Alex - Dominance, Episode 5
by Muscle Fan
A fictional work of domination, muscle worship and brutality 


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I was invited to a party that was for individuals with interests similar to
mine, domination. Normally I shy away from parties, but as it turned out,
Robbie, my slave and I, had a great time. The guest list was a 'Who's who' of
the movers and shakers of the motion picture, financial and sports world.

Simone Bardot, actor Brad Johnson's wife, suspected her husband of having an
affair. She asked me to talk to Ron Holm's, who hosted the party and was
Brad's director. I mentioned it to Ron who, as it turned out, loved my
muscles. He said he'd ask around the studio and get back with me. I had no
doubt he would as I can be persuasive at times.

The following week I got a call from Ron Holms. "Mistress," he began, "I asked
around and it seems that Brad has had a relationship with a woman on the set
of our last movie. What would you like me to do?" "Nothing," I said, "Are you
sure?" "Yes, although the person I spoke to did say it's not an on-going
thing, just," Ron said, "you know a quickie." 'I hate quickies,' I thought,
but said, "Very good, Ron, what is the woman's name?" He told me and I jotted
it down. "Thank you, Ron, don't say or do anything, do you understand?" "Yes
mistress," he said. I hung up and immediately dialed Simone.

Rather than tell her on the phone, I felt it better to do it in person.
"Simone, its Alex," I said, "I'd like to see you." I got her address and would
go by tomorrow.

"Mistress," Simone said answering the door, "It's so nice to see you." Brad
and Simone lived in Bel Air behind a wrought iron gate. Their large house was
imposing, lots of marble. "Would you like anything to drink?" she asked as she
showed me into the living room. I declined anything to drink and sat on the
sofa. Simone took the chair across the coffee table from me.

"Let me get right to the point," I said, "I checked and Brad did cheat on
you." I hesitated to see how she would react. She looked away, studying the
floor. "But it was just a onetime thing." She looked back at me. "Do you know
who," she asked. "Yes, Emily Lowe," I said, "do you know her?" She nodded.
"Wardrobe girl," she said. "What would you like me to do?" I asked. "I don't
know," Simone said, "I have to think." "Let's go outside while you consider
your options," I said, "It's a beautiful day and I could use some sun."

Simone led the way to their pool. "Please, have a seat, mistress." "Do you
mind if I go for a swim?" I asked. "No, of course not," she said. I stripped
off my shorts and tank top and stepped out of my ankle boots and dove into the
pool. The water was perfect. I was on my fourth lap when I noticed Simone
sitting on the steps. I swam over to her.

"Have you thought about what you want to do?" I asked. "I want him to know
that I know and that I'm going to be watching him," she said, "I still love
him, mistress." "Would you like me to rough him up?" I asked, thinking how
much fun it would be. Simone giggled and said, "No, but you could tell Emily
to find someone else to screw and maybe 'rough her up' as you say." "I could
do that, do you know where she lives?" I asked. "I do," she said and told me
the address. "Let me dry off and I'll pay Emily a visit, on the way home," I
said.

I laid on a chaise lounge letting the sun dry me. "Be firm with Brad," I told
Simone, "it's your sex life and marriage that's at stake." "I know, mistress,"
she said, taking the chaise next to me, "I'm just not good at confrontation."
I smiled and said, "I'm very good at confrontation, just let me know if you'd
like me to help. I can have a word with him." She looked at me and said, "No,
I'll handle Brad, if you can just warn Emily to stay away from him, that's
enough." I smiled and said, "I'll stop on the way home."

When I was dry, I dressed and gave Simone a kiss. "Good luck with Brad," I
said, "Don't be nervous, remember, he's the one that cheated on you." She
nodded and said, "Thank you, mistress."

I drove to Emily's house. It was actually a condo, the last in a row of ten. I
parked and knocked on the door. No answer. I walked to the side of the
building where there was a sliding glass door. It was unlocked so I went
inside. 'No alarm,' I thought, looking around. The sliding glass doors lead
directly to a kitchen and dining area. I walked through this into the living
room. 'Emily is tidy,' I thought looking at the furnishings. I walked down a
hallway to the first door, a bedroom which was set up as a sewing room. A
sewing machine and bolts of fabric were against one wall. I closed the door
and walked to master bedroom.

