Amanda Controlling It All
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com



Author's Note: Please let me know if you like 'Amanda' (email address above).
Also let me know if I should incorporate more muscle worship, violence or
domination. Readers comments and suggestions are always appreciated ~ Thanks,
Muscle Fan.

This is the fifth installment in the 'Amanda' series.

"Now comes the hard part," Amanda said after we had briefed her on our
observations of the payroll and accounting personnel who had, unbeknownst to
them, taken part in our 'study'. "Hard part," I asked. "Yes, we have to
maintain our dominance over the employees," Amanda said, "not let them get the
upper hand." I wasn't sure how she was going to do that, but I knew I'd find
out soon enough.

The next day, Rhonda sent an email to all employees that there would be a
companywide meeting in the cafeteria. The meeting was mandatory the email
said.

Once everyone was assembled, Amanda stood on a small platform and addressed
her staff. "Ladies and gentleman, it has come to my attention that some
employees, specifically the male employees, have been engaging in sexist
behavior, that they have belittled female employees and demeaned them. This
behavior will not be tolerated," Amanda said, even though this was not true.

"I'm not going to stand up here and name name's or point fingers, but we know
who you are. In the next few days, a form will be sent to all male employees
requiring them to sign a non-sexual harassment clause to their work
contracts," Amanda said, "The terms of this clause will be quite clear, but I
will tell you that anyone caught violating this rule will be terminated on the
spot, do you understand?" No one said anything, but there was a mass nodding
of heads from the male employees.

"Let me finish by saying," Amanda concluded, "that if you choose not to sign
the non-sexual harassment clause, it will be viewed as a sign that you no
longer wish to work at Biomax. I hope you men choose to sign the agreement.
That is all I have, please, have a good day, thank you."

Everyone got up to leave and there was a low rumble as the employee's talked
among themselves.

"That went well," Rhonda said to Amanda. "We'll see," she said, "We'll see."

The next day, the forms were delivered to each male employee. Basically the
agreement the men were asked to sign gave Amanda sole discretion to fire them
at which time they would forfeit any and all money they had in the company
profit sharing account unless they were fully vested.

By the end of the week, we had all but four forms signed. Brian Baxter was one
and Amanda called him into her office. Rhonda and I were seated at Amanda's
conference table. Brian, now physically fit, entered and Amanda met him just
inside the door.

"Do you know why I wanted to see you, Brian?" Amanda asked. "I suppose it's
because I didn't sign your form," he said. 'Your form', Amanda thought. "And
why would that be, Brian," she asked. "I don't think its right," he said, "It
gives too much power to the women." "Oh, and you don't want women to have
power," Amanda asked. "No, I guess I don't. I'm the man and I need to be in
control," Brian said, "besides, I have seniority."

Amanda smiled at Brian, and said, "Well, then, I'll ask for your employee ID
and ask you to sign your termination papers. I have them here on my layout
table." "What, you can't do that," Brian protested, "I've been here longer
than you. I demand to see Howard Watson." "Please, don't raise your voice,
Brian," Amanda told him, "Howard is no longer in charge and as to you having
seniority, someone else will have that now."

"You bitch!" he screamed, "You won't get away with this." He turned to leave,
but Amanda moved between him and the door. "You didn't sign your termination
papers, Brian," she said calmly, "Rhonda," and Rhonda handed the papers to
Amanda. Brian looked at the papers Amanda held, pushed them out of the way and
said, "And I'm not going to," and tried to sidestep Amanda.

"One last thing, Brian, are you right or left handed?" Amanda asked. "What?"
he asked, "I'm right handed." Amanda quickly grabbed his left hand and crushed
it in her palm. It had happened fast, Brian didn't start to cry until he held
his deformed fingers in front of his face.

"Sign the papers, Brian, while you still have a hand, do I make myself clear?"
Amanda said, "I would love to take my time and play with you, if that's what
you want, but let me tell you, I play rough and you won't like it much." The
man's nose was running and he was sobbing as he walked to the table and signed
his termination papers.

"Here's your paycheck with a severance check," Amanda said as I handed her
Brian's pay envelope. "I suggest you use the severance pay for your hospital
bill," Amanda said tucking the envelope with the checks into his shirt pocket.
As she opened the door to the outer office, a security officer walked the
stunned accountant out of the building.

And so it went with the other three men, although she didn't have to break
anyone else's hand.

