Video Mistress
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com



Prologue: My mistress, Mistress Monica, is a well-endowed dominatrix who,
among other interests, markets and stars in many 'specialty videos'. Her
videos cater to those who fantasize and appreciate muscular women, domination,
muscle worship and feats of strength.

Mistress is huge, standing six-feet tall in her bare feet, and if that wasn't
enough to garner attention, her muscles make her difficult to miss. She also
wanted me to let you readers know that her libido is 'oversize' as well, so
she requires frequent sexual encounters (this I can testify to personally).

If you enjoy the exploits of my mistress, please let me know at
covert.1@hotmail.com

Through the course of personal sessions with some of Hollywood's elite, I
developed a relationship with a producer of adult videos. He recognized the
market for quality videos that focused on muscle worship, wrestling and/or
domination and feats of strength. I consider myself a dominatrix first and an
entertainer second, but I enjoy performing and I have been stopped on the
street by men and women who have one of my DVD's. I appreciate their comments,
all of which have been positive, and am happy to hear that they appreciate
what I bring to the table.

It was late at night and we were shooting at the gym that I train at. Tommy
Lewis the night manager and his sister, Tammy, were there, of course, as well
as the staff, crew and technicians necessary to shoot the film.

I had just gotten done with my bench press sequence and was standing by the
bench. The barbell with its three hundred sixty pounds of cold steel was
perched on the rack. "That's a lot of weight," a thin man in his mid-twenties
observed, "But you made lifting it look easy. It's not a fake, is it?" He put
his hand on the plates to see if they were steel or rather Styrofoam. "It's
real," I said. "I can see that, now," he said, "I couldn't tell from the back
of the set."

"Uh-huh," I said, thinking about what exercise I would do next. "Sid, I'll be
doing military presses next, get the rack ready and load about two hundred
fifty on the bar," I called out to the director. He said nothing but waved and
went to check on the next set up.

I mopped my forehead and abs with a towel. "I'm George," he said, extending
his hand. I shook his small hand. "Good to meet you, George, I'm Monica, but
just call me 'mistress'," I said, "Are you part of the crew?" "Yes, I'm the
sound guy," he said. "So you capture every grunt and groan I utter," I asked.
"I'm afraid so," he said, and laughed.

I liked George's easy manner. 'Why hadn't I seen him on the set before'? I
asked myself. "Is this the first of my shoots you've worked on?" I asked.
"Yes," he said, "I've want to but I never got assigned to one of yours until
now." "Union?" I asked. "Right", George said, "Working out of the union hall,
you never know where you'll end up." "I'm glad you're here now," I said and he
blushed. 'How sweet', I thought.

"If you don't mind me saying, you're much bigger than I thought," he said. I
chuckled. "I get that a lot, George," I said, wiping beads of sweat from my
chest with a towel. He looked around and then asked, "Would you like me to
wipe your back, mistress?" I looked around for the make-up girl, Judy, but I
didn't see her as that was her job. "Sure," I said handing him the towel I had
been using.

I turned my back to him and he wiped my shoulders and down past each of my
shoulder blades. Reaching my butt, I said, "Be sure to move the thong out of
the way." I was wearing a sports bra, a thong that barely covered my pussy and
a pair of lime green cross trainers.

George moved the thin strip of material from between my butt cheeks and wiped
area with the towel, and then continued down each leg. Once he was done, I
turned to face him again and I said, "Now do my crotch." He looked at me but
finally crouched down and ran the towel on the inside of my legs and then
stood back up. "You didn't do a good enough job, Georgie," I said, "My pussy
is wet, and it's not my cum, clean it." I stood with my feet apart, my hands
on my hips.

George again crouched in front of me and moved the small triangle of material
out of the way and wiped my labia and clit with the towel. He replaced the
material but before he could stand, I asked, "What do you think of my clit?"
George tilted his head and I looked down at him, "Do you think my pussy and
clit look good?" I asked. He moved the patch of material once more and studied
my pussy, and then said, "Yes, mistress, it's beautiful."

I chuckled. "Kiss me," I told him. At first I didn't think he was going to but
he moved the patch of cloth away and gave me a quick kiss on my labia.

