Paul and Mistress Paula
by Sonofjack, sonofjackwell@gmail.com
Hey, Hey, Mistress Paula, I want to worship you.

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Paul looked up at his new mistress. He HAD to look up at her since she was
exactly one foot taller than he was. He was a scrawny 5'5" and weighed 150
pounds. That made Mistress Paula 6'5" and coincidentally she weighed 250
pounds - exactly one hundred pounds more than her new baby.

Mistress Paula was anything but scrawny; however she was not what anyone would
consider fat either. The only parts of her body that contained any fat at all
were the two places on a woman's body were a little fat is most appreciated.
That is to say, there was enough fat in her 40F-cup tits to give them a
pleasing jiggle when she walked, ran or even breathed heavy. They especially
jiggled on those occasions when she allowed a man to either suck or fuck her
giant boobs.

The only other spot on Mistress Paula's phenomenal body that seemed to contain
even an ounce of fat was her beautiful, round bubble butt. While it was very
tight and solid underneath, there was a layer of soft flesh on the surface.
This was just enough to give her spectacular ass a pleasing squishy feel
whenever Paul squeezed it with his hands and a dick-hardening bounce when he
watched her walk in front of him.

Mistress Paula preferred it that Paul walk a step or two behind her. This was
so that Mistress Paula could protect her precious little baby boy from any
harm and because she also liked for others to know which one of them was boss
- not that anyone who looked at them could doubt which one was in charge.

The reason Mistress Paula weighed as much as she did was because of the thick,
solid muscle that covered her entire body. Everyone knows that muscle weighs
more than fat, and Mistress Paula's muscle weighed more than most people's
muscle due to its ultra density.

Mistress Paula's clothing was it tatters from the fight she'd had earlier
tonight with the motorcycle thugs that had been harassing Paul and her.
Although to call what happened earlier that night a fight wasn't truly
accurate. How could it be a fight really? There were only about thirty or
forty tough, burly motorcycle gangsters armed with knives, chains, brass
knuckles, lead pipes and whatnot against Mistress Paula. Of course those poor
gangsters never stood a chance.

They fought hard and used their knives and chains as well as they could.
That's the reason why Mistress Paula's clothing was torn up. However, none of
their weapons had any effect on Mistress Paula other than to make her even
angrier. No, you really couldn't call it a fight so much as it was a
massacre.

She didn't actually kill any of the bikers, but it was likely that several on
them would never walk without a limp ever again. And even some of them would
most likely require months and months of hard work and physical therapy to get
to that point.

"Tough luck for them," was Mistress Paula's attitude. "That's what they get
for picking on my little man," she said after it was all over. Then she
looked at Paul, her "little man", and said, "That's what they get for messing
with MY property."

Even though he'd only met Paula earlier that night, Paul's chest swelled with
pride and butterflies fluttered in his stomach at the thought of being
Mistress Paula's "property". Even after this short time, he could think of
nothing else in his life that he'd rather be. He knew that from this day
forward his life would be divided into the time BMP (Before Mistress Paula)
and AMP (After Mistress Paula). He knew without a doubt that from this time
on, Mistress Paula would be his Life, his Love and his Everything - at least
for as long as Mistress Paula wanted it that way.

Mistress Paula looked down at her adorable little man and said, "None of those
ruffians accidently hurt you did they?"

"Oh no! How could they? They had their hands full trying to fight you," he
observed. "And might I say, Paula, that you were magnificent!"

Mistress Paula's eyes flashed in anger! It was only then that Paul realized
his mistake. Mistress Paula told him when they met that he

must always address her as "Mistress Paula.

Realizing his mistake, Paul's heart was seized with terror. He'd watched his
beautiful and super-strong Amazon crush between thirty and forty bikers less
than an hour ago, and every one of those bikers was bigger and stronger than
him. He immediately fell to his knees and began to beg Mistress Paula.

"Pleas, Mistress Paula, please don't hurt me with your awesome
super-strength. I'm sorry that I failed to show you the respect and obedience
that you so rightly deserve. You are a thousand times more beautiful than any
other woman on earth, and you are a hundred times stronger than any ordinary
mortal man! I know that I'm not worthy of you. Please, forgive my
stupidity."

