Angie's Gym Part 3:
By Al Harder
More adventures with the denizens of Angie's Gym.


Chapter 5: We Meet Kara

The next day Angie was watching Kara Hunter's session with Carl. Before Kara
arrived Angie had pulled her records. When Kara had joined the gym ten months
before she'd been in pretty good shape, weighing one hundred and fifty-five
pounds with thirteen-inch biceps at a height of five-ten. A cursory
examination of the tall, muscular woman who was working out with Carl revealed
that Kara was much larger and more defined than she'd been when she'd joined.
"At least fifteen inch biceps," she mused. "She's probably gained ten pounds
of muscle, too. She could give Bob a real good time, if she knew he likes that
kind of thing."

Kara had Carl in what looked to be an extremely painful side headlock. She was
in a red one-piece suit that was cut out in the front, exposing her six-pack
for public view. As Angie watched, Kara flipped Carl over her hip, stunning
him. The tall, muscular blonde quickly dropped to the mat and locked her
sinewy legs around his head. Carl tapped frantically after just ten seconds of
the headscissors and the Kara released him with a triumphant laugh. "You must
be getting weaker, stud," she teased. "It's getting easier and easier for me
to get you to give up."

Carl rubbed his neck and laughed ruefully. "Nope, I'm not getting weaker,
you're getting stronger – a lot stronger." He looked at the clock and said,
"Time's up, Mrs. Hunter. Could you hang around a few minutes? Ms. Korinsky
wanted to talk to you."

Kara rose lithely to her feet and offered Carl a hand up. "Sure, I can stick
around. See you next week?"

"If you want. Same time, same channel?"

"Sure." Carl left and Kara toweled off.

Angie knocked before going in. Kara Hunter was sipping iced coffee and
relaxing in an overstuffed chair.

"Hi Mrs. Hunter," Angie greeted her. "I'm Angie Korinsky. Call me Angie."

"Hi Angie," Kara replied, standing up to shake hands. "Call me Kara."

"Thanks. Please sit." Kara resumed her seat in the comfortable chair and Angie
sat on the sofa. Angie revised her estimate of Kara's weight. "At least one
seventy-five now," Angie mused.

Angie said, "Kara, you've been making incredible progress here during the ten
months you've been a member of the gym."

"I've had a good trainer. Carl's fantastic."

"You've also worked your ass off," Angie laughed.

"That too," Kara chuckled.

"I don't know if you're aware of this, but your husband is also a member here
at the gym."

"Yeah, I know. He doesn't seem to be progressing as fast as I am though."

"Well, Bob tries hard, but he doesn't have as much motivation as I'd like him
to have. You are much better motivated than most of the members here." Angie
looked hard at Kara and said, "Kara, what exactly is motivating you?"

Kara looked uncomfortable and sipped at her coffee. "What do you mean? I want
to get in shape and..."

"Bullshit," Angie said flatly. "You've got some agenda you're working on
here."

"That's none of your business," Kara snapped.

"Maybe not," Angie said, "but I'm worried about Bob. He really loves you, you
know. He's talked about how he hates it when you're on ‘business trips' to
sell your cosmetics." Angie stood up and walked so she was directly in front
of Kara. "You aren't selling cosmetics, are you?" Kara bit her lip and shook
her head. "Then what are you doing?"

Kara ran a hand through her short, blonde hair, considering. "Shit. Well, I've
got to tell somebody, and I guess a near stranger is as good as anyone." Kara
took a deep breath and looked up. "I'm a dominatrix at a dungeon up in Frisco.
I work there every other week."

Angie raised an eyebrow and stepped back. "Wow. I wasn't expecting that." She
resumed her seat and added, "I suppose that's why you're so anxious to get
stronger and learn wrestling holds."

Kara grinned crookedly and said, "Yup. I'm the ‘big, bad domme' at the
dungeon. Guys who like to be ordered around by women with muscles are my
clients. Sometimes they just want a woman who looks like she can kick a man's
ass, but some of them want a woman who not only CAN kick a guy's ass but is
willing to do it, and enjoys it."

