Femdom stories

The Promotion female wins promotion

  Corporate promotion competition goes to the female career woman after she uses cruel means to win

   Read only if you are considered an adult in your country and  do not mind reading sometimes violent erotica

Donna summoned me to her office with one word over the intercom; "Come."

It was still a good half hour before quitting time and I had hoped that she would wait until the place had emptied out before she called me, but no such luck. I knew better then to keep her waiting. If I did, she would come and collect me, and I didn't want to be humiliated in front of my secretary or any other co-workers who might be near by. As I stood up and straitened my tie I wondered just how far she would be willing to go in front of the other employees that worked for the company.

My knees felt weak and my heart was pounding inside my chest like a jackhammer as I stood in Donna's outer office and asked her secretary to announce me. She just gave me a cold smile and waved me on. As I passed by her I heard her say, "She's expecting you, Wesley."

I momentarily lost my step at that remark. "How much did she know?" I thought desperately. No secretary had ever dared call me by my first name before. With an effort I put that thought aside, I had much bigger problems facing me on the other side of the door.

Donna was sitting at her desk, leaning back with her feet on the desk top. why hadn't I ever noticed those long muscular, killer legs before? She was on the phone and didn't even look up as I entered. As she talked her eyes jumped from the computer monitor on her desk and a report that sat in front of her.

I cleared my throat and she looked up at me briefly, her look of annoyance chilling me to the bone. Then back she went to her conversation. I stood there meekly, not daring to interrupt.

Finally she ended the conversation and hung up the phone. She swung her legs back under her desk and sat up straight. She regarded me for a long time, her dark eye's slowly moving up and down my body. I could feel the sweat trickling down my back as I forced myself to not clear my thought.

"I've decided it's to be tonight," she said coldly. I closed my eyes for a second hoping that when I opened them again I wouldn't see that inflexible will manifested in Donna's eyes.

"Be here at eight o'clock sharp," she ordered then waited to see if I made any protest. After a momentary pause she went on, "I want you in here right after everyone else has gone home. Do you understand?"

"Yes," I said, feeling light headed.

She gave me a cold smile then leaned back in her chair once more, picking up the phone she hit the speed dial and started talking almost immediately. I was dismissed. I knew I should just go but I found I couldn't get my legs to move. I felt I had to say something, I had to do something, anything to alter the situation I found myself in. When I didn't leave immediately she covered the receiver with her hand for a second and said, "That will be all, Wes," without looking up.

I went unsteadily back to my office. It was impossible to do anymore work, so I just sat there at my desk, thinking about and dreading the approaching appointment. It was almost a relief when everyone left for the day. I poured myself a drink and waited for eight o'clock, wondering how I had gotten myself into this mess.

Donna and I were exactly the same age, twenty-eight. We had started working together at the same company four years ago, within weeks of each other, and we had each made our way up the hierarchy in tandem. It had been a fairly friendly competition and, until recently, an even one. The company was big enough for the two of us to move up, and we occupied more or less equivalent, middle-management positions but never really interacted all that much. Up until this point, we had always gotten along moderately well.

But that changed completely when we were both being considered for a promotion to the same job. This time only one of us could win and the competition between us was fierce. In fact, it was more then fierce, at times it became downright brutal. It seemed we spent all our time tying to one up each other. We would fight in meetings, each of us trying to score points off the other. Each of us would do anything to undercut the other in our superiors' eyes, even cutting each other down in front of associates.

One evening while working late, I went to her office to get a financial report that I needed. I didn't want to get into an argument. But that's what happened. And it got very ugly, very fast. She said some things, I said some things, and then she called me a sexist pig. I had never thought of myself that way, but now that she made the accusation, I guess I realized that I did feel some resentment about having to compete with a woman for a promotion, and I said so.

That made her even angrier. "Climbing the corporate ladder in high heels is hard enough without having to deal with this kind of shit," she said. "I can do anything you can do. At least as well and probably better. But as many times as I've proven it, I have to keep on proving it again and again."

The argument worsened. She got out or her chair and came around her desk to confront me. I was furious and called her a bitch. She demanded that I apologize. I just laughed in her face and refused. I realized I'd gone to far when I saw her face turned a deep shade of red and her mouth contorted into a vicious snarl.

She moved so quickly, I'm still not exactly sure how she did it. All I know is that I suddenly found myself bent over her desk, on my stomach, with my feet all the way off the ground. She had my arm twisted behind my back. Her other hand was pressing on the back of my head, forcing my face down into the hard desktop. It was useless to try to escape. When I moved she simply tightened the pressure on my arm.

Dying of embarrassment, I demanded that she release me. She said she wouldn't until I apologized for calling her a bitch. I had to say I was sorry, and then she let me up.

She was still standing right in front of me, blocking my way out of her office, forcing me back against her desk. She grinned as she enjoyed my distraught expression. "The next time I have to put you over that desk," she said, "I'll take your pants down and spank you like the weak little boy you are. Is that clear?"

I couldn't bring myself to look her in the eye, but I found I couldn't let myself just give in to her. "Damn you," I muttered as I rubbed my sore wrist, and the next thing I knew I was lying on my back on the floor. In one smooth motion she got on top of me, took hold of my wrists and pinned my arms down, while simultaneously forcing my legs apart with her own. My feet were in the air, so I could get no leverage to throw her off.

Even as I struggled I was amazed at how much heavier she was then I ever would have believed. "What's she made of anyway?" I thought as I tried in vain to unseat her. Her full breasts pressed into my chest and her skirt rode up almost to her waist as she grinned down at me, savouring my pained expression. I kept squirming, trying desperately to free myself, but my position was hopeless.

