Sharing My Life
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com



Prologue: I'm tall, standing six-feet and very muscular. I work out and train
every day. I enjoy what I do and I think I can say I've never had a client
leave unsatisfied. I attribute my height and strength to good genetics,
regular workouts, vitamins and other supplements, several of which are not
readily available here in the States.

Because of my size and appearance, I generally draw the attention of men and
women I come into contact with.

I am sharing this little bit of my life with 'Muscle Fan', one of my slaves,
who is a fantastic writer. If you enjoy it, please let him know at
covert.1@hotmail.com

I pulled into a market on the way home from a business meeting in Los Angeles.
I had never been to this market before, but it was one of a chain of stores
that I usually frequented. I had no trouble finding the canned goods and
bottled water that I needed and was in the produce section looking at the
apples when I noticed a male customer standing at the celery watching me.

He made no pretense of selecting celery, but stared openly as I picked out
firm apples and placed them in a plastic bag. I knew my breasts were on
display as I leaned across the fruit bin to select an apple at the back of the
bin, giving the man a nice view of my striated chest and tits.

Suddenly, there was the muted sound of thunder and I looked up to see water
spray the vegetables and the case that the man was standing in front of. Not
only did the spray dampen the vegetables in the case, celery included, but it
also sprayed the front of his pants. At first, he seemed not to notice, he was
so engrossed in watching me, but then he realized that he was being sprayed.
He stepped away from the vegetable case, albeit too late, and looked from the
wet crotch of his pants to me.

I smiled and walked to the man, the smile frozen on my face. "Looks like you
wet your pants, baby," I said, "was I that distracting?" His mouth opened
revealing even white teeth, but he didn't say anything. I lifted the apple I
was holding so that he took note of the Granny Smith in my hand. I squeezed
it, reducing it to mush, and then let the pieces fall to the floor. I put a
wet, apple juice coated finger to his lips and he sucked my finger.

I withdrew my finger and said, "Be careful, sweetie, the floor is as wet as
your pants," and I turned and walked away. As I walked back to my cart, I knew
he was checking out my butt. I was wearing black Spandex leggings, ankle boots
with 3-inch heels and a turquoise silk blouse. The leggings and heels showed
off my muscular quads, calves and buttocks while increasing my height to
6'-3".

The market was sparsely populated. I unloaded my goods onto the belt and
wheeled the shopping cart to the checker. The checker, 'Sue' her nametag said,
was short and a bit over weight. She ran my purchases across the scanner
without looking up. It was only when she was done that she glanced at me.
"Wow!" she said. I smiled at her. "I'm sorry," she said, "I mean I didn't
expect to see you, ah, I mean that you ... " "What?" I asked, "That I'm so
big?" Sue nodded and began to bag my purchases.

"I'm sorry," she apologized, "I've never seen a woman as big as you. Roger
would be excited." "Roger, is that your boyfriend or husband?" I asked.
"Boyfriend," she said, "he really likes women with muscles." "A lot of men do,
Sue," I told her, "You just need to firm up a bit. For a woman your size it
wouldn't be hard to pack on a pound or two of muscle." "Really?" she asked,
"but I don't have time to spend in the gym." "You could train here," I told
her, "I bet I could show you a few exercises." "Will you?" she asked. "Sure,"
I said.

Sue turned the light out for her check stand indicating she was closed. She
spoke into a telephone on the side of the stand and said, "John, I'm taking my
break now," and hung up.

"Follow me," she said and I pushed my cart as I followed her to the rear of
the store. We went through a set of double doors into the storage area of the
market. Pallets were stacked with boxes, can goods and produce. The pallets
were on the floor as well as on large racks against the rear wall. She led me
to the back corner where there was a table and several chairs.

"How strong are you?" she asked. "Watch," I said as I snaked my fingers around
four or five of the metal vertical bars that formed the shopping cart. I
closed my fingers and the bars began to bend. I looked at Sue as her eyes
widened. The welds holding the vertical bars to a horizontal bar gave way and
the bars bent until they touched. "Wow," Sue said, "That's amazing." "Thanks,
now if you start doing curls with say cans of soup, you'll start to firm up
those biceps of yours," I told her.

