My Muscle Mistress - Not Your Typical Day
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com



As most of you know who have been reading my story, I live in a house
dominated by Mistress Liz. She is attended by not only myself, but Maya a dark
Brazilian beauty who acts as her personal assistant, Sergio, an Italian who
tends to the grounds of Mistress Liz' estate and Colleen who is the
housekeeper and cook. The five of us share a unique world in which we tend to
the house and our mistress, as well as sharing each other. If this sounds a
bit bizarre, perhaps it is to an outsider, but we have come to embrace our
lifestyle, and more importantly, embrace Mistress Liz.

Mistress Liz. Mistress Liz is a dominatrix, who controls us and the rest of
her world. She is a licensed realtor, real estate broker and entrepreneur. She
could be a world class bodybuilder, should she choose to be, but is content to
develop her muscles for her personal use. She is stronger than any woman and
probably most men. Working out with her in our home gym, I have seen her dead
lift, squat and press massive amounts of weight. While she is a dominatrix,
she treats the four of us with kindness and respect, unless we cross her.
While she is only demanding when need be, she does expect unquestioning and
complete dedication in mind and body. So when Mistress Liz asks one of to do
so, we do it regardless of what we are doing or who we are with.

Maya is tall with jet black hair and flawless deep brown skin. She is
athletic, but not nearly as muscular as Mistress Liz. Maya is not only
Mistress Liz' personal assistant; but she is her favorite female lover as
well. As the other female members of the house, Maya makes love not only to
Mistress Liz, but Sergio, Colleen and myself when she so desires.

Sergio is a handsome man with dark skin from working outside and black hair.
He is powerful, but pales in comparison to Mistress Liz. Sergio occasionally
acts as Liz' driver as well as tending to estate and the mistress' other
needs. Mistress Liz has confided in me that I'm a better lover than Sergio,
but I wouldn't tell him that.

Colleen is a fair skinned Irish lass, her porcelain skin dotted with freckles.
Petite in stature, she is deceptively strong and deceptively good in bed. Her
true talent, however, is in the kitchen where she makes the most wonderful
meals. While we all pitch in with household chores, Colleen is the 'Princess
of Housework', organizing and delegating what needs to be done.

As for me, I not only help with the housework, run errands and accompany
mistress on her various business ventures, but also I am her main male lover.
She has trained me to endure her physical type of love making and to develop
the stamina to hold my erection until she needs me to climax. This is not easy
as I love strong muscular women and even in the days before coming to live
with Mistress Liz, I would fantasize about them while I made love to a
'normal' girl as I refer to them.

Our house is a large two-story estate, set behind a stone wall and wrought
iron gate. We sit far enough back from the road that prying eyes are unable to
see the front door. Mistress Liz has an extensive library with many first
editions, artwork with several pieces by the 'old masters' and other
collectables.

Perhaps it was the homes seclusion that attracted the attention of a burglar
one evening or maybe just its size, but whatever the reason, we were alerted
by Colleen who had gone to the kitchen, which is adjacent to her room, for a
glass of milk.

The intruder, dressed entirely in black, was in the library. He was using a
small flashlight to examine the old books. "What caught my eye," Colleen told
us later, "was the light under the door." Upon noticing the light she quietly
went up the stairs to Mistress Liz' bedroom, and wrapped lightly on the door.
I padded to the door to see who was knocking. "Oh, John," Colleen said softly,
"someone is in the library." Thinking it was Sergio or Maya, I was about to
tell her that when Mistress Liz asked from the bed, "Who is it, John?"
"Colleen," I said quietly, "she says someone is in the library."

Liz got up and stretched, and then said, "Let's go see who it is." The three
of us went downstairs and stood quietly in the hallway outside the library.
There was a brief flash of light under the door and then the soft squeak of
the bookshelf ladder being moved.

As Liz threw the door open, and the three of us rushed into the room. "Who are
you and what are you doing?" she shouted. The man who was on the ladder that
provided access to the higher shelves looked as if he were about to fall off.
"Get off the ladder," I said once he had caught and steadied himself. Rather
than climbing down immediately, he stood on the step, perhaps six-feet in the
air looking at the three of us, his mouth slightly agape.

I padded to the ladder and was about to reach for the man's leg when he kicked
out, striking my hand. This left him momentarily off balance and I grabbed the
pants leg of his other leg and pulled quickly. He tried hanging on to the
ladder, but was unable to defy gravity and landed on the floor.

Liz came over and the man looked at her standing above him. 'He's probably
gauging whether he should fight this muscle woman or make a run for it,' I
thought. Liz reached down and grabbed a handful of the man's black sweatshirt
and lifted him up. 'If he was thinking of fighting Liz,' I thought, 'he's
changed his mind.'

