Mistress Denise - Part 1
by Musclefan



This is an insight to my life of sex, domination, pain and pleasure, as
related to my friend, Muscle Fan. If you would like to drop him an email at
covert.1@hotmail.com he will pass along your comments. Thanks, Mistress
Denise.

I've made a living off of men and women who want to be dominated and I love
it. Without them, I'd probably be flipping burgers at that hamburger stand
down the block. I'm not stupid, mind you, but after graduating from college, I
found that my physical attributes were more of a detriment than an asset. It
seemed that every place I interviewed, the person conducting the interview
felt threatened, intimidated. I knew it was my physical appearance. So now I
provide a service to my 'select clientele'.

I'll mention some of my stats, as everyone seems curious. I'm six-foot
four-inches tall in my bare feet and I weigh in excess of three hundred twenty
pounds. I should point out that that's three hundred twenty pounds of muscle.
I have a four percent body fat content and I try to get that even lower. My
arms, calves and neck all measure twenty-inches, my quads are nearly
thirty-inches which is the same as my waist. My chest is an amazing fifty-two
inches. When someone sees me on the street or a new client meets me they
generally stare in amazement. I've come to expect it.

I'm writing this at the suggestion of one of my minions or 'slaves'. He's a
successful novelist, but, as with everyone I mention here, I'll change their
names. My clients like to be discreet and remain anonymous. Muscle Fan has
agreed to help. This makes me laugh, because what else could he say, if he
didn't agree to help, I'd have to punish him, and although he may enjoy that,
he knows that Mistress Denise is not one to be denied anything.

A question that may be on a lot of readers minds is; 'Have you ever hurt
anyone by accident.' The answer is, yes, although I take every precaution to
watch what I'm doing and instruct my slaves to use a prearranged 'safety'
word, I sometimes get carried away. This may happen during sex as my orgasms
are very intense.

I remember one time having sex with a client and as I was nearing my climax, I
inadvertently separated his shoulder. It was towards the end of our session,
and I was on top of George, bringing both him and me to a mutual orgasm when I
pulled his arm out of his shoulder socket. I hadn't even realized that I had
hurt him until after I climaxed and found him weeping beneath me. With my long
reach, I had pulled on his wrists separating his arm at the shoulder socket.
He said it was quite painful as I helped him dress and sent him on his way to
the doctor. If he had uttered our 'safe word', I didn't hear it.

On another occasion, I dislocated a woman's jaw that was performing
cunnilingus. She was lying on a special bench that I had made for just such
purposes when, I again, got carried away, grinding my pussy into her mouth and
jaw a little too forcefully. She was beating on my butt and thighs with her
hands and fists, but I failed to realize that I was hurting her until I had
climaxed and lowered the bench. Despite the dislocated jaw, she managed to
swallow my juices.

For the most part I travel to a client's home, office or hotel, however, for
my regular slaves; I will allow them to come to my house. I remember a new
client who had been given my web address by one of my regulars. I book my
appointments on-line, taking the client information so that I might run a
background check. I deal in cash only, so I don't take credit information, but
I do like to know who I'm dealing with. Mark Connors was my new client, a CEO
out of Cincinnati, Ohio, married with two children. He is a member of a
country club and makes a salary in the six figures. For his 'expectations', he
put 'muscle worship, watching and whatever.' 'Hmm,' I thought, 'Mark sounds
like he wants to play it by ear,' some clients like that.

I showed up at his hotel room in a full length leather coat with my travel bag
that I use for my 'equipment'. When meeting a new client, I have an assortment
of items I take with me; riding crop, cuffs, ankle restraints, ties, dildos of
various sizes, strap on dildos, vibrators, ben-wa balls, as well as assorted
lotions and oils.

I walked through the lobby turning heads as I made for the elevator. Beside
the leather coat, I had on a pair of four-inch stilettos that gave me added
height (6'-8") and enhanced my hugely muscular calves. I ducked as I entered
the elevator and punched the button for my client's floor. I knew a security
guard somewhere was watching me, no doubt with his cock in his hand. I looked
up at the security monitor in the elevator and blew the security guard a kiss.

