My Muscle Goddess, Xenia - Lesson Learned
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com



A Short Story

I'm writing this at the urging, or rather, demand, of my mistress, Xenia. She
would like for me to chronicle an episode that took place recently. She makes
no apology, but wishes to advise you that what you are about to read is
extremely violent; but given that you are all frequent readers of stories on
this site, knows that you will appreciate what she is about to tell you.

Xenia is a tall, muscular Amazon. She wasn't always a muscle goddess, but
through years of constant training, hard training, she wishes me to say, she
has developed into the woman that most men and women desire and some fear. She
has a lot of followers, subservient to her needs and desires. She is an
excellent judge of character and can tell in a second who lusts after her and
who doesn't.

Her business ventures are varied and financially successful. She has a pay to
view website on-line, where her clients can watch as she flexes her huge
muscles, demonstrates her amazing strength or humiliates one of her subjects.
She also sells videos, still pictures and her discarded workout gear and
panties, on the rare occasion that she wears them. One of my jobs living with
Xenia is to collect, package and ship these items to her fans.

Another business venture is loaning money to those who need cash quickly. This
is handled through a 'front man', Robert, who dispenses and collects the money
owed. It is this business venture that Xenia is having me write about.

A client, who had borrowed money from Robert, was behind on her payment.
Robert's effort to collect the debt was unsuccessful. He explained this to
Xenia over the phone, but I could see her muscles tense as she listened to
Robert on her office speaker phone. "And did you tell Barbara that something
unpleasant would happen if she didn't have the money by Friday?" Xenia asked.
"Yes, mistress," Robert said, "I was very clear."

It was now Thursday afternoon. I was a little surprised that Xenia seemed to
be taking all this in stride. As she listened she sat at her desk, idly
flexing her biceps. She watched as the mountain of muscle swelled and then
subsided. She ran an index finger along the bulge, and then traced a thick
vein as Robert droned on about how Barbara had repaid on time before and that
he felt she was good for the loan.

As Robert stopped talking, Xenia said, "OK, give me her address," and she
nodded at me. I took down the information that he gave and then Xenia said,
"I'll be in touch, Robert, let me know this time tomorrow if Barbara has the
money and if she doesn't, I'll take care of it, and you can tell her I won't
be gentle." Without a good-bye, Xenia hit the disconnect button ending the
call as Robert was about to say something else.

"I hope she doesn't have the money," Xenia said as she pushed her chair away
from the desk and stood up. I jumped to my feet immediately. "My 'girls' need
to be pleasured," she said as she cupped each of her large firm breasts.
Xenia's bare chest was striated with muscle. Her 'girls' as she called them
were rounded orbs, the size of small melons, with dark areolae and firm
nipples. She teased her right nipple with an index finger and it seemed to
lengthen. She chuckled to herself as if she mentally told herself a joke.

"Come, Jack, I need to post a new video on line," Xenia said as she headed for
her 'studio'. I followed behind, watching my mistress' butt sway with each
stride she took. Her ass was firm and round, but not what you would call a
'bubble butt.' Her quads were larger than most men's and her calf muscles
bulged, in part because of the stiletto pumps she wore, her only article of
clothing.

We entered her studio and she turned on the lights, checking to make sure that
there were no shadows cast on the raised platform covered by a leopard print
fur. Xenia's studio was state of the art as was her computer system. Several
high resolution cameras were positioned to take shots from various angles of
her once she was 'on stage' as she called it.

For the next twenty minutes she adjusted settings on the cameras, sound
equipment and lighting while I assembled the props she instructed me to fetch.
I gathered sex toys, panties, fishnet stockings, a large dildo and several
pieces of hardware that she would use in this afternoons performance. Standing
behind the raised platform with both hands on her hips, she surveyed the
studio. "Good," she said, satisfied with the way things looked, "I'm going to
get ready. You know what to do. I want tonight's performance to give our
audience something to remember, something that will make them cum in their
pants." I didn't say anything, but I doubted whether anyone viewing Xenia's
performance would even have their pants on.

