The New Girl- Patreon Pre-release

The following story  (with images) is being released ahead of the release of a FMG-for-charity project I'm helping to edit. Once the book is released, I will probably release it on my own deviantArt page.

Sylph in The New Girl

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“Ow!”

Sylph swiveled and caught Randy before he could stagger back onto the already-descending platform elevator, her triceps and forearms flaring with thick, striated muscle, bigger around than the man’s thighs. “Careful there,” she said. “You okay?”

Randy reached up and carefully massaged his forehead. “Blood and bones and wee little fishies, Sylph,” he grumped, “I think I got a concussion running into your back!”

Sylph blushed a little and set the young man back on his feet. “Sorry about that,” she mumbled. She squatted down to pick up Randy’s electronic clipboard and give it back to him.

Randy shrugged a little uncomfortably. “Thanks,” he mumbled. He edged around the big girl, squeezing by her as he made his way further into the top floor of Boglyn’s latest project. It was a tight squeeze, despite the spacious size of the elevator lobby, and he pressed his back against the wall to avoid mashing himself up against the enormous girl again.

Sylph wasn’t just big; she was somewhere on the far side of enormous. She was only a little taller than average for a woman, but she was wide. Her shoulders had surpassed basketball sizes long ago and were well on their way to yoga-ball sized. They would’ve seemed ludicrously oversized if not for the width and depth of her back, enough to easily give her more than twice the girth of the next largest man on the team. Her arms were stuffed with bulging, corded muscle, making her forearms bigger than a man’s thighs and her engorged biceps easily thicker than that same man’s waist… or chest.

By contrast, her waist looked remarkably trim on her frame, although even that was deceptive; her abdominals stood out against a midsection that would have been obese on any other woman her height, yet appeared almost slender stuffed between her chest and hips. Each individual section pulsed with life, and pipelike veins formed a ropy network over the surface of her skin. Despite her best efforts, Sylph had never managed to have the symmetry so prized by bodybuilding competitors; instead, she had collected more superhumanly dense muscle than an entire stageful of Olympians.

She sighed as Randy departed and her body actually seemed to grow in response to her exhalation.

“Don’t let it get to you,” her boss, Jesse, said. He was a stocky six-footer with loosely curled, light brown hair. The heir to the Boglyn Construction empire, responsible for nearly a third of the major construction projects undertaken across the US, Jesse was surprisingly down-to-earth, keeping his hand in and working on projects alongside his workers. He was only a few years older than his foreman- forewoman, actually- and afforded her the respect and deference her skill, power, and expertise had earned her.

“Thanks, Mr. Boglyn,” Sylph said, standing a little straighter. “I don’t try to make problems…”

“It’s Jesse,” her boss reminded her gently, “and I know. It’s not like you could have prevented Randy from running into you; he’s just lucky your reflexes are as good as they are.”

Sylph nodded.

“Now,” Jesse went on, “if you’re done self-flagellating, I’d like you to meet someone. We have a new girl and I want you to take her under your wing. If you mentor her right, I think she may prove to be nearly as great an asset to the team as you are.”

Sylph’s arched eyebrow was elegant testimony to her skepticism. The big girl was inclined to be modest, but she wasn’t completely unaware of just how much she outstripped other workers on the site and she took a certain justifiable pride in being not only the strongest person on a work detail, but also the most efficient, with fewer avoidable mishaps on her details than any other in Jesse’s employ. When Jesse hired her, his company’s project time and building costs dropped dramatically, and, to date, every project to which she’d been assigned had been completed on time or early and under budget.

Jesse chuckled. “Give her a try before you jump to any conclusions,” he said, holding up a hand to forestall any arguments. “Sylph, meet your new apprentice, Hui Xiu. Xiu, this is Sylph.”

The woman who stepped into the lobby from the nearby, unfinished hallway, was not quite what Sylph had expected. Somehow, her physique was less of a surprise to Sylph than her carriage and stature: Xiu was far more physically imposing than any woman Sylph had ever seen outside of herself, in a mirror. Despite being relatively short, Xiu was even thicker than the blond amazon Sylph had battled on national TV. She didn’t have the sort of ripped-to-the-bone physique of a contest-ready bodybuilder; rather, she had the sort of heavy, beefy thickness of a woman accustomed to using her body for hard, physical labor. 

