Bob, part 1




How I grew into dominating my husband and both of us liking it!! Then tragedy
and then my life.

I met Bob while a freshman in college. We were such opposites in almost every
way possible except for one, our natural and unexplained attraction to one
another, which was shocking to both of us. I was a track and field athlete
since I was a young child and to this day still run marathons, mud runs and a
lot of other athletic events. I was always lean and kept my 5'8'' frame at
128lbs up until the last 5 years when I started lifting weights and I will
explain that part later. I was never that interested in school but much more
interested in my social life and little has changed in that department even
now that I am 36 years old. Being lean, strong and slightly muscular, aka a
great body, thank you very much, with what I will modestly add that I have
"very pretty features" kept me in constant company of men. My long brunette
hair and smile got a lot of attention too but my hourglass figure, hard body
and shapely breasts was what the guys loved. I cannot remember a time in my
life, going back to when I was 10, when boys/men did not follow me around. I
always had a boyfriend or two growing up and was always very popular, social
and outgoing. Bob was and is far more intellectual than I am and more
introverted than me too. Bob is a good looking guy but far from the most
handsome man I ever dated and never really the athlete. He is 5'11'' and 165
back then and maintained the same weight for the years to come!! I dated a lot
in college and afterwards, was engaged twice and let's say I was experienced
with men, I liked them and they loved me back. Bob did not date much at all.
Sounds like opposites and yes we are except there was always something I found
attractive and I can tell you what it is. His mind. Bob was a genius and I
mean that literally. He is an MD with a PhD and is the brightest most engaging
man I ever met and that was and still was, for the most part, very sexy to me.
Words flow out of his mouth with ease and beauty. He is so smart about
everything!! We eventually dated and got married and all of our friends called
us "the odd couple". Nobody, including me in a million years would have ever
thought I would end up with this physically very different man. All the men I
dated were terribly handsome with good strong bodies who were able to enjoy my
hard athletic body as well. Walking on a beach with Bob people have to wonder
how we are together, however, I don't care since I do love this man and we had
a great marriage and two beautiful children would soon follow us . His mind is
sexy, his words are sexy and he is totally worshipping me all the time. No
expense is too great, never says no to me and I love hearing about his work
and his thoughts. A Great man in many ways just physically not what I was ever
used to or made love too. As a nurse I have gotten to see him work and receive
the incredible respect he has earned and deserves.

