| subject | Bench press kg | Squat kg | Barbell curl kg | Dumbbell curl kg | | Amber | 236 | 458 | 117 | 49 | | Tom | 10 - empty bar | 1 - broomstick | - | 3 |
Regards
Emendatae team
PS: As well as the strength improvement, the muscle gain is very important. Remember that you can stop the program at any moment but you can't go back, gains are for ever.
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March 01
Today, i told Tom that i had really enjoyed when he kneeled before me last week, and, that i wanted him to always kneel when he was with me. I added that he wasn't authorized to stand before me anymore, when we are alone, that he has to kneel or crawl on all fours, like a pet, unless i allow him do stand.
As i expected, he refused and I collared him again. This time, i fixed a 20 lbs dumbbell to a short leash which was 10 lbs itself, so he had to carry 30 lbs permanently. This way he could move, but i doubted that he could stand for long.
i was right. He remained no more than five minutes carrying the dumbbell, or with the dumbbell hanging between his legs, before he had to sat on the floor. His puny muscles couldn't help him and the pain in his back became excruciating.
I motioned him to come next to me, as i lied on the couch. He grabbed the dumbbell with both hands and held it between his legs, his sore muscles forcing him to wince comically. He approached quickly, knowing very well that he couldn't hold the weight for long, and he sat on the floor, between my legs. I turned the volume up on the TV, as my documentary was beginning, and picked up the dumbbell by rote to curl it, which i did unknowingly while i caressed Tom's hair with my other hand. On the first reps, however, i noticed Tom's struggles when the chain tensed, and i realised what i was doing, but i didn't stop. He moved closer to a more comfortable position, and i continued to curl peacefully, watching the TV.
Half an hour later, when commercials started, i was still curling the small weight. I had probably switched hands from time to time, forcing Tom to change his position, but i haven't noticed because he did it unflinchingly. I let the dumbbell on the floor and caressed his hair. Then, i asked him to bring me a shake before the documentary start again. He kneeled, grabbed the dumbbell, and stood up painfully.
'Yes, honey' he answered, before he turned to the kitchen.
I patted his tiny ass and pushed him slightly.
'Come on!'
His arms were completely straight. Of course, that wasn't very easy for him to move, but he couldn't curl the weight anymore, not even an inch. Anyway, holding the dumbbell like that, relieved slightly his bruised neck. The collar was very tight.
I watched him to join the kitchen with difficulty, amused, realising that i had just curled the same dumbbell, one handed, for what should look like an eternity to him.
A moment later, he came back without the shake.
'I'm sorry, hun' he said. Then he kneeled and continued, '... I can't bring you the shake... I need both hands to hold this.' he added, looking down to the dumbbell.
'You don't have to wear that, remember?... That's your choice.' I said
'Please, take it off...'
'No!' I replied, '... Unless you accept my rules...'
He lowered his gaze and gulped. 'I though you loved me, Amber. Why are you doing this to me?' he asked.
I grabbed the leash and pulled him closer.
'That's because i love you, hun, that i have to train you properly. Do you understand?... No, of course, you don't.' I said, standing up and lifting him one handed in the process. He hung to the chain, while the dumbbell balanced at the other end.
'... Let me to explain you.' I added, 'But before, i want you to look at this...'. With that, i flexed my other arm in front of his eyes. My huge biceps grew and hardened slowly, to reach easily 25" as it was pumped from the curls I had performed a moment ago. He was terrorized.
'Do you really want to upset me, honey? Is that what you want? Look at these muscles! Feel them!.'
'Please, hun, release me.' he managed to say, as he grabbed my wrist to relieve the pain on his neck.
I extended my arm at full length and i let him to fall on the floor with the dumbbell. He squirmed on the floor, for a moment, holding his collar with both hands, trying to catch his breath. I crouched close to him and caressed his hair.
'You know what a bitch i am when i menstruate. You know how irritable i am. Can you imagine what these huge muscles can do to your pathetic body if you upset me? Can you? I don't want to hurt you, hun. You have to learn to obey to whatever i command you, at any time, and despite how much humiliating it is. The quicker you accept your fate, the sooner i release you. That's for your own good, to protect yourself against me.'
I went to the kitchen to have my shake and came back just as my documentary started again. He was sitting at the same place, looking at me with watered eyes, and a glance which obviously was asking me to detach him.
