A modern Amazone 3
by looner11@web.de
A business man loses to a business woman in a fight and becomes her slave


I felt the warmth of her foot on my chest and her weight made it difficult to
breathe. In the audience I saw the face of the Asian girl. She looked down at
me with a mocking smile. Then I saw Miss Keller walking away. With every step
of her I saw the soles of her pretty feet, that just held me down after the
humiliating defeat. Looking up I saw her bottom wiggling from one side to the
other with every step.

When I woke up in the night I realized that it was just a nightmare. But I
also knew that it really happened three weeks ago when I had a wrestling match
with my pretty boss and she made me submit by choking me with her cute bottom
in front of the whole company. Since that day I woke up every night with the
same nightmare. And like every night I had an erected member. I went to the
bathroom and masturbated. Maybe I would be able to sleep some hours after
that.

Since my devastating defeat against Miss Keller she also bossed me around at
work. She seemed to love humiliating me and I often thought of quitting my
job. On the other hand I knew that running away would not solve my problem. So
I tried to fight her at the company whenever I could. I contradicted her as
often as possible and spoke about her with my co-workers. Everybody seemed to
like her so I had now chance to run her down. At the end she held the whip
hand. Finally she was my boss.

When I arrived at the office a secretary told me that Miss Keller wanted to
see me in her office immediately. With a quizzy feeling in my stomach I went
to my boss. She was sitting behind her desk when I entered. "We have to
talk.", she said with a stern voice. "You obviously have some problems with
me. I watched you for the last weeks and your behaviour becomes more and more
unacceptable. You are working against me and I'm not going to accept that any
longer. You should finally accept that I am superior to you and show this in
your behaviour." "What do you mean ?", I asked unsure. She got up and walked
around her desk. Then she sat down on the edge of her desk in front of me. She
wore a short business skirt, black stockings and high heels. Her tight blouse
emphasised her firm breasts. Seeing this beautiful woman in front of me made
me even unsure. "You know exactly what I mean. You work against me and talk
about me behind my back. And in front of me you are only stammering around.
You are such a wimp.", Miss Keller said putting one leg over the other. I
didn't know were to look. Her leg was direct in front of me and she was
dangling with her shoe. When I looked up I realized that she was enjoying my
embarrassment. I wasn't even able to defend myself. "Do you have problems
working for a female boss ? she asked with a sweet voice looking down at me.
"No, of course not.", I answered with a thin voice. "Do you have problems with
the fact that I defeated you at wrestling ?", she kept on at me. "Oh, come on.
We fooled around a bit and you had some luck." I answered not able to stand
her look any longer. Again I looked at her feet and felt my member stiffen. I
knew this was a weak excuse but I simply must say something to defend myself.
"Yes I agree to you. We just fooled around a bit.", she said. I was so
astonished that I looked up into her eyes again. She really agreed to my words
but I also saw the evil smile in her face. She stood up and walked to the
window. I looked at her beautiful bottom which was wiggling from one side to
the other with every step of her. At the window she leaned on the windowsill
with both hands, slipped off her high-heel with her right foot and drove it
slowly up her calf. While I stared at the sole of her foot I felt my throbbing
member. It was full erected now. I knew I wouldn't be able to hide it if I had
to stand up now.

"I really want to now who would win in a real fight.", she said looking out of
the window. Still staring at her soles I was shocked and couldn't say
anything. "You and me in a no-holds-barred fight. This is a chance for you to
show me that you are a man and not the pussy you seemed to be. What do you
think ?", she asked. "I don't now. We can't do a no-holds-bared fight.", I
said. "I knew you would chicken out of it. You are such a pussy.", she
taunted. That was too much for me. I couldn't stand her taunting any longer.
"Ok, let's do it.", I only said. Miss Keller walked to her desk, fetched a
small card and gave it to me. "Tomorrow evening at eight o'clock. Be there on
time." She waited for me to stand up with a knowing smile. She didn't say
anything to the bulge in my pants but her gaze said it all. I hurried up to
leave her office.

I wasn't able to concentrate on my work for the whole day. It was already
after ten o'clock when I finished my work. Still sitting at my desk I stared
at the card Miss Keller gave me. "Eden" was written there in big red letters.
I wondered what it was. I never heard that name. I searched for it with Google
and was very surprised to find that it was a kind of fetish club.

When I was on my way out of the building, I suddenly heard a sharp female
voice. "You are such a loser. I told you to finish the papers today and now
you dare asking me if you can do it tomorrow. I want to see it on my desk
tomorrow in the morning. You can do the work during the night." I saw the
Asian girl through the open door. She stood there hand on hips talking to a
poor co-worker. I remembered her fight against the blond woman. Maybe she was
talking to her. I also remembered her small foot on her beaten opponent. Now
the trout hers of her business suit covered nearly her whole feet. I could
only see the tip of her stiletto high-heels. "I'm going to kill you if I don't
have the papers tomorrow. Remember our last meeting.", she threatened. Then
she turned to leave the room. I hide myself in an empty office. When I looked
out of the office I saw her walking away with swaying hips. She really had a
cute bottom.