Bob was certainly not the athlete but there is one sport he loved to watch and
knew everything about and that's boxing. Watched it live and on TV all the
time and we have traveled to watch some of his favorite boxers. Me on the
other hand I workout all the time, run, lift and do so to the point where I
developed quite the muscular and lean body I am proud of, I play tennis and
enjoy watching both baseball and football on TV since every guy I ever dated
was into those 2 sports I became knowledgeable and I got into watching with
them. I even went to three SuperBowls and two World Series which was really
fun. As my working out progressed I hired a physical trainer to develop more
strength, since I noticed that the more I lifted the stronger I got,
naturally, I noticed I liked feeling strong. Plus I loved the looks I was
getting from strangers, both men and women plus all the questions my friends
were asking me about my muscles. I was having fun plus working in the same
hospital as a nurse that Bob was in and having everyone notice my figure/body
and growing muscles was fun too. I knew all of his doctor friends wondered how
we ended up together and I enjoyed those questions, although hidden in
jealousy from both them and their wives, was entertaining too and Bob and I
laughed about it all the time . Then when my friends started asking me to flex
for them, both men and women of course and seeing the look in their faces when
I did it became a MAJOR and SERIOUS turn on for me. I hired this trainer, a
ranked professional physique model, I wanted to gain some more muscles but I
wanted to keep it under control meaning not manly as they say. Because I was
always an athlete and lean I always had noticeable muscles but nothing like I
am now. Well, I got VERY into the whole process to the point I thought about
it all the time, Bob liked it and strangers were always asking me things and
getting asked to arm wrestle with guys at work and other places and BEATING
THEM , which I swear to Jesus I almost came in my dress the first time I beat
this cute intern. The look in his face ... ... OMG, I will never forget it,
seeing his face turn red as I slammed his arm down to the table in front of 20
other people and then seeing his erection when he stood up was priceless. He
was my little puppy dog since then, getting me my coffee and starting my car
when it is too hot or cold outside to make sure the temperature is just right.
Awesome!! I beat 4 of his friends after that including one big guy who was
rather upset after I slammed his arm down and posed my biceps for everyone
afterwards. It was very cool. I had to buy all new clothes since my body was
changing and being in the lockerroom after a serious workout and seeing the
other women trying in secret to grab a look at me as I changed or did my hair
made me as horny as ever. The whole time Bob was as encouraging as he always
was with me regarding everything I ever did. Yeah, he knew I was stronger than
him even before I started working out so of course he knew it now. I became
super dominant in bed, and around the house and he was into it and it was
great. I love when he is whispering in my ear and telling me so in so , one of
our friends, had a chubby the whole time during dinner as he stared at my
pecs, biceps or shoulders. It was great. At that point I added on enough
weight, 100% all muscle to where I was 137 pounds and now I am 141!!That is a
huge jump for where I was always at plus between the bench pressing and push
ups and the added weight my breasts were REALLY fucking outrageous and besides
all the attention that gave me it made Bob super happy which makes me super
happy . Seeing people for the first time that I have not seen in years was
priceless as they could not take their eyes off me. I felt empowered. I had
Bob cleaning the house naked for me as I taunted him and he would jerkoff in
every single room eventually, I had him showering me and shaving my legs and
putting powder and oils on me and totally worshipping all of my muscles and
telling me how beautiful I am and of course having him wear panties and a bra
under his clothes when we went out to dinner with friends made me so crazy
horny that we fucked like teenagers both before and afterwards and he got to
the point where we would both shop for bras and panties for HIM. It was great.
I love him so much!! But never did I go too far with him, never thought about
using a strap on or anything like that and would never demean him to the point
where he was not happy. I would put him on a dog leash and have him eating out
of a dog bowl as I gave him a handjob and we did all kinds of things that we
BOTH loved doing. It was all done for fun and we both enjoyed the hell out of
it. The roll playing and all was incredibly great. Very often when I was
posing for Bob and had him pinned against the wall or something and I was
saying things to demean him (in a measured and good way and fun way) as he
talked about my washboard abs and muscles he would want to hit my abs like
they did in boxing. For a long time I was against any kind of real violence
like that. I mean he was not the athlete, that we knew, but he was a grown man
and hitting my abs or anything else was nothing I wanted to do. Yet I knew he
loved boxing and he was dying to do so and I eventually allowed him to try. To
my amazement, even though we built up to allowing him full force blows he was
unable to hurt me. At the beginning it was scary for me but after a while I
got very into it. Seeing him punch away at my abs as he wore a bra and panties
and I was topless and breaking a sweat and trying as hard as he could for
upwards of a full minute and NOT hurting me was VERY VERY hot, for both of us.
I loved every second of it and he did too and pleasing my man was always
paramount. No, I never hit him in his abs since we both knew I would hurt him
and hurting is something I would never do.

Secretly, I took up boxing!!! No, not to be a fighter, that is not me or so I
thought, just to get in even better shape as the trainer suggested plus and
most importantly to surprise Bob since he loved that sport so much. Like
everything else I did I dove in head first. I remember being anxious for the
first group class as I never wore gloves or wraps or ever threw a punch. I
walked into the class wearing my usual sportsbra and skimpy shorts when every
eye fell on me, it was uncomfortable. I got dirty looks from the women who I
knew were jealous over my physique, many of whom looked in decent shape to me
although nothing Like me and as usual, even before all of these muscles I had
a better body than them, all the guys looked me over many times. The guy
leading the class was a cutie and as expected he came over to "the new girl"
to help me out and wrap my hands. After a fast introduction he started
wrapping my hands and with my arm bent like that he commented on my biceps
which was pretty cool and flattering. He tried his hardest during the class to
flirt with me but I am a very married and in love woman so he had no choice,
but this guy was hot, no question. I progressed from the beginner's class to
the intermediate class, where they said we would do some real sparring, and I
was looking forward to that. The real goal was to surprise Bob for his
birthday to show him what I learned and how much of a "boxer" I am JUST FOR
HIM!!

The intermediate class was hardcore compared to the beginner's class or at
least it was for me. There were 24 of us but just 6 women. I was scared yet
confident as I looked around the room I was by far the strongest looking girl
and figured I could beat 3/4 of the guys at some strength or endurance
contest. The instructor was a very handsome black guy with a body to die for.
I would never cheat on Bob, no way, but that did not stop my mind from going
to places as I was dominating Bob. In any event, this was hardcore in terms of
training and eventually sparring. The instructor took me to a new level of
fitness as my body got even harder and I mean rock solid hard, my endurance
from running was always at a high level and jumping rope was my thing so I
looked like a star from the beginning. But boxing was different and all the
things he made us do was tiring yet I still loved it. The whole time I was
worried about the real sparring he told us was upcoming.