It was impossible not to notice how well Xiu filled out the normally relaxed fit of her construction workers’ blue jeans, nor the way the oversized sleeves of her t-shirt were pulled taut against the swelling of her biceps. Despite her imposing mass, the way Xiu positioned herself, behind Jesse and to his left, and the way she ducked her chin as she approached, suggested a deep reserve bordering on shyness.

Sylph nodded a greeting at the woman and held out her hand. After a brief pause, Xiu reached forward and clasped her hand in return. Her grip was firm, but carefully calibrated to avoid discomfort, much the same way Sylph’s was. Xiu looked briefly into Sylph’s eyes, then quickly dropped her gaze. “Good ta meetchah,” she said.

Sylph blinked. “Where are you from, Xiu?”

The girl squared her shoulders and looked up, but dropped her chin again almost immediately. “Bahstahn,” she said, and Sylph translated it in her head to Boston.

“So,” Sylph chuckled, “not China, then?”

Xiu’s ruddy complexion deepened further as she blushed. “I’ve never been, ma’am,” she said.

“Please don’t ‘ma’am’ me,” Sylph said. “I’m not that old.”

“I’m pretty sure that Xiu’s a few years older than you,” Jesse agreed. “At least, she is if I can believe her job application.”

“Pardon me…” Xiu said, letting her apology hang invitingly. Her accent was less pronounced than it had seemed, initially, but she still almost completely swallowed her r’s and the distinct shaping of her vowels gave her speech a charming, quaintly exotic flavor.

“Just call me Sylph,” the bigger girl answered, “and quit apologizing. Relax.”

Xiu flashed another tight, shy smile.

“I’ll leave you to it, then,” Jesse said. “If you two could get the heavy lifting done on thirty-one, I can have the night crew work on getting the wiring and plumbing hooked up.”

“Sure thing, boss,” Sylph agreed and Jesse waved and walked off.

Sylph turned to Xiu. “When he says ‘heavy lifting,’” she said, “he means it. You look pretty stacked; think you’ll be able to keep up with me?”

* * * * *

The morning passed companionably; as Xiu demonstrated herself to be not just strong, but also a steady worker and a quick study.

Sylph had initially set herself and her new protege to carrying the heavier supplies to appropriate staging areas, figuring that Xiu, while she certainly looked strong, probably wouldn’t be deadlifting loads that weighed multiples of thousands of pounds. She was forced to reassess when she saw the girl jogging over to the staging area with a pair of one-ton support beams, one on each of her bulbous, thick deltoids.

Sylph cleared her throat and Xiu set her load down and trotted over. “Yes, boss?” she asked. Sylph was again struck by the difference between Xiu’s body posture and her accent. Xiu had immediately dropped her gaze and seemed to shrink in on herself to the extent her intimidating physique allowed; at the same time, her words, though soft, were delivered with hard, flat vowels and an almost nasal quality that seemed just a degree away from outright aggression.

Sylph smiled. “You need to slow down and pace yourself,” Sylph said. “It’s not a race.”

“Oh,” Xiu replied, “I’m not pushin’. I won’t crap out on you at this pace.”

“That’s good to know,” Sylph chuckled, “but that’s not actually my number one concern. If you oversupply the workers, they won’t have room to do their work and it will slow them down. The trick is to keep the supply available without getting in the way.”

Xiu blinked. “You saying these guys can’t keep up?”

“Don’t let it bother you,” Sylph said. “Most guys can’t keep up with us in any sort of physical arena. I suspect you already know that, right?”

“I had noticed, yeah,” Xiu admitted, blushing slightly.

“So… we got a little time before they’re going to be ready for us to bring them anything else; we could go and help a bit by shifting some stuff into place so the guys with the power tools can do their part, if you think you’re up to it, and you can tell me a bit about yourself.”

