My Muscle Mistress ##' My Training Begins
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com



If you enjoy this episode of 'Muscle Mistress', or my previous submission
['How It Began'], or have suggestions for a story line, please email me at the
above address. Thanks, Muscle Fan

It was early evening when Maya returned to my room. I'm not the best writer,
but as I sat at the desk thinking about how I loved women with muscles, had
joined a gym to satisfy that love and then been wooed or coerced into this new
life by a muscle mistress, the words flowed. 'I can't believe I came here with
Liz,' I thought, 'I must be out of my mind.' And my thoughts drifted to my
job.

I had only been out of college for five years and had worked at the company
I'm with since graduation. 'How am I going to walk in there tomorrow and
quit?' I asked myself. 'True, I don't love my job, it's boring and not very
rewarding, but still, it's a job.'

'What am I going to tell people, tell my family, that I gave up a decent job
to take the position of a slave for a muscle mistress?' I thought, 'Who knows
what I've gotten myself in for.'

With a light wrap on the door, Maya entered. Her dark skin glistened and
thoughts of my job and insecurities vanished. "John," she said, "dinner will
be ready in a half hour if you'd like to shower first." "Thanks," I said,
"should I wear these," indicating the panties I wore. She smiled and said, "If
you like. Mistress Liz doesn't require us to 'dress' for dinner. It's your
choice. How did the letter turn out?" I looked at the pages on the desk.
"Fine, I think," I said, "this is all so new to me. Who is the 'us' you
mentioned?"

"I know," Maya said, "It was new for me once too, but you'll get use to your
new life, we all have. You'll meet the others at dinner."

She left before I could ask more questions. I removed the panties I had been
wearing since this morning and padded to the bathroom. I let the warm water
cascade over my body before lathering with the body wash that was there,
toweled dry and went in search of the kitchen. 'Being naked is certainly
easier than choosing what clothes to wear,' I thought.

Besides myself, Maya and Liz, I was introduced to the rest of the staff.
Sergio was deeply tanned with black hair and an athletic build. He was
introduced as the groundskeeper and driver. Colleen was petite, with freckles
liberally dotting her bare chest and the bridge of her nose. Her reddish
blonde hair led me to believe she was of Irish decent. Besides the apron
Colleen had tied around her waist, all five of us were unclothed. Liz, or
Mistress Liz, was the most muscular by far. It was obvious that Sergio worked
outside with his hands and Maya looked like a fitness model. Colleen was
compact, but toned as well.

I caught Colleen glancing at my cock and wondered how she thought I 'measured
up'. I took note that Sergio, the other male of the house, had a flaccid five
or six inch penis, perhaps a little thicker than mine. 'Funny how males
compare their penis' with those of other men,' I thought as I took a seat.

We sat at a trestle table off the kitchen and once all were seated, Liz raised
her glass and said, "Here's to our new addition, John, who I'm sure will fit
in nicely to our household and family." "Thank you, mistress," I said to Liz,
and then to the others, "please give me a little time to adjust; this is still
too new to me." They smiled and nodded in understanding.

The meal was light, but flavorful. As we ate, I learned a little about the
other members of the household. Sergio was from Italy. He had held various
jobs but preferred working outdoors and had worked for a landscaper when he
came to the attention of Liz. Colleen met Liz at a farmer's market and left
the house where she had been employed as a cook to come to work for Liz.
Everyone seemed quite content to be part of Mistress Liz's house.

Maya was a native of Brazil who had been 'discovered', as she called it, on
Copacabana Beach by Liz. She was now Liz's secretary and right-hand-man or
rather right-hand-woman.

I gave the group a thumbnail biography of my life and how I had met Liz in the
gym. "In a gym" Sergio said. "Yes, why," I asked. "Because Mistress Liz has
her own private gym," Sergio said, "It's probably better equipped than any
public gym." I turned and looked at Liz and she said, "It's true, I have a gym
here at the house that is better equipped than the one where we met. Come with
me." I followed her to a door in a wing of the house I had yet to go. When we
stepped through the door and she turned the lights on I was amazed at the
equipment and weights in front of me.

