The Rule By Aj. The rules. She kept going on about the damn rules and I wouldn't listen. For months and months I'd tormented, teased and encouraged her. Hoping that one day she'd snap and put me in my place like she had said she would so many times before. It all started when I told my wife that I like looking at pictures of female bodybuilders. I'd never been able to tell a girlfriend that before without her getting freaked out. My wife however was different. Not only did she reciprocate my love for these muscled beauties, demonstrating this by looking all of the websites that she could to find new pictures and videos of these muscular beauties, but she also set out to turn herself into a muscular goddess. To her it was a turn on knowing that I got enjoyment out of her looking at these pictures and striving to look like these women. As well as my love of female women I'm also a fan of female domination. I love being weaker than women. I love being hurt. The stronger the woman and the more pain she can inflict on me the more turned on I get. I let my wife in on this secret not knowing how she would react. In the bedroom my wife tried to get her head around my violence fetish by slapping me in the face when we had sex. The more she did this the more she became comfortable with her strength and the more she got turned on. Seeing how easily she could hurt me turned her on more and more with each slap. Slapping was no longer enjoyable for my wife. She wanted more. The slaps stopped and were replaced with punishing body blows and deadly thigh scissors around my neck. There were knees to the kidney. Excruciating blows to the back with plastic garden stakes and leather whips. My wife wasn't satisfied until I was marked. She began punching me in the face. Sitting on the lounge one night I took at least 6 painful blows to the left eyebrow before being ordered into the bedroom for more punishment. When in there I was made to satisfy her while she lay under me, holding a metal choker chain around my neck. When I told my wife that I was about to cum she pulled hard on the choker chain to the point of strangulation and unleashed two more painful strikes to my left eyebrow. I collapsed on the bed next to her afterwards and as I was on the brink of sleep she warned me that from now on if I didn't follow her rules I would pay. Since then the terror of that beating still haunts me. However even though she now has me looking over my shoulder and flinching and her softest caress, secretly, I can't wait for it to happen again. That is why I broke the rules. Rule number one. Do not watch me workout. Simple rule in itself. It had been months now since my wife started working out, carving her body into a mass of rock hard muscle. We had a weight bench set up in our garage and I had been told that under no circumstances was I allowed to watch her work out. My wife knew how much it turned me on watching her work out so she made this rule knowing the amount of sexual frustration it would cause. Rule number two. Be my baby. Our son was coming up to 6 months old now. My wife was still breastfeeding him, she was also still breast feeding me! If I didn't make myself available to her for feeding when she demanded it I would be classed as having broken the rule. This included during the middle of the night, first thing in the morning and during sex. Feeding me gave my wife feeling of total domination over me. I didn't mind it either! Rule number three. Man or woMAN One day my wife came home from the shops and surprised me. I thought she was going to be gone for hours. I was wrong and when she walked in the door I was caught standing there wearing one of her little black dresses, a bra and high heel shoes. I loved dressing up in ladies clothing. Sleepwear, dresses, skirts, sexy tops and especially women's shoes. I'd kept this a secret from my wife. I figured that the muscular women secret and the violence secret fetish were enough disclosure for now. On and off over the next few months I broke a rule of two here and there. Just to test my wife out. If I wanted a quick punch in the face during sex I'd refrain from drinking from her. If I wanted her to demonstrate her muscular power by crushing my head between her thighs I would slightly open the garage door and let her catch me watching her workout. The only rule I was careful not to break was the clothing rule. Only once had my wife caught me wearing her clothes. That was until today. I was caught and broke the rule, and for the first time ever I also broke the other two rules on the same day. It started when I woke up and noticed that the bed was empty next to me. It was nothing unusual. I'm a heavy sleeper and normally the last one up. I went to the kitchen to get myself a coffee and immediately heard the clanging of weights from the garage. My wife was working out. I made my coffee and went out into the back yard and walked around the house to the side garage window. There dressed in a camouflage sports bra and a pair of skin tight black boy leg shorts was my wife. Bronzed, sweaty, glistening