The Invitation
By pk4hz600
Accepting an invitation to a party changes a man's view of strong women and of himself.

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It was late Friday morning, and Keith Stetson had suffered through a long 
week at work.  He pulled out his litle black book and began to thumb through 
it, figuring out which woman he'd call for a date that night.  He never had 
problems getting women to meet up with him, not even when it was last minute 
like this.  He just couldn't decide.  For some reason the women he normally 
went out with just didn't interest him that Friday.  He heard a knock at his 
office door and his friend Jake opened the door.

"Big plans tonight, Keith?"

"I'm not sure yet.  Come on in, buddy."

Jake didn't enter, but continued the discussion.  "I see you have your book 
of lovin' open.  Who's the hot ticket you're targeting now?"

"Noone special.  I need something different.  Come in and grab a seat.  Why 
do you look so nervous?"

Jake rustled uncomfortably.  "No reason."  He walked in and was limping 
noticeably.  He sat down tenderly with a wince of pain.

"What happened, man?  Did you get into an accident?"

"No, no.  It's nothing.  Just a little slip at home."

"Bullshit. You're walking like you were hit by a truck."

Jake looked down at his feet.  "You're not that far off" he whispered.

"What does that mean?"

"Nothing.  Anyway, if you don't have any plans tonight, Tracy has this 
friend that's having a party, and Tracy told me to invite you and make sure 
you come along.  Tracy has some very attractive friends, I can assure you."

"So how is Tracy?  How long have you been dating - 3 months now?"

"About that."

"Has she forgiven me yet for..."

"Yes.  She has.  Don't think about it.  She gets those kinds of comments 
alot from guys, especially at the gym.  She's really tall, and she does have 
a terrific physique, but she's all woman."

"I'm glad.  I felt pretty bad about giving her the business.  I'm just not 
sure I approve of a woman working out with weights like a guy.  It gives 
them low voices and small breasts and god know what else."

"Well Tracy has neither."

"I'm glad for you.  This party sounds like it will be a nice change.  I 
accept Tracy's invitation.  What time should I be there?"

"Tracy said that we'll pick you up at 9:00 at your place."

"What should I wear?"

"It doesn't matter.  See you later, Keith."  Jake got up gingerly and limped 
out of the office.

Keith thought back to that conversation he'd had with Tracy, when she 
divulged to him how she spent a lot of time in the gym and flexed her arm 
for him, displaying a sizeable bicep muscle that would have been the envy of 
many guys he knew.  But he didn't like it on her.  It just wasn't feminine, 
and, he admitted to himself later, it intimidated him a bit.  Not that he 
thought she was stronger - he was about 5'11" tall and 180 pounds, while she 
was at least 2 inches shorter and god knows how much lighter.  It was just 
not how he pictured his perfect woman.

Keith got ready later on and dressed in his favorite black pants and a shiny 
grey/gold shirt that he always wore when he wanted to really impress the 
ladies.  He had just finished adjusting his hair when Tracy's car pulled up 
to the apartment.  He went out to meet them, and the back door was opened 
for him.  He got in the back, and was greeted by Tracy next to him.  Jake 
was driving, and noone was in the passenger's seat.

Tracy pulled at Jake's seat belt and said "Go ahead, Jake" and Jake drove 
off.

"It's good to see you again, Keith.  You look well."

"Thanks Tracy."  He eyed her briefly, and noticed immediately her, 
extraordinarily shapely legs peeking out from her skirt, displaying a pair 
of the most muscular calves he'd ever seen on a woman, and he was intrigued. 
  "So do you."

She brushed her hair back with her hand.  "I know I do.  Isn't that right, 
Jake?"

"Yes, Tracy."  The tone of Jake's response confused Keith, but he shrugged 
it off.

The drive took about 10 minutes, during which Tracy described to Keith the 
party they'd be attending.  The party would be mostly women from Tracy's 
gym, their friends and their spouses and boyfriends.  She informed Keith 
that he would probably be the only single man there, or at least the only 
unattached man.

"Actually, I'm quite sure you'll be the only man alone," Tracy continued, 
"but I know for a fact that the hostess, Jenny, is also single.  I told her 
a little bit about you and she seemed interested."

"What did you tell her?"

"Oh, you know, the usual stats.  Height, weight, age and stuff.  And that 
you were well-off, that you were bright, that you were good-looking, and you 
were a collegiate wrestler."

Keith smiled broadly from the description.  He could just imagine Jenny's 
reaction when Tracy told her that he was a wrestler - women usually drooled 
at the prospect of feeling his muscular body, and he was glad that Tracy 
told her up front about his athleticism.  That way he could tease Jenny a 
bit before taking her to his bed.  "Thanks for the complimentary words, 
Tracy.  But what about Jenny?"

Tracy smiled similarly to Keith's just seconds earlier.   "She's 24, she 
made a bundle when the internet firm she works for went public last year, 
and she used to swim at Stanford.  I met her at my gym."

"She sounds interesting.  Is she attractive?"

"You'll see for yourself."  The car slowed.  "Ah, we're here."

Keith looked out the window and saw a number of cars parked in front and in 
the driveway of a large, two-story tudor home.  The home was perfectly 
symmetrical with the exception of a "tower" on the right side that was 
capped with a conical roof.

As Keith stepped out of the car, he stared in awe.  "She lives here alone?"

Jake stepped out of the car and opened Tracy's door, and she exited sexily.  
"Like I told you, Keith, she made a bundle.  Let's go in."  She put her hand 
on Jake's cheek and lowered her mouth to his forehead, giving him a loving 
kiss.  Keith had forgotten how much taller Tracy was then her boyfriend - at 
least 2 inches over Jake's 5'7".  As they walked around the opposite side of 
the car, Jake had his arm around her waist and Tracy had her arm draped 
around his back.  They passed him and Keith followed them up the walk to the 
front door, stepping back a step so that he could watch Tracy's legs as she 
strutted - they were so shapely he wanted to pour buffalo sauce on them and 
suck them all night.  He hadn't noticed earlier, but Tracy was much wider 
than Jake, which he found odd, but shrugged it off.

They walked in together, and Jake reached up and took off Tracy's coat, 
revealing her body covered in a sleeveless, spaghetti-strap black dress.  As 
Jake deposited the coat in the hall closet, Keith stared in awe at Tracy's 
back - she was more muscular than he had ever imagined.  No wonder she was 
so much wider than Jake.  If it hadn't been for her long blonde hair and 
dress, he would have thought it was a man's back capped by powerful 
shoulders.  As she turned around, her large arms came into Keith's view, and 
he just stared.  She gave a stern look at Jake.

"Jake, take our guest's coat now."  Jake moved with great speed to take 
Keith's coat and put it in the closet.  She took Keith's hand and led him 
inside.  "Keith, I know you haven't seen my body before, at least not up 
close like this.  I know how unattractive I must be to you, but I'm glad 
that Jake respects and relishes the physique I've developed."

Keith eyed her down again.  "Don't say that about yourself.  You're an 
attractive person, but like I told you I don't think a woman should be 
developing muscles like yours.  That's why you are so different - very few 
women make the choice that you have, and there are reasons for that."

"You're probably right, Keith.  There aren't many women like me."

