Chapter 1 - Autobiography of a Muscle Lover
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com



I have been asked by readers of my stories to share my experiences with female
bodybuilders, women with muscles and/or dominatrix. At first this seemed like
a simple request, but as I write this, it has proved problematic. Perhaps you
will understand as you read further.

My name is Craig. This is not my real name, as are any of the names I use in
this 'autobiography', however, the situations and events are true. I will try
and keep the background information to a minimum and focus on the more
relevant here and now, but please bear with me.

I am an only child born into a blue-collar family in a blue-collar
neighborhood of southern California. I was educated within the Los Angeles
Unified School District and upon graduating went away to college, living at a
co-ed dormitory. Being seventeen, and fresh from high school, I through myself
into my studies. Girls at this time had no place in my life that is until my
junior year.

Her name is Linda and I first come to notice her in my political science
class. She was petite, standing 5'-2", with long brown hair and large brown
eyes. Midway through the semester I knew I was struggling. I had thought about
dropping the class, but the deadline came and went and I neglected to file the
paperwork.

I think Linda could tell by my staring into space as the professor lectured
that I was 'in the weeds.' "Do you want to get some coffee," she asked one day
after class. "Sure," I said and we walked to the student center.

Over the next two hours we got to know each other. Linda was bright, funny and
easy to look at. She had a better grasp on political science than I did. Over
the next few weeks, with Linda's help, my grade for poli sci crept up and,
thanks to her; I got a 'B' out of the class.

We were becoming close as the semester came to an end. I was planning to
return home, as was she, but promised to keep in touch over the summer.

I had been home for three weeks when one night, while talking to Linda on the
phone, there was a knock on the door. The policeman who stood on the front
porch informed me that my parents had been involved in a traffic accident,
having been hit by a drunk driver.

The next month was a blur. Burying both parents, having to sell the house, I
was consoled by Linda, who attended the service, but I went to live with my
aunt Bonnie. Bonnie was my mother's younger sister. She lived several hours
away. I was now 21 and she was 32. She was single, but had a boyfriend. This
would only be for a month until I went back to school.

Bonnie was the same height as my mother, 5'-4" with the same chestnut colored
hair, but that's where the similarities end. My mother who was thirteen years
Bonnie's senior was slightly overweight. "Make yourself at home," Bonnie said
as she showed me to the spare bedroom. I arrived with a car load of clothes,
books and what few personal belongings I had. I had sold the house, furniture
and other household goods prior to coming to live with my aunt.

"Thanks, Aunt Bonnie," I said, dropping a duffel bag next to the bed. "Drop
the Aunt Bonnie, it's just Bonnie," she said. "OK," I said, "Bonnie." She
helped bring the other things I brought in and the spare bedroom filled up
quick. She ordered pizza and we ate that and had a couple of beers that night.

The next morning I padded into the kitchen in need of a cup of coffee. Bonnie
sat at the kitchen table reading the paper, a cup of coffee on the table.
"Good morning," I said. She put the paper down and I nearly walked into an
open cabinet door. "Good morning, Craig," Bonnie said, wearing a bra, "Can I
get you something to eat?" She stood up and my breath caught as she was
wearing a pair of underwear.

She looked down at herself and then at me and laughed. "Oh, I'm sorry," she
said, "Since I live alone, I usually have my coffee and toast in my bra and
panties. Does that bother you?" "Ah, why no," I stammered, "That's fine," and
smiled but looked away quickly. "Well," she said, "can I get you anything?"
"No, thanks, Aunt Bonnie," I said, and then corrected myself, "I mean,
Bonnie."

Just then the toast popped up from the toaster and I jumped. She laughed and
asked, "Are you a virgin, Craig?" Now my brain was racing, as I was weighing
possible answers. I decided to take the honest response so I said, "Yes, why?"
"I thought so," she said as she moved around the counter which divided the
kitchen from the eating area, "but don't be embarrassed, you'll meet the right
girl soon enough." Right now Linda was not even remotely on my mind.

"I know I will," I said lamely trying not to stare at her breasts or the panty
covered pussy. She removed the toast from the toaster and put the two slices
on a plate. She turned and at the refrigerator, bent down to get the butter.
Bonnie had a shapely ass that was barely covered by the satin panel of her
panties.

