The
Secretary
I had finally gotten a position that allowed me to hire my own
secretary. I
was so excited, and I was determined to be very careful and
painstaking
about whom I hired. I had interviewed about two dozen
applicants and
had the list narrowed down to several possible candidates
when Sally showed
up for her interview. When she walked into my office I
was hooked on
her. She was pretty; but, more than that she had an air of
confidence about
her. Physically she was about 6' tall, being dressed in
a pant suit
I couldn't tell much about her figure, except that it was
definitely all
woman.
The interview began as most of them do with questions about typing
& short
hand skills; she was among the top there; previous jobs, etc.. I
asked Sally
what her hobbies were and she said, "I like anything athletic.
I keep in shape
all the time. I also like to read and I love photography."
We talked for
a while longer and I ended the interview by saying that I was
going to see
three more applicants the following day and then I would make
a decision.
Sally thanked me for my time and said, "If you decide to hire
me, I can guarantee
you that you won't be sorry. I hope that you will think
about this as
well as my secretarial skills, I'm 6' tall and I'm in great
shape so I can
be a real asset as a bodyguard as well; think about it."
I did. All night long.
I interviewed the three the next day, but Sally was my point of
comparison,
and all the other applicants came up short. I called Sally
to tell her.
She sounded excited and asked me to come on over to her
place for a
celebration/get to know each other better dinner. I felt that
it would be
a good chance to be informal and get our working relationship
off on the right
foot. I went over and Sally had prepared a wonderful
roast with all
the trimmings. After dinner we went into the family room
and began to
talk.
After a short time Sally asked me, "Now, tell the truth, Tim.
What made you
choose me over the other women?"
I decided to be honest with her, and I told her that I had always
liked athletic
women, and that I hoped in time we could develop a working
relationship
as well as a competitive one; however, we would have to keep
in mind who
the boss was.
Sally began to smile and said, "That sounds great, why don't we
start right
now with a wrestling match to see who will be "boss" for the
night.
I'll go change while you take off your coat and stuff." She
jumped up and
off she went. I took off my shirt and stuff and Sally
came back in
a robe. She made a big deal of walking up close to me and
looking down
into my up turned face. She was 6'3" with her heels on and
I was definitely
intimidated; just the reaction she wanted. She said, "Now,
let's get this
clear first. I want you to try your hardest. I know you
won't beat me,
but try anyway, and this session tonight will be the first
of many.
Are you ready to see what you're up against?"
I had only seen Sally in a pant suit up to this point; when she
untied her robe
she let it fall open and then drop to the floor. My breath
caught as I
looked at her in the two piece bathing suit.
"Not a bad bod, huh, boss? Want some figures? Biceps - 16 1/2",
chest - 40C,
waist - 28, hips - 36, thighs - 28, and calves - 16 1/2.
Would you like
to feel my arms?"
With that, she lifted both arms up and her arm muscles exploded.
They were hard
as stone, and I knew I was totally out classed.
Sally wrapped her arms around my neck, squeezed suddenly and I
immediately
began to submit. She let go and with a laugh said, "Wow,
this is really
going to be fun. I don't think you're going to last very
long if that
little squeeze was too much for you. I think I'll put you
out cold with
my arms first and then we'll move on to the real power,
my legs."
Sally backed
away from me, then motioned me over with a crooked finger.
I hesitated
and she really laughed and repeated the motion. I was
hesitant as
I approached her; before I knew what happened she stepped
forward and
put me into a bear hug. Her arms began to crush me like a
Boa Constrictor
and I was getting light headed as I begged for her to
stop.
Before I went out she dropped me and I fell in a heap at her feet.
Sally lifted
me back up by my hair and then she gently placed my hand on
her arm as she
flexed her bicep. Without a word she put me into another
headlock and
squeezed me until I passed out.
I came to with her straddling me looking down at my spent body;
she had a beautiful
smile on her face as she put her leg on my chest and
did a double
bicep pose. Then she said, "Well, boss, I guess you know
now you don't
what it takes to compete with me. You think my arms are
strong, wait
till you feel these long legs work on you. Reach up here
and feel this
calf muscle." I reached up and ran my hand across her
solid leg; I
could see and feel the diamond shape of her beautiful, and
well defined
calf. "Now feel my thigh. You'll need both hands for these
babies.
I think I'll knock you out first with a standing neck scissors
using my calves,
then finish you off with my thighs. By the time I'm
through with
you tonight, you'll be so addle brained that you'll have
trouble remembering
your name; but, I'll bet you will do whatever I tell
you to do without
thinking about it."
I reached up and put both hands on her thigh as she flexed. The
muscles were
hard as stone and I knew that I was not even close to her
class in strength.
Sally reached down and controlled my head as she placed
my neck between
her calves. She counted to three and then slowly raised up
on her toes
and with one sudden tensing of her legs she had me begging for
mercy.
"You give? You give what? You can't have had enough already;
I'm
not squeezing
that hard am I?"
Sally was laughing as I thrashed around moaning and hitting on her
legs to try
and ease the pain. "I'm not through with this hold yet, little
man; I want
to watch your face as I increase and decrease the pressure.
Wonder what
colors I can make your face turn? It's sort of pink now; lets
increase the
pressure some. Look, it's turning red. Are you choking?
