Dominatrix Divorcee
By Muscle Fan
This is the story of a recently divorced woman who finds a new life with the help of intense workouts, domination and a little help from some herbs and tea.  Some of the dialogue may be graphic.


I had backed off on taking the Fem-Ex and drinking the tea daily. I was at a
point where it was difficult to go to the market or shopping without drawing
attention to myself. I must say that part of me relished the attention but
sometimes I wished I could just go unnoticed.

My arms were twenty inches when I flexed and my shoulders broad. My legs were
a stunning twenty-six inches with twenty inch calves. My muscular chest and
large, firm breasts were also an 'attention getter'. Besides my muscle growth,
my libido seemed to have been kicked into high gear. While I was always
confident, now I was more aggressive. When John and I were married, we had sex
two or three times a week, now I needed it daily, and while he was no longer
in the picture, I had taken to using dildo's, vibrators and simply manual
masturbation. I had a dresser drawer with a myriad of dildo's and vibrators as
well as nipple clamps and even a clitoral pump. Most of these 'toys' I
purchased online.

When I went out in public, some men and women acted as if they didn't notice
me, but I knew they did. I noticed the sidelong glances. Then there were the
individuals who stared at me almost with their tongues hanging out. These were
the people that I smiled at and occasionally gave an 'air kiss' to. In return
I occasionally got a wink or a smile.

I was in the market when a man stepped next to me. "Ah-excuse me, are you a
bodybuilder?" he asked. "No," I said, and moved away pushing my cart. "You
should be," he said from behind me, "You'd win the competition." I stopped as
he drew near.

"You think so?" I asked, "You know those women are just for show, you know."
He looked at me in the eyes and I said, "What female bodybuilder do you know
that could do this?" I took the metal basket of his shopping cart and crushed
it, bringing the two sides together. His eyes widened and his mouth opened in
dismay. Fortunately we were alone in the aisle and see stammered, "Oh, my, you
... " "What," I asked, "crushed your cart?" I smiled and said, "Guess I don't
know my own strength," and chuckled as I headed for the checkout line.

I was loading my purchases into the back of my car when the man from the
market coughed, and said, "Ah, please, excuse me, but do you make
appointments?" I turned to him and not quite understanding, asked, "What, what
did you say?" Clearly flustered, he said, "Ah, I asked if you took
appointments. I really would like to book some time." "I have no idea what
you're talking about," I said, having loaded the last of my groceries. I put
my index finger against his chest and thought I could feel his heart racing.
"If you don't get out of my way, I'm going to have to get rough with you." I
pushed and he nearly fell on the seat of his pants.

"Please, I meant no harm, it's just that you're the most fantastic woman I've
ever seen," he said, and then added, "in real life or in magazines." I smiled
and thought to myself, 'he just likes your muscles, Alex.' "Give me your
number and let me think about it," I told him. He pulled his wallet from his
rear pocket and produced a business card. I put it in the waistband of my
leggings without looking at it. "Th-thank you," he said as I pushed by him and
drove from the parking lot.

I got a call on the way home from Marlene. I hadn't seen Marlene in three or
four weeks. "Al, I want to see you, can I come by?" She sounded eager so I
told her I'd be home in about fifteen minutes. I had just gotten the last of
my bags into the kitchen and was putting the vegetables in the refrigerator
when I heard the front door. Marlene always let herself in.

"So," I said, still crouched in front of the refrigerator, "you sounded
excited on the phone," and stood up turning to face Marlene. "Oh, my," I said,
putting a hand to my mouth. Marlene stood in the middle of my kitchen, not
just toned, but muscular. "What do you think," she asked turning on her high
heels. She wore a pair of spandex shorts and a top tied across her midriff,
her abs a stunning six-pack.

I walked to her and looked at my longtime friend. "You've started taking the
Fem-Ex," I said, "What does Joe think?" She giggled, "He loves it," she said,
"but I'm afraid I'm wearing him out. I just can't seem to get enough sex." Now
it was my turn to giggle. "I know," I said, stepping behind Marlene and
running a hand over her bare midriff, "Our libido's have been kicked into high
gear." I ran my hand down across her shorts and fondled her pubis through the
fabric. She closed her eyes and rested her head against my breast. "Let me
fuck you," I whispered in her ear.

We parted and undressed quickly leaving out clothes on the kitchen floor. I
took her by the hand and led her to my bedroom. Within minutes, my stiff 'she
cock' was entering her vagina. I slowly pumped my hips as she moaned lightly.
"Hmm, please don't stop," she sighed. I had no intention of stopping. It
seemed that with each thrust my clit grew. Finally we climaxed together,
perhaps one of the best orgasms I had ever had, certainly better than any I
had had with my ex, John. We lay locked in each other's arms until our
breathing returned to normal.

