Life With Mary
by Sonofjack, sonofjackwell@gmail.com
This story is a sequel to my earlier story, Along Comes Mary


It��s six AM, and Mary is still asleep. I��ll need to wake her up in a few
minutes if she wants to get in an early morning workout before her first
morning class. My first class isn��t until ten so I SHOULD still be in bed
counting ZZZZZ��s. However, Mary likes for me to get up first so that I can
bring her morning eight ounces of V-8 in bed.

What can I say? Mary tells me what to do, and I do it. That��s our
relationship. She��s the boss and I��m servant. We both like it that way.

As I take her V-8 into our bedroom I gaze down at her sleeping form. She is
naked and lying on her stomach. Her body is...it��s...let me put it this way,
if any artist ever captured a more perfect female form, I��ve never seen it.
Her arms are tucked underneath the pillow that her head is resting on. Even at
rest, the muscles in her arms look sleek and well-defined. She reminds me of a
panther in repose.

Her beautiful pixie-like face is turned towards me. Her full lips are slightly
parted. Mary sleeps the way she does everything else - with maximum intensity.
Sleep is supposed to be restful and serene. Right now Mary looks like the most
serene person on the planet - almost like an angel.

She recently had her light brown hair cut into a short, almost boyish style.
How is it that some women look all the more feminine when they cut their hair
short like a boy��s? That��s Mary.

My gaze follows the length of her long, swan-like and graceful neck. She has a
neck that would put Audrey Hepburn to shame. Her broad muscular shoulders are
slightly out of proportion to her small frame. The muscles on her upper back
are likewise. Amazing! She looks like her body contains 1% body fat.

I linger on the delicate curve of her lower back. This is a part of a woman��s
body that I confess I took no notice of until I became involved with Mary.
Now? I could spend hours memorizing that gentle arc and consider it time well
spent.

Then I get to her derriere. It is smooth, muscular, tight and round like a
perfect peach half minus the fuzz. If I could spend hours looking at the curve
of Mary��s lower back, I could spend DAYS gazing at her sweet, sweet ass. The
only problem would be that eventually I would have to begin kissing, licking
and nibbling on it.

Her tushie gives way to her powerful, bulging thighs which, like her shoulders
and arms, are slightly oversized compared to her diminutive frame. When those
quads were fully flexed they measured 24��. From about mid-thigh down she is
covered by a sheet and a blanket, but I know that underneath them are Mary��s
sexy, bulging, rock hard calves and her sexy exquisite little feet. Just
thinking about them makes me want to pull back the covers so that I can nibble
on her cute little toes.

��It��s amazing to think that such a beautiful and feminine creature contains
such power,�� I thought. Amazing or not, I knew it to be true. Packed in her
tight, muscular and oh-so-sexy 5��2�� form was the strength and power of an
NFL linebacker. Despite being eight inches taller and outweighing her by
thirty pounds (Mary weighs a lot more than she looks due to her dense muscle
mass.), Mary can pick me up and throw me around like an oversized stuffed
teddy bear.

Carefully placing her V-8 on the nightstand next to the bed, I sat down next
to her. I leaned over and gently began kissing her right ass cheek. ��Wake up,
Sweetheart,�� I whispered.

Though she was smiling, Mary said, ��Leave me alone, and let me sleep,�� in a
gruff voice.

��I��m sorry, Sweetie, but you told me to make sure you were awake by 6:20,
and you know I always do as I��m told,�� I said jokingly although I wasn��t
really joking. ��Remember, you said you wanted to get in a workout before your
first class.��

��Alright, alright,�� she said as she rolled over and sat up in bed. Her B-cup
breast, while perhaps a little on the smallish side, were firm and perky and
perfectly proportioned to her tight, sexy body. She leaned forward which was
my signal to fluff up her pillows and place them behind her so that she could
sit up comfortably in bed.

After seeing to her needs I fluffed up my own pillows and snuggled in next to
her. I handed her the glass of V-8. She quickly downed it and then looked at
me. ��Aren��t you having any?�� she asked.

��You know I don��t care for that stuff,�� I replied.

��Why not?�� she asked, ��It��s loaded with vitamins, and it��s good for
you.�� As proof, she flexed her left bicep. I watched in amazement as it
expanded to its full size. When Mary was a high school senior, her biceps each
measured 15 inches. Now that she was a college freshman, I��m sure that her
biceps had grown at least a half an inch. As often as I��d seen her flex them
like this, it still astounded and aroused me to see such power on such a
beautiful, feminine young woman.

I was all the more aroused knowing just how tight and dense that muscle was.
Sure, most male athletes had bigger muscles than Mary, but I knew that only
the most powerful were actually as strong as she was.

��Don��t you wish you had muscles like mine?�� Mary teased.

��I may not be as strong as you, but I��m in pretty good shape for a guy my
age,�� I protested. I undid the bathrobe I was wearing exposing my bare chest.
I flexed my right bicep which I��d have to say was pretty impressive for a 29
year old history teacher. Of course, it looked flabby and pathetic next to
Mary��s.

��Sure; you bet,�� she giggled. She didn��t even try to conceal her amusement.
��But if you drank more V-8, you might have a muscle as big and solid as mine.
You like my big, solid muscles don��t you?��

��Yes,�� I replied.

She placed the empty class on the nightstand on her side of the bed. She
reached under my robe and under the boxer shorts I was wearing and grabbed my
cock in her strong left hand. She knew that it would be hard. She knew exactly
what effect flexing her biceps had on my dick. ��I guess you DO like my big,
strong muscles,�� she said.

��Yes,�� I said. I was already beginning to sweat. This is why I was Mary��s
willing love-slave. This is why no woman has ever had such a literal and
figurative hold on me before. Even though we��d been together for over a year
by this point, I still found her touch, the sound of her voice, even her
natural scent positively intoxicating.

With my dick still in her hand, she leaned over to kiss my mouth. At first the
softness of her lips merely brushed against mine. Then she pressed hers
harder, and I could feel her tongue penetrating my mouth. As usual, her tongue
overwhelmed mine. The thought of her mixture of sexy, feminine vulnerability
combined with her strength which I knew was much greater than mine made me
dizzy with desire.

Her grip on my cock tightened slightly as her tongue drilled deeper into my
mouth. I could swear that I felt my dick grow bigger and harder until it felt
as if it would burst wide open. I could feel the sweet agony of my balls
throbbing.