“Ain’t that much to tell, really,” Xiu said, shrugging.

“Oh, come on,” Sylph cajoled, “you’re almost as big as me and, as a friend once informed me, that didn’t happen by accident.”

Xiu turned slightly and gently flexed her arm at her side. Even that subtle motion caused the thick ball of muscle to strain against the cotton sleeves of her t-shirt, a vein pulsing eagerly just beneath the surface of her bronzed skin. Sylph smirked at her and quirked an eyebrow in invitation.

“It’s true, I suppose,” Xiu said, finally. “I was always a bit of a tomboy, growing up. I was good at sports, but I failed home-ec.  I’ve always been good at anything physical.  It was as natural to me as swimming is for a fish.”  She reached to brush some stray hairs away from her cheek, causing her biceps to swell to nearly brush her ear from the motion. 

“So, you’ve got nothing interesting to say as to how you’re better-developed than 99-point- a bunch of nines percent of the population?”  Sylph asked.

“Well, I’ve always liked working out. I used to do resistance training with weights, but that kind of… well, I can’t really find weights that challenge me, anymore, so I stick with isometrics, these days.”

“I’ve been there,” Sylph chuckled. “I got lucky, though. I’ll have to show you my set-up. It’s amazing what you can do with electromagnets and hydraulics.”

“You looked a bit disappointed when I said that I’m just naturally inclined to gain strength.  Were you expecting a story involving secret laboratories and villain masterminds?”  Xiu cocked her head.

“Not that, no, but a mad scientist might’ve been nice. I don’t know why I’m like this, either, except that it seems like a massive exaggeration of genetics.” Sylph shrugged her shoulders, brushing the muscles along her jawline, then turned to one of the long beams Xiu had brought over. “Help me get this positioned,” she said as a couple men with drills and drivers started walking to them.

“Wouldn’t this be easier with, like, a crane or something?” Xiu asked, as she helped steady the base.

“One of the reasons Jesse likes having people like us working is that it reduces his heavy equipment costs. We can do a lot of the tasks they’d normally need cranes or lifts for,” Sylph explained as she hoisted the beam to the join and locked her arms to allow the workers to swarm over her and bolt it into place. “We also tend to reduce operator error, as we can actually manage steadier precision over time on tasks like this,” she said, “which saves a lot of money on calibration and equipment waste.”

They passed the rest of the morning companionably. Sylph was careful to let Xiu try things her own way and only stepped in if it looked like something she was about to try was likely to be expensive or dangerous. For her part, Xiu was good at anticipating where she would be most useful, learned what she could and could not do quickly, and never made the same mistakes twice.

When they stopped for lunch, Sylph grinned at Xiu. “Hey, good job this morning,” she said. “You really cut the work we need to get done. You keep this up, this projects gonna be done even more ahead of schedule. Lemme treat you to lunch; I’m sure you worked up an appetite.”

Xiu smiled. “I could eat,” she admitted.

* * * * *

“So? How’s the new boss?” asked the voice on the phone. Xiu could picture Stormy lounging on the bed, propped up on one brawny elbow as her fiery hair cascaded down to her pillow. Her face would be lit both by the soft glow of her phone and the gentle illumination of the mystical alchemical brands on her chest. She would be naked, with her legs tangled in the sheets, and she would be arched so that the dim light from around the edges of the door and window would bring out highlights on the ridges of her abs, the chiselled valleys between the thick muscular bulges of her thighs, and the soft swelling of her perfect breasts descending into the striated chasm separating her pectoral muscles.

“She’s really nice,” Xiu admitted. “She’s not comfortable being in charge, but she’s doing okay. She’s treating me to lunch–”

“Seriously?” Stormy asked. “Does she know how much you eat?”

“I think she might eat more than me,” Xiu admitted. “She’s… she’s like two of me with a side of you combined.”

“You mean she’s fat?” Stormy asked. Stormy didn’t really have anything against fat people— a lot of her clients were significantly overweight— but Xiu knew that Stormy wouldn’t find that particularly interesting, either, except for the idea that someone that morbidly obese could possibly hold a position of authority working on a construction site.

