by L J K Cross
Amanda no longer needed to exert her physical dominance over him. The intimidating tone of her voice was sufficient. His head remained bowed. His eyes permanently lowered. His whole body trembled but Amanda was not sure if that was due to fear or excitement or a little bit of both.
“And finally,” continued Amanda, “you are never to touch me. I don’t want your filthy hands on me. I don’t know where they have been. You are not to touch yourself either. No matter how much you may want to. You will only touch yourself if I allow it. You will only come when I say you can. Don’t you forget that is my cock now. I own it. It is for my pleasure and my pleasure alone.” Amanda paused for a moment. Her thoughts sidetracked at the thought of having total control over his cock. Inadvertently she stroked the shaft of her strap on. She liked having a cock. She liked the feeling of empowerment it gave her. She couldn’t wait to use it.
“I warn you,” Amanda snapped back to the present and continued, “if you dare to come before I allow you to, I will kick you so hard in the balls you will never come again. But I bet you would like that wouldn’t you. You’d like me to take out all my wrath on those pathetic balls of yours.” Amanda let out a low rumble of laughter at the thought of just how much pain she was capable of inflicting. There was not a trace of humour in that sound. It was a sound that resonated purely with evil and malevolent intent. Laughter capable of making the sweat of fear freeze on your skin, chilling right through to the bone.
Amanda’s transformation into a merciless muscled mistress was complete. She had established her superiority over him with ease. Now it was necessary to implement total dominance with unrelenting cruelty and pain. He had submitted so easily to her will. He had been so quick to comply, so eager to relent. To see him bent and bowed, a personification of pathetic subservience, angered her.
“Look at you, cowering on the floor, like the arse licking little bitch that you are. You make me sick. Get in that corner and get out of my sight until I decide what I am going to do to you,” Amanda seethed. Immediately he made to stand up, frightened that momentary hesitation would cause Amanda to exact her evil.
“What the fuck do you think you are doing, you moronic imbecile?” bellowed Amanda. “You crawl over there like the dog you are.” Reflexively Amanda released her rage and delivered a viciously venomous kick into his rapidly retreating arse. He jolted forward in pain as the pointed toe of her boot pierced his skin like the fang of a poisonous cobra.
“You will stay there and wait,” hissed Amanda. “I don’t want to hear a sound from you. I don’t even want to hear you breathing. Do you understand?”
“Yes mistress,” he whispered.
“Good,” replied Amanda. “Now shut the fuck up.”
He knelt in the corner, face ashamedly turned to the wall and waited upon Amanda’s next cruel command. Amanda paced backwards and forwards, toying with her cock, revelling in his suspense and apprehension. Amanda also derived perverse satisfaction from seeing someone so used to being in control, knelt hunched and degraded in the corner. His tanned groomed style, his ostentatious gold watch and casual designer clothing told Amanda that this man knew success and knew how to be respected. He had walked cocky and confident into the room with an air of sophistication and swagger but that had soon changed. Now everything about his demeanour told of a man reduced to dejected humiliation but that was still not enough for Amanda. She needed him reduced even more, stripped of any last layers of dignity and self-respect.
“Strip,” shouted Amanda. He jumped in shock, startled by the ferocity of her voice.” I want you to stand, stay facing the wall and strip naked and I want you to do it now!” she demanded. He didn’t hesitate to hurriedly undress, delayed only by the onset of panic which made even unbuckling his belt arduous. An amused look played across Amanda’s face as she watched him jig and hop on the spot, shaking and writhing his way out of his clothing. She literally had him dancing to her tune. Once stripped, his clothing abandoned and strewn at his feet, Amanda took a long lingering look at her prey, looking for signs of weakness, selecting targets, deciding where she would strike next. His white arse cheeks, stood out pathetically against the rest of his tanned body as an all too obvious target. Amanda would enjoy defiling them but not yet. She wanted to see what else he had to keep her amused and entertained.
“Turn round and face me,” ordered Amanda and as he did so he made sure to keep his eyes lowered and his cock cupped in his hands, a futile gesture of protection or maybe he did it out of embarrassment. Either way it was pointless to try and hide himself from Amanda. Now she had him set in her sights there was no chance of escape.
