Jane gets her first slave
by Musclelustman
 


A story by Musclelustman --- I'm new at writing so if you have any
constructive criticism or any comments on the story please let me know. I hope
to write several stories in the next few months. You can send comments to
musclelustman@yahoo.com

The hotshot salesman treats his secretary in a pretty shabby way. He ends up
being her slave

My name is Jane and I'm 33 years old. I've lived a pretty typical life. I
never saw this coming, but my life was totally changed by the top salesman at
our company. Bill is a pretty popular guy and he's a great salesman. Most of
the people in the office really like him. He's attractive and funny. Although
he can be a little arrogant at times with everyone.But he never seemed to like
me. He has always been pretty cold towards me. Many times he's brought
projects to me at the last minute which caused me to ruin my evening or
weekend plans because I had to get his stuff done.

I've been athletic my whole life. My dad played football in the NFL even
though he's small by NFL standars (5'10" and 220 lbs). But he was very strong
and was able to bring the big guys down when he was playing linebacker. He was
never real famous and was only in the NFL for a couple of years before being
hurt and having to retire, but I must have gotten his strenth. Mom ran track
in college and she's pretty strong as well. I'm only 5'1" and weigh 128lbs.
Some might view me as being stocky, but it's all solid. I was a gymnast in
high school and college. When I was in 8th grade I could beat any of the guys
in my class in armwrestling. In fact I beat them easily. It really intimidated
the guys so I decided when I moved in high school to not let guys know how
strong I was. I usually to this day wear long sleaves and loose shirts. But
privately, I love having a lot of muscle. I love the way in looks on me. But
being short and weighing what I do, I know I usually look a little heavy, but
as I said, I'm really solid.

I had a date on a Saturday night. He's a nice guy but I already know it's not
going anywhere. I was in the middle of working out on the treadmill when Bill
called. He said he has a big presentation on Monday and the client wanted to
look over the stuff tomorrow so he needed me to get the presentation
organised. I told him I had a date and couldn't and he got pretty ugly on the
phone. He said I had to do it if I wanted to keep my job. He'd be right over
to drop the stuff off to me. I hung up, but was pretty angry. He's done this
to me several times. I called my date and cancelled. but it was obvious that
he was pissed and he probably wouldn't be calling back. I hit the weights as I
waited for Bill to come over.

When he showed up at the door a half hour later I was just finishing my fourth
set of curls. When I answered the door his expression when he saw me was
somewhere between disgust and amusement. I was wearing short shorts and a tank
top. He never saw my arms before this. My muscles were bulging. He walked in
and said with mockery in his voice, "nice outfit." He went on to give me the
materials and said that he'd need it all put together by 10:00am the next
morning. I looked it over and knew that I had between 5-7 hours of work ahead
of me. I again said how it wasn't fair that I had to give up my Saturday night
because he didn't get his crap together in time. He really got sarcastic! He
said he's the top salesman and he keeps my ass working. He said I should be
grateful that he does so well so that I can have a job. He said that I'm a
peon and he's important so I have to do what he tells me to do. Then he said
he had a date with his fiancee and that it was nine months to the wedding and
they were going to "practice the honeymoon," He lauged as he said this. He
said I should have fun as he went to leave. I said, "Goodbye asshole" as he
went for the door.

He turned around angrily. He said I was a stupid bitch and should be fired.
Then he pointed at my arms and said, "What are those?You work out or
something?" I flexed my bicep and said "these are my muscles- a girl has to be
able to defend herself against assholes like you". He laughed at me. I could
feel my blood pressure going up. I had guys in high school who used to mock me
and this brought back some of those bad memories. He said, "You are a stupid
bitch. Do you think those little girly muscles are actually going to help you
if a man wanted to do something against you?" He was laughing at me. He went
on to say how he met his fiancee at a bar when some guy kept grabbing her ass.
He said how he stepped in and ending up beating the shit out of the guy. He
was her "white knight" and she adored him for being able to protect her. He
said that's what most girls do; they find a strong guy like him to protect
them. He said, "You might be able to handle Pee Wee Herman or Don Knotts, but
most guys would easily kick your ass." I told him he was full of shit and that
I could probably kick his ass if I wanted to.

He laughed at me again. He said I was really funny and asked if I'd like to
place a little wager on a wrestling match. I sized him up. He was about 5'11"
and maybe 185lbs. You could tell he had been athletic but he didn't seem to
have a whole lot of muscle tone. I had never really wrestled a guy before and
was beginning to wonder if maybe I had gone too far, but I wasn't going to
back down. I said, "I'd love to make a bet that I could kick your ass. How
about we wrestle and if I win you get the presentation ready, if you win I get
the presentation ready."

