First night with Laura.
By Larry Darrell
Totally controlled by an Amazon


This is the first in a series of vignettes I’d like to share with the readers.
I’ve been reading stories on this board since it started ... and well, I know
everyone is skimming, looking for key words ... like facesitting, scissors ...
but I have to say that everything in this piece is true ...

I met Laura in the spring of 2000. Over Internet chat, in fact. I couldn’t
believe through all the chats and our first face-to-face meeting, even till
the first time we wrestled, that I’d been lucky enough to meet a woman who
said she loved to wrestle, and who promised she could beat me easily.

Anyway, we met, and about a week later I invited her to my apartment to watch
a movie and have dinner. We were both in jeans and a T-shirt. I put the movie
in, had dinner in the oven, and we sat down to watch. I sat down on the futon,
and she sat on the floor with her back against the futon.

Some stats, cuz people are into it: I’m 6’3+, 190 or so, not in the best
shape, but in reasonable shape. Laura was (still is) 6’0, 225, and a serious
weightlifter. She gave me figures, but I don’t remember them ... Leg press
475? Maybe. I don’t know ...

When we first talked on the phone, she said that under no circumstances would
we wrestle until she got to know me better. But, everything progressed far,
far faster than either of us had thought things would. So I had a feeling ...
and I started messing with her: gently tugging locks of hair, touching her
ear, etc. And then it happened.

She turned and grabbed my wrist and EASILY pulled me to the floor. I was
astounded by this woman’s strength. I realized quickly that I had no chance
... in a second I was on my stomach, with my arms spread eagle. Seconds later,
she spread my legs with hers and lay on top of me, laughing softly in my ear
... I was spread eagle and may as well have been in a rack, for all I was able
to budge her.

After she made me say "I give" a few times, she let me go, and like a fool I
tried to attack. She just laughed and put me in the same hold. It was that
simple, in our relationship. When I resisted, I was put in some hold, made
unbreakable by her strength.

Before I was able to talk her into letting me up to check on the food, I was
rolled onto my back and put in a grapevine. I screamed when she locked it on,
and she backed off, holding me still and helpless. She then put my wrists
together over my head, locked them with one hand, and started to pinch and
tickle me ... I was helpless to stop her. I’m not into that, but it didn’t
matter.

She let me up and followed me to the kitchen. When I didn’t have things in my
hands, she alternately got me in a bear hug, or pushed my head down, my chin
into my chest from behind, doing whatever she wanted to do. I’d never been
physically controlled like that; it was amazing. Womanhandled, as she called
it.

After dinner, Laura and I went back to the living room and sat on the floor.
We had been talking about wrestling, about her strength the whole time, and I
was eager to go again. We turned on the TV, and she found La Femme Nikita (I
think that’s the name), and put the remote down. Fitting, I thought. A show
about an ass-kicking woman. She sat Indian style with her back against the
futon, and I laid in front of her, perpendicular. I wasn’t really watching,
though she kept saying, "Oh, here’s where she (kicks ass) ..." I was sort of
focused on getting myself into a head scissors or something.

She eventually got tired of my touching her legs and lifted her right leg over
me and rested her massive thigh on the side of my head, pinning it to the
carpet. I couldn’t believe that I couldn’t just slide it out, but I couldn’t;
it was unreal. So I lay there, studying her jeans and trying to figure a way
out of this. I could sort of hear her talking about the show as I struggled
beneath her. I started to pull my legs up to get some leverage, which she
anticipated.

I felt her grab my legs. Keeping my head pinned, she rolled me into her lap.
So now I’m draped over her, my head pinned to the floor, and my ass in the
air. No leverage, no balance, and she starts to tease and tickle me. So I
flopped around (except for my head) as she laughed and played with my ass. She
could subdue me instantly by pinching me or bending my legs. I was screwed,
and she was enjoying herself; she laughed and played with my ass for about a
half hour.

There’s no great final scene here. She kicked my ass, period. It was a first
date, so nothing intimate happened. I walked her to her car about an hour
later, and as we said out goodbyes, she pulled me into another bearhug ... my
arms were pinned to my sides and I could do nothing to resist as she kissed me
goodnight.

To be continued