Mike’s Story - Chapter 1, How it All Began
by covert.1@hotmail.com



I'm Mike. This is not my real name, of course, as I want to keep my real
identity a secret for reasons you will see later. I was new to Orange County,
having transferred here from the Midwest, for a better lifestyle and better
job prospects.

I have always been active. An athlete in high school and then a state champion
in track. It was shortly before I relocated that I began to train with weights
at the urging of a coworker. Soon, my coworker no longer went to the gym, but
I was hooked.

I have dated my fair share of girls and women in high school and college, but
it wasn't until I had started working out at the gym that I found an
appreciation of women with muscles. I was beginning to see progress in my
workouts when the company I was working for decided to open a Southern
California office. I felt this would afford me a better chance for advancement
as well as get me out of my small Midwest town where I had spent the majority
of my life and say goodbye to cold Midwest winters.

This is my story.

I had been in sunny Southern California for about two-weeks. I had an
apartment not far from Newport Beach and close to my new office. I'm a civil
engineer working mainly for cities as a consultant.

I had a project in South Laguna and as usual, I was doing a job walk,
familiarizing myself with what was in the field. I took pictures so that when
I was in the office, I could refer to them as need be.

Midway through my project, I walked past a gym. I looked in and then stepped
through the door. Coming from the sunshine to the near dark interior, my eyes
hadn't adjust to the light when I heard, "May I help you," from the shadows.
"No, just looking around," I responded, looking at the weights lined up on
their rack and the various machines bolted to the floor. "Uh-huh," the man
said, "No charge for that, but if you want a membership or a workout, that may
cost you," and he chuckled. The way the man said it, made me quickly turn my
head. I saw him deep in the shadows on a flat bench, the bar loaded with
weights.

He slowly lowered the bar to his chest and then pressed it upwards, locking
his arms. He did ten repetitions as I stood and watched the dark form and then
set the barbell on the rests. 'Nearly seven hundred pounds,' I thought, 'this
is one strong boy.'

"Are you going to stand there and watch," the man said, "or are you going to
help a girl put some weights on this bar?" 'Girl,' I thought, stepping into
the shadows. I was about to ask, 'What girl,' when I saw her stand up.

I was now about ten feet from her and my eyes had become accustom to the low
lighting. What stood before me was the most muscular woman I had ever seen.
Standing six feet tall (I could tell since she was eye level with me), broad
shouldered, with well-defined trapezius muscles. Her chest was striated and
she had small, muscular breasts with a torso that tapered to a narrow
waistline. Her narrow hips sat atop a pair of the most muscular legs I had
ever seen.

She gave a deep, throaty laugh and said, "You thought I was a guy, didn't
you?" I could only manage a nod as I had a lump in my throat and a growing
lump in my jeans. She laughed again.

"Well?" she asked. "Excuse me," I said. Clearly I had missed something. "Are
you going to stand there or help a girl load weights?" she asked again,
picking a forty-five pound plate from a rack with one hand. She obviously
didn't need any help, but I put a plate on the opposite side of the barbell
from her.

She moved to the foot of the bench and sat down. "I keep the lights down when
I'm working out, especially when I'm alone," she said, and lay on the bench
positioning her broad shoulders under the bar.

She positioned her hands on the bar and then with a slight flex of her wrists,
released the locks, holding the weight above her neck. 'If she drops this,
she'll crush her throat', I thought as she slowly lowered the bar and then
pressed it back to its starting position. She followed her initial flat-bench
press with eight more presses. It wasn't until her tenth and final rep that I
noticed her arm shake slightly from the exertion. "Argh," she sighed as she
pushed the bar up from her neck and turned the locks to hold the bar.

"That was very impressive, ah," I said, trailing off. "Margo," she said, "I'm
Margo." "Pleased to meet you, Margo, I'm Mike," I said, extending my hand. She
took my hand in a firm grasp. "Nice to meet you, Mike," she said as she shook
my hand.

