Spanish Spitfire
by valerafon
Men are not the only ones with tempers.


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.

Did you ever continue to go out with someone even though you knew the
relationship had no chance? Well, that's what I was doing. It's not that she
isn't stunning because she is, and it's not that she isn't smart because she
is. It's more a problem with me. I'm just an average Joe. Oh, I'm good looking
or so I've been told by members of the opposite sex on more than one occasion,
but my job takes up a lot of my time, and I really don't earn all that much.
Therein lies the problem.

This girl is way out of my league. Her name is Isabelle Rotondo. An
unbelievable Spanish beauty with dark hair and the sexiest deepest most sultry
voice I had ever heard. Combine that with deep dark penetrating eyes, and an
immaculate complexion to go along with the biggest most delectable red lips I
had ever seen. She looks a lot like Barbara Carrera of James Bond fame, I
thought. Wow! What a beauty! She was every males walking talking wet dream,
and I was thinking of breaking up with her.

I'm not crazy believe me. It's just that what she wanted to do and where she
wanted to go cost a lot of money. Money, I really didn't have and couldn't
afford to lose, and there is one other thing too. She has a really bad temper.
On several occasions, a poor hostess or a maitre d' said or did something that
really set her off. First, those eyes of hers would flash and then she let out
with the worst verbal tirade I had ever heard. Of course, it cowed everyone
and she got exactly what she wanted. I'm just glad I've not rubbed her the
wrong way. I'm not sure I could handle that temper of hers. It scares me to
even think about it. Its like she's a walking time bomb.

Tonight, I was going to break the bad news to her. This would be our last
date. Like I said, she was just out of my league. I was waiting for her
outside my apartment. Tonight, she said she had a surprise for me and would
provide the transportation.

A large black limousine pulled up next to the curb and stopped a few feet from
me. I couldn't see through the tinted glass and I really didn't think it was
Isabelle so my thoughts went elsewhere. A moment later, I noticed a small
blond in a chauffeurs outfit complete with hat, get out and smile my way. She
opened the side door and waited.

That's when she said, "Madame is waiting Monsieur!" in the sexiest French
accent I had ever heard.

I hesitated a moment till I saw Isabelle poke her head out and motion for me
to come. In a matter of seconds, I was sitting next to her as the car sped
off.

Isabelle was wearing a very revealing red evening gown that had a slit cut up
the side exposing an ample portion of one of her long luscious legs. I looked,
no I stared. What man wouldn't have done the same thing in my place.

She leaned over, kissed me lightly on the lips, and asked, "Martini?"

Even a light peck from her had a major effect on me and I said in a somewhat
flustered voice, "Sure!" as she proceeded to pour me a drink. While I waited,
I tried to regain my composure and that's when I noticed that the blond
chauffeur was staring at me through the rearview mirror. She had the sexiest
most penetrating eyes I had ever seen, with the possible exception of
Isabelle. It was like she was staring right through me and it made me feel
uncomfortable like she knew something I didn't.

Isabelle handed me the martini and at the same time saw where my attention had
been focused.

"Claire! Pay attention to the road, they'll be plenty of time later, to meet
Thomas."

Isabelle always called me Thomas even though I told her I prefer Tom.

Then Claire spoke, "Yes Madame!" she said very formally. But before her eyes
focused somewhere else, she said, "He is quite handsome ... ... ..Just like
you said."

Isabelle took her chauffeurs comment as a compliment to her, and said, "Why
thank you, Claire." And then the pretty blonde chauffeur shifted her
concentration elsewhere..

Before I could take a sip of my Martini, Isabelle grabbed my chin and made me
look her way. I was surprised at how strong her grip felt.

"That he is," she replied, and then she kissed me very passionately on the
lips. It was the most awesome kiss I had ever received and when it was over, I
reacted by gulping my drink down in one swig.

I think she enjoyed my reaction, but instead of saying anything, she took the
empty glass from my hand and started to pour me another.

When she was finished, she handed it to me and I immediately took another sip.
While she watched, she started to talk.

"As you can see, I'm quite wealthy ... ... .I own a home in Beverly hills
among others."

That's when I interrupted her and said, "From the clothes you wear and all the
fine jewelry, I sort of guessed that you might be wealthy."

Looking deeply into my eyes she said, "The amount of money you have, Thomas,
or your station in life is not important to me."

I interrupted her again, "Well, it is to me."

I saw her eyes flash briefly but she seemed to control it and when she spoke
again she was very calm.

"I have chosen you for other reasons."

"Chosen?" I asked a bit dumbfounded.

Expertly changing the subject, she said coyly, "I promised you a surprise
tonight ... ... ... ..I was hoping you would stay the night."

For a moment, I thought about the implications when she invaded my space by
leaning over and giving me a long lingering kiss. When it was over, she
continued to smile down at me from her superior position just above me. I
could feel her hot breath on my face as I stared into her lovely dark eyes.

She gave me a moment to compose myself and then she took the drink from my
hand. When her face returned, I could see she was as hot as I was. I was about
to say something when her lips overwhelmed mine once more. For the next twenty
minutes we made out in the back seat as Claire drove us home. Every so often
Claire would sneak a peak in back, and smile.

I was too occupied to see that the car had stopped at a large mansion up in
the hills.

"Madame, excuse me, but we have arrived," Claire said in that sexy French
accent of hers.

"See to everything," she said, "I'm going to show Thomas the house first."

"We madam," Claire said and immediately exited the car.

Isabelle was still poised above me and our hot breath mingled as she stared
down at me and said, "Come, I want to show you the house."

Without waiting for a reply, she grabbed my wrist and opened the door. I guess
I was too slow because she almost yanked me out of the car, and started to
pull me along as she walked. I was amazed at how strong her grip felt, and a
little mad that I was being dragged along like a small child.

