January 1, 2008

Bonnie’s Battered Boy Friend (Fem dom story)

     I first met Bonnie two years ago in a health club to which we both belonged, and I was immediately struck by her strength, beauty and femininity. An inch taller than my own 5′9″ and with a powerful, muscular, yet shapely body that outweighed my own by a good ten pounds, I was fastinated at the way she could outlift most of the men at the club and struck up a conversation with her. When she invited me to come home with her I accepted eagerly. However, I soon discovered what she had in mind for me. Quickly changing into sensuous black tights that revealed every muscle and curve of her fantastic body, she challenged me to a friendly wrestling match. Almost drooling at the prospect of physical contact with this gorgeous Amazon, I readily agreed, and before I realized it she had me downstairs on a wrestling mat in her gameroom. We closed, locking hands, and I held my own for a moment or two while she tested my strength, but after that I never had a chance. She was stronger and faster than I and knew every trick in the book. She put me through a dozen holds in as many minutes, maintaining each hold just long enough to ensure that I couldn’t escape and then moving into the next one. She finished me off by getting behind me, wrapping her powerful arms around my chest, pinning my arms to my sides and lifting me completely off the mat in a crushing bear hug that I thought would cave in my ribs until I was completely limp with exhaus- tion. Then she put me across her shoulders and gave me an airplane spin that left my mind reeling. She finally ended the contest–if you could call it that–by gripping my neck and buttocks and heaving me up over her head, her arms fully extend- ed, to hold me there, seemingly ten feet in the air, my nose inches from the ceiling, while I struggled feebly to escape her grip, and then tossing me on my back, stradding my chest and pinning my shoulders to the mat with her knees. After I had regained my breath and some semblance of com- posure, she asked me if I thought I could beat her at anything. I told her that I had done some boxing in college, but that I would never dream of fighting a girl. She laughed and asked, “What’s the matter? Afraid I’ll clean your clock for you?” and produced two pair of boxing gloves. I hesitated, but finally decided this girl needed a lesson, so I put them on and we squared off. Initially, she seemed content to fight defensively; I used every trick I knew, but she was incredibly fast, and her bobbing and weaving caused me to miss almost every punch I threw. The few that were on target she easily slipped or blocked. Finally, in desperation, I threw a roundhouse right, but she stepped inside it and, taking the initiative, began peppering me with jabs and hooks to my face and body that came with blurring speed and sent me reeling backward. I tried to cover up and dodge her blows, but she seemed to anticipate my every move, and the accuracy of her punches was phenomenal. In the next few seconds she hit me thirty or forty times, and, although her punches weren’t hard, my head was reeling from their cumulative effect. Then, just as suddenly as it had begun, her onslaught stopped, and she stood watching me, a smile decorating her lovely face as I swayed back and forth in front of her. “Nighty night, lover,” she said softly. “No more lovetaps. I’m going to put your lights out with one punch.” Alarmed, I started to back away, but her body became a blur of motion, and then something slammed into my jaw with the force of a sledgehammer, spun me almost completely around and tumbled me backward into oblivion. When I came to I was lying naked in her bed, and she was lying on her side next to me looking down at me and running one hand lightly up and down my body. Seeing my eyes open, she chuckled and leaned down to kiss me lightly on the tip of my nose. “Welcome back, baby,” she said. “I was beginning to think you’d never come around.” “How–how did I get here?” I blurted. She laughed. “Why, I carried you up here, of course. After I took your clothes off. You know, baby, you have a very nice, soft, little body, just the kind I like to play with. And you made a marvelous armful as I was carrying you up here, so cute and cuddly. I think I’m going to have lots of fun with you.” I gasped and tried to get up, only to find that both my wrists were locked back over my head in the powerful grasp of her left hand. As I continued to struggle I felt her other hand slide between my thighs to firmly cup my penis and testicles in her palm. I stopped struggling in a hurry. “What–what are you going to do with me?” I stammered. She grinned at my helplessness. “Can’t you guess? You know, beating you up really turned me on in a big way. And that soft, sexy little body of yours–well, it’s enough to drive a girl wild. I damn near raped you just carrying you up here. But now that I’ve got you in bed, baby, I’m going to bang you like you’ve never been banged before. And you’re going to love every minute of it.” I gasped in dismay. That would be the final blow. Being raped by a girl! The thought sent chills down my spine. “That– that’s impossible!” I croaked. She laughed. “Wanta bet? I’ll bet you your paycheck I can do anything I want to with you. Watch!” Still holding my wrists pinned behind my head with one hand and my crotch firmly in the grip of her other hand, she lowered her head to capture my mouth with her own in a crushing french kiss that took my breath away. Then, before I could recover, she was biting and kissing my face and neck with a passion that amazed me. As she did so, I felt the hand cupping my crotch start to massage and stroke me intimately, tickling the inside of my thighs and caressing my testicles while I struggled helplessly in her grip. Then I felt her hand grip my penis firmly, her thumb over its tip, as she began to masturbate me. I gasped and redoubled my efforts at resistance, but she quickly locked her legs around mine and I was encased in a steel vice from which I could not escape as she continued to manipulate my body at will. I had never believe it possible for a woman to rape a man, but Bonnie had me writhing with a throbbing erection within a few minutes, as pangs of sexual desire flooded my body. I heard myself moaning in mingled shame and passion, and as she finally mounted me and took me inside her I thought I was going to climax right then and there. Somehow, she stopped me. Something about the way her hands held my body, that I haven’t figured out to this day, brought me back from the brink until she was ready, and then I heard her breathe, “Now!” and the world exploded in an orgasm that filled my entire being, lifting me with her and carrying me on a wave of ecstacy to heights I had never known before. When it was over, I lay limp and quivering beneath her as she grinned down at me. “I think you just lost this week’s paycheck, baby,” she told me softly. “And don’t tell me it wasn’t worth it. From the way you were moaning, I’ll bet it was the best you’ve ever had.” Despite being redfaced with shame, I had to admit she was right, and when I said so she laughed. “For what it’s worth, baby, you were pretty good yourself, good enough that I think I may take you around a few more times before the night is out. After that, well, we’ll see how you hold up.” She was as good as her word. She held me helpless on the bed and raped me again and again, so often I lost count. Even when I thought I had no more to give her, somehow she brought me to climax after climax, sometimes when it seemed that I was only semiconscious, controlling my body with her hands and lips in a way I would never have thought possible. There was no question of my failing her–she wouldn’t let me fail her; even when I was moaning and begging her to stop, although I swore my body could feel nothing else, she would laugh and force me into another, incredible orgasm. Finally, after what seemed like hours, she let me up, forced me to sign my weekly paycheck over to her as payment for the bet she had made me (I didn’t recall accepting her bet, but with my left arm twisted up behind my back I really had no choice), helped me to get dressed and guided me on unsteady feet to the door. As I opened the door she suddenly put her arms around my waist and pulled me forward, crushing me against her and bending me backward in a french kiss that took my breath away. Then, stooping slightly, she wrapped her arms around my hips and straightened, lifting me several inches off the floor, and backed me against the door, looking up at me with a smile decorating her lovely face. “You were good tonight, baby,” she said softly. “So I’ll pick you up after work next Friday and we can spend next weekend having some more fun. Wouldn’t you like that?” I gasped. “I–I don’t know…” I stammered. She chuckled. “I do. I’ll pick you up next Friday. Bodily, if necessary.” She set me down and, with a pat on my backside, sent me on my way. That was the beginning. Every Friday night after that she would be waiting for me after work in her convertible to take me home with her. A couple of times I tried to resist, but she simply reached out to take my wrist in a bonecrushing grip and force me into the car. At her home, she would strip me naked, change into tights and, after making me bet her my paycheck that she could do whatever she wanted with me, spend the next hour or so doing whatever she wanted with me. I tried to reason with her, pointing out that she was leaving me nothing but my savings to live on, but she simply laughed and told me to let her know when my savings were exhausted. After a few weeks, when it became apparent that I was completely defenseless against her, she stopped going through the formality of betting me and would simply take my paycheck and whatever else she wanted away from me. After she had finished with me, and I was lying at her feet either unconscious or sobbing and begging for mercy, she would pick me up, throw me over her shoulder, carry me upstairs to her bedroom and spend the rest of the night raping me until I finally fainted from sheer exhaustion. She would make me spend Saturdays helping her clean her apartment, and Saturday nights she would take me out, either to dinner or to a movie before taking me to my apartment, tossing me into my bed and raping me a couple more times for good measure, leaving me Sunday to recover from my ordeal. To make matters worse, after several weeks she started taking me out with her friends, to whom she would brag about how easily she could beat me up and rape me at will, paying no attention to how embarrassing her boasts were to me. After a while, her friends made no secret of their contempt for me, referring to me as “Bonnie’s battered boyfriend” or “Bonnie’s love toy.” Then I began to notice that every couple of weeks or so she would have added new weightlifting and bodybuilding equipment to her gameroom (purchased with my money, undoubtedly!). During this same period, subtle changes in her body began to become apparent; her chest and shoulders became broader and deeper, her body harder and her arms and legs bigger and more muscular, until my own arms and legs seemed like broomsticks by comparison. She even gained a couple of inches in height so that, now at an even six feet, she towered three inches above me which, since she always wore 5″ heels when we went out together, made me feel like a small child when I stood next to her. Moreover, as she became bigger and stronger, overpowering me on the wrestling mat or beating me into submission in her new boxing ring became such a quick and effortless exercise for her–and even more painful for me–that she seemed almost bored. Finally she discovered that she could arouse herself sexually by simply picking me up in her hands and, holding me at arms’ length, tickling, squeezing, bending and twisting my body at will while I screamed and thrashed about helplessly in her grip. In short, she had become a complete sadist, and my body had become her defenseless toy, to be used or abused at her pleasure. Yet, after each of these sessions when she had me in bed raping me, she gave me such intense ecstacy that I found myself more and more willing to endure the pain and humiliation which preceded her lovemaking. There was one aspect of our relationship, however, that I could not endure. That was the way she treated me in public. In every way she made it clear to anyone watching us that, in addition to towering over me, she was the stronger and dominant partner. She would always walk ahead of me with long strides, forcing me to trot to keep up with her. She would open doors for me and order for me in restaurants. On the dancefloor, she would lead, with her right arm firmly around my waist bending me backward and molding my body to hers as we danced, my eyes about level with her throat. Worst of all, she thought nothing of fondling me in public, squeezing my buttocks or tickling the inside of my thighs, or running her hands up and down my body sensuously to stimulate an erection. Several times when we were standing at a bar and a stool vacated next to us, she would reach down, slide one hand under my buttocks and lift me effortlessly off the floor to place me on the empty stool, much to the amuse- ment of the others in the bar and to my embarrassment. When I would plead with her to be a little more discreet, she would laugh and asked me what I thought I could do about it, and I could only lapse into helpless silence. Finally my savings gave out and, when my landlord was threatening to evict me, I tearfully pleaded with Bonnie to let me keep enough money to at least pay my bills. Instead, she an- nounced that I would move in with her and become her housemaid and personal, live-in playtoy, and that for the privilege of sharing her quarters and giving her my paycheck every week, I would be obliged to take care of her home after work. She paid off the balance of my rent and other bills, sold my few pieces of furniture and moved me in with her. Although I was initially concerned that my body could not stand on a daily basis the kind of treatment to which she had been subjecting me each week, she obviously had the same concern, for on week nights she contented herself with lifting, tickling and fondling me, and only occasi- onally making love to me, but always being careful not to hurt me. Only on weekends did she give me the full treatment. Nevertheless, I still found myself rebelling against her fondling me in public, and the matter came to a head one night, after I had been living with her about six weeks, when she was entertaining her friends at her home. I was circulating through the crowd serving drinks and hors d’oeuvres when I heard one of Bonnie’s girl friends asking her when she was going to marry me. Bonnie threw back her head and roared with laughter. “Marry him!” she exclaimed. “Why should I marry him? I own him! He’s my little toy. You don’t marry a toy; you play with it, and when you get bored with it you throw it away.” Turning to me, where I was serving drinks several feet away, she said, “Isn’t that right, Baby Buns?” I put the tray down and went over to her. “I didn’t hear that,” I said. She chuckled, put one arm around my waist and pulled me against her. “I made up a little poem about you, Baby Buns. Want to hear it?” I flushed. “Well, I don’t know…” “Well,” she said, “you’re going to whether you want to or not. It’s called ‘My Little Instant Erection’. Here’s how it goes: When I tickle him he laughs. When I spank him he cries. When I squeeze him he screams. When I fondle him he sighs. He’s my personal playtoy With an instant erection; A snap of my fingers And he’s ready for action.”

     She slid one hand down under my buttocks and lifted me several inches off the floor to plant a kiss on the end of my nose. “Isn’t that right, Baby Buns? Tell my friend Jeannie what you are to me.” Beet red, I tried to spin away from her. “Bonnie, please…” But her hand slid around my hips and forced itself between my thighs to firmly encase my crotch and again lift me an inch or two off the floor. And this time her voice had an edge to it. “Tell Jeannie what you are to me,” she said again. “And don’t make me tell you a third time.” My voice quivering with embarrassment, I said quietly, “I’m your playtoy.” “My LITTLE playtoy. Right?” I nodded, looking at the floor. “Yes. Your little playtoy.” Bonnie chuckled and turned to face her friend. “See? Even he knows what he is. And he loves every minute of it. Don’t you, Baby Buns.” Redfaced with shame, I nodded humbly. Bonnie put her hands on her hips, looking down at me. “Well,” she said quietly, “since you’re being so agreeable, why don’t you get down on your knees and show the girls the only way I’ll let you kiss me.” That was too much. My face burning with embarrassment, I whispered, “Bonnie, no. Please.” She laughed and, placing one hand on top of my head, forced me to my knees in front of her. She stepped forward, straddling my body with her powerful legs, and then pulled my head up under her skirt to mash my face firmly into her womanhood. “Open your mouth, Baby Buns, and show the girls how you give your mistress pleasure.” I had no choice. My nose was buried between her legs, and I couldn’t breathe. As I opened my mouth, my head was mashed up even tighter into her hairy bush as she gave a deep sigh and then released me. “That was pretty good, Baby Buns,” she chuckled. “Any of you girls want to try this with him? If you get his nose up there just right, it’s almost as good as the real thing!” At that point something in my mind snapped. With a sob of frustration and humiliation I spun away from her, rose to my feet, whirled completely around and tried to backhand her across the face. Although caught completely by surprise, she reacted instantly, catching my wrist in a bonecrushing grip and bending me backward across her thighs. “Did you see that?” she gasped. “My little toy actually tried to hit me!” With that, she slid one hand down my back to grasp my belt firmly and lift me bodily off the floor, holding me at arm’s length like a sack of feathers while I thrashed about helplessly in the grip of her single hand. Carrying me to a high chair in the center of the room and slamming me face down across her lap with a force that took my breath away, she quickly pulled my pants and underwear down to expose my bare buttocks. “Boys and girls,” she announced to her guests, “you are about to witness how a real woman handles a naughty little man toy who gets out of line.” And with that, she proceeded to spank my bare bottom with the palm of her hand as though I were a child. I don’t know what hurt the most, the stinging power of her big hand as it descended again and again with sledgehammer force against my bare flesh or the realization that I, a grown man, was being publicly spanked by this beautiful Amazon in front of all our friends. Regardless, within moments I was screaming and sobbing with pain and humiliation as I thrashed helplessly in her steel grip, unable to even slow the tempo of her blows. How long she continued to spank me I don’t know; all I remember is that toward the end my body was engulfed in a swirling cauldren of pain and I was sobbing and begging incoherently for her to stop. Finally she did, lifting me off her lap and setting me on my feet only to grip my buttocks again with a single hand that sent fiery fingers of pain shooting through my body and march me, with my feet barely touching the floor, to a corner of the room and stand me there, facing the wall with my nose pushed firmly into the corner. “For the rest of this night, little toy,” she told me grimly, “you will stand in this corner with that blistered rear of yours in plain sight for all the girls to see and play with, and you will not take your eyes off that wall. Do you under- stand?” “Y-yes,” I sobbed. “Whatever you–you say.” And so for the rest of that evening I stood there, facing the wall, my nose firmly in the corner, with my pants and drawers down around my ankles and my blistered rear exposed for all to see and fondle. And they did, much to my physical and psycholog- ical discomfort. Finally, after several hours, they left, and Bonnie came over to the corner to get me. Sliding one arm around my waist, she picked me up, tucked securely under her arm, and carried me to the center of the room, where she stood me on my feet in front of her, my eyes barely reaching to her shoulder in the six inch heels she was wearing. Cupping my chin in her thumb and forefinger, she tilted my head back, forcing me to look up at her. “Now, little toy man,” she said grimly, “you’re going to clean up this mess starting right now. And when you’ve finished, I’d better be able to eat off the floor or you’ll get another session across my knee that will make the last one feel like love pats. I’ll be waiting for you upstairs when you’re finished, and I don’t want to have to wait too long. So hop to it!” As she turned to go, she hesitated. “And by the way, if you ever try to hit me in public again, I’ll break you in two like the ten cent toy you are. Any questions?” N–no,” I said, and started cleaning up the mess. When I was finished, I went upstairs, where she made me sleep at the foot of her bed, under her heel where, as she had said earlier, I belonged. For the entire next week, as further punishment for my attempted rebellion, she forced me to satisfy her with oral sex, permitting me absolutely no sexual pleasure or satisfaction what- soever. When she finally did relent and take me to bed with her, however, she gave me orgasm after orgasm at heights I had never before experienced, even at her hands, and by the time she had finished all I wanted was to please her and to be taken into her body and become a part of her. We have lived together ever since. Contrary to what she said that night, she has never tired of me, at least not yet. And I am content to be the male love toy of my beautiful, Amazon- ian mistress.

Mistress in latex nurse suit prepares a cute girl for training gagging her

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December 30, 2007

Wanna Bet? (Fem dom slave)

     As she walked into the store I could tell she was in great shape. She wore a halter top & shorts of a bright orange color, which really set off her fantastic tan. As she approached me I watched as her thighs would constrict and relax, constrict and relax with each step. I guess I gawked because she smiled at me and the look in her eyes was a taunting one.

     ” Where do you keep the blank cassettes ? “. ” Right this way “. As I started to show her where they were she said, ” oh, stay there I’ll find them myself “. As she walked away I had the feeling she wanted me to watch her from the rear. What a sight !! The ripple of muscle in her buttox was fantastic; but, the bunching of her calves, which were accented by her high heels, was truly awesome. She got her tapes, came up to the counter and looked around to see if anyone else was in the store. We were alone.

     ” Are you a betting man ?” she asked coyily. ” Well, sometimes, why, ? “, I replied. ” I’ll tell you what. I’ll bet I can beat you in arm wrestling and even make you beg me to take these tapes for free. Wanna bet ? ” I was speechless ! I finally said, ” You do look powerful in the legs, but no female can beat a male in upper body strength “. Her reply was not what I expected, ” So let’s do it - if you’re so confident what’s to lose ? ” That made sense to me, so we locked hands and I counted to three. Then I gave it my all but nothing happened. Her arm did not budge. She smiled & winked at me. ” Come on big man you can do better than that. Give it some muscle. Here, watch right here. ” She pointed to her arm & I almost panicked as I watched it grow and grow and my arm went down, down, down very slowly.

     When she had it almost on the counter she began to use her powerful forearms to squeeze my hand. Now I did panic. I tried to pull my hand away; but, she held tight and gave it a short, solid burst of power. ” Now, now stay right where you are, little man. I’m only using about 1/4 of my strength; so, I feel sure I could crush your hand. You can ease the pain by starting to beg me to take these tapes for free. ” Before I could begin to talk she added a little pressure to emphasize the point. I cried out, ” Please, please take the tapes at no charge. Let me go; you’re breaking my hand. ” ” Now we’re getting somewhere. What else can I have ? ” There was a twinkle in her eyes I could see through the tears in my own eyes as I said, ” Anything you want, within reason “. Again, the power. ” What’s within reason ? How much do you think your hand is worth ? ” Again more power & I could actually feel my bones begin to give. As her forearms bulged & the tears of pain were dripping down my face I said, ” Anything in the store; anything. Please let me go. “

     Finally the pressure stopped. ” I’m not going to take anything, because that’s stealing. I wanted to see if you’d let me. I’m pretty strong, huh ? Go lock the door and I’ll show you what these legs can do to you. ” I didn’t argue with her. I was afraid if I protested she’d show me anyway and someone would walk in while she had me helpless.

