Xena - My Story, Part 11 By Love My Muscles If you have comments, please email them to covert.1@hotmail.com attention, Love My Muscles, thanks. A full day at sea; fun in the gym, sunning by the pool and putting my cards on the table in the dining room at the end of a great day. Jack was still asleep when I woke. 'Should I wake him', I thought, 'no, I'll let him sleep.' I slipped out of bed and quickly jotted him a note, put on my shorts and crop top which had dried on the balcony overnight and headed for the gym. It was early and as before, I had the place to myself. I moved an upright bench to the squat rack and put plates on each end of the bar. Seated military presses would pump my trapezius muscles. I watched in the mirror as my traps swelled. After several sets, I sat at the pull-down machine and adjusted the pin to the bottom of the weight rack. 'It's not much,' I thought, 'but it's all the weight the machine has.' I pulled the bar behind my neck, again, teasing my traps. I did five sets of those and moved on to the dumbbell rack where I selected the 85-lb. set and began shoulder shrugs. I loved watching myself in the mirror, my huge traps and my breasts rising and falling, the bottom of my areola just peeking out from under my crop top. I finished the shrugs and began curling the dumbbells. My biceps rose to the challenge of the weight. I glanced in the mirror in time to see Mark, the guy I had humiliated here in the gym enter. "Back for more I see, you little wimp," I said without so much as breaking my rhythm. He shuffled toward me, eyes downcast and said, "I've been watching and waiting for you to come back." I smiled at him in the mirror and said, "You're so pathetic, you've probably been sticking your head in the door to see if I was here every hour, haven't you?" He said nothing and I knew I probably wasn't wrong. I re-racked the dumbbells and picked up the 90-lb. set and once more continued to pump my biceps. "Do you like what you see, little man?" I asked him. He made brief eye contact in the mirror and then mumbled a quiet, "Yes, mistress." I smiled and thought, 'I'll bet you do.' "Look at my arms, pussy-boy," I chided him, "I'll bet I could crush your balls between my forearm and my bicep, would you like that?" "Yes, mistress," he said, licking his lips. "Yea, I thought so," I said, as I brought the weight up and held it, my bicep huge. "Kiss it, you pervert," I said, "kiss my huge muscle, and tell it how much you love it." He shuffled forward and kissed my bicep and whispered, "I love you." I laughed and saw the door open. Mark's wife stood in the doorway, one hand on the knob and the other held to her open mouth. "Mark, wh-what's going on here," she said. I set the pair of dumbbells back on the rack and brushed her husband to one side and turned and walked to her. She was wearing a high waist bikini with an unbuttoned cover-up. 'She's in decent shape for a woman her age', I thought. Her eyes darted from her husband to me and back. "What are you doing to my husband?" she asked. "Me? I'm not doing anything to your husband, Cindy, he came here to worship my muscles," I said. She had a look of confusion on her face, so I said, "He loves my muscles, he wants to rub his filthy little hands all over them and kiss them. Just the thought and sight of my muscles will make him come." She blinked quickly several times and then said, "You're crazy." I smiled and said, "Hardly, I'm far from crazy, let me show you something." She was perhaps a half-foot shorter than me. I smiled at her but she did not return my smile. I saw a little fear in her eyes. 'Good,' I thought and then turned to face her husband. I peeled my crop-top over my head so that the little man had a good look at my breasts. "Wha-what are you doing," Cindy asked. "Shh," I said, "watch," and I struck my double bicep pose. My arms exploded and I knew my striated chest looked huge. Mark made a quiet mewing sound but couldn't tear his eyes away as I ran a hand over my chest. He followed my hand as I playfully pinched my nipple and then slowly dropped it down my sternum to my abs. Cindy didn't have near the view from behind me that her husband did. "Are you enjoying yourself, pansy-ass," I asked and Mark nodded. "You want to play with that puny little cock of yours, don't you?" Again, he nodded and Cindy said, "Mark, what are you doing?" "Quiet, Cindy," I said softly to the woman standing next to me, "Little 'Marky' wants to play with himself. Go on, Mark, pleasure yourself." And as his wife looked on, Mark unzipped his fly exposing himself. I nearly laughed at his four-inch erection, but I still needed to prove a point to Cindy. "Look