“Why the hell are you covering up your cock?” jeered Amanda. “Are you ashamed of it or something? Are you embarrassed at just how pathetic it is? Or maybe you are worried that you won’t be able to match up to mine?” At its mention, his eyes fell for the first time on the strapping eight inch cock that Amanda brandished threateningly in his direction. His eyes widened in alarm as he took in its size and the realisation that it was ultimately intended for him. As Amanda took a step forward, wielding her weapon in her hands, so he took a step back until he stood flattened against the wall with nowhere to go.
“Get your hands down by your side and keep them there. What did I tell you about touching yourself?” snapped Amanda with another eye watering slap to his left cheek. His hands immediately flew up to his cheek, leaving his cock at the peril of her mercy. With the handle of her whip, Amanda lifted his limp flaccid cock with disgust and disdain. As if the mere thought of touching it repulsed her.
“No wonder you wanted to keep something so ridiculously small and insignificant covered up. No wonder you are so ashamed of it. How could you ever satisfy a woman with such a small soft cock as that?” And with that Amanda burst out into mocking laughter. His cock seemed to shrink, eager to evade her taunts and jeering ridicule.
“I bet every woman who sees that cock can’t help but laugh,” taunted Amanda. “I think you should apologise right now to all those woman you have left disappointed and unsatisfied because of your shrivelled up husk of a cock. Let me hear you.”
“I am sorry,” he whispered, head bowed so low his voice was barely audible.
“Sorry for what?” demanded Amanda. There was no way she was going to let him get off that easily. “And speak up when you are addressing me.”
“Sorry for leaving women disappointed and unsatisfied,” he answered with only slightly more conviction.
“And apologise for having such a small pathetic limp cock. I want to hear you say it. I am sorry for my small pathetic limp cock.” His hesitation infuriated her.
“Say it you idiot,” screamed Amanda and flicked the end of his cock with her whip, instantly making it retreat further back in on itself.
“I am sorry for my small pathetic limp cock,” he repeated loudly, his voice reverberating with fear and humiliation.
“I bet you wish you had a big hard cock like mine don’t you?” boasted Amanda, waving it with brazen intent.
“Yes mistress,” he snivelled. The way he couldn’t take his eyes off it suggested that he was envious. Envious of that fact that his cock didn’t compare and envious that he had yet to feel just how big and hard it really was. All the envy and desire he felt swelled and pulsed inside him as he looked upon Amanda. The way she flaunted her muscles and cock to dominate and overpower caused his cock to harden, a desperate, last ditch attempt to impress and get her attention.
“It looks like you really do want a big hard cock like mine.” His reaction pleased her but she did not show it. He would have to work to show his worth. She wanted to see him on his hands and knees, begging and grovelling for it.
“A cock like mine should be shown the respect it deserves,” purred Amanda as she fondly stroked its thick shaft. “I want to see you show it respect. I want to see you on your hands and knees worshipping it.”
As Amanda spoke she noticed his cock throb, the tip wet with pre cum, at the thou
ght of being subservient to hers.
“So get on your knees and beg for it. Show me what a muscle whore you really are. Because that’s what you are – a dirty little muscle whore isn’t it? Get on your knees bitch and tell me what you are.”
“I’m a dirty little muscle whore,” he whimpered, the discomfort of being forced to kneel when erect evident in his voice.
“You want to be fucked by all this strong powerful muscle don’t you?” It was not a question but an order but Amanda still wanted to hear him beg for it.
“Yes mistress,” he replied.
Amanda took a step closer so her cock hung inches from his face, taunting him. She flexed her muscles to their most jaw dropping incredulousness, dominating him. She could hear her own breathing, loud and panting, excited and aroused by such servile submissiveness.
“I am going to make you scream like a little bitch as I drive my big cock deep inside you.” Amanda waved her cock in front of his face just to remind him how big, thick and hard it really was. His willpower broke. Continued resistance to her relentless intimidation and provocation was too much for him to take. In a moment of blind lustful madness he lurched forward to get a real taste of her power. Amanda managed to swing her cock away from his greedily grasping mouth but was having difficulty managing to control her rage at such a blatant disregard for her authority, such a flaunting display of disrespect.
