Lisa By The Collector Lisa teaches Mike a lesson Copyright 1998 The Collector This story is adult in nature and should not be read by anyone under 21. Your comments are welcome to help me improve the content and quality of my writing. Lisa is a bit different from my previous stuff. She can get rather physical at times and…well, you be the judge. Send comments to ChuckSt35@aol.com I heard the familiar “click click” of Lisa’s heels as she walked down the hall. It was Saturday morning and I looked forward to seeing Lisa, as I did every morning. At 5’7” and 125, she walked confidently, someone who knew everyone was looking at her, and reveled in the attention she craved and, from the way she dressed, deserved. I peeked out my door to see her walking towards our offices. Hers was one down from mine and she had to pass mine on the way in. As soon as she saw me, a grin came across her face, as though she knew why I had stepped out. Well, we both did, and we both knew it, but we played the game all the same. I couldn’t help myself…I had no willpower when it came to Lisa and she knew it. And as her boss, she had used it to her advantage every chance she had. Not that I was an unwilling participant. The way she dressed gave her incredible power over me and this morning was no exception. Her blonde mane draped down her nearly bare shoulders to a white dress that clung to her generous curves. As my eyes caught hers, I was amazed that she needed no make up the way other women did. She allowed herself only to paint her full lips a hot pink that looked moist and inviting. As she got closer my eyes shifted to her cleavage that seemed to want to jump out of her dress, my eyes imagining what my hands were unable to do. “Morning, Lisa!” I called. “Good morning. I’m just not awake yet…and I have a hangover. Guess I deserve it.” She replied back, clearly not feeling at the top of her game. As she came close to me, her keys fell from her hand, dropping near her foot. As I bent down to pick them up, my eyes were drawn to her three-inch sandals, as her pretty pink toes seemed to wave at me. In a flash of lust, I bent down and gently kissed her right foot. Before I could get up she asked, “Now what do you think you’re doing?” As I stood up, I surveyed her beautiful calves and the muscular thighs through the slit in her dress. I met her eye to eye and tried to respond, but couldn’t. “I asked you a question.” she demanded. “I…I don’t know why I did that. It just happened”, I said shyly. I felt like the kid who got his hand stuck in the cookie jar. Looking at me coolly, she said, “Well, don’t let it happen again.” I don’t want to have to hurt you.” She walked to her office as I let out a quiet laugh. She quickly turned around and caught me. “What was that for?” she asked. “Well, you said you’d hurt me. I think that’s kind of amusing.” “You won’t think it’s amusing if I have to.” She was dead serious, as she looked me in the eye. “By the way” she said, “Are you going to show me that project you wanted?” “Yea, let me get my coffee, first.” * * * We had been working solid for nearly three hours without a break. The whole time, I was sitting next to her, soaking in her perfume, the fragrance of her hair, watching each movement of her body. She knew it, and no doubt was aware of the impact she was having on me. I stood up to stretch and found a place just over her shoulder. I bent down to watch her work, my face nearly in her hair. It was more than I could bear. I slowly moved her hair and found an inviting place on her neck and began to feast. She didn’t move. “Now what did I tell you earlier?” she asked, unmoving. I mumbled something incoherent as my left hand reached from behind her and grabbed her breast, far more than my hand could handle. “Take your hands off me right now or you’ll get the beating of your life. I’m not playing games with you.” Her voice was icy, much more serious than I thought at the time. “Oh, come on, I’m just having some fun. You should enjoy it, as much as you like all the attention.” “OK, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.” She was still calm, as though she knew what she was doing. In an instant, she raised her left fist, flung it backwards, and caught me square in the face, sending me backward against a wall. My first response was shock…at first unaware of what had hit me. She got up, walked to me and faced me. “I tried to warn you. Now don’t ever do anything like that again.” She brought her right hand up to slap me across the face. I caught it before it got there and held her arm in my hand. And smirked at her. “Wipe that smirk off your face or I’ll do it for you! Why would you think you’re even remotely strong enough to stop me from doing whatever I want to you? I can break you in half and not even break a sweat.” Quicker than I could imagine, she brought her left hand up and slapped me, then backhanded me. “You need to be taught a lesson.” She said, clearly confident of herself. She grabbed the