"Kiss my feet!" Mistress Paula commanded.

Paul got down on all fours and began to kiss and lick Mistress Paula's bare
feet. "Please, Mistress Paula (kiss kiss) please don't (lick lick) hurt me.
I know that I'm (kiss kiss) nothing more than a puny (lick lick) male, and I'm
nothing compared to your (kiss kiss) awesome feminine power."

Mistress Paula lifted her left foot and said, "Don't neglect the bottoms of my
feet." After Paul covered her left foot with his kisses and licks, she lifted
her right foot and he did the same with it.

When Paul dared to look up at his Mistress, he was somewhat relieved to see
that she was smiling down at him. She looked at him with adoring eyes.
Mistress Paula reached down and picked up Paul in her powerful arms and said,
"You're just so sweet, I could eat you up!"

"S-s-so y-you're n-not angry with m-m-me, Mistress Paula?"

"Well...perhaps I'm a little annoyed," she said, "But I'm willing to overlook
it this time. After all, you've been through a lot tonight, and you're still
getting used to me."

Paul looked deep into Mistress Paula's beautiful, exotic green eyes, and he
could feel himself getting lost in them. She cradled him in her strong arms
and pulled him in. He could feel her huge tits pressing against him.

"Thank you for understanding, Mistress Paula, you are so strong and wise."

Mistress Paula supported Paul with one arm while she used her free arm to pull
away what was left the tattered shirt she was wearing. Her amazing 40-F
breasts were fully exposed. Paul stared at her big right nipple and licked
his lips. "Go ahead, suck on it," Mistress Paula prompted.

Paul latched on to her nipple with his lips and began to suck. Much to his
surprise his mouth began to fill with warm, sweet liquid. It took him a few
seconds to realize that it was Mistress Paula's milk! He swallowed hard and
looked up at Mistress Paula. "Do you have a baby?" he asked.

"You're my baby," she replied in a breathy voice.

"No, I mean do you have an infant or a toddler?" He asked this because he
thought that this was the only time that women lactated.

"No, my precious little one," Mistress Paula replied. "My body produces milk
whenever I want it to. That is part of what makes me so extraordinary. Do
you like sucking my huge tits and drinking my milk?"

"Yes," said Paul as he once again latched on to Mistress Paula's breast and
began to suck even harder. Paul felt like a baby being cradled by Mistress
Paula. It also made him feel like a baby that Mistress Paula's breast was
bigger than his head! As he drank deep of his lover's milk he began to think
back to the events earlier this evening that led him to this point.

Earlier that evening Paul found himself in the unfamiliar surroundings of a
seedy bar. He'd been talked into going there by his friend Roger who
convinced him that this was the best way to meet woman. Then, ironically, it
was Roger who chickened out at the last minute. Paul decided he was going to
go anyway, even if he had to go by himself.

After ten minutes, he was ready to leave. He was even more ready to go a few
minutes later when he saw several members of the Overlords, a local motorcycle
gang, come into the bar. Being a short, slightly pudgy stereotypical looking
nerd, he was a magnet for guys like this to harass.

However, once again, Paul screwed up his courage and decided to at least stay
until he finished his glass of wine. He had reached a point in his life where
he was tired of lonely nights by himself in his apartment. He was sick of
feeling weak and insignificant. At the same time, he thought he might draw
less attention to himself if he left the bar and sat at a little table near
the back.

A few minutes later the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen walked into the
bar. She had dark, smooth, flawless mocha skin with an exotically beautiful
face highlighted by her hypnotic green eyes. She also had beautiful high
cheekbones, and thick, lush lips, and a beautiful wide nose very similar to
the singer Rihanna's. She also had a long, slender neck and long dark,
naturally loose curly hair that framed her beautiful face and ran halfway down
her back.

At 6'5" she was tall and lean and walked with the grace and the sinuous power
of a jungle cat. She was dressed simply in tight faded jeans and a tight red
t-shirt that didn't quite cover her flat, toned stomach. On her feet she wore
simply sandals that revealed her pink painted toenails. "Oh my God!" thought
Paul, "Even her feet are sexy."

It was clear by the way her huge breasts undulated under her shirt when she
walked and the ways her nipples poked her t-shirt that she wasn't wearing a
bra. Paul wondered if any bra made could contain those two savage breasts
anyway.