She dragged me to the front door and then let go of my wrist. The first thing
I noticed was that she was several inches taller than me. On our other dates,
she never wore heels and I was a bit taller than her. I looked down and could
see she had on red pumps that matched her evening gown. When I looked up at
her, she was smiling. I got the distinct impression she liked the fact that
she was now taller than me.

There was another moment or two before she spoke and I took that moment to
look around while the blood flowed back into my hand. I didn't say anything
about the rough treatment because I didn't want her to think she was out with
a wimp.

"This is some place," I managed to say.

She reached out her hand and said, "You haven't seen anything yet."

I hesitated a moment, but took her hand in mine, and she led me inside.

Twenty minutes later the tour ended in her huge bedroom. Instead, of leading
me right out of there, she motioned for me to set on the bed and said in a
very provocative voice, "I'm going to change into something more appropriate
... ... ..Make yourself a drink."

Then she headed for another door which led to somewhere which wasn't part of
the tour.

As I looked around, my mind had time to think about what she might be changing
into, and I decided that I did indeed need another drink. Afterwards, I sat at
the end of her bed and waited. She was gone for over ten minutes and I had
time to finish my drink and put the empty glass back on the cart.

When she did returned, the wait had definitely been worth it. She was dressed
very provocatively to say the least. All she was wearing was a matching pair
of bra and panties which looked to be made out of some fine lacy cream colored
material. They were covered by a completely see through top which was not
buttoned but would have hid nothing underneath if it had been. One could see
right through to the bra and panties which themselves hid very little from
view if one really stared, and I was definitely staring.

Her magnificent legs were encased in sheer cream colored nylons which again
matched everything else. She finished the outfit with a pair of cream colored
pumps which really highlighted her awesome legs. I have to admit the ensemble
had the effect of highlighting her magnificent body to the utmost which was on
complete display.

She approached me like a runway model turning several times so I could take
everything in, and that's just what I did. When she drew close, she took off
her top and threw it over my head and asked, "You like?"

Taking the top off my head, all I could do was shake my head and say, "Wow!
... ... I like!"

She had left the door open and at that moment I heard a small noise from the
other side. Isabelle heard it too and exclaimed, "Oh, I have the cutest
surprise for you!" And with that she started coaxing something to come out
which was still hidden from my view.

"Come here! ... ... ..Come on! ... ... Come to mama," she ordered.

I was expecting to see a dog come trotting my way, and I really was not
prepared for what came darting out instead.

A ball headed dwarf less than three feet tall ran over and hugged Isabelle
legs. He took a peak at me, made a face, and then buried his head back in one
of Isabelle's creamy white thighs.

Isabelle then introduced us, "This is Tybo ... ... ..I won him in a poker game
a few years back ... ... ... .Isn't he the cutest little thing you ever saw!"

I was too shocked to speak and what would I have said. This had to be the
strangest thing I ever saw, and did her statement imply she owned him?

As I looked on in total disbelief, she tried to coax him over to me, "This is
Thomas ... ... Your going to be seeing a lot of him ... ... Go over and say
hello."

Instead of coming over, the little dwarf looked up in awe at his mistress.

Isabelle smiled down at him and said in a very firm but sexy voice, "You don't
want to make me angry, do you?"

He immediately shook his head vigorously back and forth indicating that he did
not want to make her mad, and I could see fear in his little face. With that,
he let go of her leg and slowly started to walk over, but he stopped halfway
and looked back.

"Go on!" she coaxed.

I was mesmerized at the sight of him and just looked down in wonder. When he
got to me, instead of extending his hand, his little hand shot out and hit me
very softly on the knee. I realized it was a major act of defiance on his
part. With that he ran back to her leg and buried his head again. The little
fellow was not only defiant but lightning fast as well. If I could have
laughed at all this I would have, but it was just too bizarre.

Isabelle was not amused. She yelled down at him, "Bad Tybo! ... ... .Bad!" And
then her eyes widened and flashed down at him.

When he saw that, he let go of her leg and put his little hands over his head
like he expected a beating and crouched down even lower.

Then Isabelle yelled at the top of her lungs, "CLAIRE!"

"Yes, madam," I heard a female voice say almost immediately. Claire had
appeared out of nowhere ready to do her mistress's bidding.

If my jaw dropped open before when the little dwarf came running out. This
time, my jaw probably was on the floor. Claire looked absolutely stunning. She
had shed her chauffeurs uniform for another. She was now dressed in a French
maids uniform complete with hat, and her very short skirt revealed a great set
of legs. Obviously, she held more than one job for Isabelle.

Claire stopped when she saw me sitting on the bed and gave me the once over.
While this was happening, the little fellow darted right over to her and
grabbed her leg and buried his head in her stomach making some little
squeaking sounds like he was distressed, but she completely ignored him for
the moment.

While Claire studied me, I returned the compliment. She was fabulous just like
Isabelle. Only she was more diminutive. I estimated she was no taller than
five two or five three. But she too was wearing heels which added to her
height. I thought she was a big contrast to Isabelle, but the contrasts were
delightful, and she definitely had her own charm..

She was fair from her blond hair to her striking features which made her
almost look angelic in appearance. It was hard to tear my eyes away from that
face, but I did. As my eyes made their way down her body she had rather large
breasts which her maids uniform had trouble concealing, and her skirt which
ended high up on her magnificent thighs hid nothing to conceal a truly great
pair of legs.

"Monsieur is Le Magnifique!" she finally exclaimed.

I guess she liked what she saw too.

Then Isabelle spoke, "Take Tybo for his walk ... ... .He's been very bad! ...
... ... .Remind me to punish him later."

As Claire shifted her gaze down towards the little dwarf, he started to squeak
even more in distress, and Claire tried to comfort him. Finally, she produced
a small chain from her pocket and attached it to his collar. So much had
happened that I hadn't even noticed he was wearing a small ornate collar.