front of my shirt and began to hoist me up the wall…with one hand…and with seemingly no effort. Fear immediately arose in me as I felt adrenaline rush through me. It was inconceivable to me that a woman this sensuous, this beautiful, could possibly be as strong as she appeared to be. “What are you going to do now?” she asked. I was hanging in the air, firmly against the wall, not knowing what to do, and feeling helpless. “How…how’d you get so strong?” I asked out of fear more than anything else. “Please let me down.” “You want down? Oh, I’ll let you down all right.” With that, I felt my whole body move instantly as she quickly threw me against the opposite wall, nearly 14 feet across the room. My feet never touched the ground until I slid down the wall. Her heels were the only sound in the room. That sharp clicking noise once so inviting now instilled fear in me. She reached down and picked me up, cradling my head face up, locked in her right arm. I could barely see her face, as mine was flush to her breast, its softness against me. My arm was around her waist and I was able to reach around and grab her rear, as firm and soft as I had imagined. As soon as I squeezed it, she tightened her grip on my neck. “You’ll pay for that little move, Mikey.” Her voice was soft, calm, and feminine. She clearly knew what she was doing…no anger, just quiet confidence. She dragged me out the door, down the hall, and into the executive conference room and shut the door behind her, then dropped me. “Get up”, she commanded. “What’re you going to do?” I asked. At that moment, I was more afraid of Lisa than I had ever been of anything. I rose and moved away from her. She walked towards me slowly, as though stalking me. “You can’t get away, Mike. You’re not leaving this room until you fight me. You can either fight back or just take a beating. Either way, you’re going to lose. Face me and take it and you won’t get hurt as bad. Run from me and you’ll just get hurt. The more you run, the worse it’ll be.” She came towards me as I kept backing away from her. I made a dash for the door, but she reached it first. With a simple twist of her hand, I heard metal break as the knob broke off in her hand. It was only then that I realized the tremendous strength Lisa possessed, much stronger than I could ever have conceived. Strength that made her all the more irresistible. “Lisa…how-how could you be so strong?” I said backing away. “Oh, does my strength scare you? Now what’re you going to do?” she asked. I just looked at her, speechless, afraid to talk, and afraid not to. “Come over here, Mike.” she called to me. She blushed, her face nearly turning red. Her voice sent chills through me, fear running through me. I thought better of resisting, so I went to her, nearly broken. I stood facing her. Nearly five inches taller, I was beside myself, trembling with fear, not wanting to know what she’d do next. “What’re you afraid of? You want me and yet you’re scared to death, aren’t you? Do you want to see what you have to be afraid of?” I was nearly trembling, wondering what she was going to do. As I looked at her, her beautiful face smiling back at me, she raised her right arm directly in front of my face. Her arm was no bigger than that of any other woman…until she began curling her arm. Immediately, her bicep began to rise from the center of her feminine arm…with each slow move of her arm, her bicep reached upwards, her arm filled out with muscle, a beautiful peak already formed, as a small mountain of feminine flesh, strong and beautiful, kept growing. She looked at it, her eyes concentrating, watching it grow, knowing full well the strength she possessed…as her arm curled further, her fist stopped, and rested on top of her bicep. I felt a rush through me at the sight of her immense power. “Now what do you think?” she asked. She moved her arm to my lips…the quickly drew it back, teasing me. She quickly grabbed my shirt, and slammed me against the wall, not hard enough to seriously hurt me, but hard enough to know that resisting was futile. She grinned and then kissed me hard, her sensuous lips exploring, begging me to keep up. Her right leg moved up my thigh, squeezing, hurting me. Impassioned, I thought Lisa was far stronger than she realized. As quickly as she had moved in, she moved away from me. She slipped out of her shoes, then raised her right leg towards me, to which I immediately flinched. She arched her foot and placed her toes under my chin, pinning me against the wall. I’d have given anything at that moment to kiss those beautiful toes, caress her powerful legs, and have her strong, sensuous, body on the table right then. “Now, let’s see what you’re made of, sweetie. But I think I know the answer already.” She began exerting pressure on me downward. The force of her beautiful leg was driving me to the floor. Hard as I tried, I couldn’t hold myself up. I couldn’t hold her for I felt my legs buckle, her incredible strength irresistible. I collapsed