Dream Date
by valerafon
A man lusts after a beautiful woman at work.


This is a work of fiction and should not be read by anyone under the age of
eighteen. Please do not read further if you are offended by violence and or
sexual content.

Dream Date

As the elevator made its way towards the top floor of Alexandra's apartment
building, I just couldn't believe my luck. Here I was heading back from a
first date with the woman of my lust filled dreams.

Ever since she joined the firm as a junior partner three years ago, I tried to
get up the nerve to ask her out. But how does one ask a whirl wind out, and an
unbelievably beautiful one at that?

From the first, she won every case she was assigned too. I was told that she
had an unbelievable court presence. It was like she commanded the jurors or
the judge to believe her, and believe her they did. There was even talk that
she would make senior partner soon.

As the bell chimed, I followed her out of the elevator towards what I hoped
would be the highlight of the evening. Hell, who was I kidding? It would be
the highlight of my life. I just couldn't believe this was all happening.

At the office, I thought she never even noticed me as she swept by me with her
entourage in close pursuit taking down every pearl that was dropped from her
lips.

We had never spoken to each other in three years. Although, I did have a
couple of opportunities at the water cooler, but how does one approach a
goddess? Eventually, my opportunities disappeared when she took the largest
office on the floor. After that, she had special spring water delivered to
her. I guess it was a sign that she was on a fast track and that she had made
it.

There were rumors that she was a fitness nut as well, and that explained the
special spring water. I was told by a reliable source that she spent as much
as two hours a day at an exclusive gym uptown. Her absences from the office
didn't seem to rile the head man Mr. Slocumb though. Why should it bother him?
Just as long as she kept winning. Her victories were becoming legendary too,
and it brought to the firm many new and very rich clients all clamoring for
her services.

So I admired her from afar, and hungrily devoured every bit of gossip about
her exploits in and out of the courtroom. Every so often, I'd see some rich
handsome man visit her at the firm, but there were rumors that she couldn't
keep a man. That sounded absurd to me. I thought it was just some jealous
nobody at the firm starting rumors about her. Although, I secretly wished they
were true. As long as she was single, I thought I had a chance, even though I
hadn't gotten up the nerve to approach her in three years.

I was sure she didn't even know I existed. I was only an assistant accountant
at the firm, and the only fast track I was on was the fast track to middle
age. Still, a young man can dream. I don't want to give you the impression
that I'm not personable. I'm fairly good looking and could find female
companionship easy enough. It was just that I wanted what I couldn't
have...the girl of my dreams.

Alexandra was tall for a woman about six feet I guestimated which was about
two inches taller than me. She moved here from Britain just before she took
the job at our firm, and she had the most delicious British accent I had ever
heard. It made the hair stand up on the back of my neck whenever I heard her
talk.

Oh! A man can dream!

Of course, she was blond too, and one just had to look at her to know that she
was extremely intelligent, and there was a major hint of muscle about her as
well. Her expensive clothes couldn't hide that fact, and those calves of hers
were out there for everyone to see. What calves she had. They were huge, but
still so deliciously feminine. I couldn't get enough of her front view, but as
she swept past, I loved to look at those calves of hers. They were a muscle
lovers dream come true.

When you added it all up, she was one imposing woman. I just didn't think that
I had a snowballs chance in hell with her. My voice seemed to fail me when she
was near, and I always started to sweat and feel weak in the knees whenever we
passed in the halls.

She was just out of my league, I thought. Then, last Friday everything
changed.

I was at the water cooler, daydreaming as usual. I didn't even see her
approach when I heard that marvelous British accent of hers, "Thinking about a
hot date this weekend?"

I quickly turned and had to look up a bit. She must have been wearing high
heels and her proximity made me feel rather small. Then I got a whiff of her
perfume, it reminded me of the smell of lilacs on a cool summers day. It was
intoxicating. For a moment, I just stared at her beautiful features, a little
bit dumbfounded.

I think she was use to that reaction because she quickly went on to another
subject.

"That water's really not good for you."

Somehow, I managed to take my eyes off of her and look down at my cup. All I
could manage was an "Oh?"

"It's better than coffee, but just barely," she added.

I felt myself starting to perspire, and my knees felt a little weak. All I
could manage was a half hearted, "That's all we got."

"Not really," she said, and then she smiled broadly.

It was like a sunrise at Yosemite.

She gave me that smile of hers for a few brief moments, and then she startled
me with an offer.

"Why don't you try some of my water? It's from Switzerland, totally pure."

Somehow, I managed to say in a very controlled male voice, "I'd love too."

She gave me that smile again, gestured for me to follow her with an index
finger, and then she turned and made for her office. As I followed, I got a
rather nice view of her backside. WOW! And those calves.

As we walked, I replayed our conversation over again in my mind, was she
coming on to me? Get a grip I told myself. Enjoy the moment, and the view.
It's at least a chance to talk to her for the first time.

