My Muscle Mistress - Life with Liz
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com



Note; the following story is graphic in nature, however, that said, if you
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Thank you - Muscle Fan

Liz and I had been training together for some time now, and while she was my
mistress, she and I hadn't had sex yet. Well, not in the conventional manner
any way. My love making thus far had been limited to Colleen and Maya.

Colleen, the Irish cook of the household, was appreciative, caring and sweet.
Maya, Mistress Liz's assistant, was a dark skinned Brazilian who was a
demanding, physical lover. They were two very different women and two very
different lovers. Between the two of them, I was a happy man.

With Mistress Liz, she let me pleasure her with my tongue and allowed me to
rub oil or lotion on her defined muscles while lying poolside, both tasks gave
me immense pleasure. It seemed her muscles were perpetually flexed as were the
veins that crisscrossed her arms and legs. For the most part she was a kind
mistress for which I was appreciative.

Mistress Liz and I were working legs today in the gym. She had nearly a
thousand pounds on the leg press machine as she took her place in the seat and
released the locks for the carriage. She slowly lowered the carriage and then
pushed it up the incline ending the motion by extending her toes and flexing
her magnificent calves in the process. Watching her workout was inspiring and
turned me on, although I had learned to keep my erection under control.

She finished her set and stood up. We each removed a couple of plates on each
side for my set. I couldn't push as much weight as she did, but I was making
steady improvement. I released the locks and began my final set of leg
presses. "I think it's time," Liz said. I had been concentrating on my form so
I said, "Pardon me, mistress, what?" "I said I think it's time that I try you
out," she said. I knew what she meant. "I'd like that very much, mistress," I
told her. She smiled and said, "We'll see if you say that when we're done." I
completed my final rep and locked the carriage in place.

"Have a seat," she said indicating the nearby incline bench. I sat and she
stood in front of me facing the mirror, watching herself. I had watched her
flex many times and it was exciting to watch. She finished by shaking her
mammoth quad and then 'snapping' it taught. The muscles jumped to life.

She turned and picked up a ten-pound dumbbell and removed the weight from one
end. I was curious as to what she was doing. "I wanted to show you one last
exercise before you and I have sex," Liz said and sat the dumbbell on a flat
bench, the bar pointing to the ceiling.

She straddled the bench and lowered herself on to the grip of the barbell.
"Watch, baby," she said, "watch what your mistress does to condition her
vagina." Without hesitation she allowed the shaft of the dumbbell to penetrate
her vagina. "Hmm," she moaned, "It's so hard," she said, lowering herself
until she was nearly sitting on the bench. I sat mesmerized watching.

Liz slowly stood, the shaft held firm in her vagina and the weigh between her
thighs. "That's amazing," I said. "Wait," she said, "and watch." As I sat
there, she moved the shaft of the weigh, now five-pounds, in and out several
times. "This not only takes strength, but control," Liz said, "I need to work
my vaginal muscles as well as my other muscles." She crouched and lowered the
weight back to the bench, and then slipping it from her pussy, stepped to the
side of the bench.

Liz sat the dumbbell on the floor and said to me, "Your turn lay on the bench,
Johnny." I hesitated and she said, "You're not afraid are you? Don't worry, I
won't hurt you," and chuckled. I lay on the bench and she straddled me as she
had the dumbbell and the irony crossed my mind, 'Who's the dumbbell now,
John?'

She was facing me and seeing her hard muscular body descend on my cock
enhanced my erection. As she engulfed me, I could feel her muscles tightened,
gently at first, and then with more force. She looked down and said, "Let me
know, baby, if I hurt you." "Yes, mistress," I said. Liz rose and as she did,
my rear end came off the bench. I was now suspended beneath her with only my
upper back and shoulders touching the padded bench. "Mistress, mistress," I
said urgently, the ache in my penis and pelvic area becoming more and more
severe.

I slapped her thighs trying to get her attention as I saw she was watching
herself in the mirror. It was like slapping a side of beef. Finally after what
seemed like an hour, but was probably no more than a minute or two, she looked
down at me and lowered me back to the bench and released her vise like grip.
"I'm sorry, baby, did I hurt you?" she asked. "No, mistress, I was just
cramping up a bit," I lied. She smiled, and said, "I got carried away, baby,
it won't happen again." "No mistress," I said.

