My Muscle Mistress - Interview and New Housemate
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com



Mistress Liz had agreed to give an interview to a reporter from the Observer.
The reporter, Megan, was writing a piece on alternative lifestyles. This is
the conclusion of the interview ... and the beginning of a new life.

Megan - "John, let me start with you, we just had incredible sex, have you
always been so masterful in bed?"

John - I chuckled, "Not at all, I owe a lot of my ability in bed to Mistress
Liz, Maya and Colleen. They've provided me with the tools and guidance to
develop the stamina and techniques we shared."

Megan - "Are you attracted only to strong muscular women?"

John - Smiles. "No, not exclusively, but they are my preference; but if you're
asking whether I enjoyed our sexual encounter, the answer is yes."

Megan - "Can you explain why that is?"

John - "Why I enjoyed our sex?" I asked, "Or why I prefer strong women?" This
was met with a smile and shake of Megan's head. "I like a woman who isn't
weak; one that has not just muscle tone, but definition. I prefer a strong
independent woman, one I'm not afraid of hurting."

Megan - "Maya, how do you fit into this household?"

Maya - "I've been with Mistress Liz the longest and I'm her right-hand-man, so
to speak, or should I say, right-hand-woman. I take care of the books and
manage the house, and yes, I'm a strong independent woman." She smiled and
looked at me.

Megan - "Do you consider yourself a dominatrix?"

Maya - "Yes, I do."

Megan - "So there's actually two dominatrix' in the house?"

Maya - "Yes, however, I'm subordinate to Mistress Liz."

Megan - "Colleen, do you consider yourself a dominatrix?"

Colleen - "Oh, no, I'm here to serve Maya and Mistress Liz as well as the two
men."

Megan sat studying her notebook in front of her for a minute, and then made an
entry. When she was finished she said, "So, Mistress, how does your dominatrix
lifestyle fit into your professional life?"

Liz - "My lifestyle suits me well in my professional life. It helps me achieve
what I want. Whether I have to use sex, intimidation or become physical, I get
what I want."

Megan - "You become physical at times?"

Liz - "If necessary, but that's the exception rather than the rule. Once in a
while a business counterpart will make an unsolicited advance, so I need to
get physical with him or her. Usually alcohol plays a role in their poor
decision making."

"Thank you for being so candid with me," Megan said, closing her notebook, "I
really appreciate it. I'll send you a draft when I've written the piece. May I
call you mistress if I have anything else?"

"By all means," Liz said, "now come, lay here and get a little sun on that
body of yours." Megan stowed her pen and notebook in her tote bag and got up
from the table and sat on the edge of chaise next to Liz.

"Let me put some of this lotion on you," Maya said, getting to her feet and
taking a bottle from the table next to her. "I don't want you to burn." She
sat on the same chaise as Megan and she turned her back so that she could
apply the lotion to her back. Maya ran her hand slowly over Megan's back,
massaging the liquid into her skin.

"Stand up," she said once done with her back. She stood and Maya put a small
amount of lotion in the palm of her hand. She rubbed her hands together and
then slowly applied the liquid to Megan's stomach and down her legs. Maya
worked the lotion in and lingered at Megan's newly shaved pubis.

"You certainly know how to treat a guest," Megan said as Maya finished. Maya
stood and Megan laid on the lounge. "No longer embarrassed or nervous, Megan,"
Mistress Liz asked. "No, you've made me feel right at home," she said. "Good,"
Mistress Liz said.

The California sun took its toll and soon I nodded off. I'm not sure how long
I slept, but when I woke, everyone was still sleeping. As quietly as possible,
I got up and padded into the house to use the bathroom. As I stood in front of
the toilet, I studied myself in the mirror, flexing my biceps.

The door behind me opened and Maya stood watching, a smile on her lips.
Standing behind me she raised her arm and flexed. Her bicep swelled and was
noticeably larger than mine. I was a bit surprised and turned to her. "Do you
like that, John? Not as big as Mistress Liz, but bigger than yours," she said
and smiled. I wrapped my arms around Maya and held her close. "As a matter of
fact," I said, "I do like that," and I let my one hand drop down to the curve
of her back while my other felt the hardness of her bicep.

My rapidly growing erection touched her abs. Maya looked into my eyes and
said, "It looks like Megan wasn't enough for you, let's go to my room and I'll
take care of your need."

Maya turned out of my arms and opened the bathroom door. Leading the way I
followed her to the stairs, but before we could go up to her room, Megan came
into the entryway. "I wondered where everyone ... " and she stopped in
mid-sentence when she saw my erection. "Oh, I'm sorry," she said, "I didn't
mean to interrupt," and was about to turn away when Maya said, "Come with us,
Megan," and grabbed her wrist.