I rang the bell for the client's suite and when the thirty year old
businessman opened the door, I placed a hand on his chest and pushed him
aside. I strode past him and turned in the foyer, looking at him. I dropped my
bag on the floor. He was perhaps 5'-8" with a trim build and dark curly hair.
"Are you Denise," he asked closing the door. I walked to the man, pressing him
against the door with my body, but never taking my eyes from his and turned
the deadbolt on the door. I didn't move but looked down at him and said, "It's
Mistress Denise, baby, you may call me Mistress Denise." I smiled and turned
back into the suite.

He followed. "May I offer you a drink, Denise, ah, err, Mistress Denise," he
asked. "No, Mark," I said, "I don't drink," I turned to face him, and untied
the sash around my coat. I opened it and let it fall from my shoulders. Mark's
breath caught when he saw my body. I get that a lot, and I chuckled and said,
"Is this what you want, Markie, is this what you expected?" I placed my fists
on my hips, feet slightly apart. I was naked.

Mark could neither speak nor tear his eyes from me. I slowly walked toward him
and he closed his mouth after moistening his lips. "What do you want, Markie,"
I asked and ran a finger along his jaw from his ear to the cleft in his chin.
"What can Mistress Denise do for you, baby?" I asked. He swallowed hard, and
then said, "May, err, that is, may I touch you, mistress?" I'm glad he asked
rather than just pawing at me. I held up my arm and bent it at the elbow. My
bicep exploded inches from his face. "Feel that, Markie, feel my bicep. Go on,
squeeze it, you may use both hands if you need to," I said. He placed first
one hand on my bicep and then the other trying to squeeze it, but to no avail.

I glanced around the room. "This is a nice suite, baby, very nice," I said. I
was familiar with most hotels in the area, but had never seen the suites at
this particular hotel before. I relaxed my arm and looked back at the man. He
was studying me. "What are you looking at, Mark?" I asked, "Are you checking
out my abs, my legs or maybe my pussy?" He looked up. "Go on," I said, "You
can touch, I won't break." He ran one of his soft hands down my abdominals,
and I stepped back out of his reach before he got to my pubis.

"Let's get the money situation taken care of before we go any further, OK,
Mark?" I said. He blinked but then went to a desk set against the exterior
wall, adjacent to the window that afforded a sweeping view of the city. He
withdrew a fat envelope from the top drawer and handed it to me. I took it,
not looking inside, and walked it to my bag, placing it in a pocket on the
side. "Thank you," I said, facing the little man, "now what would you like,
you said on your request, 'muscle worship, watching and whatever,' what would
you like to see me do?"

He came to me and ran a hand down my abs once more and then explored my labia
and clit with his fingers. "Bananas," I said, and he looked up at me
questioningly. "Your safe word is bananas," I repeated. "When you say,
'bananas', I'll know to stop," I told him, "I don't want you to get hurt,
sweetie." He nodded and stroked my clit with his index finger.

I will at this point tell you, the reader, that my clit is large. It resembles
a small penis, but I assure you, I am all woman.

"Hmm," I said as he ran his index finger along my clit, "that's it." I could
feel my clit becoming erect and apparently he could as well. He took my shaft
between his index finger and thumb and stroked me. He looked down at my clit
and I said, "Like the rest of me, baby, I'm big. Finger me." He stopped and
explored my pussy with first one finger and then another. As he did, I
tightened my vaginal muscles. He tried to pull his fingers free, but I held
them fast. I squeezed a little tighter.

"Just think, Mark, if that was your cock rather than your fingers. Think about
the pain you'd feel," I said and I squeezed harder. He grimaced and squeezed
his eyes shut as I applied more pressure to his captive fingers. "Banana's!"
he said, and I released my grip on his fingers. He withdrew them immediately,
looking at his digits, which were wet with my juices.

"Suck them," I said, "suck my cum from your fingers." He looked at me and I
said, "Do it or I'll break them," and quickly grabbed his hand, guiding his
fingers to his mouth. "Open," I commanded and when he did, I thrust his
fingers into his mouth, releasing his hand. "Good boy," I said, "was that so
bad?" He didn't answer, but he licked his fingers clean.

