Valkyrieitis: Addiction To Female Muscle
By Gerbil
A Valkyrie addicted male encounters humiliation, pain and an uncertain future


For the past seven months I was in heaven.  I have always had a 
fascination and passion for female muscle, and one morning at work, I 
was surfing the net before my coworkers arrived, and I stumbled upon a 
website known as "Diana the Valkyrie."  With each click of the button I 
was increasingly mesmerized by this incredible site.  There were sexy 
musclewomen everywhere I looked, and I was immediately hooked.  My 
addiction got so bad that I developed the habit of waking up at 4:00 AM 
to arrive at work 3 hours before everyone else to see which new pictures 
and stories Diana had created while I slept.  It had become an 
obsession.  Every morning I would click onto the net and a smile would 
come to my face, as I would be greeted by Diana's steed, the handsome 
Stallion Roderick, busily flapping his wings.  

I used the first hour to visit the current day's thumbnails.  At the 
click of my mouse button, I was greeted by beautiful pictures of Amazons 
with swards, Amazons with bare feet, Plump Amazons, Small breasted 
Amazons, Amazons with big butts, and wrestling Amazons.  It was every 
muscle lusting male's dream, with Amazons in every kind of activity and 
pose you could possibly imagine. 

After my fill of these beautiful women, I would go to the Chat Room and 
visit with my net buddies for an hour or so.  They were a great resource 
for muscle information, and had become like family to me.  I hated to 
end our conversations, but I still had to check out the art gallery and 
the latest new stories. 

I downloaded copies of the latest female muscle and art work from the 
gallery for my growing collection, then went to Diana's library.  I 
always winked at the sexy muscular librarian, Dr. Sandra Rensch as I 
passed, then went to the current day's stories.  I would print them out 
and stick them quickly into my briefcase for some nighttime reading. 

My routine was working wonderfully, and I was in heaven, sharing my 
morning with Diana and all my terrific web friends.  Then my routine was 
shattered.  I think it was a Thursday...no it was a Wednesday, around 
10:00 AM and I was working on a spreadsheet to give to my boss for an 
afternoon meeting.  My email beeped, alerting me to an incoming message.  
The subject read, "See Me."  It was from Christine Gates.  I had heard 
the name before, and then it came to me.  We had never met, but she was 
our LAN Administrator/Computer Guru.  I opened the email and all the 
message said was "See attachment."  I whispered to myself, "What the 
Hell?" and clicked on the attachment.  I thought I was going have a 
heart attack as I audibly gasped and nearly fainted.  I hit the down 
arrow and my heart began to beat faster and faster.  My palms began to 
sweat, and I could feel the blood rushing to my head.  There before me 
was a massive listing of every thumbnail, every story, and every work of 
art I had ever visited on Diana's site. 

Ms. Jenkins, my boss walked by my desk and I quickly minimized the email 
and told her that the spreadsheet was coming along fine.  After she 
moved on to her office, I went back to the email and stared at the 
screen as the pages scrolled on and on.  I just kept repeating, "How 
could this happen?  How could this happen?"  

Jenny Williams broke the daze I was in when she yelled over the cubicle, 
"You okay Dave?" 

I immediately hit the delete key and replied, "Yeah, uh, I was just 
talking to myself about a formula on this spreadsheet.  Didn't mean to 
disturb you."  

I then rose from my chair and moved around the cubicle. 

"Uh Jen, I need to run down to Human Resources for a few minutes.  Can 
you cover for me?" 

"Sure Dave.  You sure you feel okay?  You're sweating like its a hundred 
degrees in here." 

"Yeah, I guess the boss has me a little spooked pressuring me with this 
deadline.  I just need to take a break and I'll be fine."  I wasn't sure 
that she believed my lie, but I didn't have enough time to worry about 
that.  I moved back to my cube and picked up the company directory.  I 
got Christine Gate's room number and headed towards the elevator, 
shaking uncontrollably. 

I pressed the down button and cursed the elevator, as it seemed to take 
forever to arrive. After boarding, I pressed LL for the lower level.  
The knot in my stomach twisted tighter and tighter with each "bing" of 
each floor.  It felt like my decent into hell. 

It finally reached the lower level and I exited and began looking for 
Room LL-13.  I moved down the cinder block hallway in the bowels of the 
building; passed the mailroom and came to a sign reading LL-13... C.M. 
Gates.  The door was partially open, so I took a breath, wiped my sweaty 
palms on my pants legs, and tentatively knocked on the door. 

