by plowjack
He watched as she cracked two more beers, poured the brown, foamy liquid
into tall glasses, and brought them to the couch. She was about 5'9" tall, a
big frame that supported big curves. She was dressed in a black, body-suit
top, tight enough to highlight her 48-D chest and show off her wide
shoulders. Her big hips and shapely ass were wrapped in a calf-length suede
skirt, her calves covered by cowboy boots. Her hips swiveled invitingly as
she brought the drinks.
He knew that he was invited. They had dated for a couple of months, with
several sleep-overs. She told him that she loved his athlete's muscles, and
her bedroom style convinced him that she wasn't lying. She was toned and
thick, bigger than the women he usually dated. He was excited by her
aggressive style and attitude, but a little put off as well.
Now they sat and sipped, and she took up the conversation they had been having.
"So, have you ever been hypnotized?" she asked again, her green eyes watching him over her beer.
"Sure," he answered, "a couple of times in a psychology course for fun. We worked on each other. Then I used it to quit smoking."
"That worked for you?" She asked.
"Yeah, it worked great!" he replied.
"Ever use it for sex?" she asked, just as bold as you please.
"What? Uh... no, what would hypnosis have to do with sex? He couldn't say that he was shocked, but he was surprised. This girl was out there!
"Haven't you heard that the greatest erogenous zone is the brain? If you
let me hypnotize you I can promise you a night like no other."
"You gonna make me bark like a dog?" he teased.
"Only if you really want to..." she answered. She had wrapped her arms
around his neck and her full, red lips were an inch from his as she spoke.
He kissed her and ran his hands up her torso. He cupped her big breasts and
thumbed her nipples, feeling their weight. He continued up, to grasp her
shoulders and hold her arms. She was holding him tight, and he noticed that
she had pretty well-developed muscles. He squeezed them, and felt her flex
even harder.
He took her arms firmly in his hands and pulled her off of him. She
struggled, and he actually had some trouble controlling her, but finally he
held her in front of him, her arms pinned to her sides.
"I win," he said when she stopped struggling, "but you are pretty strong,
aren't you?" He let her go, and they both stretched. When she stretched, her
big tits rose and stood in a way that made her cock stir.
"You bet I am!" she said, and flexed her arm. A small, hard biceps was
visible under her sleeve. She ran her hands over his arms and squeezed his
big biceps. "It's not fair that you guys get all the muscles. I work out
hard but I'll never get as thick as this."
He raised his eyebrows and flexed his arms under her hands. "And what would
a sweet thing like you do with muscles like this?" he teased.
Her face became serious and her eyes locked with his. She plastered her
body against him and rubbed her breasts on his arm. "Let me hypnotize you
and we can find out," she said.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean that we can trade strength. I get to be stronger than you. Wouldn't
that be fun? Wouldn't you like to be held tight in a strong woman's arms?"
She had climbed on to him, sitting straddling his lap, facing him. "Then I
could hold you down and make you come over and over, or I could make you beg
me to fuck you, to let you be in me..."
"The first one sounds better, baby," he said, smiling.
"Does that mean you'll do it?" she said, her eyes bright and lips damp and
parted.
"Well, I guess it's just a game anyway, but I suppose I'll play along," he
said, thinking that he would certainly get some excellent sex, and that he
could take control any time he wanted. "So, do you use a watch?" he joked.
But she had already gotten up and kicked off her boots.
She pulled off her panty hose provocatively, the told him to take off his
shoes, socks and belt. As he did she brought a large candle to the coffee
table and lit it. Then she sat next to him on the couch.
She told him to watch the flame, and instructed him to breathe deeply and
regularly. With skill and simplicity she led him into a deep trance. He sat
motionless, his mind filled with firelight and her soft, sultry voice.
She asked him to flex his biceps, to make it as big and hard as he could.
She ran her hand over it, and over his shoulders and chest. "You are nicely
built, my sweet, but these muscles are just a bit too little and weak
compared to me." She stood next to him and flexed her own muscles. She told
him to feel the hard strength in them, and made him squeeze the huge muscles
of her thighs and ass, the power in her own biceps. She gave suggestions
that he would find her very strong. "Feel how hard and big my body is," she
told him, "Your strength can never equal mine.." Then she told him to stand
up. As he did, she knelt on the coffee table, so that she was as a full head
taller then his 5'11" frame. She held his chin in her hand and kissed his
lips sweetly, while running her other hand into his shirt. She began to
knead and squeeze his pectoral muscles.
