Liz's Dominance, Pt. 1
By The Master Lurker themasterlurker@yahoo.com
My girlfriend's friend teaches me some respect.


I just want to start off by saying that the story I'm about to tell is
completely true. I've changed all the names for obvious reasons. Certainly, I
don't remember the events word for word, and a few of the details may be
slightly embellished, but the main events of the story all actually happened
to me, much to my embarrassment at the time. And believe it or not, this
incident turned out to be only one of many!

It all started one hot June day when a water fight developed at my
girlfriend's house. It was me, my girlfriend Jen and her two best friends,
Erica and Liz. We were all juniors in high school. I don't remember the
details of the water fight, but after about a half hour of shooting each other
with supersoakers, throwing water balloons, and even using the hose, all three
girls were pretty wet, and I had somehow managed to stay relatively dry using
my strategy of staying away from the action and trying to get the girls wet
from a distance. Jen and Erica were both wearing white t-shirts with, I think,
jean shorts, and by this point they were pretty much transparent. My
girlfriend Jen was a really cute Asian girl, about 5'3 and I'd say maybe 105
lbs. All my friends thought she had really great legs, they always teased me
about how they'd like to have her, and even though her breasts were pretty
small, B cup, they were still nice to look at through that wet T-shirt. Erica,
on the other hand, was a 5'7 white girl who was really athletic and played on
the soccer team. She had a ridiculous body, but her face was just average, so
she wasn't considered among the hottest girls in our grade, although a lot of
my friends would've loved to have hooked up with her. Anyways, unlike Jen,
Erica had really big breasts, I never was able to examine any of her bras as I
obviously could with Jen, but I would guess that her boobs were probably a C
cup . . . and I was loving the view I had through her transparent white
T-shirt. Maybe the girls sensed that I was kind of ogling them, or maybe they
just felt uncomfortable, but they decided that they were going to go change.
Even though, much to my disappointment, Liz didn't have the same white T-shirt
problem as Jen and Erica, her jean shorts and black tank top were still
soaking wet, so she went with the girls to change.

A few minutes later, as I was chilling out on the patio waiting for the girls,
I heard the screen door open and turned around to see Liz standing there. My
eyes nearly jumped out of my head when I saw her outfit. First, I guess I
should describe Liz just so you can get a general idea of what she was like.
Liz was a tall, powerful looking blond girl. She was 6 feet tall and weighed
about 165. I know her weight because she always used to tease me and a couple
of my other friends for being so skinny, laughing about how she outweighed us.
That's the thing about Liz, she wasn't shy at all about her body or her
strength. Like Erica, she didn't have the face of a supermodel, but the rest
of her body was unbelievable. So, I guess for Liz, her identity was tied up
not in being pretty, like it is for so many high school girls, but in being
strong. She was constantly teasing me and my friends about our bodies. She
also liked to armwrestle guys to prove how strong she was. The only one of my
friends who could beat Liz at armwrestling was a 6'3 guy who was a power
forward on the basketball team. Everybody else pretty much had their hand
summarily slapped down on the table a couple seconds after the match started.
Personally, I'd lost to Liz 3 times in armwrestling when I first started
hanging out with her sophomore year, and now I didn't even waste my time
trying. Her arms were just way too strong for me to handle, and now I just had
my fun watching other guys get embarrassed by her at parties or whenever.

Liz got her powerful body from doing crew. She had really gotten into it at
the start of high school, I guess, and now she was being recruited by major
schools like Stanford, Wisconsin, and Michigan. Needless to say, Liz was a
great athlete and spent the majority of her free time working out, either in
the gym or on that rowing machine (erging? Or something like that she always
called it). She was one of those jock types who rarely drank at parties, and
was always concerned about keeping her body healthy. As I stared at her body,
it was quite apparent that she had succeeded at that. Liz had on a really
skimpy pair of pink spandex shorts that showed off her muscular legs and
powerful thighs. On top she had on a black sports bra that, aside from
highlighting her large breasts, allowed me to see her toned stomach, not a 6
pack, but no fat to be seen, as well as her muscular arms.

"Hey, where's Jen and Erica?" I asked, looking around.

"Oh, they're still up in Jen's room changing,"

"That's quite an outfit you've got on." I said it kind of sarcastically, but
in truth, it was a legitimate comment because Liz never wore stuff that
revealing.

"Oh, yeah," she blushed, seeming sort of embarrassed at her scant clothing,
"These are the only other clothes I have. They're my workout stuff, I had them
in the car. I figured I wouldn't be able to fit into any of Jen's stuff." Liz
chuckled as I smiled at the thought of her trying to fit her powerful body
into the clothes of a girl who was about 9 inches shorter than her.

Unfortunately, this is where things took a turn for the worse as I made one of
the more ill advised decisions that I've ever made. While the girls were
changing, I'd spotted one water balloon that had gone unused. I used the hose
to fill it up and had it hidden at my feet under the patio table I was sitting
at. As Liz turned to close the door, I chucked the balloon at her.

"Ahhhhh!" Liz screamed as the balloon hit her on her bare back below her
sportsbra and cold water spilled all over her back. A perfect hit.