I sat on the couch, ignoring him, and watched the TV. I know perfectly that he was looking at me all the time. His gaze wandering on my big muscles. He was probably imagining how hard they feel, how they smell, how warm they are. He probably wanted to caress them. It doesn't pass long before he came between my legs, he crawled to me silently, and he nestled his head on my thigh, in a comfortable position to watch the TV. I patted his head gently in return and he moaned slightly.
'Do you want some?' I asked pointing to the shake.
'Y... Yes' he answered timidly.
I spilled some shake on the floor and pretended to ignore him. I heard him to lap the precious liquid and smiled. I glanced to him, he had his hands on his back, and used them only to wipe his mouth when he had finished.
We spent the following hour watching TV. Meanwhile, he kissed my thighs from time to time, he rubbed his cheeks on them, or he massaged my big calves with his small hands, barely making a dent in the hard muscles but trying his best to please me. When the documentary finished, he was sleeping at my feet. I stood up carefully to not wake him up and went to bed silently, letting him to recover where he was.
March 02
This morning, when Tom woke up, i was already eating in the kitchen. I motioned him to the bowls under the table and he knelt cowardly, not daring to say a word. He lapped some water in the first one, then he ate the remains of my breakfast in the other one. He has been careful to keep his hands on his back, as expected, he's a quick learner.
All the day long, he followed me, standing at first, then mostly on all fours, as he was more and more exhausted with the dumbbell attached to his neck.
Maybe tomorrow i detach the dumbbell. Depends on his behaviour.
March 02
Yesterday evening, she said that i had to always kneel before her.
I couldn't accept that! I had to show her that i was a real man. Actually I'm not sure anymore.
She just smiled and attached me to a huge dumbbell -at least it was huge to me, it's insignificant to her. She explained me that she did it for my own good. I don't know what to think about this. My feelings are confused and contradictory.
Today, i didn't go to work, she didn't want to release me and i couldn't decently go to work with a dumbbell attached on the neck. Anyway, i couldn't carry it more than a couple of minutes before having to kneel. I preferred to stay home. I have followed her, all the day long and granted all her wishes or commands like a servant, and, oddly, i enjoyed to please her, i felt useful and beloved. i'm sure she enjoyed too so i hope she's going to change her mind and remove my collar.
March 03
This morning, Tom entered in the kitchen on all fours. He greeted me, then he went directly under the table to eat his breakfast.
I patted his head gently, and told him that i had invited his boss to diner.
'What?! You can't do that, honey! I don't want him to see me like that!' he shouted as he stormed from under the table.
I smiled and told him that his boss was coming at eight, and that i wanted him to prepare the dinner. With that, i grabbed his leash and pulled him close to me. I unfolded the buckle and liberated him from his collar.
'As long as you obey me, i won't use this again' i said showing him the collar, '... Now, finish your breakfast and do the chores. I want the house clean.'
He looked at me in disbelief, massaging his bruised neck, then he smiled and went on his knees to kiss my thighs gratefully.
'Thank you, honey! Thank you!' he said.
I spread my legs slightly, allowing him to see my awaiting pussy, and started to caress my inner thighs with his hand. He stopped kissing me instantly. I don't know if he was looking at my growing clit or my huge muscles as i massaged them, but I felt his hands to tremble on my big muscles. I moaned softly and spread my legs a lil more, inviting him to come and lick my now dripping wet pussy. He advanced slowly, still trembling and pushed his tongue deep inside me. His upper lip rubbed my clit, gently on the top. His tongue massaged the lower side, pulling on it, as if it could stretch it, make it bigger, longer, thicker. Oddly, i felt it grow bigger than ever. The only though of my big clit rubbing his face propelled me to a level of lust and pleasure i never imagined. I tried to resist but i knew instantly it was too late, i was coming. I quickly put my hands on my knees, preventing me to clamp my legs and crush him between my meaty thighs, then, I roared like a beast as the orgasm hit me. In the motion, i had pushed the table away with my big tits, so i had a good view on Tom's head. Even with my thighs apart, my flexed muscles prevented him to escape, I came all over his face, ejaculating for the very first time.
