Full Gorilla
by Sonofjack, sonofjackwell@gmail.com
She made a pathetic, groveling slave out of the world's strongest man


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This is adult material and should not be read by anyone under the age of
eighteen.

Some stories I sweat and struggle over. Some seem to come from nowhere almost
fully formed. This was one that strung forth with such suddenness that I could
hardly type fast enough to get it out. I hope you like it.

If you have any comments, please, email me at sonofjackwell@gmail.com

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My name is Doug Kirk, and I am a slave. Right now I##m down on my knees
scrubbing the kitchen floor in what used to be my house with a toothbrush.
I##m dressed in a pair of tiny speedos and a frilly French maid apron. This is
the way my master demands that I dress around the house.

I hear the front door open which means my master is home. This sends twin
chills through my body. On the one hand I##m thrilled that my master is home
because I live to serve her every command. I grow more in love with my
beautiful master every day. On the other hand, I##m terrified that I##ve done
something to displease her and she will be forced once again to beat me
severely.

I lower my head and redouble my efforts to make sure the kitchen floor is
spotless. I find this is the safest action to take until I am able to
determine what kind of mood my master is in.

##How##s the floor coming, Slave,## she asks.

##Fine, Master,## I reply.

##It sure is taking you long enough,## she points out.

##I don##t mean to criticize, Master, but it might go a little faster if you
allowed me to use a bigger brush,## I say timidly.

##What did you just say?## she asks her voice full of menace.

##I##m sorry, Master, I meant no disrespect,## I whimper. When will I learn to
keep my big mouth shut?

##Stand up,## she demands.

##W-w-why?## I ask.

##Because I want you to be standing when I knock you down. That way you##ll
have farther to fall.##

##Please, Master, please don##t hit me,## I beg.

##I have to, Wimp. You know the rules, you had the nerve to question me, and
you must be punished.##

Of course, I knew she is right. I DO deserve punishment. I have no right to
question my master##s authority on any level. She is the absolute ruler of my
world and as such, her slightest word even on the most trivial matters should
be taken by me as if it was the word of God. Still, I didn##t want to be
beaten again.

##Please, Master,## I plead, ##I##m so sorry I questioned you.## I get on my
belly on the floor so that I can be as low to the ground as possible. I crawl
over to where she was standing and began kissing her feet. ##Please, Master,
(kiss kiss) don##t use your (kiss kiss) awesome and terrible strength to (kiss
kiss) punish me. I know I deserve it, (kiss kiss) but please, (kiss kiss) show
mercy on my (kiss kiss) weak male body just this one time,## I beg.

##But if I let you get away with something this time, you might expect me to
let you get away with it again. Don##t you see, Slave, that I HAVE to be firm
with you or else you might get the crazy notion that you are my equal.##

I know that she is right. I also know that begging her not to beat me won##t
help. Trembling uncontrollably, I stand up, close my eyes and wait for the
impact. The next thing I know I##m flying across the kitchen. I land hard on
the kitchen table smashing it to pieces in the process. There is a terrible
pain in my jaw where my master struck me. I test it to see whether or not she
broke it again. Thankfully she did not. Despite the pain and fog in my head, I
stagger to my feet.

##You big oaf! You smashed my table. Can##t you be more careful where you
land!## I don##t dare tell her that once she sends me flying through the air
with one of her powerful punches that I have very little control where I land.
I don##t tell her for fear that this time she might put me through the wall.

##I##d make you pay for that table except that I know that you don##t have any
money,## she says. It##s true. The millions of dollars I once earned now
belong to my master. I have nothing except the clothes on my back, three meals
a day and a roof over my head. I only had those things due to the grace of my
generous and beautiful master.

##What do you say, Slave?## she asks.

##I-I##m sorry, Master,## I reply.

