Dominatrix Punishment
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 desire to punish someone had increased, my libido working overtime, but
who? Not one of my slaves. Maybe fate would intervene.

Nearing the end of my final set of dumbbell flies, I slowly lowered the
seventy pound dumbbells and then raised them. Heather came through the door
and watched silently. She knew better than to interrupt.

She watched as my trapezoids exploded as well as my biceps. I saw her draw her
tongue slowly across her lips wishing she could make love to my muscles.
'Patients my pet,' I thought, 'that will come later.'

I got up from the inclined bench and sat the weights back on the rack. "What
is it, baby," I asked. "A Walter Olsen called and would like you to return his
call, mistress." 'Walter,' I thought, 'I wonder if he's learned to control his
premature ejaculation. We'll see.' I took the cell from her and punched the
number in the recent call log. Walter picked up on the second ring.

"Hello, Walter, are you ready to have me pose for you again?" I asked and
chuckled. "Ah-ah, yes" he stammered, "I would like that." I laughed and said,
"Fine, bring three thousand in cash and book the same suite Saturday. I'll be
there at eight o'clock and you better last longer than fifteen minutes." I
hung up before he could respond.

I handed the cell back to Heather and said, "Wally has a quick trigger. We'll
see if he can last a little longer." She smiled at me. Over the past weeks,
Heather has been able to prolong her orgasms for nearly an hour. 'Practice
makes perfect,' I thought.

Saturday night came and I walked into the hotel directly to the elevators. I
took the lift to the top floor and knocked on the door. Walter, wearing a dove
gray suit opened the door and stepped aside.

"Have you been working on prolonging your orgasms, Wally?" I asked. "Yes,
mistress," he replied. "With Megan?" I asked. Megan is his wife. "Uh, yes," he
replied. "Good, and have you been masturbating?" "Y-yes." "How often"" I
asked. "Ah, sometimes twice a day," he said. "Good."

I shrugged out of my leather jacket. Walter smiled as he took in my bare
chest; firm breasts and hard nipples. "Unzip my skirt," I told him turning my
back to him. He came forward and did as he was told. I stepped from my skirt
and said, "Hang that over the chair." He bent and as he was picking up my
leather skirt, I turned, my pussy inches from his face. "Smell my pussy,
Wally," I told him, "You want to suck my clit, don't you?" "Y-yes, mistress,"
he said and I could feel his warm breath on my clit. I felt my 'she-cock'
becoming erect. I chuckled and stepped away from him leaving him kneeling and
walked behind him and then straddled his neck. This is how I killed the man in
the abandoned store and the memories came flooding back to me.

I didn't want to kill Walter, but the hair on the back of his neck felt nice
against my clit and labia. I slowly rubbed my pussy along the back of his neck
savoring the sensation. Stepping back in front of him I tilted his head up to
me. "Do you suck your wife's clit, baby? Does she like it when you tongue her
throbbing pussy?" "N-no, mistress, Megan doesn't like me to do that." I smiled
and said, "What a shame, you have a nice strong tongue."

Stepping away from him once more I said, "Get undressed, baby, let's see how
long you last this time." He stood and quickly undressed carefully folding his
trousers and shirt over the back of a chair. He stepped out of his boxer
shorts and I marveled once more at his pale body and diminutive five-inch
cock. 'What a shame,' I thought, 'but at least he can service my pussy in
other ways.'

I flexed my right bicep watching the muscle bulge. "Kiss my muscle, baby." He
kissed my arm and then ran his hand over it and up to my shoulder. "You can
feel my muscles," I told him relaxing my arm, "Feel how strong I am." He
slowly ran his soft hands over my body. "Don't climax, baby," I warned him,
"Not until I tell you to, do you understand?" "Yes, mistress." "Good boy."

I placed a foot on the sofa and told Walter, "Feel my thigh and calf, I could
crush you with my legs. Would you like that?" I watched as he grimaced but
said, "Yes, mistress." I laughed as he stroked my calf muscle and I began to
fondle my clit.

