As Jim rode the Metro North train from the Connecticutsuburbs into New York's Grand Central Station, he waseagerly anticipating the coming hour's event. The previousnight he had telephoned in a response to an ad in ScrewMagazine's "Hells Belles" section. Along with the myriadads for mistresses and dungeons, promising to do all sort ofunspeakable things to one's body, was one featuring "totalphysical domination" and wrestling. Jim had long fantasizedabout being physically dominated by a strong, attractivewoman, being forced to submit repeatedly to painfulsubmission holds. After talking to Carol, the placer of thead, Jim felt that he had just found the answer to hisfantasies. Carol promised that she could easily make himbeg to be released. She especially liked to work scissorsand choke holds, and really got off on totally dominatingher "victim." Even more than her more "normal" trade,dominating men by bondage and spanking, she really lovedusing her body to punish them. After hearing all that, Jimimmediately made an appointment with Carol for the nextafternoon. Now his dream was about to be realized. The walk from Grand Central to the 27th Street addressCarol had given Jim seemed to take forever, Jim was soanxious for his match to begin. As he walked along, Jimdreamed of being held by Carol in various holds, but failedto understand how a girl who sounded so sexy on the phonecould manage to squeeze a submission out of him. He hadwatched many videos of mixed matches where the women had themen yelling out agonized submissions, but it was alwaysobvious that the holds were staged and the men weresubmitting "for the camera." Although Jim was slightlybuilt, at 5'8" and 140 pounds, he felt he was strong enoughto take any woman. Carol's promise to make him beg formercy seemed remote. Finally he reached the address. He rang the doorbell,and someone buzzed him in. He climbed the two flights ofstairs promised by Carol and knocked on her door. After aminute the door was opened by a very tall pretty blondewearing an electric blue housecoat. "Hi, you must be Jim,"she said pleasantly. "I'm Carol. Come on in." Jim walked in to a pleasant apartment, dominated byseveral large wrestling mats placed on the floor. Whatfurniture there was was pushed to one side. "As you cansee, I have everything ready for our match. Do you havesomething for me, Jim?" said Carol. Jim fished in his pocket and found the $200 they hadagreed on. Carol took it into another room and quicklyreturned. "While you strip down to your shorts, I'll goover the ground rules. Ok?" Jim readily agreed and started to undress. Carolslipped off her bathrobe. "Wow!" Jim thought. Carol was a"10" in anybody's book. About six feet tall, she waswearing a tightly-fitting one-piece shiny blue bathing suit.Her breasts were were nice-sized, but not overly large. Theshiny fabric of the bathing suit was stretched so tightlyover her luscious body that he could see her erect nipplesoutlined. Her legs were long and "ran all the way to herass." They were very shapely, but Jim could tell that theywere well-muscled. Carol struck a biceps-flex, revealingarm muscles that would make many guys proud. "This may notbe as easy as I thought!" raced through Jim's mind. Carol outlined the ground rules for their match."Number 1. No biting, scratching or hitting with closedfists. Slapping and spanking are ok, but judo chops areout. Number 2. You can only win a hold by a pin, but I canwin by either pin or submission. Number 3. None of thissilly three-second pin stuff. We declare a pin when theloser agrees that he is helpless to get up. Number 4. Aftera pin or submission we have a one minute rest break, then goagain. Number 5. The match goes for one hour or until oneof us gives up totally. Number 6. If we roll off the mat,we break and start again. Agreed?" Jim nodded his assent and told Carol he was readywhenever she was. Carol set a wind-up timer for one hourand started it. She stepped to the center of the mats andmotioned for him to follow. Taking a slight crouch, shesaid "Let's wrestle, sucker!" The two circled warily, each looking for an opening.Jim made a lunge for Carol's head, but she deftly spun away,twirling around so quickly Jim could scarcely believe hiseyes. He was still recovering his balance from this lungewhen Carol jumped him, taking him in a side headlock. Shelocked her hands and quickly rolled him over her right hiponto the mat. Pivoting around, Carol tightened the headlockand spread her legs for stability. She was arranged at aright angle to him, with most of her weight on his chest andhead, one beautiful fabric-clad breast thrust in his face.Normally Jim would love to be under such a well-builtbeautiful woman in such a position. However, it was quicklyapparent to Jim that her well-muscled arms were indeedstrong, for the headlock was painful! She worked the hold,twisting and flexing her arms, sending spasms of painthrough Jim's neck and head. She countered any move on hispart by pivoting to keep their 90-degree arrangement. Jimwas in real trouble, and the match was only seconds old!Carol continued to work the hold, and before long Jim couldsense some dizziness creeping up. Finally he managed to jam his right arm between his neckand her arms. Forcing against her grip with all hisstrength, he managed to break the hold. Rolling away fromCarol, Jim shook his head, trying to shake off the pain anddizziness. He didn't have long to think about it, though.Carol jumped him from behind and quickly took him in asleeper. Her right arm was around his neck, her handnestled in her left elbow. With her left hand she pressedfirmly against the back of his head, driving his head deepinto the crushing vee of her right arm. "I've got you now,sucker! Do you give?" she taunted. "Never!" grunted Jim. "Ok," she retorted. "Say goodnight, little boy." She increased the force with both arms,and Jim quickly began to feel the pressure. His ears wereringing and he was having real problems breathing. Carolwas pushing so hard against his head that he toppledforward, enabling her to