“She’s not fat,” Xiu corrected her lover. “She’s… enormous. I’ve never seen someone as big as her, even on a pro stage. Even in the men’s divisions.”

“Who’s that?” Sylph asked, returning from the restroom. “Boyfriend?”

“Girlfriend,” Xiu answered, holding her hand over her phone.

“Is that her?” Stormy asked. She had always had good hearing. Xiu held up a hand to forestall further questions from Sylph and answered Stormy.

“Yes, she just got back to the table.”

“So… what do you think of her. You said she’s nice?”

“Very,” Xiu said.

“Is she cute?”

Xiu felt the blood and heat rising to her cheeks as she scanned Sylph’s massive form again. She swallowed. “I think so,” she admitted.

“You usually have good taste,” Stormy said. “Okay. Invite her home for dinner, since she’s feeding you lunch. I’ll order something in.”

* * * * *

Dinner proved to be a cozy affair; Stormy was renting a spacious New York-style loft apartment, with the living area joined to the dining room, although the change in venue was made apparent by a section of thick glass flooring that separated the carpet from the tiles. Rather than spend hours slaving over the stove— something Xiu assured Sylph was not in the cards, no matter what— Stormy had ordered two mondo-sized pies from a place called Pizzeria Gusto. The upscale pizzeria offered exceptionally high quality fare and a claim to fame based on the “Incomplete.” Not even Sylph had ever managed to finish off one of their largest pizzas in a single sitting, although she’d made a valiant effort. To this heroic offering, Stormy had added a hearty spinach salad topped with feta and onions and several bottles of a sweet rosé.

Before sitting down at the table, Sylph had borrowed the couple’s bathroom and changed out of her work clothes into clean shorts and a soft, cotton tank top that left her midriff exposed. It wasn’t exactly fancy dress, but at least she no longer felt quite like the beggar at the feast.

Their conversation ranged over what Sylph and Xiu had done over the course of the day, and Stormy skillfully brought out details about the actual job requirements, the company, and their direct employer without offering much about herself. Sylph pursed her lips and looked at her hostess.

Stormy was not exactly what she’d expected. For one thing, she was tall– easily six feet and then she added heels to accent her height advantage even more. She had an athletic frame that looked able to move on a dime.  More… but Sylph expected more. She couldn’t put her finger on it; Stormy was an intensely powerful presence, yet her physique seemed hardly comparable to Xiu’s staggering muscularity.

“I have to ask,” Sylph said, finally, “you and Xiu are both just stunning, but I’ve never seen you on stage before. Do either of you compete?”

Stormy laughed. “Never, no. Xiu probably could, but it would be a little unfair. For myself, my other job is much more lucrative than professional bodybuilding could ever be.”

“Really?” Sylph asked. She knew that women’s bodybuilding still took a distant backseat to the male-dominated side of the sport, despite there being more and more phenomenal specimens such as herself showing up almost every year, but Stormy’s amused confidence roused her curiosity.

“Oh, definitely,” Stormy answered. “I’m a professional session girl and domme. Men pay me around a thousand bucks an hour to push them around and let them worship my muscles.” She grinned and looked directly at Sylph. “You have a really pretty blush,” she said. “I’m gonna have to make you do that more often.”

Sylph cleared her throat and glanced at Xiu, who gave her an amused, sympathetic look. Stormy chuckled low in her throat. “Relax, girl,” she said, “It’s not like I’m going to tear your clothes off at the table.”

“Sorry,” Sylph mumbled.

“Don’t be,” Stormy said. “Meeting a domme unexpectedly can be disorienting for anyone if she’s feeling playful.”

Sylph smiled tentatively. “Yeah, a bit. I guess… I mean, I know sessions are a thing; I just don’t really know anything about them. I don’t even go to those websites, really, although I think Wade has a few times.”

“If he’s into you, I’d be shocked if he hadn’t,” Stormy opined, and Xiu nodded.