"Hey, put me down," he protested, finally speaking. "Shut up, creep," I said
standing to the side of Liz, "Should I call the police, mistress?" "Not yet,
John, not yet," Liz said, and then turning to Colleen she said, "Tell Sergio
to come here, baby." Colleen looked one more time at the man and turned and
hurried off to fetch Sergio.

Liz still held the man off the floor and he again said, "Put me down, who are
you people?" and began to struggle trying to free himself. "Who are we," I
said, "Who are you; we live here, you broke in to steal from us." "My name is
Frank," he said, "now put me down."

"What is it, Mistress?" Sergio said from the doorway, Maya at his side. Then
he saw the man that Liz held and said, "Who's that?" "That's Frank and he
broke in to rob us," I said. "It looks to me as if he picked the wrong house,"
Maya said, examining one fingernail. "What would you like me to do, mistress,"
Sergio asked. "Get me a few of those wire ties that you use to hold the trees
to the stakes," Liz said, "I think we'll use those to hold him until we decide
what to do with him." Sergio left to get the plastic binding strips.

"Shouldn't we call the police and hand him over to them?" Colleen asked. Liz
seemed to consider this but it was Maya who said, "If we were a normal
household, perhaps, but we are a little different, Colleen," looking up and
down at the naked girl. Colleen looked from Maya to me to Liz and then back to
Maya and said, "I see what you mean, Maya, calling the police would invite
outsiders and perhaps the media to camp on our doorstep." "Exactly," I said,
"but what options do we have?"

Sergio came back with the plastic ties and Liz said, "Put them on his wrist
and ankles, I don't want him running off." Sergio did as instructed and Liz
dropped the man to the floor where, rather than landing on his feet, he fell
on his back. "Hey," he said, "Easy big girl, just call the police and be done
with it; this won't be my first time." He rolled back and forth trying to
loosen his bindings, but apparently Sergio did a good job tightening them. He
stopped after a minute or two realizing the futility and lay on one side
looking at Liz.

"What kind of place is this, why are the four of you naked?" he asked. Liz
smiled and said, "Frank, you sure have a lot of questions about us for a man
who doesn't belong here." "Is this some kind of sex club or bordello?" he
asked. Liz, Maya and I laughed. "Not at all," Maya said, "we just choose to be
naked; we work hard at keeping our bodies in the best shape possible." Frank
from his position on the floor looked at each of us, and then said, "Yea,
whatever, but it's just weird." "Maybe to someone like you it's weird, but
it's our house and our lifestyle," I said.

"So, what's it going to be, baby," Frank said addressing Liz again, "Are you
going to call the police or let me go?" Liz looked down at the man and then
putting her hands on her hips, said, "First, you need to learn some respect;
I'm not your 'baby'. You may call me Mistress Liz." The man sneered and said,
"Sure, sure, Mistress 'whatever', but what are you going to do, call the cops
or let me walk out of here?" Liz stood there, obviously weighing her options
and finally coming to a decision.

"Sergio, get his keys and find his car," Liz said, "bring it around front,
Maya, grab his wallet." Sergio left and Maya reached down and the man rolled
onto his back so that she couldn't pick his wallet from his back pocket. "Roll
over, bitch," Maya said, and when Frank didn't move she kicked him in the
ribs. The man gave a sharp cry of pain and involuntarily curled into a fetal
position. Maya retrieved the wallet and handed it to Liz.

Liz pulled out his driver's license and looked at the address. "Hmm," Liz
said, "Not far from here, John, go get dressed; we're going for a ride." Liz
handed the wallet back to Maya and said, "Put this back where he had it, while
John and I are gone, put the things back that he stole. Colleen, bring John
and I a couple of pair of latex gloves."

Liz and I left to put clothes on. Sergio had parked the man's car near the
front door. Liz carried Frank out and threw him into the backseat of his car,
and then put on the pair of latex gloves that Colleen had brought. I followed
her to Frank's condo in the Hummer, parking it in a designated visitor space
while Liz parked in a spot with the condo's address on it.

She unlocked the door and we stepped into the entryway. "Wait here, I'll get
Frank," Liz said and went back out to the car where Frank was frantically
kicking at the side window in the back seat. "Shut up or I'll shut you up,
bitch," Liz told him once she opened the back door. "Go screw yourself," Frank
hissed. "Have it your way," Liz replied and hit the man in the jaw. Frank was
out in a second. She carried him under her arm into his condo.

"What happened to him?" I asked as she dropped the man on the floor like a
log. "He got mouthy with me," Liz said, "I had to hit him so that he wouldn't
attract attention to us." "So what shall we do, mistress," I asked. She stood
in the middle of the small living room looking around. The condo was small and
you could see all but the bedroom area from where we stood.