Margo had on a pair of black Spandex shorts and a sports bra. The sports bra
was soaked, her nipples visible beneath the damp material. "Didn't your mother
ever tell you it's not polite to stare at a woman's tits?" she asked. I
diverted my eyes and cleared my throat. "Sorry, I was just ... " I said. "Just
what," she interrupted, "just trying to figure a way to get into my shorts?" I
must have blushed because she said, "Don't be embarrassed, Mike," Margo said,
"it just proves that you're a man," and she chuckled that deep, throaty laugh,
and took a step in my direction.

Margo put her hands on her hips as she stood in front of me, her head tilted
slightly to one side. "Now what brings you into my gym, Mike," she asked. "I
was just passing and, ah, I wanted to see what kind of a gym this was," I
said. For a moment she didn't say anything, just watching me, and then said,
"It's your typical gym; lots of free weights, some machines. Are you looking
to join a gym, Mike?" I looked around briefly, but I was drawn to Margo.

"Yes," I said. She looked at me and said, "Very well, the fee is $100 a month,
automatically withdrawn from your savings account. If you want anything else,
that would be extra." "Extra?" I asked. She smiled and said, "Yes, extra's.
Many of my clients want extra's. Muscle worship, wrestling, domination, that
sort of thing, Mike. Are you in to any of that?"

My mind was racing as she removed her right hand from her hip and made a fist
and then flexed her bicep. Her bicep exploded no more than two-feet in front
of me. She stared into my eyes as I watched. When I made eye contact with her
she said, "You like that, don't you, Mike?" I nodded. She laughed. "You'll
need to sign a waiver, Mike," she said, "It's just a formality, and of course
give me permission to withdraw the monthly fee." I nodded again. "Good," she
said, as she grasped the bottom of her sports bra and pulled it over her head.

Now standing before me bare-chested, I found myself holding my breath. I
watched her chest rise and fall. Her deep tan was unmarred by tan lines. She
crossed her arms in front of her chest and her trapezius muscles swelled. She
relaxed and said, "Time for your physical, Mike, strip down."

At first I thought I hadn't heard Margo correctly; I hesitated. "Get
undressed," she said, more forcefully this time. I unbuttoned my shirt and
pulled it from my pants. I tossed it on the bench she had been using. "Now the
pants," she said in answer to my unasked question.

'What the hell,' I thought, 'I just stopped in to see the gym, now I'm being
examined by this muscle-bound woman.' "Look, Mike, either you can take your
pants off; or I will," she said, "But I won't be gentle about it." We stared
at each other briefly and then I unbuckled my belt and unzipped my pants. I
kicked off my loafers and stepped out of my pants.

Margo glanced at my boxer shorts and my erection hidden there. 'Hidden isn't
exactly true', I thought, just watching Margo made me excited. She reached
forward and slowly pulled my shorts down. It was if the world had turned to
slow-motion. I watched her face as she looked at my erection spring free of my
shorts.

I had always been self-conscious about my penis. Flaccid I'm about six-inches
and erect, I'm ten and one-half. Growing up in a conservative Midwest family,
we were not encouraged to show our genitals and it wasn't until I had gym
class in junior high school, that I realized that I was a little 'different'
than the other boys in my class. I was teased, but as I grew older and went
through puberty, my penis seemed to become a source of curiosity for my sister
and the girls in my class.

My sister is two years older than I am, and I remember when I was thirteen,
and Megan fifteen, coming home from school one day. Mom and dad were gone and
as I came through the back door into the kitchen, Megan said, "Jeanie Riley
said you were a freak, Mike, she said her little brother told her. Is that
true?" I looked at her and laid my backpack on the kitchen table. "What are
you talking about, Megan?" I asked. "Your thing, Mike, you know, your thing,"
she said, pointing to my pants. I blushed and ran to my room, Megan following
quickly.

"Get out of here," I yelled as she came through the door. "Let's see it, Mike,
let me see your cock." I had never heard my sister say, 'cock' before, and I
said, "I'm going to tell mom and dad, if you don't leave." She stood there
with her hands on her hips. "I'm not leaving until you show me," she said. I
felt like running, but she was between me and the door.

