Chapter 2 - Autobiography of a Muscle Lover
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com



This chapter chronicles my meeting with Mistress Monica and decision to live
with her, a decision that would change my life forever. A change that I found
I welcomed with open arms.

I drove down Elm Street looking for the address that Mistress Monica had given
me and in the 3400 block I didn't notice the shop. I went around the block and
then spotted the number above the door on my second pass. It was a small shop
and not what I expected. 'Elite Nails and Spa', the sign in the window read.

I parked a few doors down and walked to the shop. I had never been in a nail
salon before and didn't know what to expect. When I entered a bell above the
door tinkled announcing my arrival. I stopped just inside the door letting my
eyes adjust to the light. Five chairs ran along the wall to my left while five
others were against the wall to my right. A beaded curtain led to the rear of
the shop.

In the middle chair on my left was Monica, or rather Mistress Monica. Besides
her and an Asian woman, the shop was empty. "I see you found the shop," Monica
said. The Asian woman never looked in my direction.

"Yes," I said, "I wasn't sure what I was looking for." "And yet you seemed
sure on the phone as to what you were looking for," she said. "Oh, that," I
said as I walked towards where she sat, "I, ahh, I just have never met anyone
like you." She smiled and the Asian woman turned to look at me appraisingly,
and then went back to buffing Monica's toes.

Monica was wearing a short skirt which while seated, barely covered her. She
was barefoot, her wedge sandals with their perhaps three-inch heels sitting
beside her chair. She wore a pale yellow sheer top that stopped just below her
breasts. This contrasted to the deep tan of the woman. I could see her breasts
and brown areola through the sheer fabric.

She smiled and said, "I'll take that as a complement, Craig." She extended the
leg that the Asian woman wasn't working on and held it straight out and flexed
her muscles. Every muscle in her leg became rigid, veins standing out like
ropes.

"I work out very hard, Craig, "when you called I was doing dumbbell curls, do
you know what they are?" "I think so," I said, although I couldn't be sure. I
had never set foot in a gym. She chuckled and asked, "But you do like my
muscles, Craig, that's why you came here today, to see my muscles." I
swallowed hard and said, "Yes."

She looked at me and then said, "#####t m###t #t d###u tr#n ch#n t#i, Tr###n."
The Asian girl nodded and immediately put a few drops of a clear liquid into
her palm and began to massage Monica's extended leg. "Harder, Tran," she said
and again the girl rubbed harder. After several minutes Monica dismissed the
girl with the wave of her hand, and relaxed her leg. Tran went back to buffing
her toenails.

I thought she had forgotten about me and began to shift my weight from one
foot to the other. My slight movement caused Monica to look at me. "Take off
your shirt, Craig," she said. "What," I asked, thinking I had didn't hear her
request. "I said to take of your shirt, Craig, don't make me repeat myself,"
she said, "Pay attention when I talk to you." I stood watching and Tran
stopped and slid her stool back slightly.

Monica stood and within two strides was in front of me. 'She's as tall as I
am,' I thought as she slapped me across the cheek. I immediately put a hand to
my cheek and could feel the warmth from the blow.

Her gray-blue eyes held mine and she said, "When I tell you to do something,
do it, and you will address me as Mistress Monica, do you understand?" "Yes,
mistress," I said, timidly. I glanced down at her chest and I could see her
breasts rise and fall beneath the sheer material of her top, her nipples
making small tents in the fabric.

She took hold of my shirt on either side of me just above my hips and pulled
it over my head and tossed it onto the closest chair. She stepped back and
looked at my chest and flat stomach. I always considered myself fit and more
or less watched what I ate.

"Now the pants, take them off," she said. I looked from Monica to Tran who was
now watching with interest and back to Monica. "Yes, mistress," I said as she
began to take a step in my direction. I unbuckled my belt and then undid the
button, finally unzipping my khaki's. I let them fall to the floor and stood
there in my boxer shorts.

She stood looking at me and when I made no move to take my underwear off she
grabbed the waistband in both hands and ripped them from my hips. I glanced at
Tran who's eyes widened slightly and then at Monica who said, "Not bad,
Craig," and smiled, "Not bad at all although we need to get rid of that pubic
hair".