A female voice told me to come in, so I gently pushed open the door and 
entered. I don't know what I was expecting...maybe some geeky pimple-
faced fat homely old hag wearing glasses with three inch thick lenses, 
but I was shocked as I entered, and it must have registered on my face.  
She was a beautiful brunette, but did not have your classic model beauty 
or thinness.  She was wearing a sweatshirt with gold letters spelling 
out "Pfeiffer University" on it, and the sleeves were pushed back to the 
elbows revealing muscular bronzed forearms.  I stood at the entrance 
staring at her beautiful almond colored eyes, and strong high 
cheekbones, with her head supported by her strong thick neck.  She had 
the bottoms of her tennis shoes resting on the edge of her desk, with 
her elbows resting on her knees.  Both hands were up at her mouth, each 
holding an end of a yellow pencil that she held between her teeth. 

"Mr. Bartlett.  I see you received my email.  I appreciate your 
promptness.  Please come in, and take a seat, and I'll be right with 
you." 

I sensed that something was not right, and that her politeness seemed 
more like a command than an invitation, but I slowly closed the door and 
moved to a chair placed directly in front of her desk. 

She immediately began banging on her keyboard at a frantic pace using 
only the index finger from each hand.  I couldn't believe her speed, as 
she easily cranked out 110 plus words a minute.  I was becoming more and 
more uneasy with the silence as she ignored me and concentrated on her 
task.  Then her LaserJet started to print out and she leaned back in her 
chair with a smile on her face.  God she was beautiful and the room lit 
up 100 watts with her radiant smile. 

"You look a little tense David...I can call you David can't I?" 

I wiped my hands on my pants once again and shrugged, "Sure, David is 
fine Ms. Gates...or should I call you Cindy"...I nervously laughed.. 

She laughed briefly with me, then abruptly stopped and said, "No, Ms. 
Gates is fine." 

I was shocked.  What kind of game was she playing? 

Suddenly she became all business and put her arms flat on her desk and 
leaned towards me as she held me in her gaze.  

"Mr. Bartlett, sorry....David, are you aware of the firm's policy 
regarding company property for personal use?" 

I squirmed a bit in my chair and said, "Yes." 

"Yes what?" 

I stared at her dumbfounded and said, "I don't understand.  What do you 
mean 'yes what'?" 

I watched her as she moved from around her desk and came to stand behind 
me.  I was shocked when I felt her hands go to my shoulders and begin to 
massage them.  Then as she began to speak, the pressure from her strong 
fingers began to intensify and become almost unbearable. 

"I think you know 'yes what' don't you Davie?", she said with so much 
pressure I thought I would scream.  I tried to move out of the chair, 
but she held me firmly in place?  Could she want to hear "Yes 
ma'am?"...She was probably ten years younger than my 35 years, and she 
wanted me to call her ma'am?  The pain became so excruciating that I 
would try anything, so I blurted out between clenched teeth, "Yes..... 
Ma'am?" 

Immediately her grasp loosened and she patted my shoulders, 
straightening out the material of my shirt.  Moving toward the printer, 
she calmly said, "I thought you might understand with a little 
persuasion."  It was impossible to ignore her body, dressed in skin-
tight faded jeans.  She looked to be about 5'7", and weigh about 155 
solid pounds and I could faintly see the muscular development in her 
calves and thighs with each movement.  The longer I was in the presence 
with this young woman, the more awkward and inadequate I felt. 

Removing the 20 or so sheets from the printer, she placed them face down 
on her desk and sat down once again.  "As I was saying earlier, we both 
know that use of company property for personal use can lead to immediate 
dismissal, don't we?" 

"Yes...uh yes ma'am." 

"You'd never do that would you Davie" 

Why was she calling me "Davie" as if I was some little boy? 

"Umm, no.....no ma'am, I wouldn't do that." 

She smiled and slowly rose from her desk, grabbing the papers and 
advancing toward me once again.  I wanted to leap from the chair and run 
out of her office, but something warned me that I better remain seated.  
She stopped beside my chair and smiled down at me.  I smiled back and 
shrugged and said, "What?" 

She gently tossed the papers in my lap and said, "Recognize these 
Davie?" 