She returned to the plate and buttered her toast. I poured a cup of coffee and
couldn't help but notice the slight tremble of my hands. 'I hope she doesn't
notice,' I thought.

Finished buttering her toast, she returned the butter to refrigerator and I
got another look at her marvelous butt, then taking her plate back to wear the
newspaper was she nibbled at the corners of the toast. I was lost in thoughts
of my aunt when I realized she was talking to me.

"Wh-what," I asked. "I asked what you were doing today," she said, "I'm going
by the pool if you'd like to join me, I need to work on my tan," and she moved
one of the cups of her bra to the side so that I could see her tan line. "Ah,"
I said, "I was going to study, but thanks, I could read by the pool." I tried
to sound casual. Bonnie's housing complex had several community pools.
"Great," she said taking a final bite of her toast, "I'm going to change. I'll
see you out by the pool." She got up and I watched as she padded from the
kitchen. I stood motionless for a minute and realized she had left her plate
and coffee mug on the table. I got them and rinsed them in the sink. It was
then that I realized I had an erection.

I walked down the short hallway to my room and halfway there, Bonnie came out
wearing a brown thong that barely covered her genitals or breasts. I had to
step sideways to allow her to pass and as she turned to face me, her flat
stomach brushed against my cock. She stopped briefly and looked up into my
eyes and smiled, and then said, "I'll see you by the pool, Craig." I said
nothing, but turned and went into my room to change.

I put on my swim trunks and was going to head for the front door when for some
reason I turned and pushed open Bonnie's bedroom door. Sunlight filled the
room. The room was tidy, definitely feminine, I thought, and then I noticed
the bra and panties lying on the bed. I picked up the bra and felt the
material between my thumb and index finger. It was soft as if it were made
from a feather. I picked up the panties and holding them by their side, I held
them up and sniffed them. 'Are you nuts, Craig,' I asked myself, 'you're going
to get caught.' I quickly dropped the panties back onto the bed and turned to
go.

Unfortunately, a drawer to Bonnie's dresser was ajar and with one index
finger, I pulled it open further. Panties, bras and several bathing suits were
folded inside. I picked up an orange colored thong bathing suit bottom that
matched the one that Bonnie had been wearing. Again, I held it in front of me
and sniffed the crotch.

I quickly took the bottom into Bonnie's bathroom and laying it on the counter;
I untied my swim trunks allowing my cock to spring free. I stroked myself
until I had an orgasm in her sink. 'Hmm,' I moaned softly as I climaxed.

I washed out the sink and replaced her bathing suit bottom, and then pulled
her bedroom door closed leaving it in the same fashion that I had found it. I
grabbed a book and headed for the pool.

Bonnie was the only one by the pool as I entered the gated enclosure. She had
put a towel on the chaise lounge next to her and I lay down. "Better put some
lotion on Craig," she said and tossed a tube of suntan lotion into my lap, "I
wouldn't want my nephew to get burnt now." 'Nephew,' I thought looking at
Bonnie, 'aren't aunts supposed to be matronly, she's far from that.'

We passed the afternoon lounging in the sun and swimming a few laps. In the
late afternoon several other people showed up and Bonnie greeted them and
introducing me as her nephew. By the looks they gave Bonnie, I could tell they
were skeptical that I was a nephew, but it didn't seem to bother her.

"I think I've had enough, what about you," Bonnie asked. "Me too," I said
getting up. We went back to her condo and as she walked down the hallway to
her bedroom, she reached behind her and untied her top. I could feel the
beginning of another erection as I watched the sway of her hips before her
door closed behind her.

'Come on Craig,' I thought, 'she's your aunt.'

I was just about to my room when she opened her door. Standing there bare
chested, wearing only her bikini bottom she said, "Craig, were you in my
room?" I averted my eyes and swallowed. "Ah, yes, Bonnie, I, ahh, err ... " I
stammered and really couldn't come up with a reason as to why I would have
been in her bedroom. "You went through my drawers didn't you?" she asked.
"Yes," I blurted out, "but it's not like that." She cocked her head and looked
at me, but I didn't say anything else.