'Bed made, nothing unusual on top of the dresser,' I thought, 'Yes, Emily is
very tidy.' Opening the closet door, I looked at what Emily Lowe had on her
hangers; tops, pants, skirts and a few dresses. 'She must be about a size
six,' I thought, 'petite.' Back in the bedroom, I opened the top drawer of the
dresser; bras, panties and a slip. The bras were 34B. The second drawer held a
few sweaters and two pair of sweat pants and yoga pants.

Looking at myself in the mirror above the dresser, it was hard to believe I
had ever been a size six. 'I was but that would have been years ago,' I
thought studying my reflection. I slipped my tank top off and holding one of
Emily's bras in front of me, laughed as it wouldn't reach around my chest.
'Little thing,' I thought.

A pair of red satin panties caught my eye. They were cool to the touch. I love
satin. I peeled my shorts down my legs and stepped into the panties, trying to
pull them up, but halfway up my thighs, they ripped in two. 'Oh, well, Emily,
you're down one pair of panties,' I thought. The thought of going through
another woman's drawers was making me hot, so I wiped my clit with the
panties. 'Hmm,' I thought, 'I love the feel of satin, so cool and soft against
my skin.' Wadding the ruined lingerie into a ball, I pushed it into my pussy.

I was about to look into the bottom drawer when I heard a key in the lock. I
quietly pushed the drawers of the dresser shut and stepped into the closet. I
heard Emily's shoes clatter on the floor of the kitchen and her keys hit on
the counter. As she walked down the hall, she was humming a tune.

Through the closet door, which I left ajar, I saw a young African-American
woman reach behind her and unzip her skirt, allowing it to fall to the floor.
She stepped out of it and was about to pick it up and that's when she froze.
My gaze shifted from Emily to my shorts, tank top and ankle boots that I had
left next to her bed. She straightened up quickly.

In two quick strides I stopped behind the woman. I covered her mouth with one
hand while holding her against my body with the other. She gasped. "Don't
scream, don't make a sound," I said whispering in her ear. I let go of her
body and plucked the soaked remnants of her panties from my pussy and jammed
them in her mouth as a gag.

I looked at the reflection of the woman that I held in the mirror. Her eyes
were wide with fear, her mouth a frown. Emily was a light-skinned black with
short straightened hair. I could see why Brad had screwed her, she was
beautiful. I reached up and tore her blouse down the front with one hand.
Buttons popped and hit the carpeted floor. Slowly I released my grip on her
mouth and grasping her bra, tearing it in half as if it were a piece of paper.
Her breasts were firm with dark areola capped with dark nipples. I ran my hand
across one breast, fingering the nipple. It responded to my touch, becoming
erect, hard. I chuckled.

I slowly lowered my hands to pubis, concealed by thin cotton panties. I could
feel her pubic hair beneath the fabric. I tore the panties from her body and
her breath caught. "I like my women clean shaven," I said, softly, "do you
understand?" She nodded, but I continued to rub my fingers over her bush.

'Why does Emily get me so turned on?' I thought, 'Actually, I could answer
that, it's all about domination. I love to dominate, whether it's a woman or a
man, it's all about control and my sexual prowess.' I think because I'm a
modern day muscle Amazon, I'm hypersexual. My female counterparts are content
to have sex once or twice a week. I know Simone craves it three or four times
a week, but I need it at least four of five times a day.

"Do you taste my cum on your panties, baby," I asked her. She nodded and I
chuckled. "Do you like how I taste?" She hesitated briefly and then gave a
quick nod. "If you're a good girl, I'll let you drink more of my cum, would
you like that?" She gave another nod, this time with no hesitation whatsoever.

"Hmm," I said, "I thought so, now get on the bed," and I released her. She
made no effort to remove the panties from her mouth or to run. Perhaps she
knew that would be foolish, but I thought she was actually enjoying this. She
got on the bed and lay on her back, watching me, but no longer with fear in
her eyes, more of a look of interest, a look of desire. I had seen it a
thousand times.