I looked down and nearly had a heart attack as an enlarged picture of 
Roderick was staring up at me.  I snickered, and stammered, "Uh no. It 
doesn't look familiar." 

Moving back to her chair, she said, "Take a look at the other pictures 
and see if they perhaps jog your memory." 

I slowly moved to the next page and gasped, "Oh my God."  It was a 
beautiful double biceps pose of Nicole Bass.  I slowly moved on and 
there were more beautiful bodybuilders as well as tall women, face 
sitters, and exotic females wrestling men into submission.  As my heart 
beat faster and faster, all I could think of was "Shit...how could this 
happen?  I'm out of a job at 35 years old. Think man. Think." 

I continued to leaf through the pages, but concentrated more on working 
up a possible explanation for a way out.  Then Ms. Gates spoke again. 

"I have to admit that you have great taste.  Take it from one who knows; 
Diana, or whoever the creator of the site is, is one frigging computer 
genius.  I've been checking out the site for week now, and have stolen a 
number of his or her ideas for our Company web page.  Pure genius, so I 
can see why you like to visit the site... aside from all the muscular 
women.  I assume you do have a thing for muscular women.  Am I right?" 

I felt trapped, and after a lengthy pause, without looking up gave a 
barely audible, "Yes ma'am." 

"I thought so.  And am I also correct in assuming that you would like to 
continue working here?" 

I stopped leafing through the pages but couldn't even voice an answer 
this time.  I merely shook my head yes, feeling almost on the verge of 
tears, and waited for her to continue. 

Satisfied, she said,  "Good.  What we have discussed today will remain 
our little secret, unless you cease to satisfy me or try to cross me." 

I wondered what in the hell she was talking about, but I still couldn't 
look up from the sheets.  There was a brief silence and I glanced up 
without raising my head to see her busily writing something.  Finished, 
she leaned over her desk and placed a business card in my lap. 

"I've written my home address on the back of the card.  I want you there 
at seven sharp, and we will discuss our arrangement further.  That will 
be all for now." 

I couldn't believe what I was hearing, and further couldn't believe that 
I slowly rose to go back to my cubical after being dismissed so bluntly.  
When I reached the door, my anger took over and I stopped and turned on 
her.  I threw down the papers at my feet and boldly advanced toward her 
desk.  I put one hand on the desk and shook the index finger of my other 
hand at her as I yelled, "I don't have to take this crap.  I was not 
visiting Diana's site during working hours, and this is just a clear 
case of harassment.  I don't know how you discovered that I was there, 
but I will deny ever going there and say you framed me. It's my word 
against yours" 

"Are you quite finished Mr. Bartlett?" 

I straightened up and crossed my arms, proud of myself for finally 
standing up to this female bully. "Yes, I'm finished." 

"Have you ever heard of an Internet Cache Mr. Bartlett?  It tends to 
develop a computer trail of every place you visit on the "net" and 
unless you clear it out and delete the "history" anyone is able to 
determine where you have been. So you can try and make all the denials 
that you want, but computers rarely lie.  Yes, Davie, while I don't 
really care for the word, I guess it is harassment. But you see, you 
really don't have much of a choice in the matter.  I'll see you at 
seven." 

I felt like a beaten man, and both of us realized that she had me by the 
short hairs.  I wanted to yell, or strike her, or something.  The 
beautiful castrating bitch made me feel so small, but all I could do was 
go retrieve the papers and exit her office. 

I slowly closed the door then stared down at Roderick and all the 
muscular women I was holding in my hand, and then I completely lost it.  
I began shredding the paper with a vengeance and blurted out in a wild 
tirade, "Curse you Internet!!  Damn you Diana!!  Rot in hell you flea-
bitten Roderick." 

Out of breath, I leaned a forearm against the wall, and rested my 
forehead on it as I wailed, "What am I going to do?" 

Just then, I heard a cough, and became aware that I had an audience.  I 
slowly looked down the hall, and five women were standing at their 
doorways with curious, frightened expressions on their faces.  I slowly 
stood and straightened my tie, and gave them a reassuring smile as I 
began to pass them and head for the elevator.  The smile did little to 
reassure them, as they quickly scurried back into their offices as I 
approached them.  My whole life was going from bad to worse, as I knew I 
had probably acquired the distinction of being labeled as the new 
company lunatic.  I was sure I would be the latest topic of gossip 
throughout the building before noon arrived. 