As soon as I walked into her office I stopped dead in my tracks and was
completely overwhelmed. The office was absolutely overwhelming in its
opulence. It was spacious and imposing all at the same time. I estimated that
it was at least twenty times the size of my office that I shared with Herman
my friend and colleague, and it was unbelievably furnished with the most
beautiful oversized oak furniture I had ever seen.

While I looked about, Alexandra walked over to her cooler and started to pour
me some water in an expensive crystal wine goblet. As she did so, she
commented, "The office is a bit much, isn't it?"

I surprised her by saying in a very honest tone, "You've earned it!"

For a moment, she stopped pressing the tap down and looked back at me. That
electric smile of hers returned, but she didn't say anything further. Instead,
she completed filling the goblet, went over to her bar and added a bit of ice.

As she walked back, she informed me, "The bars for my clients, I really have
no use for it."

I nodded that I understood, took the water admiring the glass for a moment,
then gulped it down. She looked on with that same overwhelming smile of hers,
and waited for my reaction.

I really didn't taste any difference, but I managed a small white lie.

"Magnificent!" I told her.

"Thanks," she said happily, and then she moved closer. Almost too close I
thought. She was invading my space a bit, but what man in his right mind would
mind that. Then, I smelled the lilacs again. For a brief moment I looked up at
her and just got lost in her overwhelming presence, and she really didn't seem
to mind.

The spell only lasted a moment, and then she said in that sweet British
accent, "Have some more," and she gestured for me to fill my own glass.

I really didn't want anymore, but I wasn't about to say no.

While I walked over and filled my cup, I heard the door shut. I quickly turned
and she was already walking towards me.

As she did so, I took another gulp from the glass and managed to say, "Good!"

After I said that, all that came to my mind was lame.

Alexandra smiled courteously at the remark , but she had already moved on.

"I suppose your wondering why I invited you in?"

"The waters great!" I managed to say.

She smiled again and said in matter of fact tone of voice, "Well, you can have
some anytime, just knock."

WOW! I was in heaven thinking that we could actually become friends. That
offer in itself was enough to make this a great day for me. Then it got
better.

"Well, she said coyly, "I need a man!"

I just stared at her for a moment. I believe my mouth opened.

She laughed out loud when she saw my reaction. It was a rich hearty laugh. I
thought I would never get tired of hearing that laugh.

Then, she calmed a bit, and added, "No silly, I need some help with something
mechanical. Like most women, I'm all thumbs when it comes to fixing things."

As she spoke, she gestured to a corner of her office. For the first time, I
noticed the gym equipment. There was a treadmill and a bench with a weight
suspended from it. On the floor nearby was a few smaller weights used for
working the arms.

She herded me over to the treadmill, pointed, and explained further.

"Something's wrong with this gizmo. The treadmill is stuck on very slow."

I really wasn't mechanically inclined, but remarkably I immediately saw the
problem. This truly was my lucky day. I had a chance to impress her. All I had
to do was unscrew one nut and realign the two rods leading to the gearbox.

I thought the nut might be loose which was the reason for the malfunction so I
tried to twist the bolt with my fingers, but it wouldn't budge. Oh well, that
was a long shot I thought to myself. Turning to Alexandra, who was intently
watching me, I said offhandedly, "I'll need a wrench from maintenance."

She didn't answer, instead she tried the head of the bolt with her own long
delicate fingers. For a moment, it didn't budge and then she tried a bit
harder making a grimace with her face. The bolt immediately gave way and she
started to unscrew it. Then she stopped, looked up at me, and gave me a sexy
wink before she continued to unscrew the bolt.

I looked down in surprise and she quickly said in a whimsical voice, "It must
have been stuck."

I nodded to her in full agreement as I took over the removal of the screw.
While I continued to work, I spoke with a bit of awe in my voice and told her,
"I see this equipment isn't going to waste."

That brought another hearty laugh from her, and then she added, still watching
me intently, as I started to realign the gears, "Oh no, I'm an exercise
fanatic, and a workaholic. I believe if your going to commit to something,
you'd better go all the way.

I looked up for a moment and said sincerely, "It shows."

"Well, thank you. I'll take that as a compliment."

As I continued to work, she asked offhandedly, "Do you like to exercise?"

"I looked up again, and could see that she was staring very intently at me.

"I don't do it enough," I said honestly.

She nodded agreeing with my assessment. Then it looked like she was deep in
thought for a brief time before she asked, "How old are you?"

I didn't see that one coming. I didn't immediately answer her as I continued
to work on the treadmill, but when I did look up, I could see that she was
still staring at me waiting patiently for an answer.

For the first time, I felt that tremendous court presence of hers, and I
seemed compelled to answer her.

"Twenty eight." I mumbled as I started to fiddle with the machine again.

"And your height?" she inquired.

This time, I said more readily in an embarrassed tone, "Five ten."

As I said it, I wondered if she liked tall men. I was doomed if that was her
preference. I, on the other hand, simply loved tall women.

