Club hoistess By Uplifted A secret society of superwomen who serve mankind. Just don't get any of them angry. I hadn't heard from Harry for a good three weeks. I was to busy at work to even think about a social life when I got his phone message on my answering machine. "Call me" He said, "if you want the experience of a lifetime." I had met Harry Cunningham on the chat line of the valkyrie internet site. We had spoken many times, and for many months, before we realized that we live not two miles from each other. We quickly became fast friends, sharing many similar interests, not the least of them, our love for feminine muscle and strength. We had spoken many times about our desire to meet women, who could overwhelm us with her strength. A women who could carry us off kicking and screaming, even if there wasn't much kicking and screaming going on. When we got together after work, he said "well Paul me buckoo, this Friday night, you and I are going out, and you will be my guest at a very special place" his face beaming with delight. "Harry "why didn't you tell me this before, I have plans for Friday night." Break it he said without a moments hesitation, He seemed so happy and delighted that I didn't have the heart to turn him down. "What the hell, you win" I said, but this better be good" "Good is not the word for it, better magnificent," he said. Seven sharp friday night, he picked me up in his rolls royce, Harry had money to burn. After a drive of about forty five minutes on the freeway, I realized that we were heading upstate, and towards some isolated area." Harry where the hell are we going" I asked as he began driving down country dirt roads. "Pauly he said, when this experience is over, you are going to kiss my feet." I asked him, "with or without socks?" Any way I say me boy, any way I say." We continued down rural roads, for another hour, and I started getting impatient, when suddenly we hit a stretch of well paved road, right in the middle of nowhere. Another five minutes and I saw much to my amazement looming up ahead, a perfectly appointed parking lot, where we came to a stop. Come on Paul, the adventure starts, and he motioned me out of the car. Emerging up ahead of us was a large and imposing villa. All this right in the middle of nowhere. He noticed my bewildered expression and laughing said "just walk one foot in front of the other". "Very funny", I said. Other then its size, the mansion appeared quite ordinary. Arriving at the door Harry knocked loudly, and a pretty middle aged women looked out through a small rectangle in the door. "May I help you gentlemen", she asked? Harry flashed a card of some type, and said "Harry Cunningham and guest Paul Johnson." Smiling , she opened the door and said" welcome to fantasy land gentlemen." In the entryway there was a large sign posted, it read, Club Hoistess. Smirking I said to Harry under my breath "someone should teach these people to spell. He said quietly, "I can assure you that they can spell quite well my friend." Showing us to a table in what appeared to be a large dinning room, she told us that our hoistesses would be with us in a few minutes. She was called hoistess Sally, as the label on her dress informed us. When she left, I said to Harry, "She even pronounces it hoistess." He informed me that she called them hoistesses because that was what they were. "Ok Harry my friend, fine with me. Bring on the hoistesses I said laughing. " He elbowed me motioning toward two exquisite women coming our way. They were visions of loveliness, and walked with the style and confidence of athletes. "Hi, Harry said hoistess Ann , and this must be your friend Paul Johnson. Paul this is Peggy, your hoistess for the night." They sat down, as I gazed at that vision of beauty, and said in perfect seriousness, "Im in love." Peggy laughed, and it was music. She said, "my my such a quick conquest, I was hoping to have to work a bit for your adoration," and she placed her warm sweet hand on my arm affectionately. My body temperature changed from mild to torrid. I mentioned that it seemed hot in here, and looking at me and then at Ann, they both smiled and said, "only for you Paul" Peggy laughed and hugging me, said "Paul your very sweet." We spoke for a while about small things, our jobs, this out of the way place, etc. Finally Harry said, "Peggy why don't you show Paul around, the garden is a nice place where you can talk. And by the way Peggy, while your at it, maybe you can show him a little bit of what it is that a hoistess does," and he seemed to be trying to keep a straight face. She said "certainly," and standing up gave me her hand, indicating that I was to follow her. As I stood up I saw Harry trying not to laugh, and I said "whats so funny Harry?" He said "oh nothing, don't pay any attention to me." As we stood Peggy did a strange thing . She walked around behind me, and before I knew what was happening felt a hand grab hold of my ankle, and another placed under my rump. The next thing I knew, I was sitting on the palm of Peggy's beautiful hand, raised to her ear, like a waitress carrying a stack of dishes. Flabbergasted is not a strong enough adjective. My mouth flopped open and closed without uttering a sound, while damn Harry rolled on the floor, holding his sides in pain. She looked up with that sweet innocent face and asked, "comfy?" In my usual cleaver style, I said, "ahuh." Peggy said "good then lets you and I go out to the garden. As she carried me helpless on the palm of her hand, I heard Harry yell "heh Paul why don't you assert your male prerogative. Just tell her that you will go where ever you damn well please." The last that I saw of him, he was rolling on the floor, screaming, " did you see his face?" As she carried me toward the exit of the dining room, I noticed other men in similar positions, perched on the palms of their hoistesses. There was a lot of traffic as many other hoistesses were bringing in trays of food also. As we approached the doorway she shouted " coming through," and preceded to lift me over her head with one hand. She looked up at me held high over her head, as helpless as a child, and said, "much more room up there isn't it sweety?" I answered with my patented, "ahuh". As we neared the door, she lowered me easily to her shoulder again saying, "we wouldn't want to hit our heads on the top of the door sill would we?" Regaining my composure at last, I said " "no we might get a headache wouldn't we?" She giggled charmingly and I almost forgot that she was holding my body on the palm of her hand. I asked her if all the girls were this strong, and she said, "but of course we're hoistesses." I said, "well I guess that explains everything She said sympathetically , "you poor dear fragile man, it does take getting used to, doesn't it?" What a package she was, incredibly beautiful, sweet as sugar, and oh so powerful, my fantasy come alive. She walked me through the garden, pointing out the various flowers, but all I could think about were the feelings of helplessness, mingled with raw sexuality, and the thrill of being lifted and carried around by this unbelievable creature. After a while she looked up at me and said, "sweety your not listening will this get your attention?" And once more she lifted me completely over her head, with one hand. She chuckled as I informed her that she had my undivided attention. "Peggy this seems so easy for you, aren't you getting tired?" She said "silly man, I'm a hoistess." There was that explanation again. I said "but of course." Peggy asked me if I would like to hear about the hoistess society. "Please I said, and she put me down on a bench, saying it was more conducive to story telling, face to face. She must have noticed my disappointment at being set down, and caressed my cheek, saying, "don't worry my little Paul, Peggy will lift you to the heights before long "We are a network of clubs all over the civilized world. Each club has forty hoistesses, and as you already know, is very exclusive and secret. Membership is arrived at by word of mouth. Of course we only serve your type of man, as we wouldn't want to force a so called normal man into our membership." I interrupted her with, only kinky guys. It didn't faze her in the least, she said, "exactly." I asked her, do you mean to tell me that each club is stocked with women as strong as you are?" More or less she said. "I said that I didn't know that there were that many powerful women in the world ." Only among our society," she informed me. She looked at me slyly and said, "don't you just love it sweetheart?" And how I said. I asked "where did this come from, how did your women become so powerful?" " That's a long story, do you really want to hear it she asked me?" I shook my head yes, and she continued. "Two hundred years ago in Italy, there lived a fabulously wealthy nobleman , named Count Orsinni. He owned much property, including Villa's, and farmland. He was well known all over Italy for a number of things. First of course there was his money. Secondly he was respected for his kindness and generosity to all including his servants, who adored him. And last but not least he had enormous strength, which was the envy of most men. But with all of his strength, he had a secret desire, only know by his most trusted servants. I interrupted, "let me guess. "He had a deep seated desire to find a women who could overpower and overwhelm him." "Bingo," she said. "Of course such a women was not an easy thing to find, especially at that time. He sent his men searching throughout the country, especially among the farm people, where heavy work was a common occurrence. The families of those chosen few, were told that their daughters were going to interview at the counts mansion for a job there, and that whether or not she was retained, they would receive a large amount for their services to the rich lord. And so they all did, more money then they could make in a year on their farms. Well needless to say, the families were thrilled, and so were the girls. Count Orsinni instructed them that they were being tried for heavy work on his farm, and that they were chosen because of their reputation at home for strength as well as beauty. He asked each one to lift him, as she would have to lift heavy bales of cotton. They were all large girls, and many did very well, but none could pass the acid test. That is to lift him over her head, as he was a big man weighing two hundred and fifty pounds. He expected this outcome, but nevertheless was disappointed. He had narrowed his choice down to ten ladies, and was about to make his final decision, when his major domo Enzo, came running into his room. "Sir have you made your choice yet, please see just one more girl. Her name is Rosa." "Allright Enzo show her in please" said the count. She walked in, a petite, cupie doll, five feet two, and weighing about one hundred and fifteen pounds. The lord of the manor looked at her, and then at Enzo, and calling him aside, asked if he were crazy. 