My name is Vasantha. I am 24 years old. I have just finished my college studies and have joined an office for the first time. I am a very progressive-minded educated woman of this era. I have never liked to be subservient to men. I do not have a father. My mother raised me. From a young age, she instilled in me courage and self-confidence. From a young age, I would wear men's clothes and do all kinds of physical exercises. I even learned karate. I studied in a women's college. For the first time, I got the opportunity to work with men in an office. A big man in my town gave me a job in his office. It was a small office. There were only eight people working in total. It was a new company. The big man's son started it in an attempt to win foreign orders in the IT line. He is working abroad. He is not married yet. He is about 30 years old. He does not have a mother. His father is over 50 years old to that big man. That boy would take orders from abroad and deliver them. We have to finish it here. It was convenient for me to learn a new job. I was the youngest woman in that office. Everyone else was around 35-40 years old. Everyone was very important to him, two women and five men.
That big man was a real drooler. He started drooling at me from the very first day. After a few days, he asked me why you can wear a saree like a pretty girl and why are you wearing a pant shirt like this. He thought that if you wear a saree, you can see your waist, chest and all the mangoes in its side view. The other two women working in that office told me all that. I told them that this is what I feel comfortable with. But even then, he didn't stop drooling at me. I was also a poor man, a big girl, I just wanted to enjoy it, to see it and miss me every day and think of me and clap my hands. I really like to make men lust after me like this. He even finds it comfortable when I wear a pant shirt. Since I wear the shirt very tightly, both my breasts are clearly visible. When I walk, he keeps an eye on the way my panties move and shake behind my pants. I know that too.
Since the office started (for about 4 years), they have only taken contracts worth a maximum of 10 lakhs. After a few months of my arrival, I looked online and found a big contract worth more than one crore, so I said I could try to take it. That small boss has now fallen in love with a woman abroad and married her. He told me, you try, if you get it, you take over this office and complete that order. Then use that as an example and then try to get many other big orders. I can't take care of that office anymore. I have a lot of work to do in this foreign country, and this country's lady has just arrived. She is very bossy to me. I can't take care of this office like I used to. My father doesn't know much about all this. The other people working there are not that knowledgeable either. If you can take care of it yourself, see for yourself. I will tell my father and make you the small boss in that office in my place. He said, "Take this one crore order and work." I took it as a challenge and tried very hard and snatched that order.
After getting such a big order, everyone working there started giving me a lot of respect. That small boss also talked to his father and appointed me as the head of that office. Since I also got a really big order, I gave a little raise to everyone working there. Now, all the big guys who used to work with me for so long have become the ones who work here. All of them, who used to call me by name, now respectfully call me Madam, Madam. When I come in, they stand up and pay respect. It's very funny for me to see the ladies working there, standing up and bowing down when they see me. I always call them by name now. I call them "What's wrong?" and make a noise so that everyone can hear them. Then, each one of them, in front of the others, gets scared and trembles, bows down and begs me to do it properly. I really like it. I have to work properly, otherwise I will fire everyone and hire young, vibrant girls like me who have just studied well. I will threaten to fire him. They will all leave.
Now my big boss, that big man's old business has started going bankrupt. He used the income from this office to pay off the debts of his bankrupt business. Without this office, he would not be able to show his face as a debtor, and his dignity would be gone. So he closed down all his old businesses and now he has started sitting in this office. He doesn't know anything about this IT work. Big boss by name. A big man until a few days ago. He was the one who gave me my first job. But now in his office, when I go to work, he sits in the room I have reserved for him, and like the smell in that old banana can, he still drools at me and just passes the time.
Once, a forty-year-old man came up to me and threw a file at my face, shouting at me. I was working, and everything was wrong. I didn't expect that. He fell at my feet in front of everyone. "Excuse me, Mistress, I'll do it properly from now on, please be kind and forgive me this once," he said, grabbing my leg and begging. Till now, everyone has been calling me Madam. This is not the first time he has fallen at my feet, he calls me Mistress. I look around, and everyone there is speechless after seeing this. Even my big boss is standing at the door of his room, watching this. I immediately deliberately left there as if it was nothing to do with the fact that an ampoule was lying on my foot, and I left without saying anything and went to my room. The man who fell down, embarrassed by everyone watching, immediately got up and went to his chair, bowed his head, picked up the file I had thrown, and started fixing it.
