Muscle Dominatrix - Part 3
By Muscle Fan



My name is Mistress Alexandra and if you want to find out what I'm all about,
please read 'A Day in the Life of a Muscle Dominatrix' here in Diana's
Library. It's written by my friend 'Muscle Fan', one of my submissive
followers.

My last client of the evening was Gina Davenport. Gina is a 'random client'
meaning that she isn't on a particular schedule. Gina is an African-American
in her early 50's, well taken care of by her multi-million dollar husband,
Milton. She has two grown children although to look at her body you'd never
know it. Her short black hair is straight and falls nearly to her shoulders.

"God, mistress, you don't know how I need this," she said snaking her arms
around my waist and lightly touching my pubis. I can feel her silicon enhanced
tits against my back and her crotch against my butt. I smile and turn to face
her holding her against me.

Gina is five foot, nine inches tall and I can smell the scent of gardenia in
her hair. "Have you had a bad day, baby?" "More like a bad month," she says,
"Milton is cheating on me with some white twenty-something Barbie doll from
his office." "I'm sorry to hear that," I said, lifting her and letting my
fingers enter her anus. "Do you know this for a fact? What are you going to
do?" "I just don't know, I signed a pre-nuptial agreement before we were
married so if I divorce the son of a bitch, I'll be penniless." "And what
happens if he dies?" I ask as I insert a finger into her pussy and begin to
thrust in and out, slowly at first. She leans her head against my neck and
says, "I suppose I get his share of the company and, of course, the community
property. But Milton's only fifty-five and in perfect health."

"That's too bad," I tell her, "Where do Milton and this 'Barbie' meet up, not
in your bed surely." "No, that would be rubbing salt in the wound," and she
chuckles, "Actually, they meet at this hotel. I hope I don't run into them
when I leave." I laugh as I bring her to her first orgasm, "No chance of that,
my private elevator takes you right to the lobby, I doubt they're screwing
there." She laughs and moans as she nears her second orgasm.

"Let's go to the bedroom," I tell her, "You need to have a special evening."
She lies on the bed and I open a door on the armoire revealing a host of
dildos and strap on dildos. "How big can you handle"" I ask turning to look at
Gina on the bed. Her eyes wide, she can only point. Unsure, I reach for a ten
inch strapless dark brown dildo. I slip the small bulbous end into my pussy
and stand at the foot of the bed. "You're as dark as that cock," she says. I
look down hefting the phallus. "And nearly as dark as you," I tell her
kneeling between her legs.

I lower my hips and poise the head of the rubberized dildo just below her
small dark clit and begin to penetrate her. Gina gasps but doesn't tell me to
stop. Slowly I slide the dildo deeper. Now halfway in, I withdraw nearly bring
the tip out, but then slide deeper. I repeat this twice more until the ten
inches is entirely within her. I lower myself onto her and thrust slowly with
my hips. I can tell that she has first one orgasm and then another as I
increase my tempo.

"Ahh," she screams as I jackhammer her pussy. "What's the matter, baby," I
ask, "am I too much for you?" and I chuckle. She moans loudly as our pubis'
collide and as I near my own orgasm, she says, "Please mistress, no more."
With a final thrust driving the ten inch cock fully inside her, I explode.

We lay there joined together for several minutes catching our breath. "I don't
know who needed that more, you or I," I say. She licks her lips and says, "I-I
definitely needed that," Gina says, "That was a workout."

I slide the dildo from her and pull it free of my vagina. "Taste me," I tell
her and hold the short phallus to her lips. She takes it in her mouth and
sucks greedily. I take it from her and taste her cum from the ten inch end.
"Sweet," I tell her as I draw my tongue along the length of the rubberized
cock.

"All right, baby," I tell her, "time is up. Let me know how things go with
Milton." "With you screwing me like that, mistress, I don't think I need
Milton anymore," and she chuckles.