'Try her sir, what have you got to lose? " "I don't want to embarrass her said the count . " Please Signor, trust me." said Enzo. Count Orsinni sighed and explained the situation to Rosa. who said, "shall I lift you now Signor?" He said resignedly," yes my child, please go right ahead" She placed her hands on his waist, and he said "no, no thats much to difficult, around my legs would be easier." Rosa said "oh no sir its no trouble at all, and proceeded to lift him easily to the height of her shoulders. He was tall so that he was only about a foot off the floor , but she had taken his breath away, with the ease of her lift. She held him there easily, and after a while asked if she should put him down. He shook his head, speechless in awe of her, secretly worshiping her. Rosa asked if that was all, and he dared to asked her, if she thought that she could lift him overhead. She laughed and said is that all, and then I get the job?" He shook his head yes, almost speechless with emotion. She asked, " with one or two hands sir?" Two will be fine for now he said, and held his breath as she placed one hand under his armpit, and the other between his legs, clutching his thigh. Then without taking a breath to get ready, she simply lifted him high over her head. She looked up at him and asked innocently," is this all right sir?" Wishing to prolong the experience, he asked if she found him heavy. She laughed and said, " not at all sir, why your as light as a feather." He knew that he could not perform such a feat, and that she was even stronger then he was, much to his everlasting delight. He had found the women of his dreams, and his future wife. Well she was amazed to learn that he meant not to employ her, but to marry her. When she became acclimated to her new station in life, she made a wonderful helpmate, and bore him many children. They all inherited their parents strength, but one girl, Gina was especially gifted. By the age of fourteen she outdid her powerful mother. The delighted Count, whose secret desire was to create a race of superwomen, arranged a union between Rosa and the most powerful man that he could find. This went on in the family for one hundred years, but breeding in this nature, is unscientific at best, with spotty results. Sometimes the women were ultra strong, and other times quite average. One hundred years ago, the amazing Laura was born. Now she was of average strength, but she was a scientific genius. I know that you will find this hard to believe, but she was the first to discover and make full use of genetic engineering, and it was one hundred years ago. " I asked her if this were so," why haven't I heard of her." Peggy said,"because we keep it in the family. By that time it became impossible to find a man strong enough, and with the strength of character, to be able to accept a wife so much more powerful then he. So Laura was a godsend. Well one hundred years of genetic engineering has produced the hoistess. Of course we suffer for it. Our power has become so great, that we have to live together in cloisters, in order to protect helpless mankind."I asked her from whom were they protecting us. She laughed and said, "from us of course." I laughed and said if the society was so interested in our welfare, why would we need any protection from them. Peggy said "let me tell you another story. For seventy five years we have been living in isolation. Let me assure you that our self enforced isolation is not because we want to stay away from men, we love and cherish the poor fragile dears. But you see my sweet Paul, you have no idea what a hoistess could do in your society, even by accident. When a girl is born among us, she is assigned an instructor. This teacher is responsible for the welfare of her ward. It is her task to train the child, in our special discipline. This consists of special athletic events, meditation, and most important of all, the exercise of control." Control of what I asked ?" She answered me seriously, "control of her enormous strength." A novitiate is not allowed to leave the compound until she has reached the age of eighteen, when she is eligible to become a hoistess, and has mastered the discipline. A number of years age there was a little girl named Clare. She was not at all like the other little girls in the cloister. She just couldn't wait to get out into the world of men, that she had heard so much about. She would beg and plead to be let out , to explore this exotic world of men , no matter how often and patiently her teacher explained that she could not leave until she was eighteen. One morning her instructor found her room empty, and a note explaining that her desire was so great, that she couldn't wait. Here is a recounting of her adventures, on that fateful and almost disastrous day. She somehow arrived in town, and walking around in amazement, saw a television set for the first time. She was in the lobby of a hotel, and sat down to watch. Unfortunately for us, professional wrestling was what she saw. This reminded her of some of the sports in the compound. As she watched she saw that the main wrestler was a brute of a man, named Killer Klondike. He was about six feet eight inches tall, and weighed four hundred pounds. As she watched, she got it into her head that she would like to wrestle this man, just for the fun of it. She knew that it was forbidden to engage in any sporting event with a man, but she reasoned that this man was so big and powerful, and she was after all only eleven years old, and scarcely was ninety five pounds soaking wet. Besides he seemed to know what he was doing. She somehow arrived at the wrestling rink before the main match, and asked where the killers dressing room was. People thinking that she was some cute autograph hunter, directed her to his dressing room. Guarding his room was a behemoth of a man, not as large as the killer, but about six feet two, and weighing about two hundred and seventy pounds. Probably an ex wrestler, who served Klondike as a bodyguard. When she informed him of her intention to wrestle Killer Klondike, he started to laugh uncontrollably. Clare told him not to laugh at her, and apologizing he nevertheless bent down to drag her away from the door. Well Clare was very angry, and shrugging him off she entered the Killers dressing room. She failed to look back at the unconscious man, lying there in the hallway. You see when she shrugged him off, her arm struck the poor man in the jaw, and knocked him unconscious, causing thank the lord, only a sprained neck and a concussion. When she entered the killers dressing room, Klondike seeing her started to yell for his man, who as we already know was lying on the floor outside in dreamland. He said, "look little girl I don't have any time just now for autographs, why don't you go back to your seat, and latter on I will see to it that you get my own personal signature. When Clare informed him that she came to wrestle with him, his reaction was even more hilarious than that of his lackey. Well she was still angry from before, and warned him to stop laughing at her. He broke down completely in uncontrollable hysterics, and mocking her said oh my god I'm shaking in terror. Well one does not mock a hoistess, even a novitiate. Of course the poor man did not know this. Warning him once more, she reached down and grasped him by the ankle. Before he knew what hit him he was flying through the air, being twirled around her head with ever increasing speed. The shock was so great to his system, that all he could do was scream out, Oh My God, Oh my God, and believe me he wasn't laughing anymore. We had been trying to track her down all this time, and as fate would have it, we arrived just in time to see her hurling this poor man, through the air over her head. Unfortunately we panicked and so did she. We screamed for her to let him go, without thinking, and she realizing what she was doing , released his ankle, sending him flying through the air, to crash against the wall with a sickening thud. Thank god we had the presence of mind to bring along our doctor who after a thorough examination, said that they were in shock, and had some sever bone brakes, but that after a stay in the hospital they would be fine. We of course paid the entire bill, and still send a regular stipend to poor Killer Klondike, who refuses to wrestle any more, and sees a psychiatrist for what they believe to be an irrational fear of little girls. I looked a her incredulously, and noting my skepticism she asked, "don't you believe the story." "Not to doubt you Peggy, but don't you think that its a bit far fetched? The man was a professional wrestler, almost seven feet tall, four hundred pounds, and obviously one of the strongest of men. And your asking me to believe that an eleven year old girl, who barely weighed in at ninety five pounds, could use him as a sling shot." Looking at me pityingly she simply explained that that little girl was of hoistess stock. Continuing she said, that poor man had as much chance against that little girl, as you my dear Paul would have against a rampaging elephant. It seemed as if the time just flew by. She was a dream come true, not just because she was a hoistess, and unimaginably powerful, although to a man such as I this would have been enough. But there was a sweetness and warmth about her, and I realized that I had fallen in love. I told her of my love and she fluffed it off with a sweet little joke about me being suicidal. As I started to explore our relationship, I was interrupted by the clanging of a bell. She smiled at me and explained, that I was in luck, and that that bell was the warning signal for a monthly ceremony called the honoring. Before I could ask her about it, she excused herself, saying that she had to leave, and would see me very soon. She told me to follow the crowd, and left me in a hurry. Every one was walking in the same general direction, and I did as she had bid me, and just followed the crowd. As I followed everyone, men as well as hoistesses, I saw my friend Harry up ahead, and raced to catch up with him. I clutched his arm, and asked him what was going on. His face was lit up in pure delight, and he said, "Paul your in luck, this is the greatest ceremony that you can imagine. Just follow me and be prepared for the treat of a lifetime." I started to ask him what was it all about, but he fluffed it off, with a just follow me and you will find out. We came to what seemed to be a theater, with double doors. Everyone was entering this auditorium, but a cute little hoistess was handing out envelopes to the men as they entered. I received my envelope, and we entered and took a seat. There was room for about one hundered in the seats. The hoistesses were not sitting down, but filling up on to the stage, and lining up in the rear, I could see Peggy, about in the middle of the group.As I looked around I could see the excitement on the faces of the men. As things started to quiet down, The middle aged women hoistess Sally entered, went to stage center, and began to speak. "Ladies and gentlemen, the time has come for our monthly honoring ceremony. Hoistess Suzy will you please hand me the ballots. The pretty little girl who had handed each man an envelope, came forth, walking as would a ballet dancer. She carried a box and held it out for Sally to choose a lot. With a florish she reached in and brought forth a slip of paper, which she unfolded . She then called out, number thirty two. I whispered to Harry, "gee I hope I win a turkey." " He answered me softly, The only turkey here is you, now shut up and watch." All the men opened their envelopes eagerly, and I saw disappointment written on many faces, including Harry's. She repeated the number a second time, and as I looked around, I felt Harry's elbow in my side. " He asked through clenched teeth if I had opened my envelope, and remarked that I was a lucky bastard, and probably had the number thirty two. With shaking fingers I fumbled at my letter, and finally opened it. Reaching in with trembling hand, I drew out the ballot and opened it. Number thirty two hit me right in the face, showing