In my office, I never put a chair in front of my desk. I have a swivel chair just for me. I sit there cross-legged and majestically like a mistress, and I talk to the people who come to see me, facing them. When they stand in front of me, shake hands, and speak respectfully, it feels good to see them. Today, my big boss saw a middle-aged man who was working at my feet and came to my office after a while. He has never come to my office before. I go to his office once a day, as soon as he comes to the office, and greet him. He just sits there and drools a little. Later, I would think of Anni all day long and greet him with a smile, thinking to myself, "Perusu, who is comfortable with me." He would also wait for my darshan. When he saw me, he would stand up and greet me. I would greet him back and show him my darshan for two minutes and then leave. When I entered, the person who stood up would stay there until I left. Today, when I saw him come to my room for the first time, I got up out of respect and went to sit down. He immediately said, "No, sit down." Until now, whenever he saw me, he would always call me, "What's up," "Wamma," or "Bomma." Today, for the first time, he started showing me respect by saying, "Sit down." I also thought, "You've come to my room, I would have come myself if you had told me to. While I was sitting cross-legged like this, it felt good to have my big boss standing in front of me and talking.
He says. I have also been doing business for 25 years. I didn't scold anyone much. What's the point of acting like that, the people who worked for me cheated me and dragged my business into losses. In the end, I closed it down and came here and sat idle. What you did today was right. You should definitely behave like this, only then will all these people get their tails tied up and work properly. You will always have my support. If anyone does anything again, tell me, I will also scold them, I will support you only, he said. I also thanked him very much. I said I have no fear as long as you are kind. He said okay, I will come and left.
I took the big boss and came back to the main hall where everyone works. I called everyone there and said, look here, I will definitely hire all of you, I want our company to run well. You know how competitive the IT company is. You respect my age, not my talent, my hard work, and my position. Don't let everything fall on your feet like this again. I said, let's forget what happened today. Then I went to the person who fell on my feet and apologized for being a little too strict in front of everyone. He held my hand and looked at me with confusion. Then I smiled at everyone, and the situation improved.
After this incident, the respect that the men there had for me increased even more. Even though I didn't want to, now they call me mistress. I come to the office wearing a coat and suit these days. Only then will it be a respect, and not only that, since it is a foreign order, sometimes I have to make video calls with foreign people. Then this kind of dress will give me dignity. Similarly, I now come riding a Royal Enfield bike. Nowadays, as soon as I hear its sound, all the men working in my office get up,They would greet me and wait until I sat down. The big boss would come in his old car. When I heard his car, I would go to his room as a sign of respect. His old car had broken down. One evening, when he was leaving for home, he was standing near the car. I would go to him and get it fixed later, and now I will buy mine too. I told him to sit on my bike. Since he would come wearing a dhoti, he sat on the back of my bike like a girl, with his legs on the side. However, Kusumbaha would grab my waist and come. Hey old man, put your hand on my waist, today I will take your dignity, I thought, I must have laughed a lot seeing a big man of that village sitting like a bomb behind a little girl. I saw through the rearview mirror that some people were laughing, just as I had expected. He was the one who had first eagerly hugged my waist, but then, seeing the small villager laughing, he came back with a sad face and bowed his head. I laughed inwardly.
I often started coming after his arrival time. As soon as I arrived, I would go straight to my room. I gradually stopped going to his room. He has started coming to my room now, trying to see me, with no other choice. If he came, I would deliberately pretend to be busy with work and make him fuck me, protect me. He would use that as an excuse and beat me up. That day, I had come wearing a coat on top and a skirt on the bottom. I was wearing stockings inside. But my legs were clearly visible up to my thighs. When he saw it, he couldn't control it. I knew that too well. That day, when he was standing there looking at my legs, I accidentally dropped my pen under my legs as if it was going to fall. Immediately, as I expected, he bent down to pick up the pen from under my feet. I also grabbed the back of my swivel chair so that he could pick up the pen. At that time, his hand touched my leg. For a moment, he forgot himself and gently stroked my leg. It looked like he was lying on my feet. I took a picture of it on my mobile without him knowing. Then I pretended to be a little nervous and said, "Can you go and touch my feet?" He said, "It's okay, I dropped your pen and came to pick it up, nothing else, what's the big deal?" He laughed and laughed. He slowly fell into my trap without realizing it.
