Chapter 4 - Autobiography of a Muscle Lover By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com It's back to school for me and a chance meeting with my ex-girlfriend. I help Mistress Monica with one of her 'sessions' and get a glimpse into what being in control is all about. I tried to get out of bed without disturbing Mistress Monica. She had surprised me last by having sex with me. Well, actually it was more than just sex; it was a muscle exhibition, play session and sex. I believe Mistress Monica is insatiable in her sexual appetite. She really has no limits or boundaries that I've seen; she's an 'equal opportunity lover' whether women or men. Today was my first day of college. I left Monica's bedroom and went to my own room and immediately got in the shower. I washed the scent of sex off of me as well as the musky cum that still clung to my genitals from Mistress Monica. Dressed, I stopped in the kitchen and said good-bye to Olivia and Jamie. As I was preparing to leave, Monica appeared in the doorway with a pair of women's panties hooked on one finger. "Here," she said, extending the panties to me, "I want you to wear these today so that you remember not to have sex with those co-eds. I thought you would be embarrassed to be seen in my panties." I took them and thought, 'I would be embarrassed to be found wearing women's panties.' "Alright," I said and quickly undressed. I pulled them on although they did not cover my penis or scrotum. They also felt damp. "The dampness you feel is my cum," Monica said glancing at the other women, "I thought that would serve as a reminder that you belong to me." I re-dressed and said, "There's no way I'd forget that I belong to you, mistress, I'll see you this afternoon." I felt like a boy going off to school for the first time as I turned and left the house. The day passed quickly and uneventfully until my break before my final class. I ran into Linda, my ex-girlfriend. I was sitting on a bench near my class when she approached. "Craig, where have you been, I've called you a dozen times in the past two weeks, what's going on," she said taking a seat next to me. "I, I've been busy, Linda," I fumbled, "I'm with someone else now," I said hastily. There was a long pause and she said softly, "With someone else? That's sudden," and she put a hand to her mouth and lowered her head. I didn't want her to start crying, or making a scene. "I thought you and I were perfect for each other," she said, "where did you meet her?" Linda asked. "Ah, well, ahh, it was at a party, actually, we more or less ran into each other," I said. "I see," Linda said, suddenly sitting up straighter, "Does she go here? Do I know her?" "No, no, you don't know her and she doesn't go here," I said, "She's older." I really didn't know how old Monica was, that seemed of little concern in our relationship. "I see, an older woman," Linda said standing up, "Well, I hope the two of you are very happy together, you never impressed me, Craig, as someone who would have 'mommy issues'." "It's not like that, Linda, honestly," I said, "I don't have 'mommy issues', but it is a unique relationship. It's complicated." "Well, that sounds just fascinating, Craig," she said, "Like I said, I'm sure the two of you will be happy together," and she quickly walked away. I watched her disappear into a crowd of students. 'I feel bad,' I thought, 'I could have handled that better.' That evening at the dinner table, I related my encounter with Linda to Olivia, Jamie and Mistress Monica. Monica, who listened to me tell of the encounter chuckled when I was finished. "Cold, Craig," Olivia commented, "Very cold." I could only shrug. After dinner we were clearing when there was a knock on the door. "Did you shut the gate when you came in?" Monica asked me. "Yes, mistress," I said, "I thought I did." Olivia went to answer the door. "Where is he?" I heard from the entryway. I looked at Monica who looked back at me questioningly. "It's Linda," I told her softly, and I followed Monica to the foyer. Olivia was standing at the front door and Linda was looking around. "May I help you," Monica asked as she approached my ex-girlfriend. Something about Linda's appearance seemed odd. She was wearing the same clothes she had on when she was on campus, but her T-shirt was stained and half in, half out of her jeans. Besides that, she seemed to sway ever so slightly as she stood there. "He-help me," she said, "No, you can't help me. You've already taken my boyfriend, you, you, amazon!" Monica looked at me and said, "Linda?" I nodded, and then addressing Linda, she said, "Look, I didn't 'take' your boyfriend. Craig came to me. And I can see why, look at you, you're