Once Gina leaves, I tidy up the penthouse, put away the dildo and dress and
leave a gratuity for the housekeeper. I don black spandex leggings and a black
crop top. I take the elevator to the parking garage and begin to exit the
structure when I see Milton Davenport's Bentley. I know it's his because of
the personalized 'Milton' license plate. 'Arrogant prick,' I think as I pull
in next to his car. I sit and wait.

A half hour passes and Milton exits the elevator, a tie hung loosely around
his neck, white shirt open at the collar wearing his suit jacket. He's a
handsome man, but his good looks are overshadowed by his cheating on Gina.

"Hello, Milton," I say stepping from between the Bentley and my car. He stops
abruptly and looks up. "Wh-hello," he says, "Do I know you?" I smile and
reply, "No, I'm a friend of your wife. Actually, I'm Gina's mistress." I let
that sink in and he says, "Mistress?" I take a step closer to him and flex my
arm. My twenty inch bicep explodes.

"Yes, mistress," I tell him, "she worships my muscles, running her hands over
them, makes love to them. A short time ago, we had sex where I brought her to
multiple orgasms. I'm sure it's been a long time since you've been able to
accomplish that." He tries to step around me, but I relax my arm and block his
advance.

"Gina has told me about you and your little piece of 'fluff'," I whisper in
her ear. "She's done with you and your cheating, Milty, done with the
embarrassment." He looks in my eyes and says, "We have a prenuptial agreement
that if she thinks she can divorce me, she won't get a dime," and he smiles. I
smile back and tell him, "Oh, she's not going to divorce you, bitch, she's
going to bury you." For a second the smile lingers but then it sinks in what I
just said and he opens his mouth to respond, but I quickly bring my knee up
smashing him in the groin. His breath escapes as he doubles over.

I grab his belt and push him head first into the rear of his Bentley. When he
slumps to the floor of the parking garage, there is a dent in the metal above
the wheel well.

Picking up the man, I put him in the passenger seat and fasten the seat belt
over him. I grab my tote bag from my car and then drive out of the parking
garage heading for a road that I know well. It's in the mountains overlooking
the city. I'm hoping that the place I have in mind is deserted as kids have
been known to use it as a 'lover's lane'.

It's close to midnight and the overlook on this mountainous road is empty. I
pull in and turn out the lights. I haven't seen another car in a half hour. I
get out and walk to the boulder that acts as a guard against cars going off
the cliff. I lift the rock and walk it about ten feet away. 'Not quite three
hundred pounds,' I think as I sit it down. Next, I transfer Milton, who is
still unconscious to the driver's seat. I don't bother to fasten the seat
belt.

I start the car and shift it into drive. The heavy Bentley rolls forward
slowly and as it does, I push the car door shut. It gains speed and as it does
the front wheels drop over the edge of the overlook. The large car now rests
on the edge of the cliff, but teeters and then disappears into the darkness.
For five seconds I hear nothing and then there is the screech of metal bending
and glass shattering. The sound lasts for twenty or thirty seconds until the
car, or what's left of it comes to rest at the bottom of a ravine. I look over
the edge but I can't see the car or the wreckage.

I take my cell from my tote bag and dial home. Tim picks up on the second
ring. I tell him where I am and then sit on the boulder I moved to wait for
him. 'That should take care of Gina's problem,' I think, 'I just wish I could
have crushed a few ribs or his testes, broken a jaw or his arm or leg, but
that would have caused too big of an investigation. At least now it will look
like he simply lost control of the car and driven over the edge.'

Tim pulls up in his car and I climb in. "Home, mistress?" he asks. "No, back
to the penthouse, I have to pick up my car." He nods and doesn't ask what I'm
doing alone alongside a road late at night or how I got there. That's what I
like about Tim, that and his large thick cock, of course. We drive in silence
until we pull into the parking structure.

"I'll see you at home, baby," I tell him opening the door and stepping out,
"be ready for me." He smiles and says, "Always, mistress," and drives off. Tim
loves to service me and tonight my libido is in overdrive.