I like to control men, but I have a knack for making them do it without them realizing it. I am half the age of my big boss. He was supposed to be like a father to me, and I also wanted to show him respect in that way at first. But when he didn't behave like his age on the first day, started licking and drooling at me, I decided that day that I would let him be my slave and fuck me like a dog.
A few days after he bent down at my feet and picked up the pen, it was a Friday evening, and everyone left early for the weekend. I was watching because I had some work to do. The elder's car had not started yet, and he was waiting for me. When it was time for me to come, he came to my room. That's when my work was done. Knowing that he had come, I started acting like I was still busy at work. As usual, he was watching me and enjoying it. After a few minutes, I asked him loudly, "What's this? My head hurts." Immediately, as I expected, he went and brought coffee from the coffee machine in the break room in another corner of the office and stood in front of me, like some office boy standing respectfully before his boss, bending over and holding a coffee cup in his hand. In the meantime, I opened the video recording on my mobile. Seeing him standing in front of me like a servant, I pretended not to see him, and knocked over the coffee cup by mistake. The coffee is now spilling on my slippers. I say it as if I am sorry that I didn't notice. No, it's my fault, I spilled coffee on your clothes and sandals. You have to forgive me, I'll clean it right now, he immediately bent down and sat at my feet and started wiping the coffee spilled on my sandals with his shirt. I was still standing there with my feet crossed. He, not realizing that I was making him so uncomfortable, considered it an opportunity for him, and started rubbing my legs with his hand as if he were wiping my sandals. We were both enjoying our respective positions.
The following Friday evening, I took this to the next level and deliberately turned off the room AC. He brought coffee without asking me and stood in front of me. I said, "Oh, I'm sweating a lot today, the AC isn't working," and unbuttoned two buttons of my tight shirt. He was standing in front of me, holding the coffee cup on a plate with both hands like a servant, and now he got a glimpse of my breasts, which were now spreading out. He couldn't control it, his cock inside the cage had started to throb, and I could tell by the way his cage was hanging. Since he was holding the coffee cup and plate in both hands, he couldn't fix the cock. I deliberately raised my hand and, as if to break my laziness, I touched and held the cock that was hanging from his cage without knowing it.
His singing had become very difficult. As soon as I touched his cock, it must have felt like an electric shock to him. But I glared at him a little angrily and said, "What is this?" My hand is still holding his cock. He already knows how strict I am. Now, when I looked at him and asked him in such a harsh voice, the man staggered away. The coffee plate in his hand fell down, and the coffee spilled on my slippers again. He fell at my feet. Since I was holding his cock along with the dhoti he was wearing, when he fell at my feet, the dhoti he was wearing came off. Sorry, Konga, I couldn't control myself, it was a mistake, don't be so arrogant and tell anyone about this, my dignity will be lost. He held my leg and begged for forgiveness, saying, "I am begging you for forgiveness." He held my leg and begged with just his shoes.
I had called him sir respectfully until now, but now, why are you such a big man, half your age, who should think of me as your daughter, how could you be so fond of me, I said in an angry voice. He holds my leg even tighter. The one who was lying on his legs saying sorry for the mistake, now slowly gets up and kneels in front of me, and kisses my cheek. I place my feet on top of my legs, stretch one leg straight to his face, and place the other leg on his cock and step on it. Why is this cock, look how it is still holding up, I step down his panty with my sandal.
