The Case of the Jujitsuffragette (Jpecho#6)
Copyright© 2025 by Jim Priest
Chapter 4: Worshipping the Mistress
27th May 1897
After the medical officer checked the healing of my bruises and cuts, I was summoned to the Mistress’s office. As I approached the door, I heard a repetitive metallic clanging upon the other side but could not make out it’s origin. I knocked on the door and heard a firm “enter” from the other side, so opened it and entered. To my complete shock, the Mistress was scantily clad in only a large black satin bra of sturdy reinforced construction to retain her enormous endowment with a shocking V neck that showed her deep plunging cleavage along with a matching pair of shorts. For such an outwardly decent cultured old lady, she was displaying a shocking amount of skin for her shoulders, arms, belly and legs were entirely bare. “Close the door” she ordered and gratefully I turned around to do so allowing me to avert my eyes as I felt my temperature rise. I kept them respectfully averted as I turned back.
“Do you find me repulsive?” her stern voice asked. “No Mistress” I replied. “Then look at me when I am talking to you” she commanded. I raised my eyes. All the time I had been in that room I had been aware of that metallic clank I had heard earlier and now saw the reason and was shocked to speechlessness. For in her hands was a long iron barbell, affixed to each end were several large metal plates of such weight that that pole bent noticeably away from the centre. Once again this amazing formidable grey-haired stern-faced woman had utter demolished my preconceptions of womanhood as she curled this massive iron barbell as easily as a strongman. Fascinated despite her indecent apparel which both greatly disturbed and aroused me, I was taken aback by her incredible well-developed physique. Properly clothed, I had thought her body was the ideal example of the female form, plump, buxom and with plenty of curves. Unclothed I immediately saw that in fact she was stockily built with thick arms and legs. However these were not plump and soft but looked very hard and taut with not a soft spot except her breasts. It looked as if every part of her body was well-defined and shone with good health.
“Fighting is an punishable offence” she told me as her thick shaped strong arms lifted that weight up and down. I was fascinated by how thick slopes led down from part-way either side of her neck at a good 30 degrees towards the ends of her shoulders to meet a prominent horizontal corded line. I gaped at how well-defined her shoulder caps were. They were like hard armour plated cups full of shape cleanly separated from the rest of her upper arm with diagonal striated cuts that gave a sense of power. The weights on the end of that bar looked truly massive for such an elderly lady and I very much doubted that I would be able to lift it at all. Yet she managed to curl that barbell level with her chest. I gasped as her arms strained and a thick solid bulge swelled along the front of her upper arm intimating power that I never knew a woman could possess. I knew instinctively though could not believe it that the thick swellings were unmistakably biceps of a substantial size. I also noticed a rugged prominent vein running down the front edge of each biceps which somehow made them look even more formidable. The Mistress extruded great physical strength to back up her ferocious fighting skills.
She continued to address me while exercising showing a little exertion in her voice “However I realise that you foolishly thought you were trying to come valiantly to my aid”. As she worked to repeatedly raise and lower the bar, I noted that the back of her forearms were etched with thick cords and tendons of such startling clarity. This was thickest around the elbow giving it a powerful sail-like appearance that stunned me. I had seen strong women perform in vaudeville but they were tall big sturdily built women of substantial size and girth of Rubenesque proportions. The Mistress however appeared a more ordinary shapely women albeit rather tall yet of exceptional firmness and definition of muscle which was infinitely more appealing. Her small grey eyes fixed me in their gaze through her spectacles as she exercised, never deviating from me making me feel most uncomfortable. “I am willing to make allowances if you are willing to serve me” she stated. I confessed to her that I was willing to serve her in any way I saw to which a strange smile appeared on her thin lips. “I accept your offer of servitude although I don’t think you quite understand my intent”. She said no more but continued with her extraordinary weight-lifting exercise while watching me closely. “A healthy body promotes a healthy mind don’t you think?” she asked. “Indeed” I replied thinking out aloud with my loins that were becoming very excited at her healthy body.
I studied that body as she continued to haul that huge weight up and down. Rather than feeling repulsed over a woman displaying musculature to rival most men, I found it strongly sensual. Without her corset she no longer had that pinched waist look and her trunk was quite wide. Her stomach was very flat and taut. Strange hard irregular square masses writhed beneath the surface rising and falling as she breathed. They were fascinating to watch. As they rose prominently to the surface I counted six slabs arranged vertically three each side of a groove running up from her belly button. Daring to look at her legs, I saw that these were quite thick around the upper thigh yet very solid looking with strong looking lines and great shape that my eyes kept following.