Sometimes, at work my mind would wonder to a scene on the beach, and I could
envision her in a very small bikini by the water. She was always running in
the sand towards me with those marvelously long and muscular limbs pumping up
and down as she ran, and at the same time, those ample breasts of hers were
flopping up and down to the rhythm of her strides. I think I could have
maintained that daydream for hours just watching her run along the beach.

Alexandra brought me back from my thoughts as she said further, "I'll bet you
weigh only about 150 pounds too."

Before I could answer her, she added, "You need to put on some muscle
mass...here feel this."

What she did next really blew my mind. She took off her sweater and exposed
her bare arms. Then, she made a muscle for me. As she flexed for me, it just
seemed to explode right out of her arm.

I gawked at it for a moment. It was as big as orange..a navel orange.

She saw my reaction, smiled, then said proudly, "Go on, feel it."

I hesitated.

"Go on, it won't bite," she said jokingly. Then she quickly added, "Unless, of
course, I want it too."

With a trembling hand I felt that rock hard muscle of hers. It wouldn't give a
bit. It was like it was made out of marble. I couldn't believe a woman and an
incredibly beautiful woman at that could have something so out of the
ordinary.

As I continued to feel it in total awe, I could see her tense even more, and
then she said more seriously, "Harder, really squeeze it."

My hand was no longer mine to command. Instantly, I squeezed as hard as I
could trying to dent it just a little. It was no use. It was like squeezing a
stone, a very hard stone.

After having squeezed her muscle for what seemed like and eternity, and having
no luck in making any impression on it at all, I tried to get my racing heart
back under control before I went back to the task at hand. As she put her
sweater back on, Alexandra had one more surprise for me.

"Now, you make a muscle!"

For the third time, I immediately stopped what I was doing and looked up at
her. This time, I'm sure she could read the dread on my face. I wasn't about
to make a muscle for her. It was just too embarrassing. Especially, after I
had seen hers.

"Go on," she commanded in that forceful voice of hers.

Have you seen the movie Dune? It was like she was using the voice on me. I'm
sure I was red as a beet, but I still found myself reacting to her command as
my arm involuntarily went into position. I was finding it difficult if not
impossible to say no to her.

As soon as I made a muscle for her, she immediately started to laugh. "I can't
see anything, silly. Take your sport coat off and your shirt too," she
commanded.

That commanding voice again! I couldn't believe I was doing it, but off came
my coat and the shirt too. Then I made another muscle for her. It was about as
big as a prune, a very small prune.

I could see her expression change from sheer astonishment to mild humor as she
beheld it.

"Pitiful! she exclaimed.

With that remark, I tried to tense up as much as I could, but it didn't seem
to help much.

Then her right hand seemed to engulf my entire muscle, and I felt the pressure
immediately. My muscle quickly withered under her assault, and it started to
get painful very quickly.

"OK!..OK!..Enough!" I yelped.

She didn't let up and she actually started to dig her fingers right into the
meaty part of my muscle. I'm embarrassed to say that her fingers met little
resistance as they dug deeper and deeper into my arm, and the pain became
excruciating.

Soon, the pain was so intense that I couldn't even scream, instead I looked up
at her with what I'm sure was a pitiful look on my face. As this was going on,
I could see that she was studying me intently as she continued to bare down
with her fingers.

I closed my eyes and tried to scream, "Uhh..Uh."

The noise I was making was barely audible, but I'm sure she knew she was
really hurting me.

Finally, her steel fingers let up and my hand immediately went to my arm and
started rubbing the damaged tissue. As I did so, she commented, "You really
need some work. I bet I could get you into my gym."

"You know, you really hurt me." I mumbled.

"Oh c'mon," she said as she slapped my back, "A big strong man like you?..Now,
what about my offer?"

Still rubbing my arm, I managed a halfhearted, "Thanks, but I doubt if I could
afford it."

"Don't worry, I'll get you in..and it won't cost you a thing."

"I don't know," I muttered. It was an offer no sane man would refuse, but my
arm still hurt like hell, and I wasn't thinking very clearly.

She seemed to ignore my last remark and she added in a very coy voice, "Of
course, most of the members are women..You wouldn't mind working out with
dancers and athletes and super models, would you?"

It just sounded too good to be true, and I would see her a lot as well.

She paused a moment like she was considering something. A few seconds later,
she seemed to make up her mind, and then she hit me with the most amazing
possibility yet.

"You know, we really shouldn't be discussing this at work. If you really don't
have that hot date this weekend....Maybe, Saturday?...."

She was asking me out. Even I could see this for what it was.

My arm felt instantly better, and in as humble a voice as I could muster, I
asked, "I don't have hot date....Uh, this Saturday anyway. Would you like to
go to dinner on Saturday....Umm, to discuss my training...I mean my
application to your gym?"

She just looked at me for a moment with a very blank stare. It was enough for
me to doubt everything I had just heard prior to that moment. Had I
misinterpreted everything she said?

Then her face lit up with that electric smile of hers, and she said, "Why,
Tim, I'd love too."

I didn't even now she knew my name.

