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Queen Of The Domme - Story
🕑 Added 2024-05-02 03:02:01 +0000 UTCThe pressure around my neck was killing me but I could not tap out, I would not cry mercy. I had this delicious feeling of euphoric bliss that is totally indescribable. My eyes felt as if they would pop right out of my head any minute, so intense was the pressure. I felt very hot yet very excited and turned on at the same time. This first time experienced pain was nothing that I had ever felt before in my life. At first, I felt very at ease and comfortable, almost like a cradled baby in its mothers arms, except I was being strangled between two massively muscled legs of human flesh that were as hard as steel and would not let up. These anaconda pythons started very slowly to pull me into their grip, not inch by inch, more like centimeter by centimeter, so slowly did they coil their inhumane pressure. With every crunch I would get butterflies in my stomach, first a childlike pleasure of experiencing something for the first time, but as the pressure increased, the feeling began to almost turn to fear. But no, I would not give in. My breathing began to diminish and I felt very light-headed and dizzy. I felt like I was flying through the clouds like a bird and free of all my earthly stress and problems. It was as if I really did not need to breathe anymore, I felt so free. I wanted this feeling to last forever and never quit. Every now and then as the vice clamp squeezed in harder and harder, I would feel the most excrutiating pain in my neck and feel like my head would be squashed from ear to ear, but then there I was again flying up in the air and the pain would diminish to a feeling of total bliss.
This last crunch had me seeing flashing lights and hearing bells toll, my body was quivering as in an epileptic fit, all was dark all around me, I could not move any muscles, and then . . .
I am a 45 year old white CEO of a very thriving business in the Mid West with 500+ employees and have to call the shots day in and day out. I have been married to the same woman for 18 years and have 3 lovely children and live in a very expensive home in an exclusive neighborhood. I golf with my friends 3 times a week, have my own private jet, own a yacht, and 6 vacation homes around the world. But to tell you the truth, it does sometimes get boring.
One day surfing the internet, I found an Agency called "Queen of the Domme" which sounded very intriguing. I had in the past seen domination tapes with whips, chains, clamps, etc. But this site was all about women who would dominate me with their ever so powerful muscles, beauty, and ATTITUDE. Wow!! They were big. They were strong. The were beautiful! They were just what I needed.
For the next few months I began a communication forum with the Queen of the Domme, trying to set up a very private and discreet relationship whereas my identity would never be totally revealed and stay protected. She was an Amazon in all aspects of the word, and yet more. With a 5'6" frame packing lean, hard muscle weighing in at 180 pounds she was a Domme dream come true. Her biceps were peaked, hard and measured 17". Her chest was very feminine yet chiseled into a statuesque facade. Then her tiny waist with an 8-pack, imagine that, I've heard of 6-packs but never 8-packs, this Amazonian Queen had muscle where I never thought one could have muscle. But the most incredible part of her body were her massive, sweeping, shapely legs. They were feminine but then also when she would flex them, they would take on their own identity and seem to give all the orders. I was mesmerized! I could not take my mind off those amazing legs of beauty and strength. She had a Web Cam on her site, so I would play with her maybe 4 to 6 nights per week and watch her flex those awesome thighs. She would shake them and then flex and they would just seem to come apart at the seams in cuts from hell as far as I'm concerned. Oh how I wanted to touch them, carress them, put oil on them, lick and kiss them all over. She said she could show me how strong they are by putting them around my waist or my neck.
Wow! Now that is something I never ever in my wildest dreams thought anyone could or would do to me. So ready to take the plunge where I would never ever be the same ever again, I asked her how can she do that. That is how my first encounter with the Queen of the Domme was born.