"OK, Markie, get undressed, let's see what you've got," I told him. He
hesitated but then began to unbutton his shirt, a short sleeve sports shirt.
He untucked it from his pants and shrugged out of it. He tossed it onto a
sofa. As he unbuckled his belt and unsnapped his pants I stepped back
watching. Mark was in good shape, no doubt from golf or tennis at his country
club.

His boxer shorts could barely contain his erection. "Let's see it," I said
when he hesitated on removing his shorts. He stepped out of the shorts and put
them on the sofa along with his other clothes. His penis was perhaps seven
inches. 'What a shame,' I thought, 'I'll just have to make due.' I always
tried to give the client their money's worth despite their 'shortcomings'.

I took his shirt from where he had laid it on the sofa and held it up.
"Watch," I said as I put the shirt on. I could barely get it on and only
managed to button two of the buttons. I crossed my arms in front of me and the
fabric almost immediately ripped across my back. I held my arms up pumping my
biceps and the material separated along the seam. Clutching the front of the
shirt, I ripped it from my torso.

"Get the oil from my bag, Mark," I said. He went to my bag where I had dropped
it and crouched down and unzipped it. Looking inside, he looked up at me and I
smiled. "See anything you like, Mark?" I asked, smiling. He reached in and
pulled out a lifelike rubberized dildo in excess of a foot long and perhaps
three-inch in diameter. I smiled and said, "Are you sure you could handle
that, Mark?" He shook his head. I laughed. "Oh, you want to watch me use it?"
He nodded as he stood, the dildo in one hand and the bottle of oil in the
other. His cock stood rigid, but looked dwarfed compared to the dildo in his
right hand.

I took the dildo from him and set it aside on a table, "I'll get to that in a
minute, Mark, but right now I want you to pleasure me, would you like that?"
"Yes, mistress," he said. "Good," I said, "Take a few drops of that oil and
rub it in your palms and then slowly rub it on me." The oil is a blend of
coconut oil, eucalyptus oil, strawberry and passion fruit. He poured a little
in his palm and began applying it to my abs. "Begin at my feet, baby, Mistress
Denise likes to have her feet worshiped." I sat on the edge of the table and
stepped out of my stilettos. Mark knelt before me and began working oil into
my feet. Soles and tops, taking each toe individually. I placed my toes
against his lips and he sucked each one while he worked the oil into my shin
and calf. He could only reach as far as my knee from his position so I changed
legs and he continued with that one.

"Now my quads, Mark, you may worship my she-cock as well while you're down
there," I told him. As he massaged my quads and tongued my clit, I slowly
closed my legs on his head. He sucked on my clit, taking me into his mouth. I
chuckled as I tightened my hold on his head. "Hmm," I cooed, "That feels so
good, Markie, you're making your mistress hot." This was a bit of an
exaggeration as I have been known to pleasure myself for hours and have
maintained control over an orgasm for well over an hour. "Banana's!" Mark
mumbled from inside my crotch. I released my hold on his head and he breathed
deeply, no doubt enjoying the muskiness of my pussy.

He finished oiling my torso and stood on the couch to reach my shoulders and
trapezius muscles. He took his time fondling my breasts. "Harder," I said as
he pinched my nipples, "Don't be a pussy, Mark." My nipples are about the size
of a marble and equally as hard when aroused. They cap dark areola and point
slightly upward from my hard breasts. I flexed my breasts, first together and
then one after the other. "Can your wife do that, Mark?" I asked, and he shook
his head. I laughed and said, "I didn't think so," and I picked up the dildo
he had selected.

"Let me show you something else your little wifey can't do, Mark," I said,
holding the rubber phallus in front of me and applying a few drops of oil. "I
bet she couldn't handle this cock, could she?" I asked. He shook his head. "I
can and in fact, I can handle more; but while you watch me masturbate, I want
to see you masturbate. I want you to climax when I do, can you do that for me,
Mark, can you hold off coming until I tell you to?" He shook his head, and I
said, "We'll see. If you climax too soon, Mistress Denise will be
disappointed, and when I'm disappointed, someone gets punished, so don't
disappoint me."

