Experimenting

By Alamsci

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A fictional story.

He fearfully sulked into a lazy chair. To an indifferent onlooker he 

would've looked

bored or simply tired, but if one took a closer look at this young 

man, his fear and

agitation were bound to show.  His hands kept fidgeting, he didn't 

know where to put

them, and on top of that, sweat was beginning to trickle down his 

forehead. He wasn't

always like this, but life's circumstances have turned him into a wreck.

She on the other hand was gaining confidence and becoming more dominant by the

minute. Every once in awhile, during commercial breaks, she would 

gaze at him, no,

actually glare at him with somewhat of a mischievous smile. Her 

control over him

was evident. This was not solely characterized by their physical 

differences, but also

by the way she mentally controlled him.

Let's see they were both about 5'9", but their physical 

characteristics differed greatly.

She was a broad-shouldered athlete in her prime. What would you 

expect a top-rate

swimmer in her second year of college to look like? Well, let's start 

from the top.

Shoulder length curly blond hair, dark-brown eyes, eyes that 

portrayed arrogance, an

arrogance, which could hypnotize a male in mere seconds. Those eyes 

could lead one

into dark, dark, forests, and the further her prey dared to follow 

the more he began to

forget about everything and slowly, and sometimes, quickly become 

hers. Her eyes

were complimented by stern facial features, small lips and a large 

nose, not ugly

large, actually, it added an air of dominance to her disposition. Her 

body was an

extension of this dominance and strength. What can I say about her 

body? Let's see,

broad squared shoulders, which definitely caused heads to turn, some out of

amazement, some out of respect, some out of disgust, some out of 

lust, and others out

of love.  She didn't care which; after all, if she were to pay 

attention and listen to all

of her critics and supporters, well, she wouldn't get anywhere.

Her shoulders tapered down into two beautifully sculpted arms. Her 

biceps were not

bodybuilder like, but they looked hard and strong, the slightest of 

movements, would

cause a muscle to jump out, as if teasing the on looker. When she 

flexed, her biceps

would expand into two oval shaped balls of awesome power, there size 

is left for the

reader to form and ponder…. Her forearms were also a site to behold, thick and

vascular. The rest of her was what you would expect a strong college 

swimmer to

look like, nice tight abs, strong thighs, and bulging calves, oh.. 

Almost forgot her

striated chest and beautiful breasts, which were more than a handful, 

in other words…

perfect. These beautiful unyielding features were covered by a sensual tan.

The young man was of a different demeanor and appearance. He seemed passive,

short straight black hair, big deep brown eyes, that looked helpless 

and a bit naive. A

chubby face complimented this. His body was a bit soft, he didn't 

work out like his

girl-friend so he had a beer belly, not too big, thin arms, compared 

to his girlfriends,

you get the point…. He was a young man who lacked confidence and 

needed a strong

woman to take care of him. He was about 6 years older than his 

girlfriend, but what's

age got to do with it…she was the boss

This unlikely couple had coincidently met at a job fair at the 

university, she was

looking for an internship and he was conducting interviews…no she 

didn't get the

job, she actually didn't apply to his booth, but was around after the 

job fair and

actually had t o help him carry all his stuff back to his car. From 

there they went out

on a date and the rest was really history. Her dominance over him did 

not start right

away. At first she enjoyed the fact that he was supportive of her 

lifestyle and she felt

comfortable around him, but as the days went by she slowly began to discover a

jealous and somewhat chauvinistic side to her boyfriend.  She didn't 

think this was a

reason to kick him to the curb, but an opportunity to fix a wrong. It 

seemed like her

new boyfriend only enjoyed her physique in private, why? Because he was a bit

insecure and wanted to have the best of both worlds. He didn't want 

his girlfriend to

show too much muscle in public just so he wouldn't look too small 

next to her. This

was insecurity and idiocy because his girlfriend is bigger than him 

no matter what she

wears.

Once this began her attitude began to change. She has always been 

aggressive, but

beating him up or making him cry would be too easy, this was evident 

to her, so she

decided to psychological dominant this man, make him her doormat mentally and

then abuse his body for pleasure, her pleasure that is. The muscles 

he adored and

worshiped were about to become his source of fear and obedience.

