Finally released from bondage!




Labor Day is approaching and it is the most important holiday of my life!!!!
And it is time to write about it after 15 years of trauma, psych counseling
and now a very normal life.

In 2006 I was a recent college grad and working in the summer at a fancy
health club before I started my first job. I always thought I was an average
guy or maybe above average. Came from a well balanced family, not rich and not
poor, athletic and handsome, a shade under 6 feet and 180 pounds (and still
AM!!!), a lot of guy friends, never Mr. Popular with the ladies but more bc I
was shy than anything else, got laid just 5x in college and never had a steady
g/f, always did well in school and sports. That sums me up.

I saw this woman, just like everyone else saw her in this club. She was
strikingly beautiful, older (turns out she was 35 compared to my 21), was 5'6,
blonde, muscular and athletic looking, intense blue eyes, dressed to showoff
her excellent body and otherwise about 100 lightyears out of my league. I had
fun watching all of these people, men and women, point and stare and enjoyed
seeing all of these guys make their way over to her and invariably get
embarrassed bc she was able to lift almost as much if not more than them.
Several times I thought I saw her looking at me but I always thought, what the
hell would she be doing that for when she had the pick of the litter.

One evening I was walking to my shit box of a car to go home and I was parked
next to a shiny red Mercedes convertible. Not being a car guy but still seeing
it next to my car I was checking it out. It was a sharp car and probably cost
as much as my student loan, who knows? Next thing I know there is a tap on my
shoulder and I turn around and it's her, Lorna. I was slightly startled but
when I turned around and saw her 2 feet away wearing some colorful skintight
tanktop and jeans with a baseball cap. She smiled and said with her hand
extended " Hi there, my name is Lorna and I know you work in the club" TO say
I was tongue tied would have been good compared to my reaction. Besides she
smelled SO good and looked so amazing and I mean SOOOOOOO amazing ( her
muscles were pumped, her tits looked hard as rocks and fucking perfect and her
eyes and smile just slayed me) I stammered out a "hello" and felt myself
blushing and sweating. I managed a "nice car" and pointed to my shitbox and
said "compared to mine a bicycle is nicer" and got a laugh out of her. BC her
tanktop was cut to showoff her lean abs, when she laughed the abs contracted
and looked fucking awesome if not intimidating. There was a few seconds of
awkward silence as she clearly caught me staring at her tits, muscles, abs,
arms, etc., she laughed a little as I am sure that is a daily thing for her.
She broke the silence by saying "feel like a drink, I am in the mood and all
of my friends are busy plus (she knew I was broke) I am paying. Sure it took a
minute to process everything and she told me to hop in her car and off we
went.

Naturally, my heart was beating out of my chest from nerves as I kept looking
over at her in amazement how hot she was and how cool the car was too. We got
to the hotel bar, one-- way too expensive and fancy for me but she was paying.
We spent 3 hours, that's right three ours, chatting away as we exchanged the
"who we are" stuff. There was nothing very interesting from my end just a
dopey college kid but she had a much more robust and interesting life. She was
married and divorced and had twin 5 year old girls. Her X was loaded and she
got a lot out of the divorce, enough where she does not have to work for the
rest of her life, plus a house here and a summer lake house plus he still pays
her $18,000/month in alimony. Those numbers back then were just incredible,
not that it is nothing now but then? Incredible. It was getting late and she
had to get back to the babysitter so we walked to the car and before I got in
she grabbed me by my arms and I mean grabbed me hard and kissed me. I am not
joking when I say I almost came in my pants. Everything about her was crazy
hot. She said "you are a cute young man and a good kisser (not from practice
back then god knows) and we drove back to my car and another kiss and this
time I did cum and she knew it and smiled and said "its OK baby" and said good
night.

