Alex - Insatiable, Episode 1
by Muscle Fan
A fictional work of domination, muscle worship and brutality 


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My name is Alex Slaughter. Slaughter is not my real surname but the one I go
by ever since I morphed into the woman I am today. I won't bore readers with
my childhood or my adolescence; the real story came later, once I discovered
my real power, my power over men and women and my true calling; domination.

This is just a snippet of my life. It may be graphic, but I've never been one
to pull my punches.

I'm lying on my black satin sheets on my king size bed, gazing at the mirrored
ceiling above. Robbie is on top of me, his twelve-inch erect cock filling my
vagina. His toned body and back are only slightly paler against my dark tan.
As I tighten my vaginal muscles ever so slightly, Robbie begins to whimper.

"Easy, baby, let Mistress Alex milk that cock of yours," I say softly in his
ear. I know Robbie will refrain from climaxing until he knows I want him to,
you see, Robbie is my stud, my houseboy and my slave. I've trained him well so
that he can prolong his orgasm to satisfy my lust and desires.

"There, there," I say in a whisper, "Mistress Alex will drain your cock."
Slowly I allow my vagina to massage his shaft, from the base to the head. I
bring one hand down Robbie's spine slowly until my palm is on his firm butt
cheek. I chuckle as his whimper goes to a moan. Robbie, I know, can't hold out
much longer. He needs to climax, release his cum. I move my palm to cover his
crack and insert my middle finger in his anus. His breath catches as I slowly
insert my finger further to his sphincter muscle.

"There, baby, that's what you wanted, isn't it?" I ask as my finger passes his
sphincter and he explodes at the same time that I will my vaginal muscles to
relax ever so slightly. I hold him tight to my body, my pussy doing all the
work in ridding his cock of every last drop of cum. He sighs as the last of
his cum is expelled and I feel his shaft going limp. 'Men,' I think to myself,
'I don't know why they can't be more like women and have multiple orgasms'.
Robbie will be flaccid for at least fifteen or twenty minutes. I withdraw my
finger and wait, allowing him to get to his feet.

Standing at the foot of the bed, my gaze travels over Robbie. He is good
looking, handsome really, tanned and toned; his body hairless, Robbie stands
six-foot tall. His flaccid penis is eight-inches, erect, a marvelous twelve;
to me, size does matter. He moves and I stand. I'm six-inches taller than
Robbie even in my bare feet. He kneels before his mistress without me telling
him, he knows what to do. As I said, I've trained him well.

With his hands on my butt, he pleasures my clit with his tongue and then takes
me in his lips. His kisses and soft bites coupled with his tongue make my clit
aroused. "Lap that cum from me," I command and he obediently complies, sucking
his cum from my pussy. His stiff, hard, tongue probes deep. He swallows, being
careful not spilling a drop for fear of punishment.

I'm moments away from an orgasm when Robbie's phone rings and I pick it up
from the dresser looking at the screen. "It's for you," I say, "The hospital."
He stops and looks up at me knowing how I hate to be interrupted when having
sex. I motion for him to take the phone. He gets to his feet and takes the
phone from my hand tapping the button. "Doctor Bennet," he says, and listens.
I pad to the bathroom and stand at the toilet to urinate. My female
counterparts seem to have a need to sit on the toilet to pee, but, perhaps due
to my muscular clit, urethra or pussy, I can send my stream into the bowl
without making a puddle on the floor. 'Some men can't seem to master this,' I
think as I dab my pussy with a few sheets of toilet paper.

I flush and return to the bedroom as Robbie clicks off the phone and puts it
back on the dresser. "There's an emergency, mistress," he says, "traffic
accident." I look at him not saying a word. He breaks eye contact and looks
down at my feet, waiting.

Robbie is one of Orange County, if not California's, most gifted surgeons. He
has saved many lives and is well respected in the medical community. This
respect would no doubt be tarnished a bit if it were known that he was a slave
to a dominatrix and that he has an obsession with muscle women. Some men and
women wouldn't understand. I can tell the difference between the men and women
who lust after me, those that are afraid of me and those that want to be
dominated by me. I have no use for the ones that are afraid of me; they're not
worth my time. It's the men and women that lust after me and want to be
dominated that I like. Fortunately, there are many.

