Alex - Party Episode 4, Part 2
by Muscle Fan
A fictional work of domination, muscle worship and brutality 


covert.1@hotmail.com

My name is Alex and I'm a dominatrix, but not merely a dominatrix, rather a
muscle dom. I love to control and dominate a submissive or slave, and at
six-foot, six-inches, I have no problem doing just that.

I'm not much of a party-goer, but this was hosted by a couple of Hollywood
'A-listers', so Robbie, my slave, and I went.

This is a conclusion to 'Alex - Party, Episode 4, Part 1'.

Other guests turned to see the new arrival. He gave a broad smile to the
others and moved into the room, greeting several of the guests. As he turned
back toward the hall, a beautiful brunette entered. She was short, perhaps a
little over five-foot tall, with shoulder length auburn hair and blue-gray
eyes that seemed almost transparent. She moved with a grace and athleticism
that exuded confidence. She was clad similar to her male companion with
leather chaps and a black nylon thong, but wore a black nylon string bikini
top whose triangular patches barely covered her nipples. She joined her man
and the pair chatted to other guests.

Ron Holms approached the couple and directed them to Eve. The four embraced,
kissing each other's cheeks. After a minute or two, Eve caught my eye and
waved me over. "Brad," she said, "This is Alex; Alex, Brad Johnson one of
Ron's leading men, and his wife, Simone." "Brad, Simone," I said, shaking each
of their hands. "Alex performs in her own internet series," Ron said, "She has
quite the following." "I can see why," Brad said, and then turning to Ron,
"and I suppose you're among one of her more ardent fans?" Ron only smiled and
Simone asked, "What happened to your tooth, Ron?" Eve chuckled and told her,
"Alex here knocked it out; it seems our Ron was going down on her and she
knocked out the tooth." Both Brad and Simone looked at me and I shrugged and
said, "What can I say, I guess I got carried away." The five of us laughed.

"You look familiar," I said to Simone, "are you in the movies too?" She
laughed and said, "No, I let that to Brad, I was a gymnast for some time."
Then it dawned on me, 'Simone Bardot,' I thought, 'Olympian and world champion
gymnast.' "I'm a fan," I told her, "I remember watching you in the Olympics."
"That was a few years ago," she said, "when I was younger and in shape."
"You're in great shape," I said, "you look like you work out." She smiled and
said, "Thank you, I try to stay in shape. You look amazing by the way, I think
you could out lift Brad." "She just may," Brad said, laughing. "Maybe," I
said, having no doubt that I could.

Eve glanced at the top of the stairs and I turned to see Robbie and Shelly
starting down. Eve smiled at Robbie. "Shelly is a super-model from the UK,"
Eve said. "Is that right?" I asked, "I hope Robbie didn't bruise her," and
chuckled.

The pair walked to where Ron, Eve, Brad, Simone and I were standing. "Did you
find Robbie to your liking?" I asked Shelly. She smiled and said, "Yes," and
gave a slight giggle, "he was very gentle, I hope I wasn't a disappointment."
"Not at all," Robbie said, "not at all."

"My, look at the time," Eve said, glancing at a grandfather clock, "it's
nearly midnight, time for the drawing." Eve made the announcement; "We have a
bowl on the table. In order to participate, the master or mistress will put
their slaves name on a piece of paper and put it in the bowl. The Master or
Mistresses will then draw their partners." The bowl she spoke of was actually
a dog dish on a side table. Guests queued up and wrote their names on slips of
paper, dropping them into the bowl. Eve had already staked her claim to
Robbie. 'This could be interesting,' I thought, looking around the room.

"There will be one less slave since I am claiming Mistress Alex', Robbie, as
my own," Eve said. This announcement was met by a few 'boo's'. She chuckled
and said, "So, Ron has graciously volunteered to go last." The boo's and
grumbling quickly turned to cheers. "Alex, since I am taking Robbie, please
draw your slave," Eve continued. I reached into the bowl and drew a slip of
paper. "Simone," I said, smiling.

The other guests cheered, and continued to do so until all the names had been
paired up. Brad drew Shelly and Ron Holms, our host, wound up with a young man
wearing spandex yoga pants. If Ron was disappointed, he didn't show it.

