Once again Jim found himself climbing the stairs to Carol's27th Street apartment. Several weeks ago he had attempted towrestle Carol, but only ended up submitting to painful holds -the dreaded Boston crab, a combination body scissors/headlockwhere Carol completely shut down his breathing, and a deadlysleeper that sent him temporarily to dreamland. Despite his poorperformance in Carol's clutches, Jim was thrilled with theexperience in retrospect. His life-long fantasy of beingphysically dominated and tortured by a beautiful woman hadcertainly been realized in spades. Jim had made a returnappointment with Carol on the spot, and today he was keeping thatdate. The beautiful Carol greeted Jim warmly and ushered him intothe apartment, which was equipped with wrestling mats as before.This time the six-foot blonde was dressed in a shiny spandex"catsuit," which left little concerning her anatomy to theimagination. She was so luscious that Jim's palms seemed to itchin his eagerness to get his hands on her. "You like?" she cooed, turning and showing off her body. "Ijust got this little number last week. It's great for wrestling- guys get so involved in looking at me that they forget whatwe're doing. Makes it real easy to trap'em!" Jim gulped, imagining how he would soon be trapped that way! "You know, Jim," added Carol, "you really didn't do verywell against me last time. Were you really trying?" "I sure was! You're just a damned good wrestler. Anyway,what excites me the most is being forced to submit to your holds.I'm not really into defeating a woman - I enjoy being dominated." "Well, you've certainly come to the right place! Like Ithink I told you last time, I really get off on using my body tomake a man beg for mercy! Tell you what - I'll stress reallypunishing you today. How's that?" "Sounds great! Just don't kill me!" "What? And lose a good customer - No way! What I will do,though, is pour on the pressure until you say the magic word.Let's use 'mercy' as a safe word. Don't forget it!" "Got it!" "You know where to change, Jim. Got my money?" Jim fished out the $175, a $25 "loser's discount" off lasttime's fee, handed it over, and went into the bathroom to change. Meanwhile Carol set the timer for one hour and started it asJim re-entered the room. "Same rules as last time?" "Sure," Jim replied and warily circled Carol in the middleof the mat. Rather than the cautious circling she employed in their lastmatch, Carol immediately made an aggressive lunge for Jim's leftleg. Catching him completely by surprise, her mid-calf holdeasily flipped him onto his back. Releasing Jim's leg, Carol rolled onto his chest and secureda firm headlock. "Oh, no - not again," thought Jim, remembering theirprevious match, as Carol painfully tightened the hold. This time, though, Jim was able to slip out before Carolreally had herself established on his chest. Rolling away, hewas temporarily free of his beautiful opponent's clutches. Before Jim could get to his feet, Carol had bounced up andand spun around behind him. As Jim started to sit up, Carolslipped her spandex-clad legs around his neck and pulled him intoa neat head scissors. She wasted no time applying pressure, and Jim's face quicklyreddened from the constriction. Carol was seated behind him, with his head neatly positionedbetween her thighs. As Jim put his right hand to his side,trying to bridge out of the painful hold, Carol grabbed his wristwith both hands and pulled his arm up by her chest. She rolledover on his trapped arm and secured it under her body, and wasable to capture his left wrist before Jim could try to break thescissors. Jim was in big trouble, and he knew it. "Auuuuuuggghhhhhh!"he groaned as Carol straightened her legs, pressuring the hold. "Gotcha now, big boy!" Carol gloated. "You know, this isreally sort of comfortable for me. I hope you are enjoying beingbetween my legs!" Carol didn't crush down with full pressure on Jim's head andneck. She knew that she could probably force an immediatesubmission with this hold, but Jim was held completely helpless,and she intended to stretch out this torture session. Shegradually tightened the scissors, until Jim once again began tomoan and groan in pain. "How does my suit feel on your neck? Nice and smooth, Ihope!" Carol taunted Jim as she alternately pressured and relaxedthe hold in a slow rhythm. Jim saw stars every time Carol squeezed down on his soreneck, and his jaw felt like it was being cracked. Several timesJim was close to crying for "mercy." Each time, though, Carolstopped just short of exerting unbearable pressure. "Ya' know, Jim, I really like this hold." Carol hissed asthe continued the rhythmic torture. "I can relax, and I knowI've got your full undivided attention! Let's see what you cantake!" Carol once again tightened her legs, but this time shedidn't relax the pressure. "Aiiiiiieeeeeee" screamed Jim, as the crushing pressuremounted beyond what he could tolerate. "Enough! Enough! Ican't take any more!!! I submit!!" Carol continued to hold him tightly, though. "Not bad, guy,but I can make it hurt a lot more!" "No! Please!" begged Jim. "Have mercy!" As Jim uttered their previously agreed safe word, Carolreluctantly released the hold, and Jim sprawled on the mat,exhausted. "God, Carol," he gasped. "I've never felt anything likethat! You could kill someone that way!" "I probably could," agreed Carol. "But not today. I've gota lot of other things to subject you to!" Before Jim could completely recover, Carol deftly rolled himover onto his stomach. She grabbed his ankles, crossed thembehind his butt and sat on them. "Jeeez!" shouted Jim. "I wasn't ready!" "I was," grinned Carol. "You said you wanted an hour ofphysical domination. Well, Jim-baby, you're getting it!" Carol grabbed Jim's wrists, one in each hand, and began topull his arms back, lifting his fore-body off the mat. "We callthis the bow-and-arrow. Can you hit the target?" "Oooowwwwwwwww!" Jim screamed, as Carol