As i pushed him away, panting heavily and trying to recover, i really realised what i had done. He was dripping wet, his face covered by a thick white liquid which obviously was my vaginal fluids. I grabbed him by his armpits, throw him on the table, on his back, and ripped his underwears apart. Then, i took his huge member in my mouth. I didn't even suck once, he came immediately. I swallowed all his hot cum, milking his member carefully, trying my best to not waste a single droplet. I let his cock to slip out of my mouth with a loud 'POP!' , then i moaned loudly, relaxed as i was, wiping my lips with my fingers, looking at him with a big smile. We remained there silently, for a while, recovering, then i went to the shower.
'Don't worry, honey' he said, '... I'm going to clean everywhere. You're going to be proud of me.'
When i came back from the gym this afternoon, he was still in the kitchen doing the dishes. As soon as he saw me, he wiped his hands and kneeled.
'Now, what have we here? I said, '... Isn't he a perfect little husband? I continued caressing his hair, 'Come on! continue what you were doing, honey, i need to take a shower and dress properly to the diner'.
'Yes, hun' he said as he quickly stood up and plunged his hands in the sink to finish his task.
He was trembling, that was difficult to not notice.
'What the matter, honey? Aren't the chores done as i told you?'
'No! No! Of course, i did all the work.'
'So what?'
He lowered his gaze shyly, like a child who doesn't dare to ask for something. He was so cute.
'Tell me, honey...' I commanded.
'Are you... Are you going to...' He gulped, the stress was too much for him, '... Are you going to humiliate me before my boss?'
'Oh, poor little thing! Come here.' I said, holding my arms before me, '... don't worry about that. As long as you're a good boy, i will be a perfect housewife. I just expect that you obey me. Can you do that?'
'Yes, i will obey. anything you wish, honey.'
I patted his head and went to shower.
A moment later, i heard the doorbell, then Tom talking to someone. They were arrived. Tom's manager Allan, and his wife Jenna.
I looked at me through the mirror and adjusted my dress, pulling down on the tight tissue which barely covered half of my muscular thighs. Then, I cupped my huge breasts and nestled them comfortably in the smaller cups of my bra. I pulled on the straps to let them precisely at the end of my astonishing traps, and finally, I flared my lats a last time, to check the elasticity and the resistance of the tissue. I smiled. I was huge ! Still feminine but incredibly huge and scary.
When i entered in the living room, Allan was still standing, talking with Tom. He didn't notice me because i was behind him, but Tom did. He went speechless and checked me from head to toes. Jenna noticed his reaction and looked above her shoulder. She immediately grasped her husband wrist and squeezed. She tried to pull on his arm to force him to look at me but she wasn't strong enough. She should be 5'1", maybe 5'4" in her heels, which made her the same height than Allan.
'Hello!' I said, smiling from my 6'11", as i leaned to her for a welcome kiss. She wanted to say something but her body didn't respond, still frozen by the sight of my humongous frame. 'Hello!' I added turning to Allan, '... Nice to meet you.' I took his hand we shook hands silently. Then, i stood slowly to my full height, looking right in his eyes while the whole process. When i reached my standing position, his gaze wandered over my oversized muscles, stopping a long moment on my arms, 26" pythons are quite unusual. He mumbled something, too low to be intelligible, and took his wife's hand in his own. He reminded me those small children who are afraid when comes the presentations with a stranger and who grabs their mother's hands to feel safe.
'Take a seat, please' I said with an engaging voice.
Allan and Tom sat in the armchairs without a word, while Jenna sat at the far end of the couch. I could have sat at the other end, but i prefered to sit close to her, knowing very well that she couldn't help but compare her frail body with mine.
My bodyweight was close to three times hers, so, when i sat, her tiny frame was propelled against mine. She had to put her hands on my arms to prevent to fall on my lap. She looked at me with a shameful face. I smiled.
'Sorry!' we said together. That was funny. I laughed, but she just lowered her gaze, she was too embarrassed to laugh.
'Don't worry' i said, '... that happens a lot.'
I glanced to Tom.
'May you turn the music on, honey?' i asked.
Tom stood up instantly and did as i said.
'... Something relaxing should be nice, Jenna needs to relax a bit' I added, smiling to the lovely brunette close to me, taking her hand in mine, and caressing it gently.
