My Muscle Mistress - How It Began
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com



I'm writing this because my muscular mistress said I had to, in part, to
further humiliate me. But in order to fully appreciate my life and what I go
through, I need to give you a little background. My name is John and this is
my story.

I first came into contact with Liz at the gym. I have always been attracted to
athletic women and as I grew older, I tried getting the attention of toned,
fit, women with little success. That is why I decided to join the gym that was
near my apartment.

I went at various hours, but Liz caught my eye late one evening so I started
going in at the same time as her. I watched her warm up from across the room
and took note of her routine and the weights she lifted. She was a solitary
person, speaking to no one, ear buds in her ears, concentrating on her reps
and sets.

Her hair is short, spiky and raven black. Her upper body is thick with small
breasts and wide shoulders, capped by large trapezius muscles. Her arms are
big and when she does her curls, the muscles bulge. Her torso tapers to a
small waist and what appear to be rock-hard abdominals. Her eight abdominal
muscles look like cobblestones.

Liz generally wears spandex shorts which cling to her pelvis like a second
skin. Her beefy quads are striated from her leg workouts which generally
consist of squats, leg presses and leg curls. When she uses the standing
calf-raise machine, her calves nearly explode.

I watch her while going through the motions of working out, but my attention
is drawn to Liz and not my own exercises. Once while catching glimpses of her
in the mirror sitting on an inclined bench doing dumbbell flies, I felt myself
becoming erect. I had to hide the bulge in my shorts with my workout towel as
I went to the men's restroom to masturbate. Upon my return to the gym floor I
didn't see Liz.

I went to the incline bench that she had been using. The cushion was still
warm. 'She couldn't have left,' I thought, 'she works out longer than I do.' I
stood there studying the rack of weights, and then, picking up the twenty-five
pound set, sat on the bench, resting the dumbbells on my knees, eyes focused
downward.

"Do you need a spot, little man?" a voice said from behind, rousing me from my
thoughts. I looked in the mirror and saw, standing behind the bench, Liz. Her
sports bra was drenched in sweat, bead of sweat dotted her forehead and her
tanned body glistened. My breath caught in my throat and she chuckled, "Well,
do you?" she asked. "Wh-what?" I asked. "I asked if you need a spot," she said
slowly, speaking as if I didn't understand English, "I wouldn't want you to
hurt yourself with those dumbbells." Liz had been using the sixty-five pound
dumbbells when she sat here.

"N-no," I stammered, "I think I got this." She chuckled as she came around to
stand in front of me, placing a fist on each of her hips. She watched as I did
first one rep and then a second. After ten repetitions, I felt as if my arms
were made of rubber. I rested the weights on my knees and glanced up into her
slate gray eyes.

She broke eye contact with me and yelled to Frank, the night manager, "Take a
break, Frank, go check the locker room for a few minutes." "Yes, mistress,"
Frank said and walked to the men's locker room.

"Mistress?" I asked looking up at Liz. The smile returned as she again looked
at me. "Yes, mistress," she said, "Frank is one of my slaves. He does what I
tell him as will you." She stepped closer and straddled my lap, her pelvis
inches from my face. I could smell her musky scent.

She placed a finger in the waistband of her shorts and slowly drew them down
her massive thighs. "Suck my clit, boy, I'm horny," she said. My eyes widened
as the top of her shorts exposed her meaty clit. Her clit was about an inch
long and as thick as my thumb. A bead of sweat ran down her pelvis to that
valley where her thigh joined her pelvis. "Working out makes me horny,
normally I'd pleasure myself, but since you're here and have been watching me,
you may make love to my 'she-cock'," she said. She brushed her clit with her
finger and I could only stare, open mouthed.

I'm not an authority on women's anatomy, but Liz's clit was beautiful, if
that's the right word. 'She-cock', as she called it, was pretty accurate. It
looked like a small penis except for the urethra. Her labia was small so the
clit hung, exposed. Her tanned torso was unblemished by a tan line and her
navel, surrounded by those marvelous muscles, looked like a small cave.

"Come on, little man, she won't bite," this muscle mistress said, "Suck me." I
leaned forward and took her throbbing clit between my lips. The saltiness of
her sweat drenched body and her musky scent assaulted my senses. "Hmm," she
cooed as I hungrily sucked on her member, "That's right, baby, Mistress Liz
needs to come."