He said, "what do I look stupid? You already have to do the presentation. If I
win I need to get something else." I looked at him suspiciously and must have
looked a little scared. He laughed and said, "I suppose I could just hold you
down and screw you when I win." I said he was a pig, but he said, "Don't
worry, I'm getting prime rib tonight, I'm not going to waiste myself on
hamburger helper." I could feel my blood pressure continue to rise. Who was he
calling hamburger helper? I had seen his girlfriend and she really is
beautiful. She has a gorgeous figure and a beautiful face. But my body has a
nice shape to it. I know my face isn't beautiful, but it's not ugly either. He
was still laughing and obviously thinking about what he could get if he won
the wrestling match. His eyes got wide and a big smile came over his face and
he said, "I know what we can bet. If you win I'll do the report. If I win you
have to kiss my bare ass. You have to smother my ass with kisses for five
solid minutes - is it a deal?" I looked at him with disgust. What a gross pig.
I told him he was a pig and he laughed and said, "Is little miss muscle afraid
she's going to loose?" I couldn't believe how pissed he was getting me. Why
was I letting this jerk get me so angry? I said, "Okay, asshole, we have a
deal" as I put out my hand to shake. He shook hands with a look of disbelief
and said, "I can't wait to tell Paul and Ken about this. Maybe you can kiss
their asses too." They were other salesmen at the office. We agreed on the
rules- a victory could come either with a pin or a surrender. There was not
allowed to be any hitting, punching, pinching, scratching or biting.

We circled the room for a few seconds and then he came after me all the time
with a big mocking grin on his face. We wrestled for a few minutes- sometimes
my having the advantage other times he had the advantage. But as time went on
it became obvious that I was much stronger. His size and weight allowed him to
fight me off for awhile, but he was tiring quickly and I was more in control.
As the minutes went on I was in total control. The mocking grin was gone. He
looked worried and angry at the same time. I got my legs around his head and
squeezed, he was powerless in my grasp. I asked him if he wanted to give and
he said "never". I squeezed more. I was expending very little energy and he
was frantically pulling at my legs, powerless to budge them. As the minutes
went by he could hardly offer any resistence at all. I let go of his head and
scooted down so that I could get my legs around his waste. I again squeezed.
He squeeled like a pig and called me a bitch. I squeezed harder. I felt like
his ribs could break so I let up a bit. I didn't really want to hurt him, but
I really enjoyed being in control. I kept the pressure up and he finally
blurted out, "I give up. I give up. Let me go." I kept the pressure up and
taunted him a little. "What's the matter, is this little girl with these
little girly too much for the big strong man? Should I call you Pee Wee Herman
or Don Knotts?" He tried to turn toward me but I held him in place. I said,
"ask nicely. Say please let me go?'" He screamed, "you bitch, let me go!" I
squeezed harder and pulled his head back to my chest. I put my arms around his
neck and squeezed his neck as I continued to squeeze his waste with my legs.
He was totally powerless in my arms. He blurted out, "Please let me go." I
said, "say pretty please with ice cream on top." He said, "Pretty please with
ice cream on top." I let him go. I jumped up as he lay on the floor. I stood
over him looking down with great amusement. He usually towered over me so this
was new for me. Also, I couldn't believe that I felt my juices begin to flow.
I was really turned on. I don't think I had ever felt so turned on my entire
life. I reached down to help him up. He grabbed my hand and when I pulled him
up he pushed me back and called me a bitch. He said that I had cheated and
that I had better get that presentation done or I wouldn't have a job come
Monday. He was trying to back out on the bet. I told him I won fair and
square, that I was going to call my date and he better get going and get that
presentation done. He again called me a bitch and said I had better do it or I
wouldn't have a job. He went to leave my apartment.

I went after him and wrestled him to the floor. I said, "If you'd have won I
would have had to kiss your ass, so now you have to keep your end of the bet.
He said "f... you bitch! Let me go." He wasn't getting out of there without a
promise to do the work. I wrapped my legs around him and began to squeeze his
waste again. He shouted out in pain. I grabbed his head and squeezed his neck
again. Again he was powerless in my arms. At this point he was like handling a
rag doll. I really had squeezed the fight out of him. After a little while I
stood up and put his head between my thighs. My legs are like bands of steel
so I knew the groans he was making wasn't put on. I grabbed his right arm and
began to twist it. He again cried out in pain. He begged me to stop. I kept
going for a few minutes. I didn't want him to think I was going to be too easy
on him. After all we had a fair bet. He's ten inches taller then me and out
weighs me by over 60lbs. He was in agony and I felt that I was flowing like a
river. My power over this helpless man was turning me on like I had never
experienced before. He kept begging me to let him go. I said, "So who's going
to prepare the presentation?" He said, "Okay, I'll do it. Please just let me
go." This time his voice wasn't angry or mocking. He was really begging. I let
him go. He got up and looked at me as if he wanted to kill me.