    

     After locking the door I walked back toward her. ” We can do this one of two ways. Either we wrestle out here and I’ll put you in the holds or we can go back in the store room & you can let me put you in the holds I want. Either way little one YOU ARE MINE. Which way do you want it ? ” I said, ” I guess the store room - I don’t really want people looking in because I might get in trouble for locking the doors. And I don’t want people seeing me getting beaten “.

     So, we walked back to the store room. She was in front and walked so that her muscles bulged with each step. When we got back to the store room she effortlessly picked up a 150 lb. stereo like it was a box of air to move it out of the way. My Lord what power - the muscles in her arms & legs bulged ominously, but she seemed to hardly straining at all. With the box moved she began her show. She sat down and had me sit with my back to her - then she placed her legs around my waist. ” Are you ready ? You know it takes a lot of strength to really work an effective body scissors. Put your hands here on my thighs and feel my muscles. ” Slowly she began to put on the pressure. I felt the cords of muscle harden; and in almost no time I could feel the inner thigh muscles pressing on my ribs. The pain was intense and I began to beg for mercy. I pounded on those rock like pilars of power. She just laughed and began to squeeze & let up, squeeze & let up. ” Now, what do you think macho man ? You think this hurts, watch what happens next. ” With that the pressure from my waist was gone; but, before I could react my head was caught between those massive thighs. ” This is my head scissors. Notice it’s not a neck scissors, but really a head scissors. Let’s see how tough your skull is. ” As she once again slowly increased the pressure I groped at her legs. The muscles were solid and were growing to huge proportions. My head pounded & my ears were ringing. I felt as if she could crack my skull. I could not hear any longer and I began to feel very light headed. Before I lost consciousness she let up and removed her legs from my head.

     ” Let’s take a short break, because this next hold is my favorite and the last one. I’m going to put you to sleep with it. You know, like knock you out cold. While you “rest” I’ll let you enjoy some muscle poses. I want you rested so that you’ll last a little while. ” She squatted down in front of me, placed her hand on my chin, lifted my head up and flexed the most powerful looking bicep I’ve ever seen. ” Go ahead, feel it. Does it make you feel weak ? I’ll bet yours is smaller and softer. Flex and we’ll compare muscles.” I did and she was right. ” Gosh, it is small and feels like mush compared to mine. Ok, feel these thighs.” She placed her legs up to my head and flexed. Then she raised up on her toes & flexed her calves. It took both hands to go around her legs even most of the way.

     ” Ok, ready ? ” She bent down and forced my head between those massive legs. As she stood up she began to squeeze with her thighs. Then up on the toes again. My neck was hurting so badly that I could not even think clearly. ” Wow, isn’t this fun ? But, I’ve got to go so we’ll have to cut this short. Good night little man ! Oh, I’ll stay until you come to again. ” I started to protest, but up on the toes she went and the pounding in my head began again and I started seeing stars. Then darkness !!

     When I came to she was standing over my prostrate body. She raised up on her toes and flexed her legs, then her arms. ” And the winner again, Linda legs. Want anymore ? ” I shook my head NO !! ” Ok, maybe we can do this again real soon. Linda’s my name - and destruction of male’s my game. I’m 19 years old; measurements of 39D - 26 - 36. My biceps are 16 ” flexed, and my legs are 24 ” thighs and 15 ” calves. You never stood a chance against me, but it was fun to completely destroy you. I’ll come back again soon; and I’ll bring some friends to watch. See ya ! ” She left then and I keep expecting her to return any day. I can say one thing -watch out when a female says ” Wanna bet ?” WANNA_BET_?

Executive submission

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December 27, 2007

The Big Boss Lady (Female domination)

