Dominatrix Advice
By Muscle Fan



Recently I had a 'session' with Walter Olsen, a prominent business man, who
approached me at the market. We met and he gave me two thousand dollars for a
couple of hours of my time. All I did was flex my muscles and jerk him off
with my foot of all things. He seemed pleased but I doubt this would be the
last I would hear from Wally.

My ex-husband's girlfriend comes knocking on my door. Is she up for a change
in lifestyle? I have no doubt.

I had finished my work out of heavy lifting and was on my way to enjoy a
couple of hours of sun time by the pool when the doorbell rang. Peering
through the security peep hole, I was surprised to see Heather on my door
step. Heather is the girlfriend of my ex-husband, John.

"Heather," I said, after opening the door, "what a surprise, is John with
you?" Heather is young, and while trim, not muscular. Frankly, I don't know
what John saw in her, but that's beside the point.

She looked at me, naked except for my cross trainers and asked, "May I come
in?" I stepped aside and she entered. "Let's go into the kitchen," I said, "We
can take some ice tea on the patio." I poured the tea and opened the French
door to the patio. "You caught me just as I was going to the pool," I told
her, "take off your clothes and join me." This last statement I said as more
of a command than a request. She hesitated, then sat her iced tea on a table
and began to disrobe.

I looked at Heather and she had the start of a nice tan. Her bikini line was
evident where her skin was pale. "Here," I said, picking up a bottle of
sunscreen, "let me put some lotion on you so you don't burn." I squeezed a
dollop of lotion into the palm of my hand as she turned her back to me. I
applied it to her back and then ran my hands down to her butt.

Cupping each butt cheek I allowed my fingers to probe her crack. If this
surprised her, she neither said anything nor showed it. I squeezed a bit more
lotion into my palm and stepping close, rubbed the cream across her small
breasts and then down to her pubis.

Heather closed her eyes and placed her head against my chest as I fingered her
small button of a clitoris. "Hmm," she moaned softly. I could feel my own clit
becoming erect as I pressed Heather's body against mine. "Would you like me to
fuck you?" I whispered in her ear. "Uh-huh," she managed to say. I laughed
lightly and said, "Does John know you came to see me?" She shook her head. I
didn't think he did.

"I want to make love to you too, but let's enjoy the sun while we can," I told
her. She looked disappointed and I asked, "Why did you come over?" as we laid
on the chaise lounges. "Well," she said, "ever since I came over with John I
haven't been able to get you out of my mind." She turned and looked at me but
I pretended not to notice. "And what sort of thoughts have you had when you
think of me?" "How beautiful you are, how powerful and strong," she said. "And
I don't scare you?" She laughed lightly and said, "No, no, I could tell you
wanted me."

It was true, I did want her and I knew I could have her. It gave me some
degree of satisfaction to know I could have the woman that my ex-husband
wanted. I chuckled.

"What?" she asked. "I find it ironic that you and I are lovers as well as you
and John. But you know you will always be my slave," I said, "my submissive.
I'm not looking for a monogamous relation." After a hesitation, she said, "I
know, but I need to be with you."

I looked over at her and I said, "You can clean my house. Come each day after
John goes to work. You will do what I want. Do you understand?" "Yes, Alex,"
she said. I thought about that and then added, "And while you're here, I think
you should call me Mistress Alex." "Yes, mistress," she said.

I stood up and looked down at her. She was beautiful. I could see why John was
attracted to her. "Let's go, I have some errands to run." She looked up at me
and I held out my hand. Holding her hand I led her into the house and my
bedroom. Once in the bedroom, I scooped her up and put her on my bed, climbing
between her legs. Slowly I lowered myself onto her with the head of my clit
poised between her labia. Savoring the moment, I slowly drove my 'she-cock'
between her labia and watched as she threw her head back and gasped.

She wrapped her legs around my hips as I began to rhythmically thrust. "Hmm,"
she moaned, "don't stop." I had no intention of stopping until we both
climaxed. Heather climaxed for the first time and I continued to pump her for
another half hour when we climaxed together.

I rolled to the side as Heather's breathing returned to normal. She rolled on
her side to face me and I said, "Lap my pussy, baby." While she busied herself
lapping my meaty clit, I ran my fingers along her back.

"Do you suck John's cock?" I asked as she continued. She stopped momentarily,
"Yes, mistress," she said, and then returned to servicing me. "And does he
cum?" "Yes," she said her breath warm on my pussy. "Do you swallow?" She
stopped and looked at me, "Y-yes, John likes me to swallow." "Hmm," I said, "I
like you to swallow my cum too."

I pushed her out of the way and said, "I need to get going, Heather, come back
tomorrow." She looked dejected, but I got to my feet and slipped on a pair of
leggings. She looked at me and then left to collect her clothes. I heard the
front door open and close a few minutes later. 'We'll see if she shows up
tomorrow,' I thought as I pulled a tank top over my head.