"Now relax, my dear. Feel my strong hand on you, and let your muscles
relax." She could feel the flesh of his chest soften, and she ran her nails
over his nipples. She turned him around and massaged his shoulders, giving
suggestions to relax. She gripped his biceps and squeezed. "Now relax your
arms. Let me squeeze them... let me knead them like dough... make your arms
as soft as butter." She got down from the table and massaged his flat belly,
softening it, then told him to sit down again and did his legs, relaxing
them to complete softness.
"This is how it will be for us now, my dear," she said softly, kissing his
neck and kneading his flaccid biceps. "Your muscles will stay as soft as
butter, as weak as milk, when you are with me. That's true, isn't it my
dear?"
"Yes," he said quietly
"What is true?"
"My muscles are as soft as butter when I'm with you."
"Flex your arm," she said, than squeezed his muscle, massaging away the
thickening biceps, saying "So soft... so soft and sexy... Now feel your own
arm."
He squeezed his biceps, a faint look of surprise crossing his tranced face
as he felt its softness. "That's almost as hard as it will get. Flex hard,
maybe it will get a little harder," she teased. He flexed like a bodybuilder
but when she gripped his arm it was barely firm. She began pushing down on
his arms and they gave way easily. She pushed his arms to his sides, wrapped
her arms around him and squeezed him hard. Then she raised her right arm and
flexed.
"Feel my arm, baby," she said. He squeezed her thick biceps and caressed
it. "Isn't it big and hard?"
"Yes,"
"Much harder than your soft little arms..."
"Yes, much harder..."
"So I must be much stronger than you, too?"
"Yes, much stronger..."
She had again wrapped him in her arms, pinned his athletic arms to his
sides, and was kissing him as she spoke.
"You're much too soft and weak for me. From now on you'll never be able to
stand up to my strength." She released him and stepped back, holding up her
hands. "Lock hands with me," she said, reaching up as he locked his fingers
in hers.
"Let's test our strength, baby doll," she said, "Push me down if you can."
She felt him beginning to push, but he could get only a fraction of his
natural strength, and she held him easily. "You can push harder than
that..." she said, and he increased his force. "Harder..." she felt herself
beginning to strain. "There, that's the limit of your strength..." She set
herself and held him motionless. "You're no stronger than that, no matter
how hard you try. Come on baby, try to move me."
He seemed to strain harder, but she was able to hold him easily. Then she
began to push back. At first his arms held fast. "Too soft... too weak..."
she whispered, and felt him begin to give way. "Not too easy now... let's
make it a struggle," she said, and began using all of her strength. His arms
buckled. Soon her arms were fully extended and his wrists were bent back
over his shoulders. He still strained, and his muscles flexed, looking as
large and strong as ever, but unable to resist her. She bent him back
further, and said "Say uncle, baby." He was obviously straining, and he
frowned and said nothing. She pushed him slowly back toward the couch, then
shoved him down onto it. She climbed into his lap and pinned his hands to
the couch beside his shoulders. She leaned forward and kissed him, releasing
his wrists. She ran her hands over his arms and felt them turn to butter,
his flexed muscles vanishing again. She told him to relax, leading him
expertly back into a deep motionless trance. As he sat quietly she gave him
a final round of suggestions, adding a little surprise for later. As she
spoke, she reached down and unfastened his pants, pulling out his half-erect
cock. In moments he was fully erect in her hand. His breathing quickened
only slightly as she spoke.
"You will sleep for a little while now," she said," and when you awaken all
will be as we've agreed. You will feel well and rested, but you will notice
that you feel rather weak. Your muscles will remain as soft and unflexed as
possible in my presence, and you will never have more than half of your
former strength. You will never be stronger than me. If I push you will give
way, your strength no match for mine. Your body will never overpower mine in
any way."
She continued to stroke his dick, saying, "One last thing. Your cock is
very hard and strong, the only part of you that is. I'm going to make you
come now, so you know that I mean you only sweet pleasure. When you wake you
will be soft, but when you get hard again you will stay that way. You will
not lose your erection, or come again, until I tell you to. Soft, helpless
muscles and hard cock, that's you."