Finally, when Tybo had calmed some, Claire reached down and effortlessly
lifted the diminutive man into her arms. As she lifted him, she said
soothingly, "Poor little Tybo ... ..He's been a bad boy, no?" Then she bounced
him up and down in her arms trying to soothe him like a mother would with a
small child.

Finally, she started to walk with the little man held snugly in her arms, and
as she walked, she added, "Come, let's let madam to her pleasure." And she
stopped once more and looked at me and smiled before she walked out the door.

I watched them leave in total incredulity. My mind just wouldn't accept what
had just transpired. While I watched them leave, still seated on the bed,
Isabelle came closer. When I realized she had moved closer, my gaze turned
upwards towards her. I did not have time to ask any questions.

She immediately started to run her one hand through my hair giving me a big
glorious smile. Her touch sent little sparks throughout my whole body. Before
long, she bent down and kissed me very passionately. When the kiss was over,
she grabbed my head and hugged it to her waist, and then she resumed playing
with my hair.

While this was going on and my mind was completely occupied with her nearness,
she asked me an innocent question in a very sexy voice.

"I can tell something has been bothering you lately, what?" she asked softly,
and she continued to hold me close and hug me to her the whole time playing
with my hair disarming me completely.

Women have a knack of asking the most innocent sounding questions at the most
inopportune times. You, of course, hesitate looking for the best possible
answer, making sure you will say nothing incriminating, and when finally you
answer her question, thinking your safe, all hell breaks lose.

Thinking I was safe, and ignoring the problem with the dwarf completely, I
replied, "Well, its just that I'm not sure this can workout between us ... ...
I mean ... .."

That's all I got out because Isabelle grabbed my hair and forcefully yanked my
head away from her body so I had to look up at her, and when I did, I saw a
very scary sight. Her eyes were the widest I ever saw them and they were
flashing out there warning.

I'm no wimp, I have never been afraid of a woman, but at this moment I was
truly scared.

I didn't even have time to modify my statement because she lashed out and hit
me squarely on the jaw with a powerful uppercut. My body responded by moving
up and back. I don't even remember falling back onto the bed with my arms
outstretched. I'm not sure if I momentarily blacked out, but I was very groggy
for some time.

Isabelle mounted the bed and kept up her attack straddling my body holding my
midsection tightly with her gorgeous nylon encased thighs. At the same time,
she grabbed my shirt at the collar and lifted my head up so she could speak to
me. I was barely conscious and in no condition to offer much resistance.
Isabelle had put me in this sorry state with just one punch.

"So this is how its going to be? ... ... ..I invite you to my house ... ...
..Put on a sexy outfit, just for you ... ... ... And you return my kindness by
telling me you intend on dumping me!"

She was beyond furious. I could still see it in her eyes. I tried to say
something anything but it mostly came out as incoherent gibberish. In any
case, Isabelle responded by slapping me very hard across the face. My eyes
rolled from the blow and my head fell back against the bed, but my ordeal was
not over. Instead, it was just beginning.

I felt her thighs tighten around my waist imprisoning my arms underneath her
as well, and then the blows started reigning down fast and furious, slap after
debilitating slap. She was hitting me so hard my face was turning back and
forth from her blows. She was pummeling me mercilessly.

During this ordeal she was shouting at me, "You men are all alike ... ... ..I
try to show you a little kindness, but noooo! ... .You always have to go and
muck it up!"

She continued with the slaps for what seemed like an eternity and then she
grabbed my collar once again and lifted my battered face up off the bed and
screamed at the top of her lungs, "AHHHHHH!" shaking her head violently back
and forth in great anger or more accurately in a temper tantrum before her
eyes flashed dangerously once more at me.

That's when her right fist smashed into my nose. The blow had been short but
powerfully delivered and I felt my head snap back and my eyes flutter in their
sockets, but she wouldn't let my head fall back. She was still holding my
collar, with her one hand, in a powerful grip. I had been rendered
semi-conscious from the first blow and I still could not yet mount any type of
defense. I was totally at her mercy.

At this point, she was still as angry as I had ever seen any woman. Then she
actually pulled my face closer and started to bite it with those ruby red lips
of hers.

She was actually mauling my face with her teeth, and I couldn't lift my hands
at all to try and ward her off. Her legs saw to that.

"I finally was able to utter a pathetic, "Pleeasse!"

Isabelle ignored my plea and yanked my right hand out from under her and
started to bite that as well, really sinking her teeth into my hand.

That was so painful that it elicited the first real scream from my lips,
"AHHHHHHH!"

When she tired with that torture, she got off of me and dragged my body up by
the hair till I was forced into a sitting position on the bed. No resistance
was possible. I was more unconscious than conscious. If she had let me go, I
would have immediately fallen backwards on to the bed. But she kept me propped
up and in that position, by holding my hair, for some time till she slapped me
hard across the face. As she slapped me, she let my hair go. Her blow knocked
me back unto the bed and then she dragged me right back up into the same
position, and then she slapped me again. She repeated the same procedure
several times till my eyes were starting to swell shut, and I was barely
conscious.

When she had me propped up and in a sitting position again, this time she
didn't slap me immediately. Instead, she rubbed her hand across my face in a
playful caress, she even bent down and kissed my lips. Her hot breath and the
sensual kiss just added to my total confusion. She had taken me beyond the
pain I was experiencing. I felt my mind let down its guard truly enjoying the
kiss when she hit me hard across the face once more. Only to be dragged up
once again and kissed even more sensually.

My eyes had closed momentarily, and when they opened. I saw that there was
blood on her face. It had to be mine. I must have been bleeding profusely
because there was a lot of it, but I did sense a change in her mood. She was
becoming more playful and her words had no anger in them even though I
couldn't understand them.

