Alex - Fulfillment Episode 6 by Muscle Fan A fictional work of domination, muscle worship and brutality covert.1@hotmail.com My name is Alex Slaughter and I’m a dominatrix. A dominatrix isn’t so much an occupation as it is a lifestyle. I live, eat and breathe domination. I live with my main ‘slave’, Robbie and our housekeeper/cook Olivia. I titled this episode, ‘Fulfillment’ because it will highlight the pleasure and fulfillment I get from domination, as well as the pleasure my slaves receive from being dominated. If you’ve read other episodes of my life, you know that I, with the help of Robbie, produce and star in an on-line website that caters to those that appreciate muscle domination. It’s a growing audience I’m happy to say. ++++++++++++ His name is Sean McKenzie and he’s a bear of a man. Mac, as he likes to be called, stands six-foot four-inches tall, just two-inches shorter than me. He has broad shoulders and a thick neck. He is well developed from working on the docks in nearby Long Beach. To his friends and co-workers, Mac commands respect, is hard working and a trusted friend, but Mac has a secret. Mac wants to be dominated. He wants to be abused. He wants to be beaten. This is how he came to volunteer to appear on one of my videos. This is how I fulfilled Mac’s fantasy. He didn’t want to be recognized so he opted to wear a hood. The hood is made of pleather, a leather look alike, with cutouts for eyes, nose and mouth. Otherwise, Mac’s head is concealed. I had texted Mac the location of our shoot. Robbie works the cameras and lights while I star in the video. Once he arrived, I said, “Did you have trouble finding the place?” We were using an abandoned shop, about twenty miles from Palm Springs. “Not at all,” Mac said. He wore jeans and a T-shirt that showed his firm abs and broad chest. ‘Not bad looking,’ I thought. I introduced him to Robbie. “Have you ever done this before?” I asked. “Done what,” he asked, “I’m not even sure what I’m supposed to do.” I smiled and said, “Just whatever comes naturally. You’ll see, but first, you need to sign some waivers; claims to royalties, bodily injury, etc.” “Bodily injury?” he asked. “Yes, if or when you get hurt, it protects us from potential lawsuits,” I said. “When I get injured?” he asked and laughed. “Yes, when you get injured, but if you’re having second thoughts,” I said, “I understand.” Mac, though wanting to be dominated, clung to the archaic idea that men were superior to women. That would all change. “No,” he said, “I’m not changing my mind,” and signed the papers that were laid out on a desk. “Good,” I said, “You may change behind the screen,” indicating a screen on the far side of the shop. Thick mats had been placed on the floor and quilted padded coverings draped the walls. “You’ll find a pair of Spandex trunks behind the screen, put those on and the hood and come back out,” I said. He walked to the screen and peered around it before stepping out of sight. “Lights on and camera’s rolling,” Robbie said. I left Robbie to shoot film and we would edit it later. I unbuttoned my jeans and wiggled my hips as I stepped out of them. This was more for the camera than out of necessity. Next, I turned to the main camera and grasping my T-shirt with both hands, ripped it down the front. I smiled at the camera and said, “That’s better, I hate clothes.” I wore a silver thong, riding high on my waist and a string bikini top whose material barely covered my areola. Mac stepped around the portable curtain. “Wow,” he said after seeing me. I moved toward him and he automatically took a step backward, his back against the end of the wooden screen. Robbie and his camera followed my every move. I looked Mac in the eyes and said, “You will call me Mistress Alex,” I said, putting my hands on my hips, “Kneel before your mistress.” Mac only stared at me. I doubled my fist and with a quick right, punched a hole in the wooden slats of the screen. The cracking wood sounded like a gun shot. Mac flinched and I said, “Kneel, slave, kneel at your mistress’ feet or the next punch will double you over.” He looked at the splintered wood and then knelt on the mat. “Smell my pussy, bitch,” I said, “I know you want to pay homage to me with your worthless tongue.” I thrust my pubis toward him, an inch from his face. “Kiss me,” I said. He puckered his lips and kissed me through the opening in his hood. “I’m not sure your mouth is worthy to make love to my pussy. Let me see that tongue,” I said. He stuck his tongue out. ‘Perhaps three-inches, tops,’ I thought. “You barely have a tongue,” I told him and laughed and then stuck my tongue out to its full seven-inches, “How are you going to make love to my pussy with such a short tongue?” “Get on your feet,” I said. He stood up. Nearly at eye level with me, I reached behind me and untied my top and tossed it aside. “Would you like to suck my tits?” I asked. “Yes,” he said quietly. I slapped the side of his head. “Yes, who?” I said