That day came and I swear I was as nervous as ever. First, I don't have it in
me to hurt anyone and second I do not want to be punched in my face!!!! But I
knew I had to suck it up and on that day he picked me and some guy out of the
group to "face off". Yuk!!!! The guy was about my age, cute guy too, he was
2-3 inches taller and had to have 40 pounds on me. Obviously he was in good
shape but we never really spoke to one another. I stood there in my sportsbra
with my nipples popping out big time and not because I was turned on either,
that is FOR SURE, I felt strong, no question and I looked stronger than this
guy I was facing off with. I felt confident in some ways and very scared in
others. I had 12 oz gloves on, a mouthpiece and cage/headgear thing protecting
my precious face. However, I knew my body was exposed and even though I have
all the muscles any woman could dream of and for that matter I have as much
muscle than 75% of all the men could dream of I was scared. The instructor
told us we would fight 2 rounds of 3-minutes each and that we should go all
out with him as the ref to make sure all went well. GULP!!! My knees were
shaking as I stood at one end of the mat and him on the other. When Darelle
yelled "GO" I moved forward trying to remember everything I was taught. My
head was swimming trying to remember all that I was taught plus I was scared
shitless.

I walked towards him VERY cautiously and was measuring my distance as I was
taught and figured now was as good time as any so I threw 2 jabs and a right
hook. I think my eyes were closed, ha ha, but all three landed to his face,
which was mostly protected by this cage thing. I was really pleased and
surprised as I saw his head jerk back from the force of my blows. He was angry
that he was embarrassed by me and he did exactly what we were taught NOT to
do, and that is to lose composure and come in with wild swings as the class
was cheering me on. I saw that from a mile away and easily ducked away from
his charge and made him look stupid I have to say. He looked foolish and I was
in my stance and totally composed, but still scared. Darelle told him to get
his shit together and come in like a man and when I heard him say that I loved
it. He just told this guy to fight like a man because I landed the first blows
with precision and force! VERY COOL indeed. Now he stood in front of me
looking confused so I took advantage. I started again with the same 3 punch
combo and they all landed again and harder and as his head jerked back and he
kind of stumbled back a little I dug a beautiful hook under his ribs with my
right hand and I heard a UGH, OUCH and he bent over and tried to back up but I
was all over him and landed a left hook to his slightly exposed jaw and he
went down. YES, went down as in like the canvas down. That took a few seconds
to register in my head, like did he trip or something? Darelle was furious
with him and meantime I am ready to pat myself on the back and the class went
crazy and I was beside myself with shock and joy. I was on my toes thinking I
was a big deal and I felt amazing. Darelle stayed with this young man on the
canvas and had to help him up and they spoke for a while. Now the BEST part.
As I was being congratulated by the class Darelle motioned me to come over and
congratulate each other on the sparring session. HOLY SHIT I thought to
myself. What just happened? So now with the mouthpiece out, headgear cage
thing off and my hair flowing down, sweating and elated I had to go over to
this man and when I did I felt emotions I never knew existed. A true physical
experience as I hugged this man, a MAN, a man I just pummeled to the canvas
with these muscular arms and strong body, a man who has to be totally
humiliated. As I hugged him I felt stronger than he was and I am sure I was, I
felt my biceps and pecs grow stronger as I held him and said "good fight" even
though I knew it was a one sided beating, yes a beating. I could have held him
forever as my pussy was wet and my nipples could cut glass and that was
embarrassing to me but I could not control the feelings I felt a stirring like
I get with Bob before I take him to bed, take him like I always do. It was a
GREAT GREAT feeling. I could not wait to get home and make love to Bob which I
did IMMEDIATELY. It was amazing and he had no idea why I was so "pepped up" as
he said. Truth be told I did not make love with Bob, I fucked him like a wild
woman, I was lost in myself, lost in my muscles and power and lost in the
excitement of beating this guy and lost in the expression of defeat on his
face. Even on the drive home I was picturing him driving to his house to his
wife or girlfriend and the shame and dejection he must have felt. How could he
face his woman now? How can she think that he is her protector, her man. At
least in my case Bob and I know who the stronger one is, who wears the pants
in the bedroom at least. Anyway, I fucked Bob twice that night and was rather
dominant and he loved it but he had no idea what I just accomplished.