Paul watched in awe as she walked - almost glided - further into the room.
She stood at the front about the midpoint of the bar and took off the $200
sunglasses she was wearing. She scanned the room as if she was looking for
someone. Every movement she made was cool and controlled.

Her powerful arms and legs and the fleeting glimpses of her six pack abs
provided by her not-quite-long-enough t-shirt made it clear that this was a
powerful woman who must have spent many hours a week at the gym. She radiated
power and strength while at the same time she oozed feminine sexuality.

"I didn't know women like that really existed outside of my dreams," Paul
whispered under his breath. Indeed, Paul had dreamed of a woman like this for
as long as he could remember. He spent untold thousands of hours trolling
through various internet sites searching for a woman with just this
combination of power, delicate beauty and unrestrained, savage sexuality. Now
that he was actually looking at her, he realized that she exceeded his every
expectation.

As she searched the room, Paul figured that this otherworldly beauty MUST be
meeting someone here. He figured that she was probably the girlfriend of one
of the bikers that came in ahead of her. "Why do the most beautiful women go
for the bad boy type," he wondered.

When her eyes locked on his for three seconds that seemed like three hours, he
could feel his dick begin to stir. He could also feel his face burn so hot
that his glasses actually steamed up. He knew that his pale white face must
be crimson from blushing. When the tall, Amazon goddess actually smiled at
him, it was all he could do to not throw himself under the table to hide.

When she took her first step towards him he began shouting in his head, "No!
No! No! No!" He could feel his heart pounding so hard that it seemed as if
it might pound right out of his chest. With every new step she took in his
direction it became more undeniable that she was purposely walking towards
him. By the time she got to his table, the voice in his head was no longer
shouting "No!" It was whispering in a soft but hopeful voice, "Yes! Yes!"

"Are you alone?" she asked in a voice that was pure liquid honey.

"Yes!" he replied, perhaps a little too eagerly.

The woman sat down and for several seconds all Paul could do was stare at
her. He couldn't believe he was actually sitting at the same table with such
a woman. It was almost like she was too perfect to be human. She finally
broke the awkward silence by saying, "My name is Mistress Paula; what's your
name?"

When he finally spoke, his words came out in an uncontrolled torrent,
"You'rethemostbeautifulwomanI'veeverseeninmylife!" he blurted out.

Mistress Paula giggled sweetly. "Yes I know; I hear that often," she said
confidently. "What's your name, cutie?"

"Paul," he replied, and then it occurred to him. "Hey! Paul and Paula - like
the song. Without thinking, Paul sang the first line of the song "Hey
Paula". "Hey, Hey, Paula, I want to marry you."

Without missing a beat Mistress Paula sang back, "Hey, hey, hey Paul, I want
to marry you too."

"No way! I could never get that lucky," Paul joked.

Mistress Paula looked at Paul with passion in her eyes. "Don't be so sure,
Paul. I think you're awfully cute!"

Paul began looking around as if he was searching for something. "What are you
looking for?" asked Mistress Paula.

"There MUST be a hidden camera around her somewhere," Paul insisted. Then he
added, "I'm being punked, right?"

Mistress Paula laughed at this. "Oh my, you're adorable AND hilarious! Paul,
I have a feeling that you're coming home with me tonight."

Paul looked up towards heaven and said, "Thank you, God!"

For the next forty-five minutes of so, the two new friends sat and talked.
Paul couldn't believe how well it was going. Despite being more beautiful
that any woman he'd ever dreamed about, Mistress Paula was also surprisingly
easy for him to talk to. He was delighted to find that she was well read and
loved old movies. When he discovered that she even knew enough about comic
books to make reference to the "pre-crisis Superman" he stopped to pinch
himself to make sure that he wasn't dreaming.

Finally, Mistress Paula said, "Paul, would you like to come home with me
tonight?"

"Yes, Paula," he replied enthusiastically.

"There's just one thing, Paul, from now on you must address me as 'Mistress
Paula'."

"Really?" Paul asked.

"Yes, Paul, I insist," Mistress Paula replied. Paul was getting ready to ask
why. As much as he wanted this encounter to continue, he felt funny calling
her 'Mistress Paula'.

