Bill's Fetish RE-discovered
By Sonofjack, sonofjackwell@gmail.com
Some people are just never satisfied . . .

This story is a sequel to my recently posted story "Bill's Fetish Discovered".
A long-time loyal reader of my stories asked for a sequel so here it is.
However, I must say that I was disappointed by the lack of response to the
first story. I know that "Bill's Fetish Discovered" received a lot of hits,
but very few readers emailed me to comment on it. What's up, readers? Don't
you know that we writers practically live off your comments? If you like my
stories, I would like to hear about it. Send your comments to
sonofjackwell@gmail.com

I also write custom stories, so if you have a story idea that you would like
for me to turn into a full story, let me know. Once again, email me at
sonofjackwell@gmail.com

I have another idea for a story featuring Bill and Jessica. If you would like
to see it, send me an email!

In the three months since Bill's wife Jessica discovered his strong girl
fetish, Bill has been in heaven. At first Bill was afraid that Jessica
wouldn't understand his downloading of videos from the Powerbabes website.
Powerbabes.com specializes in producing realistic looking and sounding videos
of gorgeous models lifting fake barbells and dumbbells that looked like they
weighed hundreds and even thousands of pounds.

Bill was correct in assuming that Jessica would not appreciate him looking at
such videos, and she demanded that he delete them from his computer. However,
Bill didn't mind in the least since Jessica first revealed to him that she was
fully capable of lifting real weights that were every bit as big and
impressive as the fake weights lifted by any of the Powerbabes.

Bill especially didn't mind since Jessica was far more beautiful than any of
the models on Powerbabes.com. Jessica was tall and lean and fit and firm. At
5'11" she and Bill were approximately the same height, and Bill liked the way
she could stand toe to toe with him and look him straight at him with her
sleepy green eyes. He loved it when she stood on her tippy toes and kissed him
on the forehead with her full, pouty lips.

By any unbiased standard Jessica was an incredibly beautiful woman. Jessica's
strait, narrow aquiline nose was perfectly proportioned to her soft, oval
shaped face. Her face was surrounded by flowing, softly curled slightly longer
than shoulder length auburn hair.

Taking into account her amazing 40-24-35 figure, she was almost otherworldly
in her beauty. Her breasts were not only large, they were also rounded and
firm. Her waist was not just tiny in comparison to her breasts and hips, it
was flat and toned. Her derriere was not merely pleasing; it was a tight and a
lovely near-hemisphere. Her legs were so long and shapely that most men took
one look at them and immediately longed to have them wrapped around their
bodies.

Those men were all out of luck however, because from the first night Jessica
met Bill, all of her love and affection, all of the beauty in her face and
form were reserved for him. It was all for Bill.

When Bill discovered that Jessica also possessed amazing strength far greater
than any mere male bodybuilder or athlete he knew that he had found the strong
girl of his waking dreams. He no longer had the slightest desire to watch
Powerbabe videos. Why should he when he was married to his own living
breathing power babe?

The best part about this for Bill was that since discovering that he had a
"thing" for strong women, Jessica had been very generous and creative about
ways of showing off her incredible power. The first thing she did was to turn
their spare room into a weight room loaded with mega-weights. Bill's favorite
thing in the world was to watch his stunningly beautiful wife effortlessly
press or curl twice the world record while wearing a sexy bikini or lingerie.
This would always be followed a world-class fucking. When Jessica was feeling
especially saucy, she would continue to pump five hundred pound barbells with
each hand WHILE she was straddling her husband.

Jessica also enjoyed showing off her strength in other ways. For example, she
loved taking the sturdiest, thickest crowbars she could find and bending them
in half for Bill. She also loved crushing rocks and bricks into powder for
him. She loved to see the look in his eyes - the lust mixed with fear - when
she performed such super feats. She loved the power it gave her over him.

That was probably the biggest change in their relationship. Bill and Jessica
had always loved each other and been more-or-less equal partners in their
marriage. Now Jessica was clearly in charge. This was especially true in the
bedroom, and this was exactly the way Bill wanted it.

It might seem strange for some people to understand, but nothing gave Bill
greater satisfaction than knowing that his sexy, beautiful wife had the
strength to easily overpower him. He loved the fact that she was many times
stronger than him, and this was never so obvious as when she used her superior
power to intimidate him and humiliate him.