“Want to know what it’s all about?” Stormy asked, smiling.

Sylph shrugged a little uncomfortable, her titanic deltoids gently brushing back her hair. “I… don’t really know. I guess?”

Stormy tilted her head. “Let’s go to the living room.” She turned to Xiu and commanded Xiu to slip into something more comfortable and then meet them there.

Xiu nodded once and got up. Stormy cleared her throat and Xiu paused, looking at her. “I think you’re forgetting something, Chǒngwù.” Stormy teased and pointed one elegant finger at the curve where her neck met her trapezius. Xiu smiled shyly and padded over, then leaned in to kiss Stormy's neck. Stormy smiled and Xiu bounced up the stairs at the back of the apartment, two at a time. “Being a domme is all about being confident,” Stormy confided. “Xiu could break me in half, but she’s a sub and I’m her domme; as long as we both respect our roles and the responsibilities they carry, we both get to enjoy our relationship.”

“Respect?” Sylph blinked. “I thought being a domme meant you didn’t respect your sub at all.”

Stormy shook her head. “There are dommes like that, but they don’t tend to stay in relationships very long. Xiu and I have been dating since college because we respect each other and like what we each bring to the table.”

“Does Xiu like being…”

Stormy smiled. “Ask her.”

“Won’t she just say whatever she thinks you want to hear?”

“If she did, I wouldn’t have any excuse to punish her, would I?”

Xiu cleared her throat as she came back down the stairs. “Actually, what I would say would depend a lot on circumstances. If Stormy and I were playing, she might tell me to answer in a certain way even in public and, depending on what I was looking for, I would either obey completely or be subtly disobedient so she would have an excuse to punish me.”

“I’m confused,” Sylph admitted. “Why would you want to be punished?”

“Don’t tell me you never got a rush from getting smacked on the ass,” Stormy teased.

“It’s not quite the same thing, is it?” Sylph protested.

“Sure it is,” Xiu retorted. “I get an endorphin high from submitting. Being able to relax my control and knowing Stormy will take care of me and won’t let me hurt anyone or anything… it’s incredible. It’s even better.”

“That makes it sound like you’re the one in charge,” Sylph scoffed.

“Don’t knock it,” Stormy said. “A good relationship revolves around that sort of give-and-take.”

“You’re taking this really well,” Xiu said. “Most people get freaked out if we explain what we are.”

“Oh, I’m a little…” Sylph began, then paused. “Actually, mostly I’m just curious.”

“If it helps,” Stormy grinned, “it’s not all chips, dips, chains, whips. We have a real relationship that the games are only one part of.”

“Example?” Sylph asked.

“Do you think anyone could be with this woman if they didn’t get the chance to occasionally appreciate all the hard work she’s done in sculpting that body?” Stormy asked.

Sylph looked back to Xiu, finally recognizing how Xiu had chosen to define Stormy’s instruction to put on something more comfortable. Xiu’s black t-back sports bra was stretched tightly across her modest chest, her thick chest and wide lats pulling it until Sylph could almost see her rich flesh through the straining material. A pair of dark fleece sweatshorts hugged the generous curves of her wide glutes, barely managing to stretch past the bottom edge of the muscle in order to maintain decency. The only other items Xiu wore were her spectacles and a pair of pink-trimmed ankle socks, pretty much the only things she could don that weren’t threatened by her powerful physique.

Xiu smiled at Sylph, looked to Stormy for approval and, apparently seeing it, hopped up on top of a heavy-duty, clear acrylic coffee table. She turned away from the two women, flexing her back into a symphony of expanding muscles and thickening veins. As her lats forced her arms out from her sides, Xiu twisted at her waist, looking over one boulderous shoulder for approval from her lover, and Sylph heard Stormy’s breath hitch in appreciation.

Stormy rose from the sofa and glided up behind Xiu, raising her hands to brush her fingertips over Xiu’s biceps and deltoids. “Tense up for me, baby,” Stormy said. “Make your muscles hard and tight.”

