Alex - Humiliation Episode 2
by Muscle Fan
A fictional work of domination, muscle worship and brutality 


by Muscle Fan

covert.1@hotmail.com

My name is Alex Slaughter. Slaughter is not my real surname but the one I go
by ever since I morphed into the woman I am today. I won't bore readers with
my childhood or my adolescence; the real story came later, once I discovered
my real power, my power over men and women and my true calling; domination.

This is just a snippet of my life, my lifestyle. It may be graphic, but I've
never been one to pull my punches.

Robbie calls me 'insatiable' and that may well be true. If you compare my
sexual appetite with that of the average woman, I suppose I am, but, you see,
I'm not your average woman. I'm unique. I'm, more or less, in a field by
myself. You might say I stand out.

Oh, sure, there are other dominatrixes, and there are female bodybuilders, but
I'm both and more. My sheer size alone commands respect and obedience. I'm
six-foot six-inches tall, with broad shoulders and a veiny, muscular physique.
I can easily out lift and out last female and male bodybuilders. I work out
six to seven hours a day to keep my body in shape, perform for an on-line
video audience of nearly a million fans worldwide, have sex or masturbate a
minimum of four or five times a day and answer email and fan letters as well
as review requests. I'm a busy girl.

In response to one fan who asked if I go out; assuming he wasn't asking for a
date, I replied that I do go out to dinner, the market, dry cleaner, and other
places that the average size woman goes. I pointed out that I do draw a lot of
attention and that I don't try and hide my body and muscles when I am out in
public, quite the contrary, I'm proud of my muscles and take pride in showing
them off. I'm flattered when I'm recognized by one of my fans, and have even
been asked for my autograph.

Another person asked if I ever hurt anyone while shooting my videos. The short
answer to that is yes, I've broken limbs, dislocated shoulders and fractured
ribs all while wrestling or sparring with my submissive. Fans volunteer to
appear with me. My attorney has me have them sign a waiver for any bodily
injury they may sustain. It's safe to say that I've never intentionally hurt
anyone during my sessions, but the same can't be said for people that I meet
on the street. Occasionally they are rude or obnoxious and must be taught a
lesson.

My on-line video is not limited to domination, but also exhibition of
strength. I bend steel bars, break bricks and blocks, snap wood and video from
my gym with me lifting weights. With a small, lightweight camera and a minimal
amount of equipment, I perform at least once a week. My fans subscribe to my
website and I'm happy to say that that fan base continues to grow and is very
lucrative.

There is also a place on my website where fans can purchase items such as
autographed pictures, used workout gear (I don't launder those) as well as
DVD's of past performances.

Robbie, Doctor Robert Bennett, owns the house that I share with him; however,
Robbie is my slave, stud and servant. He does what I ask, when I ask. He is
not allowed to masturbate or have an orgasm unless I tell him he can. I have
trained him to refrain from climaxing until I want him to and to be ready to
service me again fifteen minutes later. Robbie is a renowned surgeon whose
fetish I'm happy to cater to, and why not, Robbie is well endowed with a penis
that is eight-inches when flaccid and a spectacular twelve inches when fully
erect.

Olivia is our cook/housekeeper and, like Robbie, my slave and sexual partner.
She is a petite five-foot six inches tall. She was with Robbie before I moved
in, and, I suspect, in love with him, but has come to accept my dominance over
the household. For Robbie, it was easier to accept my rules when I moved in; a
strict workout regimen, going without clothing while home, keeping our bodies
free of hair and above all, subservience to me. Olivia had to overcome her own
mores, but now embraces our lifestyle, especially when she gets the
opportunity to see Robbie walk around naked. Also, the icing on the cake, so
to speak for Olivia, is that I allow Robbie to service Olivia when I don't
require him.

"Hi," I said, answering the hotel room door and extending my hand. "Ah, ah,
hello," the young man stammers, looking at me from head to toe. His name is
Gary Martin, twenty-six, from Las Vegas, Nevada. I know this because he had
submitted an application to be a 'partner' in the video I was about to shoot.

"Come in," I say, stepping aside. Even though I step back, Gary has to squeeze
by me to get into the hotels suite. Robbie is standing near the desk. Gary
stops and looks from Robbie to me and back to Robbie. "Gary, this is Robbie,"
I say by way of an introduction. "Robbie is one of my slaves and will be
handling the video camera this evening," I tell him, "He has some waivers that
you need to sign." I had gone over this before via email, but I wanted to
refresh Gary's memory. Robbie picks up a pen from the desk and holds it out to
Gary.