##And what are you sorry for, Wimp##

##I##m sorry for suggesting that I needed a bigger brush than the one you
provided,## I say, ##And I##m sorry that my disrespect made it necessary for
you to knock me across the room.##

##And what else?## she asks.

##Oh! I##m sorry that I broke our table,## I say

She bristles and asks, ##Whose table?##

##I##m sorry, Master, I meant to say ##your table##,## I correct myself.

##Very good, Slave,## she says. Then she walks over to me and puts her hand
softly on the side of my face. ##You know why I will always rule and you will
always obey, don##t you?##

##Because you are so strong, and I am so weak,## I say by rote.

##That##s right, Slave, and don##t you forget it.##

The irony is, I##m not weak #" at least not by the standards of most people.
In fact, it##s very possible that I##m the strongest man in the world. I##m
not bragging. I actually have five World##s Strongest Man titles to back up
what I say. The last two times I competed in the World##s Strongest Man
contests, I not only won the overall competition, but I came in first place in
every individual event as well.

In fact, I so dominated every World##s Strongest Man contest I was in that I
grew bored and went looking for a new challenge. That##s when I became an
ultimate fighter.

As an ultimate fighter, I was short on technique but high in strength, agility
and intensity. I won all of my matches by simply going wild against my
opponents using a style that my fans dubbed going ##full gorilla##. ##Full
gorilla## was just a fancy way of saying that I overpowered and overwhelmed
them with power and speed. I was also known for my ability to take anything
anyone threw at me in the way of punches, kicks, elbows, head butts and
whatever other body parts I was hit with.

No one had ever managed to even knock me down until the first time my master
hit me. With one punch, she not only knocked me down, but she knocked me out!

In less than a year I won the UFC world heavyweight championship. This is when
the really big endorsement money began pouring in. With money and fame came
other perks including beautiful women throwing themselves at me. I didn##t
take most of them seriously. It was obvious that they were all gold digging
bimbos who were much more in love with my money than with me.

Then I met Lisa. She was the ring girl at one of my UFC title defenses. I
think I fell in love as soon as I saw her strutting around the octagon in her
bikini between rounds. Her stunning 36D-24-33 figure memorized me. Between
rounds, all I could do was stare at her lovely face and form. I actually
prolonged the fight a few rounds longer than I had to just so I could watch
her make more laps around the ring.

As soon as the match was over I went over and asked her out. When she said
##yes## I considered winning the fight to be my second greatest accomplishment
of the night.

During our first date, I fell under the spell of Lisa##s beautiful green eyes
and her enchanting smile. At the end of that first date, we made sweet love,
and we have not been apart a day since then. In the world of UFC, we became
known as beauty and the beast.

As a side-line I also participated in some professional wrestling pay-per-view
events with the two major professional wrestling promotions. I took on giants,
hulks, rocks, show-stoppers, macho men, kings, main events and even one chump
who was billed as ##the world##s strongest man##. Even through professional
wrestling is fake, I made sure that all of the professional wrestlers I faced
knew that in real life I could beat their asses.

I even got a few small parts in some low-budget action movies. By this time I
was raking in the dough, and I thought I was on top of the world. But the
greatest triumph of all was when Lisa agreed to be my wife.

This is when I made the mistake that changed my life forever. A few days
before we were set to get married, I asked her to sign a prenuptial agreement.
She refused. She argued that it wasn##t necessary since we were going to be
married forever anyway. I tried to explain to her that it was no big deal.

##It##s just something my lawyers and business manager are insisting on,
Baby,## I told my beautiful wife-to-be.

##But I##m not marrying your lawyers of your business manager,## Lisa replied.

We went back and forth like this for hours. Finally I said something stupid. I
said, ##If I didn##t know better, I##d think that you were just another gold
digging bimbo!##

##But you DO know better, right?## she countered.

Of course I did. I knew she wasn##t what I accused her of being. I had the
chance to confirm it, but my stupid male pride got in the way. ##I##m not so
sure anymore,## I said.

