Just call me maam
By Uplifted
She loves to carry men around

It was a cool autumn day in New York and I was returning home from work. 
As usual the subway was packed. A seat was out of the question., and 
people were hanging on to the overhead straps. Even that option was 
unavailable, as all the overhead handholds were occupied. 	The train 
lurched from side to side. Suddenly it swerved violently, and I reached 
for the nearest strap, even though occupied. I grasped it above the hand 
of the person who was using it. I apologized, as one doesn't usually 
share the strap. She was simply exquisite, and smiling she said, that 
she would be happy to share the handhold with me. 

As I held on, daring to catch little glimpses of her, the train quickly 
rounded a curve ,and my hand was ripped from the strap. In self defence, 
I grabbed hold of the only thing that was available , her arm. I touched 
her for just an instant , and the sensation was incredible. Her skin was 
silky smooth, and did I imagine that hint of power just under this 
 marvelous exterior? 

I apoligized for touching her [was it really inadvertent?]. She replied 
looking deeply into my eyes, that it was quite all right with her, and 
that there such a crowd that I could continue holding her [ and the last 
word was whispered so softly, that I couldn't tell if she had said arm  
or bicep. 	

I looked at her and she smiled, as if to say we shared some  special 
secret. Taking advantage of her invitation, I continued holding her arm. 
As the trip progressed, there were many occasions where the train 
lurched back and forth. Each time I squeezed her bicep, as if to keep 
from falling. But let's admit that I really wanted to see if that hint 
of power was only in my imagination. 	

May I add as if the reader doesn't already know, that I have dreamed of 
strong and powerful women all of my life. 	

Suddenly the train lurched violently sidewise, and then back. My hand 
was ripped from her creamy skin, and I felt myself falling backwards. As 
my feet began to leave the floor, I thought for sure, that I would 
certainly land on the poor people standing behind me. Much to my 
surprise, my backward motion was arrested in midflight. A strong arm 
clutched me around the waist, and for a few indescribable moments, I was 
suspended inches above the ground. 	


My eyes met hers as I gulped an inarticulate thank you. Her smile was 
dazzling as I felt myself being lowered, ever so gently to the floor. I 
thought to myself that it must be my imagination, and that I had 
probably been held by the crush of the crowd. 	

We looked into each others eyes as she continued holding me around the 
waist. She gestured  in the general direction of her arm, and I clutched 
it happily once again. This time there was no imagining it, her muscle 
was flexed powerfully, as if to say "this is just for you". It was 
smooth, round but peaked, and hard as a rock. I freely felt it, 
squeezing as hard as I could. I couldn't even dent it. She smiled fondly 
at me and mouthed the word "enjoy" 	

We rode like this for what seemed too short a time. Finally the train 
stopped at what was a more rural area of New York. Perhaps some place in 
Staten Island. She said "time to go" and my heart fell. Was this 
adventure going to end so quickly? Then I felt my feet following after 
her . I didn't understand  what was  happening to me, and I tried  to 
halt my forward motion. It was like trying to hold back a bus. I looked 
down and saw her hand  grasping my belt, and bodily dragging me off the 
train. 	

I stopped struggling. In the first place there was nothing that I could 
do against her inexorable pull, and then again, why would I even want 
to. 	

When we exited the train, she grabbed  hold of my arm, in a grip that 
felt like satin steel, and said sweetly "you aren't going any where 
deary". We waited until the station was practically empty of people. 
Looking me straight in the eye, she said "you realize of course that you 
are going with me." 	

Without waiting for my answer she walked out of the station and on to 
the street. Needless to say I was right behind her. She walked at a very 
slow and leisurely pace, which I was sure was for my benefit. I am in 
very poor shape and found it hard to keep up, even at this slow pace. 	