They turned the corner and entered a large room with about 40 people milling 
around.  Keith was amazed by what he saw.  The crowd was half men, half 
women, but the first thing he noticed was that all the men were completely 
naked.  He turned to Tracy, confused and angry.

"What's going on here?"

"These are my friends."  She turned to Jake, who was standing behind her, 
and petted his cheek.  "Take off your clothes, Jake."  He immediately began 
to strip.

"I said what's going on here?"  Keith looked back at the crowd, and made a 
second discovery.  All the men were tethered to a woman.  Each woman's wrist 
was attached by a rope to a man's genitals.  Furthermore, all the men had 
their hands bound together.  Looking back again to Jake and Tracy, he caught 
her taking a rope from a pile by the wall and attaching Jake to her, binding 
his wrists.  Jake didn't struggle even a bit.

"Jake, what are you doing?" he asked, and received no reply, not even eye 
contact from his friend.

Tracy took Keith by the elbow and pulled him towards the crowd.  "Come, let 
me introduce you to everyone."  Tracy led him through the gauntlet of 
people, and Keith made discovery number three.  The women were all muscular 
like Tracy.  Most were bigger than her, both in height and in muscularity, 
and all wore revealing dresses that showed off strong arms, large shoulders 
and wide backs.  A number of the women were taller than Keith, and by the 
look of them stronger as well.  And even more stunning, every woman towered 
over the man attached to her, some by only an inch or two and others by more 
than half a foot, even though none of the women were wearing shoes.

Tracy introduced Keith to every woman there, ignoring the men, and each 
woman greeted him by pinching his cheek or rubbing his hair and remarking on 
how cute he was.  He didn't know how to react.  Looking at the men, he got 
no support.  No man was looking at him.  He wanted to leave, but he was just 
so damn curious to find out what was going on.

Keith stopped for a second after they made their way through the crowd, and 
looked back and saw that the women were whispering and pointing at him.  He 
put his hand on Tracy's shoulder to get her attention, gasping as he felt 
its hardness, but still was able to ask his question.

"Are you going to tell me what the story is here, or am I going to have to 
leave?"

She took his hand off of her shoulder and squeezed it, causing him to wince 
a bit in pain.  "You're not leaving, Keith.  There are 20 women here who 
won't let you, and I can assure you that any one of them could stop you 
herself.  And I told you earlier, I want to introduce you to my friend 
Jenny."  She turned around.  "Hey Nicole!"  A large woman who had to be 6'5" 
tall if she was an inch, turned to her.  "Where's Jenny?"

"She just went to the wine cellar.  There she is."  She pointed to the side 
of the room."

Tracy pulled Keith, essentially dragging two men with her.  "Jenny!"

Keith looked ahead of him upon a tall woman carrying two crates of wine over 
by a large television screen.  She was definitely taller than Keith, and she 
was muscular like the other woman, the muscles of her arms leaping out from 
the exertion of carrying the two heavy crates.  She looked over at them and 
smiled, her gorgeous face coming into Keith's view, and he melted from her 
beauty.  If her massive body were covered up, he would have thought she was 
a model, she was that stunning.

"I'll be right back."  She walked into an adjoining room and out of sight.

Keith was taken aback for a moment and was angry.  "That's who you brought 
me to meet?" he remarked to Tracy in an audible whisper.  "I told you I 
don't like muscular women.  She's not my type."

"Tsk tsk tsk.  You should have realized by now that what you think doesn't 
really matter to me, or to anyone else here.  Understand?"

"You're crazy, Tracy."

In an instant, Tracy's hand whipped out and slapped Keith in the face.  He 
stumbled over a bit and put his hand to his cheek to rub out the sting.  All 
the women were looking over at them, and he heard a low, breathy voice from 
behind him.

"Hey, Tracy.  I thought you brought him here for ME."  It was Jenny, 
emerging from the room and walking towards them in her silver strapless 
dress.  Every step highlighted the sheer muscularity of her body and, 
surprisingly to Keith, her shapeliness.  He didn't have time to examine her 
whole figure, but he most certainly noticed her towering height, her broad 
shoulders, her large muscled arms, her tiny waist and her large, perky 
breasts.  The overall effect of her was not entirely unappealing to Keith, 
and this fact made him uncomfortable.

Tracy looked apologetically at Jenny.  "I'm sorry, Jenny.  He was just 
getting a little uppity."

Jenny approached Keith, and he was again stunned by her beautiful face, 
towering several inches above his own.  She touched his cheek and rubbed it 
with her thumb.  "You'll be ok, right?"  Looking up at her mouth, he nodded. 
  "Good."  She lowered her lips to him and kissed his forehead.  "You're 
very cute.  Let's go into another room so we can get away from all of these 
naked men.  They must be making you uncomfortable."  The sweet and sexy tone 
of her voice disarmed him.  Taking his hand, Jenny led him into the room 
where she had taken the wine crates minutes earlier.  He heard giggling and 
a lot of whispers from the women as he exited the main room.

The walked through the kitchen into an indoor patio, secluded from the 
others, overlooking a beautiful yard.  There was a swinging couch, beautiful 
in wicker, and Jenny sat down and invited Keith to sit down next to her, 
which he did.

Although stunned by her beauty, Keith was able to speak.  "Will you please 
tell me what this party is?"

"What did Tracy tell you?"

"She just said that you were the hostess, and that it was a lot of her 
friends from the gym.  But she didn't say anything about naked men, or 
muscular women."

"Did she tell you anything about me?"

"Yes. She said you went to Stanford.  That you swam there.  And that you did 
well at an internet company, but that was all."

"Tracy told me alot about you, Keith."

"Like what?"

"Well, she gave me the rundown on your job and your background and your size 
stats, but more importantly she told me about your opinions about women who 
lift weights."

For some reason he couldn't quite grasp, Keith was saddened that Tracy told 
Jenny about his opinions.

"Oh."

"Why do you feel that way about strong women?  Do they...do I intimidate 
you, Keith?"

"No." he replied immediately, but unconvincingly, avoiding contact with her 
eyes.  "But it's time for you to answer some of my questions.  Again, what's 
with all the naked men?  And what brought you to build your body like this? 
And..."

"OK, OK, Keith.  I'll answer your questions."  She stood up and patted his 
head, sauntering away from him.  Keith looked at her from behind - the 
broad, powerful shoulders, the thin waist, the tight ass, the round, bulging 
calves, and he rememberd when he had a body like that in his wrestling 
prime.  His had been better, though - of that he was confident.  But 
now...now, he just didn't want to think about the difference.

She turned to him.  "I'll start with you second question."  Leaning against 
the wall, her arms folded against her chest, she began to explain what 
amounted to her life story to Keith.  She had been tall all her life, and 
when she was very young she started to swim competitively.  She was a 
natural swimmer and was among the best in the country in her youth, and as 
she grew her coaches and parents became excited about her potential as an 
olympian, so she continued to work at swimming, spending hours in the pool 
and in the gym gaining endurance and strength. That was when she first got a 
taste for weights, but back then every pound she lifted was orchestrated to 
make her glide faster through the water.  She did a lot of shoulder work to 
support her best strokes, freestyle and especially the butterfly, which 
required tremendous shoulder strength.  She stopped growing at the end of 
her high school career, topping out at 6'2", and moved on to Stanford where 
she worked harder than ever, practically tasting the olympic medal in both 
events.