I boarded the elevator and imagined the stories as they grew larger than 
life... "Did you hear about the guy that went nuts from Accounting?  I 
heard he completely lost it and threatened the entire billing staff with 
a semi-automatic?"  I pressed the button to the 6th floor, and just 
said, "Oh God.  Why me?  I looked up to the ceiling and with my arms 
raised added, "How could you do this to me Diana?"... Maybe I had 
completely lost it. 

As the elevator door opened, I just sighed and returned to my cubicle.  
I was somehow able to complete the spreadsheet for my boss, but the rest 
of the day was completely unproductive, and I kept imagining whispers 
going on behind my back.  I couldn't wait for the day to end, but that 
only left what followed... my possible meeting with that bitch, Ms. 
Gates at seven. 

Finally the day did end, and I dragged myself to the parking lot, got in 
my car and made the trip home.  I had thoughts of just to keep driving, 
but I knew that I had no place to go, and no other job to go to, so I 
just went home.  I entered my apartment, went into my bedroom, threw my 
briefcase down and just fell back on my bed and stared at the ceiling.  
It was 5:30, so I didn't have much time to come up with a plan if I was 
to avoid a meeting.  I couldn't lie still, so I got up to pace, then 
went into the kitchen for some dinner.  I was too worked up, so I closed 
the refrigerator door and went back into the bedroom. 

I had the ringer on the phone turned off, so I didn't hear the phone 
ring, but the light was flashing on my answering machine indicating that 
I had received a call while I was in the kitchen.  I pressed the "play" 
button and was shocked when "her" voice sounded. 

"Davie, this is Ms. Gates.  As you can see, I can get access to all the 
company files on all employees, so I know a great deal about you, 
including your address and phone number.  I also know about every 
doctor's visit you have had including that treatment for hemorrhoids.  
Hope they have been fixed, as those things can get uncomfortable with 
pressure applied.  I want you freshly shaved and showered when you 
arrive, and I want you to wear a tee-shirt jock and shorts.  Don't be 
late." 

The line went dead, and I brought my fist down on the machine, smashing 
it into several pieces and cutting my hand on broken plastic in the 
process.  I moved to the bathroom to run it under cold water and stop 
the bleeding.  I put a bandage on it then went back into my room to find 
a pair of shorts, shirt and jock.  I shaved and showered, then dressed 
and had a half hour before my arrival time, so I went through the drive 
in of McDonalds for a Big Mac and ate it in their parking lot, while I 
listened to tunes on an "Oldies Station."  I almost put my fist through 
the car radio when they started to play an old tune called "Diana."  
Still feeling like I had been betrayed by my favorite web site, I 
angrily turned off the radio and chewed at the Big Mac, leaking sauce up 
and down my shirt. 

I dumped half my meal in the trash, unable to finish, then realized that 
I had only ten minutes until I had to be at "her" house.  I quickly 
started the car and hurriedly began the drive across town, fearing that 
I would be late.  I tried to convince myself that I wasn't concerned and 
feeling any fear, but deep down I knew that this beautiful young muscle 
woman had me quite rattled.  I really felt it when I came to a string of 
cars blocked by a traffic accident.  As I sat and waited to be flagged 
around, I could feel my heart begin to race as the time approached 
7:00...then 7:03... Our line of cars was not permitted to go until 7:05, 
and I did not reach "her" house until 7:14 PM.  I tried not to panic, 
but somehow new I was in big trouble. 

I found the address and it was a huge three-story townhouse in an 
exclusive section on the outskirts of the city.  I parked as quickly as 
possible, then went hurried up the walk and rang the bell.  An intercom 
sounded and I was told to enter and go down to the basement when the 
door sounded to buzz me in. 

I turned the handle after hearing the buzz and slowly entered.  I was 
amazed at the elegance of the entryway and wondered how such a young 
woman could afford such a place as a LAN administrator.  I went down a 
short hallway and found a door leading downstairs off a massive kitchen. 

I tentatively moved down the stairs and couldn't believe the set up she 
had.  It was a massive basement which had been converted into an 
elaborate gym, and "Ms. Gates" was no where to be seen.  One wall was 
completely mirrored, with a large rack of dumbbells.  Across the room 
was an assortment of free weights and universal machines.  To the left 
of those was a Stairmaster, treadmill and stationary bike, and in the 
center of the floor was a mat, approximately 15'x15'.  A full bar was in 
the corner of the other wall, and Jacuzzi was to its right.  I moved to 
the bar and ran my hand over the beautiful oak grain admiring it's 
beauty when I heard Ms. Gates come into the room. 