I took Simone's hand and led her to the stairs. As I took the first step, she
held back and said, "You'll be gentle, won't you, Alex?" I looked down at her
and took her chin between my thumb and index finger and said, "Of course, my
pet," and smiled reassuringly.

We entered the bedroom where Ron and I had been together. The broken bench
from the foot of the bed that I had destroyed had been cleared away. Simone
looked around the room. I went to the armoire and, as I had suspected, it held
a variety of sex toys. Several dildos, a riding crop, two strap-on dildos, a
pair of handcuffs, a ball gag and several lengths of rope. In a compartment
next to the sex toys were bottles of lotions, lubricants and oils.

I picked up a small vial of oil and smelled the contents. 'Jasmine,' I thought
as I turned to Simone. I stood in front of her. "Have you ever been with a
woman before, Simone?" I asked. "Yes," she said softly. I nodded. "Have you
ever been with a muscle dominatrix before," I asked. "No, mistress," she said
in a hushed voice. I smiled and said, "Don't be afraid, little one, I won't
hurt you unless you need disciplining, do you understand?" She nodded but said
nothing. I put my index finger under her chin and raised her head to look up
into my eyes. "You will answer when I ask you a question, is that perfectly
clear?" I asked sternly. "Yes, mistress," she said. I held her gaze for a
minute, my finger under her chin. "Good," I finally said removing my finger,
"Now get undressed." "Yes, mistress," Simone said.

She quickly shed the chaps, thong and string top that she wore. Faint tan
lines marred her otherwise perfect body. I touched her right breast and then
took her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, rolling the small orb. "Do
you and Brad go to the beach much?" I asked. "No, mistress," she said,
swallowing hard. "But it looks like you enjoy the sun," I said. "Yes,
mistress," she replied. "Do you and Brad have a pool?" I inquired. "Hmm," she
moaned softly, "Yes, mistress." "You should lay by your pool without a bathing
suit," I said and let go of her breast and traced the outline of her tan with
my fingernail, "and get rid of these ugly tan lines." "Yes, mistress," she
said.

I reached behind me and unfastened my top. While my breasts are not large,
they are all natural and firm. 'Actually,' I thought, 'they are hard and
muscular.' I looked down at my breasts and put a hand under them feeling their
weight. I touched the tip of my nipple with the tip of my finger. Simone
stared at them. My nipples are larger than hers. As I ran my finger around my
nipples, they became erect. "What do you want to do, Simone," I asked. "I want
to suck your breasts," she replied quickly. I smiled and laughed. "I was
hoping you did, go ahead, baby," I said, "suck my tits." She had to stand on
tiptoes to reach my breasts, her hand massaging one while she sucked on the
other.

I pulled away from her and placed my hands on my hips. "Remove my thong with
your teeth." Simone sank to her knees and took the top of my thong between her
teeth and pulled it down my thighs. I stepped from the small triangular piece
of material and said, "Suck my clit." She stared at my 'womanhood' for a
moment and then kissed it. I felt myself becoming aroused. "How big is Brad,"
I asked. Simone stopped long enough to say, "Six-inches," and then took my
clit between her lips. "Hmm," I moaned, as Simone sucked and pulled on my
clit. Fully erect, my clit is three-inches. As she sucked and teased my clit
her hands explored my butt.

"Get on the bed, baby, I need to climax," I said. She stopped and stood, and
then laid on the king size beds satin bedspread. I quickly knelt between her
legs and lowered my clit to her vagina. Now it was her turn to moan softly as
I penetrated her labia with my clit. I thrust as far as I could and then
withdrew slightly. Quickening my tempo, I climaxed quickly. 'I needed that,' I
thought.

I stood and handed Simone the vial of oil. "Here," I said, "Worship my
muscles." She stood and poured a small amount of oil in the palm of one hand
and began applying it to me, rubbing it deep into my muscles. Her hands were
firm and she massaged my muscles with all of her strength. Curling my arm, my
bicep exploded. "Is Brad a big as me?" I asked. She put both hands on my bicep
and said, "No, mistress." Holding on to my bicep with both hands, Simone stuck
her legs straight out and did a perfect chin-up. I laughed and said, "You're
light as a feather." She quickly did nine more.