She went into a dressing room and emerged minutes later clad in skin tight
black leggings that looked like a second skin. They were low rise, which
allowed an unobstructed view of her rock hard eight-pack abs. Over her bare
chest, she wore a pale blue blouse that was tied in front. She had replaced
the strappy stilettos for a pair of black boots that had a 3-inch heel and ran
to nearly her knees. "How do I look?" she asked me, with a sly grin on her
face.

Before I could reply she said, "I can tell by that semi-erection you're
sporting that you like what you see, Jack." I tore my eyes away from Xenia
long enough to look at my penis which was now 'standing at attention.' She
chuckled and said, "Be careful you don't run into something with that, it
belongs to me you know," and in fact, it did belong to her. I belonged to her.
Even though I could leave Mistress Xenia at any time, I stayed.

"OK, roll the tape, Jack," Xenia said as she walked off towards the dressing
room. I began the recording equipment and said softly, "Action." Mistress
Xenia entered from where she had gone, walking slowly, carrying a riding crop.
As she approached the front of the stage, she tapped her right boot with the
tip of the crop, it making a crack when it came in touch with the leather.

"Good evening," she said looking directly at the camera, a smile on her face.
"I trust that you have been thinking of me," and she snapped the riding crop
against her boot. "I've certainly been thinking of you," and again, she
snapped the crop against her boot. "I've been thinking of what sissy's you all
are," snap, "how weak and pathetic you are," again a snap. "I've been thinking
of how much pleasure I would have if I could take my riding crop to each of
your asses," and she snapped the crop hard once again against her boot. "But I
know you all," snap, "you secretly want me to whip your ass," snap, "yet you
don't deserve it," and she gave her boot one final snap, and tossed the whip
aside.

She raised her arms and placed her hands behind her head. "It's hot with all
of these lights," she said, "bear with me while I take this blouse off. It's
much too confining." She inhaled and her chest swelled. As she brought her
arms in front of her, her biceps swelled as well and there was a faint ripping
sound as the sleeve material began to tear away from the body of the shirt.
Wordlessly she flexed her mighty biceps and moved her arms until the material
tore free. She pulled first one sleeve off her arm, and then the other.

Again, Xenia expanded her chest until the buttons holding the shirt together
could not bear the strain any longer. Buttons popped and the shirt hung open
exposing her massive chest and beautiful breasts. She exhaled and reaching
behind her head, pulled the neck of the shirt over her head as she would a
sweater. She tossed the tattered remains aside.

Now bare chested, Xenia ran her hands slowly over her torso. "I love how I
feel," she said, and squeezed her nipples between thumbs and forefingers.
"Even my nipples have muscles," she said and chuckled. She reached behind her
and took a steel bar about an inch in diameter from the platform. The shaft
was about 3-foot long and grasping it at each end she said, "Watch what your
mistress can do."

Her biceps exploded and the veins in her forearms expanded. Xenia bent the bar
in half so that the tips nearly touched. Smiling at the camera she said
softly, "Did you like that, you wimps?" She tossed the bar in the same
direction as her torn shirt, it landing with a clatter on the concrete floor.

She turned and picked a common clay brick off the stand. Holding it in her
right hand, her thumb almost touched her middle finger. "For all you men out
there, pretend that this brick is your pathetic penis and balls," and she
gradually squeezed the brick. At first it didn't appear that anything was
happening, but slowly the clay began to fall from her massive palm until it
broke into pieces. Through clenched teeth she said, "This is what I could do
to you, you worthless little shits." Xenia opened her hand letting the
remaining pieces of brick fall to the floor. She laughed and said, "And for
all you women watching your mistress, I could destroy those pathetic bags you
call tits." She rubbed her clay covered hands across her breasts, coating them
with the red dust that had once been a clay brick.

"Now Mistress Xenia needs to pleasure herself, so, sit back and enjoy the
show," she said, "Feel free to log on and purchase any of the items I've used.
Buy one of my videos or a few of my still photos. I'll autograph them and
Jack, my boy, will get them right out to you." I started the music, and
Mistress Xenia began to sway her hips in sync with the tune. As she sat on the
platform, she unzipped the side of her boots and began to remove them slowly.
"Oh," she said, "one more thing. Feel free to pleasure yourself as well," and
she flashed a bright smile as she swung her legs up onto the leopard print
fabric.

