Gym domme muscle domme
by Diana the Valkyrie



In the gym

My new year's resolution was to get fit. I'd had an accident and suffered
a broken leg, so for several weeks, I'd been lazing about, but now was
the time to get fit again.

To do this, I joined a gym. But how do you choose? I looked in the yellow
pages, and the name "V Power gym" made me wonder what that was about. So
I visited to have a look.

I asked if I could work with a trainer; the receptionists looked at each
other and said, "Lesley's free." "OK," I said, "let's go with Lesley".

I was expecting a young man who had done the weekend course on "How to
be a trainer." What I got was a statuesque female with muscles. She was
taller than me, I'm only 5'8", and I guessed that she must have been at
least six feet.  But the big surprise was her size - she was massive. Huge
arms, legs like oak trees and breasts like basketballs. "Hi," she said,
"I'm Lesley, and I'm here to train you."

I was already having second thoughts. How could I possibly keep up with
this leviathan? Her arms were bigger than my thighs; I guessed at least
27 inches.  And her thighs - I didn't even want to guess. She looked
like she could crush a coconut between them. Her 200 pounds was mostly
muscle. She was magnificent.  My dick trembled.


"Wait there," she said, "I need to deal with Gerry."

I watched as she strode towards a guy who looked worried. And well
he might.  "Hands on knees," she said, and he bent over. What was going
on here?

He moaned in fear as she put one leg on each side of his head. Then she
slowly brought her feet together, compressing his skull.

There are 22 bones in the skull (29 if you include the ear bones and
hyoid), of which 8 make up the cranium. She was compressing all of them,
and she'd obviously done this before, because she was delivering maximum
pain but without killing her victim.

She moved her feet apart, and he dropped to the floor, unconscious. She
walked back to me, and said "Your turn now."

I shuddered, and turned away to leave. This was not what I wanted. But
she grabbed me from behind, spun me arond and delivered a punch in the
belly that felt like a horse had kicked me. I doubled over in pain,
and she put my head between her thighs.

I felt the bones in my head creak and move, and despite the pain I was
in, I started to worry about my survival. Those thighs totally consumed
my head, and felt like two steel cylinders, powered by a hydraulic ram
and capable of crushing a car.

I'm not sure whether the pain made me pass out, or whether it was my
inability to breathe, on account of my mouth and nose being stifled by
her flesh. But when I regained consciousness, I was lying on the floor
with a headache that was worse than anything I'd experienced.

The only good news was that Lesley had left, and I was alone, except
for some other men who were evidently in as much pain as I was.

I'm going back there next week. I don't really understand why.

The dominatrix

Money doesn't buy you happiness, but it can buy you the services of a
professional dominatrix. And I wanted the best - the most powerful and
dominant. And that meant Lesley.




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