##Douglas Vincent Kirk, you take that back right now or so help me . . . . ##

##What? What are you going to do about it?## If she##d said something like
##never speak to you again## or ##leave you forever## I probably would have
backed down.

Instead she said, ##I##ll beat the shit out of you!##

This made me laugh. The very thought of a beautiful 5##5##, 115 pound girl
beating me up made me laugh hysterically. After all, I was ten inches taller
than her, and I outweighed her by more than double. Plus I was all hard muscle
and she was all soft, feminine curves.

##You##d better stop laughing you big jerk,## she warned. I could tell that
she was furious. I knew I should stop, but again my pride got the better of
me. I was the toughest man in the world. What would it look like if I backed
down?

##I may be a big jerk,## I chortled, ##But at least I##m not a gold digging
bimbo.##

I saw a flash of her small fist flying at my face, and then there was
darkness.

When I woke up, I was in the middle of the octagon I had installed in the
basement gym of my mansion. I was dressed in my fighting clothes. Lisa was
standing over me in a skimpy bikini.

Sitting up and rubbing my bruised jaw I asked, ##What happened?##

##I knocked you out with one punch,## Lisa informed me.

##That##s impossible,## I said.

##Stand up, and I##ll do it again,## she said.

I struggled to my feet. ##You may have gotten in a lucky punch,## I said,
##But now that I##m ready it will never happen ag-##

That##s as far as I got. I saw the flash of her small fist and then blackness
again. This time after a minute or two, Lisa slapped me gently on the side of
my face until I came to.

##Now do you believe me?## she asked.

##Yes,## I answered.

##Good, because I want you to understand that from now on, I##m in charge
around here.##

I pretended to go along and once again I struggled to my feet. When I was sure
that Lisa wasn##t ready, I attacked her going ##full gorilla## on her. No one
#" not even the toughest, strongest men in the world #" had ever been able to
withstand one of my ##full gorilla## attacks.

Lisa beat me like I was an unruly child. I tried to overpower her in every way
I could. She consistently countered every move I made and proved again and
again that compared to her awesome strength, I was as helpless as an infant.
The thing that was most alarming was that she overpowered me with so little
effort. The superior smirk never left her face as she tossed me around the
octagon time and time again.

Finally, I relented. ##Please, Lisa, don##t beat me up anymore,## I begged.

##Are you ready to submit to my authority now?## she asked.

Crying with shame and humiliation I answered, ##Yes, only please stop the
pain.##

##So you acknowledge that I am you superior in every way?## she asked.

##Yes,## I blubbered.

##Then say it,## she demanded.

##You are my superior in every way,## I admitted.

##And from now on, you will obey me without question or hesitation,## she
said.

##Yes,## I agreed.

She slapped me hard across the face knocking me back down again and said,
##That wasn##t a question.##

I started to get back up again when she said, ##Who said you could get up?##

##No one,## I admitted.

##Then stay down there on the floor where you belong. That is where you
belong, right? Don##t you belong on the floor worshipping me?##

##Yes, Lisa,## I agreed.

She turned her back to me and pulled down her bikini bottoms exposing her ass
to me. ##Have you ever seen a finer ass than that?## she asked.

##No,## I said which was true.

##Wouldn##t you like to kiss that sweet ass?## she asked.

##Yes, Lisa,## which was also the truth.

##Beg. Beg me to let you kiss and lick my ass,## she demanded.

##Please, Lisa, let me kiss and lick your sweet ass,## I begged.

##What if I say no?## she asked.

##Then I will cry like a baby and continue to beg,## I answered.

##And why is that?## she asked.

##Because I really, really want to kiss and lick your ass, but I know that I
can##t unless you give me your permission,## I answered.

##And what if you try to do it without my permission?## she asked.

##Then you will continue to beat me severely,## I answered.