Three days pass and I get a call from Gina. It's midafternoon and I'm lying on
a chaise by the pool, the sun beating down on my naked muscular body. I've
already done my weight training and swam twenty laps in the pool. "Mistress,
Milton's dead," she tells me. "Is that good or bad?" I ask. She hesitates and
says, "Well, both I suppose. In a way I'll miss him, the boys will I'm sure,
but with his affair, I'm glad he's gone." "Then it all worked out," I tell
her. She hesitates and then asks, "Did you have anything to do with this?"
"Gina, let's just say that your problem with a cheating husband has been
resolved and leave it at that. Do you want to schedule an appointment?" She
did and the matter never came up after that.

Today, Gina is happy and rich having sold Milton's business interest to his
rivals. She's still one of my valued customers visiting two to three times a
month. No regrets on either of our parts.

I got an on-line appointment from Byron Palmer. I checked him out and saw that
he owned a car dealership in an adjacent county. I quoted him a fee of two
thousand dollars and he accepted. He doesn't complain and I set the
appointment for this coming Friday night at eight o'clock. Thursday afternoon,
I get a call on my cell while I'm by the pool. 'Unknown caller' the screen
reads. Normally I would ignore the call but for some reason I answer. "Hello."
"Y-yes, is this Alex?" the woman asks. "Who is this?" "Ah, hello, ah, my name
is Debbie, Debbie Palmer, Byron's wife," she says, "I, ah, got your name and
number off of Byron's computer. I know he's going to see you tomorrow night,
but I wanted to tell you something." "Uh-huh," I say, "What's that?" I think
that she wanted to tell me that he's married, which I assumed, most of my male
clients are.

"Do you facetime?" she asks. "Yes, what's this all about?" "Please, just
facetime, you'll see," she replies. We switch to facetime. The image I'm
looking at is one of a woman with a split lip and black eye. "I can tell by
your expression, Alex, may I call you that, that you see what Byron is capable
of," she says, "I'm going to meet with an attorney while he's out of town."

"Please, call me Mistress Alex; I'm sure you know what my line of work is. I'm
sorry your husband did that to you," I tell her, "but before you meet with an
attorney, please hear me out." I tell her what I have in mind and she
reluctantly agrees to meet with me before Byron's appointment.

Debbie Palmer gets to my penthouse an hour before her husband. She has put
concealer on her bruised eye and lip gloss covers the split in her lip. She is
petite, not much over five feet tall and no more than one hundred pounds. I
show her into my suite.

She looks around the penthouse and then fixes her gaze on me. I'm wearing a
pair of lounging pajama bottoms and an off the shoulder bare midriff peasant
blouse. "I think you're bigger than the photos on your website," she says. I
chuckle, "They were taken some time ago. I've added a few pounds of muscle
since then," I tell her. "Do you still want to go through with this," I ask.
She nods. "I'm tired of his abuse, with Byron out of the picture, I can move
on with my life, but are you sure you can handle him?" "I can, but I want to
humiliate him too," I say. She smiles and says, "I'd like that." "Once I
start, there's no going back," I tell her. "I understand," she says. I nod,
"When we leave here, I'll follow you in my car, you can come back once you're
done with the police and pick up Byron's car." She nods and says, "It will
have to look like a home invasion." I smile. "Not a problem," I tell her, "I
hope you're up to it." "Not a problem," she assures me.

Debbie is in the bedroom closet when her husband arrives. "Hi," I say, and the
man inhales audibly as he looks at me from head to foot. I flex a double bicep
pose and watch as his eyes widen. "These girls are twenty inches," I tell him,
"would you like to feel them?" He nods and begins to reach for my biceps but I
step back and tell him, "Not until you put the appointment fee on the
credenza," I tell him. He's quick to pull the money from his wallet. I smile
and tell him, "Let's go into the bedroom." He's only too eager.

"Get undressed and lie on the bed, baby," I tell him. While he's undressing I
remove several silk ties from the dresser. He crawls up on the bed and I take
his wrist and tie it firmly to the headboard. "What are you doing," he asks
trying to pull away. "I just want you to enjoy the show and not play with
yourself," I tell him, "I'll finish you off myself." He smiles at this and
allows me to tie his other wrist. I then tie his ankles to the footboard. I
glance at his flaccid penis and give it a playful nudge with one finger.
"Let's see if we can arouse 'Mr. Happy,'," I tell him and remove my pajama
bottoms and top.