"Alright people," Sid the director yelled, "We're ready for the next shoot."
"Judy," I yelled, "I'll need a new suit and a touch up." Judy who was acting
as a wardrobe mistress and make-up artist hurried over, three new suits in her
hand.

George looked rejected, but hung his head and walked off the set back to his
sound board. I stepped out of the thong and sports bar. Judy laid the three
new thongs and corresponding tops on a chair and applied a little make-up to a
large puff. The make-up matched my skin tone. She dabbed my chest and pubis
with the puff.

"Let's go with the orange suit," I said. "Very good, mistress," she replied. I
stepped into the bottoms and Judy tied the bikini top behind my neck and
across my back. "Thank you, Judy," I said as I headed for the bench that was
now at the squat rack.

I sat on the bench. The back was vertical, just under the bar that had two
hundred fifty pounds on it. I shrugged my shoulders to loosen them up and set
my grip on the bar. I released the bar from the stops and slowly lowered it
behind my neck. I let the bar touch the back of my neck for an instant before
pressing it back until my arms locked. I repeated this nine more times before
locking the bar in place.

Getting to my feet I selected a couple of twenty-five pound plates and put one
on each end of the barbell. "This makes three hundred pounds," I said as the
camera rolled, "Not bad for a little girl, right guys?" and I laughed and sat
down again on the bench.

I released the locks and did another ten repetitions. My muscles felt
wonderful. I stood up and flexed my trapezius muscles. I watched in the mirror
as my traps swelled as I crossed my arms. 'Damn,' I thought, 'I look good.'

"Let's wrap it up for the night," Sid said, "We can finish tomorrow night."
The crew began to break down their equipment and coil the electrical cords.
Tammy and Tommy helped. "Why are we quitting?" I asked Sid. "Union rules," he
said, "If we go any later it will cost a fortune." 'Damn union,' I thought, 'I
wasn't even done with my shoulder workout.'

I headed for locker room with Judy following close behind. She would have to
wash the suits I wore so they would be ready tomorrow night. As we neared the
locker room, George was just putting some cables in a box. "Come with me," I
said, and the three of us went into the women's locker room.

I stepped out of the bikini bottom I had on and handed it to Judy, and then
turned so that she could untie the top. "I'll have these ready for you
tomorrow, mistress," Judy said as she turned to go. "Judy," I said, "stay a
minute. Don't you think George here would look good as a girl?" George opened
his mouth as if to say something but no sound escaped. Judy tore her gaze from
me to look at George, probably still trying to decide if I was serious or not.
"Yes, mistress," she finally said, "he'd make a cute girl."

"Get undressed," I told George. "But, mistress, please," he begged. "Get
undressed now or I'll punish you," I said sternly, "Judy, get your make up
kit." George was small, perhaps 5'-6" in height with a slim build. By the time
Judy got back, George was just down to his underwear. "Underwear too," I said
as he looked between Judy and I, a blush on his cheeks. Slowly he lowered his
shorts. I smiled and actually had to bite my lip as his penis came into view.
I exchanged a quick glance with Judy and said, "George, you obviously have
some 'shortcomings', shall we say, but I don't want to focus on that,"
glancing at his penis, "instead, I want to transform you."

"I, err, ah, I'm not sure that ... " he stammered and I held up my hand to
silence him. "Judy, work some magic on this boy," I told her, "I'm going to
shower, but I want to see a transformation from George to Georgia when I get
back." "Yes, mistress," Judy replied.

I took my time in the shower, allowing the hot water to sooth my muscles. I
lathered my body and shampooed my hair. Emerging a half hour later, I toweled
off with a soft terry cloth towel and walked back into the locker room.

There standing next to Judy was Georgia. 'She' looked stunning in a dark green
bikini with matching eye shadow, and a soft red lip gloss. "OMG," I said, "you
look fantastic." And he did, he looked like a young girl. "Judy, you're a
miracle worker," I told her, and then to George, "What do you think?"
"Mistress, I'm so embarrassed," he said, glancing between Judy and me.
"Nonsense, you look lovely, doesn't he Judy?" I asked. "He does, mistress,"
Judy said, "he just needs some boobs and a little defoliant and you'd never be
able to tell she's a boy."

