You are a paramount. You are slayer of kings and the fall of nations. You are tall, you are strong beyond all men. You sword is is never dulled, your armor battered but never broken. And it is I who command you.

Because to me, you are one of many. You are a piece on the board. You are small, weak beyond mortal women. Your sword cannot fell me, and your armor I may strip away when I so desire. I command you: My will be done.

Stand still, in my shadow. Stand in your armor and yet you will feel naked as I look down upon you. Your body is all strong muscle, power beyond mortal comprehension. You are a giantess, with breasts full and taut, legs like iron. But you will look up at me, you will kneel before me. Cower and crawl, for my will be done.

My will be done.

"Ma'am!" the guard looks up at you with a stiff, frightened expression. He straightens and plants a salute so hard against his forehead his helmet tilts back and the chinstrap flips up over his firm set lips, hiding in their rigidity fear and respect in equal parts.

You've just returned from a job. Doubtless you are tired and the pathetic behavior of this mortal man is below you, quite literally as your breasts could rest atop his head just easy as your hand could wrap around it and crush his skull. His armor gleans with polish and disuse, while yours is a dull grey with scratches. The breastplate over your chest heaves with your tired breaths, and your pillar-like legs, long and full of powerful grace are clad in similar pieces of interlocking metal plates built especially for you. A sword longer than this man is tall angles back from your waist and your mailed fist makes an easy, metallic tap when you cross your arms impatiently.

The guardsmen, after a moment of hesitation, tilts his helmet back forward and smiles nervously. "Just a uhh... just a moment," he assures you in placating tones, struggling to the point of avoiding blinking to keep his eyes up at your severe face. It's hardly less intimidating to look at your angular jaw, sharp features, and piercing blue eyes. "Just uh.... need the uhh, well y'know. We gotta wait for..."

The guards companion arrives out of a side door, panting. "Let'er in!" he shouts with the last air in his lungs. The guard in front of you leaps out of your way; he was quite aware at all moments that his standing in front of you was almost as much a formality to you as the weight of the great doors he was supposedly guarding.

Behind those doors, heavy thuds and clanks sound as cross-beams are retracted. The locks are removed, and you are free to step forward and heave. Your metallic fingers spread across the great double doors, and you emit a powerful growl as you shove. Lean, powerful muscles spread across your back under your armor, your toes nearly dig into the stone underfoot, and the three story doors of stone spread with groans little different than the fearful guards who scramble out of your way.

When you pass through the gap made by your efforts you casually glance to see the wheels and gears of the mechanisms the two dozen guards will use to close the gates again the same distance you just opened them. More stairs away, and you take them at an easy five at a time in long bounding strides that hardly even make you breathe heavy. Guards in posts along the stairs, in towers and barracks tending their duties regard you as you go by with sharp snaps of the head, as if following a train at speed.

Atop the stairs, you pass through into the fortress, all black stone and flying red streamers backlit by dark clouds of diffuse grey light lit from beyond, in the hidden sky above. Finally, you report to me.

Kneel

The command booms and your body follows before you can even register the command. It's like your armor just became it's full, real weight and dragged you to the earth with a crunch.

Barely, you can perceive that I know you see the process in this exact light. Heavy? my voice purrs, low and husky but everywhere all at once. Then leave it. your armor crunches, metal folds back and falls from your body until you remain knelt and nude before me, battle scarred body sleek with feminine muscle and all the other pleasures I expect from my valkries.

I watched while you worked I say, pleased. You are always in my sight.

Softly, my footsteps approach you out of darkness, emerging from shadows to the cone of light I stopped you upon. I am but the height of a normal man, so by kneeling I may look you in the eyes.

My will has been done. I am pleased I assure you, with a voice ever hinting that there was something I knew about all this that you didn't. I stepped several more steps forward until I'm before your tense expression by mere inches. The smell about me is brimstone, the look in my eyes fire. My teeth are fiercely white, contrasting with dark hair and warm skin. And now. So shall you be pleased.

Just as the order to kneel, my voice fills space and reality responds to my orders just as readily as your body did. Warm pressure forms on your crotch without either of us moving. Some shadow finger inserts itself inside of you, some unseen, rigid object forcing you open. Hands that don't exist slide along your body and shove you from a regal, down-on-one-knee pose, to a double-knee arch. Two hands which are only felt by you grasp you wide hips, two more grasp your shoulders as wet hot friction slides up inside you, firmly pumping you between your spread legs.

My words are fucking you, pumping you as I stare grinning into your eyes, watching you try and hold a neutral expression as I give you your reward. With a real hand, I reach out and hold your chin. My thumb strokes your sharp jaw, and I bring our faces close together. Almost forehead to forehead I bring my lips an inch from yours. Forever you shall run away from the night. Your existence will be in the night and my will be done! my voice rings with command and triumph and the throbbing objected stuffed inside you pumps harder, faster. Two more shadow hands slide up your taught abs and grab your breasts. Something wet like a tongue rolls around each of your nipples and you could swear it's saliva running down your body from them.

I release your jaw, and my hand runs up through your hair, giving a sharp jerk that makes your mouth fall open. Your open hot exhales make my black hair twitch momentarily as I grin at you with my eyes. *Sacrifice your pleasure to my will," I order, voice ringing behind your behind your skull as I force my tongue into your throat and drink from you the strength I granted you.

Reverse power dynamics! The woman here is an inhuman warrior amazon, valkrie, whatever you wanna call her. Mortal men cower before her and she could use them like toys if she wanted. But at the end of the day, there is one man whom commands her. No amount of her strength can stop him from willing shadows to fuck her stupid, or commanding her body to move as he sees fit. Is he a demon king? Some sort of god? Well the woman can't even fathom what he is, aside from that he commands her.

Stretch it may be, but I'm looking for a switch of a woman. I want to be able to play as her lord/commander, sending her on quests where she may so desire to dominate any mortal man, woman, or beast, she comes across. But at the same time he can manifest anywhere, anytime. She is always in his sight, and occasionally she will be made to submit, either as a reward or as punishment should she let things get out of hand.

I expect to have a bit of a story here, y'know real plot, but probably something more episodic, where the individual scenes we play out with this dynamic could each stand alone with their own individual plots. Maybe there are some overarching plot points and if we mesh right and something more encompassing starts to form then I'm all for it. Either way, hopefully someone likes the idea of playing around with power dynamics a bit. And besides, who doesn't love a strong, muscly woman?

If you want to respond but are unsure how to follow up this very open-ended prompt then all I ask is a quick introduction. What did you like reading about? What are your kinks and limits? Let's just get the conversation going, eh? Also, if you're at all interested, please have a look at my prior posts and feel free to pick something out of there that interests you too, if you like!