My Muscle Mistress - Shopping with Mistress By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com If you would like to comment on 'My Muscle Mistress', please send an email to Muscle Fan at the address above. Reader's comments are always appreciated. Thanks - Muscle Fan I had been with Mistress Liz now for two months. Any thoughts of my former life or friends had disappeared from my memory. My life now was one of servitude and pleasure and for me, they went hand in hand. I loved my life and the lifestyle that Mistress Liz had afforded me. Whether it was having sex with one of my housemates or Mistress Liz, running errands or helping with the housework, I loved my life. So it was no imposition and no surprise when Mistress Liz asked me to go shopping with her. We drove to downtown Los Angeles, to the heart of the garment district and parked in a small lot off of an alley. There were only one or two other cars in the lot. "Are you sure this is the right place," I asked as I held the Hummer's door for Liz. "Positive," she said, "I've been coming here for years, follow me," and she led the way to a nondescript metal door set into a brick building. There was no name on the door or the building to indicate the name or business that was housed there. She knocked and a minute later the door was opened by a man who looked like a bodybuilder wearing a pair of gold Spandex briefs. "Hello, Tom, is Carrie here?" Liz asked. "Yes, mistress," Tom said, "please come in." He stepped aside and Liz had to turn sideways to enter the narrow entryway. I was about to follow when the muscular man blocked my way, folding his large arms across his chest. "It's OK," Liz said, from behind him, "he's with me." Tom looked at me from head to foot and then stepped aside. I squeezed past, but just barely. I followed Liz down a corridor and glanced over my shoulder. Tom's shoulders nearly touched the wall on either side of the entryway, but he was a good foot or more shorter than I. "Don't worry about Tom," Mistress Liz said over her shoulder, "his bark is worse than his bite. He's Carrie's man and security guard, but not the brightest man on the planet." We stepped from the corridor into a large warehouse filled with racks of clothes. Shelving along one wall had bolts of fabric in every imaginable color and pattern. "Liz!" a small African-American woman called as she navigated between the racks of clothes, "it's so good to see you again, and look at you, you've gotten a lot bigger," she said as she ran an ebony hand over Liz' bicep, "and who is this stud?" Liz chuckled looking at me from head to foot. "Carrie, this is John, John, this is Mistress Carrie, she owns the place." "How do you do, mistress," I said, shaking her hand. She did not let go but said, "I do quite well, thank you, John," and continued to look at me, running her tongue slowly over her large lips. "Watch out, John, she'll eat you for dinner," Liz said and laughed. Carrie laughed as well and asked, "Would he be more of a snack or a main course?" "Have you known me to have a boy who was just a 'snack'?" Liz said. "True, true," Carrie said, releasing my hand, "perhaps you'll share a little later." "Not if it involves Tom," Liz said, "he's just a hors d'oeuvre. Who's that?" Carrie turned to follow Liz' gaze. "She's new," Carrie said, "says her name is Carmine." Carmine was tall with long black hair that fell nearly to her ample butt. Not as beautiful as Maya, but with the same skin tone. She was examining clothing on a rack not far from us. Tom was approaching. He had to walk sideways to fit between the racks of clothing. He bent down and whispered in Carrie's ear, who whispered back. Tom made his way back to the corridor that we had passed through and disappeared. Carrie said, "A reporter, from the Observer. She wants to talk to me about my shop and who I cater to. I guess I'm getting a reputation," she smiled at this, "Do you mind? I'll get rid of her as soon as I can." "Not at all," Liz said, "it's your place, I'll browse." The girl that threaded her way towards us was thin with short spiked hair. She wore a smock or jumper over leggings. She wore no make-up which accentuated the plainness of the girl. She nodded at Mistress Liz and then Carrie steered her away from Liz and I. Liz began looking at the clothing on the racks of clothes while I trailed along. I glanced at Carmine who pulled something from the rack. She held up a fluorescent pink thong bathing suit, studying the skimpy suit and then glanced in my direction, catching my eye. She smiled, looked away and put the suit back on the rack. "What do you think of these," Mistress Liz asked. I turned to find her holding a pair of zebra print leggings up to her waist. "I like them," I said as she held them up studying the material or pattern. "Not my size," Liz said, replacing them on the rack, "but I may have Carrie make a pair for