it to Harry, he snorted disgustedly and said, "stand up you lucky schmuck." Whats this all about, I asked him, but he just indicated that I stand. I rose shakily to my feet, and hoistess Sally spotting me standing there, checked a list that she held, and said, "Mr Paul Johnson I believe." I shook my head in the affirmative, and she called out loudly, "behold the honored one." The men applauded politely, but the hoistesses lined up at the rear of the stage cheered wildly. I just stood there in a daze. Sally called out, will the honored ones hoistess please prepare him for the ceremony. Beautiful Peggy came from her place in line, walking as had Suzy, in the exaggerated steppes of the ballet. She walked off stage, and returned in a few seconds, carrying a large blanket in her arms. She came from the rear of the stage to the front, and down the steps into the audience. As she approached me I unaccountably, started to shake with emotion, although I hadn't a clue about what was about to happen. When she stood at my side, there was absolute quite, as she unfolded the blanket. I stood quietly hardly breathing. She smiled at me, reassuringly. Then she folded the blanket around me pulling it tightly as she wrapped it around my body. She folded and tucked the ends in, reminding me of a baby being swaddled. I tried to move and found that just as an infant is unable to move when swaddled, neither could I. I felt the beginnings of panic, and looked at her for reassurance. She winked and nodded her head and I felt fine. Looking deeply into my eyes, she reached down to find my thigh hidden in the blanket. Gripping it, she placed her hand through the blanket to where my chest would be. I looked at her trustingly, and pantomiming a kiss she raised me suddenly to her shoulders, then with one easy motion she lifted me high over her head. Looking down from above, I experienced no fear, but knew for a certainty that I was safe in her arms. She pirouetted, displaying my helpless body for all to see. "Behold the honored one, she called out loudly." Hoistess Sally said, "remove the honored one and prepare him for the ceremony." She carried me towards the rear of the theater, still walking in ritualized fashion. As she exited she lowered me and cradled me next to her breast. She walked quickly down the corridor, and entered the first door that we came to. The room was small and contained only a table and a few chairs. Peggy put me down very gently, as if I were a precious article. She removed the blanket and I was able to finally move around. Placing me on a chair, she explained that this was a singular honor, and that I was indeed very lucky to have been selected. She explained that every man in the audience would give a great deal to be in my place. "One more thing she said, no matter what happens in the next few hours , it is very important to maintain your cool. You must appear unruffled, and stoic." Well this didn't help my anxiety level, and I asked her what in the world was going to happen to me. She kissed me gently on the lips, and asked me to just trust her. "Besides" she said, every one of the ladies was as competent and as powerful as she, and if I trusted her, then I should also trust them." Well what else was there to do but to go with the flow. She started to remove my clothes, and when I protested, she explained that the honored one always appeared totally naked. "But Peggy I pleaded its so embarrassing, especially if I am the only one without clothes" She laughed tweaking my nose, and asked if I thought that the men in the audience didn't know what I had, and as far as the women, nudity was second nature to them." I said in resignation, "ok, take me to the execution." She laughed and told me that I was a most adorable man, and I said, "does that mean that you love me?" "We will talk after the ceremony, and she swaddled me in the blanket again. As before I couldn't move a muscle, and complained of this. She said that that was the general idea, and added "oh sweety your going to love it. Once again she scooped me up and exiting the room, walked down the corridor, with her breakable burden in tow. Seeing that she wasn't retracing her steps, I asked where we were going. She said, "we would enter from the rear of the stage." When we reached the wings of the stage a hoistess who was watching for us, scurried on stage to tell Sally that all was ready. I heard her announce loudly, "hoistess Peggy, enter with the honored one and let the ceremony begin." Peggy smiled and said , "where on baby" and once again lifted me over her head, and proceeded to enter walking in ballet style. She carried me overhead to the center of the platform, and set me down in the middle of a red circle which was spotlighted. Calling out loudly,"behold the honored one, she ripped the blanket from my body, and I stood naked before everyone. The desire to cover my front was overwhelming, but remembering Peggy's admonition I remained still and just stared straight ahead. She returned to her place in line, and this was the signal for the first hoistess to come forward. Each women walked in the same ritualized fashion as had Peggy. When she reached my side, she called out loudly, "in the name of the hoistess society, I hoistess Patricia honor you, and bending down, she grabbed my ankle in one hand, while the palm of her other hand went under my butt, her middle finger entered my ass, and into my rectum, then she lifted me to her shoulder in upright position, shifted me around to balance me, and quickly lifted me overhead with one hand. I was afraid of falling but she held me secure, and as Peggy had bidden I remained stone faced. She carried me around the stage crying out I honor you, every few steps. When she had made a complete circle, she returned to the red circle and lowered me to the ground. She then bowed and returned to her place, as the second hoistess came towards me. She called out as had the first, and then clutched my genitals in her hand, her fingers going under my ass. Then she cried out in the same fashion as had the first, that she honored me etc. She proceeded to lift me, arm extended straight out. She paraded me about as had the first, and then returned me to my starting point. This went on from hoistess to hoistess, and I was overwhelmed by their unimaginable strength. However I was getting used to it, and failed to see what Peggy had warned about keeping my cool no matter what. That is until hoistess number fifteen. She called out the ritual greeting as had all the women, then reaching down to clutch my ankle, I thought that she would lift me as had the first. She did no such thing, as I should have known, as no hoistess had repeated a lift. She merely lifted, her arm up above her head. This maneuver ended with me upside down, hanging from her arm like a plucked chicken. I almost lost it right there, and only a supreme effort kept me from crying out in fear. Now I was on my guard, and thought that nothing could surprise me. Oh how wrong I was. Everything went along fine with me enjoying myself, what could be more exciting for a lift and carry man then this ceremony. But then Oh God there was number thirty two. Was there ever number thirty two. It started quite innocently as had most of the other lifts. Announcing that she was hoistess Sandra, she reached down, and grasping me by the ankle lifted straight up as had number fifteen. I hung suspended upside down as before, but since no one had repeated a lift, I knew that something else was going to happen. Then much to my horror she began to spin me around her head. Her arm moved faster and faster, and the momentum of the spin started to raise my body up, higher and higher. As her arm moved faster, I found my body spinning around over her head in a horizontal position. I bit my tongue in horror, and dug my fingers into the palms of my hand, in order not to cry out. She wasn't finished yet. When she felt that I had gained maximum momentum, in my trip around her head, she started to spin me up and down. First my defenseless body shot straight up, so that I was in a standup position, and the next instant I was catapulted down so that my head almost hit the ground. To say that I was terrified would be the understatement of the year. As she spun me around in this fashion, it was all that I could do to keep from crying out, to keep from begging her to stop, to plead for mercy. I thought of the story of the wrestler Killer Klondike, and the little girl who had spun him like a sling shot, and I understood his fright. The only thing that kept me from crying out, was prayer. As I spun through the air, I recited the lords prayer, the thirty second psalm, and every other prayer that I could think of. A horrible thought came to me. What if she should lose her grip on my ankle? If my body was traveling vertically at the time, I would certainly fly straight up and crash into the ceiling. If I was horizontal, then I would smash into a wall. And if I was waist high at the time, then I could be catapulted into the audience, to land on some poor hapless male. It seemed to last an eternity, though I logically knew that only a minute or two had passed, before she was finished. Mercifully she put me back inside the red circle, and then amazingly she bowed before me and kissed my feet. Then I heard the thunderous noise of applause and cheering. All the men were standing in their seats yelling, and the hoistesses were screaming bravo. I felt like an operatic tenor after an aria. This ovation went on for at least five minutes, while remembering Peggy admonition, I remained stone faced. After this excitement, the remaining lifts where anticlimactic. When the entire rotation was complete, Hoistess Sally, the mistress of ceremonies, came to my side. She grabbed my crotch, and lifted me over her head with one hand. Walking to stage center, she announced, "this man has brought us great honor. We acclaim his bravery, and are honored to welcome him into our society as a permanent member." Then she called out loudly, "hoistess Peggy step forward and collect your ward." My darling stepped forward and gathered me into her arms. She put me down, and placed the blanket around me once again. Then she lifted me triumphantly overhead, and called out loudly, "this man is mine for the evening", and exited off stage . She carried me out of the auditorium, and once again lowered me to cradle me in her arms. She quickly walked through the halls, and up a flight of stairs. I hadn't seen this part of the house. She walked down the hallway, and finally chose a door and entered. The room was beautifully furnished, with a kingsize bed against a wall at the far end of it. It was about twenty five by thirty five feet. Putting me down on the floor, she removed the blanket from my naked body. Looking deeply into my eyes, she said "you were magnificent, and I am so proud to be your hoistess. Do you realize that no man has ever behaved with such bravery and dignity during the honoring." Peggy I said, "If bravery means that I almost shit in my pants, then I am brave. If bravery is bitting my tongue, and digging my nails into the palms of my hands, to keep from screaming out and begging Sandra to stop twirling me around her head, then I am courageous." I showed her the recent scars in my hand. "If bravery is reciting every prayer that I could think of, and imploring God to make sure that her hand didn't lose control of my ankle, then I was fearless." She looked deeply into my eyes and said, " my sweet one, don't you know that courage isn't the absence of fear, but