"OK, OK," I said, "but you have to show me your tits." She seemed to think
about this, but began unbuttoning her cotton blouse. She shrugged out of the
shirt and stood there clad in a pair of shorts and her bra. I unbuttoned my
pants and folded them over the chair at my desk.

"Let's see it," she said. "You first," I replied. Again she hesitated but then
reached behind her and unfastened her bra. This was the first time I had seen
my sister without a top on and I drew my tongue over my lips. Her breasts were
fair with a slight tan line where her bathing suit had covered her. Her
areolas were darker, capped with small round nipples. "Now you," she said. I
lowered my shorts and my penis was semi-erect at the sight of my sister. "Oh,
my god," Megan said, "you are big." I turned away.

Megan came up behind me and I could feel her breasts on my back, and then her
hand was on my shaft. At her touch I became fully erect. "Hmm," I moaned as
she ran her hand along my shaft. "I'm going to stroke you, baby," she
whispered in my ear, and she touched my ear with the tip of her tongue. "Hmm,"
I moaned, "Please, Megan." She stroked me until I came.

I was both embarrassed and pleased, but she told me before she left my
bedroom, "Don't tell anyone about this, Mikey, do you hear, and clean up that
carpet before mom and dad gets home." I followed her gaze to my cum where it
lay on the carpet. Before I could reply, she was gone. I dabbed up my mess
with tissues.

It wasn't long before my sister and I explored each other's bodies and
eventually had sex. Because she was older and more experienced than I, she
taught me the importance of using a condom. True to my word, I've never told
anyone our secret until today, not even Megan's husband, Tom, but more on that
later.

"Well, well, well," Margo said, bringing me back to the present, "What have we
here?" She placed the palm of her hand under my shaft as if measuring its
length. I stiffened at her touch. "You are quite well endowed, Mike," she
said. Now it was my turn to be confident. "Yes, I am," I said. She laughed her
low, throaty chuckle. "Can you last?" she asked, "I've met men as big as you,
maybe larger, but they climaxed in minutes. Can you last?" "Yes," I said,
confident. "We'll see, won't we," she asked.

She removed her hand and said, "Get dressed," she picked up her sports bra and
I watched her broad back and big thighs as she made her way to the reception
area. As I dressed, I watched as she made a phone call. "Now, Paul, I need you
to watch the gym now, do I make myself clear?" she said. She listened for
another few seconds and then slammed the receiver onto the telephone. "That
bitch," she muttered to herself. She looked up and said, "Stay here, Paul will
be here shortly, I'm going to shower." Still carrying her sports bra, she
headed in the direction of the locker rooms.

Margo hadn't been gone but several minutes when a muscular guy came through
the door. He looked at me and stepped behind the counter. "Paul?" I asked.
"Yea," he said. "Margo said you were on your way," I told him. "Well, when
Margo calls, we come running, right?" he asked. I hesitated a moment before
saying, "Yea." 'What kind of power does Margo have over this guy?' I thought.

Before I could talk to Paul, Margo came back. Now dressed in leggings and a
crop top that ended just below her breasts she said, "Thank you Paul for
coming in on short notice," and placing one hand behind his head, gave him a
kiss on his mouth. I could see that she explored his mouth with her tongue.
Paul seemed smaller with Margo holding him and when she released him, he
gasped for breath.

Margo turned to me and said, "Let's go, Mikey," and headed toward the rear of
the gym. I followed, watching her long legs. She wore black boots that ended
just below her knees.

She pushed through the back door into the afternoon sun. "Wh-where are we
going?" I asked, catching the door before it could close on me. "Get in,"
Margo said, standing next to a black Bentley. "Where are we going?" I
repeated. Looking exasperated, she said, "My house, now get in the car." I did
as I was told and as I fastened my seat belt, we were already exiting the
parking lot.

"Look, Margo, I have to be at the office ... " I started to say after we had
gone several blocks in silence. "Quiet," she said cutting me off, "if tomorrow
you still want to or are able to 'go to your office', you may, but I think you
might want to, at the very least, take some time off." We drove for another
fifteen minutes in silence, winding our way to the hills above Newport Beach.