Xiu bobbed her head slightly and bore down on her flex, her arms quivering as she held the pose. “That’s it. That’s really good,” Stormy said as she ran a finger over Xiu’s raised biceps, tracing the split that separated the distinct peaks of her arms. “What do you think, Sylph?”

Sylph blinked. “Um… I feel kind of like I might be intruding, honestly,” Sylph admitted.

Stormy laughed and went back to the couch, taking her seat again.

Xiu smiled slightly and turned back, lifting her arms high above her head before pulling them down into a titanic back double-biceps pose. Her peaks jutted well over an inch beyond the plane of her arm, rivalling anything Sylph had seen, even among professional female bodybuilders. Stormy, watching Sylph’s reaction, nodded and leaned back into the couch as Xiu completed a quarter-turn and extended her arm into a triceps extension that made the horseshoe of her upper arm leap to prominence.

“What do you do with your boyfriend?” Stormy asked, catching Sylph off guard.

“We… haven’t really gotten that far, yet,” Sylph admitted.

“No muscle worship?” Stormy asked.

Sylph shook her head.

Stormy frowned. “No sex?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

Sylph blushed.

“Oh, dear god. Don’t tell me,” Stormy snorted, “you’re both subs.”

“Um, maybe?” Sylph said. “I don’t even know what that really means.”

Stormy shook her head.

“Dear god,” Stormy muttered. “Don’t tell me you’re both virgins…”

Sylph shrugged. “I am, anyways,” she admitted.

“If he’s not, then he’s definitely a sub,” Stormy snorted. “Anyone else would’ve jumped your bones, by now, and come back for seconds.”

“Huh?” Sylph asked, cogently.

“Sorry, Sylph, but no one who isn’t into your body is going to date you. You’re too much of an outlier from average. I think you know that.”

Sylph nodded. She didn’t think of it often, but she had to admit that it was true.

“One of you has to take charge,” Stormy continued. “That is, unless you really enjoy pent up sexual frustration, but it sounds like misery to me.”

“How did dinner turn into sex therapy?” Sylph wondered aloud.

“Shut up,” Stormy smiled. “I’m giving you the deluxe introductory course for free.”

“Uh… what?”

“Don’t worry, we’re not getting naked and shagging on the carpet while you watch.”

“That’s a relief?” Sylph mused, eyes wrinkled in bewildered curiosity.

“Xiu, come down off the table. Sylph, you know how to pose?”

“A little. I’ve never been on stage, but I learned some from my mom.”

“Good enough. Do what I tell you; when you start to get less uncomfortable, you can start taking the reins.”

“...Why?”

Stormy rolled her eyes. “I’m teaching you to set the scene and create the mood. Xiu’s going to play the part of your boy-toy.. What’s his name? Wade?”

“I… don’t think there’s much of a similarity.”

“Trust me. I get couples through their shyness for a living.”

“Really?”

“Actually, I usually just make men worship me and beg,” Stormy admitted, “but it amounts to the same thing.”

Sylph looked askance at the table Xiu had been posing on. “It makes an attractive pedestal,” she admitted, “but I don’t think it will hold me.”

“Now you’re just making excuses,” Stormy smirked. “Stand in the middle of the living room and get as relaxed as you can.”

Sylph walked over to the indicated spot on the floor and shook out her arms, letting them hang relaxed at her side. Her chest was so broad and her arms so thick that they were actually pushed out from her waist by a fair margin and it would only be by bending her elbows significantly that she could touch her waist. She tossed her head back, rolling her neck and shoulders before letting her head return to a natural, easy pose, looking ahead at Stormy.

“Okay, that’s pretty good,” Stormy said. “Just… don’t slouch. You’re big, powerful, and in-charge. You need to look the part.”

“Big and powerful I got,” Sylph retorted, “but I don’t really feel in charge. You’re the one telling me what to do.”

Stormy rolled her eyes. “Pretend, girl. Imagine I’m just a voice in your head and forget I’m here. Xiu, help her out. Check out her body. What do you appreciate?”