As I pondered my unbelievably good fortune, Alexandra added, "I'll have you up
to one eighty in no time, and it will be all muscle mass too..But of course,
you still won't be as strong as me." And then she winked at me.

At that precise moment, I really didn't care much about all that. I was
totally oblivious to her remarks as I realized I was about to actually go out
on a date with the girl of my dreams.

Alexandra left me to ponder my good fortune for a moment as she went over to
her huge desk and picked something up and began writing on it. When she came
back, she had her address for me and her phone number. It was written on the
back of one of her calling cards.

As I looked at the card, Alexandra threw out a few more tidbits.

"Pick me up at my apartment at shall we say 7:30 Saturday evening, and don't
be late," she scolded.

As we stopped at her door, I couldn't believe that had been two days ago.
Those two days had been an eternity for me, but the big evening finally came,
and now it was almost over. It had been a wonderful evening, but an evening I
could only afford maybe once every three years. Still, it had been worth it.

It was just a wonderful evening and I truly loved talking with her. I could
only hope she felt the same. The subject of the gym had never come up, and I
really didn't mind. The gym could wait for another day.

She even drove. It was the first time I was ever in a Jaguar. It was amazing
too how she seemed to take charge of everything, and she even ordered for me,
but I really didn't mind. Maybe, she knew I had never been in a place like
that before.

As Alexandra bent slightly and unlocked her door, I couldn't help glancing at
her backside. She was wearing a tight skirt and I could see the outline of her
strong buttocks beneath that skirt, and beneath that were those outlandish
calves of hers. Her physique just took my breath away.

After the door had been opened, she turned to me and said, You've been a very
good boy tonight, and your so cute...I think I'll let you come in."

Before I could accept, she lightly ran the back of the tips of her long
delicate fingers across my face, and added, "Unless, of course, your afraid to
be alone with such a big girl?"

"I'm not afraid," I said fearlessly. Then I realized she was teasing me, and
an answer probably wasn't required.

As we walked through the door and into the foyer of the largest apartment I
had ever seen, Alexandra put her wrap down on a small table, and for a moment,
stared at herself in a life size mirror. As she did so, her eyes caught me
admiring her form.

As she turned and faced me, she asked sarcastically, "See something you like
back there, cutie?"

Maybe it was my imagination, but it seemed like her mood and the tone of her
voice had changed ever since we stepped off the elevator.

Then as if to confirm my suspicions, she added, "You're a horny little one,
aren't you? What do you like best, my big legs or my ass?"

Her question gave me another opportunity to look over her awesome physique,
and I took it as my eyes hungrily devoured every inch of her.

She was wearing a very tight fitting black skirt that ended several inches
above her knees revealing a super set of legs. For a moment, I could imagine
her long lovely limbs completely naked and exposed and the thought excited me.

As I thought about her legs, my eyes went back to that tight fitting skirt of
hers. It truly looked like it was painted on her, and it revealed eye catching
feminine curves stating boldly that there was a powerful yet truly feminine
body underneath. She was no delicate creature by any means, but rather the
artist that made her used bold confident strokes that still exuded an uncanny
feminine charm.

Then my eyes went to those two rounded protuberances on her backside, and I
could see the feminine thrust of her strong buttocks beneath. It was
undeniable, Alexandra had a big ass, but on her it looked great, and I
wouldn't have changed it for the world..

Slowly, my eyes made their way down her long powerful looking and oh so
shapely legs. At the end of my journey, I beheld the black three inch pumps
she was wearing. They added height to an already tall an overwhelming girl and
they accentuated the shapely and powerful curve of her calves. My eyes just
couldn't get enough of those calves. I always asked myself the same question
when I saw them. How could something that looked so powerful be so feminine
looking as well?

For the first time, my eyes made the journey up her long torso. She was
wearing a very expensive silk blouse that was a perfect contrast to her skirt.
Together with her jewelry, it gave an elegant look to a very massive but
beautiful creature.

And if her ass jutted out in one direction, her breasts did the same in the
opposite direction. My mouth seemed to go dry every time I contemplated those
massive looking breasts of hers. For some reason, I could never picture them
completely exposed. My mind just couldn't fully comprehend them I guess.

Finally, I beheld her beautiful face; high cheek bones, large sensuous red
lips, huge oval eyes which burned with green fire at there heart offset by
long eyelashes, and framed by mid shoulder length blonde hair. And in the
center of it all a cute little button of a nose that gave her face her central
theme. Alexandra's look could take ones breath away, and as always, I found
myself breathless.

Alexandra had given me the time for my journey, but now she grew restless and
she asked again, "Well?"

I heard myself saying, "Both." It was an undeniable fact.

What she did next just blew my mind.

"Thanks!" she said coyly. Then she lifted up her skirt.

An audible gasp escaped my lips, an I muttered out loud, "Oh God!"

"Why, what's the matter, sweet pea?" she asked in an even more playful manner.

Again, I couldn't help myself from answering as I looked at her beautiful
thighs in adoring admiration.

"You're legs, they're so beautiful and they look so strong."