I turned and was shocked.  She was dressed in a maroon silk robe, tied 
at the waist and ending, halfway up her muscular thigh.  She was 
barefoot, and her toenails were painted to match her brief outfit.  Even 
on Diana's site I had never seen such a perfectly sculpted woman.  As 
she walked toward me I could see her tanned smooth yet heavily muscled 
calves and thighs expand and contract with each step.  I moved to the 
left and began to back track as she approached and went sailing over 
backwards, tripping over the weight bench.  My pride was hurt more than 
anything else, as I looked up to see this young woman stifling her 
laughter, taking great joy in putting me in such an awkward position.  

She reached out a hand to help me up, but I wanted none of it.  I told 
you "no thanks", stood up, brushed myself off, and tried to change the 
subject as quickly as possible.  "This is quite a beautiful house you 
have here.  Do you live with your parents?" 

It was the first time I had heard her laugh, and even that was 
beautiful, and music to my ears. 

"Hardly. My parents wanted me to go to medical school and go into 
practice with my father.  I preferred computers, so they haven't spoken 
to me in one and a half years." 

"Well at least they must have given you a tidy sum to get set up in this 
home." 

"Wrong again.  I wrote a db program utility when I was fourteen which 
configures the ratio performance to RAM quantities utilizing visual 
basic transcripts making calls to utility menus a basic diametric 
function.  Before this tool, programmers would have to spend countless 
hours to achieve the same dynamic.  I have sold 360,000 copies to date, 
and am coming out with version 6.1 this spring.  I never went to 
college, I guess following in the footsteps of my cousin Bill, so my 
parents are a little upset still, but it does provide me with a pretty 
nice existence.  Not bad at least for a 19 year old." 

I know I must have been staring at her in awe once again.  "You are Bill 
Gates' cousin....and you're only nineteen years old?" 

"Yes, but I don't like to broadcast either fact, so I strongly suggest 
you don't spread it around work.  Enough shop talk.  Let's get down to 
the business of why I called you here.  I don't know how many computer 
people you know, but generally we like to work until we almost drop.  We 
know what we want and go after it, not wanting anything to get in our 
way." 

I felt uneasy, wondering where this conversation was headed. 

"I am one of those people who knows what she wants and knows how to get 
it.  Some people might consider me an arrogant bitch, but I just call it 
confidence.  What I want right now, Mr. Bartlett is you."  With that, 
she proceeded to reach for the belt of her robe, pulled at it and 
removed the robe. 

I was dumbfounded.  Standing before me had to the most beautiful body I 
had ever witnessed in my life, dressed in the skimpiest of maroon 
bikinis.  I had to wonder to myself what this beautiful extremely 
intelligent muscle woman want with me...a man old enough to almost be 
her father? 

She tossed the robe onto the weight bench and then faced me with 
outstretched arms.  "Do you like what you see?" 

I didn't know what to say.  I began to squirm and look away at the 
walls, then I would steal another glance at her beautiful hard body, 
then look at my feet.  "Yes ma'am.  You're very pretty Ms. Gates," was 
all I could stammer out. 

She began to move slowly toward me, but I still could not look directly 
at her or into those beautiful brown piercing eyes. 

"There are millions of pretty girls in this world Davie.  I want to know 
what you really like about me." 

I moved back a step or two, and looked around at the wall for the proper 
words, "Well, you are very intelligent and quite attractive." 

"Is that all Davie?" 

"I...I'm afraid I don't know what you mean." 

She now stood just inches from my body and drew up her right arm and 
flexed, making her beautiful biceps explode before my eyes.  "You like 
strong women with muscles don't you Davie?" 

I moved back closer to the wall and shrugged a weak; "Uh, yeah I guess 
so." 

"Does that embarrass you to admit Davie?" 

"Maybe a little." 

"Well, Davie, I think I might even know you better than you know 
yourself.  What you want is a strong woman who can lead the way.  Female 
muscles and strength excite you.  Am I right?" 

I was feeling more and more trapped, yet knew that she was right.  I did 
admire muscular women, but felt a deep sense of fear being so close to a 
woman so beautiful, strong and confident.  Admitting my desires to her 
was more than I could deal with, so I continued to retreat and try to 
buy time for an answer. 