Finally, she moved behind me on the bed and I felt my body being dragged more
onto the bed so that only my legs, at the knees, were draped over the side.
Then she made herself more comfortable sitting behind me with her one leg
folded around my windpipe and her other leg stretched out next to my body. I
could feel her one large calf muscle holding me tight, but it wasn't yet
cutting off my air flow. I had often looked at her calves on our dates. They
were very large and very muscular and very sexy looking and now I had the
opportunity to experience them up close and personal. Next to my face was her
one pump and in my delirium, I aimlessly placed my one hand on her ankle, but
there wasn't any strength left in my hand to try and move her leg.

That development elicited a remark from her, "The naughty little boy wants to
touch mama's leg!"

She didn't try to bat my hand away and I didn't try any resistance just yet. I
think she wanted to see if I was going to start struggling, but I had to
recover more first. My mind had retreated from the pain into some
semi-conscious nether world, and everything seemed more like a dream than
reality.

For a few minutes I received a respite and I felt my mind clearing slowly. I
even heard her humming now. Finally, I became alert enough to look up to a
truly glorious sight. Past the twin peaks of her magnificent breasts, I saw
her smiling down at me. It was such an awesome sight that I momentarily forgot
everything that had just happened and involuntarily smiled back up at her.

I felt so embarrassed, she had just kicked the crap out of me and I was
smiling up at her like some masochistic totty. Finally, my eyes darted down
surveying my situation and feeling that big calf of hers more clearly now.
When I looked back up again, I could see her nonchalantly fixing her hair. It
must have come undone in the fight if you could call it a fight.

"I think I'll make myself a bit more comfortable if you don't mind." She
stated in a matter of fact tone. I could tell from her voice and even more
clearly from her eyes that her rage had subsided.

That's when I looked up again and saw her taking off her bra. Even though I
had just been beaten silly, I could not help but look up in lust. As her
magnificent breasts came spilling out of their confinement, I realized just
how big and beautiful they were. Even in my sorry condition, I felt a tinge of
lust for those magnificent globes just above my head, and I had to actually
fight back the urge to touch them. I didn't know what her response would be
and I certainly didn't want to anger her further.

Then she slightly bent the leg that was laying parallel to my body, reached
out, and took her pump off.

Bringing it to my face she ordered, "Kiss it!"

I was alert enough to finally show some gumption, and I turned my head away.

"Naughty boy!" she chastised, and then she reacted further by tightening the
muscle laden noose around my neck.

I reacted by trying to remove her leg from off my neck with the hand I had on
her ankle,. I moved her leg slightly, but her right hand went to her foot,
fortifying the hold, and stopping any minor success I was having. At the same,
time the noose tightened around my neck to the point that I could no longer
breath easily, and moving my head was no longer an option. I couldn't believe
how effortlessly she was controlling me. It made me realize just how awesomely
strong this woman must be.

After she had won the test of strength with my arm, she dug in her calf muscle
around my neck even more to the point that she was about to win that battle as
well.

I was ready to kiss her shoe for a breath, but I heard her say, "Hmmm!" Then
she yelled, "CLAIRE!" and eased up the crushing pressure of her big sexy calf.

Claire appeared out of nowhere as usual and she yelled in a concerned voice,
"What is it, Madam?"

That's when she spied me and saw my predicament exclaiming, "Sacra Bleu! ...
... ... .He has been a bad boy already?"

"Yes, very bad," Isabelle exclaimed in a disgusted voice. "I try and be nice,
but men always have to test my patience ... ... .It's so discouraging."

Even though my wind pipe was being cut off, I managed to yell in a distressed
voice, "She beat the crap out of me."

"Ignore him, and be a good girl and wet some tissues for me, will you," she
asked Claire sweetly. Even as she started to strangle me again with that big
calf of hers cutting off any further protests from me.

Claire came back in a flash with some tissues and tried to hand them to her
mistress.

"No, no! ... ..Be a good girl and wipe his face for me, will you. He's a
mess."

Claire leaned on the bed and saw my face up close for the first time.

"Lord!" she exclaimed ... ... ... "You were very hard on him, Madam," she said
in a piteous voice.

Isabelle did agree with her to a point. "I am quick to anger," she said saying
the obvious like it wasn't obvious at all, why she still held me under control
with her big muscular calf.

As Claire gently dabbed my face and removed the blood, Claire said in her soft
French accent, "Monsier Thomas must not anger the madam in any way, I am
afraid she has a bit of a temper."

Sounding almost remorseful, Isabelle agreed, "I do, don't I, Claire?"

Was she kidding? She had the worst temper I had ever seen. I did not try and
offer any resistance. Instead, I let Claire clean my face. She was being so
gentle and so loving. She was such a contrast to her Spanish bitch boss.

After she had finished the task of cleaning my face, Claire bent down and
kissed me very tenderly right on the lips. I thought it would anger Isabelle,
but she remained silent. After the kiss, with Claire's beautiful features
filling my vision she said softly, "Poor Thomas! ... ... ... You must give in
to Madam Isabelle ... ... She is far too strong for you to resist her ... ...
..And you must not make her angry."

I couldn't have answered her if I wanted to. Her mistress had seen to that. I
had been to too rudely treated to give in to Isabelle. I was a man and she was
just a woman, and this was a man's world, after all. I would have my vengeance
and then I would dump her and never see her again.

I think Claire could see the defiance in my eyes and she said sadly, "This one
has spirit ... ... ..such a pity."

Quickly taking her eyes from me, Claire asked in a more business like tone to
her boss, "Will that be all, Madam?"

Isabelle shot back, "Remove his clothes."

The thought startled and embarrassed me and that was one indignity I would not
allow. I immediately started to thrash about trying to pry her leg off me once
again, and that brought an immediate response from Isabelle. She tightened her
noose really digging her big calf in around my neck. I could feel Claire's
hands on my legs, but I was still kicking and struggling anyway I could.

That's when I felt Claire press down hard with her fingers on first one of my
leg's and then another. She must have pressed some sort of nerve junction
because I felt both legs go numb and then I couldn't use them.