I placed the head of the dildo between my labia and slowly inserted it. "Hmm,"
I said, enjoying the sensation and looking Mark in the eye, "How big are you,
Mark?" I asked. He looked from my eyes to my pussy and back. "Don't know," I
asked, and then answered for him, "I'd say you're about seven inches." I slid
the dildo into my vagina approximately seven inches. He began to stroke
himself.

"I can barely feel this," I said, running the dildo in and out a few inches.
"This is as long as you but bigger, and I can barely feel it," I said. I
chuckled and said, "I'm going to treat myself to another three inches, Mark.
Ten inches, that's more than your little wife could handle." I slowly inserted
the shaft an additional three inches and then stroked myself with it.

Mark was stroking himself faster now and I said, "Careful, baby, don't climax
until I tell you, you don't want to make Mistress Denise mad, do you?" He
shook his head. And I said, "Good, now I'm going to insert the remaining three
inches into my pussy and then I'll turn it on." He looked at me and I laughed
as I pushed the dildo in until I could no longer hold it. "You didn't know
that this vibrates, did you?" I asked, and with my fingernail, I moved the
slide switch and the dildo purred. "Hmm," I said, and reached out and pulled
Mark towards me.

I still had my butt on the edge of the table, legs spread, as I brought the
man closer. He stopped fondling his cock and I took his shaft and guided him
to my pussy. As soon as the head of his penis made contact with the vibrating
dildo within me, he said, "Ahh, please, ahh, I can't hold it any longer,
mistress, I have to come." Mark climaxed, his ejaculate coating my quads and
pussy. I held him against my body, clutching his butt, his now semi-erect
penis still within me against the vibrator. "Hmm," I hummed enjoying the
sensation of having my vagina massaged. "Please, mistress, you're hurting me.
Banana, banana," Mark cried. I continued to clutch him against my chest as I
erupted. I sighed in his ear, and pushed him away.

With my vaginal muscles, I slowly worked the phallus from my pussy and turned
it off. "Pull it out and clean it," I told Mark, "Lick my cum from that
dildo." He looked down and slowly pulled the dildo free. "Go on," I said,
"Lick the cum from it." He did without saying a word or complaining.

I looked down at him as he licked my dildo, his penis flaccid. "I need to
shower," I said as I headed for the bathroom, "You may join me if you like."
He sat the dildo on the table and hurried after me. I adjusted the water
temperature and stepped into the shower. The suite had a tub as well as a
large shower that could accommodate two comfortably. "Wash my back," I said,
and when he was done with that he scrubbed every inch of me.

As I turned, I saw that he was semi-erect. "I don't mean to disappoint you,
but you need to shave that thatch around your cock," I said, "No woman wants
to deal with all that hair. Does your wife go down on you?" He shook his head.
"Well, that's probably why," I said, gesturing to his cock and hairy pubis. I
turned off the shower and stepped from the stall. "Dry me," I said. He blotted
my body with the hotels soft fluffy towels. When he was done I motioned for
him to stop. He replaced my towel and got a fresh one for him and began drying
himself as I stood in front of the toilet and urinated.

I glanced in the mirror. Mark had stopped toweling himself and was watching me
standing in front of the toilet. "I know, you've never seen a woman piss in a
toilet standing up, right," I asked. He shook his head and I chuckled almost
missing the bowl. "Well, I can," I said as I blotted my pussy with toilet
paper and flushed.

I padded back to the living room and got a pair of leopard print leggings from
my equipment bag. I put them over my muscular legs, the leggings fitting like
a second skin. "It's difficult to find clothes that fit properly," I said,
"when you're as tall as me and as muscular, regular clothing just doesn't
fit." I pulled out an XXL T-shirt and slipped it on, and then slipped into my
stilettos.

"Mistress," Mark said, "thank you." I smiled. "Thank you, baby," I said
putting my coat on and putting the dildo back into my bag. "If you ever come
to the west coast again, give me a call," I said. "And if you ever come to
Cincinnati, give me a call," he said, handing me his business card. I glanced
at it, smiled and said, "Maybe I could meet the wife, Mark, and show her what
I can do with my strap-on." He frowned. "I was just kidding," I said, and
headed for the door.

