A Day in the Life of a Muscle Dominatrix
By Muscle Fan
My name is Mistress Alexandra and I'm a muscle dominatrix.  What is a muscle dominatrix you may ask, well, I'm happy to school you.


I've worked hard to hone my body to muscular perfection. I lift heavy weights
and live on a very restrictive diet. One might say that my body is a temple,
but to me it's an entire religion.

My submissive's worship at my temple and I allow them to pleasure me and
therefore attain some gratification. Occasionally one of my followers disobeys
or ignores my commands and for this they are punished.

I'm tall, six-foot one-inch and weigh two hundred forty pounds. I have twenty
inch arms and calves, twenty-eight inch quads and a thirty inch waist. One
time a passerby on the street muttered under his breath that I looked like a
guy. I grabbed him by the front of his shirt and lifted him up so that he was
eye level with me and whispered softly, "This woman can kick your ass, bitch,
so watch your mouth." I emphasized the word 'woman'. I hope this taught the
weasel a lesson.

My clients have specific desires and I'll get into that later.

It's eight o'clock and my alarm softly chimes. I stretch and run my hands over
my deeply tanned body. I sigh and Tim, my current ''boy-toy' stirs. I toss
back the black satin sheet covering my body and raise my torso to look at my
clit. My clit is erect as I had been dreaming about Tim pleasuring me with his
twelve inch cock.

I look to my right and Tim is curled in a fetal position, his back to me. I
roll on my side and snuggle against his back, my hard clit pressed against his
butt. With my left arm I reach over him and take his flaccid manhood in my
palm and begin to stroke him. "Hmm," he moans, "don't you ever get enough,
mistress?" I laugh and whisper in his ear, "No, and I want it now, baby."

I roll on my back and Tim happily climbs on top of me. Tim is about five-foot
ten-inches, but as I said, has a twelve inch cock. I've taught him how to
prolong his orgasm to match mine taking as long as an hour to reach my climax.

Tim's thrusts begin slow and escalate to a crescendo bringing me to a
thunderous climax. I wrap my arms around him and milk the last vestiges of cum
from his cock with my vaginal muscles. "Hmm, that's it, baby," I sigh as I
loosen my hold on him. He rolls to the side clearly spent.

I chuckle as I step from the bed and look down at him. "You've earned a rest,
Timmy, sleep for an hour, and then make my lunch. I'm going to work out." I
run my finger along my now flaccid clit coming away with a drop of cum. I
bring it to my lips and savor the saltiness as I pad to the bathroom. Standing
in front of the toilet, I piss into the bowl.

In my private gym I put on some heavy metal music as I go through my routine.
An hour and a half has passed and I've completed my chest and shoulder
routine. I'll finish the rest later, but right now Tim should have my lunch
ready. I pick up the house phone and punch in the number for the kitchen. He
answers on the first ring. "Yes, mistress," he says. "I'll be there in ten
minutes." "Yes, mistress," and I hang up.

I look at myself in the full length mirror, turning slightly first one way and
then the other. 'Unbelievable,' I think to myself, 'Alex, you've come a long
way.' I run my fingers over my abs and up my sternum cupping my hard breasts.
My breasts are natural, 'No implants for these girls,' I think. Taking my
nipples between my thumb and forefinger, I squeeze savoring the pressure and
pain.

Satisfied with my reflection, I turn and pad into the house. Tim is just
plating my lunch; egg whites and skinless breast of chicken. I sit at the
glass kitchen table and begin to eat. "We're almost out of your Fem-Ex," he
says, placing a tall glass in front of me. I look at the glass, a thick amber
liquid inside. "Then you better see Arthur today," I tell him. "Yes, mistress,
I will once I'm done with my housework." Arthur is my source for Fem-Ex, it's
his invention and I'm proof that it works.