Her second year at Stanford, in 1995, she began dating a guy on the 
wrestling team named Steve.  Steve was the PAC-10 heavyweight champion and 
was ranked nationally.  Her coaches deterred her from getting involved, 
fearing that a relationship would interfere with her training, but she 
wanted someone to share her time with and Steve was an athlete, smart and 
seemed sensitive to her needs, so she spent alot of time with him.  He was 
supportive beyond what she'd imagined, and their relationship was wonderful.

However, with 6 months left to train for the U.S. national meet that would 
determine the olympic representatives, she and Steve got into a fight in 
front of their apartment, and the fighting got physical and Steve pushed 
her.  She fell down a short flight of stairs and broke her leg.  Her olympic 
dream was over.

Keith was taken in by the story.  He felt terrible about this woman's 
ordeal.  He could sense himself crying inside for her, wanting to ease her 
suffering in some way.  The sweet, sultry tone of her voice as she told the 
story struck a chord in his heart, and at that moment he was drawn to her in 
a way he hadn't experienced in a long time.  He no longer saw her has a 
giantess with muscles larger than his; she was a woman, one who had been 
wronged and had suffered from that wrong, yet obviously pulled herself up to 
make a life for herself.  His guard, which had been up at full strength 
since he'd been brought into the room with naked men, dropped and he let out 
a silent comment barely audible to Jenny.

"That's terrible."

Sensing that her story had eased his discomfort somewhat, she took a seat 
next to him again and held his hand.

"Thank you, Keith.  But even though I was unable to train for the olympics, 
I knew I could use my skills to my benefit.  I was angry with Steve - so 
angry I could have killed him, but I would never do that.  I wanted him to 
pay for his lack of control, and how that ruined my life.  But I wanted to 
humiliate him.  What was he most proud of?  His strength.  How could I strip 
him of that pride?  By becoming stronger than him.  While my leg was healing 
over the next six months or so, I spent as much time in the gym as possible, 
lifting heavy weights with my upper body to become as strong as I could.  I 
had naturally strong muscle fibers, and they reacted favorably and quickly 
to weight training.

"He tried so hard to make it up to me, Steve did.  He felt terrible, but I 
didn't care.  I wanted to get him back.  We were still dating, if you could 
call it that, but I didn't let him touch me, so he didn't know how strong 
I'd become.  Towards the end of the school year, there was a formal dance, 
and we went.  I wore a dress that covered my body well, so he couldn't see 
my obvious muscles, and we went to the dance.  At the dance, I told him 
about my plan, and how I was going to embarrass him in front of all of his 
friends.  He was confused.  He didn't know how to react.  So he tried to 
push me away, but I was strong enough to stand pat.  Instead, I grabbed him 
and threw him to the ground, where I pushed him around at will and he just 
couldn't stop me.  Everyone at the dance was watching me destroy this 
nationally-ranked heavyweight wrestler, and when I was done with him, I took 
his pants and underwear off and took them with me as I left.  So you see, 
Keith, although I started weightlifting to improve my fitness for swimming, 
my gift of tremendous strength came to me to avenge the wrong committed 
against me by a man."

"What ever happened to Steve."

"Two days later, humiliated, ostracized by his teammates, he committed 
suicide.  But I didn't care.  And that brings me to your second question - 
what's going on with the naked men."

"I don't see a connection."

"All of the women here have built their bodies for one reason or another - 
most of them have stories like mine, where at one time in their lives they 
were dominated or hurt by a man and they sought to turn the tables.  During 
the day, these women have normal lives - probably any of them could be women 
you work with, women in your family, women you pass on the street chatting 
with friends.  But I provide them a place where they can all gather and feel 
comfortable with their 'reversed' relationships with their men.  They come 
here and they're in complete control, out in the open, without having to 
hide their dominance over the men in their lives."

"So these men, they're here voluntarily?  I don't believe it."

"Keith, these men are boyfriends and husbands, and some are just men on the 
side.  They're here to be with the women they love.  How hard is that to 
believe."

"I just find it difficult to believe that a man would allow himself to be 
treated like the men out there are being treated.  No real man that I know 
would allow that."

"Keith, have you forgotten that all of the men are smaller then the women.  
Smaller and weaker.  I have an idea."  She got up again, and walked outside 
the room and yelled into the main room.  "Cindy, would you carry Petey in 
here."

Keith heard the reply from afar.  "Sure thing, Jenny."  Seconds later, a 
woman walked into the room carrying a sizeable naked man on her hip.  The 
man's legs were wrapped around her midsection and his arms were around her 
neck, his face buried in her shoulder.  The woman was even larger than 
Jenny, maybe by 2 inches.  She approached Keith and reached her hand down to 
shake his.  Keith stood up to greet her and took her hand, which dwarfed his 
own just like her body dwarfed his.

"Hello, Keith.  I'm Cindy, and this is my husband Petey.  Say hello Petey."

Petey looked up and gave a cursory hello.  Cindy then gave him a light swat 
on the behind and said, "Shake the man's hand like a good boy, Petey."  
Petey reached his hand and shook Keith's.

Jenny ran her hand through Petey's hair and spoke to Cindy.  "Cindy, Keith 
has been saying that he doesn't understand how the men here have given 
themselves so willingly to their women.  I was hoping Petey could explain to 
him how your relationship developed."

"Sure, he'd be happy to, right Petey?"

"Yes" he immediately replied.  Cindy put Petey on his own two feet, and 
Keith was amazed that Petey was not a small man - taller than 6 feet and 
appeared sturdy enough to hold his own, yet still he was the submissive 
partner in his relationship.  Keith couldn't wait to hear the story.  Jenny 
took him by the arm and led him back to the couch, and both Jenny and Cindy 
sat next to him.  In between these two towering, muscular amazons, he felt 
very small indeed.

Petey began.  "I met Cindy in a dance club.  I saw her from across the room. 
  I had always liked tall women, and I thought she was stunning.  I hadn't 
noticed her muscles.  We danced and talked all night, and we went out many 
times afterwards.  I was impressed by how smart and confident she is, and I 
fell deeply in love with her.  It was only later, when we first made love, 
that I found out about her strength.  It was intimidating at first, but the 
feats she can perform with her powerful muscles makes our sex unlike any 
I've had before.  When she started to use her strength to dominate me and 
take over my life, at first I struggled, though it was useless.  She's too 
strong for me.  After a while, you realize that the spankings and the 
bea..."

"None of that now, Petey" Cindy interjected, tugging on his cock-rope.

"Sorry.  I respect her power over me, and now I do as she says because I 
love her and want to make her happy, and she makes me very happy."

"Tell him what you do when you're not with me, Petey."

"I own and run an apparel company, but when I'm with Cindy, she owns and 
runs me."

Jenny stood up and put her large arm around Petey's shoulders.  "Thanks, 
Petey."  Just then, Cindy drew Petey to her using the cock-rope and he knelt 
on the floor between her legs.  Cindy lowered one of her dress straps and 
exposed the nipple of her large, shapely breast.

"Here's your reward, Petey."  Petey leaned forward and began to suck on her 
nipple.  Cindy smiled at Keith as he just stared at them.  Then, Keith felt 
a tap at his shoulder and turned around to find that Jenny had lowered her 
strap as well, and was holding her breast. The breast was perfect to Keith, 
a beautiful size and shape, and it rested on a thicker slap of pectoral 
muscle than he'd ever seen, on man or woman.  Keith couldn't help but stare 
at it.