Still holding her skirt up, she lifted and extended out one of her long
glorious legs for my devouring eyes, and she tensed it to show off all it
beautiful curves and eye popping muscles.

"You're right about my legs, sugar, see what fifteen years of intensive
exercise will do for a girl."

Suddenly, Alexandra's expression changed and I thought her look was almost
threatening.

"I've been aware of you for sometime. Always leering at me at work and hiding
behind water coolers to catch glimpses of me as I walked by....Don't deny it!"

I lowered my head. How could I deny it. It was true, but I thought I had been
so careful, and I really didn't mean any disrespect.

As I looked up to answer, Alexandra was already striding towards me, and when
she stopped, her firm tits were touching my chest as she peered down at me
with those steely green eyes of hers.

"There are a lot of shy little guys in the world, just like you. They're
called voyeurs. They don't have the courage to ask a beautiful woman out. All
they can do is daydream about one or another of her body parts all day. It's
because they're not real men, just weaklings, like you, who want to be
dominated and controlled. It's so pitiful!

She paused and put her hands on her hips still looking at me as she did so.
Then she let out with a haughty laugh.

I just couldn't believe it. My date was starting to turn into a nightmare and
my anger was building.

After her laughter died down, Alexandra continued with her scalding attack.

"Such a candy ass you are! I bet you just loved it when I took control
earlier. Now, I bet you're hoping I'll rip your clothes off and drag you to my
room and make passionate love to you because you don't have the balls to take
charge yourself."

I felt myself blushing and I answered back angrily, "I'm n---not like that!
And I'm not a voyeur! It's just that I didn't think you were in my league is
all....And can't a man admire a work of art."

My last statement stopped her diatribe for a moment, then she cupped my chin
with her hand in a very belittling and derisive gesture and said in a more
seductive tone, "If you're a real man, then why are you shaking?"

I lost it. She was challenging my manhood. I couldn't let her get away with
that, even if she was a dream walking. Angrily I knocked her hand away, and
said in a very aggressive tone, "Stop it!"

For a moment, she gave me a looked that said I went way too far. Then her
expression softened and she added, "It's OK, dearie, I like weak little men
like you." Then she winked at me and gave me a very strange look.

Her expression mocked me. I was mad as hell and red as a beet. I was about to
lose my temper.

She had to see I was about to blow, but it didn't stop Alexandra from
blistering me further, "Hey, you're real cute when you're angry. Maybe I'll
overpower you, and make you my little bitch, you'd like that wouldn't you."

I shook my head trying to control my temper, but I still said the first thing
that came to my mind.

"Maybe, its you that's jealous, doing a man's job, adding muscles to your
body....I think you have penis envy."

Then I added even more angrily, "Maybe, that's why when I came back here with
you, that you're trying to act like a man."

Her beautiful green eyes widened, and this time it was her that tried to
control her temper. As I looked at her, I had a moment of regret. Maybe, I had
gone too far. Still, I did feel more in control, I crossed my hands about my
chest and waited for her next volley.

She smirked when she saw my body language and then she said in a very
controlled manner, "Usually when a man resents a woman taking the initiative,
It's because they aren't very manly themselves!"

Then changing her tact, she stepped very close and added, "After all, darling,
no healthy woman wants to wait all night for some meek little weakling of a
man to get his courage up!"

That did it. She may have been a dream walking, but I just couldn't stand by
and let her talk to me like that. She would never respect me ever again. I
shoved her back hard, and I regretted that the moment I did it. It was not
like me, but I was like a man possessed.

I couldn't stop, the argument had escalated beyond my control.

"You know what you need," I said. "you need a good spanking!"

I saw her face contort and then I heard a snarl and the next thing I knew we
were rolling around on the floor. It didn't take long for Alexandra to gain
the upper hand. In a matter of moments, she was astride me with both of my
hands pinned over my head and plastered to the floor.

"Well, that was easy," she sang out.

"Get off of me you cow!" I snarled back.

"Why don't you show me how manly you are, and make me. After all, you're the
big strong man, and I'm only a girl," she teased.

That got my dander up and I renewed my efforts. I thrashed about for a few
more minutes, trying to get my arms free or attempting to buck her off me, but
she was way to strong and too heavy for me to have any effect on her at all,
and she easily rode out my pathetic attempts to get free.

After my strength played out, she hit me with a few more embarrassing remarks.

"My, your even weaker than I thought. Can't get out, can you? Only wimps let
girls do this them....What kind of man are you?"

I renewed my efforts to get free, but I might as well have been fighting the
wind. When I calmed down once again, Alexandra brought my two wrists together,
over my head, and transferred both to one of her hands. She was now
controlling both of my hands with only one of hers, and she leaned forward
slightly to add force to the hold.

This freed up her left arm and she used that to run her hand lightly over my
face to increase my feeling of helplessness. Why she did that, she spoke to me
softly in a very deep husky voice.

"You are such a cream-puff. I knew you'd be perfect for me."

What was she talking about?