I finish my drink and food and tell Tim, "I'll be in the pool and then later
the gym." "Yes, mistress, I'll let you know when I leave." I chuckle and run
my fingers along his docile cock. "Do that, and when you're out, don't get any
ideas about screwing some bitch on the street." Tim smiles and says, "No,
mistress."

I swim twenty-five laps and then lay on a chaise in the sun drying off. The
sun feels good on my naked body and when I roll onto my back my hand goes
automatically to my pussy. I finger myself, pinching and pulling on my clit
until I'm hard. I bring myself to a climax and then doze. Being a muscle
dominatrix also means having a heightened libido. It's not uncommon for me to
have sex three or four times a day, either with Tim or someone else or
masturbating.

It's nearly five o'clock when I wake and reenter the house. Tim is dressed in
shorts, Top Siders and a polo shirt. He looks quite the preppy. "I'm just off
to the market and to see Arthur, mistress." "Good," I say, "I'm going to work
legs." I turn the inside of my right leg to him and flex. The muscles respond
mounding beneath the skin. I relax and once again enter my gym.

Leg extensions, presses, squats, calf raises and leg curls, all with heavy
weight and all with multiple sets and reps. It's time to get ready for my
first appointment. In the master (or should I say 'mistresses' bedroom) I
shower and apply a light oil to highlight my deep tan.

I drive to a hotel that overlooks the city. I maintain my 'offices' in the
penthouse suite. I enter through a private entrance and take the elevator to
the penthouse. I shrug out of my leather jacket and stand looking out at the
city lights below. My first client will be here in ten minutes.

Margaret Truman, senior partner at the largest law firms in the southland.
Margaret is in her mid-fifties, married to a judge, Harold, who is also one of
my clients, and has been a submissive of mine for the past three years. My fee
for my services is three thousand dollars, but Margaret can afford it as she
bills out at seven hundred dollars and hour. I chuckle when I think that my
per hour billing rate is four times what she bills at.

There's a rap on the door and I open it. Margaret keeps herself fit, playing
golf and tennis at a private club as well as doing yoga. "Come in, Margaret,"
I say, "How was your day?" She smiles and says, "Not great, but it's just
gotten a lot better." "That's sweet of you to say, Margaret," I reply. I slip
the suit jacket from her torso and unbutton her silk blouse. I reach behind
her and unzip her skirt. She now stands wearing a slip, panties, bra and high
heels. I step back and look at her and begin to unbutton my blouse. I take my
time watching the expression on her face. As I undo the final button and shrug
out of my satin blouse, her eyes widen.

"Do you like what you see?" I ask. "I believe you've gotten bigger, more
muscular," she says. I smile, "How sweet." I reach behind me and unzip my
leather skirt allowing it to drop to the floor. I step out of it and
Margaret's mouth opens as she looks at the Amazon before her.

"Get undressed," I tell her and slowly she unfastens her bra and then removes
her slip and panties. We're now both naked and I strike a double bicep pose.
"Come here and kiss my muscles," I tell her. She does wrapping her hands
around my arms and kissing my huge muscles.

I turn Margaret around and gently push her so she was bent over a
straight-back chair. I entered her and began to slowly screw her. She gasped
and said, "Please don't stop." I had no intention of stopping until I
climaxed. I bent low and whispered, "I'm better than Harold, aren't I,
Margaret?" She managed to say "Uh-huh," as I climaxed.

I stepped away from Margaret and she turned to face me. "Clean my clit,
Margaret," I told her. She got to her knees and took me in her mouth. "Make
sure to get every drop." I glanced at the clock and saw her time was nearly
up. "That's good, baby," I said, "Get dressed." She looked up with a pout and
I said, "Look forward to next week; I'll let you explore my body."

Margaret got dressed but before she left, she placed a thick envelope on the
side table. "Thank you, mistress," she said before leaving. I place the
envelope in my bag. I had a half hour before my next client, Mark Thompson
arrived.