Jenny took him by the back of the head, and spoke to him in that sultry 
voice he'd become familiar with.  "Would you like some reward too, Keith?"  
She pulled his face down to her chest, and he struggled a bit, not wanting 
to be taken in by her even though deep down he knew he already had been.

"No, I won't" Keith responded, trying to push her arm away from his head, 
but she held on solidly.  She ceased to pull him towards her, and instead 
released his head and pulled her strap back up, covering her breast, which 
disappointed Keith greatly.

"As you wish, Keith."  He almost wanted to ask her to lower her strap again 
for another glimpse of heaven.

Cindy stood up and covered her chest.  "We'll leave you two alone so Keith 
can get, uh, better acquainted with you."  She exited the room dragging 
Petey behind her.

"Thanks, Cindy.  Thanks, Petey."

"Look, Jenny.  Thanks for the story, but I'm getting out of here."  Keith 
got up from the couch and prepared to walk out. "I don't belong here with 
all of these..."  Jenny reached her arm out and grabbed him by the back of 
his pants, and pulled him roughly back to the couch with a single tug from 
her powerful shoulder.

"Tell me something, Keith.  What did you think of Petey's little story?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, how did it make you feel to see a big, strong man like Petey being 
so submissive to a larger, stronger woman who he loves?"

"Love is blind, I guess, but it seems so unnatural.  I didn't quite 
understand what he was saying about the spankings and I would guess he was 
about to say beatings.  I wish she hadn't stopped him from talking about 
that."

"I'll tell you, then.  Men such as yourself and Petey, who erroneously view 
the male sex always in the traditionally dominant role, tend to have a 
difficult time fully accepting the superiority of their stronger mate.  The 
want to be treated as master, or at least as equal, even though they have no 
way of physically forcing the situation.  So when the stronger woman in 
their lives give them orders, they sometimes don't obey.  So the stronger 
woman has to train the man to follow orders, and often this necessitates 
physical punishment to change behavior.  Over time, as enough negative 
stimulus is applied to the man in response to bad behavior, and that 
stimulus is painful enough to instill fear and respect in the man for his 
stronger mate, the man will do anything the woman wants.  That's how the men 
here came to accept ropes around their gonads - they fear punishment if they 
disobey, but can't bring themselves to leave their women because they love 
them, just like Petey told you.  Now Petey had a very difficult time 
accepting Cindy's dominance, despite the obvious physical disparity between 
them, because he didn't know she was so powerful when he met her.  But 
you..."

Jenny draped her large, muscular thigh over his thighs, and trapped them in 
the crook of her knee, and once again grabbed him from behind the head.  He 
was unable to move anything but his arms, and he used them to grab at her 
arms to take them off of him, but couldn't budge them.  He felt the hardness 
of her arms, and the thought of what she could do to him with them 
frightened him a bit.  She looked directly into his eyes.

"...you, Keith, you already know that I'm bigger and stronger than you, so 
your training should be much easier."

"What?  You're crazy!  I'm getting out of..."

In an instant, Jenny had thrown his torso forwards so that he was laying 
face down over her lap.  Her forearm bore into the back of his neck and he 
was rendered immobile.  He couldn't speak, the pain in his neck was so 
great.  His ass was sticking up in the air.

"Let the training begin," she proclaimed to no one in particular.  And then 
he felt it.  Thwack.  A sharp pain that went straight from his ass 
throughout his whole body.  Thwack again.  She was spanking him and it hurt. 
  It hurt a lot. His eyes welled up with tears.  He wanted her to stop but 
couldn't speak. Soon, after about 10 hits, she stopped and let him up.  He 
stood before her for only a second when she grabbed for his crotch and took 
his balls in her hand through the thin fabric of his pants.  He grabbed for 
her wrist but could not budge her grip from his genitals.  "Let that be 
lesson number one - never call me crazy."

Keith knew he had to get out of there.  He never imagined he'd ever be 
spanked by a woman, at least not when he didn't want it.  He hatched a quick 
plan, but didn't have time to think it all through by the time she released 
his balls from her grip.  With that release, he quickly sprinted for the 
back door of the patio room, and ran outside.  Unsure of where he was, he 
ran around the house until he found the street, and then, without any mode 
of transportation available other than his own two feet, started running 
down the street to get away.

"There's no chance she can catch me.  I'm much too fast for her" he thought 
as he ran his fastest down the asphalt.  Then he heard that voice behind 
him, calm and even.

"There's now chance you ca get away, Keith.  I'm much too fast for you."  He 
turned around and saw Jenny running after him, about 100 yards back.  He 
realized that Jenny was closing on him, and quickly.  He tried to run 
faster, but he was already at his top speed.  Within about 15 seconds, she 
had somehow, using what seemed to him superhuman speed, caught up to him and 
before he could react she put her arm around his waist and lifted him off 
the ground.  She threw him over her shoulder, face up, and held his neck and 
legs down so that he couldn't move.  The stretching on his back was 
uncomfortable, but not painful.

"Keith, that was a bad idea" she chided.  She ambled down the street 
carrying Keith as if he weighed nothing more than a pillow, and his 
struggles were fruitless.  "Tracy brought you to the party for me.  And I'm 
going to have you whether you like it or not.  And believe me, if you obey 
me, you'll like it.  And if you don't..." she pulled down his head and legs 
and pain shot through Keith's body "...you'll feel more pain than you ever 
imagined."

Keith stopped struggling until she brought him through the front door of her 
house and through the main meeting room.  As they walked in, the women 
started hooting and hollering, screaming things like "That'll teach him to 
run away" and "Having fun yet, Keith?"  From his vantage point, he could see 
that one of the women was handing out dildos to the others.  He wondered 
whether they'd be used on each other or on the men.  He put that thought out 
of his mind, though.

Jenny brought him back into the back patio room and sat him down on the 
couch.  "Now Keith, I'm not ignorant.  I realize that you won't just accept 
me as your superior by my word and minor actions.  I want to give you a 
chance to prove that you are superior to me.  If you can beat me, I'll let 
you go, and before you go I'll let you have your way with me.  I know you're 
curious about what it would be like to fuck a fit woman like me, so you'll 
have your chance."

Keith saw his opportunity to get out with some shred of dignity and 
self-respect.  "Fine, Jenny.  What will be the contest?"

Jenny smiled broadly.  "Tracy tells me that you were something of a wrestler 
in college, and that you were very successful.  One pin wins.  You can use 
any move you want on me, and I on you.  Any questions?"

Despite her earlier story about her ex-boyfriend and the speed and strength 
she displayed in tracking him down during his escape and carrying him back, 
Keith was confident his skills would win the day.  "Fine, but are we going 
to wrestle here among the furniture?"

"Follow me."  She took his hand and led him outside and into a shed in the 
yard.  Inside, there was a large mat on the ground and mats along the walls. 
  "Here's the venue where you will lose your manhood, Keith.  Look 
familiar?"