'Get rid of that pubic hair,' I thought as Tran stood and motioned me toward
the rear of the shop. Monica stood aside and said, "Tran is very good and
gentle."

'Wait,' I thought, 'what are you doing, Craig.' I turned and Monica was right
on my heels. "Don't be a wimp, Craig," she said, "My men have to be free of
hair around their genitals." 'My men,' I thought now, 'since when did I become
one of Monica's men?'

We entered a small, windowless room that had a padded table in the center.
Tran spread a white sheet across the leather surface and motioned for me to
lie down. I looked at Monica who said, "Go on, Craig, up on the table, I'll be
right here."

Tran turned and was busy at a cabinet against the wall. When she turned around
she had hair clippers in her hand. They purred to life as she gently shaved my
pubic area. She shaved around the base of my penis as well as my scrotum. Once
most of the hair was removed, she brushed the lose hair away with a soft
brush, then busied herself at the cabinet again.

When she turned she had a bowl with a tongue depressor in it. She spread the
golden liquid around the top of my pubic area and then applied what looked
like a rectangular piece of cloth. Quickly she tore it from my skin. I let out
a cry of surprise and Monica laughed.

"Men are such wimps, aren't they Tran?" she asked. "Yes, mistress," Tran
replied softly and nodded. "But I understand their scrotums are the most
sensitive, is that right?" Monica asked. "Yes, mistress, men suffer the most
pain when I wax their scrotum and take the hair off." "Wait," I said, "I, uhh,
maybe this isn't ... " I began to say when Monica grabbed my penis and
squeezed.

"Argh", I said and grabbed her wrist trying to free myself from her vise-like
grip. "You'll get waxed when I tell you to, do you understand, little man,"
Monica hissed, "because if you don't, I'll crush this cock of yours so no one
will want it, especially you, do you." I could barely catch my breath, but
managed to say, "Yes, mistress," in a whisper.

She let go of my cock and nodded to Tran who proceeded to wax and remove the
hair on my genitals. Tran and Monica were right; the waxing of my scrotum was
extremely painful. What hair I had on my genitals was now gone.

Tran applied some lotion that cooled the skin where she had waxed me, gently
massaging my scrotum and around the base of my semi-erect cock. I was
beginning to get an erection.

"You survived," Monica said, watching Tran apply the lotion, "Now you may
watch, if you like, as Tran waxes me." I couldn't believe what I heard. I got
off the table and Tran carefully removed the sheet, replacing it with a fresh
one for Mistress Monica. I glanced in a mirror affixed to the wall and my
penis looked larger without the pubic hair I once had.

Monica unzipped her short skirt and let it fall to the floor. Tran immediately
picked it up and clipped it to a coat hanger, hanging it on the back of the
door. Monica grasped the hem of the short blouse she was wearing, and lifted
it over her head. Naked, I felt my erection begin to stiffen. "I see you like
what you see, Craig," Monica said. "Yes, mistress," I said. 'How could one
not', I thought.

Monica was deeply tanned with defined muscles. Her 'V' shaped torso would make
a bodybuilder, male or female proud. She slowly turned so that her back was
towards me and she brought her arms up so that all of the muscles in her back
were tense. "Feel my ass, Craig, feel how hard my butt is," she said. I
reached forward and ran the palm of my hand from where her butt joined her leg
up to her waist. "How sweet, baby," she said, "Now I want you to feel my ass,
squeeze it." I did and it was like warm granite.

"Do you like that?" she asked as she turned once again to face me. "Yes,
mistress," I said. She chuckled, and then said, "Now my tits, Craig, feel my
tits." I placed a hand on each of her breasts and squeezed. Like her buttock
there was little give to the muscle.

She looked down and said, "That's impressive, baby, you must be about
ten-inches," and she grasped my cock in the palm of her hand. I involuntarily
pulled away and she tightened her grip. "Never pull away from me, Craig," she
said and pulled me closer to her. She leaned forward putting her lips next to
my ear. "From now on, Craig, you belong to me," she said, "That's what you
wanted, and when I want your cock, you will give it to me as well as anything
else I want, do you understand?" "Ye-yes, mistress," I said. "Good, now you
may watch as Tran waxes me, but I don't want you playing with yourself, do you
understand?" she asked.