Once again she lowered herself as if doing a squat and once again she engulfed
my penis. This time the feeling was like nothing I had experienced before. She
rose up and down, slowly at first and then with a quicker rhythm. It was all I
could do to contain my climax, but when I sensed that Mistress Liz was nearing
her orgasm, I came in a rush.

"Hmm," she mused, "You have grown into a worthwhile slave." "Thank you,
mistress," I said, knowing that that was as close to a complement that she
would allow and not demeaning.

She walked forward, still straddling the bench and myself until she was over
my face. "You know the drill, Johnny," she said as she lowered her wet pussy
to my lips, "Suck that cum out of me and play with my cock." I did as I was
told, lapping at her labia and probing with my tongue and then went to work
pleasuring her large clit. As I toyed with it using my tongue and lips, her
'she-cock' grew and hardened. Soon she was panting and she grabbed me by my
hair, holding me to her while she climaxed.

"Lick me, Johnny," she commanded, "lick me clean." I furiously lapped her
until she shuddered releasing a final stream of cum into my waiting mouth.
When she released my hair I fell back against the bench exhausted, but not
Mistress Liz.

"You did well, my pet," she said stepping over me as I tried to catch my
breath. Then looking down at me she said, "Poor baby, you better rest up, if I
decide to use you again I want you to be ready, but right now I'm going to
pleasure myself with one of my toys, shower and get a good night's sleep. I
want you to come with me tomorrow." She turned and strode to the door. "Good
night, Johnny," she said without turning around. "Good night, mistress," I
said, "thank you."

I lay on the bench for the next ten minutes and then slowly got to my feet. I
looked at myself in the mirror and my penis was red, no doubt from being held
captive by Mistress Liz, and my lips were slightly swollen from held tightly
against her pussy. 'What a day,' I muttered to myself as I shuffled to my room
and a hot shower.

The next afternoon I accompanied Mistress Liz as she showed a house to
prospective buyers. The house was in a gated community, nestled in the hills
of Orange County. The property was a large two-story with a pool and spa, four
bedrooms and a renovated kitchen. We got there a half-hour before the client
was to arrive and Liz said that I was to act as a 'greeter' at the door and
ask if they wanted any refreshments. "What is the couples name," I asked, "I'd
like to greet them personally." "That's a good idea," Liz said, "The couple is
the Martin's."

The couple arrived, both in their mid-thirties, tan and fit, they exuded the
southern California lifestyle. "Mr. and Mrs. Martin," I said, open the door as
they approached the entryway, "I'm John, may I get you something to drink
while you're looking at the home with Mistress Liz?" I realized too late my
mistake in calling her 'Mistress' Liz, but I couldn't very well un-ring that
bell. I tried to act as if I hadn't said it, but the glance between the
husband and wife told me that they took note of it. They both indicated that
they didn't care for a beverage, so I said, "Please, follow me."

I led them into a great room off of the main hallway where Mistress Liz stood
looking at the rear terrace and the pool beyond. She turned as I showed the
couple into the room. "Liz, the Martin's are here," I said and the woman
looked at me and asked, "But didn't you call her Mistress Liz in the
entryway?" I sighed and stole a quick glance at Liz and then back to Mrs.
Martin. Liz covered the distance between us in seconds and said, "Johnny, I
should be angry with you, but I'm not," and ran her fingers through my hair,
and then quickly grabbed me by the back of my head and turned my face up to
hers, "but if you screw up again, I'll punish you, do you understand?" "Yes,
mistress," I said, and she smiled at me and roughly let go of my hair. "Good,"
she said, "now go make sure the pool is clean while I show the Martin's the
rest of the house." "Yes, mistress," I said, but quickly said, "ah, err, Liz,
I meant, yes Liz," and I opened the French doors and made my escape.

My little act was to set the stage for Mistress Liz. On the deck, I unbuttoned
and removed my shirt and then unsnapped and stepped out of my shorts. I wore a
pair of dark blue satin bikini panties. The pool was spotless and crystal
blue, but I grabbed the pool brush and pretended to brush the pool.

Inside, Mistress Liz said, "As you can see, this is a large home totaling well
over three thousand square feet. This great room that we're in will be perfect
for entertaining." The Martin's looked around the room and then Mrs. Martin
caught sight of me by the pool and touched her husband's arm. A smile came
across Mr. Martin's face as he took note of my attire. "Glen, what is he
wearing," Mrs. Martin asked. "It looks like a pair of panties, Linda," the man
said, "I think you have a pair just like that," and he chuckled.