In September, I made a 'house call' to a friend of mine in Las Vegas. She was
competing in the Ms. Olympia contest, but I wasn't there for the contest. The
night before the contest, I wrapped on the door to her suite. My knock was
answered by her trainer, Max. "Hello, Max," I said as I entered, "is Jade
here?" "She's getting a final tan applied," Max said stepping aside.

The spacious suite was at the Venetian, near the Convention Center where the
contest would take place. Prejudging had already taken place earlier in the
day. The women's pro-category would take place tomorrow. Jade (not her real
name) had called me. I knew what she needed and was only too happy to help,
national contests like this one are both physically and emotionally taxing.

Jade was standing in a three-sided portable spray booth when I walked in,
naked, being 'tanned' by a woman with a spray gun. She smiled at me when she
saw me and held up a finger. The woman who was operating the spray gun said,
"Turn just a little." Jade turned and the woman sprayed her butt, moving first
one butt cheek and then the other to get the spray tan into her crack.

Jade is a 5'-2" powerhouse whose muscular physique makes her appear bigger.
She has placed first in numerous contests and, to her credit, not appeared in
any sex videos that some of her competitors have succumbed to.

"That should do it," the woman said as she stood up and began disconnecting
the spray gun from the air hose. "Thank you," Max said, beginning to
disassemble the spray booth. A man whom I didn't know put down a camera and
picked up a terry cloth robe. He held it open and Jade slipped her muscular
arms into the sleeves, and then tied the belt across her firm abs.

"Thank you for coming mistress," she said, turning to me, "I feel like I'm
ready to explode." I dropped my bag on the floor and brushed a strand of hair
behind her ear and said, "I know, baby, but Mistress Denise is here now and
I'll take care of you tonight."

"Ralph, Max," Jade said as the woman with the spray tan equipment made for the
door, "I'll need my privacy now." Ralph looked from me to Jade and said, "But
what about the photo shoot in the lobby, the cameraman is expecting you."
"Screw the cameraman," Jade said, "Mistress Denise and I need the night."
Ralph looked at Max and said, "Max, talk some sense into her, will you?" Max
looked at me and shrugged. I had known Max for a couple of years now, ever
since he had become Jade's trainer. Max was a former professional bodybuilder
who now trained others. He knew perfectly well what Jade needed and it wasn't
a photo op or a session in front of the cameras.

"Ralph," Max said, "Let's get out of here," and then turning to Jade, "We'll
be back in the morning." Max actually took Ralph by the arm and walked him to
the door. Jade waited for the door to shut and then padded to it and put the
safety chain on and threw the deadbolt locking the door. Coming back into the
main room, she untied the robe and tossed it on a chair. "What do you think,"
she asked turning around. Her skin was caramel color, and still glistened from
the application of the fresh spray tan. "It looks good," I said, stepping from
my ankle boots, "but she missed a spot." Jade said abruptly, "Where!" I
laughed and she said, "That wasn't funny."

I began to undress, removing my blouse and then unzipping my pants. I had
dressed casually for the one hour flight from Orange County. "You look
fantastic," I told Jade, "you're ripped." "I'll have to get rid of excess
water tomorrow before the show," she said, running a finger over her abs.
"Maybe we can get rid of some excess fluid tonight," I said, grabbing my bag
from the floor and putting it on a table. Jade smiled as I brought out my
strap-on and a dildo that had a realistic penis head on each end.

We went to her bedroom which had a king size bed, couch, table, chairs and a
treadmill. "Nice," I said, looking around. "Mistress," Jade said, "have you
ever thought about competing?" "No," I said, "I did once, years ago, but I
didn't place and was told by one judge that I would have finished higher in
the men's competition." "That must have hurt," Jade said. I laughed, "It did
at the time, but looking back, that judge was probably right." My muscle
structure and definition now could easily beat many of the male competitors.

Standing next to Jade, 'she looks like a smaller version of me', I thought.
"Are you ready," I asked. "More than ready," she said, "I can't tell you how
much I need you." I smiled and said, "You know most of the competitors are
having sex right now." "Yes, but they're not having sex with you, are they?"
she asked.