For example, one of their hottest love making sessions took place
approximately a month after Jessica had discovered Bill's fetish. They were
sitting on the couch together watching an old movie on TCM when Jessica said
without warning, "Honey, my feet are tired. Massage them for me."

"Not now, Jess," Bill responded, "I just got comfortable."

"What do you mean 'not now'?" Bill's hot and sexy wife asked, "Since when is
'not now' and option when I tell you to do something?"

"Aw, Baby, do I have to?" Bill asked.

"Don't be silly! Of course you have to. You have to do whatever I tell you to
do, and you know why, don't you?" she asked pointedly.

"Because . . . "

"Because I'm stronger than you," his wife finished for him. Then she added,
"Much, much stronger than you."

"I know you are Jessica -"

"Then say it," Jessica demanded.

"I know that you're much, much stronger than me, Jessica, but that doesn't
make it fair for you push me around like this."

"Fair or not, that's the way it is," Jessica said with supreme confidence.
"Besides you love it when I tell you what to do."

Bill let Jessica's last comment just sort of hang there. Finally he said,
"Okay, Baby, I'll rub your feet." Then he patted his lap with his hand
indicating that he wanted Jessica to put her feet in his lap so that he could
follow her instructions.

Jessica gave her helpless husband an icy glare. "You know that's not what I
meant. I want you to get down on the floor and remove my shoes and socks. Then
I want you to sit at my feet and rub them until I give you permission to
stop."

"But, Jessie, why can't I - "

"Bill! That's enough! Are you going to do as you're told or do I have to

"No, no, Baby, please, don't get angry. Of course I'll sit at your feet and
rub them. Then you'll give me a foot massage okay?"

"We'll see," Jessica said coolly and noncommittally.

Once Bill got down on the floor and removed his wife's shoes and socks he
began rubbing the arches of her feet. "Harder!" Jessica demanded, "You're so
week I can hardly feel it!"

"Sorry, My Love."

Jessica looked down at her husband solemnly working away at her feet. She
couldn't help feeling tender and loving towards him. "Mmmmmmm, that's it;
right there. That feels gooood."

"I'm glad, Sweetheart," Bill said so earnestly that his sincerity could not be
doubted. In his heart of hearts he knew that this is where he belonged - at
Jessica's feet doing her bidding. As he heard his wife making little sighs and
moans to indicate her pleasure, he became overwhelmed with her beauty and her
power. Without being instructed he got down on all fours and began to pepper
his wife's feet with little kisses and licks. He made sure to cover every inch
of her feet and toes, tops and bottoms, with his licks and kisses. He knew
that Jessica liked the feeling of his tongue and lips all over her feet. He
knew that she LOVED the demonstration of subservience that licking and kissing
her feet represented. He knew that she loved the feeling of power. Ironically,
Bill's love for his powerful wife was never stronger than when he was at her
feet being weak for her. As he licked and nibbled her sweet little toes, his
dick became raging hard.

"You're sooo good at that, My Little Pet," Jessica purred.

"I'm glad it pleases you, My Goddess."

Jessica reached down and picked up Bill and placed her husband in her lap. She
gave him a hard but loving squeeze. "You're so sweet and good to me," she
said. "You didn't really mind rubbing my stinky ol' feet did you?"

"Of course not, My Goddess, rubbing and kissing and licking your feet is an
honor. I'm proud that you've chosen me as the man who gets to have that
privilege."

"Only you, My Weak Little Man." Then she gave his ear a seductive bite and
whispered, "Is there any part of your body you'd like me to rub?"

"My ... My .... " As much as he wanted it, Bill was too overwhelmed to say it.
Even though Jessica had rubbed his cock many times before, he almost didn't
dare to hope that she would do it for him again. Bill knew that he wasn't
worthy of such a strong and beautiful goddess, and somehow he couldn't bring
himself to ask her for what he wanted.

Jessica whispered in his ear, "Would you like for me to rub your hard dick
with my soft but powerful hands?"

"Y-y-yes," Bill whispered back, afraid to say it too loud lest the spell be
broken.

"I'd love to," Jessica said still talking in a throaty whisper, "I'll even
kiss it and lick it like you did my feet; you only have to ask." Jessica knew
how intimidated Bill was by her both her physical and sexual power.

"Jessica, w-would you p-please ...." Bill began tentatively.

"What, My Love?" Jessica asked even though she already knew.

"Would you please rub my ...."

"Your, what, Sweetheart? I'll rub anything you want. Anything. All you have to
do is ask," Jessica said sweetly.