“I don’t even know where to start,” Xiu admitted as she walked closer to scan Sylph up and down. “She has incredible shoulders, deep and thick and striated with deep valleys. There’s a vein that runs down her shoulder and over her bicep, and it’s… I think it’s as big as my thumb.”

Sylph fidgeted slightly as Xiu described her. She knew what she looked like, but Xiu’s description had felt almost clinical and she found it slightly unnerving.

“You’re doing fine, Sylph. I know this is gonna sound weird, but try to stand still. Be a chill, relaxed statue, right?” Sylph nodded almost imperceptibly, but she managed to stop moving. “Xiu, stop describing Sylph to me; talk to Sylph and tell her how amazing she is.”

Xiu glanced at Stormy, then turned her attention back to Sylph. “Your chest is so thick and wide,” she said. “Your pecs look like… like blocks of wood shoved under your skin…”

Sylph caught her breath, surprised by the obvious admiration Xiu was expressing.

Stormy frowned slightly. “You shouldn’t feel like you’re equals, Sylph. Not exactly.”

Sylph turned her head to look at Stormy. “What do you mean?”

“You’re still being too submissive; you need to take control. What would help you feel like you were more in charge?”

“My first thought is that I’d feel more in charge if you weren’t telling me what to do,” Sylph said, “but that’s just me being snarky. Honestly, I’d feel lost if you weren’t helping me, here.” Stormy raised an eyebrow ironically.

“What about body positioning?” Xiu asked suddenly.

“What?” Sylph asked, but Stormy pursed her lips.

“Maybe,” Stormy said after a moment. “You and Xiu are nearly the same height. Culturally, we respect tall people more than short people.”

“That sounds like psychology,” Sylph chuckled.

“It is,” Stormy agreed. “Try it.”

“I don’t get what you mean. We’re the same height. I can’t exactly make Xiu shorter than me.”

“Of course you can,” Xiu asserted. “Tell me to kneel.”

“You’re being awfully mouthy,” Stormy said, curling her lip slightly in amusement.

“Forgive me, mistress,” Xiu said, dropping her eyes.

“I’ll consider it,” Stormy returned. She looked back at Sylph. “She’s not wrong, though. Tell Xiu to kneel. Tell her where to look.”

Sylph frowned for a moment. “Okay…” She looked at Xiu. “Could you get on your knees?”

Stormy cleared her throat before Xiu could move and they all paused as Sylph looked over.

“Don’t ask,” Stormy said. “Take charge. Tell Xiu what to do and, if she doesn’t comply, make her.”

“I’m not sure I’m comfortable with that,” Sylph admitted.

“If it helps, think of it like correcting a child. You move her where you want her, but you don’t hurt her. It may require a little extra training when it comes to your boy, but I’ve found most submissives pick up on the drill pretty quickly.”

Sylph nodded firmly and blew out a quick breath. “Xiu, get on your knees,” she ordered and felt a little thrill as the girl immediately dropped in front of her. “Look at my thighs,” she said. “How do they look?”

“Big and massive,” Xiu answered obediently, “like tree trunks or Greek columns.”

Sylph gave a quizzical look to Stormy. The answer was right, but it felt weak.

“What is it?”

“Can she, um… can I ask her to touch me?” Sylph asked nervously.

“No. You can tell her to, but no asking. Remember: you’re in charge.”

Sylph nodded. “Touch my thighs,” she said, pointing at her bulging vastus medialis.

Xiu reached out and tentatively brushed her finger over the pronounced teardrop and looked up at Sylph’s face, partially obscured by the larger girl’s somewhat generous bust.

“Do I have to stay in this pose?” Sylph asked.

Stormy laughed. “God, no. If you’ve got another idea, go ahead and do it.”

Sylph squared her shoulders and pivoted in place. Once again, her shoulders were too broad for her to actually grip her waist or hips, but she compromised by extending her hands towards the floor and flaring out her back in a modified rear lat spread that made her seem to fill the room. She bent slightly on her lead foot and extended her trailing foot so that she could raise up on her toes, accentuating the gigantic heart-shape of her calf.