the control of it. The fact that you can admit your fear and refuse to take credit, where another man would remain silent and just except the plaudits of his bravery, just makes me admire you all the more. I love you my adorable little man." My heart turned handsprings and I said that if she felt as I did, then we should get married. Putting her hands around my waist and pursing her lips in a kissing motion, she lifted me suddenly off the floor, and I assumed that she was going to kiss me. Her back was to the large bed, and I also pursed my lips for a kiss. Instead she threw me backwards over her head, and I flew about twenty feet to land in the middle of the bed. I lay there in shock, as she ran to the bed and diving in, grabbed my ankles, laughing playfully, slowly began to pull me towards her mouth. She brought her hands underneath me and cupped my ass. "Gotcha" she said and lifted me towards her mouth. Them chuckling evilly, she hurled me bodily towards the ceiling. I came within two inches of it, and fell into her waiting arms. Still in a state of shock I said," Peggy I ask for your hand in marriage, and this is what you do to me?" "My little cherub", She answered, "I just want you to see what it's like being married to a hoistess." Well I already knew what it was like, hadn't I undergone the honoring? I told this to her, but she shook her head sadly saying that such a thing was impossible. "Why is it impossible, you love me and I love you, what else is needed?" "My darling" she continued, "do you remember the story about the little girl Clair and Killer Klondike? Do you understand what could happen to you if we should quarrel as do most couples, and I become angry and lose the discipline?" Clair was just a novitiate I said, and didn't understand her own strength, "but you my darling are a full fledged hoistess, and in complete control. No Peggy you would never hurt me." She answered "I would never deliberately harm you, but if I somehow accidently did, I could never live with myself. "Look Paul, do you know that the club is only opened for forty eight hours, from Friday night till Sunday night. Do you know why? I shook my head in the negative. "Because that is about all the time that we are able to control our strength, discipline or no. After that we have to return to the cloister for special heavy contact sports with each other, meditation, and a renewal of the discipline. Do you realize that when we socialize with you darling men, we are using only about five percent of our strength? Do you understand just how taxing that kind of control can be?" I shook my head in awe and said, "just five percent my God." She continued, "don't you see that living with you outside of the cloister would put you in extreme danger. I could accidently kill you while making love, or just in love play, and not even know until it was too late. If we had an argument and I hit out in anger I could break every bone in your body without even meaning to." "Peggy there must some way," I said. "I am thirty years old and thought that I was happy, but since I've met you I realize that my life was sterile, and humdrum. I can't live without you and I don't want to try." She said that she felt the same way, but because she loved me so much, she just couldn't see her way to putting my life in such danger, besides it was unheard of among the hoistess society. "Unheard of unshmeard of, don't make me go back to a life without you my Peggy. Besides its my life and if I want to live dangerously thats my business." "Your a stubborn little guy aren't you?" She said. "Do I have to throw you around the room some more to knock some sense into your thick skull?" "My darling , you could do anything you wanted to my poor helpless body," I answered. Throw me to the ceiling, bounce me off the walls, use me for a slingshot, I have already had the pleasure of that little escapade thank you. I adore you and I don't intend to live without you." Tears welled up in her eyes, as she hugged me tightly to her. She kissed me long and hard, squeezing me so hard to her mouth that I had to beg for mercy. She said laughing through shining eyes, that if we were going to live together, I would have to be begging her mercy a great deal. I said that it was my pleasure, and that I was very good at it. "We will need to be near the compound, so that I can get a fix whenever I feel the discipline slipping away." " Sweety why don't we build a house near the cloister? I make a good salary and can afford it. How about a place within one half mile of your compound. Then you can take the car and be there in a few minutes." She said that it could work but no marriage just yet, first a trial run" I was elated and kissed her tenderly. She returned the kiss not quite so tenderly and I thought that was one of the adjustments that I would have to make, that is being the weak one in our arrangement. The house was built within two months, and we moved in immediatly. Our life together was ideal. Her strength didn't matter to me, in fact I doted on it. She in turn being a hoistess was used to her role as the dominant partner, the protecter of the household if you will. Our love play was warm and wonderful if unusual. One day after she had called me her little one for perhaps the hundredth time, I asked her why she referred to me in that fashion. "Peggy I am six foot two, and two hundred and fifty pounds, while you are about five foot seven, and couldn't possibly weigh more then one hundred and thirty five pounds. So my little adorable one who is big and who is small?" She smiled captivatingly with mischief in her eyes. I knew enough to expect the unexpected. "Yes my big strong man your right ," and she came close and spread her arms to embrace me. Her left arm encircled my waist, and she leaned forward with her mouth turned upward to kiss me. As quick as a cobra her right hand went between my legs, to grip my genitals, and groin. I knew that I was going up, way up. I yelled , "Peggy cut it out," and then my breath was taken away as I was literally thrown upwards. I found myself over her head, held by one arm, I lost my balance and my head and legs fell so that I was hanging around her arm. I hung from her hand defenselessly, knowing that while this wasn't the first time that she had done this to me, it wouldn't be the last. Sighing in resignation I said "ok Peg what do you want?" 'Why nothing angel face, just an honest appraisal of the situation. Who is hanging powerlessly over whose head?" She shook me a bit to emphasize her point. "I am hanging over your head my darling and there is not a thing that I can do about it." " Good boy" she said. And what little five foot seven one hundred and thiry five pound women is doing this to you?" Once again she shook me, I suppose to encourage the proper answer. "My magnificent lady, it is you and only you who are doing this to me." Wonderful she said, " give a little boy the proper encouragement and see what he can accomplish. So now who is the big strong one, and who is the little weak one in this relationship.? "My darling magnificent one, you are the big strong one, and I am just a little pimple." Laughing she said, "lets not go overboard now.? " Can I come down now, my groin is starting to ache." She ignored me, saying that she could go for a nice hot cup of coffee, and I would like one. It would hit the spot I said, but I would have trouble drinking in my present position. She ignored my plight, while I hung patiently over head. What else was there for me to do but be patient . Using her free hand, she filled two cups with water and put them in the microwave oven. When they were hot enough for coffee, she handed the bottle of instant coffee up to me and said, "here my big strong man open the bottle for your little helpless lady" Laughing I opened the bottle and said, "now can I come down, pretty please with sugar on top?" She lowered me ever so slowly, savoring my slow decent as did I. Finally she placed me in the chair next to her. " Would you like a cookie with your coffee little one?" "You are really enjoying this aren't you Peggy?" "Yes I am, how about you?" "And how my darling, and how." This was just a sample of our life together. Sex with her was simply unbelievable . Nothing can compare to intercourse while being held in mid air. And what can equal being held overhead while the object of your affection preforms fellatio upon you? Just the thought of it can bring me to orgasm. She was that rare combination of beauty, sensuality, sweetness, and overwhelming terrifying power. What an aphrodisiac she was. Everything was just wonderful until the day of the fateful party. We had been living in bliss for four months, not seeing anybody except for our weekly outings to the club. I went to work every day, but Peggy could not enter my society as she had explained to me before. Her only opportunity to socialize with anyone besides myself, was at the club with the members and the other hoistesses. So when she suggested a party I immediately agreed. Of course the only people who could be invited were hoistesses and their escorts. We invited ten couples including my friend Harry and his pretty little Ann. Sally came as did Sandra. I was a little fearful of inviting her, remembering what she had done to me at the honoring. Peggy explained that my fears were silly, and that what she had done, had been done to every man who had been honored. It was evidently a test of courage. "And besides my sweet, every hoistess has done it to a man, including yours truly, and not just one time." "Poor slobs" I said. "You don't seem to be negatively affected," she said hugging me. Everyone arrived on time, and I must say that the party was a success for the most part. We were all compatible since every man there loved powerful women as did I. We were informed that Peggy and I were the talk of the compound, and a test case. If we could make a go of it, then perhaps the taboo against the marriage of a hoistess would be erased. Peggy and I circulated with our guests, offering drinks, food, and conversation. Peggy eyes were shinning with joy, and I thought how marvelous she was, and how easy to make her happy. She was the light of my life. The only thing that made me uneasy was Sandra, who keep following me around trying to ge t my attention. I knew that I was being rude and ridiculous in my efforts to stay clear of her, but I just couldn't help it. She was the one who had scared the shit out of me, and even though it wasn't personal, I just couldn't help it. She gave me the shakes. Finally after a while I stopped to rest and was staring out of the living room picture window at the beautiful forest scenery. I felt an arm encircle my waist in a friendly gesture. Sandra said, "You certainly have chosen a beautiful spot for your house." I thanked her and said that it was necessary to be here so close to the compound. I excused myself and said that I had to be a good host. Sandra said that everybody looked just fine, and wasn't she a guest also? With that she squeezed my waist a little harder, not enough to cause me any pain, but enough to let me know that I wasn't going anywhere just yet. Well I had enough experience to know that when a hoistess wanted you to stay put, you had no other choice but to do just that. "You know Paul, I have been wanting to tell you just how much I admired the way that you behaved at the honoring. You were extraordinary. No man has handled it quite so well. Such control, and aplomb. Such dignity and restraint." I thanked her but said,"you know Sandra , maybe it