She truly was the Queen. Her body was the ultimate sculpture of strength, beauty and elegance. From her delicate and soft feet flowing up to her rounded diamond shaped calves which led to her most impressive body part as ever anyone laid eyes upon - those perfectly sculpted, shaped thighs of power, pain and pleasure. Sweeping up from her knees, her outer sweep would shake when she walked and quiver when squeezing her victims senseless. They were long, elegant pillars of stone connecting to lean and powerful hips and glutes of steel. And then her 8-pack abdominals, not a 6-pack, but carefully counted 1,2,3,4,5,6,7 and 8 rows of hard and peaked abdominals. One could punch these bellies of iron and hurt themselves very badly. Capping off this Queen Adonis of Nature were her broad, mellon-like shoulders sweeping out from her traps that stuck out from her back. And flowing down from these amazing shoulders were arms of vascular hardness and strength. She had separation of muscles that one never knew existed. And then that chest - unbelievable! Hard and deep, one could get lost and never want rescue from this, but then there were those amazing breasts that came with these pectorals. Whoever brought this beauty to life, the entire world would never be the same again. She commanded worship and reverance. She had these amazing green cat-like eyes that would fire up to amber, orange and yellow when her adrenaline started to churn. They were scary to look at, they had a hypnotic effect on their gazers. She did not have to say a word, just that look would dictate all. When she entered a room, one could feel a presence of a certain type of royalty, all eyes would be on her amazing stature. She would walk like a queen for she was a queen. And when she laid her hand on you - Lord have mercy!! It was like a stroke of lightning went thru your body. It would send chills up and down your back, your hair would stand high off your body and you would be speechless, dumbfounded. All you could do is stare at her commanding eyes and let her lead you to your undecided fate. And her hair, one must not forget to mention that. Firey red and amber like a roaring bon fire, length down to the middle of her back. It would follow her like a bride's trane walking down the wedding aisle. And to have the permission to touch it was like some fine very expensive silk in China. Full of body with a smell that would just drive one crazy. She used the finest oil and conditioners on her hair that gave a blinding glow as if she wore a halo around her head. To be with the Queen of the Domme was to be in the presence of the greatest royalty on earth. No longer a fantasy, she was a living reality doling out pleasure and pain as she saw fit. One never had to tell her what they wanted, she knew the minute she laid her lioness eyes on you what you needed. She would grab your hands and look deep into your eyes and just start leading you into her web of domination.
The Queen had been training all her life to be just what she is today - Queen of the Domme. She is a very intense person, or should I say Being, who is driven by a super natural driving force to succeed and be the very best in Life. She never let any obstacles stand in her way, they were opportunities to succeed and grow. To see her building and sculpting her body in the gym was to be stupified. She went at it with the most drooling passion as if hell would freeze over, her training had to go on. She never wore training gloves because she loved the feel of the steel in her bare hands. She once said that it was like training a wild animal to your command, you take hold and charge of it and go with it. That she did. From the moment she would pick up a weight in the gym, her eyes were in a cold stare from some other world, she would not blink a wink, that's how intense she was. And to see her muscles contract in such a controlled manner, every shred of muscle fiber would jump and then grow with each set. She would pump the muscle after every set and cause it to grow even larger, exploding to it's utter peak. I know many would love just to follow her around the gym and watch her muscles pump up and grow and see her aggression on the steel and iron. Her eyes would get that fiery red look in them, much like the look when controlling her victims in domination. You could not just go up to her and start talking, she was in her own hypnotic state. If someone would start talking to her, she would just look at them in a cold, deep stare that would make them back up and run away. No one bothered the Queen of the Domme during her training sessions. You really did not need to even speak to this truly amazing perfection of a she-beast, just watch her as she made her way thru the maze of the cold steel and iron jungle. She would walk so gracefuly but her thick muscles would shake as she walked. Her legs were probably the most amazing bodypart, because they would go sideways and up and down at the same time.
She truly had jumping muscles. She would shake them legs and then pose them and they would rip apart before your eyes. She had so much control over all her bodyparts, just like her victims, they would do whatever she wished them to do.
So without further ado, I arranged an encounter with the Queen in her abode high up on a cliff overlooking the Atlantic ocean in Maine. I had the Vice President of my Company take over, told him I had some business in the North East and would be away for a few days, that I was taking the jet also. My wife had no problem with future business, she loved all the amenities the business had to offer her. So giving her a kiss and hugs for all the kids, I was on my way to a very new world in which I had no idea of what to expect.