The most humiliating part of it all was that I knew she could feel my enormous erection pressing against her feminine mound. "It excites you to be pinned down like this, doesn't it?" she said, taunting me. I tried to struggle, but all I could do was writhe helplessly underneath her.

"Doesn't it?" she repeated squeezing my wrests painfully.

I tried to keep my mouth shut but it became impossible because of the inhuman pain she was inflecting on trapped body. Finally, she made me admit it. "Alright. It excites me, damn it. Now will you let me up?" I hissed through clenched teeth.

Her smile grow broader as she watched my pained expression. "Too bad we can't settle this promotion with a wrestling match, huh?" she said. "We could get all the employees together and they could watch me put you in your place. Have you ever been overpowered by a woman before? Ever been spanked by Mommy perhaps? Come on, tell me how it feels!"

I couldn't stand any more of her taunting, and I began to struggle again, desperate to escape. That was a terrible mistake. She pressed herself even harder against me. I could almost feel her cunt lips wrapping themselves around the shaft of my prick. It felt like her pussy was dominating my cock just the way she was dominating my body.

"No," I gasped, when I realized what was about to happen. But it was too late. Suddenly I creamed in my pants. Donna burst out laughing and let me up. She looked down at the stain on the front of my trousers and grinned.

I pulled myself to my feet wanting only to get out of there, but she continued to block my exit. She stood in front of the doorway, blocking it with her arm like some kind of high school bully and then told me that she would call for me soon, and if I knew what was good for me I'd better come running. Then with deliberate casualness she moved aside...and suddenly swatted my butt with the flat of her hand as I passed her, eliciting a yelp of pain from me.

Now, she had called.

I looked at my watch and saw that it was about five to eight. I got up and headed to her office, determined to refuse to submit to whatever she had in mind for me. Okay, she was amazingly strong for a woman, but this time I was ready for her. I would not be taken by surprise, and I would never let myself be subdued by her again.

That resolution lasted all of two minutes, which was about how long it took her to get me naked and bring me to my knees. This time I didn't even fight back. When she walked in, and she stood nearly fully unclothed in front of me, just the sight of her in full near-naked splendour sapped any will I might have had to resist. Her dress was thrown over a chair and all she was wearing was a set of panties that were little more than a G-string and a pair of red high heels that were the most wicked I had ever seen.

But it was her body that took my breath away. She had the most eye-popping physique I had ever seen. Long muscular legs stretched up to a waist that looked like it was steel plated with muscle. Her buffed up pectorals made her breasts stand out high, literally defying gravity. Her shoulders were so big that I suddenly realized that she didn't even have to wear pads in her suit jacket's. Something I had never even suspected. Her arms were thickly muscled as well, easily the match of any competing bodybuilder, I'd say. How had she been able to hide a body like that all this time?

As if reading my thoughts she smiled and said, "Surprised? It's the reason I've always worn long sleeved blouses and sensible skirts to the office. It's tough enough being taken seriously as an executive when you're a woman, without having to live with the label of being a muscle freak."

When she ordered me out of my clothes I stripped without hesitation, and when she snapped her fingers and pointed at the floor I sank to my knees without even giving a thought to challenging her. She was so dominant, so powerful and so beautiful that I knew that if I tried to fight her, to resist her in anyway, she would handle me with ease, overwhelming me in seconds. Instead I surrendered without a struggle, without even a murmur of protest.

At her command, I kissed her feet. I begged for her forgiveness for having insulted her at our meeting the previous day. I crawled and grovelled. I pleaded for permission to remove her stockings with my teeth. I thanked her when she let me off her. She let me work my tongue under her G-string to taste her pussy, and when she took off her panties and sat on her office couch, opening her now-naked legs wide, I rubbed my face in her cunt until I was drenched in her juices.

She would not let me make her come. I ate her pussy until my lips felt like they had been rubbed raw, but even time my mouth brought her to the brink of orgasm, she pushed me away, putting the sole of her foot against my face and shoving it me onto my back. Then I had to beg her to allow me to eat her out again.

She made me lie face up in her lap and suck on her firm breasts. She warned me again not to come, saying that if I did she would spread it all over my nipples and make me suck it off of her. Demonstrating her superior strength once more, she suddenly grabbed me and lifted me up off the floor, maneuvering me onto her lap like I was a stuffed doll. She then proceeded to spank me, and after turning my posterior crimson red, she made me kneel again and lick her clit to thank her for the punishment I so richly deserved.

Finally, I could stand it no longer. I begged and pleaded with her to let me bring her to orgasm with my mouth, to let my tongue pay tribute to the woman that had conquered me. She considered for what seemed like an eternity, sipping wine from a glass that she had near by as I continued kneeling at her feet, as I drank in the sight of her powerful body. Finally, she relented and spread her legs wide, signifying her permission to me. Before she could change her mind I practically leapt upon, plastering my mouth to her pussy. Indeed, this time she didn't stop me, and I ate her avidly, swallowing her juices and penetrating her with my tongue. I wanted more but I had done my job too well. She began to spasm, filling my mouth with her sex, encircling me head her long, muscular legs, ravishing my lips and tongue.

When she was done, she touched my shoulder with her pump covered foot again, and I rolled gratefully onto my back. I looked up at her heaving breasts, her sweat covered muscles and her wet pussy and did what I had not given permission to do: I came. Without even being touched. My cock spurted and spurted, covering me chest and stomach with my own sticky emission.

She didn't make me eat it, but she scolded me severely for having disobeyed her. She said I would have to return the next day to atone for my transgression. I swore that I would do anything she said, and the next time she calls me, I will crawl to her on my hands and knees and grovel at her feet before she even asks me to. I belong to her now and it is my privilege to serve her.