��Oh God, Mary, I��m going to cum,�� I whimpered.

��Not yet,�� she commanded in a voice that demanded obedience.

��But-�� I began to protest.

��No ��buts��,�� she said, ��I said you can��t cum yet and I meant it.�� Even
as she demanded that I not cum she began to massage the sensitive head of my
cock gently with her thumb. She also began to kiss my neck in a way that was
very pleasing.

��I-I don��t know how long I can hold back,�� I whined.

In between kisses she said, ��You want to please your master, don��t you?��

��Y-y-yes,�� I whimpered.

��You don��t want me to lose my temper with you, do you?��

��N-No.��

��Because you know what I can do to you if I lose my temper right?�� she asked
in a mock sinister voice.

��Y-Y-Yes,�� I replied in a trembling voice. By this time her thumb which was
still gently rubbing the tip of my dick had found a drop of pre-cum and was
rolling it around my dickhead. The pleasure mixed with the pain of holding
back was as excruciating as it was euphoric.

��Because if you disobey me and cause me to lose my temper, I might have to
punish you. I might have to force you over my knee and spank your bare tushie
until it��s all red and stinging.��

Mary knew exactly what she was doing to me. She knew that talking about using
her superior strength to overpower me would only get me that much more hot and
bothered. By now tears were freely mixing with the sweat running down my
cheeks as I used every ounce of will power in my body to not shoot my load.

��Who��s the strongest, sexiest, most beautiful woman ever?�� she asked me.

Through clenched teeth I whispered, ��You are, Master.��

��Who��s the lucky, little, weak man who gets to fuck me morning, noon and
night?�� she asked.

��I...I AM!�� I shouted breathlessly.

��That��s right!�� she said triumphantly. I could feel my balls vibrating on
the verge of eruption. I knew that in three seconds it would all be over. As
much as I wanted this moment to last - as much as I wanted to obey my master -
I knew that my weak male body had reached its absolute limit. I could feel my
cum starting to rise up through my penile shaft.

Suddenly, in one smooth motion, Mary bent over and enveloped my cockhead with
her lips. She caught every drop of my man juice in her mouth and swallowed
hard. It felt like I released a pint of cum into her mouth, but she drank it
all down. From the ��yummy�� noises she made, it sounded as if she savored
every drop.

She sat back up and wiped her lips with her arm. ��Hmmmm, another excellent
source of protein,�� she said before kissing my mouth again. She seemed hungry
for my kisses. I could taste my own essence on her hot lips.

Utterly exhausted, I collapsed into her arms. I was breathing hard and felt as
weak as a kitten. I knew that this was okay, however, because as always, Mary
was more than strong enough for the both of us. She held my head to her bosom
and gently rocked me back and forth. ��you are so precious to me,�� she
whispered as if it was a secret she didn��t want me to dare reveal.

Then, just like that she jumped up, ��Yikes! Look at the time! I have to grab
a quick shower! Be a sweetheart and poach a couple of egg whites for me,
huh?�� I was still lying on the bed trying to catch my breath when I heard the
shower running.

I pulled myself out of bed and dragged myself into the kitchen. Being a world
class gymnast, Mary is on a high protein diet, and eggs are a good source of
protein. I quickly poached two eggs whites for her as she requested. I would
have much rather been in the shower with her sliding my soapy hands up and
down the curve of her lower back and around the twin hemispheres of her cute
ass. But she was in a hurry so I did as I was told.

I could hear her getting out of the shower and then banging around in the
bedroom getting dressed. She hurried out of the bedroom with a backpack full
of books. ��Don��t you need workout clothes?�� I asked.

��I��ve got some semi-fresh clothes in my locker at the gym,�� she explained,
and she quickly inhaled the two eggs I cooked for her.

��Don��t you want something to wash that down with?�� I asked.

��Yeah, grab a bottle of water out of the fridge, please,�� she said as she
got up and headed towards the door.

I tossed her the bottled water. ��Will you be home at the regular time this
evening?�� I asked her.

��I��m not sure; I might want to get in another quick workout after gymnastics
practice. I��ll call you if I��m going to be really late,�� she said as she
opened the door of our apartment.

��Slow down, Sweetie, what��s you big hurry?�� I asked.

��I don��t want to keep Duke waiting,�� she said as she closed the door and
was on her way.

��Yeah, we wouldn��t want to keep old Duke waiting would we?�� I muttered
under my breath.

This wasn��t exactly the life I��d envisioned for Mary and myself a year ago.
Mary and I began seeing each other clandestinely when she was a senior in high
school, and I was her advanced placement world history teacher.

Until Mary, I wasn��t the kind of teacher that went around having romantic
relationships with his students. In fact, until Mary I would have considered
something like that unthinkable. However, once I fell for her, I would have
risked anything to stay with her. I��ve never experienced such powerful
emotions in my life.

And our relationship wasn��t exactly what most people consider normal. For
example, most of my students call my Mr. S which is short for Mr.
Steinbrenner, but almost as soon as we started seeing each other Mary informed
me that as far as she and I were concerned, the ��S�� in Mr. S stood for
��slave�� because that��s what I was going to be to her.

I admit that I didn��t object. In fact, I found Mary��s confidence and
dominance of me exhilarating. I found it SO exhilarating that I didn��t even
mind it when she later announced that she was changing my first name, Doug,
into ��Dog�� and that I was to be her dog! Sometimes when she��s feeling
especially dominant she makes me get naked and puts a dog collar on me and
makes me crawl on my hands and knees before her.

As strange as it may seem, I like being treated like Mary��s dog. If I��m
being completely honest I also have to admit that I��m afraid of Mary. Even
though she��s much smaller than I am, we both know that she��s much, much
stronger. Her superior strength means that she is the boss.

The thing that is hard to explain is that my fear of Mary - in some way that I
don��t fully understand myself - is also the thing that makes my so in love
with her. I love that she is so powerful. I love that she doesn��t hesitate to
tell me what to do or to use her superior strength to make me comply. I love
that she is my master and that she knows it. In fact, she knew it before I
did.

I don��t THINK that Mary would ever use her vastly superior strength to hurt
me in any serious way, but I don��t know for sure. That uncertainty keeps me
obedient, and I don��t mind saying that it also keeps me aroused.

Mary knows this without me having to tell her. For example, when she is making
me crawl around naked on the floor with a dog collar on and sniffing her ass,
I��m sure that she knows that I��m turned on. She knows it by the rock-hard
erection that is impossible for me to hide.

