I had a whole slew of bodybuilding fans but every guy was the same. They were fascinated by my large muscles but didn’t really care about getting to know me. Most men thought I was a freak and when I did date they thought I would be easy to get into bed with. I had pretty much given up on finding a nice guy when my girlfriend insisted I meet a friend of hers. He called me, set up a meeting time at Yankee Doodle’s and e-mailed me his picture. I e-mailed him my picture and that is probably why he didn’t show up that night. My arms were twice the size of his puny legs and it probably scared him off.
I went into the bar part of the restaurant and ordered a drink. I figured I would sip on the drink until he got there. As I waited I heard the bartender talking shit about me, the waitresses talking shit about me and the bar patrons talking shit about me. One guy said, “Look at that dude. I mean woman. I mean thing.” Then he laughed and the other guys laughed. A few more guys around the bar made a few comments about me and even though I was kind of used to it I found it upsetting me. It wasn’t like I was fat or had some condition I couldn’t control. I was more muscular than most men but I chose to look this way so I figured I sort of had it coming to me.
The entire time I was sitting there I kind of looked around the room watching the men in the bar. One guy wasn’t really paying particular attention to me but he kind of stuck out. I think the reason he stuck out was because he was the only one not paying attention to me. None of the men in the bar seemed to be interested in buying me a drink or they were afraid to. He didn’t seem interested either but he was the only guy who wasn’t staring or making rude comments. I also saw his biceps and triceps pop out when he shot pool and figured he lifted weights although he definitely was not a bodybuilder.
After 30 minutes I decided that I had been stood up so I ordered a shot of whiskey, slammed it quickly, paid for it and left the bar. I stopped to use the bathroom and when I came out of the bar the guy who had been shooting pool was just walking out the door of the restaurant. I don’t know what came over me but I followed him. He got to his car and realized I was right behind him. I hadn’t planned anything and didn’t really notice that no one was parked anywhere near him.
He suddenly whipped around and with fear in his voice he said, “Hey lady you’ve got the wrong guy. I didn’t say a word. If you want to kick somebody’s ass you should go back in the bar. All I did was shoot pool and mind my own business.”
I laughed and said, “I wasn’t going to kick your ass. I actually noticed that you were the only person who hadn’t made a wise crack so I just wanted to thank you.”
I held out my hand to shake his hand. He nervously reached out and took my hand. Again I hadn’t planned any of this but he looked so vulnerable, so controllable, that when he shook my hand I yanked him to me and spun him around. His back fell into my front side and I knocked him off his feet by taking two steps backward. He would have fallen but I wrapped my forearm around his neck and let him hang by his neck on my arm. He started gasping and flailing around. I looked down at his face and knew he wasn’t getting any oxygen to the brain.
He tried speaking to me but at this point I really didn’t care what he had to say and couldn’t understand him anyway. His eyes pleaded with me to stop and his hands tried to pry my arm off his neck but I was way too strong. My adrenaline was pumping like a mad woman. I had never done anything like this in my entire life but the feeling of power was incredibly invigorating. As he lost consciousness I still had no idea what I would do with him but he was now lying at my feet completely out.
I stood there frozen with the excitement of the whole thing still coursing through my veins when he started to stir. I pulled out his wallet so I could get his name. Mitch. I thought to myself, “Mitch, tonight I’m going to make you my bitch.” The only problem was I had no idea what to do. All I had right now was an unconscious man on my hands.
I didn’t have any rope but I had wrist strips that I wrapped around the barbell when I was lifting heavy. I took my knee braces and wrist straps and turned them into devices I could use to bind Mitch. As I was tying him up he woke up and said, “What are you doing? What happened?”
I gently reached down, pinched both sides of his neck and said, “Nighty night Mitch.” His eyes rolled back and he fell unconscious again. This time I felt a surge of power and a surge of sexual excitement as he succumbed to the lack of blood to his head. I finished binding him up, picked him up, threw him over my shoulder, went over to my car and set him down. I popped the trunk and threw him in. I pulled out of the parking lot and as I drove to my house my mind raced with what to do with him. Then it hit me.
I grabbed my cell phone and called an old girlfriend of mine. I said, “Hey Faye, are you in the mood for doing an old friend a favor?”
Faye said, “Susan, is that you? What kind of favor?”
I just came right out with it and said, “What if I told you I had knocked a man out, tied him up, had him in my trunk and was driving to my house with him.”
Faye started laughing so hard I finally had to say, “Come on Faye, I’m serious.”
She said, “I know you are that’s why I’m laughing so hard.” She took a deep breath and said, “Okay, if you told me that I would say get your ass over to my house because you’re in way over your head. Where are you?”
I said, “I just left the Yankee Doodle’s driveway but won’t your husband be mad. You are still married aren’t you?”
Faye said, “Yes I’m still married but my husband obeys me without question. Did you forget what I used to do?”
I said, “No, that is why I am calling you.”
She said, “I’ll open my garage and move my car out. Just pull in and I’ll close the door behind you.”
My short drive seemed like an eternity when Mitch woke up and started kicking the seats and side of the car. I finally pulled in and parked. Faye ran up and said, “Damn woman, shut him up before he gets someone to call the police.”
I quickly popped the trunk and said, “Right. I’m on it.” I turned towards Faye and said, “I love doing this. It is such a rush watching him go out at my will.” Then I put my fingers on Mitch’s neck and watched him black out again.