at these abdominals, little man," I said, "wouldn't you like to feel how hard they are?" I snatched Cindy's hand and laid it flat on my abs. She tried to pull her hand away, but I held it against me. I began to move her hand up and down my abdominals and said, "Feel the muscles. Hard, aren't they," and I stole a glance at Cindy who was watching her hand being controlled by me. She no longer tried to pull her hand away, but instead, nodded. I smiled inwardly. I moved her hand up along my oblique until it came in contact with my breast. "Feel that, Cindy, do you feel how hard my breast is? How hard my nipple is?" I asked as I moved her hand to my nipple. She licked her lips as I turned to face her. "You know, Cindy," I continued, "the other night when I was in here, I dominated your wimp of a husband, did he tell you that?" She shook her head. "No, I didn't think he would, because I had just had sex with my boyfriend and I had Mark there," I said, nodding in the man's direction, "clean my pussy." Her eyes widened further but now she was squeezing my nipple between her fingers. I let go of her hand but she kept it on my breast. I placed my hand on her breast, feeling her nipple stiffen under her bikini top. "He was really quite good at it, Cindy," I said, and then asked, "Has he ever gone down on you?" She bit her lip and shook her head. "Hmm," I said, "That's a pity. I know he's not much in the cock department, and I'm sure he's a disappointment to you in bed, but I can tell you he got me off with his tongue." Cindy broke eye contact long enough to look at Mark. "Maybe if you shave and wax, he would get you off with his tongue," I said, "Would you like that?" She nodded. Now it was my turn to break eye contact and look at Mark who was still fondling himself, "Would you like that, Mark?" I asked. "Yes, mistress," he said. I turned back to Cindy and smiled and said, "There, you see, he wants to explore that pussy of yours with his tongue like he did mine, but first, I want to see that body of yours. Take off the bathing suit, baby," I commanded. At first I thought she was going to complain or hesitate, but she said, "Yes, mistress," and she shrugged off her cover-up. Reaching behind her, she unfastened her top and tossed it on top of the cover-up. Her breasts were firm with small areolas and small erect nipples. She made no effort to try to cover herself, but looked at me for what I assumed was approval. "Very nice, Cindy," I said, "Now the bottom." Wiggling her hips, she slid the bottom off revealing her pubis covered with fine red hair that matched that on the top of her head. I brushed my fingers across the thatch and she closed her eyes and tilted her head back slightly. A soft moan escaped her lips. I chuckled and said, "You do need some grooming." I slid a finger along her labia and teased her clit. Cindy moaned softly and I looked at Mark who climaxed, his cum dripping to the floor. 'Weak,' I thought, 'a very weak man, let's hope Cindy can last longer.' I toyed with her clit as her hands roamed over my chest and breasts. Within minutes, however, she too climaxed with a shudder. 'What a pair,' I thought. I put my finger to Cindy's mouth and she eagerly sucked her juices from it. I put an arm around her and held her tight against my body, kissing her full on the mouth, parting her lips and exploring with my tongue. I could feel my clit straining against my shorts. Just then the door opened and Jack came in. "Am I interrupting?" he asked. I flashed him a broad smile and said, "No, not at all. Mark, Cindy, this is my boyfriend, Jack. Jack, Mark and Cindy," I said, making the introductions. Jack looked at Cindy who was naked and I, and then at Mark, his fly still unzipped, his now flaccid penis still exposed. "Well," Jack said, "it looks like I just missed the party." "It wasn't much of a party, sweetheart," I said, "It was almost over before it started." "Hmm," he replied, "I can see that. I actually came to see if you wanted to go lay by the pool." "Sure," I said, quickly pulling my T-shirt over my head. Jack and I went to the room to change leaving Mark and Cindy in the ships' gym. Once up on the pool deck, Jonathan and Martha waved to us. The pool area was crowded, and Jack and I had to weave our way through the lounge chairs. Once we got to Jonathan and Martha I told Jonathan, "Get us a couple of lounge chairs." He looked around a confused expression on his face, but scurried off and once he had I looked down at Martha who, without me saying a word, stood up quickly and said, "Please, mistress, take my lounge." I looked around at the men and women who were there. Some were reading, some appeared to be napping and some were watching me intently. 