     “You’re hired, ” was the words I’d been hoping for. I spent weeks after weeks, trying to find a job as a sale manager. I’ve got a degree in sales, but because of no experience, almost all of the companies wouldn’t hire me. Except for one firm owned by Ms. Suzan Sager. From what I understand, she sells any kind of sex equipment she can get her hands on. From condoms to the torture racks, even the computer generated mind sex that just barely came out. I couldn’t tell much about Ms. Sager, because she was sitting behind a large desk. She’s a beautiful honey brown hair woman, who’s in her early forties. Her black leather business jacket that she was wearing, jutted almost straight out and then tightly straight down to her narrow waist. It hinted that she’s a very large busted lady. Through out during the interview, she was very serious about her business. She likes to smile a lot as she talks. Her huge office was luxuriously decorated with expensive items. At one wall, she had a large painted portrait of herself in a ivory frame. Below the picture, was a long glass showcase. Inside the glass was various antique unaccustomed torture devices she had imported from different countries. Next to it was a full wet bar. On the opposite wall, was a TV set embedded into the wall with a complete stereo equipment. About two feet away was a full bathroom with a walk-in closet. The closet has a full set of clothes for different occasion. At the same wall, there was another room off set to the side. In the room, there was a large spa sunken into the floor, surrounded by live tropical plants. I could also see a hologram projector, which only the filthy rich people could afford. Further back into the room, behind the glass doors was a sun room. It was filled with all kinds of exercise provisions. It had everything from dumbbell to a treadmill. Most of the weight were free-weights, almost no machines. At one side of the suite, there was also a double metallic sliding doors, which I had no idea what’s it for. There was a window, which overlooks her warehouse and the city, behind her desk. She also has close circuit TV under the window which probably covered every room in this building. There is a double wooden doors that opens electronically behind me, which leads out of her office. Ms. Sager’s office is upon the seventh floor. The honey brown hair lady asked a series of question about my personal life. I answered her that I was single and had no dependents. I have no girlfriend and lead a pretty quite life. She told me if I wanted the job, I would have to move onto her property for security reason. She assured me, that there would be no rent to paid, but she has some very strict rules that I would have to go by. She handed me a sheet of paper for me to read her rules. And handed me another stack of paper which contained the regulation of her business. The rules were pretty much the same as a hotel. I wasn’t surprise when I came across a rule that contained ‘No Intercourse Allowed Within the Building’, but it pissed me off. There were other rules I never heard of before. I wasn’t allowed to leave the grounds for anything. If there was something I wanted, I would have to apply for the item. Most of the rules rubbed me in the wrong way, but I wanted the job very badly. So, I accepted the job and the ground rules. Ms. Sager beamed at me as I signed the papers in agreement that I will followed the regulation to the letter. “Don’t worry about your clothes and things. My secretary will arrange them to be brought here, ” my boss said as she handed me a electronic pass card. She also told me that her secretary will give me the tour of the building and my room. The card was my only key that I will have, so I was not to lose it. As if it were a cue, I heard the door behind me opened and closed. I turned around and my jaw dropped. There stood the most sexist female I ever seen in my life. She was a brunette who stood about 5′5″ tall. Her long legs were encase in black fishnet stockings with black thigh boots. She also wore a black leather swimsuit that had long sleeves with zipper from the wrist to the elbow. And there was one long zipper up the center of her suit. The leather stretched tight across her hips and tummy, but it stretched even tighter at her huge bust. The zipper almost gouged into her skin as it was half way up the suit. I could see her pink halo peeking over the edge of her suit. In short her suit left nothing to the imagination. Her face was just as beautiful as the rest of her figure. Her long brunette fell over her shoulders in waves. Her green eyes were in despaired as I looked into them. “Melissa, what is the meaning of this ?”, demanded Ms. Sager. “I’m sorry Ms. Sager, I didn’t know you had company. The art department was behind schedule, so they asked me to be their model. They gave me the only suit they had, which is one size too small. I thought you could help me closing this thing around my chest”, said the busty brunette. The honey brown hair lady turned to me and asked, “Tony, can you help her out please?” I got up without a word to help a damsel in distress. After struggling with it, I finally close the zipper. The color left Melissa’s cheeks as she thanked me. I could- n’t help eyeballing her huge breast that was being crushed by her leather suit. The top of her suit was jammed with tit flesh. I had to refrain myself from touching her. Before she left, Ms. Sager asked her to return as soon as possible when the art department was done with her. Suzan handed me a stack of papers for me to fill out. It was the W-2 forms and I.D. paperwork. About an hour later, Melissa had returned just as I finished the papers. The secretary was instructed to give me a tour of the company and shown to my room. To my surprise, the secretary had changed her clothes to a plain looking dress which showed no sex appeal, but she still wore her high heel boots. I followed the busty woman out the door. We talked while she showed me the layout of the company. She showed me how to use the electronic card in order to access something that might be otherwise off limit to the other personnel. The building was larger than I thought it was. It had a gym and a swimming pool at one section of the building. There was also a complete library of books, video, and music tape, but any kind of pornography and sex stuff was to be bought with your own money and kept to yourself. The mind sex computer was available, but you needed Ms. Suzan Sager’s permission. The tour ended at my room. I was sorry to see Melissa go. I had a raging hard on despite the plain dress she wore. I was not only turned on by her physical appearance, but also by her personality. Unfortunately, I wasn’t allow to invite her in for a night cap. I could have sworn, even Melissa wanted me too. After that, days few by like a wind. I rarely see her. Even if I do see her, we could only wave at each other at a distance. Until one day, I received an angry call from Ms. Sager, ordering me to her office. I quickly strode over to her floor. Her secretary was sitting at her desk. “Hi Melissa, what’s going on?”, I asked her while eying the deep cleavage at her blouse. “Nope, all I know is, that I transfer one of her client’s call to her. Then I heard her yell your name, Tony. She must be really mad at you if she call you in personally,” she said with a worry look on her face. “Well then, I better get in if she’s mad, ” I said heading for the double set of wooden doors to her office. The doors were locked when I tried the door knob. I turn my head towards the brunette and asked, “Is she in?” She nodded her head ‘yes’ and pointed her finger towards the metal sliding doors off to the sides. I moved toward the doors. There was no buttons or knob to let me inside. I took a step forward, all of the sudden the door splinted in half with a swoosh and I was sucked inside the dark- room. The light behind me was cut off as it sucked me in. My body was hurling through the air, even though it felt more like I was falling down in a hole. There was a strange strobe light flashing intensive heat on my body as I flew through the air. I screamed as a wall came rushing at me at full speed. But suddenly, I stopped about a foot from the wall, instead of being splattered against it, the air current pushed into a new direction. The tunnel spitted me out into another room as fast as it sucked me in. I rolled onto the floor in a tumble heap. My head spinning as I tried to focus my vision on my immediate surround- ings. The light was blinding my eyes as I squinted. There was a massive moving blurred object that was twice my height. Slowly after each blink, my vision began to sharpen in details. I rubbed my eyes to clear any foreign object that might be hampering my perception view. To my shock, the massive blurred object was my lady boss. She was bigger than life itself. I barely came up to her crotch. She wore a pair of bicycle pants which shows off her shapely buttocks and her massive pythons thighs and a half shirt that displayed her muscular abdomens and a little bit of the underside of her huge breast. Her well develop biceps were also exposed with veins crisscrossing like road maps down to her wrist. Perspiration ran down the side of her face and chest from a heavy workout. Exercise equipment laid on the floor in a line behind the honey brown hair giantess. I stood up shaking my head and rubbing my eyes to make sure that I wasn’t hallucinating. I looked up again and things were still the same. I stared in disbelief. The giant woman was doing arm curls with dumbbells marked 75 pounds each. Her arms exploded with veins popping out as she alternating raised and lowered the weights. Her breath rasping for air, she growled while slowing down to her last repetition and then dropped the weights which made a loud clang. Ms. Sager glanced at me for the first time since I enter the room. She glared at me like she wanted to kill me on the spot. I wanted to hide from this giant woman. “Today, we lost a very valuable client, because of you, ” her voice thundered loudly as if they came out of a 1500 watt speakers. I wanted to cover my ears, but I was afraid I would get beaten for ignoring her. She went to one of the exercise bench and picked up a folder from it. She tossed it to the floor in front of me. The file was as large as a newspaper as I opened it. The giantess started doing warm up stretches while I read through the reports. The client had an outstanding record which dated back when Ms. Sager first open her business. She sold every type of product that she had in stock to the client. It made me realize, without the client, there would be no steady cash flow to the company. I probably cost Ms. Sager a lot of money on the equipment she had in stock for the client. “Well, what do you have to say for yourself, Little Man?” she roared at me. I started to launch my side of the story, but she cut me of saying that she had a tape of our conversation with the client. She understood what had happen, but it was no excuse to mess up the transaction. While she continued to stretch her muscular body out, she ordered me to move the weights that she was exercising with earlier to the far side of the wall. Without thinking, I jumped to the task. The bar was so thick that it took both of my hands to circle it. As I tried to pick it up, the dumbbell refused to move. I put more force into it, again it didn’t move. Suddenly, I felt something lifting me by the belt. My feet were dangling in the air and I heard her say, “Pathetic little wimp, can’t even pick up lousy 75 pounds without help.” The giant honey brown hair woman lifted me higher and higher off the ground and then she lowered me towards it. She was lifting me as if I were the dumbbell she was exercising with earlier. I squirmed trying to make her put me down while she did a few more repetition before dropping me to the floor. I landed face down into the carpet. “I want to do a little test before I start my next exercise,” she said as she picked me up by my waist. The woman placed me on a workout bench. Curiosity perked in my mind while she lifted the 75 pound dumbbell. She stood in front of me and said, “I want you to stop me from lifting this heavy weight. I don’t care if you use your weight to stop me from lifting this bar.” Sounds easy enough I thought to myself, as I placed both of my hands against her enormous wrist. I nodded to her that I was ready. Her long forearm and biceps swelled out into massive portion. I set my back into it as I painfully tried to walk into her. I closed my eyes to concentrate on stopping her. Her arm started to lift inch by inch which pushed me back a little. Again, I doubled my efforts. I opened my eyes to look at her face, to see if she was straining. To my astonishment, she was smiling down at me. Without a warning, her arm exploded with veins popping out all over her arms like road maps. At the same time, her hand shot up into my stomach, and lifted me and the weights up. I let out a yelp. I tried to maintain my balance, but I tumble over her hand on to the floor again. I crashed on to floor on my back. I looked up to see the giantess shaking her head at me, “I can’t believe you can’t even stop me. Not only you are weak, you’re fuckin’ light weight little ass.” She moved both of the dumbbell to the rack. She continue to taunt me, “I could probably crush you be- tween my boobs without much pressure.” The busty woman thrust her chest out proudly. When she did that one of her nipples popped out from under her quarter shirt. Even with just one of her boobs was bigger than my chest. I shuddered at the thought of being caught in her embrace. She could crush me into a pulp with those muscles of hers. Ms. Sager pulled out a flat rectangular object, what appear to be a remote control for the television set. She punched a series of buttons until I heard a electronic whir over my head. I looked up in time to see a door open with a quiet hiss. A red bag attached to chains came down through the ceiling. The bag was a cylinder shape with words ‘Everlastic’ printed across it. It was a body punching bag. “Hold the bag, while I go a few rounds with it,” she com- manded me. The bottom of the bag reached my waist, but it was twice my height. Gripping the bag the best I could, I set my weight against it. I found out it was a mistake. Every time she jabbed it, I thought my teeth were going to be knocked out by her light punches. The giantess talked while she sparred with the bag. She assured me that she would give me a chance to make up for the lost customer and restore me to normal size when I completed the task in limited time. She gave me three weeks to sell all of the products that were allocated for the customer, otherwise I would remain as I am until I found another way to please her. Her punches became stronger after each blow and she even started to kick it as well. I was losing my footing each time she violently punched or kicked the bag. I slowly peeked around the edge, hoping I could brace myself for her next blow. The punches stopped as I looked around. Ms. Sager was totally drenched in sweat. Her quarter shirt and her bicycle pants were soaked as if somebody dumped a bucket of water on to it. Her shirt became transparent I could see both of her nipples. I could also see the sweat dripping off her massive mammeries. I failed to notice her eyes. There was a look of determina- tion as she gather all of her ki or strength of force into one blow. Suddenly everything went into slow motion as my heartbeat thumped in my ears. I knew the honey brown hair giantess moved quickly as she took two side steps and put all of her weight into her kick. Instead of kicking the side of the bag, she kicked straight into it. The red punching bag exploded in half. The stuffing flew everywhere as I flew backwards still holding the bottom half. It must have been at least five feet from where I was standing to where I laid on the concrete. Another two more feet, I would have been in the spa. The landing knocked the air form my lungs. It was a good thing I was on the side instead of behind it, otherwise the bottom bag would have crushed me. I heard the giantess grumbled, “Damn, there goes another one.” With that she left the room, leaving me laying under the heavy bag. I managed to pull my arm from under the damaged bag. My shoulder stung like hell, but other than I wasn’t hurt all that much, just a lot of bruises. Ms. Sager looked down at me and said, “You better get back to work and don’t forget to pick up a copy of the inventory from Melissa.” Without another word, she left to take her shower. I brushed the stuffing from my clothes as I stalked angrily out of the office. The day had already turned sour on me. Out of sheer politeness, I closed the door quietly rather than slamming it. “Are you all right, Tony,” asked a ladylike voice behind me. Melissa’s big brown eyes were leveled with mine, when I turned around. She was on her knees, brushing the stuffing out of my hair. I stared at Melissa’s huge tits bulging out of her low cut blouse. I wanted to sink my face into them and cry, but that would appeared to unmanly of me. So, instead, I told her what happened. The busty lady listened to every word I said, then she gently checked my arm and chest. To my surprised, there were black and blue bruises on my chest and arms already. I flinched when she touched the bruises. She said, “You poor little man.” and pulled my head down into her cleavage. Her musky fragrance wafted into my nose. I tried to breathe, but she was cutting my supply of oxygen off. I really didn’t want to leave her soft downy breast. She clamped my head tightly to her bosoms. The secretary ignored my squirming and my muffled pleading. It seemed like hours went by, until Melissa released me. The room was spinning as I tried to regain my composure, but I fell backwards onto my ass. The giant brunette giggled as she stood up. “Goodness, I’d better get back to work,” she said. I waited on the floor while my head began to clear. I stared at Melissa’s shapely ass and thighs that were encased in blue jeans. She also wore a pair of black leather high heels boots that made her looked sexy. I wanted to run my hands up and down her legs to see how they feel. I stood back up as soon as my head felt cleared enough to do so. Her large posterior loomed just above my head as she moved away. “Ms. Sager said that I was suppose to get a copy of the inventory from you, so that I could find out what I need to sell,” I asked as I walked towards her. She answered that she was looking for it. I stood in the center of her working area. She moved from one file cabinet to another and then to the counter where another computer was at. Then suddenly, she turned and walked right into me. I quickly, had this impression of a truck bearing down on me as her massive thighs knocked me down. I fell tumbling away from her. She broke out laughing at my misfortune. With one hand, she grabbed by my arm and pulled me up as if I were a doll. “Looks like I better give you something to do to keep you out of my way before you get kicked out of my office,” she said smiling. Melissa gave me the task of getting her some paper clips for the papers I need. I stood on my toes to see if I could reach her tray full of paper clips. I couldn’t even see over the top of her desk much less than reaching her tray. I looked at her chair next to me. The chair was high enough to assist me on what I need to do. I struggled to climb onto the swivel chair as quickly as I could. The chair spun around as I tried to climb into her seat. I was getting dizzy from spinning around in circles. Soon as it stop spinning as I grabbed the desk and reached for the single item that she could’ve gotten it without any efforts. I pushed the swivel chair around so I could face the giant brunette. I sat down into the plush of the seat and leaned into the back support. Melissa was already looking at me as I spun the chair around to her. She had her hand covering her mouth as if to refrain from laughing out loud. She said,” I didn’t want to disturb you from your conquest, but some of the papers you need already had paper clips.” “Damn!” I exclaimed, tossing the object over my shoulder hoping it would land on the table. “Hey! Don’t do that!,” the busty giantess said, taking three steps towards me. Her shapely legs straddled the chair and prac- tically plummeted her ponderous weight onto my legs. Her weight was crushing the life out of my legs as I screamed. She felt like she weigh at least five thousand pounds of flesh and bones. Her stomach smothered me as she reached to replaced the paper clips back into their proper place. Try as I might, I couldn’t budge her. She squealed with delight when I punched her tits. The secretary leaned back to look down at me and scolded, “You, naughty little man, you should never touch me there. I’ll have to punish you.” She stood up slightly and grabbed my head with one giant hand and smashed my face into her heavy milkers. Both of her arms encircled my head against her monstrous mammeries. My air was immediately cut off. No amount of my strength will ever get me free. Blackness was slowly settling over me within a matter of seconds. The brunette released me from her crushing hug. My eyes were fluttering as I tried to open them. Suddenly, my face was being pummel by two large breasts. I felt something trickled from my nose as she continues to slammed her boobs into my face. Almost a full minute later, she released me from her bea- ting. I found blood on my fingers when I checked my nose. The giant Melissa took no notice of it. “C’mon we have to go to the file room to get the rest of your file,” she said. I nodded my head that I would go with her. I pinched my nose, hopefully to stop the bleeding. Without another word, she got up and headed towards down the hall where the file room was. Her click-banging of her high heel boots faded as I got down from the giant chair. I crashed to the floor, trying to get the life back into my dead legs. I quickly hobbled after her the best I could. The giant and giantess all stare at me as I ran down the aisle. I could hear whispering as I passed by them. I turned around as I walked to find enormous people staring at me in wide eye amazement and astonishment. I wanted to avoid the crowds’ stares, but there was no chance of that now. Just as I turned around, without a warning, something dark and huge came out of a doorway and broadside me. As I was flying through the air, I tried to go into a roll. No such luck, I crashed into a heap. My body was in pain and it wasn’t meant to take so much beating already today. A female voice speaking Spanish asked me if I was OK. I only understood some of the Spanish, but I understood enough of it. A huge finger prodded me in the ribs as she rolled me on to my back. I groaned as I looked up. I recognized the huge female face. Her name was Ruby. I spoke half in Spanish and the other half in English knowing that she only spoke Spanish. She gasped when she saw my face. My nose was bleeding again. I pinched it. The giant Spanish woman asked what happen to me. I told her that I would explain later. With one hand, Ruby pulled me by my shoulder and started to dust me off. I wanted to take off and catch up with Melissa, but she held me firmly. Boldly, she asked me if I would like to go out with her after work. She shorter than most of the women who worked here, but even then she was still taller than me. I only came up to Ruby’s large breast. I told her I wasn’t allowed to leave the company premises. The giant woman put on the puppy dog look on her face, and said that she was sorry. She made some comments about how she could have some fun with me. The tall woman always wanted to go out with someone who is shorter than she is. I shudder at the thought. There was a rumor that this woman likes to ‘rough up’ her lovers before going to bed with them. Ruby wasn’t ugly, in fact she was kind of pretty in a way. The Spanish woman always dresses to her advantage. She wore low cut dresses and always tight fitting clothes. There wasn’t a day that went by she didn’t wear high heel shoes. Unlike most woman, Ruby’s shirt were cut lower than most woman would could care to go. In fact, they were on the border of being scandalous. She continued to brush me down from the backside, while she was there, she took to opportunity to feel my ass. Her huge body was press up close to me, giving me the same chance. Her huge breast rubbed along the side of my arms. Then, she switched to my front, also taking the opportunity to rub her long finger along my shaft. I couldn’t help getting excited as she perpetuated brushing me down. Ruby made a comment about me being too small for her that she might have to toss me back into the water. I told her that I might be small, but I just might be too much for her to handle. The Spanish woman chuckled and patted my ass before letting me go. “I see you finally caught up with me. Did you get lost?” demanded the giant secretary with her foot tapping the carpet. I responded, “I got knocked down by Ruby.” Without a word, she grabbed me by the ear and pulled me inside the storage room. “Let’s get to work,” she said hungrily. I didn’t know what she meant by that comment. The storage room was little bit better than a closet. There was one rows of file cabinets on each side of the doorway. There is a table at the end of the aisle. The light lit up the room brightly as she pulled me to the table. Almost without any effort on her part she lifted me on to the high table. Even with me sitting on the table, she was still a head taller than I. I felt helpless. By my hair, her enormous hand yanked it back and as her large lips covered mine. Melissa kissed me passionately as her other free hand roamed over my smaller body. I couldn’t resists her, specially when she is twice my height and three times stronger than I am. She forcefully pressed my small body against her larger form. The brunette’s massive hooters were crushing my chest painfully. I tried to push her away, but only succeeding burying my hands between her breast. Melissa thought I was massaging her breast. She released me as she began to unbutton her blouse. I tried to persuade her to hold off. “But, Melissa, we’ll both get fired if Ms. Sager ever catch us at this,” I pleaded her. “Screw her. I want you now, Little man. I’m so horny right now. I don’t think you’ll object to me having a good time with you?” she sneered as her braless boobs came into view. They were full and firm, and didn’t sagged at all. Her teats were at least an inch long, from my point of view. The secretary shoved my face into her right tits and said, “Suck my titties, you dirty little man!” Given no other choice, i did as she bided me to do. I kissed and sucked the huge nipple, while I fondled her left breast. Her breathing became heavier and hoarse. She moaned with pleasure as Melissa squashed my face against her fleshy mountain. With one hand, she released my dick from the confinement of my pants. She stroked and fondled my turgid shaft, even though her fingers were longer than my miniaturized peter. I was aching to fuck her, no matter how big she is. Her body heat rose steadily, soon, she was burning like a bitch in heat. My hand moved down to her flat stomach and lower. She moaned, “That’s it, lover. Unbutton my pants.” I tried to unsnapped her pants, but it took almost all of my strength to pried it apart. Suddenly, without a warning, the door was kicked in, with a loud crack. It remained hanging on one of the hinges as my towering boss stormed in the file room. The look on her face told me that she wasn’t please to find my hands in her secretary’s pants or with my face buried between Melissa’s breast. “I’d thought I’d find you here, you miserable little runt,” raged Ms. Suzan Sager. I started to say something, but the brunette interjected, “He made me do it. He threatened to expose me if I didn’t do as he told me to do.” She cowered away from her boss and me. “Shut up, slut,” The honey brown hair giantess snarled and she snapped her attention to me. If looks could kill, I’d be incinerated on the spot. She stared at me for a long time. I thought she would hit me, but none came. Ms. Sager growled at her secretary, “Melissa, I want you in my office in 10 minutes.” Without wasting a moment, the brunette ran from the file room. “You, in my office, now!” her huge finger was leveled at me. Before I could move, her hand jerked me off the high table. I landed face down on the carpeting floor with a bone jarring impact. The giant woman stormed out of the room without another word as I looked up. I knew I wouldn’t be able to keep up with her giant long strides. Not wanting to keep her waiting, I ran after her. She was nowhere in sight as I went to her office. I stared straight ahead to avoid the questioning stares from around me. Ms. Sager’s door was open when I arrived. I slowly walked in and looked around for my boss. She was at her display case, pulling out a long black riding crop. She wouldn’t dare be planing to use that on me, I thought to myself, but in my present condition how was I to stop her if she choose to use it. “About time you got here, you little prick,” she said with- out looking at me. With a wave of her hand, she motion for me to go to her desk. I closed the doors as I went to her desk. “Take off your clothes,” she ordered me, acidly. “In front of you? I don’t think so,” I responded. I regretted ever for saying it. Before I could move, the leather crop struck me on my left shoulder. The blow drove me to my knees as the pain lance through my shoulder. “You don’t think unless I tell you so. Now take off your clothes or else,” she threatened me. In less than a moment, my clothes where on the floor. I stood stark naked in front of her. Ms. Sager snorted at my exposed genital as she examine my body. She used her long crop to spin me around while inspecting me. “You been here less than a month and you cost me a long time standing customer. Not only that, in the same day you tried to make out with my secretary in a closet. It seems I have to show you some manners,” said the giantess. I started to say something, but my head snapped to the side after she struck me with her long stick. “Don’t speak unless I tell you so,” said Ms. Sager. “I’m going to change into something more appropriate for the task I have in mind for you,” she said, “When I get back I want to see you on your knees.” She strode to another part of the room which was completely sealed off after she closed the doors. With some careful efforts, I lowered myself to my knees while my head continue to spin from her last strike. I tried to think where I went wrong. All I could think about was Melissa’s massive hooters. How they felt, smelled, and shaped. I know I should be pissed off at her for lying to Ms. Sager. After all she was the one who seduced me in the first place. I didn’t look up when a dark figure silently enter the office. I almost didn’t hear the door clicking shut. I gasped as I looked up to see Ms. Sager’s secretary walking towards me. The giant brunette had changed clothes. She wore a 2 piece black swimsuit. Her brassier was studded with sliver spikes that any contact would pierce the skin. Her bottom part was plain swimsuit with bow ties on both side of her swinging hips. She walked in a pair of black leather high heel shoes. She smiled down at me as she came closer to me. “Aww… Did she hurt you again? ” she cooed. Melissa’s long finger traced the newly welt on my face. With all of my strength, I savagely shoved her hand away, “Don’t touch me, bitch.” The hand came back, in a fist, with an astonishing speed, punched me in the face. Her punch lifted me off the floor and on to my back. Blackness settled over my eyes, like a blanket. I felt a pair of giant female hands dragged me in a short distance. I opened my eyes to see a knee being lowered on to my chest. The giant secretary made herself comfortable as she sat down on her hunches. Her leather high heel shoe felt cold against my naked cock and balls. Her huge knee was painfully compressing the air from my lungs. I tried to shove the leg aside, but it was planted firmly. No matter what I did, I was trapped underneath the weight of her shapely leg. I glared up at her immense form. Her breast dominated most of the view as she smiled down at me. “What’s the matter? Can’t get comfy,” she taunted me while I squirmed. “Maybe, I can help,” she said. Before I could ask, she immediately stood up straight on her knees. The weight of her knee intensified which the pain became excruciating painful. I felt a couple of my ribs cracked as I screamed. Melissa laughed at my agony. I felt that if she stay on her knees my chest would eventu- ally cave in. I struggled to shift her immense weight, but that brought even more pain to my chest. “What’s the matter with you? Everything I tried to make you happy, you bitch about it,” the giant brunette said. She looked down at me between her massive mammeries. Slowly a smile began to form on her beautiful face as if she had an idea. Her eyes twinkled with delightfulness as she licked her lips in a sultry fashion. With one huge hand, she grabbed both of my hands, and firmly placed them above my head. I sucked a lungful of air when she released me from her painful pressure. Before I could relax, she dropped her gigantic tits on to my ribs. Her studded bra piercing my already swollen chest caused me to scream once more. With just one of her boobs, it very easily covered my entire upper body. She began to grind me with her superior weight and her massiveness. The spikes felt like it was tearing my skin in to shreds. The giant secretary moaned, “Ooooh, this feels soo good!” and proceeded to move even faster and wider circles. Tears streamed out of my eyes as I bit my lips to keep from crying out. As much as I tried to squirm but her mammoth body kept me immobile. It literally constricted my breathing, as I was taking in small amount of air at a time. Her body heat continued to rise steadily as she rubbed her tits across my chest. The pain was even more agonizing than ever. “Aww…You’re crying,” I heard her say. My tears were streaming out rapidly. Then she dragged her heavy breast down lower to my stomach with the metal stud leaving a trail of red welts in it’s wake. I felt her wet rough tongue lapping up my tears off the side of my face. Her hot breath steamed over my face as she moaned with pleasure over each lick. With her free hand, she grabbed my hair and pulled it back as she rammed her large tongue down the back of my mouth. I couldn’t help gagging for several moments as I was forced to breathe through my nose instead of my mouth. For several long minutes, I was to endure her torturous torments. Suddenly her tongue slid out of my mouth and her mountainous hooters were lifted. I opened my eyes to find the giant Melissa still squatting on her knees, towering above me. She was rubbing her crotch with her right hand as she smiled down at me and commented, “That felt good, Little man.” Without getting up, she undid the strings that held her shorts up on her hips. The garments fell to the floor in a heap. “Now, let’s see if you can get me off,” she purred with ecstasy. With a single hand, she pulled my legs between her tree trunk size thighs until my head was under her crotch. Her dark pubic hair loomed high above my head as I stared up at it. Terror was beginning to over take me as she lowered her- self towards me. My hands were still pin above my head, render- ing it useless. I shook my head from side to side, screaming and begging for her not to do this to me. Her huge hand pinned my head down so that I could no longer shake my head as she settled her muff down on my face. She released my head as she gyrated her hips in a slow seductive manner. All I could was breathe and smell her crotch. “C’mon, give me some tongue action, ” Melissa growled huskily. I shook my head negatively the best I could. “Oh? You don’t want to? Seems that you didn’t learn anything from the last time,” Her voice had an edge of steel that I didn’t like. I didn’t get much of a view since her crotch and ass were on my face, but I could feel her other hand stroking my right thigh as it went towards my half hard shaft. Suddenly, intensive pain shot racked through my body as the giant hand squeezed my dick. Melissa smiled as she listened to my muffled scream. The pain stopped when she asked me once more, “Are you going to do as I ask?” What was left of my strength, I nodded my head weakly. I slowly stuck out my tongue as she continued her shifting her hips across my face. The giantess purred as she released both of my hands to massage both of her enormous tits. “Now I don’t taste all that bad, do I?” she cooed. I was fighting the urge to put my tongue back in my mouth after tasting the bitterness of her vagina. Both of her huge hands grabbed my head and tried to shoved it deeper into her cavernous cunt. Her giant oscillating hip gyrated at a faster rate. I was close to the point of passing out until Melissa rolled off of me, pulling me with her. I laid on top of her gasping for oxygen, until I heard her say, “Fuck me, you little runt.” I looked down at my half hard shaft, trying to will it to rock hard, but I was to exhausted to do so. I had a feeling that I would get a beating if I don’t fuck the secretary soon. This time, I willed an exotic image of a woman at my height that any man would want to have for the night. Slowly, my genial started to become erected. I crawled forward slowly, as I stretched my legs and back. Suddenly, something large and big swatted on my back. The blow sent me sprawling forward, face first into the giantess’s tits. A voice, I know all to well, said, “You should know better than that, Melissa. You’ll screw up the incantation if you let him touch you that way.” I rolled over to see my boss, Ms. Suzan Sager, towering above me. She changed her clothes to something that looked more dominating. She wore a pair of jet black high heel boots, which showed off her massively powerful thighs. I could see her pubic hair protruding from the sides of her panties. The cups of her black lacy corset was being threatened to be overrun by her giant hooters. Over her broad shoulders, she wore a black cape, which hung all the way down to the floor. The word, incantation, ran through my mind. “What could she be talking about?” I thought to myself. “I couldn’t help myself, Ms. Sager. I haven’t been fucked in a long time,” said her secretary. I started to get up off of Melissa, but the honey brown hair giantess kicked me back down on to my back. “I think we’re going to have to debase Tony a little bit more,” snickered my boss. The giant woman threw her cape back and withdrew what looked like a strap on dildo. The thing looked pitifully small in her hand as she snapped the straps around her waist. If she was going to use that thing on me, I didn’t want any part of it. I tried to get up, but Melissa’s shapely long legs imprisoned me. No matter how hard I tried to get out, I was no match against her superior strength. I banged with my fist on her legs as the giant Suzan stooped down and grabbed me by my shoulders with both of her hands and hauled me to my feet. The giantess laughed at my efforts to escape her hands as she stood up to her full height and then readjusted herself so that the rubber dong was face level with mine. She pulled me up close to her strap on dildo. The rubber dick was longer than mine by a good 5 inches and thicker, too. I shook my head every time my giant boss tried to insert the shaft into my mouth. I had to brace my hands against her wide hips. “Kiss my dick, dammit!” she growled at me and I still re- fused to do so. Her huge hand nearly took off my head when she slapped me. My nose was bleeding again and the pain stung the left side of my face. “Now, kiss it, dammit!” she ordered me again. I puckered my lips to kiss the distasteful thing. I heard Melissa laughing behind me. “Now, lick the side of the shaft to show what a good little slut you are,” said Suzan. I turned my head to lick the entire length of the entity. The taste was bitter as I licked the shaft. She guided my head with one hand, around the rubber dildo, to make sure that I’ve licked every inch. The giant lady purred, “That’s very good, little slut. Now,” her two giant hands grabbed the back of my head, “suck it.” All resistant was futile, as she arched her hips towards me, her powerful hands pulled my head directly into her strap-on rubber dildo. The thing forced its way into my mouth as I tried to accommodate it’s size. I half gag and half chocked on the thing, but I wasn’t given any choice. The giantesses laughed at me as I struggled with it. Suzan continued to stroke the rubber dong in and out of my mouth while tears were streaming out of my eyes. Each time she pumped the projectile, she drove it deeper and deeper into the back of my mouth. My throat expanded until she drove the whole thing all the way in. “So, how does it feel to be the weaker sex for a change?” my boss asked me. I couldn’t say anything because the dong was still impaled into my mouth. She slowly backed the shaft out of my mouth, forcing me to endure it for a while longer. It came out with a silent pop. I wiped my eyes dry as I looked up to see Ms. Sager grinning at me evilly. I didn’t like that look she gave me. Her rubber shaft was pointing at my stomach when she dropped down on her knees. “Guess what we’re going to do next,” she said with her eyes laughing at me. “Oh no, she not going to fuck me with that thing,” I thought to myself. With her superior strength, she easily turned me around by my waist while I screamed and try to pull myself from her power- ful grasp. Suzan smacked the hard rubber dong on my ass pain- fully as she laughed gleefully. Pulling with all my might, the giantess effortlessly lifts me off the floor. I screamed as she penetrated my ass with the dildo. “That’s it, cry, little man, cry,” she said. Cry, I did as she rammed the rod into me deeper each time. I could feel my rectum being forcefully spread wider each time she drives it into me. The thing burned my asshole as it entered and exited me while she held me aloft a few inches in the air where my toes could barely touch the ground. It felt like eternity, before she drove it to the hilt. It felt like a log was inside of me. I was still screaming my head off and trying to push the dildo out of my ass. Ms. Sager continued to laugh and tease me, “I can see why men enjoy rapping women. I never felt so much power from fear, especially from a tiny little man like you, Tony.” The giantess swatted my ass to inflict more pain upon me. I watched the giant Melissa ,through my tear-streaked eyes, smiling to herself as she fingered herself in the crotch. The brunette rolled on to her hands and knees, with cat-like grace, she crawled towards me. She lowered her face down mine and licentiously drove her big tongue in to the back of my mouth. Her large hand caressed the right side of my face while her other hand, with her fingers lightly played with my left nipple. I tried to scream when the giantess roughly pulled the long dildo out of my ass, but Melissa mouth covered mine. I fell to my knees when Suzan released me. The brunette still held on to me. “C’mon, Melissa. If you want the spell to work, now is the time to do it when he feels he has been degraded so low,” I heard Ms. Suzan Sager say. The secretary released my mouth with a loud smack. My body crashed to the floor as both of the giant- esses quickly drew a circle around me with chalk and started to light candles that were surrounding me. Then I heard something heavy dropped to the floor, near my feet, but outside of the chalk drawn circle. I turned my head towards the object. It was a statue of a woman that somehow was radiating fear into me. Don’t know why, but I was definitely scare of that thing. The lights were turned off and I watched Melissa put her clothes back on, in the candlelight, knelt down on her knees near my head and somehow I felt and knew the other giantess was behind me. Strange words erupted from the Suzan Sager’s mouth, I couldn’t tell if they were Greek or Latin. Her voice rose and pitched with feverish frenzy. suddenly her dialogue switched to English as I listened to her, “Hear me my goddesses! I bring thee an offering of a gift. I beseech thee to come forth. Let thine present beknown among us. Honor us with thine present.” “Hello, my ever so bright daughter. What do you have to offer me this time?” a voice that somehow was emulating through the angry stone, but it sounded so cheerful. It wasn’t right. All my life, that when I went to church, there was never a present or a voice that was heard when I was around. Ms. Sager replied, “I bring thine an offering of this woman to be one of your followers. From her she brings you this worth- less man as her gift to the most holy thine.” “Suzan, drop the thee’s and thine’s. Those days are long gone by and you’re giving me a heartache thinking about my other daughters who died when Rome decided to invade the jungle. And for once say my name.” “I’m sorry my goddess, but you know if anyone says your name in your present, the other gods will hear it and take actions against you and us. Just like what happen with Amazon.” “Very well. Let’s take a look at our new follower.” There was a brief pause. Somehow I could feel the goddess floating over Melissa and then it moved back to the cold statue. “You have done well,even though she still has the lust for this carcass, but she will change, Suzan. I will take her offering even though there is nothing to take from the man-ape. I will have to take his strength.” “No need to take his strength. I already extracted fluid from him. I was going to ask you a favor that you transfer his strength to Melissa. She gonna need it in the near future.” I heard something popped and set on the floor next to me. “Because you have done so well, I will grant you your wish.” Before I knew what happened, I felt something powerful seized control of my mind and body. I closed my eyes and screamed as my body convulsed uncontrollably as I felt something being wrenched away from me. I felt the statue’s anger and power as it tore something from me. After what felt like eternity, the pain subsided, but I don’t think it will ever go away. Melissa moaned with such an intensity, that I had to look at her. Slowly, I opened my eyes just a crack and then opened them all the way. I wished that I hadn’t. Despite the pain I was feeling, I stood up on my feet and looked up to the colossal form of the secretary. She was even bigger than before. I stare in astonishment as the brunette grew more and more muscular in each passing seconds. The black studded bra she wore, burst from her oversize chest. Her shoulder broaden as she spread her arms out like an eagle as her biceps exploded with power on her arms. Her abdomen shrank and formed into a hard packed washboard. She rose up higher upon her knees as I watched her thighs swelled into mighty pythons. “It’s an incredible sight, isn’t it,” I heard a voice behind me. I turned around and nearly staggered back from the view. Suzan also towered like a colossal giantess. I turned around to look at the other woman and then back to my boss. They were both at the same height, it seems that I had been shrunk again. “Well, it seems that my Goddess has gotten greedy again. You should be lucky. The last man she had, she didn’t stop shrinking him until he was 2 inches tall and we lost him in my pussy,” giggled the giantess. She reached down and grabbed me by my waist with one giant hand. Her fingers were thick as a telephone pole as I tried in vain to pry them apart. I was brought up close to her billboard size face. “We’re gonna have some fun,” her loud voice rumbled. I was already frighten, I couldn’t get any more scared than I was. Suzan hastily dropped me to the ground as she leaned back. I looked up to see that she was removing the rubber dildo which was twice the height as I was. Next, she removed the panties she was wearing and motioned me to come closer to her huge vagina. Her crotch looked like a set of forbidden doors to dangerous sexual passion as I came closer to her. With two large fingers, she peeled back the labia, to reveal a large wet gaping hole with a nipple hanging down from the ceiling. With her free hand, I was shoved towards her cavernous cunt. I dropped down onto my knees and crawled the rest of the way to her. My giant boss roared with laughter. I sucked her large clit while I inserted one arm into the hole. The hole quickly closed around my arm before I could pull it back. No matter how hard I tried to, I couldn’t pull my arm out. I started to panic. I stopped sucking her clit and changed position. I planted both of my knees into the floor and tried to pull. No avail. I kept on trying. I looked up at the honey hair giantess. She had her hand covering her mouth. Suddenly, she burst out laughing and my arm came free. I fell back from the force of my arm coming free. Before I could get up, her gigantic hand scooped my legs and hauled me upright. “At this rate you’re never gonna make me cum,” she said. With one leg on her knee and the other on it’s feet. She centered me underneath her crotch and inserted my head and chest into her cunt. My scream turned into a gargling sound as she pumped me in and out. My arms were pinned to the sides, were useless. After what felt like eternity, her body started to shuddered and her vagina muscles expanded and contracted. With the help of her juice, I slid out of her dark hole and fell 10 feet to the ground. I crumbled into a heap, covered with white sticky ooze. I was ready to fall asleep after what I was put through, until a giant hand snatch me from the floor and my sleep. Panicking, I held on to the fingers. My eyes opened to find Melissa’s large face looking down on me. “Yummy,” was all she said. The giant face zoomed down on me with her mouth opened wide enough to swallow me whole. I screamed as it came closer upon me. Her tongue came out of her mouth and started to lick the cum off of my body. The giantess licked me thoroughly as if she were a kid who would take great joy in licking all of the batter off the spoon. In mere minutes, she had me licked clean, although I reeked of her breath. She dropped me back onto the floor, like some forgotten toy. I crashed onto the floor with every part of my body in pain. I rolled over to see Melissa’s new body. The change was astounding. She still had her large firm breast, but for some reason it look bigger, even though I’m smaller than I was before. The rest of her body had a lot of mass muscles on it. Her stomach was a flat washboard with her abdominal finely detailed. Her arms and legs was nothing but a mass of powerful coils wrapped around it with blue veins crisscrossing all over it. She was trying to put on her high heel shoes, but her feet was too big. And she tried to put on her swimsuit. The secretary’s bottom part splayed when she pulled them up. The top part, no matter how she tried, couldn’t reach all the way around her broad back. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her new body, it was incredibly exciting to look at it and at the same time it was also dangerous. “Ms. Sager, do you have anything that I could put on that will fit me, until I could get some new clothes?” asked Melissa. Suzan only pointed at her walk-in closet. The giant secretary disappear into it. “Upon your hands and knees, Boy Toy!” Ms. Sager voice cracked like a whip. It hurt too much to do as she said, so I just laid there. “If you don’t do as I say, I’m gonna step on you!” she threaten and still I didn’t move. Her high heel boot was suddenly on top of me, but there was no pressure. Her foot was so large that it easily covered my whole body. “I warned you what would happen if you didn’t obey,” she said. Her immense foot had gotten incredibly heavy. My breathing became more and more difficult. The pain came next as I screamed in agony. For the next few moments, she kept up the pressure until she was satisfied that she had punished me. Her foot was suddenly gone and again she commanded,”Get on your hands and knees, Dog!” With each movement was a stab of pain, I slowly rolled over and got onto my hands and knees. “Good boy! You deserve a treat. Lick my boots clean, Boy Toy,” the giant honey hair lady ordered me. I looked up to find her foot several yards away from me. I made my way over to the black shiny boot. I started at the point of her toe and worked my way back to the high heel. “Melissa, do you still want this miserable little wimp?” yelled my giantess boss. “No, not really. Why? Do you want him?” asked the other woman. “Yes, I think he would make a nice little paper weight for me and among other things,” Ms. Sager responded. “So, what are you going to do with your fabulous new body?” continued the boss. “I think I’m going to get even with those artist who tried to stuff me into a suit that was too small for me,” said the secretary. “That’s fine, but hurt them too much. I need them for a new project,” said she. A hand reached down and grabbed me by my waist. I was hoisted high into the air, until I was level with Suzan Sager’s face. “Hear that? You’re my property from now on. Anything I say or do, you will not disobey me at all or you’ll suffer the consequences. You got that?” she shook me in the palm of her hand. I dare not to say anything, least she decides to drop me as my punishment. There was a knock at the door. “Who is it?” asked Suzan. The door opened and a familiar face walked in. Ruby asked in a stumbling English, “I wanted to ask you,…” She stopped in the middle of a sentence when she saw me in Ms. Sager’s hand. Her eyes glinted with pure sexual joy. I shuddered with the thought if she ever got her hands on me. My tormentress did not even miss the look from Ruby’s eyes. She took it in stride. “I see. Well, for twenty dollars, you can have him for the night and in the morning you can drop him off with my secretary,” she offered. Without a moment to think, Ruby bobbed her head in agreement. The giant boss continued, “And if you want one of your own, we’ll talk about it tomorrow. For this you can pay me later.” Suzan walked towards Ruby and deposited me between Ruby’s deep cleavage. “NOOOOO! Don’t leave me with her!” I screamed as I tried to scrambled out of her soft downy boobs. A hand came down on top of me and pushed me in even deeper into her cleavage. The last thing I remember was Ms. Sager saying, “Tony, remember who’s the boss now.”

