My New Boss, part 1
By Madcat
A first hand account of female domination in the workplace.


My lessons in female power came at the hands of my old boss, Beth. She was
younger than most of us in the department and considered to be on the
company's fast track. Beth stood about 5-8 and weighed about 150. She had ash
blonde hair, a rather plain face, and a great body. Beth returned from
maternity leave with a great pair of headlights. Many suspected augmentation
was involved.

Unfortunately, Beth and I never got along. I disliked her cheerleader
management style. She sensed this and gave me crap projects to work on. This
turned out to be a downward spiral. It all came to a head on a trip to Europe.
The two of us traveled there to troubleshoot manufacturing problems at one of
our large plants.

The trip over was tense. I spoke only when I had to. Things got worse when we
got to the plant. I let Beth put her foot in her mouth before carefully
pointing out her ignorance and inexperience. By the time we left the plant,
Beth was fuming.

Naturally, we parted company for dinner. I had a couple of beers and retired
early, smug in the knowledge that I had put the smack down on my upstart boss.

At 2 in the morning I awoke to the sound of someone pounding on my door. I
staggered out of bed and peered thru the peephole. It was Beth. I opened the
door half way to cover the fact I was still in my underwear.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

Beth didn't answer. She just barged in, turned on the lights, and demanded,
"We have to talk".

"Huh?" I responded wearily.

"I can't sleep." She said. "We have to talk about what happened today. We
can't go on working like this. Why don't you respect me?"

My mind slowly grasped this odd situation. It was late. I was tired and nearly
naked and my boss wanted to chit-chat. For a split second I stood there
admiring Beth's beauty. She stood before me in a full length light blue robe
that nicely accentuated her curves and gave a hint of cleavage. This scene
reminded me more of a romantic encounter than a discussion with my boss.

Then I noticed she wasn't looking me in the eye but was scoping me out
instead. This was all getting too weird. I became very self conscious of my
lack of clothing and the bulge in the teensy weensy bikini briefs I was
wearing.

"Lets talk about this in the morning." I exclaimed. "Its time for you to go
now."

"WE ARE GOING TO TALK. I'm not going anywhere." She replied in a stern tone.

We bickered back and forth for about a minute. She just wasn't backing down.
Strangely, I was becoming more and more aroused by the situation. I had to do
something and do it now.

"Either get out or I toss you out. Your choice." I demanded.

"You touch me and you'll be sorry. I'll drop you like a bad habit." She
replied.

This surprised me. I'm a big guy and have an athletic build honed by years of
exercise. No woman had ever physically challenged me before.

I could not back down now. Not to a girl. Not to this girl. I reached out with
both hands and grabbed the lapels of her robe. "Let's go." I said, waiting to
see if she was going to move voluntarily.

"I'll give you one last to remove your hands from my person." Beth replied
with an unnerving confidence. "Or I'm going to kick your ass."

"OK honey, you asked for it." I said as I picked her up off the ground and
manhandled towards the door.

The speed and strength of the move must have take Beth by surprise. I slammed
her into the wall by the door with more force than I wanted to. She let out an
"oof" when she hit. I paused for a second trying to figure out how I was going
to open the door and expel her without causing any damage. She tried a couple
of half-hearted karate moves to break my hold to no avail. Then I made my
first mistake.

I let go of one lapel to reach down and open the door. She quickly twisted
away from me and out of her robe. I stood there, holding the empty robe and
staring at Beth who was naked except for a small pair of white panties. She
looked stunning. All I could think of to do was to offer her the robe back.

She responded by kicking me in the stomach. The powerful kick took me by
surprise. As I doubled over from the force of the blow, I found myself gasping
for air. Beth followed the kick with a forearm smash to the back of my head. I
dropped to my knees and stars filled my eyes.

"On your feet, wimp!" Beth shouted as she grabbed my hair and yanked. The pain
brought me out of my semi-consciousness. I struggled to my feet and grabbed
her hand on top of my head. This was exactly the response Beth was looking
for. She slipped one arm under mine and judo tossed me across the room.

Well, it felt like across the room. I landed hard on my back a couple feet
from my bed. Stars again filled my vision as I struggled to catch my breath.
Beth walked over casually and planted her foot triumphantly on my chest. "Give
up or do you want some more?" she asked.

I looked up at her with a sense of awe and hatred. She stood over me like a
conquering amazon warrior. My view from the floor made her look even bigger
and stronger.

A smarter man would have recognized her fighting skills and cut his losses.
But not me. I could not submit to this woman. "Like hell" was my response. I
rolled over and slowly got to my feet. As I lifted my head, I came eye to eye
with her magnificent C cup breasts. These gravity defying globes seemed to
transfix my gaze.

"Its not polite to stare." Beth said as she pushed me backwards. I very nearly
lost my footing as I stumbled back against the bed. She seemed to be getting
stronger as I got weaker.

Beth put her fists up in a boxer's stance. "Let's see what you got, big boy."
she said.

I hesitated. It had been 20 years since I had punched anyone. I raised my
fists and circled, looking for an opening and trying to come up with a plan of
attack. Losing this fight was not an option.