me." Glancing back at Carmine, she held up a neon blue c-kini, looking at the front panel and the piece that would ride in her butt. "Do you like her, John?" Liz whispered in my ear. I turned quickly and Liz smiled as I stammered, "Wh-what, who?" "Carmine, do you find her attractive?" Liz asked. "Ah-er, yes, mistress," I said, caught off guard by the question. Liz straightened up and then grabbed my wrist and walked me toward where Carmine stood. "Forgive my directness," Liz said, extending her hand, "but my boy here finds you attractive and would like to have sex with you. I'm Mistress Liz." The two shook hands and I must have been blushing because Carmine said, "Isn't he cute. Look, he's blushing like a little girl. I'm Carmine. I'm flattered, but I'm in a committed relationship, otherwise I would jump at the chance to have sex with him." "I understand," Liz said, and then turned to me, said, "Sorry John, but it looks like Carmine is taken." Just then, Carrie came up to the three of us with the plain girl following. "Carmine, Liz," Carrie said, "this is Megan, she's a reporter and would like to ask you two a few questions for a piece she's writing, if that's alright with you two. I told her I would ask." "It's fine with me," Liz said. "Me too," Carmine replied. "Thank you," Megan said, and Carrie turned and left. "First, let me tell you I'm writing a piece on alternate lifestyles," Megan continued, "Nothing 'kinky', just those individual's and their personal perspective of their lives. Carmine, let me ask how long you've been a dominatrix?" The woman chuckled and said, "But I'm not a dominatrix, I'm a T-girl, I'm not in to the dom thing at all." "Oh, I'm sorry," Megan said, "I didn't know, let's step over here and we can talk." Megan lead Carmine a short distance away. I looked at Liz who smiled and shrugged, and then back at Carmine. I had no idea Carmine was a man, she, or he, was beautiful. 'I guess it's true what they say,' I thought, 'you can't always tell a book by its cover'. Liz resumed browsing the racks of clothing holding up a leather vest, leather skirt, fleece leggings and spandex shorts. She put them all back on the rack. Carrie, seeing that we were once again alone came over. "Now, what brings you in today," she asked. "I need a couple of new business suits; skirt, slacks, jackets and blouse and maybe two or three pair of leggings. You know how hard it is to fit me." Carrie smiled and said, "I do, and if you get any more muscular, I'm going to have make all new patterns and start charging you more." "Oh, please," Liz said, and then to me, "Carrie works wonders with a needle and thread. She makes everything custom and charges for it too." This got a laugh from Carrie. "Let me get some measurements, mistress, just slip off your clothes," Carrie said. Without hesitation, Liz stepped out of her ankle boots and slid the leggings she was wearing down her legs, and then removed her blouse, handing both to me. Carrie let out a whistle and said, "I wasn't kidding when I said you've packed on the muscle." She took a pad from a pocket and Carrie said, "OK, we'll start at the top and work down, turn around." Liz did and Carrie measured her across the shoulders; 42", chest, 40", waist, 26", hips, 32" and calves, 19". "OK, turn around, baby," Carrie said. She measured her neck at 17" and asked, "Are you a C or D cup?" Liz laughed and cupped her breasts, "I have no idea, I don't wear a bra. Fortunately I don't need one." "I can see that," Carrie said, touching one nipple with the tip of her finger. "All you have to do now is pick out the material, I'll take it from there," Carrie said, folding her notebook and hanging her measuring tape around her neck. "Thanks, Carrie," Liz said, as Carrie turned to leave. Carmine and Megan finished their interview and as Megan was putting her notes in her handbag, Carmine turned down the aisle we were in. "Oh, my," she/he said, putting a hand to his/her mouth, "look at that body!" "Do you like?" Liz asked, flexing her bicep. "Ooh, baby, that's killer," Carmine said, stopping briefly and looking at Liz, "and those tits are to die for, girl, you've got me so hot, I have to go home and take care of myself." Liz smiled and said, "It was nice meeting you, Carmine, maybe I'll see you around." "I hope so, sweetie," and blew both Liz and I a kiss as she/he headed for the door. "Would you like to put your clothes back on," Megan asked. Liz and I had been watching the departing Carmine and hadn't heard Megan approach. "Does it bother you me being naked?" Liz asked. "No, it doesn't bother me," Megan said, "I just thought that, well, you might be more comfortable if you got dressed." "Actually, I'm comfortable being naked, I've worked long and hard to sculpt this body," Liz replied, "I don't mind showing people the rewards of my work." "Well," Megan said, glancing at her watch, "I'm running a bit behind, but