Jenna smiled shyly. She was about to tell something but the music started and she changed her mind. I glanced to Tom and Allan, ignoring her for a moment, but i didn't release her soft hand and continued to rub it gently on my thigh.
'I have prepared some punch. It's fresh and tasty. Would you like to have a few, Allan?'
'Sure, thank you'
I kept Jenna's hand trapped in mine, against my massive quad, and leaned forward to pour four glasses of punch with my free hand. I felt Jenna's little fingers to curl slightly, trying to make a dent on my hard muscles while i served the punch. I was sure she was going to try. They all want to try. They probably want to know if my muscles are as hard as they look, and of course, they are harder.
I gave one glass to Allan, then one to Jenna who was looking down to my thighs. She had just realised how hard they were. She glanced to me, a bit embarrassed, knowing perfectly that i was reading her mind.
She smiled shyly. I smiled back.
Then, I took a glass on the table, and had a sip. She couldn't help but stare at my huge biceps.
'Muummm!... Isn't it wonderful?' I asked, as i took another sip, giving my arm a full flex just before Jenna's green eyes.
'Yes, it is' she answered.
'You haven't tasted it yet!' I teased, '...the punch, you haven't tasted it...'
'Oh! the punch? Of course. Sorry, i was thinking about something else. Don't worry, i'm sure it's delicious.'
'Please, honey' i said, glancing to Tom, '...May you bring the appetizers i have prepared?'
'Sure!' he answered, turning back to the kitchen.
Despite he had prepared the punch, the appetizers and the whole dinner, Tom didn't argue anything. Of course, he was afraid of my reaction, but, somehow, i'm sure he liked to let them assume that i had done the work, as a servile housewife.
We chatted a bit, before we went to dinner. None dared to talk about sports, knowing very well where the conversation would have ended. I have to confess that i felt a bit frustrated, i'm so proud of my body. Nevertheless, i knew that was only a matter of time.
During the dinner, Tom and Allan discussed about work, Jenna and me discussed about clothes. She is a very pretty brunette and obviously she likes to show off, like me. I'm sure she likes to be the centre of attention. Sadly, this evening, she wasn't anymore, and i felt bad. I'm sure we are going to be very good friends. I really appreciate her so I tried my best to make her comfy and relaxed.
Allan, on the contrary, is a jerk. Not only, he mocked her all the evening but he acted as well with Tom. Unfortunately for him, he did an unforgiving error, he said Jenna a bitch. I wasn't going to tolerate this in my house. I stood up, making my chair to fall backward, grabbed him by his collar and lifted him off the floor one handed.
'This is enough, Allan. There is only one bitch here, and that's you.' I said, walking around the table with him hanging at arm length. I grabbed Jenna's hand and I pulled her out off her chair, then, I lowered Allan before her.
'Now, bitch, you're going to apologize or i break every bone you got' i spat menacingly to Allan. Jenna looked at me shyly and lowered her gaze.
'That's ok, Amber, let him go, please' she said with a trembling voice. It was obvious that she feared Allan's reaction. I tried to reassure her.
'Relax, Jenna. He's not going to annoy you anymore.' I said, forcing him to bent his knees. I took both his arms and forced them behind him. I held them hight on his back, forcing him to lean forward, preventing him to move.
'Slap him until he apologizes!' i commanded her.
'But...'
'Slap him, Jenna!... That will be worse if i do it myself.' i flexed my huge biceps to emphasize. She was petrified. 'Do it!' i repeated.
She slapped him once, gently, then twice. He didn't want to apologize.
She did it again and again, harder. Small bruises started to show off on his face. His shoulders were hurting like hell. Still, he didn't want to apologize, on the contrary he threatened her.
'You're going to pay for this, Jenna. You're going to know what real bruises are when we get home.'
I looked at Jenna quizzically. She lowered her gaze. That was too much.
'You're going home alone, you, fucking bitch. Jenna stays here tonight'
I pulled him on his feet and punched him, right in the face. A loud 'CRACK' echoed in the dining room and he fell to the floor unconscious. His nose was broken, blood was flowing out of his nostrils and ruining the floor.
I glanced to Tom and motioned to Allan. He nodded. He's so smart, he didn't even ask what to do.
I grabbed Jenna's hand reassuringly.
'That's OK, Jenna, you're going to sleep with me' i said, 'Tom, you know where to sleep tonight. Breakfast for everyone at eight!'