I went to the door because I wanted to see the girl who was worn down by the
Asian bitch. When I reached the door I saw that it was Tom. He sat at his desk
with his hands in front of his head. I was shocked and I didn't want him to
see me there. Creeping away I remembered his words: "I wouldn't risk to
compete with her." Did they already have an encounter ? I asked myself what
she meant with their "last meeting".

The next day seemed to be endless but then it was time and I entered the club.
I saw a lot of people dressed in leather and lace. Suddenly a woman came to me
and said: "You must be Marc." I nodded. The girl was dressed in trouthers of
black leather and a tight top. "Follow me.", she said and I followed her into
another room which seemed to be her office. "You are going to fight against
Miss Keller tonight ?", she asked and I nodded again. "Ok. The fights here are
no-holds-bared fights. You can only stop the fight by submission and You fight
for your own risk."

My imagination of beating Miss Keller senseless and giving back all the
humiliation she did to me made me forget all doubts. I signed the contract she
gave me without hesitation. Then the woman showed me the locker-room. I get
dressed and made myself ready for the fight. I was already waiting impatiently
when she returned to pick me up for the fight.

When we stepped out of the locker-room I saw Miss Keller for the first time
that evening. She was already walking to the ring. She looked really gorgeous.
Her hair was made up to a ponytail. Her upper body was only covered by a black
sports bra, so that I could see the brown, tender skin of her shoulders and
her back. On her way through the cheering audience she walked like a model on
the stage. Her short, black pants emphasized her cute bottom while she walked
to the ring with swaying hips. Seeing her cute bottom I immediately thought of
our last match where I ended helpless under her bottom. My confidence failed
in the face of my attractive opponent. I followed her into the ring and than
the fight began.

I attacked at once but my blows were too slow and she avoids them by stepping
back. My third attack was countered by a front kick to my stomach. I didn't
see it coming and it knocked the wind out of me. I was astonished how hard she
kicked. While I was on all fours in front of her I imagined the moment when I
stared at her soles while she stood at the window in her office. How could
this pretty feet cause so much pain ? She walked through the ring doing a
victory pose while I recovered.

When I stood up again the fight went on. Very soon I realized, that I had no
chance against this skilled bitch. She avoids my blows with ease and hit me
again and again. Already after a short time my face was swollen and my ribs
hurt terrible because of her kicks. Although I tried to defend myself she
always found a hole in my defence and again and again her feet contacted my
face and body. I knew I couldn't beat her in the standing position. I must
grab her and bring her down to the ground. When I tried to grab her legs to
bring her down she countered my attack with a knee to my face. Everything went
black and I stumbled back. Another kick made me fall against the ropes and
then I was again lying at her pretty feet. Like before she gave me time to
recover while she walked through the ring like a model. I hated her for
humiliating me like that.

My next try was better. With all my hate and anger I held her leg when she
kicked to my ribs again and managed to bring her down to the ground. I was
between her legs on top of her - first. But very soon she managed to wrap her
legs around my neck and I was lost. She pushed me to the side and applied
pressure. There was no chance to free myself and I couldn't breathe anymore.
But again she didn't end the fight. She let go of my neck and turned me to my
stomach. Then she pressed her knee painful between my shoulder blades and
pulled my right arm back.

I heard a terrible sound from my shoulder. I was sure she would break it and
screamed in agony. Then I begged her to stop. When she finally turned me to my
back and let go of my arm, it fell limb to the ground and my shoulder hurt
terrible. I looked fearfully up to the dominant woman who defeated me. For a
short moment Miss Keller stood over me with her hands on hips. Then she took
hold of my hair and pulled me up to my feet. "Please stop, I ...", before I
could finish my pleading she slammed her knee very hard to my stomach. I went
down again struggling for breath. I was totally beaten. My face was swollen,
my right arm was limb and my ribs hurt terrible. When I was able to breath
again I saw Miss Keller over me with a microphone in her hand. With a smile on
her face she put her foot on my throat and again I had to struggle for air.
Holding the wire in her hand she let the microphone dangle in front of my
face. "What about going on with the fight ?", she suggested with a sweet
voice. "No, please don't hurt me anymore. You win.", I whimpered. I was
shocked when I hurt my pathetic whimpering through the speaker. "I think I
should kick your ass until you know your place in live.", the sexy Victress
said with an arrogant voice. "Please stop hurting me. I accept that you are
superior. I do everything you say but please stop hurting me. "Put your
clothes off.", she demanded. I knew I had do obey. When I was naked she
stepped in front of me. "Spread your legs, loser.", she ordered and again I
obeyed. Totally at her mercy I laid spread eagled at her feet and couldn't
help but adored the victorious woman who stood triumphantly over my battered
body. Meanwhile my member stiffened and like in honour of the dominant woman
it stood erected in front of her. I closed my eyes in humiliation but then I
felt her foot on my member pressing it down to my belly. It felt so good and
although she humiliated me like I was never humiliated before I began enjoying
my arousal.

