A New Attitude - Part I

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[The attached story is a fantasy.  That is to say it is one of my fantasies.  If 
this isn't your fantasy that is fine.  But DON'T write and tell me why you didn't 
like the fantasy or the situation.  They are what excites me and I don't expect 
them to impact you the same way.  DO write and tell me where the writing 
sucks, or where you would have done something differently to improve the 
story - I am trying to get better at this.  I am not a professional writer, although 
I'm told the only difference is that I don't get paid for this.  If you like stories of 
women far stronger and more skilled than the men they meet, you may find 
some enjoyment in these stories.  Many of these stories are extremely violent, 
explicit, and graphic in nature.  You must be over 18 to read this.]

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At first, I couldn't believe it and was more than a little embarrassed at how 
easily she had so completely defeated me.  But after seeing more of her and 
watching her work out, I was just glad she hadn't killed me.

First let me explain that I was a very out of shape man 31 years old when I met 
Theresa.  Not fat, a fairly fast metabolism at least kept the bulge around my 
middle to a minimum, but a sedentary life style of too much time working and 
no time exercising had left me soft and woefully out of shape.  A trip up three 
flights of stairs could leave me winded, and a weekend moving my furniture 
around in my new penthouse apartment had left me sore.  Still, I was a good 
looking man who had a commanding personality that had served me well in 
business.  I had become extremely wealthy by my 30th birthday and was used to 
being in charge of things.  Until she came into my life that is.

The she I mentioned is my mistress Theresa.  She is a fitness model and 
contestant in some of those fitness and bodybuilding shows.  She does well, her 
hard and muscular body is gorgeous and she can do amazing things with it (as I 
continually find out).  I met her at the gym near my new place.  

The soreness from moving furniture convinced me I needed to do something 
about my physical condition.  Coming out of the gym one day I met Theresa.  I 
was captivated by her instantly.  She wasn't particularly tall, about 5,7" and 
must have weighed about 130 pounds.  But the pounds were perfectly 
distributed.  She had long dark hair to the middle of her back, amazing facial 
features with a bewitching smile.  Her dark tan accented her magnificent curves 
and muscularity.  Not huge but definitely muscular and incredibly toned.  Even 
in her "street clothes" her tone and definition were obvious.  I was instantly 
tuned on by her large and firm bust.

Not one to be intimidated by a woman as gorgeous as this I walked up and 
began a conversation with her.  We ended up having coffee and arranged to see 
each other that night.  She had an engaging personality that almost equaled her 
looks.  I felt myself harden as I watched her walk away, anticipating seeing her 
again.

She came to my penthouse that night.  I sighed audibly as I saw her at the door.  
She had on a short dress that came down low in the bust and high at the thigh.  
It accentuated her ample, amazingly firm bust as well as her large, toned legs.  
I had cooked a gourmet meal for us and we got to know each other better as we 
ate.  I was incredibly aroused by her and couldn't help but stare at her body as 
she talked.  Her breasts were huge but more firm than any I had had ever seen 
in my life.  Even her cleavage was muscular.  Her legs were muscular and 
looked equally amazing.  She noticed, but didn't seem to mind.  If anything she 
enjoyed the attention.  

After the meal she was telling me about her workouts and how she had 
developed her body and how strong she was when I interrupted.

" I can see how built you are but I have a hard time believing that a petite, 
feminine thing like you is as strong as you say."

She flashed her dazzling smile, "Well, I guess I'll just have to show you."  She 
walked me back to the table and sat me down.  Placing my arm and hers on the 
table in a classic armwrestling position, she again smiled at me,  "Anytime 
you're ready."  

After getting over the surprise of what she was doing, I set to the task.  I never 
even said go, but just started pushing against her arm as hard as I could.  Her 
arm never moved and only a slight increase in the size of her bicep showed any 
effort at all on her part.  Me, on the other hand, I was grunting and straining 
with all my might.  My arm began to shake and my face turned red with effort, 
but her arm never even moved.  I was stunned at how much stronger she was 
then me.  I knew I was out of shape but I never imagined how outclassed I was 
by this beautiful woman who was almost 5 inches shorter and over 50 pounds 
lighter than me (at that time I was near 200 pounds on my just over 5'11" 
frame).

She began to tease me as I strained.  "Come on Peter, you must be able to do 
better than this," she began.  "I'm hardly trying, and I'm just a little woman 
who can't be that strong.  Let me give you a taste for what I can do."  With that 
she gripped tightly on my hand and slammed my arm to the table.  My hand 
throbbed from her grip and my shoulder burned from the wrenching she had 
delivered.  She continued to taunt, "I can't believe how weak you are, when I 
saw you at the gym I figured you must have some ability.  I bet I'm twice as 
strong a you are.  In fact let's test that.  I'll use my left arm, that's my weaker 
one, and you can use both of your arms at once.  I bet you still can't even make 
me try."

Stunned and a little angry I agreed and set out to show her no woman was that 
strong.  But just as before I grabbed her arm, this time with both of mine and 
began to push with all my strength.  I could see she was straining some this 
time, but I wasn't able to make any progress against her.  She began to laugh.  
"Is that all you have?  I can't believe what a wimp you are." She taunted me 
unmercifully the entire time as she took both my arms down and held them on 
the table.  

"All right, you win," I said.  "You proved your point let me go."  I was unable 
to lift her hand.

"Proved my point, honey I've only started," she said ominously.  "You see ever 
since I was a girl I've been able to beat the boys and now men at anything I 
tried.  Nothing turns me on more than to defeat a man and show him he's not 
even close to being a match for me.  It turns me on so much sometimes I get a 
little carried away.  But I think you're going to enjoy this."