I carried Jenna to my bed and she felt asleep immediately.
I will have a good talk with her tomorrow.
March 03
Today, Amber has invited my boss and his wife to dinner, without asking me, as if my opinion didn't matter. At first, I was a bit annoyed. Now, it's worse! I think i just have loosen my work. On the other hand, i'm glad that Amber had punched him like a heavy bag -not that heavy in fact-. This guy is an asshole. You should have seen her, lifting him like a ragdoll, jerking him at arm length, then punching him and knocking him out with a single punch. I think that she has broken his nose too. what a woman!
All that happened so quickly!
In a matter of seconds, he was cold in the floor, unconscious. All went so calm. Amber was so peaceful. She pulled Jenna against her, then she caressed her shoulder softly, reassuring her with her tenderer voice, smiling to her motherly, like an older sister.
I was almost jealous, i would have loved to be between her huge arms to feel the hard muscles to massage my softer body, to feel how they change their shape with the slightest movements she does. Just thinking about it made me hard, but i assume none of the girls noticed. Then Amber called me, pulling me out of my revery. She wanted me to put Allan in his car and to clean the mess he had done unknowingly. She didn't tell anything but i knew that was what she expected from me. I nodded and pulled Allan to the entrance, then outside. I couldn't lift him to sit him in his car, he seemed so light in Amber's hands, and now he was so heavy to me. My hardon grew bigger. I tried my best to lift him. No way! He was simply too heavy, or maybe i'm too weak for him. I let him on the ground next to his car, thinking about how Amber could have done it without the slightest effort.
When i returned to the house, the girls were upstairs in the bedroom. I quickly cleaned the blood on the floor, then on the wall. I checked the furnitures then i cleaned the table and did the dishes silently.
I have prepared the kitchen too, anything must to be ready at eight o'clock. Now, I'm in the basement, lying on a mat.
Shit! My pants are soaking wet, i'm done. Time to sleep.
March 04
When Jenna get up this morning, i was already in the bathroom taking a hot and relaxing shower.
The steamy water hit my hard muscles loudly, as i approached the showerhead, yet it barely massaged them. Instead, the water bounced on them and followed their deep contours to finally drip on the floor noisily. Nevertheless, i was enjoying that. I just had to relax the muscles under the stream, to feel a smooth caress on my skin and tingle. I always enjoy when i make my tight body to shiver. And this morning, that was better. My bulging muscles were oiled by a thin coat of soap which made my golden skin to glisten under the water, and the slightest moves produced dancing glints on it. I can help but to marvel at the sight of my own body. Despite the noise of the water, i heard Jenna clearly. 'OMG! That wasn't a dream!'
I turned to face her and smiled. She was completely naked too. Her brown hair nicely spilled on her small shoulders covered almost her upper body, letting just imagine her curvy shape because of her large hips and her perky tits. I extended my arm with an inviting smile.
'Come on, Jenna, approach. You need a hot shower. I will help you with that.' I said, wipping my face with my hands and pulling my hair backward to see her better.
I noticed her gaze. It went instantly to my huge biceps, as they tightened forming two big balls of muscles almost as big as my head. Each relief was enhanced -as if needed- by the morning sunlight and showed off my big goddess like body. She didn't seem afraid like Tom was, she just was mesmerized, maybe aroused.
I lowered my hands and rubbed my abs slowly, massaging them, pushing hard on them, to allow my fingers to find their path between the bulging muscles. They were hard, so hard! I kept my hands there for a moment, waiting for Jenna to enter in the shower with me.
Then, i lowered my hands a bit more, closed my eyes, and caressed my clit with my fingertips. I felt Jenna's hands on my abs and i flexed them.
Each muscle was more than able to fill her small hand. She grabbed them one after the other, trying to make a dent in them, with no avail. Her moanings were arousing me. She lowered her hands to my hips then to my ass. She caressed my hard balls of muscles and rubbed her cheek against my lower stomach. I moaned loudly and my moans pulled her out of her revery. She looked at me shyly and kissed my abs.
'Thank you. He deserved a good beating' she said.