My first stop was a gas station. I went into the mini-mart and paid for the
gas. Back at the car, I filled my tank and noticed a man in a truck at the
next island over from me. He was sitting there as gas filled his tank. I
didn't make eye contact but watched his reflection in the glass of my car.
Once my tank was full, I went back into the store to get my change.

Again, I didn't make eye contact with the truck driver, but got in my car and
left. In the next block, I glanced in my rearview mirror and saw the same
truck behind me. I made a right turn and then a left, but the truck stayed
behind me.

'Asshole,' I thought and pulled into the parking lot of an abandoned liquor
store. Plywood boarded up the windows and front door. The man in the truck
drove by but soon came back having lost sight of where I had gone.

"Hey," he said, pulling alongside my car, "I saw you at the gas station and
wanted to know if I could buy you a drink." I rolled my window "Really, a
drink? Is that all?" I asked, "Let's just go in and fuck." I hitched my thumb
towards the abandoned store. His eyes widened and he said, "Sure," and opened
his door. The way he was parked left me little room to open my door, but I
squeezed out and walked around my car.

The man was my height and probably thirty pounds heavier. He looked at the
plywood on the windows and the door and said, "It's boarded up." 'What a
genius,' I thought. I pried my fingers under the sheet of plywood across the
door and pulled it free of the screws. "It's not boarded up any more," I said
and stepped inside.

The place was a mess, dusty, with trash strewn about. The man stopped at the
door and peered in. "I don't know about this," he said looking around,
tentative about entering. I turned to him and pulled my tank top off over my
head. "What don't you know about, baby?" I asked. I knew he couldn't resist my
tits; my breasts are not just firm, but hard with equally hard nipples which
are about a half inch long and erect. "Come here, baby and suck my tits," I
said putting a hand under each mound. He came to where I was leaning against
the counter and when he was about four feet away, I kicked out with my foot
burying it in his crotch.

Timing my kick perfectly, the man doubled over in pain, struggling to draw air
into his lungs. I stepped to him and straddled his neck. Feeling his neck
between my legs made my clit hard. 'Easy, baby,' I thought to myself, 'mama is
going to satisfy you, just not in this dump.' I chuckled as I tensed my quads.

He slapped at my hamstrings and my butt, but his efforts were useless. I knew
he'd wear himself out the more he struggled. "That's it, baby," I said softly
as I applied more pressure, "pound on my muscles." He tried to tear at my
leggings, but the taught material was like a second skin and didn't tear.

I was lost in the moment fueled with desire to punish and destroy. I had never
felt so alive, so powerful and with a final squeeze, his arms went limp. I
willed my massive legs to tighten one more time and they were happy to oblige
as I heard, or perhaps felt, bones snapping. 'Ah,' I sighed and thought, 'that
was so easy, but so satisfying.'

I spread my legs and the man fell to the floor in a heap, his head making a
thud as it impacted the concrete floor. I ran a hand over the inside of my
thighs, "Good job, girls," I said aloud and then ran my hands up to my pubis.
"Now it's time to go home and take care of you, baby," I said addressing my
swollen clit. As if in response, I looked down at the bulge in the front of my
leggings and chuckled as I shook the dust from my tank top and pulled it on.

Exiting the liquor store, I looked around. Seeing no one, I replaced the
plywood that had covered the door and with my fist, drove the nails back into
the frame. 'At least that will hold until the police are called or some
homeless person stumbles on the body' I thought. I got back into my car and
drove out of the parking lot.

By the time I got home I was still 'amped' and undressed, laced up my cross
trainers and went to my gym. I picked up the sixty pound dumbbells and sat on
the incline bench and did dumbbell flies. I watched as my biceps swelled with
each repetition. After four sets of eight reps, I went to the preacher bench
and did bicep curls, resting my tits on the top of the bench. Next was bicep
cable pulls and I made a mental note that I'd need to order more weights for
the machine.

After two hours of intense arm workout, I padded to the pool, kicked off my
shoes and waded in. With twenty laps complete, I lay in the remaining
afternoon sun, drying my body. 'Should I feel remorse?' I asked myself as I
dozed off.

I woke about six thirty. Padded inside and turned on the news while I prepared
skinless chicken breast and steamed broccoli for supper. There was no news
about a body being found in an abandoned liquor store, but I didn't feel that
was unusual.

The next day, Heather came. "Good morning, mistress," she said as she entered.
"Good morning, Heather," I replied shutting the door, "did you tell John about
being my slave?" "N-no, mistress," she said. "That's alright, I don't think he
would approve, you can use one of the spare bedrooms to get undressed in.
There is toast, juice and coffee in the kitchen if you want," I told her, "you
can dust and then vacuum after you've eaten and I've screwed you." At this
last statement, she winced, but softly said, "Yes, mistress."