“What the fuck do you think you are doing?” she spat viciously “How dare you think you are worthy of my cock yet. I have not even started to make to grovel for it you inferior piece of shit. I am going to make you wish you had never done that.”
Before he had time to even flinch, Amanda had his head viced in the cold steel grip of her crushing arms.
“I’m sorry. Mistress. I am really sorry. Please.” He repeatedly begged but with each pitiful plea, Amanda’s fiery anger intensified and seemingly focused on her suffocatingly swollen biceps that dug harder and deeper into his throat. In a matter of seconds his beseeching bellowing ceased as his mouth silently gasped and implored for air. His head looked like an annoying red tiny blemish on her arm that needed to be squeezed.
Amanda released him from her garrotte and he slumped defeated and destroyed to the floor, a panting, wheezing wreck. Amanda remained immune and indifferent to his suffering. He had, after all, brought it on himself by undermining her authority. His respite was brief. Amanda waited just until the bright blood red of his face had been restored to a slightly healthier colour before she continued with her punishment.
“That is what you get for disobeying me, you low life scum,” seethed Amanda. She dragged him by his hair back up to his kneeling position, ready to recommence with his humiliation. Only this time she would not be so lenient.
“Now I am going to really make you beg. Get down and kiss my feet,” demanded Amanda. He leant forward, still weakened by Amanda’s crushing show of strength, and gingerly planted a kiss on her right boot.
“You are going to have to do better than that if I am even going to consider letting you be my little muscle loving bitch. Now kiss them like you mean it. I want to see you lick them clean,” and pushed his head down forcefully on her boot.
“That’s a good little bitch,” coaxed Amanda. “Lick those boots. Lick all the shit off them and make them sparkle. A sissy bitch like you should be good at kissing ass and eating shit.”
Amanda did not let him get off lightly. He kissed and licked, petted and lapped. Like an eager to please pet he effusively worshipped at her feet till her boots gleamed. Amanda pulled them away to inspect them, leaving him tentatively awaiting her approval. Amanda held out both boots, first one and then the other, twisting and turning them to inspect them from all angles.
“Crap,” shouted Amanda and struck out, suddenly and savagely, with her right boot, stopping inches from his face. He didn’t have time to react, even if he had wanted to and risk further exacerbating her anger.
“You call that clean.” demanded Amanda. It was so clean he could see his petrified reflection staring back at him but he dared not contradict her.
“You can’t even do that right you worthless asshole. Stand up,” Amanda ordered “and bend over the bed. I am going to have to teach you a lesson.”
He complied instantly but as he bent over and braced himself she saw his legs begin to tremble with trepidation.
“Spread your legs,” but as she issued her instructions she kicked his feet even further apart to ensure he was totally exposed and vulnerable. She then got hold of a pillow and smothered his face with it.
“I don’t want to have to put up with your pathetic whimpering, do you hear?” Amanda thought she heard a muffled “Yes mistress” but she couldn’t be quite sure.
“Do you hear?” she repeated and took a savagely stinging swipe at his defenceless ass with the cat-o’-nine-tails. He screamed in spite of himself.
“Yes mistress,” he yelped and buried his head further into the pillow in a hopeless effort to minimise her brutality. Amanda ditched the cat-o’-nine-tails in favour of the much more personal punishment of her hand. With her hand she could deliver a much more exact blow and feel just how intense and stinging they were. It turned her on to feel his flesh redden and burn under her tremendous touch.
“Thwack” went the first slap, crisp and cruel.
“Slap”. The second blow was more slicing as Amanda slightly changed the angle of her hand but made sure it landed with expert precision on the same spot, just as she did with a further succession of strikes. She only relented with her fast and ferocious spanking when she felt his legs surrender to the agony and he collapsed forward, spread-eagled and spent onto the bed. Through the bloodthirsty rage that had descended over her eyes, Amanda was blind to the damage she had caused. On an otherwise unblemished, pale white ass, just above the crease on his left buttock, was the swollen and bloody aftermath of a particularly brutal beating that would remain as a painful reminder for weeks to come. Amanda’s vindictive streak loved the fact that she had left such an indelible imprint on his memory.