Finally she put down the weights and slowly moved towards me. It was hard not to look at her semi-naked body. “How old are you James?” “25” I replied. “Are you married?” “No” “Have you had carnal knowledge of a woman?” “No of course not, I am not married” I protested in shock at the suggestion. “Such a fine upstanding young man. In more ways than one” she chuckled. I gasped as her hand enclosed around the stiff bulge in my trousers. “Stay where you are!” she commanded loudly as I instinctively tried to move out of her embarrassing grasp. “Move without my permission and I will slam you all around this room until you can no longer stand unaided”. I stood my ground and the old woman adopted a softer tone as she gently traced the outline of the prominent stiffness in the front of my trousers. “You may think I am a harsh cold hearted old dragon but I need to be this way to maintain discipline” her light touch was stimulating and my eyes kept falling back to her impressive cleavage which didn’t help either. “But I am still a woman with woman’s needs. I’ve have been so lonely since my husband passed away these many long years”. She continued to stroke my trousers making it harder. “I do my duty for the men who need it at night but that does not fulfil my needs. I need companionship of a man who is not afraid of my healthy body and disciplinary skills. A man like you”.
I was shocked by her suggestion but before I could voice my objection the Mistress clad only in a large sturdy bra and shorts raised her arms out to either side level with her broad shoulders. Her forearms swung up vertical with her fists clenched then in towards her head. I gaped in amazement feeling my groin tighten and stiffen as her forearms thickened at the base while her upper arms bulged both upwards and below. Her large breasts also tightened and came together rising in a highly erotic manner in the V of her bra. I gasped at how large and solid her biceps became getting more prominent and craggier by the second. They looked so powerful and fearful yet with those large hemispheres of bust rising up and pressing against each other she was undeniably a woman. “Orrrrr!” I groaned as my man-rod beat furiously inside my trousers. “You pledged to serve me, so serve me. Feel my muscles James, feel my strength, my power. Go on feel them”.
I did not hesitate for I was longing to touch those big feminine mounds of muscle upon her arms yet had been to afraid of her reaction if I had. With my heart beating fast and sweat forming on my brow I reached out a hand to the top of her right biceps. “So hard! So big! So beautiful” I gasped astonished by the feel of the muscles beneath my hand smoothly curved yet as hard as iron. I could not even press my fingers into them. “That’s it James. Feel the big powerful arms of your Mistress”. With my throbbing shaft painfully tight against my trousers I felt her biceps with both hands becoming ever more aroused by the sensational feel of hard steely muscle beneath soft female skin. “Kiss them, James. Kiss them and worship me. Worship my biceps” I may have thought that a strange request previously but now I did not hesitate and put my lips to her amazing muscles while stroking and feeling them with my hands. “Amazing, amazing!” I kept mumbling between kisses.
“Take my hands, James” I did as she instructed, stretching my arms out on either side and bending my forearms to match hers. Arm to arm, I suddenly felt such power as I had never known flowing through her arms opposing me. Instantly I realised that not only was she a more formidable fighter than I was but that she also was much stronger than me. “Try to push my hands back, come on James, are you even trying?” she taunted as an overwhelming power forced my hands steadily backwards. The front of my trousers resembled a tent with a painfully stiff tentpole pressing tightly against the inside of my pants and throbbing uncontrollably. With a tight smug smile of superiority, Mistress Regina angled her fists towards the floor and I am forced to bend at the knees. To my disgrace I find my face sinking close to her large swelling bosom which rises like two half-moons out of her bra to meet me. To my horror my face plunges right into that voluminous cleavage. “Mmmmm mmmmm” To my surprise I hear true laughter from the strict old woman. “I bet you are enjoying that” she chuckles. “Mmm mmm mmmmah!” I gasp breathing fresh air as my face falls out of her large cups and continues to sink as her strong hard bulging arms press my hands lower until my face is level with her firm belly. There she kept me, crouched down before her with my face right in front of her taut stomach watching in fascination as those irregular blocks of hardness rise and fall as she breathes.
“Kiss my abdominals, worship my rock-hard stomach” she ordered. I didn’t what they were but guessed they were these appealing blocks of hardness like jigsaw puzzle pieces with grooves in between. I bowed my head to the task, enjoying the feel of her taut skin against my eager lips. I had never realised the effects of vigorous exercise upon a lady’s body and now fully applauded it for that firm belly with its hard shapes moving gently in and out was the most sensual thing that I had ever seen. That this woman was old enough to be my grandmother made it all the more amazing as I was sure that she had a far superior and sexually appealing body than most women even those in their early twenties. “Ohhhhh Mistress, so beautiful” I groaned with pure desire. “That will do nicely indeed” she chuckled as she released my hands. As she did, I fell forwards and stopped myself upon her sturdy body. Looking down I saw the swell of hard looking muscle upon her thighs and calves. Crouching lower to take a closer look, I placed my hand upon the outside of her left thigh and confirmed that it indeed felt like an iron plate. “Wow so hard!” I gasped. I began to move my face between her legs which were apart in a stance but before I could proceed she placed a firm hand upon my shoulder. “Believe me, you do not want to get your head stuck in there. I could pop your skull like a balloon. Now stand up and worship my back” she commanded. My tent-pole lurched back and forth like it was caught in a gale at her words. Could she really do that? Could a woman break my skull between her legs? I felt her thighs once more, they were certainly very thick, very hard and I imagined I could feel immense power lying just beneath the surface of her silky smooth skin.