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December 25, 2007

Big Cindy - 1 (Fem dom fuck)

     CHAPTER 1

     My daughter, Cindy, has been an extremely large girl all of her life. When she reached her 8th birthday she was 6′ 1″ tall, weighed 210 pounds and wore a woman’s size 14 panty. Just to give you an idea of how big that would be, a normal 170 pound man would virtually not be able to keep her panties on without holding them up. My wife Barbara is also extremely big and tall; being 6′7″ tall and weighing over 250 pounds. But by contrast, I’m only 6′ 4″ tall and weigh only a little over 175 pounds. By the time Cindy’s 9th birthday came, she had grown to 6′ 6″ tall. Barbara was so happy with Cindy’s giant size, that she dressed her up in a pair of her best “little girl” size 20 frilly, pink panties, ruffled half-slip and a short silky skirt. She also put some of her 4″ heels on Cindy over her white frilly socks. This made Cindy tower 6′10″ tall. She then made me stand next to Cindy and look up into her face. God I felt tiny, standing next to my Amazonic daughter while dressed in a pair of one of Cindy’s smaller frilly panties left over from when she was only 7 years old. These were the only size that would fit me. With my wife’s 4″ heels on, Cindy towered over me by more than a half a foot. Barbara then asked Cindy to bend over and kiss me on my forehead while she took pictures. Then she had Cindy lean down, pick me up and hold me her strong arms. Picture after picture was shoot as Cindy crushed me in her powerful arms. Only weighing 175 pounds, and compared to her weight of 240 pounds, if she chose, she could have easily held me around in her arms for hours. But my wife just wanted her to hold me up while as she shot a few more pictures. “Make Cindy put me down,” I said to Barbara as I dangled high off the ground in Cindy’s strong arms. You’ll never know how insignificant it made me feel to have my 9 year old daughter be able to physically tower over and dominate me. The last time she was small enough for me to put her over my knee and spank her was when she was only 6 years old. But within a year after that, she was taller, stronger and bigger than I, and could, if she had ever wished, could put me over her knee and spank me to tears. By the time she was 12 years old she had grown another 3 inches to 6′ 9″ and weighed over 260 pounds. Even at that early age, she was forced to buy her extra large panties, girdles, and slips from on of the “Lane Bryant’s Large Women’s Stores located in our city. She had by now, totally outgrown her “little” size 20 panties and was forced to wear a women’s size 32. That’s more than three times the size of my white, cotton, briefs. From 12 years old on, Cindy would walk around the house dressed only in her bra, panties, and half-slip. I tried to be as careful as I could, but many times she would catch me standing as close to her as I dared. I would use every opportunity I could to walk up behind her and brush my small chest against her large, nylon panty covered butt. Many times, when she was in her bathroom getting ready for grammar school, I would walk up behind her with a towel wrapped around my body, reach up, and snap the elastic top of her panties with my fingers. “Cindy, would you move your overgrown Amazon butt.” I pretended to order as I looked up at the broad, back of this imposing pre-teenage girl. Usually she would just turn around, tear my towel off, and kid me about the size of my penis (or “Daddy’s little wee-wee” as she called it). At less than 2Ѕ inches long, and no bigger around that her little finger, my penis was about the same size as a 10 year old boy’s wee-wee. And the fact that I had very little pubic hair, further contributed to the allusion of my “little boy” look. “You’re such a bad baby boy! Come to Mommy”‘ Cindy said as she bent over and lifted me up on the counter. I felt so weak and tiny standing completely nude in front of her massive pre-teenage frame. My penis was now fully grown and proudly sticking out like a little 3 inch flag poll. Pinching and shaking the tip of my tiny “wee-wee” between her fingers, she pretended to scold me like a mother scolds her bad little baby boy. “Baby’s been bad again”, Cindy scolded as she pinched the tip of my penis between her strong fingers. While she finished getting ready, she kept me occupied by rubbing my tiny, “little boy wee-wee” up and down between the tips of her first and second fingers. To keep from loosing my balance, I had to hold on to the strong straps of her bra. I never tired of this game. And every time that Barbara left early for work we would recreate this ritual. After she finished putting on her makeup, Cindy would pick me up in her strong arms and carry me into her bedroom. She would then gently set me on her bed in a pile of her discarded underwear and let me watch her finish getting dressed for school. They were yesterdays panties and slips, so that they had a distinct little girl odor to them. This really excited me, because for the entire time it took her to get ready, I would roll around in her giant silky undies. Every now and then I would peak out from inside the pile of her panties, slips, bras, and nylons, and see her looking down approvingly at me. It was then that I was beginning to realize the strong desire I had for her and her giant “little-girl” underwear. When she was finished dressing, I would stand on the bed with her giant, panties and slips draped around me. At this height, I was almost eye level with her. “Kiss Daddy good-by.” I demanded with my hands on my hips. “Come to Mommy,” She purred as she wrapped her strong arms around my waist, and lifted me off the bed, holding me high in the air. I then wrapped my skinny legs around her waist and held on to her neck as she carried me down the stairs to our front door. I was still draped with her panties, brassieres, nylons, and slips, so she kissed me on the forehead while we were still in the house. “Please don’t put me down,” I cried as I held on tightly to her neck. “Oh, daddy, don’t be such a little baby,” she said as she pinched my little penis between her thumb and first finger. She increased the pressure until I released my legs from around her waist. “I’ll be late for school.” she said firmly as she let go of my penis and carefully set me down on the floor in front of her. “Ow! That hurt,” I said rubbing my erect, tiny penis with my hand as I looked up into her eyes. “You do that again, and I will have to put you over her knee and spank you.” “Now listen Daddy!” she exclaimed as she looked down on my puny body. “I know you think you look cute with my underwear all over you, but I want my bedroom cleaned up and all my dirty panties, nylons, bras, and slips hand washed, dried, and neatly folded by the time I get home from school. Is that understood?” Like a little boy I looked up at her and nodded my head. “That’s better.” she said as she kissed me on top of my head and left for school. At that moment, I was completely aware that if I disobeyed her orders and didn’t clean up her bedroom and wash all of her dirty, “little-girl” undies, that there was no way I could avoid the severest of punishments. Playing with myself through her panties that were draped around my body, I walked up the stairs and into Cindy’s bedroom. I climbed up on to her giant bed and lay down in the heap of soiled undies that were scattered all over her bed. I was feeling tired so I stuffed two of her giant silk panties into one of her size 40EE brassiere cups and made a pillow out of it. I then got inside of one of her giant half-slips and pulled it up around my shoulders and drifted off to sleep.

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December 24, 2007

Big Cindy - 2 (Fem dom strap on)

     CHAPTER 2 WASHING CINDY’S UNDIES

     If, when Cindy got home from her 7th grade class, I had washed and hung her giant undies correctly, she would go into her bedroom, and play with her dolls. Usually she was only dressed in her pink nylon panties, half-slip, and matching bra. If I got off work before Barbara, I would go in her bedroom wearing only my little-boy type white cotton briefs and ask her if she would be my “big, strong, horsy” and pick me up on her back and carry me around. I got so excited when she would play this game with me, because at 6′ 9″ tall, and weighing over 260 pound, my Amazonic daughter could have easily crushed the life out of my puny weak body. At only twelve years old, she was much to young to ever imagine the sexual thrill I was getting, riding high on her back while she wore only her bra, nylon panties, and slip. But my ultimate thrill was when she would lift me on her back and slide me down so that my upper body was completely inside of her half- slip and I was seated inside the back of her panties. She made sure to wear oversized panties so I could fit inside of them along with her. She would stick my legs out through the insides of the leg holes. Sitting deep inside her panties this way, my little erect penis was sticking inside of her ass checks; checks that were so deep that my 3″ penis was lost inside her. She liked me to ride inside of her panties, because this way her hands were free to play with her dolls. With my penis sliding in and out of her giant ass cheeks and my little butt rubbing against the silky smoothness of her panties and half-slip, I would hold on to the back her strong bra straps as she carried me around her bedroom for what seemed like hours. It wasn’t till latter in life that she realized that “Her little panty riding cowboy”, as I liked her to call me then, was just using her for my sexual fantasies about big girls.

    

    

     CHAPTER 3 DADDY GETS CAUGHT

    

     One day my wife, Barbara, came home from work early. She walked upstairs saw me through the slit in Cindy’s bedroom door, Barbara could hardly believe her eyes. There I stood on a stool, going through Cindy’s underwear drawer. I was dressed in only my little cotton briefs and was holding one of Cindy’s extra- large size 62 nylon panties up to my chest. It was more than twice the size of my chest. Without me noticing, Barbara watched as I took off my cotton briefs and put on Cindy’s giant silky panties. Barbara had to laugh, because her daughter’s mammoth panties literally dwarfed me and I looked more like a 6 year old little boy in his mother’s bedroom wearing her giant silk panties than a normal 44 year old grown man. I had never realized just how big Cindy had grown, until I saw how her panties virtually dwarfed me. Holding Cindy’s tent-like panties up with one of my hands, I found a clothespin. I then bunched up the elastic top in front and pinned the excess material so it would stay up on it’s own. I stood at her bedroom mirror and played with myself though her giant pink, silk panties. Then, standing on my tiptoes on the stool back at her underwear drawer, I frantically started throwing my teenage daughter’s giant nylon panties, bras, and girdles all over the floor until I found one of her largest, nylon half-slips. The sheer amount of her undies that I had been throwing on the floor nearly covered me all the way up to my head. Buried in this silken pile, I then rubbed the slip’s silky softness all over my tiny little body. Now there are half-slips and there are half-slips. Hers was so large that when I held it up in front of me it reached from the top of my head all the way down to the floor. I then stepped inside and pulled it up over my head until it completely covered my tiny body from head to toe. My wife Barbara, could tell that from the sounds and shaking that was going on inside Cindy’s gigantic, half-slip, it was very apparent that I was continuing to play with myself. And after a few minutes, she could hear me let out a muffled scream as I shot a small stream of cum through her daughter’s panties; staining the outside of her giant half-slip. Having fun in her daughter’s silky underthings was one thing, but cuming in them is quite a different matter. Barbara was pissed and I was going to pay for it. Being completely incased in this nylon tent, I couldn’t see anything. This gave her an opportunity to lurch into the room and pick me up still fully inside her gigantic nylon half-slip. “Hey!” I screamed as she carried me like a sack of potatoes over her shoulder. “Put me down this instant.” “Billy,” she purred as she carefully laid me on her bed. “You’ve been a very bad little baby, what with cumming inside of our daughter’s panties and slip as well as throwing all her pretty undies all over the place. You’ve made such a mess, and you will have to be punished for it” She put one of her strong hands at the top of the slip and the other at the bottom. She bunched up the material at both ends and held me captive in side Cindy’s extra-large half-slip. “Stop your useless squirming,” she purred. “Mommy will let her little baby boy out when she’s finished with her punishment. Gathering up both ends of the large half-slip, she tied both ends with two of Cindy’s hair ribbons and laughed as I squirmed in vane. Leaving me inside the giant, silky prison, she took off her cotton plaid dress and nylon blouse and went, dressed only in her silkiest, pink panties, matching half-slip, and bra, to her bathroom. By then I was crying as I tried in vane to escape. Inside the bathroom, she raised up her slip, pulled her panties down over her knees, and sat down on the toilet. “Please let me out,” I cried. All I heard in return was the gushing sound of gallons of pee splashing in the toilet. She only laughed as she sat there and watched her little baby boy squirm.