I shrugged and said; "I guess all men find a certain appeal in female 
muscle." 

"Well Davie, I haven't found that to be the case. The men I have found 
to admire my physique have all been above average in intelligence and 
sensitive to womens' needs and desires, but have been a little shy to 
approach women, so they need the woman to make the move." 

"Are you shy Davie?" 

I laughed a little too quickly and replied "Not at all.  I just think 
that co-workers shouldn't become involved, and that I am too old to be 
interested in someone as... um....such as you." 

..."And if I didn't see it that way, and decided to pursue you, you 
could hold to those beliefs and resist my advances?" 

"Come on Ms Gates.  Can we please change the subject?" 

I let out a sigh of relief when she put up her hands and turned to walk 
away, saying, "Fine.  We'll change the subject."  I won't beat around 
the bush, so I'll give you my expectations.  Number 1. I am a Scorpio, 
and whereas I don't believe too much about astrology, I will tell you 
that I have a jealous streak and am guarded with my possessions.  From 
this point forward, you will be one of my possessions, and I will not 
share you with the women on that Valkyrie web site.  

My heart almost dropped out of my body when I heard that.  There was no 
way I could possibly keep that promise, and there was also no way I was 
going to be someone's property.  I started to tell her she was out of 
her mind, but she held up and hand and said, "Let me tell you all my 
conditions, and then you can speak." 

Number 2."You will move enough belongings into this house so you can 
live here.  You can keep your condominium to go to when I give you time 
off. Number 3.  You will do the majority of housework, shopping and 
cooking; and Number 4. You will follow a strict regiment of exercise 
that I outline for you to get and keep your body in shape to serve me 
sexually." 

I scoffed and said, "There is no way in hell I am going to go along with 
those terms, so you can take your twisted little mind and find yourself 
another boy." 

"You don't seem to have gotten the point Davie.  This arrangement is 
non-negotiable.  Now remove your clothing so we can get started." 

I screamed out, "What in the hell?  You are nuts." 

She just smiled easily and moved towards me, and I felt like a trapped 
animal.  I had never hit a woman in my life, but I saw no way out.  I 
reared back with my right fist balled up and sent it flying toward her 
head.  In a lightening fast move, she grabbed my wrist before it could 
connect, then twisted my arm painfully behind my back so I was held 
captive, face first against the wall. 

In a steady even voice, she said, "We can do this the easy way and you 
can remove your clothes on your own, or I can play rough and remove them 
for you."  I had no idea why she wanted me naked, but I was petrified 
not to listen to her.  I almost whispered through my pain, "Okay, you 
win.  I'll do as you say." 

She released my arm and stepped back as I slowly turned around and tried 
to rub out the pain.  I looked towards the steps and knew there was no 
way I could make it to them, then I looked at my beautiful tormentress, 
then down at my feet once again. 

"I'm waiting." 

I tried to work up my courage, knowing there was no way out and 
frustrated said, "Okay, okay.  Give me a chance." 

I slowly reached for the bottom of my tee shirt and drew it over my 
head, exposing my pale slender torso and frail arms.  I held the shirt 
in front of me almost as a security blanket, not wanting to let it go.  
I felt so inadequate exposed next to this golden young amazon. 

"You can toss it over there in the corner." 

I did as I was instructed, then crossed my arms and fidgeted in place a 
bit. 

"Okay.  You can continue.  Or do you need some help?" 

I felt anger at my predicament, and I guess it showed as I said,  "All 
right already. I'm getting there." 

She seemed to take pride in seeing my discomfort as she had her hands on 
her hips, surveying me, and smiled that confident smile.  I felt like a 
piece of meat, but with shaky hands reached toward the waistband of my 
shorts and started to slowly move them down my legs.  I looked at the 
floor to avoid her gaze and quickly stepped out of them and held them in 
front of my crotch, now only covered by my thin jockstrap.  

"You're doing fine.  Toss them over with your shirt." 

"Please Ms. Gates.  Hasn't this gone far enough?  I don't have much 
money, but I will gladly pay you if you let me go." 

"Nice try Davie, but I have told you what I want, and there is no room 
for bargaining.  Now remove the rest of your clothes so we can proceed." 