Being in the presence of Mistress Monica was both exciting and scary. Exciting
because of her beauty and awesome power that she exuded and scary because I
knew she possessed the strength to hurt me. It was like being in the presence
of a jungle cat.

She lay on the table and, although I didn't notice any pubic hair on her mons,
Tran waxed her, finishing as she had with me, by rubbing lotion on her pussy.
"Hmm," Monica hummed, "You have amazing hands, Tran, strong, not wimpy like
most women." "Thank mistress, would you like me to continue?" Tran asked.
"Absolutely, Tran," Monica said, "You may masturbate me."

I followed Monica's orders not to touch myself, although it was difficult as I
watched Tran massage Mistress Monica's pussy. Soon, Monica was moaning softly.
"Yes, oh, yes, finger me, baby, make your mistress come," Monica said. Monica
lifted her hips from the table as a stream of fluid shot from her vagina. I
stood transfixed and without having stroked myself to orgasm, I climaxed. I
had never seen a woman cum like that, certainly not my aunt.

"Hmm," Monica said, as she got up and sat on the edge of the table, "Thank
you, Tran, you know how to please your mistress," she said as she held the
Asian girl tightly, kissing her deeply. She stood up and with a finger wiped a
droplet of her cum from her vagina and placed it on my lips. "You'd better get
used to your mistress' cum, baby," Monica said, "You'll be servicing my pussy
quite a bit. I climax about four or five times a day." I licked my lips
tasting the drop that she had placed there. 'Sweet, yet salty,' I thought.

Mistress Monica sat on the edge of table and motioned for Tran. She stood
between Monica's legs with her back to the table. Monica wrapped her arms
around Tran and said, "You probably have a lot of questions, Craig," and she
glanced at the clock on the wall, "I have a few minutes so go ahead and ask
them."

'Where do I begin,' I thought. "First let me say I had never met anyone like
you before," I said, "so when I saw you at the party, I couldn't take my eyes
off of you." "Thank you again, Craig," Monica said.

"And once you left, I couldn't get you out of my mind. That's why I called," I
said. "Um-hmm," she said. "But I wanted to tell you that I'm in college and,
while I went to that party with my aunt, until I went to live with her, I
wasn't sexually active."

Monica held up her hand indicating for me to stop. "You told me at the party
you were not in a relationship, but now you are telling me that you were
having sex with your aunt?" "That's right," I said. Monica laughed and said,
"And people think I lead a perverted lifestyle, you're going to fit right in.
Go on."

"What do you mean fit in?" I asked. Monica now pulled Tran's smock that she
was wearing apart exposing her small breasts and ran her hands over them. "You
will come and live with me," Monica said, "take Roy's place and serve as my
personal, how would I say it, assistant." "But, but what about my schooling?"
I asked. "Oh, you may attend classes, but I must warn you that you are not
allowed to fraternize with the coeds," Monica told me. "And I'm going to live
with you?" I asked. "Yes," Monica said, running her hand down Tran's chest and
stomach to her crotch, "I will pay you as I would my other household staff and
supply you with room and board. In return you will be my assistant, driver,
whatever. I can assure you the benefits will make you very happy."

I stood watching as Monica proceeded to finger Tran's clit, the young Asian
girl closing her eyes and resting her head against Monica's chest as her
breathing became more rapid.

I needed a way to get out of whatever relationship I had with Linda and I
didn't look forward to another year in the dormitory. 'I wonder what Bonnie
would think', I thought, 'she had warned me to stay away from Mistress Monica,
but yet here I was being drawn in by her.' "Alright," I said, hardly realizing
I had agreed, "When do I start?"

Tran was breathing heavily and let out a soft cry as she climaxed, her legs
barely keeping her upright. "Shh, baby, that's my girl," Monica cooed and held
Tran upright with one hand still on her crotch, the other wrapped around her
chest.

"You've already started, Craig," Monica said, stepping down from the table,
"Is there anything else you want to ask before I leave?" "Yes," I said, "where
will I be living?" She smiled and said, "Tran has my address, she'll give it
to you," and walked out of the room, Tran following close behind.