I went to a box on a pallet nearby that said, 'soup,' and ripped open the top
flap withdrawing two cans. "See, like this," I said, and showed her how to do
curls with a can of soup in each hand. "Then, as your strength increases, you
work with a larger can or something heavier," I said. "There are a lot of
exercises you can do without going to a gym. Maybe you want to get a video and
watch it," I told her. "Roger has several," she said, "He watches them." "You
might want to watch them too and think about what you can use here to do the
exercises," I said.

"You'll find Roger will notice and I can almost guarantee that your sex life
will improve," I said. Sue blushed and said, "Really?" I laughed and turned to
retrieve my shopping cart.

The man from the produce aisle stood there watching Sue and I. "Sir," Sue
said, "You're not supposed to be back here." "She's back here," he said. "Yes,
but I asked her to come back here, I'm sorry but I'm going to have to ask you
to leave."

The man laughed and said, "I'm not going anywhere." Sue took a step toward the
man and he held up a box cutter, probably taken from a clerk's apron that was
on a hook by the door to the storage area.

"I'll handle this, Sue," I said. She looked at me and then said to the man,
"Sir, why don't you put the knife down and we can talk about this." "This,
this, bitch, made a fool of me," he said, "I'm going to make her pay." "Look,"
I said, "I have no idea what you're talking about, why not just put the knife
down and we can all go home." "You humiliated me," he said. The front of his
pants were still wet where the produce spray had soaked his trousers but now I
saw that he had climaxed as well.

I chuckled and he lifted the box cutter up, ready to rush me. "Ah, did I make
you come in your pants?" I said, and Sue looked closely at the front of his
pants and giggled. He turned quickly toward Sue, the box cutter held in front
of him. "Stop it!" he shouted and lunged toward Sue. I struck his forearm with
the edge of my hand, breaking his arm. "Aww," he cried in pain, releasing the
box cutter. It clattered to the floor. "Go get your manager," I told Sue. She
glanced at me once and then took off running the way we had come.

"You poor weak boy," I said, "can't you control that cock of yours? No woman
wants a sissy like you." "Stop it, please, stop it," he pleaded. I laughed out
loud and said, "Pathetic worm, maybe someone in prison will make you his
bitch, but you'd like that wouldn't you?" Tears ran from his eyes and his nose
ran.

"What's going on here?" the manager said as he ran up to us, Sue close behind.
'Paul' his nametag said. "That's the man," Sue said, pointing at the man. Paul
looked at me and then to the man, "Did you threaten Sue and this woman with a
box cutter?" he asked the man. "Bitches," the man replied.

"I called the police," Paul said, still looking at the man who hadn't moved
and only cradled his broken arm. "Sue, go bring the officers back here, I
don't want to scare our other customers." Sue headed back to the store. Soon
she returned, an officer a stride behind her.

The man, now sitting on the pallet of soup can cartons only glanced up
briefly. The box cutter still lay on the floor where the man had dropped it.
The cop picked it up from the floor and retracted the blade and put it in his
pocket. The policeman then handcuffed the man on the cartons who seemed to be
unaware of what was going on around him.

For the next twenty minutes, I gave my statement, name and address to a
policeman and a detective and then was cleared to leave.

As I walked from the store, I passed Sue. "Exciting day," I said. "Yes, Roger
will be sorry he missed it," she said. "Don't forget to watch the exercise
videos," I said, "you don't need a lot of fancy equipment." "I'll watch them,"
she said, "And thank you for taking care of that weirdo back there." "Not a
problem, he has some problems he needs to work on," I told her, "good-bye,
Sue." "Good-bye," she said as I collected my parcels and walked to my car.

As I drove home, I thought, 'I hope that man gets some professional help; both
with his mental state as well as his premature ejaculation.'

Epilogue: Mistress Monica wanted me to let you, the reader, know that this
happened several years ago, and that if happened today, she would have made
the man pay for being a pansy-ass and she would have loved every minute of
administering his punishment.

I arrived at the Silverman's estate on Friday evening. Nathan and Betty
Silverman were repeat customers. He is a producer for a large Hollywood movie
studio, while his wife, Betty, is a former beauty queen and actress. Both are
in their early seventies.