"Now, Wally, I want you to make love to my 'she-cock' with that pretty little
mouth of yours," I told him and ran a finger across his soft lips. He sunk to
his knees in front of me and eagerly lapped at my clit. "Curl your tongue and
stick it in my pussy." He did as he was instructed and I gently held him
against my pubis. "Hmm, that's it," I said, "deeper, baby, deeper." He ran his
tongue in and out while sucking on my swollen clit. "Hmm," I moaned, "that's
good." I climaxed with a shutter squirting a load of cum into his waiting
mouth.

"Very good, baby," I told him, "now I'll get you off, let's go into the
bedroom." I took him by his cock and led him to the bedroom, grabbing a
fleshlight as we went. "Lay on the bed, Walter," I said. I straddled his face
and placed the 'fleshlight' on the head of his penis. Slowly I lowered the
artificial vagina down his shaft and then back up. Now it was his turn to moan
as I lowered my pussy onto his face.

He sucked my erect clit once again as I increased the tempo of stroking him. I
could tell by his breathing that he was nearing an orgasm and I told him, "You
can cum, baby, you can cum." He exploded shooting his load clear of the
fleshlight. I had my second orgasm as well, drenching his face with my cum.

I rolled off of him and told him, "You did well, Walter, now get cleaned up
and go home to that wife of yours." Looking dejected, he did as I said and
went to the bathroom to rinse his face and genitals. He immerged a short time
later and went to the living room to dress.

I love the satin sheets at the hotel. Last time I was here with Walter I made
a point to climax and purge my cum all over the sheets before I left. I don't
know whether the management charged Walter for an additional cleaning fee or
not but I felt the urge to repeat myself. I picked up the fleshlight and began
to masturbate my clitoris. "Hmm," I moaned loudly as I savored the sensation.
I stroked myself with the artificial vagina increasing the tempo. After twenty
minutes I felt the surge of cum as I erupted once again drenching the sheets.
I shuddered as my orgasm subsided. I carefully stepped from the bed and headed
for the shower.

I toweled off, dressed and slipped the fleshlight and my packet of money into
my tote bag. Feeling satiated, I took the elevator to the lobby and stepped
into the parking lot. It was nearly midnight.

As I was getting into my car, I noticed a flyer stapled to a utility pole in
front of my car at the edge of the parking lot. The word 'fight' caught my eye
and I stepped closer. A promoter was advertising men on men, women on women
and mixed fighting. The winner of each of the three divisions would win a
thousand dollars. 'Hmm', I thought, 'sounds like an easy thousand bucks.' I
tore the flyer down and took it with me.

The following day, Heather was not coming. I called Marlene and asked if her
and her husband, John, could come by. I hadn't seen John since I started
taking the supplements, Fem-Ex.

Marlene walked in with Joe following close behind. "Hello," she called as she
closed the door. "Hi," I said stepping into the foyer. John's mouth opened as
he stared at my naked body. Marlene chuckled and said, "I told you that she
had added some muscle." "Y-yeah," he said, "but I had no idea she looked like
this." "You like?" I asked slowly doing a turn. I flexed my biceps and my
twenty inch arms exploded.

"And you thought I had taken it too far," Marlene said. She was wearing a
sleeveless sun dress and struck a similar pose. I would say her arms were
fifteen or sixteen inches; very respectable and more than the average woman.

Joe's eyes slowly took in the rest of my body, lingering on my clit before
looking at my claves. "My calves are twenty inches like my biceps and if
you're wondering, John, my clit is four inches when hard." Joe blushed and
Marlene said, "Don't be embarrassed, Alex always talks like this," and
laughed. "I just didn't expect you to be naked," he said, "It's a lot to take
in," and we all laughed.

"Look, the reason I asked you here was because of this," and I picked up the
flyer from the side table. The both read it. "I want you two to be my ring
managers; be in my corner between rounds." "Sure, baby," Marlene said without
hesitation. "You could get hurt," Joe said. "Perhaps," I said, "but it's worth
a try for a thousand dollars." John looked at me again and said, "OK, count me
in, are you going to fight naked?" I laughed, "No, I'll wear a bikini. Would
you help pick one out for me Marlene?"