Angie smiled. "And I take it you enjoy it?"

"Damn right I do," Kara said with a grin. "It's great to be able to throw a
guy around like a rag doll and make him cry. Sometimes I think I should be
paying them."

Angie chuckled. "I know exactly what you mean." Biting her lip, Angie made a
decision. "Kara, I'm breaking my own confidentiality agreement by telling you
this. Bob doesn't just come here to work out."

"What?"

"Come down to my office; I want to show you something."

Angie quickly found the security tape of the session with Bob she'd recently
had. Normally these tapes were recorded over; they only existed in case one of
the clients got too rambunctious, but Angie had pulled this one on the hunch
that she'd want Kara to see it. The fact that they existed, and that the
police chief and mayor – as well as other respected citizens – were on some of
them was the chief reason no one had ever questioned Angie's sideline. She
placed the tape in the VCR and hit "Play".

Kara's eyes widened as she recognized her husband in one of the suites she
knew so well from her own sessions with Carl. Her jaw dropped as she heard him
ask Angie to work him over. When Angie masturbated Bob Kara chuckled and said,
"He always was fast on the draw." At the end of the session, when Bob
mentioned that Kara "didn't have time" for him, she sniffled and Angie turned
off the tape.

"You okay?" the older woman asked Kara.

"Yeah – got a tissue?" Angie handed Kara a box and she took several, wiping
her eyes and blowing her nose. She looked up at Angie with something like
wonder in her eyes and said, "I never knew."

"Kara, I'd recommend that you and Bob sit down and have a long talk. I think
you should wear your best dominatrix outfit, including boots with six-inch
heels if you've got ‘em. Lay all your cards on the table, and start over from
there." She sat beside Kara and put a strong arm around her broad shoulders.
Giving Kara a quick squeeze, Angie said, "You and Bob are good people. I
really think you can work this out, especially since you have so much in
common – you need to be the dominating partner in the relationship, and he
needs to be the submissive one. You get to kick his ass whenever you want, and
he gets squeezed and pleased – when YOU want. And it'll be extra special
because you love each other."

"Wh-what about my job?"

"Talk it over with him," Angie said. "He may tell you he'd like you to quit,
but remember who's going to be the dominant partner. If you really enjoy what
you're doing, keep doing it. And here's another option," Angie added, thinking
quickly. "If you're biggest turn-on is kicking men's butt, how about working
for me? No sex with clients – that's one of the rules here, and jerking them
off doesn't count as sex – but tossing men around and crushing them into
submission is one of the things we do here. You'll need to do some personal
training when you're not in one of the suites, but from what I've seen you
know your way around the weight room."

Kara smiled slowly. "Can I bring some of my clients along with me? I promise,
all I'll do is kick their ass – well, sometimes I'll tie them up first."

"Bondage is okay, as long as it doesn't get out of hand," Angie told her.
"Carl's been teaching you some pro moves, and I'd like you to learn more – I
can teach you some advanced moves and holds, or Paige can. You're progressing
beyond what Carl can teach you. You'll get a generous salary for the personal
training job, and half of the fees you get from your clients." Both women rose
and Angie held out her hand. "Deal?"

Kara shook hands firmly. "Deal," she said. "When can I start?"

"Right after the Fourth of July," Angie said. "And on that weekend I'm having
a party at my place. You and Bob are invited."

"We'll be there – unless we're too busy," Kara said with a smile.

"Great see you then," Angie said. Pulling Kara close, the muscular blonde
kissed her taller, hardbodied new employee. Releasing her, Angie said, "Good
luck with Bob."

"Don't worry about me," Kara said, with a mischievous glint in her eye. "Worry
about him. When I finally let him loose he'll be lucky if he can walk."

Chapter 6: Bob's Surprise

Kara drove home, pushing her Infiniti well over the speed limit, but no cops
were around to notice. She expertly spun the wheel and turned into the
driveway. Once in the garage she sat for a few minutes, thinking. She took a
deep breath, pulled out her cell phone, and dialed the number of the dungeon
where she worked.