Keith was a little confused.  He couldn't figure out what this woman was 
doing with a wrestling mat in a shed in her backyard.  He sensed he was 
being set up, but still clung to his belief that given the opportunity, he 
would best her on the mat using his superior skills and experience.  Then he 
would make her his bitch and use that rock hard body for his own pleasure.  
After his initial feelings, perhaps they were disgust, about muscles on any 
woman, he had come to have a strange desire over the last hours to feel a 
woman's muscles close to him, to mold them to him, to make a woman who 
fancied herself strong do his bidding and be his slave, as opposed to the 
opposite desire held by the women at the party to which he had been invited.

He decided he wanted to get started feeling her body.  "I don't have a 
uniform.  How about we wrestle in our underwear?"  He thought this request 
would intimidate her, but her response was ho-hum at best.

"Fine with me, Keith.  You first."  He removed his shirt slowly, seductively 
he thought, and then his pants.  She watched him intently, giving mock oohs 
and aahs as his clothing dropped to the floor, until he was left with only 
his boxer shorts.  "That's one heck of a body you have there, Keith.  Lots 
of muscle.  But now it's time to see a body with some real muscle."

She walked right up to him so that his eyes were even with her neck.  Then, 
Jenny reached up and rolled the straps of her dress off her shoulder, in the 
process flexing her sizeable bicep.  Then she reached up with her other arm 
and drew down the other strap.  Her bicep once again balled up.  Keith knew 
they were bigger than his own.  The dress lowered slightly but was held up 
by her perky breasts.  She raised her arm a bit and bent her elbow to flex 
her bicep directly in front of his eyes.  He couldn't believe how big it was 
- it may have been bigger than his head.  Her shoulders were so wide, he 
felt like she could have wrapped her arms around him and he'd be lost in her 
body.  Her shoulders had to jut out 4 inches past his on each side, he was 
sure of it, and it intimidated him.  Her huge, ripped pectoral muscles 
layered out from her chest, and the chasm down the middle was large enough 
to lose his nose in.  She took her dress on either side of her chest and 
slowly rolled it down over her breasts, exposing them to him just under his 
chin, and then exposing her six-pack abdominals which he could barely see 
beyond her chest.  He'd forgotten from her breast-sucking stunt that she 
wasn't wearing a bra - she'd have to fight barechested.  Continuing to roll 
the dress down, she exposed a tiny g-string that barely covered her 
womanhood, and then passed the dress over her flaring thighs and took it 
completely off.  She put her hands on her hips and flared her lats, which 
flayed out like wings from her sides, well beyond his shoulders.  Stepping 
forward, she bumped him with her chest and he was forced back a bit.

"This is what a truly powerful body looks like."  She turned around, moved 
her hair from her back and struck a double biceps pose that showed off the 
sheer potent size of her biceps and triceps and the deep musculature of her 
back and trapezius muscles.  From behind, the only shred of evidence that 
she wasn't completely naked was the tiny string that ran down the crack of 
her ass.  "And now you're going to feel what it can do to you."

"I can't wait to make you do my bidding, Jenny."

"Ooh.  I like it when you get ornery.  I'll train that out of you.  Come and 
get me."

They circled in the center of the mat.  He looked for an obvious weakness in 
her movement, like he used to in his college days, but he couldn't see one 
right away.  Her positioning and her footwork were excellent - he thought 
back to how she dated a wrestler in college, the one who committed suicide 
after she humiliated him in defeat.  Her height advantage was unsettling - 
he was unused to wrestling larger people, as collegiate wrestling was always 
done in weight classes, which tended to be within close height ranges.  Of 
course, the size of her muscles was also unsettling.  As she moved, her 
breasts barely bobbed, held tight by the strength of her underlying pectoral 
muscles.  The muscles in her legs came out in all their splendor with each 
step.

Jenny stepped in towards him and locked arms with him.  Her arms were so 
much bigger than his, and he knew right away that they were much stronger as 
well, just from the way he was unable to budge them from his shoulders.  She 
jostled him for a short while, and then he felt her pull hard and suddenly 
he was flying through the air.  She had lifted him by gripping his shoulders 
and he was thrown face first into the padded wall, easily ten feet away.

"You almost had me there, Keith.  Whew, that was close."

Keith got back up and walked to the center of the ring.  She put her hands 
up, hoping to engage him in a test of strength, where the two opponents 
grasp hands above their heads and try to force the other to the knees.  He 
saw his opportunity.  He raised his hands as if to accept her test, and at 
the last minute, dipped down and grabbed at her right leg.  He tried to lift 
the leg, but it wouldn't move.  He tried to push her backwards and knock her 
over, but she stood solidly.  Jenny grabbed his head and pushed it between 
her legs, locking them around it.  His head was imprisoned in her muscle 
vise.  He began to punch at her thighs with his free hands, but the muscle 
was so hard that it only served to make his hand ache.  Holding his head 
steady, she reached down and grabbed the back of his boxer shorts, slipping 
three fingers underneath the waistband.

"These boxers seem so tight, Keith.  I'm going to have to help you with 
that."

She pulled up on the shorts, inserting her last two fingers for support.  
The band stretched as his body was slowly pulled off the ground.  He cried 
for her to stop, but she continued to lift his body, pivoted at his head, 
using only one of her arms until he was virtually upside down in front of 
her facing away from her.  He bent his legs around her head and squeezed, 
hoping the pain would force her to let him go.  He only hoped she wouldn't 
drop him squarely on his head.  But instead, she reached around him and put 
her other hand into his shorts and grabbed his balls and squeezed them.  He 
immediately released her head, letting his knees bend so that his shins 
rested on her broad shoulders.  However, she maintained her grip on his 
balls and then pulled his cock out of his shorts so that if flopped down in 
the open air.  Grabbing his cock, she held it out so it stretched to its 
full flaccid length.  Turning around, she spoke, it seemed to Keith, into 
the air to no one.

"Not a bad size, girls.  Later I'll find out how big it is hard."

Keith had no idea who she was talking to - was she calling him a girl?  His 
confusion grew.  Jenny released his crotch and grabbed him around his waist, 
and then pushed his legs so that he bent at the waist over her arm.  She 
released his head and held him up with the one arm around his waist.  
Lifting her arms like she was flipping a pancake, she shook Keith in her 
grasp and he grunted each time his middle hit her steely arm.

"You don't have any change on you, do you Keith?"  She laughed and released 
him with a push.  He hit the ground safely on his feet but the momentum 
caused him to fall backwards on his ass.  Keith looked up at her, and she 
struck a double biceps pose which made him tremble.  Her arms were so large, 
the muscles so thick and lush, they seemed to just jump off of her bone.  
The bicep peak seemed to be volcanic.  Her chest was tremendously wide and 
her waist impossibly tight and small.  Her legs flared out to amazing 
proportion without making it seem like she stood on tree trunks.  Her pose 
reminded him once again how inferior his physique was.  To add insult to 
injury, she turned around and flexed her back, spreading her lats to their 
full wing-like breadth.  He doubted he could get his arms around her back, 
but at that moment he sensed another opportunity and decided to take it.

He jumped at her and leapt onto her back.  He grabbed her around the neck 
with one arm and around the forehead with the other, in a sleeper hold 
maneuver he'd seen on television.  Hanging on to the taller woman, his feet 
dangled from the floor, so he lifted his legs and wrapped them around her 
waist, squeezing as hard as he could.  He'd hoped that his weight pressing 
on her so suddenly would cause her to fall to the ground, where he could 
increase his advantage, but she stood tall and held him up there, his arms 
desperately trying to weaken her.