increased thetension. "My back! You're breaking it!!" "Oh, I don't think so," said Carol. She rhythmicallybounced on his entrapped legs, pulling his arms tighter with eachbounce. BOUNCE. "Oww!" BOUNCE. "Yeow!" BOUNCE "Carol! Please!Oww!" After about a dozen good bounces, Carol released the holdand moved forward, sitting on the small of Jim's back with herfeet placed at his sides. She slipped her hands around his neck,pulling back forcefully on his chin. "God! Carol! You're killing me!" Jim screamed, as the painincreased in his neck and back. He tried to relieve the pressure by pressing down with his hands and forearms, but to no avail. "This is the camel clutch, Jim," Carol explained. "It'sanother of my favorites!" Carol gradually pulled back more forcefully, lifting Jim'storso further off the mat. "Aiiiiieeeeee! Please! I can't take any more!" "Sure you can," growled Carol. "I'm not ready for you tosubmit yet!" She continued to pressure the hold, increasing the pulluntil Jim screamed, then backing off enough to quiet him down.After half a dozen such sequences, she held the pressure steadyfor a good 30 seconds, causing Jim to groan in agony. "Mercy! Carol, mercy!" he screamed. "Okay. I guess you've suffered enough for now!" Carol saidas she released Jim's chin and he dropped limply to the floor."Let's take five, before I torture you some more." It took the full five minutes for Jim to recover enough tostruggle to his feet. "What else do you plan to inflict on me?"he asked warily. "Oh, I'm not sure. You'll just have to wait and find out."Carol answered, smiling sweetly at Jim. "Ready to go?" "I guess so," Jim groaned. "I'm going to get you thistime!" "Oh you are, are you?" was Carol's response, as she circledJim, looking for an opening. Carol sexily ran her hands over her tightly encased breasts.The gesture was not lost on Jim, who followed her hands like ahypnotist's subject follows the legendary swinging pocket watch.Suddenly she lunged, catching both of Jim's calves and neatlyflipping him on his back. Quickly taking advantage of the situation, Carol lifted hislegs, such that Jim was folded, with most of his weight on hisneck and upper back. She spread his legs, hooking one with herright leg and securing the other ankle with both hands. "Welcome to the banana split!" she crowed as she leanedforward, splitting Jim's legs and putting more weight on hisneck. "Ugh!" grunted Jim. The split wasn't all that painful, butthe position he was being forced into compressed his diaphragm,and he found breathing increasingly difficult. "My, you're turning red!" Carol observed. "What's thematter? Can't breathe?" "Ummph! Mmmmmph!" Carol held Jim in that difficult position for a seemingeternity, allowing him just enough breath to avoid blacking out.He couldn't really yell - only muffled grunts could he make. Finally Carol let go of him and Jim flopped on his back.Carol lay on top of Jim hooking each of his legs with hers andlocking her arms tightly around his neck. She used the leveragein her legs to force Jim's legs apart forcefully. "How do you like the grapevine, big boy?" "Aiiiee! You're splitting me in two!" "Oh, I don't think so. You're just not very flexible.Let's work on that some!" Carol alternated between forcing Jim's legs apart andpulling up hard on his entrapped head. As she pulled up on himher crotch pressed painfully against his chest and her breastscovered his face. Breathing was almost impossible, due to theterrific pressure on his chest and face. "Jeez, Carol!" Jim was able to croak during a brief lull inthe pressure. "You're going to kill me!" "I promised I wouldn't! We're just working on yourflexibility. Think of this as therapy!" Carol's "therapy" soon had Jim on the verge ofunconsciousness. At long last she released his head anddisentangled her legs from his. Jim lay under her gasping forbreath. Carol immediately knelt on his chest, her smooth, strongthighs tightly imprisoning his head. "Time for a little rest?" she taunted, as she secured hiswrists firmly against the floor above his head. Jim had recovered his breath enough to make a feeble attemptto dislodge the beautiful blonde from his chest, but no matterhow he bucked or tried to roll, Carol rode him dominantly. "Face it, Jim, you're pinned good! Now for the coup degrace!" Carol inched forward, until her moist crotch hovered overhis face. "Take a deep breath, Jim," she advised. As Jim tried to do as he was told, Carol sat heavily on hisface, smothering him in a sea of spandex. Jim kicked and buckedas hard as he could, but Carol could not be dislodged. As hisefforts died out, Carol periodically lifted her crotch from hisface to allow him a slight breath of air. "After all, guy, we don't want you unconscious. You can'tenjoy being smothered if you're not awake!" The face-sitting session continued for about 15 minutes,until the kitchen timer rang. "That's it! Party's over!" Carol got up, shut off the noisytimer, and sat on a nearby sofa to watch the prostrate Jimrecover. He was red-faced, breathing heavily. "Good God, Carol!When you promised an hour of physical domination, you reallymeant it!" Jim gasped. "I just don't understand how such abeautiful woman can be so tough and brutal!" "Face it, Jim. It's what you asked for. And what I enjoy,too! Are you interested in another session? Or was this toomuch for you?" "Oh, I'll be back in a few months, I guess? What newwrinkles do you have for then?" "Well, I was toying with a new concept. Let's wrestle foran hour, submission only. We'll keep track of the number oftimes you submit. Then, I'll tack on dessert. I've got an oldrazor strop that belonged to my father. We'll give you ten slapswith the strop for each time you submit. That, Jim-baby, shouldmake you a little less reluctant to give up!" "Well, I....uh....I just don't know about that." "Oh, I think I know you well enough now. You'll be back.I'll oil the strop!"
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