"Lainie? It's Kara. Okay. Yeah, I'm fine. Listen, you remember you said last
week that you thought I was ready to solo? Right. Well, I decided to take your
advice." She listened to her dungeon mistress complain that she wasn't giving
enough notice, then interrupted. "Look, Lainie, if I don't do it right now I
don't know if I'll have the guts to try again. I'm sorry, I really don't want
to leave you, but it's time. Yeah, it's been fun for me too. Right. Look, if
any of my clients want to continue with me, give them the cell number, okay?"
Another pause and then, "Thanks, Lainie. You've helped me a lot. Keep in
touch? ‘Kay. ‘Bye." Clicking the phone closed, she said to herself, "Well,
girl, let's see if Angie was right."

She opened the trunk and removed the suitcase containing her costumes.
Thinking for a moment, she decided on the black patent leather boots – as
Angie had guessed, the stiletto heels were six inches long. Kara closed the
trunk and carried the suitcase and boots into the house. Figuring Bob's first
stop would be the bar – she didn't like him drinking so much, but had to admit
that some of it was her fault – she left a note taped to the liquor cabinet:
"Come up to the bedroom right now. We need to talk. K." She selected a bottle
of Scotch and two glasses from the cabinet.

Carrying the booze and suitcase, Kara went up to the master bedroom and
stripped out of her t-shirt and jeans. Stripping off her panties and bra, she
dumped everything into the hamper. She stood in front of the full-length
mirror and studied her body. Flexing her arms, she admired their size and
shape. She tightened her belly muscles, smiling at the well-defined six-pack
that resulted. She stood on tiptoe, approving of the large balls of her
calves. She extended one leg, then the other, flexing her thighs hard,
watching the veins engorge as they pumped blood to her sinews. She ran a hand
over the tattoo just above the patch of hair between her legs – "Heaven" was
what it said. Running her hands through her short hair, she decided that one
of her "domme wigs" would be called for tonight.

Nodding her approval of her body, Kara went into the bathroom to shower. She
took her time, reveling in the sensuous heat, rubbing the soapy sponge all
over herself, paying particular attention to her breasts. Finally Kara emerged
and toweled herself dry with a thick, fluffy terry towel. She dried her short
hair carefully, then opened a special compartment of her suitcase and pulled
out a platinum blonde wig, styled in an elaborate design that was brushed to
the top of her head, giving her an apparent extra four inches of height.

Carefully Kara selected her makeup. Green eye shadow with gold flecks, black
eye liner. Dark red, almost black, lipstick with nail polish to match. She
took special pains with her nails, filing them smooth and sharpening them so
that they almost drew blood. A touch of blush highlighted her cheekbones. Just
a dab of perfume on her wrists, nipples, and, after thinking for a moment,
between her thighs.

She deliberated for a while about her costume for the night. First, a gold
choker to enhance her throat. She kept needing to have the damn thing
extended, as her neck was thickening as a result of the iron she was lifting.
The black leather bra – studded, of course, with a matching thong. Large gold
buckles added extra S & M appeal. A gold chain that fit snugly around her
right bicep when she was relaxed. It had a special link that would eventually
"snap" if she flexed her bicep hard enough. A black leather dog collar around
her left arm, accenting the indentation between her deltoid and bicep. She
smiled wickedly – it would be useful later. Sheer black fishnet stockings with
black garters, matching fingerless gloves that hooked on her middle fingers
and extended to her elbows. Then those ever-loving boots. Large gold hoops in
her ears, and a diamond for the navel.