bring her weight into play. The last thing he remembered was her legs slidingagainst his sides and back. Then he was flat on hisstomach, trying to figure out where he was. As he tried toget up, his muscles jerked spasmodically in a "chickenwalk." Gradually he came to his senses and realized thather sleeper hold had really "put him out." "That's one for me," boasted Carol. "You get one minutebefore we go again!" Jim tried to make the most of his minute's rest, but hestill felt shaky when Carol said, "Let's go." This time, as the two circled, Jim was careful not tomake such a rash lunge for Carol. He made several cautiousmoves toward Carol, but she was always a split second aheadof him, spinning out of the way ready to pounce a secondlater. Finally Carol lost her concentration for an instantand Jim was able to get his arm around her neck in a sideheadlock. He wasn't able to flip her smoothly onto the matas she had done him, however, and he two wrestlers fell downtogether. Although he managed to keep his headlock, Carolwas able to snake her legs around his his left leg and lockher ankles, scissoring his thigh. She immediately tightenedher leg grip and started working out of his headlock. Asudden jolt from her legs made him flinch, giving Carol theopening she needed. She pushed up on his arms and pulledher head down, escaping his grip. Quickly she snared hisleft arm in a half-Nelson. The pair grappled for severalminutes, as Carol gradually asserted more and more controlover Jim. Finally, as he tired, Carol was able to pin his otherarm and mesh her fingers behind his neck, establishing afull-Nelson. She tightened the leg scissors and the Nelson,twisting him painfully. "How you doing, big boy? Wannagive?" she taunted. Jim was determined to ride thisthrough, however. "Never!" he grunted once again. Carol maintained the pair of painful holds for severalminutes more. His leg ached from the constrictive pressureof her muscular thighs, and his neck hurt like hell from thetight Nelson. Still he wouldn't submit. Eventually Carol decided that this attack wouldn't besuccessful. She released his leg, using the Nelson to keepJim sprawled on his stomach. Suddenly she let go of hisarms and spun around, keeping her full weight squarely onthe center of his back. She scooped up his feet and firmlytucked each ankle under her armpits. Squatting, she pulleddown on his legs and leaned back, executing a perfect BostonCrab. The pressure on his back and legs was instant andexcruciating. "Let me know when you've had enough." shechuckled. Jim tried his best to press up with his arms to relievethe pressure and to force his legs back, but it was to noavail. Carol had the hold too well established and was nowincreasing the pressure. It felt as if his back werebreaking. Suddenly he saw bright lights flash in front ofhis eyes as his back muscles spasmed. At the same time anintense pain shot from his spine. Instantly he screamed "Isubmit! I submit! Just let me go!!" Carol released his legs and sat down on his sore back.Jim was totally out of breath, and her weight made it moredifficult to breathe, not to mention get up. "Gotcha again,didn't I!" she crowed, and spanked his bottom hard four orfive times. She stood up and helped Jim to his feet. "You took alot of pain in that round, Jim. Let's rest five minutes." Jim didn't argue, just groaned in agreement and sprawledon a nearby sofa. After a few minutes his breathing hadreturned to normal, but his back still hurt fiercely. Carolwas back in the middle of the mats, motioning for Jim tojoin her. Finally Jim drug himself over to the mat and warilyapproached Carol. Carol played with him, dancing away fromhis clumsy attempts to engage her. Finally she took him ina front neck grip, turned her back to him, and vigorouslythrew him over her head. Jim landed roughly on the mat.Carol was all over him. She slipped her shapely legs aroundhis waist, establishing a perfectly placed body scissors,and took him in a side headlock. Carol's legs werebeautifully shaped, but their muscles were deadly. Shetightened her grip around Jim's waist, painfullyconstricting him. He flailed at her legs but couldn'taffect her python-like grip. After struggling against thetwo constrictive holds for a few minutes, he collapsed,offering no resistance. "You're mine now, buddy-boy," Carol hissed into his ear.She tightened her scissors grip rhythmically, driving theair from his body. "Let me know when you've had enough." Jim was in absolute agony. Carol's deadly legs werepainfully crushing his waist, just below his rib cage, andmade breathing nigh onto impossible. Just as soon as hecould manage to take in a small gasp of air she wouldtighten her legs, expelling it for him. He finally tried togasp out a submission, but he had too little air to do morethan croak. "What's that, Jim? I can't hear you!" Carolgrowled through gritted teeth, as she bore down on his waistonce again. This routine continued for a few more minutes, Jimgrowing steadily weaker. Finally he was no longer moving,his face a reddish-purple. Carol released the headlock andlifted his arm. When she let go, it flopped limply on themat. She had squeezed Jim totally unconscious. Carolpatted his cheek and disengaged her legs. After two or three minutes Jim came around, looking likesomething the cat had dragged in. "I've had enough," hecoughed. "You're just too much for me. Where did you learnall that?" "Jim, when you called," Carol smiled, "I told you thatdomination was my business, and wrestling was my favoritepart. I've been doing this for five years now, and seldomlose a fall anymore. By the way, let me know when you wantto try again. I give a discount for losers! You haven'teven tried some of my better holds yet. Ever been in a headscissors or a camel clutch?" It was another few minutes before Jim was able to get tohis feet and dress. He had certainly realized his fantasy,in spades. Before he left, however, he made anotherappointment to wrestle with Carol in a few weeks. Once afool.......
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