Call Me Miss Rachel ( A Cry For Help)
By Gerbil
A Grown Man takes a job as a caretaker for a female teen


Dear Diana:

I am no longer a man and you are the only one I can turn to for 
advice and assistance.  I would like to relate my story to you and 
anyone that visits your site, hoping that you or someone can help 
me regain some of the self respect I once had, now stripped away 
from me by a fifteen year old girl.  Please help Diana.

Sincerely,   

Jonathan Newman


The Lord works in mysterious ways.  I'm still trying to figure out 
what he or she was trying to teach me on the dreadful day of 
November 13, 1999.  I went to my job, working construction for the 
City. We were building a new ten story municipal building and the 
work as a heavy laborer provided me with a decent income to cover 
all my expenses, plus tuition as I worked toward my Accounting 
degree.  I was out of the Army for 3 years, and wanted to keep my 
hard body in shape as I sought my degree.  

At 26 years old, I was getting started a little late, but was on 
the right track toward reaching my goals.  Then things started to 
"change."  I arrived at the work-site and the foreman, actually a 
stocky, burley Woman named Gail called me over and informed me 
that the "Citizens for Controlled Growth," a civic 
minded group had gone to court and finally succeeded in stopping 
construction.  

I was out of a job.  I weighed my options and couldn't come up 
with anything, so I just dejectedly tossed my hardhat into the cab 
of my pickup and got in to head for home and try and go over my 
bills, and regroup.

I came to the light on Brennan Street and waited in a daze for it 
to change.  It turned green, and I slowly started to move through 
the intersection, when; BAM, a limo plowed into my left front 
side, spinning me around.  After coming to a stop and gathering my 
senses I guess the accident, plus my recent job loss made my blood 
boil over.  I grabbed the handle of the door and leaped out and 
advanced on the limo in a huff verbally attacking the uniformed 
chauffeur.  I had him by the scruff of the neck, bent over 
backwards of the hood of his car, was shaking him and screaming 
profanities, when I felt someone grab hold of my wrist, break my 
hold, and twist my arm behind my back, almost breaking it.  I now 
found myself face down on the hood, and couldn't move a muscle as 
I strained against my powerful assailant.  I struggled, trying to 
budge my arm, but was unable to move it an inch, then was 
completely surprised to learn that my captor was a woman.

Just inches from my ear, I could feel her warm breath as she held 
me firmly and said, "Now young man, I realize you are upset, and 
rightfully so, but I will not have you abuse my employees.  We can 
discuss this as civilized people and straighten it out as adults, 
or we can attack each other as animals and may only the strong 
survive.  What will it be?"

I never felt so helpless in my life, and new that she was offering 
me any real choice.  She was in total control and I was in no 
position to confront her physically.  I was unable to see her as 
my face was mashed to the warm metal of the hood, but I knew she 
had to be some 300-pound amazon freak of nature, to control my 
5'11" 195 frame so easily and fully.

I squirmed in silence for a bit longer, weighing my options, until 
she broke the silence once again.  "Well, what's it going to be?  
Do we talk or settle it with fists?"

I already felt defeated as she held me firmly and almost meekly 
replied, "Talk."

Slowly she released her hold and moved back so I could straighten 
up.  I brought my arm around to try and get the blood circulating 
once again and ease the aching in my muscles, then turned slowly 
to face my tormentress.  My mouth dropped open and my eyes bulged 
as I confronted one the most beautiful women I had ever seen.  We 
were nearly eye level, and her 5'10" contained I guessed about 160 
pounds of curving bronzed female muscle.  Her eyes were a rich 
dark brown almond shaped with some Chinese or other Asian 
ancestory creating a breathtaking exotic appeal.  She wore a 
sleeveless silk dress with a slit at the neck to reveal a sexy 
awareness of slight cleavage and flawless skin.  The silk material 
clung to her body and had a slit at both thighs showing more 
smooth muscle.  I could not believe that a woman with such beauty 
would possess such physical power, and I stared at her in awe.

When she touched my arm and gave me a beautiful smile, I was made 
even more self-conscious.   It was totally evident that this 
confident beautiful woman was used to being in control, and the 
more she exuded her command, the weaker and more helpless I felt.  
I had lost all ability to reason or speak.

She calming touched my arm and asked, "Are you all right?"

I have never been one to be timid, but I looked down, as if 
looking over my body for damage, then almost shyly said, "Yes 
ma'am.  I think I'm fine."

I was once again entranced when I stared into those eyes and 
melted with her full smile.  I had to look down again and felt 
like I owed her an apology.  "I'm sorry that I attacked your 
chauffeur.  It's just been a bad day, and I guess I over reacted."