sternly. “Yes, mistress,” he muttered. “That’s better, but not yet,” I said. I opened the bottom drawer of the desk and removed two pair of light-weight boxing gloves, tossing him a pair. “Put those on,” I said, slipping my hands in the pair I held. He had just finished putting the gloves on when I gave him a short jab to his midsection. I pulled my punch, but it got his attention and he covered his gut where I had hit him. I pulled a left hook to his jaw, rocking his head. “Not much of a fighter are you?” I asked, and danced around throwing short jabs at Mac. ‘He’s not quick to anger,’ I thought and landed an upper cut that snapped his head back. “Come on, pansy-ass, you can at least throw a punch, can’t you?” I taunted. He finally held up his hands in a classic boxer’s pose and took two tentative jabs with his right, followed by a left to my midsection that made contact. My abs are like steel plates so I barely felt his blow. “That’s it, wimp, bring it on,” I said, and I hit him open handed on the jaw with my right, a little harder than before. He dropped his guard briefly, and I jabbed his midsection again with a left. “Ugh,” he grunted, and I smiled. “Hurt, baby,” I asked, “Did Mistress Alex hurt the little baby?” He lunged and I sidestepped him, punching him in the kidney. He fell forward catching himself on the desk. When he turned, I hit him on the chin with a right cross, not hard but it again snapped his head back. Before he could step back, I drove my left into his midsection taking the air out of him. Mac doubled over and went to his knees trying to draw a breath. I had beads of sweat on my forehead and the rest of my body. I peeled the gloves from my hands and tossed them on the desk. “OK, I think you’ve had enough,” I said, taking his head in my hands and tilting his face up to me, “Lick the sweat from my abs.” His breath was returning to normal as he drew his tongue across my abdominals. I laughed and said, “That’s it baby, lap your mistresses sweat, taste my saltiness.” I sat on the edge of the desk and looked down at Mac. He finally looked up at me, his gloved hands on his thighs. “Take off the gloves, bitch,” I said and he peeled his gloves off and set them aside. “Now take off my thong,” I told him. My thong was wet with sweat and cum. He slowly peeled the elastic waistband down my thighs. I put a foot on his shoulder and he peeled the thong from my legs. Before he could set the thong aside, I said, “Suck on it, taste my sweat and cum. Smell my muskiness.” He put the front panel to his nose and inhaled deeply and then lapped it with his tongue. “Go on,” I said sternly, “Suck it!” He put the thong in his mouth. As I watched him savor my sweetness, I ran my hands along the inside of my massive thighs, fingering large rope-like veins until they disappeared into my crotch. With a fingertip I touched my clit which I felt it stiffen. ‘Hmm,’ I thought to myself, ‘I’m getting so horny.’ “Put my thong and the gloves on the desk,” I said. He did, but didn’t get up. “Now suck my clit,” I told him. He walked forward on his knees until he was inches away from my pussy. With the tip of his tongue he touched the head of my clit. “Take it, suck me,” I said. He busied himself sucking the toying with my clit. I slowly constricted my thighs trapping his head. A minute passed before he realized that he was trapped and probably a minute after that before he felt discomfort. His scream was muffled by my pussy as he slapped at my thighs. “Hmm,” I said, looking directly into Robbie’s camera, “I could easily crush this bitch’s skull with my muscled thighs. Should I?” I asked, putting a finger to my lips as if I was considering it, and then I laughed. I enjoyed Mac’s warm breath against my vagina for a minute or two and then released him from his muscled prison. He sat back on his heels gasping. “Did you enjoy that?” I asked. Still catching his breath, I put my toes on his crotch and asked again, a little more sternly, “Did you enjoy that, asshole?” He nodded and then said meekly, “Yes, mistress.” “I did too,” I said, but not taking my foot from his crotch. I could feel his cock through the Spandex and began to rub my toes along his shaft. I felt his cock stir. Robbie, aka, Doctor Robert Bennet, has a twelve inch cock, I know Mac’s wouldn’t measure up to that, but still, it feels sizeable. ‘This would be an unexpected surprise,’ I thought as I continue to massage him with my foot. “Stand up,” I tell him. He gets to his feet and I pull his briefs down. His penis spring free and I am indeed surprised. He’s semi-erect and nearly seven-inches long. “Hmm,” I muse, “not bad, baby, I thought I was going to be disappointed but I’m pleasantly surprised.” I reach out to grasp his cock, but he pulls away, slightly. I quickly slap his penis and it I knew it hurt. “Don’t pull away from me,” I say sternly, standing up, “This is my cock,” and I grasp it with my right hand, “and I can do with it what I want, do you