Robbie is wearing a black velvet thong that barely covers his penis and
scrotum. If I'm to read anything into Gary's expression, it's one of
humiliation. 'Perfect,' I think. I doubt that Gary has a cock that can match
or surpass Robbie's. "Please, take a minute and review the papers," Robbie
says, handing Gary the pen. Gary barely looks at the document before signing
on the appropriate line. I sign and Robbie witnesses the document. It's a
standard waiver of bodily injury, a waiver of financial gain and assumption of
personal liability. All of the documents were crafted by my attorney, also one
of my slaves, so that I would incur no liability while performing for my
audience, in this case, my audience being the video camera.

"I have a hood, should you not want to be recognized on the video and, of
course," I tell Gary, "your thong." I hold the small triangular patch of
material by one finger, extended to the man. "You may change here or you can
use the bathroom," I tell him. "I'm fine without the hood," he tells me,
taking the thong from my finger and retreating to the bedroom area.

Like Robbie, I wear a thong, however, mine is a cheetah print. It barely
covers my pubis. I also wear a matching bikini top. The two triangular
swatches of material only cover my areola. Both the bottom and top will come
off during the shoot, but viewers seem to appreciate starting clothed or at
least semi-clothed.

Robbie has gathered up the papers and set is checking one of the still cameras
when Gary comes back into the sitting area of the suite. He is clad only in
the black thong that I gave him. The black thong is in stark contrast to his
pale skin. His arms and legs show some tanning from the sun. "Ah, how does
this work exactly?" he asks looking at the camera equipment. I smile trying to
put him at ease. I know it can be stressful for my 'volunteers' who have never
performed before cameras before.

"Actually," I say, "this is rather unscripted. You mentioned that you were in
to humiliation, this video will focus on that genre and be edited
accordingly." "Uh-huh," he says, "Edited?" "Yes, as you can see, Robbie will
be shooting from several fixed cameras," I explain, "as well as a handheld
camera. He will move about the action, but will not get in the way." "Do I
have to learn any lines," he asks, "dialogue?" I smile, "No, not really, you
only need to act natural, be yourself," I tell him, "and I'll apologize up
front if I hurt you." His eyes widen and he asks, "Hurt me?" "Undoubtedly I
will hurt you," I tell him, "I explained that in our emails. Are you having
second thoughts?"

I've had some clients who have backed out at this point. 'Wimps', I think,
'but until they meet me in person, they have no idea what they are in for.'
"No," Gary says, as he looks at my muscular physique, "no second thoughts."
"Good," I reply, "What is your level of pain?" "Pardon me?" "Your pain level,"
I ask, "how much pain can you tolerate on a scale of 0 to 10 with 10 being
excruciating pain?" "I don't know, 8 I suppose," he says. "Good," I reply once
more, "You will refer to me as Mistress Alex or simply 'mistress' from here
on, do you understand?" "Yes, mistress," he says. "OK," I tell him, and then
turning to Robbie, "Are we ready?" Robbie gives me thumbs up and says, "We're
rolling," and I see the red record light on the main video camera.

Gary turns and glances at the camera. I place a hand on his shoulder and turn
him to face me. "Look," I say sternly, "I was talking to you, Gary, do you
want to please your mistress or not?" Looking somewhat confused, he nods and
says, "Yes, I think so." "You think so?" I ask, "What do you mean you think
so, and call me mistress, I'm not going to stand here and be disrespected by
some little bitch." His eyes widen and he softly says, "Yes, mistress." I
laugh and touch his penis through his thong. "Look, little man, let's get
something straight," I say, "and I'm not talking about this puny cock of
yours," and again I laugh. "Your attitude has got to change if you want to be
with a woman like me," I continue, "You've got to man up and grow a pair."

"Wh-what," he asks, "gr-grow a pair?" "Yea," I sneer, squeezing his cock,
"Grow a pair. Balls, Gary, grow a pair of balls. I can tell you don't have
any." He doesn't respond so I press on, "And what's this in your panties,
little man, a cock? You know I think my clit is bigger than your cock," and I
laugh. His face reddens and I know I'm going to get the reaction I, and the
audience wants.