One benefit of my training-----I was also a "bad girl" compared to the
straight laced Bob. I drank, I got high, I smoked when I drank sometimes, I
slept with my share of guys, I even had 3 girl on girl experiences in college.
I still drink more than Bob and sometimes I even have a cigarette when I drink
a lot. He hates when I do and we all know what a dirty and dangerous habit it
is but the 10-20 I have per year should not kill me, I hope. At one boring
hospital function that was black tie I was drinking a fair amount when one of
Bob's partners invited me outside for a cigarette and I joined him. He was a
very handsome man, 5 years okder than us and married with children. He was
coming on to me strong and was getting a little too close for comfort as he
told me how much my body turned me on and how much his wife talked about my
abs and biceps and how jealous she was and all of the other woman. I really
did not care. He got in my space way too much and he was drunk for sure so I
pushed him away, literally pushed him. He said " do you really think you are
strong enough to keep me away?" with that I threw, as I was taught, 4 hooks
into his soft belly and he dropped to the floor in the fetal position!!!!! I
was amazed at my speed, accuracy and strength and stood over him with my fists
clinched HOPEING he would get up. I was pissed the hell off that he was so
forward with me. He layed there for like 10 minutes and eventually stood up
and was coughing. I grabbed him by his hair and made him apologize to me for
being an asshole and he did whisper an apology. Then I said I am going back in
now and you can tell your stick skinny fake wife with her disgusting fake tits
that I just dropped you like a child or we can keep this private. He kind of
stood up straight, the best he could and just said "private, private please, I
am sorry, please private" and I walked away feeling like super woman. I saw
him later on, with the fake wife and walked over and started talking to her
and literally did a double bicep pose in front of her and asked he if she
liked all of my muscles. The look on her face of jealousy was priceless. Yes,
she did touch them!!!

