The Strong, Dominant Women's Club by M.C. Four large and amazingly powerful female friends meet for their monthly luncheon. The two big and very muscular women sat on the sofa in the living room. Betty and Nancy had been friends since their college days when they both played on their university's rugby team (the men's rugby team that is) and led their team to the league championship two years in a row. These best friends were now both attorneys working for the same law firm. "Would you like something to drink Nancy while we're waiting for Alice and Diane to show up?" "Yes Betty. I'd so love a cup of tea." "Tea it is then." Betty reached over and grabbed a small bell. "Tingle,tingle." Almost immediately the door to her kitchen opened and a large, well-built man came out. "Yes Betty, what can I do for you?" "Nancy and I would both like a cup of tea, Mikie." "Of course; I'll get it immediately." After he returned to the kitchen, Nancy, unable to control herself any longer, started giggling. "I see you bought your boyfriend a new pair of panties to wear around the house. Pink this time. Tee, hee, hee." "Yes Nancy, I picked them up yesterday at the lingerie department in Macy's - extra, extra large. Do you like them?" "Hmmm, well personally I prefer the lavender ones he was wearing at our luncheon last month." "Oh come on girlfriend, pink is definitely Mikie's color." The kitchen door opened again and Mike came out (completely naked except for the pink panties he was wearing) with the two cups of tea. "Mikie?" Betty asked after he put them down on the table,"which pair of panties do you prefer, the pink or the lavender?" Mike gulped hard before meekly saying,"the pink ones that you bought for me yesterday, Betty." "That's not fair," Nancy protested. "He's only saying that because he knows you'll beat him up if he disagrees with you." "Me? Beat up my honeybunch over a silly thing like this? (smirk)." Betty reached into Mike's panties with her strong, right hand and gently began to fondle his penis. "And speaking of beatings Nancy, how's Richard doing?" "He's getting better Betty. He should be out of the hospital in a day or two." "Don't you think you were a little bit too rough with him?" "Perhaps; but he did deserve to be punished. Imagine, sneaking off to his friend's house to watch the Super bowl without first finishing his chores, and then not even asking my permission to leave. No, he definitely had to be punished; but maybe I did overdo it a little. Sometimes I just get carried away you know." "I heard that you also beat up all of his friends." "Yes. But they were partners in his crime so they had to be punished too. But I was easier on them than I was with Richard." Just then the doorbell rang. "Oh goodie, they've arrived. Now we can eat." Betty stopped fondling Mike's penis and motioned for him to open the door. When he did, two more large and muscular women entered. "Oh, I see you bought Mike a new pair of panties Betty," Alice said with a giggle. "That's right. Nancy and I were just discussing which pair he looks better in, the pink or the lavender. What do you girls think?" "Pink," Diane, the other large, strong woman who entered, said immediately. "No doubt about it." "Yes, pink is definitely his color," Alice concurred (Betty looked over at Nancy and smirked). "Very well then girls, sit down and we'll all have a cup of tea before Mike serves us lunch. Mikie?" "Yes Betty, I'll get the tea; and lunch will be ready in about ten minutes." The four friends sat down on the couch and began to update each other on what had been happening in their lives since their last luncheon together the previous month."Alice," Nancy began,"I couldn't help but notice that there was an ambulance parked outside your gym a few days ago while I was driving by. Did something happen?" "Oh, it was nothing serious. Some of the male bodybuilders began to harass a few of the women who were working out. So I had to explain (wink) to them that this kind of behavior will not be tolerated in my establishment." "How many men were there?" Betty asked. "Four, but only two needed to be taken to the hospital." "How's the football practice going?" Nancy asked Diane. "Well, for a team of supposedly rough, tough college football players, they sure act like a bunch of crybabies. I mean, as a strength and fitness coach I'm supposed to get these guys in shape, aren't I? There's not a single one of them that can out lift me in the weight room. Not one that can outrun me; and when we jog, they get tired after only ten miles. Pathetic, simply pathetic." Again the kitchen door opened and Mike - himself a former college heavyweight wrestling champion - brought out the women's lunch and placed it on the large table in the dinning room. "Lunch is served ladies...and I sincerely hope you like it." As she walked past her boyfriend to the table, Betty couldn't resist reaching into Mike's pink panties again and giving his penis a gentle squeeze. "Thank you Mikie, and I hope for your sake that it's better than the one you made for us the last time." He did too. The girls sat down at the table and Mike served what he hoped would be - what indeed had better be - the delicious meal that he had been laboring over for the previous three hours. And as these these strong, powerful women began to eat, they continued to talk about a variety of subjects of interest; amongst them, their relationships with the 'weaker' sex - that is to say men. "Are you still together with Ron, Diane?" Betty asked. "On no; I kicked him out