My major sexual interest is in female domination. One of the subcategories of that is domination by a physically superior woman, i.e. a bodybuilder or athlete. This is a good example of that. It was written in march 2018, so it's a pretty recent effort. Hope you like it!
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Candy relaxed in the pool lounger, soaking up the sunshine. She was kind of self-conscious about it - Candy had never really gotten over her 'gawky teenager' phase. She was a big girl, tall, broad shouldered, not fat or anything, but kind of a moose. It embarrassed her, and she generally hid her body behind baggy, shapeless clothing.
Normally she wouldn't be caught dead at a pool party. But she
had
to come to this one, because it was being thrown by the love of her life - her next-door neighbour, Jason. Candy had loved Jason from the first moment she saw him... which had been when she was eight years old. He'd been her babysitter not long after they had moved to the neighbourhood. Candy had immediately asked him to be her boyfriend. "You're too young for me, honey," he had said.
"Will you be my boyfriend when I am old enough?" She asked hopefully.
He laughed. "Of course I will."
"Promise?"
"Cross my heart and hope to die," he replied.
It had been a running joke for him after that. He'd often tease her about how she would become his girlfriend when she was old enough. He'd never quite noticed how utterly serious Candy was about the joke, though. She adored him, and the desire only became more consuming as she grew up.
Unfortunately, it was painfully obvious that Jason didn't see Candy in a romantic way, not really. Not at all. That wasn't his fault, of course - Candy knew that it was just that he didn't realise how special their love was, other things in his life had blinded him to it. But she would correct that. No matter what it took, no matter what it cost... he would love her as much as she loved him. She was determined to make sure of it.
And so, Candy had planned out a campaign of action. She would find out what kind of girls Jason liked, and she would become that for him.
She lounged for an hour or two, drinking, chatting with the others at the party, generally waiting until she felt the moment was right. Then she told everyone she was going to the loo and slipped inside. Moving quickly, she made her way to Jason's room. His laptop was there on the desk beside his bed, just as she had hoped. She lifted the screen and smiled as it lit up with a password demand. She typed in his password and the screen lit up invitingly. It hadn't been hard to find; Candy had asked him to tutor her for history, and they had both used their laptops in the study sessions. She just had to watch carefully.
Working fast, she slipped the tiny flash drive out of her bathing suit and plugged it in. They spyware had cost almost a hundred dollars, but that wasn't a lot to Candy; both her and Jason's parents were loaded.
Installation seemed to take forever, though in reality it was probably under five minutes. The program was a beauty. It would upload activity, keystroke, and screen shots to a secure password-protected website that she could access from anywhere. All whilst running in complete stealth, invisible to Jason himself.
Satisfied that the program was running, she closed the lid and slipped back out of his room. Back outside she re-joined everyone at the pool, a smug smile on her face.
After dinner that evening she called up the website and checked the logs. The program was working perfectly. Jason was on the computer, and she took a look at what he was doing. He had a word processor open and was working away on something. She checked; he was writing history assignment for school. According to the logs, he had been at it since a minute or two after he logged on.
Boring! She closed her laptop and went off to do some schoolwork of her own.
Not long before bedtime, she came back to check again. And wow, jackpot! No schoolwork this time, he was on one of those porno versions of youtube watching...
Candy blinked. She'd wanted to see his porn habits, obviously, to get an idea of what he was into - it would be a valuable way to make herself more attractive to him. She'd not really had any specific expectations, but she'd certainly expected something a little more... conventional.
He was watching a video of a woman wrestling with a man. And what a woman! Candy stared, fascinated. She was aware, in a vague sense, that there were female bodybuilders. She had seen a couple on the cover of magazines in the stores and had once saw part of an interview with one on the tail end of a sports program on some cable channel. But outside of an unthinking dismissal of the women as freakishly weird, she hadn't really thought about it at the time, or since.
But now here one was, large as life. And this was no 'fitness model', she wasn't an 'athletic' girl. She was huge! Candy had no idea how big - she had nothing really to judge it against - but the woman must have been carrying fifty pounds or more of muscle.