That evening, Amanda and Rhonda drove home together, I needed to stay and take
care of some inventory. As they entered the house, Howard came running up to
them in the entryway.

"Mistress," Howard said excitedly, "Brian Baxter is here and he has a gun,
should I call the police?" "No," Amanda said, "I'll talk with him, where is
he?" "I showed him to the study, mistress," Howard said, "I'm sorry I answered
the door, when he saw me he yelled at me and cursed you." "That's all right,
Howard," Amanda said. Rhonda went back out the front door and began making her
way to the back of the house.

'I'll bet that was a shock for Brian,' Amanda thought as she walked to the
study, 'seeing Howard in his g-string and bra,' and Amanda smiled at the
thought as she opened the door to the study.

Seated behind the desk with his back to the French door, Brian sat in Amanda's
chair. "What do you want, Brian," Amanda asked. "I want an explanation," Brian
said, "I came here to see Howard and found that you've turned him into some
sort of housemaid. What have you done?" "Howard is doing what he wants,
Brian," Amanda said, "He has chosen to serve his mistress, that's all." "His
mistress, is that what you are," Brian said, "his mistress? And what about
that black bitch, Rhonda, are you her mistress as well?" "Why don't you turn
around and ask her yourself, Brian," Amanda said.

Brian never got fully turned because as soon as he began to swivel his head,
Rhonda hit him with a brutal right cross. Now Brian lay behind the desk out
cold, face to one side. "Nice hit, Rhonda," Amanda said. "Thank you,
mistress," Rhonda said smiling, "he deserved it for that 'black bitch'
remark." "I'll take him to the gym where we can have a little discussion with
Mr. Baxter about his etiquette, or lack of it," Amanda said.

Amanda put the gun he had been holding in her desk and lifted the man on to
her shoulder and carried him to the gym. She stripped him of his clothes and
as both she and Rhonda were shedding theirs, Brian began to wake up.

"Welcome back, Brian, now, where were we," Amanda said, "oh, yes, you were
wondering if I was the mistress to the 'black bitch'. It's that sort of
thinking that has gotten you fired, Brian. You're not only a sexist, but a
bigot as well." Rhonda stood looking down at Brian who was now lying on the
floor, wrists and ankles firmly tied to pieces of gym equipment. "What are you
going to do to me," Brian asked, now with a bit of panic in his voice.

"First, this 'black bitch' is going to have you eat my pussy," Rhonda said,
"then when I tire of that foul tongue of yours lapping my cum, I'm going to
have a little fun." "Stay away from me," Brian said and began pulling on his
bindings. "That will only cause you more pain," Amanda said, "just lie back
and enjoy yourself."

Rhonda slowly lowered herself to Brian's face and as she got near, he tried to
turn away. Rhonda stopped and held his head in place, then planted her labia
over his nose and mouth. "Get that tongue working, asshole," Rhonda said and
wiggled her beautiful bottom back and forth. She lifted allowing Brian to take
a few short breaths, and then lowered herself once more. This was repeated for
well over twenty minutes. Finally Rhonda stood and told Amanda, "He can't even
service me properly, and look, he's not even erect." It was true; Brian's
penis lay flaccid against his abdomen.

"Maybe he needs to see your muscles," Amanda said. Rhonda looked down at the
man, "Is that what turns you on, little man; you want to see my muscles,"
Rhonda said and she began to flex. First one bicep, then the other, then she
put one foot lightly on Brian's pelvis and prodded his cock with her foot. She
took his penis between her toes and squeezed. "Please, stop, that hurts,"
Brian said. "I could probably rip it off with just my toes," Rhonda said as
she pulled on his manhood.

Amanda walked behind Rhonda and cupped her breasts from behind. "Your muscles
may not make Brian hard, but they sure turn me on, honey," Amanda said and
began kissing the nap of Rhonda's neck. As she did, Amanda ran her hand down
Rhonda's abs to her clit. She fingered her and, minutes later, was rewarded
with a stream that hit Brian on the chest and face.

"Look, Rhonda, he's getting a hard on," Amanda said. Amanda stepped in front
of Rhonda now, straddling Brian. "Stroke me, Rhonda," her mistress said.
Rhonda reached around Amanda now and began stimulating her clit. As the muscle
goddess' she-cock grew, Brian's eyes widened. "Yes, that's right sissy-boy,
I've got a cock that's bigger than yours," and as Amanda said this she brought
her arms pumped in front of her chest, flaring her traps and compressing her
already magnificent abs.