A great opportunity presented itself one night as the two were 

getting dressed to go

out. The young man was dressed and waiting. Stacey was still getting 

herself ready.

He walked into the bedroom and saw her wearing a pair of khakis and a black

sleeveless top, which seemed to hug her muscular body tightly, 

showing off her hard

earned physique. A look of displeasure grew on his face. He went up 

to her and asked

her to put on something else. Inside she felt like turning around and 

slugging him.

After all, she had just gotten back from swim practice and was not 

really in the mood

for his bullshit, but instead of exploding with anger she let out a 

loud mocking laugh.

Then she turned around and faced him. She did not say a word, but 

instead sternly

scrutinized him, sizing him up in a demeaning manner. She then turned 

around and

continued getting ready. She, to his pleasure, took of her top and 

put on another one.

This one showed off her muscular physique even more, the 

short-sleeved shirt seemed

as if it was about to shred to pieces with the slightest of 

movements. Furthermore, it

left her firm mid-section bare, for all to see. Next, she put on a 

pair of high heels, and

looked down upon him with a big smile. He could no longer maintain 

her gaze… He

was about to say something, but she walked away from him and headed 

to the car. He

usually drove, but today was different. She got into the driver's 

seat and waited. He

came out and walked to the driver's side. She slowly lowered the 

window and told

him to get in, "We're already late as it is!"

He was extremely confused, to say the least. He didn't like the way 

his girlfriend was

dressed, but was also intimidated, she mockingly did everything he 

didn't want her to

do, yet, he could do nothing about it. He felt that another word out 

of him would have

sent her into a rage. As they made there way to the hall, they were 

going to a dinner

his company was holding; he walked behind her, basically, not visible 

to anyone

approaching them. Nothing too interesting happened at the dinner. 

Stacey did get

many looks, but nothing worth mentioning happened. When they got home… things

began to heat up… Tom had a few drinks, so he went up to Stacey and said, "You

know I was really disappointed with you today, why didn't you listen 

to me… I told

you to put on something less provocative." This really angered her, 

who was he to tell

her what to wear? The anger was evident on her face. Her eyes zeroed 

in on him, she

was unconsciously gnashing her teeth and a vein was visible on her 

neck. Her face

was red with anger, her fists tightly clenched and her body had an aggressive

demeanor about it. She was not about to get into a silly argument 

with him, about

what he should wear? Who tells you what to wear, kinda thing. She 

knew she had to

be a step ahead and a level above. She menacingly walked up to him 

until she was

inches away from his face. She looked down into his eyes, then inched 

a bit closer, he

stepped back, she inched a bit closer. They kept going until his back 

was to the wall.

She pressed up against his soft body, not to the point of crushing 

him, and began

breathing heavily into his face. If another person was in the room, 

he probably could

only make out Stacey's frame, Tom was not visible, he was completely 

engulfed by

her physique. He could no longer maintain her gaze and looked down, 

where he was

met be her striated chest, which was threateningly heaving. He tried 

to avert his gaze

to the ground, but that was not possible. Before another thought 

entered his head she

loudly uttered, "Look into my eyes, we're not done yet!" He instantly obliged.

Subsequently he began to shiver. He did not know if he'd realized his 

mistake, he did

not know what to think… tears began swelling up in his eyes. She, on 

the other hand,

knew that her plan was beginning to take shape. She quickly stepped back,

deafeningly growled and went into a most muscular pose. Her entire upper body

expanded, muscles jutted out of her neck and arms, menacingly 

dancing… He let out

a fear-filled shriek, a shriek that is similar to one a little girl 

may let out… She

repeatedly flexed her body until she began shaking with anger; veins 

became visible

on her biceps and neck, veins that seemed evil and intimidating.  By 

now his tears

were freely flowing, and he let out sounds, sounds which were 

characterized by the

utmost fear.

Then she suddenly stopped and pressed her body against his once again. He was

uncontrollably shaking and crying while she was tranquilly looking 

into his eyes.

That's enough for today she thought. She turned around and headed to 

the bedroom as

she closed the door he heard the click of the lock. He proceeded to 

slump to the

ground and continue crying. What had gotten into her? He thought, but 

then an even

more devastating thought made him turn pale, does it matter? She can 

do whatever

she wants and I can't do a thing about it? He then proceeded to cry 

himself to sleep.