two weeks ago." "Why?" "I wanted to see if he liked me as much as my dog Rexy. So I locked them both in a closet for four hours. And when I opened the door to let them out, only Rexy was happy to see me." Giggles were heard all around the table. "And what about Richard, Nancy? I heard you beat him up pretty good." "Yes Alice, Betty and I were discussing that a short while ago. Perhaps I was a little too rough on him. But hey after all, he did play football in college so I thought he was tougher than that. You should have heard the way he cried, begging me to stop beating him up; just like a little baby. The wimp." "That's just so typical of men," Betty chimed in. "They think they are so tough. And then they meet women like us who are far stronger and tougher than they are and they start crying for their mommies. It was the same way with Mikie too." "Really Betty,"Nancy said, and then asked,"you know girlfriend, you never told us the story of how the two of you met; and I'm sure we'd all like to hear it. Right girls?" Alice and Diane both nodded their heads. "O.K. Sure. Mikie, come back out here! (he was in the kitchen and had begun to wash their dirty dishes). Come out here and stand next to me. The girls want to hear the story about how we first met." Mike grimaced. The last thing he wanted to do was be forced to hear about how he, a once proud, tough, macho jock, was reduced to being essentially a house servant and sex slave to this mighty girlfriend of his. But he also knew very well what Betty would do to him if he refused. So what choice did he have? Meekly, Mike came out of the kitchen and stood next to Betty. Betty smiled at her friends and began,"well about three months ago I was working out in your gym Alice - I believe you were on vacation in Europe at the time - and this gorgeous hunk (Betty again put her strong hand into Mike's panties and started to fondle his penis) walks into the weight room like he owns it. He was wearing a sweatshirt that said 'college wrestling champion' on it, and since he obviously thought he was something special, I decided to have a little bit of fun with him. "College wrestling champion eh? You don't look so tough to me. How about a little wrestling match - me against you? I promise not to hurt you too much; tee, hee, hee. Well that really got his male ego riled up - honestly, men are just so easy to trap. So he accepted my challenge to - as he put it - 'put me in my place' (giggles). To make a long story short, I then proceeded to mop the floor with him; and I wasn't even trying hard. "As I tossed him all around the weight room, I teased him while doing so by saying things like 'what's the matter champ? Is the girl too tough for you?' or 'my sixteen year-old sister gives me tougher matches than this' - which, by-the-way, is the truth; even she beat up Mikie two weeks ago. I made sure to rub it in by giggling every time I slammed him to the floor. After tossing him around for about fifteen minutes or so, I decided he'd had quite enough. I backed him into a corner, grabbed his sweatshirt with one hand and his crotch with the other and lifted his 220 pounds high above my head in my outstretched arms. I then began an airplane spin, giggling as I twirled him around and around until he begged me to stop. I plopped him on the floor, put my right foot on his chest and flexed my muscles. It was at this point that Mikie broke down and started to cry. "Oh you poor thing, I cooed as I saw this big, strong hunk lying on the weight room floor, crying after being totally beaten by a superior woman. I really did feel sorry for him; and he is a cutie pie. So I ordered him to get up; and when he did, I lifted him up over my shoulder and carried this pathetic crying man out to my car where I tossed him into the back seat and drove home. After yanking him out of my car, I lifted him up again and carried him inside - straight into the bedroom (wink). The next day I forced him to move out of his apartment and into my home. I also made him quit his job - after all, as a successful attorney I easily make enough for both of us. And we've been living happily together ever since." "Wow!" Alice exclaimed. "That's truly a romantic story." "Yes," Diane agreed,"that was just so...so beautiful, Betty!" "Wonderful! What a lovely way to meet a guy!" Nancy added. (If Mike had anything to say at this point, he wisely kept it to himself). Betty stood up and patted her humiliated boyfriend on the head. "You've been a very good boy today Mikie. Lunch was excellent; wasn't it girls?" They all nodded in agreement. "So I won't have to punish you like I did the last time (Mike breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this). Now, clear the table and wash the rest of the dishes. We'll take our dessert and coffee in the living room - in ten minutes sharp!" "Yes Betty, in ten minutes your desserts and coffee will be served." As Mike returned to his chores, Betty smiled at her friends and said,"men can be so obedient...once they've been trained properly that is." This was followed by a lot of girlish giggling. Ten minutes later, as promised, the 'girls' were served their coffee and apple pie a-la-mode. And as they began to eat, Betty reached into her purse, took out her hairbrush and handed it to Mike. "While we're eating this lovely dessert Mikie, please brush our pretty hair." Without question, the large, strong former college heavyweight wrestling champion took Betty's hairbrush and began his next chore while Betty and her friends continued with their 