After a while she pulled me to my feet again at my hair. Then she pushed me
down with my neck against the rope. Pressing my head further down with her
knee on my neck she pulled the second rope over my neck. Now I was trapped
between the ropes. She softly slapped my cheeks while I was forced to face the
audience. When I looked to the side I froze in horror. She was wearing a black
strap-on now. When I tried to free myself I felt her tight grip at my balls.
She didn't squeeze very hard but her grip made sure that she wouldn't accept
resistance. "Put your hands on your back, loser.", she said with a sharp voice
and I followed her order immediately. Still holding my balls she stepped
behind me, spread my legs with two kicks to my calves and stepped close behind
me. Then I felt her penetrating me.

It was not the pain but the humiliation was too much for me. Now I was crying
like a baby. I couldn't help but my body was shivering with tears while I was
still forced to face the audience. The bitch really raped me in front of all
these people and I couldn't do anything against it. When she finally stopped
raping me, and freed my neck, I slipped down to the ground in front of her
feet. Then I felt the warmth of her foot on my neck pressing my head to the
ground. Something has changed. Suddenly there was no hate. I liked the feeling
of her foot on my neck. I felt secure and calmed down. For a short moment I
even forgot the audience. Then she walked to the middle of the ring and
although she just destroyed me physically as well as mental, I adored the
sight of the beautiful woman. "Now, show me where your place is, loser.", she
demanded. Obedient I crawled to her and bowed down my head in front of her
feet. "Show your submission to me by kissing my feet.", she demanded and I
kissed her feet until she turned around and left the ring. I felt very exposed
kneeling alone in the ring in front of the audience so I hurried up to follow
the triumphant woman. Again she walked like a model with swaying hips and I
followed her with my head bowed down in shame. Finally she disappeared in the
ladies locker-room.

I hurried up to take a shower. I just wanted to leave this place. When I felt
the hot water running down my battered body I closed my eyes. In my
imagination I saw the proud woman standing over me with her foot on my chest.
My member stiffened immediately and I couldn't help but took hold of it and
began to masturbate. I was woke up from my sweet dreams by a noise behind me.
When I turned around Miss Keller stood at the door with a superior smile at
her pretty face. She didn't talk but stepped slowly towards me while I backed
away. When my back touched the wall, she stepped in front of me and took hold
of my erected member as if it was the most natural thing of the world. "You
love being dominated, do you ?", she asked softly massaging my balls and
member. I was totally paralyzed and not able to answer. "Answer my question,
loser.", she demanded with a sharp voice squeezing my balls. I screamed in
pain but then I hurried up to answer her: "Yes, Miss Keller.", I said while
she was again massaging my throbbing member. "You should finally accept, that
I am superior to you. I offer you to become my slave. All you have to do is
begging me to take you as my slave in front of the audience in the club. This
will be the last decision you take. After that you are my property.", she
explained with a soft voice. Then she added with a cold voice: "Otherwise you
will leave the club and we never meet again." When she let go of my member I
fell to my knees in front of her. "Please let me be your slave.", I begged.
"You will beg me outside in the club.", she said walking away. I could still
hear her giggling when she left the shower room.

When I left the locker-room I was sure that my decision was right. I couldn't
imagine never seeing this woman again and I would do everything to be next to
her. I realized that everyone was watching at me when I walked through the
club. I found Miss Keller sitting at a bar. The bar was placed on a platform.
She wore a leather skirt and a white blouse. She was in bare feet and her
stiletto sandals were lying under her barstool. On the barstool next to her
sat the Asian girl and was talking to her. I was not very pleased to see her
here. I didn't like the arrogant bitch and especially not after the incident
with Tom. I didn't want her to see my humiliation but I had no choice. When I
stepped on the stair to the platform I heard a sharp voice: "Stop. Put of your
shirt first, then go down on your knees and crawl to me.", The humiliation
ceremony had begun. Crawling to Miss Keller I heard the giggling of the two
women. When I reached her barstool I begged her to take me as her slave. "Do
you agree to do everything I demand. You will be my property without any
rights.", she said. "Yes, I agree.", I said and I really meant it. "Then kiss
my feet, slave.", she demanded and I followed her order. Her bare feet stood
on a crosspiece of the barstool. I bowed down my head and planted tender
kisses to the side of her foot. First it was a strange feeling kneeling in
front of a woman and kissing her feet but when my lips touched the tender skin
of her foot I forget everything around me. I really loved kissing her feet.
After a while I bowed down my head under her feet because I wanted to kiss her
pretty soles. Even the thought of kissing her beautiful soles made me crazy,
but when I looked up while I was kissing her soles I froze for a moment. While
I kissed her feet my mistress was passionately kissing the Asian girl. I
couldn't believe what I saw. Finally a soft kick to my face made me go on.
After a while another soft kick to my face made me stop and look up again.
"Put my shoes on, slave.", she demanded. Then the two beautiful women walked
arm in arm towards the door and I followed them with my head bowed down.