I rang the bell and the door was answered by Maria, the Silverman's maid.
Maria is an olive complexion Latina in her mid to late twenties. "Mistress
Monica, welcome," she said as she held the door. "Hello, Maria, how are you?"
I asked. "Fine, mistress, you're looking well," she replied looking at me. She
ran her tongue over her full lips.

I was here to indulge Nathan and Betty's fetish for muscle worship and
voyeurism. I wore a black bikini bottom made of Lycra and string tie top. The
leopard print was complimented by the black knee high boots with 5-inch heels.
I carried my assortment of sex toys in a black leather Prada tote.

"How are the Silverman's?" I asked Maria. "Fine, mistress, fine," she replied,
"They are expecting you." Maria walked slowly down the marble corridor and I
admired her from behind. The Silverman's I knew had chosen Maria as a maid,
not just for her domestic talents but for her beauty and carefree attitude.
She was treated fairly and paid well. She wore her normal uniform tonight, a
short black French maids costume with a bustier that accentuated her large
firm breasts. It was always good to see Maria.

She stopped at the door to the game room. The game room is dominated by a
large oak billiard table, a poker table; a six seat wet bar, leather couches
and overstuffed chairs. As I entered, Nathan and Betty came to me. "Mistress
Monica," Nathan said, "I'm glad you could come." Nathan is perhaps 5'-6", with
a head of steel gray hair, trim and tan. He's in great shape for a man of
seventy plus. Betty is barely over 5' tall, with natural gray hair and a body
that a fifty year old would die to have. "Yes," Betty said, "thank you for
coming, dear, you look amazing. Shall we get started?" 'Eager,' I thought, I
would expect nothing less from Betty.

Betty and Nathan sat on the large leather couch. I sat my bag on the poker
table and stood aside as Maria laid a soft fur throw rug on the floor in front
of the Silverman's. Next she unpacked my bag; a large rubberized dildo, a
10-inch strap-on dildo, assorted oils and lubricants and a small egg shaped
vibrating ball that had a 3-foot wire to connect to the control module. 'I may
not use all of my toys', I thought, 'but it's good to be prepared.' With the
Silverman's, I found I played it by ear.

Once Maria finished unpacking my tote, I stepped behind her and unzipped her
maid's uniform. She held it across her bosom and then stepped out of it. Maria
was gorgeous with large brown eyes, an olive complexion and jet black hair. I
enjoyed performing with Maria, besides her physical beauty, she did as she was
asked without hesitation or question.

"Undress me," I told her. As I faced the elderly couple, Maria untied my
bikini top and laid it aside. She then slid the Lycra bottom down my thighs. I
stepped out of it. Naked now except for the knee high black boots, I took a
riding crop from the table where Maria had laid it. I flexed the shaft and
snapped the leather loop against my boot. The sharp crack it made as it hit
the leather made Nathan jump.

I raised the crop over my head and flexed my muscles. I flexed my triceps and
chest, my biceps and triceps and tightened my abdominals. I ran the tip of the
riding crop across my abs and down to my labia where I toyed with it against
my clit. "Hmm," I cooed, "Mistress Monica loves to have her muscles teased.
Remove my boot, Nathan."

I placed my foot between his legs and he unzipped the boot. I withdrew my foot
and kicked the boot to the floor, but returned my foot to the edge of the
couch. I flexed my calf muscles and said, "Look at those calves, baby, feel
them." Nathan reached forward and stroked my calf lightly. I laughed and said,
"Kiss my leg, slave, make love to my muscular thigh," and I straightened my
leg out so that my foot rested squarely on his manhood. He kissed and massaged
my leg.

Removing my foot from Nathan's crotch, I placed my other foot between Betty's
legs. I didn't have to tell her what to do, she unzipped my boot and I stepped
out of it. The small woman bent forward and, as her husband had done, kissed
and stroked my calf and thigh.

Tossing the crop on the table, I picked up the spray bottle of scented oil and
sat on the fur throw rug that Maria had put in front of the couch. I applied a
light coating of oil to my body, beginning with my feet and working my way up
to my chest. The overhead light bounced off the sheen of my body. "I just love
to massage my body. But you know what I like even more?" I asked the
Silverman's shaking their heads in unison; I chuckled and said,
"Masturbation." Now they were nodding in unison. I smiled and said, "Maria,
hand me my 'egg'."