I would like to talk to you more about the dominant lifestyle and certainly your body." I laughed and Megan realized what she had just said. "I meant to say, talk to you more about your training and exercise," Meagan corrected herself, "Would it be possible to get together later?" "I don't see why not," Liz said, "You can get my number from Carrie. Call and John or Maya will set something up." "Thank you," Carrie said, "I will. It was nice to meet you and you too, John." "Thank you," I said. Megan headed to Carries office and Mistress Liz and I resumed looking at fabric and material. Within a half hour Liz had made her selections. "I'll take care of everything," Carrie said, "I've even got some new material coming in from Italy that I think you'll like, if it's half as good as what I think it is, I'll make you something special." "Thanks, Carrie, you're the best," Liz said, "now I guess John and I should be going before I spend more money here." "Before you dress, could I suck that sweet little clit of yours," she asked, "I couldn't help but notice when I was measuring you that even this has grown," and she ran a finger over Liz' clit. Liz chuckled and said, "I've never denied you anything, Carrie, it would please me to have you service my 'she-cock'." Carrie sunk to her knees and tongued Liz' clit as I watched. Within minutes, Liz threw her head back and moaned softly, "Hmm, yea, baby, that's it, that's it," and she had a massive orgasm. Her legs and hips shuddered as Carrie lapped her juices. The sight of the pair drove me crazy and I knew I had to come. Liz' shudder subsided and she opened her eyes. She knew that I needed to relieve myself. "Carrie," she said stepping away from her, "take care of my man, he's about ready to explode." And explode I did as Carrie unzipped my shorts and my erection sprang free. Semen arced and landed not only on Carrie but Mistress Liz and a desk. "Don't worry," Carrie said, wiping a small puddle of cum from her thigh, "I'll have Tom clean this up." We left and when we got home, pulling through the gate, Liz said, "It looks like we have company." A plane dark grey sedan sat in the driveway and as we pulled in behind it, Maya opened the front door and walked down the steps to greet us. She was wearing a red silk Chinese style sheathe with a high collar. "Whose here?" Liz asked. "A couple of detectives, mistress," she said, "they came to talk about Brian." Liz glanced at me and I asked, "Who's Brian?" "Where are they?" Liz asked Maya. "I took them to the library, Colleen is taking them coffee," Maya said. "Alright," Liz said and then turning to me said, "Brian is the man who was here before you," and turned and walked up the steps and into the house. In the library, Colleen had just finished serving the coffee. "Liz, this is detectives Brown and Martin," Maya said by way of making the introductions. Detective Brown was a male, about my height with thinning hair and a bit of a flabby stomach. Detective Martin on the other hand was a rather attractive female with short brunette hair. Both wore grey suits with their badge on their belts. Once introductions were made and everyone had taken their seats, Liz said, "Maya tells me that you came about Brian, is he in some kind of trouble?" Martin and Brown exchanged glances and Detective Brown said, "I'm sorry to say that Brian is dead. Hikers found his body near Joshua Tree." "I'm sorry to hear that," Mistress Liz said, "he was a nice man." "Can you tell me the last time you saw Brian," Detective Martin asked. "I don't remember the exact date," Liz said, "but it was the day he left. Maya drove him to the airport." The two detectives turned to Maya and she said, "Yes, it was about three months ago, I would think, I drove him to John Wayne Airport." "What airline?" Detective Martin asked. "American, I think," Maya said, "but like I said, it was probably three months ago, so I'm not one hundred percent certain." "John, would you get me my checkbook from my office?" Liz asked. I left and returned with the checkbook. Liz opened the book and flipped pages until she found what she was looking for. "Here it is," she said, ripping the copy from the book, "February 12th," she said, "that was the day, Brian left." She handed the receipt to Detective Brown. "This is for five thousand dollars," Detective Brown said to Liz. "Yes," Liz said, "that was his salary plus a bit of a bonus, like I said, he was a nice man and a good assistant." "May we keep this," Detective Martin asked taking the receipt from her partner. "Certainly," Liz said. "Do either of you know where Brian was flying to?" Detective Brown asked. "Pittsburgh, I believe," Liz said, "I think he said he had to leave to take care of some family business in Pittsburgh." The two detectives nodded and jotted down what Liz had told them. "I think that will do it," Detective Brown said, standing up. Detective