The Return of Mistress Lola
By Lola Powers, woteverlolawants@gmail.com
Mistress Lola is back with more firsthand accounts of her desires and adventures.


Mistress Lola is pleased to discover that her introductory story on Diana the
Valkyrie's has received 2299 hits in just five days! It makes Mistress Lola
happy to know that so many little male wimps are interested into glimpses of
Mistress Lola's life. It makes me wonder how many of you weak boys have read
my first story over and over and pleasured yourselves several times already.

How many of you have dreamed of caressing and kissing Mistress Lola's huge
biceps? How many of you have fantasized about feeling her strong, thickly
muscled legs wrapped around you? How many of you have imagined what it would
be like to trace the lines of her six-pack abs with your tongues? How many of
you little boys have touched yourselves as you envisioned what it would be like 
to be allowed to squeeze Mistress Lola's bubble butt or to suck her huge tits?

Or maybe you'd like to sit on Miss Lola's lap and be cradled in her oh so
powerful arms. Maybe you'd like for the strong Mistress Lola to rock you back
and forth and tell you that everything is going to be alright. Maybe you'd
like Miss Lola to whisper in your ear just how precious you are to her --
precious like a little baby. Maybe you'd like to call Mistress Lola
'Mommy'.

You know that if you were lucky enough to be one of Mistress Lola's
boyfriend/slaves that she would do almost anything to please you, right?
Mistress Lola loves to please her sweet little men as long as they are willing
to obey Mistress Lola and to worship the ground she walks on.

Most men are willing to worship the ground I walk on based on my incomparable
beauty alone. There is some dispute among my boyfriends as to which feature on
my gorgeous face is most beautiful. Some say it is my large, hypnotic eyes.
Other claim it's my delicate cheekbones. Still others can't resist kissing
the tip of sexy, tiny button of a nose. However, when it comes to kissing,
most of my boyfriends agree that my soft, lush lips are my most kissable
feature -- on my face anyway.

That's because many of my boyfriends can't seem to keep their lips off my
round, tight ass, and still others love to get down on their knees and kiss my
feet -- especially my cute little toes. Of course, I'm sure that much of the
ass and feet kissing has to with their desire to be dominated by me.

Men often tell Mistress Lola that she exudes power, and it makes them want to
grovel at her feet. Of course, I know this already. Mistress Lola is a
powerful Amazon Goddess, and she knows it. I'm not bragging when I say that 
I know I have a presence. I know that most men and a fair number of women feel
the desire to worship me. I know that others seek to worship me because so many 
are willing to get on their knees and beg me to allow them that privilege.

After all, I am a heavily muscled, 6'2" stunningly beautiful woman. When I flex 
my muscles they are bigger than most male professional athletes, and even those 
men who have bigger muscles don't possess even half of my phenomenal strength. 
Whenever I meet a man who thinks he is stronger than I am, I relish to opportunity 
to prove him wrong.

And, of course, I've hardly mentioned my gravity-defying, enormous breasts.
As I stated in my first story, I'm not sure what cup size they are because I
never wear a bra. I don't need to since my breasts hardly sag at all. They
only sag enough to make it clear that they are 100% soft flesh and hot blood.
They have the unmistakable look and feel of natural breasts even though they
are much bigger than most women who have had breast implants.

One of the things Mistress Lola likes to do the most with her huge tits is to
hold one of her boyfriends in the air with her hands on his ass while he fucks
her huge tits. I've been told that the feeling of having your dick squeezed
between to enormous, soft melons while being held aloft is one of the most
erotically charged sensations in the world.

I've also been told that being held over a powerful Amazon's head while she
sucks your dick is an amazing experience. Lucky for my boyfriends I like to do
that to!

Now, I'm going to tell you about one of my recent sexperiences with one of
my boyfriends. We'll call this particular boyfriend Ponty.

Ponty is in his late thirties, around 5'5", has thinning hair and a cute little 
pot belly. In other words, he is just the kind of nerdy, little wimp that 
Mistress Lola loves to play with. (She also loves fatties.)