a mess." "Linda, please," I said, "You're making a fool out of yourself. How did you know where I live?" Linda smiled and said, "Followed you, Craig, and then I went and got a drink." "I can see that," Monica said, "You need to sober up." "You're pretty good at giving orders, aren't you," Linda said, "Did you tell Craig to dump me and move in here?" "What I did or didn't tell Craig is no concern of yours," Monica said. Linda turned and looked at Olivia who was standing with her back against the door. "And you, what do you do here, besides answer the door," Linda sneered, "have sex with Craig?" "If I want," Olivia told her matter-of-factly. Linda's mouth opened as if she was going to stay something more, but then she looked at me and asked, "Are you sleeping with both of these, these, whores?" At the word, 'whore', I thought, 'this is going to go wrong real quick.' "Linda, please," I said, "You should leave." "Why, Craig," Linda asked, "So you can screw these bitches?" "That's it!" Monica said sternly, "You have a smart mouth you little bitch. You want to know what Craig and I do, I'll show you." Monica who had been wearing shorts and a T-shirt unbuttoned her shorts and then pulled her T-shirt over her head. Now standing naked in front of Linda, she flexed her chest. At the sight of Monica's muscular breasts and arms, Linda's mouth again fell open. "Craig, show Linda how you serve your mistress," Monica said. I looked at Linda and Monica said, "On your knees, Craig, I want to feel that tongue of yours in my pussy, now!" Linda had the back of her hand to her mouth, eyes wide as I sank to my knees and taking Monica by her narrow hips, began to lap her clit. "Do you like that, Linda," Monica asked, "Do you like to watch? Hmm, that feels so good, Craig." I knew she was putting on a performance for Linda, but I was lost in pleasuring my mistress. "I'll bet Craig never sucked your clit, did he, bitch?" Monica taunted, "He's really quite good at it," and she gave a throaty laugh. Apparently Linda had looked away, because Monica told Olivia, "Hold her so that she can see what her boyfriend really likes, Olivia." "Please, stop," Linda said, "Let me go." I turned my head briefly and saw that Olivia had Linda's back pressed against her front, Olivia's arm holding her in place, while her other hand held Linda's chin so that she couldn't look away. "I'm on the verge of climaxing," Monica said, "Get out of the way, Craig, I want Linda to enjoy my cum." I moved out of the way and Olivia more or less dragged Linda to stand before Monica and then forced her to her knees and held her head facing Monica's pubis. Monica toyed with her clit, patting it and rubbing herself vigorously until she exploded sending a torrent of cum cascading over Linda. Linda tried to avert the stream, but was held fast by Olivia. "Get on your feet, wimp," Monica said to Linda, looking down at her. Linda's face and hair was soaked, drops falling to the floor and pooling around her knees. Olivia took Linda by the shoulders and pulled her to her feet. "I should beat you for calling me a whore and a bitch," Monica said, flexing her arm. "Mistress, please," I said, "Just let her walk out the door." There was a long pause. "I've put men in the hospital for talking to me the way you have," Monica said, "But because Craig might still have some feelings for you, which I will never understand, I'll let you go." Linda looked up at Monica and Monica said, "Don't come back and don't talk to Craig at school, do you understand?" Linda nodded. There was a moment of silence and then Monica said, "Good! Olivia, get the door for Linda." Olivia moved to the door and opened it. Linda took a final look in my direction her face still wet and then turned and left. "You cared for her," Monica said, "that's sweet, that's why I didn't punish her for calling Olivia and I whores." "Thank you for that, mistress," I said, "I had feelings for her once, but now I'm yours." She smiled and said, "I don't know what men see in women like Linda. She has no muscles, no tone, just a little mouse of a woman." "I thought she was the one I would marry, once, but that's before I met you, mistress," I said. The following day at school I didn't see Linda, apparently she was going to heed Monica's warning and stay away from me. When I got home a large package had arrived from the boutique that Jaime and I had gone to. Zoe had sent various items over that she had sewn. There were a dozen or so pair of underwear; nylon, cotton and satin, all with a pouch that could accommodate my genitals. A pair of leather pants that were similar to Mistress Monica's that rode on my hips and fit tight against my legs and butt. There