"That was fantastic," she said, "I needed that." "I love you," I replied,
kissing her on the lips and sliding my tongue past her parted lips. When we
broke the kiss, she said, "I love you too, Alex, you're certainly a better
lover than Joe." I laughed.

We padded back to the kitchen where Marlene put her shorts on. As she was
buttoning her shirt she noticed the business card that had fallen out of the
waistband of my leggings. "Who's this," she asked. "Just some guy that wants
me to do an appointment with him." "What sort of appointment," she asked. "I
think he has a thing for women with muscles," and I told her about crushing
his shopping cart. She laughed and said, "How much is he going to pay you?" "I
don't know," I said, "I hadn't even considered it or taken his offer
seriously, what do you think?" "Ask for a thousand, you're worth it," she said
putting the card on the counter, "but make him come back for more, this card
says he's a CEO of some company."

After Marlene left, I looked at the business card. 'Walter Olsen,' it read,
'CEO and COO'. I'd have to give this some thought. I picked up my clothes,
went to my bedroom once more and put on my cross trainers and then went to my
gym to lift. I always thought better when I was lifting weights. Today was
biceps and triceps. I wanted to get my 'girls' to twenty-one inches.

On the preacher bench, I was doing one arm bicep curls with eighty pound
weights. I loved watching my muscles tense and contract. I wonder what this
Walter Olsen has in mind, I thought as I finished my set with my right arm and
shifted the weight to my left hand. What does he expect? I'll give him a call
when I'm done.

An hour later I rang the number on the card. A secretary answered and I asked
for Walter. "May I ask what this is in regards to," she asked. "It's
personal," I replied. There was a hesitation and then she said, "Just a
moment, I'll connect you." Olsen picked up after three rings. "Walter Olsen,"
he said. "This is Alex from the market, we met this morning." "Ah, ah, yes, I
remember." "You're at work, right?" I asked. "Y-yes, that's right," he said. I
laughed lightly. "Do you remember what I did to your shopping cart, Walter," I
asked. "Uh-huh, I re-remember." "Would you like to feel the muscles that did
that?" "Ah-yes," he said in a whisper.

"Good," I said, "Book a suite at the downtown Marriott this Saturday and bring
two thousand dollars in cash. Be there at eight o'clock and tie a tie to the
door handle of the room, understand?" "Yes, yes," he said, "th-thank you."

"Oh, and Walter, one other thing," I said, "I want you to think about me. Can
you do that?" "Yes," he whispered. I chuckled. "Think about my twenty-eight
inch quads flexing for you. Can you picture that?" "Uh-huh." I chuckled once
more. "Are you getting hard, Walter?" "Uh-huh." "Good, I'm flexing my quads
now and my veins are like cords beneath my bronze skin. You can picture that
can't you?" "Yes," he said softly. "Now I want you to rub that little cock of
yours until you cum." "But, but, I'm at work," he whispered. "Do it or I won't
show up Saturday." I could hear his breathing as he stroked himself and then a
faint gasp.

"Did you cum in your pants, Walter?" I asked. There was a pause and then a
faint, "Yes, Alex." I chuckled and said, "Good boy, I'll see you Saturday,
Walter," and I hung up. Men are so easy to control, I thought.

Saturday evening arrived. I was a bit apprehensive as I got ready, simply
because I didn't know what this man was like, what he expected or whether this
was some sort of trap by the police. I dressed in a short leather skirt and a
matching leather jacket. I wore no bra or blouse but I did put on an orange
bikini bottom that accentuated my deep tan. It felt a little odd to have on a
bikini or panties as I had not worn any for months.

I carried a small tote bag into the Marriott, bypassing the desk and took the
elevator to the top floor where the suites are. Midway down the hall, I
spotted a tie hanging from a door knob. I took the tie and knocked on the
door. Walter opened it and I strode in brushing him aside. "Lock the door," I
said over my shoulder, "you're not recording or filming this are you?" "No,"
he said, locking the door as I asked. I put my tote on a credenza and turned
to face him. "Did you bring the money?" He nodded and withdrew a thick
envelope from his back pocket and extended it to me. "Put it on the credenza
next to my bag," I said, "and get undressed." He stared wide eyed at me.
"Don't make me repeat myself, get undressed."

I waited and watched as he got undressed, taking his time, folding his
clothes. "Is there a Mrs. Olsen at home?" I asked. He looked up, stepping out
of his trousers. "Yes, Megan," he said. "And where does Megan think you are
tonight?" "At a work conference," he said after a pause. He now stood wearing
only a pair of boxer shorts.