"Like what, Craig, what were you doing in my bedroom?" she asked. I could feel
the blood rushing to my face and it wasn't due to the sun. I studied the
carpet and glanced at the bed and her panties and bra laying there. She looked
at them and then back at me. "Is that it," she asked, nodding in the direction
of the bed, "you came in here to what, look at my bra and panties?"

Thoroughly embarrassed, I said, "Yes," which came out more as a croak that a
word. "And you looked in my dresser, Craig?" she asked. "Yes," I said, a
little clearer. "What were you looking for?" Bonnie asked. "Nothing," I said,
"I just looked." "But you moved things around," she said. "Just your bathing
suit," I said quickly glancing at her momentarily. "My bathing suit?" she
asked, "What did you do with my bathing suit?"

I couldn't bring myself to tell her, but she stood there with her hands on her
hips. "Well?" she said. "Ahh, I took it out," I said. "I see and what did you
do with my suit?" she asked. I sighed and my shoulders slumped. I felt like I
was twelve years old, but I said softly, "I masturbated."

For a long time she said nothing, only watched me. I looked at her feet, her
toenails painted a soft shade of red. Finally she reached in the drawer and
pulled out the orange bathing suit bottom. She held it up and asked, "Did you
get cum on my suit?" "No, no, I jerked off in the sink," I said. She turned
and looked at her bathroom. "In my bathroom sink," she asked. I nodded. "While
you what, played with my bathing suit?" she asked. I shook my head, "No, I
just looked at it."

Again there was a minute or two of silence and then she asked, "Do you
masturbate a lot, Craig?" I nodded. I don't really know what constitutes a
lot, but ever since leaving high school, I would masturbate at least once or
twice a day.

"OK, Craig," Bonnie said, "I want you to take your trunks off and show me what
you did." My head snapped up and I looked at her and said, "But, but, I
couldn't." She removed a hand from her hip and jabbed me in the chest. "You
can and you will, Craig," she said, and held the orange suit against my chest.
I took it from her and slowly walked into her bathroom. I laid the bikini
bottom on the counter as I had earlier, all the while Bonnie watched.

"Go on, take off those trunks," she said. I untied the cord and unbuttoned the
one button and allowed my trunks to fall to the floor. I glanced at her and
she was staring at my penis. I was still flaccid and doubted I could get hard
with Bonnie watching and under these circumstances. That's when I saw her
slowly moisten her lips with her tongue.

I looked from Bonnie to my penis and back to Bonnie. "What is it, Bonnie?" I
asked. She tore her eyes away from my cock and said, "Has anyone ever told you
that you have a big dick?" I shook my head. She smiled and reached out and
folded her hand around my shaft. At her touch I felt my erection begin. She
stroked me and within minutes I was fully erect. "Does that feel good, Craig?"
she asked. "Yes," I said, having never had a woman stroke my shaft.

"Do I turn you on, Craig?" she asked. "Oh, yes," I said, closing my eyes and
craning my neck as I looked heavenwards. "Hmm," I said as she placed the tip
of her index finger over my urethra. "Come for me, Craig, come for your aunt,"
Bonnie said. I exploded sending a stream of semen onto her forearm and the
carpet.

She released me and licked her wrist, tasting my saltiness. "Impressive,
Craig, very impressive," she said. I must have blushed because she laughed,
her breast bouncing. "You're bigger than David, Craig," she said, "I can't
believe that you're still a virgin."

David is Bonnie's boyfriend. He accompanied Bonnie to my parent's funeral and
is about two years older than my aunt.

"Go shower Craig," Bonnie said, dismissing me, and as she did, she slid the
bottom of her suit past her hips, "and no more masturbating while you're
staying here." I looked at her questioningly. "I'll take care of you," she
said and gave my now flaccid penis a swat.

I padded to the bathroom across the hall from my bedroom and showered allowing
the hot water to rain down on me. Normally I would have jerked off in the
shower, but I thought about what my aunt said and wanted to respect her
wishes.

I wrapped a towel around my waist and stepped across the hall to my room. As I
did, Bonnie came out of her room wearing a pair of spandex shorts and an old
white T-shirt. "I'll make dinner, Craig," she said and as she passed by, she
pulled on the towel causing it to fall to the floor. "Oops," she said and
chuckled and headed for the kitchen.

That evening I told her about Linda, school, and my decision to remain a
virgin. In turn, she told me about growing up with my mom, their life and how
they differed.