Gary tries to slap my hand from his cock. I laugh once more and tell him, "You
even slap like a girl, you pansy ass. Hit me; hit me like a man, Gary, as hard
as you can, go on, baby," I release my hold on his cock and point to my
abdominals, "hit me in the gut." He grits his teeth and punches my stomach.
The 'smack' sounds flat as if he punched a wall. He shakes his hand. "Ahh," I
goad him, "what's the matter, did little Gary hurt his hand?" Again he grits
his teeth and punches me in the stomach, and again, he tries to shake off the
pain in his hand. I laugh once more, a deep throaty laugh.

"Is that all you've got, sweetie?" I ask, "I barely felt that," and I backhand
his stomach, a slap really, but it's enough to double him over. He tries to
catch his breath and I tell him, "See, bitch, that's what a real woman can do.
I control you, I can destroy you," and I chuckle.

"Look at these muscles, you wimp," I say striking a double bicep pose, "my
biceps are bigger than your little chicken legs. Worship your mistress, kiss
my rock hard muscles." He doesn't hesitate, but puckers his lips and leans
toward my right bicep. I place a hand on his chest keeping him from me. "Maybe
you should start by kissing my arm pit," I tell him, and adjust my arm so that
he has access to my arm pit. "Kiss my pit and smell your mistresses musky
smell," I tell him. Gary wraps both hands around my bicep while kissing my arm
pit. "That's a good little slave," I tell him, "Can you smell my sweat, and
can you taste it?" He nods and I chuckle.

Robbie is capturing all of this on both the stationary cameras as well as his
handheld. The handheld is equipped with a stabilizing unit which allows Robbie
access to move around his subjects, in this case Gary and me.

"Hmm," I hum, and bring my arms across my chest, flexing my trapezius muscles,
"do you like my muscles?" "Y-yes, mistress," Gary replies. I giggle as I sit
on the edge of the desk and raise my right foot. "Suck my toes, bitch," I tell
him. Gary instantly sinks to his knees before me caressing my upraise foot and
begins sucking each toe. I throw my head back and moan softly, then reach
behind me and remove my bikini top. I begin to play with my nipples, running a
finger around my areola. With a hand under my breast, I lift it and touch the
tip of my tongue to my nipple, flicking the small orb. My nipple responds by
becoming hard.

I change feet as well as breasts. I roll my nipple between thumb and index
finger, pulling on the nipple. I lift my butt from the desk and tell Gary,
"Remove my thong, wimp." He looks up and begins to reach for the elastic
straps at my hips. "Not with your hands, slut, with your teeth," I tell him.
He stops and then rises farther up on his knees, taking my thong in his teeth
and pulling it down my beautiful vein laced quads.

"I'm beginning to get wet," I say. This isn't true, but I say it for the
camera. "Lap my pussy," I command. I spread my legs and he obediently begins
to lap my crotch. I run a hand slowly down my abdominals, savoring the eight
hard muscles that comprise my abs and exploring my navel with my index finger.
I get to the top of my pubis and grab a handful of Gary's hair, meanwhile,
bringing my thighs together on either side of his head.

Robbie zooms in so that the frame is filled with the man's head pinned between
my monster thighs. He begins to slap at the side of my thighs. I laugh and
speak to the camera, "I could crush this bitches head with just my thighs, or
I could suffocate him with my pussy, but I won't. I have other plans for this
weakling, but right now I'm enjoying his hot breath on my pussy." I hold him
immobile for another minute and then release him. His body slumps to the
floor, his breathing shallow. He lays there with his hands on the side of his
head.

I stand over him, my hands on my hips, feet slightly apart. Robbie lowers his
handheld camera down to where Gary's head rests on the floor and aims it up at
me to capture Gary's view. I know that from the camera's position I look like
a giantess. It's the effect that I want.

"Get up," I growl and nudge his torso with my foot. Gary doesn't move. Robbie
raises the camera as I slip my big toe beneath the panel of his thong and tear
it away revealing a flaccid penis about two-inches in length. I laugh and Gary
turns his face from me. "That's the smallest cock I've seen in a long time," I
tell the camera. I know Robbie zooms in as I take it between my big toe and
the one next to it. "I should just crush this little piece of meat under my
foot," I say, "but I won't, not yet, now get on your feet."

Gary slowly gets on his hands and knees and then to a standing position. He
looks down at the floor, afraid and embarrassed to make eye contact with me. I
pull the man into my body and hold him close, his face turned toward the
camera, my breast against his face. "Suck my tit like a good little baby," I
tell him, "I want to feel that tongue of yours on my nipple." I release my
hold on him and he sucks my tit and then teases it with his tongue. 'At least
he does something right,' I think as I allow him to suckle.

