INSUBORDINATION
by kiwi

I was to relieve my boss who disappeared on stress leave the day before. I had noticed changes in him and although I was concerned, I also saw this as an opportunity for me to pave the way for my promotion to branch manager.

I returned to the branch from my briefing at the head office. One of the vice presidents and the strategy manager discussed business with me. One thing kept bothering me. The strategy manager brought up a staffing issue, a typist called Maya. I knew the woman he was talking about. Although she just worked as one of the typists, she acted as if she was in charge. I often noticed that relations between her and her supervisor were strained. The supervising typist tried to complain about her to me once, but I referred her to the proper chain of command, the branch manager. By the sounds of it she had tried to complain to the strategy manager as well. When he brought it up though, the vice president stopped him quite abruptly, and then changed the subject. This surprised me. I was aware of some of the problems that Maya was causing at the branch. She was often rude and seemed to do what she wanted. Her typing was below par, and her work ethic seemed to be lacking. There was also a rumour that someone accidently opened her payslip, and noticed that her salary was nearly twice as much as that of the supervising typist. I was going to get to know her better, I knew, as she also did al the branch manager’s typing, again a role usually reserved for the supervising typist.

A short time later I walked into the typist’s office, where Maya worked with two other typists. The other two were working hard, while Maya was on the phone, engaged in what sounded like a personal call. I had dropped in some tapes for her to type up that morning before I left for the head office. I stood by her desk witing for her to hang up, but she didn’t seem in a hurry to finish her conversation. I checked her out while I waited.

Maya would have to be in her fifties. At least mid fifties. She was a big Teutonic battleship of a woman. I am slightly below average height and build, and in flat heels she was at least four inches taller than me, with a big straight body and a hard face. She always walked around with nearly militairy bearing, as if she owned the place. Because of her huge bust and big shoulders, she could physically be quite overbearing when she stood near you. She had a habit of getting right in peoples faces when she was having one of her many disputes, and for some reason she kept getting away with it.

She completely ignored me as she continued her conversation, so I decided to confront this issue straight on at the first opportunity. I asked her to finish her conversation in a voice loud enough for the person of the other end of the conversation to be able to hear as well. Maya stopped talking and looked up at me with an icy stare. The other two typists sped up their typing and it was obvious they wanted nothing to do with this. Maya then told who ever that she would call her back later.

Before she could say anything else I asked her for my typing. Maya continued her death stare and told me she had not gotten around to it yet. I could see my tapes still on her desk where I had left them. "When were you planning to do them", I asked. "When I get around to it", she answered. "And how long might that be" I asked sarcastically. "How long is a piece of string", she said, slowly standing up. I couldn’t believe this woman. "Please follow me to my office", I said. I decided I might as well have it out with her right now. I also felt slightly on the backfoot with her towering over me in her small office.

I started walking to my office when I noticed that she was not in a hurry to follow. I fact she turned off towards the ladies locker room. "Where are you going now", I asked. "I’ll be in you office in a minute", she answered, then completely ignoring me. I suppose their was nothing else I could do but wait.

The minute turned out to be about fifteen minutes. She walked into my office and closed the door behind her. I wondered whether she had been out, because she was wearing her long leather coat. She didn’t say anything, just looked at me sitting behind my desk. I told her to take a seat. "No thanks, I sit all day", she said, as she turned to the window and looked out at the building opposite, and then adjusted the vertical blinds, opening them up.

"I want to talk to you about your attitude, towards other staff", I said, "and towards me". "My my...acting branch manager one morning, and already you are taking care of business, decided to take on the Maya problem have you" she said sarcastically, as she moved closer to my desk, literally looking down her nose at me. "It is exactly this kind of insubordination that I am talking about, Maya", I said, "you have to learn to show respect where it is due".

"Insubordination, INSUBORDINATION". A faint smile appeared on her lips. "I don’t learn, Mr Branch manager,...I TEACH". And with that she moved around my desk so fast she caught me completely by surprise. She grabbed a handfull of crotch in one hand and pushed Her other hand over my mouth, tilting my chair back as She did so. She then rolled my chair with me still in it closer to the full length window, in front of where She had opened the blinds. She did all this with surprising strength and agility. I was completely helpless, tilted back nearly horizontal in my chair, my head being held firmly in the chair’s head rest with Her hand leaning on my mouth.