Rhonda continued stroking and Amanda said, "I'm going to come, bitch, and I
want you to lap my sweet come." She was please to see he was hard, although
disappointed that his penis was only slightly larger than Howard's.

Amanda came with a torrent, drenching the man tied to the floor. Amanda
concentrated her stream on his face, and Brian lapped vigorously.

Drained for the time being, Amanda turned and kissed Rhonda a long lingering
kiss. "Thank you, my pet," she said, "And look, little Brian has finally woken
up. Pity he's not that big." And both muscle women laughed.

I walked in just then to find Amanda and Rhonda looking down at Brian Baxter.
"What's going on," I asked. "Brian decided to come by and have a word with
Howard, and well, you can see how that went," Rhonda said. I looked down at
the man and said, "What did you hope to gain by that, Brian?" "I just wanted
my job back. I hoped to appeal to Howard and have him hire me back," he said.
"I told you, I'm in charge now," Amanda said sternly, "If you could get along
and get that small mind of yours, and small dick, to realize that, we wouldn't
have a problem, now would we?" He didn't answer so Amanda pushed his scrotum
to the floor with her toes. "I asked you a question, bitch, answer me!" she
shouted, and crushed his balls. "Yes!" he screamed, "we wouldn't have had a
problem had I known who was in charge." Amanda smiled and took her toes from
Brian's damaged scrotum. She had broken the man.

As a further measure to prove her dominance and to emasculate him, Amanda
said, "John, take your pants off and show Brian what a real man should look
like." I didn't mind, so I quickly shed my clothes. While my penis now hung at
a flaccid eight-inches, it was still greater than Brian's. "That, Brian, is
what a real man should be," Amanda said, "that's what pleases a woman and a
muscle goddess like me." She took my shaft and I immediately began to stiffen.
Just the touch of my mistress was enough to make me fully erect. I looked down
at the man and his eyes were riveted to my erection.

"Alright, Rhonda, untie this pathetic bitch," Amanda said, and Rhonda set
about untying the man. He rubbed his wrists but then his hands immediately
went to his crushed scrotum. He began to moan softly as he cupped his penis
and balls. "Get on your knees, pussy," Amanda said and he did. "Kiss my feet
and be thankful that all I did was crush those balls of yours; you don't need
them, pussy," she said. Sadly I watched as he groveled at my mistress' feet
and kissed them.

His wrist was still injured from this afternoon, and now his balls had been
crushed as well as his spirit by this muscle goddess. I couldn't help but feel
a little sorry for him. I whispered something in Amanda's ear and she smiled
and said, "That's a wonderful idea, John."

"Brian, John has suggested that I allow you to come back to work for Biomax,"
Amanda told the man who was now licking her feet. "Naturally I can't trust you
back in accounting, but you can work for John cleaning the animal cages and
taking care of receiving and deliveries." "Thank you, mistress," he mumbled.

"You're welcome, wimp, now, get dressed, go home and I'll see you at work on
Monday, and if you give me any more trouble, I'll beat the shit out of you, do
you understand," Amanda said. "Yes, mistress, I understand," he said and I
helped him to his feet. "Oh, and Brian," she said as he began to dress, "not a
word of this to your wife and I want you wearing a pair of her panties when
you come to work." "Yes, mistress," he said.

Brian came to work, his wrist having been seen by a doctor that weekend. He
wore a cast on his forearm, but seemed in good spirits otherwise. I was about
to fill him in on his duties for the day when Rhonda came into the 'animal
room'.

"Mistress Amanda asked me to make sure you were wearing a pair of your wife's
panties, Brian, drop those pants and let's have a look," Rhonda said. Brian
managed to get his jeans unbuckled and allowed them to drop to his feet. As
Amanda requested, he had on a pair of satin panties. "Good, Brian," Rhonda
said, "I'll let Mistress Amanda know. She wanted me to tell you that you're to
wear panties from here on out, understand?" "Yeah," he said and Rhonda quickly
grabbed him by his shirt front lifting him off his feet. "Yes, who, Brian?"
she said as she brought him an inch from her face. "Yes, Mistress Rhonda," the
man said quietly. "Good, Brian, very good," she said and sat him down.

Before she left, Rhonda gave me a long passionate kiss, slipping her tongue in
my mouth.