##That##s right,## she said, ##I think we have an understanding now.## After
she allowed me to worship her sweet ass for a half hour or so she bent over
and lifted me effortlessly into her arms. She carried me up two flights of
stairs into the master bedroom on the second floor. We made love more
passionately that night then we##d ever made before. She did things to my body
that night that brought me greater pleasure than I ever thought was possible.

After collapsing in her strong arms from sheer exhaustion, I began to fall
asleep thinking that maybe after proving her point, Lisa would allow things to
go back to the way they were before. I was just about to fall asleep when Lisa
asked me, ##What are you doing?##

##What do you mean?## I asked.

##I mean, what in the fuck do you think you##re doing?##

##You mean falling asleep?## I asked.

##Yes,## she answered.

Not being fully in tune with the new world order of our relationship yet I
said, ##Excuse me for falling asleep in my own bed.##

Lisa roughly picked me up and threw me across the room. ##From now on this is
MY bed,## she explained.

I got up and started to walk out of the room. ##Now where are you going?## she
asked.

##I##m going to go sleep in one of the other rooms,## I answered.

##What if I need you to rub my feet or get me a drink of water or lick my
pussy in the middle of the night?## she asked.

##Well, Honey, if you don##t want me in the room and you don##t want me out of
the room, what am I supposed to do?## I asked.

##First of all, you##d better change that tone if you don##t want another
ass-kicking,## she said.

##Sorry,## I said meekly.

##Second, I never said I wanted you out of the room; I only said I want you
out of the bed.##

##So where am I supposed to sleep?## I ask.

##On the floor at the foot of my bed like an obedient dog,## she explained.
##There##s an extra blanket in the closet.##

I went to the closet and got the extra blanket. ##There##s no pillow in
here,## I said.

##You don##t deserve a pillow, Slave,## she said. This was the first time she
called me ##Slave##. Maybe I should have rebelled against being called that
right then. There were two reasons why I didn##t. Once is that I was scared
that she would kick my ass again. The other reason is because somehow the
title of ##slave## seemed . . . right. So instead, I covered myself with my
one blanket and curled up on the floor at the foot of my master##s bed and
went to sleep.

For awhile after that I tried off and on to assert what was left of my manhood
and made token efforts to resist Lisa##s total domination of me. Whenever I
did, however, Lisa would simply beat the bejeezus out of me and put me back in
my place. Then I got the brilliant idea that if I worked out and got even
stronger that I might be able to take her down. I started secretly sneaking
away to the basement gym every time I had a chance and working out. Sure
enough, through hard work and perseverance I became even stronger. When I was
able to bench press and power lift greater weights than the official world##s
records, I thought that maybe #" just maybe #" I might be able to take her.

Then one day Lisa called me down into the basement. She informed me that she
knew all along that I##d been secretly working out. She told me that she
allowed me to continue because she liked me being as buff as possible. ##Even
though your huge muscles are much weaker than my smaller but more powerful
muscles, they still look good on you,## she explained.

She went on the explain, however, that if I had any notion of becoming more
powerful than her, that I should get that notion out of my head, or she would
be forced to beat it out of me. To prove what she said was true. She forced me
to show her how much I could bench press, power lift, etc. Then she showed me
that she could easily lift twice that amount of weight without even straining.

In fact, when I showed her my power lift, she showed me that not only could
she lift twice that much weight off the floor, but that she could lift it over
her head. To make sure I really got the point, she then dropped one of her
arms and began to pump the huge weight with just one arm.

##Now do you get the point that you will NEVER be even half as strong as me?##
she said.

##Yes,## I replied as I dropped to my knees in utter submission. I asked for
permission to crawl over to her feet so that I could kiss and lick them. She
granted me permission. After worshipping her feet for the next hour, I asked
my master if she would grant her lowly slave one more favor.

##What##s that?## she asked.

##May I see your muscle?## I asked.

##Certainly,## she said and did a sexy bicep pose for me. Her biceps were not
huge like mine, but they were much larger than one would expect on such a
petite woman.