I removed my leather jacket and hung it on the back of a chair. He gasped as
he took in my striated chest, firm breasts and elongated nipples. My areola
and nipples were the shade of coffee from exposure to the sun and the nipples
were about a half inch in length.

"You like my breasts?" I asked. He nodded as I approached him. Standing inches
from him, my nipple was directly in front of his mouth. "Suck them," I
commanded. He took my right nipple between his soft lips and drew it into his
mouth. He put his hands on my back and sucked like a greedy baby. I let him
enjoy himself for several minutes before pulling away and offering the other
breast.

Looking down I could see he was erect and he began to touch his penis. I
slapped his hand away and then picked up the tie that had been on the door
knob and tied his wrists behind his back. "For the next couple of hours," I
said, "that cock and you belong to me." I grasped his shaft with one hand and
my tote bag with the other and led him into the bedroom.

"Sit on the bed," I said releasing him. He sat on the foot of the bed watching
me. I sat my bag on the dresser and then unzipped my skirt. He licked his lips
as I turned and faced him. "What do you think," I asked as I struck a double
bicep pose, my 'guns' exploding to twenty inches. I then flexed each
individually and finally brought my arms in front of my chest swelling my
trapezius muscles.

"Does Megan have muscles, Wally?" I asked as I continued to flex. He shook his
head and I laughed. "Even if she did, they wouldn't compare to mine, now would
they?" Again he only shook his head. I turned my back to him and placing my
hands on my waist spread my lats. I'm broad and I knew my back muscles were
deeply cut.

Turning to face him once more, I pulled the sides of my bikini up above my
hips. "I don't have any tan lines, Wally, you know why?" He licked his lips
and whispered 'No." "Because I don't wear a suit when I'm by the pool," I
said, "in fact I rarely wear anything when I'm home, can you picture that?" He
nodded. I tightened my abs once more and looked down at my crotch. I could see
the bulge of my clit beneath the orange fabric. I pulled the sides up once
again thrusting my hips forward. "See my clit, baby, my bikini can barely
cover it," I said.

Letting go of my bikini, I stepped in front of him. "Would you like to see my
'she-cock', Walter?" "Y-yes," he said softly staring at my crotch inches from
his face. I chuckled and said, "Maybe some other time. Right now I'm going to
untie your hands and let you oil my muscles, would you like that?" "Yes," he
said. "Be a good boy and stand up and I'll untie your hands." He stood and
turned around.

I handed him a small plastic bottle I had in my tote and said, "Sit on the bed
and put some oil on my legs." I placed my foot between his legs and he began
to rub oil into my calf muscle. "Harder, baby," I said, "I want to feel you."
He rubbed harder and I took his erect penis between my big toe and long toe
and began to stroke his cock. He stopped and closed his eyes.

"Keep rubbing, bitch," I snarled, "Keep rubbing or I'll crush your cock with
my toes," and I tightened my grip. He moaned and applied oil to my quadriceps.
I loosened my grip and stroked him. He hadn't finished with the back of my leg
when he climaxed, sending an arc of cum onto his leg and my foot.

I released my grip and said, "Lick that crap off of my foot." He looked up at
me and I said, "Do it or I'll crush your balls, bitch." He quickly lapped his
cum from my foot.

Spent, I said to him, "Get dressed, Walter and get out. I need to have a real
man, a man who can hold off on climaxing until he pleases his woman. I can
prolong my orgasm for an hour or more, I would have hope you could too. Go
home and screw little Megan and when you do, think of me and what you've
missed out on. See if you can hold off on coming for an hour, can you do
that?" He averted his eyes and I said, "Well, can you?" "Ye-yes, Alex," he
said still not looking at me. I chuckled and said, "I doubt it, now get
dressed and get out."

He dressed quickly and left. I locked the door and stripped off my bikini. 'No
sense in letting the room go to waste,' I thought as I headed for the shower.
I lathered my body with herbal soap and washed my hair, blow drying it with
the hotels blow dryer. I ran the dryer across my bare pubis relishing the hot
air on my clit. I spread my labia and savored the air on my vagina and clit.

I pulled the comforter down and taking my vibrator from my tote bag, lay back
on the satin sheets. For the next hour I masturbated bringing myself to a huge
climax drenching the sheets and spread. 'Looks like housekeeping will have to
do a little extra work,' I thought. I wiped the vestiges of my cum on the
pillow case and got dressed, omitting the bikini.

With my envelope in my tote, I left the suite.

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Thank you,

Muscle Fan