Jenny grabbed his foot with one of her hands and squeezed it in her palm.  
The pain was unbearable for Keith, and he screamed out loud.

"Tsk tsk tsk, Keith.  This brings me to lesson number two - never interrupt 
me when I'm posing."  She walked over to the wall and backed into it with 
great force, squishing Keith into the mat.  He held firm.  She stepped away 
a few steps and backed up again, and his grip on her neck loosened.  Then 
she whipped her torso forward and Keith flipped over her head, through the 
air and once again onto the mat with a thud.  "I think I'm going to have to 
give you an advantage Keith.  This just doesn't seem fair."

Jenny walked to the center of the mat and laid down on her back, with her 
arms spread open.  She lifted one of her shoulders off the mat.  Then she 
motioned to Keith to approach her.  "Come lay on top of me Keith.  You only 
need to get my one shoulder down to win.  Now that shouldn't be so hard for 
a big strong college wrestler like you, should it?"

Despite the amazing displays of power he'd seen Jenny perform, Keith thought 
this wouldn't be too hard, although in the back of his mind he realized that 
if she offered him this opportunity she must have believed she could get 
out.  In the pit of his stomach, a queasiness overcame him, a sense of dread 
that he would be humiliated if he couldn't pin her with this much advantage. 
  He walked over to her and laid down across her arms, spreading his legs 
over the side with the shoulder already down and holding her up-arm with his 
hands.

"Whenever you're ready Keith, just say so."  She whistled an old song, he 
couldn't quite place it, but he'd heard it before, and it was unsettling to 
him that she was so nonchalant.

Keith rocked his body up and down a couple of times to gain momentum and add 
power to his initial push, and then yelled out "GO" as his motion hit her 
shoulder.  His motion stopped instantly.  Her shoulder didn't budge even an 
inch.  He put both of his hands on her shoulder, and couldn't move it.  His 
hands barely covered the mass of deltoid muscle.  She continued to whistle.

"You're almost there Keith.  Keep pushing," she mocked.  After about 45 
seconds, he stopped trying and laid still across her chest, his head resting 
on her prodigious bicep.  Humiliated from this utter failure, he softly 
began to weep, the tears wetting her powerful arm.  She bent her arm and 
touched his hair gently, rubbing his head.  The large flex of her bicep from 
the casual bend moved his head significantly.  "There, there Keith.  It's 
OK.  I'm bigger than you , stronger than you, richer than you, and I can 
assure you that I'm smarter than you.  Don't you want me to control your 
life, like the other men?"

Keith picked up his head and wept a loud "No!  I'm not your slave."

"This is taking longer than I thought, Keith.  Soon I will lose my 
patience."  She adjusted her arms so the arm supporting his head was just 
below his neck, at the top of his sternum, and the other was just above his 
crotch.  "If you won't be my slave yet, at least you'll be my barbell."  She 
pressed his body up into the air, his 180 pounds lifted from her chest 
easily.  Although he was only in the air as high as the length of her arms, 
he became suddenly afraid of falling and reached to grab the sturdiest thing 
he could find, her arm.  He put his hands around her upper arm, and tried to 
hold tight.  As she lowered him, her arm expanded and his hands couldn't 
encompass it, and again she pressed him up.  She did about 20 repetitions 
with his bodyweight, and on the last rep she gave a tremendous push and 
threw him back over her head, through the air and back onto the mat.  She 
got up quickly and went to him, crouching down and putting her hands 
underneath him, one under his legs and the other under his torso.  Standing 
up, she lifted him and carried him in her arms.  He laid straight across her 
outstreched arms, mostly on her forearms.  "And now for some arm work, 
Keith.  Stay still."  She raised him to her chin, and then lowered him, 
performing some standing curls using him as deadweight.  He couldn't move, 
he was in such shock at this woman's astounding strength.  She performed 
about 15 repetitions, and on the last threw him up in the air over her head. 
  Instead of letting him fall to the ground, she caught him above her head, 
steadying him on both of her hands.  "And the shoulders too, Keith.  Don't 
you like how strong my shoulders are?"  Leaning back a bit, she lowered him 
to the top of her chest and then pressed him over her head in a military 
press.  She did about 10 reps with his bodyweight, and on the last held him 
at her chest, and pushed her arms out hard, throwing him face first into the 
matted wall.  He crumpled to the ground, limp from exhaustion.  He turned to 
her, and as she approached, he backed away, crawling along the ground with 
his hands out to ward her away.

"Please stop.  Please leave me alone."

She took a long step towards him and then jumped over him.  Keith couldn't 
believe how such a large woman could be so nimble.  From behind she grabbed 
his waist between her legs and he was completely immobilized.

"You know, Keith.  You're kind of light.  I don't think I got a very good 
pump in my shoulders."  Releasing him, she reached down and grabbed the 
elastic band at the back of his boxer shorts and lifted him to her front, in 
a front delt raise.  She performed 15 of these, and each raise wedged his 
shorts further and further up his ass crack.  She turned around and faced a 
different part of the shed, and again spoke into the air.  "I think this 
wedgie should about do it for his shorts, girls."  She put him back on his 
feet, having completed her exercises.  His shorts were dangling from his 
waist, the elastic of the band completely stretched.  She grabbed his 
shoulder roughly to turn him around and face her.  He looked straight at her 
chin, and she took his chin and raised it so he looked into her eyes.  "I 
think it's time that you got naked, Keith.  And I don't want to hear you say 
no, understand."

Keith was afraid to respond.  The ordeal had taken most of his dignity, 
energy and manhood, and he just couldn't speak to her.  He could barely look 
at her - if he did, he was sure he'd cry again.

She whipped him back around so that he faced away from her, and put him in a 
full nelson.  His arms were pushed into the air and his upper torso was 
crushed between her pumped arms.  His face contorted from the discomfort.  
She grabbed his left bicep with her right hand, around his neck, and with 
her left hand she reached around hand grabbed his crotch, still covered by 
the limp fabric.  She massaged his balls, and he started to grow hard.  She 
moved him a bit, rotating him a few degrees, and then again spoke into the 
air.  "Ready, girls?"  Then, in the silence, he heard a tremendous uproar 
coming from the house.  Were they listening?  He looked directly ahead and 
finally noticed what she'd been talking to all that time.  There was a 
camera in the corner of the shed.  They were being filmed!  And the women 
were watching on the monitor in the corner of their party room!  He started 
to struggle to get away again, but couldn't move.  He kicked his feet, but a 
squeeze to his balls stopped that effort immediately.  The rubbing 
continued, and the remote excitement that was barely audible, and he 
couldn't help but become excited himself, and he realized then and there 
that held in her mighty grasp, massaged by her strong hands, so close to her 
powerful body that could both destroy and protect him, his excitement wasn't 
entirely the mere result of tactile stimulation.  He was excited by the 
prospect of losing to her and having her use his body for her pleasure, 
every one of her muscles overpowering him and making him hers.  And his 
hardness continued to grow, causing a huge tentpole in his shorts.