I replaced the oil and selected the smaller of the two strap-on dildos from
the armoire along with a tube of lubricant. It was about seven inches in
length. "I'm going to fuck you now," I said, stepping into the straps and
tightening them, "lay down." She lay back on the bed; legs bent waiting as I
applied some lubricant to the dildo.

I poised the tip of the dildo between her labia and gently penetrated her.
When I was halfway, I began to slowly piston my hips. Simone's breathing
became rapid and she began to pant. Increasing my tempo, I brought her to an
orgasm in ten minutes, but I continued to pump. "Pl-please, mis-mistress,"
Simone pleaded, "stop." I realized that I had been pummeling her for more than
twenty minutes.

"I'm sorry, Simone," I said, stepping from the bed and unstrapping the dildo,
"I got carried away." "Th-that's OK, mis-mistress," she said, trying to get
her breathing under control. "Are you OK," I asked. "Yes, mistress, fine," she
said, "would you like me to fuck you with the strap-on?" I held up the dildo,
still glistening with Simone's cum, and studied it a moment. I stuck out my
tongue and tasted her cum. 'Sweet,' I thought. "Yes," I said, "but not with
this," and I tossed it aside. I went to the armoire and returned with the
larger strap-on. This one was about a foot long and thick. "This one will do,"
I said, handing it to Simone.

"Are you sure, mistress?" she asked. "Yes," I said and chuckled, "it's as big
as Robbie, so it won't be a problem." 'But it's smaller than the bench leg
that I fucked earlier with Ron,' I thought.

The dildo looked huge on Simone as she crawled on the end of the bed. With one
hand she guided the head of the phallic to my pussy and then thrust forward
trying to be gentle. I constricted my vaginal muscles pulling the dildo inside
me and Simone along with it. "Faster Simone," I said, "Faster" and Simone
pistoned her hips driving the dildo deep inside me. "Yes, baby, that's it,
make Mistress Alex come," I said. I climaxed and as I did, Simone laid on top
of me, bathed in sweat, the strap-on still inside me.

Grasping the girl on either sides of her rib cage, I lifted her from me and
held her above until the dildo was over my mouth. My cum dripped from the tip
of the dildo and I caught the drops on my tongue and giggled.

I lowered Simone beside me and she rested her head in the crook of my arm.
"Mistress," she said, "may I ask you a question?" "Certainly, baby," I said,
"anything." She hesitated and then asked, "Are you ever entirely satisfied?"
Now it was my turn to pause. "Yes," I said eventually, "Although satisfaction
is short lived. I require a lot of sex, either from Robbie, our housekeeper
Olivia or simply by masturbation, why?" "Brad only wants sex once a week and
then it's only for fifteen minutes, if that," Simone said, "I may not want sex
as often as you, mistress, but I want it more than once a week and for
longer."

I brushed a strand of hair from her face and said, "Have you told Brad this?"
"Yes, but usually he says he's too tired," she said, "and he does put in long
hours on the movie sets, and of course, sometimes he's away on location." I
thought about this and asked, "Are you sure he doesn't have a girlfriend on
the side?" "I can't say for certain, but no one has told me that he does,"
Simone said. "The wives are always the last to know," I said, "Let me ask Ron,
he'll tell me, and I'll tell you the truth." "Thank you, mistress," she said
and rolled over and gave me a kiss, her tongue exploring my mouth, while her
hand ran over my abs.

"You know, Simone, whenever Brad's away on location and you need to have sex,"
I said, "You can always give me a call." "Really, mistress?" she asked. I
chuckled, "Of course, baby," I said. "I'd like that," she said, and began
nibbling on my nipple.

Her fingers found the scar on my side and she looked up and asked, "What
happened?" "A man with a knife caught me off guard," I told her. Her fingers
slowly stroked the scar and she asked, "What did you do?" "I beat the shit out
of him," I said, "I could have killed him, but I didn't, but I did make him
pay for it," and I smiled. The thought of beating him made me horny.

I slid between Simone's legs; our pussy's touching and began to hump her.
Fifteen minutes later, we both exploded, wetting the sheets and each other
with our cum. I laughed as Simone fell against the pillows exhausted.