"I'm sorry about snooping in your room, Bonnie," I said, "I wasn't looking to
steal anything from you." "I know that now," she said, "but you don't need to
be ashamed. I masturbate when Dave isn't around." "You do," I asked. She
laughed lightly, and said, "Yes, I do, if you would have opened my nightstand
you would have found my vibrator and a dildo, so don't be ashamed of
masturbating."

Bonnie got up and we cleared the table and washed the dishes. As she was
hanging up the dish towel she turned to me and said, "I'm sorry if I
embarrassed you." "That's OK, I had it coming, I just got turned on with your
panties on the bed," I said. She studied me for a minute not saying anything
and then said, "Come with me," and took me by the hand and led me to her room.

Once we were in her bedroom, she said, "Take your clothes off, Craig." I
looked at her and she nodded and went to her bed and propped the pillows
against the headboard. She then removed her shorts and pulled the T-shirt over
her head. We were both naked. "Stand at the foot of the bed," she said. I did
as I was told and she lay against the pillows and opened her nightstand drawer
and withdrew a small vibrator and a large rubber dildo.

"Watch and learn, Craig," she said and for the next twenty minutes I stood
transfixed as I watched her massage her clit with a vibrator and penetrate
herself with the rubberized dildo. Just when I thought she had reached a
climax, she said nearly out of breath, "Come here and pleasure me." I looked
at her not understanding what she wanted and she said, "I want you to
masturbate me, Craig, make me come," and held the dildo out.

I took it and began to slowly insert it and withdraw it. Her moaning increased
from a whisper to a roar and she finally climaxed.

"That was wonderful, Craig, did you enjoy that?" she asked, eyeing my
erection. She knew I did, but I hadn't fondled myself as much as I wanted to.

For the next several weeks, my aunt and I developed a routine of pleasuring
each other each evening. I had no idea that masturbation could be so exciting
when you did it with a partner. The guilt that I had been burdened with was
gone. Bonnie would get home from work and we would prepare dinner together and
then retreat to her bedroom for what I called, 'mutual masturbation.' This
seemed to work well since David worked nights.

It was to be my final weekend with my aunt. "I've been invited to a party,"
she told me, "a business associate, will you go with me?" "Sure," I said,
"although I'd rather stay home and do our normal 'mutual masturbation'." She
smiled and said, "Maybe after the party, we'll see, it will be fun."

It was warm that Saturday and Bonnie wore a sleeveless dress that complemented
her tanned arms and legs. I wore a pair of khaki pants and a polo shirt. We
arrived at her friend's house and Bonnie introduced me to her friend. "Go on
out back by the pool," the woman said and we headed for the backyard where
most of the guests had assembled.

Bonnie seemed to know a few people and there were clusters of men and women
standing around some tables. A few were sitting on folding chairs or chaise
lounges. A waterfall fell into the pool.

"Would you like something to drink, Bonnie," I asked. "Please, a red wine will
do," she said. I turned and headed in the direction of a bar which had been
set up in one corner of the patio. The bar tender was just finishing with a
mixed drink and said, "What will it be?" "I'll have two red wines, please," I
said. He poured the wine in two plastic wine glasses and placed them on the
counter in front of me. "How much," I asked. "Your host and hostess are
getting the tab," he said. I nodded and left a couple of dollars in his tip
glass.

As I turned away from the bar I nearly collided with a tall woman. I pulled
the two wine glasses I was carrying in towards me, nearly spilling the wine on
my shirt. "Oh, I'm sorry," I said, stopping abruptly. She glanced at me and
said, "You should be more careful," in a deep voice, "you wouldn't want to get
wine on that cute little shirt of yours, would you?"

'Was I supposed to answer that? Was she being snotty?' I couldn't tell. I
smiled and said, "No, I wouldn't." In the minute that I stood there I saw she
was actually over six-foot tall wearing soft leather ankle boots and a black
suede mini skirt that clung to her hips. Her torso flared to wide shoulders
which were barely covered by a sheer crop top that ended just below her
breasts. Her exposed abdominals looked like a tanned mogul course. Her
gray-blue eyes could only be described as piercing.