appeared that I was fearless, but I almost shit my pants. Look at my palms, scars from my nails. Dug in to keep from crying out. I must apologize for the way that I have been avoiding you, but I have a great deal of trouble forgetting what I went through at your hands." I hurriedly added, "oh I know that it wasn't personal, but I just can't help it. You scare the shit out of me." She laughed kindly and said that my feelings were perfectly natural, and when enough time elapsed she hoped that we could be friends. Friends I said, shaking her hand. "You know Paul," she continued "everyone was so impressed at your bravery. I just bet that you would make a wonderful candidate for the hurling." Suddenly a pall settled over the party. Looking around I saw that all of the girls were staring at us, the men wide eyed in wonder. Then as one the women's gaze turned to Peggy, who was coming from the kitchen, loaded up with food and drink. She stared at us while lowering the food to a table. She was on us like a flash. Grasping my waist in both of her hands, she lifted me off of my feet and spun me around. Setting me down behind her, she stood face to face with Sandra. I said, "Peg what's the matter." She turned to me and snarled, "shut up, just shut up. " I shut. Or perhaps I should say, I shit. Facing Sandra, Peggy's face in her face, she said, "how dare you mention the hurling in my house." Sandra said defensively, "he was so brave at the honoring ,I just thought that it was time to reinstate the custom. You know Peg we as a group have been deprived of it for too long. We need it." "Not with my man you don't. Besides you know perfectly well that its been outlawed for forty years now. Please do not mention it again." Sandra apologized saying, "ok Peggy please forgive me, it won't happen again. After that outburst things went rapidly downhill. We tried valiantly to keep the party going, but a pall had been cast on the party, and everyone seemed to be walking on egg shells. Conversation became strained, and one by one people started to leave, making one excuse or another. When all were gone, Peggy and I quietly started to clean up. When we were halfway through, I bent down and started to nuzzle her neck. "Peg what's the hurling?" I asked softly. She put her arms around me and kissed me sweetly. Suddenly my feet left the floor, and I found myself facing the ceiling, stretched out on her right shoulder. "Peggy cut it out" I bellowed. She ran with me in tow into the bedroom and launched me through the air, and on to the bed. Leaping after me, she pulled me toward her and kissed me passionately. "I'm going to eat you up alive, she growled grr" and she was so cute that I started to laugh, and cried help help, the big bad lady is going to violate my poor defenseless body." I knew that this was a stalling action, but what could a mere man do against a hoistess, so why not enjoy the moment. There would be other opportunities to get the desired information, and deep down I wasn't so sure that I wanted to know. What the hell had upset her so, and what did she mean, not with her man." That night was one of animated and uninhibited sex. She used me as her sex toy, plunging me in and out of her vagina. She laughed as she held both of my ankles in one of her hands, and swung me back and forth like a pendulum. Screaming wildly she said "grab my thighs and service me now, if you don't want to become my little clock. I said, "shit Peg all you have to do is ask, as I clutched her buttocks and plunged my tongue into her love canal." She screamed, "what a great little fucker you are," as she encircled my penis with her warm mouth. Then holding the back of my head with one hand and my ass with the other, she pushed me further into her virgina, while pushing my cock deeper into her mouth. I am not ashamed to admit that I wept with passion that night , for the first time in my life. That night I fell asleep on top of her, with my cock still inserted in her box, my hands carressing her breasts. The last words I heard that night were "I love you, my sweet little helpless man." The next morning after breakfast I broached the subject again. "Peggy won't you tell me about the hurling ? Pretty please with sugar on top." She ignored my pleas and handing me my coat, said "It's getting late darling, go to work and make me a living." I knew that she certainly didn't need any of my money, as the hoistess society is extremely wealthy, and the girls get whatever they need. Sighing I kissed her goodby and left for the day. That night I tried again, and she started to scoop me up in her arms again with her avoidance tactics. This time I wasn't to be denied and started yelling for her to stop. "Peggy this is not going to work, put me down! " Lowering me to the ground she sighed and said "ok I suppose that I do owe you an explaination." She sat down in a chair, and said" come here baby, sit on Mommys lap and get confortable, this will take a while. The hurling is the ultimate sporting event that the hoistess can engage in. It's both tremendously physical as well as intensely sensual. It's so satisfying for us, that it almost competes with the discipline in allowing us easy control of our strength. The physical demands and the sexual release achieved through the completion of a session, has always made control of our powers much easier. I said, "so whats the problem, it sounds great, just the thing we need. Sandra was right about you needing it." "Don't interupt, I'm not finished yet." she said. "Actually it's nothing more then an extended game of catch.We have a specially built field just for this purpose. It's in the form of a square. Six hundred yards by six hundred yards. All forty girls spread out all over the field. A missile is then thrown from one girl to another. The object is to surprise each other with subterfuge, that is to aim the object at one hoistess and throw at another. Dropping it is extremely rare, as every hoistess is endowed with super reflexes. The missile is hurled from one hundred yards to six hundred. at speeds upwards of one hundred miles an hour. Sometimes the object is curved, like a baseball. Other times it is hurled upwards like a high fly ball. Five hundred yards high is not at all unusual." Wow I breathed, "but Peg it seems quite harmless to me, what's the problem?" She looked at me and sighed softly, "don't you get it yet?" And then it hit me like a thunder bolt, and I said in horror, "oh God the missile is a man." She shook her head yes, and I was glad that I was sitting in her lap held tightly in her mighty arms. I started to shake like a leaf. She held me close rocking me back and forth like a frightened child. "My God, My God" I said and I felt a horrible chill travel down my spine. "Who the hell would volunteer for such a thing" I asked, still shaking in shock. Her answer amazingly was just about every man at the club, yours truly included. I shook my head vehemently, "no way, and not under any circumstances" I assured her. "Good she said, but I could see that she was not at all convinced. "Besides" I added "all the man has to do if he found it to frightening was to ask them to stop." She shook her head and added,"not possible. Once the game was in process it couldn't be halted until it had reached it's logical conclusion." "What do you mean they can't stop. What kind of people are they?" She said, "good people. You see my darling it's a blood sport with us. We become so intense and excited, that it's like a trance. We don't see or hear the poor man any more, he becomes just another missile, a baseball a football to us, and there is no stopping no matter how much the poor dear begs and cries. And believe me, they do beg and cry." "So why was it outlawed, were their accidents?" "A number she said, not many but enough. No man ever died thank the lord, but there were broken backs, spines, pelvises and the like. Worse yet were the broken spirits, and the flights into insanity." The last man to undergo the hurling is still alive and in an asylum. We of course see to his treatment. We hope for his recovery but it seems hopeless after forty years. We have provided him with around the clock care. but the only attendents that don't seem to cause him any panic are men. Nurses orderlies and doctors, all male. He can't tolerate women. The sight of one sets him off. When a women comes near he starts begging, don't hurl me, O God please don't hurl me." "How horrible" I exclaimed. Don't worry about me volunteering, a man would have to be nuts to agree to be hurled." She agreed. "Glad to hear you say that." That night I had a horrible nightmare. I dreamt that I was being hurled. It was terrifying. The women were throwing me around life a football. The velocity of each toss became faster and faster. Before long I was screaming and begging for mercy, but no one seemed to hear me. I had trouble breathing, as I was launched from woman to women. Suddenly I was hurled upward toward the sky. I flew higher and higher. In my dream I imagined that I would enter the stratosphere and die from lack of oxygen. Then I found myself plunging earthward. I looked down and saw much to my horror an empty field. I screamed bloody murder, just as I was hitting the ground. I awoke still screaming. I was sitting on Peggy's lap her arms tightly around me. She rocked me back and forth, and said, "hush my darling it's all right, I have you, it was just a dream." I started to tell her about it, but she related it to me as if she knew the script. "Peggy" I said in wonder " how did you know? Your discription is almost exactly as I dreamt ." "Once a man hears about the hurling, they start to have these dreams, and all the dreams are amazingly alike. Now maybe you begin to understand why I was so reluctant to tell you about the hurling." "Peg it was so scarry, if that dream has any basis in reality, then you have no fears about me volunteering my services." She said softly, "I hope not my sweet, I hope not," and I thought that , that last I hope not had a hint of warning in it. She was right about the repetition of the dream. It was exactly as before, right down to the end. Once again I awoke in her lap. "Peggy" I said, are you staying awake to watch me?" "It's ok my sweet, I need to be nearby when you wake." I told her that she needed sleep as well as I, superwoman or not. She assured me that she got enough sleep while I was at work. It happened again the third night, but I noticed a lessening of fear, coupled with an enigmatic feeling of sexual arousal. The fourth night the fear was markedly decreased, while the feelings of sexuality were definitely stronger. Peggy could not help but notice. She said ominously,"Paul I warn you, you are not going to do this thing." I asked why she was speaking to me in this manner, didn't I say that I would not volunteer for the hurling? She answered bitingly, "your mouth says no no," and she grabbed hold of my throbbing penis, "but your cock says lets go." I laughed and threw my arms around her, saying "yes my scarry little superwomen. "This is no joke you weakling, I will break you in half if you even suggest that your going to change your mind." "Jesus Peg your scaring me, I know what you can do if you have a mind to. I never thought that you would threaten to hurt me." "Well now you know, see to it that you don't disappoint me." I said, "I get it Peg, if I decide to kill myself, you will break my neck hurrying the process." I thought that this little joke would lighten the atmosphere, but she said "this is no laughing matter, remember what I said if you know