We finally reached a two story brick building and went in. There was no 
one around and there didn't seem to be many apartments. "Well here we 
are she exclaimed. I live on the second floor." I looked toward the 
stairs which seemed to extend upwards endlessly. She looked at me 
sympathetically, and informed me that there were forty steps to her 
apartment. I was breathing heavily and let me inform the reader, that to 
say I was in bad shape, was an understatement. I am also very large and 
tip the scale at 350lbs. This was one reason that I thought that the 
incident in the train, was due to the crush of the crowd, and not her 
arm. 	She thought for a while and then asked, " would you like to take 
the lift up to the apartment?" Looking around I didn't see any elevator. 
I mentioned this to her, and laughing  with delightfully girlish  charm, 
she flexed her bicep and pointing to it, said "this! is your elevator." 
My mouth flopped open and shut without making any sound, and before I 
could get a word out, she squatted down, placed her arm under my rump 
and saying "going up?" as if operating an elevator, stood up. I stood up 
too. Or should I say I rose up. And there I was, a 350lbs man perched on 
the arm of a gorgeous,   sexy, and frighteningly powerful women. I 
clutched her neck and held on for dear life. 	She looked up sweetly and 
asked "well little one, are you comfy?" I thought to myself, 350lbs and 
she calls me little one. Then I thought ,well if she can handle my bulk 
so easily, who was I to object. I managed an incoherent yes, and 
gulping, said that  I was quite comfortable. 	

She started up the stairs, moving easily as if my weight were of no 
account. This was an experience that I had dreamed about all of my life. 
I felt lightheaded, and a bit faint. I had a feeling of elation 
,together with a delicious sense of helplessness. Through all of this , 
there was my very erect penis, which seemed to throb uncontrollably 
within my pants. 	

I wanted this ride to last forever, but all to soon we were at the top 
of the stairs. She stopped there momentarily, thinking as if she had 
forgotten something important. Suddenly snapping her fingers she 
exclaimed, "darn it I always forget to pick up my mail." Glancing up at 
me she said  "hang on tight snookums." She then proceeded to descend at 
breakneck speed, with me still supported on her arm, and hanging on to 
her neck, hardly able to catch my breath. She retrieved her mail and 
handing it to me said, "lets make a deal, you carry my mail , and I 
carry you. ok? I just shook my head up and down like an idiot. She 
ascended the stairs once more but now, two at a time, at breakneck 
speed. I was in seventh heaven. I thought who was she, and was she 
really human? 	Entering  her apartment, she said "let me show you 
around." I assumed that she would lower me to the ground, so that I 
could walk through the flat. {think again dear reader, she walked me 
around still perched atop of her muscle.} 	Finally she exclaimed "lets 
get into something a little more comfortable." She unzipped her skirt 
and it fell to the ground. Then she started to remove her blouse with 
her free hand. She stopped for a while thinking I supposed, how to 
remove the rest of her blouse, what with 350lbs of man sitting on her 
arm. After a  while she smiled and moved her arm with me on it, around 
to the front. She then wedged the palm of her free hand between my legs, 
and gripped my buttocks, moving me from off of her arm,  I was now 
suspended, in the palm of her hand. Proceeding to remove her blouse from 
her body, she started to remove my shirt with her free hand. 	She lifted 
me so that my groin was level with her forehead, my feet dangling down 
to her waist, I hanging tightly to her hair. Starting to remove my shoes 
and socks, she lowered me and ruminated in silence for a while. She 
snapped her fingers as if  she had solved some puzzle. By this time I 
had regained my voice and I said." Maam If you put me down, I can get 
undressed all by myself. " 	 All of a sudden her sunny disposition seemed 
to darken, and she asked "are you giving me orders little man"? I shook 
in fear, and sputtering, quickly tried to explain that I was only trying 
to be helpful. Only an idiot would get on the bad side of someone so 
overwhelming. She saw me shaking,  and patting me on the head said, in a 
much kinder tone "snookums, as long as you remain in my house, your feet 
will never hit terra firma. Is that clear" she asked sweetly?, but with 
a touch of menace in her voice. I gulped and shook my head yes. 	She said 
"now where was I before I was so rudely interrupted?" I just hung my 
head down and remained silent. 	Suddenly her mood altered. She said in 
that little girlish voice of hers," I've got it!" Still holding me in 
the palm of her hand, she unzipped my pants and loosened my belt buckle 
with her free hand. Reaching between my legs, she encased my penis and 
testicles in her grip, holding me at the base of my groin. Her fingers 
crept between my legs to steady me in her hand, by sliding as far as 
they would go under my bottom.  Then she instructed me to lean forward, 
and hold on to her neck. When I had accomplished this, she said ,"now 
just lie face face down on my arm. I did so,  my legs dangling down and 
around her bicep. 	


She then exclaimed happily," you did that very well sweety, I'm proud of 
you." I thanked her, feeling like a small child. What else could I do? I 
was so weak and helpless in her arms. She then proceeded to remove my 
pants , by simply pulling them down and off with her free hand. Pushing 
me up to my former position, that is perched on the palm of her hand she 
said, "thats the way I like my little men, naked and helpless". She 
suddenly burst into a fit of laughter, as if titillated by some funny 
thought.  She looked at me and asked," well little guy, wouldn't you 
agree that I seem to have the situation well in hand?" With that she 
laughed uproariously, and I joined in the joke, although it was at my 
expense. 	