"Go," I say, and he again makes eye contact with me, "but wear your thong," I
add. He nods quickly and opens the dresser removing a thong. Satin, like the
sheets, the material is emerald green as are the elastic straps. He steps into
it, the cup barely containing his eight-inch cock and scrotum.

I watch as Robbie puts on jeans and a polo shirt. He steps into a pair of Top
Sider loafers. He will change into scrubs once at the hospital. 'He's a great
looking guy,' I think, 'I'm sure all of the nurses at the hospital would love
to have him in their bed.' "I'll save a chicken breast for you to have when
you get home," I tell him. "Thank you, mistress," he replies. He kisses me on
the lips and hurries out of the bedroom.

I turn and look at myself in the mirrored wardrobe. My tanned body looks as if
it has been carved from brown granite. Deeply tanned and unblemished by tan
lines, I run a hand down my abdominals feeling the eight-pack muscles beneath
my skin. I turn and look at my profile. 'Yes,' I think, 'Robbie would be a
fool to have an affair with one of those nurses.'

I had come to live with Robbie a year ago. I had cut myself on a piece of
chain during a video shoot and Doctor Bennet stitched up my wound. I produce
DVD's as well as perform in a weekly on-line video for those who appreciate
women with muscles, muscles and domination. Doctor Bennet, Robbie, is
certainly one of those men.

I turn back to face the mirror admiring my reflection. Thick veins crisscross
my massive thighs which sit below narrow hips and my twenty-four inch waist.
My chest is broad, but my breasts are natural, no implants, like many female
bodybuilders. 'Bodybuilders,' I think, 'they look good but they're nowhere
near as strong as I am, nor as big.' I tense my arms and bring them across my
midsection making my trapezius muscles explode. I love what I see.

I pad into the kitchen where Olivia is preparing dinner. "Something smells
good, Liv," I say, stepping behind her and looking over her shoulder. She is
adding herbs to a bubbling pot. "Chicken is in the oven baking and soup on the
stove," she says dusting her palms above the pot to get the last of the herbs
from her hands.

Olivia, or Liv, is a five-foot, six-inch well-built girl of twenty-six. She is
bi-sexual and in love with me and Robbie. I reach around her and cup her
breasts. They are firm and I take a nipple between my thumb and index finger
and twist slightly. She puts her head back against my sternum and reached
behind putting her hands on my hips and drawing me to her. "Robbie won't be
here for dinner tonight," I say softly, bending to kiss her cheek, "Save him a
chicken breast."

"I will, mistress," Olivia says, "and should I save him one of these as well?"
she asks glancing down and nodding at my hand that covers Olivia's B-size
breasts. "I know he'd like that, Liv," I say, "but I want them first." She
chuckles and turns to face me. "Of course, mistress," she says playfully, "You
know I'm yours." I do know that she's mine.

Olivia was Robbie's live in housekeeper and cook before I came to live here.
At first, she was intimidated with me, but she soon got over that. I made it
clear that even though it was Robbie's house, I was in charge. I insisted that
both Robbie and Olivia follow a strict workout regimen, keep their bodies free
of hair and not wear clothing when in the house. Both Robbie and Olivia didn't
balk at the working out or keeping a hairless body, but it took a while for
them to go sans clothing; that is until they saw improvement in their bodies.
Now both are proud of their physiques.

After dinner, I help Olivia with the dishes, then taking her in my arms; I
carry her to my bedroom. She's light as a feather. I lay her on the satin
sheets and straddle her hips. I curl my arms and flex my biceps. "What do you
think?" I ask. She rises on her elbows and then reaches up with both hands and
wraps them around my left bicep. "I can barely get both hands around your arm,
mistress," she says. I laugh and step off the bed. "Get your tape measure,
let's see how big these babies are," I tell her.

Olivia leaves, returning a minute or two later with her tape measure. I flex
several times and then hold the pose. "OK, Liv, measure me," I tell her. She
wraps the tape around my bicep. "Nineteen inches, mistress," she says. "Tsk,
tsk," I say disappointedly, "I wanted them to be twenty inches; I need to
spend more time in the gym." "But mistress," Liv says, "You already workout
five or six hours a day." "I need to, baby," I tell her, lifting her by her
rib cage into the air, "how else am I going to toss you around?" I toss her
onto the bed, Olivia landing on her back and butt. She laughs as I kneel
between her legs and place a hand on her pussy. Her breath catches as I insert
my index finger between her labia. For the next hour and a half we make love,
each having multiple orgasms, 'Unlike men,' I think.