Margo pressed a button on the dash and a gate swung open from a recess in a
flagstone wall. We drove through and as she pulled to a stop in front of a
large two-story home, the front door opened and a beautiful woman came out.
She opened my car door and stepped aside. As I stepped out of the car, what
struck me besides her sheer beauty was the fact that she was naked.

"Mike, this is Olivia, my housekeeper and personal assistant," Margo said. The
woman bowed slightly and I said, "Hello, Olivia." She said nothing to me but
asked Margo, "May I get you anything, mistress?" Margo quickly glanced my way
and then said to Olivia, "Bring Mike my special cocktail, Liv." "Yes,
mistress," Olivia said, averting her eyes and held the front door as Margo
strode into the entryway.

I followed and Olivia passed me heading deep into the house. Margo turned to
me, "Get undressed," she said. "Look, Margo, I tried to tell you that I ... "
I said, but was slapped across the face. "Quiet!" she said, "When I give an
order, you will obey me, do I make myself clear?" My face felt warm to my
touch where she had slapped me. I was more surprised than hurt.

"Ye-yes," I said, looking at Margo, veins in her neck were like small electric
cords under her skin. I began to undress as she stood there watching.
Satisfied that I was complying with her demand, she peeled the crop top over
her head and allowed it to fall to the floor. She sat on a small bench against
one wall and said, "Remove my boots." I had only managed to take my shirt off
and was holding it in my hand wondering where I should put it.

"Drop the shirt and remove my boot," Margo said, holding her leg out. I began
to tug on her boot, but she said, "Turn around and straddle my leg and pull."
I did as I was instructed and was just getting the boot over her heel when she
put her other foot on my ass and pushed. I nearly fell over and Margo laughed.

"Now the other one," she said, and I straddled her other leg and pulled the
boot free. This time I knew what was coming and braced myself. "Very good,
Mikey, you're a quick learner," she said, "now pull my leggings off." She
raised her butt from the bench and I slid the stretchy fabric across her hips
and down her massive thighs.

Still clutching her tights, Margo stood up and stretched. "Hmm," she said, "I
hate clothes." Her bronze skin glistened under the entryway lights, deepening
the definition of her muscles. I felt myself becoming erect and Margo must
have noticed as well. "Now your pants, Mikey," she said.

I had just stepped out of my trousers when Olivia padded into the entryway.
Instinctively I covered my penis with my pants and Margo laughed. "Silly boy,"
she said, "Liv has seen men before, haven't you, Liv?" "Yes, mistress," she
said, not really paying any attention to me.

She held a tall glass on a silver tray. Margo gave a quick wave of her finger
and Olivia turned to me extending the tray. "Drink that," Margo said. I took
the drink from the tray and glanced at Olivia who made the briefest of eye
contact with me, turned and left.

"What is this," I asked holding up the drink. It looked like lemonade, but I
had my doubts. "Drink it," Margo said, "It won't hurt you, but you will
perform better." 'Perform better', I thought, 'perform better for who; me or
Margo?' I took a sip of the liquid and it did taste like lemonade. Margo
watched as I took another sip. It really was quite good. Not too tart and not
too sweet.

Olivia returned and began collecting the clothes that were strewn across the
entryway. She gathered up mine as well as Margo's, finally taking the pair of
pants I still held in my free hand. "Thank you," I said, although she did not
acknowledge me.

Margo shook her thigh and I watched as the muscles moved and then she quickly
tensed them and they became rigid. I could see the striation of her muscles
beneath the skin. I took a gulp of the 'lemonade'. She changed legs and
repeated the awesome muscle display with her other leg. As she watched her
muscles relax and contract she said, "Finish your drink, baby, Mistress Margo
wants to play."

I took a final gulp of the liquid and Olivia, who I hadn't noticed
approaching, took my empty glass. Our eyes locked, and she asked, "Did you
enjoy your cocktail, Mr. Mike?" 'Mr. Mike,' I thought, 'funny.' "Yes, thank
you, Olivia," I said. She smiled warmly and turned and left. I followed her
progress down the hall and only turned when I felt Margo's palm on the bottom
of my penis.