She then started squeezing my testicles. I could feel Her long nails digging in through the facric of my trousers. The pain was intense and I felt sick.I tried to scream, but She weighed my mouth shut with Her other hand. I started trying to wrestle Her hand off my crotch with my hands, then the hand holding my mouth, but She seemed to have no trouble holding me in place. "Lets talk about respect, you pis ant, lets talk about learning. Lets talk about who controls the situations",She hissed at me.

She suddenly let go of my balls, then, still with Her other hand on my mouth, made a fist and punched me in the groin. I thought I was going to be sick as an explosion of pain rose up my stomach. She leaned down on my face with Her hand and simutaneously lifted the seat with Her other, throwing the chair and I to the ground. I curled up in a foetal position, holding my groin with both hands.

"Look at me", She ordered. I didn’t look up and suddnly felt a blinding pain when She kicked me hard up my anus. I let out a loud sob. "LOOK AT YOUR NEW OWNER, NOW", raising Her voice sharply. I looked up, saw Her feet, realised She must have changed Her shoes while I was waiting for Her, because She was now wearing lace up leather boots.

She had the same smile on her face, as she opened Her leather coat. She had gotten changed in the time She went to the locker room. What the hell was going on. She was breathing deep from the exertion of beating me up. Underneath the coat, which She shrugged off and threw on a chair, She was wearing a zip up black leather dress. It was tight, just above the knee, and it zipped from the bottom and the top. It only just accomodated Her big arse and didn’t manage to hold Her enormous breasts, which shuddered out of the top with the nipple of her right breast completely exposed. The zip opened more and more with each breath She took. She turned and shook Her upper body towards the window, and Her leather clad arse towards me. I notice a zip on te back of the dress as well, going from the bottom hem to Her lower back. She then turned and repeated the movement, shaking her huge bust at me, which shuddered in and out of Her dress. She reached behind her and I heard Her opening the rear zip while She held my eye.

The pain started to subside a little, an despite what was going on I noticed I was getting aroused. Maya didn’t look anything like the usual sex symbol, but for some reason the sight of a woman Her age in the leather clothing with those huge tits showing, dancing before me like a strip joint slut was the sexiest thing I had ever seen. She was smiling again, looking at my crotch, noticing my growing hard on.

"In control", She wispered, "soo easy, always in control".

She stood over me and slowly sunk down, landing Her wet cunt right on my face. Still helpless with this big woman on my face, but now getting more excited than I had ever felt. She started riding my face, with me licking and breathing, my face covered in Her fluids, not sure whether at one stage She had pissed all over my face, drinking Her juices, drinking Her pis, licking Her anus as She rode my face harder and faster and rougher, suffocating when the flow of juices and her big arse became more than I could handle, nearly suffocating , but wanting it to never stop.

She suddenly did stop, stood up, grabbed me by my jacket, and pulled my to my feet. I noticed Her strength again when She did this, this Woman in Her fifties lifting me from the floor as if I was a child. She pulled my head down with both hands and drowned my face in those magnificent tits. I could tell by their firmness that She had implants. Still swirling my face in Her leather tits She wispered, "smile, you’re on camera", ripping my head from Her cleavage by my hair and turning my head to the window. "Look at the window right accross the street," and then laughed. I saw a person standing next to what looked like a camera on a tripod.

"I am the ultimate goddess. I am the power. I am sex. You will behave and follow my instructions, and in return receive the honor of being one of my pets. I am draining this company of cashflow and will continue to do so with your help and that of other members of its executive.It started with increasing my salary, but that is now chump change, I now think in millions of dollars per year. Once I am satified I may leave this company, but until then I will continue to do what I am doing, and anyone who gets in my way, male or female, will be converted to Maya." She pushed me away from Her until I was at arms length and then let go. "You will never again receive the honour of touching me, feeling my hot cunt on your face, feeling my leather, feeling these tits, but if you reach the targets I set you, I may let you have a copy of the tape showing your conversion so you can remind yourself of the most glorious moments in your life as you wack off thinking about Maya. NOW....Have I taught you respect?"