Dominatrix Submissive
By Muscle Fan
My name is Alex and I’ve transformed myself into a muscular dominatrix.  This is my story.


To recap, for those who have not followed my story thus far, I've killed two
men by crushing their necks. One was a pervert who tried to pick me up and the
other was a wife beater who simply had it coming. I beat Ray, my second victim
in a fight, but he came after me after the bout. 'Too bad, Ray,' I think.

My best friend, Marlene, has embarked on developing her own muscle femdom,
although this consists only of her husband, Joe. I consider Marlene as one of
my submissive's as she loves to satisfy my desire. My ex-husband is not a fan
of muscle women which is his loss, however, Heather his love interest is and
is also one of my submissive. Heather comes daily to clean my house as well as
doing whatever sexual favor I require.

I like to use the word submissive rather than slave. Slave sounds too
nineteenth century and has a stigma attached to it. Besides, a submissive is
one who wants to be dominated. It's a choice.

My days consist of a lot of weight training and physical conditioning. It
requires a lot to maintain my twenty inch 'guns', twenty-eight inch quads and
washboard abdominals. I swim for my cardio, usually twenty-five laps and relax
in the sun, all while naked. I see no need to wear clothes especially when
it's just Heather and I at the house. Heather appreciates it as it cuts down
on the loads of wash she has to run.

Heather has become proficient at pleasuring me with her tongue and my numerous
vibrators, dildos, feeldoes and other sex toys that I've amassed. Naturally, I
bring Heather to her own orgasms as a reward for tending to my sexual
appetite.

The other day, while she was preparing my lunch, she said, "I have a cousin,
Tim, who is visiting. He and John get along well, but I can tell that John is
getting a little tired of him being there every night." I laughed and said,
"That's John for you. What is Tim like?" She blushed and said, "When we were
growing up, I had a crush on Tim, in fact, he's the first boy I ever slept
with."

I nearly choked on my chicken and said, "Did you tell John that?" "No, no
way." "Perhaps he suspects that Tim is an ex-boyfriend and that's why he wants
him out of the house." "Maybe, but Tim and I don't talk about those times,"
she said, "Would you like to meet him?" "Have you told him about me?" "No, not
really, he knows that you're John's ex, but that's all." "I don't know, baby,"
I said, "we don't lead a conventional lifestyle, how would he react?" "He'd be
fine, I'd tell him about us before I'd bring him over," she said. Reluctantly
I agreed. She said she'd bring Tim by on Thursday. 'This will be interesting,'
I thought.

Wednesday I was preparing some skinless chicken and a salad for my lunch when
the doorbell rang. Heather was out running errands, so I grabbed my silk
kimono that I keep by the front door and slipped it on before answering the
bell. Don't want to shock any of the neighbors by going to the door naked.

"MS Armstrong, Alex Armstrong?" the African-American male said. He was about
six-feet tall with broad shoulders. "Yes." "Detectives Watkins and Martin," he
said showing me a badge fastened to his belt, "May we come in?" "Sure," I
said, stepping aside, "What's this all about?"

"We have a couple of questions about a fight you had with Ray Torres the other
night, may we sit somewhere?" I led the two detectives into the kitchen.
"Would you like some tea, water or coffee?" I asked. They both declined.
"Please, have a seat." They sat at the glass kitchen table and I took a seat
across from them.

"The fight was a bout for sport, not a grudge," I said wanting to make it
clear that it wasn't an argument. "We understand that," Watkins, the
African-American said, "But what we want to know is whether you saw Mr. Torres
after the match?" "No, no I didn't," I lied. "No contact outside the arena?"
"No."

Detective Martin who had taken her notebook out jotted down my response, but
didn't ask any questions. "I understand you won the bout," Watkins said. I
smiled and said, "Yes, I kicked his ass in the second round," and chuckled.
"It's unusual for a man to fight a woman," he said. "Well, it would hardly
have been a match if I had fought a woman, now wouldn't it?" I asked. He
looked at me silently and then turned to Martin and asked, "Do you have any
questions?" "No," she said and smiled at me. "Well," he said getting up from
the table, "I guess that's it, then."

"Detective Watkins," I said, "What's this all about? " "Mr. Torres was found
in the dumpster behind the club, we're just trying to determine how he got
there and who killed him." "Oh, how terrible," I said holding the door open
for the pair of detectives.

I shut the door, but a minute later there was a knock. "Yes," I said.
Detective Martin stood there. "I forgot my notebook," she said. I nodded and
she headed to the kitchen. I loosened the sash holding my robe closed as I
followed her. Her notebook was where she had sat. She looked at me and gasped
as my kimono fell open. "This is why I was fighting Ray Torres," I said and
tightened my abdominals giving the detective a private showing of my
eight-pack abs as well as my pussy and clit.