understand?” “Yes, mistress,” Mac whines. I squeeze and knew that it hurt him, as he squinted his eyes shut and gritted his teeth, but I must teach him not to pull away from his mistress. “I own this cock,” I said, and asked again, “Do you understand?” Through the clenched teeth he said, “Yes, mistress.” I let go of his penis. “Good,” I said and gently stroked him. He now knew better than to pull away from me. Mac was learning fast and as a reward, I asked, “What do you want?” He hesitated, thinking, as I continued to stroke his now fully erect shaft. “Hmm, I w-want,” he stammered, lost in his own ecstasy, “I want to fuck you,” he managed to say softly. “Uh-huh,” I said softly, and increased the tempo of my stroking, “but I doubt you could keep up with me, baby. When I have a man inside me, I need him to last for at least an hour.” I stroked a little faster. “I doubt you’d last ten minutes. Right now you’re ready to climax, aren’t you?” “Y-yes, please, yes,” he panted and I put a finger near the head of his penis pressing on his urethra, stemming the flow of semen. I held my finger there, feeling the urethra expand, filling with his cum. “Um, ahh,” he moaned, shifting his weight, but trying not to pull away from me for fear of getting bitch slapped. When I felt he couldn’t take much more I turned his penis toward Robbie’s main camera and removed my finger allowing his cum to jet forward. An arc of creamy cum shot toward the camera, landing on the mat perhaps eight-feet away. A second arc shot not nearly as far. I laughed and told him, “Well done, baby, well done,” as I let go of his cock. “Do you feel better now?” I asked. He breathed a heavy sigh and said, “Yes, mistress, thank you.” I chuckled and said, “You’re a good boy, but now you must please your mistress. I need to climax and I want you to drink all of my cum. Would you like that?” I looked at the eyes behind the mask and could see a bit of fear in them. I liked that. I sat on the edge of the desk once more and said, “Get on your knees and prepare to drink my cum.” He knelt before me and was ready to lap my pussy but I said, “I’ve tried your worthless tongue, I’ll take care of myself.” I opened the top desk drawer and withdrew a foot long dildo. It’s nearly three-inch diameter shaft was ribbed with veins and on one end, had a realistic looking head. The other end contained a switch for the internal vibrator as well as a button, that when depressed, squirted pseudo-cum through the head. I pointed the massive dildo at Mac and depressed the button squirting him in the mask with the creamy liquid. I laughed, as he wiped the pseudo-cum away with his palm. “Watch,” I not only told Mac but also the future viewers of the video, “Your mistress is going to pleasure herself with this toy,” and I held it up so Robbie could zoom in. “It’s very life-like and even cums.” I depressed the button and the fake cum spurted from the head. “This is my own design,” I said, smiling. That was true, it was my design, and I had worked with a firm headed by one of my slaves to create the most realistic dildo possible. Robbie had been the model for the mold. I put the head between my labia and gently pressed it forward. “Some women would use a lubricant, but thanks to my slave here, I’m already a little wet.” I placed a hand on the side of Mac’s mask and he leaned his head into my palm as I slowly pressed the entire head of the dildo into my vagina. “Hmm,” I hummed as I moved my hips on the edge of the desk, “this feels wonderful. Size does matter.” I gave Robbie a wink and he smiled from behind the camera. I withdrew the dildo slightly and ran it back in a little deeper. “Ladies,” I said, “you know how this feels, having a large cock in you. If you don’t, you should,” and I chuckled as I continued to withdraw the shaft slightly and then press forward all the while undulating my hips. I was doing this more for show than because I was having trouble inserting the dildo. The phallus was now about eight-inches in, when I pulled it entirely out. “Whew,” I said softly, holding the dildo in front of me. “This is big,” I said and licked the length of the shaft. ‘All for visual effect,’ I thought to myself, ‘but I do love the way I taste.’ “Taste me, baby,” I said holding the dildo in front of Mac, “when I climax you’ll need to swallow all of my cum.” He licked the dildo without hesitation. I put my foot up on his shoulder and slid the dildo into my pussy. It went in effortlessly. “Now comes the fun part,” I said, and turned on the vibrator. “This feels wonderful,” I said, the vibration making my voice resonate. “Hmm,” I hummed, “I’m going to make my machine squirt.” I pushed the button and felt the stream fill my vagina. I began to pant, the ecstasy rising throughout my body. For the next ten minutes I savored the rhythmic vibration inside me. “OK, baby,” I said, withdrawing the dildo, “Get down there and suck up my cum.” Mac leaned forward, his lips closing around my labia as I exploded. He