"My ... penis?" Bill finally managed to say.

"Your what?" Jessica taunted him.

"My dick," Bill whimpered, "P-please, rub my hard dick, Jessica."

Jessica unzipped Bill's fly and reached in. She began to gently massage his
rock-hard cock. Sitting in his strong wife's lap and feeling her powerful hand
rubbing his dick while she pressed her strong, sexy body against him was
almost too much for him to take. Bill had seen that very hand crush bricks
into powder. He knew that she could use her power to bring him intense pain.
Knowing that she chose instead to give him vast pleasure made him feel so . .
. loved? Cherished? Adored?

Bill didn't know the right word to express the way he felt. He only knew that
no matter how strong Jessica's feelings were for him, his were even stronger
for her. This was the only way he could imagine that he surpassed his wife.

"Does that feel good, My Darling?" Jessica asked.

"Yeesssssss," was all Bill managed to squeal before he shot his load into his
underwear. Then he hugged Jessica's neck tightly and began to sob from the
sheer magnitude of it all.

Still holding Bill in her strong arms, Jessica stood up. "Shhhh, Baby, I know.
It's a little overpowering isn't it? Shhhh, My Darling Lover, let's go to bed.
It will be alright. Mommy will make it all better." Jessica carried her
husband into the bedroom and laid him gently on the bed. She helped him get
undressed and got a warm, damp washcloth and gently washed his groin and
balls.

Bill lay in bed and watched as his breathtaking wife stood over him and got
undressed. He marveled for the thousandth time at how someone as beautiful and
feminine looking as Jessica could possess such incredible strength. Then he
marveled for the thousandth time how such an incredible angel could have
chosen him.

As Jessica slid her naked form into bed next to her husband she smiled at him
and said, "I hope that's not all you have for me tonight."

"I ...I'll try my best," Bill promised.

"I know you will, Darling," Jessica said.

Bill knew that the quickest way to become stimulated again other than watching
Jessica perform feats of super strength was for him to feel her pressed
against him while she talked about her super abilities. Bill hugged his wife
to his naked body and asked, "How did you get to be so strong, Jessica?"

"I've always been strong, Darling, you know that." Jessica knew what he was
doing. She knew that talking about her power turned her husband on, and she
wanted him turned on.

"I wonder what would have happened if you would have decided to play football
in high school," Bill speculated.

"Well . . . I suppose my high school football team would have won the state
championship. I'm sure that there were no boys in our state - or any other -
that could tackle me. I probably would have made a touchdown every time they
handed me the ball. And of course on defense, no mere line of boys would have
been able to hold me back so I probably would have tackled the other team's
quarterback every time.

"Why didn't you go out for the team?" Bill asked.

"Oh, Bill, you know I hate sports. They're so silly. Besides, I didn't think
it would be fair for me to go up against people who were so much weaker than
me."

"They might not all have been that much weaker," Bill reasoned.

"Of course they were; they were all male weren't they?"

"So, you're stronger than any man?" Bill asked his gorgeous wife.

"Baby, you know I am. Don't I routinely lift twice whatever the current world
record is in whatever weightlifting category you look up on the internet?"

"Y-yes," Bill answered, he could feel his dick starting to come back to life.

Jessica felt it too, so she continued. "I've got news for you, Darling,
doubling the current world records isn't even a challenge for me. I'm sure I
could at least triple them if I wanted."

"R-r-really," Bill quivered. "C-c-could you really do that?"

"Sweetie, you know that I never lie to you." It was true. She never did.

"W-what else can you d-d-do," Bill asked, his dick getting harder by the
second.

"Well, you know that I can crush bricks and rocks to powder . . . ."

"C-c-could you punch a hole in a brick wall?"

"I've never tried, but I'm sure I could."

Bill paused. There was one feet of strength that Bill had always dreamed of
watching a beautiful woman perform. This was his ultimate strong girl fantasy.
He was hesitant to ask, but he had to know. "Jessica, could you ... lift a
car?"

"A car?" Jessica asked somewhat taken aback. "Why would I ever need to lift a
car?"

Bill's throat was dry. She didn't say no. She only asked for a possible
reason. He was so excited that his question came out almost like a single
word.
"Well-suppose-we-had-a-flat-tire-and-the-jack-was-broken-and-the-only-way-we-c
ould-change-the-tire-was-for-you-to-lift-up-the-car 's-front-end?"