She licked her lips but didn't say a word. I closed my robe and retied the
sash. "If you have any questions or just want to talk, give me a call,
detective, it would be nice to get together." I smiled and she managed to say
softly, "Yes," as she slowly walked to the door. I closed the door behind her
and laughed.

Thursday, Heather arrived with her cousin Tim. She used her key to get in and
brought him to the garage which was now my private gym. Both she and Tim
waited until I was done on the seated leg press machine where I was doing reps
with over a thousand pounds on the carriage. I set the locks and stood up; a
trickle of sweat ran down my chest and dripped from my crotch.

Tim was nice looking, handsome in fact. He stood about six-feet tall and had
an athletic build. "Mistress Alex, this is my cousin, Tim. Tim, this is
Mistress Alex," Heather said by way of an introduction. "Hello, Tim," I said
holding out my hand, "Heather has told me about you." His grip was firm. "I'm
not sure what Heather has told you about me or our relationship, but we don't
wear clothes, I believe you should be proud of your body, I know I'm proud of
mine, and besides, it makes it just that much more convenient when Heather and
I have sex." His eyes widened and I laughed. "I didn't mean to shock you, but
the more you know about your cousin and I, the better off we'll be."

He looked at Heather who nodded and began to undress. "I think you've seen
your cousin without clothes, Tim, and she's seen you naked, so why don't you
get undressed as well," I said. He hesitated watching Heather remove her sun
dress and step out of her sandals. "She really is beautiful, isn't she?" I
asked stepping to her and kissing her full on the lips, cupping one of her
breasts with my hand.

When I broke the kiss, I looked at Tim and asked, "Does any of this shock you,
baby?" He gave a faint smile and said, "Well, maybe, just a little." I laughed
aloud and Heather laughed lightly. "You'll get used to it," I told him. He
just nodded and unbuttoned his shirt and then his pants. He had a nice chest
but what surprised me the most was his cock. When he removed his boxer shorts
his flaccid cock had to be seven or eight inches.

"Well," I said, looking at Heather, "You didn't tell me that Tim was well
hung." She smiled and said, "When we were teenagers, our families shared a
beach house each summer. That's where Tim and I had sex for the first time,
but then each summer, he seemed to have gotten bigger." "Hmm," I said and went
to take his cock in my palm but he pulled away. I looked at him and said
sternly, "Give it to me!" He looked to Heather who nodded and he stepped
closer. I held his cock in my open palm and with my other hand gently massaged
his organ. His shaft was becoming erect and soon it was a foot in length. I
looked him in the eye and said, "I think you and I are going to be good
friends, very good friends. Grab a towel and dry me off, baby."

"I'll let you two get acquainted while I go do my housework," Heather said.
She touched Tim on the shoulder before leaving and said to him, "Do what
Mistress Alex asks, you won't be disappointed."

He took a towel from the stack on a shelf by the door as I turned my back to
him and he commenced to rub the soft terry cloth material over my broad
shoulders and back. He knelt on floor and drew the towel over my butt and down
each leg. I tensed my calf muscles and asked, "Have you ever been with a woman
who is as muscular as me?" "No," he said, "never."

I laughed and turned to face him. Still on the floor my clit was inches from
his face. "Go on, baby, suck me. I want to feel your soft lips around my
cock." I stole a quick glance at his cock which was now fully erect and
imagined being impaled by his foot long manhood; my clit was erect at the
prospect.

Tim eagerly sucked on my clit, labia and tongued my vagina until I climaxed.
To his credit he lapped and sucked all of my juices. Once satiated, I put a
finger under his chin and brought him up. I kissed him full on the lips
exploring his mouth with my tongue, tasting my juices that remained. When I
broke the kiss, I said, "You did well, Tim. Do you think you're man enough to
pleasure me in bed?" He nodded and I laughed and said, "We'll see, but right
now I want you to go help your cousin." He nodded, and was about to speak but
I put a finger to his lips and said, "Shh, you will do what I tell you. I can
tell," and took his shaft in my palm, "that you want this, that you desire
me," I laughed, and squeezed his cock watching him grimace, "but you must
prove yourself worthy, do you understand?" "Y-yes," he mumbled. I increased my
grip on his penis, "Yes, who?" I hissed. "Yes, mistress," he said softly. I
smiled and released my hold on him. "Very good, now go help your cousin."

