Showtime by Muscle Fan A short story of a muscle dominatrix's exhibition with a surprise ending. I arrived thirty minutes early. Emily and Tim's house was huge and sat atop a hill with a fine view of the city. I unloaded my 'props' that I would need for my performance. I had known Tim and Emily for better than a year and had been to their home several times but this was the first performance I was to put on there. They were having a party with eleven or twelve of their friends. Emily and Tim were my slaves; I'm a muscle dominatrix. I set up my things in a media room with comfortable chairs facing one of the largest TV screens I had ever seen. Emily came to check in and say that she would make the announcement for my show in a few minutes. "That's fine, baby," I said, "I'm ready." She hesitated, looked in my eyes and then gave me a long deep kiss, filling my mouth with her tongue before going through the double doors to the rest of her guests. Minutes later, men and women began to file into the room and took their seats. Once everyone was seated I told the audience, "Ladies and gentlemen, your host and hostess, Emily and Tim, have told me that you may be interested to see feats of strength and power. This will involve some participation on your part, but if you find what I'm about to show you shocking or too brutal, please feel free to leave." "First," I continued, "I need to warm up." I lifted the eighty pound dumbbells that I had brought and began a set of dumbbell curls. "These each weigh eighty pounds and are probably too heavy for any of you, but I warm up with them." One man in the front row scoffed and said, "Are they really eighty pounds?" I set them down and motioned to them. He got up and tried lifting them. He couldn't. I chuckled as he took his seat. Next I did dumbbell flies using the same dumbbells. I could feel my trapezoid burst. After ten repetitions I once again set the dumbbells on the floor. I untied the sash holding my kimono shut and shrugged it from my shoulders. I held it out and Tim got up and took it. A gasp went up from the audience as they took in my broad shoulders and washboard abdominals. I smiled and said, "I'm muscular and strong as you will see." I struck a front double bicep pose and my arms exploded to twenty inches. I looked at my left bicep and then my right and with a flick of my tongue, licked the bulge. Someone in the audience swooned. I was wearing an orange high waisted thong with match bra. I turned my back to the audience and did a lateral spread pose. My back is broad and I could feel the bra strap draw tight. I relaxed and then expanded my chest once more. This time the clast of the bra tore loose and I shrugged it from my shoulders. I turned and tossed the bra to Emily sitting in the front row. Turning once more I faced the audience, my torso bare. I saw their eyes widen as they took in my massive chest and bare nipples. My areolas are dark with rock hard nipples. I pinched them and they responded to my touch. I flicked each several times with my finger and then ran my right hand down my abs to the top of my thong. "Has any of you seen a more muscular woman before?" I asked and looked at those seated before me. Several of the men crossed their legs to hide their erections while some of the women licked their lips. I smiled at their response. Picking up a concrete building block, I walked to the man who had tried to lift the dumbbells. "This is a standard building block. Try breaking it," I told him. He pulled on it but was unable to crack the concrete. I took it from him and stepped back. Grasping it with both hands, I pulled in opposite directions tearing the block into thirds. A gasp went up and several clapped. I tossed the remnants of the block aside and picked up an iron bar. I handed it to a woman in the second row. "Please tell the audience whether that is a steel bar," I told her. She looked at me and took the bar nearly dropping it. "Y-yes," she stammered, "It, it's real." I smiled at her and she gave me a quick smile. Back in front now, I grasped each end of the bar and with slow steady pressure bent it in half. I tossed it to the ground where it made a thud on the carpeted floor. I approached Emily and put my foot on the edge of her seat. "Look at my quads, baby, see those veins, see how big they are," I told her. She had worshipped my veins before so she bent forward and ran her tongue along my main artery stopping where it disappeared under my thong. I laughed and stepped away from Emily. "I'll need a little help from someone," I said, "Do I have any volunteers?" Several hands went up. "You, sir," I said, "pointing to the man." He stood up and came to the front. I handed him a bottle of oil and said, "I want you to apply this to my body." He smiled and Emily got up and turned off all the lights except for a spot light which I stepped into. The man looked at me and I said, "Start with my back," and I turned. He began rubbing the oil into my back. "Don't be afraid to press hard, I want to be able to feel your soft hands on my body," I said. This elicited a chuckle from the audience and one heckler yelled out, "You go, Jack." Jack ran his hands down to my waist. "Take my thong off, Jack," I said over my shoulder. He was only too eager to comply. "Now put some oil between my cheeks," I told him. He hesitated and I said, "Do as I tell you," sternly. He ran his hand between my butt cheeks and I tightened them holding his hand in place. "Hmm," I hummed, "I bet I could crush your hand with my butt." Again the audience laughed but Jack didn't. I released my hold on his hand and let him continue with the rest of my legs. I was not embarrassed to be naked. Proud of my body, I enjoyed showing it off. You can't be timid if you're a muscle dominatrix. I smiled and looked down at Jack. Who looked up at me. Like other men, he too had ejaculated. 