    

    

    

    

     CHAPTER 4 DADDY MUST BE PUNISHED

     After what seemed like many hours, Barbara came back into her bedroom and untied one of the ends of Cindy’s gigantic half-slip that I had been held prisoner in. I was afraid to come out of my silken prison, so Barbara just picked up the tied end and shook me out. Still wearing Cindy’s size 62 nylon panties, I lay in a ball on Barbara’s bed looking up at my mammoth wife as she stared down at me. She reached down and easily pick me up in her arms. She carried me into the bathroom and set me on her lap. She lifted up her half-slip to take a piss. She intentionally didn’t pull her panties down this time, so they were soaked with her pungent urine. “Does my little Billy want to clean the crotch of Mommy’s big panties?” She said as she lifted me off her lap and put me on the bathroom floor on my knees. God, I felt so weak and insignificant kneeling in front of her. Cindy’s giant panties that I was wearing were hanging way down in front of me; almost touching the floor. She spread her powerful legs further apart as I crawled closer to her. “Now stick your head up inside Mommy’s half-slip and lick the urine off my panties”, she commanded. Shaking all over, I obeyed. First my head disappeared inside her slip; then my shoulders; and finally, all that could be seen was my tiny, panty clad butt sticking out from inside of her slip. “Now Billy, I want you to clean every bit of urine off Mommy’s crotch or Mommy crush your puny head and chest between her massive thighs,” she yelled as she garbed the back of my head from outside her half-slip and slammed it up against her soaking crotch. My lips were sucking on the crotch of her wet panties. My lips were licking the length of her crotch. “Swallow all my pee, you little bastard. Suck my panties harder…. LICK MY CROTCH!” As my open mouth was pressed against her soaking wet crotch, she started to pee again. She flooded my mouth with what seemed like gallons of warm, pungent, urine. I started to choke, but she held my head tightly against her silken crotch and made me drink more and more of her ‘golden shower’. Closing her mighty thighs together, she crushed my head and chest until I passed out; my mouth glued against her panty’s soaked crotch. My punishment was over……………… I thought.

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December 23, 2007

Big Cindy - 3 (Fem dom story)

     CHAPTER 5 THE DOCTOR

     “Doctor Earleene Jones Specialist: Sexual Fetishes”

     I had some trepidation as I opened the outer door to Doctor Jones’ office. After catching me in our daughter, Cindy’s, bedroom wearing her panties and slips, Barbara decided that I needed some help from a special doctor that she had heard worked miracles on men with my problem. Sitting at the end of the room at a tall, oak, secretary’s desk was this wonderful looking women dressed in a nurses uniform. Just to her side was this 15 foot door with the word “PRIVATE” written on it. I walked up to the desk and informed the nurse that I had an appointment with Dr. Jones. “Just a second, Mr. Johnson,” she said as she looked through here appointment book. “Oh, here you are. You’re right on time. You can go in now.” I walked up to the door and was surprised to find that the door knob was so high that I couldn’t reach it. The sexy looking nurse laughed as I stood on my tip-toes; but still it was out of my reach. “Is there something the matter?” she said as she swung her chair around so that two of the longest legs I had ever seen were pointing up at me. Her legs weren’t crossed, so for a brief instant, I could get a peak up her dress to her powder blue panties, framed by a matching blue, nylon, slip. “Here, let me do it for you,” she said as she stood up from her desk. Higher and higher she stood. My God this woman was big! She must have been over 6′11″ tall and weighed at least 250 pounds. She walked over to me and gently pushed me aside. Standing beside her I felt like a little boy; she literally towered over me. This amazon that I was looking up at was not just a nurse…but she was the nurse, the type that every adolescent boy has ever had a wet-dream about–and here she was, towering over 7″ taller than me and at least 45 pounds heavier than me! My mouth dropped open as I stared up at this Amazon. “If you think I’m big, wait till you see Dr. Jones,” the nurse said as she easily opened the giant door. ” Now give me your hand little one, I mean Mr. Johnson,” she said as she reached down and took my tiny hand in hers. I felt like a little boy being taken to school by his mother as I looked up at this marvelous woman standing beside me. The giant nurse led me through the door and into a darkened room. “Doctor Jones, Mr. Johnson is here to see you,” the nurse said as she let go of my hand, kissed me tenderly on the top of my head, and closed the giant door behind her. “Come over here little one,” this wonderfully salutary voice echoed from the far side of the room. I started to shake, as I approached the most gigantic, sexy, black, woman I had ever seen. She was seated on a large chair with her legs crossed, dressed in only a bra, half-slip and panties. As I got closer, I realized just how large she was. The nurse was right, Doctor Jones was a true Giantess. She was much bigger than the nurse. I wasn’t sure, but I would have guessed that standing Doctor Jones would have been at least 7′7″ tall and must have weighed in excess of 375 pounds. Even seated, she was over 6′6″ tall; I had to look up to gaze into her face. I was so astounded that I backed up in awe. She was fantastic. Each of her giant black thighs were clearly visible through her white, nylon, half-slip and her thumb sized, black nipples thrust out against her gigantic 50FF brassiere; a brassiere who’s cups were each bigger than my head. This Negro, giantess’ bulging calves were more than twice the size of my skinny thighs and each of her giant thighs were much bigger than my waist. “So it says here that my little patient has a fetish for looking up little-girl’s dresses and slips. It also says that your wife caught you dressed in your daughter’s panties, brassiere and slip,” she said as she put down a folder containing my records. “Well, does my little baby boy just like looking up little- girls dresses and slips or would he want to look up a BIG GIRL’S slip?” asked this Amazonic woman that was seated in front of me. Before I could respond, she started spreading her crossed leg wider apart so her right ankle was now resting on her left thigh. Sitting like this, her mammoth legs were spread so wide apart that I had a perfect view up her silky half-slip; all the way up to the crotch of her large, white, nylon panties. Her mammoth black thighs framed the most beautiful panties that I had ever seen. They were easily the largest and sexist pair of panties that I had ever laid my eyes on. I was transfixed by there silky loveliness. What I wouldn’t give to touch them; to kiss their mammoth crotch and to put them on my tiny body. I figured that they were easily twice the size of my daughter Cindy’s extra-large panties. The more I stared at her beautiful panties, the more my penis grew. I hoped she couldn’t tell. “Well, well, it looks like little Billy’s not just a lover of little-girl’s panties,” she said as she slid her nylon, clad, calf back and forth on her giant, black, thigh. “It seems that my “little baby” is getting very excited looking at mine too.” She slowly uncrossed her large legs and spread them even further apart. The strong, white, nylon, of her half-slip was as taut as a trampoline and her silky panties were straining against her gigantic, black, hairy cunt. “Why Billy, you’re shaking, ” She exclaimed as she watched me continuing to stare up her open half-slip. “Haven’t you ever seen a woman’s panties before? I mean a real woman, a woman who’s panties are easily more than twice as big as any you’ve probably ever seen!” “Now don’t to excited, little one,” she said. “You should know that it’s not nice to look up a woman’s slip. ” Her mammoth thighs were stretching her silky half-slip almost to the tearing point. She was scolding me like a mother would scold her naughty little child. “Now Billy, to get started, I want you to take off your clothes and come over here and sit up on my lap so we can discuss your little problem.” Finally taking my eyes off her panties and looking up into her eyes, I obeyed her request. Slowly I took off my pants, shoes and shirt, and walked up and stood in front of her dressed only in my white, cotton, briefs. “Now, now, baby,” she said with her hands on her silken hips, “Doctor said she wants you to take off all of your clothes. Now get your ugly, little, cotton ‘panties’ off and climb up here on Doctor’s lap right now or Doctor might have to give her naughty little baby boy a spanking! Now ‘baby’ wouldn’t want that now would he?” My hands were shaking as I reluctantly removed my underwear. First one skinny leg, then the other. Finally I’m standing completely nude in front of this Giant, Black, Amazon; my little undies at my feet. I felt so weak and puny compared to her. Even seated, she towered over me. Her presence was dominating; she could easily squeeze the life out of me with just her massive calves. “Now, little one, grab on to Doctor’s slip and climb up,” She said as she pulled her half-slip as tight as the silky material will bare. The material of her slip was so tight and slippery and her mammoth legs were so large, that it was impossible for me to get up on her lap. Several times I tried and each time I slipped off of her half-slip and fell on the floor. She was just to big a woman for me to climb up on without help. “I sorry, but I can’t get up on your lap,” I said. “Could you please help me?” I felt just like a little boy as I stood looking up into her eyes. I could feel tears beginning to well up in my eyes. I fought hard to hold back the tears–but, despite my efforts, I felt a single droplet flow out of the corner of my eye. A tear rolled down my cheek, and as it did, I started to cry like a baby. I had never felt so weak and helpless in my life. “Please…don’t cry…little one…Mommy didn’t mean to hurt your feelings…” she said softly as she held me close to one of her giant legs with one hand while she picked up the hem of her silky, half-slip and wiped away my tears with the other. “Let me help you up on Mommy’s lap.” She tenderly picked me up, set me on her nylon covered lap, and wrapped her arms around me, hugging me to her huge, giant bosom. Her gigantic brassiere engulfed almost my entire body, sinking me deep into the valley of her soft, warm cleavage. She clasped one hand over the back of my head, and started gently rocking me in the cradle of her enormous silky brassiere. “It’s okay…it’s okay…I’m here for you…” she cooed. I couldn’t hold back any longer; I burst into tears, sobbing heavily against her huge, soft bosom. After my crying subsided, she re-positioned me so that I was sitting in the center of her taut half-slip with my back toward her. My tiny body was completely suspended in the center of her slip with my legs hanging down over the front between her legs. The strong nylon material of her slip easily supported my entire body. “I’m sorry I made baby cry. Here let me give baby a ride on Mommy’s slip,” she said she moved her strong legs in and out. This caused me to bounce on her taught half-slip like a baby on a silken trampoline. As she bounced me higher and higher on her lap, she could tell that I was enjoying the feeling of my little penis hitting her silky half-slip each time I made contact. She could see it is getting harder than before. Now my little penis had grown to a full 3 inches long. “Does my little baby like bouncing on his Mommy’s lap?” She asked as she continued bouncing me in the air.” “Now, little one,” she said as she stopped bouncing me up and down and started to rub my penis between her thumb and first finger. “Lets talk about why you came in to see me. In most cases, I’ve discovered that ‘tiny’ men with your fetish, started with their mothers when they were little boys.” She turned me back to the side again so that both of my little, skinny, legs were now hanging over her mammoth, silk- clad, left thigh. She could tell that I loved sitting high up on her half-slip. I looked up into her beautiful eyes as my tiny hands kneaded one of her giant cups of her 50FF, nylon brassiere. “Does my little Billy love and trust his big Doctor now?” she asked as she held me tightly to her massive brassiere. I acknowledged her by sucking on one of her giant, black, nipples through the silky material of her beautiful, strong, brassiere. My eyes were cast lovingly up into her face. “Now I want you to just sit on my lap and listen as we talk about when you were a little boy and about your mother. Don’t be afraid. I won’t hurt you. Just pretend that I’m your mother; not your Doctor. OK?” ” Yes Mommy,” I said as my tiny hands continued to squeeze one of her mammoth, silky, brassiere cups. “Can I keep sucking your nipple?” “Of course, little baby,” she cooed as she played with my little penis. Her giant brassiere cup was so big around that my hands were lost in the silky, white material. My mouth was dwarfed by her silken nipple. “Now Billy, I’ll bet that when you were a little boy you used to look up your Mother’s dress and slip any chance you got,” she said as I continued to suck on her giant brassiere. “Is that correct?” I nodded yes. “And I’ll bet that she would cross her legs like I did so you could get a good view of her silky crotch. And I’m sure that it would turn her on to see you looking up her dress. Am I right little one?” she asked as I sucked on her nipple. Now for me to help you,” the amazon doctor said. “It’s very important that you tell me everything that happened between you and your mother when you were her little boy.” Sitting high on her nylon clad lap and holding on to her mammoth brassiere cup with both of my tiny hands, I released my mouth from her silky, nipple. I looked up into her strong dark eyes, and started to tell her my story.

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December 20, 2007

The Bigger they Fall, the Harder they Come (Fem dom bondage)

     I’d never seen the captain like this before. Man, he was shakin’. Then again, thinkin’ ’bout the captain havin’ the shakes was just a little trick my mind was using to keep me from barkin’ like a rabid dog. I mean, those two bitches devastated the city and shrugged off our best mortar fire and anti-tank barrage; and it wasn’t like they were hard to hit. Shit, it was impossible to miss. In the Godzilla movies it looks like most everything the army throws at the monster flies right by, but it ain’t like that in real life. They stood there for must’ve been five minutes and I scored myself over and over and over. No more effect than a rain shower. Can’t figure it, really can’t. It looked like female flesh. Regular, soft female flesh. Muscle to fat ratio almost inverse from a male’s, probably not quite, pound for pound, half the strength of a male type female flesh. One’a them.. Christ forgive me what’m I sayin’ I don’t believe maybe now I do Christ I wonder if I’ll see you.. one’a them started jigglin her monster tits before they wiped us out. Then lights out, all I remember is playin’ dead in showers a’ pasted human flesh… shit, how long’s the captain been briefin’?

     “.. impossible. So we got us Dr. Bartley here, he’s biology something. Lissen’ up and listen good. He has an idea and we’re going to try it. We’ve volunteered to try it. Any arguments? No? Didn’t think so. Just so you don’t get second thoughts down the road; civilian death toll’s in the hundreds of thousands, military close to thirty thousand. Washington’s gon’na make this neck’o the woods ground zero, but after what we’ve seen yesterday we all know it ain’t gon’na do much good. Dr.?”

     “The captain’s right, men. What we’re dealing with here is sufficiently unprecedented to force doubt on every tenet we’ve believed. We don’t know how. But we do know where and when.”

     Bartley stopped and gazed at his audience, as if to gauge their capacity to comprehend his words.

     “Spill it doc.,” said Jack. “We’re trained to retain our faculties in extreme circumstances.”

     “Very well then. Sattelite intelligence is available from the first moment when… well, when the first unholy mass of female erupted from the bay. There seems to be an anomaly at that location. Odd particles, thermal fluctuations and most.. most puzzling, gravitational fluctuations. We need samples…”

     “That’s it, men,” interrupted the captain. “We are going to get samples of whatever’s at the source. And one way or another, we’re gon’na get at least one sample to Washington. At least one of you will survive to get it there.”

    

     NEXT DAY

    

     Me, I don’t think it’s such a hot idea. Four coast guard cutters and, if that fails, umpteen choppers. Like I told the captain, one guy in a dinghy at night would up the chances over this big commotion. But hey, I never seen action, I’m just a snot nosed college fuck. Shit, here we go.

     Indeed, the vessel moved under Jack; it picked up speed, accelerating rather abruptly, and he imagined he could smell the fear and adrenalin of the twenty or so men huddled about him on deck. About a mile away he could make out one of the other vessels starting out as well, and guessed that the plan was to converge on the target; hopefully at least one vessel would make it through and get away with samples. Strange, the eerie calm of the morning, off the shores of the devastated city; then he heard the familiar chugging of chopper, and turned to see.

     Yup. Choppers. Quite a few.. and.. shit! One of the fucking monsters.

     She must’ve been lying on the ground and covered herself with rubble, for as she stood up the gravelly-seeming debris rained off her flesh; insignificant seeming debris falling off a voluptous, scantily clad female standing in a toy city - accompanied by avalanchian rumbling. Don’t know if she saw us yet, hope to God..

     The monster female threw its head back and appeared to be addressing the sky. The eerie morning silence, if anything, deepened; and then, from miles away, her laughter slammed into the huddled men. And then, her voice slammed into them.

     “SILLY FLEAS, WE WERE EXPECTING YOU,” she roared.

     The hair on Jack’s nape stood on end. He turned and his intuition was confirmed. Dead ahead, about a mile away, the titanic shape of the other monster rose from the waters of the bay.

     Possibilities flashed through his mind. The chances of survival had become minuscule, but he had survived once by playing dead. His earlier idea, about one man setting out hopefully unnoticed returned full force. While his comrades sat slack jawed and paralyzed, while the monster on shore began wading out into the bay and the other monster made playful tidal waves, he dove over the parapet.

     It was a massacre, of course. The choppers that approached too closely were literally swatted out of the air. The ones that kept their distance fared no better as they were battered by tonnes of water thrown at them by the monsters. It was the frigates, however, that seemed to provide the monsters the most entertainment. Lifted bodily from the water, they were used as dildoes while hapless men clung to for their lives. The men in the water were scooped up and pressed into human jelly - and then ingested. One of the monsters, after lingeringly penetrating herself with the frigate that had housed Jack, began to lick her own juices off it; along with the few unfortunates that had managed to hang on that long.

     Meanwhile, Jack had been swimming. As much as able, he had remained beneath the surface, gulping a lungful and submerging again. He didn’t know how long he had been swimming. His oxygen starved brain began to throw up vivid subconscious images; pulped humans, vengeful goddesses, all accompanied by a strange feral anger. He wasn’t certain, but he seemed to feel tingling sensations. Then, a roar: “ONE OF THE FUCKING FLEAS GOT THROUGH! KILL THE LITTLE SHIT!”

     By that point, however, it was too late. Jack’s plan had been a good one. Not only had it been unlikely that the giantesses would have noticed his diminutive form, mostly submerged; but in their sexually crazed death lust, had they noticed him, they would most likely have done nothing about it. Crawling ‘pon a stage that drummed to the rhythm of goddesses slaking their lust for death and orgasm, his insignificance was simply too underwhelming. When they finally did notice him it was due to the fact that he had begun to expand into significance.

     Jack noticed, dimly, that his feet were touching the bottom of the bay. The following moment his head had broken surface and he began to cough out water and air in. As his faculties returned he observed a huge female, near twice his height, advancing towards him; the waters of the bay swirled and frothed about her waist as she created an impressive wake. From his perpective she appeared to shrink steadily even as she approached, and when she reached him had barely any height advantage at all. She struck out at him and he backed away slightly, causing her to miss; her shrinking ceased. She appeared some three inches shorter than him. Again, she attempted to strike him.

     Rather contemptuously he blocked her clumsy blow and captured her right wrist with his hand. She attempted to pull her captured arm back and gasped on realizing that she had not managed to even budge his hand. She attempted to strike at his eyes with her left hand; he merely turned his head, allowing her claws to rake his cheek, drawing some blood, Then, with her right wrist still captured, he imprisoned her other wrist; and quickly transferred the captivity of both her wrists into his left hand. She struggled with all her strength, and could not even begin to dislodge his grip upon her. He raised his left arm up, forcing both her arms to rise as well, and then lowered his arm behind her head. She had no choice. Her elbows bent and she felt her own wrists forced against the nape of her neck. A small whimper escaped her. Desperately, she attempted to lift her knee into his crotch, but he was already forcing her body, by exerting pressure against her captured wrists and back of the neck, against his own. Her knee encountered no resistance as it slipped by the outside of his thigh. She felt her breasts and belly crushed against his fatigues and the hard flesh beneath. He bent her upper body backward, cruelly, The last of her power drunkenness faded from her system as her breath was forced out in an agonized gasp. Fear corruscated through her body, licking her senses with a fiery tongue. She became wet with a wetness other than that of the salty waters of the bay, and in a dim and distant recess of her mind was outraged that her fear caused her body to react as if aroused, as if preparing for penetration; but the rest of her mind and the entirety of her emotions became absolutely focused on her desperate need to appease this man in whose grasp she was so painfully and utterly helpless.

     “Let her go you sick pervert!” screamed the second giantess. She advanced towards Jack, holding her hands out as if to show him something.

     He gazed at her hands and was shocked to see countless tiny human figures clinging there for dear life.

     “Let her go,” threatened the second giantess, “or your friends here die slow.”