Before he could get the words out, two large members of the Overlords sat down
at the two empty seats at the table. They were both wearing sleeveless shirts
that showed off their heavily muscles arms that were covered with tats. The
first one was around 6'4" and looked lean and powerful. The other one was at
least 6'8", slightly overweight and looked like he could turn over a car
without too much trouble. When they sat down, Paul almost shit his pants.

Ignoring Paul completely, the smaller of the two said to Mistress Paula, "Hey
there, darling, my name is Snake, and this here is Dozer (indicating his
companion). Since you're all alone we thought we'd come over here and make
your acquaintance."

"Well, Snake ... Dozer," Mistress Paula said with exaggerated politeness,
"That was very sweet of you, but as you can see, I'm NOT alone. In fact, I
was just getting ready to leave with my new friend, Paul. So if you'll excuse
us...." Paula began to stand up.

Snake grabbed her arm and said, "Now just hold on a minute, honey; why not
stay a little longer? You might get to like us once you get to know us
better."

Mistress Paula looked at Snake like he was some crud that she had just scraped
off of her shoe. "Unhand me," she insisted.

Snake took his hand off her arm. "Sure, sure, darling, no harm done."

"Not yet," she said cryptically. Then she turned her attention away from the
bikers. "Shall we go now, Paul," Mistress Paula said.

Snake put his hand on Paul's shoulder and pressed down on it. Paul winced in
pain. "Not so fast, honey, maybe Paul changed his mind about leaving with
you. What about it Paul?"

Paul didn't know what to do. He was intimidated by Snake and Dozer to be
sure, but he didn't want to blow his chance with Mistress Paula. Then
something happened to Paul. In the next two seconds, every incident in his
life where he'd given in to bullies flashed before his eyes - every
humiliation and all the shame. He decided that he wasn't going to silently
let it happen this time. He was going to stand up to these two no matter what
the consequence.

Before he could speak, Mistress Paula sat back down and said to Snake. "Let's
make this easy. Let's arm wrestle for it. If you win, I'll go with you and
become your love-slave for the night. If you lose, Paul and I go on our way."

Snake laughed. "You want me to arm wrestle Paul?" Paul also thought this was
absurd. He knew that he could never beat Snake's big muscles with his
spaghetti noodle arm. Paul began to wonder if he was being set-up.

Then Mistress Paula spoke up. "I don't want you to arm wrestle Paul; I want
you to arm wrestle me." As she said this she dramatically reached up and tore
the right sleeve off the t-shirt she was wearing to reveal her huge, solid
bicep. Then she flexed it to an impressive peak.

Snake's eyes grew large. He could see that Mistress Paula's bicep was bigger
than his by several inches. However, by now the other Overlords were
watching, and he knew he couldn't back down now. Mistress Paula put her arm
up on the table and Snake did the same. They locked hands and Mistress Paula
told the biker, "Start pushing whenever you're ready."

Hoping to catch her off guard, Snake let out with a mighty grunt and pushed
Mistress Paula's arm with all his might. To the shock of everyone watching
(except Mistress Paula) he didn't budge her arm at all.

Mistress Paula, anxious to end this "contest" slammed Snake's arm down to the
table with ease and said, "Let's go, Paul." When Paul got up to leave, the
gargantuan Dozer stood up and stepped in-between Paul and Mistress Paula
blocking his way.

"Let him pass," Mistress Paula said in a stern voice. When Dozer didn't
immediately comply, Mistress Paula casually grabbed the back of his shirt and
easily threw his across the room. He hit the opposite wall with such speed
and force that his head put a crack in the plaster. He slumped to the
ground. "He'll wake up with a headache tomorrow," Mistress Paul quipped.
"Let's go Paul," she repeated.

Paul followed Mistress Paula as she made her way towards the door. Despite
the obvious intensity of the situation, Paul could not help but admire the
size and shape of Mistress Paula's spectacular ass and the way they looked in
her tight, worn jeans.

The other Overlords, stunned at how easily Mistress Paula had overpowered
Snake and Dozer, parted like the Red Sea before Moses as Mistress Paula and
Paul made their way through the crowd.