I had arranged a hotel out by the airport in Maine so that any messages from family or business would have a contact number. I also carried a cell phone to make sure I was never really out of touch with my world. The flight out to Maine was nondescript, ranging about 3 hours with decent weather, so I was able to just sit back and let my imagination go wild with thoughts of what all the Queen of the Domme had in store for me. What would those huge, powerful, python legs do to me, would they destroy me or would I still be able to beg for more? What type of spell would this Amazon Queen wrap me in, would I still be able to return to my current world as I know it or would I be changed forever? Would I return at all? All these questions and visuals kept going thru my mind as I flew closer and closer to my destination.
It was getting dark when I finally arrived at the airport. I landed the plane safely and taxied to the hangar the voice in the tower told me to park it in. Locking up and getting my duffle bag with briefcase (I had to leave home looking like business), I climbed out of the jet and got in the car that was arranged for me to drive while in town. I was to email the Queen once I checked into my hotel and she would then proceed to send me the arrangements for our encounter. I was starting to get nervous and the palms of my hands were starting to perspire. Lord - what in God's name was I doing? I must really be going crazy! But no more second thoughts, hey I was here now, and I was always a take charge person, grabbing the bull by the horns in all of my buisness deals, so I had no choice, I had to proceed to point B at this time.
The drive to the hotel took about 10 minutes and by that time it was dark. My reservation was in order and I signed in, took my room key and opened my hotel room door stepping into a comfortable but meager room where my life was about to take a major Y-turn into a world that I had no idea what to expect. I opened up my laptop, connected it to the data port in the hotel phone and proceeded to contact the Queen of the Domme. I had my instructions within 2 minutes upon signing on the her site. Geesh! Did she live on line or did she have fulltime employees round the clock! Anyways, the meeting was to commence in 3 hours, so I had time to take a shower and open up my bottle of Jack Daniels I had bought before I left my hometown. I felt like I really needed a drink at this point just to unnerve me and let my mind float a little. I then stepped into the shower. The water was very hot and the pressure was adequate. It felt good to just feel the hot liquid pour down all over my body after a 3 hour flight. I was invigorated afterwards and felt a little better than before the shower. I took a quick shave, being very careful not cut myself anywhere. I was always a perfectly put together type of man, no shaving cuts, expensive cologne, every hair in place. What I did not really know was what exactly to wear. I owned many expensive 3-piece suits and ties/cuff link sets. I had brought one with me so my wife would know I had a real business meeting. I had also brought a black short sleeved knit shirt and kaki pants with dock siders like when I played golf. I had also brought a long sleeved black silk shirt which was a very sexy type of look considering it was very fine Italian silk. It was a difficult decision, I wanted to look right, but I did not think wearing a business suit to a Domination type Scenario was the fitting choice. In the end, I decided to go with the long sleeved black silk shirt and kaki pants with dock siders. I opened up the two top buttons on the shirt, I sported a nice chest of hair that had always driven women crazy, so I thought this would be fit for a Queen. I sat back a sipped my Jack Daniels, letting the warm liquid drip down my throat and permeate my brain. Ah yes, Jack had never let me down in the past and he was certainly starting to make me feel better already.
I must have dozed off a bit when I heard a hard, sharp knock on the door. I quickly jumped up from the bed, a little shaky on my feet and dazed from the short nap in which I had just engaged. Grabbing my duffel and slipping into my dock siders, I quickly walked towards the door to see who or what was behind the other side. What I did not expect was to see a female, all muscled up in skin tight black pants and shirt, biceps and quads bulging and clevage as deep as the Grand Canyon! What had I gotten myself into this time!