Finished at last, Kara studied the effect in the mirror. She looked tough,
sexy, and dangerous. Looking through the suitcase for a prop, she selected a
six-foot braided leather whip. Draping it around her neck, she smiled at the
result and murmured, "Bob, you're in for one hell of a surprise. Glancing at
the clock, she realized that Bob would be home any moment. Tossing her
suitcase into the closet, she pulled the shades. Red light bulbs were inserted
in all the lamps; she left the ones on the bedside table on. She removed the
bulbs from the overhead fixture and changed the direction of the small
spotlight they normally used to accent a particularly nice painting on the
wall so it pointed to a particular spot on the floor. Her preparations done,
she sat on the bed and tried to relax.

Bob pulled his Audi into the garage, surprised to see Kara's Infiniti parked
there. She'd told him she'd be gone for at least three days this time. "Wonder
why she's here tonight," he mused.

He entered the house. "Kara? Honey, what happened to your trip?" He headed for
the bar. He saw the note and his heart sank. "We've got to talk, huh? Damn, I
bet she's going to ask for a divorce." He poured a stiff drink and tossed it
down; in his agitated state he didn't notice the missing bottle and glasses.
With a heavy heart he trudged up the stairs.

Kara heard him come in. She went into the bathroom and closed the door,
waiting for Bob to enter the room. She heard the door open. "Kara?" he said.
"What's with the lights?"

"Shut the door," Kara ordered. She waited until she heard the door close. She
waited a couple of beats for Bob's eyes to become accustomed to the dim light.

"Kara, what's going on? I found this note..."

"Be quiet," she barked. Opening the door, she stepped out of the bathroom.

Even in the dim light she could see Bob's eyes widen and his jaw drop. "So
it's not just an expression," she thought.

"Kara, what – "She slapped him sharply.

"For now you may speak only when I ask you a question," she said coldly.
"Later, when I tell you, you may ask permission to speak."

Bob was flabbergasted. His wife had metamorphosed into a muscular
dominatrix-type woman, and he was both shocked and excited. Kara towered over
his six-foot frame by several inches. She seldom wore heels when they went
out, not wanting to overtop him, but here she was in high-heeled boots that
made him look up if he wanted to see her face.

Kara walked slowly over to her husband. She used the handle of the whip under
his chin, gently forcing him to look her in the eyes. She flexed her left arm
hard, making the bicep bulge, and noted jubilantly the immediate reaction from
Bob; his pants tented noticeably. Kara didn't allow any of her emotions to
appear on her face. She remained cool and aloof, to all appearances. She
regarded Bob disdainfully and folded her sinewy arms over her thick chest.
"Things are going to be quite different around here," she informed him coldly.
"I am in charge now. You will obey me. Do you understand?"

"Um, I think so..."

She slapped him again, a bit harder this time. "The correct form of response
to a yes or no question is ‘Yes Goddess' or ‘No Goddess'. Do you understand?"

Bob swallowed and said, "Yes Goddess."

"Better. Now, as I said, you will obey me. Do. You. Understand."

"Yes Goddess."

Kara smiled coldly. "Good. Strip." Bob stared at her, and she scowled. "What
did you not comprehend? Remove. Your. Clothing. NOW!"

Bob fumbled with the buttons on his coat, worked them free and slipped out of
his jacket. He looked for a place to hang it up, but Kara simply pointed her
whip at the floor at his feet and he dropped it there. "Faster," she ordered.
He ripped his necktie off and dropped it, then started to unbutton his shirt.
Feigning impatience, Kara grabbed his shirt in her strong hands and ripped it
apart. Buttons flew across the room, and she dropped the shredded garment to
the floor. Bob got a flashback to his session with Angie. Quickly, before he
annoyed his muscular wife further, kicked off his loafers, then unbuckled his
belt, unbuttoned, unzipped, and dropped his trousers to the floor. He stood
there uncomfortably, standing as straight as he could, in just his boxers and
socks.

Kara walked around Bob, inspecting him as a butcher might inspect a side of
beef. She made note of the bruises on Bob's torso that were the evidence of
the session he'd had with Angie. She prodded at him here and there with the
handle of her whip. Once behind him, she let her guard down a bit, smiling in
satisfaction that her plan, and Angie's suggestions, were working out so well.
By the time she'd moved in front of him again, however, her "domme mask" was
in place again. "You're a fairly pathetic specimen," she informed her husband.
"Flabby," she poked at his midsection, "weak," she poked at his arm,
"worthless." She glanced down at his raging erection and allowed her self a
slight smile. "Well, almost worthless. And you seem to be damaged goods," she
added, prodding at a particularly colorful bruise on his ribcage. Bob winced
when the whip touched it.