"Yes," she said, looking at my erection, "This will do nicely." She gently
engulfed my shaft in her hand and pulled me toward the stairs. What a strange
sensation being led by such a muscular woman up a flight of stairs. I felt
like I was almost in a trance.

We entered a bedroom that was large. It was dominated by a king size bed, an
armoire and a chest of drawers. A love seat and what looked like a massage
table were at one end of the room. Margo led me to the massage table and I sat
on the foot of the padded table. "Watch," she said, and proceeded to flex her
biceps. It seemed as though with every flex, they grew larger. I rubbed my
eyes and watched. Her arms were larger than any I had ever seen.

She drew in her breath and expanded her chest. The nipples of her small
breasts were as round as marbles, her abdominals were well defined. She
pivoted so that her back was towards me and brought her arms up to shoulder
height and flexed her biceps once more. I had never seen such a broad back
before. "You are amazing," I said, softly. She giggled, her deep voice echoing
in the bedroom.

Margo pivoted once again, facing me and tightened her abdominals. Each muscle
contracted turning her abdomen into miniature moguls. She thrust her pelvis
toward me and for the first time I noticed her clitoris. Margo's clit was
large, looking like a small penis, perhaps an inch and one-half or two inches
in length. I rubbed my eyes once more and looked again. She brushed a hand
across her abs and down to her pubis, lifting her clit with her index finger.
"Suck me," she said, raising her clit.

I slid off the foot of the table and looked down at her clit, and then sunk to
my knees in front of this muscle woman. I took her clit between my lips and
sucked. Her bitter, saltiness, was intoxicating and I greedily sucked, pulling
her clit with my lips. "Hmm, that's it, baby," she cooed, holding the back of
my head against her, "Make Mistress Margo come."

I pulled and massaged her clit with my lips and tongued her vagina, all the
while running my hands over the hardest butt that I have ever felt. With small
pelvic thrusts, Margo climaxed drenching my chin and chest with her cum.

She pulled away and I stood up. She put a hand on my chest and pushed me
toward the table. When she removed her hand, she licked her fingers that were
wet with her cum. I glanced at my erection. 'This must be my imagination,' I
thought, as I lay on the table, 'but I look huge.'

Margo got on the table and walked on her knees until she was straddling my
hips. With her hand she guided me so that the head of my penis was nearly
engulfed by her labia. "This is where the fun begins, Mikey," she said, and
for the first time I noticed a small remote control unit in her hand. "Lay
back and enjoy the ride," she said, "I had this table made especially for me".

The table lowered several inches and Margo stepped off when her feet could
touch the floor. The tip of my penis was poised at her vagina. She pushed a
button and I rose up, my cock sliding into Margo. "Hmm," she said, "that feels
good." I grasped the edge of the table as the table rose and lower at a faster
pace. I lay there watching this goddess being impaled on my cock while the
table went up and down. 'Surreal', I thought, trying to keep track of time.

I don't know how long I was on the table but Margo climaxed again, this time
dousing my abdomen with her cum.

"Alright, baby," she said, raising the table and setting the remote aside,
"Mistress Margo is going to milk that little cock of yours, would you like
that?" "Ye-yes," I said as she clamped down on my penis with her vaginal
muscles. She laughed and said, "I promise not to hurt you." My shaft was
entirely inside her and I could feel her muscles undulate. 'But how could she
do that', I thought, 'she has the most amazing muscle control.'

With a final squeeze, she bent at the waist and flexed her trapezius muscles.
I climaxed instantly. We remained in that position for several minutes until
she released her hold on my cock. "You did well for your first time, Mikey,"
she said as I was catching my breath. 'First time,' I thought, 'would there be
others?'

She stepped off the bench and Olivia appeared in the doorway. She had my
clothes folded in her arms. Pants, underwear, shirt and socks with my shoes on
top. "Put those on the chest of drawers," Margo said. "Yes, mistress," Olivia
said and walked across the room and placed my clothes on the low chest of
drawers. Turning to Margo, she asked, "Will there be anything else, mistress?"
"What do you think of Mike," Margo asked her. Olivia turned and looked at me.
I was still on the bench, raised up on my elbows.