She laid down on the platform and raising her hips from the surface, slid her
leggings down her legs and off. Rolling on her side to face the camera, she
picked up three golf balls. Each bore her logo and the words, 'Mistress X'.
She raised her right leg up, pointing her toe towards the ceiling and inserted
first one ball, then a second and finally the third into her vagina. "Hmm,"
she cooed, "That feels good. Mistress Xenia," she said into the camera,
"doesn't play golf, you know, but I love to play with balls." And she laughed
again, a deep throaty laugh.

She ran a hand across her firm abdominals and down to her clit. She spread her
labia and with her index finger massaged her clitoris. "Hmm," she moaned
softly, now stroking herself. She slowed her stroking and with thumb and index
finger retrieved a golf ball. Holding it between index finger and thumb, she
examined the ball, and then brought it to her lips and kissed it. She sat it
on the edge of the platform. Reaching into her vagina with her long fingers,
she removed the second ball. As she held the ball, she extended her long
tongue and licked the dimpled surface. "Hmm," she cooed, "I just love the
taste of my juices." Once she had licked the orb clean of her cum, she sat the
ball beside the other. Looking into the camera lens again, Xenia said, "Now
watch what a true muscle goddess can do." She once more clenched her teeth and
tightened her abs, bringing her knees up to her chest, holding them there for
a full minute. Slowly she stretched out and raised her leg skyward. She
inserted her finger and thumb again into her vagina and retrieved the final
golf ball. When she removed it, she smiled at the camera, and then held it up
for the viewers to see. The normally spherical ball was now deformed and
flattened on two sides.

"I've conditioned not only my outward muscles, but also my internal muscles,"
Xenia said, looking at the flattened ball. "My vaginal muscles are vise like,
so, if any of you assholes still have a hard-on out there, consider what I
could do to you with just my pussy," and she laughed.

"Your mistress has had enough foreplay, you pansy-asses," and she produced the
large battery operated dildo. The soft rubberized phallic was about a foot
long and 2-inches in diameter. Xenia looked from the dildo to the camera and
back to the rubberized shaft. She then positioned it at her vagina, teasing
her clit. "Hmm," she cooed once more, "I love a big cock," and slid the dildo
home, and then proceeded to stroke herself. Her eyelids closed as she lost
herself in her own lust and pleasure.

As she moved the shaft in and out, she brought herself to orgasm sending a
stream of cum to the left of the stage. Her movements slowed and she withdrew
the dildo, switching it off. Again, she licked the length of the shaft with
her tongue, and then smiling at the camera said, "Now that's sweet. Have a
good night my pets, I'll see you tomorrow night."

I turned off the camera and the audio equipment. "What did you think," Xenia
asked me as I reached up to shut down the stand lights. "You're amazing,
mistress, I'm sure we'll have a lot of orders for these things as well as your
videos." I was collecting the tattered shirt, the golf balls, which were still
damp, and her leggings.

"Finish up in here," she said, "I'm going to shower. When you're done, come
see me," and then she padded off towards her bedroom. 'Sometimes,' I thought,
'she's insatiable.'

The following day, Friday, Xenia received a call from Robert. His client,
Barbara, was still having problems getting the money together to repay the
loan. "I'll have a word with her," Xenia said, and as she had before, hung up
before Robert could say anything further.

"Get dressed, Jack," Mistress Xenia told me, "We have to make a house call."
We drove in silence to Barbara's house, a modest bungalow in a middle class
neighborhood. Standing on the front porch, Xenia knocked on the door and
failing to get a response, rang the bell.

She stepped back and looked at the door, then walked to the driveway and
followed it to the rear of the house. "See if there's a car in the garage."
The garage door had windows near the top and I looked in. The garage was bare.
I shook my head. She turned her attention back to the door and grasping the
knob, she pulled, tearing the lock from the door jamb. I followed Xenia into
the kitchen.

She walked through the kitchen into the dining room, the living room and along
a hallway to the back of the house. The first room we came to was a home
office with desk, executive chair, computer and a file cabinet in the corner.
The second was obviously a guest bedroom that looked as if it hadn't been used
in some time. At the end of the hall was the master bedroom. The d'cor was
dark Mediterranean; chest of drawers, nightstands, king size bed and a long
dresser with a mirror mounted above it.

