The Confessions of a Muscular Woman
By Laura B. lauraflex@hotmail.com
Chapter Five. In Which I Claim My Very First Vassal.

This story contains violence and sexually explicit material and should
only be read by adults.


I reached down, my left forearm flexing, tendons rippling and aligning
themselves for action. I gripped Matt by the nape of the neck and
hoisted him aloft. A mighty colossus claiming her conquest, I dangled
my property in front of me as if he were a disobedient cat. His feet
left the ground, swinging freely. Instinctively, Matt's hands went to
my rippling forearm above his head. I could feel his small fingers
clamoring to my forearm, then on to my beefy bicep, kneading its
massive swell; the bulge of power that allowed his entire body to hang
in space, a captive of my iron grip.

The throbbing between my legs grew ever more intense. Matt's pathetic
swaying body was a total turn on. His weak little frame seemed so
inconsequential, floating in the breezes. I alone supported him,
propped him up, allowed him to continue existing. I felt utterly in
control of his body, and yet was slowly beginning to loose control of
my own. The throbbing of my vagina began to spread; it consumed me.
Lightning raced up and down my spine, from toes to fingertips. I
actually began to feel weak in the knees, my sexual desire eroding my
very base of support.

I grabbed Matt's neck with my right hand, encircling his Adam's apple,
squeezing ever so slightly as I forced him to look down into my face.
Both his hands now went to my right wrist, clenching it, terrified. I
noticed his cheeks were streaked powdery white, the leftover salt of
drying tears.

My eyes locked with his as I slowly lowered him to the ground, until he
was just standing on his tiptoes. I kept my right hand on his neck,
controlling him, forcing him to stay somewhat off-balance while relying
on my powerful arm for support. My fierce gaze pierced Matt, boring
into him like a dentist's drill.

I began walking him backwards, slowly, still on the tips of his toes,
as he clutched my wrist and swelling forearm with both hands. I backed
him up, several yards, until he came to rest against one of the
majestic redwoods. I pinned him there to the mammoth tree, exerting
just enough pressure to inform him of my absolute power.

Below my thumb, I could feel Matt's pulse racing. At that moment-I
remember it distinctly-I experienced a sense of timelessness, of deep
familiarity. In this simple, most intimate of human connections-my hand
encircling my vassal's neck-desire was no longer my own. It was as if
the need to subdue, to enforce order and discipline; the compulsion to
give a little squeeze, the way that his breath became clipped, his eyes
suddenly pleading... It was almost as if I were channeling, or divinely
inspired... as if the lesson he was learning-that his continued
existence was contingent upon nothing more consequential than a
feminine whim-was taught by a Higher Power, infinite in Her Wisdom, a
lesson delivered countless times before. I felt moved, blessed by this
beatific vision.

Cut just short, Matt's inhalations became quick and shallow beneath my
forceful grip. By the way his hands grasped at my forearm-lightly,
sheepishly exploring its flaring power-I knew he had absolutely no
intention of trying to escape. I studied him closely now, regarding him
with an ageless comprehension, with the eyes of my mothers and
grandmothers before me, through the eyes of my Amazon sisters, who have
always walked the earth.

Matt's hands gradually became more worshipful, now gentle feathers,
rubbing and massaging my forearm's dense musculature. Slicing him,
concentrating, my cold blue eyes penetrated his irises until, suddenly,
it was there... there in his beautiful brown eyes...

They had grown clear and receptive, unquestioning; it was "the moment".
He was offering up his soul for my inspection. His subservience... it
was transparent, his aura totally genuine. I have since become a master
at gauging this moment. You can always see it in the eyes. It is the
point of no return. Matt had completely given himself to me. He had
surrendered to the idea of my absolute dominance. His jaw trembled
slightly as he looked at me with a longing so singular that I knew I
had truly become his entire universe.