"This is where I work out. Maya, Sergio and even Colleen work out here as will
you," Liz said, "I want my people to be physically fit." We walked through the
rows of equipment and past the racks of dumbbells. The walls were mirrored and
the floor covered with a rubberized type of carpet.

Liz stopped and picked up a metal bar, perhaps three feet in length and an
inch in diameter. "I knew you loved muscle women when I saw you at the gym.
You couldn't keep your eyes off of me, could you," she asked. "No, mistress,
was I that obvious?" I asked. She chuckled, and said, "Yes, yes you were, but
I'm used to having men and women stare at me. My muscles attract a lot of
attention." I nodded in agreement.

She held the iron bar, an end in each hand and began to apply pressure. At
first I didn't notice anything, but slowly, I could see the bar begin to bend
in the middle. Liz's biceps bulged and her trapezius muscles at the base of
her neck flared. Her bare chest was striated with muscles and then I noticed
the veins, first in her forearms where they crisscrossed, and then in her
thighs.

I could feel my cock getting hard as she slowly bent the ends of the bar
closer together. Her abdominals looked as if they were going to jump out of
her body as she brought the ends of the metal bar closer together. She
reversed her grip and pulled one end of the bar across the other.

As she did, she looked at each of her muscled arms. "Do you like these babies,
Johnny, do you love them?" "Oh, yes, mistress, I do," I said, now with my cock
fully erect.

She relaxed her grip on the bar and let it fall to the floor. "Hmm," she said,
stroking her clit with the tip of her index finger, "that made me horny.
Working out usually makes me horny," she said while her other hand ran lightly
over her abs.

"I see that watching me made you horny as well. I'd love to have you satisfy
me, however, you're not ready yet," she said, "You will have to learn to
suspend your orgasm until I tell you to come." She saw the disappointment on
my face and said, "I'll work with you to hold your orgasm, train you, and of
course, build your muscles and stamina in the process." "Yes, mistress," I
said, "Thank you." "Until then, you may pleasure yourself of perhaps Colleen
will take pity on you."

She left and I thought about returning to my room and masturbating, but went
in search of Colleen instead. I found her just finishing putting the dishes
away. "How are you settling in," she asked as she put a plate in the cupboard.
"As well as can be expected," I said, "This lifestyle, this house, is so
foreign to me, and now I'm part of it." "I think it took us all by surprise,"
she said, "I left a traditional home and family for this," and she gestured
around the kitchen, "and now, I don't think I could go back to the
conventional world."

She had her back to me as she untied her apron and folded it, setting it on
the kitchen counter. When she turned to me, I couldn't help but look at the
petite girl from head to toe. "Do you like what you see," she asked smiling,
holding her arms wide. Her small breasts were firm, with pale areola and small
pink nipples. "Yes," I said, "you, you're ... " "What," she asked, "So short,
so pale?" "No, no," I said, "I was going to say cute, but that isn't the right
word."

She smiled and said, "Do you really think I'm cute?" "Absolutely," I said, and
I could see her blush. "I'll never be like Maya, exotic, and certainly not
like Mistress Liz, but my body is getting better. I'm twenty pounds lighter
than when I came here and more muscular." I was having a hard time picturing
what Colleen could have looked like with twenty pounds added to her small
frame.

"Come to my room, I have a picture of me before I came here, you'll see," she
said and took my hand and pulled me through a doorway from the kitchen and
down a short hall.

Colleen's room was a duplicate of mine, but with a feminine touch. "Sit
there," she said indicating the bed. She went to her dresser and returned with
a photograph. It was of Colleen at a beach wearing a modest bikini. Her arms
were heavier and her stomach had a bit of a bulge. She wrinkled her nose. "The
old Colleen," she said.

"That's amazing," I said, "I wouldn't have thought it, how long ago was this
taken?" "Two years," Colleen said, "and like I said, twenty pounds." I handed
her the photo back, "Thanks," she said, "would you like to have sex?"