I took one last look at myself in the mirror, running a hand over my now
hairless genitals. I was about to get dressed when the door opened and Tran
padded in. She had one of Mistress Monica's business cards in her hand.
"Mistress wanted me to give this to you," she said. I took it from her and
looked at the back. An address in south Orange County was written in neat
script. "Thank you, Tran," I said, setting the card aside and picking up my
trousers.

She put a hand on mine and said, "Mistress Monica said that I should be
available to you should you want me." I smiled at her and she returned my
smile. I untied her smock and took it from her shoulders and then lifted her
onto the table. The table was the perfect height for me to enter her while
standing up.

"Slow, please, Craig," she said as I began to impale her on my cock. I did go
slow with Tran and we reached an orgasm together a half hour later.

Spent, she lay back on the table, eyes shut, regaining her breath. "How long
has Mistress Monica been a client of yours?" I asked. "Nearly three years
now," she said. "So long," I said, "and do your other customers stare at
Mistress Monica?" She chuckled and opened her eyes looking at me. "Mistress
Monica is my only client every other Monday," Tran said. "The whole day?" I
asked. She nodded. I glanced at the clock and it was almost eight o'clock. I
had been here nearly four hours.

"Perhaps I'll see you again, Tran," I said as I pulled my Polo shirt over my
head. "I'm sure you will," Tran said.

I drove back to the dormitory and met with the dorm advisor. I told him that I
had decided to live off-campus with a roommate and arranged to have my payment
refunded less the deposit which I would have to forfeit. This didn't bother me
as I was excited to begin a new what; career, life style, challenge, 'perhaps
all of the above,' I thought. I slept my final night at the dorm, drifting off
to sleep thinking about Mistress Monica.

Tuesday morning and I packed my belongings into my car. I would wait to tell
Aunt Bonnie of my decision to move in with Mistress Monica until I saw how
this worked out. I knew she would not be pleased. As for Linda, maybe it would
be best just to drop out of her life, although I would probably see her on
campus.

I headed south to the address on the card. As I pulled up in front of the
address, I was greeted by two large flagstone pillars with an electronic
wrought iron gate. Inset in one of the pillars was a speaker box with a call
button. I pressed the button. "Yes," a male voice answered. "It's Craig, here
to see Mistress Monica." There was no reply, but there was a faint buzz and
the gate began to open. I followed the drive for a hundred yards or more and
pulled to a stop when Monica's house came into view. The flagstone and block
gave it the appearance of a castle. 'This has to be four thousand square
feet', I thought. I pulled forward parking next to several vehicles, the
nearest one being a black Bentley.

I used the door knocker and Roy opened the door. "Come in," he said abruptly.
'Not a people person,' I thought. "This way," he said and took off down the
hall. I wanted to stand in the foyer and look at the marble, stairway and
chandelier, but had to hurry to catch up with the disappearing Roy.

He stopped at a doorway and I stepped into a library. Monica was seated at a
desk and looked up. "Stay a minute, Roy," she said, "Craig, I take it you
didn't have a problem finding the house." She got up and came around the desk
and offered me her hand. "No, not at all," I said, shaking her hand, her grip
firm.

She turned to Roy and said, "It should come as no surprise that I need to let
you go, Roy, Craig here will take your place. Pack your things and get out,
here's your final paycheck plus a nice severance." Clearly stunned, the Roy's
jaw dropped. He took the envelope from Monica, turning it over in his hands.
"But mistress," he said, "why, what have I done wrong?" "It has come to my
attention that you had sex with someone from outside the household and without
my knowledge," Monica said, "That and you've slacked off on your household
duties."

What happened next took seconds. Roy balled his fists and took a step in my
direction. I quickly took a step backwards but wound up sitting in an arm
chair that was behind me. Mistress Monica drove a fist into Roy's midsection,
doubling the man over and sending him crumpled to the floor. Roy curled in a
fetal position, trying to catch his breath.

I stood up, embarrassed at having fallen into the chair. "Breathe, Roy, take
shallow breaths," Monica said. Minutes passed with neither of us saying
anything. Finally, Roy appeared to be breathing normally and Monica said,
"That was very stupid, Roy, now stand up and pack your belongings."

The man used the chair I had fallen into as a crutch to get to his feet and
walked bent over to the door. Only then did he look back at us, a sneer on his
face. He went down the hall and I heard a door slam.