in the morning sun and lifting 50 kilo dumbbells! I watched in awe as her biceps exploded with every rep. Veins criss crossed her biceps and ran down her forearms like highways on a street map. Her muscular back rippled with every repetition. I counted as her she reached 15 repetitions and then let the weights hit the ground. She then moved onto the bench press. My wife had the bar loaded up with 150kilos. I couldn't believe it. I knew she was strong but there was no way she was going to be able to lift that weight. I was wrong. She lifted the bar and pressed it over her chest like it was a feather. Her chest cavity rippled and stretched her sports bra to the point of breaking. I imagined my cock, which was rock hard, between her breasts as she pushed out rep after rep. When she had finished her bench press my wife walked over to our chin up bar to do some pull-ups. I now had my cock in my hand and was stroking myself and the point of climax as she easily lifted herself on the chin up bar. Her lats flared out like a cobra ready to strike. The striations in her shoulders were amazing. I was just about to cum when she dropped from the bar and shot a glace towards the window where I was standing. My heart sank. I turned and ran inside. Through the kitchen and the living room to the place where I knew I'd be safe. The bathroom. I shut the door behind me and waited. "Baby? Were you just watching me work out? My wife asked coyly. My heart was still racing and my cock was still hard. "No, no baby, um I just woke up." I stammered. "Well then come out of the bathroom for a minute darling I want to give you a kiss good morning" I had no where to go. I didn't want to make her angry. I opened the door and there standing there dripping with sweat, veins prominent all over her body was my wife. With a look of fire in her ears. Upon seeing this monstrous, sexy body in front of me I came then and there in my pants. "Oh oh my god baby. Please, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. Please" I begged. "Baby. You broke the rule. You know what happens now" she said. My wife cocked my muscular arm back and grabbed me around the throat with the other. Just as she was about to unleash a crushing blow to my face the phone rang. I was saved this time. My wife went and answered the phone. It was her girl friend from work. She had just finished shopping and was on her way over. "You're lucky Darling" my wife said. "Kristy is going to be here in an hour so I'm going to have a shower and we'll finish this later." She stripped off in front of me and as she walked into the bathroom my cock was once again hard at seeing her muscular back and ass saunter into the bathroom. My wife had thrown her workout clothes onto the floor. They were sweaty from her workout but for some reason I was compelled to pick them up. First was the sports bra. I kept visioning my wife's breasts, heaving up and down with every rep while doing the bench press. I was so turned on. I put her sports bra on. My heart was racing a hundred miles an hour again. My wife was behind the next door in the shower, water cascading down her statuesque body. I put on her boy leg shorts and started touching myself again. I was so lost in the moment I didn't hear the water stop. My wife opened the bathroom door just as I was cumming in her workout shorts. "What the fuck do you think you're doing ? You fucking break rule number one by watching me work out. Now you're fucking jacking yourself off in my workout clothes. You're sick. You want to be a woman that much. Fine. I'll make you into a fucking woman." My wife, still naked and dripping with water sprang to life and jumped on me. Her muscles came alive as she leapt onto the bed and straddled me. She ripped her workout gear off me and while holding me down with her left hand delivered a dervish of blows to you face with her right hand. The first one connected with my nose. Blood went everywhere. My eyes were full of tears so much so that I didn't see the next right come crashing into my cheek bone. I felt it crack under her first. She then delivered a final blow to my upper lip. Splitting it in two cause more blood to spatter onto the bed. I was semi conscious as my wife began her task. First she put on of her pink bras on me. She pulled a pair of silky pink underwear over my once again hard cock. Then she pulled a short pink halter dress out of her cupboard and forced me to put it on. "How's that hey. Feeling like a woman now? No? Not yet?" I was dragged by the hair into the bathroom and for the next 15 minutes my wife applied make up to my bruised and swollen face. My lips ached and she applied a hot pink lips stick. The pain was enough to make me cry out as she put eye liner and mascara to my puffy and almost closed eyes and blush to my bruised and broken cheeks. "Something is missing" she said. She left me swaying on my feet in front of the mirror as she left the room to get something. I could barely see what she had done to me. When she returned I felt her muscular forearm slide its way around my throat from