     He appraised the situation, while his captive whimpered. The two giantesses, which had formerly appeared to him as a combination of a sadistic devil, death incarnate and a pantheon of slapstically demented gods, now struck him as two females of his own species. Oddly, he found himself unable to ignore their physical appearance. The one he had reduced to pathetically squirming had measurements of perhaps 40-29-37. Her breasts strained against her bra, partly overflowing it, and jiggled, along with the rest of her frame, most enticingly as a consequence of her struggles. Had she not been so voluptuously proportioned she might have been considered somewhat overweight; as it was, she gave the appearance of deliciously ripened, soft and lush femininity. The other giantess was perhaps the equivalent of an inch taller. She was less voluptuous, more svelte, albeit only by comparison. She also seemed, if comparison were meaningful after such loss of life, somehow darker, more cruel. Unlike Jack’s captive giantess, she wore a garter belt in addition to panties and bra.

     “Well?” Screamed the aggressive giantess, “are you an idiot as well as a sick pervert? Want to see your comrades pulped?” She began, slowly, to constrain her fists; thin wails, shrieks emerged; a virtual chorus of Liliputian misery such as only Dante might perhaps have imagined.

     Jack’s protective instincts, those same instincts that had landed him in the reserves and in more trouble than could easily be narrated in this narrative, was not such as to allow much latitude in this situation. He knew, however, that his surrender would not bring about an end to the slaughter, and that it was mandatory for him to not surrender while any other options yet existed.

     “Listen bitch,” he growled down at his weeping captive, “I’m gon’na let you go. When I do, you’re gon’na go over to your friend. You’re gonn’na look and act like she just saved your life, like you wan’na lick her cunt for savin’ you. Then you’re gon’na grab her wrists and hang onto ‘em. You’re gon’na make sure not one human being dies. Or you’re gon’na die. Got it bitch? If they die, I’m gon’na come after you. And you know what I can do to you and your friend, don’t you?”

     His captive mewled, which he took for consent. He loosened his grip on her, slowly, attempting to appear as one acting contrary to self interest. After a final hesitation, he released her. She, for her part, remained crouching, only her head breaking surface; her tear-brimming eyes seemed unable to deviate from his face, as if her very life hung in the balance of what she might there discern.

     “Get going, cunt,” growled Jack under his breath.

     Still crouching, she slowly began to retreat; her eyes remained fixed on him fearfully. He made a small, stabbing gesture in her direction. With a gasp she regained her feet, turned, and began rushing back toward her friend.

     Her aggressive friend’s gloating voice grated on Jack’s ears. “Stay right there you stinkin’ animal. You move an inch and your buddies are toothpaste!” She began to slowly back away. “Keep moving, Kim. Do what I tell you and we’ll have this pig castrated over a spit in no time.”

    

     Then, the first giantess plowed into her; but instead of grabbing her wrists and buying Jack time, she began to pummel her breasts and lifted her knee into her friends’ stomach.

     Tiny human figures fell into the bay, into the churning waters surrounding the embattled giantesses. It was not likely that any would survive. White hot fury slammed Jack forward. On reaching the clawing and biting females his hands clamped upon the back of their throats and he began towing their squirming forms towards shore.

     On reaching shoreline the flung both females sprawling. They immediately began to scream at one another.

     “You dizzy, brainless slut! What the hell do you think you were doing!”

     “He forced me Janet! Please, do what he says, maybe he won’t hurt us then,” pleaded the one named Kim.

     “We can handle him together you cow!” schreeched Janet. “I’ll teach you to follow MY orders,” following which threat Janet rose and slapped Kim with sufficient force to knock her back to the ground from her newly acquired upright position. Kim landed on her side and groaned miserably; she looked up, her eyes swimming with tears once more.

     “Please Janet.. please don’t hurt me,” she begged; then, breathlessly, she addressed Jack. “Please sir, I’ve done as you said, please help me!”

     On hearing Kim’s words, Janice howled her rage. She literally flew at Kim.. and was caught in mid-air just prior to landing upon her cowering intended victim. She felt herself spun around, glimpsed the soldier’s arm pistoning forward, and felt her own body double up, collapse.

     Jack watched Janet’s collapsed form, clutching with fluttering hands at her belly, attempting to inhale. He turned and gazed at Kim; sensing his eyes upon her she lifted her upper body upon her hands and gazed up at him fearfully. She appeared to be displaying herself to him.

     “If you value your life, female, you will not move from your current position, ” said Jack. “Do you understand?”

     “Yes sir,” moaned Kim. Her gaze broke from Jacks’s and she squirmed somewhat.

     Satisfied, Jack turned back towards Janet. She was now able to inhale in short gasps. As he approaced, her eyes lifted apprehensively and she attempted to crawl away from him.
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December 13, 2007

Hips out to Here! (Fem dom story)

     I

     Yup! That’s what someone said when I told them about you. They said, “It ain’t the size of the ship, but the motion of the ocean.”

     “Well,” I had replied, “the ocean’s pretty damn BIG now aint it!”

     So it is with you now, as I see the splendor of your ample form silhouetted against the candlelight. True to my Taurean birthright, I feel the power of the Dark Horned God, consort to the Great Mother of the Universe. You certainly are born in her image.

     I see you slowly remove each piece of clothing, deliberately pulling it as tightly around you as you can, then letting go and sending these paltry textiles hurling from your body with the forces formerly confined within. Your breasts rest comfortably on your defiant tummy, which thrusts out in holy revolt against all stifling restrictions. No one controls you, and that scares many. But it doesn’t scare me, as I sit there undressed, watching your giant silhouette; for I know the ultimate love lies within your spirit, unfettered by narrow minds.

     Your hips span from here to eternity, and they dance in the darkness as you slowly saunter toward me, singing a song of joy and freedom, making a barely audible pulsing baseline of their own in the charged silence. Your whole body is one great standing wave, a fundamental vibration that sets my heart atremble and my body shivering like a frail leaf. My mouth waters at all the tender flesh; it waves to me, beckoning me to prepare for the quintessential meal. I can feel my canines growing in length by the minute, and my ears grow upwards, and my moustache flair out into the most delicate whiskers. I am quivering ever more now, purring like a kitten, as you walk.

     II

    

     Just to tempt me, you stop, then turn, and make for the kitchen. I rise and follow, to see what you have in store for both our sweet tooths. You produce the most exquisitely rich and heavy chocolate and caramel pie in the history of the universe, just as I strike from behind, sending my bony arms around you, temporarily confining your freedom-loving softness as it gushes out over and under my limbs, my front pressed deeply into your pudding-like ass, my tool ready to mine the shimmering gelatinous gold beneath your skin. You turn about in my arms, and my body has no choice but to bend in a deep curve around your right hip, my hands just barely clasped around your perfectly-sized middle, and then feel my whole front blessed by the revolutionary belly. A huge slab of the pie is on a dish you hold with one hand as - releasing the sterling fork with which you had given yourself a bite of your own secret recipe - you expertly use the other to find those secret places in between my unbuffered ribs and the ounce of sensitive softness over my steel-hard hips, humming a low melody of pleasure all the while.

     I shudder with delight, as I take up one of my elfin hands, so built for precision, and with the sterling fork indulge myself in the mass of chocolate and caramel. And as you take your turn pressing your chubby fingers where you know they will make their mark, you sensuously roll the sweet dessert in your mouth. How is it that you can look so sexy when you’re eating? Watching you enjoy the heavy richness makes me ever more aroused…..

     III

    

     As the evening snack is finished between us, we walk holding hands back out into the living room, where on a huge couch before a roaring fire we explore each other.

     As we raise each other up level by level, you get an idea in your head, which you voice enthusiastically. You tell me that we must make love in the bathtub. I like the idea, but I suddenly remember how little my bathtub is, and the limits on the distance the door slides. I tell you of this, that it might be hard for you to fit. You smile, take my hands in yours, and say, “You’re an engineer, I’m sure you’ll find a way.”

     So hand in hand, we trek to the shower room. I slide the transparent shield just as far as it will go, and stand by. You slowly, sensuously but daintily place one foot on the marble surface, and begin to wriggle in. Wondering whether I can keep control of my member long enough, I watch my hands spring into action, applying pressure first here, then there, as you work on into the shower. The steel frame creaks and your body growls in reply as your voice is marked by long, sultry groans and your hands press on the window from the inside. Your flank presses flat against the rear pane, and you begin to turn your yardstick hips to follow the path, as my hands still work to provide the extra help where it is needed. And the defiant tummy warps in an ever deepening curve as it encounters the frame. And I press my body further into yours, warping your flesh still further and edging it little by little around the hard metal . Finally it is done. You are inside, faced sidelong as your great hips’ width ranges down the axis of the closed space. And I step in, and wriggle into the small space between your deeply curved ass - still a little red from the pressure - and the wall.

     You turn just as much as you can, one hip impinging on the long glass side pane, the other against the smooth tiles of the wall, torquing your supple thighs against the resistance, pressuring your right hip back, back, back, tile by tile, until you manage an angle of about 30 degrees off- axis. Then you relax the tension in your lungs, and raise your left leg onto the rim below the long side pane, evoking yet another friction-shriek from the glass. Those sounds drive me wild, and combined with your very nearness, they set my usually small-size erection straining painfully out to touch you. Just a few inches separate us.

     I reach around from behind, again closing my arms with such sweet effort about your round waist and clasping them tight to sink into your silk-tender belly. Slowly, you move backwards, until my own ass is pressed flat against the rear pane, and your own flows around my front. You slowly begin to bend forward. My fingers remain interwoven over your tummy despite the new stress fighting back against them, and your ass warps ever more around my slender frame. Reaching back with your left hand, you take hold of my member, the longest it’s ever been, and test it for its readiness. I arch my pelvis in response, push you just enough forward for a moment, and thrust home.

     Or at least I try to. But I quickly discover that you are still not quite close enough to sink my entire length. So you begin to torque your thunderous thighs again, and I reach both hands over the flare of your beleaguered right hip, and begin to crush it even further, tugging it ever farther back across the tiles. You growl fiercely as you send repeatedly thrust your hip back, and the rolling fat rhythmically squashes and relaxes.

     “Al….most…..there….”, I grunt as I continue tugging, and trying to aim the member now lost to all earthly sight just below your deforming hemisphere, and thinking, “shit, that shower door’s made good, it hasn’t even derailed!” And you moan back, “I’m TRYING….!” Then, switching my grip to take the fronts of your thighs, I pull you back farther, millimeter-by-millimeter. Then, sensing your now copiously seeping tidepool right above my cock, I lower my body, aim straight up, and finally the connection is made as you ravenously take me in.

     As you continue pressing me into the wall with the quick hard thrusts of your right leg, the stormy waves of your ocean crashing against the rocky cliffs of my own spritely skeleton, we both sing ever louder, ever higher. I move along with you, playing with my fire, keeping a tight hold on my machinery, until your body gives the unmistakeable signal. You take in a deep breath, so deep your vast body momentarily gets even fatter, and then like a vice from hell you clamp down on me. For a shining moment, all logic leaves my mind, my body loses all strength, and I drop my hold and feel my own flesh melt into yours, feeling the exquisite pain and pleasure of the fundamental pulsation that now has total control of both of us. Your waves strike with a crack against my skin, and the feeling goes on for minutes as I feel every ounce of fluid leave my body at hypersonic speeds.

     Finally, it is over. I stand there, my legs too weak to hold me, yet held firmly in place by your stalwart rear. We stay like this for a long while, as I run my hands over as much of you as I can reach.

     Reversing your power, and with a mighty shove from myself, you free your hips of the vice grip into which they had been worked. You wriggle forward, and turn on the shower. The hot water feels good, and on hands and feet I squeeze around your calves and rise up to face you. You smile as we warmly embrace.

     The shower done, I proceed, this time from the inside, to assist you in escaping the grip of the shower frame. By the time that is done, I am ready for more, and you are happy to oblige. We both saunter off to the bedroom, where I lie on my back and feel your ponderous mass bear down on me. You bend toward me, playing your tummy and breasts out across me, and we kiss, and we again fill the pitch black night with shrieks of delight.

     Finally, it is time to rest. You roll over onto your back, a heavenly smile on your pretty face, and your hair in a wild rush across your eyes. And I rest my head on the defiant tummy, and sink into a peaceful, happy sleep.

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December 10, 2007

Jim vs. Carol (Extreme fem dom)

     As Jim rode the Metro North train from the Connecticut suburbs into New York’s Grand Central Station, he was eagerly anticipating the coming hour’s event. The previous night he had telephoned in a response to an ad in Screw Magazine’s “Hells Belles” section. Along with the myriad ads for mistresses and dungeons, promising to do all sort of unspeakable things to one’s body, was one featuring “total physical domination” and wrestling. Jim had long fantasized about being physically dominated by a strong, attractive woman, being forced to submit repeatedly to painful submission holds. After talking to Carol, the placer of the ad, Jim felt that he had just found the answer to his fantasies. Carol promised that she could easily make him beg to be released. She especially liked to work scissors and choke holds, and really got off on totally dominating her “victim.” Even more than her more “normal” trade, dominating men by bondage and spanking, she really loved using her body to punish them. After hearing all that, Jim immediately made an appointment with Carol for the next afternoon. Now his dream was about to be realized. The walk from Grand Central to the 27th Street address Carol had given Jim seemed to take forever, Jim was so anxious for his match to begin. As he walked along, Jim dreamed of being held by Carol in various holds, but failed to understand how a girl who sounded so sexy on the phone could manage to squeeze a submission out of him. He had watched many videos of mixed matches where the women had the men yelling out agonized submissions, but it was always obvious that the holds were staged and the men were submitting “for the camera.” Although Jim was slightly built, at 5′8″ and 140 pounds, he felt he was strong enough to take any woman. Carol’s promise to make him beg for mercy seemed remote. Finally he reached the address. He rang the doorbell, and someone buzzed him in. He climbed the two flights of stairs promised by Carol and knocked on her door. After a minute the door was opened by a very tall pretty blonde wearing an electric blue housecoat. “Hi, you must be Jim,” she said pleasantly. “I’m Carol. Come on in.” Jim walked in to a pleasant apartment, dominated by several large wrestling mats placed on the floor. What furniture there was was pushed to one side. “As you can see, I have everything ready for our match. Do you have something for me, Jim?” said Carol. Jim fished in his pocket and found the $200 they had agreed on. Carol took it into another room and quickly returned. “While you strip down to your shorts, I’ll go over the ground rules. Ok?” Jim readily agreed and started to undress. Carol slipped off her bathrobe. “Wow!” Jim thought. Carol was a “10″ in anybody’s book. About six feet tall, she was wearing a tightly-fitting one-piece shiny blue bathing suit. Her breasts were were nice-sized, but not overly large. The shiny fabric of the bathing suit was stretched so tightly over her luscious body that he could see her erect nipples outlined. Her legs were long and “ran all the way to her ass.” They were very shapely, but Jim could tell that they were well-muscled. Carol struck a biceps-flex, revealing arm muscles that would make many guys proud. “This may not be as easy as I thought!” raced through Jim’s mind. Carol outlined the ground rules for their match. “Number 1. No biting, scratching or hitting with closed fists. Slapping and spanking are ok, but judo chops are out. Number 2. You can only win a hold by a pin, but I can win by either pin or submission. Number 3. None of this silly three-second pin stuff. We declare a pin when the loser agrees that he is helpless to get up. Number 4. After a pin or submission we have a one minute rest break, then go again. Number 5. The match goes for one hour or until one of us gives up totally. Number 6. If we roll off the mat, we break and start again. Agreed?” Jim nodded his assent and told Carol he was ready whenever she was. Carol set a wind-up timer for one hour and started it. She stepped to the center of the mats and motioned for him to follow. Taking a slight crouch, she said “Let’s wrestle, sucker!” The two circled warily, each looking for an opening. Jim made a lunge for Carol’s head, but she deftly spun away, twirling around so quickly Jim could scarcely believe his eyes. He was still recovering his balance from this lunge when Carol jumped him, taking him in a side headlock. She locked her hands and quickly rolled him over her right hip onto the mat. Pivoting around, Carol tightened the headlock and spread her legs for stability. She was arranged at a right angle to him, with most of her weight on his chest and head, one beautiful fabric-clad breast thrust in his face. Normally Jim would love to be under such a well-built beautiful woman in such a position. However, it was quickly apparent to Jim that her well-muscled arms were indeed strong, for the headlock was painful! She worked the hold, twisting and flexing her arms, sending spasms of pain through Jim’s neck and head. She countered any move on his part by pivoting to keep their 90-degree arrangement. Jim was in real trouble, and the match was only seconds old! Carol continued to work the hold, and before long Jim could sense some dizziness creeping up. Finally he managed to jam his right arm between his neck and her arms. Forcing against her grip with all his strength, he managed to break the hold. Rolling away from Carol, Jim shook his head, trying to shake off the pain and dizziness. He didn’t have long to think about it, though. Carol jumped him from behind and quickly took him in a sleeper. Her right arm was around his neck, her hand nestled in her left elbow. With her left hand she pressed firmly against the back of his head, driving his head deep into the crushing vee of her right arm. “I’ve got you now, sucker! Do you give?” she taunted. “Never!” grunted Jim. “Ok,” she retorted. “Say good night, little boy.” She increased the force with both arms, and Jim quickly began to feel the pressure. His ears were ringing and he was having real problems breathing. Carol was pushing so hard against his head that he toppled forward, enabling her to bring her weight into play. The last thing he remembered was her legs sliding against his sides and back. Then he was flat on his stomach, trying to figure out where he was. As he tried to get up, his muscles jerked spasmodically in a “chicken walk.” Gradually he came to his senses and realized that her sleeper hold had really “put him out.” “That’s one for me,” boasted Carol. “You get one minute before we go again!” Jim tried to make the most of his minute’s rest, but he still felt shaky when Carol said, “Let’s go.” This time, as the two circled, Jim was careful not to make such a rash lunge for Carol. He made several cautious moves toward Carol, but she was always a split second ahead of him, spinning out of the way ready to pounce a second later. Finally Carol lost her concentration for an instant and Jim was able to get his arm around her neck in a side headlock. He wasn’t able to flip her smoothly onto the mat as she had done him, however, and he two wrestlers fell down together. Although he managed to keep his headlock, Carol was able to snake her legs around his his left leg and lock her ankles, scissoring his thigh. She immediately tightened her leg grip and started working out of his headlock. A sudden jolt from her legs made him flinch, giving Carol the opening she needed. She pushed up on his arms and pulled her head down, escaping his grip. Quickly she snared his left arm in a half-Nelson. The pair grappled for several minutes, as Carol gradually asserted more and more control over Jim. Finally, as he tired, Carol was able to pin his other arm and mesh her fingers behind his neck, establishing a full-Nelson. She tightened the leg scissors and the Nelson, twisting him painfully. “How you doing, big boy? Wanna give?” she taunted. Jim was determined to ride this through, however. “Never!” he grunted once again. Carol maintained the pair of painful holds for several minutes more. His leg ached from the constrictive pressure of her muscular thighs, and his neck hurt like hell from the tight Nelson. Still he wouldn’t submit. Eventually Carol decided that this attack wouldn’t be successful. She released his leg, using the Nelson to keep Jim sprawled on his stomach. Suddenly she let go of his arms and spun around, keeping her full weight squarely on the center of his back. She scooped up his feet and firmly tucked each ankle under her armpits. Squatting, she pulled down on his legs and leaned back, executing a perfect Boston Crab. The pressure on his back and legs was instant and excruciating. “Let me know when you’ve had enough.” she chuckled. Jim tried his best to press up with his arms to relieve the pressure and to force his legs back, but it was to no avail. Carol had the hold too well established and was now increasing the pressure. It felt as if his back were breaking. Suddenly he saw bright lights flash in front of his eyes as his back muscles spasmed. At the same time an intense pain shot from his spine. Instantly he screamed “I submit! I submit! Just let me go!!” Carol released his legs and sat down on his sore back. Jim was totally out of breath, and her weight made it more difficult to breathe, not to mention get up. “Gotcha again, didn’t I!” she crowed, and spanked his bottom hard four or five times. She stood up and helped Jim to his feet. “You took a lot of pain in that round, Jim. Let’s rest five minutes.” Jim didn’t argue, just groaned in agreement and sprawled on a nearby sofa. After a few minutes his breathing had returned to normal, but his back still hurt fiercely. Carol was back in the middle of the mats, motioning for Jim to join her. Finally Jim drug himself over to the mat and warily approached Carol. Carol played with him, dancing away from his clumsy attempts to engage her. Finally she took him in a front neck grip, turned her back to him, and vigorously threw him over her head. Jim landed roughly on the mat. Carol was all over him. She slipped her shapely legs around his waist, establishing a perfectly placed body scissors, and took him in a side headlock. Carol’s legs were beautifully shaped, but their muscles were deadly. She tightened her grip around Jim’s waist, painfully constricting him. He flailed at her legs but couldn’t affect her python-like grip. After struggling against the two constrictive holds for a few minutes, he collapsed, offering no resistance. “You’re mine now, buddy-boy,” Carol hissed into his ear. She tightened her scissors grip rhythmically, driving the air from his body. “Let me know when you’ve had enough.” Jim was in absolute agony. Carol’s deadly legs were painfully crushing his waist, just below his rib cage, and made breathing nigh onto impossible. Just as soon as he could manage to take in a small gasp of air she would tighten her legs, expelling it for him. He finally tried to gasp out a submission, but he had too little air to do more than croak. “What’s that, Jim? I can’t hear you!” Carol growled through gritted teeth, as she bore down on his waist once again. This routine continued for a few more minutes, Jim growing steadily weaker. Finally he was no longer moving, his face a reddish-purple. Carol released the headlock and lifted his arm. When she let go, it flopped limply on the mat. She had squeezed Jim totally unconscious. Carol patted his cheek and disengaged her legs. After two or three minutes Jim came around, looking like something the cat had dragged in. “I’ve had enough,” he coughed. “You’re just too much for me. Where did you learn all that?” “Jim, when you called,” Carol smiled, “I told you that domination was my business, and wrestling was my favorite part. I’ve been doing this for five years now, and seldom lose a fall anymore. By the way, let me know when you want to try again. I give a discount for losers! You haven’t even tried some of my better holds yet. Ever been in a head scissors or a camel clutch?” It was another few minutes before Jim was able to get to his feet and dress. He had certainly realized his fantasy, in spades. Before he left, however, he made another appointment to wrestle with Carol in a few weeks. Once a fool……