"Huh?" I asked. "I asked if you'd like to have sex," she repeated. I smiled
and chuckled, "Yes, yes I would." She put the photo on the dresser and then
walked back to where I sat on the edge of the bed and gently pushed me so that
I lay sideways across her bed, my feet on the floor. Standing between my legs
she looked at my erection. "Did Mistress Liz tell you to come see me?" Colleen
asked. "Yes, but how did you know?" I asked. She laughed lightly, "Because
you're new. Maya and Mistress Liz are demanding. They want their men to last
until they tell them to climax." "And you're not as demanding?" I asked as she
straddled my hips on her knees.

"Oh, I'm as demanding, but I look at it the other way, you need to be trained
to hold your orgasm and to maintain your erection," Colleen said, "Now let's
see how long you can last," and with no foreplay she held my shaft between
forefinger and thumb and lowered herself onto my cock.

She lowered herself to my chest and kissed the nap of my neck. "Think of
something other than your cock or the two of us having sex," she whispered in
my ear. I put my hands on her butt and squeezed although there was little
give. She tightened her muscles and said softly, "Think of a green meadow
surrounded by pines." I did as she suggested, though it was difficult at
first, but I soon found myself with my eyes shut, picturing a pastureland with
trees and a small stream running through it.

"Hmm," she said, and I was suddenly aware of her riding my penis. 'How long
had she been moving', I wondered. Colleen quickened the pace and with halting
breath whispered, "I'm going to climax soon, John, pump me harder." Again, I
did as I was told and we reached orgasm in unison.

I lay exhausted on the bed as Colleen got to her feet. "You did pretty well,"
she said, "but you'll have to stay hard a lot longer to satisfy Maya and
Mistress Liz, especially Mistress Liz." A bit disappointed at this I asked,
"How long?" She gave me a sly glance and said, "Maya and I have made love for
well over an hour and Mistress Liz seems insatiable." If she said this to
shock me, she did. "You and Maya and Mistress Liz?" I asked. "Yes, does that
surprise you?" she inquired. "No, not really," I lied, and then asked, "What
about Sergio?" She smiled broadly, "Sergio is a wonderful lover. Maya and
Mistress Liz have trained him well."

I had so much to process that my head was beginning to hurt. "I think I'd
better go to bed, Colleen," I said, "Thank you for taking care of me." She
smiled at this, "It was my pleasure, John, and I enjoyed it. Breakfast is at
seven tomorrow morning," and she opened her bedroom door for me.

I fell into bed and was asleep instantly. If I dreamed, I don't remember what
it was, but I'm sure it involved Colleen, Maya and Liz.

The next morning dawned sunny and clear. I had to go to work and tell Mr.
Baker that I was resigning.

As I was eating bacon, eggs and toast that Colleen had prepared, Mistress Liz
came in. She was dressed in a short black leather skirt, calf high boots and
emerald green silk blouse. "I need to go into the office today," she said to
Colleen, "but I'll be home early. John, be sure to tell your former employer
to mail your check here." "But I thought I would give them two-week's notice,"
I said. "You'll do no such thing," she said, "This will be your last day
there. I need you here. You're training begins tonight."

Stunned, I muttered, "Yes, mistress." "What," she said sternly, "don't mumble,
baby." "I said, yes, mistress," I repeated afraid to make eye contact with
her. "Good, Maya will go with you." My head swiveled, "But, mistress, I ... "
I began. She held up a hand to silence me. "Maya will go with you, Johnny, and
that's final," Liz said.

Maya and I drove to my office. She wore a short black leather skirt that ended
well above her knees. In fact, as I drove to the office, I noticed her skirt
rode up her well defined thighs to expose her pussy. She caught my glances and
said, "What, John, you've seen my pussy before," and with the tip of her index
finger, ran it along her labia and put it to my lips. I nearly ran off the
road and she laughed.

As we walked in I told Linda, the receptionist, "I need to speak with Mr.
Baker." She glanced from me to Maya and back to me. "Oh, Linda, this is, ahh,
this is ... " I began. "I'm Maya," Maya said, "John's fianc'e, it's nice to
meet you, Linda," and she reached across the reception desk to shake Linda's
hand.

"Mr. Baker is in, John; go right in," Linda said, "It's nice to meet you,
Maya." Maya flashed Linda a broad smile before I lead the way down the
corridor to Mr. Baker's office.

I knocked on the door and Mr. Baker said, "Yes?" I held the door for Maya and
then followed. Mr. Baker is in his mid-sixties with black hair with streaks of
grey.

