Alex - Interview Episode 8 
by Muscle Fan
A fictional work of domination, muscle worship and brutality 


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I enjoy being a dominatrix. To me it's not only an occupation, but a
lifestyle. I take great pride in my body, sculpting my body, developing my
strength. A dominatrix is all about control and it seems that I'm in total
control of my body, but it's my mind that is of concern.

In the past two days I have killed two men. Have I become a psychopath? I
don't think so, but I feel no remorse. I did it for the pure pleasure of
destroying them simply because I could. Have I taken being a dominatrix too
far?

Doctor Robert Bennett, aka, Robbie, has suggested I talk to someone. He may be
correct if I'm to live as a free woman, but to talk to one of his psychiatrist
colleagues would mean shining the spotlight on our lifestyle. I decided not to
talk to a shrink.

When I got home from Emily's I laid the clothing on the bed while I took off
my street clothes. Olivia came in my room, "Oh, look at these," she said
enthusiastically, looking at what I had laid out. There was six pair of
leggings and four blouses. Two of the leggings were a metallic fabric, one
black Spandex pair and three animal print; cheetah, zebra and leopard. There
were two satin blouses and two that were velour, which I love.

"She does good work," Liv said, "I love them," holding up the purple velour
blouse. "Try it on," I said. She pulled it over her head. It nearly came to
her knees and nearly fell off her shoulders. She laughed and said, "It's a
little large, mistress."

"Liv, have you notice any changes in me?" I asked. She pulled the top over her
head and studied me. "You look like you've added more muscle and maybe it's my
imagination, but you look taller," she said. 'Taller?' I thought, 'I'm
six-foot six-inches, how much taller could I get?' "I've been working on the
muscles but I doubt I've gotten any taller," I said. "Probably just my
imagination," Olivia said, turning back to study the clothing on the bed.

"Have you noticed any changes in me, other than physically," I asked. "How do
you mean?" she asked. "You know, more aggressive, on edge, anything like
that?" I asked. "No, why?" she replied. "Just wondering," I said. I was about
to toss the leggings that I had worn in the wash when I remembered the
business card from Jennifer Martin in the small pocket. I put the card on my
dresser. 'I'll call later,' I thought.

I didn't mention to Olivia or Robbie about killing the man in the alley.

That evening I called Jennifer Martin, the sex therapist. "Thank you for
calling," she said, "by the way, what should I call you?" "Please, call me
Mistress Alex, how may I help you?" I asked. She chuckled and said, "It sounds
strange, coming from me, but I need help with a paper I'm writing on
domination. I've already interviewed several, so called, dominatrix, but after
meeting you today, I believe you might add a different perspective." "So you
want to write a paper about me?" I asked. "Not specifically about you, but
about domination," she explained, "would you be interested?" "Yes, would you
be interested in speaking to one of my slaves as well?" I asked. There was a
brief hesitation and she asked, "Emily?" I chuckled and said, "No, his name is
Robbie, I think you'd find him very 'interesting', shall we say." "Alright,
when are you free," she asked. We set up the meeting for the next evening and
she gave me the address.

Robbie and I arrived at Jennifer Martins house. It was located in an upscale
area of Newport Beach with a view of the Pacific.

Jennifer Martin is in her mid-forties. Jennifer is slim, attractive, with
shoulder length black hair and green eyes. Today she was wearing beige satin
lounging pajama's and barefoot.

"Thank you for agreeing to see me," Jennifer said, meeting us at the door. I
introduced Robbie, "Jennifer, this is my man, Robbie, Robbie, Jennifer," and
the pair shook hands. "Please, come this way," she said and we followed her to
the living room. Robbie and I took seats facing French doors and the ocean
beyond; Jennifer sat across from us, a tape recorder, steno pad and pen on a
side table. "You don't mind if I record this, do you," she asked. "No, not at
all," I said. She clicked on the machine. "Good, thank you once again," she
said, "just to let you know, I won't be using your names in my paper and
everything you say is confidential. I'll allow you to proof the paper before I
publish, is that all right with you?" I looked at Robbie, who only shrugged
and said, "That's fine with us."

Q - "When did you first get into domination?"

A - "I was young, perhaps eleven or twelve when I found I could get more from
my peers through domination than being submissive."

Q - "Is that a form of bullying?"

A - I smile and say, "I can see how that might be considered bullying, so
perhaps it is," I admit.

Q - "You're obviously very muscular, were you athletic in high school?"

A - "I was; track, swimming, but it wasn't until college that I got interested
in weight lifting."

Q - "So you went to college?"

A - I laugh, "Of course. I was a business major, with a minor in
telecommunications."

Q - "You said that it was while you were in college that you became interested
in weight lifting, please explain."