"After I train you a bit, I may even let you stay here with me..But on my
terms, of course."

"I want out," I yelled.

"You say one thing, but your little dingus says another."

I couldn't deny it. Her big body was definitely having an effect on me in
spite of the thrashing she was giving me.

Then in one quick motion, she changed her position on me. I was now in a tight
body scissors with her legs wrapped around my midsection and her ankles firmly
locked. Her one arm had my head and she drew it close to her bosom as she
began to apply pressure. One of my arms instinctively went to her ankles, but
it was totally useless for me to try and pry those two dominating legs apart.

In the next few moments those large thighs of hers gave my waist an incredible
crushing. I couldn't breath and it felt like my ribs were about to break from
the unbelievable pressure.

I could here Alexandra gloating, "American men are so weak. My twelve year old
sister could take you..no problem."

All I managed to say was, "P-please"

"Such a cream puff....Can't even take a little loving from my legs!..No doubt,
the objects of your lust filled dreams for the last three years.

Soon my hand fell away from her ankles as all resistance was squeezed right
out of me. As soon as Alexandra saw that, she leaned back her head and braced
her hands on the floor, emitted a low sexy growl, and really turned on the
pressure. The pain was immediate and intense. Mercifully, I blacked out in a
matter of seconds. That was all I remembered for awhile.

I'm not sure how long I was out, but when I regained consciousness, I was down
to my underwear and Alexandra was standing before me still flushed with
excitement with her easy victory over me.

As soon as she saw me reviving, she announced, "Well, Girlie-boy are you ready
for phase two."

I had no idea what she was talking about. All I wanted to do was get the hell
out of there, but I still couldn't get up and I was sure she wouldn't have let
me waltz right out of there anyway.

Then she was talking again. "I waited till you came back to the land of the
living before I undressed. I thought you might appreciate the show."

As soon as she finished her statement, she smiled at me and began to take off
her blouse revealing a large sexy looking black bra. It had to be a thirty
eight double D, but Alexandra was a big woman and it may have been larger.

As soon as she threw the blouse to the side, she asked, "Well..."

All I could do was nod that I did indeed like what I saw.

She smiled at my reaction and then grabbed her skirt and began to edge it up
her body and over her head. As she did so, she wiggled her hips in an
unbelievably sexy manner. As the skirt made it way up her torso, it revealed
her long sexy and powerful legs to my hungry eyes, and just a hint of her
pubic hair was visible as well around the incredibly small sheer black panties
she wore. I tore my eyes from that enticing black patch and beheld her legs in
all their glory. They were even more unbelievable and powerful than I had
imagined. They were so long and so powerfully built, but yet they were
unbelievably sexy. In spite of my condition, I felt myself reacting to her
overwhelming sexual allure.

As soon as the strip show was over, she turned around a few times and asked,
"You like!"

All I could do was nod again. That seemed to be enough for her at the moment.

Drawing nearer, she said, "C'mon, get up!"

I tried to rise, but I couldn't. I still had not recovered enough from her
body scissors.

In response, she sat down on a nearby chair and as she drew me to her, she
exclaimed, "Aw! Are you still tired my little cutie-pie?"

Again, she was much too quick for me, and in a matter of moments I again found
myself in another helpless position.

Alexandra was sitting in a large chair, and I was at her feet in a
constricting head scissors.

"Comfy," she asked mockingly.

My head felt so small between those mammoth legs of hers, and my hands, which
were free, were resting on her legs, but they seemed so tiny too, and I
doubted if they could pry open those mighty meaty thighs of hers.

"I'm about to begin your training," she informed me. " Don't fight me, it will
only go harder on you, and you really can't get out of there anyway. I find
one night with my legs is enough to bring any man around."

"This is kidnapping," I managed to mumble.

"Right! Do you want me to recommend a good lawyer?"

After her statement, I truly realized the helplessness of my situation. What
could I do? Tell the police I was overpowered by a beautiful woman and held
captive in her apartment? After they stopped laughing, they'd probably get me
for false arrest, and even if it went to trial, who could beat Alexandra in
court? No, all I would succeed in doing was to make myself the laughing stock
of New York and lose my job to boot.

With that realization firmly in my mind, I tried to escape. It was my only
option, but in my weakened condition, I knew my efforts were useless. Still, I
placed my hands on her shapely legs and renewed my efforts at trying to pry
myself free.

I think my attempts at escape really delighted her. Alexandra watched amused
for a minute or two and I could here her laughing from time to time at my
feeble efforts. When I stopped to catch my breath, she leaned forward, shook a
finger at me, and said amusingly, "See, I told you, that you can't get out of
there."

After resting for a minute or two, I renewed my efforts once more, and the
laughter returned.

Then I heard her say, "May as well make myself more comfortable."

And as I continued to struggle with her big muscular legs, she leaned back on
the chair and made herself more comfortable.

She amused herself by watching my useless struggles for a few more minutes and
then she announced, "Well, I think its time little one."