''Rebel One, Madame has sent me to pick you up, I believe you are her 10:30 appointment.", were the first words that poured out of this heaven sent Goddess as she firmly grasped my hand and shook it in greeting. Rebel One was my email address that I had been communicating with the Queen on the Internet for the past few months. I guess she could see the surprise in my face as she shook my hand, her grasp was so firm and hard and I could feel the energy of her hand shake spewing through my veins at 100 miles per second! She gave me a pouty little grin and told me to follow her to the limo. Now I am never one of little to say, but this time I was speechless. All I could do was follow this Amazonian Beauty to whereever shwherever to take me. Following in back of her, I was amazed to watch her ever so confident, strong gait with calves bulging through her tight pants, quads shaking as she trod with every step, her back which took off to a large "V" from her ever so small waist and her traps sticking out from under the collar of her shirt. She wore a very dominant black leather chauffeur cap so I had no idea what her hair looked like, except it seemed to shine jet black from under her cap. Every now and then she would glance back at me and give me her coy little smirk of approval which made me fall even harder into her mind game of control. I felt like I had just gone through some kind of time warp - my old life did not seem to matter or even exist anymore. All I wanted to do was be led by this Muscle Goddess to whatever universe she would take me to. I had never been in this kind of situation ever before in my entire life. I was mesmormesmerizedeeply enchanted by this entire experience. Another thought quickly popped into my mind, if this was only a messenger from the Queen, what would meeting and spending time with the Queen herself do to my quickly changing and impressionable persona. This was truly going to be the experience of a lifetime and I was getting more excited as the minutes were ticking away.
We finally reached the limo, which really was only a few yards away from my hotel door, but it had seemed an hour since she had just greeted me at my room. Like I said, I feel like I had just gone through a time warp. Firmly grasping the rear passenger door and opening it, my escort instructed me to get in and we would be on our way. Wow, what a change of events. I had always been the perfect gentleman and opened doors for women. But now to be on the other side of the fence, so to speak certainly felt very unusual and surreal. I thanked her and jumped in quickly not to waste any time in getting to my final destination with the Queen of the Domme.
As she got in the driver's seat, she turned to me and said "For your pleasure, MadMadames prepared a special presentation for you, please enjoy." At that moment, black shades came down on all the windows around me so I could not see out. Then a black movie screen came down in front of me and all of a sudden I was in a totally blacked out movie theater in a limlimousineow why hadn't I thought of something like this, sure would have made traveling a lot more exciting.
As the limo's engine revved up and we started our way out of the hotel parking lot, so also the theater screen lit up and this very sexy, raspy voice came into my ear saying" Rebel 1 welcome to my world. Now you just sit right back and put your head against the head rest there and open your eyes real big - for the next 40 some minutes you are going to go on a very special journey into a world that you have never been to before, nor do you have any idea what awaits you on the other side. I will be there waiting for you Rebel 1, do not disappoint me in any way." And with that, in the distance on the movie screen I could see a figure coming at me very slowly, inch by inch, a rear view of the most gorgeous creature in FemDom in the World! As this figure came clearer into view by the moment, I could see bulging diamond-shaped calves narrowing down to very small petite ankles in very high heeled shoes. As I looked up above her calves, I was almost floored right here in this limlimousinehe had hamstrings that must have stuck out at least one foot from the back of her knees with flaring quads angling up into the most beautiful tight, rock hard ass of the roundest porproportionshave ever seen. As she got closer to me on the screen, she would slowly squeeze one half of her glutes and hold tight, eh gads I almost creamed my pants! Then she would relax that one and tighten the other cheek and hold. Then she would go back to the other cheek and start the entire process all over again. What control she had over her body, made me wonder about the control she would have over me. For God's sake, she already had my vote, I was hers, whatever she wanted of me I would do, no second thoughts or questions asked. Then she would tighten both cheeks at the same time, hold and relax, over and over again. Damn was this sexy, what a superb show my Queen was giving me as she was carrying me closer and closer to her domain. And all this squeezing and relaxing to very soothing mood style electronic music which was so hypnotic to my nervous system. I really did not want to be anywhere else in the whole world but right here watching the Queen introduce me to her amazing world. The Queen on the screen then bent over and shot me a moon shot slowly turning her head upside down to my direction and staring straight at me. It was like a bolt of lightening had struck me between the eyes! She had the most intense eyes I have ever seen. She seemed to be putting me into a hypnotic trance right there in the limo. I felt like I was looking at a tiger's eye, three dimensional type sphere shining through the center, and could not take my eyes off of them. I really desperately needed to blink because my eyes were burning but I just could not. My body was on fire! I was feeling sharp tingles going up and down my spine. I have never gotten this feeling before in my life by just looking into someone's eyes. This woman had very, very special powers, almost super natural powers that came over me like some wild exciting drug trip. I never wanted to return to the real world ever again!
