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Archive-name: Amazon/sheboss.txt
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Archive-author:
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Archive-title: She's the Boss
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I have been a slave to beautiful black stockinged, high-heeled legs
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forever. My passions were limited, however, to pictures in magazine and
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newspapers, and as I grew into my late 20s and early 30s my taste ran to
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those periodicals that featured domination themes. My fantasies were, I
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felt sure, simply that. Them one day two years ago I met the woman who
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through beauty, strength and mental superiority proved to be my undoing.
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My supreme ruler's name is Janine.
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I was then 35, an average looking profressional who had just
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accepted a position with a corporation where Janine worked. One day I saw
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this vision walk through the advertising department where I worked. My
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mouth dropped open at the sight of her muscular, shapely legs
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(SEE JANINE1 PICT). On her feet were the sexiest white heels I had ever seen.
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I found out were she worked in the company, and made it my business to meet
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her and eventually ask her to lunch. Although she was only 23 at the time,
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she had experience with men making fools of themselves over her strong,
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shapely body, and she was amused at my shyness as he accepted my invitation
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to dine.
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At the restaurant, after some small talk, Janine asked me the
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question that released years of emotion and would ensure a lifetime of
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slavery. " You know , I realy couldn't help noticing how you kept looking
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down as you asked me to lunch, Donald," she said. "Are you always this
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passive or do you just like admiring my feet?" she laughed, obviously
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looking right through me with her mocking eyes.
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"I have to admit, your legs and heels are realy beautiful," I said,
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afraid to confess immediately about my true hopes, which were to serve as her
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doormat.
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"Well," said Janine, "I keep in shape By doing lots of exercising,
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running and swimming, of course, but my favorite sport is unusual for a girl.
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I'm quite a good boxer, Donald. I've loved to work out that way for years.
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think you'd like to take me on? " She became more and more confident that
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she had my head swimming from this talk.
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I was almost dizzy during lunch, anf looking back on it now, I
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seem to remember that she practically commanded me to be at her apartment that
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coming Saturday at 8:00 pm for our bout.
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That night when I showed up ,Janine was wearing the same white
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ankle-strap heels, a pair of red bikini underwere and a black bra.
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As she let me into her apartment, I saw two pairs of red boxing gloves,
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a camera and dog collar and leash. "Come in Donald, I certianly hope you'er
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ready to box," she said ,picking up the gloves asking me to assist her.
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"This should be great," I said, so nervous and excited that I could
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hardly hear my own words. "What's that stuff for ?" I asked, pointing to the
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items on the couch.
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"Oh,just for fun," she said "Who ever wins our little match gets
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to turn the loser into a slave for the night. So instead of fighting for
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a championship belt, lets fight fight for the right to the leash, OK?"
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She knew that I wanted more then anything to be on that leash and she
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knew it would,'t be long before that would be the case.
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After striping down to my underwear and with gloves raised, we
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began the most one sided fight in apartment boxing history, Easily avioding
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a soft left jab from me ,she belted a left to the ribs. I winced, and then
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a left and right quickly put me on the carpet. As I looked up at this
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punching machine, I realized I had absolutely no desire to fight back. It
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didn't matter if this beautiful Amazon pulzerized me. And she did. I became
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a total punching bag for this cruel dominant. And after knocking me down
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for the twentieth time, Janine ordered me back on my feet so she could end
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the bout. My head woozy and sore, I stood up as this boxing bitch slowly
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put her left hand under my chin and raised her right to deliver the final
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blow.
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" Tell me who's the boss," said Janine, with a wicked smile and a
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look of control in her eyes.
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" You are Janine, you are please put me away. Knock me out," I
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begged. I couldn't wait to be her leashed leg servent.
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With that, Janine said " Lights out sissy boy." she hammered me into
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endless slavery with her victorious right. The leash was then applied and I
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spent the entire evening as her severent, worshiping her legs, feet and ass.
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I hope readers who enjoy this form of female domination will
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correspond. write to,
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JAINIE
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BOX 370501
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66 NE 39TH STREET
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MIAMI, FL 33137
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