what's good for you." Well now I was really frightened. I knew that she was acting this way for my own good, but after all she was a hoistess, and could very well break me in two with one finger. The next ten nights were horrifying. I was becoming more and more aroused, and less and less able to control my desire to participate in the hurling. I wanted to call Sandra up and start the ball rolling, but my terror of my lover overruled such a precipitate action. By the end of three weeks, I couldn't control myself any more, in spite of my fear of Peggy. That morning I told her of my decision. I apologized for disobeying her, but I had no control of the situation any longer. She looked at me harshly and said, "you will not do this thing. I know that it's difficult, but we will work it out together." "Peggy I said, I have been trying to control this thing for three weeks now. It's impossibe, I can't help myself, I have to do it." "I said no she repeated," and she stood in front of me and the telephone, with her arms folded, ready to move at any time. "Honey I know that you could stop me from doing anything that you wanted, but will you stay with me twenty four hours a day?" She grabbed me by my belt, and lifted me off of my feet, holding me at arms length. Then she carried me to the book case and removed a bible from it. She said, "I know that you are a believer. Swear on this bible that you will not do this thing." "Peggy please I can't do that, I'm not able to fufill that promise, nor do I want to, now put me down." One more chance she said, swear! I shook my head and yelled for her to put me down." "I warned you she said ominously." Suddenly she grabbed my shirt and ripped it from my body. I was speechless. She clutched my pants and with one sharp pull, ripped it from my impotent frame, my underwear going along for the ride. Now except for the belt with which she held me, I was totally naked and as powerless as an infant. "Last chance she screamed in rage." I said nothing because there was nothing to say. Then my body was spun up around and down, to land on her other arm, face down, my stomach upon her lower arm. My head hung down as did my feet much to my horror, I was resting on her arm a few feet off the ground, my ass sticking up in the air waiting for her to strike. Now too late I realized that I was in dire peril. I was sure that the discipline had slipped away from her, and these next few seconds could be my last. I wanted to scream, "please Peggy I am sorry I promise not to volunteer for the hurling." But all that came out was, "please Peggyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy." The first blow was so intense as to be indescribable. The only thing that comes to mind was being hit by a mac truck. The pain was so intense, that it shorted out my pain receptors, and I started to become numb all over. Even my tongue felt as if it had swollen in my mouth. Speaking became difficult, but I knew that I had to get to her and beg her to stop before it was too late. I yelled Peggy not againnnnnnnnnnnn. Being hit by a locomotive was not to much of an exaggeration. I knew that death was very near, and the only thing left was to pray. I asked him who watches over all, " Oh Lord, please return the discipline to her." I don't know how many more blows I received, probably no more then two or three, and then there was blessed oblivion. I was laying on a raft in the middle of the ocean. Waves were softly lapping at my raft. creating a pleasant rocking motion. It was pitch black and I couldn't see a thing. I lay there feeling very relaxed. straining my eyes to see something, anything. And then in the very left hand corner of the blackness, a tiny patch of white could be seen. I concentrated on the patch of white and it started to enlarge. When it had absorbed a fifth of the blackness, I heard the muffled sound of moaning. I felt disoriented and uninvolved. I continued to hear the sound. When a fourth of the black had been replaced by the white, the sound became much clearer. It was a women moaning and crying. I became curious and listened more carefully. As the white overtook the black, I heard words emanating from the woman. She was weeping bitterly and saying, "Oh God what have I done, please my darling live, breathe. Oh, Oh what will I do without him? How will I ever forgive myself. She sounded so pitiful that my heart went out to her. I wanted to comfort her, to take her in my arms and tell her it would be allright. And then the white covered one half of the black, and I knew that the women was my Peggy, and that I wasn't laying on any raft, but was being rocked back and forth in her mighty arms. I looked up to see her sweet face covered with tears. They were falling copiously down her cheeks, bathing me with their healing balm. I wanted to comfort her. I tried to talk but my throat would not obey my brain. I tried harder. Finally I managed a croaking "Peggy don't cry I am all right." The joy that was evident on her face was reward enough to last me a lifetime. She cried "Oh God, thank you, thank you." She hugged me tightly, and I had to tell her to be careful, that I might break, especially now." "Oh I'm so sorry baby" she said. She put me down gently on the bed, and proceeded to examine my bruised body. She examined me from head to toe, and I luxuriated in her attention. "Peggy I'm fine, nothing broken" Thank heavens" she said, and hugged and kissed me again and again. "I almost killed you she said. You must never anger me that way again." "Baby" I said, "I never want to go through that again. If I anger you, beat the crap out of me immediately, before the discipline is lost." For the next ten days, Peggy took care of me as if I were a baby. She wouldn't let me walk, not that I could if I wanted to. The first time that I had to urinate, she reached between my legs from the rear, and gripped my penis. Then she carried me to the toilet, my ass resting on the palm of her hand. She directing my schlong while holding me off the ground, so that I didn't have to get on my feet. "Go ahead and urinate" she said. "Peggy this is too much, its so embarrassing." "Who are you embarrased for" she asked. If I can't help you when you are so dependent who will? Now stop your bellyaching and make a pee pee for mommy." "Jesus," I said, "your too much." "Maybe to much for you my little weak one, now make a pee pee, and she shook me playfully, but not too hard. "I may have trouble going, this is a very unusual situation you know." "So, she said, do you think that I will have trouble supporting your weight, for as long as necessary?" "No my darling, I have complete confidence in you, after all your a hoistess," I said laughling. "Damn right " she said. I continued to improve daily, and after three weeks had gone by I felt as good as new. "I feel fine, tomorrow I think I am going back to work, " I informed her. The next day after breakfast I started to dress. She kissed me and told me she was delighted that I had made such a rapid recovery. Then she went to the closet and took down her suitcase, and began to pack. I was bewildered and asked her what she thought she was doing. "It was wonderful while it lasted, I have never been so happy, but now its over" she informed me. I was in shock. "Darling" I said, "you don't have to do this, everything is wonderful. I adore you. Please Peggy stay." She sighed and said, "boy are you a slow learner. Don't you realize just how close to death you came. I did this to you. Aren't you even a little bit afraid that the next time will be fatal?" How could you even dream of living with a person who can destroy you in a hearts beat." "Peggy please I said, there won't be a next time." "Oh really, and just how are you going to manage this feat" " I am going to be very careful" I added. "I am going to submerge my macho inclinations. From now on you are the boss, the dominant one. I will be totally passive. I have no other choice anyway. If I see just one sign of stress in you, I will run like hell. If you tell me to jump, I will ask how high. Please darling don't destroy what we have here. " I was desperate. I didn't care what the danger was, all I could see was that I would be losing my darling. I fell to my knees and throwing my arms around her ankles, I pleaded with her not to leave me. I said, "my angel, I worship and adore you, please stay." She asked, "is that what you call worshiping." Well I hadn't been living with her for all these months, not to understand her moods. She was kidding me, and that was the first sign of hope that I had heard. I felt elated, and continued. "No my Peg, your right, that is not worthy of you. How about this. I kiss the ground that you walk on, and I thank the Lord every day that you deign to stay with me." "Boy how uncreative," she replayed. "You will have to do much better then that. "Stand up and face me," she said. I did as she bid smiling with joy. She said, "wipe that smirk off of your face, that's not a very respectful way to stand before a goddess." "Yes my goddess" I answered trying hard not to laugh. She bent forward from the waist, with her palms facing upwards and said, put your hands on my head." "What?" I exclaimed. "Do you dare to question a goddess?" She was so cute. "No my queen" I replied, and did as she said, biting my tongue to keep from laughing. "Place your knees on the palms of my hands." "huh ?" was all the remark that I could make to that request, or perhaps I should say,to that order. She shook her pretty little head and pursed her lips in exasperation, as if I were the dumbest schmuck in creation. "Let me spell it out for you, pea brain. The left knee goes on the right palm, and the right knee goes on the left palm. Is that simple enough for you dummy?" "Yes Oh mighty one" I answered" almost spitting in her face with suppressed laughter. I did as she said. "Now lift your feet off of the ground." Well she is a hoistess and my weight is of no consequence to her, so I did it. She straightened up and I found myself, kneeling on the palms of her hands, my knees at her waist. "Worship, worship" she said. So I indulged her. "Oh mighty one" I intoned. Magnificent creature of every man's dreams." And then to my amazement she started to dance around the room, carrying my helpless body with her, perched upon the palms of her hands. I stopped intoning, and said, "what the hell are you doing to me?" "Worship, worship" she said. So I continued. "Creature of beauty, goddess of power." Well would you believe it, she started to sing. The tune was that stupid song Lady of Spain, the one that accordionists play at amateur hours. I yelled over my laughter, "Peggy what are you doing to this poor helpless male?" "Never mind" she said, giggling like a little girl. "Your job is to worship me and be defenseless, mine is to use you as I see fit. Is that clear my little powerless one?" "Anything you say my goddess" I answered. "So what the hell are you waiting for " she said, "worship me." "Oh grand and noble women, man's eternal desire" I continued. Well she wasn't finished with me yet. Much to my horror, she spread her arms apart, and then brought them together. She did this over and over again, effectively spread eagling and unspread eagling me, if there is such a word. She was accordioning me. I cried out "Peg think of what you are doing to me please." She was laughing uncontrollably. All she could say at the incongruous situation was the same old, " worship, worship." As she danced and sang and spread eagled poor me, she became increasingly more and more exited. I on the other