Her one-inch clit had expanded as I sucked and was now nearly three-inches.
'An erection,' I thought as I pleasured her, 'she's truly remarkable.' "Oh,
yeah," she said softly, "Don't stop," not that I had any intention to stop,
and she thrust her hips, running her 'she-cock' in and out of my mouth. Her
tempo increased to a point where I thought she would knock my teeth out until
with a final thrust, she climaxed.

"Ahh," she said with a sigh, "You did well, my pet, now lap my juices, lap
your mistress' pussy." I did as she commanded, whether out of my own desires
or pure fear, I couldn't be sure, but I serviced my mistress' pussy. 'My
mistress,' I thought, 'but is she?'

Liz stepped away from my greedy mouth and looked down at me. "Did you like
that, little man?" she asked. I nodded and she took my chin in her hand,
holding it firm, tilting my face up. "Answer me when I ask you a question,
bitch!" she said firmly, "Don't just nod your head, do you understand?"
"Y-yes, Liz," I said. She squeezed harder and I thought she would break my
jaw. "Yes, mistress," she said, "You may call me mistress or Mistress Liz,
you're mine now, understand?" "Yes, mistress," I said, hoping that she would
release her vise-like grip on my chin, and after several seconds, she did.

She pulled her shorts up and stepped away from the incline bench. Glancing at
my crotch and my erection contained within my gym shorts, she asked, "Do you
want to come, my slave? Watch your mistress and you can play with that puny
cock of yours while I pose." She turned to the mirror and hit a double bicep
pose that made her upper arms swell and explode with muscles. I put my hand in
my shorts and gripped my manhood.

Liz hit pose after pose, her muscles expanding and tightening. By the time she
put one foot in front of herself, tightening her abdominals, I erupted wetting
the front of my shorts.

Finished with her posing routine and apparently satisfied with the results,
she turned and looking at my crotch, said, "Disgusting." "Yes, mistress," I
replied, but I was happy.

"You can come out now, Frank," Liz called and the night manager went back to
the front counter. "Yes, mistress," he said. Turning her attention back to me,
she said, "I'm done here, but I'll see you again tomorrow night." "Yes,
mistress," I said to her back as she headed for the door.

Forgetting about my damp crotch, I went to Frank and asked, "How long have you
known Liz?" "About two years," he said. "Tell me about her," I said. He looked
around, letting his gaze linger at the door, and then turned to me and said,
"There's not much to tell. She works out hard, really hard, but I don't know
where she lives or what she does, only her name is in the computer." "That's
odd," I said, "Did you ever ask the owner about her?" "I did," Frank said,
"but the response I got was, 'mind your own business'." "She said you're one
of her slaves, are you?" I asked Frank. He blushed and said, "Only from the
standpoint of going to the locker room when I'm told, locking the front door
when she tells me to and giving her information about the members she asks
about," he said. "And did she ask about me?" I asked. Frank smiled and said,
"Yes."

I looked at Frank and then turned and headed for the locker room and a hot
shower.

I got to my apartment and headed immediately to the bedroom. I was exhausted
but my mind was still thinking of Liz; those muscles and her large clit. 'Did
that really happen, or am I dreaming', I thought. I undressed and crawled
between the sheets, my hand cupping my penis as I thought of sucking that
'she-cock'.

My eyes fluttered open the next morning and there was a pounding in my head.
It took me a minute to realize it was the front door and not a hangover or a
headache that was causing the 'bam, bam, bam' in my head.

I quickly pulled on a pair of sweat pants and padded to the front door. I
looked through the security peep hole and was shocked to see Liz at my front
door. 'What the hell is she doing here,' I thought as I looked around my
apartment. "Let me in Johnny, or I'll break the door down," she said. 'God,' I
thought, 'she'll wake the neighbors,' and I quickly unlocked the deadbolt.

"Hi, Liz," I said and then quickly said, "Ah, err, Mistress, I mean," holding
the door open. She brushed by me and quickly walked to the center of the
living room. She wore black leggings and a black crop top leaving her muscled
midsection exposed from several inches below the navel to just under her
breasts. Soft black four-inch stiletto ankle boots completed her attire. To
say she looked hot would be an understatement.