So anyway, my plan was to go public with our relationship as soon as she
graduated high school. I planned to propose to her the night of graduation. I
took her out to the nicest restaurant in town. This was the first time we��d
ever been out in public together within a fifty mile radius of the small town
we lived in.

Mary looked radiant that evening in the sexy little black cocktail dress she
was wearing. Her hair was shoulder length at the time, and she was wearing it
loose and bouncy. As desert was being served, I got down on my knees before
her (not an uncommon position for us) and proposed marriage.

I��ll never forget the mixture of emotions that crossed her face in just a few
seconds. She looked delighted, in love, confused, and slightly horrified all
at once. Almost the entire restaurant was watching when she turned down my
proposal. I��m afraid I didn��t handle the news well. It was all I could do
keep from breaking down and sobbing right there at the table.

On the car ride back to my place that night, Mary explained to me that she was
very touched by my proposal but that she didn��t want to get married right out
of high school. ��What about college? What about the gymnastics scholarship
that I��ve been offered?�� I had to admit that they were pretty good
questions.

She assured me that she DID love me, but she made it clear in no uncertain
terms that she was NOT ready to get married. This upset me a great deal
because I remembered what college was like. All I could think about was that
she would be surrounded by a multitude of men her own age trying to get her
into bed.

��What makes you think that?�� she asked me innocently. ��It��s not like the
boys in high school were lining up to go out with me?�� How could I explain to
her how different it would be in college? In high school it was all about
which social click you fell into by tenth grade. Mary was a late bloomer. She
didn��t become a knockout until her senior year. Once she got to college, the
men on campus would see that. I admit it, I was afraid to death that I would
lose her if I didn��t seal the deal before she left.

On the other hand, I didn��t want to come off as too desperate. After all,
Mary already had 93.7% of the power in this relationship. I didn��t want to
give up what little I had by coming off as jealous and pathetic. I tried my
best to take her rejection like a man. It didn��t hurt that she fucked my so
many times that night that in the morning I thought I might have to be treated
for dehydration!

That��s when I came up with ��Plan B��. If Mary wouldn��t agree to marry me, I
would follow her to college, and we could live together. I��d always sort of
vaguely planned to go back to school so that I could get my PhD. in American
History anyway. So I��d just do it now and become a full-time student rather
than doing it over several summers like I��d planned to.

I had a small nest egg saved up, and being an experienced teacher, I was
pretty sure I could get a job as a graduate teaching assistant at the
university. Because she was a world class gymnast, Mary had a full scholarship
which included room, board, tuition and books. Plus, all of her athletic gear
was provided by the university or by sporting goods manufacturers who were
eager to have Mary Duncan seen wearing their product.

When I sprang THIS idea on Mary, she seemed genuinely thrilled that she could
still go to college, and we could still be together. The only problem now is
that the lives of a graduate American History student/TA and a freshman sports
medicine major who likes to work out at least once a day in addition to daily
gymnastics practice just don��t fit together that well most of the time. Most
days our schedules don��t coincide.

In addition, she��s met my friends and colleagues, and I��ve met hers.
Surprise! We don��t mesh very well. Her friends wonder what she��s doing with
an old fart like me, and my friends...well, who am I kidding? My friends
probably think I��m the luckiest guy on the planet to have a hot, young and
fit girlfriend like Mary. And, of course, they have no idea how fit Mary
really is. They still don��t have much in common with her though.

And I was definitely right about the guys on campus recognizing Mary as the
knockout that she is. On those rare occasions when our schedules coincide
enough for us to walk on campus together, I see the way they turn and stare at
her ass as she walks by. I see the lust in their eyes.

And then there is Duke.

Duke is a football player that Mary met shortly after the school year started.
They met in the free weight room reserved for college athletes. Mary is one of
the few female athletes to prefer free weights to the weight machines because
she��s one of the few female athletes that can pump as much iron as the guys.

So, Mary and Duke became friendly and were soon working out together. Now that
football season is over, he and Mary meet almost every morning to pump iron
together. Sometimes they work out a second time in the afternoon as well.

I know that it shouldn��t bother me. Mary has never really given me any reason
to be jealous. It��s just that Duke is.... He��s just so fucking big and
strong and handsome. Physically, he��s EXACTLY the kind of guy you��d expect
to see a girl like Mary with.

Duke is 6��1�� and covered with huge, bulging muscles from head to toe. He
looks like he weighs around 250. To tell the truth, he looks a lot like that
professional wrestler John Cena complete with that
��yes-I-know-I��m-a-superior-male-so-what-are-you-going-to-do-about-it?��
smugness.

After hearing Mary talk about him for weeks I dropped by the gym one time when
I knew they would be working out so that I could meet him. When Mary
introduced us and we shook hands, he squeezed mine just a little harder than
was appropriate. I��m sure he did it on purpose just to prove to me that he
could get away with it.

As much as I did not want to give him the satisfaction, I have to admit that I
winced in pain. It wasn��t a big recoil, but it was enough for Mary to notice.
She said, ��Careful, Duke, Doug��s not used to shaking hands with guys with
your kind of power.��

��Sorry,�� he said as he shot me a look that said he wasn��t sorry in the
least. I hung around a little bit to watch as the two of them worked out. As
I��ve said, I��ve seen men staring at Mary lustfully before, but that was
nothing compared to the way Duke stared at her while they worked out. He
looked at her like she was naked.

Of course, with what she was wearing, tight shorts and a tight, clingy top
that was basically a sports bra, Mary practically WAS naked. It didn��t help
that she was dripping with sweat and barefoot. Hell, I couldn��t keep my eyes
off her myself, and I��m used to seeing her naked for real.

It really turned me on that Mary was able to match the much bigger Duke pound
for pound in their lifting. If Duke did ten bench press reps with one hundred
and fifty pounds, so did Mary. Whatever he curled, she curled the same.

Then a thought occurred to me, if I was turned on by this, Duke might be as
well. I turned my attention back to him, and it seemed to me by the way he was
practically drooling over her powerful, tight, sexy body that he WAS turned on
by her combination of femininity and strength just like I was.

I also noticed that he was caressing her muscular arms and legs at every
opportunity. He had the confidence and arrogance to do it right in front of
me. Every time he touched MY girlfriend - EVERY TIME - his hand would linger
just a little longer than it should have.