His cock, which had been throbbing inside the panty until now, is firmly planted when the panty comes down. I take off my sandal and put it on the ground, and pat it with my bare foot. He grabbed my sandaled leg that was stretched out right in front of his face and put his face in it, apologizing, now he gets down on the mat and touches my other leg that was stepping on the cock and looks me in the eye. I can't help but laugh. I'm recording all this on my mobile. As I pulled him down with my mat, I said, "How long have you been working with a little girl who is not even half your age, holding my leg and lying like this shamelessly?" He couldn't get up properly because he had lowered the mat. So, with no other choice, he took off the mat completely. I immediately said, "Take off the shirt and the underwear I was wearing on top." A little scared, he took them off and stood in front of me in a daze. Look, even now, your cock is throbbing nicely. I said, "Don't be so arrogant, don't fall at my feet, you dog, without a bandage like this." As soon as I threatened him like this, he got very scared. Just like I said, he fell at my feet, bowed down, and knelt down on his knees.
I laughed, "Why, you are a big man in this town, aren't you ashamed, a little girl who works next to you, not even half your age, is beating your pussy like this in front of her, full of breasts, without a bandage on her body, and knelt down on her knees. But you don't look like you're ashamed and apologize. It's like you've been wanting to stand like this for a long time, tell me the truth, standing in front of me like this, like this, you're tired of it - that's why you're so horny, I said." He bows his head shyly.
I ask him a little sternly, why don't you answer me if I ask you a question, tell me what you're drinking or not, I said. He says in a very soft voice, with a smile flowing through his face and without shame - that he's drunk. I still ask him in a loud voice, what's drunk, I say open your mouth and tell me loudly. To that he says, "If you work with me like this, my The following Friday evening, I took this to the next level and deliberately turned off the room AC. He brought coffee without asking me and stood in front of me. I said, "Oh, I'm sweating a lot today, the AC isn't working," and unbuttoned two buttons of my tight shirt. He was standing in front of me, holding the coffee cup on a plate with both hands like a servant, and now he got a glimpse of my breasts, which were now spreading out. He couldn't control it, his cock inside the cage had started to throb, and I could tell by the way his cage was hanging. Since he was holding the coffee cup and plate in both hands, he couldn't fix the cock. I deliberately raised my hand and, as if to break my laziness, I touched and held the cock that was hanging from his cage without knowing it.
His singing had become very difficult. As soon as I touched his cock, it must have felt like an electric shock to him. But I glared at him a little angrily and said, "What is this?" My hand is still holding his cock. He already knows how strict I am. Now, when I looked at him and asked him in such a harsh voice, the man staggered away. The coffee plate in his hand fell down, and the coffee spilled on my slippers again. He fell at my feet. Since I was holding his cock along with the dhoti he was wearing, when he fell at my feet, the dhoti he was wearing came off. Sorry, Konga, I couldn't control myself, it was a mistake, don't be so arrogant and tell anyone about this, my dignity will be lost. He held my leg and begged for forgiveness, saying, "I am begging you for forgiveness." He held my leg and begged with just his shoes.
I had called him sir respectfully until now, but now, why are you such a big man, half your age, who should think of me as your daughter, how could you be so fond of me, I said in an angry voice. He holds my leg even tighter. The one who was lying on his legs saying sorry for the mistake, now slowly gets up and kneels in front of me, and kisses my cheek. I place my feet on top of my legs, stretch one leg straight to his face, and place the other leg on his cock and step on it. Why is this cock, look how it is still holding up, I step down his panty with my sandal.
His cock, which had been throbbing inside the panty until now, is firmly planted when the panty comes down. I take off my sandal and put it on the ground, and pat it with my bare foot. He grabbed my sandaled leg that was stretched out right in front of his face and put his face in it, apologizing, now he gets down on the mat and touches my other leg that was stepping on the cock and looks me in the eye. I can't help but laugh. I'm recording all this on my mobile. As I pulled him down with my mat, I said, "How long have you been working with a little girl who is not even half your age, holding my leg and lying like this shamelessly?" He couldn't get up properly because he had lowered the mat. So, with no other choice, he took off the mat completely. I immediately said, "Take off the shirt and the underwear I was wearing on top." A little scared, he took them off and stood in front of me in a daze. Look, even now, your cock is throbbing nicely. I said, "Don't be so arrogant, don't fall at my feet, you dog, without a bandage like this." As soon as I threatened him like this, he got very scared. Just like I said, he fell at my feet, bowed down, and knelt down on his knees.