'Good', I thought as I unbuttoned my cover-up and shrugged it from my broad shoulders. Besides the sounds of the ship, things got quiet. There was a sound of a glass being tipped over and one of the nearer male sunbathers said, 'Ouch' as his wife hit him in the ribs. He was staring at me. I chuckled to myself. The bathing suit, if you could call it that, that I had chosen was about two square inches of black fabric that barely covered my crotch. Each of the panels that covered my areola was rectangular strips perhaps two-inches long and maybe half that wide. What held the 'suit' together was a fine plastic line so that the bikini bottom and top looked as if it were tattooed on my body. Before lying down, I handed Martha my tube of sunscreen and said loud enough for those around us to hear, "Put some of this on my back and butt and be sure to rub it in." "Yes, mistress," she said quietly, and poured a little of the lotion into her palm. She rubbed her hands together and then kneaded my trapezius muscles working the liquid into them. She took her time making sure that the lotion was applied evenly. By the time she was done with my shoulders, Jonathan had returned with two chaise lounges. There was perhaps space for one additional lounge. "Excuse me," Jonathan told the man whose wife had jabbed him in the ribs, "but would you mind sliding a little bit so that I may get a chaise lounge in here?" The man only continued to stare at me, but his wife said, "It's too cramped as it is, find somewhere else to lie." Jonathan's facial expression changed, his smile turning into a scowl. Martha was now applying lotion to my back and oblique's as I watched with curiosity. "Honey," the woman's husband said, "I'm sure we can move a bit." "I'm not moving," the woman said. The man got up, his pot belly sagging over the elastic of his shorts. He moved his chaise lounge as much as he could, up against that of his wife's. Martha, I knew was watching and listening, but still continued to apply lotion. Her hands kneaded the liquid into my waist and lower back, and then my butt. "Be sure to put some in between my cheeks," I said loud enough for the woman and her husband to hear. The man looked at me and I smiled. He smiled back, but the woman only sneered. Martha was on her knees now massaging my ham strings and calves. "Harder, baby," I told her, "Rub it in." I looked at the man and said, "I like it hard." Jack had spread a towel out on the one chaise lounge that Jonathan had brought while Jonathan stood with the second lounge tipped on its edge, with nowhere to put it. Jack unsnapped his shorts and stepped out of them. He wore a black Speedo swimsuit that matched mine, and did little to hide his magnificent penis. As I watched, I could see the woman's eyes widen behind her sunglasses. I smiled to myself. "Jack," I whispered in his ear, "be a dear and have a word with our neighbor about moving a bit. We need more room." "Certainly," he said and padded over to the side of the woman's chaise lounge. He stood close enough that she was nearly eye-level with Jack's crotch and maybe six-inches away. Meanwhile, I stepped close to the woman's portly husband. "I'm Xena," I said, and ran a finger along his jawline, "Could you just give my friends and me a little room?" "I, ah, that is, sure," the man stammered. I smiled at him and let my finger trace a line down his neck, along his sternum and finally vertically down his rounded belly. "Thank you," I said softly as I leaned into him and flicked his ear with the tip of my tongue. I looked down but couldn't see his erection due to his stomach size, but I knew he was aroused. "Do you like a woman with muscles, big boy?" I whispered in his ear. He nodded. "Hmm," I cooed, "I bet you do; would you do one other tiny thing for me, sugar?" He nodded once more. "Good," I said softly, my lips nearly touching his ear, "I want you to come for me. Show Xena what a stud you are and come, baby." His eyes widened but he didn't pull away. Again I flicked his ear with the tip of my tongue. "Come on, baby, you know you want to," I said. The man's hand instinctively went to crotch. I grabbed his wrist and breathed deeply in his ear and said, "I want you to come without touching yourself. You can do it, baby, just think of me with my legs and arms wrapped around you. Come for me." His mouth opened as if he were about to say something, but no sound came out. I placed the palm of his hand on my left breast and said softly in his ear, "Think of me having your head between my tits, stud. Do you feel that nipple; would you like to suck it? Come for me." A