What she did next will echo in my mind for eternity - "R E B E L 1 You are mine," that was it, but how she said it I will never ever be the same again. Ever syllable was rolled with tongue and lips shiny with gloss to over exaggerate every word. And when she was finished, she rolled her delicious tongue over her front teeth ever so slowly and then gave the most wicked, teasing, little girl laugh - God - I wish I had that recorded because I would play it over and over and over again all day and night long. But again she came on saying " I know you would love to have this all recorded so you can play it back at any time, correct? Well my dear Rebel 1, so you shall."
Whoa! Now she can read minds? Or were all her clients in the past the same gushy type of guy like myself and she just knew what to say and do next.
Just as I thought my composure was coming back, the Queen did another formidable thing from which I could not reel back - she jumped out of the screen and sat on my chest staring straight down into my eyes. And what a deep, searching stare this was. Those calculating green cat eyes never blinked a second but just stared straight thru my eyes and into my soul. "I'm yours my Queen", I heard myself say. I had absolutely no control of what I was saying as she was pulling me into her web and ensnaring my soul to her every command.
She then struck a bicep pose while sitting on my chest and gave me a coy little wink. Wow! I've never seen arms so gorgeous and pumped in my life. There seemed to be a baseball stuck inside each arm, so perfectly round they were. And she was so cocky and confident as she posed for me, she knew she was the best in the world and loved to show it. I raised my arms up to feel these magnificent guns and pretended there really was someone there. I traced the peaks of each arm and raised up my head to kiss them. What was it going to be like in person? How was I going to contain myself? As these questions started racing thru my mind, my body seemed to go on another track and do it's own thing. I hugged the Queen and buried my head deep into her chiseled chest, I wanted for nothing else in the world. I had finally come home.
And again, in another minute she had jumped back on the screen, leaving me begging for more. The screen then went blank and rose up into the ceiling. I heard my driver say over the intercom that we were approaching our final destination and to get back in my seat to prepare for our arrival. I quickly tried to compose myself and I got back into my seat. The blinds came up from all the windows and I found myself being carried up a long and winding road with dense forest on both sides of the limo. The only light on the road came from the headlights of the limosine. It was a narrow road paved in grey stone and quite eerie with only forest on both sides. I could not see what was ahead but I was so turned on to the Queen's performance in the limo, I could only wait patiently for the ride to be over. It seemed like another lifetime until, wham! A gigantic structure seemed to pop out of nowhere and trail up as high as the dark midnight sky.
It was all lit up in anticipation of the Queen's next arrivals. We were still a bit away from the castle, so all I could see for now was this immense lurking structure with shadows all around. The limo slowed down as the road curved sharply to the right. I looked out the window and almost had my breath taken away. Way below us was the Mighty Atlantic Ocean roaring and bellowing away in the night air. I could see large waves breaking below us and the spray coming up high in the night's sky. Whew! The Queen lived in a mighty castle on the edge of a massive cliff overlooking the Atlantic Ocean. This was like a fairy tale in some strange Grimm tale. I opened the window to try and get a better grasp on the situation and was pleased to smell the pure, clean , salt air. I took a few deep breaths of this awesome delight and immediately felt at home. I almost felt high from the purity in my lungs and the mighty roar in my ears. Once again the Queen had made another visual impression on me and I was very thankful for that. There was a strong wind with that sweet smell of ocean air that kept hitting me in the face. I felt so relaxed now and at ease. As we got closer to the Queen's Castle, I could see the draw bridge coming down to carry us into her stronghold. It was beautiful this castle of the Queen's, cast in what seemed like white and grey stone with turrets looming up from the base. Windows of leaded glass were cut at all different angles around the castle with dim, flickering light shinning out thru the windows bevels. She must have candles burning throughout the castle. I looked up towards the top of this massive structure and indeed could see a widow's walk with a caped figure staring down at me. Was this my Queen? She must have seen my glance, because she then struck this pose with her hands on her hips, the very same pose I saw on the limo's screen coming over here, and even from this distance I could see wings sprouting up from a very small waist ready to take flight into the midnight air. A big chill of excitement went up my back, again, and I could bearly wait to get out of this vehicle and on with the night's encounter.