She touched my arm again and I nearly melted again.  "Nonsense 
young man.  It was totally Justin's fault.  He ran the light, and 
we will repair the damages to your truck. You say your day has 
been bad.  Care to tell me about it?"

Aside from being incredibly strong and beautiful, this woman was 
proving to be amazingly nice, and I was relaxing as I spilled my 
whole story about how I was working toward my degree, and had just 
lost my job.  I learned that this woman was 36 years old, and that 
she owned and operated the Wong Lu schools of self-defense.  Her 
grandfather had been a master of the arts, and when he died, there 
were 26 schools.  Under her control, there were now 156 schools in 
17 states.  According the driver's license she was Tonya Lu 
Morrison, 5'9" and weighed 165 pounds.

After spilling my guts like I had never done to anyone in my life, 
she rubbed my arm almost in a maternal manner and said, "That's 
really a tough break John."
Tell you what... My daughter's caretaker is going back to England 
at the end of the month.  I know you probably don't have much 
experience, but it would mean driving her around, fixing her 
meals, washing her clothes, helping her with her workouts, and 
just looking after her needs.  She's 15 now, so she can be quite a 
handful, but I would see that you were properly compensated.  I 
would guess that you were making maybe $4,000 a month in 
construction.  I'll offering you $4,800 plus use of the guest 
house while you are employed with me."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing.  $4,800 and practically no 
expenses, just to baby sit some little spoiled teenybopper.  This 
woman had to be a godsend.
I smiled and stuck out my hand and said, "It's a deal.  When would 
you like me to start?"

She shook my hand almost painfully and with that same confident, 
beautiful smile asked me if I could start tomorrow.  I told her 
that would be fine and took her business card.  She wrote her home 
number and address on the back, and I told her I would see her 
tomorrow.  I got in my truck and headed home on cloud nine.  I had 
it made on easy street.  Doing those minor chores and carting the 
little daughter around was going to be no sweat.  I did wonder 
what Ms. Morrison meant by helping her daughter with her workouts, 
but I knew I could handle anything, and was on top of the world as 
I whistled and packed for my new home.

I had a restless night of sleep as I looked forward to my new 
duties and extra income.  I was trading the blood sweat and the 
aches and pains of construction to the easy life of a nanny... 
with more bucks.

I found the address and slowly entered the tree-lined lane and 
couldn't believe my eyes at the vastness of the estate.  Beautiful 
thoroughbred horses were grazing in the meadows and after nearly a 
tenth of a mile; the paved road ended in a circular drive with the 
largest mansion I had ever seen.  Great white columns stretched 
across the entrance, with heavy oak double doors flanked by two 
huge brass lights.  Water from a beautiful marble fountain was 
dancing in the center of the circular drive, and I could see 
tennis courts to the left, and an olympic sized pool with diving 
boards to the right.  A crew of maintenance workers were busily 
grooming the trees, grass and flowers, and the place looked 
impeccable.  I had truly died and gone to heaven.

I took in a breath of the beautiful country air, smiled and headed 
to the door to announce my presence.  I was greeted by a serious 
looking man, perhaps in his fifties, dressed in suit pants tie and 
vest.  I introduced myself and then he led me into the sitting 
room off the entrance.

"Mrs. Morrison wished for me to tell you that she had business to 
take care of and would be back this evening.  She has directed us 
to place your belongings in the guesthouse, and told Miss Rachel 
to show you the surroundings and explain further your duties. Miss 
Rachel is in the stables finishing her morning ride and will be 
with you shortly.  Please be seated and wait for her arrival."

With that, he vanished, and I had to smile and whisper in a 
mocking tone, "Please be seated and wait for her arrival...jeez 
what a stuffed shirt!"  I waited for about 10 minutes, admiring 
the stone fireplace, beautiful artwork and the way everything 
glimmered and shined.  I then heard the front door slam and a 
young female voice scream out, 

"Jeffers!"

"Jeffers!  Where the hell are you?"

The same male voice that ushered me in immediately said, "Right 
here Miss Rachel."

"Jeffers, when I call you, I don't expect to call twice."

"Yes Miss."

"Stoney seemed a little gimpy during our morning run, and I want 
you to call the vet and have him checked out.  He seems to be 
favoring his left shank.  Tell Doctor Rogers that he better not 
give you any shit, and that he better be out here by noon, or I 
will have him by the balls. Got it?"

"Yes Miss Rachel, I will handle it."

I had to laugh as I was listening to the tirade of this young teen 
whom I was hired to tame.

"Now where is this new "person" that mother hired for me?"