He woke up to loud blaring music, Stacey usually got up quietly, but 

today the stereo

was pumping'. She walked up to her feeble boyfriend, looked down upon him and

began to laugh. He couldn't make eye contact. She stood her ground for a few

minutes, took his car keys and walked away. As he got up he looked around and

noticed that the apartment was a complete mess and he was already 

late for work.

Stacey usually kept things clean, but he thought, well, there's no 

use in thinking about

how things used to be. Now, she had also taken his car! He got 

dressed and headed to

work.

When he came home that evening everything was as he left it in the 

morning, a mess.

Stacey was lazily watching TV and did not even acknowledge him. As he 

was about

to sit next to her, she said, "Clean this mess up!" He instantly 

began doing as he was

told. As he was cleaning she looked at him and couldn't help smiling. 

His every

move, every thought, will be as I want it. After he was done she told 

him to take his

shirt off. Once he did she walked up to him and ordered him to flex 

his biceps. She

then looked at him and said, "This is a flex! Look at my biceps, this 

is a muscle, what

you have is a stick! Follow me.."

They walked into the bathroom and stood in front of the mirror, "Flex 

those babies

again I didn't see them last time!" They both flexed their biceps. It 

was really an

amusing site. His bicep was barely visible and his skin color was 

pale white. Next to

him Stacey's bicep was tanned, thick and getting bigger and more 

defined every time

she pumped her arm. She then asked, "What's the difference between my arm and

yours?" He stayed quiet.. "I said what's the difference between my 

bicep and yours?"

"Well… yours is big….mine is small!" "What else?" Ahh…. "Well dumb and weak is

what you are, the answer is, that is, when I ask again this is what 

you'll say: Stacey,

my arm is weak, I have no visible biceps, oh I've actually seen twigs 

thicker than my

arm. Your arms are hard, strong, and extremely well-defined and if 

you wanted you

could snap me in half! You better memorize that quickly!"

The days went by and every day became harder and harder on Tom. Stacey was

completely overwhelming him. He was confused and scare to say the least.

One night when he walked in, all the lights were turned off, he 

stumbled around and

eventually turned them on, to his surprise, Stacey was right in his 

face.. He jumped

back… "Get your ass over here!" She bellowed. He quickly moved forward. She

proceeded to flex her bicep right in front of his face, "Now, take in 

what's in front of

you and tell me what painful holds these muscles can put you through?"

Tom had gotten used to these questions and prepared for them daily. 

He was getting

to the point where he did think of Stacey's dominance over him every 

minute of every

day.

"Well, you can knock me out in a sleeperhold, put me in an 

excruciating headlock, a

merciless bearhug and…."

"And I can choke you…"

No matter how much he prepared she always had a surprise for him. She 

had to keep

him guessing, he was completely hers.  She let him pass; he made his 

way to the

couch and sat down.

"You know its kinda funny your so weak and I'm so strong! Isn't it?"

"Ahh.."

  "Nope, you can't answer that one… I didn't expect you to… Why are you sitting

down?" Tom stood up…

"Why are you standing UP?!"

She moved in on him. He didn't know what to do so he began crying.

"DID I GIVE YOU PERMISSION TO CRY!" She bellowed.

This time and for the first time, she grabbed a chunk of his belly. A 

sharp pain shot

through his entire body. Was she taking the next step or was she 

teasing him? Her

strong hand was turning his belly to mush, but it was also the only 

thing holding him

up. Her other hand shot up and, engulfed his throat, and began 

squeezing. His face

began turning red and his tears started agonizingly flowing.

"Your nothing… I gave you a chance… but you're just too dumb… This is for your

own good.. and is better for our relationship!"

Tom did not know what she meant… all he knew was that he had to 

oblige. She then

let him go. I have a friend coming over tonight, you better be on 

your best behavior.

Now, we're caught up to the present, Tom fearfully sulking and Stacey 

glancing and

glaring at him menacingly from time to time. The doorbell  rang. 

Stacey went to open

the door and greet her friend.

"Tom this is my best friend Nancy!"

Tom could not believe his eyes. Nancy was simply chiseled. She was 

about 5'2" and

looked hard as a rock, not an ounce of fat was visible or even 

discernable on her body.