When we finished laughing she said, "how about you and I play a little 
game"? I said yes maam, whatever you want is fine with me. I was 
beginning to understand that her questions were really rhetorical ones, 
and much healthier for me just to agree. 	She said, "lets play monkey in 
the tree". Somehow I didn't like the sound of this, but I was afraid to 
object. Once again she grasped the family jewels  as she had before, 
holding both penis and balls at the base of my crotch, my butt still 
perched atop her free palm. 	All of a sudden she screamed," monkey in the 
tree, and snatched her hand from my rear. I bellowed in agony, as I 
found myself hanging from her grip by my genitals, my body facing the 
ceiling. Even in my pain, I was to terrified of this awesome creature to 
complain.  All I could do was to cry out O God, O God , O God. 	

She yelled "monkey! climb the tree", She repeated this command and in 
self defense, I did just that. I brought my left leg up and over her 
arm. The other following immediately, hoisting myself up , thus 
relieving much of the pressure between my legs. My arms followed quickly 
and the pain was gone. The terror and my ordeal however was not, and I 
just hung from her mighty arm sobbing. 	She walked me over to the other 
side of the room, and stood before a full length mirror. Standing there 
admiring  her handiwork, she cried out in her little high pitched voice, 
"O look at the little monkey hanging from the branch, isn't he just 
precious"?  I holding tightly on her arm, just looked down in 
humiliation. She repeated her last statement, but now there was steel in 
her voice. 	

I began to realize the danger that I was placing myself into. She who 
was so overpowering must be obeyed immediately. Couldn't I see for 
myself, the frightening way that she handled me? My weight seemed 
inconsequential to her, almost nonexistent. I thought that just as sure 
as I was born, her full potential had not been revealed to me. Trembling 
I did as she had instructed, without another moments hesitation. 	I 
looked in the mirror saying to myself, how could someone be so beautiful 
and frightening at the same time? She repeated her question, "well, what 
do you think of the little monkey hanging  on to the branch?" Although 
this was the most humiliating situation of my life, I knew that I was 
helpless to do anything but to obey her. I said "oh yes maam, he is 
certainly adorable, just as you say." I thought to myself "what a wimp" 
but what else could I do, since I was sure that she could squash me, 
with the touch of a finger. She smiled, and started to relate a tale to 
me. 	

"Once upon a time" She said, "there was a little monkey who had climbed 
up a tree to escape the predators  on the ground. He hung from the 
branch , feeling safe and secure, away from the dangerous animals down 
below. The breeze blew cool and he was content.  And then the wind 
started to blow harder, and the little monkey hung on, as the branch 
started to wave back and forth." Naturally as she related this to me, 
her hand  also waved back and forth, and of course so did I. That is I 
was waved. 		

I became very apprehensive, groaning  inwardly, "Oh no please." She 
continued "and the wind rose up in gale force, and the little monkey was 
swung violently back and forth, up and down." Of course her  arm echoed 
her words, as did poor helpless me." She continued, " and then a 
hurricane came up out of the north, and ripped the tree from its 
moorings. The tree, branch, and the poor little monkey left the ground 
and spun and tumbled in the air"  At this, she spun her might arm,  with 
me hanging on for dear life, around and around. I screamed the first 
thing that came into my head. I called for my mother, "mommie, mommie." 	

She must have heard and took pity on me, or perhaps the game was coming 
to an end. She said " and then the terrible wind died down, and the tree 
descended to land upright softly, in a fissure in the ground, holding 
the tree and its inhabitant , firmly in place.  And the monkey was safe, 
and he was once again content." 	