“I said get up” she sounded impatient so I rose to my full height. As I did the Mistress turned around and I found myself sharply drawing in my breath when she unclasped and removed her bra. I could see the backs of her large breasts to my immense excitement. She placed her hands upon her hips and I saw that from the rear she did indeed have a natural hour-glass figure. In particular her back flared out on either side as it rose from her waist like an inverted triangle to her very prominent shoulder blades that were covered with large masses deeply etched in strange shapes. From the rear, I could more clearly see the dense slopes from her neck to the tops of her shoulders themselves resembling large plates of the halves of some triangle. As I watched she raised her arms once more and flexed her biceps. To my astonishment her entire back became a writhing mass of large solid muscle the likes of which I had never seen. From the rear her arms appeared even more formidable with powerful forearms and large biceps that were peaked like a mountain top. I placed my hands upon those peaks. “Ohhhh Mistress so big, so strong!” I gasped in wonder. I moved my hands onto her back and felt the hard muscular slabs in such abundance. I am so inflamed by her amazing physique that I find myself kissing and feeling her wondrous naked back with a wild passion. Mistress Regina was both muscular and beautiful in her own way, disproving the long-held fallacy of the ruling classes that strength in woman brings ugliness.
Losing all sense of decorum, I reached around her front to feel her hard stomach while I kissed her back. Inevitably they slipped upwards to cup her huge bare breasts that overflowed my grasping hands. That sensation was too great for me and I began to thrust my groin against her backside while caressing her breasts. “Ohhh Mistress, Mistress. I love you, I need you, I yearn for you” I completely lost my dignity and was moaning stupid endearments while thrusting myself like a mating dog. “Control yourself, boy” Mistress Regina growled then turned around in my arms. I tried to regain my composure but the sight of her naked breasts was too much for me and I tried to pull her close to kiss her mouth. As quick as a snake, she grabbed my left arm, pulled it out straight at my side while bending back the hand at the wrist. “Ouch ouch!” I yelped as the very fit grey-haired woman turned her side to me. Bringing my arm down swiftly in a forward motion, my body was jerked into the air, my feet leaving the floor as I was tossed away head over heels. BERLAM my back hit the floor hard “Ouch!”. Shockingly in my highly aroused state, that demonstration of superior fighting skill just stoked my out of control lust even more. I immediately got to my feet and rushed towards her. “Oh Mistress!” I groaned deep with desire. The Mistress just stood her ground and when I came within an arm’s length she grabbed my elbows then to my surprise fell over backwards pulling me down with her. I found her foot in my groin as I fell towards her. As soon as her back hit the floor I found my groin lifted high by her leg which sent me hurtling tumbling head over heels at dizzying speed a great distance across the room from her. BERLAM! My back hit the floor knocking the wind out of me “Orrpphh!”.
I lay there panting until the semi-naked form of the Mistress appeared, standing over me like an ancient female warrior of old, a true Amazon. “Try that again without my permission and I will slam you all over this room until you are unable to stand. Do I make myself clear?” she was so stern and dominant that my arousal pulsed strongly in my pants. “Yes Mistress. Sorry Mistress” I replied humbled. “Now get to your feet and stand before me” she demanded. I did as I was told trying to reign in my animal passion not to try to seize her and kiss her. To my surprise she wrapped those thick strong arms around me and pulled me tight against her soft voluminous breasts. “Urghh!” I grunted as she slipped her grip to cradle my backside and with a surge of strength, lifted my feet off the floor then threw me over one shoulder. Proceeding to carry me across the room, I bounced around upon her shoulder looking down at her amazingly sculpted back and her firm looking backside covered with her shorts. Further below her calves were like rocky spear-like slabs bulging in the most erotic fashion as she walked. Finally she lowered my feet back to the floor and looking around I saw that there was a strange wooden table with a cross bar handle a third of the way along and what looked like stirrups.
“Remove your trousers and undergarments this instant” she demanded. Shocked by this unseemly request I hesitated. Rather than scold me or bend back my hand at the wrist, the grey-haired sour-faced woman hunched herself over clenching her fists while bringing her arms around in front of her in a diamond shape. Every muscle in her body seemed to swell up into massive relief. Even the top part of her cleavage was striated and hard as her pendulous breasts hung down before her. She looked massive, muscular and frightening like some powerful wild beast. Once again this amazing old lady had shown me something that I had never seen before in my life and I felt both afraid and highly aroused. Without hesitation I complied with her request. “Lay down on there” she ordered pointing with her finger towards the strange table. Intrigued, I did as she commanded. Sliding beneath the cross-bar handle, I lay upon my back on the table.