Heather stepped into my office a little later and said, "I'm ready, mistress."
I stood and said, "Suck me, and get my clit hard." She immediately knelt
before me and took my 'she-cock' between her soft lips. "Harder," I said,
"tongue my pussy." I placed a hand behind her head and held her fast to my
pussy as she devoured me. I climaxed, but didn't let go of the back of
Heather's head. She struggled, but slurped my cum as I voided myself.

"Good, baby, now let's go so I can satisfy you," I said. We went to my bedroom
and I opened my armoire. From the cabinet I selected a 'feeldoe', a double
headed dildo. Inserting the smaller end into my vagina, I held it fast and
poised the head of the seven inch end at her labia. With short, slow thrusts,
I penetrated her. "Do you like that, baby? It's bigger than John." This I knew
was true as my ex-husband's cock was a mere five inches. 'Five inches,' I
thought, 'that use to be enough to satisfy me, now even the seven inches of
this toy isn't near enough. I'll have to get a bigger dildo.'

As Heather climaxed, the doorbell rang. I stepped off the end of the bed and
said to Heather, "Get the door, baby." She quickly got to her feet and went to
the front door. I heard the door open and then Marlene's voice ask, "Who are
you?" I laughed as I entered the foyer, my dildo still in my pussy. Now it was
Marlene's turn to laugh. Heather looked from me to Marlene and back, her eyes
riveted to the dildo and her cum glistening on its shaft.

"Marlene, this is Heather, John's girlfriend," I said, "Heather, this is
Mistress Marlene." Marlene raised an eyebrow and said, "I like that," as she
began unbuttoning her sundress. She handed the dress to Heather who went to
the vestibules coat closet and put it on a hanger.

"Let's go out by the pool," I said, "Heather, please bring us some iced tea."
I removed the 'feeldoe' and sat it on the small table in the entryway.

Once seated on the patio, I asked, "So what brings you by?" "Joe is just being
a pain in the ass," Marlene said, "I think he's feeling insecure." "Insecure?"
"Yes, that I'm, well, getting fit and he's not," Marlene said. "That's his
problem, baby, not yours, you're doing what's good for you. Are the two of you
still having sex?" "Yes, although I'm more demanding," she said, "It seems
like once a week would be fine for him, but I need it daily." I knew what she
meant although I wanted sex three or four times a day.

"Listen, you can come here any time you need to. I'll take care of you, Mar,"
I said, "What are friends for?" She laughed and said, "Thanks, Al, I'll take
you up on that, maybe that way Joe will get the rest he thinks he needs."

We sat in silence when Heather brought the tea out. She placed them on the
small cocktail table between us and asked if there was anything else we
needed. I couldn't help but notice Marlene looking at Heather. "No, that will
be all. You can tend to the house now." She padded back into the house.

"Would you like to screw her, Mar?" I asked. She smiled and said, "She does
have a nice body, would it be alright?" I shrugged, "Of course, but before you
do, I have something to tell you. I killed a man yesterday." She said nothing
for a minute and then said, "What!"

I told her how he had followed me from the gas station and I had lured him
into the abandoned gas station and I had broken his neck with my legs. She
looked down at my thighs and said, "My God, Alex, you just broke his neck with
your quads?" "Uh-huh, I was surprised at how easy it was. I was pumped. It was
a rush," I told her. "Does anyone else know?" she asked. "Who else would I
tell? Heather? John? No, no one but you." "Are you going to kill anyone else?"
she asked. Now it was my turn to pause for a minute and I said, "I don't
really know, the feeling was intoxicating," I said, "I guess if the situation
presented itself, I might, but enough of that, let's get you laid."

We got up and went in. Heather was in one of the bedrooms with the vacuum
going. She didn't hear us enter. Marlene watched as Heather moved about the
room. Marlene looked at me and mouthed the words, "I want her to fuck me." I
nodded and tapped Heather on the shoulder. She jumped, startled.

"Heather, I want you to get the 'feeldoe' and satisfy Marlene," I told her.
She sat the vacuum down and looked at Marlene and then said softly, "Yes,
mistress." She left and returned a minute later with the dildo. She looked at
it and I said, "Just put the small end in your vagina and hold it in place as
you satisfy Mistress Marlene." Marlene lay on the bed and Heather did as
instructed. I watched and it took her a moment to tighten her vaginal muscles
enough to hold the dildo in place. 'She'll learn,' I thought.

"Hmm," Marlene moaned as Heather drove deeper and deeper obviously enjoying it
herself. She began to make small circular motions with her pelvis which
pleased Marlene. Minutes later both women were panting hard as they climaxed
in unison.

Marlene lay on the bed when Heather got up. "My turn," I said as I took
Heathers place. With no foreplay, I buried my four inch clit in Marlene's
wetness and began to thrust. Minutes later I was rewarded with my own orgasm.

It had been a great couple of days. I had seduced Heather and she was now my
slave, made passionate love to Marlene and perhaps most unexpected of all,
killed a man. Not just killed him, but crushed him with my muscular thighs. It
was exhilarating.

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Muscle Fan