Maria gave me the vibrator. I lay on my side facing the couple on the couch.
"I'm going to insert this into my vagina," I said, "and as you can see, it has
about a 3-foot cord. Once it's inside, I will turn it on and savor the
stimulation. If any of you would like to masturbate, please do so." I bent my
top leg at the knee and inserted the ball between my labia. With a fingertip,
I pushed the ball in and then with my vaginal muscles, pulled it as far in as
I could. Only then did I begin the stimulation.

I laughed and said, "You can't begin to know how wonderful this feels." I
could see by the bulge in Nathan's shorts that he was enjoying the exhibition
and Betty was beginning to explore her breasts inside her blouse.

"Mistress, may I join you?" Maria asked. "But of course, baby," I said. Maria
lay next to me with the rubberized dildo and she began to toy with her labia
with the head of it. "Hear," I said, "let me help." I reached across her and
taking the dildo from her slowly inserted it, a little at a time.

Nathan was stroking himself, watching me masturbate Maria. Betty had unsnapped
her shorts and was rubbing her pubis. I knew neither one of them would last,
but I was enjoying myself.

I will share with you that I've not only perfect control of my muscles, but
also my orgasms. I'm not bragging mind you, but I've been able to stave off a
climax for an hour or more, savoring bringing myself to the brink of exploding
and then prolonging the feeling. I found it was a matter of mind over muscle.
Maria, on the other hand, was rapidly reaching her orgasm.

Once she climaxed, I withdrew the rubberized shaft and rolled onto my back. I
turned off the vibrator and pulling on the cord, withdrew it. "Service me,
Maria, I need to climax," I said. She knelt between my legs and pulled on my
labia with her soft lips, sucking in my clit. As she worked my clit, I knew I
would climax soon and as she covered my pussy with her mouth, I filled her
mouth and throat with my cum.

As my cum subsided, she licked me clean. I then drew her to me with her face
in my hands until she was on top of me. I could taste my cum on her lips, and
soon I was aroused again. "I must have you," I said, "get me my strap-on."
"Yes, mistress," she said, getting up.

I put the dildo on as I lay on my back. Pointing toward the ceiling, Maria
straddled the phallus and began lowering herself onto it. Once she was sitting
on my hips, I rolled over so that I was now on top. I began to thrust as a man
would and quickened the tempo. "Please, mistress," Maria pleaded, but I was
not to be stopped until I reached another orgasm.

With explosion, I climaxed once more and then collapsed on top of Maria. We
remained locked in each other's arms catching our breath, both of us spent.
"Thank you," Maria said softly in my ear, "you were magnificent." I chuckled
and glanced at the Silverman's who were also catching their breath.

I packed my sex toys back in my bag and stepped into my bikini bottom. Maria
tied my top. I sat in one of the club chairs and was putting on my boots.
"Thank you, mistress for the show," Nathan said. "Yes, thank you," Betty
chimed in and went to a small desk in the corner and returned with an
envelope. "Just a little something extra," Nathan said, "as a thank you."

I stood up, towering over the pair. "Thank you," I said, hefting the envelope,
"you are too kind." "Nonsense," Betty said, "you always leave us, ah ... "
"Satisfied," Nathan finished, putting his arm around his wife. "Maria will
show you out, dear," Betty said, as she and Nathan walked from the game room.

Maria, who was still naked said, "Thank you, mistress, I always enjoy your
visits." We walked to the front door and I embraced Maria, giving her a
lingering kiss on the lips. "I hope to see you again then," I said, as I
stepped outside and headed to my car.

It wasn't until I got home and unpacked my bag that I looked into the
envelope. Besides $25,000, the envelope contained a stock certificate made out
to me for fifty shares of the production studio that Nathan worked for and an
antique cameo necklace, undoubtedly from Betty. 'They are both so generous,' I
thought, 'but I'm so lucky to be able to do what I like and still provide a
service to individuals and couples like the Silverman's.'

Epilogue: The Silverman's shared my name with some of their friends who have
likeminded desires and the love a muscular woman. I received many bookings for
shows as a result of my acquaintance with them. They will be greatly missed. A
month after my last visit, they were killed in a tragic car accident. Maria
was left the house and I occasionally perform for her and her friends.

'Thank you, Nathan and Betty'