She stepped back slowly, letting her hands to caress my hips, as if expecting me to grab them and prevent her to go. That was exactly what i did, i grabbed her, then, I pushed her against the wall. She looked at me, her mouth ajar, a timid smile on her lips, clearly inviting me to take her in my mighty arms. She closed her eyes and exhaled loudly. Then, she swung her hips against the wet wall sensually. Was she trying to seduce me? That wasn't necessary. I was already horny as hell. I leaned forward, let my hands on the wall, each side of her lovely face, and I kissed her on her juicy lips. As expected, she returned the kiss without an hint of resistance. That was a really tender kiss, it made me hornier. I needed more, way more. I stuck my tongue in her mouth wildly and explored it. Unknowingly, I had slided one thigh between her legs and had slowly lifted her to eye level. She was now straddling my massive quad, with her feet hanging a foot off the floor. I could have not noticed if she hadn't started to rock her hips back and forth, rubbing her hot pussy against my muscles.The sight of this petite girl fucking my leg was so exciting that i started to finger myself.
In a matter of seconds we were so aroused that we moaned and roared so loud that Tom probably heard us from the kitchen. None of us bothered, we continued to please us until we came, moaning, shouting and roaring like beasts.
We remained a moment silent, looking at each tenderly, recovering with big smiles on our lips, the hot water barely covering our loud pantings. Then, we soaped each other silently, finished to shower, and wiped each other.
'How big are they?' she asked as she was wiping my titanic arms.
When i told her that my arms were 9" two month ago and that they are now 26", she almost fell on the floor, her trembling limbs unable to keep her straight on her feet. Of course, she never had measured her arms or legs to compare but she just realized that my arms were bigger than her waist.
Inevitably, we talked about sizes while we kept wiping our bodies. Jenna mensurations are 33B-23-35 which makes her pretty curvy with her petite frame. She told me that she would have preferred to be taller and rounder. I smiled, remembering how i was two months ago.
I demanded her to feel my arm, and flexed it before her eyes.
'Would you like to have arms like these, Jenna?'
'If i could, it would be heaven.' she answered, assuming instantly that was impossible. Her lovely eyes filled with tears.
'Deal!' i said with a big smile, and before she could react, i pulled her to my dressing and gave her an old short and a T-shirt, 'Put this on! It's time to eat something then hit the weights'
March 04
when Jenna and Amber entered the kitchen this morning, they were radiant. Jenna was wearing Amber's old clothes and was very sexy. Still, she was insignificant close to my sexier wife. Amber kissed me, then sat and invited Jenna to do the same.
'Tom' she said, '... Jenna is going to live here for a couple of months. She's going to go through the Emendatae program. I expect you to treat her as if she was me. And for now on, you're going to act as if we were alone. Is that clear?'
'Yes, Amber. I understand' i answered, kneeling immediately before her.
'Good boy' she said. Then she motioned to the bowls on the floor, next to her '... Bring me your bowls, i'm going to give you something to eat'.
I complied and she gave me a small part of the breakfast i had prepared to her and Jenna. Meanwhile, i had lowered my gaze, avoiding to meet Jenna's eyes. Not that i was ashamed but i didn't want to comment anything about my behaviour.
'What are you doing, Amber?' Jenna asked.
'Isn't it obvious? I'm giving him his meal' she answered, holding the bowls for me, 'Usually, he eats under the table. I hope you don't mind.' she added as i went on all fours.
'Err... No' Jenna answered, not really understanding what was going on.
Amber nodded and i started to eat as expected, with my hands on my back. Jenna looked down, under the table, and watched me silently for a moment. I didn't care. I just continued to eat and licked the bowl when i had finished.
'I know. That's weird.' Amber said, '... but you're going to appreciate that very soon... Just imagine Allan at your feet like him' she added with a big smile as she patted my head with a wink.
'Oh, sorry, Amber' i said, '... I have forgotten to tell you. Allan phoned this morning... He said that he doesn't want Jenna to come back home and that she can go to hell.'
Amber glanced to Jenna and took her hand in hers.
'Don't worry about that. That's not like he had a choice. When you'll have guns like these...' she said, giving a full flex to emphasize, '... his feelings won't matter anymore.'
They finished their breakfast silently, smiling to each other, then they went to the basement. I remained there a moment, on the floor, thinking about what had just happened. Oddly, i didn't felt ashamed or worried in any manner. I was just proud of my behaviour because i knew that Amber was proud of me too. Now that i write these lines, I wonder if those feelings are normal. I'm not sure.