Once they were outside, Paul said, "Pau - I mean, MISTRESS Paula, you were
amazing in there."

Mistress Paula turned to him and said, "My darling little man, you have no
idea what I am capable of. That was just the tiniest sample of my awesome
power. Then, changing the subject she said, I've decided that you are going
to be my new lover. Would you like that?"

Paul could not believe the night he was having! "Yes, of course, Mistress
Paula."

Then, just in time to shatter the mood, seven Overlords came out into the
parking lot led by Snake who said, "Hey! We're not through with you two yet!"

Mistress Paula rolled her eyes and looked down at Paul. "I was hoping that it
wouldn't come to this. Oh well, this shouldn't take long. I'll be right
back, sweetheart." With that, Mistress Paula didn't wait for the Overlords to
make their move. She ran straight towards them began to attack.

First, she grabbed Snake and another large Overlord standing beside him. She
picked them both up and cracked their skulls together. She then tore into the
remaining Overlords with her fists and her feet. Within thirty seconds they
were in a heap around her feet.

I said a silent prayer of thanks that it was over so quickly. Unfortunately
before coming out into the parking lot, the Overlords must have called for
backup because suddenly another thirty-five (give or take a few) came rolling
up into the large parking lot.

When they saw their comrades in a heap, they dismounted and surrounded us.
They were armed with knives, chains, lead pipes and various other handheld
weapons. Mistress Paula grabbed me and picked me up. "I don't want you to
get hurt, my precious," she said. There was a small ledge about ten feet up
over the door of the bar with a sign that read "The Dew Drop Inn". She gently
tossed me up so that I landed on the ledge out of harm's way.

Then she proceeded to beat the ever-lovin' shit out of that entire gang of
bikers. I watched in awe as those thugs attacked Mistress Paula with chains,
brass knuckles, knives and whatever other weapons they could find. The chains
would shatter against her tough body. The brass knuckles and lead pipes would
become bent out of shape. Most amazing of all, the sharp points of the knives
would not penetrate nor even scratch her flawless, satin skin.

As she waded through those hapless bikers throwing them twenty yards away in
all directions and punching and kicking them twenty-five feet straight up into
the air, her clothes became ripped and torn by the weapons that had no effect
on her skin and her huge, mighty muscles expanded to gigantic proportions.
Just as she was wiping up the parking lot with the last few another group of
ten or fifteen Overlords came driving up.

They arrived in time to witness the end of Mistress Paula's slaughter of their
brother bikers. They stopped and looked at the devastation around the parking
lot for a few seconds when one of them shouted, "Let's get the fuck out of
here!"

The group split into two and began to drive off in opposite directions. To
Paul's amazement, Mistress Paula took off after one of the groups of speeding
motorcyclists. She quickly caught up with two of the riders and pulled their
bikes out from under them. Then she took one of the machines and slid it on
the ground towards the closest group so that it knocked them over like so many
bowling pins.

Then she took the other motorcycle she was holding and looked towards the
other group. By this time they were almost two blocks away. Mistress Paula
took the motorcycle she was still holding and threw it over handed with one
arm so that it flew over the heads of the other group and landed right in
front of them causing them to have a massive pile-up.

Paul watched all this from the safety of the ledge that Mistress Paula had
thrown him up to. Mistress Paula looked savage and terrible as she destroyed
the gang of hoodlums that had challenged her, but she also looked
indescribably beautiful.

When it was all over, and Paul watched her walk confidently across the parking
lot towards the place where he was perched, the combination of her exquisite
face, her heavily muscles and gorgeous feminine body and her raw power made
his dick rock hard. He knew without a doubt that this woman could take
anything she wanted from him, and she hoped that what she wanted the most was
his heart and soul.

She stood underneath the ledge he was on and said. "Sorry that took so long."

"Long?" Paul said, "You defeated an entire gang of thugs in less than five
minutes.

"Yes, I was a little off tonight. I was concerned that you might get hurt,
and that slowed me down. If something like that happened, I'd never forgive
myself. Now, jump down and I'll catch you." Paul jumped off the ledge and
landed in Mistress Paula's strong arms.