A couple of times as he felt up my girlfriend��s broad shoulder or pumped up
thigh, he would even shoot me a glance as if to say, ��Hey, Wimp, I��m
touching your girlfriend; what are you going to do about it?��

The thing that bothered me the most was that Mary didn��t seem to mind Duke��s
extra attention at all.

Let��s face it; Duke was my worst nightmare. I mean, against a normal guy, I
could hold my own. Since I started seeing Mary, I��ve been exercising more and
watching my diet more carefully. At twenty-nine I was in better shape than I
was at nineteen. Even so, I wasn��t in nearly the kind of shape Duke was in.
Combined with my insecurity that Mary was out of my league already.... Let��s
just say I didn��t need someone like Duke around to be compared to.

Later that night when I confronted Mary about all this, she rejected my
suspicions out of hand. ��Duke��s not interested in me,�� she scorned, ��Why
should he be? A guy like Duke can get any woman he wants.��

��THAT��S certainly reassuring,�� I shot back.

Mary smiled and walked over and put her arms around me and said sweetly,
��What I MEANT to say was that he could have anyone he wanted who wasn��t
already madly in love with someone else.��

I felt somewhat reassured by this. ��Still...,�� I said feebly.

��Still what?�� she said, ��Do you want to talk about this more, or do you
want to fuck?�� What can I say? Her superior argument won me over.

Don��t get me wrong: I��m still suspicious of Duke. In fact, I fucking KNOW
that Duke would love to steal Mary away from me. However, in the end, I trust
Mary. What choice do I have really? It��s not like I have any power to stop
Mary from doing exactly what she wants to do. It bothers me that she continues
working out with him. A few times I��ve brought it up, but Mary shuts me down
pretty quickly.

��We��re not going to talk about that,�� she��ll say.

��But I want to talk about it,�� I��ll respond.

��And who��s the boss around here?�� she ask.

��You are,�� I��ll concede.

��So we��re not going to talk about that,�� she��ll repeat.

One time I asked her, ��What if I was spending a lot of time with an
attractive woman that you thought was warm for MY form?��

��That would never happen,�� she replied.

��Why not?�� I asked.

��Because I would tell you to stop seeing her and that would be that,�� she
said.

��You sound pretty sure of yourself,�� I said.

��When it comes to you obeying me, I��m completely sure of myself, Mr. S,��
she said with her eyes slightly narrowed and a half smile. Damn! She had me
right where she wanted me, and she knew it! ��I��m right aren��t I? You do and
will continue to obey me for as long as I care to give you orders, right?��

��Right,�� I said quietly.

��In fact, my little Mr. S, if I ever stopped giving you orders what would you
do?��

I didn��t even have to think about it. ��I��d grovel at your feet and beg you
to continue being my master,�� I said.

��That��s what I thought,�� she said.

��Can I just say one more thing about it?�� I asked.

��Yes, one more thing, but only because you asked for permission like a good
Mr. S,�� she replied.

��You mark my words, sooner or later Duke is going to make a move on you.��
After that, we didn��t really discuss Duke other than my occasional, snide
under-the-breath comments.

As I was heading home at the end of the day, Mary called me to say that she��d
be a little late for dinner that night. ��Duke and I are going to squeeze in a
quick workout this afternoon,�� I was informed.

Here��s the thing you have to understand about history majors: we have vivid
imaginations. Seriously, we��re as bad as literature majors only without the
poetic leanings. I began an internal dialog on the topic of Mary, Duke and
myself.

��I suppose if she��s calling to tell you in advance you don��t have anything
to worry about. It��s when she starts coming home late without any explanation
that you have to start worrying.��

��That��s not really true though, because if she wanted to have sex with Duke,
she wouldn��t bother to hide it. Why should she? It��s not like I could do
anything to stop her.��

��Oh yeah? Well, I couldn��t PHYSICALLY stop her, but I could sure as hell
dump her ass. After all, I��m still and man, and that means I still have SOME
pride.��

��Bullshit! Who are you trying to kid? As far as Mary is concerned, you gave
up pride and manhood long ago, and you were happy to do so. Face it, asshole,
she owns you, body, heart, soul and cock.��

��Seriously, what would I do if she came home one day an announced that she
wanted to continue living with me, but she also wanted to fuck Duke on the
side? What would I DO? Would I take it like a wimp? Would I be satisfied with
whatever crumbs she was willing to throw my way?��

��Why are we even having this discussion? Mary isn��t the kind of woman to do
something like that. Mary is loyal. Mary is sweet and kind. Mary is...really
young. As much as I look up to her and let her rule my world, I forget that
Mary is still a nineteen year old woman. Woman? Let��s be realistic; she��s a
girl - a girl without much experience. I forget that I��m only her second
boyfriend ever. And one thing I know about young girls is that they tend to be
fickle!��

��On the other hand, why shouldn��t she be? This is her time to try new things
and to experience life. As far as THAT goes, am I even being fair expecting
her to be faithful to someone like me who��s ten years older than her?��

��Although it��s not like I��m exactly ready to start collecting social
security either. I��m still a pretty good looking guy and I��m still
relatively young. A lot of women would be very happy to settle down with a guy
like me.��

��Of course, a lot more women would be happy to fuck a guy like Duke. And why
WOULDN��T she want to fuck him? He��s SO good looking and manly! If I was a
woman, I��d want to fuck him.��

��Wait! No! If I was a woman, I��d be a lesbian.... I wonder what it��s like
to be a lesbian, anyway. It must be nice to be able to rub titties with
another woman.... No, asshole! Stay focused!��

��What would be the actual worst case scenario? Would it be worse to have Mary
sneak around and fuck Duke behind my back or would it be worse to have her
flaunt her upper hand and do it right in front of me? And if she DID do it
right in front of me, would I stick around and watch her do it, or would I
leave? For that matter, would she even allow me to leave?��

I went around and around like this for some time. By the time Mary got home
(which was only forty-four minutes later than usual by the way) I had worked
myself up into quite a lather. Mary was worked up about something too because
as soon as she walked in the door she threw me over her shoulder and started
carrying me towards the bedroom.

��But dinner��s almost ready,�� I said.

��It��ll keep,�� she said. Once she got by the bed, she pressed me over her
head with a grunt and then did a couple of quick reps with me for good measure
before tossing me bodily onto the bed. ��Do you have any particular fondness
for that shirt and those pants?�� she asked.