It was late when Robbie got home. He found me in the gym, a second master
suite that I had converted. I was bench pressing four hundred pounds, sweat
running in rivulets from my body. He waited for me to finish my set before
speaking. "I'm surprised you're up," he said, looking at his Rolex. I sat up.
"How'd it go," I asked. "Well, I think," he said, "but time will tell. Man and
woman came in from a traffic accident, both had internal bleeds." "I'm sure
they'll be fine," I said smiling, "they've got a great doctor." Robbie smiled.

I stood up. "You need to finish getting me off," I tell him, "You know I hate
to have my sex interrupted." He nods, but says, "I thought that you and Olivia
might have had sex." I sneer at him and said, "We did, four or five orgasms,
but it's not the same as having you inside me." I unbuckle his belt and he
draws his Polo shirt over his head. I unsnap his pants and they fall to the
floor.

"Where's your thong?" I ask. He doesn't make eye contact but rather says, "I
left it at work, it's in my locker." "Uh-huh," I said, looking down at his
flaccid cock, and that's when I notice the pinkish smudge. "What about the
lipstick?" I ask sternly. He quickly looks down at the pink lipstick mark on
the head of his penis. "Ah, well," he stammers until I stop him by taking his
cock in my hand. "Who was it," I ask, squeezing gently. "Please, mistress, I
... " he begins to plead as I tighten my grip on his shaft. "What's her name,"
I ask again. Robbie is squirming, as I tighten my grip a once more, "Her name,
Robbie, what's her name, tell me or I'll crush your cock like a banana." "OK,
OK," he stammers, "Deb-Debbie, its Debbie Johnson." I ease my grip. "And where
does this Debbie live?" "Please, mis-mistress," he begins again, but I again
tighten my grip until he gives me the address.

"Good boy," I say, releasing him from my grasp and patting him on the cheek,
"I'm going to pay Debbie a little visit," I tell him and his eyes widen, "Do
you think I should go like this or put some clothes on?" I chuckle at the
thought of this bitch seeing my muscles. "Mistress, please," he starts, but
before he can say anything else, I slap his cock. "Ugh," he says painfully and
quickly cups his penis with both hands protecting it from further attack. I
look at him and then say, "Get dressed, you're coming with me." He opens his
mouth as if to say something but I put my index finger to his lips. "Shh," I
say, "You're coming with me." I pad from the room.

I have Robbie drive to Debbie's. She lives in a condominium complex and we
park in a visitor's space not far from her unit. I get out, but Robbie sits
for a minute. I lean down and tell him through the open window, "Come along
Robbie, I want to see who this Debbie is that sucked my cock." He glances at
me and says, "Mistress, I promise that this was a onetime thing, it won't
happen again." I smile and said, "I know it won't, and you know it won't but I
want to make sure Debbie knows it too, now let's go." He opens the car door
and follows me to her door.

She has a peephole in her door so I whisper to Robbie, "You knock," and I step
to one side of the door. Robbie knocks but there's no sound from within. He
looks at me and I nod in the direction of the door. He knocks again and I hear
footsteps followed by the turning of a lock. "Robert," Debbie says, "What's
the matter, why are ... " and she stops in midsentence as I push her and
Robbie inside.

Debbie stands about five-foot seven, with shoulder length auburn hair. She's
barefoot, wearing a robe with a sash tied around her waist. I can tell that
she has a good shape if you like the trim, muscle-less type. She looks at me
with a mix of fear and awe. I smile and say, "I'm Alex, Robbie's mistress, I
came to see the bitch that sucked his cock this evening." Her lips part as if
to say something and then looks from me to Robbie and back again.

Finally, turning to Robbie, she says, "Robert, what's going on here? Who is
this, ah, woman and why are you here?" "Debbie, I, uh, Alex knows that you,
ah, gave me a blow job at the hospital this evening, I'm sorry," he said. Her
head swivels back to look at me and I only stare at her. "Look," she says, "we
just finished surgery, we were alone in the OR and I know it was
inappropriate, but I saw the bulge in his scrubs, and, well ... " her voice
trails off. "You just had to have him?" I ask. She nods and looks down at her
bare feet.