low moan escaped from his pale lips and I knew he was close. "Come on, sweetheart, let Mistress Xena see you come," I said and flicked his ear a final time with my tongue. "Ahh," the man said trying to control himself. I pulled away, removed his hand from my breast and looked at him. "There, now doesn't that feel good?" I said. He could only nod, and as I stepped back I saw that the front of his swimsuit was, in fact, damp where he had climaxed. The man's wife was unaware of her husband's orgasm. She couldn't take her eyes off of Jack or rather Jack's crotch. Jack held his hand out to help the woman up, his eyes locked on her. Once she was standing in front of him he took her chin between his thumb and index finger and tilted her head down. With his free hand, he pulled his Speedo from his flat stomach and I saw her eyes widen as she caught a glimpse of his penis before he let the material snap back into place. "You better rinse off, big boy," I told the man. He looked down at his shorts and with one hand covering, or trying to cover the dampness, he walked quickly to the outdoor shower on the far side of the pool. I took the opportunity to rearrange the chaise lounges. Jonathan placing the lounge he had been hanging on to in line with the others. I glanced over at Jack who was now standing extremely close to the woman, whispering in her ear as I had her husbands. He held her hand against his chest. As I watched, he kissed her on the cheek and gave her hand a squeeze and then came to join me on the neighboring chaise. I was laying on my stomach with Jack on my right and Martha on my left. Jonathan was on the other side of Martha. I drifted off to sleep, but when I woke, Mark and Cindy were standing there in front of me. "We took your advice," Cindy said, "Mark and I went to the spa and got a wax. It feels so good." I smiled and said, "Excellent," and turned to look at Mark, "Are you excited to make love to your wife with that tongue of yours?" "Yes, mistress," he said, "We were just on the way to the cabin, but Cindy wanted to tell you about getting waxed." "Well," I said, "Don't let me hold you up, but come by the table tonight at dinner and tell me how you did." Cindy and Mark hurried off like two school kids out on their first date. "They seem happy," Jack said, as I knelt on the chair and then sat up. "So does your friend," I said nodding to the woman who Jack had talked into moving her lounge. He laughed, "She seems to appreciate my equipment, if you know what I mean," Jack said. "I understand," I said, laying my hand on his crotch and giving it a squeeze, "Her husband is overweight and probably has half of the equipment you do, baby." Jack laughed. I turned my head and looked at Jonathan who had his eyes closed. "Jonathan, put some lotion on me," I said. His eyes snapped open, "Yes, mistress," he said as he turned towards me. He began at my neck and upper chest, slowly working the oil into my skin. He worked his hands down, between my breasts at first, and then around each one. "Harder, Jonathan," I said, "I want to feel you." "Yes, mistress," he said as he pressed harder. He worked his way down my ribs and abs. "Do you like that, Jonathan," I asked. "Oh, yes, mistress," he said immediately. I smiled and said, "Don't forget the inside of my thighs." "No, mistress," he said, and stood up so that he could apply the liquid to my thighs. As he was massaging my right quadriceps, his right hand was applying the suntan lotion to the inside of my thigh. I clamped my quads together and the look of bliss on his face turned to a grimace. I held his hand fast between my muscular legs. I laughed and released my grip on his hand. He flexed his fingers several times and shook his hand. "Just think what I could do if I had my legs around your ribcage, Jonathan," I said. "Yes, mistress," he said, and continued down my legs, although I could tell he was afraid I'd crush his hand again. That night at dinner we had finished our main course and were midway through dessert when Mark and Cindy came by the table. The couple looked flushed. "You two look happy," Jack said. "We are," Mark exclaimed, "we haven't been out of the cabin since we saw you by the pool this afternoon, mistress, in fact, we missed dinner," and they both laughed. "I'm glad my suggestion helped," I said, "you look like a couple of love birds." They laughed and Cindy said, "We feel like it too. We just came to say thanks again." "You're welcome," I said, "keep the relationship fresh and try different things, you may surprise yourself." "We will," Mark said as they headed for the exit. "What was that all about?" Raymond asked. "And what was with