She then looked at me, sobbing uncontrollably . Gathering  me into her 
arms , she held me, as a groom would hold his bride, only I supposed 
that I was the bride. She squeezed me to her breast, patting me on my 
fanny,  and stroking my back. She spoke sweetly to me ,cooing, "there 
there little one, its all over." As I sobbed , she pushed my face into 
her beautiful breast, adjusting my mouth around her nipple. I sucked 
like a greedy infant. She rocked me back and forth,  in a rhythmic and 
gentle motion, until I calmed down. Finally she said, "little monkey, 
you didn't seem to enjoy that very much. Don't you know that I was only 
fulfilling, one of your deepest and fondest fantasies?" I asked her for 
permission  to speak 
 honestly. She shook her head. "Maam I said, when a person dreams, no 
matter what it is, he is no physical danger. If however that dangerous 
dream becomes a reality, how do you think  he would react?" And then I 
looked at her and thought, can she read my mind, and know my deepest and 
darkest fantasies"? All of a sudden,  a terrible thought arouse in my 
mind. I quickly pushed it aside. I thought if she could really read me 
so well, and so far she hadn't missed a trick, then please God, keep 
that thought from emerging.  I knew that there was almost nothing that 
was beyond her powers, and I shivered in fear. 	I looked up at her,  from 
my place at her breast. She chillingly said ," first things first little 
guy." Her personality was mercurial, and I never knew when her moods 
would change. Once again she returned to the subject at hand and said 
kindly," you must realize that fear and pleasure are only opposite ends 
of the same rope.. Haven't you ever observed someone as they rode on the 
most frightening of roller coasters, screaming their bloody heads off. 
When you ask them what they thought of the experience, they might say, 
that it was the most frightening thing that they had ever been through." 
She continued, "so ask them , would you go on it again? The usual answer 
is, damn right! 	Yes little one, fear and pleasure, opposite sides of the 
same coin. Besides my sweet little helpless one, all through our little 
game of monkey on the tree, I was holding on to junior down there 
between your legs,  and let me assure you,  that he stood at attention , 
like a good little soldier for the entire experience." She laughed and 
kissed my forehead and nose. 	She held me away at arms length. Looking me 
over she said, "you know sweetie, You and I are quite a team." I smiled 
and said "yes, you Tarzan, me Jane.  I thought that she would drop me on 
my head, as she laughed  so much that  she doubled over, holding herself 
in pain. She exclaimed "oh, oh, I think that I have a stitch in my 
side." I said happily " then you are human." Yes she said, "I'm quite 
human, just a little stronger then most people." I informed her that 
this was the understatement of the century, and that she was undoubtedly 
the strongest person in the world. I was of the opinion , that if the 
Olympic super heavyweight champion lifted his heaviest weight overhead, 
that I didn't doubt for a minute, that she could come along, and clean 
and  jerk him, together with his weight. She smiled and said " could be 
little guy, and don't you just love that idea."? Smiling I said that the 
thought of it was pretty intoxicating. 


Suddenly we heard a loud noise from the next room. She said putting her 
fingers to her lips to quite me, " I think that we have an intruder." 
She put me down in a chair, for the first time since we had come into 
the apartment. "Stay here and be quite she said." Just as she started to 
investigate, a huge brute of a man barged into the room, carrying a 
large and threatening knife. Seeing her beautiful nude body he 
exclaimed, " I think I'm in heaven" He advanced  upon her and I thought, 
"poor doomed slob, he has no idea what's in store for him." He was a big 
one, about six feet seven inches and very heavily muscled. I was sure 
that he outweighed me by at least fifty to seventy five pounds. 

	Expecting her  to cower in fear of him, he was taken aback  when she 
said very quietly through clenched teeth, "put down that knife and get 
the hell out of here, before I shove it up your ass." He laughed at the 
pretty little lady and said, "oh baby, I just love it when you talk 
dirty." 

	With that he lunged at her. With the speed of a cobra,she grabbed the 
wrist that held the knife, keeping  his hand immobile. He looked at her 
puzzeled, to stupid to know his predicament. 

	And then I heard a sickening crack , and he shrieked  like a little 
girl. The knife fell to the floor, as the bones in his wrist were 
shattered.  She grabbed him by the throat, blocking off his air so that 
he couldn't cry out. As he dangled from her arm by his abused neck 
unable to breathe, she ripped his clothes from his body. Reaching down, 
she grasped the soft flesh below his stomach and above his prick, and 
squeezing  with crushing force, caused 
  him to cry out in agony.  By his shriek, I didn't doubt that her grip, 
had the force of a vice. 

	She raised him up by the soft skin, to rest near her ear, arm bent like 
a spear holder, getting ready to throw. He just lay around her shoulder, 
his head and legs dangling down around her arm. She said with venom in 
her voice, "straighten  up, stiff as a stick" He just moaned in pain.  
She repeated the order, and I thought, you stupid jerk, obey immediatly 
or suffer the consequences. 	