The evening of the fight, I weighed in and was told that because of my height
and weight, I would be fighting a man. "Would that be alright," Tom, the
promoter asked. I smiled and chuckled, "Not a problem." "Good, we don't have
match ups yet, they'll be by random draw, so I'll let you know when the fight
ticket has been set. It looks like there's going to be three female on female
fights first and then yours will be fourth before the men take the ring."
"That's fine," I told him.

I watched as the gallery filled up. Mostly single men, but some women and some
couples. Tom announced the first match up, two women whose combined weight
probably wasn't what mine was. The spared for the first round but in the
second, the shorter of the two managed to land a right to the jaw of the
taller one sending her to the mat. 'Good job,' I thought.

I entered the locker room to get ready. Joe and Marlene were seated in the
front row and would act as my corner help. I quickly changed putting on the
bikini I had brought when a petit Hispanic woman entered.

"Are you Alex?" she asked. "Yes," I said. It was clear she had been crying and
she had some purple beneath her eye even though she had tried to conceal it
with makeup. "I' Maria, you're going to fight my husband, Ray. I just wanted
you to know that he's mean." "Did he give you that black eye?" She didn't
answer right away but reached up to touch her swollen cheek. "Please, take
care of yourself," she finally said. "I will, but let me ask you, do you want
me to hurt him?" Again she paused and then nodded. "I use to love him, but he
drinks and then gets mean. I'm afraid when he comes home from work." Now it
was my time to nod. Maria turned and nearly ran out of the locker room.

The ring announcer called my fight. Ray was already in the ring as I made my
way down the aisle. I wore a black satin robe which covered me to my ankles. I
stepped under the top rope and walked to the center of the ring. "You both
know the rules," the referee said, "No gouging of the eyes, hair pulling or
stripping your opponent." This later rule was often ignored as at least one
woman in the previous two bouts left the ring without a top.

As we shook hands, Ray said in a whisper, "I'm going to enjoy beating you,
bitch." I quickly replied, "We'll see about that," and laughed.

Once in my corner, Marlene took my robe and the crowd gasped. My yellow thong
did little to hide my pussy or my boobs. What it didn't conceal in the least
was my muscles. With my back still to Ray's corner, I raised my arms and
flexed my biceps. There were several whistles from the appreciative fans as
well as some cat calls. I turned to face my opponent as the bell rang.

We approached each other and met at mid ring. We had our hands up and Ray, as
I found out, was deceptively quick. He pushed my left arm aside and caught me
with a right hook to my face. 'Quick,' I thought as I ran my tongue over my
lip and tasted blood.

I blocked his next punch, a jab to my jaw, but his left connected with my
ribs. It hurt, but I wasn't going to let him know it hurt. I gave a left jab
and caught him on the arm. He staggered to one side. 'Good,' I thought, 'at
least I know I can land a punch.'

We sparred back and forth for a few more minutes when I saw my chance and
threw a hook to his ribs. It landed with a satisfying thud. 'Maybe I broke a
rib or two,' I thought. The crowd cheered as he fell against the ropes, but
came back at me.

Ray landed a left jab against my chest and I hammered his forearm before he
could reset himself. "Argh," he said flexing his arm. The bell rang and we
went to our respective corners. Joe put a stool in my corner and stepped in
front of me while Marlene rinsed my mouth with a squeeze bottle of water.

"You're doing great," Joe said, "keep moving and stay on the balls of your
feet." "You look great, baby," Marlene said. I looked down and saw I had a few
drops of blood from my split lip on my bikini bottom. The bell rang and I
stood ready for round two.

This time I quickly moved to the center of the ring and faked a left jab and
then as Ray turned to avoid it, connected with a right to his jaw. He
staggered and had it not been for the corner post, would have gone down. I
moved in quickly and delivered a left and a right to his midsection. He sank
to his knees as the crowd went wild.