"Uh-oh, girls.  Didn't plan this one well."  Jenny started to shake Keith in 
her grasp, thrashing up side to side and up and down, trying to dislodge his 
shorts and have them loosely fall to the floor, exposing his cock, but his 
erection held the shorts in place.  She shook him hard and fast, but the 
only effect was a low moan coming from Keith's mouth.  She reached down the 
front of his shorts, and grabbed his cock to shift it and allow the shorts 
to fall.  Keith let out a sigh - not one of fear, but rather one of joy, a 
sigh that signaled to Jenny that he liked the touch of her hand on his 
turgid member.  She rubbed him a bit and whispered close to his ear, in that 
sultry voice he'd come to love, "I knew you'd come around, my little man."  
Then she pulled his cock so that it stood straight up and was trapped 
between his band and his stomach.  Once she removed her hand, it was only a 
matter of time.  A few quick, strong shakes from her powerful arms and his 
shorts fell slowly to the floor.  She lifted him up so that his feet were 
free of the fabric.

Placing her free hand on his ass, she pushed his lower body up so that he 
was diagonal to the floor, and then slipped her hand between his legs and 
grabbed his balls.  She whispered into his ears, "Spread your legs wide, 
Keith."  He complied immediately, and then she pushed him up further and 
said into the camera, "What do you think girls."  His genitals were exposed 
to everyone at the party, and he heard the cheers coming from the house.  He 
couldn't look at the camera, he was too embarrassed.  He just looked down at 
his erect member and was dazed at the realization that he had been subdued 
so easily by this powerful, beautiful woman he had come to respect and 
possibly love.

Jenny shifted him in her grasp and cradled him in her arms, and gave him a 
breathtaking french kiss.  At first he struggled, but soon he put his arms 
around her neck and returned the emotion.  Jenny released the kiss, looked 
up to the camera and said, "I think we need a little privacy, girls."  Then 
she carried him to the corner and turned off the camera.

Keith felt like a safe child in her strong arms.  He liked the feeling of 
her thick traps under his hands as he grasped her for comfort.  He liked the 
feeling of the small movements of her bicep on his side as she steadied him 
in her arms.  And he liked the feeling of her right breast resting on his 
crotch, the hard nipple tickling his balls.  And, he had to admit, he liked 
the feeling of standing in front of her, looking at her chin, knowing that 
she was looking down on him from on high.  Reaching his face up to hers, he 
kissed her on the lips, and said to her "Take me."

Jenny gave a deep, throaty laugh.  She kissed him long and hard, thrashing 
her tongue around in his mouth, pushing his tongue around like she pushed 
his body around.  Then, as suddenly as she entered his mouth, she backed 
away.  Looking into his eyes, she said in a stern voice.  "And that brings 
us to lesson number three - never, ever give me an order."  She lifted him 
directly up into the air, and held him up suspended above her head, looking 
down toward her.

"I'm so sorry!  Please forgive me!  Please let me go!" he begged.  But there 
was no forgiveness forthcoming.

Jenny slammed him to the ground on his back, and he bounced off the floor 
gasping for air.  The wind was knocked out of him and it took a few seconds 
for him to regain his breath.  Laying on his back, he watched intently has 
she lowered herself onto him, sitting on his chest, the full weight of her 
boring into his torso.  Her powerful thighs rested on either side of his 
inferior body holding his arms close to his sides; he knew that one squeeze 
from those stems could crush him.  He looked up at her incredible body - the 
toned abs, the large perfect breasts, the wide shoulders, the strong arms 
that had held him so safe - and his cock grew harder.  He wanted her so 
badly his cock was quivering, and he could feel the precum seeping out.  She 
flexed her arms above him, and allowed him to extricate his arms from her 
leggy trap - he was glad she did, because he reached up and rubbed her arm, 
feeling their girth and hardness.  He moaned with desire for her.  She 
lowered her arms to her crotch, grabbed a hold of her g-string, and gave a 
quick tug, ripping the garment from her body.  Shifting her body, she moved 
up and knelt with her perfectly shaved womanhood directly above his face.

"It's time to put your tongue to work my little man.  Take a deep breath."  
She lowered herself onto his face, sitting with her hard ass on his upper 
chest.  Now Keith liked to lick a girl's pussy as much as the next guy, but 
he never imagined he'd have a woman force him to lick her while sitting on 
his face.  He knew that had a woman done this to him yesterday, he would 
have fought hard to get her off and then made the woman please him instead.  
But with Jenny, he knew he couldn't overpower her, he knew that he had not 
control over his life with her, so instead he rested his hands on her 
muscular thighs, in complete abdication of his dominant male position, and 
put his tongue to work, just as she'd commanded him.  Touching the 
tremendous muscles of her legs, and then moving his hands up to feel the 
strength of her abdominals, the individual muscles jumping out from her 
skin, he became more and more turned on, and his tongue worked harder to 
give her pleasure.  Within minutes, she was bucking on top of him and 
screaming in passion, and then she was soaking his face with her juices as 
she orgasmed.

"Well done, my little man.  I might have to keep you around if you keep 
performing like that.  Now I'm going to go out for a moment, and I don't 
want you to move at all.  Not even one of your puny little muscles."  Jenny 
left the shed.

Keith remained motionless, regarding his situation.  He knew he had only 
seconds to decide whether to stay or to run away again, hoping he'd have 
enough of a head start that she wouldn't be able to catch him.  But who was 
he kidding?  He had come to accept that she was his physical superior in 
every way, both in strength and in speed, and he doubted he could outrun 
her, even with a five minute head start or however long she'd be gone.  He 
thought more about how it made him feel to be manhandled by this woman, to 
have his manhood stripped and his freedom taken hostage by her.  He knew he 
loved it.  Even now, with her gone barely a minute, he wanted her back, 
holding him in her arms, dominating him, letting him feel her muscles.  He 
loved them, and he knew he loved her as well.  He loved her confidence, 
intelligence, sensitivity, laugh, and of course overwhelming power.  He just 
wanted to make her happy, and decided then and there to make it his goal to 
make her happy in any way he could.

Jenny reentered the room and smiled when she saw that he hadn't moved an 
inch.  She stood over him, her legs straddling his body, her perfect pussy 
staring down at him.  She was holding a rope and a dildo, the same 
implements the dominant women were using in the common room.  Reaching down 
with both arms, she put her hands underneath his shoulders and lifted him to 
his feet.  Keith stood in his preferred and comfortable position of directly 
in front of her, his eyes flush with her chin, his mouth just above her 
breasts.  He leaned forward, as if his face were a magnet and her body were 
a hunk of iron, which to him it practically was, and put his lips on the 
nipple of her right breast.  He gently started to suck on the nipple, an 
action he refused to perform just hours earlier.  Jenny grabbed his hair and 
pulled his face away.

"In due time, my little man.  For now, I want you to put my dress on.  Can 
you do that?"

"Yes, I'd like that."

