My Muscle Mistress - Fitting In
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com



As I reached the top of the stairs, it dawned on me that I didn't know which
room was Maya's. I stood looking down first one corridor, and then another. I
was about to go downstairs in search of Maya when Sergio came out of a room.

"Where is Maya's room," I asked as he got to the staircase. He looked at her
clothes that I was carrying and said, "That corridor, first door on the left,"
pointing. "Thanks," I said and started in the direction he indicated. "Good
luck," he said after me and I turned to look at him, but he had already
started down the staircase.

I knocked, but got no response. I knew Maya was downstairs somewhere, so I
entered and immediately taken by the size of the room. While my bedroom was
generous, this was perhaps three times as big. At one end was a large bed
which appeared to be larger than a king size, a dresser, vanity, armoire and a
nightstand. At the other end of the room was a large desk with a computer and
monitor, a four-drawer file cabinet, credenza and a low bookcase. All of the
furniture seemed to match or was custom made. Where I stood was a sitting area
with a couch, coffee table and several club chairs.

I went to the nearest door and opened it. This led to a large walk in closet.
Four shelves with shoes perfectly aligned were along one wall. An empty space
where the stilettos I held were to go. I sat the shoes in their space and
looked at the skirts that were hanging on a rod. They were arranged by length
and color and I found an empty hanger where the leather mini-skirt I held
went. I spotted where the blouse went and replaced it as well. 'For someone
who is naked most of the time', I thought, 'Maya has an extensive wardrobe.'

I heard the door open and close and stepped from the closet. Maya looked at me
and I said, "I was hanging up your things, Maya." She did not acknowledge that
but rather said, "Get undressed."

I kicked my shoes and socks off and removed my shirt and pants. I was about to
remove the black panties that I wore but Maya said, "Leave them." Slowly she
came to me and cupped my cock in her hand. "I love the feel of satin," she
breathed in my ear and her tongue flicked my earlobe. She took my earlobe
between her teeth and bit playfully.

"Because you're not yet ready for a woman like me," she said, "I'm going to
play with myself. You may watch, but don't come and don't touch yourself, do
you understand?" I nodded.

With a hand on my chest, she gently pushed me into a chair. She padded to her
armoire and returned with a large vibrator and dildo. She sat the dildo on the
coffee table and then turned on the vibrator. The rubberized head purred to
life with a low hum. She touched it to her clit and labia and smiled.

"I like to stimulate my clit and labia for a while, John," she said, "the
vibration are exhilarating." She touched the machine to the head of my penis
and if she had held it there for more than a few seconds I would have come. "I
have various toys," she continued as she ran the head of the machine over her
genitals, "one vibrator is used for insertion and then turned on, that gets me
off too."

Watching her spread her labia and tease herself was mesmerizing. "Have you
ever watched a woman play with herself," she asked, "use a few toys?" I shook
my head, and she chuckled, "I didn't think so," and she was quiet for a few
minutes and then said, "Most women would have had an orgasm or two by now,
John, but I'm not like most women."

I knew this was true. Her deeply tanned skin was flawless and her muscled
legs, arms and torso were far beyond any woman I had seen, with the exception
of Mistress Liz. My erection was throbbing but I knew I was not allowed to
climax, yet.

Maya clicked off the vibrator and laid it on the table and picked up the
dildo. The rubberized phallic was perhaps a foot or more in length and
three-inches in diameter. "This isn't my largest dildo, John," Maya told me,
"but it's one of my favorites. It's veined and feels as close to the real
thing as possible." She teased her labia with the head of the shaft and slowly
penetrated herself.

"Would you like to hold it, John," she asked, "maybe even insert it?" I nodded
and she laughed causing her abs to tighten. She let go of the exposed end and
said, "Go on, Johnny, but be gentle." I lightly gripped the end and slowly
pushed. "Hmm," she purred, "that's it, baby, slowly now." The shaft was almost
totally inside her now.