After teasing me some more she finally let up and pulled me to my feet.  Then 
as I struggled against her she stripped me out of my suit and left me standing 
there in my underwear.  It was hard to imagine how easy it was for her to twist 
and turn me, hold me down and remove my pants, shirt, shoes, etc.  I yelled at 
her to stop, but she only laughed and told me to "make her".  When she finally 
let me go and stood up I 
was enraged.

"That's enough," I yelled.  "You've had your fun, now get out.  I don't want to 
hurt you."  I was foaming and as mad as I had ever been in my life.

"Hurt me?" she laughed.  "Wimpy, you couldn't hurt me with a sledge 
hammer."  As she continued to tease and belittle me I lost it.  I threw my 
hardest punch into her midsection.

Looking back I can't believe I did that.  I had never been in a fight in my life, 
and here I was punching a beautiful woman.  But I was furious and I had to 
knock that annoying smile off of her face.  As my punch hit her abs I felt how 
hard they were.  My fist didn't even penetrate but instead bounced off.  The 
smile never left her face as she looked at me.  "Wait, that one doesn't count," 
she said.  "I hadn't tensed my abs yet.  Try again, and put a little muscle into it 
this time."

She held her arms behind her head and tensed her abs.  The muscles were 
evident against the tight dress.  Knowing it was futile but too angry to stop, I 
punched her over and over.  My fists thudded off her hard stomach not denting 
the hard muscles and hurting my knuckles.  She continued to laugh and tell me 
how it tickled.  Frustrated I yelled and threw a hard right at her head.  Her 
hand flew up and caught my hand in front of her body.  She twisted my wrist 
and I fell to the ground screaming in pain.

She tsked at me.  "Now did I say you could try to hit my face?  You haven't 
learned the rules yet."  And she began to wrestle with me.  You couldn't call it a 
wrestling MATCH, it was more a wrestling LESSON.  She put me in holds and 
I screamed in pain and submitted to her.  She was so in control and so much 
stronger and more skilled than me that I couldn't do a single thing to stop her.  
She continued to talk the entire time she took me down.  Telling me what hold 
I was in, talking about her workout routine, how weak I was, just talking to 
emphasize how little effort it was taking her to so completely destroy me.

I realized that there was nothing I could do to her.  She was much too strong.  I 
struggled as hard as I could but I knew she was superior.  I found myself 
getting hard and being turned on by her dominance.

I lost count of the number of times she made me give up.  Probably near 20, 
maybe 50 I don't remember.  She made me give up in every hold she put me in.  
Even the simple holds like a headlock were too much for me.  Her hard arms 
constricted my head until I began to feel dizzy and I begged her to stop.  A 
bearhug made me unable to breathe and gasping for air.  It must have looked 
ridiculous this little woman holding the bigger man off the ground as my feet 
scraped the ground and she pressured the hold.  Unable to breathe I couldn't 
submit and began to flail my arms wildly.  She dropped me and moved to the 
next hold.  Arm bars, full nelson, back breaker she made me scream until my 
voice was raw. 

But the worst was her legs.  When she put me in a body scissors I was sure she 
was going to cut me in half.  I would paw and beat at her legs and thrash wildly 
to try and get loose, but it was hopeless.  She was way too strong for me.  I felt 
her iron hard legs and marveled at the definition as she forced me to beg for 
mercy.  The head scissors was even worse and I began to black out as she 
mercifully released me.

She held my outclassed body on the ground and pinned me with her body.  I 
could feel her hard abs against my stomach.  Her breasts against my chest.  Her 
hard body felt so erotic and I was surprised to find myself growing hard under 
her.  She noticed it too and laughed at me.  "You're actually enjoying this aren't 
you?  You ARE a wimp."  She ground her hips against me and the pain and 
pleasure mix was so arousing that I lost control and spurted inside my 
underwear.

She laughed and got up after that.  I had never been so humiliated in my life.  
She had completely overwhelmed me and yet I wanted her body.  In fact, her 
strength and domination had actually turned me on!  The fact that she knew 
this and that I could do nothing to stop her, made me feel small and pitiful.  I 
was breathing hard and my entire body was sore.  As I stood up my body shook 
with the effort it took.  She pushed me back down and straddled me.

As I lay under her, she took off her dress and high heels, even the added 
handicap of the heels hadn't slowed her down as she trashed me, and told me to 
service her.  "You better make me feel good or you will think that what I've 
done so far was pleasant in comparison to what I can do to you."

I believed her.  I was actually afraid of what this woman could do to me, and I 
was disgusted at myself to realize that I was incredibly turned on as well.  Her 
stripping had made me hard again, even that soon after I had ejaculated.  She 
had me trace her entire body with my hands and tongue.  I kissed her arms, her 
abs and licked her muscular legs.  No wonder she was so strong, the muscles 
were so hard and defined.  I got into it and began to explore her biceps with my 
mouth.  She enjoyed it and wrapped her arms and legs around me and 
squeezed.  Her breasts were very sensitive and as I kissed them she wrapped 
around me and squeezed so hard I couldn't breathe.  Her firm breasts smothered 
me and turned me on so badly.  I can't ever remember being so turned on.  She 
ground against me and told me to make her stop.  "Come on he man," she 
teased.  Make the little girl get off of you before she kills you."  As she did this 
I again exploded into my shorts.

She made me get up and kiss her feet.  Then she pulled my head into her crotch 
and told me to get to work.  I pleasured her over and over with my hands and 
tongue.  She wouldn't let me enter her with my dick (only real men get to do 
that, she told me) but I made her come with my tongue.  As she orgasmed, she 
clamped so hard on my head that I passed out from pain and lack of oxygen.  

When I woke up she was gone.  A note was on the table.  "You're mine," was 
all it said.