"He looks like a suitable candidate, mistress," Olivia told her. "Yes," Margo
said, "I thought so too, he certainly has a large enough cock." Olivia glanced
back at me staring at my now flaccid penis. It was a bit unnerving listening
to the two women discussing my penis like a pound or two of meat in a butcher
shop.

What Margo said next surprised me, if that was possible after what had
happened thus far today. "Would you like to try him, Liv," Margo said,
brushing hair behind Olivia's ear. "If you like, mistress," Olivia said. Margo
nodded and the housekeeper turned towards me. I lay there as she approached.
She reached out and when I reached for her hand she pulled me to my feet.

She guided me to the bed and I lay there my shoulders propped up by the
pillows. Olivia got on the bed on all fours, walking on hands and knees until
she was over me. Putting her head in the crook of my neck, she lowered her
body onto mine. I felt the stirrings of another erection. Margo stood and
watched as I ran my hands over Olivia's back. I rolled over holding the woman
close to me. She glanced in the direction of Margo, but the muscle beauty was
gone.

"What was in that drink you gave me?" I asked as I maneuvered the head of my
penis against her labia. "Something that mistress makes, I don't know
exactly," she said, "but it makes men hard and last longer." I chuckled and
said, "It did do that. How long were Margo and I, ah, err, engaged?" I gently
entered her and her breath caught, she closed her eyes. Between gasps, she
said, "You were having sex for the last five hours." I stopped and she opened
her eyes. "What is it?" she asked. "Five hours," I said, "we had sex for five
hours?" She only nodded.

'I've never had sex for that long,' I thought as I focused on Olivia and began
to thrust my hips driving my shaft deep within her. Soon she was moving her
hips in rhythm with mine. We climaxed together and lay embracing each other.

"I must be going," Olivia said as she pushed away from me and stepped off the
bed, "I have to make supper. Shower and come down in an hour, but don't put
your clothes on." She padded from the bedroom.

I lay on the bed thinking about the day and about the lost five hours. 'Had I
really had sex with the most magnificent muscle goddess for five hours?' I
thought, 'And what did she mean when she said, I did OK for my first time,
does she think we'll have sex again?'

I showered and toweled off, and went down stairs in search of Olivia and
Margo. I found Olivia at work in the kitchen. Whatever she was making smelled
marvelous. 'I'm hungrier than I've ever been,' I thought. "Please, Mike, have
a seat in the dining room. Mistress will join you shortly." "Where is Margo?"
I asked. "Probably working out, or she may be in her office," Olivia said.
"She works out a lot," I said, more of an observation than a question. "Yes,
sometimes six hours a day," Olivia said. "That's amazing, she certainly has
stamina," I said. "Mistress is amazing," Olivia said, "she has sex and works
out for hours. Now go and have a seat in the dining room."

Dinner consisted of pasta, skinless chicken and vegetables. Olivia brought
platters into the dining room and sat them on the table. Margo came in, her
skin glistening and took a seat, Olivia sat to my right.

"I can't believe that we had sex for five hours," I said to Margo. She seemed
amused. "That may seem a long time for you, but that's normal for me," she
said, "You'll see." "Will we have sex again," I asked. She stopped eating, a
fork containing asparagus and carrots midway to her mouth. "Yes, we'll have
sex again," she said matter-of-factly. "But how can you be sure?" I pressed.
"Because I want to, I've chosen you and you are mine," she said. Now it was my
turn to stop eating. I sat there and watched Margo eat a chicken breast in
three bites and reach for another. Given her size and what I had seen so far
today of her sexual appetite and heavy work outs, she obviously needed lots of
fuel for her engine.