"What a dump," Liz said, "Let's look around, gag him in case he comes around."
I found a dishrag in the kitchen sink and a towel in a guest bathroom off the
living room. I jammed the dishrag into Frank's mouth and then secured the
towel around his mouth and tied it behind his head.

I caught up with Mistress Liz in the master bedroom. Master bedroom was being
generous; the bedroom was small with one end table, a queen size bed and one
dresser whose drawers, when pulled out, bumped into the side of the bed. "This
place is a dump," I said, repeating Liz' earlier assessment, "he obviously
doesn't pick the right places to rob." Liz opened the night stand and took out
a handful of porno magazines and a box of condom.

I opened the sliding closet door and looked at the jeans and shirts hanging
there. Then I found something interesting. I pulled out a hanger with a
backless sundress on it and one with a silk blouse. I turned and held them up
for Liz. "Do you think Frank likes to dress as a girl occasionally?" I asked.
She took the two hangers from me, holding them up. "They look a bit small for
Frank," she said, throwing them on the bed.

She removed her black leather vest and tossed that on the bed and then
slipping the silk blouse off the hanger, put it on her massive arms. The
sleeve stretched and ripped along the seam. First one sleeve and then the
other, the shredded blouse clung to Liz' torso. Flexing her biceps she brought
her arms across her chest and the back of the shirt, or rather what was left
of the shirt was split up the back.

Just then the phone on the bedside table rang. We both looked at it and it
rang a second time and then a third. Before the fourth ring, Frank's voice
came on and told the caller to leave a message. "Frank, I'll be there in five
minutes, see ya'" the female voice said before hanging up.

"Looks like we're going to have company," Liz said, "Let's go greet her." We
went back to the living room where Frank was just coming around. I propped him
on the couch and as I turned to the door, and the sound of a key being
inserted. "Frank," a girl of perhaps twenty-five called out, "It's me," she
said as she stepped into the living room.

When she saw me standing there she froze. "Who are you," she said quietly, and
then her eyes opened wide as she saw Frank on the couch, bound and gagged.
Louder, she said, "What's going on here, who are you?"

Liz, who had been standing behind the door, shut it with one hand and turned
the deadbolt. She snaked her free hand around the girl and covering her mouth.
"Ssh," Liz hissed in the girl's ear, "Be calm and you'll be OK." The girl
frantically tried to pull free but to no avail.

"John, give me something to gag her with," Liz said, and I looked around the
sparsely furnished living room. "Your panties, John, give me your panties,"
Liz said. I quickly unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them off, and then stepped
out of the white satin thong that I had been wearing. I handed it to Liz who
stuffed it deep into the girl's mouth.

Liz took her chin in one hand and held her head in place and said, "I'll break
something if you scream or try to remove that gag, do you understand?" The
girl mumbled something and then shook her head. "Good," Liz said. She was
looking at me and must have realized that all I had on was a T-shirt because
she was staring at my penis. I smiled at her, but she was too focused on my
groin.

Liz let go of the girl who turned to look at Liz. Her eyes widened as she took
in the she-hulk behind her. Liz smiled, "You're a pretty little thing; I'll
bet you're Frank's girlfriend, am I right?" The girl nodded. Liz continued to
smile looking down at the girl. "Isn't she pretty, John?" Liz asked. "I
suppose, mistress," I said. "You don't want to have sex with her, John?" Liz
asked. "If it's what you desire," I said. "Hmm, I haven't decided yet," Liz
said, and the girl quickly turned to me, mumbling into her gag.

"Was this your blouse?" Liz asked and the girl turned once more to look at Liz
and nodded. "Oh, I'm sorry, I just tried it on and, well, I guess it didn't
fit," Liz said and laughed, and grasping the shirt by the front, ripped it
from her body and threw it on the floor. "You can see why it didn't fit, can't
you," Liz said, cupping each of her breasts, "I'm a little bigger than you,"
and she paused and then said, "well, actually, I'm a lot bigger than you and
I'm not just talking about my tits. Look at these guns," and Liz flexed a
massive bicep only inches from the woman's face.

"Do you want to worship my body, little one? Would you like that?" Liz asked.
I didn't think the woman was going to say 'yes' or 'no', but finally she
nodded her head. Liz smiled and said, "Good choice," and plucked my pair of
panties from the girl's mouth.

Liz put a finger to her mouth and said, "Now remember, if you scream or yell,
I'm going to put the gag back and you'll be sorry you did, do you understand?"
"Yes," she said softly staring at Liz' massive chest. "Good, now what's your
name, baby?" Liz asked unbuttoning the girl's top. "Jane," she whispered.
"Well, Jane," Liz said slipping her blouse from her shoulders, "have you ever
been with a woman before?" Jane shook her head. Liz smiled and unbuttoned
Jane's jeans and said, "Good, a virgin then. I'll be your first, the one you
will always remember, isn't that right, John?" "Yes, mistress," I said.