"Lay down on the love seat," I say, pointing to the backless velvet settee.
The man pads to the love seat and sits, and then lays on his back, his feet on
one end and his head flat on the seat.

I straddle the seat, my pussy poised above his face. I face his feet. "Can you
get a hard on," I ask, "I can't tell if you're hard or not." I take my clit
between my thumb and forefinger and stroke myself. Instantly my clit responds.
"Look at that, baby, my clit's as big as your cock," I tell him, "That doesn't
embarrass you, does it?" and I chuckle. He mumbles something. "What's that?" I
ask. "I said, I'm sorry," he says. "Sorry?" I ask, and chuckle, "I'd be sorry
too with a dick like that," and I reach forward and take his cock between
thumb and index finger. It's flaccid to my touch. I squeeze, enough that he
says, "Ow, please, that hurts."

"You know, Gary," I say studying his penis, "I could just pull this off of you
and you could become a woman, would you like that?" I pull, stretching his
flaccid penis as far as the skin and muscle will allow. "No, please, no," he
pleads. "No, who," I ask holding his penis stretched from his body. "No,
mistress, please, that hurts," he says. I let go of his penis and again stroke
my clit.

"I'm going to pleasure myself, baby, you have a ring side seat," I tell him,
"and when I climax, I want you to swallow all of my juices, do you
understand?" "Yes, mistress," he says. "If you don't, I'm going to have to
punish you," I tell him. "Yes, mistress," he says again. I stroke my clit and
insert two fingers into my vagina. My clit is approximately three inches as I
stroke it. I feel my orgasm nearing and lower my pussy to his face at which
time I explode.

"Hmm, hmm," he says as I ride his face. I'm still in the midst of my climax
when Gary begins beating and slapping my thighs, but I continue to hold my
pussy to his lips. I feel my climax subsiding and stand up. Suffice to say,
Gary did not swallow all of my juices. He lays there, eyes open with a rivulet
of my cum running down his cheek. With two fingers, I insert them inside my
pussy and bring them to my lips. I suck my fingers dry, Robbie's camera
catching every move. "Hmm," I say, for the sake of the camera, "I love the way
I taste. Don't you, bitch?" I look down and Gary is motionless on the love
seat.

I step to the side and turn him on his side. I glance at Robbie who shakes his
head. My cum runs from his mouth and he finally gasps for air. 'I almost
drowned him,' I think, 'that might be hard to explain to the police.' I again
look at Robbie who smiles and gives me the thumbs up sign.

"Are you OK, baby?" I ask, patting his cheek. He swings his legs off the love
seat and sits up with his elbows on his knees, his head in his hands. "Fine,"
he says, "I'm fine." "That was like waterboarding, but I guess you could call
it 'pussy-boarding'," I say, "I really exploded."

"For being a good sport," I tell him, "let me get you off." He looks up at me,
still seated on the settee. "Really," I say, "I'll be gentle, just lay back
down." He hesitates thinking I'm going to humiliate or hurt him further, but
eventually he lays down again. I kneel beside him and gently massage his cock
with my fingers. In a matter of a minute or two he's erect.

I took his five-inch erect penis, and perhaps I'm being generous, in my
fingers and slowly stroked him. I was afraid to wrap my hand around his shaft
for fear of crushing him, but I can be gentle when I want to be. He began to
pant and within five minutes, climaxed sending a small amount of cum oozing
over the head of his cock onto my fingers. 'Disappointing to say the least,' I
thought, 'I need to start asking for a man's cock size before considering
their application.' "Hmm," he said, "thank you, mistress." I smiled and said,
"Lick this off, baby," and extend my fingers to him. He laps his cum from my
fingers.

When he's done I say, "Thank you, Gary, you did well. The video will be posted
in a day or two. That concludes our taping." He nods.

"Mistress, may I ask a favor?" I glance at Robbie and he cocked his head to
one side. He had sat his handheld camera on the desk, but the fixed cameras
around the room were still going. "Go on," I said, thinking he wanted his
picture taken with me or an autograph, but he said, "May I see Robbie's cock?"

I looked again at Robbie who nodded slightly. I got to my feet as did Gary.
"If it's OK with Robbie," I said. Both Gary and I look at Robbie who
wordlessly removed his thong. His cock hung free. Besides being eight-inches,
it's thick; Robbie is truly well endowed.