'Weak,' I thought and put my foot on his shoulder and pushed him to the floor. "Go back to your seat, pussy," I snarled, and turned to face the audience. As I faced them, there was a gasp. One soft voice said, "Oh my God," as they took in my nakedness. I smiled and looked at the assembly, my gaze settling on a petite woman who was chewing her lip and looked uncomfortable. I pointed to her and said, "You, come here!" She seemed to sink back into her chair and I said, "Now!" Slowly she got to her feet and walked to where I stood, hands on my hips, feet apart. She was a head shorter than I was and looked up at me. "What's your name?" I asked. "Zoe," she said. I smiled at her. "Have you ever seen a woman as muscular as me?" I asked. She shook her head. "Zoe, I want you to apply some oil to my body. Jack," and I glanced at where he sat, "couldn't handle the job, can you?" She looked at me from head to foot and then nodded. "Good," I said handing her the bottle of oil, "Start at my shoulders." Zoe had to stand on her tiptoes but began applying oil to my shoulders and on to my lats. "Don't forget my chest, baby," I reminded her. She poured a bit of oil into the palm of her hand and a then rubbing her hands together, drew them across my chest. "Hmm," I hummed, "That feels good. Pinch my nipples." She hesitated but did as I said. "Harder," I commanded. As she applied more pressure, I laughed. "That's alright, you can continue." She frowned but put oil on my abs, waist and hips. She looked at my labia and clitoris. "Don't be afraid, baby," I said, "They won't bite you." There was a smattering of chuckles from the audience and Zoe got on her knees and began to apply the oil to my quads. Quietly I said, "Suck me." She stopped and looked up at me. "You heard me, baby, suck my she-cock." She was eye level with my pubis and inches away from my clit. My clit was semi-erect and perhaps three inches in length. "Come on, baby, suck my cock," I told her, "I need to come." I placed my index finger under my waiting clit and lifted it. Slowly she bent forward and took me between her lips. "Hmm," I moaned as she drew me into her mouth, "That's it baby." I placed my hand behind her head as I slowly and thrust my hips. As I did this I looked at those seated before me. Men were openly masturbating as the women were fingering themselves. All were in various stages of a climax. Emily had her head thrown back, her hand buried beneath a sundress while Tim stroked his erect cock and came as I watched. It was an amazing sight watching the dozen or so people pleasure themselves. I looked back down at Zoe and with a final thrust, exploded washing her face with my cum. She licked her lips and then took me once again sucking wildly until I was dry. I placed a finger under her chin and brought her to her feet. It was then that she looked at the rest of the guests, now all exhausted. "Looks like the two of us put on quite a show," I told her and kissed her sending my tongue deep into her mouth. I could taste my juices there. When I drew apart I said, "Thank you, baby." She looked at the guests some of whom were getting up and putting their clothes back on. "It looks like they enjoyed themselves," Zoe said. I pulled my thong on and Emily and Tim came to me. "Thank you for a wonderful show," Emily said, "our niece wanted to see for herself our mistress." "Niece?" I asked. Emily smiled and said, "Yes, Zoe is our niece. Today is her birthday." I'm sure they could read the surprise on my face. "Here's payment for your services," Tim said handing me an envelope with cash in it, "but if you have the rest of the night free, we'd be happy to pay for you to show Zoe just what a muscle dominatrix can do." I chuckled and looked at Zoe. "Do you think you're ready for that, baby?" She smiled and nodded. "Alright," I told them, "but I'll need to get a few things from my car." I took the dumbbells to the car and retrieved my carry all. I keep a bag with several dildo's and vibrators as well as handcuffs, wrist restraints and bindings in my car. It doesn't hurt to be prepared. The rest of the evening was spent pleasuring the birthday girl as well as instructing her as to how to pleasure her mistress. I have no doubt that she'll grow into a fine strong slave. If you enjoyed 'Showtime', please let me know at covert.1@hotmail.com Thank you, Muscle Fan