The Massage
by sub
sub describes a  massage of his powerful Mistress 


     i was washing Her Highness' dishes when i heard
Her shout from the den, "Get in here, slave!  Now!"  i
quickly dried my hands and ran to see what She wanted. 
When i entered Her presence i fell to my hands and knees
and crawled, naked and collared, to where She stood.  She
looked even more spectacular than usual in Her black
posing suit and high heels, for She was still pumped from
Her earlier workout.  When i reached Her i bowed and
pressed my lips to Her shoes, reverentially, one at a time,
while asking how i might serve Her.  She responded by
reaching down to grab me by the hair and pull me to my
feet.  She arched my head back painfully and pulled me
against Her awesome chest, forcing me to look up at Her
beautiful face.  "My muscles are a little sore from My
workout, slut," She said, "Beg Me to let you give Me a
massage."
     "Please, Your Highness," i gasped, in pain, "Please,
i beg of You, please let me massage Your incredible
muscles, Mighty One.  Please, Mistress, please, please,
i...oooffff!!"  i crumpled to the floor in agony, for She had
pulled me away from Her chest, released my hair, and
slammed Her fist into my abdomen.  She reached down and
slipped two fingers under my collar, Her knuckles pressing
against my throat.  She pulled me up so my face was just
inches from Her crotch and with an easy flick of Her wrist,
backhanded me across the face, snapping my head to the
side and bringing tears to my eyes.  "Keep begging, slut,"
She said, pulling my throat against Her crotch so that my
face was still turned up toward Her.
     "P-p-please, Goddess, p-please," i whimpered,
terrified, "i beg, i beg, please permit me, worthless as i am,
to give You a massage."  She put Her mighty fist next to my
face and smiled cruelly.  The implied threat that She would
punch me frightened me even further; in moments i was
shaking uncontrollably with fear, unable to even form
sentences:  "Highness...oh...Great
One...please...massage...please...i
beg...You...Mistress...Beautiful...please..."  
     A few seconds later my words became unintelligibly 
garbled as She began to grind Her knuckles into my face
and lips, causing painful swelling and bruising without quite
breaking the skin.  i was sobbing now, the tears flowing
freely from my eyes.  When She thought me sufficiently
bruised She wiped one powerful finger across my cheek,
gathering some of the wetness.  She lifted the finger to Her
mouth and touched it to Her tongue, saying,
"Mmmm...slave tears.  Delicious."  She released my collar
and dropped me to the floor at Her feet where i cowered,
weeping.  She nudged my face with Her shoe and said, "Go
get the massage oil and some towels to cover the sofa, slut. 
And be quick about it!"
     i scrambled to my hands and knees and backed away
from Her as quickly as i could, eager to obey.  "Thank You,
Glorious One, thank You, thank You, oh thank You,
Magnificence," i replied, with continued expressions of
gratitude as i left the room.  
     i returned moments later, this time on my knees and
elbows, since i was holding the towels and bottle of oil in
my hands.  She had moved the coffee table away from the
couch, so i crawled to it and spread out the towels for Her
to lie on.  She kicked me aside and stretched Her long,
muscular frame out on the couch, face down, as She pulled
Her long ponytailed hair to one side and rested Her
beautiful face on Her crossed forearms.  "Kiss my ass a
little, slave," She murmured lazily, "And tell Me how great I
am.  Just to relax Me a bit before you start."
     i did as She commanded, kneeling by Her side.  i
pressed my swollen lips against Her firm, perfect glutes and
kissed them lovingly.  The sensation was painful yet
incredibly exciting, and my erection rose with the honor of
kissing Her majestic ass.  "You are the greatest, Mighty
One," i said, "You are the strongest, the smartest, the most
beautiful, the most perfect Goddess imaginable.  Oh,
Glorious Mistress, You favor the earth with every step of
Your blessed feet, Exalted Highness.  The sun itself is less
radiant than Your awesome beauty.  You are..."
     "All right, slut," She interrupted, "Start My
massage.  Begin with my neck and shoulders.  And shut up
for a while, you obsequious little worm.  you may keep
kissing, however."  i kissed my way up Her back as i
reached for the bottle of oil.  i poured some of the oil onto
my palms and rubbed my hands together to warm the oil to
a comfortable temperature.  i slid my hands along Her
powerful neck, working downward from the hairline toward
Her sinewy traps.  i was barely able to dent these hardened
cables of muscle with my feeble fingers but i kept working
at it until they were a bit softer, more relaxed, continuing to
kiss Her back as She had ordered.  i then moved on to Her
huge deltoids and upper arms, stroking them lovingly.  She
kept Her forearms tucked under Her head so i reversed my
movements, working toward Her back once again.
     Her back!  How could one describe it?  A vast
expanse of chiseled undulations, each curve more
astonishingly powerful than the last.  i poured more oil on
my hands and spread it worshipfully across this wide, well-
developed region, alternating between long, soothing
strokes and smaller, more intense kneading motions.  i
alternated between up-and-down and side-to-side motions. 