When he didn't react,she called out to me to open two glass french 
doors, that I hadn't noticed before.  I had been trying to be as 
inconspicuous as possible, because I didn't want to be caught in the 
fall out of her anger. She was at once magnificent, gorgeous, and 
terrible to behold. She was like an avenging godess. 	

I did as she instructed, and saw that it led out onto a porch. Carrying 
the helpless pain wracked brute outside, she held him arm outstretched 
in mid air, over the edge. Still grasping him painfully by the soft 
flesh above his penis, his face looking skyward, she said, "do as I say 
if you don't want to be dropped over the side." He yelled hysterically," 
oh my God, yes maam, please maam, I'm doing it , see maam." and his body 
stiffened up like a steel rod. "Good boy" she said, and brought him back 
indoors. He sighed in relief and I thought, "you stupid bastard,you have 
no idea whats in store for you. I thought back of our little game of 
monkey in the tree, and she liked me.  	

Once again she lifted him to her ear, this  time he knew enough  to keep 
his body as straight as he could. Standing a few feet back from the 
porch, she started to count. "one, she called moving his body forward 
like an olympic javelin thrower,aiming and getting ready for the hurl. 
Panicing he started to wimper, weeping bitterly. "Please lady don't do 
it, I'll do anything to make it up to you." Two,she called, he screamed 
like  a little baby. "Please , O God ,O God, I'll be good, I'll be a 
good boy"  She asked him if he knew the twenty third psalm, "you know , 
the one that says the lord is my sheppard, I shall not want? Now would 
be a good time to recite it."He was incoherant  with fear, and just 
repeated, sobbing again and again, anything I'll do anything. 	Finally 
she seemed to relent and said " ok,ok, just say please." He quickly do 
so. "Pretty please", again he repeated her words. "What else she 
asked?'' 
 "Pretty please with sugar on top" he screamed. She asked , "and ?" 
Strawberries, ice cream , and he went through the  whole litany of 
desserts, trembeling like a leaf all the time. She shook him bodily and 
said , "all those sweets, do you want me to get fat."? He started to 
yell out every low calorie food that he could think of.  	Looking at me  
she winked, but I just looked down in shame and pity for this poor 
wretch. In desperation  he looked at me pleadingly and asked,  can't you 
help me  please! thinking that I had some sort of influence on her. 
Shrugging my shoulders I thought "what could I do", but he looked so 
pitifull, that I just had to try something. 

	 I said "maam, may I risk your anger, and beg you not to kill this 
unworthy idiot." She seemed startled and said to me, "do you really 
think that I would murder someone?." That I realized was a big mistake, 
and I stuttered, and hemmed and hawed, trying to take back that stupid 
question. She wasn't having any of it, and I looked for someplace to 
hide. She said " you would be wise to say nothing more".  So I bit my 
tongue, and had I had  any pants on, I might have soiled them..  

	 She said to him, "look you moron, I have decided to let you live, now 
isn't that just wonderful of me?"The poor quivering schmuck moaned, O 
God yes, thank you. Then looking upwards his hands held together, he 
repeated, thank you God. O thank you. I looked at him , this ugly brute 
and rapist, reduced to a quivering shaking bowl of jelly. 	She said  
"however I'm still in throwing mode, and you my man," She stopped 
talking suddenly, and after a a moments thought,  started to sing  with 
her cute little girly voice, the turn of the century song, O he flew 
through the air with the greatest of ease, the daring young man on the 
flying trapeze. " 	

Once again he started to beg, shaking like  a leaf, but she shouted, 
"shut up you moron" She said "listen carefully, and don't interupt if 
you know whats good for you. 	The distance from this balcony to that 
building next to us, is twenty five feet. That building end to end is 
forty feet.  From the end of that rooftop, down to a very large pool 
that we can't see from here, is another twenty five feet. Thats ninety 
feet in all. Now you do realize, that I am sparing your life, correct?" 
Holding him with one arm, she shook him like a rag doll. He said "yes O 
God  thank you maam." She continued "beg me to throw you the ninety feet 
into that life saving pool." He moaned and wept silent tears. She said " 
its either that , or I tear you limb from limb, stuff your penis in your 
mouth, and flush you down the toilet."He knew that she could back up her 
words, and so did I, 	

He said pityfully, "please throw me" She said "not nearly good enough" 
He shook and screamed, what should I say , just please tell me what to 
say." She told him to repeat the following           without deviation. 
"Please maam, hurl me like a javelin, over the roof and into the 
pool."In terror he repeated it , hardly able to control his voice. She 
said "you didn't say please." Please O please with sugar on top he 
screamed."She said "well since you insist," and he flew from her arm 
like a rocket. I thought that I heard the poor shit screaming for his 
mommy, as he soared over the roof top like a comet, curving downward 
about twenty five feet past it, as she had predicted. We heard a splash 
and saw the water rise from the force of his landing. 