Anyway, Ponty looks just like the stereotypical little, wimp schoolteacher.
Maybe that's why he has such a fetish for powerful, bratty schoolgirls. He
told me his fantasy in detail, and I did everything I could to make it come
(or is that cum) true.

Ponty dressed up as a stern teacher complete with a slightly worn out, ill
fitting suit with a little red bowtie. I dressed as a slutty schoolgirl. My tie 
was lose, and my blouse was unbuttoned just enough to expose my massive cleavage.

My knee-high stocking were stretched tight over my bulging calves and reached
almost up to my large, muscular thighs. My plaid skirt, barely covered my big,
tight ass and when I moved a certain way, my tiny white cotton panties could
be fleetingly glimpsed.

I did up my hair and make-up so that I looked like a schoolgirl. The plan was
for me to go into the bar where Ponty was already drinking. He was going to
pretend to be one of my teachers and to scold me for being in a bar the night
before a major test. (I should point out that the bartender at this bar knows
me and knows that I'm twenty-two years old. He's seen me role-play like this
many times before.)

Anyway, the plan was for Ponty to scold me and for me to act like a brat. Then
he was going to demand that I leave with him. Afterwards, the plan was for us
to go to his place where I was to seduce and enslave him with my physical
charms. That was the plan anyway.

I went into the bar, looking like the strongest and sexiest schoolgirl EVER. I
saw Ponty already sitting at the bar. I sat about five stools away and banged
my fist on the bar and said very loudly, 'Barkeep bring me a gin and tonic!
I'm thirsty.'

Ponty -- or should I say 'Mr. Ponty' -- looked over at me and said, 'Susie? Is
that you?'

I rolled my eyes, 'Mr. Jenkins? What are YOU doing here?'

'The more important question, young lady, is what are YOU doing here. This is
not an appropriate environment for a young lady such as yourself. Besides, you
have a major test in my class tomorrow!'

'Test, schmest,' I replied, 'I don't care about no stinkin' test!'

'See there, young lady, you just used a double negative! That EXACTLY why you
DO need to care more about your studies! How do you expect to ever meet a
proper young man with lazy speech habits like that?'

Things were going along fine when suddenly these two, younger, Joe-college
types stepped in between Ponty and me. They looked like they might have been
football players. They were big enough to be. They were both around my height
of 6'2', and they were both in great shape with big muscles.

Now, if you read Mistress Lola's first story, you know that these muscular
type men who go around sticking their noses into other people's business are
exactly the kind of men that Mistress Lola DOESN'T go for. These guys are
always so stuck on themselves. Mistress Lola can't stand that! She likes
sensitive men who really know how to appreciate a woman who is many times
stronger than they are.

One of the college guys said to Ponty, 'Now just hold on a minute, shrimp,
she's not bothering anyone. In fact, I think she's perfect just the way she
is.' Then he flashed me one of those I'm-so-handsome smiles. PUKE!

Ponty spoke up for himself. 'Now see here, young man!'

That's when Joe College II jumped in. 'No! YOU see here, you old fuck! Leave
us alone while my friend here picks up this hottie.'

This idiotic comment caused me to let out a loud snort. 'First of all,' I
said, 'Don't talk to him that way. He's with me. Second, the chances of me
ever being 'picked-up' by either one of you bozos are slim and none, and
Slim just left town!'

That's when the first one said to me, 'You mean to tell me that you'd pick
this little shrimp over me?' He said it like it was the most unthinkable
thing in the world. To Mistress Lola it wasn't even a contest. Mistress Lola
will always pick an adorable wimp over some handsome, muscular,
stuck-on-himself jock type.

'You heard what she said,' Ponty interjected.

That's when the second one grabbed Ponty by his collar and said, 'Who asked
you to talk, little fuck? If I want any shit out of you, I'll squeeze your head!'