"Look in the mirror, baby," I said, "You have to like what you see." He turned
to face himself in the mirror and turned first one way and then the other,
finally glancing over one shoulder studying his butt. "Well?" I asked, tossing
the towel onto the bench. He turned to me and said, "Thank you," and then to
Judy, "thank you both." The bikini top was loose as George's breasts were
small, but with implants, he'd fill out the cups nicely.

"I think you've found yourself," I told him, "I think you'll be happier as
Georgia, but give it time." "Thank you again," George said, "I'll see you
tomorrow." "See you then," I told him. He walked out of the locker room
wearing the bikini and carrying his street clothes. "You worked some magic
there, Judy," I told the wardrobe/make up girl. She laughed and said, "I've
had a lot of practice."

I looked at her and she said, "Yes, mistress, my name is really James." She
smiled as she unsnapped the jeans she was wearing and allowed them to fall to
the floor. I saw the bulge in her thong. Judy unbuttoned her cotton blouse,
revealing a lacy bra. I reached behind her and unsnapped the clasp and pulled
the straps from her shoulders.

Now facing each other, me naked, Judy wearing nothing but a men's thong, I
wondered how I didn't know that Judy was a male. As if reading my mind, she
said, "A lot of people can't tell, mistress, I've worked hard to live my life
as a woman." "But the cock," I asked, "Are you going to keep it?" Judy reached
down and slit the elastic bands down her creamy thighs. Her penis sprang free,
nearly ten-inches. "To answer your question, yes, I plan on keeping my boy
parts," Judy/James said, "I just have too much fun with them."

I reached down and took his member in the palm of my hand and began to slowly
stroke it. "I must have you," I said as I felt his cock become rigid. "As you
wish, mistress," she said. "But not here," I said, "we'll go to my house."
Judy/James smiled and began to dress quickly as did I.

Judy followed me to my house. We no sooner were in the door when we began
shedding our clothes. The first time we had sex was quick, the second time was
slower and more relaxed and the third time we explored each other's body at
length. Judy had marvelous breasts capped with small areola and firm round
nipples and, of course, she was well endowed. She loved to massage my muscles
and tease my clit both manually and with her tongue. We talked of girly things
while we lay in each other's arms. But one of Judy's best features was that
she could maintain an erection for nearly an hour and refrain from climaxing
while pleasuring her mistress.

The sun was just coming up. "Hungry?" I asked. Judy smiled, "For you?" "No,
baby, would you like some breakfast?" I asked. "Sure," she said and we padded
to the kitchen. While I made omelets, Judy brewed the coffee. "What's your
dream, Judy," I asked. She paused in what she was doing and said, "I'd like to
write, I've always enjoyed that. Novel, screenplay, it doesn't matter what. I
just do the make-up and wardrobe gigs to pay the bills." "Have you written
professionally?" I asked. "No, only for my own enjoyment," she said, "Poems
and a few stories, getting published is difficult at best."

"How would you like to write about me," I asked, "I have a few stories I could
tell."

Epilogue: This is how Mistress Monica and I began our relationship. 'And the
rest,' as they say, 'is history' - Muscle Fan.

I was making a muscle worship video. In one scene, I arm wrestle a man. The
set is designed to look like a dining room where the man and I get into a
confrontation over a spilled drink. The man, an actor, challenges me to arm
wrestle him and I beat him handily.

When I leave the restaurant, I'm walking to my car when I see a twenty dollar
bill under the tire of a BMW. I lift the BMW and retrieve the bill. The car
actually belongs to George, and he couldn't believe it when I lifted his car.
By the way, George dresses as Georgia on the weekends and has not one but two
wonderful lives.

Throughout these scenes, I have on a black leather mini-skirt and tight white
cotton blouse. I'm wearing a pair of four-inch pumps that really enhances the
shape and muscularity of my calves. When I reach my car, I cross my arm over
my chest, ripping the material of the blouse across my back. I then flex my
biceps ripping the sleeves. By throwing my arms back and expanding my chest, I
rip the blouse more, sending buttons skittering across the parking lot. Now in
shred's, I tear the shirt from my torso, exposing my sports bra.