As we drove over the drawbridge, I could see on each side of the castle's entrance the most beautiful creatures on earth. They were muscular women standing at attention with their sculpted arms crossed in front of them. Just like lions that once guarded the castles of long ago, so these lionesses were standing guard at the Queen's castle tonight. Both wore silver and black leather two-piece outfits. Their tops being very revealing bustiers which showed off their tight, chiselled chest muscles, among other things. Their bottoms were very short shorts allowing their magnificent thighs to sweep out from their hips and flow down to knee high black skin tight boots with about 4" heels that revealed bulging calf muscles. All nicely bronzed skin, from what type of solar tanning I knew not. They each wore black leather forearm chaps that gave them a very military stance. Each one had long black ponytails that started from the very top of their heads and flowed down to the middle of their backs. What a great introduction into my first experience with muscular women ever. As we passed the two guardswomen, they both saluted us and parleyed us on into the castle. Once inside, I looked back and could see both women powering these circular dials that shut the drawbridge. What a glorious site to see! Their arms were tensed and in action, and all their muscles were peaked and pumped to the hilt. I just love to watch all that power, especially coming from a female. My driver came to an immediate stop and quickly climbed out of the limo and came around my side of the vehicle. She then opened up my door and said "You have arrived Rebel One. I hope you have enjoyed your journey here and I am quite sure you will continue your enjoyment throughout the night. Please follow me as we enter the Queen's Castle." And with no further ado, she started that ever so confident stride that I had been mesmerized watching when I had first encountered her at my hotel, which now seemed like an eon ago.
This level of the castle was dimly lit with burning torches stuck into the sides of the stones of the structure. The light had almost a greenish,yellowish hue to it where shadows were cast all over the walls and ceilings. It seemed that there were more people around than I could actually see. And as we walked towards the opposite side of the building, I could see trails of our movements,very eerie and yet exciting. We entered a small tunnel with a curved ceiling that must have only been about 7 feet high and about 3 feet wide. As I followed this Amazon to wherever my destiny lay, I could see dimly ahead of me the two lioness guards standing on each side of a door. Walking closer, I knew it was some kind of an elevator. When we did finally reach these wonderful creatures of brawn and beauty, they both said in unison to me "Welcome Rebel One." Then they opened the elevator's door and I was ushered in.
"Enjoy your time Rebel One," said my driver, "I'll be here waiting to take you back just as soon as you wish." And with an evil little wink, she turned on her heels and the elevator's door closed, leaving me alone in this rather small cubicle with only a dimly lit sconce on the side wall of the elevator. Strange, the sconce was in the shape of a posed bicep, nice little touch.
The door shut slowly in front of me and I was all alone in the Queen's elevator with only a dimly lit bicep shining in front of me. I really did not know what to think at this point. It had been such an exciting journey to this point, so overwhelming that I had not had a moment to clear my mind or regain my composure. My Queen must have known I would feel this way and had planned accordingly just for this very moment.
