Easy Score Again
By Mistress Kate

It had been a while since my husband and I had wrestled together on the mat in our family room. Two kids to raise, on and off trouble in the marriage, and the fact that my weight had yet again gotten totally out of control.
But suddenly, a new beginning.
Something had taken over me. Confidence.
I started training.
Workout everyday, started playing racquetball, and eating right had quickly gotten me back into the "contender" category.
I’m a real red head, my hair- half way down my back, 5 foot 6 inches tall, with broad shoulders, and killer ass and legs.

With the kids gone one Sunday morning, we were alone.
I got up and went into the bedroom, put on my pink workout "spankies" (high in the waist, with frenchcut thighs) and nothing else.
I walked into the family room, breasts bouncing with my confident gate; "Mickey" was speechless.
I went and dragged out the mat, and ordered him to strip down to his skivvies.
(This was not just about sex…he’d been misbehaving lately and needed to be taught a lesson.)

I put the timer on 3 minutes. I challenged him to 5 – 3minute rounds – submission wrestling. He said "NO!" The truth is, he’d gotten pretty out of shape too, and knew he couldn’t last that long.
"3 rounds, that’s all I can do." He whined.
This was going to be easy.
He knew very well that if I dragged out the mat, and challenged him, I was feeling pretty good about winning. He should have been scared.

First round, starting knees on the mat, he quickly jumped on my back and tried to hold down my arms to get me to fall on the mat. Only I didn’t fall. I held on. His weight was unbearable on top of me, but that just got me more pissed off at him. I rose up on my heels twisting as I went to make the hold awkward for him. It worked, he let go, and I jumped on top. He flipped me and held me down on my back, with my arm between his legs, his chest heaving on top of me. But he couldn’t get me to give. I taunted him, "Is this all you’ve got?" But he was too afraid to let go and change his position, he was afraid…period. Before we knew it the timer went off.

He was panting hard.
I said, "Come on, let’s go again, right now!!" But he was breathing too hard to even answer. He waived me off. Finally, I got tired of waiting, put the timer on, and said, "Let’s go now or all of this all stops right now!" I threw at him. He loves wrestling way too much to let an opportunity like this to go to waste, he agreed, and got up.

Round two, starting off on knees again, we grabbed each other’s hands. I jumped to my feet to grab him around his neck and…the whining bitch said, "Hey no fair! You’ve got to get on your knees." Jeez, what a wus! But hey, I indulged the little sap. Round 2 again, this time he went for my back legs, with his body stretched alongside me. I grabbed him around the waist with my arms and started squeezing. Then I let my body fall on my right side on the mat, bringing him down with me. He’d let go of my legs; (fool) and I started to wrap them around him…he lunged backward quickly. He knew only too well, that if he gets trapped within my strong, muscular thighs, he’s done for. He was panting hard. He lunged back at me again this time grabbing my arms and trying to bear down with his weight on me again. He was really pissing me off now, I mean, doesn’t he have any other moves? The very least he could do was make it interesting. I reached around with one arm and grabbed the back of his head and shoved his face into my now glistening breasts. They’re rather spectacular, round, meaty, great for smothering…and that’s exactly what I was doing to him. I think he said; "I can’t breathe", but I couldn’t make it out clearly with his mouth covered so completely with my breasts like that. Boom! The timer went off. Damn, just when it was getting interesting!

While we took another short break, he lay panting, red faced, with a major hard on his corner of the mat. Hmmm…looks like I was definitely going to win this match!

Third and final round- initiated by me again- started on our knees facing each other. He said, "GO!" and instead of lunging at him, I quickly grabbed his head and pulled it into my sweaty breasts, and using his head for leverage, I quickly slithered underneath him and wrapped my steely thighs around his waist. I pulled his head back by the hair just enough to look him in the eye and said; "Now your MINE!!!!" And with that, I squeezed the crap out of him as hard as I could. His eyes practically bulged out of his head. Then I shoved his face into my breasts again, suffocating, controlling, and smothering him as hard as I could. Every time he exhaled, I clamped my legs down harder. Like a python, never giving my victim a chance to take a full breath.
There we were for what seemed like hours- him on all fours, with me underneath, hanging- full weight under him- with his face smashed between my breasts, my rock hard thighs wrapped around him with ankles crossed, squeezing him harder and harder…His head shot up; " I GIVE!!!" Mickey shouted. I shoved his face back into my chest. He pulled back again. "I said I give!!!!" he screeched again. I shoved his face yet again to my apple chest. His legs gave out, I was lying on my back with his full weight on me, my legs tighter still…"Please!!!!" he yelped like a little schoolgirl. "Call me Mistress" I hissed. "Yes, anything..." he responded. Having not yet complied, I squeezed yet again. "Yes MISTRESS!!!!!"
"That’s better", I said, with a little laugh. "And you are my complete slave now?" Mickey meekly replied; "Yes Mistress Kate. Anything you say…" "Anything is RIGHT" I spat.

I release him. "Roll over on your back" I ordered. He quickly complied, red faced from embarrassment as well as lack of air. I stood over him, heels on both sides of his head, and slowly lowered myself onto his face. He moaned. Reaching back, I grabbed his rock hard cock though his shorts and gave him a firm grasp to let him know who was boss. He moaned even louder.

"Now, let’s just see what kind of fun I can have with you now…" I said.
The timer went off… and so did he when I was finished with him.