My New Boss, part 2
By Madcat
A first hand account of female domination in the workplace.


The sound of the phone ringing shattered my concentration on my work. I
reached over and picked up the call trying to regain my thought process.

"Hello" I said into the receiver.

"Hi! Could you come over to my office real quick." My boss responded in her
phony cheerleader tone. Something was up.

"Yes ma'am." I replied. My pulse quickened. It had been a week since Beth had
conquered me physically and sexually that night in the hotel room. Since that
time she had made no mention of the bizarre event and our relationship
returned to a purely professional one. Of course, my attitude towards her had
changed 180 degrees.

I half ran down the hall to her office.

"What's up?" I said pleasantly as I entered. Beth got up fro her desk and
closed the door behind me. She wore a very serious expression on her face. As
usual, she dressed very conservatively in a sweater and slacks. An odd silence
filled the room as she sat back down.

"Yesss." I said in a leading fashion.

"I wanted to apologize for last week." She said. "What I did to you was
completely wrong. I'm sorry."

"Don't worry about it." I replied trying to soften her guilt. "I think I had
it coming."

"No, no you didn't. A manager is not supposed to treat employees that way. If
you want, feel free to file a harassment report against me. I won't deny
anything."

For a second I had a fleeting glimpse of me marching into the female HR
manager's office and trying to explain what happened. She would laugh me out
of the office with a reprimand for talking dirty.

"You have to be joking." I said. "Let's keep this whole thing to ourselves,
OK. We can't let the story get back to our spouses."

Beth looked visibly relieved. "You're right. You're absolutely right. Let's
keep this to ourselves. It never happened." She said. "And rest assured, it
will never happen again. No matter what."

This was quintessential Beth and precisely what I used to despise about her.
She had no intention of letting me report last week's fight. That would be a
disaster for all concerned. No, she just wanted to make sure I understood this
as well. And, as usual, she felt she could manipulate me into doing her
bidding. Well, two could play that game.

"Never say never." I said.

"What? You want a repeat of last week? You like getting beat up by a girl?"

"No, not exactly. I want a rematch. I still can't believe you were able to,
er, handle me with such ease. I need to know if I'm a wimp or you just got
caught me by surprise."

Beth laughed. "Look, I've been kickboxing since I was 12. I've beaten lots
guys like you who think they are big and strong but don't know how to fight.
You didn't have a chance last week and nothing's changed now. If we fought
again, you could be seriously injured."

She was probably right but I forged ahead anyways. I wanted a rematch for many
different reasons. Part of me wanted revenge, part of wanted a repeat of last
week and part of me just wanted to see Beth naked again. Either way I pressed
on, and I knew just what buttons to push.

"Well how 'bout we put on boxing gloves or just wrestle. Nobody gets hurt and
I get a chance to restore my wounded pride. Come on, just one chance. I know I
can take you."

Beth smiled. My plan worked. Beth loved competition and never backed down from
a challenge.

"OK, maybe just a wrestling match." She said. "But no funny stuff after the
match. We need to behave like two mature adults."

"Yeah, sure." I agreed. "If you remember last week the funny stuff was all
your idea. I was an unwilling participant."

Beth blushed. I must have struck a nerve. "You seemed to be enjoying yourself
too. In fact I remember you begging for it." She replied with a smile.

Now it was my turn to blush. "OK, OK. Let's just wrestle. No funny stuff."

So we agreed to a match in my basement the following day. Beth seemed even
more eager than I was. The battle was planned over lunch when we could have
some privacy.

Beth showed up the next day wearing some tight red shorts and a loose fitting
white T-shirt. I was a little disappointing versus last week's outfit but she
still looked fantastic. I also wore shorts and a T-Shirt.

"So what are the rules of the match?" She asked.

"Regular college rules, best of 3 falls, falls by pin or submission only."

"Good." She replied. The fact that she new what this jargon meant should have
alarmed me but I was too busy visualizing Beth as she looked last week wearing
just her ...

"Hey, boy, lets get started." Beth yelled, breaking my reverie.

"You're going down girlie." I shot back. "I'm going to show you who wears the
pants and who wears the panties."