��Why?�� I asked.

��Because if you��re not naked in about ten seconds, I��m going to tear them
off of you!�� Nine seconds later I was completely naked except for my left
sock which I couldn��t quite remove before Mary pounced naked on top of me.

When she got on top of me she pinned my arms over my head. I didn��t even try
to resist because I knew from experience that resistance was futile. ��I have
you trapped, my weak little slave. Now you��re all mine.�� As she said this
she lowered her wet pussy onto my hard dick. Once she was on top of me I
realized that she had come directly from the gym without taking a shower. She
was still sweaty from her workout.

She had her first orgasm almost immediately. Without even slowing down she
kept riding me and had her second orgasm less than a minute after the first.
This is how it went for the next ten minutes. Every minute or so she would
have another huge, earth-shaking orgasm. I could tell that she wanted to get
as many in as she could before I had one and went soft. When the inevitable
did happen, she dismounted me almost as if I was a gymnastics apparatus and
snuggled beside me under the crook of my arm. She let out a satisfied, long
sigh.

��Wow! That was amazing,�� I said. ��To what do I owe your... enthusiasm?��

��Well... as you can probably tell, I just got through working out with
Duke,�� she started to say.

Given my state of mind, ��Duke�� was the last word I wanted to hear at that
moment. ��Oh, and I suppose that seeing Duke all pumped up and sweaty got you
all excited and in the mood!��

��Maybe...a little,�� she responded matter-of-factly.

That��s all I needed to hear. It didn��t occur to me that there might be more
to it. ��Well, hey! Don��t sugarcoat it or try to spare my feelings,�� I said,
trying to sound as hurt as humanly possible.

��I��m sorry, Sweetie, but you know my policy: don��t ask me a question unless
you want my honest answer.��

��Well, that just sucks!�� I said as I turned my back to her.

��Do NOT turn your back to me,�� Mary scolded in a voice that told me that she
meant business. Timidly, I turned back towards her. ��Why don��t you finish
getting dinner ready while I grab a quick shower,�� she suggested. I nodded my
consent.

We ate mostly in silence. Afterwards I did the dishes. Finally when everything
was put away and we were sitting in the living room on the couch together she
turned to me and said, ��Okay, what is it?��

��What is what?�� I asked as if I hadn��t been moping around for the last hour
just waiting for her to ask.

��What��s bothering you?�� she asked.

Figuring that this was my chance to get it out in the open I asked her flat
out, ��Are you having sex with Duke?��

��No,�� she replied. I was a little disturbed that she wasn��t more offended
by the question.

��Have you thought about it?�� I asked.

��Doug, I��m nineteen; of course I��ve thought about it.��

I pressed on. ��Would you enjoy having sex with Duke?��

��Well, let��s see...he��s tall and really good looking...he��s got a great
body loaded with big, sexy muscles...he and I work out all the time together
where I get to see him all sweaty and without his shirt on.... Oh! And have I
mentioned that he wears these really tight shorts when he works out that shows
off his package. From what I can tell, he��s got a really big cock. So, to
answer your question honestly, yes I think I would enjoy sex with Duke very
much. I��m guessing that fucking Duke would be absolutely fantastic.��

Hearing Mary say this made my entire body hurt. It wasn��t pain like the pain
of being beaten up or breaking a leg. It was as if my feelings were so badly
hurt that I could feel it all over my body. It��s hard to describe, but the
sensation was real. ��If you think it would be so great why don��t you just go
ahead and fuck him?�� I asked.

Before she could answer I said, ��Go ahead! Fuck his brains out. That
shouldn��t take more than five seconds!�� Then, in an attempt to hurt her back
I said, ��Go ahead. You fuck Duke, and I��ll fuck Natalia.��

Natalia was a fellow graduate teaching assistant in the history department at
the university. We shared the same tiny office space.

One thing I wasn��t prepared for when I became a student again was that as a
relatively handsome, in-shape twenty-nine year old graduate student working on
his PhD, I��d be considered hot stuff among the female graduate students.
However, I was pleasantly surprised to discover that such was the case.

This was a new experience for me. In the past, I��d always been considered the
��nice guy�� - the kind of guy that women like to keep in the friend zone.
Being considered the history department stud was uncharted territory, and I
have to admit that I didn��t hate it.

However, it needs to be said that while I enjoyed the attention and
occasionally reciprocated with a little harmless flirting, I always kept two
things in mind. The first was that I was madly in love with Mary, and I
wasn��t about to do anything that would jeopardize our relationship. The other
was that I was certain beyond a doubt that Mary could and most likely would
beat the shit out of me if I ever cheated on her. Because of this, I never
seriously even looked at the other women in the history department.

Except for Natalia, that is.

Natalia was hard NOT to look at. For one thing, as I said, we shared the same
tiny office space. For another thing, she was an absolute hottie! She was
twenty-six with shoulder length auburn hair, a pretty face and a gorgeous
figure. Of course she wasn��t in anywhere near the kind of shape that Mary
was. Natalia��s curses were more soft and ample than Mary��s. In my opinion,
Natalia��s looks didn��t hold a candle to Mary��s. However, if I wasn��t with
Mary, Natalia would certainly capture my attention.

It didn��t hurt that Natalia flirted with me shamelessly when we first met. In
fact, she only stopped flirting with me after meeting Mary face to face. My
theory was that after she saw Mary and me together for the first time she saw
how devoted I was to her and gave me up as a lost cause. Since that time
Natalia has been friendly but mostly all business with me.

What shocked me was that after meeting Natalia, Mary seemed slightly jealous.
I think that Natalia brought up certain insecurities in Mary. The most obvious
of these insecurities was that Natalia is quite well-endowed in the breast
department, and Mary feels slightly self-conscious about her smaller breasts.

Of course, this is absurd on Mary��s part. I��ve told her many times that her
body is a perfect work of art. I��m sure that all those guys who watch her
walking around campus - not to mention good old Duke - feel the same way.
Mary��s firm and perky breasts are perfectly suited to her tight, fit and firm
body.

I think that perhaps another insecurity that Natalia brought out in Mary is
that Natalia is very much a girly-girl. She��s the kind who looks like she can
roll out of bed with her make-up perfectly applied and her hair perfectly
coiffed. Mary, on the other hand, almost never bothers with make-up and hates
fussing with her hair. Ironically, she looks that much more beautiful because
of it.