I knelt above her and flexed both of my biceps. My arms swelled to their
twenty inches and I kissed my right muscle. "Have you ever seen a woman with
guns like these, Em?" I asked, "Or for that matter a man?" She shook her head.
"Ah, you're sweet," I said and ran the back of my hand across her cheek. She
didn't try and pull away, but rather leaned into my touch. "I'm going to take
those panties out of your mouth, so don't yell, OK?" I asked. She nodded
quickly and I plucked the panties from her mouth and tossed them on floor
beside the bed. She immediately licked her lips. I bent forward and kissed
her, exploring her mouth with my tongue. I could taste the remnants of my cum
in her mouth. When I broke the kiss, I smiled down at the woman beneath me.
"Have you ever had sex with a woman before?" I asked.

She said, "Just kissed one of my girlfriends is all." "No sex?" I asked. She
shook her head. I chuckled and said, "Then I'll be your first, and believe me,
I'll be your most memorable. You may even forget about Brad Johnson." At the
mention of Brad's name Emily stiffened. I smiled down at her and said, "You
didn't think I just broke in here to have sex did you?" "I, ah, please, you
have to understand," she said and I put a finger to her lips. "Shh, Em, I
understand," I said, "Brad is a nice looking guy, a star, but he's married,
and Simone wanted me to have a talk with you." "It was only twice," Emily
said, wiggling beneath me, "Please, don't hurt me." "Uh-huh," I said, "I know,
but that's twice too often, and as to whether I hurt you or not is up to you."

She looked at me questioningly and I said, "You're going to be my slave,
Emily, from now on you will call me Mistress Alex, and you will do everything
I say, is that clear." The fear returned to her eyes but she nodded. "Very
good, baby," I said, "Now you've already tasted a little of my juices, but I
need to climax, and your pretty little mouth is going to get me off and
pleasure your mistress." I moved forward on my knees until I was straddling
Emily's face. "Come on, baby, lick my pussy," I said, "I want to feel your
tongue in there." She tentatively touched my clit with her tongue. Grabbing a
fistful of her hair I said, "Don't be shy, Em, now suck me." She eagerly
sucked my labia and tongued my clit. I could feel myself getting hard. 'I love
it when my clit gets a hard on,' I thought.

"Hmm," I hummed, "that's it." I slowly thrust my hips, riding her face. She
didn't turn away or try to avoid my thrusts. I knew she was my submissive and
that made me hornier. A minute before I climaxed I held her close and felt my
cum spurt down her throat. "Yes, yes," I said in shear ecstasy.

As my orgasm subsided, I stood up and taking another pair of her panties from
the top drawer of the dresser, wiped my pussy. "Umm, very good, Emily," I
said, "For your first time, you did great. How did you like it?" She was still
catching her breath but she managed to say, "I liked it, mistress." I tossed
the sodden panties to the floor with the other pair. "I knew you would, baby,"
and sat on the edge of the bed and kissed Emily, exploring her mouth with my
tongue.

The telephone on the nightstand rang. I looked at it and Emily started to sit
up. "Don't bother, Emily," I said, "I'll get it." I stepped to the side of the
bed and picking up the telephone, pulled it free of its plug. The ringing
stopped. "I hate to be interrupted," I said as I took the handset in both
hands and snapped it in half.

Before I dropped it on the floor, I looked down at the girl and said, "If I
can destroy your phone as easy as that, just think what I could do to you." I
chuckled and let the telephone slip from my fingers.

I knelt on the bed and then between her legs. I lowered my clit to her mons. I
was hard again. Her breath caught as my erect clit slid between her labia and
into her vagina. I lowered my upper body onto hers and interlocked my fingers
with hers. "I wish I had brought a strap-on with me," I said, "but you'll have
to make do with my clit." I began to thrust, slowly at first, but increasing
the tempo.

Emily climaxed. 'Too quick', I thought, 'She needs to practice holding off her
orgasms.' I continued to pummel her until I felt I was nearing my climax. With
one final thrust, I drove my clit as far into her pussy as I could and
exploded, drenching her crotch and the bed.

"Did you enjoy that, baby; did you like getting clit-fucked?" I asked looking
down at her smiling. Panting, she gasped, "Yes, mistress."