The trainer who ran the class thought I had real promise as a fighter. I
thought, no thanks, I am not going to be a "real fighter" I just want to show
my man, Bob, what I have done for him. In any event, the trainer wanted us to
travel from CT. to NYC to see some "real fights", which was fine by me since I
have already seen some real fights with Bob. We drove into this shitty area
and entered thru these doors guarded by what is best described as the scariest
men I ever saw in my life. It was frightening. Once inside it stunk, it was
loud and it was raucous. The place was called the "Underground" and it was all
this fistfighting craziness, nothing like I have ever seen before. The first 4
matches between gigunda men was as bloody as the Colosseum during the Roman
times. Fistfighting with mouthpieces only, raw fists, blood everywhere and
each fight ended in these stone cold ugly knockouts with people screaming like
I never heard before. It was a scary place to be and I hated it. It was awful
in every way, totally not what I am about. The next 3 fights were women.
Meantime I was holding on to the trainer for dear life I swear. The first two
women punched and kicked themselves into piles of blood and tears when the
smaller one landed, I am not sure, 10, 12 unanswered punches into this other
women's mouth and layed her out spread eagle like a snow angel and while she
was down and very clearly unconscious she bent down and punched her several
more times until the ref, literally, kicked her away. Quite disgusting!!
Horrendous to watch and I wanted to leave IMMEDIATELY!!!!! The trainer told me
to watch just one more and we could leave. I was not happy. The next bout was
again women but these two were different. One was a big lady, in every way.
She had to be 6 feet tall, big boobs, a very small waste and a shaved head yet
attractive. Muscular to the point, with her size, that I am sure she was a
bouncer somewhere or something similar and nobody I ever wanted to be near in
any way at all, certainly never to fight her. A very intimidating character
who looked like she would beat the shit out of anyone she faced off against,
man or woman. The other woman I have to say was really a spectacularly
beautiful woman, a foreigner they said from the Middle East. Not only a
beautiful lady but a body I wished I had and believe me I rarely have said
that in my entire life!! . I consider my body to be excellent in most ways and
everyone seems to agree with me and yes I know I am lucky but I do work at it
all the time. This woman was at a different level, I hate to say it since I am
not in the business of complimenting other women's bodies but hers was
amazing. It was as close to perfection as I could imagine. Perfectly
proportioned, better abs than mine, very very fit and muscular looking but not
that bodybuilder look. She was also very pretty and feminine looking. I have
great abs from track and now from boxing training but hers were far better.
They rippled a full eight pack, no question and she had all of these oblique
defined muscles on her sides, VERY impressive I have to say. Her back, arms
and everything screamed musles and power but yet still feminine. Anyway, this
fight was a short one even though I would have bet my life the big woman would
have won. Not the case at all. The smaller one, although not small, she had to
be 5'8 clobbered her with speed and skill that I never saw before in my life.
The shorter one wore a perfectly matching sportsbra and short combo that she
could have worn outside in a lot of places compared to the other women and
what they wore to fight at this grungy disgusting club. The big girl was
knocked out cold and I mean cold to the cheers of these maniacs. Her punches
were fast, her defense was superb and apparently she was powerful as all get
out. It was deafening the noise. It was over fast with the big girl's punches
missing a lot since the smaller one had great instincts obviously. The small
one connected with a lot of punches to the other girl's body and face and each
punch, as my trainer was saying, was thrown with bad intentions. I never heard
that term before but it fit perfectly in this case. The trainer asked if I
would fight her next. I looked up at him and thought yes sure, if I had a gun
maybe. I told him no way. The last fight we stayed for was between this same
Middle Eastern beauty, probably a model by day I bet, and a guy. A guy!!!!
Even though we were supposed to leave I was very curious to see this. Even
though the smell was terrible. And not A Bob type guy or the guy I beatup
(yes!!! Ha ha) this guy was built and supposedly a fighter too. Well Ms Middle
Eastern jabbed this guy with speed and skill until he was out on his bloody
feet and then threw off her sports bra and walked around a little as her
opponent swayed back and forth and had no idea where he was until she walked
over to him and with one measured right hook, as she was still topless for
some reason, hit him so hard that blood sprayed and actually hit my arms which
was gross and he spun around 360 degrees and flopped face first on the mats
unconscious as a dead man. The place erupted as she walked around strutting
her shit to the cheers of everyone. I saw enough and walked out holding the
trainer and never wanted to be anywhere near this type of thing again. I just
wanted to do some light boxing and show Bob for his birthday. This place, The
Underground, was not my style in any way shape or form. I was looking forward
to getting back to my little controlled world where I can become a better
boxer for only ONE reason, to impress my man, the man I love. Yes, I was a
little more geared up to spar the other women and a guy here or there but the
bottomline I wanted to impress my guy. I will never forget that Middle Eastern
looking girl since she had everything I could have dreamed of and then some
but again not my style. I later learned she was an Israeli but knew nothing
more then that nor did I care to learn anything more about anyone at that
disgusting place.

My trainer convinced me to fight the same guy I beat the other day once again.
It seems that he has been asking for a rematch against me and of course I do
not blame him one bit. Shit, I beat him so easily and I know how humiliating
that was for him, afterall he is a man, ha ha. I was not keen on the idea for
a few reasons. One, maybe I was lucky and I do not want some man, an angry
pissed off man, beating on my face and two read number one, ha ha ha. I know I
was as strong as him, I know my stamina was better since I was and still am a
runner but still. So as time went on the trainer said that the other girls
were not happy about sparring with me based on what they saw I did to that guy
so he said, I had no choice but to fight him again. I gave in but did not want
to fight in front of eberyone just in case I lost so we agreed to fight at 8Am
on Sunday morning when nobody would be at the gym and only me, my trainer and
that guy would be there. We would fight SIX rounds, 8 oz gloves and no
headgear. A REAL fight!! I trained like hell for this one over 3 weeks, I
trained harder than ever and Bob was noticing the changes in my body.
Seriously now, my body was one huge muscle, I was harder than ever, my abs,
pecs, back, arms were BUSTING with muscles and I mean BUSTING. I was gaining
weight which was tremendous and maxed at 144 lbs of SOLID, sexual and loving
it muscles. I was benching 160lbs and doing things that were outrageous for
me. EVERYONE was noticing the changes in my body, and I mean everyone. People
at work asking me to flex, asking to feel my abs I mean it was fun. Bob was
having the most fun as I played with him setting him up for my real boxing
show. Meantime I would wear lingerie and boxing gloves and play with him and
it was GREAT!!!!

