I first met Bonnie two years ago in a health club to whichwe both belonged, and I was immediately struck by her strength,beauty and femininity. An inch taller than my own 5'9" and witha powerful, muscular, yet shapely body that outweighed my own bya good ten pounds, I was fastinated at the way she could outliftmost of the men at the club and struck up a conversation withher. When she invited me to come home with her I acceptedeagerly. However, I soon discovered what she had in mind for me. Quickly changing into sensuous black tights that revealed everymuscle and curve of her fantastic body, she challenged me to afriendly wrestling match. Almost drooling at the prospect ofphysical contact with this gorgeous Amazon, I readily agreed, andbefore I realized it she had me downstairs on a wrestling mat inher gameroom. We closed, locking hands, and I held my own for amoment or two while she tested my strength, but after that Inever had a chance. She was stronger and faster than I and knewevery trick in the book. She put me through a dozen holds in asmany minutes, maintaining each hold just long enough to ensurethat I couldn't escape and then moving into the next one. Shefinished me off by getting behind me, wrapping her powerful armsaround my chest, pinning my arms to my sides and lifting mecompletely off the mat in a crushing bear hug that I thoughtwould cave in my ribs until I was completely limp with exhaus-tion. Then she put me across her shoulders and gave me anairplane spin that left my mind reeling. She finally ended thecontest--if you could call it that--by gripping my neck andbuttocks and heaving me up over her head, her arms fully extend-ed, to hold me there, seemingly ten feet in the air, my noseinches from the ceiling, while I struggled feebly to escape hergrip, and then tossing me on my back, stradding my chest andpinning my shoulders to the mat with her knees. After I had regained my breath and some semblance of com-posure, she asked me if I thought I could beat her at anything. I told her that I had done some boxing in college, but that Iwould never dream of fighting a girl. She laughed and asked,"What's the matter? Afraid I'll clean your clock for you?" andproduced two pair of boxing gloves. I hesitated, but finallydecided this girl needed a lesson, so I put them on and wesquared off. Initially, she seemed content to fight defensively;I used every trick I knew, but she was incredibly fast, and herbobbing and weaving caused me to miss almost every punch I threw. The few that were on target she easily slipped or blocked. Finally, in desperation, I threw a roundhouse right, but shestepped inside it and, taking the initiative, began peppering mewith jabs and hooks to my face and body that came with blurringspeed and sent me reeling backward. I tried to cover up anddodge her blows, but she seemed to anticipate my every move, andthe accuracy of her punches was phenomenal. In the next fewseconds she hit me thirty or forty times, and, although herpunches weren't hard, my head was reeling from their cumulativeeffect. Then, just as suddenly as it had begun, her onslaughtstopped, and she stood watching me, a smile decorating her lovelyface as I swayed back and forth in front of her. "Nighty night,lover," she said softly. "No more lovetaps. I'm going to putyour lights out with one punch." Alarmed, I started to backaway, but her body became a blur of motion, and then somethingslammed into my jaw with the force of a sledgehammer, spun mealmost completely around and tumbled me backward into oblivion. When I came to I was lying naked in her bed, and she waslying on her side next to me looking down at me and running onehand lightly up and down my body. Seeing my eyes open, shechuckled and leaned down to kiss me lightly on the tip of mynose. "Welcome back, baby," she said. "I was beginning to thinkyou'd never come around." "How--how did I get here?" I blurted. She laughed. "Why, I carried you up here, of course. AfterI took your clothes off. You know, baby, you have a very nice,soft, little body, just the kind I like to play with. And youmade a marvelous armful as I was carrying you up here, so cuteand cuddly. I think I'm going to have lots of fun with you." I gasped and tried to get up, only to find that both mywrists were locked back over my head in the powerful grasp of herleft hand. As I continued to struggle I felt her other handslide between my thighs to firmly cup my penis and testicles inher palm. I stopped struggling in a hurry. "What--what are yougoing to do with me?" I stammered. She grinned at my helplessness. "Can't you guess? Youknow, beating you up really turned me on in a big way. And thatsoft, sexy little body of yours--well, it's enough to drive agirl wild. I damn near raped you just carrying you up here. Butnow that I've got you in bed, baby, I'm going to bang you likeyou've never been banged before. And you're going to love everyminute of it." I gasped in dismay. That would be the final blow. Beingraped by a girl! The thought sent chills down my spine. "That--that's impossible!" I croaked. She laughed. "Wanta bet? I'll bet you your paycheck I cando anything I want to with you. Watch!" Still holding my wrists pinned behind my head with one handand my crotch firmly in the grip of her other hand, she loweredher head to capture my mouth with her own in a crushing frenchkiss that took my breath away. Then, before I could recover, shewas biting and kissing