Anyway, when she called me, i lunged to the basement as if my life depended on it. Jenna was in the in the middle of the room, a huge barbell at her feet. Amber was behind her. She motioned me to come and demanded me to try and lift it. Both knew very well that was impossible, nevertheless i crawled to the barbell, stood up, and gave it a try. Of course, with no avail. I kneeled back.
'See? I told you, Jenna. You're already stronger' she said, pushing the smaller girl aside, 'Hold on the bar, Tom' she added. Then, she grabbed the bar with a larger grip, and, in a slow motion, lifted it above her head with her arms fully extended and, of course, lifting me in the process. My feet dangled a good foot off the floor. She wasn't even forcing and had on her lips the most lovely smile i had ever seen. She threw her shoulders backward slightly. My lips crashed against hers and before i realised what had happened, she was kissing me passionately. It was like if my strength was drained slowly off my weak body. A few seconds later, i had to let go and i fell on the floor heavily. I kneeled at her and waited.
Amber did a couple of reps with the barbell, as to prove that she wasn't tired at all, then she let it on the floor. She wiped her face with a towel she had on her wide shoulders and threw it to me, commanding me to wipe her arms. Jenna looked at me quizzically, wondering if i was going to comply. Of course, I complied happily. In fact, i was more excited than humiliated. The only though of touching her hard muscles made me hard. I couldn't miss an opportunity to feel her massive limbs. I'm addicted to her muscles.
My lust was obvious to everyone but neither Jenna or Amber didn't say anything. I stood up silently, griping her mammoth legs to help me in the motion, caressing them discreetly at the same time to feel their unbelievable power. My lovely wife flexed her huge arms for me, and i rubbed them smoothly, as slowly as i could, feeling the smallest contours of them, smelling them as i nuzzled between the ridges of the muscles to enjoy her delicious perfume. She smiled and told me to hurry because i was late to work. I hadn't tell her yet that i was fired.
I went on my knees and lowered my gaze.
'I'm sorry, honey. I didn't tell you. I'm fired. Allan told it to me when he phoned this morning.'
'What ?' both girls said together, with a tone which was more indignation than sadness.
'What a bastard!' Jenna shouted, '... you should meet a lawyer and...'
'No need of lawyer.' Amber interrupted, 'You're going to fix that in a couple of weeks, Jenna.' She added, glancing to the young woman, '... plus, i'm sure that Tom will be glad to help you during your treatment'. Amber glanced to me and i nodded.
She had a big smile across her lovely face.
'Aren't you a lucky bastard, Tommy?' she asked, putting her hands on her hips, and obviously waiting for an answer.
I nodded, 'Yes, Mistress'.
'Since you don't go to work today, do the chores quickly, then you can have a day out'
'Thank you, Mistress'
She flared her lats unknowingly. They reached proportions i couldn't have imagined. They just filled the gap between her torso and her herculean arms and she wasn't even trying.
'Stop calling me 'Mistress' , that's too arousing and i could rape you right now.' she said with a malicious smile.
'Yes, Mistress... As you wish, Mistress... Do as you feel better for me, Mistress... If you want to rape me, i'll be glad to please you, Mistress...' i said with a returning smile.
Both girls burst out laughing.
I went to do my chores with a satisfied smile, I had made her laugh and that made me really happy. Am i enjoying my new life? I'm not sure yet. Maybe...
As i reached the stairs i listened them starting their work-out.
'Does he always call you 'Mistress' ?' Jenna asked.
'No. That's so nice to him.' Amber replied. Jenna rubbed her cheek, obviously thinking about it.
'Does he spend all the day long on his knees? I mean that should be very humiliating.'
'Yes. He must kneel before me. That's his way to show me his obedience and his loving. I don't think he's humiliated about that, at least not anymore. On the contrary, i think he's happy to act like that. By now, he's fully aware of his place in our relationship, i'm the master and he's the slave. He knows perfectly that if he behave well, he will be rewarded by my loving, my careful and protective attitude. The more he pleases me, the more i please him.... and believe me, there are numerous ways to please him beyond his imagination. Did you notice the tent pole he had when i told that i was going to rape him?' Amber said, giggling.
Love it. Cant wait to see what Jenna will do with Allan :letsparty: |
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