I laughed, "Why, you are a big man in this town, aren't you ashamed, a little girl who works next to you, not even half your age, is beating your pussy like this in front of her, full of breasts, without a bandage on her body, and knelt down on her knees. But you don't look like you're ashamed and apologize. It's like you've been wanting to stand like this for a long time, tell me the truth, standing in front of me like this, like this, you're tired of it - that's why you're so horny, I said." He bows his head shyly.
I ask him a little sternly, why don't you answer me if I ask you a question, tell me what you're drinking or not, I said. He says in a very soft voice, with a smile flowing through his face and without shame - that he's drunk. I still ask him in a loud voice, what's drunk, I say open your mouth and tell me loudly. To that he says, "If you work with me like this, my The following Friday evening, I took this to the next level and deliberately turned off the room AC. He brought coffee without asking me and stood in front of me. I said, "Oh, I'm sweating a lot today, the AC isn't working," and unbuttoned two buttons of my tight shirt. He was standing in front of me, holding the coffee cup on a plate with both hands like a servant, and now he got a glimpse of my breasts, which were now spreading out. He couldn't control it, his cock inside the cage had started to throb, and I could tell by the way his cage was hanging. Since he was holding the coffee cup and plate in both hands, he couldn't fix the cock. I deliberately raised my hand and, as if to break my laziness, I touched and held the cock that was hanging from his cage without knowing it.
His singing had become very difficult. As soon as I touched his cock, it must have felt like an electric shock to him. But I glared at him a little angrily and said, "What is this?" My hand is still holding his cock. He already knows how strict I am. Now, when I looked at him and asked him in such a harsh voice, the man staggered away. The coffee plate in his hand fell down, and the coffee spilled on my slippers again. He fell at my feet. Since I was holding his cock along with the dhoti he was wearing, when he fell at my feet, the dhoti he was wearing came off. Sorry, Konga, I couldn't control myself, it was a mistake, don't be so arrogant and tell anyone about this, my dignity will be lost. He held my leg and begged for forgiveness, saying, "I am begging you for forgiveness." He held my leg and begged with just his shoes.
I had called him sir respectfully until now, but now, why are you such a big man, half your age, who should think of me as your daughter, how could you be so fond of me, I said in an angry voice. He holds my leg even tighter. The one who was lying on his legs saying sorry for the mistake, now slowly gets up and kneels in front of me, and kisses my cheek. I place my feet on top of my legs, stretch one leg straight to his face, and place the other leg on his cock and step on it. Why is this cock, look how it is still holding up, I step down his panty with my sandal.
His cock, which had been throbbing inside the panty until now, is firmly planted when the panty comes down. I take off my sandal and put it on the ground, and pat it with my bare foot. He grabbed my sandaled leg that was stretched out right in front of his face and put his face in it, apologizing, now he gets down on the mat and touches my other leg that was stepping on the cock and looks me in the eye. I can't help but laugh. I'm recording all this on my mobile. As I pulled him down with my mat, I said, "How long have you been working with a little girl who is not even half your age, holding my leg and lying like this shamelessly?" He couldn't get up properly because he had lowered the mat. So, with no other choice, he took off the mat completely. I immediately said, "Take off the shirt and the underwear I was wearing on top." A little scared, he took them off and stood in front of me in a daze. Look, even now, your cock is throbbing nicely. I said, "Don't be so arrogant, don't fall at my feet, you dog, without a bandage like this." As soon as I threatened him like this, he got very scared. Just like I said, he fell at my feet, bowed down, and knelt down on his knees.
I laughed, "Why, you are a big man in this town, aren't you ashamed, a little girl who works next to you, not even half your age, is beating your pussy like this in front of her, full of breasts, without a bandage on her body, and knelt down on her knees. But you don't look like you're ashamed and apologize. It's like you've been wanting to stand like this for a long time, tell me the truth, standing in front of me like this, like this, you're tired of it - that's why you're so horny, I said." He bows his head shyly.