After about 30 seconds, the elevator doors slowly shut and I was on my way rising up, to where, I had absolutely no idea. Within another 30 seconds, the most amazing, sexy, raspy voice came over the intercom - "Welcome Rebel One. I trust my Associates have made your journey to this point as accommodating as possible. Finally we will get to meet face to face, please don't disappoint me. When the elevator stops and the doors open, please go to the end of the hall where a large door will open up just for you. Come through the door and enter my chamber. I will be on my throne awaiting your presence. This is your Queen speaking." And that was it, she was gone. Whew! I didn't know what to think or say, nor could I even move. I had finally heard her unbelievable voice with such dominance and presence, so hypnotic to the ear. I could only do as she commanded, I was hers totally. After having an intimate time in the limo with the Queen's Hologram, and now hearing her magnificent voice, I was mesmerized. I felt like I was in some strange time-warped kind of dream where you just move through in tunnel-vision, only seeing what's ahead of you and nothing else around you, nor does the around you matter whatsoever. The elevator finally came to a stop and the doors slowly opened revealing a long hallway made of stone walls and floor. There were small sconces lit up on the walls guiding me down to an enormous brown oak door that must have stood up about 30 feet. I started my walk down this long hallway, feeling like I was walking out of my current life forever and entering into another world of which I had no fathom of understanding or knowledge. Images of my wife, my kids, my business, my home- all passed in front of me as if they were saying good-bye forever. And yet, none of them mattered anymore. I was being led mentally, physically and spiritually to my destiny by My Queen and I had no power to do anything else. As I approached this mammoth of a door, it began to open, revealing candle-light streaming through the opening, growing larger as the door opened further and further. I stepped through the door's arch and immediately it swung shut, almost knocking me down on the stone floor, or no now the floor was made of pink marble. The room was enormous, similar to a grande ballroom. As I swung around from the doorway and walked into the room, I could see a stage at one end and a gold embossed throne. No Queen on throne, where was she? Just as I was starting to fear she changed her mind, I saw a rustling of curtains behind the stage and the most incredible creature meandered out through these curtains and began her walk to the front of the stage. She had the most gorgeous red-flaxen hair, big hair, I had ever seen. Starting from a gold diamond tiara on the top of her head, falling down and draping her shoulders and back.
She wore a bright red cape covering her body, but I could see enormous muscles popping out through the fabric. On her feet were spiked heels with open toes that made her look like a giant. But the most amazing thing about this creature was her cold staring emerald colored eyes. They were piercing right into my very soul. She didn't blink once, just kept staring at me. I had stopped walking and felt like I was frozen in my tracks, not able to pick up my feet and walk towards her. Then she snapped her fingers and immediately two men just dressed in loin cloths appeared out of no wheres, each grabbed my arms and literally dragged me across the floor to where the Queen was standing. They motioned me to kneel and I fell to my knees. I really didn't know what was happening or what would happen next, but just as soon as these men appeared, they also disappeared. Very strange. As I looked up at my Queen, she gave me the most wicked wink I have ever seen. Chills went up and down my spine. All I could do was stare up at her and wait for what would happen next. She then stepped down from the stage to the floor and ruffled her fingers through my hair. I felt like I was getting electrocuted, there was such an energy field there. She walked around me and stood directly in front of me, her bulging calves starring me right between the eyes. I was scared to look up, so I just stared at this magnificent balls of steel. What I did next, I had no control of- I reached out and touched them, then I started kissing them. I heard the Queen let out an almost horrified fit of laughter that scared me to death! She has this wicked side to her which seems to make her subjects obey. I quit kissing her calves and cowered down on the floor like a beaten child. "Ah Rebel One, finally we are together at last. You need not be afraid of me. You should know me by now, all the time we have spent online together through these past months. Come, come now Rebel One. Get hold of yourself. You are finally with your Queen. Treat me right. Worship me as your Queen."
And with that, she took off her cape and stared straight down at me, grabbed my hair and pulled my head up to look at her. What could I say or do - my mouth fell open but no words came out. I was blabbering like a 3 month old baby. She then started posing for me, first that hand on her waist with her shoulders flaring out - wow - what a sight! This perfection at the highest level ever. Then she flexed her arms for me, big balls of muscles popping out in the middle of her arms. They were soooo beautiful, sooooo hard, soooooo sexy. I wanted her to just cover my body with her body and hold me tight like a baby, never ever letting go. I wanted her to nurture me…