Maya played her hands over her abs and cupped her magnificent breasts,
squeezing her dark nipples between her fingers. "Pull it out slowly, almost
all the way and then slide it back inside me," she said instructing me. I did
what she wished and then she said, "Now do it quicker." I did and she let out
a soft moan. At first I thought I was hurting her, but she said, "Harder,
baby, stroke me harder."

For the next ten minutes, I pleasured Maya with her dildo until she said,
"Alright, John, lay on my bed." I pulled the dildo from her and sat it next to
the vibrator and nearly ran to the bed.

Maya knelt on the bed straddling my hips and lowered herself onto my cock.
"I'm going to climax shortly, baby and I want you there with me, can you do
that for Maya?" she asked. "Yes," I said softly, hopping that I could contain
myself until she was ready.

Unexpectedly, Maya tightened her vaginal muscles. My cock felt as if it were
in a vise. "Don't be afraid, baby, I won't hurt you; not much anyway," and she
chuckled and began to rhythmically move her hips. Up and down, slowly at first
but increasing the tempo. She continued and finally with a slight shudder,
slowed her pace. I climax along with Maya.

She looked down at me and said, "You did well, Johnny, now you need to suck
that cum from me and I want to climax one more time, can you handle that?" I
smiled at her, "Yes, Maya," I said eagerly awaiting her pussy on my lips.

And climax she did. As I lapped her clit and tongued her vagina, she exploded
with a torrent of cum. She stepped off the bed and looked down at me and my
flaccid member. "Looks like your 'little man' has decided to take a nap," she
said with a smile, "He had a bit of a workout." "He did," I said, "May I ask
you a question?" "Certainly," she said. "What do you and Mistress Liz do,
besides have terrific sex?" She laughed and said, "Mistress Liz is a realtor
and a real estate broker. She owns her own escrow company and I'm her personal
assistant. She has one or two other ventures, but let's just say she's a
business woman." Now I understood where her money comes from.

"What about the domination thing," I asked. "The 'domination thing' as you put
it is who Mistress Liz is. She's a dominatrix," Maya said, "It's not just a
fetish, it's a lifestyle. Her muscles and her avid weight training help her
and the rest of us maintain that life and aspire to be more like Mistress
Liz." I had to think about that for a minute or two. "Her domination gets her
what she wants, it's what got her all of this," Maya said motioning about the
room, "But that's enough questions for now, let's go out to the pool while
it's still sunny."

I hadn't been to the pool, so I followed behind Maya after collecting my
clothes. We stepped though a set of French doors at the rear of the house onto
a flagstone patio. The clear blue water of the pool looked inviting.

Sergio was pruning a bush on the other side of the pool and called to us was
we grabbed two large towels out of a hamper. "Good afternoon," he said. "Good
afternoon, Sergio," Maya said, "Good afternoon," I echoed.

"You should put some lotion on, John," Maya said, "especially on your penis.
Mistress Liz would be upset if you got your cock burnt." I found a lotion near
the towels, and followed her to the chaise lounges.

After applying lotion I soon found myself dozing off. I don't know how long I
was asleep, but when I woke, I was alone on the pool deck. I lay there for a
few minutes thinking about Maya and Mistress Liz and how my life had changed.
'Will I ever fit in,' I wondered. I stood and stretched and dove into the
pool, emerging five laps later refreshed.

I glanced down and noticed I now had some color to my otherwise pale pelvic
area. I toweled off and went into the house.

"Dinner will be ready shortly," Colleen said as I padded into the kitchen,
"did everything go well at your work?" "Yes," I said, "I am now officially
unemployed." "Actually, you're now employed by Mistress Liz," she said,
"perhaps a tougher, more demanding boss," and she chuckled.