A cursory inspection of the walk in closet revealed only a minimal amount of
men's clothing. It was the same when Xenia looked in the dresser drawers. It
appeared that Barbara lived alone. One entire drawer was devoted to underwear;
board shorts, briefs, thongs, prints, plain and all sorts of fabrics. One
drawer was devoted to bathing suits, even though the house had no pool. She
had bikinis, one-piece, thongs and micro-kini's. In the bottom drawer of one
nightstand we found various vibrators, a dildo, a pair of handcuffs and a
strap on dildo. Xenia lifted this last item out by one strap and held it up,
the strap falling across one finger. "This may come in handy," she said.

We both turned to the bedroom door as we heard a key in the front door.
Neither of us moved as we stood listening. We heard footsteps on the tiled
floor, and then nothing, as I assumed that the woman of the house had removed
her shoes.

We heard the unmistakable sound of soft footsteps now, coming down the hall.
As the woman entered the bedroom, she was looking down at her blouse,
unbuttoning it. Glancing up, her blouse partially open, she gasped seeing
Xenia and I, and instantly put a hand to her mouth.

"Hello, Barbara," Xenia said, "I'm Mistress Xenia and this is Jack." The
woman's eyes traveled back and forth between Xenia and me. "Wh-what do you
want?" she said from behind her hand that shielded her mouth.

"What we want is to impress upon you that you need to pay your debts," Xenia
said, "on time." Barbara, I noticed, was a petite five-foot tall with long
brown hair and cream colored breasts beneath the black bra which was visible
under her open blouse. Glancing at me, she pulled her blouse together in an
effort to conceal her breasts.

Xenia moved with cat-like quickness, as she advanced on the cowering woman.
Now standing in front of her, it appeared that Barbara was even smaller. Xenia
stood six and a half foot tall in bare feet, but with the three inch heels she
had on, she was huge compared to the petite woman. "What's the matter my
little mouse?" Xenia said, "Cat got your tongue?" and my muscle goddess
laughed.

"Please," Barbara pleaded, "I'll do anything. I'll get you the money. Please."
"You're right," Xenia said, "You will get me my money and you will do
anything. Anything I tell you to do." Xenia smiled, and then slowly reached
forward and bunched the front of Barbara's blouse in her right hand. Without
so much as a grimace, she lifted the woman off the floor bringing her up to
eye level with her. Xenia held her there for a full minute before lowering her
slowly to the floor.

"Get undressed," Xenia told her. "What, what," Barbara said, looking quickly
at me and then back to Xenia. "I said, get undressed or I'll undress you
myself, Barbara," the muscle goddess said, "and don't mind Jack, he's just
going to watch, aren't you, Jack?" "Yes, mistress," I replied. I hadn't moved
since Barbara entered the room.

Barbara hesitated, but then began to unbutton her skirt. Slowly she removed
her blouse and now stood clad only in her black bra and panties. She stood
with one arm across her chest. Xenia looked down at the woman and then stepped
even closer and looked as if she were going to hug her, but rather unsnapped
the woman's bra. "Take it off, Barbara," my goddess commanded. She slid the
bra from her shoulders and quickly tossed it on the bed, but just as quickly
cupped her breasts, one with each hand.

"Now the panties," Xenia said. The woman didn't move and as time ticked by,
Xenia reached forward and tore the panties down the front. She did this as if
she were tearing a scrap of paper in half. The remnant fell to the floor. As
the fabric fell away, she quickly tried to cover herself with one hand, while
trying also to cover her chest.

"What are you embarrassed about," Xenia said as she unzipped the leather
mini-skirt she was wearing. She allowed it to fall to the floor and stepped
out of it. Then, crossing her arms in front of her and grasping the hem of her
T-shirt, she brought it over her head in one movement. She allowed it to fall
on top of the skirt, and placed a hand on each hip. Barbara's eyes widened as
they took in Xenia's magnificent body. Her skin was the color of walnut,
unmarred by a tan line, and she looked as if she were chiseled from stone.
There was no droop to her breasts and her nipples were erect as she said, "Do
you like what you see, Barbara?" The woman merely stood there with her mouth
open slightly, eyes wide.