Xiu paused, then reached out to stroke the hardened bulbs of Sylph’s calf.

“That’s good, Xiu. You can press harder…”

“Tell her how strong you are,” Stormy suggested, “how hard.”

Sylph looked over her shoulder. “I… I really don’t know how strong I am, anymore,” she said and Stormy laughed. “What’s funny?”

“How strong you really are doesn’t matter, babe. You are always stronger than your sub. Always tougher, harder, more… everything.  You’re taking on a personna when you’re a dom, playing a role.”  Stormy sat a hand on her hip.  “You’re the master and Xiu is your slave.  She can only do what you tell her.”

“I think I get the idea.”  Sylph looked down at the woman, “Test your grip against my calf.  Do it.. Now!”  She thought, I just gave her an order.  I did it.

“Yes, mistress.”  Xiu moved both hands to one of Sylph’s calves and slid her fingers over it.  Her fingertips slid along the deeply grooved striations  as  she settled both hands around the heart-shaped mass.  “It’s as thick as my thigh.”  She brought her fingers inward, pressing hard enough to splinter wood.  “It feels harder than stone.”

Sylph’s cheeks flushed pink, “I’m... not flexing it yet..”

“Dominant!”  Stormy demanded.

“I’m not even flexing yet. Feel it when I bear down.”  Sylph shifted her weight so that she was on the balls of her foot.  Her quadriceps danced as she moved, while her calf compacted into rolls of muscle.  She tensed it, causing it to swell. Veins spiderwebbed across its surface as the striations grew and the sections of it separated, bordered by deep grooves.

Xiu’s fingers spread apart, pushed by the woman’s growing size.  She rolled her lower lip in-between her teeth and took in a breath.  “Anything you say, mistress.”

“Much, much better.” Stormy raised her wine glass in an abbreviated salute.

“I have to admit,” Sylph said, “this is a lot hotter than I expected.”

“If you were my sub,” Stormy said, “you’d be in trouble for breaking character, now. As a domme, it’s even more important to stay in character. Your sub is relying on you to set the tone.”

“You never break character?”

“Sometimes,” Stormy admitted. “You stay in character unless your sub says the safe word… or unless your sub is in danger. Got it?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Sylph said. She turned back to Xiu and lifted her arms above her head, then dropped them into a back biceps pose.

“Your arms are so big,” Xiu whispered. Sylph knew it was true; her arms were bigger than most people’s waists, let alone their thighs.

She held the pose but turned on her toes so she was facing Xiu again. “Show me your arms,” she ordered and Xiu raised her arms to mimic Sylph’s pose.

Sylph dropped her arms and reached out to rest a hand over Xiu’s biceps. “You’ve got some good size there,” she said, “but mine are bigger. Much bigger.”

“Yes,” Xiu agreed.

“Yes, what?” Stormy asked archly, uncoiling from her seat on the sofa.

“Yes, mistress,” Xiu answered obediently.

Sylph straightened and bent her arm again, doubling down on her flex. “My arm is thicker and denser than you can imagine. Trace the vein with your finger,” she purred and Xiu released her flex to run her hand over the surface of Sylph’s bicep. Her hand couldn’t even fully cover the peak. “Feel how it pulses with power. You’ve never felt anything like it before.”

Stormy glided up behind Xiu and placed her hands on the girl’s hips. Xiu jumped a little from the unexpected contact, but didn’t drop her attention from Sylph’s titanic arm, probing it and gripping it with both hands.

Sylph reached across her chest, squeezing her breasts together over her pecs and flattening them against her chest as she moved to squeeze her own arm. She moaned slightly. “You have no idea what this feels like,” she said, “to be this strong, this hard…”

Stormy looked over Xiu’s shoulder into Sylph’s face. “I think you’ve got it,” she said. “Go home and take that boy of yours.”

Sylph blinked. “What?”

Stormy chuckled. “Sorry, Sylph, lesson’s over.  If you keep this up, I’m getting both of you naked right here, right now. Go home and have fun; I’m taking my girl up to bed with me.”