"Oh, hi, John," he said, standing up and glancing at Maya. "Mr. Baker, this is
my fianc'e, Maya," I said, "Maya, Mr. Baker." "Hello," she said. "Please, have
a seat," Baker said indicating the chairs in front of his desk. We sat down
and Baker's eyes were immediately drawn to Maya's legs. I wasn't sure how much
he could see, but I imagine enough to make him lose his train of thought.
"Ahh, what can I do for you, John," Baker asked, his eyes never leaving Maya.

'I better get right to it', I thought. "Mr. Baker, I want to say that I'm
leaving." As soon as I said that his head snapped in my direction. "Leaving?
Did you say you were leaving?" he asked. "Yes," I told him, "I won't be coming
back; ahh, Maya and I are ... " "Eloping to Brazil, sir," she finished.
"Brazil?" he asked, "You're going to Brazil to get married?" "We're going to
live there, sir," I said. "Why, I don't know what to say," he began, "this
leaves me in an awkward position."

"I was hoping that you'd understand, sir," I said. He shifted between looking
at me and at Maya. "Yes, I suppose I understand young people in love," Baker
said, "but your work, who will take over your work?" "Richard can take it,
he's not busy," I said. Richard was Baker's nephew and, in my mind, a real
slacker. 'This would serve the boy right,' I thought. Baker seemed to be
thinking about this when Maya stood up and slowly walked around the desk.

She sat on the edge of the desk, facing Mr. Baker and with one stiletto clad
foot, pushed his chair back a little. "Johnny and I have a plane to catch, Mr.
Barker," Maya said, taking a card from her small purse, "This is where you may
send his final check," she sat it beside her on Baker's desk. Mr. Baker's eyes
were drawn to Maya's crotch, her foot still on the edge of his chair between
his legs. No one said a word for several minutes.

Maya stood up and walked slowly around the desk and raised an eyebrow. "We
have to be going now, Johnny, if we're going to catch our plane." "Yes, dear,"
I said, and extended my hand across Mr. Baker's desk. He shook my hand not
bothering to stand up, but I understood why as his crotch was stained from
having come in his pants. "I'm sorry this leaves you in an awkward position,"
I said, smiling. He smiled back briefly and I turned and walked out with Maya.

As we walked through the lobby, Maya glanced at Linda and smiled. Linda
returned the smile and Maya gave my hand a squeeze. "Just a moment, John," she
said. She stepped around the reception desk and looking down at Linda, took
the woman's chin in her hand and tilted her face upward, and then bent and
gave her a long kiss on the lips.

"It was nice to meet you, Linda," Maya said softly as she broke the kiss.
Linda's cheeks reddened and she glanced at me but then quickly back at Maya.

Maya and I walked to the elevators and took them down to the parking garage.
"What was that all about, kissing Linda," I asked. "She had soft lips, I
wanted to see how she tasted," Maya said. "And Mr. Baker?" I asked. She smiled
and held my arm as we stood by my car, "Baker is a man, and was unable to
control his desires," Maya said, "he wanted me, just as you do, but you're
more in control."

I unlocked the car and held the door open for my fianc'e. She sat in the seat
and swung her legs in, the skirt once again riding up on her thighs. She
looked at her hem line and then at me and said, "You will be able to drive and
not concentrate on my pussy, won't you?" I looked at her and said, "It will be
hard, but I'll try." She laughed and said, "Yes, it will be hard," and ran a
finger over the bulge in my crotch.

I shut the door and walked around to the driver's side, got in and quickly
drove home.

I pulled up to the mansion and opened Maya's car door for her. 'Home,' I
thought as I once again followed Maya into the foyer. As we walked, she kicked
off her stilettos, and then unzipped her skirt, leaving it where it fell and
finally unbuttoned and discarded her blouse. "Be sure to pick those up, and
I'll see you in my room upstairs," she said.

I stopped in my tracks and watched her shapely ass sway as she walked. I
collected her shoes, skirt and blouse. 'I'll see you in my room,' I thought.
Just the thought of seeing Maya in her room gave me an erection. I climbed the
staircase with anticipation.

... to be continued