	 She looked at me and said, "scratch one rapist." I said, "I'll bet that 
poor slob will shake at the sight of a women, for the rest of his life." 
Looking at me lovingly, she grabbed me by the  groin, and under my 
armpit, and literally threw me up over her head screaming, "O lord , I 
love you so much my little angel." I asked , "don't you think that this 
is a rather novel way of showing it?" She continued, "when I  become 
passionate, I experience an uncontrolable urge to lift my little sweety 
over my head in happiness." 	Looking at me held aloft, she asked, "well 
sweet guy, hows the air up there?" I said happily ' it's delightfull, so 
clear and fresh,you should come up here sometimes." Bursting out in 
uncontrollable fits of laughter, I thought that she would drop me on my 
head. She finally said , " I love your sense of humor, but breaking me 
up when your hanging over my head, can be hazardous to your health." I 
said, "I didn't care, and that I loved to give her pleasure, as she had 
given me. Besides  I had faith in her strength and control , I wouldn't 
come to any harm in her arms. She said in a slow deliberate manner, "I 
want you to remember those words." 	Once again she had gone from abundant 
joy, making me feel secure and wonderful, to some implied future threat. 
I asked her for permission to speak seriously. She shook her head in the 
affirmative, and taking a deep breath, I plunged forward. "Maam, why is 
it that one minute you lift me in shear joy, claiming your love, and the 
next moment you say or do something to scare the pants off of me?" She 
smiled and said, "you don't seem to have any pants to be scared off  
of." 

	 I continued seriously, "you are so beautiful and adorable one minute, 
and the next you have me shaking in fear of you. I don't know whether to 
worship you with my love, or shit in my pants with terror. Smiling , she 
looked into my eyes and said, "do both." 

 Asking her what she meant by this, she replied, "you little man know 
very well what I mean." Still I wanted her to spell it out. She said, 
"ok, here is the way it is. You sweetie are a born romantic. You love to 
love  cherish and worship a women. At the same time, you have an 
overwhelming desire for a physically powerful girl.  The act of being 
lifted, especialy overhead by a women, is almost enough to bring you to 
orgasim.  Bring terrorized by the object of  your love,  just add's to 
the aphrodisiac effect. You want desperatly to tell me how much I 
frighten you, and  how I make you piss in your pants. You want to tell 
me that you will do anything,  to keep my wrath from overwhelming you. 
Got it she asked?" "Your right I said,'  my voice choking 
 with emotion." I guess that I'm just a little  wimp" She said,  "I 
suppose, but an awfully cute one. " 	

She continued, "and I am the same way, only the polar opposite."  She 
said adorably, "you the lifted, I the liftor." She continued " I bring 
you to abject terror, I bring you to extasy, both sides of the same 
coin. And now you must certainly know , why a women like me, could 
choose A little butterball like you." "I answered,whatever the reason I 
am eternally grateful." 	

Finally she said, "enough of this serious stuff. Lets get on with the 
business of me scaring the shit out of you." She said , "don't you think 
that its getting a little stuffy in here?" and before I could answer, 
she carried me out of the apartment. I yelled "Maam, were both naked." 
She said that there were only two other tenants, and that they were both 
out of town. We were the only ones in the entire building. 	She carried 
me to the end of the hallway, and opened a door that had no lock. There 
were steps going up, and I guessed that our destination was the roof. 
Suddenly that terror returned to my mind again,  the thought that I had 
unsucsessfully  tried so hard to repress.  I felt a sudden chill 
throughout  my body. 