were also various shirts and several pairs of shorts. A note address to Mistress Monica from Zoe read simply; 'I hope you like the clothing I've made for your man. If he needs more, I've kept his measurements.' and it was signed, Zoe. There was a postscript that read, 'BTW, I loved his package!' with a smiley face. The women all wanted me to model the clothing, every piece. As I was trying on the low-rise leather pants, Monica said, "That reminds me, Craig, I have a session this Saturday that I need your help with, those pants would be good to wear." "Yes, mistress," I said, wondering what sort of 'session'. I loaded Mistress Monica's equipment into her SUV as well as several changes of clothing for each of us. She had assembled an odd variety of items as well as several attach' cases, their contents unknown. "My client is a Hollywood producer and his wife. When we get to their house in the hills, I need for you to follow my lead," Monica said, "Nothing is rehearsed, but I will tell you they're in to domination as well as muscle worship. I've been to their house once before." It seemed like we drove forever and once we were off the freeway, Mistress Monica said, "Now we climb into the Hollywood Hills." As we drove, Monica filled me in on the couple that we were going to visit. Sam and Heidi Davis lived at the end of a narrow roadway in a house that overlooked the Los Angeles basin. Sam is a movie producer who has many hit movies to his credit. He's sixty years old, but in excellent shape. Sam's wife, Heidi, is what's known as a 'trophy wife.' She is 30-years old, and gorgeous, although Monica was quick to mention that her breasts are cosmetically enhanced. This would be an all-day session, however, Monica assured me that I would love it and would 'be rewarded'. At first I thought the house was not much to look at, that is, until we had pulled up in front along the circular driveway. The 12-foot double entry doors set the tone for what could only be described as a, 'hill top hunting lodge in Hollywood.' I removed all of the bags and props that Monica would be using and sat them near the front door. I rang the doorbell and it was answered by an attractive young woman dressed in a gray maids outfit. The strapless dress highlighted her ample breasts and the hemline ended slightly below her crotch. "Please, come in, Mr. and Mrs. Davis will be along shortly," the woman said, "Just leave your things where they are at and I'll bring them to you. Please, follow me." "Thank you, Gina," Monica said and we followed her down a short corridor that led into a large game room, which was dominated by a pool table. "Ah, Mistress Monica," Sam Davis said as he walked into the room a minute later, "I'm so glad you could fit us into your schedule." Sam, I noticed, was only about 5'-6" tall with a full head of salt and pepper hair. He wore a pair of swim trunks and an unbuttoned shirt. Monica introduced me as her assistant. I shook Sam's hand and said, "Pleased to meet you." "Why am I always the last to arrive," Heidi Davis said as she walked into the game room. Heidi was tall, perhaps 6'-1" with the three inch heels she wore and was as tan as Mistress Monica. How do I know she was tan, because she was wearing a turquoise microkini that left nothing to the imagination. The areola and nipples of her firm breasts were covered by the smallest patch of material as well as her vagina. "Mistress Monica, you look more muscular than you did the last time you were here," Heidi said and gave Monica a sensual kiss on the lips, her tongue exploring my mistress' mouth. "Thank you, that's nice of you to say," Monica said, "And you look gorgeous, is that a new suit?" Heidi smiled and said, "Yes, it is, I just got it from Brazil, apparently they're all wearing them on Copacabana and Ipanema." Monica said, "Heidi, this is Craig, my assistant, Craig, this is Heidi." I extended my hand to shake hers but she pushed it out of the way and embraced me, kissing me and teasing my tongue with hers. When she broke the kiss, she grabbed my genitals and turned to Monica, "I see you finally have a man," and chuckled. "Shall we go outside for a little sun," Sam said. We stepped out onto a patio with what could only be described as a sweeping view of Los Angeles. Monica's previous description didn't do it justice. Monica quickly removed her spandex shorts and crop top and I slid out of my leather pants. As I removed them, and saw Heidi and Sam were watching me. As my penis fell free, a brief smile crossed Heidi's face; Sam averted his eyes and turned away. The maid that had greeted us at the door, Gina, appeared with an arm full of towels and began spreading them on the chaise