I extended my hand and said, "No hard feelings." He said, "F... you bitch.
I'll do the presentation, but you crossed the wrong guy. Don't expect to have
your job for long." He just wasn't learning very well. I said to him that he
needed to learn to treat a woman of muscle with respect. I told him to worship
my body. He looked at me with a horrified look and told me I was crazy. He
said, "there's no f,,,ing way that I'm worshipping your body." I started to
flex and said, "these muscles can destroy you. You will worship me or I'll
show you what they can do." He went to leave again, but I of course didn't let
him leave. I won't go into all the details but I practiced a lot of holds the
next fifteen minutes. Painful holds. He was putty in my hands. At first he was
swearing a lot and calling me names. But he learned when he did that it just
made it worse, so his language got better over time. I had done some pretty
painful things with his arms so that they were almost useless in fighting. He
was no match for me when they weren't hurt- now there was almost no resistence
at all. As the time went by he was begging me to leave him alone. He was
almost in tears. Meanwhile, I felt like a dog in heat. They say power is an
aphrodisiac and I now know they're right.

I let him go and said, "now worship me." There was no objection. He kissed my
biceps. I told him to worship my left calf, he did. I said, "now my right
shoulder," he got up and worshipped it. I went on commanding him from one part
of my body to another. He stood up, knelt down, stood up again. Whatever I
told him to do, he did. No objections. He was learning.

I told him to tell me how beautiful I am. He did. I told him to tell me how he
wished his fiancee was as beautiful as I am. He said it, but this time he
sounded sarcastic. I said, "are you being disrespectful to me?" He said that
this had been enough and he wanted to leave. I told him he had to learn
respect so I said he needed to kiss my ass. He again had a look of anger.
"I've never kissed anyone's ass and I'm not about to start now" he said. I
asked him if he wanted to bet on that and I smiled. He said, "I don't care
what you do to me I'm not doing that." I thought for a moment and then got a
great idea. I wanted to draw him in. I was going to make it so that he did it
without my physically forcing him to it. I wanted him to do it out of fear. I
wanted to see fear and desperation in his eyes.

I said, "I'll make you a deal. You can leave right now without kissing my ass.
You take your stuff and prepare the pesentation and you can go. But if you
don't kiss my ass now I'll destroy you at work. I'll wrestle you down and
squeeze you and have you begging in front of all of our co-workers. I might
even squeeze hard enough to break a rib. How do you think Ken and Paul will
react when they see you squirming powerless between my legs and begging for me
to let you go?" A look of real horror came over his face. "You wouldn't dare"
he said. There was a desperate pleading in his voice. "You'll be fired
immediately if you do that" he declared. "No I won't" I said, "I'll tell them
you grabbed my ass. Besides, even if I do get fired do you think you'll be
able to continue working there once they've seen you powerless in my grasp and
heard you begging me for mercy?"

I'd never seen such fear in a man's eyes. Male pride is a foolish thing, but I
was learning that a girl with muscle could use it to her advantage. He liked
his reputation as a man's man. He had always exuded confidence. Now he was
scared and was beginning to look desperate. "please, no. You wouldn't do that
would you?" I said, "I'm going to count to ten. When I reach ten you either
will be gone from here - but remeber what will come at the office-- or you'll
be kissing my ass. If your not gone or kissing my ass, you'll end up doing
both. I'll make you kiss my ass now and I'll beat the shit out of you at
work." I thought he was going to cry. "Please no. Please don't do that." I
started counting, "One, two three...." He fell to his kness and begged,
"Please no. Please don't do that." I continued, "five, six seven,"- he was
running out of time, He didn't have time to get out of my apartment. "Eight,
nine,"-- I felt his lips against my ass. I said, "Smother my ass with kisses,"
he did. "Between kisses tell me how beautiful I am" I commanded. "You (kiss)
are (kiss) the (kiss) most (kiss) beautiful (kiss) woman (kiss) on (kiss) the
(kiss) face(kiss) of(kiss) the (kiss) earth(kiss)." I couldn't believe it. He
stopped. I said, "Don't stop until I tell you to stop. He resumed his kissing.
I started to walk toward the kitchen but he stayed where he was. I turned
around and said, "Follow me and keep on kissing." He obeyed. I walked away as
he crawled after me kissing my ass. I thought this is going to be fun. I
walked to the bedroom. I said to him, "Tell me how you'd rather kiss my ass
then make love to your fiancee." I knew it was a ridiculous statement. I know
there was no way that was true. But I guess I wanted another excuse to squeeze
him and feel him powerless in my grasp, but he didn't give me the excuse I
wanted. " I (kiss) would (kiss) much (kiss) rather (kiss) kiss (kiss) your
(kiss) ass (kiss) then (kiss) make (kiss)love (kiss) to (kiss) my (kiss)
fiancee" he said. Now in all honesty it didn't sound real convincing, but I
thought it was really amazed at what I was able to do in about 45 minutes.