hand became more and more anxious, as I felt myself being spread wider and wider apart. I yelled in fear at the thought that she could tear me apart, and not even realize that she was doing it. I thought quickly, what could I do to get her attention before she did to me what King Solomon of Bible fame, didn't do to the baby. I said, "Oh mighty and omnipotent goddess, if it be your will to split this unworthy male in two, then I as your supplicant accept my fate. If on the other hand it is your wish to keep me in one piece, as is also my humble desire, then I will be eternally grateful. My fate is in your hands." Well that stopped her thank the lord. "Poor little darlin" she said. "You see what I mean about a hoistess and a normal man living together? I become a little playful, and see what happens to my little baby." "I would hate to see you when your not feeling playful" I said. Sweeping me up and into her arms, she hugged and caressed me, and brought my mouth to her breast. As I suckled, she ran her fingers through my hair. "Poor helpless thing" she said. What can I do to make you happy." I asked mischievously, "is it ravish time yet?" Laughing she ran into the bedroom, and launched me through the air and on to the bed. She jumped my helpless bones and said, "just a little sample of what it feels like to be hurled, my little chickadee." She turned me around, my rear in her face. Lifting me above her head she shouted "got you now babe", and slowly lowered me toward her face. When she had me where she wanted me, she plunged her tongue into my ass, and up my rectum. I exploded all over my stomach and down my legs. Tucking me under her arm, she carted me into the bathroom, and entering the shower with me in tow, let the water clean us off. "Now" she said, "it's time for more male molestation." She turned me topsy turvy and shoved my mouth into her vagina. "You know what you have to do now" she told me. I tongued her, hearing her sigh of pleasure. She said, "more, more and licked the insides of my thighs right down to my crotch. I felt her come again and again, as she shook me in wave after wave of pleasure. She took my cock into her mouth and I came with a bang. She took in all of my ejaculation continuing to suck me off. She stopped when I cried with pleasure. That night lasted until I collapsed in exhaustion, moaning "mercy, mercy my superwomam. Unlike you I have limits, please have pity on me." She cradled me protectively, and said, "sleep my sweet one." I curled up in her protecting arms, and resting my head on her shoulder fell fast asleep. The days flowed by indistinguishable one from another. It was as if we were on our own dessert island. Except for our weekly excursions to the club, we stayed at home enjoying each other in absolute bliss. She was as happy as a lark, but as time went by I thought that I saw a change in her. It was as if she was keeping something from me. "Peg," I asked her," is there something brewing in your pretty little head." She pooed pooed me. "You and your active imagination " she said. Nevertheless I couldn't shake the thought that something was going on. That afternoon I received a call from my office, informing me of an important conference in our San Francisco office. I was to hop a plane the next day. It would take all of a week.We hadn't been away from each other for many months, and I thought that she would be disappointed about my absence. However when I told her, she was delighted. "Peggy" I asked, are you trying to get rid of me. I thought that you would be unhappy to see me go. Is there someone else." "Oh you men are all the same. No there is no one for me but you, my little weak and helpless male. Now be a good boy and go and make me a living. I'll be waiting right here to rape and toss your little bod around when you return to me. The next day I packed, kissed her goodby, and left for the airport. We were still like honeymooners, and a week seemed like a year to me. I resolved to try and speed the conference up as much as was possible. On the plane I wrote two lectures and a presentation. When I arrived at my hotel I finished off a second presentation. The conference went very well, and I was able to convince most of the participants, into working into the late hours of the night. I was on my way back home on the fifth day feeling marvelous. I had planned originally to call Peggy up but I decided to surprise her. On my way back from the airport I was as happy as a lark, and looking forward to seeing my angel. When I was a few miles from home, I thought that I heard a sound that seemed out of place in these country surroundings. It just didn't fit in with the trees and flowers. Puzzled I perked up my attention. What was it I thought, and then it came to me. It was the sound of construction. I was perplexed, who could be building here in the middle of nowhere? I didn't see anything as I drove, but it seemed to be getting louder as I came closer to home. I rounded the bend that led to my property. Suddenly I screeched to a halt. Right in front of me was the construction that I had been hearing for the last few minutes. Exiting my car I was face to face with all types of machinery. Bulldozers, shovels, rakes, trucks spreading dirt, and some kind of contraption that seemed familiar, but which I couldn't quite place at the moment. Many trees had been leveled, and what seemed to be an enormous straight running track had been constructed. As I walked toward the men at work, I noticed that the track was at least 800 to 1000 yards long. One end of it ended just short of the forest, while at the other end was a giant thick wall. It was about one hundred yards wide, by seventy five yards high. I went over to confront the man who seemed in charge. "Sir, I said, could you tell me what's going on here?" "Are you Mr. Johnson" he asked. I shook my head in bewilderment. "Look Mr. I told Mrs. Johnson that it would take a week, and we will keep to our word. She said that it was to be a surprise for you." "What is it? " I asked. He shook his head and said "beats me. Look I am just following your wife's specifications," and he left to continue his work. As I started towards the house, I saw them pouring voluminous amounts of sand up against the constructed wall. They kept it in place by covering it with an enormous piece of material, which plastered the sand up against the wall, from the bottom to just under the top of it. I found her looking out of the picture window in the living room. Her eyes were shining as she watched the men working in delight. When she saw me she was none to happy. "Shoot, this was supposed to be a surprise." "Peg what is this for?" I asked. "Sh, just watch" she said. The workmen started to unload, what seemed to me countless immense feather pillows, from their many trucks. They were at least five feet by four feet in expanse, and extremely dense. They piled them up against the sand, holding them in place with some kind of netting. Peggy assured me that it was made of fiber glass and indestructible. "Marvelous I said, so what's it' for?" She said, "just watch." As the fifth day came to a close, They started driving in large metal supports in the ground in front of the piled up pillows. These supports were surrounded by thick foam rubber. Finally at sundown they started to leave, assuring us that tomorrow would see the completion of the work. What this work was I had no idea.That night I plied Peggy with questions, to which she answered not a one. "My mouth is sealed" she said with a wink. I would just have to wait for tomorrow. Returning early at dawn, they were busy at work once again. While two men worked on the side of the wall with some kind of instrumental gadgetry. the others drew up what seemed to be a giant net, attached from the front pillars to a set of supports at the sides of the wall. It reminded me of the circus, with its giant net set to catch a trapeze artist. When this was in place, they set another one over the first, and then much to my amazement, a third net was constructed, each a few feet over the other. Finally the foreman went over to the controls at the side of the wall. With a touch of a lever, the nets were raised from their present position of horizontal, too various angles, ending up at ninty degrees. They could also be operated independently of each other. Seemingly satisfied he called us out for a demonstration. Setting the net furthest from the wall at a ninty degree angle, he set the next two at slightly lower degrees. Probably eighty, and the third at seventy. He called out "hey Charlie, drive the catapult in place. Now I remembered that I had seen such a machine in movies about ancient warfare. As Charlie drove it in place, that is about two hundred feet from the nets, I saw that it contained a giant boulder cocked and ready to throw. Peg was ecstatic and squeezed my arm affectionately. "Oh isn't this exiciting?" she exclaimed. Then he yelled go, and Charlie stepped down on the controls, propelling the boulder forward, at a rapid pace. It reached the first net almost before I could count one. The net held it in place for a fraction of a second, slowing its acceleration. Then it collapsed downward and fell into the second net, further slowing its velocity. By the time the boulder hit the third net, it was traveling at very slow speeds. Finally the third gave way and the boulder landed in the pillows as soft as a feather. Suddenly it hit me. "Oh my God Peggy your going to hurl me," I cried in terror. "But of course she exclaimed, this is what you have always wanted, isn't it?" In her joy she started to lift me. When I found myself cradled in her arms, I whispered in panic, "nix babe the men are watching." She glanced around at the open mouthed men, and dropped me to my feet immediately. Smiling furtively like a child caught with her hand in the cookie jar, she said, "he's so cute that sometimes I just get carried away." The boss of the construction crew was the first to recover his wits. He laughed and said, "looks to me like Mr. Johnson was the only one being carried away. We all laughed and I said,"little powerhouse isn't she?" One of the crew cried out, "lady you can haul my poor tired bones any place you want. And don't worry if I scream or carry on a bit. It'll just be for effect. All the men laughed good naturedly and high fived him. She said, "gentelmen you have done a fine job here. please send us your bill." She scooped me up in her arms unashamedly and said, "as to whom this little powerhouse carries around, I'm just an old fashioned one man women, and until this lug knocks me up, the only baby that I am going to carry around is him. Leaving them in open mouth awe, she carried me into the house. Glancing at them I spread my arms apart and shrugged, as if to say what are ya gonna do? As we sat in front of the picture window watching them pack up to leave, I asked her if she didn't think that she had gone just a little to far. "Nonsense" she said, "carrying you around like that, is not that unusual even in so call normal society. There are plenty of women who could duplicate it, body builders, weight lifters, wrestlers and the like. What I would really love to see is the look on their faces, if they could only see what I am going to do to you, my poor little helpless Pauly, when they are gone." I said tremulously, "Its hurling time isn't it?" Hugging me she said, "oh I can't wait for them to be gone". Looking up towards heaven I intoned, "please let their departure be indefinitely postponed." Giggling she said, "there aint no hope for the