lounges. "Gina, would you bring us some lemonade," Heidi asked. "Certainly, madam," Gina said and then looked at me and smiled, her eyes moving down to my genitals. Heidi removed her bathing suit and Sam slowly shrugged the shirt from his shoulders. I took the end lounge allowing Monica and Heidi to lie next to each other. Sam, at the far end stepped out of his swim trunks and I was struck with the thought, 'his cock is no bigger than Jaime's clit, poor Heidi.' Gina returned with the lemonade and sat the plastic glasses on the tables between the lounge chairs. As she placed mine on the table, I saw her glance at my cock once more and inadvertently run the tip of her tongue across her lips before retreating to the house. The two women talked and Sam took a call or two and made several, while I quietly took in the sun. "Craig, be a dear and put some lotion on me," Heidi said extending a bottle of suntan lotion in my direction. I glanced at Monica who gave a quick nod. Sam was on his phone and not paying attention. I got up and walked to Heidi's lounge thinking she would turn over so I could put lotion on her back, but she remained lying on her back. I squeezed a palm full of lotion into my palm and rubbed my hands together and then applied the lotion to her upper chest, working it into her skin. As I did, Heidi put a hand on the inside of my thigh inches from the head of my penis. At one point, she extended her index finger and touched its head ever so lightly. I took my time, working my way down her torso, past her firm breasts and flat stomach. When I got to her legs, I applied lotion to each leg individually, taking extra time to work the liquid into the area just below her crotch. Slowly I massaged the lotion into each leg finishing by resting her foot against my penis and massaging her feet. "Hmm," Heidi hummed, "That feels wonderful, Craig, you should have been a massage therapist. I spend nearly a thousand dollars a month on massage therapists and they don't do half as good a job as you, Craig." "Thank you, Heidi," I said, lowering her foot to the lounge. "Would you like some lotion, mistress," I asked before heading back to my lounge. "Please, Craig," she said, and I spent nearly fifteen minutes massaging Monica's body. I stepped across the lounge chair and spread the lotion evenly across her chest and abdominals. As I leaned forward to apply the liquid to her upper chest, the head of my penis lightly touched her abs. This, of course, was done for show and I saw that it had the desired effect. Heidi sat up and was watching her mouth slightly agape, while Sam had his cell phone to his ear, but was focused on what I was doing. Spreading her legs slightly, I applied the lotion to the inside of her massive thighs and traced a thick vein with my finger tip. I worked my way down her legs finishing by massaging Monica's feet. I retired to my lounge chair and for the next hour, dozed in the sun. "Lunch is on the patio table, ma'am," Gina told Heidi waking her from a light sleep. As Gina walked back to where the food was placed, I noticed she was now naked except for an apron tied about her waist. We got to our feet and went to the shaded patio table. A table with four chairs under a large umbrella had been set up for us. Lunch was light with greens and fresh fruit, lemonade and ice tea. We ate and chatted about Sam's latest movie. "One of those calls was Brad," Sam said, "I've got him lined up for a movie, but it will cost twenty million and a percentage of the box office, but he's still money in the bank." "That was excellent, as usual, Gina," Monica said as Gina cleared the table, "I'm so glad you liked it." Monica slid a hand along Gina's butt as she leaned in to pick up some plates, and then she slapped her on the left butt cheek, not hard, but not playful either. Gina stopped and put her elbows on the table as Monica spanked her once more. There was now a distinct hand print of Monica on Gina's left buttock. Gina whimpered and I watched along with Heidi and Sam. Monica ran her index finger along Gina's crack and then toyed with her labia. Next she massaged her clit with a knuckle and Gina's whimpering escalated to a moan. Monica got to her feet, tipping the plastic chair over and stood behind Gina, the maid's buttock in contact with Mistress Monica's pubis. Monica bent forward he breasts resting against Gina's back and played with the maid's breasts which were nearly touching the table. Monica slowly ran a hand down Gina's stomach to her crotch and cupped the maid's pussy. "Do you like that, bitch," Monica hissed in the girl's ear. Gina didn't answer, but her moan turned into a sob. Monica must have increased her grip on her