She grasped his arm, crushing his soft flesh in her hard grip, just as he
began to come. She slid off his lap and took his cock in her mouth, sucking
up his come until he was still. Then she sat back and gave him the command
to lie down and sleep for awhile.
When he awoke he remembered everything about the hypnosis, and he felt
rather embarrassed. He had played with B&D games before, even letting a girl
tie him down, but this was weirder than that. He was proud of his strength,
the kind of guy who flexed a little whenever someone touched his arm, and
blushed when he thought of how soft he had let a woman feel his arm being.
He flexed, and was pleased to find it as thick and hard as ever, though he
did feel a little weak. Then she walked into the room.
She was wearing only her panties, and carrying a pair of 35 pound
dumbbells, doing biceps curls as she walked. Instantly, he felt his hard arm
shrink and collapse. He flexed and squeezed, but his arm felt like mush
under his own hand, and even his grip on it was feeble.
Her muscles flexed and rippled, her tits swaying as she pumped. Her long
legs were thick and muscular, her belly flat, her hips wide and solid. He
watched her panther-like movements with awe and lust. His cock lay inert,
and he blushed again as he remembered why. He remembered her strong hand
crushing his soft arm as she made him come. He again rubbed his arm, and
felt small bruises where her thumb and fingers had gripped.
She came and stood in front of him. He sat on the couch and her round
breasts were in his face. She raised the weights again, making her biceps
swell.
"Arms feeling a little mushy, baby?" she asked, smiling. She set the
weights down on a corner of the couch and flexed her own arms. "Here, feel
these!" she said, and he ran his hands up her body. He squeezed her
rock-hard shoulders and then her pumped biceps. "Hard as stone, aren't they?
Do you remember how strong I am, baby? How soft you were to me?" She reached
out and stroked his arms, pushing her thumbs into his soft flesh. "That's
because we traded strengths, remember?" She took his arms in her hands and
pushed him back onto the couch again. "You've probably taken a woman in your
arms and ravished her with your strength. I don't mean rape, just the
natural softness of a woman in your big arms. Well, baby, now you're the
soft one, and I'm going to use you, ravish you, and pleasure you at will."
He was amazed at her strength. He felt as weak as a boy as she pinned his
arms to the couch and climbed into his lap. He flexed his muscles and tried
seriously to push her away. He got his shoulders off the couch, but his arms
felt like water after just a minute of effort, and he was slammed back
against the cushions.
"I win," she said, and let him go. She sat up on her knees, straddling his
legs, and stretched her pumped arms. He was fascinated, and leaned forward
to kiss her biceps and shoulders. He wrapped her in his arms, and she felt
his soft squeeze.
She took a handful of his hair in her left hand, and pulled him away from
her. She lifted his chin with the other hand and kissed him hard, crushing
his mouth with hers. Then she turned his head and bit down on his earlobe.
She bit hard, and gasped and twisted under her. She bit harder and he began
to struggle. He grabbed her wrists and tried to pull, but his muscles seemed
underpowered, and he couldn't budge her. She bit his neck hard and he gasped
and tried harder, feeling a little stronger, and managed to pull her hand
away from his chin.
"Oooo... you're such a big, strong boy..." she cooed, and sat up on his
lap, keeping one hand in his hair. She pressed her right arm forward and he
felt his own arm move. He was using almost all his strength now, and was
amazed as this woman overpowered him. Her hand returned to his face and
gripped his jaw hard. "No, baby, you're not big and strong at all, are you?"
she growled, and shook his head back and forth. "You're big and you're
handsome, but you're not really very strong, are you?"
He grabbed her shoulders and held on, but she pushed him back. She was
excited to find that her experiment was working well. His lovely, athletic
body seemed unable to resist her, but she had to test the power of her
suggestions.
He was pressed back against the couch, her heavy body flattening his arms.
"You look so helpless, baby," she said, and buried her teeth in his throat.