Almost immediately, I felt the sheer power contained in her legs. As soon as
she started to constrict her legs, my body tensed and my arms fell away from
them. They were now useless to help me to resist. It felt like I was in a
vice, a very feminine vice.

In just a matter of seconds, my whole world became those dominating thighs of
hers and from time to time a voice, from above, would intrude in on the pain.

"I'm only using just a fraction of their power," she informed me. "After all,
I want to train you, not kill you."

My mind couldn't comprehend that she could actually squeeze me a lot harder. I
was already finding it difficult to breath, and my jaw felt like it was about
to shatter. The pressure was just too great, I couldn't have answered her if I
wanted too.

Soon, I lost track of time and my mind seemed to enter a semi-conscious state
where my whole world was Alexandra's all-powerful thighs.

For the next half hour or so Alexandra tortured me relentlessly with tireless
legs, experimenting with various holds. I remember her bringing one of her
legs up in a figure four and choking me with the largest hardest female calf I
had ever seen. The fact that I was now being tortured by one of the objects of
my lust, over the last three years, did not make it any easier for me.

I could her Alexandra moaning slightly as well. I guess the thrashing she was
giving me was turning her on, and I could see her other leg which was sexily
stretched out next to me, and she was even pointing her toes in delight at my
predicament.

As my training continued, she would skillfully let up the merciless pressure
just enough to insure that I stayed conscious and in agony. The variation of
holds she very skillfully applied to my overmatched body led me to believe
that Alexandra must have been schooled in the art of wrestling.

I soon lost track of time once again as she put me in hold after hold with her
all-powerful legs. I never mounted any defense or attack in my depleted
condition. All I could do was emit a low painful moan when her legs allowed
it. The whole embarrassing display was a total cat and mouse affair.

Then finally, mercifully Alexandra straightened her legs and reversed them so
that her right leg crossed over her left and trapped my head around her
calves. From her vantage point above me she could look down and clearly see my
face as she slowly tightened the noose around my neck, and in a matter of
seconds she put me out once again.

When I finally awoke, Alexandra was sitting on her couch patiently waiting for
me to return to the land of the living, but there was one difference. She now
was completely naked, and to my surprise so was I. Even in my weakened
condition, I could appreciate the magnificent specimen before me. As I looked
on, she crossed her legs and began to flex the muscles in her powerful lower
limbs. It was an incredible display, and I felt myself getting hard.

As I sat before that magnificent specimen trying to regain my senses, much of
my earlier bravado had disappeared. She truly looked like a goddess sitting
there, flexing for me, in all her glory. Her muscles were mind boggling, and
those legs. I estimated her calves alone were as wide as my skinny thigh. What
chance did I have against this goddess of fitness.

As soon as I was recovered enough to listen, Alexandra purred, "I enjoyed
that, did you? Well, do you still think I'm a manly-girl, girly-man?"

"You're magnificent!" I said and I meant it.

The awful truth was that despite the pain and embarrassment of being so easily
overcome by what was supposed to be member of the weaker sex, that I did love
to be near such a powerful and vital creature. I think she was awakening
something submissive in my nature. From the first moment I felt her power, I
felt my resistance slipping away.

Her power was frightening to me, but yet so terribly exciting as well. And no
one could deny her pure female essence. It was all so confusing.

Gauging that I had recovered sufficiently to move, she patted the couch next
to her and commanded in that imperious English accent of hers, "COME!"

In my weakened state, I could deny her nothing, and I tried to get to my feet.

"NO!" she said sternly, "CRAWL TO ME!"

Slowly, I put one hand before the other and crawled to her on my hands and
knees. It was so painful and I couldn't look her in the eyes. It was just too
embarrassing.

As I slowly made my way to her she said offhandedly, "You are so delightfully
weak, but perhaps you have other talents I could exploit. You're certainly not
a fighter, how about a lover?"

When I reached her feet, she reached down and pulled me up easily next to her
on the couch. As soon as I was there, she pulled me close to her overwhelming
body and literally engulfed me between her arms. I felt so small and
insignificant next to this awesome female animal, and as I looked up into her
eyes she drew my head to hers and laid a passionate kiss on my lips. Even her
kisses were dominate because as she held me, she thrust her tongue in my mouth
and raped it.

I nearly feinted, once again, from all the womanhandling, but her arms held me
tight and upright. All my senses were reeling, but I did realize she was using
me, and there wasn't much I could do about it, and I really didn't want her to
stop either.

As she held me, one of her hands went down to my manhood and began to
manipulate it back to life. She was toying with it as she had toyed with the
rest of my body, and soon I was getting hard again. Then she began to kneed my
nipples. I was lost in a sea of lust for this larger than life woman despite
the fact that she was the aggressor and playing the traditional role of the
male.

She kissed me again and this time when she pulled away she asked seductively,
"Do you want me?"

Her hot breath mingled with mine and it only made my head spin more, but
somewhere down deep there was still a small kernel of resistance left in me,
and I said nothing.

"Well, I am going to take you, cutie! I'm going to fuck you silly, little man.