The corners of her mouth turned up slightly as if she was reading my mind and
she asked, "What's your name, boy?" 'Boy?' I thought, 'I hadn't been called
'boy' in a long time.' "Craig," I said, expecting her to give me her name in
return, but she said, "You obviously have someone who is in need of the wine.
Try not to spill it, Craig."

As she turned to leave I took note that her arms were muscular. Not just
toned, but muscular. I watched as she moved to the far end of the patio, a man
who I hadn't noticed following in her wake. She disappeared into the crowd.

I spotted Bonnie near a small gathering of people and walked her drink to her.
"I thought I had lost you," she said. "Was I gone that long?" I asked. "No,
Craig, I was kidding." If she introduced me to other people or what we talked
about, I have no idea, my mind was thinking of the woman at the bar. I excused
myself some time later on the pretext of using the bathroom, but in reality, I
went in search of the tall woman.

She wasn't on the patio, nor did I see her in the kitchen, living room or
dining room. Off of the entryway, the stairway led to the second floor. I
stood at the base of the stairs debating whether I shook go upstairs. 'Your
becoming a little obsessed, Craig,' I thought, still I was intrigued by the
muscular woman that I nearly ran into. I turned, prepared to go back outside
to my aunt when I heard, "Are you stalking me, Craig?" The tall woman was at
my elbow.

Now two steps above me, she looked huge. I looked up at her and stammered,
"Ah, no, stalking, no." She smiled and then laughed. She turned to the man I
had seen trailing her on the patio. "I think I have a new subject, Roy, isn't
he cute?" Roy looked at me from head to toe and said softly, "Yes, mistress."
The woman laughed and held out her hand, "I'm Mistress Monica, Craig." I took
her hand and instantly it was as if I had my hand caught in a vise. The smile
never left her face. "It's good to meet you, Mistress Monica," I said through
clenched teeth, hoping she wouldn't notice. "Likewise," she said, "Who are you
here with?" I turned to look at the far end of the house, but no one was in
site. "Ah, I'm here with Bonnie, my aunt."

"Hmm," she said, still holding my hand, "your aunt Bonnie. But are you
married, have a girlfriend, in a committed relationship?" "No, no," I said,
for some reason not wanting to mention Linda, "just here with my aunt."
"That's nice, Craig," she said, "Roy, give him a card." She finally released
my hand and I couldn't help but flex my fingers seeing if any of them were
broken.

Roy extended his hand in which he held a business card. I took it and Mistress
Monica smiled and stepped past me. "Come, Roy," she said. Roy gave me a final
glance and followed Monica through the front doors.

I turned and looked up the stairs when I heard a sniffle as if someone were
sobbing. It was Bonnie's friend, the owner of the house. Her eye make-up was
streaked and she held a hand to her face. Her clothes looked in disarray. "May
I help you," I asked as she was a step or two away. She glanced at me and
softly said, "No, is she gone?" I tilted my head and she said, "Mistress
Monica is she gone?" "Yes," I said, "just a few minutes ago, do you want me to
try and catch her?" The woman's eyes went wide and she said, "No, please, no,
that's all right," and walked slowly toward the back of the house.

I glanced at the business card that Roy had given me. It read, 'Mistress
Monica, pleasure, pain, discipline and muscle worship,' and gave a phone
number. The card was slate gray with white lettering. 'Very distinctive', I
thought. I slipped it into my pants pocket and headed back toward the patio.

I found Bonnie, as well as several others standing around the homeowner who
was seated at a table with a glass of wine in her hand. "She's an animal," the
homeowner said softly, "I thought I was going to die," and she took a drink of
her wine. "I told her to go easy on me," the woman explained, "but that's when
she humiliated me calling me a baby and a wimp." "Oh, poor dear," one of the
women said, "what did you do?"

The seated woman looked up to the woman who had asked the question and said,
"What could anyone have done, I gave in to her will, I tried to numb my mind,"
she stared into her wine glass and said, "I should have had a glass or two of
wine before our session." Bonnie looked at me and motioned with her head to
follow her.

"What's that all about," I asked. "My friend apparently hired some sort of
dominatrix who got a little rough during their appointment," my aunt said, "to
hear her tell it, the woman was a beast." "I met her at the foot of the stairs
before your friend came down," I said, "Her name is Mistress Monica." "And?"
asked Bonnie. "She's muscular alright. She's about my height with broad
shoulders and spectacular legs."