pubis and she asked again, "Do you like that, bitch." "Ye-yes, mistress, pl-please," she pleaded. Monica chuckled deeply and said, "Who does this pussy belong to, sweet cheeks?" "It belongs, to you, mistress," Gina managed to get out. "That's right, Gina, that pussy belongs to me and you are not to pleasure yourself without my approval," Monica hissed, "do you understand?" and she squeezed a little harder. Gina gritted her teeth and said, "Ye-yes, mistress, I understand." Monica held her grip and then finally let go, stood up and sat down in her chair as if nothing had happened. Gina slowly straightened up and finished clearing the dishes. I looked at Heidi and Sam who were smiling. Monica said, "So, shall we begin our session?" "Yes, yes, please, mistress," Sam said, and then Heidi simply said, "Yes, let's." "Craig, would you get my things," Monica asked standing up. We all got up and I went into the house where our items were and began to carry them out to the deck. "Are you alright," I asked Gina when I saw her in the kitchen. "Yes, fine," she said, "you better get out there," dismissing me. I stood watching her a minute, but then turned and carried our equipment to the patio. Heidi and Sam were in their chairs, sitting in the shade where we had eaten. Monica was posing in front of them. Both of the Davis' watched as Monica teased, flexed, constricted and relaxed her magnificent muscles. She picked up a steel bar that we had brought and taking an end in each hand, bent in, her trapezius muscles flaring with the effort. She handed the bar to me and I tried pulling the ends away from each other but was unable to budge them. Monica opened one of the attach' cases and withdrew a half of a brick. Her large hand nearly engulfed the stone as she bent at the knees and began to squeeze. "Before, if I wanted to, I could have done this to Gina's pussy while I had it in my hand," and as she said this the brick was reduced to fragments and powder, "but of course, I didn't." She let the remnants of the brick fall to the deck. She held up her arm and flexed her bicep. "My arm is nineteen inches," Monica said, "Come here, Heidi and measure it." I handed Heidi a tape that was in the case and she ran it around Monica's arm. "Nineteen and one-quarter inch," Heidi said. "Kiss it, Heidi, you may kiss it." Heidi did and then ran her tongue over the muscles. Monica chuckled and said, "Don't think about playing with yourself, Sam, don't make me crush your balls." Sam took his hand away from his groin and I could see his erection was probably about four-inches. "Measure those quads, Heidi," Monica said and Heidi wrapped the tape around the amazon's flexed thigh. "Twenty-five inches," Heidi said, running her hand over the striated surface. "What do you want to do, Heidi?" Monica asked and Heidi immediately caressed and kissed Monica's massive leg. Once, twice and then a third time, and with each kiss she got closer and closer to Monica's clit. As Heidi kissed and lapped at Monica's clit, Monica massaged and played with her nipples. I knew how hard they could become and watched as she teased them to their peak. "Come here, you worthless piece of crap," Monica told Sam. The little man stepped tentatively toward Monica. "Come here, pussy," Monica hissed, "Look at your wife sucking my clit. Come here and watch." She grabbed Sam by the neck and I thought she would strangle the little guy but she merely held him to against her chest. "Please, mistress," he said, "Your tits, they're hurting me." Monica laughed and said, "You have yet begun to experience pain," and she stepped away from Heidi who had been lost in servicing her mistress. "Craig, let Heidi play with your cock, Sam and I will watch," Monica said as she held the man painfully against her chest, I knew her ball-bearing hard nipples were poking him in the back. She held him with one arm while her other hand fondled his genitals. Heidi seemed not to notice Monica's departure and my arrival as she took me hungrily in her mouth. I felt the stirring of an erection. "Do you like to watch your wife pleasure other men" Monica asked Sam, "Or rather I should say, a man. You're nothing more than a wimp," and she pushed him aside and opened her attach' case. She withdrew a strap on dildo approximately six-inches in length. She quickly stepped into the harness and buckled the straps. "Now I'm going to teach you what pain is, you little pansy," Monica hissed and she entered Sam in one thrust. He cried out in pain and said, "Please, mistress, please, that hurts!" Monica laughed in his ear and began a slow rhythmic thrust. I was fully erect and Monica said, "Take Heidi, Craig, show her what ten-inches feels