began to gag but I held his face against my pelvis. “Yes, yes, yes,” I said as I drained myself. I let go of his head and he fell to the mat, my cum running from his mouth, his mask and chest soaked. I laughed and looked down at the man, nudging his body with my toes. “Poor baby looks like he’s pretty well spent.” I stood up and stretched flexing my muscles and finally putting two of my fingers against my clit wiping several errant droplets away. I picked up the dildo and switched off the vibrator. “If you are interested in one of Mistress Alex dildos,” I said, looking into the camera, and holding the dildo up, “you can find out how you may purchase one on my website.” I smiled. ‘I’ll probably have a hundred orders after this video,’ I thought. Looking at Robbie, he held up ten fingers. I had ten more minutes to fill. I looked down at Mac but he was exhausted. He had performed well. Thinking quickly, I said, “I had an email from a fan who wanted to see me destroy something. My wimp here,” and I nudged Mac with my foot, “isn’t worth the effort at this point, so I’ll destroy something else.” Since I had already put my fist through the screen divider, it was no longer useful. Originally there were four slatted panels, three of which were still intact. Taking the one I had put my fist through it, I ripped the wood framework from the hinges holding it to the other three panels. I put the framework against my chest, crossing my arms across it and squeezed. The wooden framework snapped and remaining slats splintered. I let the broken wood fall to the floor. I laughed and then folded the remaining three panels together and said to the camera, “If you thought breaking one of those wood panels was tough, let me show you how to break three at once.” I crossed my arms once again holding the three panels against my chest and expanded my chest. In moments there was a snapping sound as the framework gave way to my muscles. Several of the slats held on, but I batted at those, breaking them instantly. “Thank you for watching,” I said, looking at Robbie briefly who was giving me a thumbs-up, “and thank you for supporting Mistress Alex’ site. If you have suggestions, or wish to purchase videos or merchandise, you may find links on line.” I looked back at Mac who was beginning to get to his feet. “It looks like my slave has had a good time as have I,” I said, “so until next time, this is Mistress Alex hoping that all your fantasies come true.” I blew a kiss to the camera as Robbie faded to black and the red ‘record light’ went out. “Clear,” Robbie said, “That’s a wrap,” and he began turning off the lights. “Are you alright, Mac,” I asked as he unzipped the hood and took it off. “Yes,” he said, “thanks.” “You did well,” I said, “Did I hurt you?” He rubbed his jaw, “No, mistress,” he said, “I’m OK, but I thought I was going to drown.” I laughed. “That was a pretty intense orgasm, even for me,” I said, and then looking at his flaccid penis, said, “You never mentioned that you had a sizable cock.” He looked down at himself and said, “I haven’t had any complaints, but I told you my fantasy.” “Yes, to be humiliated and dominated,” I said, “I hope I fulfilled your fantasy.” “You did, mistress,” he said, “you did.” I picked up my bikini top and thong and put them in a tote that I had along with the dildo. “Sorry about the privacy screen,” I said, “but I don’t suppose you need that to get dressed.” He looked at what was left of the screen, the broken and splintered wood and said, “No, I don’t need it to get dressed.” Robbie had most of the lights and camera equipment packed in their cases. I folded up the floor mats and stacked them by the back door. Mac was dressed. I held out my hand and said, “Thank you for volunteering, Mac, be sure and watch my website.” “I will mistress,” he said, “May I ask you one thing before I go?” “Sure,” I replied. “When we were fighting, were you pulling your punches?” I smiled and put a hand on his cheek and told him, “Yes, I was, I didn’t want to hurt you, I wanted you to enjoy yourself, you did, didn’t you?” “Oh, yes, mistress,” he said, “Thank you.” “You’re welcome,” I said, and he left. I dressed and then helped Robbie take down the wall coverings and load everything in the truck. It was nearly ten o’clock. We left the ruined privacy screen on the floor. “That went well,” Robbie said as we drove home, “do you think Mac enjoyed himself?” “He said he did while you were out at the truck,” I told Robbie, “he said it fulfilled his dreams and fantasy.” “I would have been surprised if it didn’t,” Robbie said, “You’re every slave’s fantasy.” “Ah, how sweet,” I said, “But you know what will fulfill my dream?” He looked at me and smiled, “A nice long shower?” he asked. “Very funny, Robbie,” I said, “Perhaps after you satisfy my still wet pussy.” We drove home and didn’t bother to unload the truck but went straight to my bedroom where we spent the next two hours having sex and eventually drifting off to sleep.