Faye said, “Soon your will is the only thing that is going to matter to your boy there. Come on, get him inside and down into my basement.”
I picked him up and pulled him out of the trunk. Then I said, “You have a basement in Los Angeles? Are you crazy?”
Faye said, “What are you a building inspector? It isn’t to earthquake code but it does the trick. Now get him onto that chair and strap him down.”
Faye pulled out a syringe and needle and set it on a table right next to Mitch. Then she turned to me and said, “This guy is cute. Where did you meet him?”
I told her about the whole evening and when I said his name she said, “Mitch, hey that rhymes with bitch. You can make him your bitch.”
I laughed and said, “I said the same thing when I found out his name is Mitch.”
Faye said, “OK, let’s get serious now.”
Faye slapped Mitch a couple of times on the face and waved something under his nose. He began coughing and then woke up with a startled look on his face. His eyes darted around the room and he tried to get up only to realize he was tied to the chair. Then he said, “What are you going to do to me? Why are you doing this to me? I didn’t say anything mean.”
Faye said, “That is why she chose you Mitch. You were the only cute guy in the bunch who was polite and minded your own business. In a moment you’re gong to feel a wonderful warm feeling seeping into your muscles and into your mind. Just relax and enjoy it. You can’t fight it but it is always fun to watch a man try.”
Faye picked up the syringe, turned to me and said, “This shit is great. I used it back when I was a professional dominatrix. I got all these little momma’s boys that thought they wanted to submit to a dominatrix but then they would chicken out and try to change their minds on me. I would pretend like I completely understood and walk them to the door. I had a device that swung from the ceiling and hit them on the head if they turned the doorknob. Once they were knocked out, I would drug them, and hypnotize them. After a few weeks of slave training I sold them to the highest bidder. I took them from fantasyland to reality land. Your boy Mitch didn’t ask for this but it will work the same way. When he wakes up he will be all yours just like my husband is all mine. Is that what you want?”
I said, “Geez Faye I hadn’t really thought of that. I kind of went on a gut reaction and knocked him out. I don’t even know the guy.”
As Faye brought the needle up Mitch started screaming, “Wait, I’ll go out with you. I’m not opposed to dating a bodybuilder. Please don’t do this. Please.”
Faye laughed and said, “I just love it when they beg. I hope he tries to fight the drug. That is so much fun to watch.”
Faye injected the substance right into Mitch’s arm. He stared at me with a wild look in his eyes. Nothing happened for a few minutes and then the angry look on his face started to disappear. He had been gripping the arm rests his arms were tied to and now his grip loosened. Then he smiled and his eyes seemed to glaze over.
Faye reached into a bag she had set on the table and pulled out a large diamond. She turned to me, winked and said, “Don’t worry, it isn’t real but it does the trick.”
She held the fake diamond in front of Mitch’s eyes and said, “You will keep your eyes on the diamond Mitch and just relax for me.” Mitch had stopped fighting and immediately allowed his eyes to go to the diamond. Faye said, “Good boy. The diamond is impossible to look away from and my voice is impossible to resist.”
I watched in fascination as she hypnotized Mitch. Fifteen minutes later he was completely under her control and calling her master. Faye said, “Yes Mitch, I am your master and Susan is your mistress. You belong to Susan now and must obey her no matter what she tells you to do. She is dominant and you are submissive. She is powerful and you are her bitch. When you awaken you will see Susan standing in front of you. You will immediately be overcome with lust and desire and will wish to submit to her in all things.”
Faye turned to me and said, “I’m going to give him a trigger word so we can bring his mind back to his this hypnotic state anytime we want to. Do you have any words you seldom use but like?”
I said, “Sure, how about muscle bound?”
Faye said, “Great.” She turned to Mitch and said, “Mitch, whenever Susan says muscle bound to you your mind will return to this hypnotic state so she can further program your mind for obedience. You will be deeply hypnotized and helpless to her suggestion just as you are deeply hypnotized right now and helpless to my suggestion.”
Faye turned to me and said, “Okay I am going to wake him up now. He’ll still be a little groggy from the drug but he is completely ready for his life of servitude and submission. Watch how I wake him up so if you ever use your trigger word you know how to bring him out of it.”
Faye woke Mitch up and when he looked around the room and saw me he tried to get up. The drug obviously hadn’t worn off and he fell to the floor. I picked him up and when I did he wrapped his arms around me and told me I was the most beautiful woman he had even seen. He then said, “I would do anything to have a woman like you. Use me, abuse me, and do what you like with me because I would do anything for you.”
I looked at Faye and said, “Wow, is he serious? If he is I think I’ll keep him.”
Faye said, “Oh yes, he is serious. He is all yours.”
I set him down, ran over to Faye and gave her a big hug. She said in a pained voice, “You’re hurting me you muscle bound freak.”
I let go and said, “I am not muscle bound.”
We heard a thump and Mitch was lying on the floor. I ran over and said, “The drug still hasn’t worn off. Can you wake him up?”
Faye said, “It wasn’t the drug. You used your trigger word by accident. Now do like I taught you and wake him up.”
I picked him up, threw him over my shoulder and said, “I’ll wake him in the car. Then I’m going to take him home and have some fun.”
I took Mitch home and had the first of many wonderful nights with my new man who would do anything for me.