BLIND DATE 3

She stood up and, looming over me again, handed me the swimming trunks she had brought downstairs and offered me the chance to change in private if I wanted. I did, although her offer was framed in a way to make me believe that my personal privacy might well be only temporary!

Looking about a mile down at me she suggested rather strongly that I should hurry up. After the ease with which she had overpowered me at arm wrestling, I wasn't about to try her patience! I didn't want to look ridiculous by running, but I headed for the bathroom as fast as I could walk without running and changed quickly into the swimming trunks, which seemed to fit pretty well.

When I emerged from the bathroom in the swimming trunks and in my bare feet, the inch or so of height I'd lost as a result made her seem to loom over me a lot higher, by a lot more than that inch! I suspected that if she were still wearing those 6" heels I'd be staring into her navel! Taking my hand in a firm, but gentle, grip, she led me to the stairs leading to her basement.

In the basement was a bench on which was a barbell with six massive weights, three on each end, presumably for bench pressing. I couldn't even begin to guess how heavy that thing was! On the floor were three other weights: a smaller, much shorter bar, with two smaller weights attached and two loose weights laying on the floor which looked about the same size as the six weights attached to the long bar on the bench. When she told me how heavy the short barbell was, I almost fainted. I knew that here was absolutely no way I could lift that barbell!

But when I tried to object she insisted in a tone that, even though she continued to smile, left no room for argument. Reluctantly I approached the barbell, wondering how I was going to try to lift it. Trying a one hand lift, which is what it was designed for, was completely out of the question! I knew I'd be lucky to get even one end off the floor using both hands, so the only way was to stand at one end of the bar and try to lift it that way.

I did my best, thanks mostly to Jul's no-nonsense brand of encouragement! As expected, I did manage to get one of the weights an inch or two off the floor, but the rest of the barbell might as well have been nailed to the floor for all the good my efforts did me! But, with Jul standing behind me with her fists on her hips egging me on, I didn't dare quit!

Then I felt a sharp pain in my lower back, and I knew I'd strained something! With a groan, I had to admit defeat. By this time I'd apparently demonstrated my weakness to Jul's satisfaction, for, clucking her tongue with amused disdain, she told me to relinquish the bar. Then she did something that astounded me!

As I stood there, bent over and clutching my backside from the pain, she casually picked up the two much heavier weights, one in each hand, as easily as though they were made of cardboard, and carried them over to the barbell. When she told me how much each weighed, I almost fainted. In fact, if my back hadn't hurt so much, I think I would have!

I could only stare in abject amazement at this giant Amazon's demonstration of strength, but she wasn't finished. I was in for an even greater surprise as she added to the two 100 lb. weights to the bar.

I literally couldn't believe my eyes!

Sitting down on the bench, she casually curled the 300 lb. bar bell with just her right hand, and with no support for her upper arm!!! With a single hand she was curlng three times more weight than I could lift using both my arms and my back! And, while the muscles of her right arm did flex with the effort, her face showed no trace of effort whatsoever!!! She really was at least 6-7 times stronger, maybe even 10-20 times stronger, than I! I had to wonder if there was any limit to this amazing woman's physical strength!

She effortlessly curled the huge bar bell up and down several times, obviously amused at the mingled amazement and admiration--together with, yes, even a touch of fear--on my face. So rapt was I at this magnificently powerful Amazonian giantess that, without realizing it, I was litterally babbling without really being fully conscious of what I was saying. And that seemed to amuse her even more as she prepared me for her next feat to strength.

Setting the one handed bar bell back on the floor and leaning back on the bench, she reached up and hoisted the huge bar bell off its rack, lowered it to her chest and then pressed it up to hold it at arm's length above her. Again the muscles of her arms flexed, but no strain showed on her face, and she was able to talk to me normally while holding up the bar bell. If what she was telling me was true she had to be one of the strongest human beings, man or woman, if not THE strongest human being, on the face of this earth!

And, as I stared in awe at her magnificently muscled, yet beautifully curvacious and feminine body and lovely face I knew that I was trapped, permanently tied to her as her adoring slave for life! Yet there was an important question that kept nagging my mind for which I needed to get an anwer from her and which I resolved to get now.