That latest development startled me and I stopped all my efforts at getting
free.

By this time Claire was talking off my shoes and socks. While she worked, she
spoke to me, "See little one, you have no chance ... ... The madam has taught
me many things ... ... You will regain the feeling in your legs in about ten
minutes, but they will remain weak for some time. ... ... .You must obey her!"

Isabelle, in response to my passiveness let up on her strangle hold a little
and then answered her maid, "He will learn ... ... ... Now remove the rest of
his clothes."

Resistance at this time was not possible so I remained passive. It was a great
shock to realize two women could control me so easily. I resolved that the
fight would continue, but when the odds were more in my favor.

Carefully, Claire removed my pants and then unbuttoned my shirt and removed
that as well. I thought they would stop there, but I was wrong.

"Remove his undergarments as well," Isabelle ordered.

Claire took my T-shirt and literally ripped it in two. I couldn't believe this
diminutive women could be so strong. It was the first show of her incredible
strength I had seen, but it would not be the last.

When my bare chest came into view, Claire took her hand and ran it lightly
over my chest playing with my chest hairs. I might not have any feeling in my
legs, but her soft touch on my chest felt marvelous.

"He has a nice body," Claire sang out, and then she added, "Tybo will be so
jealous."

"Yes," Isabelle exclaimed wickedly ... ... ... Now remove his shorts and be
quick about it."

Then, in a matter of seconds, my shorts were history too. I was able to tip my
head a little and watch what she was doing through my noose, and I saw her
feel my legs like she did with my chest, but I felt nothing and that panicked
me even though Claire had said feeling, in my legs, would quickly return.

"Then she reached for and imprisoned my Penis in her small hand and I felt
nothing there either.

Looking at me devilishly she proclaimed, "Monsieur Thomas is, shall we say,
well endowed ... ... ... A pity he will not be able to use his great weapon
for a while."

I guess that weapon had been temporarily put out of commission as well.

That's when Isabelle spoke up, "Thank you, Claire, but Thomas and I would like
to be alone for a while ... ... ... .His training must continue ... ... .I
will require none of my special outfits or equipment. Today he will experience
only the power of my body."

What the hell was she talking about?

"I will require the mats for some personal training ... ... .Place them next
to the bed."

From my place of imprisonment between Isabelle's legs, I could see Claire
place down several mats on the floor near the bed and spread them out. To me
they looked like regular gym mats. I didn't have a clue why Isabelle wanted
them.

After she had done her Mistress's bidding Claire walked over again, curtsied,
and said, "Madam, if you require anything else just call." But before she
left, she looked down on me once more and offered one final warning, "You must
give in ... ... ..Do not anger her in any way." And then she was gone as
quickly as she appeared.

So there I was completely naked, soundly beaten, with no use or feeling in my
lower limbs, and yet I couldn't take her advise. I was a man with a man's ego,
and somehow I would assert myself.

"Now where were we?" Isabelle asked out loud.

She spied her one shoe on the bed and exclaimed happily, "Ahhh! Yesss!"

Grabbing the shoe, she hovered it over my face, and explained why I was given
the first aid, "I didn't want blood on the shoe, they are my favorites, next
to my red pumps."

Then she brought the shoe even closer to my face and ordered, "Kiss it!"

That was something I just couldn't do, and I yelled defiantly, "No!"

I was lucky I didn't see her eyes flash but I felt the result. Her big calf
really bore down again sucking the defiance right out of me till I couldn't
breath and I couldn't talk and I thought I was going to blackout.

"Kiss it!" she ordered again.

My brain panicked, it turned a vile disgusting totally humiliating order into
something that sounded reasonable, and I found myself kissing her shoe.

"Make it nicer!" she ordered.

And I kissed it again and tried to put some feeling into it.

"That's better!" she said in a pleased voice, and then she started to turn the
shoe around in a slow deliberate manner. Her movements were hypnotic and sexy
and held my attention, and it was a few moments before I realized what she was
going to do next.

That's when I started to struggle again, and I really tried with all my
strength to move her big leg off of me, but I soon lost this test of strength
as well, and then the shoe started to slowly descend. Her leg cut off any
avenue of escape for my head and slowly but inexorably she fit the shoe snugly
over my nose.

I tried to hold my breath, but a squeeze from her calf foiled that plan as
well, and I took in the pungent aroma of sweaty nylon, leather, and woman
scent.

"Breath deeply," she commanded, and I had no choice but to close my eyes and
comply. The shame of it all overwhelmed my brain as her scent overwhelmed my
senses and a single solitary tear rolled down my cheek.

I opened my eyes in time to see her catch the tear on her finger, close her
eyes, and lick it sensually off her hand. She even had to capture my tears and
possess it like she was possessing me. That's when I realized everything she
was doing was all about control, and she fed off my reactions, but it was
impossible for me not to react. I was a man trapped in an unnatural situation,
and my only hope was to find a way out of this nightmare.

She held that shoe over my nose for what seemed like an eternity and I fought
back more tears. Finally, she removed it and put it down, and then she was
slipping off the other shoe. We went through the same ritual as before, first
I was made to kiss it and then she fit it over my nose. She watched me very
carefully as I fought not to breath, but that was a useless endeavor. I had to
breath, and her woman scent filled my lungs again.

As she watched the little scene play out, she finally she had a comment, "Tybo
loves the scent of my shoes ... ... ..Oh well, maybe it's an acquired taste
... ... ..But I am sure you will grow to love the smell and feel of my
personal things as well."

Her comment made me look up at my tormentor. Despite what she was doing to me,
I didn't yet hate her. I just didn't understand why she was doing this. What
sick pleasure could she derive from my suffering?

While she still held the shoe over my nose, she saw my pained confused
expression and finally decided to explain, "From the first time I saw you and
we talked, I knew you were the one. I'm going to possess you like I possess my
beautiful things, this house, Tybo ... ... .everything. You are my possession.
You belong to me now."