Her shoulders were well rounded and her biceps looked well developed. 

Her forearms

were thick and extremely vascular, every turn of her arm revealed 

another set of

veins. Her wrists seemed unyielding and her hands looked big and 

rough. She had

cold blue eyes, shoulder length straight jet-black hair and an 

extremely striated chest.

Her breasts were not big, just full of muscle. Her legs were also 

unbelievable, column

like thighs, which looked like they could hold up tons, huge bulging 

calves, not

diamond-like, but simply jutted out spectacularly. She was wearing a 

sports bra and

spandex shorts, which could barely maintain her awesomely muscular physique.

"Nancy used to be a gymnast, but now she's averted her attention to 

bodybuilding as

you can tell! If it wasn't for her I may not have decided to hit the 

weights! Nancy, this

is boyfriend, or actually doormat Tom, he loves and supports muscle 

woman, but at

times is a plain idiot, who needs direction…and like I told you I've 

been providing

direction and a bit more!"

The two girls laughed. Nancy stuck her hand out, "Nice to meet you 

Tom" As there

hands clasped Tom's hand seemed to disappear. She gave his hand a 

little squeeze

and let go.

"So you tell me you haven't let this guy sleep with you for the last 

month or so!"

"Yeah that's right, he's learning how to be my doormat…. And you know 

what he's

doing a pretty good job."

After smiling at Stacey Nancy averted her gaze towards Tom, "Let me 

be honest with

you Tom, I cam here to kick your ass! Stacey's been telling me about 

you since you

two moved in together. She's told me how much of a wimp you are how 

much control

she exercises over you. She also told me that kicking your ass 

wouldn't be that much

fun because your such a wimp, I disagree, I'm gonna toss you around 

this apartment

for as long as I want…after I'm done Stacey's gonna realize how fun kicking a

wimp's ass can be!"

She then looked over at Stacey, "Why are you with this wimp anyway?"

"Well, I'll be honest his positives are greater than his negatives, 

and its fun!"

"Complete control girl, it's the best way, all right let's get 

started. It's probably  a

better idea for you to take your clothes off and stay in boxers, 

there's no need to get

your clothes really dirty!"

"Get ready to get your ass whooped boy!" Nancy said as she went into 

a double bicep

pose. Her bicep peaked in amazing fashion, expanding and rising like 

nothing Tom

had seen before. " Ahh.. there's no need to intimidate you… you're 

about to piss your

pants anyway…"

After saying this Nancy walked towards Tom. He started stumbling back, but she

yelled, "You better stand still boy or I'll have to break something!" As she

approached him she balled up her fist and let it explode into his gut 

with merciless

power. He fell to the ground in a heap of pain. She grabbed his hair 

with her hands

and yanked him up, with out letting go of his hair she slammed his 

body against the

wall, once, twice. After that she easily lifted him up and body 

slammed him on to the

ground, without wasting anytime she wrapped her burly arm around his neck and

pulled him up in a painful chokehold. He flailed around helplessly as 

his face changed

colors. Next, she tossed him across her hip. Once on the ground she 

roughly placed

his midsection between her muscular thighs and squeezed his helpless 

frame, at first

his arms began to flail so she pulled them upwards and before he 

could begin flailing

again she wrapped her arms around them. This way she had his head and arms

painfully trapped in her vice grip.

"So girl does it seem fun or what?"

"Well, yeah, but don't break anything"

"Don't worry I'm not even using half my strength, this is just a 

demonstration, I

couldn't even consider it a warm up! But do you get the jest, take a 

look at him!"

"I can't really see his face, move your arms a bit!"

"Boy if you begin flailing around I'll have to get serious!"

Nancy loosened her grip on Tom's face. Stacey took one look at his 

face and a smile

grew on hers. Tom was helplessly crying. He looked like a defenseless 

little boy.

Nancy released her hold and jumped up. The two girls looked down at the beaten

man. Nancy grabbed him by the hair, cocked her fist back and looked 

at her friend,

"Should I rearrange his face?"

"Oh don't mess him up that bad, I may have to do it later."

"All right, let's go to the gym, a workout would be nice, hey, I'll 

teach you some

moves too!"

Nancy skipped out the door, Stacey smiled at her boyfriend and said, 

"I hope the big

picture is clearing up boy!"