to my knees, still not knowing what would happen next. “Now move close to me.” she commanded. I hesitated only a moment, and then I felt the force of her hand across my face. “I said move close to me. Don’t you know to do what you’re told?” “Y..y..yes. I..I’m sorry.” “Well, you certainly are. You’re afraid of me, aren’t you?” “Y-yes…but…” She cut me off. She turned around, her back now to me, my eyes gazing at her legs. “Unzip my dress”, another command I knew was to be obeyed. I reached up and pulled the zipper down, waiting to see what she would do next. She turned around and began to slip out of her dress, as I watched each gentle move, each muscle, still wondering where her strength came from, but more so wanting to see the body I had craved for so long. As she slid her dress down her body, I was shocked to see her breasts unencumbered by a bra…they were as full and firm as I’d envisioned…she slid it further to reveal a tight, thin waist, below which were pink panties wrapped around her full hips. The dress dropped to her feet. She lifted one foot with the dress on it and held it out to me, knowing full well that I had no option but to do her bidding. She placed her hands on her hips, then looked down at me, as though pondering my fate. “N-now…what’re you going to do?” The fear in my voice was unmistakable, shaking, at what she might do next. She reached down with her right arm, grabbed my shirt, and quickly jerked upward, bringing me to my feet. My mouth shot open without a sound, amazed she could handle me so easily, as though I were a toy. I looked at her, fear in my eyes, unable to move, and yet afraid to even try to fight her for fear of what she might do. She put both hands on my shirt as I watched her arms tense, then pulled them apart, buttons flying off, my shirt torn from my body! “Take off your pants!” She commanded. I slowly began to unbutton, then felt her hand close to me. “If you won’t take them off, I will.” She said. Seeing what she did to my shirt, I move faster, hurriedly unbuttoning, unzipping, and quickly stepping out of them. I looked at her, my eyes asking the question. “Uh huh, these too Mike. But not yet, I’ll take them when I want them. Go lie on the couch.” I felt like a kid being pushed around, with no alternative but to do as she said. I turned around and headed to the couch, with her directly behind me. As I walked, she’d pinch my behind, just hard enough to know she was there, letting a quiet laughter emerge from her, and forcing me to jump every step or so, as if I hadn’t been totally humiliated by now. I lay down on the couch, resigned to what I thought lay ahead. I looked up at her, helpless, vulnerable, now fully aware of her capabilities. Would she go through with the ultimate humiliation, the final embarrassment? She looked down at me, her eyes piercing me, gauging my thoughts, and then she got on the couch, straddling me on her hands and knees. “Have you had enough?” she asked her voice now calmer, softer. “Y-yes, Lisa.” I quivered. “You know what it feels like now don’t you, to have your body treated like something it’s not by someone else?” Her voice remained calm, her mood different. “Yes, but you didn’t have to…” “Yes, I did, or you’d never have stopped trying. Isn’t that right?” “Well, yea, I guess so, Lisa, but….” “Then we understand each other now, don’t we? And there shouldn’t be any doubt in your mind who the boss really is, should there?” “No, I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to…” Her face was moving closer to mine, her blonde hair now dangling in my face, the smell of her perfume overtaking me, her lips moving so close. Her voice was calm, but still I was fearful of what she might do. “You know what this means now don’t you?” She asked, her voice, now a whisper. She moved further towards me, her breasts now on my chest. I was blushing uncontrollably, afraid, yet wanting her all the more. “N-no…I’m not sure.” I said hesitantly, not knowing what she expected. “Well, if I’m the boss now, what do you think that makes you?” Her voice was now sweet, sensuous, almost innocent, though I knew better. I looked up at her, again not knowing what to say, feeling helpless under her powerful body. “Mike, if I’m the boss, that must make you…my little toy…doesn’t it? And I can do whatever I want, can’t I? Her voice took on a new tone, still sweet, yet a vicious smile came across her face. “N-no…that’s not fair…you’re stronger than I am!” I pleaded, as her smile got broader, then I felt her finger snap the elastic on my shorts. “It’s fair if I want it, now isn’t it?” she said I looked up at her, my eyes pleading, yet welcoming her. My arousal overtook my fear, as I said to her “Please…please don’t hurt me Lisa.” As my hands moved up her arms, finding the source of her strength, she looked at me as her body eased on mine and her lips moved to my neck. She softly whispered “Don’t be afraid.” then I felt a gentle wisp in my ear and I felt her strength embrace me.