Maybe, she read my mind because she added, "Don't worry, you'll love it.
You'll be a man elsewhere, but here you'll be my little toy boy."

At that moment all my resistance faded, and I moaned, "Yes, take me!"

When I had given in to her completely, she reacted by pushing me off the sofa.
All I could do was look up at her with a sad little expression on my face.

Reaching down and grabbing my ear, she painfully made me get to my feet. As I
was led to her legs once again, "She informed me about phase three."

"Remember your earlier remark about me needing a spanking when in reality it
really was you who wanted a big strong girl, such as me, to spank you."

As she spoke, she led me, by the ear, across her firm lap and then closed her
legs around mine.

"I'm right aren't I?" she demanded.

From somewhere I found a small nugget of defiance and I managed to shake my
head no.

"Oh Yes I am!" she shouted. 'And when I'm done, you'll be thanking me for
whipping your sorry ass. Now just lie there and Mommy will discipline her
little boy so that he doesn't try to act all tough and Macho ever again."

As soon as she was done with her little diatribe, she tightened her big legs
around my smaller skinnier ones and that jammed my growing manhood tightly
into her thigh. The sensation was just totally mind blowing. She completed her
preparations by grabbing both of my wrists with one of her big hands. I was
totally and completely immobilized and my bare ass was ready for tanning.

The spanking lasted a good five minutes and she had me sobbing and pleading in
no time. It sounded like a gun shot when her large palm smacked into my
totally defenseless ass. As the pummeling continued, the smacks increased and
reached there awful rhythmic crescendo about five minutes later. Despite the
terrible pummeling I was receiving, and the pain I was enduring, there were
other sensations as well. Sensations of total submission and blissful relief.

When I climaxed, she crushed my cock into her powerful thigh, flexing her
mighty meaty muscles against it and draining every drop from me, and while
this was occurring she laughed at my weakness. Then abruptly it was over and
she pushed me off her lap. I landed in a heap at her feet. My body landing in
a disjointed mess, my arms seemingly frozen a few inches from my sides. I
looked like a man who had just been hit by a speeding car.

And when I refocused, Alexandra was above me, her magnificent nude form
standing over me like some victorious prizefighter after the final knockout
blow had been struck, her fists clenched and legs akimbo. Thus showing off her
magnificently muscled body to her beaten foe.

I couldn't move, I couldn't speak, every bit of defiance had been beaten out
of me. All I could do was look up at this goddess like some Greek warrior who
had strayed to close to Medusa, and been turned into some sorry and grotesque
statue for all time.

What she did next did not surprise me. She was now acting like some Amazon
warrior who was about to collect her prize. She straddled my body crushing me
beneath her overwhelming form, her huge breasts pressed dominantly into my
face, and grabbing both my wrists and pinning my arms in one last act of total
dominance, she bent down and engulfed my lips once again. At that moment, I
gave in to her completely for ever, and I think she could sense my body and
mind surrendering completely.

But it did not end my ordeal. As soon as she felt my body give in and
completely surrender to her superior one, she thrust her tongue deeply into my
mouth raping it once again.

I don't know how long she held me in that superior position. I was hers to do
with as she pleased, and time had no meaning. She was claiming her prize. All
I know is that I reacted to her and my dick got hard once more.

Finally, she stood up and looked down at me and smiled. I must have been an
absurd sight to behold because she finally laughed for a few brief seconds,
and then I received another command.

"WORSHIP ME!"

Slowly, I struggled to my hands and then I grabbed her strong body pulling
myself to my knees, and then, abjectly, I kissed her strong knees, and my
fingers ran worshipfully over her hard chunky calves.

With her hands on her hips she stared down at me while I paid homage to every
part of her legs. Her face showing no expression as I diligently worked, but
rather she looked down at me like some dispassionate god ready to strike me
down for some perceived indiscretion.

Finally, I worked my way up to her pubic mound and then played my tongue
gently over the promised land. Her response was immediate and surprisingly
tender. As I continued with my work, her expression softened and she started
to run her fingers through my hair. I could hear gentle moans almost sobs of
pleasure emanate from her lips. Soon her breathing became irregular and just
when I thought she would reach orgasm, she gently pushed my head away, reached
down, and lifted me up.

"Put your legs around my waist," she commanded.

And as I did, my arms reached for and gently surrounded her neck. I hugged her
to me in another act of joyous surrender. When I was supported by her
magnificent body and safely in her strong arms she whispered into my ear,
"I've got you haven't I."

"Yes," I whispered back, "please keep me."

She laughed and then said huskily, "My poor little weak and defenseless
darling..I'll take care of you..You're mine now."

And as she started to walk towards her bedroom, with me securely in her arms,
she whispered even more seductively, "You'll be mine for as long as I want
you....I'll keep you here with me...you'll have to quit work, but I'll support
you, and take care of you."

As we disappeared into her bedroom, a few tears ran down my cheek. I couldn't
imagine being anywhere else. I wasn't sure what the future would hold, and I
didn't care.

The End