Kara hung the whip around her neck and put her hands on her hips. "On the
other hand, I have developed my body so that I am a powerful, sexy, tough,
dominating, muscular woman who can kick your worthless ass any time I want."
She raised her arms parallel to the floor and slowly bent them, flexing her
biceps hard. The chain around her right arm snapped as her bicep grew and
hardened – Bob's eyes widened again. "Feel my muscles," Kara ordered. Bob
hesitantly placed his hands on her big, hard biceps. "I'm stronger than you
are – strong enough to toss you around like a sack of laundry. And you're
about to find out that not only am I strong, I can be a real bitch when I want
to be. On. Your. Knees."

Fearing what Kara might do if he didn't obey immediately, Bob dropped to his
knees. She looped the whip around his throat and tightened it slightly, not
enough to stop his breathing, but enough so he was uncomfortable. He found
himself staring at the top of her black leather thong bottoms, surprised by
the tattoo on her lower belly. Kara noticed the direction of his gaze and
said, "Yes, it can be heaven there, but it can also be hell, like the Eagles
said." She twined her fingers in his hair and pulled his head between her
thighs. Kara squeezed gently at first, enjoying the feel of his head between
her muscular legs. Bob enjoyed it too, at first. Then Kara slowly increased
the pressure, and Bob had to work hard to keep himself from trying to escape,
certain it would only lead to more punishment. He also had to concentrate to
keep himself from ejaculating all over the floor, absolutely positive that
he'd be penalized for that as well.

With her thighs compressing Bob's head, Kara knew he wouldn't be able to hear
her if she spoke. She carefully refrained from using anywhere near her full
strength in the standing scissors, not really wanting to hurt her husband. She
found herself getting excited; her nipples were fully erect and her pussy was
quite wet. Kara gently rubbed her nipples through the thin leather of her top
and moaned in ecstasy from the sensation, almost forgetting that her husband's
head was trapped between her powerful thighs.

As the pressure on his skull increased, Bob began to hear a roaring in his
ears, almost like being next to a waterfall. His vision began to gray and
blur, and he realized he was close to passing out. He could only hope that
Kara wouldn't hurt him seriously.

Kara recalled where she was and she remembered Bob's head trapped in her
scissors. She released the pressure suddenly, and Bob fell facedown to the
carpet. Resuming her dominatrix persona, Kara prodded his shoulder with the
stiletto heel of her boot. "Get back up on your knees, you pathetic weakling,"
she growled. It took Bob several seconds to regain enough consciousness to
obey. "That was only a small sample of my supremacy over you," Kara informed
him. "As this evening goes on there will be more examples. Stand up!" Bob
struggled to rise and eventually got to his feet. She used the whip handle
again to raise his chin so he was looking her in the eyes. "Now that I've
established just who is in charge from now on, I want to ensure that you know
your true place." She removed the collar from around her left arm and placed
it around his neck, buckling it so it was tight but not enough to interfere
with his breathing. "This is your slave collar," Kara informed him. "I am your
goddess, and you are my slave. When you are wearing this collar, you will do
everything and anything I order you to do. Do you understand?"

"Y-yes, Goddess," Bob croaked.

She smiled and said, "Slave, that erection seems to be causing you some
distress. Would you like to have it relieved?"

"Yes, Goddess. Please."

"Very well. You may masturbate onto your clothing." Bob hesitated and Kara
frowned. "NOW!" she roared.

With alacrity Bob freed his erect tool from his boxers and masturbated. It
only took a second before he spurted all over the suit that was still lying on
the floor at his feet. "It's only a suit," he thought as the last drops fell.