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December 7, 2007

Carol Dominates Jim (Fem dom)

     Once again Jim found himself climbing the stairs to Carol’s 27th Street apartment. Several weeks ago he had attempted to wrestle Carol, but only ended up submitting to painful holds - the dreaded Boston crab, a combination body scissors/headlock where Carol completely shut down his breathing, and a deadly sleeper that sent him temporarily to dreamland. Despite his poor performance in Carol’s clutches, Jim was thrilled with the experience in retrospect. His life-long fantasy of being physically dominated and tortured by a beautiful woman had certainly been realized in spades. Jim had made a return appointment with Carol on the spot, and today he was keeping that date. The beautiful Carol greeted Jim warmly and ushered him into the apartment, which was equipped with wrestling mats as before. This time the six-foot blonde was dressed in a shiny spandex “catsuit,” which left little concerning her anatomy to the imagination. She was so luscious that Jim’s palms seemed to itch in his eagerness to get his hands on her. “You like?” she cooed, turning and showing off her body. “I just got this little number last week. It’s great for wrestling - guys get so involved in looking at me that they forget what we’re doing. Makes it real easy to trap’em!” Jim gulped, imagining how he would soon be trapped that way! “You know, Jim,” added Carol, “you really didn’t do very well against me last time. Were you really trying?” “I sure was! You’re just a damned good wrestler. Anyway, what excites me the most is being forced to submit to your holds. I’m not really into defeating a woman - I enjoy being dominated.” “Well, you’ve certainly come to the right place! Like I think I told you last time, I really get off on using my body to make a man beg for mercy! Tell you what - I’ll stress really punishing you today. How’s that?” “Sounds great! Just don’t kill me!” “What? And lose a good customer - No way! What I will do, though, is pour on the pressure until you say the magic word. Let’s use ‘mercy’ as a safe word. Don’t forget it!” “Got it!” “You know where to change, Jim. Got my money?” Jim fished out the $175, a $25 “loser’s discount” off last time’s fee, handed it over, and went into the bathroom to change. Meanwhile Carol set the timer for one hour and started it as Jim re-entered the room. “Same rules as last time?” “Sure,” Jim replied and warily circled Carol in the middle of the mat. Rather than the cautious circling she employed in their last match, Carol immediately made an aggressive lunge for Jim’s left leg. Catching him completely by surprise, her mid-calf hold easily flipped him onto his back. Releasing Jim’s leg, Carol rolled onto his chest and secured a firm headlock. “Oh, no - not again,” thought Jim, remembering their previous match, as Carol painfully tightened the hold. This time, though, Jim was able to slip out before Carol really had herself established on his chest. Rolling away, he was temporarily free of his beautiful opponent’s clutches. Before Jim could get to his feet, Carol had bounced up and and spun around behind him. As Jim started to sit up, Carol slipped her spandex-clad legs around his neck and pulled him into a neat head scissors. She wasted no time applying pressure, and Jim’s face quickly reddened from the constriction. Carol was seated behind him, with his head neatly positioned between her thighs. As Jim put his right hand to his side, trying to bridge out of the painful hold, Carol grabbed his wrist with both hands and pulled his arm up by her chest. She rolled over on his trapped arm and secured it under her body, and was able to capture his left wrist before Jim could try to break the scissors. Jim was in big trouble, and he knew it. “Auuuuuuggghhhhhh!” he groaned as Carol straightened her legs, pressuring the hold. “Gotcha now, big boy!” Carol gloated. “You know, this is really sort of comfortable for me. I hope you are enjoying being between my legs!” Carol didn’t crush down with full pressure on Jim’s head and neck. She knew that she could probably force an immediate submission with this hold, but Jim was held completely helpless, and she intended to stretch out this torture session. She gradually tightened the scissors, until Jim once again began to moan and groan in pain. “How does my suit feel on your neck? Nice and smooth, I hope!” Carol taunted Jim as she alternately pressured and relaxed the hold in a slow rhythm. Jim saw stars every time Carol squeezed down on his sore neck, and his jaw felt like it was being cracked. Several times Jim was close to crying for “mercy.” Each time, though, Carol stopped just short of exerting unbearable pressure. “Ya’ know, Jim, I really like this hold.” Carol hissed as the continued the rhythmic torture. “I can relax, and I know I’ve got your full undivided attention! Let’s see what you can take!” Carol once again tightened her legs, but this time she didn’t relax the pressure. “Aiiiiiieeeeeee” screamed Jim, as the crushing pressure mounted beyond what he could tolerate. “Enough! Enough! I can’t take any more!!! I submit!!” Carol continued to hold him tightly, though. “Not bad, guy, but I can make it hurt a lot more!” “No! Please!” begged Jim. “Have mercy!” As Jim uttered their previously agreed safe word, Carol reluctantly released the hold, and Jim sprawled on the mat, exhausted. “God, Carol,” he gasped. “I’ve never felt anything like that! You could kill someone that way!” “I probably could,” agreed Carol. “But not today. I’ve got a lot of other things to subject you to!” Before Jim could completely recover, Carol deftly rolled him over onto his stomach. She grabbed his ankles, crossed them behind his butt and sat on them. “Jeeez!” shouted Jim. “I wasn’t ready!” “I was,” grinned Carol. “You said you wanted an hour of physical domination. Well, Jim-baby, you’re getting it!” Carol grabbed Jim’s wrists, one in each hand, and began to pull his arms back, lifting his fore-body off the mat. “We call this the bow-and-arrow. Can you hit the target?” “Oooowwwwwwwww!” Jim screamed, as Carol increased the tension. “My back! You’re breaking it!!” “Oh, I don’t think so,” said Carol. She rhythmically bounced on his entrapped legs, pulling his arms tighter with each bounce. BOUNCE. “Oww!” BOUNCE. “Yeow!” BOUNCE “Carol! Please! Oww!” After about a dozen good bounces, Carol released the hold and moved forward, sitting on the small of Jim’s back with her feet placed at his sides. She slipped her hands around his neck, pulling back forcefully on his chin.

     “God! Carol! You’re killing me!” Jim screamed, as the pain increased in his neck and back. He tried to relieve the pressure by pressing down with his hands and forearms, but to no avail. “This is the camel clutch, Jim,” Carol explained. “It’s another of my favorites!” Carol gradually pulled back more forcefully, lifting Jim’s torso further off the mat. “Aiiiiieeeeee! Please! I can’t take any more!” “Sure you can,” growled Carol. “I’m not ready for you to submit yet!” She continued to pressure the hold, increasing the pull until Jim screamed, then backing off enough to quiet him down. After half a dozen such sequences, she held the pressure steady for a good 30 seconds, causing Jim to groan in agony. “Mercy! Carol, mercy!” he screamed. “Okay. I guess you’ve suffered enough for now!” Carol said as she released Jim’s chin and he dropped limply to the floor. “Let’s take five, before I torture you some more.” It took the full five minutes for Jim to recover enough to struggle to his feet. “What else do you plan to inflict on me?” he asked warily. “Oh, I’m not sure. You’ll just have to wait and find out.” Carol answered, smiling sweetly at Jim. “Ready to go?” “I guess so,” Jim groaned. “I’m going to get you this time!” “Oh you are, are you?” was Carol’s response, as she circled Jim, looking for an opening. Carol sexily ran her hands over her tightly encased breasts. The gesture was not lost on Jim, who followed her hands like a hypnotist’s subject follows the legendary swinging pocket watch. Suddenly she lunged, catching both of Jim’s calves and neatly flipping him on his back. Quickly taking advantage of the situation, Carol lifted his legs, such that Jim was folded, with most of his weight on his neck and upper back. She spread his legs, hooking one with her right leg and securing the other ankle with both hands. “Welcome to the banana split!” she crowed as she leaned forward, splitting Jim’s legs and putting more weight on his neck. “Ugh!” grunted Jim. The split wasn’t all that painful, but the position he was being forced into compressed his diaphragm, and he found breathing increasingly difficult. “My, you’re turning red!” Carol observed. “What’s the matter? Can’t breathe?” “Ummph! Mmmmmph!” Carol held Jim in that difficult position for a seeming eternity, allowing him just enough breath to avoid blacking out. He couldn’t really yell - only muffled grunts could he make. Finally Carol let go of him and Jim flopped on his back. Carol lay on top of Jim hooking each of his legs with hers and locking her arms tightly around his neck. She used the leverage in her legs to force Jim’s legs apart forcefully. “How do you like the grapevine, big boy?” “Aiiiee! You’re splitting me in two!” “Oh, I don’t think so. You’re just not very flexible. Let’s work on that some!” Carol alternated between forcing Jim’s legs apart and pulling up hard on his entrapped head. As she pulled up on him her crotch pressed painfully against his chest and her breasts covered his face. Breathing was almost impossible, due to the terrific pressure on his chest and face. “Jeez, Carol!” Jim was able to croak during a brief lull in the pressure. “You’re going to kill me!” “I promised I wouldn’t! We’re just working on your flexibility. Think of this as therapy!” Carol’s “therapy” soon had Jim on the verge of unconsciousness. At long last she released his head and disentangled her legs from his. Jim lay under her gasping for breath. Carol immediately knelt on his chest, her smooth, strong thighs tightly imprisoning his head. “Time for a little rest?” she taunted, as she secured his wrists firmly against the floor above his head. Jim had recovered his breath enough to make a feeble attempt to dislodge the beautiful blonde from his chest, but no matter how he bucked or tried to roll, Carol rode him dominantly. “Face it, Jim, you’re pinned good! Now for the coup de grace!” Carol inched forward, until her moist crotch hovered over his face. “Take a deep breath, Jim,” she advised. As Jim tried to do as he was told, Carol sat heavily on his face, smothering him in a sea of spandex. Jim kicked and bucked as hard as he could, but Carol could not be dislodged. As his efforts died out, Carol periodically lifted her crotch from his face to allow him a slight breath of air. “After all, guy, we don’t want you unconscious. You can’t enjoy being smothered if you’re not awake!” The face-sitting session continued for about 15 minutes, until the kitchen timer rang. “That’s it! Party’s over!” Carol got up, shut off the noisy timer, and sat on a nearby sofa to watch the prostrate Jim recover. He was red-faced, breathing heavily. “Good God, Carol! When you promised an hour of physical domination, you really meant it!” Jim gasped. “I just don’t understand how such a beautiful woman can be so tough and brutal!” “Face it, Jim. It’s what you asked for. And what I enjoy, too! Are you interested in another session? Or was this too much for you?” “Oh, I’ll be back in a few months, I guess? What new wrinkles do you have for then?” “Well, I was toying with a new concept. Let’s wrestle for an hour, submission only. We’ll keep track of the number of times you submit. Then, I’ll tack on dessert. I’ve got an old razor strop that belonged to my father. We’ll give you ten slaps with the strop for each time you submit. That, Jim-baby, should make you a little less reluctant to give up!” “Well, I….uh….I just don’t know about that.” “Oh, I think I know you well enough now. You’ll be back. I’ll oil the strop!”

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November 29, 2007

Cat (Fem dom humiliation)

     For as far back as I can remember I have had an interest, you could say an obsession, with beautiful women who were well built and physically strong. As the years have gone by I guess I have become more “hard core” in this interest. In fact it is a sexual turn on for me to think about a beautiful woman beating me in physical tests of strength such as arm wrestling and wrestling. I have thought about boxing as well, but I am afraid of black eyes, etc. At any rate, this story is about how I was introduced to a club of women who are all beautiful, well built and physically strong.

     I had been writing to Cat - a real live woman, believe me, for some time when circumstances made it possible for me to travel and spend several days in the area in which she lived. Cat had told me that she loved to wrestle and dominate her ‘victims’ physically before she took them apart sexually and that she had some female friends who did the same thing. I was so excited that I could think of nothing else. I arrived and contacted Cat to tell her the hotel where I was staying. She said, ” I’m so glad you are here. I have told the other girls about you and they can’t wait to see us wrestle. It’s really amazing, but I don’t remember ever being as strong as I am now. You get unpacked and settled in and then a few of us will come over to your room and we’ll have a little warm up contest to see who pays for dinner tonight. I hope you brought enough cash ’cause there will be five of us going out for a big steak dinner on you.” I hung the phone up and got all my things unpacked. It wasn’t long before I heard a knock on the door and I could feel the excitement as I opened the door.

     Standing there were four big, beautiful women. I knew at this point that I would be no match for any of them. They were all dressed in tight sweaters, short skirts and high heels. It seemed to me that their legs were a mile long. They greeted me with big smiles and as each one shook my hand and introduced themselves they each gave my hand a sample of their strength. Cat said, ” We are starving so we’ll make this quick. Come over here and kneel down in front of me and let me give you a sample of my scissors hold. We could wrestle and the result would be the same; this way we don’t get all messed up before dinner. If you can last for 30 seconds without submitting then we’ll buy you dinner. ” I knelt down and Cat almost gently placed my head between her long legs. My throat was resting on her crotch and I was looking up into her smiling face. The girls counted to three and then Cat winked and squeezed.

     I was in trouble immediately and everyone knew it. I began to croak out my submission. But, Cat wasn’t through yet. She began to tease me and made me verbally submit time after time.

     ” Now if you want me to stop crushing your weak little neck I want to hear you tell me what it feels like to have a woman so completely out muscle you. Then I want to hear what you think each one of these women are going to do to you. If your answer is good enough I’ll finish you off, for now. If it’s not then we’ll continue this for as long as it takes. You see I could keep this hold for hours; only I don’t think you would last that long.” I started talking as fast as I could.

     Cat walked over and stood over my wasted body. As I looked up I saw her smiling face. “Well, you don’t seem to be able to offer much resistance to us so far. Maybe you are tired from your trip and need some rest. To wind up the introduction for tonight Shelia wants to demonstrate her power and then tomorrow she will be the first one you have a ‘match’ with. After her you get to feel my power again and I’m going to crush you with my thighs and then smother you between these big E cup boobs of mine.” Shelia was 6′ tall and beautiful. She calmly walked over to me and wrapped her arms around my ribs. She lifted me off of the ground and crushed me into immediate submission. ” You give up, all ready ? I’m not ready to stop yet. First put your hands on my arms and feel how hard they are then beg me to finish you off.” I felt her arms and they felt like steel. I begged her to stop before she broke my ribs. I was having trouble getting my breath. Shelia laughed and lowered me to the floor and then she wrapped her arms around my head and pulled my face into her cleavage. I was fading fast and she knew it. Before I could escape into merciful unconsciousness she grabbed a handful of hair and pulled my face away from her chest. She pulled down so that I was looking up into her face. ” This was just a sample. I can’t wait until tomorrow when we have a chance to spend some time together. I’m going to give you something to think about tonight. My legs are going to make mincemeat out of you. Here, feel this thigh and calf muscle and think about them squeezing your throat. “

    

     Cat decided to have one last shot at me that night. ” I am going to smother you with my boobs and humiliate you before we stop for tonight. At least try to give me some competition if you can. ” I really tried, but she was just too much for me. She allowed me on top and then she wrapped her arms around my head and pulled my face into her massive chest. I was fighting so hard to breathe that I lost interest in holding her down. She easily rolled us over with her on top. Cat released me and sat on my chest. ” I have always been afraid of knocking a guy out but you seem to want to be knocked out so badly that I have decided to oblige you. I am going to do it with my boobs and a scissor combination tonight and then again tomorrow. Are you ready to take a nap now ? Look at these big babies as they slowly cover your face. To make this more fun I want you to play with your little dick as I work you over.” She lowered her boobs to cover my face. They were so massive that they also covered my ears; my whole face was engulfed in her cleavage and she was squeezing the air out of me with her legs. Cat knew that I wouldn’t last long like this so she would slack off on her scissor hold and raise up to allow me to gulp air. Each time I would do this the other women would laugh hysterically.

     Here I was being held between a woman’s legs and boobs; being totally out muscled and made to masturbate in front of these women. ” Here let me help a little. Do my strong hands feel good ? ” She played with my rock hard dick and then began to slap my face with her boobs as she jerked power into the scissor hold. I was fading fast when she slammed her boobs back down on my face and poured on the power from her legs. I remember shooting my load as I went into unconsciousness.

     I was only out for a few minutes. As I recovered Cat was sitting with my head in her lap. ” Look girls, he’s coming around. Well Mr. Macho, this woman made all of you go limp at the same time didn’t I ? Now get on your knees and put your face on my pussy and say 100 times, A woman’s muscle power and her boobs are too much for a man. ” I did as she commanded and as I approached the last several times Cat’s powerful legs wrapped themselves around my head and I thought she would crack my skull as she came. She released the hold and I dropped in a heap on the floor. They let me rest for about an hour and then each of the women used me as Cat had done. They drove me back to the hotel in the wee hours of the morning. Totally beaten and totally enslaved by their powerful bodies and their beauty.

     The rest of my stay there was more of the same thing. I was beaten and used. And Tia did get to wrap her long legs around my ribs and she squeezed with such force that we all heard it when one of them popped. She let go and stood over me flexing her muscles. She made me feel and kiss them and then she made me beg her to not break me anymore.

     I left there humiliated and also excited. I had been physically dominated and sexually used by sexy, beautiful members of the stronger sex - it really was a weekend work-over.

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November 23, 2007

Cindy, The Ego Breaker (Lesbian fem dom)

     This is a story that is difficult for me to tell; but, Cindy has told me that if I didn’t tell it she was going to really do some damage to me. It began with our being introduced by a mutual friend. I had told him in a conversation we were having that I thought these stories of women beating men in arm wrestling, wrestling and boxing were hog wash. He had told me that he knew a woman who could make a believer out of me. Thus the meeting with Cindy.