"You may call me Mistress Liz, Jane," Liz said as she pulled her jeans down
her legs. "Mistress Liz," the girl muttered. "Yes, Mistress Liz," Liz said,
"John, take off her bra and panties." "Yes, mistress," I said and unfastened
her bra and slipped it from her shoulders and then peeled her panties down her
legs, letting them fall to the floor.

Liz stepped back and looked at the girl. "Hmm," she said, reaching out and
pinching Jane's nipples, "you're a precious little thing. Isn't that right,
Frank?" I turned to look at the man on the couch who was watching wide-eyed.
He shook his head in response to Liz's comment.

Liz slid her leggings down and stepped out of them and Jane gasped. Liz
laughed out loud and said, "What do you think, Jane, would you like to make
love to my clit, run your tongue or hands over these muscles or would you like
me to have John satisfy you?" Jane leaned in close to Liz and, standing on her
tip toes, whispered in my mistress' ear. "Really?" Liz asked. Jane, again
whispered to Liz and this time Liz smiled and said, "I see, very well then, I
will see you in a while."

Stepping from in front of Jane, she came to me and said softly, "I'm taking
Frank to the bedroom, you may please Jane, but keep in mind, when I return, I
want her to myself." "Yes, mistress," I said, knowing that this would be the
last I'd see of Frank.

Liz grabbed Frank by the arm and marched him to the back bedroom all the while
he was struggling to break free of a grasp he had no chance of slipping. Jane
turned to me and said softly, "Please, be gentle." I smiled and embraced her
and whispered in her ear, "I will, I'll take it slow."

I lifted her in the air and while not yet fully erect, I teased her clit with
the head of my penis. With one arm around my neck and me cradling her lower
back, she reached down with her free hand and guided me to her. Slowly I
entered her and she caught her breath. "Am I hurting you," I asked. "A little,
but don't stop," Jane said. And I didn't. Although I didn't reach a climax,
Jane did, four times, before Liz returned, her body glistening with sweat. I
lowered Jane to her feet.

Liz went to Jane and put a hand behind her head and kissed her full on the
lips exploring her mouth with her tongue. When Liz broke the kiss, she said
softly, "Showing Frank my awesome strength made me horny, baby; I need you to
please me." "Is he ... " Jane started to ask. "Dead?" Liz said, "Yes, he is,
you don't have to worry about him anymore."

Jane sunk to her knees keeping her hands on Liz' muscular abs and immediately
teased mistress stiff clit with the tip of her tongue. The site made me erect
and Liz said, "Go on, John, you may get yourself off while Jane worships me."

And worship her she did. For Jane never having been with a woman before, let
alone one as shredded as Mistress Liz, she was able to give Liz three earth
shattering orgasms. As Mistress Liz was in the midst of that third orgasm, I
exploded, sending my semen onto the shoulder and back of Jane. If she was
surprised or repulsed, she gave no indication, but once she was done with
Mistress Liz, she stood up and with a swipe of her finger removed some from
her shoulder and placed it on the tip of her tongue.

"I think we should shower and then get out of here," Liz said. We used the
guest bath off the hall. It was small, but with the shower door open, the
three of us crowded into the stall, lathering and fondling one another. We
toweled off and dressed.

"Would you get my things from the bedroom," Jane asked me, "I don't want to go
in there and see Frank." "Not a problem," I said, and opened the door. The
inside of the rear bedroom looked as if ha hurricane had gone through it.
Furniture was smashed and clothing was strewn about and in the middle of the
bed lay what use to be Frank, naked and no longer bound. He was bruised and
bloody and thankfully, faced away from the door.

I gathered everything that belonged to Jane including toiletries, which I put
in a tote bag that was on the floor next to the dresser. I took everything to
the living room and gave it to her.

"Thank you, John," she said, "Frank was a bastard. He called me terrible names
and hit me, but I couldn't bring myself to leave him, but I couldn't bear to
see him dead." "Its better you didn't go in there," I said and looked at
Mistress Liz who only smiled. "Pull the door shut when you leave," I said, and
Liz and I left.

Walking to the Hummer, I said, "You really beat Frank up. Was that necessary?"
It was the first time I questioned my mistress. "No, not necessary," she said,
"but he was deserving of everything he got. It felt so good to crush him." I
glanced at her and she was smiling which sent a chill through me.

As we drove the short distance home, I thought, 'I'm glad I please Mistress
Liz, I'd hate to be on her bad side, but this hasn't exactly been a typical
day.'

We arrived and the house was dark except for the light on in the entryway.
Colleen, Sergio and Maya had all gone to bed. "Come to my room, John," Liz
said, "Sleep with me." I was exhausted but couldn't refuse. 'Where does she
get all of her energy?' I wondered as we climbed the stairs to her room.

to be continued ...