'girl talk'. "Can you remember the first time that you experienced the joy of being a strong, dominate female?" Betty asked, to no one in particular. "Yes," Alice answered first,"and it was a truly wonderful experience." "Well then, tell us about it Alice." "I guess I must have been around fifteen years old at the time. My family had just moved into a new neighborhood and there was this big bully who lived down the street from us. One day I saw him picking on a smaller boy so I went over to him and told him to 'knock it off'. I guess he didn't like being ordered around by a girl so he came up to me and said 'and what are you going to do about it?' So I beat the crap out of him. By the time I got through with him, he was crying like a little baby (giggles). But the thing is, I felt so good while I was beating him up. That was the moment when I discovered the joy of female domination." "I had a somewhat similar experience," Nancy continued,"but with me it occurred in high school when I was sixteen. I was eating lunch with some of my girlfriends in the cafeteria when these two large, strong guys on the football team who were sitting at the next table started to say things about us that weren't very nice - you know how boys can be sometimes. So I went over to their table and said that if they didn't stop talking about me and my friends that way they're going to regret it. Well, boys being boys, they got up and one of them said,'you and whose army?' So, like Alice, I also beat the crap out of them. And while I was bashing them all around the cafeteria, I felt a tremendous - well erotic actually - feeling of female power; and I've had it ever since." "With me," Betty began,"it was somewhat different. As you know, my biological father died of cancer when I was fourteen years old. About two years after he passed away my mother started dating again. None of the guys she dated were serious relationships until she met Rick. She liked him a lot and he treated her kindly; except when he got drunk. One night my mom came home crying. I could clearly see that she had a black eye, but when I asked her what happened, she wouldn't say - she just went into her bedroom and continued to cry. "Well, I'm not stupid you know; and I knew very well what happened. So since Rick lived only a few blocks away from us, I decided to pay him a visit. I walked over to his house and knocked on his door. When he opened it, I told him quite bluntly to prepare himself for the beating of his life. Since I was only sixteen at the time and he was a six foot - 200 pound ex-marine, he didn't take my threat seriously. Half an hour later he was lying on his back, battered to a pulp with me sitting on top of him. I told him that if he didn't apologize to my mother for hitting her, I would come back the next day and beat him up ten times worse than I just had; and that he's never to lay a finger on her in anger again." Betty smiled and continued,"I guess he got the message. Because the very next day he came over with a huge bouquet of flowers and profusely apologized to my mom - I was standing only a few feet away when he did so and I could clearly see that he was shaking. And he also promised that if she forgave him, he would give up drinking. Well - to make a long story short - she did and he did and a year later Rick and my mom got married; so he's now my step-father. That's when I realized the true power of being a strong female." "Well," Diane, the strength and fitness coach of the local university's football team began,"I guess it's my turn now. For as long as I can remember I was always a tomboy, always playing sports with the guys. Baseball, basketball, football - you name it, I did it; even boxing and wrestling. And one thing I discovered early on is that when I beat the boys, they didn't like it. I, on the other hand, loved beating them - that me, a 'mere' girl, could beat the roughest, toughest boys in practically every sport was a big 'turn on' for me. I could always outrun, out lift and out fight every boy in every school that I attended. So, to answer Betty's question, I don't think that there was one single moment that stands out above any other. Perhaps it was when I knocked out the heavyweight boxing champ of my university. It's too bad they wouldn't let me replace him on the team. Male egos can be so fragile you know." All the girls nodded in agreement. Betty and her friends continued their 'girl chatting' for awhile longer while Mike obediently brushed their long, beautiful hair. "Well girls," Betty said after they finished their coffee and apple pie,"I guess our monthly luncheon is just about over. Mikie, collect the cups and dishes and wash them while I bid ado to my friends." The four amazons then got up, collected their belongings and began walking towards the front door of Betty's home. "As usual Betty, it was another wonderful get-together," Alice said. "Yes, it certainly was," Diane agreed. "Do you have a date for our next luncheon?" Nancy asked. "It'll be sometime next month girls. I'll have to check my calendar; but we'll be in touch." The four large, strong women then gave each other a hug before departing. After closing the door, Betty walked back into the kitchen. "You were a very good boy today Mikie,"she said as he finished washing the last of the dishes,"and I think you deserve a reward." Once again, the powerful woman reached inside Mike's panties and grabbed him firmly by the penis - then she led him into their bedroom for an afternoon and evening of passionate lovemaking.