A clock on the nightstand read 1:15. "We better see where Brad and Robbie
are," I said. Simone stirred. I put my thong and top back on, Simone did the
same, carrying her chaps, as we went down to the great room.

Robbie was sitting on the couch, Eve, her head against his shoulder, was
naked. Brad was sitting in a wing chair with his feet on an ottoman. Ron sat
in another wing chair, a drink in his hand.

"Well, look at you two," Brad said, getting to his feet, "I thought I was
going to have to come find you," he said to Simone. She chuckled and said, "I
was in good hands," and turned on tiptoes to give me a kiss. "Hmm," Brad said,
"I can see that," and smiled, "We better be going, Simone." Simone went to the
table where the bowl and slips of paper were for the drawing hours earlier.
"Here," she said, handing me a slip of paper with her phone number on it,
"Give me a call." "I will," I said.

Ron and Eve walked Brad and Simone out, Brad not bothering to put on his
thong. 'I hope he doesn't get stopped by the police on the way home,' I
thought chuckling to myself. "Perhaps we should call it a night, too," Robbie
said getting to his feet. "I just need a word with Ron," I told him.

Soon, Ron and Eve came back in. "Ron," I said, "Is Brad having an affair?" Ron
looked from one to another. "Well, ah," he said, clearly caught off guard by
the question, "err, there's been talk, but I don't know for sure." I stepped
closer and looking him in the eye said, "Find out and call me." I put a finger
to his chest and applied a little pressure. He stepped back but was up against
the fireplace. I knew he was uncomfortable with my finger against his sternum.
In a soft voice that only Ron could hear, I said, "I could break your sternum
with just my finger, you know, so when you find out for sure, call me,
understand?" I took my finger away and Ron rubbed his chest. "Yes, mistress,"
he said softly. I knew the bruise would be a reminder for him to call me.

We collected the balance of our clothing from the large closet. "Thank you for
having us," I said, "and don't forget to call me," I told Ron. He nodded,
"Yes, mistress." "Thank you, Robbie," Eve said, "thank you for everything."
Robbie smiled and said, "It was nice to meet you both," and shook Ron's hand,
and then gave Eve a hug. "Hmm," she said, dropping her hand to his thong, "I
hope to see you again." Robbie smiled and we turned and left.

On the way home I turned to Robbie and said, "Eve seemed pleased." Robbie
smiled and said, "I guess none of her leading men have 'measured up' to our
performance tonight." And then laughed at his own joke. "Don't be so full of
yourself, stud," I said, "but I did notice you attracted a lot of attention."
"Me?" he asked, "If anyone attracted attention it was you. From the moment we
got in the house, everyone was looking at you." I laughed and said,
"Especially Dominique Dupras, that bitch, I didn't expect her to be like
that." "Well, I admire you for showing restraint," Robbie said, "I know you
wanted to kick her ass." "I did, but Ron did that for me," I said.

We rode in silence for a few minutes and then Robbie asked, "What was that all
about with Ron anyway?" "Simone is afraid that Brad is cheating on her," I
said. "Based on what?" he asked. "Based on the fact that his sex drive is
low," I told him, "he only wants her once a week." "And you asked Ron Holms
about it," he asked. "Yes, I told Ron to check it out and let me know," I
said. "And what will you do if Ron tells you that Brad is being unfaithful?"
he asked. I thought about that for a minute and said, "Well, that's up to
Simone, I suppose, but she may want me to pay Brad a visit and show him the
errors of his ways." Robbie chuckled and said, "Something tells me that you'd
like to pay Brad a visit, but if it comes to that, you have to be careful with
his face, he is a movie star you know and you can't crush his testes either."
"Tsk, tsk," I said, "You're taking all the fun out of disciplining Brad."

We arrived home and I went to my bedroom and took a long hot shower. 'That was
an interesting party,' I thought as I toweled off. 'Note to self,' I thought,
'Don't buy Dominque Dupras' perfume any more, that bitch needs to have her
attitude adjusted.'

And so I slid between the sheets thinking of ways I'd like to teach the old
bitch, Dominque, a lesson and quickly fell asleep.

Please let me know if you enjoy the adventures of 'Alex' at
covert.1@hotmail.com

Thank you,

Muscle Fan