behind. "Hold still" she said as she held pressed her muscular bicep against my throat. With her other hand she pushed an earring through my earlobe with enough force to cause me to yelp in pain. Her bicep pressed further into my throat as she clipped the back of the earring on. "Ok baby now we need to do the other ear" And with that she smoothly switched arms so that now her other bicep was crushing my throat and her other hand sharply pierced my other ear. "There we go baby. Now we just need to get some shoes on you and you'll be ready" Just as she finished her sentence the door bell rang. It was Kristy. My wife quickly put a black bra on and a matching g string. She then covered herself with a bathrobe. "Thanks a lot, I didn't even get a chance to get dressed and now Kristy is here" she shot at me. "Coming Kristy" she yelled at the front door. My wife opened the door and Kristy was shocked to see her there in just a bathrobe. "Sorry Darl I just got out of the shower. You caught me. Give me a sec to put something on hey. Make yourself at home" I was sitting on the edge of the bed in my pink dress trying to squeeze my foot into a pair of white strappy high heels. I knew that if my outfit wasn't finished by the time my wife came back into the bedroom I'd be in for it again. My wife came in and tore off her robe. "When you finish putting your shoes on you can come out and say hello to Kristy" She went to her wardrobe and picked out a slinky white summer dress and pulled it down over her muscular frame. I gave out a deep sigh and started taking off the high heels. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" she hissed. "I, I'm taking off the shoes. You just told me to go out and say hi to Kristy" I answered. "Yes I did. You're fucking going out there dressed like that my love. Otherwise I'll beat you so severely you'll wish you never told me how much you like it. In fact I'll beat you so hard and for so long, I'll guarantee you won't like it." "But baby you can't make me, I'm wearing a dress and, and make up" With that my wife's weaker left hand connected above my right eyebrow and sent me sprawling onto the bed. "I'll give you two minutes to wipe that blood off your face and come out. No touching the make up either baby. It stays" "Oh I like that dress" Kristy commented as my wife walked out of the bedroom. "You can really see how strong and muscular you are in it. It's so tight." Kristy and my wife had been friends before I met her. She was married with two kids but her husband was an asshole so she tried to escape whenever possible. It was normally our house she escaped too. On several occasions I'd been witness to her getting tipsy after a few wines and making what looked like advances towards my wife. The last time this happened I'd walked into the bathroom after too many beers during a party we were having only to find Kristy and my wife kissing, Kristy's hand up my wife's dress feeling her muscular thighs. They embarrassedly broke their embrace and when the party ended, my wife gave me the best sex I'd ever had. And we never spoke of the kiss. "Baby, come out and say hello to Kristy please" my wife shot a sly look in Kristy's direction. "He's been misbehaving Kristy" Kristy was now eager to see what was behind my wife's sly look. That's when I walked out of the bathroom, stumbling on the high heels. Kristy's jaw dropped. "Oh my fucking god. What is going on?" Kristy laughed. I don't know if she was surprised by my beaten face or my outfit. I think a bit of both. "Kristy babe, like I said he's been misbehaving. I caught him looking at me workout through the garage window and then when I came out of the shower he was jacking himself off while wearing my sweaty workout gear. This is his punishment" she winked. "Do a little twirl for us my love. Then come over here, let me and Kristy feel you ass in those sexy undies then go make us a coffee" my wife giggled. I obeyed. It was humiliating. My wife was first to slide her hand up my dress. She gently caressed my ass and trailed her finger down to my balls and growing cock. "Oh baby we might have to take care of that soon" she winked. Kristy did similar. With the warmest, softest hands ran her hand up my leg to my ass. She traced the line of the panties and then worked her hand around to the front and teased the tip of my cock with a long red fingernail. My wife was watching the look on my face as Kristy brought me to the edge of climax. "That's enough Babe, we need to save some for later" she said as she coyly smiled. I went into the kitchen to make coffees. It was easy as all three of us had our coffees the same. White with one sugar. "Baby, if you're making yourself a coffee you can leave the milk out. I have plenty in here for you." My jaw dropped. Surely she wasn't going to try and breast feed me with Kristy here. She was. I brought the coffees in only to find my wife taking her top off, revealing her muscular bronzed chest clad only in her maternity bra. Kristy was didn't notice me walk in with her coffee. She was trailing her tongue over her lips