"I didn't know that he was in a relationship," she said addressing her feet,
"people around the hospital said Robert was single." I glance at Robbie who
nods. Turning back to Debbie, I feel less angry, but I ask her, "So it was
your idea to give Robbie a blow job?" Still looking at her feet, she says,
"Doctor Bennett, yes," and she nods, "it was my idea. Like I said, it was
inappropriate." I smile and place my index finger under her chin and raise her
head up so that she's looking up at me.

"You know, I came here to punish you," I say, "I was angry, and I still am,
but more so now with Robbie for being such a pussy and letting you go down on
him." I glance over at Robbie who looks down at carpet. I look back at Debbie
and taking her robe by the lapels, pull it apart. The sash gives way revealing
a trim body with the slight hint of a tan. The outline of her bikini is
visible. "Get undressed, Robbie," I say, not looking at the doctor but still
studying Debbie.

Robbie doesn't hesitate, but removes his jeans, shirt and steps from his Top
Siders. Debbie glances at him. I notice that he's semi-erect, no doubt from
looking at the naked Debbie. The nurse runs her tongue across her lips. "You
want him, don't you?" I ask Debbie. "Yes," she replies softly. "Yes, who?" I
ask. "Yes, Alex," she says. "No, you may call me 'mistress'," I tell her.
"Yes, mistress," she says. I smile at her and say, "Not yet, first you must
service your mistress, I want to feel those lips of yours on my clit and that
tongue in my pussy, now get busy," and I gently push down on her shoulders so
that she'll kneel before me.

She blinks as I step from my stiletto ankle boots and peel my leggings down my
thighs. Debbie watches and lets out a faint gasp as she sees my veiny, tree
trunk size thighs and strong abdominals. I stand with my legs shoulder width
apart and with one finger, lift my clit. "Get on your knees, baby, and suck my
clit. I want to climax and I want you to drink my juices." "But, I've never,
done that before," she said. I laugh and say, "It's just like going down on
Robbie, baby, you'll see."

She slowly kneels on the floor, her eyes wide, focused on my clit, only inches
from her face. "Take me," I tell her and thrust my pelvis forward so that my
clit touches her lips. She parts her lips and takes the head of my clit
between them. "Hmm," I moan, "suck me." She does and I feel myself getting
hard. "That's it, baby, Mistress Alex wants to cum." I pull my T-shirt from my
body and toss it onto a couch.

I stretch and flex my arms and then kiss my right bicep. I look at Robbie who
is watching Debbie suck my clit. "She's good," I say, "Really good," and then
to Debbie I say, "Tongue me, baby, tongue your mistress." She inserts her
tongue between my labia and I knew I'd climax soon. Her tongue felt
deliciously long. Maybe it was my imagination, but I felt it go deeper.
"That's it, that's it," I panted, "suck me," I say as I climax. Debbie lapped
my pussy as my cum squirts from me. "For never having pleasured a woman
before, baby, you were wonderful," I tell her bringing my breathing under
control. "Thank you, mistress," she said getting to her feet. She licks her
marvelous lips with the tip of her tongue removing the last vestiges of my
cum.

I smile and put a finger to her lips. She kisses my finger and I whisper, "Let
me see that wonderful tongue of yours." She looks at me curiously, but opens
her mouth and extends her tongue. Debbie's tongue is nearly six inches long. I
place a hand on the back of her head and kiss her, exploring her mouth with my
tongue which is seven inches in length. "Hmm," I hum as I taste my cum in her
mouth. We part and look in each other's eyes. The fear is no longer there,
having been replaced with lust.

I flex my arm once more. My nineteen inch bicep explodes. Thick veins
crisscross my forearm. "Do you like my muscles, Debbie?" I ask, already
knowing the answer to my question. "Yes, mistress," she says tracing a large
vein along my forearm to my bicep with her fingertip. "Do you have any body
lotion?" I ask. "Yes, in the master bath," she says. "Good, I want you to rub
me," I tell her, "massage my muscles."

The three of us pad into the master bedroom where I lay on my back on Debbie's
bed. Debbie returns from the bathroom with a bottle of body lotion. I place my
arms behind my head while Debbie pours some of the lotion into one palm and
begins to massage my feet.