My aunt looked at me and cocked her head. "You liked her," she said. "No," I
said, perhaps too quickly, "it's just that she was different, that's all." "Uh
huh," Bonnie said, "just stay away from her, it sounds like she's trouble and
I don't want you getting hurt. Let's get out of here."

We left the party driving home in silence, my mind thinking of Mistress
Monica. Once we were inside, Bonnie began to undress. "Tired," she asked. "Not
really," I said, my mind still thinking about those abs and gray-blue eyes.
"Good, get undressed," she told me now standing in her bra and panties. She
turned and walked down the hall to her bedroom.

She unfastened her bra and let it drop to the floor, her panties not far
behind. She climbed on her bed and turned toward me. "Take me, Craig, make
love to me," she said. "But, Bonnie," I began to protest, "I was going to ...
" and she cut me off with her upraised hand. "Shh," she said, "Not another
word, come here." I knelt on the bed and crept towards her. Once I was near
enough she put a hand on each side of my head and gently guided my face to her
pussy.

After her first orgasm, she whispered softly, "I'm ready, baby, make love to
me." With thoughts of Mistress Monica still in my head, I entered her and for
the next half hour, she climaxed and additional three times before I came.

Lying exhausted in her arms, my head on her breast, she said, "Thank you,
Craig. I know you cherished your virginity, but I'm glad I was your first.
Linda is lucky to have a man like you, very lucky." 'Linda,' I thought, 'I
hadn't had sex with her and right now I wasn't even sure I wanted to.' "I'm
glad you were my first too, Bonnie," I said, "I'll be sad to leave you." She
ran her fingers through my hair and said, "I'm going to hate to see you go
too, especially now." I knew she meant 'now that we've had sex', but I didn't
respond.

And so I moved back to the dormitory the week before school was to start. It
didn't take long to move in. I was lying on my bed, staring at the ceiling
thinking; thinking of my aunt Bonnie, Linda and Monica. I took Monica's card
from my wallet and read it for the hundredth time. I turned it over in my
fingers. 'Why not,' I thought and picked up my cell phone. I dialed thinking I
would get an answering machine, but instead, "Yes?" It was the same husky
voice I remembered from the party. "Hello, Monica, this is Craig, we met at a
party a couple weeks ago," I said quickly not wanting her to hang up. "Yes?"
she said again.

"Ah, I was wondering if I could see you again?" I asked. There was a bit of a
pause and then, a sort of short muffled grunt followed by a loud clank. "Look,
if I caught you at a bad time," I said, "I can call back." "I'm working out,
Craig, and call me mistress or Mistress Monica," she said. I felt like my
brain was going to explode with images of her lifting weights, working out.

"Yes, mistress," I said, "may I see you again?" "Why?" she asked. I hadn't
counted on her asking that, but I said quickly, "I thought you might help me."
"Uh-huh," she said, and I noted a strain in her voice, "what do you need,
Craig?" "I just want to see you," I said, hoping I didn't sound desperate. "I
know what you want, but what do you need?" she asked. 'Now that's an
interesting question,' I thought. "I, that is, ahh, err, what I need is to see
you, that's all," I said lamely. There was a long pause and I could hear her
straining with the weight, and then there was a clatter.

"What you need is to see my muscles, isn't it, Craig?" she asked. "Yes," I
said softly, and then added, "yes, mistress." She chuckled, a throaty chuckle,
and said, "Meet me at 3440 Elm, tomorrow at four o'clock," and she
disconnected.

I dropped my cell phone looking for a pen and piece of paper to write the
address on. I jotted it as well at the time. 'Elm', I thought, 'that's a
business district, not a residence.'

I could do nothing the rest of the afternoon and into the night thinking of
Monica. I'm not sure when I drifted off to sleep, but it was her that I had on
my mind.

The following day, I got a haircut and laid out what I was going to wear. I
got a call from Linda to see how I was doing and, quite frankly, I rushed to
get her off the phone, giving her an excuse that I had to go to the bookstore
to look for textbooks.

I left my dorm room at 3:30 and drove to Elm Street. I passed the shop once
before I realized what it was.

To be continued ...