and my wife massaged her breast to make sure she was ready to milking. "Come lay down on my lap my baby girl" she said. I objected. "No way. You can't make me, not with her here. Baby please no." "Kristy, can you please go and bring him over here. Don't be gentle either." My wife looked at me. If you refuse you'll know what'll happen. Don't be difficult for Kristy. She's our guest. Kristy walked over to me and reached her hand between my legs and grabbed hold of my throbbing cock. And with the she pulled me towards my wife's leaking breast. My wife did the rest, she grabbed me by the hair and pulled me down onto her lap where she scissored me with her massive thighs to stop me getting away. Then she forced my mouth open and placed a muscular milky breast into my mouth. "Drink up baby" I was lying on my wifes lap, warm milk flowing down my throat from her muscular breasts. My cock was hard under my dress. Kristy and my wife exchanged a sultry look. "Just a quick play" my wife said. Kristy nodded and started running her hand up my thigh until she found my cock. She started stroking my cock through my underwear. It became unbearable. I knew i'd be in so much trouble if i came to the touch of another woman. I think my wife could sense that i was verging on exploding by the way my lips tensed around her erect nipple. She looked at Kristy and said "Don't you make him cum Darl, thats my job. After his feed he needs to be taught a lesson. If you like i'll let you help me. Go to our bedroom Kristy and get the whip from the top of the cupboard and the metal chain." Kristy obeyed. The metal chain was cold around my throat. I grunted as my wife pulled it tight and smiled. Kristy had a nervous, excited look of anticipation on her face. My wife used the metal chain to pull me down to my knees. Once down there she spread her legs apart and pulled me head first between her thighs. Then closed them around my head. My wife squeezed her powerful, rippling thighs around my head. My muffled scream was barely heard from it's muscular prison. My wife instructed Kristy to whip me on the back with the leather whip. Kristy looked worried. "Darl, I'm going to keep him here between my legs, squeezing harder and harder while you whip him and I'm going to continue to squeeze him until I either make him pass out or you make him bleed." Kristy picked up the whip and hesitantly whipped me on the back. My wife laughed. I was having my head crushed between my wife's muscular thighs and I almost laughed. "Better do better than that baby" my wife laughed. The next blow caused me to tense between my wife's legs. I instinctively pulled back in pain causing my wife's legs to come down harder on my head. I was starting to become faint, breathing was becoming difficult also. I began to claw at my wife's thighs, begging her to let me go. "He's almost ready to pass out Kristy. If he passes that out means that I get no sex, you'll be in trouble if that happens." She threatened. Kristy obliged by dealing 4 quick blows to my back with the whip. Each blow harder than the one before. Kristy watched as my clawing at the thighs became weaker and weaker as all the air was crushed out of me. Out of fear she put all might and muscle behind the final two blows. The tails of the whip came down in a powerful arch and tore strips of flesh off my back. Blood came to the surface as tears poured down my face. My wife gave one last crush to my skull and as I passed out Kristy delivered another blow. As more skin was torn from my back my wife released my head. I fell face first to the ground in a bloody, unconscious mess. "You're lucky you made him bleed. He needed to be taught a lesson. Come over here I have something for you." Kristy walked over to my wife and stood before her, scared and aroused. My wife embraced Kristy and moaned as their lips came together in a passionate kiss. Kristy's tongue traced my wife's lips as her hands found their way to her muscular ass. She massaged my wife's hard muscular glutes as my wife's tongue tasted and teased Kristy. I came to conciousness as Kristy's finger was working it's way up my wife's corded, muscular thigh. Just as Kristy was about to slip her finger into my wet, extremely turned on wife I groaned. "Oh my little man is awake." For the next 15 minutes my wife rode my cock as Kristy rode my bruised and crushed face. I was made to lick and taste her and make her cum as she sat grinding herself on my mouth and tongue, kissing my wife and massaging her milky, muscular breasts. Kristy came first all over my face and fell back onto the floor against the lounge exhausted. With my wife rocking and riding me violently I came next in a gush. My wife continued to ride me and grind her powerful lower body into me. MY ribs were crushed as she came all over me, bucking and squeezing her powerful body onto mine. Through swollen eyes I slowly sat up to give my wife a loving look. Only to meet her powerful right hand with my cheek bone, knocking me unconscious again. I love my muscular wife. I doubt if I'll break the rules again in a hurry.