I glance to my right at Robbie, his erect penis before him like a pole. He
stands watching Debbie massage my feet and ankles, working her way up my legs.
I know that he wants to masturbate and relieve the pressure of his cum, but he
also knows that to do so without my permission would be dangerous.

"Come here," I say to him. He stands by the side of the bed and I wrap my
fingers around his cock. He throws his head back slightly closing his eyes at
my touch. Slowly I stroke his shaft. "Don't come yet," I warn him, "Not until
I tell you." "Yes, mistress," he says. Debbie pours more lotion into her palm,
glancing briefly at me stroking Robbie's cock. She applies the lotion to my
calves and shins. Another dab of lotion and she works on my thighs; first one
and then the other. She takes her time, savoring the feel of my hard quads.

"Kneel between my legs," I tell her. She kneels on the foot of the bed and
walks forward on her knees until she's between my thighs. She applies lotion
directly to my abs and begins massaging it into my skin. "Harder," I tell her
while increasing the tempo of my stroking to Robbie's cock. Debbie exerts more
pressure working her way to my chest.

"You may come, Robbie," I tell him and seconds later, he explodes sending cum
arcing across the bed to my chest, some of which lands on Debbie's face.
"Hmm," he moans as he sends a second load of semen onto my abs. Expended, he
says, "Thank you, mistress."

With two fingers, I wipe a glob of his cum from my abs and offer it to Debbie
who gratefully sucks it from my fingers. She makes no attempt to wipe the cum
from the side of her face, but continues to massage my muscles, applying
lotion and rubbing it in as well as Robbie's cum.

As she's leaning across my body, massaging my shoulders, I pull her body
against mine. I feel her breasts against mine. "Take her," I tell Robbie.
Robbie, without hesitation, crawls onto the foot of the bed and enters Debbie
from behind. She grunts as he penetrates her.

"I want you to take all twelve inches," I tell her. "Yes, mistress," Debbie
says softly between clenched teeth. 'I miss my mirrored ceiling,' I think,
'I'd like to watch Robbie screw her.' I move Debbie along my body until our
pubis touch. This also forces her to take more of Robbie's cock into her anus.
He begins to thrust and Debbie closes her eyes and grits her teeth, but does
not cry out. Robbie pummels her for ten or fifteen minutes in which time I
climax twice. Finally I see Robbie over Debbie's shoulder as he makes one
final thrust, before climaxing himself.

We lay there with Debbie between Robbie and I, regaining our breath. Robbie is
the first to move. Debbie rolls to the side of the bed and then stands with
some effort. I swing my legs to the opposite side of the bed and look down.
Debbie's sheets are soaked.

"Get dressed, Robbie," I tell him. He glances at Debbie, but leaves the
bedroom and walks back to the living room. I go to Debbie and put a hand on
each of her arms, "Debbie, don't say anything about this at the hospital, OK?"
"Yes, mistress," she says, "I won't, but will I see you again?" "You will," I
tell her, "but don't be giving Doctor Bennett any more blow jobs unless you
ask me first, alright?" "Yes, mistress, I promise," she says. "Good, by the
way," I tell her, "you got me to climax in record time. You have a talented
tongue baby." I kiss her deeply, again exploring her glorious mouth and
tongue.

I pad back to the living room where I pull my leggings on and then my T-shirt.
I step into my ankle boots. Robbie tells Debbie, "I'll see you at work." She
smiles and says, "You will," and then to me she says, "I'm glad I met you,
mistress, and I'm glad I could please you." "You did, baby, you did," I tell
her, putting the back of my hand to her cheek, "Good night." "Good night,
mistress," she says as we walk out the door.

As we drive from Debbie's, I see by the clock it's nearly one in the morning.
'It's been an eventful evening,' I think, 'and sexually satisfying. I lost
track of how many orgasms I've had, but Robbie still has to service my pussy.'
Smiling, I turn to Robbie and tell him, "When we get home, I want you hard,
baby, hard, do you understand?" He looks at me with sad, puppy dog eyes, but
before he can mutter a protest as to how tired he is, I remind him, "We were
interrupted by your call from the hospital."

"You are insatiable, mistress," he says softly, and I laugh. "You're right,
Robbie," I say, "I am insatiable, but you're not complaining are you?" "No,
mistress," he replies, followed by a yawn. 'God,' I think to myself, 'he has
no stamina.'

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