The reason I know that Mary was slightly insecure about Natalia was that after
meeting her, she asked me several questions about Natalia later that night.
Prior to this I��d mentioned Natalia several times, and Mary didn��t show the
least interest in her. Suddenly she wanted to know how I liked sharing an
office with Natalia, was Natalia seeing anyone, how old was Natalia, etc.,
etc.

I also noticed that later that night when we were making love, she made an
extra special point of reminding me that she could easily beat the crap out of
me if I ever did anything to displease her. I really got the message when she
brought up Jeff Bannister.

Jeff Banister was Mary��s only other boyfriend prior to me. When she was
dating him and I was still just her teacher, I once witnessed Mary standing on
a bench and lifting Jeff by the collar and threatening him because she found
out that he��d cheated on her. She scared the poor kid so bad that she made
him piss his pants! She let me know that pissing my pants would be the least
of my worries if she ever caught me being unfaithful.

So, anyway, I brought up the idea that if Mary had sex with Duke that I would
have sex with Natalia, knowing full well that this would push Mary��s buttons.
For an intelligent guy I can be a real dumbass sometimes.

Mary immediately jumped up off the couch and stood over me. Her eyes were
narrowed to no more than slits. Her mouth was small and tight. ��What did you
just say to me?�� she asked.

��I...I...um...nothing,�� I replied.

��No, I��m pretty sure you said something. Did you just threaten to fuck
Natalia if I decide to fuck Duke?�� she asked. I didn��t answer. Instead I
looked down at the ground submissively. She reached down and pulled me up by
my collar. She shook me violently. ��Is that what you said?�� she asked, ��Is
it? Answer me!��

��I-I d-didn��t mean it,�� I stammered.

She pulled my face to within an inch of hers. ��You better not have meant
it,�� she said. ��In fact, if you even joke about it ever again, so help
me....�� She lifted me so that my feet were dangling and held me there for
several seconds before throwing me back on to the couch.

��We need to get a few things straight,�� she started. ��Which one of us is
the boss around here?��

��You are,�� I replied.

��WHO IS?��

��You are,�� I repeated.

��That��s right!�� she said. She flexed her right arm. Here bicep expanded to
its full fifteen-and-a-half inches. ��This makes me the boss. This gives me
the power.�� Pointing to her hard, sexy, feminine muscle with her left index
finger, ��This means that I give the orders and you obey.��

��Yes, Master,�� I replied. I��d never been so terrified of Mary before. I��d
also never been so turned on by her before. I don��t think that my cock had
ever been so hard or erect. I felt like any minute it was going to split my
khakis right up the middle.

��That��s right! Call me ��Master��,�� she demanded.

��Yes, Master,�� I repeated.

��So what do you have to say for yourself now, Slave? If I told you I was
going to go out and fuck Duke tomorrow do you still say that you��d fuck
Natalia to get even?��

��No, Master,�� I replied. I was shaking with fear.

��You bet your ass you won��t because you don��t get even with me. You don��t
get even because you and I are not equals. I��m the master, and you��re the
slave. Isn��t that right?��

��Yes, Master.��

��Then say it!�� she demanded.

I obeyed. ��You��re the master, and I��m the slave.��

��And just so we��re clear, that means I can fuck anyone I want to, and you
still have to be faithful to only me.�� I wanted to tell her that it wasn��t
fair, but I kept my mouth shut. I knew at that point that what was fair
wasn��t as important as how things were going to be. I also understood that
how things were going to be was completely up to her. I knew that if she did
decided to have sex with Duke - or anyone else - that there wasn��t a damn
thing I could do to stop her.

I also knew that she was right; I would remain faithful to her anyway. I knew
that I would remain faithful because I feared what she would do to me if I
didn��t. Even more than hurting me physically, I was afraid she would hurt me
emotionally if I cheated on her. I was afraid that she would dump me.

So now I knew the truth. I knew that for now at least, no matter what she did,
I would take it and still be her groveling slave. Even though it would kill me
inside to see her with another man, it would kill me even more to be without
her. My love for her was so all-consuming that I was willing to put up with
any indignity to be with her.

I fell off the couch and at her feet and began kissing them. I was sobbing.
��Please, Mary, my beautiful, powerful master, please, don��t hurt me. I��m so
sorry I even dared to hint that I would ever so much as look at another woman
the way I look at you. I could never love any other woman even one millionth
as much as I love you. You��re so beautiful and powerful and sexy, Master. I
love you. I need you. I worship you. I��m happy just to grovel and kiss your
feet if that��s what you want me to do. I��ll do whatever you command. I��m
your slave, now and forever.��

��And I can fuck anyone I want to, right?�� she asked.

Though it almost killed I replied, ��Yes, Master.��

Mary bent over and picked me up in her strong arms. She lifted me up with such
ease. It shouldn��t surprise me when she does that since she does it all the
time, but still.... She sat down on the couch with me on her lap. To anyone
watching it would have looked funny to see a 5��10��, 170 pound man sitting in
the lap of a muscular 5��2�� woman.

She reached up and gently brushed the front of my hair with her hand. ��Shhhh,
don��t cry,�� she whispered, ��Don��t cry, Baby, and don��t worry. Just
because I can fuck anyone I want to doesn��t mean I��m going to.�� I tried to
compose myself.

She took a couple of deep breaths. ��Doug, do you have any idea what I would
do to you if you ever cheated on me with the big-titted cow?�� she asked.

��I think I have a pretty good idea,�� I replied.

��I��m not sure that you do,�� she said. ��Remember how I almost lost it when
Jeff Bannister cheated on me? Remember how I made him piss his pants?��

��Y-y-yes,�� I replied.

��Well, I didn��t even really care about Jeff that much. I love you, Doug. Do
you know how crazy it would make me if you fucked Natalia?�� I wasn��t sure
how to respond. ��I��d drag you to the history department offices and I��d
make you piss your pants right in front of her. I wouldn��t care who else was
around to see either. I��d make it clear to everyone within earshot that you
were my property.��

��I-I understand,�� I said. The picture she painted made me hard.

��Then I��d put you in the hospital,�� she said.

��Oh.��

��What I don��t get is why you would even bring up sex with Natalia,�� she
said.

��Because it hurt my feelings when you said you wanted to have sex with
Duke,�� I replied.