     She was beautiful and she certainly doesn’t look like one would think a strong woman would look like. She started out when we shook hands as our friend, I’ll call him Bill, introduced us. She began to increase the pressure of her grip as she smiled and winked sweetly and said, ” I hear that you don’t think a woman can beat you at arm wrestling, wrestling and boxing. Are you already having some second thoughts ? I’m going to take your ego apart and put it back together like I think it should be. I’m going to really put some power into this little demonstration, not too much because I don’t want to break anything, yet. ” And with that she did and the next thing I knew I was on my knees looking up into her laughing face. She let my hand go and walked over to the dinning room table. Cindy whistled at me and with the come hither gesture with her finger she motioned me to come over to her. I walked over and sat down where she pointed. ” OK, big boy let’s start the lesson. We’ll go left handed first so your little right hand can recover some. Bill will count to three and start us off. My left hand is my weakest, but I promise you it will be way too strong for you. “

     She was right. Cindy let me give it everything I could as she taunted me about being too weak for her. Then she slowly began to lower my arm down to the table. ” I could have done that in about two or three seconds, but I wanted you to see that it wasn’t luck, or technique but simply that I’m much stronger than you are. Reach over here and I’ll let you feel what a solid arm muscle feels like. ” I reached over and her arm was as hard as steel, and that was her “weak” arm. As if reading my mind Cindy popped up her right arm and said, ” Now feel this baby. ” It was larger and just as hard and I was totally demoralized. I knew this woman was just too much for me; but my male ego would not let me say so. We arm wrestled right handed with the same results. The difference was before Cindy put my arm all the way down she increased the pressure of her grip and said, ” Let’s hear you beg me to not make pulp out of your hand and to please put your arm down. “

    

     It was hard to talk through the pain but I managed to say what she had asked me to say; but the pressure continued as Cindy looked up in a thoughtful pose. ” That was fun. Wonder what else I can make you say? Oh, say Cindy you are too strong for me. I’m only a weak little wimp.” I hesitated and she squeezed a little harder and I said it.

     She slammed my arm to the table and released me. She was gloating over her victory. She walked around the table to me and whispered in my ear, ” Rest up little man while I change into some wrestling clothes and then you really get a lesson about who is the stronger sex. I think I’ll carry you for about three rounds then pour it on. Look at these long legs and think about this, they are so strong that I have yet to scissor a man and not have him either beg for mercy or mostly they get knocked out. ” I watched her walk away from me and I was dazed by how easily she had beaten me and the warning she had given me about what was going to happen.

     Cindy returned in a few minutes, she was wearing a robe as she approached me and told me to go take my shirt off. I did and we faced each other in the middle of the room, which had been cleared of furniture. Cindy smiled that knowing smile of hers and said, ” Did you think about what I said ? Are you ready to see what you’re up against ? I’ll bet you are starting to feel very weak compared to me aren’t you ? Well, you ain’t seen nothin’ yet. ” And she slowly undid her robe and let it drop to the floor; I heard myself gasp as I looked at her standing there in a two piece. She turned her back to me and raised up on her toes causing her calf muscles to flex into their diamond shape. Then she turned toward me and flexed her thighs. “Ok, pee wee lets get it on. You’re mine and I’m going to crush you into oblivion, then pin you and then knock you out again and make you humiliate yourself.” Cindy walked over and wrapped her arms around my neck and squeezed me with a sudden burst of power. Before I could react she threw me to the floor and before I knew what had happened she had those beautiful legs wrapped around my neck. ” Now, I’m going to squeeze and we’ll see how long you last. I’ll bet you are asleep before you can give up. ” I felt a tremendous jolt of pain and I instantly felt light headed and then blackness. When I came to Cindy was standing over me with a foot on my chest flexing for Bill, who had a video camera recording all of this.

     Cindy let me rest for a few minutes as she strutted around making fun of my masculinity. She came over and grabbed me by the hair and drug me back out to the center of the room. We wrestled around a little, but I had the feeling she was toying with me. Finally Cindy caught me in a body scissors and squeezed me so hard that I submitted several times. She kept the pressure up and as I would exhale she tightened the hold more. ” What’s the matter, big boy, can’t you breathe ? Is this little girl too much for you. Feel how hard my thighs are. And you said it was hog wash that a woman could beat a man. Beg me to pin you or I’ll break you in half. “

     I begged and she finally released me and pinned me flat on my back as she counted to ten instead of three; she could have counted to 100. ” Just for your information I know a lot of holds that I could use on you like the grapevine, the sleeper hold, Boston crab and more; but then you wouldn’t be able to box. And I’m better at boxing than I am wrestling. ” Cindy once again let me go and rest for a few minutes. I was finished and we both knew it. I told her I had had enough and that she had won. But Cindy wasn’t through yet, ” Oh, no baby. It’s not that easy. But you’re learning. Crawl on your hands and knees and kneel before your superior and beg me to crush you unconscious again and then cut you to ribbons with my fists. Or we can keep on letting me think of ways to hurt you. “

     I could not believe that I was crawling on my hands and knees and kneeling before this beautiful woman begging her to knock me out and beat me up with her fists. Cindy laughed and then slid her thighs around my neck in a standing neck scissors and squeezed, then she let up and crushed again. Each surge of power was harder than the last and each time I would grunt and groan. Cindy loved to hear me make gurgling noises and would make me say things like I was a weakling, or a wimp, or that she was too much woman for me just to hear me croak. Finally she really poured on the power and I went back down into the pit of unconsciousness.

     I came to and Cindy was once again straddling my body putting on a victory show for Bill and the camera. ” Now, you are about to feel some real power. I won’t mess you up too badly but you will know you’ve been in a fight. Rest up and then we are going to box bare fisted. ” I rested for about ten minutes and then Cindy stood in the middle of the room and motioned to me to come to her. She flexed her arms again and said, ” Come and feel them again. Let’s see your muscles, little man, mine seem to be much harder and better developed. You are about to feel how strong they are. ” I tried to fight her, I really did, but she was stronger and quicker than I was and she pounded me in the body and the face at will. After she had landed shots to my body and face she backed up and said, ” you haven’t hit me once. So I’m going to let you take your best shot to my body and one to my jaw. Let’s see what you’ve got. If you knock me down we’ll quit, if you don’t I’m going to knock you out. ” I hit her as hard as I could and it hurt my hand. Cindy just laughed and then she hit me once in the jaw and I was out.

     As I came to Cindy lifted my head up with a handful of hair and said, ” Now tell the camera who is the stronger sex and plead with me not to work you over anymore. Then get on your hands and knees and bow down to me and kiss my feet. Then I want you to kiss my leg muscles and finally pay homage to my arms and fists. Then I want you to write WOM about this little contest or I’ll really do some damage to you. ” I did as she commanded. This is one beautiful and powerful woman. I don’t think women are the weaker sex anymore and since this fight with Cindy she has told me she has some friends that can also take me apart. Cindy did break my ego.

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November 19, 2007

Cowgirl - Part 1 (Fem dom humiliation)

     I was sitting in a booth at a Country Western Bar that I was visiting for the first time. I was there about two hours watching the place fill up and waiting for the band to come back from break. I was downing my third beer and waiting to get up the nerve to ask one of the girls to dance. I had no one in particular in mind, but the place was full and there were plenty of women to choose from.

     Just as I finished my beer, the waitress came over and placed another one on the table. She said it was complements of the customer sitting at the bar. I could hardly see the bar area because my view was blocked by all the customers. I just waved in that general direction, a freindly salute and started to drink the beer. Many images were going through my mind, wondering who bought me the beer. As I was looking down at my glass, I sensed that someone was standing next to my booth and I quikly looked up.

     She was amazing. She stood at least 6′2″ and had gorgeous long blonde hair. Her stature was immense. She was at least 200lbs with broad shoulders and very large breasts. She had on a cowboy hat, overalls and snake skin boots with steel toes and spurs. I just stared at her completely speachless. She finaly said, “Well aren’t you going to invite me to join you?”. I studdered, “Yes, of course”.

     She sat down on the same side I was on and slid all the way over pressing me into the wall. She put her arm around me and gave me a firm squeeze. I felt my heart pounding and my groin comming to life as she looked me in the eye. She said, ” I’m the Sheriff around here and how would you like to be my deputy”? I just nodded my head and felt a gulp in my throat. This was not a woman who took no for an answer and I was totaly confused by her agressive tactics.

     Before I new it, she grabbed me by the back of the neck and pulled me toward her. She opened my mouth with her tongue and stuck it half way down my throat. Her other arm reached into my croch and started squeezing my balls. I felt completely helpless. I was beeing crushed by an amazon and was loving every second of it. We both began to breath heavily and were getting very turned on.

     After what seemed like eternity, she removed her tongue from my mouth and said, “Let’s go back to my place for a little bull riding”. I couldn’t believe what I heard, but ackwardly smiled and said, “That sounds like a great idea, lets go”.

     She grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the booth without any effort. She put her arm around my waist tightly and said, “Your coming with me”. I was very embarassed. I felt like everyone in the bar was stairing at me as I was being dragged down the aisle by a large cowgirl and trying to cover up the large bulge in my pants.

     When we got out in the parking lot she picked me up over her shoulder and threw me into the front seat of her pickup truck. She started the engine and proceeded to burn rubber out of the parking lot. As we headed for her apartment she looked at me and said, “I hope you are up for this, because I have big plans for my little deputy”. I just smiled and staired at her huge arms as they flexed holding the steering wheel.

     After what seemed like eternity, we finally arrived at her apartment. She walked over to my side of the truck, opened the door and hoisted me over her shoulder again. She carried me into the living room and body slammed me onto the couch.

     She proceeded to talk, “I am a very overpowering woman and I demand strict obedience. You will do everything I say if you want to get out of here alive. Do you understand little man?” Out of fear and excitement I said, “Yes of course, your the boss”. I new she could overpower me, but the thought excited me to know end.

     She commanded me to remove all of my clothes for the next ritual. I quickly removed everything and stood there, very embarassed from the sight of my erection. She said, ” Get on your knees in my presence, little man”. I got to the floor immediately. She proceeded to remove her overalls. This was a slow process because they were very tight fitting. After they were removed, she stood there in all her glory. All that she wore was the cowboy hat and the deadly boots. She was magnificent. She was extremely muscled from head to toe. Her calves popped out like grapefruits as she turn around to give me a rear shot. I started to tremble on the floor stairing at her magnificense, knowing that I have just met the girl of my dreams.

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November 18, 2007

Cowgirl - Part 2 (Fem dom strap on)

     She commanded me to remove all of my clothes for the next ritual. I quickly removed everything and stood there, very embarassed from the sight of my erection. She said, ” Get on your knees in my presence, little man”. I got to the floor immediately. She proceeded to remove her overalls. This was a slow process because they were very tightly fit. After they were removed, she stood there in all her glory. All that she wore was the cowboy hat and the deadly boots. She was magnificent. She was extremely muscled from head to toe. Her calves popped out like grapefruits as she turn around to give me a rear shot. I started to tremble on the floor stairing at her magnificense, knowing that I have just met the girl of my dreams.

     She ordered me to crawl to her and I quikly came. She handed me a bottle of Baby Oil and told me to rub it on her legs. I squirted the the oil up down both legs and began massaging it into her muscles. She was as hard as a rock. My hands moved over her termendous calves and thighs. She flexed her legs and they seemed to almost double in size. I new that she was quite capable of crushing me to death without even trying. As I looked up at her, we made eye contact. She gave me a deep confident stare while expanding her massive chest and broke into a double bicep pose. I felt like a helpless fly cought in the web of a giant spider. Her arms were enormous. They must have measured more than 20 inches. Just the sight of her before me, started juices flowing out of my erection and dripping onto the floor. As she looked down at me she said, “You are my sex toy. Tonight you will know what it is like to have sex with an Amazon and you will remember it forever!”.

     As I looked up, she spread her massive thighs. I found myself stairing at the largest clit I have ever seen in my life. I was drawn to it like a magnet. Her juices were flowing as I moved closer toward the giant mound. She stepped over both my shoulders and trapped my head between her thighs. Everytime she flexed her legs, it felt like my tongue would stick out an additional two inches. She held me there for 15 minutes as I licked and sucked until my tongue was numb. Suddenly she began to shake and tremble as a loud scream came from deep in her throat. I started to choke because it felt like someone poured a pint of creme down my throat. She released her hold on my head and I fell to the ground.

     She smiled down at me and said, “I like you little man and I don’t want to lose you. Just to make sure there is no mistake that you are my property, I will give you my mark”. She grabbed me by the back of my neck, picked me up, and carried me into the kitchen. She opened a drawer and took out a long piece of rope. Like a true Cowgirl, she let out a yell and came after me. She cornered me and wrestled me to the ground. I was no match for her great strength and wieght. In seconds, she had my wrists and ankles tied together just like a calf in a rodeo. I was helpless on the floor not knowing what she had planned next. She walked over to a tall cubbord and pulled out a branding iron. I was scared shitless. She just laughed at me on the floor and began turning on the oven burner. After five minutes in the flame, the large “B&D” letters of the brand glowed bright red. With the iron in her hand, she started to come toward me. I was screaming and pleading for mercy, but she paid no attention. She stood over me and placed one big spurred boot on my side. With her termendous weight on me I could not move. I closed my eyes and wished this was not real. I heard her say as she reared back her arm, “Now everyone will know you are mine”. She burried the brand into my ass cheek and I let out a loud scream. The pain was so emmense that I fainted.

     Sometime later, I began comming to my sences. I opened my eyes and began to feel all the aches and pains in my body. I was in her bedroom lying on the bed feeling like my entire back side was on fire. I reached down and felt a large welt that formed the letters “B+D”. The bedroom door opened and she entered the room with a satisfied grin on her face. She said, “I see my little sex toy has recouperated. Now its time for some Amazon lovin”. She jumped on top of me before I could blink an eye. She squeezed my wrists and sat down on top of my pelvis. She began to push down on me with a crushing forcefullness. She felt like she wieghed over 300 pounds. Even though I was in great pain, I felt myself getting very sexually excited. Within seconds, I was rock hard. She felt my bulge under her wieght, smiled down at me and slid her body slightly back, sucking me inside of her. She gripped me like a vise as she sat upright and started rocking back and forth. It felt like my erection was being pulled out by the roots as she kept bearing down harder with her body. I started begging for her to stop, but the louder I pleaded the more turned on she became. Suddenly her body started to convulse and she let out a loud scream as she orgasmed.

     Her body was motionless and her eyes were rolled far back in her head. She started to breath deeply as she came down from her high. She opened her eyes and smiled, then she said, “That was very good my pet, now it is your turn to cum”. Still on top of me, she began to flex her rock hard body. While expanding her massive chest, she broke into a double bicep pose. Holding that position, she flexed her stomac as the washboards started rippling up and down. I could feel my erection being squezed harder and harder as I watched the gorgeous amazon on top of me pump up her body. I was in heaven, burried under the girl of my dreams, I didn’t want this moment to ever stop.

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November 6, 2007

Fistful of Janine (Fem dom strap on)

     Dear Mike My close victory over the lovely and talented Donna in our second encounter had cought the attention of another young female fighter named Janine. A girl from the club who is presently engaged in fights at mixed fights. She bombarded me with challenges by the way of letters following the accounts she read of my performance against Donna who, she claimed, she had subduded inside a round by a technical knockout before. The spark of enthusiasm was undoudtedly present in this interested party, for her challange was to fight over twenty, 3 minute rounds. The contempt with which she regarded me as a fighter was clearly demonstrated in the contant of her letter. ” I’m not saying I can defeat you , but my chances of losing are one one hundred to one !”. She went on to say ” If I say I’ll beat you, I’ll sound swell headed… If I say you have a chance I’d be a liar!”. Her self-assurednass, her sweeping statements, had me dunb struck as I read Janine’s optimistic letter. She also stated that judging from my past performances, your defeat by KO would take place inside two rounds so if you intend to go ahead with it you should begain your training, hope to hear form you soon, yours sincerly, Jainie When i was finish reading her letter I was gritting my teeth in rage and started to write back to her that I accept her challange, but in one month for training. As the referee gave us our instructions my extremely attractive young female apponent in her cutoff white tee shirt (the sight of her huge tits had given me an enormous erection inside my tight white trunks), her black silk panties bottoms were skin tight on bottom and her powerful thighs. then she began hurling a torrent of abuse, “You’re a wimp, and I intend to obliterate an inferior male like you in a matter of minutes. I have the right that will exterminate any man my size, and your my size!”. After waiting in our corners for about ten , the bell sounded for round one. I couldn’t wait to get at her. Howeverm with only 20 seconds gone, I was on the floor from aright cross. The referee signalled the sneering Janinne to a nutral corner as she crouched down beside my sprawled figure to take up the count, “One..two..three..”. I got on my knees at the count of six but though it wise to stay down to nine. The 50 or so odd spectators at the club were overcome with wild excitement. These members were attending their first mixed boxing match, At last thay had been awarded the privilage of not only witnessing the novelty of such a contest but the sight of a floored male with a female opponent stood over him, moved then to hysteria. As I rose, the referee looked into my eyes checking that I was all right to continue, cleaned my gloves and shouted “Box!”. Still a little dazed form the punch, I shook my head. Janine came foward as I got into my fighting stance again, “How did you like that,” sneered Janine, taunting me as she easily evaded a left and a right with her arms down. I kept bringing the fight to Janine, taking the punishment in order to press the attack. It was the only way I knew. But my female apponent, who was obviously a superior boxer was proving a handful. She proceeded to score to my body and face with hooks and jabs that kept me dazed and continuosly off balance. Just before the end of the round she made to go for my body with a stright left as I moved to check her , she cought me flush in the face with a right hook. That threw me back on my heels, recovering, I charge her , swinging furiously, but she avoided my rushes as the bell sounded. She thumbedher nose at me as she walked back to her corner. I gritted my teeth in rage, however, such as her performance in the first three minutes, that she had rendered it impontent rage. I notice a friend who was seated ring side looked pale “god! C’mon!”, he urged me as I stood up for the next round. In round two I was thinking that I had to get in some heavy punches to take Janine over. but it wasn’t happening. I did score one hard blow to her body but she shook it off. Now she brought in to play her great boxing ablity slamming home a wicked left hook. The punch caught me flush on my chin and I reeled backwards. When the bell went to end the thrid round she revieved a standing ovation, my face was red with rage and blood. In the fourth anf fifth round she began playing with me hitting me with any thing she wished, she then cut loose, countering my left with lighting speed and scoring to my face with hard lefts and rights. From then until the fourteenth round the fight became so one sided that it was like an exhibition match for Janine completely out-boxed and out-witted me. By the foutteenth, she was so far ahead by points that the referee informed me that I was to far behind tp win a decision. In the fifteenth , Janine began the biggest show of attack by hitting me many punch combinations and several times poundeing me along the ropes and sending me down several times. I sat down at the end of the round , my face a real bloodied mess, my left eye was shut, I was cut above the bridge of my nose at the corner of my right eye my cheeks were bruisedand my mouth was bleeding, made to appear worse toghter with the blood oozing fron my nose, I was a sorry sight. I looked over at Janine she was perspiring heavily true, and puffing and blowing a little, her huge tits heaving and expanding but she was in tip top shape , no wonder she challange was 20 rounds. In the sixteenth sound, Janine, realy cut loose. She set up such an attack peppering me with sizziling stinging lefts ang rights that is was obvious that she was going for the finsher. My right eye was cut as were both my cheeks, although I furiously exchanged punches with her , it was I who was forced to retreat in the end. As I retreated to the ropes Jainie followed up with a smashing uppercut shaping my head back, I fell back to the ropes with arms down and watch in slow motion as Janine cocked back her right to finish the bout, the punch smashed into my chin turning all the room black. As I came to Janine was receiving a wonderful elation from the crowd. She danced around the ring with her arms in the air. ” The winner by K.O. in the sixteen round, Hard rock Janine !!!!”. They applauded her all the way back to her dressing room.
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