Normally Beth loves trash talk but this time she did not respond. She just
took up a position on the other sided of the room. "Ready?" she asked.

I nodded and moved in. Truth be known, I was a terrible wrestler in school.
Fortunately, Beth did not appear any better. We both made a couple of
ineffective feints and locked arms. It became a straight up test of strength
and I won easily. In fact, it was almost too easy. I twisted Beth around and
held her for a few seconds in a reverse bear hug. It felt good in more ways
than one. Then I picked her up and dumped her unceremoniously on the ground.

She tried to get up but I moved in fast. I shoved her down on her back and sat
on her stomach. Beth struggled to turn over but I was just too heavy. I
managed to coral her hands and pin them behind her head.

"1-2-3, you're done." I said triumphantly. It felt good to have this hellion
under my control. Thoughts of breaking the no funny stuff vow began to fill my
head. I quickly jumped off her.

Beth scowled. "That's just the first fall. I thought I'd give you that one.
You know, to make it fair."

"Just get ready for round 2." I responded as I moved to my side of the room. I
eyed her as she got up from the ground. Her beautiful ass gave way to sleek,
strong legs. Her tanned skin looked perfect. I wanted her in the worst way,
but first I needed to win the match.

Just to add insult to injury, Beth arched her back and thrust out her lovely
breasts before coming out for round 2. It worked like a diversionary tactic. I
tried desperately to remain focused on the match. She flowed her "stretch"
with a quick charge and leg grab. She caught me off guard and we tumbled to
the floor. I had to twist to avoid falling on my back for an easy pin.

We wound up in a doggy style position with her on top. She quickly shifted her
legs to the side and tried to roll me over. I remembered a counter- move from
high school (obviously I had lots of experience in this position). I resisted
her move at first and then reversed and rolled with her. This had the desired
effect of rolling me over and back on top of her.

She twisted and tried to back out of the hold. I stayed with her and forced
her onto her back using my weight advantage. Beth's resistance waned. I sat up
taking the classic schoolboy pin position our hands still clasped together. My
eyes about popped out of their sockets when I looked down. Beth's shirt had
ridden up to her neck during the melee exposing her wonderful breasts.

For some unknown reason she wore a white lace bra (she didn't need the
support). Without even thinking I let go of her hands, reached down, and with
one deft moved unclipped the front bra clasp. Her breasts seemed to grow
larger when released from their confinement. Her nipples were large and hard.
My hands moved quickly to cup these beauties. Victory had never felt so good.

"What are you doing?" Beth demanded in a low, threatening tone. She did
nothing to stop me however.

"Feeling your boobs." I replied humorously. "And a great pair they are."

"What about our agreement. No funny stuff."

"Huh? I don't remember an agreement." I lied. My primal instincts were taking
over. Agreements no longer mattered.

"You're a lying SOB. You're going to regret this."

"Come on have some fun. You know you want it." I said repeating her line from
last week. I removed my shirt but my shorts proved to be more difficult. My
plan was not to do anything too complicated, just to leave her a token of my
enjoyment all over her chest. It would be fitting revenge for the indignities
she forced on me last week. So I stood up and stepped to her side to get the
shorts off and unleash my tool of revenge.

"Don't move." I commanded as I dropped the shorts and briefs in one swoop. For
some stupid reason I thought Beth would obey the command as I had hers the
week before. She didn't. I also thought I could just jump on her if she tried
to move but she was too fast. She rolled to her feet and quickly re-clipped
her bra.

"If you want me, wimp, come and get me." Beth taunted.

Obviously, I had a fight on my hands again. Fear crept into my mind. What if
Beth adopted her kickboxing tactics and simply punched my lights out again. I
launched a couple of feints just to judge her reactions. She responded only
with wrestling moves. Good, I thought I still had the advantage.

"Careful you don't trip over that third leg." Beth joked. She was referring to
the fact that I was totally naked and filled with lust. My third leg did not
impede my movement as I made my attack. My plan was simple. Grab her by the
shoulders and throw her to the ground just as I had done in round 1.