Mistress Paula them carried her precious little man to her car and placed him
gently in the passenger seat. As they drove to her place, Paul said, "If I
hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed it. You...you were
incredible, Mistress Paula. I couldn't believe the way chains and pipes and
even knives didn't hurt you at all! My God, you're like Supergirl!"

Mistress Paula smiled back at him sweetly. "Tonight I'm YOUR Supergirl,
Paul," she said, and she reached over and started massaging his hard dick with
her hand. "OOOOH! I can see that you're thinking the same thing I am, Paul.
This pleases me."

Mistress Paula's hand felt great on his dick. Her touch was gentle and deft.
He thought how just a few minutes ago he'd seen that same hand crushing pipes
and shattering heavy chains. He thought about how she had the power to crush
his dick into paste if she wanted, but that instead, she was stroking it
lightly and using her touch to tantalize. The thought of the power Mistress
Paula had in just that one hand made the sensation even sweeter.

"How...? Who are you?" he finally got the courage to ask. "I mean, I know
that your name is Mistress Paula, but...."

"Well..." Mistress Paula began, "My father was a famous athlete named David
Marks."

Paul immediately flashed back to an article he'd read about David Marks.
About thirty years ago David Marks was considered the greatest all-around
athlete in the world. He excelled at football, basketball, track and field
and boxing, and it was believed by most experts that he could easily complete
at the highest professional levels at any of these sports. However, after his
college freshman year, Marks announced that he was giving up athletics. The
6'11" African-American said that he thought there was more to life than
sports.

He graduated with honors after just three years of college with degrees in
biology, history and philosophy. He then announced that he was setting out
alone to sail around the world to "Search for the perfect life." Months later
he disappeared in a terrible storm somewhere in the middle of the Pacific
Ocean.

"What happened to your father?" Paul asked.

"He ended up washing up on a small Polynesian island where he met my mother.
She was the princess of this island. For hundreds of generations, the members
of the royal family of this island have chosen to marry only the most
beautiful and physically healthy mates they could find. In this way, the
royal family remained strong and genetically superior. My mother - who was
said to have been the most beautiful princess in seventeen generations - took
one look at my father and declared him the most beautiful man alive.

They were married three days later.

"Your father was supposed to have been incredibly strong," Paul said.

"He was, and my 5'9" mother was at least ten times stronger!" explained
Mistress Paula. Then she continued her story. "When I reached the age of
sixteen, I decided to go out and find my own place in the world like my father
had. That was nine years ago. And how old are you, Paul?"

"I'm twenty-one," Paul answered. Then as an afterthought he said, "So I guess
you don't go the perfect physical specimens like you mother, huh?"

Mistress Paula chuckled at this, "I think you are quite adorable, Paul."

"So what have you been doing with yourself for the past nine years since you
left the island?" asked Paul.

"Mostly I've been travelling. I have been seeking out other powerful,
extraordinary women such as myself around the world," she explained.

"There COULDN'T be any other women like you!" Paul stated emphatically.

"So far I have not found any that possess quite my level of strength or
beauty," she said. From anyone else, this statement would have sounded
conceited. From Mistress Paula it sounded like a simple factual statement.

"What do you call your group, the Secret Society of Super-Women?"

"No, we are called The League of Extraordinary Mistresses," Mistress Paula
replied with complete seriousness. Then she pulled up into the driveway of a
medium sized home in a normal residential neighborhood. "We're here," she
announced.

"Once inside the house, Paul looked up at his new Mistress. A few minutes
later - after being reminded to always address her as "Mistress" - he was
being cradled in her arms while he sucked her breasts and drank her sweet
milk.

Based on the fervor with which Paul was sucking, Mistress Paula said, "You
really like my big tits, don't you, dear boy?"

"Mistress Paula, I LOVE your big tits," he replied.

Mistress Paula carried her new sweetheart into her bedroom and threw him onto
the bed. "Wait here," she said, "I'll be right back with something I think
you're going to like." When she came back she had a little box with some
interesting items in it, but Paul didn't notice at first because the only
clothing Mistress Paula had on was a leopard skin thong.

