Gia and Nikki and the Death and Destruction of Dustmite Domming From the Bottom
by Dustmite



Here are a couple of points about this review.

1. For a number of years, I've made a good chunk of my living doing various
types of writing which require attention to details. I also write session
reviews quickly and off of the top of my head with little editing out of
material. This means the reviews can get a little long winded. I think this
review will be pretty entertaining for most of those who have the patience to
read through it. One thing I hope it conveys is that while sessions are partly
about exploring individual fantasies, they can also teach. I consider myself a
pretty "liberated" guy at this point in my life and life has taught me that
women are capable of doing just about anything men do. At the same time, I'm a
big, strong man, and a former jock, and I tend to underestimate the physical
and athletic capacity of women. I'll probably always be physically protective
of women to an almost patronizing degree, but a session like this one can help
remind me that women have the capacity to be a lot less physically vulnerable
and fragile than most men realize.

2. This review should also illustrate the strength of personality and
confidence these two women have. They had every intention to make it clear to
me that I underestimated them. They also had a clear goal of wearing me down
to a point of complete physical vulnerability. Participating in a session like
this takes a degree of trust on my part. What impressed me more than anything
else about the session, however, was their ability to read me and trust me. No
matter how tough they are, the physical reality was that they were dealing
with a very physically powerful man, twice their size that they had just met.
In the wrong mindset, I'm very capable of causing serious physical damage. In
reality, unless I'm protecting myself or someone else and I feel legitimately
threatened or majorly fucked with, I'm pretty mellow. They had no way of
knowing this though, other than through their own instincts and their ability
to read me during the session. They put themselves in some potentially very
vulnerable situations in order to intensify the session. I think this sense of
shared risk and trust made the session that much cooler for me.

3. In no way do I mean to suggest that every session they do is this wild. I
have no doubt that if I had asked them to take it down a notch or to stop
using certain tactics that they would have. I think it would have detracted
considerably from my session, but someone else shouldn't be concerned about
doing a session with them if mine sounded a little over the top to them.

Gia and Nikki and the Death and Destruction of Dustmite Domming From the
Bottom

After a nearly two-year hiatus, I recently did a couple of wrestling sessions.
They were both good sessions, but the most recent one had to have been the
wildest and roughest one I have had. The session was with Gia and Nikki out of
Chicago. I've definitely learned that in addition to a lot of other things I
enjoy about sessions, one of the main draws is a Hooters meets X-Games type of
rush with just a lot of crazy physical play with attractive women. My session
interest is primarily in wilder physical two-on-one sessions at this point, if
it was ever really anything else.

I'm definitely drawn to a power exchange element in the sessions, but this is
primarily out of an attraction for me to women being aggressive and liking to
feel empowered as opposed to dependent or helpless. I also like to playfully
fuck with people in general, and I get a real kick out of it in sessions when
the women get fired up and want to retaliate for this type of stuff. The thing
is, despite all of this, I'm not really submissive, and, for the most part, I
don't have a natural inclination to want to be dominated. This has led to a
couple of really wild sessions.

The session with Nikki and Gia was different than any one I had done
previously for a number of reasons. One thing it illustrated to me is that I
have been tending to "top from the bottom" to varying degrees during most of
my sessions. I have been doing this through sheer size and physical power and
probably, to some degree, through the concern of the women to try and make the
session fit my request. (to the extent that is possible) I generally make a
vague request for a two-on-one session in which the women wrestle me in some
form which allows them to wear me down and take the upper-hand by the end of
the session. I don't have a more specific image of what I want from a session.

In some sessions, my topping from the bottom has simply involved me throwing
my physical power around when it is at its height at the beginning of a
session to help ensure that I wrestle in a two-on-one match instead of a tag
team match. In one session, I went in to turtle mode, and physically refused
to be turned over and dominated even though the women had pushed me around for
almost the whole session, and had earned the chance to pin me down and
dominate me. (and were trying their damnedest to do so) In most sessions I
have teased the women when they couldn't submit me in the hopes that this
would get them more aggressive. I have also often had to ease up while still
being able to dictate much of the form and pace in which I'm worn down by the
women. When I tried to top from the bottom with Gia and Nikki, they called me
on it in a big way. There was a power play about the pace and form of the
session, and they won out big time. The funny thing is that Gia and Nikki are
each literally half of my size.