Beth accepted my challenge and we both locked arms. I expected to quickly win
this test of strength. I was wrong. For a full minute both of us stood in the
middle of the room straining against the other. Male strength versus female.
Incredibly, I felt my foot slide back an inch on the carpet. Beth took
advantage of the slide to step up with her legs and, with a ferocious yell,
throw me to the ground.

I landed on all fours but quickly turned over to face her. The stunned
expression on my face must have been obvious as I gazed up at her.

"What the hell?" was all I could say.

"I knew I was stronger than you." She said, flexing her muscles.

"But the first round. I took you easily."

"Your dumber than you look. I let you win. I thought we could have a quick
match. You could regain your pride and we could all go home. But no, you had
to be a bad boy. I couldn't let you have your way with me."

"Well, I guess this is over." I said as I reached for my shorts. I was still
sitting on the floor with legs spread. The confidence drained out of me. I
suddenly felt very naked and exposed. My hand never made it to the clothes.
Beth jumped on me and quickly pinned my arms beside my head.

"This is far from over" she replied from her position of power. "I count 1 pin
for the boys and 1 pin for the girls. We have to do the last fall."

"Wait. Didn't I pin you twice. This match is over." I claimed. The thought of
going another round with her had suddenly lost its appeal.

"You never pinned my shoulders for a 3 count and I never submitted to you. So
do you want to argue about it?" Just to prove her point she reached down to my
nipples and gave them a painful twist.

"Ouch! OK, lets do another round."

"I knew you'd see it my way." Beth laughed as she let me up. She no longer
looked angry. She seemed to be enjoying herself now.

I reached down for my clothes again. Beth grabbed my arm and shoved me back.
"No way fella, your fighting naked this round."

Just when I thought things couldn't get any worse, Beth continued, "But, since
this is a battle of the sexes, I will fight naked in the last round too. Can't
let you have all the fun."

"What about the agreement? No funny stuff?"

"Huh? I don't remember an agreement." She said sarcastically. "You broke the
rules, now you have to pay the consequences."

With that she began a slow striptease. Shirt, bra, shorts and finally the
panties. By the time she got done I was trembling with excitement.

"You can't expect me to seriously wrestle with this." I said as I pointed
between my legs.

"Perhaps your right." She said as she moved around behind me and grabbed it.
Seconds later I was relieved.

"Clean up the mess and lets wrestle. I need to show you who wears the
panties." She said mocking my earlier trash talk.

I quickly obeyed and got ready to meet her in the final round. My ordeal so
far had severely tapped my strength. Physically I felt weak. But mentally
things looked clear for the first time all day. I would have to execute a bold
plan to beat this powerful and dominant woman. Failure to do so would bring
more humiliation.

My opponent casually flexed and stretched. For once I was able to view her
nude body in a non-sexual light. She was well muscled for a girl but still
maintained a voluptuous figure. Only when she flexed could you see the steel
muscles beneath her golden skin. Amazingly, I began to feel aroused again.

The round began with me circling looking for an opening. She tried a leg grab
but I managed to push away from her. Her superior strength scared me. I faked
towards her right side and got her to over commit. I came in low fast and got
the left leg. Beth went down in a heap with me on top. For a brief second I
thought I could with the last round.

Then she started to power out of the hold. I tried to hold her down from
behind but her legs were too strong. Beth got half way to standing and wrapped
a hand behind my neck. I never saw the next move coming. She sat back down
again and used my own body weight to send me flying across the room.

Well, it felt like across the room. I landed on my back just a couple feet in
front of her. It took me a couple of second to get my bearings. I groggily got
to my feet only to see Beth standing there. I gasped for air while Beth
fiddled with her hair. The only sign that she had exercised was a slight glean
of perspiration on her tanned skin.

"I could have pinned you there, you know." Beth said. "But I didn't. I want to
make you submit instead. Cause you so much pain that you beg me to stop."

I was now afraid and Beth seemed to sense it. She was the predator and I was
the prey. Beth made a couple of fake attacks that sent me reeling backward.

"Are you afraid of me?" she queried.