I picked up the strap-on and adjusted the straps across my hips and looked
down at the rubberized penis. 'It looks so real,' I thought, 'except for it
not being as dark as my coloring.' I looked at myself in profile in the
mirror. 'That judge was definitely right,' I thought, 'I look like a man, a
very muscular, well-endowed man.' I turned to Jade who was watching me. "Come
on stud," she said, "make love to the next Ms. Olympia." I pushed Jade back on
the bed and mounted her, sliding my 'cock' three or four inches into her.
"Ugh," she cried softly as I began thrusting and then withdrawing.

She wrapped her legs around my waist as I buried my 'shaft' in her. We moved
in unison and she whispered, "That's it, baby, that's it, make me come."
Moments later she had an orgasm and I slowed my pace.

I withdrew the dildo and stood up. She raised herself onto her elbows and
looked at me smiling, and then slid to the end of the bed and touched the wet
dildo with the tip of her tongue. I unfastened the strap-on and said, "Put
that pretty little mouth of yours to good use and suck my clit." Jade
initially kissed my clit and then ran her tongue along my labia and clit,
toying with it between her lips. I felt myself getting harder and I said, "I
need to climax, baby," and took the double headed dildo and crawled back onto
the bed.

For the next hour, Jade and I impaled ourselves on the rubberized dildo locked
between each other's legs. We each had multiple orgasms and eventually fell
asleep in each other's arms, spent.

The next morning, we were woken up by Max shaking Jade. "Time to get up,
Jade," he said, not being quiet. "Wh-what?" she asked. "We need to do the
photo shoot, you know, the one that didn't get done last night," he said,
"Hair and make-up are in the living room and Judy is bringing up bathing suits
and your posing suit." I rolled out of bed and stretched, nearly touching the
ceiling. Max stared and I said, "What, you've never seen a naked woman
before?" He looked away and said, "Time to get up, Jade," and left.

"It's time I go anyway," I said to Jade who was getting out of bed. "You're
not staying for the competition," she asked. "I'd love to, but I need to get
back, I just came for you," I said. "I'm glad you did," she said, "I feel much
more at ease now. Thank you." She wrapped her robe around her and walked to
the living room. I got dressed. I packed my sex toys into my equipment bag and
walked into the living room where Jade was getting her make-up and hair done
in front of a mirror.

"Good luck, baby," I said as I kissed her on the lips, our tongues touching.
"Thank you," she said, "and thank you for last night, you were amazing as
always." The make-up girls eyes widened and Jade and I laughed as I walked to
the door. Max held the door for me and I said, "She really is in the best
shape I've seen her in." "Thanks," he said, "I think so too," and he handed me
an envelope with my fee. I slipped it into the side pocket of my bag and
headed for the elevator.

My flight back to Orange County was uneventful with the exception of the
stares of both passengers and flight crew. I fly first class because of fewer
people and more leg room and on this particular flight, first class was only
half full.

"Excuse me, miss," the attractive flight attendant said, "are you a body
builder?" I smiled and said, "No, why?" She looked somewhat doubtful, but
said, "I know there's a show in Las Vegas this weekend and I thought you might
have been a competitor returning early." "No, I was visiting a friend who is
competing though," I said, trying to keep my answers short so that she would
leave. "Oh," the woman said, "I've always been impressed with women who
compete, but have never gotten the chance to meet one or talk to them." I
smiled, "I'm sure one will be on a flight if you're heading back to Vegas
soon." "Yes, yes I am," she said, "thanks," and turned and walked to the
galley.

On Sunday, I got a phone call from Jade. She had placed third in the
competition. She lost to two women who were a half-foot taller than her. I
hadn't stayed for the competition, but I can tell you Jade was ripped. It must
have been a close contest. I told my friend that I suspected it was a close
competition, maybe just a matter of a point or two, and that the next time,
she may take the whole thing.

If you enjoyed the story and think that Muscle Fan did a good job, drop him an
email at covert.1@hotmail.com (Muscle Fan). I'm sure he'd be happy to hear
from you and he will pass along whatever you would like to share with me.

Thank you, Mistress Denise and Muscle Fan