Now at the foot of the bed I flex my muscles, again with the double bicep pose
and then expanding my chest, and finally tensing my trapezius. Byron now has
an erection of sorts. His cock can't be more than five inches, but I take it
between my thumb and forefinger and stroke it. 'This isn't anything to give
up,' I think, 'I wonder if Debbie can handle anything bigger.' I squeeze a
little harder and Byron lets out a grunt and the grimace on his face tells me
that I hurt him, 'Good,' I think, 'but that's not the least of the pain you're
going to feel.'

Releasing my grip on his cock, I stand at the side of the bed and with my feet
spread, stroke my 'she cock'. Byron watches in amazement as my clit grows from
an inch and one half to four and one half inches. "What's the matter, baby,
feeling a little inferior?" I ask him, "I'll bet your wife would rather suck
my meaty clit than that shrimp of a cock." "Wh-what," he says, "Debbie loves
to suck my meat!" I laugh. "Well, suppose we ask her," and I walk to the
closet and open the door.

"I suppose you heard all that," I ask, "so which is it, would you prefer to
suck his sorry cock or my meaty clit?" We hadn't discussed the specifics on
how we were going to humiliate her husband, so the question took her by
surprise. She looked from her naked husband to my erect clit. "I've, I've
never, ah," she began. "What," I ask, "sucked a clit or seen one this big?"
"B-both," she stammered. I laughed and said, "That's alright, I'll take it
slow, now get undressed." "She looked in my eyes and for a moment I didn't
think she would but then she began to undress.

"Debbie, please, you don't have to do this," Byron said, craning his neck to
look at his wife. "Shut up, bitch," I said and quickly walked to the side of
the bed and slapped him. A faint trickle of blood ran down his jaw.

When I turned, Debbie stood with an arm across her breasts and a hand covering
her pubis. 'Sweet,' I thought. I removed her arms placing them at her side and
stepped back. "You have a very nice body, baby," I said and ran a finger down
her chest to her navel and then cupped her genitals. "Small clit," I said
running a finger between her labia. She threw her head back and moaned softly.

I grasped her by her ribs and lifted her so that her hips straddled mine, the
head of my clit between her labia. "Do you want me to fuck you?" I asked
bluntly. "Hm-hmm," she murmured. I put her on the foot of the bed between her
husband's legs, her hair covering his cock, and thrust my clit into her.
Slowly I moved my hips and soon she was gasping to catch her breath. "Is that
good, baby?" I asked and she could only nod as I brought her to first one
orgasm and then another.

"My turn," I said, withdrawing from her. "Get on your knees and suck my
she-cock. I need to climax and you're going to swallow all of my cum." Her
eyes widened as she slipped from the bed and knelt on the floor. Byron again
craned his neck so he could see us as I placed a hand behind his wife's head
and drew her to my waiting clit.

"Hmm," I hummed as Debbie tongued and sucked my clit. "For never having gone
down on a woman before, you're doing good, baby." I thrust my hips and minutes
later, climaxed sending a stream of cum into her mouth and face. I held her
against my crotch until I was drained and then released her. She sank to the
carpet spent.

I looked at Byron who was wide eyed. I stepped onto the bed between his legs
and then straddled his hips, cum still dripped form my pussy, beads landing on
his cock and scrotum. "Your wife really got me off," I told him, "but now I
need to finish you off." I looked down as he exploded, sending a small geyser
of cum arcing from his cock. I laughed and said, "You couldn't hold off, could
you? Well, that's alright, you won't need that anymore."

With that, I placed a foot on his crotch and taking his cock between my big
and second toe, squeezed. "Oww," he cried, "please, you're crushing me." I
laughed and said, "That's the idea, bitch." I applied more pressure as I
stepped down harder. He twisted trying to evade my foot and loosen my hold on
his cock.