my face and neck with a passion thatamazed me. As she did so, I felt the hand cupping my crotchstart to massage and stroke me intimately, tickling the inside ofmy thighs and caressing my testicles while I struggled helplesslyin her grip. Then I felt her hand grip my penis firmly, herthumb over its tip, as she began to masturbate me. I gasped andredoubled my efforts at resistance, but she quickly locked herlegs around mine and I was encased in a steel vice from which Icould not escape as she continued to manipulate my body at will. I had never believe it possible for a woman to rape a man,but Bonnie had me writhing with a throbbing erection within a fewminutes, as pangs of sexual desire flooded my body. I heardmyself moaning in mingled shame and passion, and as she finallymounted me and took me inside her I thought I was going to climaxright then and there. Somehow, she stopped me. Something aboutthe way her hands held my body, that I haven't figured out tothis day, brought me back from the brink until she was ready, andthen I heard her breathe, "Now!" and the world exploded in anorgasm that filled my entire being, lifting me with her andcarrying me on a wave of ecstacy to heights I had never knownbefore. When it was over, I lay limp and quivering beneath her asshe grinned down at me. "I think you just lost this week'spaycheck, baby," she told me softly. "And don't tell me itwasn't worth it. From the way you were moaning, I'll bet it wasthe best you've ever had." Despite being redfaced with shame, Ihad to admit she was right, and when I said so she laughed. "Forwhat it's worth, baby, you were pretty good yourself, good enoughthat I think I may take you around a few more times before thenight is out. After that, well, we'll see how you hold up." She was as good as her word. She held me helpless on thebed and raped me again and again, so often I lost count. Evenwhen I thought I had no more to give her, somehow she brought meto climax after climax, sometimes when it seemed that I was onlysemiconscious, controlling my body with her hands and lips in away I would never have thought possible. There was no questionof my failing her--she wouldn't let me fail her; even when I wasmoaning and begging her to stop, although I swore my body couldfeel nothing else, she would laugh and force me into another,incredible orgasm. Finally, after what seemed like hours, she let me up, forcedme to sign my weekly paycheck over to her as payment for the betshe had made me (I didn't recall accepting her bet, but with myleft arm twisted up behind my back I really had no choice),helped me to get dressed and guided me on unsteady feet to thedoor. As I opened the door she suddenly put her arms around mywaist and pulled me forward, crushing me against her and bendingme backward in a french kiss that took my breath away. Then,stooping slightly, she wrapped her arms around my hips andstraightened, lifting me several inches off the floor, and backedme against the door, looking up at me with a smile decorating herlovely face. "You were good tonight, baby," she said softly. "So I'll pick you up after work next Friday and we can spend nextweekend having some more fun. Wouldn't you like that?" I gasped. "I--I don't know..." I stammered. She chuckled. "I do. I'll pick you up next Friday. Bodily, if necessary." She set me down and, with a pat on mybackside, sent me on my way. That was the beginning. Every Friday night after that shewould be waiting for me after work in her convertible to take mehome with her. A couple of times I tried to resist, but shesimply reached out to take my wrist in a bonecrushing grip andforce me into the car. At her home, she would strip me naked,change into tights and, after making me bet her my paycheck thatshe could do whatever she wanted with me, spend the next hour orso doing whatever she wanted with me. I tried to reason withher, pointing out that she was leaving me nothing but my savingsto live on, but she simply laughed and told me to let her knowwhen my savings were exhausted. After a few weeks, when itbecame apparent that I was completely defenseless against her,she stopped going through the formality of betting me and wouldsimply take my paycheck and whatever else she wanted away fromme. After she had finished with me, and I was lying at her feeteither unconscious or sobbing and begging for mercy, she wouldpick me up, throw me over her shoulder, carry me upstairs to herbedroom and spend the rest of the night raping me until I finallyfainted from sheer exhaustion. She would make me spend Saturdayshelping her clean her apartment, and Saturday nights she wouldtake me out, either to dinner or to a movie before taking me tomy apartment, tossing me into my bed and raping me a couple moretimes for good measure, leaving me Sunday to recover from myordeal. To make matters worse, after several weeks she startedtaking me out with her friends, to whom she would brag about howeasily she could beat me up and rape me at will, paying noattention to how embarrassing her boasts were to me. After awhile, her friends made no secret of their contempt for me,referring to me as "Bonnie's battered boyfriend" or "Bonnie'slove toy." Then I began to notice that every couple of weeks or so shewould have added new weightlifting and bodybuilding equipment toher gameroom (purchased with my money, undoubtedly!). Duringthis same period, subtle changes in her body began to becomeapparent; her chest