Megan didn't protest, nor did I complain. Maya lead the way to her bedroom and
shut the door after I entered.

"Look, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to intrude," Megan said, and Maya quickly put
a finger to her lips to silence her. "Shh, baby, haven't you heard of the old
saying, 'the more the merrier'?" Maya asked, "This started when I showed John
my bicep, show her your muscle, Johnny." I flexed my right arm and Maya did
the same standing in front of me. "Whose is bigger?" she asked Megan. Megan
put her hand on Maya's bicep and stroked the muscle. Maya embraced Megan and
kissed her lips, exploring the reporter's mouth with her tongue.

There's something erotic about watching two women kiss, their hands exploring
each other's body. Maya lifted Megan as if she were weightless and sat her on
the bed. "Lay back," Maya told her and then moved Megan's legs apart. She
began to kiss the inside of her thighs and then tenderly her labia.

Maya positioned herself so that the back of each of Megan's knees was on
Maya's shoulders as she continued to pleasure her with her tongue. I guided my
shaft to Maya's vagina from behind and slowly but steadily inserted myself.
The feel of her tight vaginal muscles surprised me as she squeezed my penis. I
placed a hand on each of Maya's hips and enjoyed her strong muscles seemingly
'stroke' my cock. I wasn't sure how long I could hold off climaxing but I knew
from past experience that if I came too soon, Maya would be upset and it was
never good when Maya was upset. The only thing worse was having Mistress Liz
upset.

I could tell by the moaning and mewing that Megan was making that she had had
at least one orgasm and possibly more. Then Maya stopped and said, "That's it
baby, that's it," and her panting became deeper until she climaxed. I came
moments later.

Megan was on her back on the bed trying to catch her breath when Maya climbed
on the bed as well and straddled the girls face. Looking down at Megan, Maya
sneered, "Lap me, bitch, I want you to suck that cum from my pussy, do you
understand?" "Ye-yes, mistress," Megan said between breaths.

Maya put her hands behind her head and stretched her muscles. I watched as her
back muscles jumped. As she brought her arms across her chest, her trapezius
muscles flared. 'She's becoming a muscle mistress in her own right,' I
thought.

She stood on her knees and again looked down at Megan. "Good girl," Maya said
"how do you like being a dominated by your mistress?" I expected Megan to
complain or try to crawl from under Maya's muscular legs, but she said, "I
like it, mistress," and she began to rub Maya's quads. Maya chuckled and said,
"From now on, you're mine, do you understand?" "Yes, mistress," Megan said.
"Good, now go get my shower ready," Maya said and allowed Megan to escape from
under her legs.

She stepped off the bed and looked at me. "What?" she asked, "You didn't think
she'd want to go back to her old life did you?" "Maybe she wants to," I said.
Maya laughed, "Silly boy, she used that interview as a cover to come here,"
Maya said, "She wants to be dominated. Now you'll excuse me, but Megan and I
have to shower," and she padded to her bathroom.

Dismissed I headed for the door but not before glancing through the bathroom
door at Maya and Megan embracing each other, Megan's hands holding on to
Maya's hard butt.

Mistress Liz was just coming in from the patio. "Mistress," I said, "Is Megan
going to stay here?" She put a hand to my cheek and said, "Maya wanted a
'playmate', so she turned Megan." "Wait, what," I said, not really
'processing' what she was saying, "Maya wanted a playmate?" "Yes, Maya, in
case you haven't noticed, has become a strong dominatrix," Liz said, "I don't
know how long she'll be able to live here with me. She'll be hard to replace,
but she asked if I would mind if she kept Megan."

My mind was reeling, "Would she move out?" I asked. "Yes, when she feels the
time is right," Liz said, "It would be difficult to have two strong doms in
the same house." "I suppose," I said, thinking about that, and then asked,
"What did you mean that she 'turned' Megan?" "For lack of a better term," Liz
said, "Maya intimidated Megan into servicing her and becoming her slave.
Frankly I was surprised at how easy it was."

That evening, the six of us sat at the kitchen table. It was like other
nights, except that Megan was with us. 'Maya's Megan', I reminded myself. She
was quiet and spoke only when spoken to. "I'm glad to see you didn't get burnt
lying outside," Colleen said to Megan. "Yes, its good that Maya put lotion on
me," and she put her hand on her mistress' hand, "Otherwise I would have
burned."