"I'm sorry you had to witness that, Craig," Monica said, "but frankly I'm glad
to be rid of Roy." "Not a problem, mistress, do you think he'll cause any
trouble?" She smiled and said, "I wish he would, but no, I think he knows
better. Have a seat and I'll go over the house rules, you've already heard one
of them."

I sat once again in the chair and Monica stood with her butt against the edge
of her desk. From where I sat she looked very imposing. She wore a black
leather skirt and a black satin blouse that was tied below her breasts.

"The house rules are really quite simple; what goes on in this house, stays in
this house. You are to have sex with no one but myself or the staff unless I
tell you to, do you understand?" I nodded but wondered who the 'staff' was.

"You will be required to accompany me when I make service calls and assist me
with clients when needed, do you understand?" she asked. "What service calls,
mistress," I asked. She smiled and said, "That's what I call it when I go to a
client's house, a service call, and you may need to assist me or participate
if I tell you." I nodded that I understood.

"You may finish you schooling, but you must help with the household chores, as
you can tell, this is a large house and it requires a lot of work," she said,
"Do you have any questions about your duties?" I thought about what she had
just said and shook my head.

"All right then," she said, pushing away from the desk, "let me show you
around the house." I followed Mistress Monica around the house. Besides the
library, there was a living room, dining room, gym, kitchen and a wing of
bedrooms. All of the rooms were oversized, especially the gym, which given
that all of the walls were mirrors, it looked enormous.

I was introduced to Olivia, the cook and Jamie, the housekeeper. Both were
gorgeous. Olivia was a brown eyed brunette while Jamie was a petite blue eyed
blonde. "You will assist Jamie in taking care of the house; laundry,
vacuuming, etc. She'll tell you what to do," Mistress Monica said. I looked at
Jamie and she smiled. "What about Roy, mistress," Olivia asked. "Roy is no
longer with us, he'll be leaving shortly," Monica said, and I watched as both
Olivia and Jamie smiled at each other.

"Let me show you the garage," Monica said, and I tore my eyes away from Olivia
and Jamie and followed mistress to a door leading to the garage. The garage
was four bays, empty now, each with its own electric garage door opener. "You
will need to park my cars in here at night and take them out each morning. Do
you understand?" she asked. "Yes, mistress," I said. 'That seems pretty
simple,' I thought. "Good. Have you told your aunt that you're living here?"
she asked. I hesitated but then said, "No, mistress, not yet." "I'd like to
meet her," Monica said, "Maybe I could change her mind about her nephew moving
in with me." 'I doubt that,' I thought, but said, "Yes, mistress."

"Mistress, you said I may need to assist you on your service calls, what did
you mean?" I asked. "My clients are well to do individuals who have, what I
call, select tastes. Like you, some want a muscle show, some want more, and
others want to be dominated," Monica said, "I cater to their tastes and you
may need to help me, whether it's simply carrying my equipment or
participating in my act." "Your act," I asked.

"Yes, here, I'll show you," Monica said, and she untied her blouse from below
her breast and took it off. Now bare chested, she said, "Hit me in my
stomach." I looked at her and she nodded. I balled my fist and hit her putting
little effort in to it. "If my clients saw you do that they would never ask me
back, come on Craig, hit me, put some effort in to it," she said. This time I
didn't hold back although it was like punching a bag of rocks.

"Again," she said, and I hit her again. "More, come on wimp, hit me!" she
commanded. I hit her first with my right, then a left and again with a right.
My blows had no effect on her as she stood there with her hands on her hips
watching me.

She chuckled, "That's good, save your strength," she said, and walked to the
far wall where some lumber was laying. She picked up an eight-foot length of
fence rail and brought it back to where I stood.

"Watch," she said as she put the wood across the back of her shoulders, her
neck at the mid-point, and draped her arms over the pieces extending past her
shoulders. She watched me as she slowly brought her arms in front of her. At
first, I didn't think anything was going to happen, but then there was the
sound of cracking wood. Her trapezius muscle swelled and her biceps tensed as
her arms were brought forward. Her chest muscles tensed as well as her
breasts; even her nipples became erect. It was then that the piece of lumber
snapped, the piece across her shoulders hit the floor first followed by the
two on which her massive arms rested.