##C-can I touch it?## I asked.

##Yes, you may, Slave,## she granted. I could not believe how hard and dense
it felt. Clearly she had infinitely more power packed into her compact muscles
than I had in my huge, bulging ones.

There was one other thing I wanted to do to her pretty biceps, but I was too
nervous to ask permission. She must have read my mind however because she
asked, ##Would you like to kiss one of them?##

##Yes, Master, please, let me kiss one of your awesome muscles,## I pleaded.

##Beg for that privilege,## she demanded.

##Please, Master,## I begged, ##Please, allow me the great honor of kissing
one of you awesome and terrible biceps. Please, allow me to demonstrate my
worship of the source of your complete power over me.##

##Since you put it that way, okay,## she said. At that moment I felt luckier
than I had ever felt in my whole life. As I slowly and tenderly lowered my
lips to kiss her strength, she reached over and affectionately caressed my
penis with her soft yet incredibly powerful hand. At the exact moment my lips
made contact with her muscle, she gave my dick a gentle squeeze.

The orgasm that resulted was so intense that my knees buckled and I fell to
the floor in an erotically charged heap.

It was shortly after this that Lisa began making be wear my speedos around the
house. She also insisted that I continue to work out every day because she
said she liked looking at my big muscles. Ironically, I##m in the peak
physical shape I##ve ever been in, but since I don##t compete in any sports
anymore, my near physical perfection is reserved solely for my master##s
pleasure.

At the one year anniversary of the first time Lisa knocked me out, she forced
me to officially sign over one hundred percent of my assets to her. She
explained that it was time that everything I owned should formally be hers
since that I had informally belonged to her for a year now.

That night she invited me to her bed, but instead of fucking me hard like she
usually did, she simply cuddled with me. She had a melancholy look on her
face.

##Is there something wrong, Master,## I asked.

##I was only thinking of what might have been,## she said.

##What do you mean?## I asked.

##I was thinking of what might have been if you hadn##t said what you said to
me a year ago and forced me to beat your ass,## she explained. ##I think that
we could have had a happy life together as a married couple if you hadn##t
acted like such an ass.##

##But we can still be married, Master. You know that I will do anything you
tell me to do.##

##Of course I do, Slave,## she said, ##But I don##t think we can ever be
married at this point. Things have gone too far.##

##But I love you more than ever,## I told her truthfully.

##I know you do, and part of me still loves you, but I no longer respect
you,## she explained. ##You##ve been my bitch too long to ever be my
husband.##

I began to cry. I began to cry because I knew she was right. And I knew that
it was all my fault.

##Get out of my bed if you##re going to cry, you pussy,## she said.

##I##m sorry, Master, I##ll try to stop. Please, don##t kick me out. Please,
let me cuddle with you and feel your strong arms around me,## I sniffled,
trying hard to suppress my crying.

##No! I can##t stand your whining,## she said. She forcefully pushed me out of
bed, and I took up my usual place on the floor at the foot of her bed.

##And if I hear so much as one sniffle out of you for the rest of the night,
I##m going to come down there and beat you half to death,## she said.

##Yes, Master,## I said, and I somehow stopped crying despite the utter
despair I felt. My gigantic fear of my master trumped every other emotion.

A few minutes later I heard a sound that sounded like muffled crying coming
from Lisa##s direction. ##Master?## I whispered.

##What do you want, Fido?## she said, clearly annoyed.

##Are you . . . crying?## I asked.

##Of course not!## she said. Even thought she tried hard to suppress it, I
could swear I heard the slightest tremble in her voice.

##Are you sure, Master?## I asked.

##Are you insane or just plain stupid, Slave? Shut up!##

##Yes, Master.##

A few minutes passed.

##Slave?##

##Yes, Master?## I asked

##Thanks,## she said.

##For what, Master?##

##For loving me even though . . . .##

####Even though## what?## I asked.