Jessica smiled at Bill's child-like enthusiasm. "Yes, I'm sure I could lift up
the front end of a car while you changed the tire."

Bill's eyes grew wide. "C-could you l-lift a car over your h-h-head?" he
asked.

"Honey, why would I ever do that? That would just be showing off."

"B-b-but could you?"

Jessica kissed her husband gently and said, "Enough talk; let's fuck now."

Bill knew that this meant that there would be no more discussion about it
tonight. Still, the question burned a hole into his psyche. Just the thought
of Jessica being strong enough to lift a car over her head was enough to turn
Bill's dick into an iron rod and him into a love machine. This was one night
when he was sure his lovemaking left his wife fully satisfied.

For days afterward, Bill couldn't get the idea of Jessica lifting a car out of
his mind. He tried to bring up the topic a few times, but every time he did,
Jessica just sort of laughed the subject off. Bill wasn't sure if this meant.
Was this particular feat beyond Jessica's already extremely impressive
capabilities or did she just find the whole thing too silly to worry about?

Bill knew that either way he should just leave it alone. Why stir things up?
He was already living closer to his ultimate sexual fantasy than most men can
ever hope. He knew that he was a lucky, lucky man. "Don't rock the boat," he
told himself over and over again.

Still . . . one night while Jessica was having a "girl's night" with her best
friend Liz, he found himself surfing the net. He typed in the words, "woman
lifting car." "It won't hurt just to check," he told himself.

What he got back were a few news stories of women under great stress who were
able to use "hysterical strength" to lift cars to rescue loved ones, several
unconvincing and clearly doctored photos and a series of YouTube videos with
unconvincing special effects. He was about to give up his search when he
stumbled onto a website called powerfulsimone.com. The website featured the
exploits of a black woman named Simone performing realistic looking feats of
super strength.

One image that caught Bill's eye immediately was a ten second preview clip of
Simone lifting an SUV over her head. He knew he shouldn't, but Bill just had
to see the entire clip. He paid the one month subscription fee and watched the
video in question. Not only did this woman Simone lift the SUV over her head,
but she continued to hold it over her head with just one hand while she blew
kisses at the camera with the other! If this wasn't amazing enough, she then
began to pump the SUV up and down, still with just one hand. The only clothing
she had on was an extremely revealing teddy.

Even though Simone was not as beautiful as Jessica in Bill's opinion, she was
still extremely attractive and she had huge tits. Despite his love for his
wife, watching this video of Simone made him almost instantly hard. Bill
suddenly felt ashamed for being so weak. He shut off his computer and resolved
never to watch this video again.

Even though Bill stuck to his resolution, he was to see the video one more
time when he walked into the kitchen about a week later and saw Jessica
sitting at the table watching it on his laptop. His blood ran cold. He stood
there too petrified to move and looked on as Jessica watched the offending
video for several seconds.

Jessica looked up at her husband with a cold stare. She calmly closed his
laptop lid and picked up the device in her two hands. Locking eyes with her
husband she made the most casual of gestures and snapped the laptop in two.

"Please, Jess, Baby, it's not what you think!" her husband pleaded.

Jessica stood up and started rolling up the sleeves of her shirt as she took a
step towards her husband. "It better not be what I think," she said her voice
dripping with danger.

"It's not I swear," Bill said without sounding very convincing even to
himself.

Jessica closed the distance between them and grabbed her terrified husband by
the collar. She easily lifted him off the floor and said, "Suppose you tell me
what it is, then, hmmm."

"Well, Honey, you see, I can explain."

Jessica gave her husband a hard shake. "So explain!"

"Well, you see . . . I . . . That is . . . Uh, I mean . . . It's only . . . ."
Finally overcome with fear, Bill cried out, "Please, Jessica, please don't
hurt me. Please, Baby, I love you," he whined.

Jessica dropped her husband to the floor. She seemed more disgusted than angry
at this point. "Get on your knees," she ordered. Bill immediately fell to his
knees. Jessica sat down at one of the kitchen chairs and said, "I'll give you
just one chance to explain, Bill. If your explanation isn't a good one . . .
." She picked up another of the wooden kitchen chairs and squeezed it hard. It
instantly crumbled into kindling. Bill dove into a corner to avoid the flying
debris.

"Get back over here," Jessica demanded. Bill started to get on his feet. "Who
told you you could get up? Crawl over here on your hands and knees." Bill
hesitated. Jessica looked at him and said, "I told you to crawl over here on
your hands and knees."