I showered and was back in the kitchen in time for dinner. "John, tomorrow you
and I will collect the last of your things from your apartment and get your
deposits back," Mistress Liz said. "Yes, mistress," I replied. "Maya tells me
that you did well in prolonging your orgasm. Congratulations," Liz said. 'Does
everything have to get 'aired' at the dinner table', I thought, but I said,
"Thank you," instead. I noticed that no one seemed to think the topic of my
orgasms was out of the ordinary. For all practical purposes, we may as well
have been discussing the weather. The rest of the meal was spent chatting and
joking among the five of us.

The next morning, Liz and I went to my apartment and began loading the balance
of my clothes and personal affects into her Hummer. There was a light wrap on
the door and Fred Richards, the apartment manager asked, "Moving out, John?"
"Yes, Mr. Richards," I said. "You know you're required to give a thirty day
notice," he said, "you won't get your security or cleaning deposit back."

"Who's rule is that, yours?" Liz asked. "Actually it's the owner's rule," Fred
said. "Uh-huh," Liz said, "I doubt that." Fred is a small man, about five foot
four-inches tall with a slight, wiry build. "It's the truth," Barbara, Fred's
outspoken wife said from the doorway eyeing Liz.

Fred and Barbara were both in their sixties. Barbara was about two or three
inches taller than her husband and the more vocal of the two.

"Who's this, John?" Barbara asked. Mistress Liz held up her hand to me and
addressed Barbara directly, "I'm Liz, but you may call me Mistress Liz. And
just for your information," she said looking between Fred and Barbara, "I'm
the new owner."

I blinked and it took me a few minutes to comprehend what Liz had said.
Apparently it took Fred and Barbara by surprise too. While Fred remained
silent, still processing the information, Barbara said, "New owner? You? No
one told us, did they Fred?" Fred continued to look at Liz without saying
anything, but Liz was focused on Barbara and took a step in her direction.
Barbara involuntarily took a step back, her back coming into contact with the
wall.

"Yes, me, I'm the new owner of the apartment complex," Liz said, "Do you have
a problem with that?" "Wh-why, no, no I don't, ah, have a, ah, problem with
that," Barbara stammered looking at Liz from head to foot.

Liz smiled. "Good," she said, and held up her arm and flexed her bicep. The
material of the short sleeve blouse she wore became taught, and she relaxed
her arm and then pumped it once more and there was an audible rip of material
as the seam gave way. A third flex split the seam entirely and Liz's massive
bicep bulged inches from Barbara's face. Barbara's eyes were wide and I was
afraid Fred was going to pass out.

Liz laughed and said, "Kiss it, kiss your mistress' muscle." Barbara's tongue
flicked across her lips and she leaned forward and kissed Liz's swollen bicep.
"That's it, baby," Liz said, "now feel it, wrap your hands around my bicep and
feel my strength." Slowly Barbara reached out with both hands and wrapped them
around Liz's flexed upper arm. "Do you like that, Barbara?" Liz asked, and the
older woman nodded. "Tell me, tell me what you want, Barbara," Liz said. "I -
I want you to, ah, to make love to me," Barbara said softly.

Liz chuckled and said, "Maybe one day, sweetie, maybe one day I'll let you
suck my clit, but right now Johnny and I have to put his things in my car. My
office will be in touch concerning all of the details of the sale of this
place." "Thank you," Barbara said as Liz relaxed her arm.

With a finger drawn across Fred's chin, Liz said, "And what do you want,
little man? Would you like to suck Mistress Liz's clit? Are you going to
fantasize about making love to your mistress?" He nodded and Liz chuckled. "Of
course you will," she said, "but for now, take these boxes to the car." Both
Fred and Barbara picked up a box and took them to the car. Liz and I followed.

As we drove home Liz said, "When we get home and the items out of the car, I
want you to meet me in the gym. It's time I get you started on a regular
training regime." "Yes, mistress," I said, thinking, 'I hope I can survive
what she has planned.'

We unloaded the car, stacking the boxes in my room. I could go through them
later. I met Liz in the gym.