"I'll show you how to do it." Beth said as she sensed my hesitation and fired
off a left jab. The punch was surprisingly strong. It connected on my left
cheek and snapped my head back. The pain just pissed me off and I retaliated
with a right hook. It wasn't a bad punch but she saw it coming from a mile
away. She ducked and counter punched my midsection before dancing back out of
range.

Her punches hurt me bad and Beth knew it. An evil smile came across her face.
"You're going down." She said before firing off another jab. I staggered back
from the force of the blow. Her punches were just too fast to block. At this
point, I knew that I was going to lose this fight. Before I could figure out a
way to surrender and maintain some shred of dignity, she hit me with a flurry
of punches. I blocked most of them but one got thru and connected squarely on
my chin. My knees got weak and I fell to all fours.

Beth just stood there and laughed. "My little sister is tougher than you." She
said spitefully. She waited with her hands on her hips. I think she expected
me to give up.

The pain and humiliation had washed all thoughts of surrender from my brain. I
took advantage of the pause to clear the cobwebs from my head. A plan of
attack finally formed in my brain. Feigning weakness, I got into position for
a headlong charge. I launched myself low and fast, trying to tackle her to the
floor. The move caught Beth totally off guard and may have worked if it wasn't
for the wall directly behind her.

She shifted just enough so that my head hit the wall first. This broke the
impact of the charge. Next, Beth twisted out of my grasp and grabbed my left
arm. Before I knew it, Beth had me pinned face first against the wall. Worse,
she had my left arm twisted painfully behind my back. I struggled for a few
seconds but it was futile. She was just too strong and every time I moved it
increased the pain from my left arm.

"I give up." I croaked as my struggles ceased. "You win."

"What?" she whispered seductively in my ear. "I can't hear you."

"I give up." I repeated with all the volume I could muster. "Please, you're
breaking my arm."

"Are you begging me to stop?" she replied.

"Yes, I'm begging you. You win. I'll do whatever you say." The words just
poured from my mouth. I was a beaten man.

"That's much better. I should have kicked your ass a long time ago." She joked
as she woman handled me roughly toward the bed. At the edge of the bed she
spun me around and pushed down so I lay flat on my back. Beth was stronger
than I could ever have imagined.

She proceeded to straddle me and pin my arms above my head. I offered zero
resistance.

"Lets have that talk now." Beth commanded.

"Errr, does it have to be like this? Can we at least put some clothes on?" I
replied tentatively.

"No we can't. I don't want you to get second thoughts and try to kick my ass
out of the room again. Besides, I think it reinforces who the boss is. Don't
you think?"

"Yes ma'am." I replied submissively.

Beth launched into long-winded lecture, confident that she had completely
conquered her male opponent. All I could do was meekly agree with every one of
her points. Yes, I had never given her a chance. Yes, my job performance was
poor. Yes, I was disrespectful. Even the beating I sustained that night was my
fault.

After awhile, I experienced trouble concentrating on our one sided discussion.
Beth had never looked so radiantly beautiful. The fact that she was topless
and that we were positioned crotch to crotch probably contributed to my
feelings. A wave of sexual excitement swept thru me despite my best efforts to
stop it. Even the slightest movement on her part sent shivers thru my body.

Finally, Beth noticed the physical manifestation of my excitement. She stopped
talking and twisted her hips to confirm the sensation between her legs.

"Is that what I think it is?" she said sternly.

"Yes ma'am." I sighed. Fear now mixed with desire in my thoughts. I had no
idea where this twisted affair was going but I knew I did not want another
beating.

Her expression softened. "Do you think I'm attractive?" she asked coyly.

I nodded, somewhat relieved.

"Am I beautiful?" she asked.

"Incredibly beautiful." I agreed.

Beth paused for a moment as a naughty smile spread across her face.

"How would you like to ... " she asked.

"No." was my panicked reply. "I don't do that". In fact I had never done it. I
found the whole idea repulsive and demeaning.

"Aw, common on." She said. "You don't want to disappoint me."

Beth stood up and removed her panties. Obviously, she was not going to take no
for an answer and I was in no position to argue. Much to my surprise my
earlier objections to this demeaning act began to fade. A submissive part of
my personality started to take control. I desperately craved any contact with
this beautiful and powerful woman no what the terms.

"You know you want it." She said as she straddled my face.

I nodded. Beth held it a couple inches from my face. "Beg me." She commanded.

"Please, please let me ... " I pleaded. Beth wasted no more time and lowered
herself the rest of the way. I dove into the soft flesh with unbridled
passion. Despite my relative inexperience at this activity, my tongue quickly
worked its magic on her. She moaned in pleasure over and over again.

She slowly dismounted me when she finished. I just lay there, quivering with
excitement.

"Wow" she said as she struggled to catch her breath. "You sure you never did
that before. Most girls aren't even that good."

Before I could respond this tantalizing opening she reached down and touched
me. I moaned in response. A couple of squeezes later it was all over.

"I hope you enjoyed that" she said as she got off the bed. "I think we really
accomplished something positive tonight. Don't you think?"

She didn't wait for a reply. She donned her robe and made for the door.

"Sweet dreams" was the last thing she said to me that night then she was gone.
The last two days of the trip sped by with no more late night discussions much
to my disappointment. I was a changed man.