A - "I had a boyfriend at the time that was on the collegiate wrestling team.
I went to his meets and we would wrestle, just for fun, and then I began
training with him. As luck would have it, I have great genes and packed on the
muscles. Eventually I could pin him with ease."

Q - "Did you dominate him?"

A - I smile. "Yes, both physically and mentally, you might say I was the
'alpha' member of the pair."

Q - "Was your boyfriend OK with that?"

A - "At first, but he wasn't strong enough to accept the relationship, it
takes a certain individual to accept domination."

Q - "So it takes a strong person to be dominated, can you explain?"

A - "Yes, a man or a woman has to give up all of their preconceived notions of
superiority, strong will and social mores and accept being ruled and dominated
by a dominatrix. In essences, they are strong in doing so."

Q - "Do you get physical with your subjects?"

A - "Yes, if need be. Discipline is part of domination. My slaves or subjects,
as you call them, wouldn't respect me if I didn't discipline them."

Q - "Have you ever hurt one of your slaves?"

A - I look over at Robbie, and think of the two men I recently killed, but
say, "I have. I'm a big woman with muscles and some would say super strength,
so I have to be careful. Dolling out punishment is never easy." I think to
myself, 'It has become easier, and more enjoyable.' I smile at the thought.

Q - "You are big, and you mentioned your strength, just how strong are you?"

A - "I'm six-foot six-inches tall, and weigh in excess of three hundred
pounds. I can bench press a half ton and work out about six-hours a day. I'm
happy to show you my muscles; I'll let you be the judge of how strong I am."

Jennifer nods and says, "Very well. Your arms are very well developed." "Thank
you," I say, and stand up and pull my tank top over my head and then roll my
leggings down my legs, stepping from my stilettos. Jennifer's breath catches
as she looks at my vascular physique. I strike a double bicep pose and my arms
explode and then bring them across my midsection forcing my trapezius to pump.
I sit back on the couch.

Q - "You're uninhibited."

A - Although this isn't a question, I reply, "Not in the least, I love showing
off my body. Robbie, Olivia and I don't wear clothes at the house. I find them
too confining and besides we all take pride in our bodies."

Q - "So, no clothes?"

A - "No, not unless we have company and only then if I think it will offend or
embarrass them."

Q - "You share the house with Robbie and Olivia, you say; how does that effect
dating?"

A - I laugh and say, "If you mean sex, we share one another." Jennifer's eyes
widen at this remark. "The house is Robbie's, but I come first. If I want sex
from Robbie or Liv or both, I get it. If I don't want to have sex with either,
or I want to masturbate, they're free to have sex together."

Q - "How often do you engage in sex?"

A - "Four or five times a day."

Q - "Really? And that's with Robbie and Olivia?"

A - "Yes, plus the times I masturbate."

Q - "Do you have an orgasm each time?"

A - I chuckle, "Of course, multiple orgasms. Sometimes our sex lasts for
hours."

Jennifer is quiet. She looks from me to Robbie and back. "If I may, I'd like
to ask Robbie a few questions." "Certainly," I say, "but it may help if Robbie
takes his clothes off." Jennifer clears her throat and says, "If you think
that's necessary, I suppose it's all right." Robbie stands and pulls the
T-shirt he's wearing over his head and then unsnaps his jeans and removes
them. His flaccid cock causes Jennifer to stare, open mouthed.

I laugh as Robbie takes his seat and Jennifer shakes her head trying to clear
it. "Perhaps now you understand why I have sex four or five times daily," I
say and chuckle. Jennifer regains her composure and smiles.

Q - "Robbie, you are Mistress Alex's slave?"

A - "Yes, although I prefer 'submissive', rather than slave."

Q - "Alright, how long have you been a submissive?"

A - "For as long as I can remember. I find being a doctor is very demanding.
Some days I have to make life and death decisions, so having Mistress Alex as
my mistress takes the stress off of me when I get home."

Q - "So you're a doctor. What's your specialty?"

A - "ER attending and surgeon."

Q - "Do your colleagues know that you're a submissive?"

A - "Some, but I prefer to keep my life outside the hospital private."

Q - "Has Mistress Alex ever hurt you?"

A - Robbie looks and me and smiles, "Yes, more when she first came to live
with Olivia and me, but we've learned and I think she has as well. Just a
cracked rib and some bruises, nothing debilitating."

Q - "I see, so you have adjusted to Mistress Alex' lifestyle?"

A - "Yes, both Olivia and I. Perhaps we were reluctant at first but now we've
come to embrace it. I mean, who wouldn't love to come home to a body like
that?" Robbie looks at me and I lean to him and give him a kiss.

Q - "You certainly seem compatible, but do you ever find the sex too
demanding?"

A - "When Mistress Alex first moved in, I was unable to last, you know,
perform for as long as needed, I disappointed her I know. But now I can
sustain my orgasm for as long as she wants."