Martin also stood as did Liz. They shook hands and Brown said, "One thing we failed to mention was that Brian appeared to have been beaten, you wouldn't know anything about that would you?" "Certainly not," Liz said. Maya shook her head. "Very well then," Detective Brown said, "If we need more information, we'll be in touch." "Of course," Liz said, "Maya, please show the two detectives out." "Mistress, what happened to Brian?" I asked. Liz looked at me and I fully expected her to tell me it was none of my business, which it wasn't but instead she said, "Brian disobeyed me. He began a relationship with a girl. That took his attention and focus away from the family." "Did you kill him?" I asked straight to the point. "I did," Maya said, coming back into the room. She unbuttoned her dress and allowed it to fall to the floor. "I killed him because his attention was drawn to someone else. It took away from his duties," Maya said and began to unbutton my shirt. "He began a relationship with a girl that would have brought attention to us," she said and slipped my shirt from my shoulders and then proceeded to unfasten my belt and unzip my pants. "Quite honestly, I don't know what he saw in her," Maya continued as my pants fell to my ankles and my erection grew. "I mean, between Mistress Liz and I and even Colleen, why did he feel a need to have a relationship with a slut?" "Slut?" I asked. "A common woman," Liz said from behind me, "she was nothing, perhaps a pretty face, but not much of a body, right Maya?" "Yes, mistress," Maya said gently stroking my penis. I could feel Mistress Liz' breath on the back of my neck as I cocked my head to one side and Liz nibbled on my neck. "Not a body as good as mine or Mistress Liz. You would never do that, would you, John," Maya said. "No, no I wouldn't," I said. "Good boy," Mistress Liz said, reaching around from behind and taking my now fully erect penis from Maya. Maya pressed me close and kissed Liz over my shoulder. Liz was up against my back, her firm breasts pressed against my shoulders, while Maya straddled my shaft and said, "Hmm, you feel good between my legs, John," and giggled. She then kissed Liz again, their tongues exploring one another's mouth. Reaching around me, Maya embraced Mistress Liz and held her tight, "Let's go to my room," Mistress Liz whispered. The pair turned to go and I said, "What happened to the girl?" They looked at me and Liz laughed lightly, "I took care of her while Maya disposed of Brian. I wish she had been more of a challenge, but in the end, I cracked her skull with my thighs. I doubt the authorities will ever find her body." A chill ran up my spine and I shuddered. The two left and I was about to leave when Colleen came in to collect the coffee cups. She still had on a knee length skirt and blouse as well as her customary apron. "Oh," she exclaimed, "I saw Mistress Liz and Maya going upstairs. I didn't know you were still here." "I was about to leave," I said, "but were you here when Brian was here?" "Yes," she said. "So you met his girlfriend?" I asked. "Yes, a couple of times," Colleen said, "she was pretty in a plain sort of way, but I don't think she fit in with us." "How so?" I asked. "You know," Colleen said, "our lifestyle. Walking around naked, she wasn't proud of her body, I think she was embarrassed. I think she was trying to talk Brian in to leaving." "I see, and do you know what happened to Brian and the girl?" Colleen smiled and said, "Of course, Maya killed Brian and Mistress Liz took care of the girl. Her name was Karen by the way." I couldn't believe how matter of fact Colleen told me that. I was still having a difficult time comprehending what they had done. "Look, John," Colleen said, "I know what you're thinking, and I can't justify their actions, but if they had allowed Brian and Karen to walk away from us, they would have exposed us and we'd have news vans lined up in the streets portraying us as freaks, is that what you would want?" I was slow to answer and she said, "Look, let me take these coffee cups to the kitchen and then I'll come to your room and we can talk about it, alright?" I collected my clothes and went to my room. When Colleen arrived, she was no longer dressed. "I don't have long," she said, "I'll have to start dinner in a few hours, but until then, I want you to take care of me, will you do that, John?" For the next two hours I brought her to numerous orgasms, climaxing myself as she sat astride my hips flexing her small but beautiful muscles. 'I'm powerless when it comes to muscular women', I thought, 'Brian must have been a fool to even consider leaving this house. I'm not sure I could be satisfied with an 'normal' woman no matter how attractive or beautiful she was.' And so it was that I pushed any further thoughts of Brian and his girlfriend Karen out of my mind. I had found my own paradise. to be continued ...