"Is it true, mistress, that you have sex or masturbate five or six times a
day?" he asked, still looking at Robbie's cock. "Yes, that's true," I said.
That information is on my website, it's no secret. "Is it always with Robbie?"
Gary asked. I glanced from Gary to Robbie and then back wondering where this
was going. "No, not always," I said, "Sometimes with women and occasionally
with other men, why?" "Well," Gary said, "I've always wanted a large penis,
but, well, I ... " his voice trailed off.

"Look, Gary," I said, putting a hand on his shoulder, "you have to be happy
with what you have. Yes, I humiliated you, but that was part of the act, you
should be proud of your cock, not envious of others." He looked up at me and
then at Robbie. "How does it feel?" he asked. "Pardon me?" Robbie asked, not
understanding the question. "I'm sorry, but something, ah, that big, does it
ever bother you?" Gary asked.

Robbie smiled and said, "I use to be embarrassed about my cock. You know,
self-conscious. It wasn't until I met Mistress Alex that she made me
appreciate what I had. I suppose we share the same emotion in that regard
though for different reasons." "Believe me," I tell Gary, "I've seen penises
smaller than yours; you have nothing to be ashamed of. You can get dressed
now, Gary," I say.

Gary goes into the bedroom to change. "That was awkward," Robbie says once
Gary is out of the room. I smile and lift his cock, "It was, but I couldn't
let him leave totally humiliated." Robbie looks at me and cocks his head, "You
can be a contradiction at times, mistress." I give his cock a tug and ask,
"How so?" "Sweet, caring and concerned at times," he says, "Tough, ruthless
and hard at others." Another tug, this time a little harder, "But you wouldn't
have me any other way, would you?" He laughs and says, "No, mistress, I
wouldn't."

I let go of Robbie's cock as Gary comes back into the living room. "Thank you
once again for applying and taking the time to shoot the video, Gary," I tell
him and hold out my hand. He shakes my hand and says, "I enjoyed meeting you,
mistress, and you too, Robbie. And thank you for making me feel better about
my, ah, penis." He takes one last glance at Robbie's, turns and leaves the
suite.

Robbie begins breaking down the equipment and putting it and the camera's in
their cases. I pick up my thong and bikini top and Robbie's thong and take
them into the bedroom where our bags are. Robbie comes in carrying two of the
camera cases and sits them on the floor. I turn to him and say, "You know,
it's a shame to leave, we have the suite until the morning." Robbie smiles, he
can read my mind. "You need to be satisfied," he says. It's more of a
statement rather than a question. I nod.

I embrace him and kiss him on the lips, exploring his mouth with my tongue. I
can feel his cock on my thigh becoming erect. I turn and pull back the
coverlet and blankets. "I wish they had satin sheets," I say looking at the
bed. Robbie chuckles behind me, his hand moving across my right butt cheek. "I
don't think the cotton sheet will scratch this rock of a butt."

For the next four hours Robbie and I pleasure each other; filling my vagina
with his amazing cock, me savoring his large member as I take him in my mouth
and him tonguing his cum from my pussy.

As he lies with his head in the crook of my arm, he says, "Did you mean what
you told Gary?" "What did I tell him," I ask. "That you've seen cocks smaller
than his," Robbie said. I think for a minute and then say, "I have, I think, I
remember a neighbor boy when I was eight who showed me his penis. I think he
was ten at the time." Robbie laughs and says, "I meant a grown man," and turns
so that he's facing me. "Oh, well, ah," I say, as if I'm thinking, "No, I
think Gary had one of the smallest, in that case," and chuckle.

"Did you mean what you told Gary?" I ask Robbie. "About being embarrassed
about the size of my cock?" he asked. I nod. "Sort of," Robbie says, "When I
became sexually active, I was afraid I'd hurt the girl." "And did you?" I
asked. He hesitated and said, "No, but I had one girl who refused to have sex
with me, she left the bed and that was it." I chuckled. "Who was that?" I ask.
"Her name was Anne, and we were fourteen at the time," he said, "I think it
was her first time." "You probably scarred her for life," I commented. Now it
was Robbie's turn to chuckle. "Perhaps, but until I met you, mistress, I've
always been worried about hurting my partner," he told me. "And you're not
with me?" I ask. We make eye contact and then I laugh. Robbie finally gets it
and laughs too.

After the edited video aired, I received many favorable comments on my
website. Gary even wrote to say 'thank you' once again and to let me know that
'he had found a woman who appreciated him for who he was and what he had, in
part because of the video'. I was happy that a positive outcome came about
because of his humiliation.