My strong girlfriend
David
My girlfriend demonstrates her strength and how she can use it against me


I was 23 and the time of the true story that I am to relate.

I was sitting on scatter cushions on the floor at my (then) 35 year old
girlfriend's house. She had only recently moved into the house she lives in
with her three kids and had not yet obtained a settee. We had been drinking
for an hour or so when she began commenting on my hair and saying that it
needed cutting shorter. I replied that it was ok but that I would get it cut
sometime. She carried on and asked if I could promise that I would get it cut
first thing on Monday morning. I ended up offering a compromise, by saying
that I promised that it would be cut within a week. She was not content with
this reply and said that seem as I had defied her wishes she would have to cut
it for me- right now!

I have to confess to laughing and saying no thanks. I just wanted to relax for
the evening not let my girlfriend tamper with my hair. She did not speak and
disappeared out of the room and returned carrying some electric hair clippers,
scissors and an old curtain. She plugged in the clippers and spread the
curtain in the middle of the floor. I tried to remain focused on the
television but was not looking forward to what I considered to be an argument
heading my way and her repeatedly demanding that I let her cut it. She then
asked me to sit on the curtain so she could begin cutting my hair. I must
confess that usually when she was wearing her skimpy shorts (as she was now)
she could get me to submit to anything. However, there was no way that I was
letting my girlfriend cut my hair and I told her this bluntly. She just shook
her head and said that if I would not let her she would have to 'do it
anyway'.

Now, I was not worried by this statement as I am a fit guy who works out and
is 5ft 10 tall and weighs 13 stones of mainly toned muscle. She by contrast is
5' 4 and weighs 8 and 3 quarter stones. I knew that she possessed some
strength as I have lifted many heavy items of furniture with her but I did not
even contemplate that she could cut my hair against my will.

I was actually watching the television when I felt her hands grab my arm and
leg. Before I could react I was being dragged across the floor and lifted onto
the curtain. Before I knew it she was straddling my chest with my left arm
placed by my side and trapped firmly against my body by her thigh and my right
hand was trapped beneath her left leg at the back of the elbow, as she sat on
me with my hand behind bent into a uncomfortable position by her left hand. I
tried fighting her off but couldn't and it happened so quickly. She was
squeezing my body hard with her thighs and had me trapped.

She did not speak but gave me a satisfied smile and reached for the clippers
with her free right hand. I began to struggle as I heard the motor begin to
whir. It was no use though, she had me totally immobilized and all I could do
was lay helplessly flat on my back with both my arms taken out of the equation
and my body being squeezed by her legs. To make matters worse she had
tightened her grip on my hand and was twisting it so much that I let out a
muffled groan of pain. She just worked through my cries and carried on working
the clippers across my head. I was in to much pain to worry to much about my
hair and was wincing in agony. After a minute or so she turned the clippers
off and decreased the pressure on my hand and wrist. I was relieved of that I
must admit. She then asked me 'I didn't want to have hurt you, I'm sorry
darling. Will you just lie still for me and I wont have to hurt you any more'.
I was almost too out of breath to answer her but spurted out 'please could you
get off me now- I will let you cut it since you have started. She looked me in
the eye and seemed to contemplate for a few seconds before smiling and me-
re-squeezing my hand and continuing to shave more hair off. I just lay still
and knew there was nothing that I could do. She was too strong and had me in a
hold that I found impossible to escape from. I could tell that she was not
even exerting herself and was capable of putting up a far greater fight than
what she was doing. She was not even struggling!

As I lay there I was aware that I had a rock solid erection. My cock was
straining at my shorts to burst out. I guess this is down to being in such
close physical proximity to the woman who drives me wild. But this was not a
normal situation to be in with her! I was totally powerless against her
strength and the hold she had enforced on me. When she had finished with the
top and sides of my head she released my hand and smiled down at me. I was
pleased she had let go of my hand and took a moment to let the pain stop
throbbing. She then said that she couldn't finish it off properly with me
lying on the floor. I then started pushing her with my right hand- trying to
knock her off me. She just clamped her legs tightly and said 'push all you
like, you will never budge me'. She laughed at this. I then said I would if
she would let my other arm go. She released the grip in her right leg and
lifted it up allowing my arm to free itself from being trapped along my own
body. Her brown eyes remained fixed upon my face and her grin appeared
slightly cheeky.

I now lay there with her legs still gripping my body and her arms folded
waiting for me to make my move. Within a matter of seconds I did. I grabbed
her shoulders and tried pushing her to her right (my left) but she did not
seem to be budging. I adjusted my grip and began pushing again with more
effort this time. My god, she was just holding firm and by now I was straining
and grunting with effort. She just lay with her thighs gripping my body with
her arms folded smiling at my attempt to move her.

I then tried hutching up my legs to buck her off as I then changed my angle of
attack and shifted my effort to removing her from my right side. She responded
by squeezing my body harder with her thighs and each time I put in a
monumental effort to move her she increased the pressure. It did hurt a little
I must admit but the main effect it was having was sapping my strength.
Perspiration was running down my forehead and I was breathing heavily. She
then uncrossed her arms and grabbed both of my wrists and pinned my arms to
the floor. I tried with every inch of strength that I possessed but could not
resist her. She leaned down kissed my forehead and said 'ok up you get'. She
then lifted up her left leg and let me crawl out from beneath her. I was
breathing very heavily indeed and bowed my head for a few moments to gather
back my breath and senses. I felt rather embarrassed by what had happened. I
had been struggling with all my strength and could not budge her or prevent
her cutting my hair against my will. I looked at my girlfriend and she was now
kneeling on the curtain grinning at me with her usual twinkle in her eyes. I
shouted 'why the f*** did you do that! And hurried into the kitchen to survey
the damage in mirror on the wall. It looked a right state- I felt gutted and
so angry at my half cut, even butchered head' I returned to the room shouting
my disapproval at her and the fact that I had work the following morning at
7.00am.

She rose to her feet and said that she had not finished yet. I was so worked
up that logic had gone out of the window and I kept ranting at her about my
messed up hair. At this she grabbed my wrist and pulled me towards her. As she
sat on the floor she pulled me to the floor and held me from behind. She now
had me sat in front of her with my legs stretched out and my back leaning
against her body. She was sitting on the floor with her legs astride my hips
and her arms tightly around me so I could not move away from her. Although her
grip on me was tight and very strong it was also in a loving and reassuring
way that she held me. She calmly said, I would never let you go to work
looking stupid but you will go to work looking as I want you to look. If you
accept this then there is no need to struggle with me. If you don't then it is
no problem for me to just cut it all the same. I will cut it how I want it.
What's it to be?

I lay back in her arms feeling totally defeated yet so angry at the same time.
I was just so desperate to escape her and felt totally humiliated and
inadequate. I thought about my half done hair cut and how silly I would look
for work in the morning. I felt a build up of anger and resentment surfacing
inside me. I then began to exert every sinew of strength in my body towards
escaping form her grip. She responded by gripping my body tighter with her
arms and clamping her knees around my body. I was straining so hard but
getting no where. After a minute or so I gave up and just sat motionless and
exhausted. She leaned round my face and kissed me on the lips and said you
will never win- I am too strong for you. At this moment in time I accepted
that statement as I wanted my hair finishing off as properly as she could
manage it and calmly sat defeated and let her resume my impromptu hair cut.