Fight morning- I was so fucking nervous. I knew I had to do this and I arrived
at 7AM to warm up but the gym was closed and nobody was there so I was hanging
out by the front door when the other guy shows up which was super awkward
since we barely exchanged a word since I beat the shit out of him. It was a
warm morning and there we stood face to face trying to make small talk. I was
checking him out and visa versa when he said, seems like you added on some
muscle? I thought I would die when he said that. Damn right I sdaid and I
flexed a double bicep pose and the look in his face said to me, I own this guy
now, he saw the added strength and muscles and I am telling you I was LOVING
THIS. I said to him, oh you look the pretty much the same and I hope I don't
knock you out again. He got very angry and told me he took it easy on me the
last fight but this time no mercy and he was going to fight me like I was a
guy. I smiled and said, not only am I going to beat the fucking shit out of
you I am going to humiliate you as I do it. He freaked out because thankfully
the trainer showed up and separated us. I was having some fun I have to say
and feeling a little better about myself in terms of nerves. While getting my
gloves on I was noticing my body in more detail as the feeling of getting
ready to fight was overwhelming. I felt strong and sexy, I felt powerful
looking at myself naked in the mirror seeing my broad shoulders, biceps
busting out of my skin, defined chest muscles making my rather substantial
breasts seem hard and commanding, my abs flat and defined from a million
situps as I breathed deep watching all of my new muscles expand, I was feeling
confident and less scared. The trainer came in when I was dressed and told me
that my opponent was going to come out fast and aggressive to knock me out to
get revenge for the last fight which humiliated him in front of the entire
class and how much that beat down fucked with his head and affected his
girlfriend and buddies at home, all of whom heard about what happened. I
should be ready he mentioned.

This was my first time actually fighting in a ring since all I have ever done
was fight on the mats. Climbing under the ropes and getting the feel of a real
ring was inspiring to me. I was wearing a black sportsbra and black trunks
with black boxing shoes and the 8 oz gloves felt so light I was excited.
Seeing my very determined opponent across the ring got me even more excited as
I KNOW and believe me it was palpable, that the flexing and baloney that
occurred outside the gym intimidated him somewhat and he would not make eye
contact with me in the ring. The trainer brought us to the middle of the ring
and I felt amazing. My chest was sticking out and I felt my nipples already
tightened, I was sweating a lot from a long warm up and was very excited with
these small gloves to attack him, more than last time. He still was not making
eye contact and I loved it as he stared at the floor. The trainer gave us
instructions and that told us to touch gloves which we did but still no eye
contact, he was scared and I LOVED it.

It was time------- The trainer yelled GO and we stepped towards each other and
he went on the attack, exactly doing what he was taught not to do. A huge
overhand right sailed over my head followed by a wild left that was not close.
I circled to my right and landed 2 perfect jabs to that same nose I battered
the last time and both were THUD sounding punches by new found strength. Those
got his attention. He began to stalk me and I bobbed and weaved like I was
taught and after he threw some hooks that landed on my muscled arms I landed 4
consecutive jabs to his face, all hard and all to his mouth, eye and nose. I
felt great as I saw a trickle of blood from his nose and I smiled. He managed
to bore his way inside and backed me up against the ropes and was throwing a
LOT of punches in my abs, most were blocked by my elbows but some got in and
that was fine, I took em' all and he was getting frustrated by that. I
returned the favor by pushing him off me, which I did easier than I thought
which was a testament to my new strength and muscles and pounded his belly
with 4 hooks and 2 uppercuts ALL of which landed and hurt him as I felt him
weaken a drop and then he tied me up. The trainer separated us and warned him
for holding which was great for my ego. I felt my biceps filling with blood
and they looked big and defined and I knew he noticed them. I got back in my
stance and for the rest of the round we traded a few shots but my jab was
taking its toll on his face and his manhood. The round ended with him bleeding
a little, some welts on his belly and in a total sweat pile. I know he thought
this would have been over by now. I had a slight swelling under my right eye
but felt strong.