Mistress Liz turned and said, "You will excuse John, he's use to being at
home. I'll have him slip his shorts back on if he embarrasses you." "He
doesn't embarrass me," Linda said, staring at me through the French doors,
"Not at all," she added. "And what about you, Glen," Liz asked, "Does John
embarrass you?" "Me," he asked, "no, why would he embarrass me?" "No reason,"
Liz said, "Let me show you the rest of the house."

Liz showed Glen and Linda the rest of the house taking note that every time
they were in a rear facing room, the couple looked out the window following my
every move. As Liz guided them to the stairs, she said, "And that about
concludes the tour, can I answer any questions?" Once more in the entryway,
Linda said, "Could we have a better look at the back yard, the pool?" "Oh,
yes, by all means," Liz said, "I'm sorry, I thought you had seen the yard," as
she led the couple to the French doors.

Once on the patio, Liz summoned me, "John, come here." "Yes, mistress," I said
quickly going to the threesome. "That will be all, get your clothes and wait
for me in the great room," Mistress Liz said. "Yes, mistress," I said and
walked back and collected my clothes. I could almost feel the Martin's eyes on
my butt.

"Is he in trouble," Linda whispered to Liz. She smiled, "No, not really,
although I'll have to punish him for his behavior and getting undressed in
front of you." "That's quite alright," Glen said. "What relationship do the
two of you have," Linda asked as I turned and started back toward them.
"Linda, that's none of our concern," Glen said. "Shut up, Glen, I asked Liz a
question," Linda snapped. "Well," Liz said as I neared them and put a hand on
my chest to stop me, "John is my slave. He does what I ask and takes care of
me sexually." I glanced at Linda and her mouth opened slightly and then she
seemed to think of the words. "You, what?" she asked, "You're his master?"
"Its mistress," Liz corrected, "and yes, I'm his mistress. He does what I
say." "Really?" Linda asked now making no attempt at concealing her eyes
roving over my body. "Yes," Liz said, and then to me, she said, "Take off your
panties, Johnny." "Yes, mistress," I replied and placed a finger inside the
waistband of my panties and slowly lowered them down my legs. I almost laughed
because as the thin material cleared my penis, I noticed Linda lick her lips.

"My," Linda said, "he is well endowed and so tan." "Yes, he is," Liz said, "at
home we lay by the pool au natural, which you could do here. This pool is very
private." Linda never took her eyes off of me but said, "Yes, it is, isn't it
Glen?" Glen was staring at my genitals but quickly looked around the yard,
"Yes, dear, quite private," he said.

"Is it big enough," Liz asked and Linda finally tore her eyes away from my
manhood. "Pardon me?" she said. "I asked if it was big enough, the house," Liz
said smiling, "for you and Glen." "Oh," Linda said looking now at Glen, "yes,
I think the house is fine, don't you, Glen?" "Yes, dear," he said, "fine."
"Good," Liz said, "I've taken the liberty of filling out the paperwork for the
offer, all I need is your signatures and we'll get the ball rolling."

Linda was again looking at my penis when Liz said, "John, why don't you get me
my attach' case. It's inside by the front door. Linda, if you'd like to take
one last look, feel free, I want to show Glen the pool house." Linda smiled
and followed me into the house. I could feel her watching my butt.

Once inside, I turned to her and said, "Let's go upstairs where there's a
little more privacy," and I took her hand and led her to the upstairs master
suite. No sooner had we entered than she began to unbutton her blouse. I
touched her hand and said, "Please, allow me," and I undressed her.

Linda was in good shape, although not muscular, she would attract attention at
the local beaches. It was obvious that she took care of herself. I unfastened
her bra and then slowly lowered her panties. Her pubic hair was trimmed,
leaving a small patch above her small clit. "Lay down, Linda," I said softly
touching her small breast. She lay on the floor and watched me, wordlessly as
I knelt between her legs.

I began by kissing her just above the pubic area and worked my way to her
navel and up to her breasts. By the time had teased her nipples, I was fully
erect and began to slowly enter her. Her breathing caught in her throat as I
pressed further. Linda had first one orgasm, then another. After perhaps
twenty minutes she whispered, "Please, John, I need to rest." I was happy to
oblige and so I slowly withdrew.