While he was on his knees I gave him a round house right to his head and he
fell face first on the mat. He was down for a two count when he got to his
knees. 'Tough bastard,' I thought, 'you should have stayed down.'

I stood behind him and reached around his midsection and lifted him off the
mat. In a quick motion, I tossed him on his back and then straddled his chest
pinning him. I put my knees on his biceps while the referee counted to ten. He
tried to buck me off but was weak and winded by this time. I bent down and
whispered in his ear, "Who beat who, wimp," and I chuckled.

When I got up, Ray's corner people slipped into the ring and got their fighter
to his feet as the referee raised my arm in victory. My lip was still bleeding
and I knew the blows I took to the ribs would be black and blue, but
thankfully none of my ribs felt broken.

Joe and Marlene held the top rope for me as I stepped out of the ring. Marlene
accompanied me to the locker room where Maria, Ray's wife was waiting. "You
beat him bad," she said. I nodded. "Now he's going to take it out on me." "I'm
sorry, Maria, but I had to win, no man should beat a woman." She nodded and
said, "I'm going to stay with my sister tonight. Thank you for teaching that
bastard a lesson." Maria left and I looked at Marlene and said, "I don't know
why she doesn't leave that guy."

I didn't bother to shower, but I put changed into a pair of shorts and a tank
top. I gathered everything I brought and put it in my gym bag. "Let's go out
the back door," Marlene said, "Joe brought the car around back." We walked
down the hall way past the men's locker room and out the back door.

Joe got out of the car and opened the back hatch. "Ugh," he said as he was
thrown to the ground, striking his head on the hatch led as he fell. "Joe!"
Marlene yelled. Stepping from behind the car, Ray appeared. "You bitch," he
told me, "that was a low blow," and he came at me. His left arm which I had
fractured seemed difficult for him to hold up as he tried to hit me.

"You just don't know when to quit, do you?" I said. Before he could hit me I
grabbed his left arm and twisted it behind him, snapping the bone. "Ahh," he
yelled in pain. Marlene rushed to her husband.

"Bitch!" Ray yelled as he swung a right at my head. I easily stepped out of
the way and as I did, I hit him in the ribs again as I had in the ring. This
time, I was greeted with the sound of bones breaking. The ribs must have
punctured a lung because he almost immediately began gasping for air. Ray went
down on one knee, head bowed.

Marlene looked up at me cradling Joe's head in her lap. "What are you going to
do, Alex?" I looked around at the small parking lot and not seeing any
surveillance cameras said, "I'm going to end this. He needs to be put down."
"What do you mean, 'put down'?" she asked.

"Remember what I told you about the guy in the abandoned liquor store?" I
asked her. She nodded. "Well, I'm going to finish him off like I did that
pervert at the store," I told her. With that I took a handful of Ray's hair in
my fist and swung my leg over his neck and crossed my ankles.

Marlene watched as I slowly squeezed the man's neck between my powerful
thighs. He slapped at my legs and butt with his one good arm, but it was to no
avail. It was as if his neck were in a vise. Within a minute, Ray went limp
and I squeezed once more.

"Easy, baby," I said addressing Marlene. She looked from Ray to me and nodded
and then stroked Joe's cheek. Turning once again, she asked, "Is he dead?" I
relaxed my legs and stepped over his lifeless body. "Yeah, baby, he's dead," I
said, "Let's get out of here."

"You can't just leave him like that," Marlene said. I saw the dumpster against
the back of the club. I picked him up as I would a sack of potatoes and tossed
him in with the rest of the trash. Perhaps it would be a day or two before he
was discovered.

We drove Joe to the emergency room where it was discovered he had a
concussion. Later that night, he was resting on my couch. Marlene and I sat
across from him enjoying a glass of wine, toasting my victory. "Sorry, Joe," I
said, "the doctor didn't recommend any alcohol for you." He nodded and said,
"That's all right, I'm enjoying watching the two of you naked thinking of what
I'd like to do when I'm better." I laughed but Marlene said, "You just keep
watching, baby. Watch while I suck Alex' clit and dream," and then Marlene
laughed as she knelt before me and began to pleasure me.

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