"Look, Mike," Margo said, staring at me, "I know you've never met a woman like
me before and my life is not conventional. But I can tell you that if you love
muscle women as you claim, I will make your life a dream come true. Think of
me as your personal trainer." "Personal trainer," I asked. "Your life's
personal trainer," she said, "I will guide you, train you and take care of you
much as I do Olivia, isn't that right, baby?" I looked at Olivia who looked
from Margo to me and said, "Yes, it's true, Mistress Margo takes care of my
needs." I looked back at Margo who smiled at Olivia, took her hand and gave it
a squeeze. When she released the housekeepers hand she took another chicken
breast from the platter and devoured it.

"I'm unique, I'm demanding, but I can fulfill all of your dreams, Mike," Margo
said, "all I ask in return is for you to be faithful to me and serve your
mistress. You will be handsomely compensated. What do you think?" It took me a
minute to realize that Margo was actually asking me for a 'yes' or 'no'
answer.

"May I give you my answer tomorrow?" I asked. Margo smiled, "Of course, you
may let me know over breakfast," she said getting up from the table, "Now I
have to work off this meal, I think a swim is in order. Thank you, Olivia,
excellent supper. Please show Mike to one of the guest rooms." Before I could
protest, she turned and was gone.

I helped Olivia clear the table and as we rinsed the dishes, I asked, "How did
you come to live with Margo?" "I was at a low point in my life. I was
overweight, with no goals and no self-esteem. Mistress Margo changed all
that," Olivia said, "I've been with her a little over a year now and she has
turned my life around." It was hard for me to look at this woman who was
physically fit to picture her as being overweight. Olivia opened a cupboard
and removed a photograph and handed it to me. I looked at it. "Who's this?" I
asked. She laughed lightly, "That's me," she said, "That's when I first came
to Mistress Margo". The woman in the photograph was standing next to a patio
table. She was overweight, clad in jeans and a tank top.

I handed the photograph back to Olivia who put it back in the cupboard.
"You've certainly changed, Olivia," I said, "I never would have guessed that
was you." "I keep that as a reminder," she said, turning to me. I looked down
at her; her body was toned with defined abs and shapely arms and legs. She
looked nothing like the person in that picture. She wrapped her arms around me
and put her head on my chest. "I hope you stay, Mike," she said.

That night, Olivia slept with me and we made love once before falling asleep
in each other's arms. I dreamt of Margo and her display of muscularity.

I heard a soft laugh and when I opened my eyes, Margo was standing at the side
of the bed looking down at me. "Were you dreaming about me?" she asked. I
rubbed my eyes and then saw my erection. "As a matter of fact, I was," I said.
"How sweet," she said, "I trust you and Liv had a good night." "We did, yes,"
I said. She smiled and asked, "Have you made a decision as to whether you will
stay or go?" She rested her hands on her hips. Lying in bed, looking up at
Margo, she seemed even larger than ever.

"I've decided to stay," I said, "It's not the logical choice. I hope I don't
regret it." "It's the right choice, Mike," she said, "You'll see. You and
Olivia can clean out your desk at your work and collect the things from your
apartment. I've got to get to the gym." She turned to leave but then came back
to the bed. She bent down and placed a hand on each side of my rib cage and
lifted me off the bed and gave me a kiss on the lips. "I'll see you tonight,"
she said, and dropped me onto the bed, "Get some rest, I'll need you to
satisfy me when I get home."

And so my life as Mistress Margo's 'houseboy' began. I wrote a resignation
letter and Olivia and I cleared out my apartment. I moved in to Mistress
Margo's house where I tend to Margo and Olivia's needs.

I was anxious at first because as Margo said herself, she can be 'demanding',
but I do what she tells me and I reap the benefits. Living with a muscle
goddess has its own rewards and both Olivia and Margo say I'm becoming a
better lover. At least I no longer rely on Margo's 'special cocktails' to keep
me going for hours at a time. My body, like Olivia's, has changed; my abs are
firmer with a defined six-pack, my arms and legs have become more muscular and
my penis has become thicker and grown an inch in length. Good diet, regular
workouts, lots of rest, lots of sex, I'm not sure, but the change has been for
the better.

If you would like to hear more about my life with Mistress Margo and Olivia,
drop me an email at the address above. Let me know if you've enjoyed my story.

Thank you,

'Mike'

Muscle Fan