Now
a little more
pressure. Wow, your face is turning white; I must be cutting
off the blood
supply to your brain. Guess what happens now? Yep, I'm gonna
knock you out!"
And she did. I came to about five minutes later and Sally
was standing
over my body slapping my head from side to side with her foot
trying to "wake
me." As I did she leaned over, I thought her boobs were
going to fall
out onto my face, and said, "That was only round one of the
calf treatment.
Here comes round two."
Sally stepped up to my head and once again raised my neck up to her
calves. She
stood up on her toes and flexed her legs and I was out again.
This time when
I came to she repeated the same thing. After regaining
consciousness
this time Sally raised me to my feet and then caught me in a
bear hug. I
thought she was going to put me out again with the incredible
strength of
her arms; but just before I went out she released me. She had
to hold me up
as she crossed her arms around my waist and lifted me up,
swinging my
legs up in the air above her head. Then she swung my head
toward her thighs.
She flexed them as my head hit against them. She
repeated this
several times; then she opened her legs and slammed my head
between her
thighs. "Ok, wimpy, now for some real power. I'm going to
knock you out
with my thighs several times before I end the evening session."
Crush went the
thighs, and I went out again. I came to still being held
upside down.
Crush went the thighs, and I went out again. She did this
about four times.
When I came around Sally came over to me and said, "If you don't
want me to work
you over anymore tonight, then I want you to give me a
pay raise."
I readily agreed. Then she said, "I also want you to strip
down to your
birthday suit and put on a 'muscle show' with your weak
little male
muscles." As I posed for her she would feel my muscle, then
feel her muscle
and laugh at me for being so weak. At about 11 PM, Sally
said, "Go home
and get some rest boss. Tomorrow we'll work on our office
routine."
The next day at the office Sally came in and shut my office door.
"How's your
head feel this morning boss?" Then she walked over to my chair,
put her foot
in between my legs, flexed her calf muscle and gently placed
my hand on it.
Immediately my mind went reeling, my breath caught and I
was trembling.
"Very good, little one, you do remember what these babies
did to you,
don't you? Don't worry, I won't make you give me a raise every
day; but I am
going to knock you out at least once each day. I won't tell
you how or when
until it's time. There's one thing. I want you to hire
me a secretary.
He'll do the secretarial stuff for both of us and I can
devote my full
time to bodyguard work and the physical things. I'll come
and go as I
please." To emphasize this, Sally placed my hand on her bicep
and flexed.
"Are there any objections?" I said of course not. Then Sally
grabbed a handful
of hair, walked me out to the center of my office and
slammed my face
into her boobs as her strong arms squeezed my head like a
grape.
I went under the black sea of unconsciousness.
When I came to there was a note from Sally that said, "Strip and
wait for me.
If you don't, you'll be sorry when I get back." I did not
sit in my chair
naked waiting for her to return. I thought enough of this;
what if someone
were to come in and see me like this.
When Sally returned she came into the office and when she saw that
I was still
dressed a big smile crossed her face. She closed and locked my
door and began
to remove her clothes. My attempts to stop her from doing
this were to
no avail. Sally obviously expected this to happen as she was
wearing a very
skimpy bikini. "I knew you would still offer some resistance
to that note.
But, after this training session, you'll do what I tell you
to do.
Just look at these muscles and think about what I could have done
to you last
night. Today, we're gonna go into the advanced course."
She walked over to me and lifted me out of my chair by my tie. Then
she began to
take off my coat; I tried to resist her until she put me into a
headlock and
crushed my neck until I began to see stars. Sally let up and
ordered me to
strip. This time I complied. As I stood before her naked she
walked up to
me and began to rub her body over mine. I responded. Then she
grabbed my manhood
in her hand and slowly began to squeeze. Just as I began
to complain,
she gave one solid crush and I couldn't talk. The pressure
continued and
I could taste the bile in my throat. I was crying in pain
as Sally began
to taunt me with, "I can crush an apple to pulp with my
hands; feel
this arm or I'll do the same thing to you. I'm going to turn
you into a jerk
off man. When you come to, the only way to relieve the
pain will be
to masturbate and I want to watch you do it."
Sally took me to the edge of passing out several times, and lifted
my ass up off
the floor by pulling up on my dick before she finally squeezed
me so hard that
I passed out from the pain. She was laughing at me the whole
time she tortured
me. When I came to, Sally walked over and straddled my
totally spent
body and said, "Now, peewee, when I tell you to do something
do you think
you can obey me? If not, we'll do this as often as it takes
to make a believer
out of you. I'm gonna work you over every day anyway;
but, the amount
of pain you suffer will depend upon how quickly and
efficiently
you obey my commands. Now unless you want to wrestle with
me some more,
I want to see you play with your little wennie. You won't
be much good
at anything but some tongue action for awhile. I've made you
a 'jerk off
man' just as I told you I would. Now, pound that pud!"
And I did. In fact I had to masturbate several times; Sally had
told me to call
her each time so she could watch the result of her handy
work.
As I would beat off she would sit and flex her arm or leg muscles
and feel them;
laughing at how she had so easily reduced me to a scared
little boy.
After I cum, she would let me feel and kiss her pumped up
muscles.
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