Standing behind me looking into one of the mirrors, Liz put her hands on my
shoulders and said, "You need to strengthen your core, build and define your
muscles and with that will come the stamina you need and that I require, do
you understand?" "Yes, mistress," I said taking in my flat stomach and
'V-shape' upper body. 'True', I thought, 'my legs could use some work and
certainly my arms, but I'm not in too bad of shape.'

"This afternoon, I want you to work legs and back," Liz said, "tomorrow will
be chest and biceps and the following day triceps and shoulders. You are to do
an hour of cardio and an hour of sit-ups or abdominals as well, every day."
"Yes, mistress," I said, thinking, 'I'm going to die.'

Mistress Liz, as it turned out, was a patient teacher. She showed me the
proper way to lift, how to use the machines properly and the correct form. She
was stern when needed, encouraging and always supportive. She prodded me to do
my best and strive for that extra rep. Once I got past the initial distraction
and intimidation of watching her muscles explode as she demonstrated each
routine, I found myself enjoying the workouts more and more.

I was eating right, participating in household chores, sunning by the pool and
having fantastic sex with Colleen. Several weeks into my training, Maya came
to me after my work out and said, "Are you ready yet?" I knew what she was
asking and I immediately said, "Yes, Maya, I am."

I followed her to her room and as I closed the door and turned around, she was
in my arms. She playfully kissed the nap of my neck and then bit my earlobe,
her breath warm in my ear. Normally I would have an erection, but because of
my training, I held off, willing my cock to remain flaccid.

Maya moved her lips along my jaw and then to my mouth, her tongue exploring
mine. Her nipples were hard against my chest as I pressed her against me with
one hand while running my other down her lower back to her firm butt. I
pressed her pelvis into mine and only then did I allow my penis to stir.

"Hmm," she whispered, "You have developed some self-control, but how is your
staying power, John?" "We'll see," I said as I cradled her butt in one hand
and moved toward the bed.

I sat Maya on the edge and stood looking down as she moved further up on the
bed. "It looks like the workouts have not only strengthened you upper body and
legs, but your cock as well," she said. I looked down and it did appear that
my penis was thicker and longer. Slowly I climbed between Maya's legs and
kissed her small pale clit. She moaned and ran her fingers through my hair
while my fingertips explored her magnificent body.

Working my way up her pelvis to her navel I kissed her midline. Stopping
briefly, I explored the depths of her navel with my tongue and then continued
to her sternum. There, I kissed her breasts, running my tongue around her
areola, nibbling on each nipple.

She was moving her legs making soft mewing sounds when I kissed her neck and
lay prostrate on her body. "Come on Johnny," she said between breaths, "put it
in." "Hmm," I asked playing like I didn't know what she wanted, "put what in?"
"Put that cock to use," she said softly as I touched her labia with the head
of my penis.

As I entered her she gasped which gave me satisfaction. She tightened her
vaginal muscles but she knew my cock was in control.

For the next hour I provided the gorgeous Maya with multiple orgasms, finally
allowing myself to climax. With a final push, I collapsed on top of her. "That
was wonderful, John," she said, running her fingers once more through my hair,
"I lost count how many times you made me climax." "I'm glad I pleased you,
Maya, thank you," I said. "No, it's I who should thank you," she said as I
stood up.

I was exhausted but the warm shower invigorated me. Dinner was delicious and
once the dishes were cleared, Colleen carried a devil's food cake to the
table. "What's the occasion," I asked Mistress Liz, thinking it was someone's
birthday. "This is to celebrate your 'milestone'. I understand that you
satisfied Maya," she said. I looked at Maya who was smiling broadly and only
shrugged. Sergio said, "Bravo, my friend, you've come a long way in a short
amount of time." Even Colleen, who had just rejoined the table said, "Good
job, John."

My life had slowly taken shape. I doubted I could ever go back to my old
lifestyle, but what lie ahead? I guess time would tell.

... to be continued