the 'mistress' thing?" Linda inquired. I waited while the waiter cleared the table. We were nearly the last passengers in the dining room, but the wait staff didn't rush us. I gave a bit of a sigh and said, "Well, Jason and Tiffani know some of what I'm about to say, but I'm perhaps what some would call a dominatrix." I paused trying to consider how to explain to these two couples just what I am and what Jack and my relationship is all about. I noticed the glances that they gave each other. "The other day at the beach," I began, "a man was snapping pictures of us. I caught him and knocked him out, broke his jaw and a rib and took the card out of his camera." "She really laid the guy out," Tiffani said, "but he had it coming, the creep." I smiled and said, "Yes, he did have a beat down coming, and I enjoyed giving it to him. What I really enjoy is control though and that's why I said that some people would say I'm a dominatrix and that is why Mark called me 'mistress'." I waited a second to see if they were following what I was saying, but Raymond only nodded and Linda sat wide-eyed. "That is why Mark called me 'mistress', he and Cindy are two of my subordinates." "What do you mean subordinates?" Linda asked. I smiled at her and said, "Some would use the term 'slave', but I prefer subordinate." Again I waited, looking from Linda to Raymond and then to Tiffani and Jason, to see if they followed what I was saying. "How many subordinates do you have?" Raymond asked. "On this cruise, besides Mark and Cindy, one other couple, Jonathan and Martha," I said, "Both Mark and Jonathan love my muscles as do Cindy and Martha. But the cruise isn't over yet," I added trying to inject a little humor. "And do these subordinates, as you call them, have sex with you," Linda asked. "Yes, if I allow it," I said, "but most of the men are content to merely worship my muscles, they'll have an orgasm just watching me flex." Linda gave a quick glance at Raymond and then asked, "And the women?" "They get off on my muscles too, but I prefer to pleasure myself by using them," I said. Her eyes went wide as I said this, but she was silent. "And what about you, Jack," Raymond asked, "How do you feel about Xena having sex with her subordinates?" Jack took a quick glance in my direction and then said, "If you're asking, 'Am I all right with her having sex with others', the answer is yes, it doesn't interfere with our love life and probably enhances it. We have sex a couple times a day sometimes lasting for several hours." "Really?" Linda asked. Jack smiled and said, "Really. Both Xena and I have developed terrific stamina, besides, I love her muscles as well," and Jack put a hand on my bicep. "You said you are strong, but how strong?" Raymond asked. "Here, I'll show you, let's arm wrestle," I said, "You can even use both hands if you need to," and I positioned my arm on the table. Raymond looked around the table and Tiffani and Jason smiled, but Linda looked concerned. "I won't hurt him," I added. Raymond appeared in pretty good shape, but he couldn't budge my arm, even with both hands. I tired and pinned his arm nearly throwing him out of his chair. "Wow," Raymond said, massaging his arm, "you are strong, I'll give you that." "Why were Mark and Cindy so happy," Tiffani asked. "Well," I said, "their sex life was stale, in fact from what I could tell, it was pretty well stalled and I sort of jump started it." "How," Jason asked. "I suggested they get a wax at the spa and try new sexual techniques," I said. "And new partners," he asked. I thought for a moment and then said, "If that's what it takes." "So you're not only a dominatrix but also a marriage counselor?" Tiffani asked. I laughed and said, "I'm not a fan of labels, but whatever will help clarify. Dominatrix, counselor, therapist, mistress, whatever, I'm just Xena," and I laughed again. "Now, who's up for some shopping tomorrow in Charlotte-Amalie?" Tomorrow we would berth in St. Thomas in the American Virgin Islands, known for snorkeling, clear water and great shopping. "I'm in," Tiffani said. "Me too," Linda added. "I think I'm going to sign up for the snorkeling tour," Jack said. "I'm with you," Raymond said, "anything but shopping." "Me too," Jason added. "Well," I said, standing up, "If you'll excuse us then, Jack and I have some business to take care of before we turn in for the night." "But it's only nine o'clock," Tiffani said. I smiled and said, "Yes, but I'll need at least two hours to milk that cock of Jacks, come along stud." And as Jack and I looked at our four table mates, their jaws dropped as one. We turned and walked out of the dining room. To be continued ...