After she left, Brian said, "May I ask you something?" I knew what he was
going to ask, but needed to hear it, so I said, "Sure, go ahead." "Do you like
your life, have you gotten comfortable with the way things are?" he asked. I
didn't answer right away, but then explained, "Yes, I love my life. I'm the
happiest I have ever been. I love Mistress' Amanda and Rhonda's muscles and
they treat me well. They'll treat you well too, you'll see." And I meant it.

Things changed at Biomax. Things changed for the better, or at least in my
opinion as I watched many of the women become dominant in their own right.
Margaret Johnson from payroll and Teri Thomas from human resources would work
out regularly in the company's weight room. Not only were they becoming more
muscular, but also more defined and less inhibited. Whereas before they would
normally wear baggy sweat pants and T's, they now wore tight short shorts and
sports bras.

One particular Friday I went to the gym for a workout. It had been a
particularly stressful day and I needed to loosen up, work my muscles and
maybe relax in the sauna that Amanda had recently had installed.

I was midway through my workout when Margaret and Teri came in. Margaret, who
at 5'-8" was looking amazing, wore a pair of shorts that ended mere inches
above her pubis. She wore a bikini top that barely contained her large but
firm breasts. Teri, at 5'-3", had on spandex shorts and a cut off T-shirt
which ended just below her breasts.

"John," Margaret said, "good to see you," and gave me a hug. "Hi, John," Teri
said, "you're looking good." "Thanks," I said, "you both look fantastic." I
hadn't been expecting anyone and had just been lifting wearing only an old
pair of shorts with no shirt. While my abs are in relatively good shape, the
abs of both Teri and Margaret put mine to shame.

"Mind if we work in with you?" Margaret asked. "Not at all," I said. I had
been doing inclined bench presses and Teri sat down on the bench. I had 350
pounds on the bar, but didn't say anything as she positioned her hands. She
lifted the bar clear of the rack and knocked out a series of ten repetitions.

"Nice," Margaret said as Teri sat the barbell back on the rack. Margaret
untied her top, casting it atop the dumbbell rack against the wall. She sat
and, like Teri, did ten reps. Now it was my turn and I managed to get 7 reps
on my own but slowed my lift on the 8th, repetition. Margaret stood on the
platform to the rear of the rack and said, "Come on John, if Teri and I can do
it, you can too." She helped guide the bar to rest on the rack.

For the next hour, the three of us worked our chest and shoulders together. It
didn't surprise me that the two women were stronger than I was, but they
seemed not to notice. Teri had removed her cutoff T-shirt and I noticed the
beginning of the striated muscle on her upper chest that Amanda had. Certainly
not as defined as my goddess, but given time, Teri would show it.

"I'm going to sit in the sauna for a while," I said. "Mind if we join you,"
Margaret asked. "Not at all," I said and headed in the direction of the locker
room. As we entered, I left my trunks on, but both Margaret and Teri removed
theirs. "Please, John," Teri said, "don't be bashful, take your shorts off." I
looked from one to the other then stood and removed my shorts. "Oh, my,"
Margaret said, "the rumors are true." "What," I said, "what rumors?" "That
you're hung," Teri said and I blushed. "I didn't realize I was the topic of
any office rumors," I said. Teri looked at Margaret, then back at me and said,
"You'd be surprised, I'd love to have you to myself, but I know you belong to
Mistress Amanda."

I could have lied and said that I could do what I wanted, with whom I wanted,
but I knew I would have been punished for it. I could only have Teri or
Margaret if Amanda said I could, but that, I realized, was what I really
wanted. That went with being dominated.

That night, when I got home, I told Amanda and Rhonda about my workout
including Margaret and Teri and our time in the sauna. "And did you want
them," Amanda asked. "I only want what you give me, mistress," I said. Amanda
smiled and said, "That's a politically correct answer, John, but did you
desire them?" "Mistress," I said, "I belong to you and Rhonda. I don't desire
anyone else." "Thank you, John," Amanda said, "but I want you to be happy. I
think it's time to have another company party, except this time, it will be by
invitation only, what do you think, Rhonda?" "I think that's a great idea,
mistress, Brian and Howard can act as waiters and we'll keep it small and
intimate," Rhonda said. "Maria can whip something up," Amanda said, "but you
and I will need to go over the details," she said to Rhonda, "It's time to
introduce the key personnel to the new Biomax."