Even before the session started, they clearly weren't intimidated by me. Gia
rolled her eyes and smirked when I said that I prefer to be left go after I
submit or when I ask for a break. They both gave me the same perplexed look
that Christine Marshall and Ziggy gave me when I tried to suggest that, due to
my size and strength, we start on our knees and that I don't try any offense
until we feel out how we match up. The look is what I would call the "Dude get
a grip, you are about to wrestle us both at the same time and we do this for a
living, we are going to kick the crap out of you no matter how strong you are,
so shut up and let us start kicking your ass," look. I believe they were
intent on turning this into domination as quickly as possible. Meanwhile, I
was thinking I might have to go a little easy on them, because they were so
small. I even considered trying three-on-one because of their small size. I
figured they would eventually wear me down, but that it might be a little
comical for a while. It was comical, but not how I expected it to be. Anyone
who thinks smaller women can't hurt big, strong men hasn't experienced
anything like this. If I hadn't experienced it I would not have believed it.

We did start on our knees, and I could tell in seconds that I really
underestimated them. They basically illustrated that when two women know how
to submit you from both the front and back and they are serious about doing
it, that two-on-one grappling on the ground is pure folly. In previous
two-on-one sessions I generally only had to deal with one women who was good
at chokes and rear attacks and if I could keep her in front of me I could
battle for a while until I wore down. That wasn't the case in this session and
the wrestling on the ground was brutal. Nikki was a lot tougher than I
expected and Gia was a flat out vicious little kick-ass scrapper who was way
stronger than she looked. I couldn't control them both for any extended time
and when one of them got loose they would go right for my back. They were
whirling around me. All I can relate it to is the medic in the final big
battle scene of the movie Platoon, who jumps in a fox hole and yells "They're
everywhere! I cant do anything!" When Nikki got my back and I wrestled with
Gia in front of me I was in serious trouble. When it was vice-versa, I was
finished. Next to Helen, Gia was by far the best woman I've met when it comes
to attacking an opponent's back, and in this session, Gia was way more brutal
than Helen's more controlled style. I tried to cover up in turtle-mode and
they pried my arms and pulled my legs out and Gia would dig her elbow into my
back or pull on my hair. When she couldn't get my chin up she started
scissoring me from behind. I believe she started by digging her shins into my
lowest ribs and then ultimately giving me a full scissors digging into those
ribs. At the same time, Nikki would grab one of my arms or legs or help push
or pull me into a more vulnerable position. This was some of the most
agonizing pain I've felt in a session and Gia is 5'3" #120 while I'm 6'4" and
#250 with a 37" waist. She was so precise in targeting the scissors at those
ribs. If I tried to work out of the scissors she would go for a rear choke. If
I fought that she would tighten the scissors. She wasn't screwing around, and
I would quickly wind up tapping to one or the other. We probably did three or
four falls over the first ten minutes and they were killing me. Gia's scissors
left my lowest ribs sore for days. In fact the lowest rib in my back is still
a little tender more than a week later. I don't know how she usually applies
them, but at that force and precision, they would have to seriously crack ribs
on guys or women with smaller rib cages (i.e. most people). Gia said that I
better stop giving her my back and I asked her what else I should do. She said
I should get my back on the mat. I said I would probably be as bad or worse
off dealing with them both while on my back. I don't remember her exact
response, but her sentiments were more or less that she knew that, but she
wanted me on my back on the mat and if I kept leaving her climb on my back she
would keep hurting me. I knew from previous experience that while I could
probably slow down the rate of submissions for a while, if I went to my back
they would get by my defense and be on top of me wearing me down. I also knew
that if that happened the match would get really ugly really quick and it
would get to a complete domination level way before I wanted it to. At the
same time, my ribs couldn't take much more of Gia's scissors.

Fortunately, when I got up for a drink their eyes got a little bigger than
their stomachs and they decided they wanted to try taking me down from a
standing position. This saved me, because I'm a lot more experienced and a
whole lot tougher from a standing position and I knew they wouldn't be able to
take me down. I started grabbing them and swinging them together and telling
them they were slam dancing. Gia tried some BJJ-type take down involving
trapping and tripping one of my legs while pulling on one my arms in an effort
to drag me down into a guard position. It was silly. I could literally walk
around the mat with her on me trying this while I fended off Nikki and told
them they would have to do a lot better. I swept Gia down to the mat a couple
of times using a basic judo sweep called osoto gari just to break the
monotony.

I now developed a plan for the session. Given my request for a playful
semi-competitive session, my plan should have been to playfully take them down
and then get the ass kicking on the ground that I deserved for underestimating
them this much. The thing is, I wasn't ready for that yet, and I'm not sure my
ego was either. Instead, I figured I'd drag them around a while and maybe even
grab a couple of submissions from a standing position. I might let them take
me down a couple times to even things out. Eventually I would suggest that we
go to our knees where they could finish wearing me down and take out their
frustrations. It seemed like a fun plan, and it was foolproof because they
couldn't take me down. I could also tell by their personalities that they
would never request that we go back to our knees after they initiated the
stand up. I felt firmly in control of the pace and form of the session. In
reality, they put up with my little plan for all of about four minutes and
then the session took a completely different turn.