"No." I lied.

"You will be soon."

I had run out of room to retreat. A wall stood directly behind me. Beth's
hands shot up and clasped mine. Her grip was formidable. She intended to
engage me in a game of mercy. Any neutral by-stander would have afforded her
no chance. I towered 6" above her and I had well muscled arms. But I knew
different.

I channeled every last ounce of force I had into the battle. This was the end
and I knew it. For perhaps 30 seconds our wrists were frozen in place. Then
mine creased back a hair or two. A cruel smile spread across Beth's face as
she sensed victory. She slowly drove me to my knees. When I could sink no
further, she bent back my wrists at a painful angle.

I didn't wait for her to ask for surrender. "I give. You win." I yelped in
pain.

"Submit to me. Say it." she commanded harshly.

I looked up only to see her pussy inches from my nose. "I submit to you" was
all I could say. It felt as though my wrists would snap.

She relaxed her grip slightly. "Who's the superior sex?" she asked.

"Women."

"Are you going to challenge me again?"

"God, no."

She let go my hands and grabbed my neck with her right hand. She forced me to
my feet and slammed me hard against the wall. "And don't ever try to force
yourself on me! Or I might just decide to rip this out by the roots." She
reached down between my legs and grabbed it with her left hand to emphasize
her point.

"Now its time for your punishment" she said as she led me into the middle of
the room with her left hand. "Put your hands on your knees and bend over." I
did as she commanded.

Beth walked over to a bag she had brought with her and rummaged for an item.
My heart sank when I saw it: a belt. She walked back over and began to circle
me, letting the belt touch my skin provocatively.

"I don't want to do this but you forced me to" she said slowly. "You need to
learn a lesson in manners. You also need to respect me. I thought you learned
these things last week but I guess not. So maybe 10 whacks will help."

I had no illusions about what she could do with that thin little belt. I had
to do something. Running was not an option. She was too fast. Fighting back
would just make things worse. So I went for option C, beg for mercy.

I dropped to my knees, grabbed her foot and begged like I had never begged
before. It only seemed natural given the circumstances to start kissing her
feet. She must have enjoyed my cowering since she let it continue for at least
5 minutes. Oddly, I also found kneeling before this conquering female to be
very stimulating.

"OK, maybe you have learned your lesson. Lets see, come over here" she said as
she led me back to her bag. This time she reached in and pulled out a pair of
white bikini panties. She offered them to me.

"Put the panties on and wear them to work this afternoon" she ordered. "Come
to my office at the end of the day and prove you still have them on. I want
you to remember who wears panties around here."

I obeyed without protest. Anything was better than the belt. The panties were
small and failed to contain my growing manhood. I looked stupid.

Obviously, Beth thought so too. "Ooh, you are so sexy!" she taunted. "I could
just kiss you." Much to my surprise she did just that, roughly forcing her
tongue into my mouth. My hands found the way to her ample breasts. We fell to
the ground kissing and groping. She laid me on my back and straddled my head,
leaving us in the same position as last week in the hotel room.

Beth stopped her descent a couple inches from my face. "Beg me." She commanded
in a repeat of last week's performance.

"Yes, please, I want it" I begged. Beth slowly lowered herself the rest of the
way. She seemed to be savoring the moment of her triumph over her male
adversary. I no longer had any inhibitions over performing this act of oral
devotion. Beth responded quickly to my actions. When she finished, she slid
herself down my trunk.

"I need more." She whispered in my ear. Beth then impaled herself upon my
shaft. Lucky for me this was my second go around for the day. I lasted another
5 minutes which more than satisfied Beth.

We quickly threw on some clothes and hustled back to work. We were almost an
hour late. Of course, I had to wear those stupid panties all day. At 5 PM I
walked into the boss's office, closed the door and dropped my pants just long
enough to prove my compliance with her instructions.

"Well I did it again, didn't I?" she asked meekly.

"Yes, you did and more."

"I don't know what it is about you that pisses me off so much but at the same
time gets me so turned on. But there is no use denying it. Do you want to do
weekly wrestling sessions?"

"Do I have to beg" I responded.