Kara frowned and tapped her foot. "Well, slave? I just allowed you to relieve
what must have been some painful pressure. I expect to be thanked."

"I'm sorry Goddess. Thank you Goddess," Bob blurted.

"Better. Now you may wipe your hands."

"Thank you Goddess," Bob replied, quickly wiping his sticky hands on the
remains of his pants.

"Kneel," Kara ordered, and Bob dropped immediately to his knees again. Kara
lightly slapped him with the whip, then stalked around him, allowing the whip
to encircle his body. The touch aroused Bob again, a fact Kara noted. "Well,
slave, it seems that you enjoy being dominated. Just the simple touch of my
lash has you erect again." She unwrapped the whip from around him and stood in
front of him again.

Kara told Bob, "Now that you've had a sample of my leg power, I'm certain you
realize how much injury they could cause to your pathetic body if I really
wanted to hurt you." She flexed her thighs hard and continued, "Feel those
muscles. Go on, feel them!" Bob tentatively put his hands on her thighs,
feeling their steely solidity. "I didn't use even half my strength when I was
crushing your empty head," Kara boasted. "Just imagine these long, crushing
limbs wrapped around your flabby body or pencil neck! If I wanted," Kara
hissed, "I could fracture your ribs without exerting myself unduly. I could
make your chest implode. I could crush you into dust!"

She took a step back. "Stand," she commanded, and Bob scrambled to his feet.
"I'm sure you're wondering just how strong these babies are too," she said,
flexing her biceps hard. "Aren't you?"

"Yes, Goddess," Bob quickly replied.

"Well, you're about to get a taste of my arm power now," Kara told him. She
stepped close to him, so her breasts were brushing his chest. Bending her
knees slightly, she wrapped her arms around Bob's lower ribs. Standing up
straight, she easily lifted her nearly two hundred pound hubby off his feet.
Kara slowly increased the pressure of her embrace until Bob was struggling to
draw breath.

"Put your hands on my arms, slave," Kara commanded. "Feel my muscles bulge as
I crush the breath out of you." Obediently, Bob put his ands on Kara's biceps,
marveling at their size and inflexibility. He tried to squeeze her arms, but
was totally unable to make an impression on her big biceps. Kara increased the
pressure on Bob's torso and said, "What do you think, slave? Think I could
crush hour puny body with my arms alone? Don't bother to try and answer – I
know you can't breathe right now." In fact, Bob's hands had slipped of her
biceps; his arms were now dangling limply and his head lolled on his neck as
Kara crushed him in her powerful arms.

Kara suddenly released her grip and Bob collapsed to the floor. Sweat now
glistened on Kara's chest and arms, emphasizing the peaks and valleys formed
by her muscles. Her engorged veins stood out proudly on her arms and legs.
Kara looked down at Bob and smiled. As he slowly recovered, she eased the
pointed toe of her boot under his belly and flipped him to his back. Amused,
Kara saw that Bob still had an erection. Placing one foot on Bob's chest, Kara
scowled down at him. "That's where you belong, slave. On the ground at my
feet, worshipping me."

She removed her boot from his chest. When Bob tried to sit up, Kara put her
foot back on his chest and forced him back to the floor. "I didn't tell you to
move," Kara said softly. "You still need to learn total obedience to your
goddess."

She removed her foot again and backed up to the bed, where she sat. "Now,
slave, crawl over here," she instructed. Bob rolled over and got to his hands
and knees. He crawled to where his wife, his goddess, sat awaiting him.
"Unlace my boots, slave," Kara demanded. Bob reached out with a trembling
hand, but Kara kicked it away. "Use your teeth, slave," she ordered.

Bob used his teeth on the lace of Kara's boots, untying the bow and then
pulling the lace out of each pair of eyelets. After finishing with the right
boot he started in on the left. When both boots had been unlaced Kara kicked
them off. She pointed her toes, making her calf muscles bulge so they were
rock hard. She rested her long legs on Bob's back, using him as her footrest.
Gently she rubbed her fishnet-clad legs against Bob's back and shoulders.
Bob's erection grew larger and more painful.