I thought to myself, proceed with what?  What was this young teenaged 
muscle beauty wanting to do to me?  I had no recourse, so I tentatively 
put my hand to my jock and played with the material, unable to push it 
down.  Finally, I felt I could stall no long and I closed my eyes and 
quickly pushed it down over my legs.  I quickly straightened and tossed 
it with my other clothes, then brought my hands to rest in front of my 
crotch.  I stood before her naked, totally exposed to her probing eyes, 
with only my socks and tennis shoes. 

She moved towards me with that smile of hers and surveyed me from top to 
bottom.  I wanted to run and hide and never felt so victimized in my 
life. This young woman was controlling me completely, first with raw 
power, and now with merely a stare and words. 

"Now it's time for me to give you a physical.  I want to get your weight 
and measurements, then give you a development program and diet, to put a 
little more weight and muscle on your body." 

"Put your hands behind your head now Davie." 

I looked at her with a panicked expression on my face.  "Please Ms. 
Gates.  Just let me go.  I promise not to say a word to the police or 
anyone at work." 

"The police?  That's rich Davie.  What are you going to tell 
them?...that after seven months of visiting Diana's website, you finally 
found a woman who was right for you?  I don't think you will tell anyone 
anything, and in time will adjust to my rules and your new surroundings.  
Now I won't say it again.  Put your hands behind your head." 

I slowly moved them up, exposing myself, and clasping my fingers behind 
my head as instructed.  I stared past her at the wall, as she moved 
toward me, and gasped as she took my penis in her hand.  I bit my lower 
lip as she inspected my balls, turning them over, and pulling on them, 
not too gently.  She twisted my penis to every angle, looking it over, 
then said, "Looks like you've given this guy a bit of use."  I was 
embarrassed at having my "secret" disclosed and closed my eyes and just 
said, "Yes ma'am." 

"That will stop now Davie. You will not masturbate any longer unless I 
give you permission to do so." 

"Yes ma'am." 

I was beaten and helpless and losing more control the more she twisted 
and kneaded my penis, and although I fought the urge, was getting an 
uncontrollable erection.  I tried to urge my hands to reach down and 
knock her's away, to make her stop, but I was unable to move, and when 
she told me to spread my legs, I immediately did so.  She gave each of 
my nipples a twist to test their responsiveness after running her hands 
over my chest.  Then she told me to flex my arms, and she continued to 
stroke my testicles and penis.  I flexed as much as I could, but there 
was barely any difference.  I was embarrassed as she felt and squeezed 
my biceps, and told me that we would work on them. 

She then ran her hands over my midriff and stomach, and took an index 
finger and slowly made circles around my navel, then inserted it in the 
opening.  The pressure was steadily building in my penis and when I felt 
her other hand move to my back and start to caress my buttocks, by 
breathing was becoming more labored. 

"You like me taking charge don't you Davie.  Not much you can do about 
it even if you don't like it, is there?  You know I am much stronger 
than you are now, or will ever be, but you don't mind.  You love my 
muscles and you're going to be a good boy and do as you're told, aren't 
you Davie." 

Just then, she inserted a finger into my buttocks and I moaned 
"Yeeeesssss," and came like I had never done before.  She pointed the 
tip of my penis upwards and I ejaculated all over my stomach, then fell 
back against the wall, with my fingers still entwined above my head. 

"We'll have to work on control a bit in the weeks to come, but you 
showed nice responsiveness and hardness.  I think that will be all for 
tonight.  Clean yourself up in the bathroom over there, and I will leave 
you some papers containing the diet and workouts I will want you to 
start.  Bring whatever you need for the rest of the week, and I will see 
you after work tomorrow.  I have some programming to do, so you can let 
yourself out when you're finished dressing. 

I watched as she took the top of her robe in one finger and flung it 
over her shoulder and headed for the steps.  Suddenly she stopped and 
turned to me, and said, "I almost forgot.  The first order of business 
tomorrow will be discussing why you were fifteen minutes late.  We will 
need to do something, so it never happens again."  I was in shock and 
drained by the whole day's events, but still in awe of her body as I 
watched the muscles in her back and buttocks flex and relax and she 
moved up the stairs.  She was a truly incredible young woman. 

I picked up my shorts, jock and tee shirt and headed toward the 
bathroom, frustrated, confused and fearful for "my new life."  I was now 
a piece of property who could be easily dismissed, and told 'to let 
yourself out.' I threw down my clothes, picked up a washcloth to clean 
myself, and scowled at the ceiling, "Curse you Diana."