BLIND DATE 4

My words must have pleased her, for she set the bar bell back onto its rack, stood up and, placing her huge hands on either side of my chest, lifted me bodily into the air until my eyes were level with hers and then held me almost at arm's length, looking fondly into my eyes as my feet dangled nearly two feet above the floor. The firm, yet gentle, grip of her hands on my body sent a thrill of mingled pleasure and desire through me, and I struggled to keep my mind on the one question to which I needed to know the answer.

Her reply sent a cold chill through me! I had been extremely ticklish all my life over most of my body, and if there was one thing in this world I couldn't stand, it was being tickled. I tried to protest that I wasn't ticklish, but she wasn't convinced.

Still holding me off the floor, she moved the fore and middle fingers of both hands up toward my armpits, where I was the most ticklish and began to probe with the tips of her fingers the sensitive areas of my body. My world exploded into a paroxysm of insane, screaming laughter, and I thrashed about helplessly with all my puny strength against the firm, but gentle power of her grip. She didn't even appear to notice my desperate struggles as she continued the delicious torture she was inflicting on my defenseless body.

I thought my head was going to explode from the sensations of her probing fingers. I begged her to stop, but she ignored my pleas until I was completely exhausted from my struggles.

When she finally did stop, I hung limply in her hands, totally drained from the ordeal, my mind whirling dizzily as I tried to regain some semblance of sanity. I did get the answer I was looking for, even though it wasn't the one I wanted. But she wasn't finished with me yet.

As she chastised me for trying to mislead her, I could only wonder what was coming next. I didn't have long to wait!

She maneuvered me so that I was tucked securely under her powerful right arm with her hand encompassing my privates and, with a single, swift motion, stripped the swimming trunks completely off me, leaving my bare buttocks completely exposed. Then she proceeded to spank my bare bottom with her open hand! I didn't think she was using anywhere near all her strength, but the spanking still hurt like hell! I felt tears welling up in my eyes as I began to sob in pain and frustration. Here I was, a grown man, being spanked like a naughty child! And by a woman, albeit probably the strongest woman in the world!

I was yelling and screaming in pain and begging for her to stop, swearing never to be "naughty" again, but she continued to spank my bare bottom, and, from the tone of her voice as she continued to chastise me, I got the very uncomfortable feeling that she was enjoying it!

Apparently satisfied finally that she'd made her point, after several more swats on my now reddened bottom, she stopped the spanking.

Still encompassing my crotch with her right hand and forcing my thighs apart, she sat down on the bench and held me several inches off the floor in front of her, my entire weight balanced on and supported by her open, upturned palm. I had the distinct impression that this was her way of asserting complete ownership of my body--and me!

Despite that, I still needed to let her know that I'd relied on her promise not to hurt me and that the spanking she'd given me really hurt! I could hardly believe her answer, that she hadn't intended to really hurt me?!?

Throwing caution to the winds, I let her know in no uncertain terms that she really had hurt me--a lot! I didn't know what kind of response to expect and was steeling myself for more punishment, but instead she seemed really sorry! And what she did then couldn't have been more wonderful!

Bringing me to her, she folded me in her powerful arms and, forcing my open mouth up to meet hers, captured mine in a hard French kiss! I felt completely engulfed in her massive body as her left arm pressed me tight against her. Almost automatically, I reached up to wrap my arms around her neck in complete submission to her embrace as I eagerly returned her kiss.

Time seemed to stand still as her open mouth held mine captive and her tongue explored the inside of my mouth at will. The thrill of her hands on my body, the pressure of my chest and stomach against hers, the sweet taste of her mouth in mine, all marvelous sensations that I wanted to last forever! In that moment, perhaps more than any other I had spent with this magnificent Amazonian giantess, I fell completely and hopelessly in love. And I knew that I was hers, in body and mind, to do with as she saw fit for as long as I could please her.