"Clean that up," she said indicating the broken fence rail, "and let's go see
how Roy is doing." I quickly stacked the three pieces of lumber where she had
gotten it and followed her to Roy's room, or rather my room.

Empty dresser drawers were open as well as the wardrobe. A lamp from the
nightstand lay broken on the floor, but the worst was that in the middle of
the bedspread was a puddle of urine. "That bastard," Monica said, "Look what
he did to my bed." Then she yelled for Jamie. Jamie was at the bedroom door
almost instantly. "I want you to wash this bedding, that screw-up, Roy, pissed
on it," she said, "Craig, you will have to get a new mattress and possibly a
box spring, have it billed to me." "Yes, mistress," I said. "If I find that
guy," Monica said, "I'll make him wish he never pulled that stunt." I secretly
hoped that Roy and Monica's path would cross in the near future.

"Take Jamie with you. While you're out, get some clothes. She'll show you
where," Monica said. "Yes, mistress," I replied, thinking to myself, 'New
clothes, why do I need new clothes?' I looked at Jamie and she only smiled and
raised an eyebrow.

Jamie and I drove to a mattress store near Monica's house. I selected a
mattress and box spring, but it wouldn't be delivered until tomorrow. The
salesman told me that they would dispose of the old mattress and box spring.

"So, where to," I asked once we were back in the car. She directed me to a
strip mall not far from the mattress shop and we pulled in in front of a
non-descript shop that had a sign in the window, 'Unusual Fashions, Costumes
and Custom Orders.' I looked at Jamie and she said, "We all get our clothes,
or at least some of them here. You'll see," Jamie told me and opened the car
door.

I followed Jamie inside and it took a few seconds for my eyes to adjust to the
dim lighting. The shop was full of racks of clothing, bolts of fabric and
showcases of accessories. "Jamie!" a voice called out, "It's so nice to see
you again." "Thanks, Zoe," Jamie said, and introduced me to a girl that could
have been Jamie's twin. "Zoe is a whiz with needle and thread and makes a lot
of Mistress Monica's clothes," Jamie said. Zoe stood smiling. I nodded.

"So what brings you in today?" she asked. "We want to fix Craig here up with
some clothes," Jamie told her, "The usual, he's replacing Roy." "Really," Zoe
said, "That's good," and the two girls exchanged giggles. "Let me take a few
measurements and I'll have them ready in a day or two," Zoe said.

Jamie stepped to one side and Zoe stepped in front of me. She took the tape
measure from around her neck and said, "Hold your arms straight out, shoulder
high," and she measured first one arm and then the other. She measured my
neck, chest, waist, hips, and shoulders and then said, "OK, drop you pants,
Craig." "Excuse me," I said. "I said, drop your trousers." I looked at Jamie
who nodded and then back to Zoe who raised an eyebrow.

I unbuckled my belt and unsnapped my pants allowing them to fall to my ankles.
Zoe slid the waistband of my underwear down my thighs. "Ooh," she said
quietly, and measured my penis, length and circumference. "How, umm, how long
are you when erect," she asked. I looked down at her and said, "I don't know,
why?" "It's, ahh, one of the measurements I take, is all," Zoe said. "Stroke
him a few times, Zoe," Jamie said.

Zoe took my penis in her palm and began to stroke me. Within minutes I was
erect. "Hmm," she said once again, measuring the length of my cock. She wrote
everything in a small notebook. "Very nice, Craig," Jamie said as Zoe stood
up, and she ran her tongue over her lips. "You can pull your pants up, Craig,"
Zoe said.

On the way back to the house, Jamie said, "You can spend the night with me,
Craig since you won't have a bed. That is, if you want to." "Thanks, Jamie," I
said, "but would Mistress Monica mind?" She giggled and said, "Not at all,
only if she wanted me tonight, then I would be with her." "Do you and the
mistress sleep together often," I asked. "Some, Olivia and I and now you will
share her bed when she wants. You'll see," Jamie said.

'Interesting', I thought, "And what about you and Olivia, do you sleep
together?" She looked at me and said, "Yes, if we want, but I'm glad you're
here now, Roy was a terrible lover, at least to me." "How so," I asked.
"Rough, inconsiderate and too quick to come," she said, and then added, "You
can last, can't you?" "I think so," I said as we pulled up to the house.

To be continued ...