��You should have listened more carefully. I didn��t say I wanted to fuck
Duke. You asked me if I would like it, and I replied that I thought I��d like
it very much.��

��But...if you��d like it, why wouldn��t you....�� Then I got it; I felt like
such an idiot.

Mary nodded her head at me in an exaggerated way, ��Yes, that��s right,
dumbass, even though I think sex with Duke would be fan-fucking-tastic, I
don��t want to have sex with him because I��m in love with someone else.

��Who is it?�� I asked playfully, ��Is he stronger than me?��

��Who isn��t stronger than you?�� she teased.

I flexed my muscle. ��Hey, I��m in the best shape of my life,�� I said.

��Well, that��s just sad,�� she said, ��Because I happen to know for a fact
that your little girlfriend could beat the crap out of you without even
trying.��

��Mary,�� I asked timidly, ��You believe me when I say that I don��t want to
sleep with Natalia don��t you?��

��Yes, Sweetie, you were very convincing while you were sobbing and kissing my
feet. It��s lucky for you that you were pretty damn sexy too.��

��Sexy? Really?�� I asked.

��What can I say, my darling, I absolutely LOVE IT when you grovel and kiss my
feet and tell me how beautiful and powerful I am. I love having you as my
little wimp.��

��And you ARE beautiful and powerful,�� I said.

��Don��t you think I know that,�� she said conceitedly, ��That��s why I was so
erotically charged when I first got home tonight?��

��What do you mean? I assumed it was because you��d just gotten through
working out with Duke,�� I responded.

��That��s only part of it,�� she explained. ��Yes, I��d been working out with
Duke. Tonight he bench pressed 300 pounds which was a new personal record for
him. Right after he lifted that much, I got on the bench and matched him. I
was excited because I��ve never benched 300 pounds before.��

My eyes grew wide. ��You bench pressed 300 pounds?��

��Yep!�� she replied proudly. ��To tell the truth, it wasn��t even that hard.
Duke looked like he had a harder time lifting it than I did.��

��T-that��s over twice your own body weight,�� I pointed out.

��I know, right! I was so excited that I didn��t even stop to take a shower. I
wanted to come right home and share the news with you. Then, when I saw you, I
got so excited that I just had to fuck you first. After that you started
asking me that stuff about Duke, and spoiled the mood.��

I kissed her. ��Do you think you can forgive me for being such a butthead?�� I
asked.

��I think so,�� she said, ��If you grovel and beg a little more.��

Even though I had some student papers to grade, I spent the rest of the night
groveling and begging like a dog.

The next day I made a deal with one of the other TA��s in the history
department to trade office space with him. He shared an office with another
guy, and he was overjoyed to trade with me so that he could share an office
with Natalia.

I stayed late in my new office that night grading the papers I��d neglected
the night before. As a result I got home later than my usual time. Of course,
I left a message with Mary telling her I��d be late. When you have a
girlfriend that can bench press three hundred pounds and ��it wasn��t even
that hard�� you learn to observe the little courtesies that some men overlook.

When I walked in the door Mary said, ��Well your prediction finally came
true,�� she said.

��What prediction?��

��Duke made a move on me today.�� With these seven words Mary had complete,
rapt and undivided attention. What follows is her first hand account of what
happened.

Duke and I met at the gym as usual for our morning workout. He was very
complimentary about how I looked. Of course, that��s understandable because I
was looking especially hot this morning. I had on my little red shorts - the
ones that really show off my tight, round bootie. On top I was wearing my
purple sports bra - the one with the Nike swoosh in the middle.

Anyway, he kept going on about how hot I looked. I smiled at him, but tried
not to encourage him too much. Then I noticed that we were the only two people
in the entire weight room. Usually, even that early in the morning there��s at
least one of two others working out. I mentioned it to Duke and said, ��I
wonder where everyone else is.��

Then he looks at me and says, ��There were a couple of other guys when I got
here, but I asked them to leave. I told them that I wanted to be alone with
you this morning.��

��How come?�� I asked him.

He looks at me all serious like and starts walking towards me. He tries to
grab me, but I ducked under him. ��What��s going on,�� I asked him.

��Oh come on, you know I want you, and I know you want me too. When are we
going to stop playing around and finally hook up?�� he asked.

So I tell him, ��Duke, the only thing I want you for is to be my work-out
partner. In case you don��t remember, I have a boyfriend already.��

��Get serious!�� he says, ��You couldn��t want that wimp as much as you want
me. Quit being a tease and let��s do it already.��

So I explained to him that I wasn��t trying to be a tease and that I really
loved you. I told him that I liked him as a friend and that I thought he was
very hot, but that I didn��t want to have sex with him. He didn��t take the
news very well.

��Bullshit, I��m not going to let a fine piece of ass like you waste herself
on a wimp like him. Goddamn! When I saw you bench press three hundred pound
yesterday, I knew that I had to have you. I was going to make a move then, but
you rushed out of here so quick last night that I didn��t get the chance.��

So I tell him again, that I liked him as a friend, but that there was no way I
was going to fuck him.

He took a step towards me. ��We��ll just see about that,�� he said.

��What do you mean?�� I asked him.

��I mean that I��m going to fuck you one way of the other,�� he said.

So I tell him, ��I wouldn��t try it if I were you, Duke.��

��Why not?�� he asks.

��Because if you do, you might force me to kick your ass,�� I told him.

He laughed at this. He said, ��I know you��re strong for a girl, but if you
think you��re really as strong as I am well that��s just crazy.��

So I challenged him. The barbell that we both lifted the day before loaded
with 300 pounds was still resting on the bench press apparatus. I loaded
another fifty pound and said, ��Lift that if you can.��

He got down on the bench and lifted the weight up and lowered it to his chest,
but when it got there, he couldn��t lift it. He was trapped by the weight and
started to panic a little until I helped him lift it off.

Then I got on the bench and lifted the weight and lowered it to my chest and
smoothly lifted it back up. In fact, I did three more smooth reps with it just
for the hell of it.

(Side note: The whole time Mary was telling her story, I was full of
questions, but I didn��t interrupt because I was so utterly enthralled.)

When I got back up, Duke had a funny look on his face. It was a look I was
familiar with. It was like the look of awe and lust that you give me whenever
I show off my strength for you. Duke looked almost like he was in a trance.
��I-I can��t believe it; a sexy babe like you really is stronger than me.��
Then he just stood there for several more seconds like he wasn��t sure what to
do next.