After four or five minutes of my "plan," I had swung Nikki a few feet away and
I was pulling Gia into a front headlock when Gia suddenly punched me in my
stomach. The punch wasn't that hard, but it startled me and she gave me a
wicked grin. I brushed it off and moved forward only to have each of them
punch me. Each of them then reached up and slapped me and studied my reaction
while taunting me. (I'm assuming they were observing me to make sure I didn't
all of a sudden turn into a #250 asshole-nut job) I don't have any type of
beat down fetish, and to be honest, I wasn't initially thrilled, and I was a
little stunned. (although given the context, I have to say I did get a "kick"
out of it) When I went after them again, knees and kicks came as well as
punches including some light ones to the face and even neck. I didn't know how
to react and I feigned a couple of punches and palm-heel strikes, but they
read me like a book. They understood that as long as they kept the blows to
stun level and didn't try to actually harm me, I would take everything they
dished out. All three of us knew I had it coming after setting up a
semi-competitive match with women half my size and then switching to my "plan"
primarily because they were too tough for me on the ground. (Nikki actually
said something to that effect when I whined a bit about some of their tactics
later in the session) I just had no idea they were really that bold until I
experienced this. When I would throw a little roundhouse tap of a kick they
would just tease me about not being able to deal with women half my size
hitting me. When I gave a real light slap to each of them they would tease me
about cat fighting like a girl. I finally resorted to pushing them onto a
couch at the edge of the mat and holding them down and perhaps plucking their
head or giving them a noogie. I don't think I could have said "Please Don't
hit me so hard" with a straight face so short of hitting them back or running
out the door this is the only way I could stop getting hit. When I would do
this, they would pinch, slap, pull hair, kick, or anything else to get me off
of them and eventually they would get loose. If I stood up, they would start
cornering me again with kicks, knees and punches until I took them onto the
couch again. If I held on to them too long, they would trap me down on the
couch, and their eyes would really light up as they would jump on top of me,
wrap around me and really dominate me. It was worse then being down on the mat
because I was basically stuck pushed into the couch in a seated position with
them on top of me and wrapped around me using the back of the couch as a
fulcrum point for various joint and wrist locks.

We went back and forth like this for a while except that each time we went
back to the couch they kept me down for more and more submissions before
letting me up. This started wearing me down and I would get easier and easier
to handle on the couch and even to knock around while standing. I had one
final highlight where I somehow convinced them I wanted to take a picture of
them sitting on the couch. They were fine with that and they sat there sort of
posing. I couldn't believe they fell for it. (I don't even own a camera) I
jumped on them while they were sitting there, and I crushed Gia's water
bottle. They eventually worked free and really came after me. It reached a
point where they were just toying with me on the couch and I was almost a
little afraid of getting caught there. After one long couch beating I was
exhausted and they drug me down to the mat for various chokes, scissors, and
neck cranks without letting me go. We had been going at it for a little over
an hour at that point and either one of them could handle me individually by
then. I was so beaten that Gia sat on me and started punching my stomach
forcing me to try and block the punches while Nikki sat her ass right on my
head. They were both laughing as they had been for a while. This wasn't a
fantasy face sit. This was about making it clear that I was completely beaten,
and they could do anything they wanted to me. I could relate to the stories
I've read about videos where people complain that some big guy can't really be
trying when he looks like he is just lying there.

After a few final head scissors and chokes, and some more taunting, they let
me go. I took a major beating. I had black and blue marks from pinches,
bruises on my forearms, a few small welts on my chest and arms, three bite
marks on my arms, sore ribs, a pair of two-foot long scratch marks on my back,
and probably a couple of dozen small abrasions on my arms, back, and chest.
Gia pointed out to me that "There is more than one way to wear down a big
guy." They both seemed quite pleased with themselves, and while they teased
me, they were actually very friendly after we stopped wrestling. The other
cool thing is, that despite how rough the session was, an hour after it was
over and I had re-hydrated and rested I could have gone through it again.
Other than sore ribs and one of the bite marks being a little irritated, I
didn't feel bad at all.

Explaining all of the marks in my real life was another thing and I have to
give warning that it is clearly the biggest drawback to this kind of session.
I managed to talk my way out of them, but I almost had some issues in my real
life and it does make me a little wary about doing anything this wild again.
Still, this was a blast, and if I do session again, I would definitely session
with Nikki and Gia again and recommend them to others into wilder matches.
(I'm sure they are good at other types of sessions as well) You have to love
that type of fight, boldness, and aggression from women that size. They are
serious little ass kickers. Its completely counter to everything I've been
taught about and have experienced from women. That's the main reason I got
into this shit to begin with.

Dustmite