Round 2- I walked right at him and threw a strait right that landed flush!!
Seeing his knees buckle and the expression on his face change from aggression
to depression was awesome. He immediately retreated towards the ropes and I
walked towards him wanting nothing more than to beat on him until he dropped,
I wanted to bloody him, hurt him and remind him that I am physically stronger
and a better fighter. He was covering up when I went ape shit on him throwing
punches from all angles and with all of my might for the next 20 seconds or so
although few landed I was hurting him. I stepped back to catch my breath and
yelled " cmon pussy fight" and that pissed him off and he uncovered from the
cocoon he was in and stood straight up. What I noticed was this man had a
great body, MUCH better than Bob's, that was obvious, I saw some swelling
under one eye, some dried blood under his nose and all of that was turning me
on that I was breaking down this man physically, second by second, but what
got me REALLY excited was the fact that I was breaking him emotionally, I saw
it on his face and I LOVED it. He walked towards me and landed some nice jabs
himself and we traded a few punches in the middle of the ring. How
demoralizing for him I thought. Here stood a woman, yes a woman, who was
clearly physically stronger but even after you stood chest to chest in the
middle of the ring and landed clean shots she was still there all too ready to
beat the shit out of him. I took control the rest of the round and finally
dropped him to the canvas with a 6 punch body attack that left him on all 4's
as the trainer started to count. He got to 6 when the round ended but he
stayed there for another few seconds. It was great to see. I stood in my
corner in between rounds relishing in my muscles, my power and the fact I was
winning this fight easier than I thought. These 8 oz gloves are so light I
loved them and just could not wait for the next round. He stood there too but
looked shitty. Breathing hard, bloody and hurt. Since the gym was empty I
could speak to him across the ring easily and said " anytime you want me to
stop beating you just let me know" "hey, if you want to avoid a trip to the
emergency room and being knocked out like a dead macho asshole just tell him"
as I nodded my head to the trainer who was smiling at me and shaking my head
during that exchange. Then I flexed my now rather impressive biceps and
pounded my gloves together.

Round 3- I felt amazing, like never before. I felt powerful, strong, and
dominant, in control, seriously felt like a REAL fighter for the first time,
confident and getting off on my muscles, my domination and was looking forward
to punishing my poor opponent.