"You want me, don't you, Barbara?" Xenia asked, and I wasn't surprised when
she slowly nodded her head. Xenia smiled and said, "I thought so, so here's
what I'm going to do; I'm going to use your strap-on to screw you, and then
you're going to service my pussy so that I can come in your mouth, do you
understand?" Barbara nodded, as Xenia stepped into the straps of the strap-on.
She adjusted the side straps and stood with the phallic pointing toward
Barbara.

What happened next was quick. Xenia literally manhandled the woman, or perhaps
I should say, 'woman-handled' her as she bent her over the foot of the bed and
roughly entered her from behind, thrusting the head of the shaft deep into
Barbara's vagina. The woman let out a gasp followed by soft moaning and Xenia
began to slowly thrust her powerful hips in and out.

My goddess bent forward, taking hold of the woman's hair and loudly whispered,
"Do you like that? Do you like my cock, bitch," and then she chuckled. Her
movements quickened and I was riveted to the pair not more than two feet away.
I felt myself becoming erect and glance up only to see Xenia looking at me, a
smile on her face. My mistress nodded briefly and I quickly dropped my pants.

Still clutching Barbara's hair, she guided her open mouth to my shaft and the
three of us moved in unison. Within minutes I knew I was nearing climax.
Barbara gagged as I exploded and withdrew, sending the final drops of cum on
her cheek.

Xenia slowed her pace and let go of the woman's hair. Barbara fell forward,
collapsing on the bed, breathing hard. As she lay there trying to catch her
breath, Xenia removed the strap-on. "You're not done yet, bitch," the muscle
mistress said, "You've got to service your mistress." She rolled the woman
onto her back and then kneeling on the bed, walked forward on her knees until
her vagina was above Barbara's face.

She lowered herself to the woman's face and said, "Get that worthless tongue
busy, cunt, I want you to lick me until I come and then take every last drop
of my cum, do you understand?" There was a muffled sound that I could only
take as a 'yes', and Xenia began to rhythmically move her hips.

I had seen Xenia grind her pelvis into other 'subjects', breaking the nose of
one unfortunate individual and breaking out a couple of teeth from another. I,
myself, have had the pleasure of servicing my mistress, so I knew that she
could sustain her pre-orgasm elation for an hour or more. She not only
exhibited total control over others, but also herself as well.

Perhaps another ten or fifteen minutes past when Xenia said softly, "I'm going
to climax, my pet, and if you take all of my cum and swallow it, I'll go easy
on you, but if you spill any of my juices, I'll have to punish you." And with
that she lifted herself slightly from Barbara's face allowing her to take in
great gulps of air. She fingered her clit and within minutes shot a steady
stream of her 'love juice' into the woman's mouth. Barbara, gulped greedily,
whether having fallen under the spell of Xenia and her muscles or whether out
of shear fear, I didn't know.

"Very good," Xenia said as she dismounted the exhausted Barbara. "Here's the
deal," Xenia continued, "you will work off your balance due me. Contact Robert
and he'll set you up with a few tricks. You now know what it's like and how
tough life can be on the streets turning tricks, so don't screw up, do you
understand?" "Yes," Barbara said softly and I watched a tear run down her
cheek as she looked up at her muscle goddess. "Good," Xenia said as she zipped
up her mini-skirt. "I'm going to leave you with one last remembrance." Xenia
went to the dresser drawer that held Barbara's panties and selected a satin
bikini pair. She rolled them into a ball and hiking the hem of her leather
skirt up, inserted them into her vagina. The woman was focused on Xenia's
clit. "Take them out and put those panties in your mouth," Xenia said, "and
remember how good I taste. That's the good mistress, but if I need to come
back, I won't be as nice as I was, I'll be the bad mistress." She picked up a
straight back wooden chair that was against the wall by the door and holding
the ladder back against her massive chest, reduced it to splinters, allowing
the pieces to fall to the floor. "Do I make myself clear?" she asked.

"Yes, mistress," Barbara said from the bed in a muffled voice, the panties
still in her mouth.

Xenia pulled the T-shirt over her head and looked at me. "Come on, Jack, I
need to get home and feel that cock of yours inside me," and she turned to the
bedroom door to leave. I shuttered involuntarily remembering what she had done
to the brick and the golf ball earlier. 'I hope she's gentle,' I thought as I
hurriedly followed behind her.

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