I rose from the loveseat and headed toward the entrance.  "I'm 
right here Rachel."  I don't think I was prepared at the site of 
Rachel.  She was almost a carbon copy of her mother, but perhaps 
more beautiful if possible, and she an additional youthful fire in 
her which made her look even more exotic and less tamable.  She 
was in her tight riding gear, with riding boots, a crop, and a tan 
silk shirt.  Her auburn hair had been drawn back into a bun, and 
her cheeks were chiseled to perfection.  Even the sweat and grime 
from her ride could not subtract from the beauty of this young fit 
woman of 15.

She moved slowly toward me with her tongue in her cheek and a 
gentle smile.  She didn't say a word as she moved around me, 
looking me over as if I was a piece of cattle.  I was beginning to 
feel awkward as piece of meat being surveyed, and when she grabbed 
my buttocks to test its firmness; I spun around in a fury.  
"Listen you.  I am not one of your little playthings, or yes men 
like Jeffers, and won't stand for your verbal, or physical abuse, 
and you owe me an apology and I want your word that you will never 
do that again."

She looked down at my finger two inches from her nose, then looked 
up into my eyes and calmly said, 

"Finished?"

"Well, yeah. I just wanted to clarify....

Before I could finish my sentence, she grabbed my finger, twisted 
it, and my whole wrist and I was shoved face first into the wall 
as she brought my arm up behind my back.  She kicked my legs out 
to the side, so I was standing spread eagle, and as her one hand 
controlled my arm and held me tightly to the wall, I felt her 
other hand shoot between my legs and grab hold of my dangling 
balls.  I never even saw it coming.  This young teen had her 
mother's incredible strength plus the added speed of youth.  I was 
under this young woman's total control and I dared not move a 
muscle as it felt like she had my life in the palm of her hands.  
I never felt so helpless and the pain was excruciating as she held 
me firmly against the wall and squeezed as she began to speak.

She whispered menacingly in my ear, "You're right, it seems we do 
need to clarify things a bit.  I don't know what my mother told or 
promised you, but as long as you are working here, you are my 
property; all of you."  She gave my aching balls an extra squeeze 
for added effect, then continued.  "You will do as I say, when I 
say it, without questioning.  Is that understood?"

Suddenly I wondered what I had gotten myself into.  I was ready to 
tell her to go fuck herself and get the hell out of there, but I 
felt trapped and helpless to do so.  Not hearing an answer as fast 
as she would have liked, she pulled my arm further up my back, and 
pushed my face further into the wall.

"I couldn't hear your answer."

Here I was, a 26 year old muscular male, ex construction worker, 
probably in the best shape of his life, and I was I was being 
controlled by a 15 year old 5'8" 156 pound girl.  I was mortified, 
humiliated than I had ever been in my life, but as my brained 
screamed out resist and fight, another twist of my balls only 
brought a whimper and "Yes."

"Yes what?"

Another painful squeeze caused tears to form at the corners of my 
eyes.  In a panic, I almost screamed out "Yes, Miss Rachel."

Finally she released her hold on my throbbing sack and arm, and 
said "Good.  Now I want you to get busy and follow me."  She 
headed toward the stairs and I looked at the door and was tempted 
to run as fast as I could, climb in my truck and never look back 
as I sped away.  Something told me that I wouldn't be able to 
escape from this lethal teen and that she played for keeps, so I 
would have to plan my escape some other time, when there was more 
of a chance for success.

I watched her incredible body move up the steps as her muscular 
hips were clearly outlined in her riding gear.  I slowly moved up 
the stairs behind me, not knowing what she could have planned for 
me.  We entered a huge bedroom, with a full bath off to the right.  
She tossed her gear on the bed, then ordered me to place them in 
the closet.  Then she sat down on the bed and instructed me to 
remove her boots and place them in the closet too. I straddled her 
left leg facing her feet, and she placed her right foot on my butt 
for leverage as she pushed.  The left boot came off, and I went 
flying face first with it into the floor, which brought hysterical 
laughter from Miss Rachel.  I was forced to remove the right boot 
in the same manner, then she forced me to remove her socks.

"No, not with your hands; with your teeth."

I screamed, "Forget that shit," and ran as fast as I could toward 
the door.  Before I had gone five steps, she was on me, tackling 
me and sending me once again to the ground, this time with her on 
top.  I was determined to escape this time, having taken enough 
abuse from this teenager.  I rose up on my hands and knees and got 
her in a headlock.  I bulldogged her to the floor and got on top 
of her, but her legs wrapped around me like a python, squishing 
the air from my body and making me forget about my hold on her.  I 
was flat on top of her young body, but was totally helpless, with 
both arms drawn up my back and her legs squeezing until it felt 
like my ribs would crack.  I tried to free myself but there was no 
way I was going to be able to escape her hold.