"Will you be going to work tomorrow?" I asked Megan. She shot a look at Maya
who nodded once and then told me, "Yes, I'll go in to the office and edit my
piece. I'll bring a draft home for your review." She was looking at Mistress
Liz, who said, "Thank you, Megan, I trust you will write an upbeat article."

Other than this brief exchange, Megan was silent through most of the meal.
Maya and Megan went to Maya's room after dinner.

The next morning I was mopping the entryway when Megan came down the stairs.
She had on a short black skirt, cream colored blouse and black blazer. She
wore a pair of four inch stilettos. I knew the clothing and shoes belonged to
Maya. She smiled at me and then said, "Maya is going to ask for help this
afternoon in picking up some of my belongings from my apartment, will that be
a problem?" "No, not at all," I said, "Megan, are you happy with your decision
to be Maya's girl?" Before she could answer I saw Maya standing at the top of
the stairs, one hand on the bannister, one on her hip.

"Don't be late, baby," Maya called down to Megan. Megan smiled and replied, "I
won't, mistress," and turned and went out the front door. I glanced back to
where Maya stood and she said, "Get back to work, Johnny boy, that floor isn't
going to clean itself," and she chuckled as she went back to her room.

Mistress Liz asked if I'd help Maya and Megan. What choice did I have? Maya
was becoming more and more 'obnoxious' for lack of a better word. Mistress
Liz, while stern, was compassionate and caring for those under her. Maya
bordered on being abusive.

I followed Maya and Megan to Megan's apartment, a neat, but small one bedroom.
"We don't need any of the kitchenware," Maya said, "grab the clothing you need
and we can go." The three of us went to the bedroom and Maya pulled open the
top drawer of the dresser. As with most top drawers, Megan's was filled with
underwear and bras, pantyhose and camisoles. Maya pulled out a pair of plain
red cotton panties and held them up, and wrinkled her nose. She laughed and
said, "You won't need these, baby," and ripped them apart before tossing them
on the floor, "I'll pick out a few pair for you." She rifled through the
drawer selecting high-rise briefs and thongs.

Megan opened the wardrobe closet door and pulled out a suitcase and sat it on
the bed and opened it. She pulled clothing out of the closet and tossed them
on the bed and then began folding skirts and blouses and placing them in the
suitcase. "It's obvious you will need some new clothing," Maya said, watching
her, "something that will correspond to your new lifestyle." "These are for
work, mistress," Megan said. Maya took a skirt that Megan had folded and
placed in the suitcase and held it up to her waist. The hem of the skirt was
about two-inches above the knee. "You're not an old lady, Megan, why do you
wear long skirts?" Maya asked and threw the skirt back into the suitcase.

I was helping to fold clothes. Maya opened the drawer to the nightstand, and
then turned to look at Megan a smile on her face. She pulled out a vibrator
and giving the end a twist, it hummed to life. "How often do you use this,"
Maya asked. "Not often," Megan replied, "once or twice a week." "Hmm," Maya
said, "not very big," studying the flesh colored phallic, which was perhaps
eight-inches long.

Maya lifted the hem of her mini-skirt and inserted the vibrator into her
vagina. She smiled as she slowly inserted the entire shaft; it's humming
becoming mute as she used her index finger to insert the final half-inch or
so. "Nice toy, baby," Maya said smiling, "I'll let you have it when I'm done
playing with it, OK." "Yes, mistress," Megan said, clearly upset, but went
back to packing her suitcase.

I continued to fold and pack whatever Megan had tossed on the bed. Megan went
to the bathroom to pack her toiletries. "Do you have a trash bag," I asked
Megan as it was clear that not everything would fit in the suitcase. "In the
kitchen cabinet next to the fridge," she called out from the bathroom. I went
to the kitchen and returned minutes later with a couple of trash bags. I put
what clothing wouldn't fit in the suitcase into one of the bags.

"I'll clean out the refrigerator," I told Maya and went back to the kitchen
with the other plastic bag. I had filled two trash bags with items from the
fridge, taken them to the dumpster which was across the parking lot and
returned as Megan and Maya came into the small living room. "There's still
some final clean up to be done, but we can do that later," I said. "You can do
that later," Maya said, "right now I need to get home and have sex, this
vibrator is making me horny." I took a plastic trash bag and Megan's suitcase
to the car while Megan carried her cosmetics and toiletries.

We pulled in the driveway and Megan and I carried the bags upstairs to Maya's
room. "Where would you like these, mistress," I asked. Maya who had already
removed her blouse turned and looked at us. "Just sit them by the door," she
said, reaching behind her to unzip her mini-skirt.