and shoulders became broader and deeper, herbody harder and her arms and legs bigger and more muscular, untilmy own arms and legs seemed like broomsticks by comparison. Sheeven gained a couple of inches in height so that, now at an evensix feet, she towered three inches above me which, since shealways wore 5" heels when we went out together, made me feel likea small child when I stood next to her. Moreover, as she becamebigger and stronger, overpowering me on the wrestling mat orbeating me into submission in her new boxing ring became such aquick and effortless exercise for her--and even more painful forme--that she seemed almost bored. Finally she discovered thatshe could arouse herself sexually by simply picking me up in herhands and, holding me at arms' length, tickling, squeezing,bending and twisting my body at will while I screamed andthrashed about helplessly in her grip. In short, she had becomea complete sadist, and my body had become her defenseless toy, tobe used or abused at her pleasure. Yet, after each of thesesessions when she had me in bed raping me, she gave me suchintense ecstacy that I found myself more and more willing toendure the pain and humiliation which preceded her lovemaking. There was one aspect of our relationship, however, that Icould not endure. That was the way she treated me in public. Inevery way she made it clear to anyone watching us that, inaddition to towering over me, she was the stronger and dominantpartner. She would always walk ahead of me with long strides,forcing me to trot to keep up with her. She would open doors forme and order for me in restaurants. On the dancefloor, she wouldlead, with her right arm firmly around my waist bending mebackward and molding my body to hers as we danced, my eyes aboutlevel with her throat. Worst of all, she thought nothing offondling me in public, squeezing my buttocks or tickling theinside of my thighs, or running her hands up and down my bodysensuously to stimulate an erection. Several times when we werestanding at a bar and a stool vacated next to us, she would reachdown, slide one hand under my buttocks and lift me effortlesslyoff the floor to place me on the empty stool, much to the amuse-ment of the others in the bar and to my embarrassment. When Iwould plead with her to be a little more discreet, she wouldlaugh and asked me what I thought I could do about it, and Icould only lapse into helpless silence. Finally my savings gave out and, when my landlord wasthreatening to evict me, I tearfully pleaded with Bonnie to letme keep enough money to at least pay my bills. Instead, she an-nounced that I would move in with her and become her housemaidand personal, live-in playtoy, and that for the privilege ofsharing her quarters and giving her my paycheck every week, Iwould be obliged to take care of her home after work. She paidoff the balance of my rent and other bills, sold my few pieces offurniture and moved me in with her. Although I was initiallyconcerned that my body could not stand on a daily basis the kindof treatment to which she had been subjecting me each week, sheobviously had the same concern, for on week nights she contentedherself with lifting, tickling and fondling me, and only occasi-onally making love to me, but always being careful not to hurtme. Only on weekends did she give me the full treatment. Nevertheless, I still found myself rebelling against herfondling me in public, and the matter came to a head one night,after I had been living with her about six weeks, when she wasentertaining her friends at her home. I was circulating throughthe crowd serving drinks and hors d'oeuvres when I heard one ofBonnie's girl friends asking her when she was going to marry me. Bonnie threw back her head and roared with laughter. "Marryhim!" she exclaimed. "Why should I marry him? I own him! He'smy little toy. You don't marry a toy; you play with it, and whenyou get bored with it you throw it away." Turning to me, where Iwas serving drinks several feet away, she said, "Isn't thatright, Baby Buns?" I put the tray down and went over to her. "I didn't hearthat," I said. She chuckled, put one arm around my waist and pulled meagainst her. "I made up a little poem about you, Baby Buns. Wantto hear it?" I flushed. "Well, I don't know..." "Well," she said, "you're going to whether you want to ornot. It's called 'My Little Instant Erection'. Here's how itgoes: When I tickle him he laughs. When I spank him he cries. When I squeeze him he screams. When I fondle him he sighs. He's my personal playtoy With an instant erection; A snap of my fingers And he's ready for action."
She slid one hand down under my buttocks and lifted me severalinches off the floor to plant a kiss on the end of my nose. "Isn't that right, Baby Buns? Tell my friend Jeannie what youare to me." Beet red, I tried to spin away from her. "Bonnie,please..." But her hand slid around my hips and forced itselfbetween my thighs to firmly encase my crotch and again lift me aninch or two off the floor. And this time her voice had an edgeto it. "Tell Jeannie what you are to me," she said again. "Anddon't make me tell you a third time." My voice quivering with embarrassment, I said quietly, "I'myour playtoy." "My LITTLE playtoy. Right?" I nodded, looking at the floor. "Yes. Your little playtoy." Bonnie chuckled and turned to face her friend. "See? Evenhe knows what he is. And he loves every minute of it. Don'tyou, Baby Buns." Redfaced with