terrified." Finally much to my discomfort, they were gone. She looked at me smirking evilly, "it's time for your flying lesson babe." Groaning I said, "No sense complaining about one's karma." Spreading my arms apart in helpless acceptance I cried "do with me as you will oh merciless one." Laughing she threw me over her shoulder and carted me out to the track. Setting herself up on the one hundred yard line, I saw that the nets were set as they had been for the boulder. Placing one hand around my crotch and the other under my arpit, she lifted me over her head and moved me back and forth, aiming like I was some kind of a harpoon. I closed my eyes and heard her count. "One two three", and I was launched like a patriot rocket. I tried to scream but air rushed into my mouth causing me to gag. It was over in no more then a second, as I landed safely in the collapsing nets. I was dazed as I saw her running toward me for her second try. I stretched my feeble hands out to try and fend her off. Of course it was an exercise in futility. She scooped me up once again like snatching up a ground ball, and throwing me over her shoulder, raced back up the track and didn't stop until she was standing on the two hundred yard line. Please darling I pleaded its so scarry. and the rush of air caused me to gag. "Believe it or not snookums you will get used to it and start to love it. As far as the air in your mouth, just keep it closed and breath through your nose." I cried out in panic before she could launch me again, "please honey not so fast this time." Shaking her head she informed me that this first throw was merely a slow ball. "I doubt if you traveled faster then seventy or eighty miles an hour." "Oh God I croaked, just how fast is a fast ball?" "I really don't know, maybe one hundred and twenty or thirty miles per hour. Maybe more, we'll just have to experiment and find out." I screeched in exasperation, " I'm not a lab rat." Clucking her tongue at me she said, "oh come on you big baby. I'll tell you what. We will build the speed up gradually." I asked her suspiciously what the hell that meant. "How about a curve ball, it's slower then a fast ball but quicker then a change of pace as they call it in baseball." "Shit" I said, just how far do you expect my poor body to curve." She shrugged her shoulders, "beats me, probably thirty forty yards." I said sarcastically, "all this font of information, is creating an enormous amount of confidence within me." "Ah one more thing babe," she said. "In order to throw a curve, I will have to spin you at a very rapid rate so as to create the proper amount of air resistance." "Oh great I can hardly wait," I informed her. I'm glad that your finally ready" she said as she raised me to her ear. "Wait Peggy not yet" I yelled. She cocked her arm, raised her leg like a pitcher, and launched me spinning forward. There was nothing to do but keep my mouth shut, and breath through my nose, as I sped towards the nets, gyrating crazily horizontal to the ground. I landed as before, safe and sound, a trip that lasted barely a few seconds.The beggining of the throw was toward the right side, but I wound up about thirty feet from the left. She was on me almost before I could take a decent breath. My God what athletes these girls were. She picked me up by my belt and dangling me arm extended in front of her, raced to the three hundred yard marker. I asked submissively, "what now hon?" "How about giving you a little rest and making the next one a lot slower," she said. My eyes narrowed with suspicion. "Ok " I queried, so what happens now. "How about a nice high fly" she asked as my heart abandoned my chest and fell into my balls. "How about going into the house for a nice cup of coffee?" I pleaded. "Oh stop your bellyaching," she said. Then looking down between my legs, she roared with laughter. "Oh you really hate this don't you little Pauly, I haven't seen a boner like that in quite a while." In exasperation I exclaimed, "look Peggy you know that I have very little control over my shlong, the son of a bitch has a mind of it's own." "Maybe he's trying to tell you something. Perhaps you should listen" she said. I gave up and spread my arms in resignation, as if to say, do with my poor defenseless form what you will. Who am I to argue, it's merely my body. "Good boy" she cooed, and grasping me by my crotch, she reared back holding me almost on the ground, and slung me straight up. Well I shouldn't say exactly straight , more like an arch as in a high fly ball, moving towards the nets. My favorite companion stark terror was with me as usual. How high I flew I haven't the foggiest. I do know that I disturbed a number of birds in their flight. I tried to block out thought from my active imagination. One crazy thought however kept reoccurring in my fevered brain. Will I start reentry before I run into rarefied air? A nutty thought, I erased it immediately. Finally approaching the apogee of my climb, I knew intellectually that I was safe, with the soft nets awaiting my return. I experienced an overwhelming desire to look down and discover just how high I was. I tried to fight this urge for I knew that even a mountain climber never looks down. I 'll just peek with one eye closed I told my asinine self. A mistake oh jerky one. It was deja vu, my dream come true. I saw trees. I saw grass. No Peggy, no house, and Oh God no net. I suppressed a scream as I liberated a load into my pants. Logic I told myself, thing logically. Possibilities, 1. I was too high to see her or the net. 2. I was facing in the wrong direction. 3. I was histerical and didn't know my ass from my elbow. That was a good one, I clung to it. Besides it was Peggy who hurled me. She knew what she was doing didn't she. Oh please let it be so. My decent was uneventful. I just closed my eyes, held my breath, and erased thought from my mind. What else was there to do? I said a thankful prayer as I hit the net, safe and sound. As I looked around in shock ,I knew that she was on her way towards the net , to continue her fun with my frightened self. In a state of panic I looked for a place to hide, even if only for a little while. Spying a rip in the mesh of the net that held the pillows, I crawled into the hole and buried myself among the giant cushions as deeply as I could. She was prowling around. I heard her calling me. "Naughty boy, when I get my hands on you it wont go well for you. Come on out before I get pissed." The tone of her voice was satirical. She wasn't really angry, just the same I held my peace. All at once a hand grasped my ankle, and started to drag me out of my lair. "Come out come out wherever you are, she chanted as she pulled me out. "Bad boy tsk tsk tsk, she said laughing. What will I ever do with you?" I said, "how about putting my to bed without supper." Holding me upside down by my ankle, she wrinkled her pretty nose distastfully and said, "oh oh I smell a stinky." Leaving the track much to my delight, she carted me to the house and deposited me on the porch saying, "get cleaned up, you have ten minutes, and don't try to sneak out of the back windows, I'll get you no matter what." I removed my filthy clothes, and entered the hot and soothing shower, and soon forgot about time. Suddenly there she was, my beautifil, adorable and avenging hoistess. She had her hand on her hips as if to ask , what did I say about ten minutes? I held my hands out to her pleadingly. "Peggy please I can't take anymore. tommorow is another day." Scooping my wet body up into her arms, she kissed me tenderly. Carrying me to bed she put me under the warm covers and said, "ok sweety maybe you have had enough for today." Sitting besides me on the edge of the bed she continued, "you know this is for both of us. I haven't felt this relaxed in years. I feel as if controling my strength is a snap. Its like three sessions of the discipline.You know that I wouldn't hesitate to go out into your society the way I feel. I stared at her in amazement. "You mean just three hurls and thats the way you feel?" "Yes" she said, just imagine if I could throw you fifteen or twenty times in one day." "Oh I can imagine" I said. "Now all that I have to do is survive the ordeal." "You will babe" she said. "You will grow to love it. Looking at me sweetly she said, "when is the marriage? " "What did you say. Did I hear the word marriage from your lips" I cried. " Yes my darling, and as soon as possible. It was only the control of my strength that concerned me. Now that the hurling has solved the problem, there is no need to wait." I jumped out of bed overjoyed and said, "come on baby a couple of more tosses. " Shaking her head she said, " tomorrow will be fine. And now would you like to read the script that I wrote for our wedding?" Laughing at my surprise she said, "why not a script written by the couple. Isn't this a popular custom in every day society?" I shook my head in bewilderment and agreed. Why not our own script. Here it is verbatim as written by the hand of Peggy the hoistess. Minister- We are gathered here to join together this wonderful couple in holy matrimony. Paul Johnston, weak and helpless male, to Peggy hoistess, beautiful and mighty goddess. Minister-Do you Paul, weak and helpless male though you are, take this gorgeous and powerful goddess to be your lawfully wedded wife. Do you promise to love, honor and obey her every whim? Do you further pledge that upon awakening every morning, to bow before her and kiss her sweet toes. To work your way up to her comely ankles. To kiss and slobber over her magnificent calves. Do you further pledge, to then work your weak and insignificant mouth up to her noble thighs, being ever so careful, not to get you pitiful body caught in their crushing embrace. Then to kiss your way upwards, until you reach the seat of her womanhood, then to plunge your weak and pathetically throbbing tongue into her lovely box. To worship her firm and upturned bottom. To then kiss her exquisite breasts with your slobbering lips, licking and sucking her mighty areolas until they are brought to magnificent erection. Then and only then upon permission to kiss her ethereal lips. If you agree to these stipulations, please indicate by saying I do. Weak and helpless male- I do Minister- And do you Peggy, mighty and radiant goddess, take this feeble and ineffectual male to be your lawfully wedded husband. Do you promise to love, command and discipline him, as a weak and humble male should be. Do you further promise to womanhandle this poor specimen, throwing him around at your whim. Do you pledge to bend him to your will, carrying him to ectasy as he acquiesces to your every command. If you agree to these stipulations, please indicate by saying I do. Magnificent goddess- I do. Minister-Then by the power invested in me as a duly appointed minister of this state, I pronounce you man and wife. May your marriage be a happy one until death do you part. You may now lift and kiss the weak and humble male. Bride lifts her husband overhead and exits the chapel. Peggy looked at me on the floor, kicking and screaming with helpless laughter. When I finally got my breath she said slyly, "well what do you think, would you like to make any changes?" I looked at her adoringly and said, "I wouldn't change even one period. It's perfect just as it is." "Are you sure" she asked. "Well on second thought, I would like to change just four words. I would like to change until death do you part, to until the stars run cold." She hugged me passionately and said "yes darling let it read until the stars run cold.