After her statement, she removed the shoe, bent down, and kissed me very
slowly and very sensually, like before I responded to her, and I hated myself
for it.

After the kiss, she continued her commentary, "I know your male pride won't
allow you to give in, but that will change as you come to realize that you can
not hope to resist me. I am a superior woman who takes what she wants, and I
want you."

As I listened and looked up into her eyes, I felt fear, and I hated myself for
that too, but I still found the breath to say, "I will fight you!"

My words elicited a strange reaction from her. Instead of angering her, she
laughed and said, "If it's further proof you want." And she removed her hand
from her ankle and said in a taunting voice, "Go on! ... ... ... .Show me what
you have!. ... ... .Your a big strong man! ... ... ... .Push my leg away and
escape."

Despite the fact that I had no feeling in the lower half of my body, I was
goaded into action, and I immediately tried to push her big leg off me with
all my strength. I struggled with her leg as she watched with an amused
expression on her face. Even though she didn't have her hand on her leg for
leverage, I couldn't budge it, and what made it worse, it seemed like she was
hardly exerting any effort in maintaining the status quo.

After a few minutes, my strength played out, and it was obvious to the both of
us that I couldn't get out. My male mind still couldn't deal with the truth
and I reasoned that I was in a weakened condition and that's why I couldn't
escape.

Instead of commenting on her victory she said, "Might as well make myself more
comfortable." And with that she drug me further on the bed and repositioned
her legs around me. I would like to say I mounted a valiant defense, but the
truth is that she moved me quite easily till I found myself in another
embarrassing position. This time her beautiful awesome legs enveloped my
midsection, and my hands were pinned to my sides between her legs making any
sort of defense impossible.

She was positioned comfortably on her side watching me closely with an amused
expression on her beautiful face. Every so often she would squeeze those big
thighs of hers eliciting a grunt from me. I knew this was just another game
she was playing. Just another game of cat and mouse, and I was the mouse.

Finally, she commented in a bored tone, "Well just wait her a bit till the
feeling in your legs come back. I want you closer to one hundred percent
before I take this to the mats."

Her statement made me realize my ordeal wasn't anywhere near over. I guess she
wanted to fight or wrestle with me, and I realized it would be a fight for
dominance.

Every so often, I would try to at least free my hands from there nylon encased
prison, but my best efforts were utterly useless. She just sat there amused
showing no signs that my best efforts were even making an impression on her.
Finally, after my latest attempt, I screamed in frustration. Isabelle watching
my outburst with delight commenting, "Uhhh! A temper tantrum! ... ... .How
cute!"

Then she squeezed me harder for effect eliciting another grunt from me.

"If you wanted your arms free, all you had to do was ask."

She told me in a blasé manner, and then she loosened her grip and I managed to
pull my arms free from their sexy leg prison.

Now that my arms were free, I renewed my efforts at escape. The whole time she
watched my struggles with an amused expression on her face. After awhile, I
realized it was no use, even with my hands free, and I stopped struggling,
looked up at my tormentor once more, and asked in a desperate voice, "Why me?"

"Because I have chosen you! ... ... ... Even a superior woman such as myself
needs a man ... ... ... And you have everything I've been looking for ... ...
.humor, wit, a modest intelligence, and of course a handsome boyish charm ...
... .But most of all your weak and pliable ... ... I can mold you to my will."

I said incredulously, "You want a slave!"

"You will be my consort," she replied. "I will love, cherish, and discipline
you when need be, and in return ... ... ..You will love, honor, and obey me!"

As I looked at this beautiful incredible woman and still felt desire for her,
I thought her answer still sounded like she wanted a slave.

"I can't let you do that to me," I said calmly but defiantly.

Her eyes flashed briefly and it sent a chill through me, but she remained calm
and answered, "Oh, but you will! ... ... And you'll grow to love it."

After her statement, she released me from my leggy imprisonment, and she
quickly got up, grabbed my hair and yanked me off the bed throwing my body
half way across the room and onto the mats. When I looked at her, she was
passive but facing me with her hands on her big hips waiting for my next
reaction. I knew she was sexually aroused from her one sided pummeling of me,
and I still couldn't help but look at her and admire what I saw too.

She looked awesome standing there in her half naked glory, with her big
nipples fully erect and aroused on her glorious naked breasts. Her long
muscular legs spread akimbo, but still encased in those sexy nylons which
seemed to hug her thighs and make them stand out even more, and there was that
skimpy lacy see through panty which covered but hid nothing from view making a
man want to see the furry little surprise nestled deep inside. She was a sight
to behold. A man's ultimate desire, but at the same time a dark dangerous
dominant bitch of a woman who wanted much more than a man was willing to
surrender.

She just stood there, in all her superior female glory, waiting for me to make
the next move. I tried to get up and I found that my legs now worked just not
real well, and I struggled with great difficulty to my feet, and faced her. I
knew what was coming, and I didn't know if I was man enough to stop her. I
tried to put up a brave front of my own. I did not want to look frightened,
but she did look so ultra-confident standing there.

If some one would have seen the two of us, at that very moment, they would
have been struck by the contrasts. She looked beautiful, fit, and in control.
While I, on the other hand, looked totally disheveled, could barely stand on
weakened legs, and had already been half beaten with many bumps and bruises.
But most of all they probably could have sensed my fear. I had no confidence
against this female dynamo, and I'm sure I looked more like a pussy-whipped
wimp then the strong in control man I was and wanted to be again.

As we faced each other, she finally spoke, "Before, you said you would fight
me ... ... .Well, here is your chance ... ... ..Defeat me, and you can walk
right out the door."

"And if I lose?"

Her eyes brightened at the prospect, and she said, "Well, then your mine
baby!"

I ignored her remark and tried to show a brave front, and responded by saying,
"How do you want this?"