I ask him a little sternly, why don't you answer me if I ask you a question, tell me what you're drinking or not, I said. He says in a very soft voice, with a smile flowing through his face and without shame - that he's drunk. I still ask him in a loud voice, what's drunk, I say open your mouth and tell me loudly. To that he says, "If you work with me like this, my A big man, shameless in front of a little girl who is not even half of a girl, says, "I am a complete adult, naked, naked, and lying at your feet like a slave dog, Amman Kundi. From now on, grant me the boon of serving you like this Amman Kundi for the rest of my life." He falls back at my feet.
I said, it's okay, you surrendered to me, otherwise, my friend, I was going to tell the SI of the women's police station here and bring you back, I even have evidence, but you escaped, I said smiling. He was even more scared. Don't do that, I am a slave to your feet for my entire life, don't tell anyone outside and take my honor, he said, holding my leg. I said smiling, enough, don't stay in this office anymore, my mother is also out for a relative's wedding this week, come on, let's go to your house, come there and do as you wish this whole weekend, you are the boss, the maid who works for you, be a slave like this in front of me, I winked. To that, he said, oh, I am no longer your boss, you are my mistress as all the girls working here are calling me.
Hey, even though you are over fifty, your pussy is big and thick enough to satisfy girls. When Vada came, I told him that I would make your pussy proud and subdue it on my feet, and then I kicked his pussy with my foot and made him vomit porridge. Then I told him to get dressed again and went to his house. We ate on the way. An old maid came to his house, cooked, cleaned the house and left. That day, he called her and told her not to come for two days. As soon as I entered the house, I opened the door and took off her clothes. I cleaned her like an Amman in the middle of the house. The next day, I gave her a sari, tied her up and made her work as a slave for me like an Amman.
After giving her the sari, I made her dance to the dance song on the track, and then I told her to take off her clothes and finally I made her dance like an Amman. I tied a sari at his house and made him work as a domestic servant for a day, and then I made Amman work as well. I made Amman sit at my feet and eat the leftovers of my meal. I made Amman sit at my feet and hold my leg while I watched TV. I made Amman put my sandals on my feet and wipe the dirt off her feet. I made Amman work like a slave in front of a fifty-year-old man, my boss who gave me work, and a little girl who was half his age, like Amman working like a dog in front of me, and what was more surprising, she also loved doing it, and it was funny to watch. Even among very big men, there is a desire that someone like this would not treat him like a slave. They would suffer because they could not say it in public. If they get a chance, they would leave their shame and fulfill their desire. The same thing happens here.
I made him as miserable as I could for those two days, but I made him feel like it, and I made him do it on his own, so that he didn't feel like I was torturing him at any time, and I made sure that we both enjoyed it. I told him from the beginning that if he didn't like something I said, don't do it, that I wouldn't force him. He also liked me treating him like a slave, a prostitute, with some soap bombs, a pot, and a tray. I told him that I wouldn't have physical relations with him. I wouldn't lust after my naked body. He could just enjoy looking at it and enjoying it.
On Sunday evening, I put on my old dress and shirt and made him sit next to me, and forget about what happened these two days. It's better for everyone that you go back to your old self, the big man of the village, my big boss. If you feel like it, you can do it once a month, but let this matter be a secret known only to the two of us. I have told you that I will not indulge in anything outside. He also held my hand and looked at me with confusion. She got married when I was young, I raised my son well, and now he has also gone abroad, and seeing a young woman like you next to me makes me a little nervous. But you are very understanding and fulfilled my wish. You have not taken away my dignity, and even after behaving like your slave for two days, you say that you will treat me with respect. Saying that I will also behave in a manner worthy of that respect from now on, the big man who wore a dhoti once again falls at my feet. When I was leaving for my house, I allowed him to hug me only once. From the next day, I behaved as if nothing had happened again. He also treats me very politely and respectfully these days. As if no one has any suspicions. As if jokingly calling me, "Mistress, mother, go buy me," in front of everyone, respectfully. He will call out and be happy.