Q - Jennifer raises and eyebrow, and asks, "How long is that?"

A - "Several hours."

Q - "Several hours?"

A - "Yes. Mistress Alex has amazing stamina. I've learned to please her
vaginally, anally and orally. I don't think I disappoint her any longer." He
looks at me and I shake my head.

"Jennifer, as a sex therapist, I'm sure you've encountered numerous marital
problems," I ask. "Many," she says, "That's why I'm here." "Have you ever had
an instance when you thought a dominatrix might help a couple?"

Jennifer was silent for a long time and then said, "Perhaps, but I haven't had
any first-hand knowledge of domination." I nod and stood up and walk to where
she's sitting. I stood in front of her and she looked at my pubis and then
quickly looks away. "Don't be embarrassed, Jennifer, look at me." Slowly she
turns back towards me and looks up at me. "Have you ever been with a woman?" I
ask. She nods, and says softly, "Yes, in college." "Good, then I want you to
touch me," I tell her. She keeps her hands folded in her lap. "Touch me," I
say more sternly. Slowly she reaches forward and touches my abdominals with
her fingertips, very lightly.

"That's good," I tell her, taking each wrist, I run her palms across my abs.
"Feel my abdominals; I do one hundred sit ups a day and one hundred crunches.
They're hard as a rock." Still holding her wrist, I move her right hand down
to my clit. "Feel it, Jen, you won't hurt me," I tell her. She touches my clit
with the tip of her finger. "Do you shave or wax?" I ask. She shakes her head,
but continues to look at my clit. "Hmm," I say, "You should. Men like Robbie
prefer a well-groomed woman."

"Now listen very carefully, Jen," I tell her, "Do you see how my clit has
responded to your touch, just like a penis." She nods. My clit is about
three-inches long. "I want you to touch my clit now with the tip of your
tongue, alright?" She doesn't reply so I thrust my pelvis forward, bringing it
to within an inch of her face and she turns away. "Jennifer," I say, releasing
her wrists, and taking the sides of her head, turning her to face me again,
"Tongue my clit." She's powerless to move and brushes the tip of my clit with
her tongue. "That's it, baby, now take me in your mouth." This time she does
without hesitation and I release my grasp of her head. "That's it, baby,
pleasure your mistress." Her hands encircle my hips, holding my butt.

As much as I am enjoying her oral copulation, I want her to experience total
domination. I take her wrists once again and pull her away from me and step
back slightly. She opens her eyes and looks up at me questioningly. "Stand
up," I tell her. She obeys quickly and I tell her, "Get undressed." Now she
hesitates but only briefly. She removes her top and slides her bottoms down
her legs, stepping out of them.

I hold Jennifer at arms-length studying her body; firm breast and a flat
stomach with straight pubic hair on her mons. I smile. She looks me in the eye
and smiles. "Robbie, take care of Jennifer," I say. Robbie stands up, his
penis hard from watching Jennifer suck my clit. Her smile fades quickly and
watches Robbie approach. He steps behind her and guides his shaft between her
legs. She gasps as the head of his formidable penis enters her, and her gasp
turns to a moan. I pull her forward so that she's bent over and Robbie looks
at me and smiles as he slowly drives his cock deeper.

"Hmm," she moans and I ask her, "How long has it been since you've had sex,
baby?" She's beginning to pant, but manages to say, "Ah, it, ah, it's been a
mo-month, mistress, I think." 'A month,' I think, 'how can anyone go a month
without sex, or a day for that matter.' "I'm sure Robbie will more than make
up for the time."

Robbie is now rhythmically thrusting his hips in time with Jennifer's panting.
I know she has had at least one climax and possibly two, when I nod to Robbie
and he increases his tempo bringing himself to a thunderous climax. After a
minute, he withdraws his penis still semi-erect. 'Robbie's amazing,' I think,
'I'm very lucky to have found him.'

"Did you enjoy that, baby," I ask Jennifer, "did my man satisfy you?" "Um-hmm,
yes, mistress," she says willing her breathing back to normal. I laugh, "I
knew he would," and I look over at Robbie who smiles at me as he gets dressed.

"You probably need to rest and take a shower, Jennifer," I say to her, "We'll
find our way out." She abruptly looks at me. "Oh, don't worry," I say,
stepping into my leggings and pulling them over my thighs, "we'll get together
soon. I'm sure you have more questions." I pull my top over my head. "Perhaps
now you can see the merits of domination."

"Wh-when, when will I see you again, mistress," she asks. I smile at her and
step to the side table and pick up the small tape recorder which is still
recording. I speak into the microphone reciting my phone number.

I set the machine back on the table and turn. "Come Robbie," I say, and think
to myself, 'You already have,' and chuckle as we leave Jennifer's.

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Muscle Fan