The second portion of the video is merely to show off my strength. Numerous
props and common household items have been put on a table; I bend a length of
galvanized pipe, break an ax handle, bend a jack handle, rip a phone book in
half and bend a skillet in two all while narrating what I'm doing and what I'm
capable of. Occasionally I say things like; 'You can imagine what I would do
to you with these shredded muscles of mine,' or, 'I wish you were here to feel
how hard these babies are,' as I stroke my biceps or quads.

The show of strength ends with Judy coming on the set with a towel. She hands
it to me and I mop my brow, and then peel my sports bra over my head and wipe
under my breasts. I run through a series of muscle poses, flexing my traps,
biceps, triceps, quads and finally my abs. Judy of course can't resist my
feminine charms and makes loves to my tits as the camera shot fades to black.

"OK, ladies and gentlemen," Sid yells, "That's a wrap. Mistress, you were
great." "Thank you, Sid," I say as Judy and I head for the dressing room.

Questions and answers with Mistress Monica:

Q. Are you ever self-conscious about appearing partially dressed or naked on
camera?

A. Never. I've spent too many hours and too much energy honing my body to be
the chiseled goddess that I am.

Q. Do the men and women on the set ever make comments about you being naked or
nearly so?

A. (After some thought) Yes, however, it's all been positive. Never any lewd
comments; I consider the crew to be my admirers.

Q. Do you consider the people on the set to be your 'slaves'?

A. No. I'm not partial to the word 'slave' but rather 'submissive'. My
'submissives' are who they want to be. They want to please their mistress and
derive emotional or physical pleasure from serving me.

Q. You seem very sexual, how often do you have sex?

A. I have a large sexual appetite; that is true. On average I have sex twice
or three times a day and may masturbate three or four times also. It depends
on what I'm doing or where I am at.

Q. Do you prefer men or women?

A. I prefer both (and laughs). I derive specific pleasures from men and
certain pleasures from women. Each brings something different to the table, or
rather the bedroom.

Q. So, do you consider yourself bisexual?

A. I consider myself adventuresome. I like the variety of sex with either a
man or a woman.

Q. You are obviously tan, how often do you tan or go to the beach?

A. I generally avoid beaches because laws mandate that you must wear a bathing
suit. I prefer to sun naked. We live in southern California where we are
blessed with sunshine year round. I try and sun as often as possible because I
think it looks healthy.

Q. Do you date or go out to a club?

A. Of course, you don't think I sit around the house knitting, do you?

Q. Has anyone ever been aggressive with you when you've been out?

A. Yes. Some men and women feel intimidated by my physical size and
appearance. I know that. I also know this is their insecurity and they
overcompensate and become aggressive.

Q. How do you handle an aggressive person when you're out in public?

A. I generally let them blow off steam. If things get physical, I can take
care of the situation, so I try to get them out of the club or restaurant and
then deal with it.

Q. You do a lot of one-on-one sessions, what do those entail?

A. My clients have varied tastes and I custom tailor their sessions to
whatever they desire. My mission is to please them and satisfy their desires;
I'm providing a service for them.

Q. What services do you provide?

A. The most asked for is muscle worship, but there is also wrestling and
performing feats of strength. Domination is also a service I provide.

Q. Muscle worship, please describe that.

A. I usually start by flexing and teasing my muscles, perhaps a little
striptease, but always pumping my muscles so they look their best. I allow the
client to caress or make love to my muscles and oil them as they like. It's
quite sensual.

Q. And wrestling, you provide that service?

A. Yes, although due to my size and strength, a lot of men and women are
intimidated. I have to be careful not to injure them or break something.

Q. Do you consider yourself a dominatrix?

A. Of course. In the roll of a dominatrix I instill discipline. I expect, or
rather demand that my client do as I say. Again, I have to be careful not to
permanently injure my client, but have him or her reach sexual gratification
through domination.

Q. Have you ever hurt a client?

A. Yes, although I rather not go into the details.

Q. What about the aggressive person at the club, have you ever hurt them?

A. (Smiles) Yes, and again, I'd rather not go into the details except to say,
they will think twice from now on about accosting someone when they are out
drinking again.

Epilogue: If any reader would like to ask Mistress Monica a question, please
send it to Muscle Fan at: covert.1@hotmail.com