He gradually summoned the courage to lift his head from the pillow. Amanda saw his wet and swollen eyes. It was only upon seeing that she had brought tears to his eyes that she was satisfied that he had suffered enough. Only now was she sufficiently persuaded that he was a real muscle bitch worthy of feeling the full force of her power. Schizophrenically Amanda spoke softly, suppliantly.
“You have made your mistress very happy,” she soothed. “Are you ready for your reward?”
The look on his face was just as schizophrenic as it flitted from fearful to confused to doubting. He had not seen this tender side of her, so disparate from the menacing mistress he had faced minutes ago. He was unsure whether she was playing a cruel joke on him. Could she be so cruel as to lull him into a false sense of security only to redouble the ferocity of his beatings for being so gullible?
Her cock looked so inviting and tempting as she held it out for him to take. He approached cautiously, ready to retreat in an instant and take his punishment from whatever direction, in whatever form. He opened his mouth and gingerly took the tip of her cock in his mouth. Amanda then saw him circle the helmet of her cock with his tongue, delicately and almost disbelievingly. That was all he needed to be convinced. He greedily grabbed her cock with both hands, gripping his well earned trophy. His mouth split open as he plunged his lips deep down the shaft until it almost disappeared. He wanted to savour every inch of his prize. His tongue licked and tasted. His mouth nibbled and swallowed. He devoured her cock with a seemingly insatiable appetite that Amanda thought he might choke in his avaricious haste. Several times she heard him gag when he had her cock rammed deep inside his mouth but rather than ease back, the next time he only thrust it in deeper and harder.
“You really are a good little muscle whore,” exclaimed Amanda.
“You really do love cock don’t you?” she said, petting his head in approval. She heard him mumble his agreement despite hi
s mouth being full.
“Get up on the bed, kneel on all fours and let me see how much hard muscle you can take.” Amanda had never seen him move so fast. In a flash he was knelt on the very edge of the bed, his ass open and inviting and eager. Amanda walked slowly over to where he knelt, enjoying the view. She stood behind him, poised for action and waited. He was all too aware of her presence, his ass cheeks clenching and relaxing in anticipation. Upon the first touch he let out a short, shocked gasp. Amanda traced the tip of her cock gently round and round his ring and along his undercarriage, coaxing him to open up and let her in. With each tantalising movement he relaxed a little more and sighed a little louder. The tension was proving almost too torturous for Amanda. As she placed the tip of her cock inside him and felt him push back onto her, she felt her own juices start to spill over and drip down the inside of her leg.
Her cock slid in easily. Effortlessly. In one long, slow thrust she entered deep inside him. In unison they both moaned with indescribable pleasure. Amanda began to thrust faster and harder and somehow even deeper. Their moans quickened. Their pleasure heightened. All thoughts of previous pain were wiped as the euphoria surged through their bodies. Amanda had never fucked so wild and hard. No one had ever been able to handle the full force of her muscles. He was not only able to handle her power but he was embracing it. With only one hand to steady himself, he took control of his own cock that had until now been an object of derision and neglect. Amanda was hypnotised by the rhythm and burgeoning excitement. Any thought of rules had been wiped clear from her mind. The fact that he had touched himself without her permission was the last thing on her mind. She was totally intent on the exhilarating crescendo her cock was causing. It only took him two of the tenderest strokes. As Amanda attempted to drive in for the third time, he orgasmed with such power and force that his asshole spasmed and pushed her back out. Amanda could hardly be disappointed though as she withdrew to view the sight almost in slow motion. Every fibre in his body spasmed and contorted in a seemingly endless orgasmic fit. The noises he made were indecipherable, bordering somewhere between torturous and transcendent. And still he carried on exploding. The bed sheets underneath him were getting more and more soaked. Finally, when the orgasmic wave he had been riding ebbed away, he lay stranded and washed up, a survivor of a turbulent and brutal storm.