"Then go get it for me."  Keith ran over to get her dress like a schoolboy 
running to get the football during lunch recess.  He ran back to her, 
immediately falling to his knees.  Opening the neck of the dress, he waited 
for her to put her feet in the hole.  She inserted one foot and then the 
other.  As he pulled the dress up her legs, he felt ever inch of her 
musculature, from the bulging calves to the potent thighs, pulling the dress 
over her rock-hard ass as it sadly covered her pussy, over her abs that were 
hard enough to bounce quarters off, and over her breasts.  Holding the right 
strap out, she put her massive arm through the hole.  When he held the left 
strap, she stopped him, pulled the left side of the dress down a bit and 
revealed her left breast to him.  Reaching around his head, she drew his 
face to her breast and invited his lips to begin their homage.  He sucked 
harder than he'd ever sucked anything.  Her nipple expanded, and its 
erectness seemed to fill his mouth.  He put his arms around her back and 
felt the deep muscles that could pound him to nothingness.  As he comforted 
himself suckling her, she took the rope and tied it around his genitals, 
with nary an objection from him.  She tightened it until she heard him groan 
a bit, and then tied the other end to her wrist.

Pulling his head away from her nipple, she replaced the strap of her dress 
to its rightful position, covering her breast, and said to him, "It's time 
for us to rejoin my guests, my little man.  Will you be good?"

"Yes, Jenny."

"Good.  Put your hands on my shoulders."  Keith complied, putting his small 
hands on her large, round shoulders, feeling their supreme hardness, knowing 
that her one joint could control his entire being.  She walked back from the 
shed into the house, and he followed behind, connected to her by the 
cockrope.

They reentered the common room to a round of applause and hoots and hollers 
from the women.  Jenny clasped her hands above her head in a sign of 
victory.  When she moved to the side a bit, Keith caught a view of the room. 
  The women all had dildos attached to their waists and all of the men were 
in some way being penetrated from behind by the dildos.

Jenny asked them to please continue with their training, and they went back 
to thrusting into their men.  Jenny dragged Keith over to Tracy, who was 
going at it on Jake, bent over and leaning on a table.  Jenny pulled Keith 
around to her front, took his head and pushed it down onto the table, 
bending him over in an identical position to Jake's.  Keith looked over to 
Jake, for some kind of understanding, some hint on how to survive this 
ordeal, but Jake didn't look back.  So instead, Keith peeked back under his 
arm to see what Jenny was doing.

Tracy continued to thrust into Jake as she spoke to Jenny.  "I knew you'd 
make him submit, Jenny."

"It wasn't that hard.  He's big and strong, but he's nothing compared to me. 
  I didn't even use my full strength on him."  That comment made Keith shake 
with fear.  He wondered what her full strength meant.  Jenny strapped on the 
dildo she'd been carrying.

"Can I borrow some oil, Tracy?"

"Sure thing."  Tracy handed Jenny a tube of something and Jenny squirted 
some on the dildo, rubbing it around.  Keith had never had anything up his 
ass before, and he feared the pain her penetration would cause, but relished 
the thought that she, or some extension of her, was inside of him.

Jenny reached around him and grabbed his still-hard cock, and rubbed it as 
she used her other hand to part his ass cheeks and rub the tip of the dildo 
on his asshole.  Slowly she inserted the piece into him, ever so slowly 
pushing it inside until the entire shaft was inside of him.  He moaned 
loudly as it entered, half a moan of pain, and half of ecstasy.  She pulled 
back and pushed again, and he moaned even louder.  Again and again she 
penetrated him, and his moans were uncontrollable.  He could sense his ass 
loosening with each push of her mighty body.  Jenny stopped just as suddenly 
as she started.

"Tracy, has Jake ejaculated yet?"

"No, not yet."

"Would he like some help?"  Jenny patted Keith on the ass.

"I like the way you think, Jenny.  Sure."

Jenny removed the dildo from Keith and turned him around to face her.  As 
she did so, Tracy pulled Jake back from the table, still inside of him and 
left some space between him and the table.  Jenny took Keith by the cock 
with one and and by the face with her other, and spoke to him sternly.

"It's time for you to show me your obedience, my little man.  I want you to 
get on your knees and give Jake a blowjob while his mistress fucks him."  
Keith's eyes told his distress better than his mouth ever could.  "Now 
remember, this is your chance to prove to me that you accept me as your 
superior, that you cannot compete with my powerful body and therefore must 
obey my every word or suffer consequences.  Now get on your knees, and I 
want you to swallow."  She placed her hand on his head and pushed him to his 
knees, then with her foot pushed him across the floor to a position where he 
had access to Jake's penis.  Closing his eyes, he started to suck on Jake's 
cock, not touching it with his hands.  After a few seconds he looked up at 
Jenny, who was standing with the arms that had lifted him, thrown him and 
subdued him crossed along her chest.  She watched him intently, not smiling. 
  Within minutes, Jake ejaculated into Keith's mouth, long and wet.  Keith 
tried to swallow as he had been ordered, but he gagged and spit out the 
fluid on the floor.

Instantly, he felt Jenny's arm around his waist and she lifted him off the 
ground.  "Damnit, I gave you an order."  She lifted her left leg and placed 
her foot on the table, and then placed Keith over her leg, face down, so 
that he bent over exposing his ass.

"I'm sorry!  I tried!" he begged, but to no avail.  She spanked him over and 
over until he was crying loudly, the tears dropping to the floor. Jenny 
picked him up off her leg and threw him back under Jake.

"Do it again, and this time don't disobey me."  Keith immediately took 
Jake's cock in his mouth and blew him, and this time he swallowed Jake's 
wad.

The clock struck midnight.  Jenny picked Keith up and cradled him in her 
arms.  Keith was still sobbing, both from the pain of the spanking and from 
the immasculation of sucking another man's penis.  Jenny walked to the 
corner of the room with the monitor, and cleared her throat.

"Thank you all for coming tonight.  I hope you all enjoyed yourselves.  It 
means so much to me, and I'm sure to all of you, to have a time where each 
of us can show our complete overpowering dominance of our men without being 
looked at by society as freaks.  We are not freaks.  The affection and 
obedience shown by our men her today prove that we are women, to be feared 
and respected, loved and honored.  We are women.  So let's all raise our men 
and toast to our lives!"  All of the women grabbed their men between the 
legs and lifted them off the ground, including Jenny, and drank from their 
glasses, and then returned their men to the floor.  Jenny continued her 
speech.  "Now we all know that Keith is new to us, so let's all give him our 
sorority welcome as we leave."  Keith had no idea what she meant.  Jenny 
carried Keith over to the front door, and put his head between her legs, 
with his ass facing out in front of her.  Each woman who left the house gave 
Keith a hard spank, and then exited with her respective and respecting man.

Soon, the welcome was over and Keith was alone with his new mistress.  She 
picked him up and cradled him in her arms, and walked with him over to a 
nearby couch.  Sitting down, he rested in her lap.  Jenny lowered her strap 
and took out her breast, and Keith needed no prompting to begin suckling.  
He comforted himself in her arms, cuddled to her powerful body, and knew 
he'd stay as long as she'd let him.

Jenny petted his head, her bulging bicep flexing from the movement.  "There, 
there my little man.  I'll show you how wonderful it is to be my slave."  
Keith reached his hands and grabbed the sides of her chest, grasping her 
thick slabs of pectoral muscle, holding their erotic mass.  He moved his 
hands to her arms and felt their hardness, their strength, and then put his 
arms around her broad shoulders.  Jenny reached down and grabbed his cock, 
which had been erect for what seemed like hours.  As she expertly beat him 
off, taking him to heights of ecstasy he'd only dreamed of, he continued to 
suck at the breast of the woman who now completely controlled his life.  And 
he loved the feeling.