"That was a big mistake, Dan, you're gonna get it now." Liz started walking
towards me with a somewhat menacing look on her face. As I stared at this 6
foot tall 17 year old amazon walking towards me . . . I had my doubts about
what a great idea that last balloon had been. After all, I was no weakling,
but at 5'8, Liz towered over me, and weighing only about 130 pounds, there was
no way my body could compare with hers. We both knew she was stronger than me,
but other than the armwrestling, she had never gotten physical with me before,
so I wasn't sure what to expect. Nevertheless, I quickly I got out of the
chair and started backpedaling away from her.

Liz smiled, "That's right, you'd better run, I'm gonna teach you a lesson in
respect."

Immediately I took off running towards the other end of the yard. There was no
way I could outrun Liz though, with her long legs she caught me after a few
seconds and tackled me to the ground from behind. For about, I'd say, 30
seconds, we kind of rolled around on the ground with Liz being the aggressor
and me just trying to get away from her. Liz briefly got me in a headlock, but
I managed to slip out of it. It must have been quite a sight, this 6 foot,
totally built, blond teenager wearing tiny pink spandex shorts and a small
sportsbra grappling with a much smaller and less muscular boy, basically
throwing him around at will.

In any event, there was simply no way I could keep up with her for long. Every
time I'd get away from her for an instant, Liz would just jump back on top of
me. She was stronger, quicker, more agile, and had better endurance than me.
I'd wrestled around for fun with my friends before, never with girls, but I'd
never faced anyone who was this much stronger than me. After a half minute,
Liz was able to throw me down on my back and jump on top of me, sitting on my
stomach.

"It was only a matter of time. You're so weak, Dan." Liz giggled as she sat
astride me.

I knew she was stronger than me, but it's a weird feeling when someone is
pinning you down against your will, especially a girl. I still wasn't ready to
admit defeat, and I started struggling for all I was worth. I kicked my legs
out, tried to bridge my body up, and attempted to push Liz off me with my
arms. It was all in vain though, and all my efforts only succeeded in pushing
Liz up my body so that now she was sitting astride my upper chest, with her
knees pinning my arms to the ground. For another minute or so I tried kicking
my legs, trying to pull them close to me so that maybe I could use them to
push her off, but Liz just leaned forward out of their reach.

As my movement gradually stopped, Liz smiled again. "Are you ready to give up
now, Dan?"

In retrospect, obviously I should've just said yes and that might've ended it
there. But 17 year old males have a lot of pride in them, and I was no
exception. Right then I wasn't thinking of how lucky I was to have this
teenage goddess on top of me, I was just plain pissed off.

"Fuck you, get of me, you bitch!" "I guess you still haven't learned your
lesson. I'm going to have to teach you to respect me!" Liz's face darkened and
suddenly she slid up on me, so that my chin was just barely touching the
crotch of her pink spandex shorts. I was pretty embarrassed and desperately
tried to turn my face to the side to get my face away from her crotch and also
to avoid having to stare up at Liz's dominant grin, but I was unable to, as
she brought her big, powerful thighs around my head, framing my face and
forcing me to look directly up at her. At this point, with her knees no longer
pinning my arms, I reached up and tried to pry Liz's thighs off of my head. As
soon as I felt her bare legs and the powerful muscles in her thighs, it was
clear that there was nothing doing. My arms had absolutely no chance of even
budging her thighs and we both knew it. "You think your arms are stronger than
my legs?!?" Liz just laughed at me. "So, are you ready to surrender now?" By
this point, as I lay there submissively under this big, powerful girl, I knew
I had no chance, but I still had some pride left. I was scared to swear at her
like I had before, because I didn't want to make her angry, but I wasn't ready
to submit, so I was simply silent. "Still too stupid to know when you've been
beaten, huh Dan? Okay, I know how to make you give up." Suddenly Liz shifted
up on me again. Now my chin was being very firmly pressed into the crotch of
her exercise shorts. Then I felt pain as she started squeezing her massive
thighs around my head. I think Liz started taunting me, but honestly I
couldn't really hear what she was saying because her thighs were squeezing my
ears so hard. I tried as best I could not to show the pain I was feeling, but
after about 10 seconds of the squeezing, I started grimacing in pain. After
about 25 seconds I had had enough. "Stop, please, stop" Liz kept on the
squeeze for another maybe 15 seconds and then relented, unclenching her
powerful thigh muscles. At this point my face was bright, bright red, and I
think I may have even been crying, but I'm not sure. "That was fun, Dan, are
you ready to give up now?" Although she had stopped squeezing, Liz was still
sitting very high up on me, and I was really embarrassed at having my chin and
face practically in crotch. Also, Liz was a lot heavier than me, and my neck
was really hurting from having so much pressure put on it. "Ok, ok," I
stammered, "Just move back." "Ok what?" Liz said, not budging an inch. At this
point, I was feeling a weird mixture of fear, pain, and utter humiliation at
being pinned down by this girl. The whole ordeal had only lasted about 3
minutes so far, but I wanted nothing more than to do anything to get out from
underneath this amazon, even it meant giving in to her demands and
embarrassing myself even more. "Ok, I give up, Liz. You're stronger than me.
Now please move back." "Hmm, little wimpy wants me to move back? Maybe I will
move back." Liz lifted up and I really thought she was going to move back, but
then she said, "Maybe I should move forward and sit on your face to teach you
some respect, would you like that?" Quickly, Liz scooted forward and
menacingly put her crotch over my face. I distinctly remember being able to
see the outline of whatever underwear she had on through her spandex shorts as
her crotch descended towards me face. " No, please! Please! Don't sit on my
face!" I screamed out, desperately hoping to avoid that total humiliation. At
that time in my life, I certainly didn't think there was anything sexy about a
girl sitting on my face, even one like Liz, especially with the possibility of
my girlfriend coming out of her room at any moment and seeing me underneath
Liz. There was just something so humiliating about this situation, as I looked
up at this blond goddess above me, her crotch so close to coming down on my
face, her large breasts jutting out just held back by a sportsbra, it was a
weird feeling but it was like it was doubly embarrassing because Liz was so
obviously a girl, and I was not only being beaten up by a girl, but about to
possibly have my face sat on my one.

