Author's note: This is a story about a dominant Big Beautiful Women, so if female domination and BBWs do not interest you, please do not read.
Something had to be done. I had been divorced five years and it was time to take charge of my life again. At 51 years old, 5'8" and 202 pounds I hadn't let myself go completely, but I did need to shed a few pounds and to tone up what was left. That's what led me to the Gold's Gym in Chantilly Virginia, and a drastic unexpected change in my life.
After signing up for a year I entered the locker room and was a little intimidated by the beefy body builders heading to the showers or changing, with their muscles bulging and their large cocks and balls dangling freely between their legs.
I opened a spare locker and slowly stripped down, facing the wall to hide my slight paunch and my 2 ½ inch penis. Changing into my shorts and t-shirt, I locked up my street clothes and headed out to the free weights and universal machines. I specifically chose 11:00 p.m. to work out, hoping I would have a little privacy, and I wasn't disappointed since all of the weights were free and there were only three women working on the Stairmaster, Treadmill and Stationary bike.
I started to warm up on the Universal Machine with three light sets of the bench press, ending with 10 reps of 70 pounds and I noticed "her" for the first time. She entered the weight room with a towel around her neck, wiping sweat from her forehead, so she must have come in from taking laps around the track.
She had beautiful jet black hair pulled back in a ponytail stopping about three inches below her shoulders. What was so unusual, causing me to stare was the woman's size. She was huge, easily topping 275 pounds, and was about 26 years old, 25 years my junior. My ex and all of my past girlfriends had always been petite and girlie girlie, but there was something appealing about this large woman. She had a rugged confidence that said "don't mess with me."
I watched her massive breasts sway in her tank top as she approached me, and was mesmerized by the thick tanned calves and thighs sticking out provocatively from short tight spandex shorts. As she approached me, I didn't know quite what to do, so I shifted on the weight bench and gave her a half shy smile.
"Are you finished with that machine?"
I quickly grabbed my towel and jumped up so we were only inches from each other, and stammered, "Yes. Yes....sorry. It's all yours."
I quickly moved off the bench and took in the wonderful aroma of her natural sweat. It struck me as the most exotic perfume of all. She was about three inches shorter than I was yet I was intimidated by her confident voice, stance and large round body. As I went to the Lat machine to get out of her way I couldn't help but sneak a glance at her from such a short distance. With her back to me I could see the massive cheeks of her buttocks straining against the skintight material, with the bottoms of her beautiful globes on display for viewing. When she bent over the weights to readjust the pin, I could see the large rolls of her sides and stomach straining against her top, and could see half of her bountiful breast protruding from the arm hole of her tank top.
When she readjusted the pin for the weights I gasped as I could clearly see that she set it on 180 pounds as a warm up. I tried not to stare, but I couldn't help it as I watched her lay down and spread her legs on the bench. I could see material of her shorts creeping up into the crack of her vagina, and the shorts were so skimpy that I could actually see some pubic hairs creeping out the sides.
She took the handles in her hand, adjusted her body once, inhaled and exhaled and raised the weight easily in one fluid motion. She did nine more reps, increased the weight, and did two more sets of ten before she went to the squat machine. When she loaded 350 pounds on the squat rack, I didn't think there was any way she would be able to lift it, but she proceeded to do three sets of ten, then went to ten more weight stations during the next hour.
I got very little exercise done as most of my time was spent following this large strong woman around the gym unable to take my eyes away from her feats of strength as well as her enticing body. As the evening wore on, she sweat freely, making the nipples clearly stick out from the moist material. A moist round patch was also evident around her crotch and I couldn't tell if it was from sweat, or if she got turned on pumping massive amounts of weight.
Throughout the evening, she would look over in my direction, and I would quickly start pumping iron and avert my glances, but it was evident that I was staring at her, no matter how much I tried to disguise it.
I stared at her doing 3 sets of Dips effortlessly and was caught once again as she boldly stared at me while wiping the sweat of her arms and neck with her towel. Again, I quickly looked away, but when I slowly looked up again, she was still staring at me and was walking toward me.
I bowed my head once again, and the next thing I knew my wrist was grabbed in a vice like grip. I was pulled up roughly from the sit-up bench and bent over it so my face and chest were glued to the cold plastic material. My arm was bent up behind my back and with her superior weight and strength I couldn't move a muscle, and began to plead through the pain.
"Please. What are you doing?"
I could feel her warm breath and smell the sweat of her big body as she growled into my ear, "I'm sick and tired of you gawking at my overweight body, and I plan to kick your ass."
Before she would let me respond, she roughly made me stand once again, but kept my arm drawn up behind my back with one hand, and put a choke hold on me with her other forearm, so I was unable to protest.
She began walking me to a small room with mats on the floor off to the side of the main weight room. I tried to protest, but her large meaty forearm nearly cut off my breathing and my ability to talk.
She released both holds on me as we entered the room and sent me flying face first into the mat as she closed and locked the door. I tried to catch my breath and plead with her, but she was on me once again as she dragged me up and pushed me backwards until I was slammed against the wall. Her forearm once again came up and blocked my throat. I struggled against her arm trying to free myself, but it was a useless effort. I was trapped and powerless.
This large strong woman had me scared to death and for the first time in my life I was under the control of a physically superior woman.
"You think its okay to stare at a woman just because she's overweight? Well buddy boy, you picked the wrong woman to piss off, and tonight you are going to find out what it's like to be treated and used as an object."
I tried to explain that I was in awe of her big body and strength, but now seeing it in action, all I felt was fear and would have begged to be released if I could have managed to speak. I was under total control and my legs were weak and shaking with fear, but the view of her massive breasts and cleavage displayed with a thin sheen of sweat made my small penis begin to respond so that I was becoming partially erect.
She released the choke hold and spun me around so that I was once again forced with my up into the center of my back, and my legs were spread wide with my cheek mashed against the hard cinderblock of the wall.
Slowly I was able to regain my breath and managed to squeak out "Please let me go. I'm sorry you were offended, and I will leave and never return."
"Too late little man. It's time you learned some manners."
The pain was unbearable on my left arm as she bent it until I thought it would snap. Then I panicked as I felt her other hand at the waistband of my shorts as they slowly brought them down over my thighs until they fell loosely at my feet. I stood only in my jock, shoes and t-shirt, but the jock was quickly removed, and she used her feet to remove my shoes and socks. She brought my arms up over my head long enough to remove my t-shirt then put both arms behind my back, holding them firmly with one of her hands.
My cheek once again was smashed into the wall as I stood with open legs, naked and totally immobile. I had never felt so humiliated or so vulnerable.
"Little man, you are going to learn a valuable lesson that a large strong woman can be sexy and beautiful." I felt her warm breath at my ear once again as she whispered "What do you think of this?" While her one hand continued to hold both arms captive, her other hand gently caressing the crack of my ass, from top to bottom, causing goose bumps to cover my body.
"Tell me how beautiful I am Little Man, and call me Mistress Delia."