like." Heidi stopped and stood up. I put my arms around this beautiful woman and she put her arms around my neck, and then wrapped her legs around me. Removing one hand briefly, I positioned the head of my penis between her labia and entered her, slowly at first and then quicker until I was completely inside. As I did, she kissed my neck and bit my ear lobe. Heidi's panting turned into a soft moan and then heavy panting and a primal scream as she and I climaxed together. Sam climaxed and Monica slowed her thrusting and withdrew the dildo. We were breathing hard as Monica unbuckled her harness and stepped out of it, laying it on the table. She took Heidi by the wrist and held her close. "What did you think of my man, Craig, baby, did he satisfy you?" she asked. "Uh-huh," Heidi said softly, her breathing returning to normal. With her free hand, Mistress Monica reached down and with a forefinger, swiped a droplet of cum from the head of my penis. She touched this to the tip of her tongue and said, "He has sweet cum, baby," and she gave Heidi a deep kiss. I noticed that Sam looked a bit unsteady on his feet and he sat down in one of the chairs. Monica looked at him, and sneered at the producer. "Who told you to sit down, you little girl?" she asked, and grabbed the man by the neck, pulling him out of the chair. She held him so that he was off the ground and he began to choke. Monica let go of Heidi's wrist and placing that hand on Sam's crotch, lifted him high in the air over her head. She lowered him down to her chest and then pressed him again above her head. She pressed him above her head six or seven more times. "I could do this all day long," Monica said, "you're so light." "Powder puff," Sam said quietly, and then repeated it a little louder, "powder puff." Monica lowered the man and he stepped onto the pool deck, rubbing his neck. I looked from one person to the next and finally said quietly to Monica, "Powder puff?" She nodded and said, "That is his 'out' phrase. He says, 'powder puff' when he wants the session to stop or take a break, because I'm too rough." I nodded. "Sit down, Sam," Monica said, "You can watch me for the next fifteen or twenty minutes. All of you have satisfied your sexual needs, but now it's my turn." She reached once again in her case and extracted a rubberized dildo that was perhaps eighteen-inches long and three-inches in diameter. "Craig, you can put the other things away." I gathered up our clothes and put her strap on dildo away as Monica stood facing Heidi and Sam, slowly working the huge phallic into her vagina. "Hmm," she hummed as she maneuvered it in another couple of inches, "This feels so good." Once it was a foot or more inside, she began to use it to masturbate. She drove it deeper and deeper, as she gasped for breath. With several hard thrusts she withdrew the massive toy and sent a stream of cum onto Sam's chest and lap. Monica exhaled and a smaller amount of ejaculate followed. She wiped her vagina and smeared the liquid onto Heidi's face and lips while she laughed softly. "I hope you were pleased with our session," she asked, "give me a call when you're ready again." "We will," Heidi said, "Thank you, mistress, thank you very much." "Yes, thank you," Sam said coming to his feet, "Gina will give you your fee as you leave." I followed Monica through the house. At the entryway, Gina, who was once again wearing her maids outfit, said, "Thank you, mistress," and handed an envelope to Monica. Monica put a hand behind Gina's head and gave her a long kiss on the lips, and then turned and walked through the door to our car. I put the cases in the trunk of the car and got in to drive. The envelope that Gina had given Monica lay in her lap. Monica handed me two banded stacks of cash. "This is for you, Craig," she said, "for your performance." I looked at the band on the top stack of cash. 'Ten thousand dollars,' it read. I made twenty thousand dollars for a half-day's work. "Thank you, mistress," I said, "I don't know what to say." She smiled and said, "Say that you enjoyed yourself, you earned it. You made Heidi very happy." 'She made me very happy,' I thought as I sat the money aside and drove out of the Hollywood Hills. "I did enjoy myself, mistress. Are the Davis' typical of your clients?" I asked. "No, Craig," she said, "all of my clients are different. The Davis' are just a little bit richer than most." "But do they all like to be dominated?" I pressed. "No, not all, but most; the common denominator, however, is control. I'm in control and whether I dominate, humiliate or provide muscle worship, I decide. Does that make sense?" "I think so, mistress," I said, "I think so." To be continued ...