I was lying in the sun by the pool when Tim came out carrying my phone. "A
call for you, mistress," he said holding out the phone, "it's a Tom." I took
the phone, "Yes, Tom, what is it?" Tom was the promoter of the fight. "Alex,"
he said, "I have another fight coming up, would you be interested?" I laughed
and asked, "How much?" "You don't beat around the bush, do you? I'll give you
three thousand dollars if you beat the guy, one thousand if you lose." I
laughed, "Do I need to pull my punches?" "No," he said, "this guy is a brut;
he said there's no way a girl is going to beat him in the ring." "Sure," I
said, "I'll take the match." He went over the specifics and I clicked off
handing the phone back to Tim.

"You fight?" he asked. "Yes, does that surprise you?" "N-no, not really, but
why?" I looked up at him said simply, "Because I like it. I love to beat up a
man, punish him, have him beg for mercy," and I chuckled, "but I won't show
him any mercy." Tim nodded and padded back to the house.

I was looking forward to the fight. Marlene and Joe would act as my ring
attendants. Heather and Tim were in the audience. My fight was announced and I
entered the ring wearing a black silk robe. My opponent, a man named George
was already in the ring. George was well over six foot and perhaps two hundred
fifty pounds. He wasn't particularly muscular so I thought he may tire easily.

I met George at the middle of the ring as the referee went over the rules.
Basically it was the same as before, anything goes, with the exception of hair
pulling and eye gouging. We went back to our corners and I slipped out of my
robe. I was wearing a black spandex bikini and when I shed the robe, the crowd
whistled and yelled. I smiled as Joe slipped the rubber mouthpiece between my
teeth.

George came out fast, hitting me in the chest and abs with a volley of short
jabs. I backed away and he followed. As I neared the corner post I stepped
around and he had his back to the corner as I moved in, hitting him with first
a right and then a left to his upper body. These did no real damage, but I
wanted him to know that I could punch too.

He made a mistake and dropped his left arm exposing his shoulder. I hit him
with a right just above his pectoral and I could see him grimace. I smiled to
myself but didn't allow myself to get overly confident. He sent a right into
my lat that stung a bit but I countered with a left to his face that barely
missed.

George kicked at my quad with his right leg, but my massive legs kept me
upright. As he was regaining his balance, I stepped in and kneed him in the
groin. He turned to avoid another knee, this one missing the groin and hitting
his pelvis. He grunted and I backed him against the corner post and reaching
around him, pressed him against the padded post. I could feel the breath
escape him. The referee separated us and he gasped as I stepped back. I
chuckled to myself.

At the beginning of round two, George caught me with a left on my jaw. It
stung but did no real damage. He continued to jab at my chest and abs, but
they too did no real damage. He foolishly tried to kick my torso, but I caught
him off balance and I left his leg up, sending him to the mat. I straddled his
midsection and sent a flurry of blows to his ribs, breaking several in the
process.

I stood up and glanced at Marlene and Joe who smiled and mouthed, 'Go on'. I
stole a quick glance at the crowd and they were cheering then I caught sight
of Heather and Tim in the third row and Heather shouted, "Finish him!" Within
seconds the crowd joined her, "Finish him, finish him."

George had lifted himself off the canvas and I reached down and put one hand
under his crotch and another under his neck and lifted him off of the mat as
if lifting a baby. I brought him up to my chest and then shifting my hold on
the man, pressed him over my head as he continued to gasp and flail his arms.
He was spent and we both knew it.

I stepped back and as I did, I pushed the man up and away from me. Gravity is
a mother, especially when a two hundred fifty pound man is being dropped from
a height of about nine feet. He landed with a thud on his back, but and head.
He screamed and tried to roll to his side but I grabbed his right arm and
lifted it while planting my foot in his armpit. I pulled until I felt a pop,
dislocating his shoulder. Again he screamed. I was going to inflict more
damage but the referee saw that the man stood no chance and separated us for
the final time.

George's ring people rushed in and sat him up, giving him water and wiping the
sweat from him while the referee held my arm up in victory. The crowd was on
their feet cheering and applauding as I walked around the ring. That's when I
noticed detective Martin standing near the exit tunnel. She gave a brief smile
and then disappeared through the tunnel.

Unlike Ray, George was in no condition to come after me in the parking lot. I
changed in the locker room when Tom entered with my money in an envelope. "You
pack them in, Alex," he said, "thanks, nice match." I nodded and said, "Any
time, easy money." He chuckled as he left. "I still worry about you," Marlene
said. "Thanks, baby, but I can take care of myself." "Uh-huh," Joe said as I
put on a pair of shorts and a tank top, "but there's always some meathead who
wants to beat the champ." I looked at him and smiled and then punched him
lightly in the shoulder and asked, "Is that what I am, the champ?" He smiled
and said, "So far."

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