She responded by bending down and in a very slow and deliberate manner started
to roll down one of her nylons. She continued to do this till it was off her
leg. She balled it and threw it at me and then started on the next one. When
her other nylon was half off, she stopped and looked up at me, and smiled when
she saw I was watching her intently.

Then she finally responded to my question, "Anyway you want it baby!"

As she continued taking off the other nylon, she told me how it was going to
be, "After your thoroughly whipped, I'm going to make you remove my panties
with your teeth, and then you will know that you belong to me."

"I responded with a single word and I put a lot of emotion into it as well,
"Bitch!"

By this time, she had removed her other nylon. She threw it at me when she
heard me call her a bitch. Her eyes flashed, and then she charged forward with
a crazed look on her face.

About an hour later, Claire heard her mistress call out to her, and as usual
she was nearby and immediately responded.

When she walked into the room, Isabelle was standing over me, and I was on my
knees next to her holding on to one of her magnificent legs for support. She
looked totally in control with barely a hair out of place, and she had my hair
in both of her hands and was holding me forcefully close to her midsection in
a very dominant pose, while I looked a totally beaten mess. I was looking up
at her with awe and a touch of fear on my face, and her panties were in my
mouth.

When Claire saw the sight, she knew the answer, but she asked anyway, "Has
everything gone to the madam's satisfaction."

Isabelle remarked happily, "Why yes, Thomas is beginning to understand his
place." And then she bent down and kissed my cheek in a very sexy manner. It
was another treat for her thoroughly whipped puppy dog.

I kneeled before her and accepted the gift of her kiss, and again I hated
myself when I felt desire, for her, well up within me. I had just been totally
destroyed by this woman both mentally and physically and, in my mouth, was the
final trophy of her victory over me. I felt so degraded and I wanted to hate
her, but I still couldn't. Why couldn't I? But most of all, I felt fear. This
woman had me feel that particular emotion in every fiber of my being, and it
was a lesson I was not to soon to forget.

The last hour had been a blur of both pain and shame for me. The so called
fight had been an outright massacre. I tried everything during the slaughter,
punching, kicking, and I even tried to bite her at times, but she overwhelmed
me from the very start. She had deftly defended for just a moment while I
threw a few wild punches, and then she quickly broke through my defenses and
waded in close and overwhelmed me with her awesome endowments. Making it a
wrestling match and a test of strength from almost the beginning.

In the first few dizzying minutes as my body was thrown here and there, she
sapped my strength till I could no longer fight back, and then the contest
became more of a slow deliberate slaughter. More like a breaking of my will
then a lesson in fighting. While I laid there, like a lump of clay, she would
slowly and in a very sexy and sensual manner move me from one inescapable hold
to another, and while she moved, she would always tap my cheek and then kiss
me before I was to endure the next hold.

She used her gorgeous gams as her main weapons in my training putting me into
an impressive array of inescapable holds using only her legs till they became
my entire world.. There were so many holds, it turned into a blur as time went
by. Oh I surrendered countless times begging for release which she totally
ignored.

Sometime during the massacre, I found myself responding to her magnificent
body. Here I was a man being thoroughly whipped and I was experiencing a
massive boner. I found I hated myself for my shortcoming more than I hated
this magnificent woman.

The last hold I endured was the longest and the one I remember most clearly.
She had maneuvered me into a reverse headscissors, and as I laid there, she
would wiggle her ass in such a sexy manner that I could not take my eyes off
those sexy twin globes just inches from my face even as she mauled me between
her all powerful thighs.

She turned and watched me as she ground me down, and as always she made it
into a game. While she watched, she began to bang her feet on the mat and then
she squeezed me very hard. She did this several times till I began to realize
that her banging meant another squeeze was immanent, and I heard myself
whisper, "No! ... .No!" And then she squeezed me again with my hands
immediately going to her massive thighs like they could do anything to help,
but they were no match for her.

When that particular round was over, she looked back, ran her hand through my
hair, and laughed taking great pleasure in my reactions. Then she started the
foot banging over again. Like before, I reacted very fearfully crying out,
"NO! ... ..NO!" But this time her legs froze in mid air and she did not
squeeze me. Instead, she quickly turned her body completely around till she
had my shoulders pinned down with her legs.

"Fooled ya," she sang out and then she laughed playfully.

She played with my hair for a moment with both hands staring down at me as if
I was a possession of hers and I realized I was. Then she bent down enveloping
my head with her awesome upper body and then she planted the most awesome kiss
yet on my lips. As she kissed me, I felt the passion well up in me once more,
and I knew I was hers.

After the kiss, she played with my hair again and asked, "Are you ready to do
that special thing for me?"

I knew there was no choice, but I also knew I was ready.

She got up holding me by the hair and positioned me so that I was on my knees
before her just inches from her panties.

Rubbing my head sensually with her hands, she ordered, "Use just your teeth."
Then she playfully slapped my face to get my attention, and she added, "And
don't tear them ... ... ... That will make me very angry."

I looked up just in time to see her eyes flash and that scared me more than
her warning. So very slowly and with just my teeth, I found myself trying to
remove her panties.

As she watched me very closely, she again spoke, "Take your time, we have the
rest of our lives."

Five minutes later, Claire had responded to her mistress's outcry by walking
in, and I still had Isabelle's panties in my mouth. I was about to drop them
when she began to speak to Claire, "Take Thomas to his room." Then I felt her
hands tighten on my head and she made me look up at her as she issued me an
order, "Do not take those panties out of your mouth for one half hour. If you
do you will anger me greatly ... ... ..And you'll adore me less when I'm
angry."

I looked up in fear and nodded that I would do as she bid. I was learning, I
just didn't want to experience Isabelle angry anymore.

By this time, Claire had moved closer as Isabelle let my head go. Claire
reached down for me and said, "Come Monsieur Thomas, I will take care of you."
and she reached down and lifted me up till I was standing with her support.
Then she bent her body and this petite woman lifted me up and over her
shoulder supporting my full weight quite easily.