	Upon arriving at the roof, she brought me to its center. I was shaking 
uncontrollably and she asked me, "whats the matter sweetie pie." "Its 
cold up here I said, please take me back to the  apartment." Nonsense 
she said, it absolutly  delightful here." She looked around,  and then 
up in the sky. "Just look at those birds up there, don't you just wish 
that you could fly?" My teeth were chattering and I said quickly, "no 
maam, I have absolutly no desire to fly, and that I was perfectly 
content right here in her  arms." 	She looked at me  shaking in her 
powerful arms . "Do you remember what I said about pleasure and fear, 
being two sides of the same coin she asked?" "This is really what you 
want. Just look at junior between your legs, bouncing up and down. He 
can't wait to get started." I tried for humor. I thought that a good 
laugh might change her mind. Looking down  between my legs at my 
throbbing penis, I screamed, "you fucking traitor!" 	She chuckled and 
said "good try little guy," and then I was leaving the ground. I soared 
about ten feet above her head. She caught me on the way down, yelling 
"isn't this just the greatest fun." I left the roof again, this time a 
good fifteen feet above her head. I tried to scream but my throat seemed 
to be paralized. The third throw sent me even higher, and I thought 
panic stricken, "is there no limit to what she could do?" Then I thought 
of the poor slob  that she had hurled over the roof, and I said to 
myself, "better being thrown straight up and caught, then to be rocketed 
across a rooftop like a missile, unawhere of your destination. 	Finally 
she stopped and said, "this is getting rather dull isn't it?" I thought  
thank God, If she is getting bored, then perhaps she would return to the 
apartment,and its blessed low ceiling." 	She asked me if I had ever 
attended an air show. 

No, I said 
 suspiciously."Isn't it just marvelous the way they do those fantastic 
airobotics, spinning and twisting in mid air, she said?" 	By this time I 
was sobbing and shaking. She brought me to her breast, and petting me 
said, "now now little feller,be a big boy." I croaked, "no maam , I want 
to be a little boy, and please oh please take me down to the apartment. 
"Not until your fantasy is completed she replied, and I was airborn 
again, but this time  spinning head over heels. 	Up and up I flew, it 
seemed at least thirty feet. I thought that I was going to be sick.I was 
afraid to look down and find out just how high it really was. My return 
to the floor of the roof was much faster then before, because of the 
excessive height. I thought that although she would catch me, the 
presure of the fall might break my back. I closed my eyes and prayed, 
"oh God just let me live. 	Spinning earthward I landed on her upraised 
palm, butt down. She didn't stop my downward motion, but continued the 
direction of the fall, her arm sweeping down to her knees, with me still 
sitting on the palm of her hand. Without coming to a pause she continued 
the momentum, shooting me back into the air again. 	This continued again 
and again, each time higher and higher. I was beyond 
 fear and terror now. My mind going blank, as I waited for this to end, 
or to die. 	I landed once again in her hand . I don't even know how many 
times she had hurled  me heavenward. This time she spun me down and up 
and down again , without sending my poor body skyward. Each successive 
spin from the top of her head , down to her knees and up again became 
slower and slower. Finally she held me at rest, and I leaped to her 
breast , clutching her as hard as I could. 	She said "its all over my 
little bird, and directed my mouth to her nipple. 

 I sobbed and sucked and shook uncontrollably,as she rocked me back and 
forth in her mighty arms. When I finally calmed down, I looked up at her 
beautiful face and asked pitifully, "is it really over?"She shook her 
head yes, and said "relax my sweet little weak one. No more big bad lady 
throwing you around. "She added mischieviously, "at least not for now" . 
Then she quickly patted  and soothed me to reasure me again. 	I asked if 
we could go down to the apartment now. She said laughing, "you must 
really love that apartment". "I said that it was safer there." " Dont 
you trust me, she asked?" " I said, with my life", as if I had any 
choice in the matter. She carried me back down to the apartment, and I 
never was so happy to be within four walls. 	

Inside the flat she said, "well you have been  through quite an 
experience my adorabe one. And now something special, just for you. 
Something that will thrill you to your very core. And  to tell the 
truth, I am going to enjoy this as much as you will." 	She carried me to 
a table and set me down upon it, spreading my legs apart. I just sat 
there passively, knowing that I had no power to influence her, one way 
or the other. Facing me, she placed her hands, palms up under each 
thigh, about two thirds up from the knees. Leaning forward she told me 
to hold on to her head. She then raised me to her waist,and  held me in 
curling position, as the weight lifters call it. Blowing a kiss towards 
me she said, " get ready to experience the fulfillment of your fondest 
dream. 	Curling me bodily, she stopped when my groin was facing her lips. 
Looking up at me, my face above her head ,she smacked her lips 
teasingly, and chuckling lifted me a few inches higher.  Then she 
plunged  her tongue  just below my genitals and started to lick the 
inside of my thighs. I almost  leaped out of her hands, as the 
sensations were almost too much to bear. Looking up at me with humor in 
her eyes, she tsk tsked me, and asked " what will your do when I really 
get started?" 	I moaned in passion and said, " I'll just have to take my 
chances" Without giving me another moment to savor the feelings, she 
proceeded  to lick and suck me, under and around my testicles and penis. 
Lowering me, she quickly blew and licked the lower part of my belly, 
raising me up and down in an inconsistant pattern, so that I never could 
tell where her mouth would be. 	