I put on a black velvet bikini bottom, a black leather bustier and knee high
leather heels. The bustier which has a zipper front pushed up my breasts
making them appear larger than they are. With the high heel boots I stood
nearly six-foot five-inches, far taller than Mark who is a diminutive
five-foot six. I was just admiring the look when there was a knock on the
door.

"Get in here, bitch," I said to Mark. Dressed in his customary gray three
piece suit the CEO of one of the Fortune 500 Company's top ranked firm timidly
made his way into my penthouse.

"G-good evening, mistress," he stammered. 'Weak bitch,' I thought. "Get in the
bedroom and get undressed, I want to see that little worm you keep in your
pants," I told him. Mark Thompson is married with two children. He keeps a
regular schedule with me and likes to be humiliated and dominated. Since he's
married, I try not to inflict any visible injuries.

As I walk into the bedroom I pick up a pair of velvet gloves from the dresser.
He's down to his briefs as I place my palm on his chest. He's shaking as I
take the waistband of his shorts and rip them from his hips. His five-inch
cock springs free. I look at it and take a playful swat. "Uhh," he complains.
"What's that sissy boy?" I ask. "N-nothing, nothing, mistress," he says
quickly looking up at me.

"You're pathetic, Mark," I tell him, "Now get me my oil and feel my muscles."
He turns and gets a bottle of scented oil from the credenza. "Start on my
back," I tell him. I know he enjoys rubbing oil on my muscles and I enjoy it
before I tease him to climax.

Slowly he rubs my back having to stand on tiptoes to reach my shoulders. He
works slowly working his way down my torso to the top of my bustier. He
continues to apply oil to my hamstrings and calves.

I turn and face him, my pussy mere inches from his face, and the bulge of my
large clitoris clearly visible through the bikini. I laugh lightly and tell
him, "You'd like to suck on my cock, wouldn't you, Mark?" "Uh-huh," he
replies. I chuckle and tell him, "Not now, baby, maybe later if you're a good
boy." He finishes my legs and begins on my abdominals visible below the
bustier. "Hard?" I ask. "Yes, mistress," he says and moves up to my breasts.

"Put the oil away." He sets it back on the credenza and when he turns I flex
my arms. My huge biceps peak and his eyes widen. "Do you like these, baby?" I
ask and he nods quickly. I relax and tell him, "Take my bikini off." Eager, he
kneels and runs the bikini bottom down my legs. I step out of it and tell him,
"Turn around.' He does as I bring my clit against the small of his back.

"Can you feel my cock?" I ask him. "Yes, mistress," Mark says. "It's bigger
than your cock, you know." "Yes, mistress." "Turn around," I tell him and he
does. I look down and taking his cock and my clit in one velvet gloved hand
squeeze our genitals. Mark closes his eyes and feeling his cock against my
clit, I begin to stroke our members. Mark's breathing becomes a pant and soon
he throws his head back as he unloads his cum against my pubis.

I release my grip and tell him, "Lick that crap off of me!" He sinks to his
knees and eagerly licks his cum from my pelvis. "Good boy, now finish me off."
He takes my clit in his mouth and sucks until I climax. "Hmm," I tell him, "At
least you're good for something."

I pull away from him and tell him, "Get dressed, bitch," and strode to the
bathroom. With the door open I stand in front of the toilet and send an arc of
piss into the bowl. I glance at Mark who is getting dressed but has stopped to
watch me. "What's the matter, Marky, haven't you ever seen a woman piss
before?" He quickly turns away, embarrassed and finishes dressing.

Before he leaves he puts his envelope of cash near my tote.

My final appointment will be here in an hour so I shower, rinsing the oil from
my body. I step from the shower and dry my hair with a plush towel and watch
the water bead and run from my body. 'Magnificent' I think as I turn examining
the body I've honed to a muscular mistress.