Mistress Lola had seen and heard enough. I grabbed Joe College II by the back
of his collar with one hand and lifted him off the ground. Then I shook him
violently and said, 'I thought I told you to not talk to him that way.'

When I mercifully set him back down on the ground, the foolish gorilla turned
around and punched me hard in my rock solid abs. I could have easily dodged
his swing, but why bother? I knew that his weak male blow wouldn't hurt me.

He let out a yell like a wounded bear and shook his fist in pain. Then he
threw another punch with his other fist. This one was aimed at my face. I
wasn't worried about him hurting me, but I was afraid that he might smudge my
make-up so I quickly threw up my own hand and caught his fist.

Even though his fist was much larger than my hand, when I began to squeeze, he
quickly dropped to his knees. He was obviously in excruciating pain, which is
nothing less than I expected. I knew that with my vastly superior feminine
power I could have broken every bone in his hand without even trying. Luckily
for him I was in a generous mood. Instead of leaving his hand a useless mass
of flesh, blood and shattered bones, I eventually let him go after he
apologized profusely to dear, sweet Ponty.

Of course, his friend tried to intervene, but I was able to block his feeble
attacks with one hand while still squeezing the fist of his companion. At one
point I caught one of his fists in my other hand, and I had them both on their
knees crying and begging for mercy. I was really tempted to turn the first
guy's hand into paste with my strong grip. I was insulted that he'd had the
effrontery to try and pick me up like he had. However, in the end I let them
both go with no more than one or two broken bones in their hands.

With our role-playing ruined, Ponty and I decided to go back to his place. In
the past, Ponty was one of my boyfriends who was more fixated on my perfect
bubble butt and my huge tits than he was on my awesome strength. However,
after seeing me turn two big, strong college athletes into crying, groveling
wimps, he became equally fixated on my big muscles and awesome power.

He went on and on about how strong and impressive I was. 'And I did it all to
protect you, my sweet baby boy,' I reminded him. I have to admit that what I
said wasn't entirely true. I probably would have beaten up those two even if
they hadn't threatened Ponty. As I said earlier, I just don't care for those
muscular, over-confident jock types. I love putting them in their place which
is on the ground at my feet.

In order to please Ponty, I stripped down to my white cotton panties and did
several sexy muscle flexing poses for him. Then I let him kiss and lick my
biceps for a while. I also let him kiss and nibble on my sexy, round booty
before I gave him a midair titty fuck. Then we fucked for a while.

After that I had to send him on his way. I had a rendezvous later that night
with two overweight brothers who begged me to fulfill their She-Hulk
fantasies. I still had to shower and apply green body paint all over my body....

So what do you sex-crazed little boys think? Do any of YOU think you have 
what it takes to be one of Mistress Lola's boyfriend/slaves? Do you wish to
worship at Mistress Lola's feet? You can write to me if you want to. If you
do however, remember that Mistress Lola likes to be told how awesome and
powerful she is. She likes for her little wimps to beg and tell her how much
they'd like to kiss her sweet ass and nibble on her cute toes (or visa-versa).

If you're REALLY interested in playing with Mistress Lola, you can tell her all 
about your fantasies involving her, and Mistress Lola will write a personal story 
for you describing how Mistress Lola made all your fantasies come true.

Mistress Lola loves to engage in roll-playing and cosplay, humiliation and
enslavement, protective, strong girlfriend activities (She will beat up anyone
you want her to.) and indulge any strong girl fantasies that you can think up.
She also loves to pamper and protect her adult male babies. Honestly, Mistress
Lola is willing to consider ANYTHING!

Send your comments and/or story requests to woteverlolawants@gmail.com

If you decide to email Mistress Lola, as I hope you will, remember to show
the proper subservience and respect and to address her as either Mistress Lola
or Mommy Lola. Also, keep in mind that Mistress Lola has expensive tastes, and
she might have to charge a small fee for any personal custom stories or emails.

Mistress Lola wants to hear from YOU. I will reply to your emails based on the
order that I receive them - unless of course I change my mind.... Don't you
dare keep me waiting!