I walked towards him, he looked beaten and bloody, tired and defeated. I felt
a slight swelling over my left eye but cared less. In the fighting position I
felt the swelling of my now very impressive biceps, my chest felt STRONG, my
abs felt like he could pound on them without feeling any pain at all, I felt
like a grown woman fighting a little boy even though he was bigger and a man.
I walked towards him and landed 4 consecutive jabs to his mouth and a right
hook to his ribs- all crashing on his body and all great shots. Those jabs
were hurting him physically and emotionally and the right hook caused him to
yelp in pain with this high pitched sickening sound, sickening for him at
least. My nipples were popping out of my sweaty sportsbra because I was in
fact getting off on beating him. Picturing how crazy in love Bob would be if
he saw this destruction and the progress I have made. GREAT. He came at me but
I blocked most of his weak shots, it was great being so strong. I landed
several more jabs and then a strait right that wobbled him and made him back
up to the ropes. I swear I felt my pussy dripping like an orgasm was about to
happen. Unreal experience. I rushed to his broken body as it was against the
ropes covering up. I pushed my hard VERY hard body against his and started
methodically breaking it down with body blows. His head resting on my shoulder
hearing the wind get knocked out of his body as I robbed his strength with
each targeted body blow. Hearing his pain, umph, agh, ugh, with each blow was
orgasmic for me. His weak blows bouncing off my body felt GREAT, I LOVED it. I
heard his whisper "PLEASE STOP" and I backed off him to look in his eyes to
make sure I heard it right. When I did I saw tears in his eyes and I swear to
Christ I began to orgasm. I even made the sounds I make when Bob is fucking
me. That lasted about 5 seconds I think before I felt my right fist, with that
small 8 oz glove crashing against his jaw. It was like an out of body
experience. I saw it happen and then saw his eyes close, he bounced off the
ropes and I landed, like it was in slow motion, a left hook, and a perfect
unscrewed perfectly balanced left hook to his face, his eyes were closed and
he was falling forward, that jerked his neck to the side with a violence and
force I NEVER saw in my life, blood squirted out of his mouth, his mouthpiece
went flying and he fell face forward to the mat. It was like watching a movie
I swear to Christ. His body BOUNCED off the mat a few inches. The gym was
stone quiet at that point. I stood over him and I LITERALLY had an orgasm and
when I opened my own eyes after a fast orgasm, a surreal orgasm, the trainer
was on his knees tending to my opponent as I leaned against the ropes
watching. I was holding myself up, exhausted from beating the mother out of
this man and experiencing an orgasm standing up after this physical contest. I
put my glove by my crotch and just rubbed it as I was in a place, an orgasmic
place, I was never in before and slightly embarrassed to be honest. I turned
my back on the scene on the mat and put my gloves on the top rope and was in
heaven. I turned around and my trainer was standing there face to face to me
smiling. Smiling ear to ear he said " nice job and I see you liked it as much
as he did, and he pointed to him curled up like a baby crying, beaten and
humiliated. He said, go ahead, talk to him and enjoy yourself you earned it. I
paused and thought of what to say and could only imagine how humiliated he
felt. I got on my knees next to him and took off my gloves and still having my
hands wrapped I put my hand on his head and felt him shaking out of pain, out
of humiliation, out of his mind I was sure. This was an awful one sided beat
down and I actually knocked him out but first beat him terribly. I put my head
next to his and asked him if he was OK even though I knew he wasn't and he
barely answered me. I looked around and the trainer left the gym which was
good as this had to be a private moment between us. I hugged him and told him
I was sorry for beating him so badly and when he heard me say that he sobbed
more and I told him I won't tell ANYONE about this. Meantime I felt my nipples
getting hard as I was looking at my muscular arms as I held him and knowing
what I just accomplished. I turned him over on his back so we could talk like
adults and that was AMAZING. Seeing the damage I did was just surreal, seeing
his swollen eyes from my powerful jabs and his crying was also surreal. I put
my wrapped hand on his face and took off his gloves and took his left hand on
purposely put it on my right bicep. I was getting dominant and I was loving
this. This larger strong man, a man who practiced boxing and has beaten others
and I even heard him brag, several times as guys do, about punching some other
guy out here and there. I looked in his eyes picturing how much MY MAN will
love this sooner than later. I said things I shouldn't but I was into it. I
said, "look I just beat the fuck out of you with ease, I am stronger and a
better fighter and you will never forget this, will you? He muttered a no and
looked away. With my hand firmly on his sore bruised and battered face I
turned his head to face me and I said " the proper response is to look in my
eyes and say yes ma'am, understood? It took a few seconds but he meakly said,
yes ma'am. This was great!!! I got on my knees and took off my top and started
posing like never before as he watched and started breathing heavily and I
knew he loved my body, everyone always did but nothing like now with the
muscles everywhere. I stopped for a second and told him to pull off his shorts
and protective gear and he did and he was laying there with this huge erection
and I was LOVING IT. I was getting off on this scene seeing this beaten man,
generally a nice guy too, with his big erection over MY BODY. I do not cheat
on my man and would not start with this loser who I just knocked out and
totally fucked him up for life as a result but that did not start him from
playing with himself and when he did he was saying amazing things about me and
my body- how strong I was- how good a fighter I was- how pretty I was and he
loved my body and went into detail about that. I stood up and over him as he
jerked off RIGHT THERE IN THE RING IN FRONT OF ME. It was glorious, really
glorious. I stared at him after he finished and got back down on my knees next
to him and straddled him and pinned his arms to the mat as my breasts hung
into his battered face and told him NEVER again to challenge me or I will beat
him in public in front of his friends and girlfriend, who I knew by the way.
His eyes teared up and said no ma'am I will never fight you again, please
ma'am let me up now. I was loving it. I told him to stay on the mat for
another 30 minutes until I am done showering and he said yes ma'am. I took my
time in the shower and it was closer to 45 minutes by the time I came out of
the lockers to the gym and there he was prone on the mat. Running my own hands
over my hard muscular body thinking of what I just did to this grown man, how
I punched him into another world, how his face went from normal to swollen and
bleeding, how his punches bounced off these rock hard abdominals was making me
so horny I could not take it and I started playing with my pussy and it felt
so good, then picturing how Bob will react to all of this was fantastic. I got
out of the shower and I felt like a trillion dollars wearing an awesome
braless top with 1/4 sleeves to show off my biceps that were pumped, it also
highlighted my firm and large breasts and figure too. I did not get back in
the ring and instead just said, OK you can go shower now, see you in class and
I left. Seeing his defeated face, bruised and dejected was great even though I
did feel badly for him knowing he had to live with this insult for the rest of
his life. But it is what it is and that was not my problem. I left planning to
REALLLY showoff and play with MY MAN. I felt great, strong, muscled, in
control of my life, able to actually fight, literally box a man and KNOCK HIM
OUT. A new life for sure and one I want to share with my man!!!!! I was
planning Bob his best birthday present ever and was looking forward to having
children with him and a great life with this GREAT guy. And it was exactly
that for 11 years until horror struck our lives.

To be continued.