I moaned and screamed in pleasure, incoherent with passion. I 
alternately begged her to stop, and then never to stop. I didn't know 
what the hell I was saying or feeling. And then she took both my penis 
and balls into her mouth. Please don't ask me how she could accomplish 
this feat, but there was nothing about her, that could surprise me any 
longer.  She seemed to just open her throat, and I felt as if I she 
would devour me. I screamed in panic not knowing what I was saying, 'O 
GOD please don't swallow me alive." 	She lifted  me from her mouth and 
smiling said, " quite a sensation heh sweet one?." I apologised for 
making such a jackass of myself. She said ,"my darling , any feeling 
that arises in love and passion can't be stupid." 	Suddenly she plunged 
my member into her soft moist mouth, drawing me in with a violent 
sucking action. Holding me with the strength of her overwhelming arms, 
she moved me back and forth in her mouth. I started to wimper and moan 
passionatly, as she moved me faster and faster, in and out. I was in a 
daze, and I started to yell bloody murder. I said"mercy, then o god I 
love you. Then,  please don't stop"  	And then Mt. Vesuvius erupted, as 
she kept to the inward outward motion. And the larva continued to flow 
and flow, and I felt as if my head were coming off. I began to feel weak 
in the knees. She didn''t stop, but kept moving me back and forth, 
draining me even further  until I felt empty. My body began to feel 
numb, and I started to panic. I screamed " please stop , for the love of 
heaven please stop" But she must have thought , that it was just part of 
my passion. 

	In self defense, I started to beat as hard as I could, upon her 
shoulders and head, crying out as loudly as I could "this is for real, 
stop please before you kill me" 	She stopped then, and I lay over her 
face and head totally drained, feeling weak  and sick. I thought that if 
she would put me down on the floor now, that I would just collapse, like 
a used dish rag. I had absolutly no feelings in my legs. 	Lowering me 
gently and cradling me in her arms , she looked at my face with sudden 
concern. She said "lord , your as white as a sheet. Shaking her head she 
said "damn my soul, I have got to control myself. I sometimes forget, 
just how fragile you are. I said, Im not fragile, just an ordinary male. 
Smiling at me fondly she said "but Im not an ordinary female, Keerect?" 
I said that the last thing that she was, was ordinary. 	She rocked me in 
her arms and told me to sleep, and that I would feel much better when I 
awoke. I asked her if she would hold me until I wake. She answered and 
said " of course my little darling." I dozed off, not knowing how much 
time had elapsed. When I awoke she said, "well lazy bones , you are 
certainly looking much better."She seemed so relieved, and my love for 
her grew. 	

She asked if I would like some cookies and hot chocolate,  and I said 
yes please. As she prepared the drink, she stared at my groin and 
started to chuckle. She said, look at junior, still at attention and 
rearing to go. I said, Oh don't pay any attention to that idiot, the 
fool doesn't even know when he's well off. She started to laugh and 
ignoring the unfinished hot chocolate, She lifted me overhead, once 
again in passion. 	

She said "you sweet little thing, you make me so happy, I think that I 
am going to keep you". I said amen. She fed me my cookies and drink 
resting on her lap,and I never felt better in my life. She said, 
"tonight you will sleep here. Tomorrow , you may return to work, or not 
as you please. I can support you In fine style, if you would like. Then 
you will return to me with a suitcase containing your immediate needs. 
The rest of your stuff , we can get later. 	

Just make sure that do return to me or I will find you. I have your 
wallet with your address right here. And I will carry you, naked kicking 
and screaming through the streets of New York. Is that clear my helpless 
one." And she smiled in mock severity. I shook in mock fear, and said 
"that I understood, but that I doubted if there would be much kicking or 
screaming." 	

She smiled fondly, and holding me in her beautiful and frightening arms, 
she rocked me back and forth like a baby. "Now go to sleep, tommorow  
starts our new life together. I felt warm and secure, and as I started 
to doze off, I remembered that I didn't even know her name. I asked her, 
and she said Just call me maam. just call me maam.