Finally Kara moved her feet so they rested on the floor. "Kiss my feet,
slave," she commanded imperiously. Bob went to work, covering her feet with
kisses from the toes to the heels and back again.

"You may stop and sit up now," Kara told him. He sat and gazed up at his
beautiful, sexy, muscular wife, his "Goddess". Kara looked down at her
submissive husband and realized how much she actually loved him. She regarded
his erection and said, "We really ought to do something about that. Lie down."

Bob quickly complied, and Kara flexed her lats until the catch on the front of
her leather bra popped, exposing her breasts. She undid the fastening on her
thong, revealing her wet bush. Slowly she knelt down until she had fully
impaled herself on Bob's erect tool. "You may caress my breasts," she said,
and Bob quickly complied. She slid up and down on his pole, moaning in
pleasure as Bob proved his hands were as talented as they'd ever been. He
matched her thrust for thrust, and they came explosively at the same instant.
Kara's beautiful muscles went rigid, and her thighs squeezed Bob's waist
firmly enough to give him more breathing difficulties. After several minutes
they came down. Kara disengaged and stood up, then offered Bob a hand up. She
cradled him in her arms like a baby and carried him to the bed. Setting him
down, she lay down beside him.

"What do you think, slave?" Kara whispered. "Do you think we've found a
lifestyle we can live with?"

"Um, yes, Goddess. Permission to speak, Goddess?"

"Permission granted."

"I'm amazed by your strength, Goddess, but even more so by the new dominance
you exhibit. If I may be so bold, what gives?"

Kara laughed. "That's somewhat impertinent for a slave, slave," she said with
mock severity. "Since I do love you, however, I'll explain. First of all, my
job selling cosmetics – well..."

"It doesn't exist, right? I've figured that out in the last hour or so."

"Right. About a year ago I was doing some surfing on the net and found a
‘dominance and submission' web site. I contacted the woman in charge and we
spoke. I'd been feeling like there was something missing in our relationship,
and I wanted to explore my dominant side. You seemed too old-fashioned to want
to do anything like that, so I figured it was my only chance. Anyway, I found
I liked having men and women being subservient to me. Lainie, the woman who
runs the dungeon and website, suggested that my height made me a candidate for
a kind of ‘physical domme', someone who could really intimidate men and women
by size alone. She suggested I work on getting more muscles, and also learn
how to fight so I could physically dominate if it was called for." Kara
grinned. "And here I am ten months later. I found I really like knowing I
could kick a guy's ass if I wanted, and I really REALLY like being strong. I
never fucked any of them, but they all got ‘relief', if you know what I mean.
Okay, that's my story, what's yours?"

"Well, when we stopped – I mean, when you didn't seem to want to have sex with
me anymore, I didn't know what to do. One of the reasons I was so attracted to
you was your height and your physicality – you really liked to get out and do
things, biking, hiking, stuff like that. I took a good look at myself and
realized that I like the look of muscles on women, and even more I like having
a woman dominate me physically. So I found a place that let me pay for that
privilege. No sex, but I got jerked off when it seemed appropriate. But God,
honey, I missed you."

"If we only knew. I guess we were really destined for each other." Kara got a
mock-severe expression on her face. "Now, slave, we need to discuss our
relationship from here on out. When I feel like it, I will kick your ass and
keep you in your place. You may ask for it, but if I'm not in the mood, forget
it. You will wear that collar at home to remind you of your subservience to
me. When we are in public you need not call me goddess, but here I expect you
to address me by that term."

"Yes Goddess," Bob replied quickly.

"Good. I've left the dungeon, but your friend Angie has offered me a job as a
personal trainer and session wrestler. I'll handle the submissives who want to
worship me. She and her staff are going to make sure I'm well trained, and I
will probably get stronger and become a better wrestler. I will, of course, be
testing my newfound strength and new techniques on you regularly."

"I can't wait, Goddess," Bob said.