At the sides i found Her enormous lats, which were each
almost too big to fit one hand around.   i was gratified to
hear Her Highness' breathing grow more relaxed and
regular as i continued my journey from Her upper back to
Her lower, where i applied every ounce of my tiny strength
to loosen Her mighty erector spinae muscles.  When i
reached the tops of the delicious curves of Her glutes She
said, "Later for that, pretty slave.  Move on to My legs."
     i did as She said and, applying more oil, stroked Her
corded hamstrings, one mighty leg at a time,  as i moved
down Her beautiful legs, giving special attention to where
Her muscles inserted into Her knee joint before i moved on
to Her calves.  Words fail to describe these angular yet
rounded beauties, and my heart pounded with the joy of
massaging them.  She stopped me again when i reached Her
ankles holding the promise of massaging Her feet in my
future, a blessing to be earned through further service.
     She turned over onto Her back at this time, placing
Her intertwined fingers behind Her head.  This position, of
course, caused Her incredible biceps to flex slightly, and i
gasped in awe as i looked up along Her body toward them. 
Beginning at Her ankles, i began to work my way upward
along Her shins, once again pausing for extra attention to
the knee joint before moving on to Her huge, sweeping
quadriceps.  Massaging these massive structures required
the effort of my entire body and i leaned my weight into
them, one gigantic steely phenomenon at a time.  i tarried
when i reached Her hip flexors, enjoying the proximity to
Her honey-sweet, most-desired pussy.  Again, however, She
ordered me to leave this holiest of holy regions for later, and
i moved on to another much-beloved area, Her spectacular
abs.
     This granite six-pack of impressive glory was truly a
joy to behold, even more so to touch.  my fingers played
joyfully among these beautiful curves, rubbing the oil along
the rounded upper surfaces and into the deep valleys
between them.  My breaths came quick and short as i neared
Her perfect breasts but she said, "Later for those too, little
one."  i moved on, reluctantly, to Her upper pecs, flattening
my palms against them and pushing outward toward Her
frontal deltoids, deeply massaging the insertions between
these two pairs of powerful muscles.
     Then, oh joyous event, i was permitted to move on
to Her unbelievable, huge, frightening biceps, those massive
symbols of Her incredible power.  i held each, in turn, in
both my trembling hands, and stroked them with worshipful
admiration.  From time to time Her Highness would flex
them slightly, momentarily, to demonstrate their steely
hardness.  i lingered over these mountains of strength until
She straightened one arm, inviting me to move along its
length.  i massaged Her dense, vascular forearm until i
reached Her mighty hand, which She held out languidly,
awaiting my affections.  i stroked each finger lovingly and,
with extra care, kneaded the meaty area between Her thumb
and forefinger.  When She felt i was finished with this hand
She held out the other, to which i applied the same adoring
care.  As i was gently massaging Her powerful hand,
suddenly She closed it upon my fingers, crushing them in
Her mighty grip.  "Owwww!" i cried, both from the pain
and the surprise.
     "Pretty little slut," She murmured languidly, "So
easy to hurt."  i cringed and whined as Her grip grew
tighter.  "Beg for My feet now, little puppet.  I want to hear
how much you love them, how much you want to please
them."
     "Please, Magnificent One, please, Goddess, please, i
beg of You, please let me massage Your beautiful feet!" i
responded.  my fingers felt as though they were being
crushed to paste in Her powerful grasp.  "i adore Your
glorious feet, Mistress...please, Highness, they're so
beautiful, so perfect.  i long to please them, to soothe them,
with every fiber of my worthless being, Omnipotent One,
please, i..."
     "Then shut up and take My shoes off, stupid," She
said, releasing my hands.  i gasped with relief and moved to
Her feet, carefully removing Her heels.  i inhaled the lovely
scent of Her slightly sweaty feet and lavished them with
adoring kisses, the honor of doing so blunting the agony of
my swollen lips.  "Thank You, Kind Mistress, thank You," i
purred between kisses.  i poured more oil onto my hands
and rubbed it all over Her delectable right foot, then began
worshipfully stroking the top, the sides, and the heel, before
i started kneading the beautifully curved arch and ball of
Her foot.  i soon moved on to the toes, giving each of them,
individually, the loving attention they so richly deserved. 
When She was satisfied with my work on Her right foot,
She ordered me to continue on the left.  i gratefully repeated
the process on this foot.  After some time i looked up from
this delightful task and noticed that Her Highness had dozed
off into a smiling slumber.  Gratified that i had been able to
serve Her, to pleasure Her, and to relax Her Mightiness, i
continued as i had been instructed, for i had not been
commanded to cease.  i was content with the knowledge
that Her Magnificence would waken eventually to play with
me some more...