She looked around my living room, her eyes not lingering too long on any one
item or thing. "Pack a bag, Johnny," she said, her eyes now locked on me.
"Wh-what?" I asked, "P-pack a bag?" She placed her hands on her hips. "If
you're going to be my slave you have to stop that damn stuttering," Liz said,
"I know I intimidate you and well I should because I could crush you like a
bug, but right now you need to come with me, so pack a bag." I remained rooted
to where I stood, unable to move. She took one stride in my direction and with
a hand under my chin and around my throat, lifted me off the ground. I
immediately began clutching at her wrist, unable to catch my breath.

"Listen," she said, "I had to get rid of my other slave. I need you to attend
to me at my house. It's better than this dump. Now I need for you to pack a
suitcase, do you understand?" I suppose I was near blacking out, but I managed
to nod and she sat me on my couch although it was more like she threw me
there. "Good, boy, Johnny," she said and ran a hand along my cheek and then
walked to my bedroom.

I quickly followed, still trying to clear my throat. "Mistress, I, err, I
work, you know, they'll expect me on Monday," I said. She turned to me with a
grimace on her face. "You may go to work, but give your notice, and I don't
want to hear any whining or moaning." I stood wide-eyed. Surely she was
joking, although by the look on her face I knew otherwise. "Get a move on
wimp," she said sternly, "I don't have all day."

I got a suitcase down from the closet and started packing. 'Is this really
happening?' I thought, 'Am I going to go along with this mad woman?' I picked
an armful of underwear from a dresser drawer when she said, "Leave them, you
won't need them. Grab your toiletries and let's go." I dropped the underwear
on the bed and went into the bathroom, emerging a minute later with
toothbrush, tooth paste and my shave kit.

"What about my apartment?" I asked as I put the shave kit in the suitcase. She
chuckled, "This dump? Forget about it." "But, but what about my security
deposit," I asked. "Oh, I'll take care of that little man," Liz said and
turned for the door.

I followed her out the front door with my meager belongings. "Follow me in
your car," she said and walked toward her black Hummer. I pulled the door
shut, locking it behind me and stowed my bag in the back seat of my five-year
old Honda.

Following Mistress Liz, we wound through Orange County and down the coast
pulling up to a wrought iron gate near the end of a cul-de-sac. Mistress Liz
punched in some code and the gates opened. I followed her through as the
circular drive took us to the front of what could only be described as a
castle, the front of which was stone.

As she was halfway to the front door, the door opened and was held by a
gorgeous dark-skinned woman wearing nothing but a pair of pumps. I sat behind
the wheel of my car shifting my gaze between the naked woman and the immense
house.

Finally I slid from the driver's seat and retrieved my bag. As I neared the
door and the woman, she briefly shot me a smile as I passed, stepping into an
immense foyer. I slowed and finally stopped taking in the chandelier, marble
floor and grand staircase. 'Holy cow,' I thought, 'this is a mansion.' I'm a
draftsman for a civil engineering firm, so I can appreciate well-constructed
buildings.

"This way," the bronze beauty said as she walked by me. "Is this all Mistress
Liz's?" I asked to her back. She did not reply but kept walking down a marble
corridor and I must say I enjoyed watching her naked butt and the sway of her
hips. At the last door, she wrapped softly and then opened the door, holding
it for me. I entered my suitcase in one hand. The room was large, with
bookcases to the high ceiling. 'Library,' I thought. "Drop the bag," Liz said
from the far end of the room. She was seated behind one of the largest desks I
had seen. As she stood up I could see she too was now naked. She came around
the desk and padded toward me.

"Have a seat, Johnny-boy," she said indicating a club chair near an end table.
I sat. "Let me start by telling you a few of the house rules," Liz said, "When
here at the mansion, you will not wear clothes. You will do what I ask, when I
ask, with no questions. You will keep yourself in good physical shape, be neat
in appearance and shave or wax any body hair. You will attend to my every need
and be at my disposal 24/7, do you understand?" I thought about that for a
minute and then asked, "And what of my job?" "From now on you work for me;
you're my slave," Liz said, "although I will compensate you for your time and
effort. How much do you currently make?"

I was not use to discussing personal matters, but I said, "I make $64,000 a
year, mistress." She looked at me for a full minute before saying, "I will pay
you $120,000 a year as well as supply room and board." My mouth must have
dropped open because she laughed softly. "I expect a lot, now get undressed,"
she said, and I stood and began undressing.

