Muscle and Domme is out
The new short story anthology Muscle & Domme is now available on Amazon https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0BRX1D4VX and Smashwords https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1315842 @stmercy2020 and my wife @JGmuscle12 help contribute to the work. Please support female muscle growth literature if you're able. Here is a small selection from the story Notary Required-----,“A notary? Why would I need a notary? Why would I sue someone like you?” I winced as soon as the words escaped my lips. Can I be any less respectful? The woman in front of me used her body to eke out a living and I was a venture capitalist set for life. I guess it probably comes with the territory though – an overinflated ego with a cockiness necessary for the job to take risks and expect rewards.“Yes, it’s a requirement,” she said in a powerful, deep-yet-feminine voice that was husky yet still warm. Shrugging off the insult, she immediately took back control of the situation. “And because you’re going to be black and blue in the morning.” As she spoke, she threw her shoulders back proudly. Firehose-like pulsing, aggressive veins snaked across her pec ridges radiating outward from the cleft where the two large muscles met at her breastbone. The effect expanded her massive heaving chest upward like a mountain. Her traps exploded upwards filling the space between her sliced deltoid heads and finally up to her angelic face and ears with an incredible volume of muscle. Her dark eyes twinkled gleefully. It was obvious how much this powerful woman in front of me enjoyed abusing rich menFear curdled through my body, but it was swamped by an overwhelming compulsion to serve and be destroyed by this woman. “But where are we going to get a notary at this hour? We need a witness for that and everything too. Can’t you just make an exception this time?”“No, I don’t accept pinky promises,” she smirked with a swagger that didn’t fit with her economic standing. “Take it or leave it.” She flipped around sending a waterfall of bleached blonde curly hair flying, grabbed her bag off the hotel desk, and made as if to leave. The bag must’ve been very heavy since the veins and tendons on her large hands were standing taut with the effort of holding it, but she seemed to carry the weight with ease. It only fired my desire for her more.“Well, I guess, Lexi, but…”“What’s it going to be, little man?” she said, cutting me off bluntly, her brow furrowing into a stern frown. “If you’re not going to go through with this, I’ll make other plans.” Again, she flexed her taut, bulging biceps as if enticing a moth to enter a flame. She wasn’t the sultry curvaceous movie star-like goddess that sent most men to their knees, but Lexi’s muscular power was even more beguiling to me.“No, no. I’ll sign it. What do we need to do?” I sniveled. It was as if I’d already reverted to some juvenile state in the presence of such raw, unadulterated power.“Aren’t you a big tech guy or something who focuses on creative ventures?” She said, a hoarse laugh escaping her lips. “You call a 24-hour notary and get some guy from room service up here with a couple bottles of champagne and a dessert befitting a lady.”“I don’t see any ladies here,” I joked. Instantly, her glare pierced me like a dagger. The malice written across her face was unworldly. Quickly I backtracked. “What I mean is… I see a beautiful muscular goddess of power… a Valkyrie that a bard would have sung about and poets like Homer swooned over.”“Enough of the buttering up already,” she said, her beautiful visage dropping its scorn and replacing it with an evil grin. “When we get started, you’ll find that nothing stops me from getting what I want. Just get to work on what we need.” My ragged breath, burning with desire, was so loud it seemed to ricochet back and forth across the room.I called and ordered two bottles of champagne, hot fudge sundaes, and a dozen red roses and smiled at her when I added the floral arrangement. “And three skinless white meat chicken breasts,” she added. “It’s going to be a long evening and I need some protein.”“And four grilled chicken breasts.” Covering the phone with my hand I whispered to her “maybe I’ll go longer than you think.”“No chance,” she responded, “but I’ll probably eat that one too,” she said rolling her massive traps and cracking her neck. I didn’t doubt it.I handed her an envelope with a cashier’s check for a thousand dollars. To me, it was chump change but to her, it could be life changing. It could provide her with the funds she needed to train, provide for the anabolics she needed, or even help her kid achieve more in school. I felt a bit of pride knowing that my pleasure might help her too.She looked inside. “Yep, that was the agreement.” Wordlessly she went back to her bag, unzipped it, and slipped the money inside. The floorboards squeaked under her weight. It wasn’t just that she was enormous– probably six feet tall with wide shoulders and hulking overstuffed, impossibly shredded back muscles. Beyond that, but even without touching her swollen muscles, I could sense that they held an almost surreal-like density....
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