Her opponent was the exact opposite of that. Candy smiled, looking at him. He was young, rather effeminate-looking, and adorably slim. She had no way to judge their relative heights, but the woman had a good three or four inches on him. In fact, she seemed to exceed him pretty much everywhere - his legs were thinner than her arms, and his arms were considerably thinner still. Candy could easily believe that his torso was half the size of the woman's, especially in the waist, which was really rather narrow.
Actually, now that she thought about it, he looked a little like Jason. Not especially in the face, but his petite size, his slightly girlish build. The hair colour and skin tone were close, too. She wondered idly if that had been deliberate.
Screenshots were all very well, but she wanted to see the video. She copied the URL from the image, typing it laboriously into her own browser. She clicked a button to say she was over 18, thus demonstrating the utter futility of such a thing, and within seconds she had the video up.
It was not wrestling, she saw within a minute or so, not really. It certainly wasn't the Greco-Roman style of wrestling they did at the Olympics, nor the carefully choreographed "sports entertainment" kind.
No, what this was... was domination. The man fought against the woman, apparently exerting himself to the maximum, but the mismatch in their strength was so vast that it was clearly a futile gesture. Hell, a woman who took fitness seriously enough to attend a gym regularly could probably have handled him. In this woman's hands, it was like watching an adult wrestle a small child.
So, it wasn't a fight. What it was, was the woman torturing the man. She would put him in a hold, and then he would struggle against her ineffectually. Then her muscles would flex, and he would stop struggling.
Candy saw that the volume was muted. She put her headphones on and turned the sound up just as the woman put him in another hold. The man struggled, begging and pleading, and she laughed at him. She would mock him, asking him why he wouldn't break the hold, teasing him about how helpless he was.
Then she would begin to squeeze, those thick muscles flexing, and his begging would turn to screams, or to silence as he ran out of air.
The clip finished, and she went back to her monitor site. He was already watching another one. It was the same woman with a different man, this one somewhat more 'normal' sized. She still defeated him easily.
So it went for the next thirty minutes or so. Clip after clip. It wasn't always the same woman, though she did seem to be a favourite of Jason's. But it was always a large, muscular woman defeating a much thinner, smaller man.
She closed down the browser and sat back to think about this. Could he have stumbled on this, perhaps? Clicked on a link he didn't mean to, and found himself looking at something weird that had amused him? Maybe.
The next weeks put the lie to that idea. Jason's secret porn life was laid bare to Candy, and it was a revelation. Every single clip he watched was on the theme of muscular women overpowering men. Overpowering them, hurting them, humiliating them. Women wrestling was just the start. She watched female bodybuilders whipping men, spanking them, using sex toys on them, insulting and verbally humiliating them, and a litany of other things. It was quite the education for young Candy.
Nor was it just clips. He was visiting sites where people uploaded sex stories and reading work on the same themes. It was, quite literally, the only sexual thing he seemed to be at all interested in.
After a month of this, Candy found herself going to the mirror and examining herself critically. She was tall, for a girl. Five feet eight, and still with a year or two of growth left. It ran in the family, her mother and grandmother were both a shade under six feet, and Candy had always been very tall for her age. It had always embarrassed her. At school it marked her out as different, and anything different drew the bullies.
She was also, she thought, rather large framed. Broad across the shoulders and hips, with a wide, deep torso. No wonder mom always had such a hard time buying her clothes. When she compared herself to the women in Jason's clips, she was practically a stick insect. But the potential was there... she could see it.
She spent the next few weeks immersed in research and planning. It was no small project, she realised. But she knew she could do it. Deep down inside, she knew.
Jason left for college in the fall. Candy watched him go tearfully and then set to work.
First, the diet. Eggs, lean beef, skinless chicken breast, salmon, tuna, brown rice, beets... plus diet supplements.
She already had a full gym membership, so that wasn't an issue. Now, though, the gym went from a twice-a-week keep fit necessity to a consuming passion. She began spending two, three hours a day in there. She didn't socialise at all, didn't spend her time showing off her body to the other gym rats, didn't hang around the café watching the weight floor. What she did was lift, the heaviest weights she could handle, for hour after hour.