I got off the bed and looked at myself in the mirror above the chest of
drawers. I crossed my arms in front of me and my trapezius muscles swelled.
Emily got up, and standing behind me, ran her hand over my traps and then down
my lats. Her finger lingered at the scar on my side. "A bastard with a knife
got lucky," I said in answer to her unasked question. "What happened to him,"
she asked. I smiled and said, "He lived, if that's what you're asking, but he
no longer has any balls." Her hands continued exploring my body.

I turned to face her, taking her hands in mine. "Now, I'm afraid, it's time to
take care of the nasty business," I said, "are your right or left handed?"
"Wh-what, what nasty business," Emily asked. "I'll take it easy on you," I
replied, "I'll just break a couple of fingers, now are you right or left
handed?" "No, no, I need my hands for my job," she pleaded, trying to pull her
hands free, "You can't break my fingers." "Oh, but I can, as easy as snapping
a twig or as easy as snapping a telephone," I said, toeing the broken phone on
the floor.

"Look, is this because of Simone?" she asked. "Yes, I told her you'd pay for
sleeping with her husband," I said flatly, "now which is it, right or left
hand?" Emily hesitated a minute so I took her left hand. Holding it in my
hand, it looked so delicate, I thought, her fingers were long and soft.
"Stop," she said, "I can make you something to wear, just don't break my
fingers." I had her little finger between my thumb and forefinger ready to
snap it.

"What? What would you make me," I asked. "Anything," Emily said, "Anything you
want; blouses, skirts, dresses, bathing suits, panties, anything." I
hesitated, thinking. I looked down at the two pair of panties on the floor.
"Really, you could make me a pair of panties?" I asked. She nodded quickly. I
chuckled and snapped her little finger. For a brief second it didn't register
with Emily that I had broken her finger.

"Pity," I said, "I don't wear panties." Emily cried out and then began to sob.
"Please stop," she begged, "Whatever you want, please, mistress." I stopped
once again looking at Emily. "Whatever I want?" I asked, letting go of her
hand. She cradled her left hand in her right and nodded quickly, and then sat
on the edge of the bed, tears now running down her cheeks.

"OK, Em, here's my demands," I said, putting my hands on my hips, "You're
going to be my slave, you will do what I want when I want, do you understand?"
"Yes, mistress," she said.

"Also, you will apologize to Simone, in person and ask for her forgiveness," I
told her. "Yes, mistress," she said, tears running down her cheek.

"You will have sex with me when I want, and you will get rid of that muff on
your pubis," I said. She sniffled and said once again, "Yes, mistress."

"And finally," I told her, "You'll keep yourself physically fit. Tone that
body, understand?" Her body was firm, but I wanted to insure that she keep
herself presentable. "Yes, mistress," she said, looking up at me.

"Good, now you better go see a doctor to get that finger set," I told her, as
I picked up my clothing and began to dress. She didn't move, but asked, "When
will I see you again, mistress?" I glanced over to her and she looked back
down at her finger which was bent at an odd angle. "Whenever I want," I said,
stepping into my ankle boots, "I'll call you," and put a finger under her
chin, lifting her face toward me, "be ready." She nodded and said, "Thank you
mistress." I rewarded her with a smile.

I turned and walked out of the condo. 'That went well,' I thought as I drove
home, 'I probably should have broken her hand as I planned or at least a
couple more fingers, but she can be useful.' Sometimes dominance doesn't
necessarily mean being brutal, sometimes dominance is best achieved by
compassion. 'I hope Simone is satisfied,' I thought.

I called Simone from the car and told her what had happened. She didn't seem
disappointed that I had only broken Emily's little finger; I guess she felt
that was adequate punishment. "Have you spoken to Brad about sleeping around?"
I asked. She chuckled and said, "I have. He confirmed what you told me, that
it was twice, and of course promised that he wouldn't do it again." "And you
believe him," I asked. She laughed and said, "It will take a long time to
regain the trust, if at all, but I told him that if I found out he was
cheating on me again, I had a friend that would castrate him, then no woman
would want him no matter how good looking he is."

I laughed and said, "Well, I hope for your sake he stays faithful, but let me
know and I'll be happy to turn him into a eunuch." "I know you will, mistress,
I know you will."