I sat on the chair in my bedroom and had him kneel before me. The fear was in
his eyes. I felt like an all powerful queen. I asked him when he was supposed
to be at his fiancee's house and he said about 20 minutes. I commanded him to
call her and cancel their date. With a look of dread and fear in his eyes he
took out his phone. I know he was afraid that I'd take the phone and expose
him. But I thought it would be much more to my advantage to keep him in fear
of exposure. It was better for me to keep it secret what I was doing to him,
so that to avoid being exposed as a wimp he would do anything I commanded. He
called her and begged her for forgiveness. He honestly enough said he had to
get this presentation ready. He hung up, obviously relieved that I did not
tell her the position he was in. I again stood up and flexed and had him
worship all the muscles of my body. This time there was no complaint, just
obedience.

I sat down again and had him kneel in front of me. I said, "With my whole body
being worshipped my boobs are feeling left out." He again had a look of
horror. I said, "remove my bra and worship them." He said, "please. I'm an
engaged man. I love my fiancee. I don't want to be unfaithful to her." I
smiled and said, "what you want doesn't matter one little bit." With that I
put my legs around his neck and began to squeeze. I went from that into a
grapevine. To feel his whole body against mine pathetically struggling but
powerless was really turning me on. I got back in the chair and leaned back.
"Now slave, worship my boobs." He removved my bra and obeyed. He was pretty
good with his tongue. The juices were really flowing now. I started to moan.
"Tell me how you wish your fiancee had boobs like mine" I commanded. I of
course knew that wasn't true. I was only a B cup, his fiancee had to be a D
cup. But he told me what I wanted to hear. I was feeling beautiful and
powerful.

I said, "all this makes me hungry for cock." I couldn't believe what I was
doing. I was never promiscuous. I had only been with a couple of men in my
whole life. But I was like a dog in heat. Meanwhile he again had a look of
horror. He started to cry. He begged me, "please, I really love my fiancee.
Please don't make me do this."

He looked pathetic, and I did feel a little sorry for him. So another
brilliant idea came to me. I had him worship my body some more. Had him
smother my ass in kisses again and worship the boobs again. then I sat down
and said, "I'll make you a deal." He looked at me with suspicion. I said,,
"You can leave right now. I won't make you do that if you don't want to. But,
if you leave now I will overpower you in front of your fiancee. How do you
think she'll feel when she sees her big strong boyfriend begging a little girl
with little girly muscles to let him go." The tears really were flowing in his
eyes now. I said, "I did that to a guy once before. It was two days before his
wedding. I think I broke a rib. He was crying in front of his fiancee and
begging me to stop. She cancelled the wedding." I of course, had made that all
up, but he didn't know that. The tears and fear and desperation filled his
face. I said, "which will it be." I suck you off or you leave, but if you
leave remember what's coming." He was in shock. He didn't look like he could
move. I stood him up and knelt down before him. For the first time in an hour
he was towering over me. I said, "I'll count to ten. By the count of ten
you'll be in my mouth or you'll be gone from here. Like before if I reach ten
and your not gone and I don't have you in my mouth then both things will
happen. One, two, three,,,," He looked desperate. He was definitely crying. He
tried to beg but couldn't get the words out, he knew what the answer would be.
" five, six, seven...." - he pulled his pants and undies down. He was well
endowed. I hungrily took him in. It felt so good to me. I glanced up, he had
tears in his eyes but he had at the same time a look of horniness on his face.
I continued to enjoy the fruits of my muscle, when he put his hand on the back
of my head. I pulled away from him and said, "what do you think you are doing?
I'm in control here, not you" I commanded him to sit down on his hands. He
obeyed. I went back to work, really enjoying my total control over this once
proud man.