Finally when he spoke he said, ��Please, Mary, please be my girlfriend.
I-I��ve never met a girl like you before. You��re so strong and sexy, please,
please, let me fuck you. Please, I��ve never begged a girl before. I��ve never
had to.��

I told him I was sorry, but that I loved you. Then he got really desperate. He
got down on his knees and began to beg me. Of course, I��m used to YOUR
groveling and begging. I guess I should have expected it from Duke, but it
still kind of freaked me out.

When I still told him no, he got back on his feet. ��You won��t fuck me
because of your boyfriend? Fine. I��ll find him and fuck him up. Then you��ll
fuck me.��

Of course, this made me mad. I said, ��Duke, if you ever lay a finger on my
boyfriend, so help me . . . .�� I was so mad at him that I couldn��t even
figure out how bad I��d hurt him.

��Ha!�� he said, ��You may be able to lift more than me, but I��m still bigger
than you.��

��Do you really thing that makes a difference?�� I asked. I grabbed his arm
and bent it back.

��Let go!�� he shouted. ��You��re breaking my arm!�� He grabbed my arm with
his other arm and tried to make me let go of him. Of course, his weak-ass arm
wasn��t nearly strong enough to make me let him go. I continued bending his
arm back until I drove him to his knees.

Remembering the way I intimidated Jeff Bannister back in high school, I
dragged Duke over to the weight bench and jumped up on top of it. Then I
grabbed him by his collar and lifted him into the air. ��Let me make this very
clear to you, Duke, if you or any of your friends ever do anything to make my
boyfriend even slightly uncomfortable, I��m going to come looking for you.
I��m going to use my superior strength to beat you so badly that you��ll wish
you were never born. I��m going to snap both of your legs and end your
football career forever. Are we clear about that?��

By this time he started to cry. ��Y-y-yes,�� he replied. His voice quivered
like a little bitch. Just then a couple of other guys walked into the weight
room and saw me lifting Duke off the ground.

I pulled him close to my face. I put on my most intimidating grimace - the one
I use on you whenever I really want to intimidate you. I said, ��You better
believe that EVERY word I say is true, Duke. I��m stronger than you - much,
much stronger - and if you piss me off like this ever again, I will use every
ounce of power in my strong, tight body to make you hurt for a very long
time.��

He must have believed me because he did just what Jeff Bannister did right in
front of the other guys that were watching. I dropped him in the puddle of his
own urine and said, ��Now go take a shower, and think about what I said. And I
expect you to be here at the regular time tomorrow morning to spot for me in
case I decide to bench press 375. And I��ll be dressing extra sexy tomorrow,
Duke, just so you can look at me and jack-off later. It��s the least I can do
since you will NEVER get the chance to fuck me.��

When she finished her story, I just sat there for several seconds dumbfounded.
The thought of her bench pressing 350 pounds, the thought of her intimidating
and humiliating a huge guy like Duke, the thought of her torturing him by
making him spot for her while she flaunted her hot, muscular body in his face
with him knowing that he��d never get the chance to be with her.... And
knowing that she could have fucked him, but didn��t because of me.... Then, to
think that this gorgeous woman, this princess, this GODDESS was MY
sweetheart.... It was overwhelming. I felt like I wanted to laugh and cry; I
felt powerful and weak at the same time.

She came over and sat in my lap and put her head on my shoulder. ��Did your
sweetie do good?�� she asked.

��Honey, you did...you are amazing,�� I said. Then, because I really couldn��t
quite believe it myself I said, ��You really are stronger than Duke.��

��Baby, I proved to him that I��m A LOT stronger than him.��

��And you really do love me?�� I asked.

She lifted her head off my shoulder and looked lovingly into my eyes. ��Baby,
how can you doubt it? I��ve been in love with you since I was fourteen years
old. I love you, and I��m never going to let you go.��

With her in my lap like this and looking so sweet and girlish, for a second I
could almost think of her as a helpless little girl. Then she flexed her
powerful right bicep in my face so that it grew to its full 15.5 inches, ��And
anyone who tries to mess with my man is going to have to face my mighty
muscles.��

��It��s like being in love with Supergirl,�� I said.

��Well...I��m not quite that strong, but I��m strong enough to take care of
anyone who tries to mess with you,�� she assured me.

I reached up and cupped her bicep in my hand. It felt so warm and hard. It was
like hot steel covered in satin. I swear I could actually feel power radiating
from it. I leaned forward and placed a reverent kiss on it. I licked it and
kissed it again.

Mary began to moan contentedly at the attention I was paying to her impressive
muscle. She could sense that I wasn��t just acknowledging her power, I was
worshipping it. Suddenly she stood up and grabbed me by the hand and pulled me
out of the chair. In one smooth move, she ripped my pants off and if they were
made with Velcro. Then reaching into my boxer shorts, she grabbed my dick.

Without saying a word but with a most intense look in her eyes, she led me
into the bedroom by my dick. She lifted me and threw me on the bed. Then she
quickly stripped down to the tiny lace panties she was wearing and began
flexing her muscles and sexily posing for me.

��See these muscles?�� she asked. ��These hard, sexy, strong, womanly muscles
are all for you,�� she said. As she talked and posed, my dick grew harder and
harder. ��Only you get to caress and kiss these muscles. Only you get to feel
my strong fingers wrapped around your dick. Only you get to be lifted into the
air like a child while I suck your big, hard dick. Only you get to feel my
warm, wet pussy being lowered onto your cock while my powerful arms pin yours
to the bed. How does that make you feel?�� she asked.

��Please, come to bed now,�� I requested.

��Say it again,�� she demanded.

��Please, come to bed. Please,�� I said more ardently.

��Start stroking your dick for me,�� she ordered.

I began to stroke my dick as she watched. She continued to pose and flex for
me. She also began to lick her lips.

��Do I make your dick bigger and harder than any other woman possibly could?��
she asked.

��Of course, you do. You know you do, Master,�� I replied as I continued
stroking. Hearing me call her ��Master�� must have been the thing that finally
drove her over the top because the next thing I knew she was on top of me
fucking the living daylights out of me.

By the time morning came around we were both passed out. For the first time in
a long time, I felt as if Mary was almost as worn out and satisfied by our
love making as I was. I say this because not only did I miss my first morning
class, but for the first time since they began working out together, Mary
stood Duke up.

I know that it��s petty, but I considered this a great victory, and I savored
it.

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email at sonofjackwell@gmail.com