Not only had Maya's demeanor changed but her physical appearance had as well.
Looking at her standing there at the foot of her bed, wearing only her
stiletto ankle boots, she looked to be a true dominatrix. Her muscles were
larger and well defined. Thick veins crisscrossed her forearms, a large vein,
thick as a rope, ran down her oblique muscle to her pubis. With one hand on
her hip, she traced the thick vein slowly from near her arm pit to her labia.

Megan, being new in the house, probably wasn't aware of Maya's transformation,
but I was, and apparently so was Maya. "You like the 'new Maya', don't you,
Johnny?" she asked not taking her eyes off of the vein she was running her
index finger along. "Huh," I asked. She stopped and looked at me and smiled,
"You like my new body, don't you baby?" "Yes, mistress," I said, but told
myself, 'be careful.' The smile continued, and she said, "Then you may fuck
me. But first, Megan, I need for you to get your plaything from my pussy."
"Yes, mistress," and Megan knelt in front of Maya.

What Megan or I expected wasn't what Maya did next. Maya bent slightly at the
knees and there was the faint 'crack'. "Hmm," Maya said, tightening her
abdominals. Her defined eight-pack looked rock hard. Another faint 'crack' and
Maya spread her legs so they were shoulder width apart. With a soft grunt, she
expelled the broken vibrator, the shattered plastic falling to the floor.
"There's your vibrator, Megan," Maya said, with a smile, "It may have been
good enough for you but it was no match for my pussy." Megan gathered the
three plastic pieces as well as the battery from the floor.

"What that little toy did do though was make my pussy crave more," Maya said.
"Feel how wet I am, Meg," she said, "Taste me." Maya quickly swiped two
fingers across her labia and held her dripping fingers so that Megan could
suck them. "Do you like that, baby?" she asked and Megan nodded. "What!" Maya
said firmly. "Yes, mistress," Megan said.

"Finger me, my little bitch, feel how wet I am," Maya said. Megan parted her
labia and inserted two fingers inside her mistress. Maya looked at me and
said, "Get undressed, sissy boy, I want to see that cock of yours." I quickly
pulled my shirt over my head and unsnapped my pants. By the time I let them
fall to the floor, I was totally erect.

"I see you like Mistress Maya," she said, and ran her tongue over her lips.
She raised her right foot and placing it on Megan's left breast pushed her
away. "Come here, Johnny, mistress needs you inside her," she said, sitting on
the bed and inching backwards.

Megan looked up at me as I went to the bed and with no foreplay, ran my cock
into her waiting pussy. She was wet as her muscles clamped down on my shaft,
holding me in place. "Let me do the work," she whispered in my ear, and began
to flex her muscles, running them along my penis. Minutes passed as she
stroked my cock until I could resist no more. I came.

"You bitch!" she hissed, "I thought Liz trained you better than that. Get off
me! Megan, get my strap on." As I rolled off the bed, my erection subsiding, I
watched Megan scurry to the armoire and return with a strap on dildo that was
perhaps fourteen inches long. She stepped into the straps and fastened the
Velcro bindings.

"Should I lubricate it, mistress?" Megan asked. Maya chuckled and said, "No,
sweet cakes, that won't be necessary, I'm ready," and with that Megan
positioned the head of the dildo at Maya's labia and slid the shaft inside. I
had no recourse but to watch as Megan serviced her mistress for the next
twenty minutes.

Once Maya had had multiple orgasms, she said, "OK, Megan, I need to shower and
get some rest. Why don't you sleep with John tonight." "Yes, mistress," Megan
replied unsnapping the strap on and putting it back in the armoire. "Oh, and
Johnny," Maya added, "Go easy on Megan." "Yes, mistress," I said.

Megan and I did everything except 'go easy'. She seemed to enjoy her role as
Maya's submissive and was becoming quite the expert at sexually pleasing her
partners.

After numerous orgasms, Megan was lying against my shoulder. "Meg, are you
happy living here?" I asked. "Yes," she said, "I know Maya can be rough, but
she treats me pretty well." "You know there may come a time when Maya and you
will have to leave," I told her. "Why?" she asked. "With one dominatrix in the
house, a second would be difficult to accept," I said, "I don't think Mistress
Liz would want to divide the house."

Megan laid there in silence for a while and then said, "I see what you mean. I
wonder when Maya would move out?" "It may be sooner than later, what will you
do?" I asked. "I don't know, but I don't think I can go back to my old,
mundane, lifestyle," she said. "I'll just have to make that decision when the
time comes, but for now, let's get some sleep."

To be continued ...