"I'm glad to see you have a little bit of spunk, and are pretty 
strong for a male, but you need to learn and remember that I am 
much stronger than you are, and I am also your boss.  I don't 
really want to be forced to hurt you, but if you continue to 
question me or my authority, I will have to get rough.  Now are 
you going to listen to me and do the job you were hired to do?"

I knew I had to escape to regain any sense of male pride, but knew 
that this young woman controlled my fate and I had no chance other 
than to follow her orders, so I meekly agreed to her terms.

She released me, then moved back to the bed and stuck out her 
foot.  Slowly I moved toward it, and almost with tears in my eyes 
went to my hands and knees and began to remove the sweaty smelly 
sock with my teeth.  I wanted to scream, but the situation was 
hopeless thinking that I could resist such a powerful young woman.  
I was forced to remove the remaining dirty clothes, and even her 
soiled panties with my teeth, but then she chose to humiliate and 
break me down even further.

Her naked body had to be the the most beautiful vision I had ever 
seen.  Every curve and muscle was flawless in the overall total 
design.  Her breasts were full, without the slightest sag, and her 
abdomen rippled with gentle but hard packed muscle.  She had a 
thick patch of jet-black pubic hair, with a very slight trail 
leading to her navel.  Her thighs and calves bulged and as she 
turned and headed toward the bathroom her muscular buttocks swayed 
invitingly.  She was truly a teenaged vision, but also a 
frightening one.  

At her command, I followed her and was surprised as she sat upon 
the toilet.  "Stand there until I finish, and then I want you to 
wash me, then put out my clothes. Get out of your clothes while I 
take a crap, then get the shower running."

Had I lost all of my sense of dignity.  I found my hands fumbling 
with the buttons on my shirt, removing it, then my pants and even 
underwear.  All the while I was subjected to sounds and smells of 
this young woman urinating and having a bowel movement.  I was 
embarrassed and disgusted, but had learned that I was helpless to 
do anything about it.  I almost shed more tears as she handed me a 
roll of toilet paper.  I begged her not to make me do it, but she 
gave me that stern look and I knew what she had to do.  She leaned 
forward and I had the ultimate disgrace of wiping her bottom and 
vagina clean.  I never thought I would be subjected to such a 
fate.

Satisfied that she was clean enough, she patted my head and told 
me that I was a good boy.  She saw the tears of humiliation and 
defeat in my eyes, and stroked my cheek gently.  She rose from the 
toilet and took me in her strong young arms, and caressed my back 
as I openly cried.  

"There there. It will be okay.  You did a very good job, and you 
will get used to it after a while."

Some change was going through me that I couldn't identify, but I 
began to feel content and safe held firmly in her young strong 
arms.  Part of me wanted to please and work as hard as I could for 
this young Goddess, and part of me was scared to death of her.  I 
once again felt confused and trapped as I prepared the water for 
the shower.

As we both entered, I took great pains to wash away the dirt and 
sweat from her ride. Running my hands over her strong young body 
felt glorious, and I could not hide the erection I received.

After thoroughly washing my teenaged boss from head to toe, she 
looked down and smiled.  "You've done such a good job, I think you 
deserve a bit of a first day bonus.  She moved toward me after 
lathering up her hands and once again took me into her arms.  She 
washed up and down my back with her left hand, and her right hand 
was once again at my crotch.  This time she was bringing 
unbelievable feelings of pleasure instead the pain she previously 
wrought.  As her right hand slowly and sensuously explored my 
balls and cock, I felt her left washing and caressing my buttocks.  
Gentle fingers began to explore my crack, then up and down it, 
slowly entering.  Once again she held me fast and I began to plead 
and beg for her not to hurt me as I felt her fingers exploring the 
opening of my anus.  She merely answered by taking my mouth into 
hers and inserting two fingers into my virgin anus.  Slowly she 
sucked on my captured tongue as I was riding her fingers and 
getting my cock stroked in her firm controlling grip.  She had me 
powerless once again.  She had complete control as she stroked and 
built my desire into a fever pitch.  Finally I could control 
myself no longer and ejaculated all over.  She still controlled my 
tongue in her mouth, and all I could do was let out an animal moan 
of pleasure as she continued to probe my anus with her fingers.  
Her young strong arms were the only things keeping me from passing 
out, and I just let myself go limp as she took control of my body 
and mind.

I've finished my first two weeks of working for the Morrisons', 
and I am still not 100% adjusted to being the property of someone, 
but Miss Rachel is becoming more and more satisfied with my work, 
and it felt pretty good when she told me that she will keep me 
around for a while longer.

That is my plight wise and strong Diana.  My body gets stronger 
by the day because Miss Rachel demands that I work out and stay in 
top condition.  But as my body gets stronger, my mind and will 
become weaker, and I fear I will never be able to escape her 
control for the rest of my life.  Please help Diana.