I did not see her for a month bc she was traveling but when I did see her
again, she was all tanned and looking amazing as always. I watched her lift
away and watched everyone watching her and I smiled. She walked over to me at
one point and we chatted about her THREE week plus vacation to 2 Caribbean
islands and she invited me for dinner on the following Friday night. Was I
psyched? Fucking A right I was and made sure I bought a new shirt, new cologne
and showed up at precisely 7. She opened the door in a bikini top and jeans
with like 3 inch heals saying " Oh hey handsome, I was in the middle of trying
on some bikinis some come and sit in the den and I will be out in a second.
Hello, WTF?? She looked so amazing I cannot explain it. Every muscle was
popping, her abs were just out of this world, an hourglass figure and she
looked so strong and beautiful and her chest was NOTHING like I ever saw
before. Nice sized tits but it was the pecs that were just insane looking.
When she returned she had on the jeans but put on a top that was just about
the same thing as a bikini but covered a little more and she clearly was not
wearing a bra. For the first time in my life I noticed what a muscular back
looks like too. When she walked to "make us a drink" (I was used to drinking
beer) I saw the muscles in her back dancing and popping and her back made this
perfect V shape that was freaking me out. She made a point in telling me that
her kids were with her mother for the weekend which I was too stupid and
na�ve back then to realize she arranged a perfect and private night alone
with me. With me????? I kept on waiting for her to say "sorry stud but I
thought you were someone else so get the fuck out" but instead we had 3 drinks
each and 2 shots and never had dinner as she grabbed my hand and fucked me all
night long!!!! I came 4x as did she and she was wild and in control. I was not
the most experienced to say the least but she guided me to do what she wanted
by telling me and pointing, lol. The following morning and the rest of the day
we swam in her pool, naked by the way and she fucked me a lot more. Seeing her
lift weights in her in home and well appointed gym was just amazing, showering
her was amazing and following her around like a puppy dog was perfectly fine
... ... .Things started to get troublesome when she threw her sweat soaked
clothes in my face and told me to do a laundry. Excuse me? Do your laundry?
WTF? And what is with the throwing your soiled clothes in my face. Things were
about to get worse too. She stood there topless, her muscles were pumped and
when I questioned her about why I am doing this she smacked me in the face so
hard that I fell against the wall and might have fell down if the wall was not
there. I was SHOCKED to say the least and said, what the fuck is wrong with
you? My face felt like it was burning and I felt tears in my eyes. VERY
embarrassing. She walks at me with her fists balled up (note, I never had a
fight in my life) and she said, do what I say and keep your teeth in your
mouth. At first I thought she was kidding but when she threw 3 hooks,
uppercuts into my stomach and I fell down in the fetus position unable to
breathe, I knew she was not kidding. It had to take me 5 minutes to regain my
composure and my stomach was aching and she told me to stand up like a man.
Naturally, I did her laundry and had to do it naked and she would walk by me
to check on its progress. Yes, I was scared and confused!!

I will fast forward now----She was a fist fighter, pure and simple. That is
what she did for entertainment. She showed me 50 plus pictures of her beating
the fuck out of men and women, and I sat through 7 videos of her fights,
including her getting knocked out in 2 of them! The other fights were blood
baths and violent and I wanted NOTHING to do with this crazy person. She had
me quit my job and she paid me double what I was making at the club to "work
for her".However, I became her "bitch boy", her "sex slave", her "errand boy"
for the next 11 months. Did we have sex? More sex in those 11 months then I
had in the past 15 years with my wife!!! I was made to worship her muscles,
she had me jerking off in front of her other fighting female friends who
laughed at me and demeaned me, I would suck her tits endlessly, massage her,
and even cook and babysit. It was horrible. On three different occasions she
would slap me around in public and not bc I did anything egregious but bc she
wanted control. One time she decided to slap me around bc she thought I was
looking at another woman at a pool party, which was NOT true, and left me in
tears and bloody begging her to stop and praying she would not punch me.
Humiliation cannot describe the depths of my depression at that point. And
yes, I accompanied her to her fistfights, as her bitch, and FOUR times she
beat me up so badly (black eyes, swollen lips,etc.) that I needed stitches
above my eye and in my mouth.

What saved me? A new guy, a rich one, a stud for sure and I cannot thank him
enough, not that I ever want to see him or her again. One evening the doorbell
rang and I went to answer it and there is this guy. Big, handsome and based on
the fancy car, was loaded. She got all excited to see him and started making
out with him right in front of me and had me jerkoff on a sandwhich I just
made and was told to eat it in front of them as they laughed. The next second
she said, OK Jonathan, pack up and go you are free to go now. I was frozen
still and surprised but gathered my things and took off. By coincidence, my
new job and my first real job post college was starting in 26 days and I had
no idea before that how I was going to be able to go since she "owned me".
That was Labor Day weekend and now every Labor Day I celebrate with my wife
and 3 kids, without telling them why of course. VIVA LABOR DAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!