##Go to sleep now, Slave,## she demanded.

Soon after that Lisa began inviting groups of girlfriends over to the house,
and making me wait on them. She loved to humiliate me in front of them by
showing them how easy it was for her to overpower me.

##See, girls, this is how to train a man,## she would say as she took my hands
in hers and forced me to my knees. She would make me beg her not to beat me up
in front of them. She made me get down on my knees and kiss her feet and ass
while they watched. She##d make me swear my undying love for and obedience to
her to while he friends squealed with laughter at my expense.

Then she became friends with two girls named Nancy and Nicole. Both of these
women were almost as beautiful as Lisa. Nancy in particular had the biggest
tits I##d ever seen. However, the REALLY remarkable thing was that both of
these women were almost a strong as Lisa! In case you have any doubt, ##almost
as strong as Lisa## translates to ##much, much stronger than Doug Kirk##. To
prove it, they would take me down to the basement gym and take turns throwing
me around the octagon. Sometimes two of them would actually play the
children##s game ##keep away## from the other using me as the ball!

If I was lucky, once they tired of tossing me around, sometimes the three
superwomen would allow me to watch as they performed phenomenal feats of
strength in the gym. If I was REALLY lucky, Lisa would give me permission to
masturbate while I watched.

One of the most humiliating things Lisa makes me do is to take me out clubbing
with her. She loves to humiliate me by making me wear a dog collar and a
leash. When we get to the clubs, she shows off her dominance of me by making
me kneel submissively at her side while she sits at the bar or at a table.
When guys come up to her and ask her to dance, she tells me to ##Stay!## and
makes me watch while she goes out onto the dance floor and grinds up against
other men.

When she really wants to show off for the crowd she makes me perform tricks
like ##sit up## and ##beg## in front of the club patrons.

She also likes to demonstrate her sexual dominance over me in public. By this
time, she has so much control over me that she knows that all she has to do is
kiss me passionately and lightly graze my crotch with her pelvis or hand to
make me cum. She##ll order me to kiss her, and she##ll moan seductively. When
she knows that I##m on the brink of losing control, she##ll gently bump or
squeeze my groin and then pull back in time for everyone watching to see the
cum stain growing in the front of my pants. Then she##ll make me resume my
position kneeling obediently at her feet.

The one upside to when we go clubbing is that when we get home, she##s usually
very, very aroused. That means that she going to fuck me rather than beat me
into submission that night.

The absolute worst, however, is when she tells me to put on the full French
maid##s uniform. That means that she will be going out by herself that night
and that she will be bringing home a man #" or sometimes men #" to entertain.

Such nights usually go something like this. Lisa will come home around
midnight with some wimp she##d no doubt been flirting with all night. She
always picks wimpy, preppy types because she knows that this will make my
humiliation even worse.

Shortly after arriving, she will ask the wimp if he would like anything to eat
or drink. Then she rings a little bell to summon me from the kitchen. Of
course, the sight of me in my uniform never fails bring a surprised reaction
from Lisa##s guest.

##Oh my God, I thought you were kidding about that,## they usually say.

Lisa will then smirk and say, ##Why are you so shocked? I told you that Doug
Kirk was my personal slave.##

##Is that really THE Doug Kirk?## the wimp asks.

##Why what##s the big deal?## Lisa asks in return.

##The big deal is that Doug Kirk is probably one of the toughest men in the
world,## the wimp will say (or something very similar).

This will cause Lisa to stand up and say, ##What? This big wimp?## Then she
will do something to show how easy it is for her to overpower me. She##ll
usually cause just enough pain for me to grovel and beg for her to stop.

This will inevitably cause the wimp to become incredibly turned on. Lisa will
respond by making out with him while making me stand and watch. After
forty-five minutes of heavy making out, Lisa will usually announce that she##s
going to ##slip into something more comfortable.##

She will encourage the wimp to order me around while she is gone. She will
assure him that I am there to wait on him hand and foot and to serve his every
need while she is gone. This usually brings great joy to the wimp who was most
likely bullied by guys like me in high school. They almost all revel in
ordering me around until Lisa gets back.