She instructed Paul to remove all his clothes which he did very quickly. Then
she spent the next several minutes flexing and posing for him. Each pose
Mistress Paula performed was sexier than the one that proceeded it but not
quite as sexy as the one to follow. Paul's eyes gazed up and down his
mistress's hard body and watched as every muscle in it was flexed and
relaxed. He drooled over her hard, sexy glutes, calves and thighs. He
thrilled at her ripped abs, lats and quads. No longer able to resist, he
began to stroke his cock as he watched Mistress Paula flex and bounce her
pecs.

But the muscles that turned him on the most were her huge biceps. Mistress
Paula instructed Paul to take the tape measure that was in the box she brought
in with her. "I'm going to flex my right bicep and I want you to measure it,"
she said in her sexiest voice.

She expanded her bicep until it seemed like it would not expand anymore.
"Measure it," she commanded. Paul, with trembling hands, took the tape
measure and wrapped it around her diamond hard sinew. "How big is it?" she
asked.

"T-t-twenty-one i-i-inches," Paul stammered. His naked cock was as hard and
as erect as it had ever been.

Then Mistress Paula instructed him to take two other items out of the box. It
was a short chain and a padlock. She instructed the aroused little man to
wrap the chain around her bicep as many times as it would go and to then lock
the two ends together with the heavy padlock. Once this was completed,
Mistress Paula said, "Now watch this."

With what seemed like almost no effort at all she tensed her arm once again
and it miraculously began to grow even bigger! Paul's eyes grew wide as he
watched the chain straining against Mistress Paula's incredible power.
Suddenly, the chain SNAPPED! And Mistress Paula's bicep grew another four
inches to an unbelievable twenty-five inches.

Paul stood staring at that beautiful mountain of womanly power. Finally he
worked up the nerve to ask, "M-mistress P-paula, c-can I t-t-t-touch it?"

"Yes, you may, my sweet baby," she replied. With his hands trembling twice as
bad as before, Paul reached out placed his palm over Mistress Paula's bicep.
I felt warm. He could swear that he felt power radiating from it. He reached
up with his other hand. Both hands together were not enough to wrap around
it.

"Go ahead and kiss it if that pleases you," Mistress Paula said.

Paul leaned in to kiss the source of Mistress Paula's great power. When his
lips touched her bicep he became so overwhelmed that he felt a stirring deep
in his balls. He realized that he was about to cum. He tried as hard as he
could to hold it back, but it was no use.

"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEE" he yelled as wave after wave of
pleasure swept over him and ounce after ounce after ounce of spunk exploded
out of his penis.

Paul fell backwards back onto the bed. When he could catch his breath enough
to speak he begged, "Please, Mistress Paula, please, forgive me! I'm so sorry
that I shot my wad like that so prematurely. I-I just got so excited my your
sexy muscles.

Mistress Paula picked him up and then sat down on the bed with her baby on her
lap. "That's okay, sweetheart. I'm glad that I turn you on so much. And
don't worry, you'll be able to get it up for me again in a minute or two."

"I'm sorry, Mistress, but that's not how - " as he was talking, Mistress Paula
cupped his balls in her hand and caressed it gently. "WWWWhhoooaAAAA!" Paul
cried as his dick began to rise again.

"You keep forgetting, my darling baby, I'm extraordinary."

"I'm convinced!" Paul responded.

"So, I've decided that I definitely want you for my new man, Paul. I'm going
to protect you and cherish you and fuck you until you pass out. In return, I
only have two rules. You must always address me as Mistress Paula, and you
must follow my instructions without question or hesitation."

"Yes, Mistress Paula," he agreed. That night Mistress Paula held up her end
of the bargain. She fucked Paul until he passed out. But when he did pass
out, he was smiling from ear to ear.

When Paul woke up the next morning, Mistress Paula was still asleep. Paul
didn't want to wake her so he quietly began to get out of bed. Suddenly a
hand reached out and grabbed his wrist. "Ouch! You're hurting me," he
exclaimed.

"Sorry, my delicate flower," she said as she lessened her grip a little, "But
where do you think you're going?"

"I have to go home and change before I go to work," he explained, "But I was
going to leave you a note with my phone number. I want to see you again."

"But you don't understand," Mistress Paula said, "We have arrangements to
make."

"What kind of arrangements?" Paul asked. He wasn't being defiant, only
curious.

"We've got to arrange to put you in the nursery."

"What's the nursery," he asked.

To be continued . . . ?

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