She bit him hard again, and said, "I'm gonna mark you up a little, sweetie,
so everyone will know that I've had you." She nipped a third place hard, and
kept her lips and teeth on his throat as he began to fight her. He grabbed
her upper arms and tried to throw her off. He gripped her hard, but he felt
her slim muscles grow hard under his hand. She felt his biceps thicken, but
she squeezed hard, and they melted under her hands. His resistance seemed
sincere, his hands squeezing her hard arms, but his efforts were feeble. She
released him and looked with satisfaction at the reddening marks on his
neck.
"Pretty boy," she said, "This is fun..." she kissed him gently on the lips,
still holding him pinned to the couch. "You're so sweet and soft. I think
I'll fuck you silly tonight," she purred, and wrapped her arms around his
head bruising his soft lips with her mouth.
He was now confused and amazed. The little game had already gone further
than he ever expected. While he still found her sexy and exciting, He was
also now a little frightened. For the last few minutes he had been fighting
hard, with no results. He had been trying - really trying - to get her off
of him. His impulse was to grab her and turn the tables, pinning her under
him until she gave in. But his muscles just didn't have the power to do the
job. He had decided, when she was biting him, to stop the game. He meant to
use his greater strength to control her, as he had done just an hour before.
But it was useless. She was just so much stronger than him! He looked up at
her, taking in her lovely face, her thick shoulders, her firm high breasts,
and he felt himself surrender. Now he wished only to have his mouth on those
nipples, have his cock in her pussy.
She felt the change, suddenly he wasn't struggling. His eyes were all over
her, and she felt his soft body relax under her. His arms again went around
hers, but he was caressing her, running his hands over her flexed biceps and
shoulders. His hands were gentle and erotic, trailing over her shoulder to
gently lift and squeeze her tits. She arched her back and offered her
nipples to his mouth, and he began to suck and lick. She wrapped her arms
around his shoulders and squeezed him hard, and felt his body be crushed in
her grip. "So soft and sweet..." she murmured, and thrust her breasts into
his face. She felt his cock stir beneath her, and she reached a hand down
between them to grasp and stroke it. "Mmmm... there's the hard part", she
said, as she brought him fully erect in her hand. He stood full and rock
hard for her, showing no signs of fatigue.
"Come on, pretty boy, let's go to the bedroom," she purred, getting up from
him. She took him by the wrist, clamping down hard, and pulled him toward
his room. In the room, she helped him out of his pants and pulled off her
panties, leaving them both naked. Holding his wrists in her two hands, she
knelt before him and took his cock in her mouth. She applied her hot, deep
mouth energetically. She could usually make a man come in her mouth in about
three minutes, but her toy just moaned and quivered. "You're too weak to
come unless I let you, boy," she crowed, as she got up and sat down on the
bed with her legs spread, her pussy wet and wide. "Come and get it,
sweetie..." she said.
His cock was hard and springy, and he came swiftly toward her, with it
aiming straight for her. But she caught him by the shoulders. Her thumbs dug
into him hard as she forced him back, then caught his hair and forced him
quickly to his knees before her. "No, no, silly boy, I meant come and get
it!" she pulled his face into her muff. "Start licking, sissy boy. If I come
a few times, maybe I'll let you put your hard little cock in my big, strong
pussy."
She did. He was skilled and sweet, his hot tongue bringing her off several
times. When she was panting and trembling, he suddenly hauled himself out of
her grip and tried to climb on top of her. She put an arm around his neck
and with an effort flipped him over onto the bed. "You should know better,
my soft little sweetheart. You're the weak sister here, and I'm going to
take you now."
She wrapped her arms around him and pulled his lips to hers. He felt
completely helpless in her thick arms, felt them like steel bands
imprisoning him, felt her big breasts pressed against him, and he
surrendered to her again. She climbed onto him and pressed herself down onto
his throbbing cock, riding him for another hour, and another orgasm, before
she whispered in his ear, "Now you can come for me, boy. Let go and shoot
your hot stuff into me!" He did.
In the moments following his orgasm, she returned him to trance through the
suggestions she had placed. She told him that when they were finished for
the evening he would sleep, and in the morning his strength would return,
though again she left behind a surprise.
The tale of how she used her surprise, her power over him, is for another
time.
Sometimes the woman takes charge from the first. A strong woman can skip the 'courtship phase', and overwhelm a weak man - sweep him off his feet. A strong woman, acting firmly in her strength, is a force of nature that knocks men over and takes what must be taken.