There was one little prick who enraged me so much that I came close to taking
his fucking head off. Before I could however, Lisa grabbed me and beat me so
severely that I never tried that again.

Once Lisa reappears however, the wimp forgets all about me. That##s because
Lisa is always dressed in something lacey and revealing that shows off all of
her incredible curves and beauty in the best light. Then, making sure that
I##m still watching, Lisa will tell the wimp that that even though she##s
strong enough to make the strongest, toughest man in world HER slave that
tonight she belongs to him, and that she will do whatever it takes to please
him.

This usually means that she will give the wimp a mind-bending blowjob or a
titty fuck #" the same kind of things she used to do for me once upon a time.
Eventually, she will carry the wimp upstairs to the bedroom where she will
continue to be his sexual plaything for the rest of the night.

The next morning she will make me serve them both breakfast in bed while she
continues to do things in front of me like licking marmalade off his balls.

About the only variation on this scenario is that occasionally she will bring
two men home. One time to really impress them she showed two wimps that she
could beat me up and make me grovel at her feet with just the strength in one
of her fingers!

After knocking me across the room several times with just one finger she
asked, ##Would you like me to continue beating you up with one finger?##

##No, Master, please stop,## I begged.

See looked over at the wimps who both had their dicks in their hands
masturbating. ##But my two new friends seem to be enjoying the sight of
watching a pretty little girl beating the crap out a huge, muscle-bound man
with just the power of one of her dainty fingers.##

##Even so, Master, please, I##m begging you to show me mercy,## I whined.
##It##s not fair that you beat me like this for the enjoyment of others.##

##Why? Isn##t that what you used to do for a living? Didn##t you beat people
up for entertainment?##

See had a point, I had to admit. This caused me to break down even more.
##Please, Lisa, I love you! Please, don##t humiliate me like this just to
entertain two guys that you just met. It##s not fair that a beautiful woman
like you is also so much stronger than me.##

##And yet that##s the way it is,## she said with the supreme confidence of a
goddess. ##I##ll tell you what; we##ll leave it up to my two new friends.##
She looked at the wimps again. ##Do you two think it##s fair that a woman as
beautiful and sexy as I am is also strong enough to beat up the world##s
strongest man with just her finger?##

They both nodded vigorously in the affirmative.

##And would you like to watch me continue to do so despite his pathetic
groveling and sniveling?##

Again, they nodded ##Yes.##

She looked back at me and said, ##The people have spoken.## I had to spend two
days in bed recovering from that particular beating.

I know that she##s not really serious about any of these guys because she
never brings home the same men twice.

So this is my life now. It##s been three years since the night that Lisa took
over my life. Since then it##s been an endless cycle of pain, domination and
humiliation. Lisa knows that she owns me completely. She used to warn me not
to try to escape saying that she would hunt me down and beat me half to death.
She doesn##t even bother to warn me anymore because she knows that I won##t
try to escape.

She knows that I don##t want to escape. Despite how bad it gets sometimes, I
still love Lisa with all my heart. I##m still just as mesmerized by her beauty
as ever. I have to admit that I##m also very turned on by her super strength.
Every day I think about how our lives might have turned out. I know now for
sure that she wasn##t after my money. She could have easily taken my money
away from me any time she wanted. Now it##s all hers anyway. All I have left
is the honor of serving my beautiful master and worshipping at her feet.

That, and every once in awhile #" like maybe once every two months or so #"
when Lisa is in just the right mood, she##ll let me spend the night in her
bed. She##ll let me caress and kiss her muscles and suck and lick her
spectacular tits and ass. She##ll even admit that she still loves me.

Those are the nights that I live for.

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