I put on a pair of white crotch less panties and white satin lounging pajamas.
I didn't have to wait long before there was a rap on the door. I opened it.
"Hello, George," I said to the senator's bodyguard. He looked at me without
saying a word and without an expression. I focused on the senator, William
Truman. William, or Bill as I called him, was gray haired, fit for a man in
his sixties and was married with two older children. He was on the west coast
for a meeting and booked whenever he was out west.

"Hello, Bill," I said, "Please come in." As soon as I shut the door, he said,
"I'm sorry, mistress, I'll have to cut this short, I've got a 'red eye' back
to Washington." I drew a finger along his jaw line. "That's too bad; you look
like you could use a little rest and relaxation." "I could, but I'll have to
postpone that." I sigh and tell him, "I did pour you a Knob Creek on the
rocks, bring it into the bedroom with you."

He picked up his drink and followed me into the bedroom and sat it on the
nightstand. He began to undo his tie and I brushed his hands away and
undressed him. Once standing in his boxer shorts I stepped back and looked at
him. "Still working out, I see," I tell him and he pats his firm stomach. "Got
to look good for those photo ops," he says and chuckles. I laugh and unbutton
my pajama top. As it slides from my shoulders, his breath catches and I smile.
"I'm still working out too, but not for photo ops, I'm working out for you,
baby." He smiles.

Untying my pajama bottoms I let them fall to the floor revealing the crotch
less panties, my clit protruding through the opening. "Oh, dear," I say,
looking down at my clit, "Look at me, I'm already horny," and I laugh. I step
close to Bill and pull his shorts down, his erect penis springing forward.
"Hmm," I hum, "Looks like little Bill needs some attention."

He lies on his back and I straddle his hips and slowly lower myself onto his
waiting shaft. "Sorry you don't have much time, baby, I'd like to make this
last." "Me too," he says, "next time." "Uh-huh," I say.

I engulf his stiff member and rhythmically begin to work my vaginal muscles
drawing them along his shaft. "Hmm," he moans, "that's marvelous." I chuckle
savoring the sensation of his cock inside me. Glancing at the bedside clock, I
see that he's lasted fifteen minutes. I tighten my muscles and bring him to a
stunning climax. "Was that good, baby?" I ask. Catching his breath he says,
"Yes, yes."

I step from the bed and softly tell him, "Sit on the end of the bed and clean
my pussy, baby." He looks up at me at clearly not use to having people tell
him what to do and I simply nod. He slides forward and I say, "Get all of your
cum out of me." He sucks on my clit and runs his tongue deep within my vagina.
I feel myself nearing an orgasm and putting a hand on the back of his head;
hold his mouth in place as I cum. He gags and I release my hold on him.

I sigh heavily and tell him, "That was great, baby, I'm not an easy woman to
please, but that was great." He looks pleased with himself as he gets up and
begins to dress. 'Quick night,' I think to myself. I remove my wet panties and
put my pajama's back on and walk him to the door. Before he reaches the door
he extracts a thick envelope from his jacket pocket and sits it next to my
tote bag.

"Thank you, mistress," he says, "Next time I'll stay longer." "I hope so,
William," I say, "I hope so." I open the door for him and come face to face
with George. "Take good care of the senator, George, I did and chuckle. The
man's expression never changed; instead he turned and pressed the down button
on the elevator.

I close the penthouse door and gather the three envelopes. I remove two one
hundred dollar bills and walk them into the bedroom and put them in the center
of the bed. I dress and hang up my bustier and put away my boots. The maid
will tidy up and the two hundred is for her effort.

Leaving the hotel, in the lobby I give Leo three hundred dollars for watching
the elevator. Leo doesn't even look at the money but simply nods and says,
"Thank you, mistress, have a good night." I smile at Leo and say, "I have and
I will, thank you."

I hope this gives some insight as to what my days are like. As I said in the
beginning, my clients have specific desires, so the services I provide
changes, but now you know what my 'typical' day is like.

If you enjoyed 'A Day in the Life of a Muscle Dominatrix', please let me know
at covert.1@hotmail.com

Thanks,

Muscle Fan