Before Claire carried me out of the room, Isabelle had a reward for her maid.

"Claire, if you desire, you may take some pleasure with him."

"Madam is too kind," Claire responded and then she started to walk out of the
room with me draped over her shoulder, but I still had Isabelle's panties
firmly clenched in my teeth. I was not about to drop them.

As Isabelle watched her maid carry me out the door, she had one further order
for her, "Tell Tybo to attend me ... ... .There's still the matter of his
earlier rudeness I must attend too. He must be punished."

As I was carried out the door, I heard Claire say, "We ... We, Madam," and
then we were gone.

After Claire had attended to Tybo and he reacted by squealing as he ran to
Isabelle's room, I was taken to a large bedroom and dumped carefully on the
bed. Claire went to the door and locked it while I wearily sat up on the edge
of the bed with the panties still securely in my mouth. I looked around and
could see there were bars on the windows.

As Claire sat down next to me, she saw my bewilderment and she spoke, "This
will only be your room for a few days while the Madam trains you and she is
sure you will not try and run away. Then she grabbed my face with her two
small hands and added in a very sincere voice, "You must never anger her ...
... As you've already seen, you are no match for her."

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath before I tried to speak with the
panties still in my mouth.

"What's to happen to me?"

"You are to be married in a few days ... ... ... She belongs to a women's club
... ... .You are to be married there."

I answered back frantically, "What about my job ... ..my own life?"

"You will not need to work, and she will not allow it anyway. You are now a
part of this household with the Madam and me and Tybo ... ... ..It will be a
pleasant life and you will even get an allowance."

I just shook my head in disbelief.

"You must learn to give in to her in all things, and it will be much more
pleasant for you ... ... .She can and will be very demanding."

At that moment, I was hoping this nightmare would end and I would wake up safe
in my own bed.

Claire's face got more serious and she added, "The women at the club are just
like the Madam ... ... They all like their men, shall we say, properly
respectful ... ... .And they are all capable of obtaining that proper
respect."

She let her words sink in for a second and then she added further, "Your
wedding day will not be for you, but for the Madam ... ... ..The ceremony is
very degrading for a man, you will be made to say and do things you can
scarcely imagine, but it can not be helped and there is nothing you can do
about it ... ... You are to be shown off there for everyone's inspection ...
... You must be properly respectful too all."

This nightmare was getting worse and I wanted to cry.

She grabbed my face with both hands even as I still clutched the panties in my
mouth and she moved her head very close to mine and spoke very slowly and
deliberately to me, "You must NOT embarrass Madam in anyway while she is with
her friends. It will cause her to get angry ... ... ..AND YOU DO NOT WANT HER
TO GET ANGRY!"

I closed my eyes and nodded. I did not want to anger her.

Claire saw my heartfelt reaction and sang out, "Good!"

Then she reached for the panties, and said, "Let's forget about that for now.
The Madam said I may have some time with you."

As she tried to take the panties out of my mouth, I fought with her like a dog
playing with his master and holding on to a favorite toy would.

Claire stopped struggling with me and said, "You must trust me ... ... I will
not tell her that you let go of the panties early."

I looked at her smiling face, and I believed her and I let her take the
panties from my mouth. Then she smiled even more broadly at me and planted a
passionate kiss on my lips.

It was wonderful. Claire was so beautiful and appealing in her own right I was
hoping for more, and maybe this would be more like a normal man woman
relationship.

Then she put her small hands in mine and began to gently maneuver my arms
around and behind my back. For some reason, I tried to stop her, gently at
first and when that didn't work with ever increasing force, but nothing was
stopping the movement of my hands around and behind my back. It soon became
yet another test of strength.

Claire giggled at my reaction and commented, "So Monsieur Thomas wants to see
if he is stronger than little Claire."

Slowly but inexorably my arms moved around and behind me till Claire pushed my
wrists together and transferred their imprisonment to one dainty hand.

When that was done, she exclaimed excitedly, "Whallah! ... ... I think I have
you!"

I struggled for a bit, but even her one hand was too much for both of mine
till finally I ceased my struggles and looked in awe at my new boss.

Claire responded by taking my chin in her other hand, drawing me closer while
she still held my arms prisoner behind my back, and telling me very seriously,
"Monsieur Thomas must realize that I might be smaller than him, but I am quite
capable of handling him ... ... ... And if the Madam wishes me to punish the
Monsieur, I will without hesitation."

I started to struggle again but got nowhere.

"The Monsieur must be respectful to me as well because I will put you across
my knee and spank you quite hard till you are ready to comply ... ... Is that
clear?"

I nodded yes and she instantly released my hands.

Then she got up, took off her hat, and slipped out of her maids uniform.
Afterwards, she stopped and looked at me for a moment and she was pleased that
she had my full attention.

"You like?" she asked as she turned in a full circle allowing me to take in
her magnificent body.

"I like," I replied.

Then she slipped out of her undergarments as well. I was amazed at the body I
saw reveled to me. She was small but hard which took nothing away from its
naked appeal. It was hard to imagine where she generated her tremendous
strength from. Everything was just so small including those breasts, but they
still were very appealing. When she was completely naked, she did a double
biceps pose, and the muscles on her arms literally jumped out at me.

Finally, she walked back over and picked me up right off the bed cradling me
in her little arms. Smiling, she walked around to the head of the bed, and
before putting me down she offered one last comment, "I know the Madam was
rough on you, and I will try to be gentle with you, but you are just too cute
and cuddly for words." And then she squeezed me tightly to her.

It was not the first or the last time I felt this little powerhouses immense
strength. During our lovemaking, I was able to forget about the future as
Claire forgot about her promise to me, and the lovemaking became more intense,
and in her ardor she roughed me up a little, but for some reason, I didn't
mind ... ... ... ... I didn't mind at all.

The End