shame, I nodded humbly. Bonnie put her hands on her hips, looking down at me. "Well," she said quietly, "since you're being so agreeable, whydon't you get down on your knees and show the girls the only wayI'll let you kiss me." That was too much. My face burning with embarrassment, Iwhispered, "Bonnie, no. Please." She laughed and, placing one hand on top of my head, forcedme to my knees in front of her. She stepped forward, straddlingmy body with her powerful legs, and then pulled my head up underher skirt to mash my face firmly into her womanhood. "Open yourmouth, Baby Buns, and show the girls how you give your mistresspleasure." I had no choice. My nose was buried between her legs, and Icouldn't breathe. As I opened my mouth, my head was mashed upeven tighter into her hairy bush as she gave a deep sigh and thenreleased me. "That was pretty good, Baby Buns," she chuckled. "Any of you girls want to try this with him? If you get his noseup there just right, it's almost as good as the real thing!" At that point something in my mind snapped. With a sob offrustration and humiliation I spun away from her, rose to myfeet, whirled completely around and tried to backhand her acrossthe face. Although caught completely by surprise, she reactedinstantly, catching my wrist in a bonecrushing grip and bendingme backward across her thighs. "Did you see that?" she gasped. "My little toy actually tried to hit me!" With that, she slidone hand down my back to grasp my belt firmly and lift me bodilyoff the floor, holding me at arm's length like a sack of featherswhile I thrashed about helplessly in the grip of her single hand. Carrying me to a high chair in the center of the room andslamming me face down across her lap with a force that took mybreath away, she quickly pulled my pants and underwear down toexpose my bare buttocks. "Boys and girls," she announced to herguests, "you are about to witness how a real woman handles anaughty little man toy who gets out of line." And with that, sheproceeded to spank my bare bottom with the palm of her hand asthough I were a child. I don't know what hurt the most, the stinging power of herbig hand as it descended again and again with sledgehammer forceagainst my bare flesh or the realization that I, a grown man, was being publicly spanked by this beautiful Amazon in front ofall our friends. Regardless, within moments I was screaming andsobbing with pain and humiliation as I thrashed helplessly in hersteel grip, unable to even slow the tempo of her blows. How longshe continued to spank me I don't know; all I remember is thattoward the end my body was engulfed in a swirling cauldren ofpain and I was sobbing and begging incoherently for her to stop. Finally she did, lifting me off her lap and setting me on my feetonly to grip my buttocks again with a single hand that sent fieryfingers of pain shooting through my body and march me, with myfeet barely touching the floor, to a corner of the room and standme there, facing the wall with my nose pushed firmly into thecorner. "For the rest of this night, little toy," she told megrimly, "you will stand in this corner with that blistered rearof yours in plain sight for all the girls to see and play with,and you will not take your eyes off that wall. Do you under-stand?" "Y-yes," I sobbed. "Whatever you--you say." And so for the rest of that evening I stood there, facingthe wall, my nose firmly in the corner, with my pants and drawersdown around my ankles and my blistered rear exposed for all tosee and fondle. And they did, much to my physical and psycholog-ical discomfort. Finally, after several hours, they left, andBonnie came over to the corner to get me. Sliding one arm aroundmy waist, she picked me up, tucked securely under her arm, andcarried me to the center of the room, where she stood me on myfeet in front of her, my eyes barely reaching to her shoulder inthe six inch heels she was wearing. Cupping my chin in her thumband forefinger, she tilted my head back, forcing me to look up ather. "Now, little toy man," she said grimly, "you're going toclean up this mess starting right now. And when you've finished,I'd better be able to eat off the floor or you'll get anothersession across my knee that will make the last one feel like lovepats. I'll be waiting for you upstairs when you're finished, andI don't want to have to wait too long. So hop to it!" As sheturned to go, she hesitated. "And by the way, if you ever try tohit me in public again, I'll break you in two like the ten centtoy you are. Any questions?" N--no," I said, and started cleaning up the mess. When Iwas finished, I went upstairs, where she made me sleep at thefoot of her bed, under her heel where, as she had said earlier, Ibelonged. For the entire next week, as further punishment for myattempted rebellion, she forced me to satisfy her with oral sex,permitting me absolutely no sexual pleasure or satisfaction what-soever. When she finally did relent and take me to bed with her,however, she gave me orgasm after orgasm at heights I had neverbefore experienced, even at her hands, and by the time she hadfinished all I wanted was to please her and to be taken into herbody and become a part of her. We have lived together ever since. Contrary to what shesaid that night, she has never tired of me, at least not yet. And I am content to be the male love toy of my beautiful, Amazon-ian mistress.
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