man's job what is she doing here?

Fear of change, insecurity, and a selfish outlook is what it is. If "these women" 
present a "challenge" to you, then why don't you live up to it? There is nothing wrong 
with her being better than you at something. She chose to work hard and accomplish 
her goals. You shouldn't be ashamed, but motivated. Furthermore, if you want to 
better yourself you should look to her for advice and direction just as you would any 
other person, whom you'd like to learn from or follow in the footsteps of. After all, 
she has accomplished something you are having trouble with.

The above sounds simple, but when a person believes his or her power is being 
threatened he or she is bound to protect his or her "area of expertise".
 
The mould can be broken as many have in history, but it takes time and perseverance. 
Change occurs out of situational circumstances and people's wills (I'm no expert 
here). 

I look at a strong woman and hope and imagine her as a dominant partner. I'm 
attracted to her physical appearance and to her intellectual abilities and pursuits. Is 
that a crime? In this sense it's simply my desires that are challenging the status quo, 
but am I alone? Hardly, there are many men and woman that look at things this way, 
but we don't seem to be able to express ourselves freely. 

Maybe one day strong women will be able to walk down the street without receiving 
strange looks.  Strange, why? Simply because their appearance or lifestyle doesn't 
adhere to societal norms, but this situation will not correct itself, actions need to be 
taken. This simply starts with individuals. 

I'd like to thank all who have and are promoting and helping in this area because it's 
beneficial for society as a whole.

This is short and not too explanatory. These thoughts were fluttering through my head 
so I thought I'd write them down, sorry for any inconvenience.

If anyone has comments please e-mail me.