Debbie got to her feet and walked to the side of the bed. "I never thought it
would come to this, Byron," she said, "Maybe you have 'mommy issues', but
whatever it is, I can't take your beatings anymore. Mistress Alex is going to
help me." She looked up at me and I stepped from the bed and kissed her full
on the lips exploring her mouth with my tongue.

"You cunt, when I get out of this, I'm going to give you the beating of your
life," he said. I turned to him and slapped him across the face. This opened
up the cut I had already inflicted and he began to bleed once more. "Get me a
towel," I told Debbie. She went to the bathroom and returned moments later
with a hand towel. I wadded one corner and stuffed it into Byron's mouth for a
gag.

"There, now a little peace and quiet," I said as I took his scrotum in the
palm of my hand and slowly squeezed. He thrashed as I increased my grip and
began to sob and moan as I crushed his manhood. Soon his scrotum resembled a
crushed ripe plum, its purplish color lying flaccid on the bed between his
legs. The man has passed out.

Debbie ran a hand over my back while her other hand explored my abdominals.
"Do you like my muscles, baby?" I asked. "Oh, yea, Mistress Alex," she said. I
chuckled and said, "Watch," and put a thumb on one of Byron's ribs and began
pressing down. "Listen," I tell her. Seconds later there is an audible crack
as I break a rib.

"Is he dead?" she asks behind me, her cheek pressed against my back. "Not yet,
help me untie him." Debbie and I untie her husband's bindings. "What are you
going to do now?" she asks. I smile and roll Byron onto the floor where he
hits with a thud. I roll him on his back and lay next to him, dragging his
body between my legs. I interlock my ankles and slowly begin to constrict my
quads. His mouth open involuntarily and his breath escapes.

"The rib cage is so fragile," I explain to her, "and no match for my legs."
She watches, mesmerized as I crush the man's chest. In the last minute I can
feel his heart beating wildly against my inner thigh as I continue to crush
him. Finally his lower body convulses and he goes limp. "It's done," I tell
Debbie, "get dressed." We both dress and I hoist Byron's body over my
shoulder.

I take the back stairwell and deposit his body in the trunk of Debbie's car.
"I'll follow you," I tell her and we exit the parking structure.

Debbie lives in a sprawling one-story. She pulls into the garage and closes
the door before I unload Byron from the trunk. Lifting him over my shoulder
once again, I carry him into the house. "Do you have a safe," I ask. She
hesitates and then says, "Yes, in the master bedroom." "Perfect," I say
following her to the back of the house where I dump Byron on the floor. "Open
the safe." She enters the walk in closet and turns the dial on the safe. She
opens the door and steps aside. "Good, now get undressed." "Must I," she asks.
"It will look like the robbers forced you to disrobe," I tell her.

I gather a watch, necklace, a ring and some cash from the safe. "I'll give
this back to you when you come to the penthouse," I tell her. I put the
jewelry and cash in a pillow case I strip from the bed. She nods. "Now, I hate
to do this," and I hit her in the ribs, breaking one or two and follow that
blow with a left to her jaw that knocks her out.

I quickly leave the house after laying her body next to her husband. I pull
out drawers from the chest of drawers and over turn them, knock over and end
table and dislodge the mattress from the box springs.

Several days later, Debbie comes by the penthouse and retrieves her jewelry.
"I'm sorry I had to hit you, baby," I tell her, "I hope the police believed
your story. "They did," she says between swollen lips, "why didn't you tell me
you were going to hit me." "I wanted it to be a surprise." I run a thumb along
her lips and then kiss her, exploring her mouth with my tongue. When I pull
away, I say, "Besides, I knew you were tough."

Debbie and I still get together on occasion. She enjoys oiling my muscles and
exploring my vagina with her capable tongue. She got a nice settlement from
Byron's life insurance and liquidated his business. 'Another abusive husband
taken off the streets,' I think to myself as I reach an orgasm.

If you enjoyed 'Muscle Dominatrix - Part 3', please let me know at
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Thanks,

Muscle Fan