"Perhaps we better join Mistress Liz and Glen," I said. Her breathing was
nearly back to normal as she stood, retrieving her clothing. "Perhaps we
should," Linda said, stepping into her panties. She didn't bother putting
anything else on.

The pool area appeared to be empty, so I padded to the cabana and went in,
Linda following closely. "Did you find everything to your liking, Linda?" Liz
asked. She was standing in the center of the pool house, her butt resting on
the back of a couch. Glen, who had his back to us, was on his knees, servicing
my mistress' large clit, while he masturbated. Linda and I stood there
watching. "Oh, yes," Linda said, "everything was perfect." Within minutes,
Glen climaxed. Liz who appeared bored raised a leg and placing her foot on
Glen's chest, pushed him over backwards. He landed with a little thump on the
floor.

"Come here Linda," Liz said, "I want you to get me off, your man has failed
miserably." "I, ah, that is ... " Linda stammered clearly flustered. "What?"
Liz asked, "You what, didn't realize I was a dominatrix, didn't realize how
muscular I am, how strong I am?" "Y-yes," she said. Mistress Liz laughed, and
stood up. She held up both arms and flexed her biceps giving Linda a
spectacular double bicep pose.

Linda's eyes were riveted on Liz. Liz brought her arms around in front of her
in a 'crab' pose and her traps tightened. Stand up once again, Liz laughed and
said, "Look at these quads, baby, see the veins and the striated muscles?" She
tensed her thighs and the deep indentations of each muscle were pronounced.
"Can you imagine what I could do to you with these legs?" she asked, "So
unless you want to find out, come here and make love to my clit."

Linda meekly padded to Mistress Liz and sank to her knees in front of her and
began to kiss Liz' engorged clit. "Did you have a good time with this one?"
Liz asked me, glancing down at Linda and then back to me. "Yes, mistress, she
had four orgasms." I said. Linda stopped and looked up at Liz as if she was
going to say something, but Liz said, "Hmm, good. Don't stop, baby, you're
doing fine." Linda returned to her roll of servicing Mistress Liz. "And did
you get off?" she asked. "No, mistress," I said. "Is that because I've spoiled
you for having sex with normal women?" Liz asked. "Yes, mistress," I said
softly, and then thought, 'That's the truth, I don't think I could ever have a
normal relationship again with a non-muscular woman.'

Liz smiled and said, "Good, Johnny, good," and then looked down at Linda and
said, "I'm ready to climax, sweetie, so be a good girl and lap all of my
juices, I don't want to wet the carpet," and she chuckled as she thrust her
pelvis forward and, holding the back of Linda's head, climaxed with a loud
moan.

Linda seemed to be gagging although with her mouth held fast to Liz' pubes, it
was hard to tell. Linda began to flail her arms, balling her hands into fists,
beat on Mistress Liz' massive thighs, although to no avail. Mistress Liz
seemed unaware of Linda's plight, but finally with the orgasm subsiding she
loosened her grip on Linda's hair. The muscle mistress released her hold of
Linda's hair and the woman slumped to the floor next to her husband, exhausted
and trying to catch her breath.

"That was wonderful, Linda," Liz said, bending down to retrieve her skirt and
stepping into it. "Once you move in, I'll be back for an encore performance,"
she said, and then to me, "Get dressed, Johnny, our work here is done."

I went back to the pool deck where I had left my clothes and began to dress.
Mistress Liz came out a minute later and said, "We can leave, both Glen and
Linda signed the papers," and held up her attach' case, "They can show
themselves out when their done."

On the way home, Liz turned to me and said, "I'll have to satisfy you when we
get home, you really didn't have an orgasm with Linda?" "No, mistress," I
said. "How sweet," she said, lost in thought, "Now you are totally devoted to
me." "Yes, mistress," I said.

And she was right; I am totally devoted to Mistress Liz. 'True,' I thought, 'I
have sex with Maya and Colleen, but it's not fulfilling like sex with Liz. She
has taught me so much and fulfilled my dreams of being with a strong muscular
woman. I'm totally under her control, both physically and mentally.'

As we pulled into the drive, and I looked up at the house, I thought, 'I could
never go back to my old life, my life now is a life with Liz.'

... to be continued