From out of nowhere, the gorgeous woman appeared. "Maya, take Johnny's bag and
clothes to his room," Liz said. 'Maya,' I thought, 'I like that.' "Yes,
mistress," Maya said. Then I realized Liz was studying me. "And be ready to
wax his genital's, he needs some grooming," Liz added. "Yes, mistress," Maya
said. She picked up my suitcase and clothes and turned to leave. "I can carry
those, Maya," I said, as she turned to leave. "Maya will do it, Johnny, I told
Maya to take care of them," Liz said, as she stepped close to me and took my
semi-erect penis in her palm.

With several strokes, I was fully erect. Liz looked at my manhood, "Not bad,
Johnny-boy, I've seen smaller," she said, "I can work with this." 'Work with
this,' I thought, 'What the hell does that mean', and I was about to ask when
Maya came back. "The wax is ready, mistress," she said. "Thank you, Maya," Liz
said, and then added, "John, go with Maya," and then turned back toward the
desk.

"Follow me, John," Maya said as I turned to the door. Once again I found
myself trailing behind the beautiful Maya. We entered a room that had a
massage table at the center, a glass door at the far end led to a sauna.

"Lie on the table," Maya said, and with the push of a button she raised one
end of the table. I swung my legs up and she studied my penis. Once I was
lying on the table, she took my penis between her index finger and thumb and
lifted it to study my scrotum. My erection came back and Maya smiled. "Sorry
about that," I said. She laughed and said, "I'm glad I arouse you," and she
turned to the nearby shelf.

I had never had a waxing procedure done and while it was painful to say the
least, especially when she pulled the strip from my scrotum, I tried to be
somewhat macho.

"You did well, John," Maya said, mopping my genitals with a heated towel.
"Have you done other men before?" I asked. "Yes, many," she said, "Mistress
Liz insists that her men not have any hair around their cocks." Her frankness
somewhat surprised me. "And what about you, do you prefer men with no hair?" I
asked. She smiled and bent down and kissed the head of my cock, and then
tilted her head and looked at me and said, "Yes, for obvious reasons."

I wouldn't say that I'm worldly, but what Maya did was out of this world. I
only wish it could have lasted longer, but I came quickly, sending a small
geyser of cum onto my abs.

"Don't worry, John, Mistress Liz will teach you to last longer," Maya said,
now mopping away my spent cum. "Come, I will show you your room," she said.

I followed her to a bedroom where my bag sat against the wall. "I took the
liberty of hanging your shirts and pants and putting your other things in the
dresser." I looked around the spacious bedroom and opened the top dresser
drawer. My socks were there along with what looked like women's underwear in
an assortment of colors and patterns. I pulled one from the drawer and held it
up.

"Are we sharing a room?" I asked hopefully. She laughed and said, "No, those
are yours now, Mistress Liz will explain, try it on." "No thanks," I said,
placing the satin panty back in the drawer. She stepped in front of me and
with a quick motion, backhanded me across my jaw. "I said try it on," she
hissed. I rubbed my jaw, probably more surprised than hurt and blinked several
times. "Are you going to try on the panties or do I have to smack you around
some more, bitch?" she said sternly.

I reached back into the drawer and pulled out a pair of black satin panties. I
held the sides and stepped into the flimsy material. The front panel barely
covered my cock and scrotum. "Hmm," Maya said stepping back and looking at me,
"They appear to be the right size."

"Very nice," Liz said from the doorway, and walked toward me. She reminded me
of a large cat on the prowl. "Did he give you any trouble, my pet," Liz asked
Maya. Maya smiled and said, "Nothing I couldn't handle, mistress." "And did he
climax?" Liz asked. "Yes, mistress, but as you said, it was fast," Maya said,
reporting on my sexual performance.

"Well, we can work on that," Liz said, cupping my crotch, "in the meantime,
Johnny-boy needs to write to Diana the Valkyrie and chronicle his transition
from his dull and boring life to that of a slave to this muscle mistress.
Bring him a pen and some paper and let's leave him to think about his new
life. Besides, you and I need some girl-time."

Maya returned a minute later with a pad of paper and a pen. "But, what am I
supposed to write?" I asked. She smiled and said, "Write how it all began,"
and turned and left.

I stood, staring at the door for a long time, finally turning and going to my
desk. 'My desk,' I thought, 'what have I gotten into?'

... to be continued