"If I do, will you promise not to hurt me?"

"Honey, you better do as you're told because if I have to go over there and
get you, I promise that it will hurt." The look in Jessica's eyes told Bill
that she meant every word. Then she added, "You're lucky I don't make you
crawl on your belly like the worm that you are!"

Bill crawled over to his wife, his head bowed in shame and fear. "Now, explain
yourself!" Jessica demanded.

Bill told her everything. He told her about how he couldn't get the idea of
her lifting a car out of his mind. He explained that he decided to check on
the internet just to see if there were any videos of any women lifting cars.
He confessed that when he found powerfulsimone.com he just had to see more.

"And what did you think of her?" Jessica asked.

"Well, it's fake . . . don't you think?" Bill asked evasively.

"No. I'm pretty sure that Simone is for real," Jessica said.

Bill let that sink in for a moment. "So...there are other women like you?"
Bill asked.

"A few," Jessica responded, "But that's not what I meant. What did you think
of HER?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean did it turn you on watching a woman with watermelon-sized tits who was
strong enough to lift a car with one hand like that?"

Bill considered his options for a few seconds. If he told the truth, his wife
would probably beat the shit out of him. If he lied, he was sure she would
know it, and she would probably beat the shit out of him anyway. Those being
his options, he decided that honestly was the best policy. "Yes," he said
quietly but then he hastened to add, "But I only watched it one time."

"Well, I suppose that's something," Jessica said softly.

Bill looked up at his wife. She looked very unhappy. At that moment he
actually wished she would beat the shit out of him. "Jess, I'm so sorry," he
said.

"I just don't get it, Bill," Jessica said, "What do you want from me? Aren't I
beautiful enough for you?"

"Of course you are, Honey," he said trying to console her.

"Aren't I strong enough for you?"

"Yes, Baby," he said as he lowered his face to her feet and began to kiss
them. "You're my goddess of strength and beauty. Please, Jessica, I worship
you."

"I just don't know what you want," Jessica said, "What if I did lift a car for
you? What would you want then, for me to lift a building? When is it ever
enough?"

Bill prostrated himself on the floor before his wife and begged her to forgive
him. "Please, Jess, I'm just a stupid, weak man. I know I don't deserve a
woman who is as beautiful and as strong as you. Please, just give me one more
chance." He said everything he could think of to assure her that he knew he
was lucky to have her. He promised that from now on he would be her slave and
that he would spend the rest of his life trying to make her happy and to be
worthy of her. All the while he kissed and licked every inch of her feet
several times over.

For the next week Bill slept on the floor at the foot of their bed because
Jessica wasn't quite ready to forgive him yet. Every day he showered her with
flowers and other tokens of his love and devotion. Every night he literally
kissed and licked her ass for hours until she fell asleep before taking his
place on the floor.

Finally on the eighth day, Jessica forgave him. She told him so right after he
cleared the dishes of the gourmet breakfast that he got up early to prepare
for her. She told him to come straight home from work so that she could show
him that he was truly forgiven.

"Thank you, Jess," Bill said with sincere gratitude.

"You're welcome, Honey, but I hope you understand that if this ever - and I
mean EVER - happens again, you're not going to spend a week on the floor at
the foot of the bed, you're going to spend at least a month in the hospital in
traction." The way Jessica said this made it clear to Bill that she was deadly
serious.

"Yes, Jessica," was his humble response.

When Bill got home from work that day, he was thrilled to be greeted at the
door by Jessica wearing the tiniest bikini he'd ever seen. Before he could
enter the house, she gently brushed him aside with one finger.

"I want to show you something first," she purred sexily. She walked
seductively over to his car, looked back at him over her shoulder and began to
lift it. When she had it completely over her head, she dropped on hand and
held it without the slightest sign of effort.

Bill stood mesmerized as he gazed upon the sight of his beautiful and sexy
wife demonstrating the power of at least twenty strong men. He nearly passed
out as the blood rushed from his brain into his fully aroused penis. He
thought of the dozens of ways he wanted to show her how turned on he was by
her.

And yet he also felt another thought creeping into his head against his will.
He knew that he needed to keep this thought locked away deep inside. He knew
that he must never speak this thought out loud if he wanted to stay healthy.
Despite himself, he couldn't help thinking, "I wonder if she COULD lift a
building."

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I'll write a follow-up to this story if I get enough responses.