He was stroking and worshiping my right bicep now, his fingers
completely absorbed by its swelling power. "Please," he started to
whisper, "Oh please, please, please, Laura. I, I, I, please anything,
God, just, just please..." His voice was weak, but full of emotion.
This pathetic plea caused my whole body to shudder once more. I could
feel preorgasmic juices flowing in my panties, soaking them. "What's
that, little man?" I commanded, "What are you whining about... Just
tell me what you want." I smiled confidently, devilishly, as I relished
each word.

God, I can still hear his voice, soft and sweet, almost lyrical in its
cadence of unvarnished sincerity. "Please Laura," he whispered once
more, his teeth chattering as if he where half frozen, "You don't, you
don't understand... I, I, I, want you to, to, to... I know you...I know
you can do anything you want to me... Please, I... Take me. Take me
with your incredible muscles, your, your, your just so amazing."

The idea of being begged in such a heartfelt manner caused me to
completely lose control. I closed my eyes and shuddered violently as a
wave of orgasm racked my being. My juices now flowed freely from my
sex.

After several seconds, I had recovered enough to reopen my eyes. To my
horror, I realized that I had inadvertently squeezed Matt's windpipe
closed during my brief moments of spasm. He struggled to catch a
breath, like a fish out of water, his fingers frantic as they pried
futilely at my powerful right hand. Shocked, I quickly loosened my
grip. He gasped for air, paroxysmal, as if he had just been allowed to
resurface after being held underwater for far too long.

Matt slowly began to regain his composure. Though still languid, he
timidly looked toward my eyes once again. I allowed him a brief smile;
a small reward of acknowledgement, informing him that he had pleased
me. I reach down with my left hand, clumsily tugging at his soccer
shorts. I heard the seams rip as I urgently pulled. "Pull them down," I
commanded, "and help me with mine."

I shifted my right hand, so that I was now clutching the back of his
neck. I pushed him slightly, to remind him that I was in complete
control and that he was to immediately comply with my bidding. Matt
bent over and pulled down his pants and his jockstrap. His hands then
went to my shorts and panties. With a little struggle, he managed to
pull them over my wide hips, then slid them down the length of my leg,
slowly passing over my monumental quads and finally my bulging, diamond
calves. As Matt stood up, I saw his slender cock swinging freely. He
was of average length, but because of its proximity to my massive
quads, it looked as thin as a number 2 pencil.

I reached over and violently tugged Matt's jersey over his head. Then,
slowly, I reached down and removed my own, in the process turning my
wide back toward him. I heard a gasp, as the massive, undulating
surface and flaring lats fully spread themselves out. Turning to face
Matt once again, I hit a "most muscular" pose, causing my pecs to shred
and vasculate as my breasts danced in my sportsbra below. Seeing my
flexing musculature, now bare and invincible, caused Matt's throbbing
penis to stand bolt upright as a steady stream of pre-ejaculate flowed
from its tip.

Then, ever so slowly, I slipped my bra over my head. As I brought my
arms down, my traps sprang forward like two massive burial mounds,
positioned high on the tops of my broad shoulders, flaring
dramatically, yet merging seamlessly with my thick neck. My firm
breasts now proudly jutted forth, ridding high on my massive pecs,
dancing with every flex of my body.

We were now nude, save for our cleats and socks, our clothing
carelessly strewn about on the forest floor. The sight of our naked
bodies facing each other in the twilight-two animals of nature, alone
in her majesty, two creatures so different, and yet so alike, amidst
spiraling redwoods and flowering brush-it must have been unspeakably
beautiful. Like a mighty mountain looming over a tiny sapling, a
distant observer could have easily identified the outline of my brawny
female frame as it dwarfed my little captive, humbling his delicate
form in a ludicrous contrast of physiques.

The sweep of my wide shoulders and the flare of my lats, the pert swell
of my bosom... they where a testament to the very order of nature, they
demanded nothing of Matt's inadequate male body but absolute obedience.
I could smell the earth; I could feel the gentle breezes on my sex. The
air was cold on my vagina's wet lips...

(C) 2005 Laura B. All rights reserved.