After a couple of minutes I stood up and pulled him to his feet. I told him he
was now going to return the favor. He meekly protested saying that he never
did that with his fiancee. It really grossed him out. I told him that his
fiancee would be indebted to me because I was going to teach him how to please
a woman. I grabbed his privates and gave a little squeeze and said, "Do you
want me to squeeze as hard as I can?" He desperately shook his head no. I
asked if he was going to do what I told him to do, he shook his head yes very
quickly. He got down on his knees and went to work. For someone who didn't do
this often he did a great job. My juices were really flowing. I commanded him
to lap up all the juices. I commanded him to go up and down the slit- he
obeyed. I commanded him to circle the clit with his tongue, he again obeyed.
My every command he followed. I of course put my hand on the back of his head
and guided him, after all I was in control. I climaxed all over his face.
Again and again I climaxed. My body tensed, I was filled with an exhileration
I had never experienced before. He didn't dare slow down or stop.

Finally I pulled him away from me and sat him on a little folding chair I had
in the room. I said that he did a good job. I said that I was now going to
screw his brains out. He pleadingly protested, "please no." I laughed. He
said,"if you do that I'll call the police. You'll go to jail. I can't let you
do this." I laughed. I got up and reached for the phone. I came back over and
straddled him. I said, "why don't you call 911? Why don't you tell them how
this little girl with little girly muscles is abusing you. By the time the
police get here I'll be done and you can press charges. Do you think they'll
laugh? Maybe it will get picked up by the news and you can get in the paper as
the 200lbs guy abused by the 135lbs little girl." He looked more hopeless then
ever. I said, "Here I'll dial 911 for you." He begged no, please don't."

He knew there was nothing he could do to stop me. He knew there was nothing he
could do afterwards to make me pay.

I rode his pole like a crazed animal. I had never been that horny in my whole
life. As I looked at him it didn't look like he was enjoying his, "hamburger
helper" very much, but I was loving it.

When I was done I lay on the bed and commanded him to give me a massage. He
obeyed. It felt so good. After a while I again commanded him to kiss my ass.
He said, "Come on, haven't you had enough of all this." I turned around and
told him I was tired of his insolence. In reality I just wanted to goad him so
that I had another reason to man handle him. I loved him being helpless to
stop my abuse of him. I again put him in several painful holds. Then I said,
"now you are going to lick my asshole" The most horror stricken look I'd ever
seen came over his face. He fell to his knees, "I'm sorry, I'll never disobey
again. Please let me kiss your ass. Please don't make me do that" He wept, He
begged. He bowed before me. He worshipped me. My juices were really flowing
again. I threw him on his back. put him in a grapevice and guided him into me
again. I really pounded hard on top of him. His body was powerless against my
thrusts. He wept as I came and came and came. After he shot his load in me I
stood before him and had him eat me out. he obeyed with no objections. I'm
sure he had never before tasted his own cum. I said, "Say yum yum" - he
obeyed.

I said, "I'll tell you what, I'll make you a deal. We'll arm wrestle. If you
win with either arm you don't have to lick my asshole. He said feebly, "I
don't have a chance" as he hung his head in shame. I loved the sound of
hopelessness. I said, "I'll make it sporting. I'll start at a 45 * angle.
You'll start off half way to winning. Even Pee Wee Herman ought to be able to
beat a girl in that position. We arm wrestled with our left arms. I'm left
handed and he's right handed so it was my stronger arm, and I was surprised at
how well I was able to do considering the advantage I gave him. He wasn't able
to budge my arm. It took a few minutes but his arm slowly went upward. When
our arms were straight up and down it became much easier and I finally slammed
his hand to the floor. He looked horrified. I was feeling like a superman. I
said, "If I win with the other arm you'll be licking my asshoole." With the
right arm it didn't go as well. I gave it a good try, but he was able to win.
I said, "You won one and I won one. We'll do this in the future and when I win
both you'll be using your tongue on my asshole" He was looking down, he
couldn't look me in the eye.I said, "For now just kiss my ass" and he of
course obeyed immediately.

I knew that he had to get that presentation ready so I should let him go. I
gave him my latest credit card bill that was over $800. and told him that he
was going to pay it for me. He looked up with shock and was about to say
something, but he caught himself and remained silent. I said, "The answer is,
yes master." He said, "Yes master I'll pay it for you." I layed out the rules
of his slavery. He was going to pay my credit card bill every month. In
addition he was going to come to my apartment at 6:00am every work day and
serve me before work. He had a dazed look on his face, but with every command
all he said was, "Yes master."

I walked him to the door and had him get down on his knees again to kiss my
ass goodbye. I didn't want to let him go, but figured that I better let him
get to work on that presentation. It was hard to let my boy toy leave, but I
was certain that I'd be having a lot more fun with him in the future. He left
a much humbler man then he came in.

That Sunday night I looked up my credit card account and it was paid in full.
I contemplated the next morning and what I would have my slave do. I was
really going to like having my own slave. To be continued