Fortunately, Liz momentarily heeded my pleas scooted back to the original
position that I'd asked her to move from, with my chin now stuffed once again
into her crotch. "You don't want me to sit on your face? Well, I guess if you
ask me nicely I won't have to." She put her hands on her hips, holding me down
just by her pin and her rock hard thighs around my head. "Please don't sit on
my face, Liz." "Pretty please?" Liz had a stern look on her face that brooked
no disobedience. "Pretty please." "Pretty please, what?" Liz looked down at me
again with that same look. "Pretty please don't sit on my face, Liz." I was
totally humiliated at being forced to say those words to a girl. "Good boy."
Liz reached out and patted me on the head like I was her dog or something.
"Ok, I guess I wont' sit on your face now. But if you don't treat me with
respect, I might have to next time. Do you understand? "Yes" "Yes what?" Liz
prodded. "Yes, I understand." "God, you really are stupid," Liz leaned over so
that her face was just a few inches above mine, then she gripped my hair with
her hand and pulled my head back into the ground so that I was staring up at
her, eye to eye. "What do you understand, wimp?" I was terrified at this
point. The only real pain she had put me in was when she had squeezed my head
between her thighs, but that was more than enough. Liz had totally embarrassed
me and we both knew that she could do it again whenever she wanted. Anyone
could see that I had no chance against her just by looking at our bodies. "I
understand that I have to respect you or else you'll sit on my face," I
stammered. "Good, do you respect me now?" Liz smiled down at me, and I could
see she was definitely enjoying her dominance. "Yes, I respect you." I
muttered, humiliated and spent. "What was that," Liz taunted me, "I couldn't
quite hear you, why don't you say that a little louder." "I respect you." I
spoke loudly, my will pretty much broken at this point. "Who do you respect?
Say my name, bitch." I could see Liz was being playful, but I didn't want to
take a chance and disobey her in any way. "I respect you, Liz." "Louder," Liz
playfully slapped me a couple of times on the cheek with her hand. "I Respect
You, Liz" I shouted out almost at the top of my lungs. Suddenly Liz started
laughing and moved back onto my chest, finally freeing my chin from the
humiliating position of being pressed into her spandex clad crotch. I could
see she wasn't as angry at me as she had been before. "I guess you've learned
your lesson, Dan. You really are a wimp though, you gotta hit the gym. Liz
then struck a classic double biceps pose as she sat on me. I just lay there,
totally embarrassed that this teenage girl had not just beat me in wrestling,
but had been so much stronger than me that she had been able to pin me down in
a dominant position for about 5 minutes now, and I had absolutely no chance of
getting out until she decided that I had had enough. As I looked up at her
flexing though, I realized that I had never had a chance from the start. It
was a total mismatch in both size and athletic ability. After flexing for a
few seconds, Liz smiled and got off of me. I quickly jumped up and started to
brush myself off. At just that moment, Jen and Erica walked outside. "So, what
have you guys been up to?" my cute Asian girlfriend asked. "Not much," I
shrugged. "Why is your face all red, Dan?" Let's just say I never thought
about answering that it was red because of the humiliation of having her
amazon friend pin me down and making me beg her not to sit on my face. I drew
a blank, but Liz answered, "Oh, we were just armwrestling. I guess he was
exerting himself a little too hard." "Oh, haha, so who won?" my girlfriend
asked. "Who do you think won?" Liz giggled as she flexed her powerful arm
again. The girls all laughed and I blushed again. "Why do you even bother
armwrestling her, Dan? You know she's like a million times stronger than you?"
Again, the girls laughed, and my face turned even redder. But Jen was right, I
did know for certain that Liz was a lot stronger than me now, unfortunately,
that knowledge didn't prevent me from being on the receiving end of some even
more humiliating beatings from the young, blond amazon.

If people are interested (positive and negative feedback welcomed), I'll write
up part 2 of the story sometime soon. Let's just say that next time I wasn't
lucky enough (or unlucky depending on your view) to avoid the ultimate
humiliation of Liz sitting on my face.