Broken in by my Girlfriend
by Harold Stonicifer



I first noticed how strong girls could be when I was a junior in high school.
I had stayed after school for some reason and had ended up in the gym, where
the girls gymnastics team was training. One of these girls was a senior. At
5'10" she was an inch taller than me and had grown too tall to compete, but
still liked to train with the team. She had large, firm breasts, a phenomenal
ass, and full, powerful looking thighs. Her arms were solid and toned, and her
stomach was flat and and taut. I watched as she let herself fall backwards
into a handstand with ease, did a split, and then rolled forward and popped
back onto her feet. Like most guys, I took it for granted that I was stronger
than girls, and in my case, I was in better shape than most guys, too. I knew
guys had a natural advantage, but watching this girl, I was positive she could
beat up at least half the guys in my class. Most of these guys were out of
shape nerds who had never been in a fight or physically competed in their
lives, and at 5'10", Xana was physically taller and heavier than a lot of
these guys, too. The thought of being beaten up by a girl is so humiliating
that most guys are in denial that a such a thing is even possible, but helping
her roll up the matts and carry them to the storage closet, I was shocked by
the ease with which she picked up her end of the 200lbs matt, and knew from
prior experience moving similar objects with guys that she was at least as
strong as if not stronger than just about all my guy friends.

My friend Becky must have figured out what I was thinking. She told me that a
lot of these girls were very strong, and that most could easily overpower the
average guys around their size. One girl, Daniel, was a year younger than me
and the same height as my 5'9". She was also on the gymnastics team. We
flirted with each other, and one day we had a contest in the hall, trying to
see who could push who back against the wall. I tried my hardest, but she had
me pinned back against the wall in seconds. We both laughed, and I told myself
that I could've tried harder if I was really serious, but I was still
surprised by how strong she was.

So I accepted that some girls were a lot stronger than I thought was possible,
and that the particularly athletic girls could probably beat up a lot of the
wimpy guys in our school, but the idea of me personally losing to a girl still
seemed absurd to me. Unless she was an olympic athlete or a 6ft tall ninja, it
just wasn't possible.

One day, Xana and I were goofing around and decided to play mercy. After a few
seconds of what I thought was a draw, she asked if I was ready to start. I
lied and told her I was ready whenever she was. She counted to 3 and I tried
my hardest, but she had me on my knees in seconds. I had no idea that a girl
could be that strong. I told myself I had underestimated her, and that I'd
been sexually distracted. It was embarrassing, but at least she was bigger and
older than me, and an athlete. Still, the possibility that she might beat me
in a real fight didn't even occur to me. Fooling around was one thing, but in
a real fight, I was sure I would win, and that she knew this too. I admitted
that she had beat me, but told her I bet I could still take her in a real
fight. I was surprised when she laughed at me. She told me that she would
wreck me in about 2 seconds. I had been in fights before and won and was no
wimp, but this meant nothing to her. She figured she was so much stronger than
me that none of this mattered.

I knew that female domination was a sexual reality of instinct. Men can't help
being aroused by fit, attractive women, regardless of the situation, and this
arousal is a huge physical and mental distraction. Xana sexually owned me. She
could arouse me at will. And her strength was truly shocking at the time,
despite her size and athleticism. Being in a real fight is a viscious and
shocking thing, especially the first time, and I still didn't believe that she
could really beat me, but I was wary enough of her to let the discussion go at
that. Even if she was stronger than me, how would she react the first time I
really punched her in the face? Most people are shocked and startled into
either freezing or giving up. The first time you really get hurt is a
difficult surprise to overcome. I was convinced that she would fold the first
time I really hurt her. The possibility that she might really hurt me, or that
so far, all indications were in her favor, didn't even cross my mind.

My first girlfriend was 5'3", 100lbs, and extremely fit. She had experience
wrestling with her sisters and her male friends growing up, and a naturally
dominant, aggressive attitude. The first time we wrestled, I was surprised by
her strength and she ended up pinning me, but I wasn't really trying my
hardest and we both knew it. I figured that we both took it for granted that
in a real contest, of course I would win. I was shocked when she told me that
she knew she could beat me, no matter how hard I tried, and not just in
wrestling, but even in a real fight. I thought she was arrogant, and that her
attitude was dangerous. She told me I was the arrogant one for assuming I
could win, and that I let her win because I was afraid to face the possibility
that I might lose anyway, no matter how hard I tried.

Losing to a girl around my size at mercy is one thing, but being physically
dominated by a girl this significantly smaller than me would be unbelievably
humiliating, and I just didn't think it was possible. She was strong and fit,
but I was no slouch either, and I was a good 6 inches taller and 30lbs heavier
than her. I figured when we really wrestled, she would be shocked by my full
strength and quickly be brought back to reality.

What I had blocked out of my memory were the many times she had tested me. She
would slap or insult me or otherwise humiliate me enough to make me angry and
really try to fight back, but as she kept winning, I would quickly reduce my
efforts and laugh it all off. I was afraid to really keep trying, because deep
down, I knew that I would probably lose anyway, and I just wasn't ready to
admit this to myself. But after laughing at her and telling her it was time to
bring her back to reality, I couldn't back down when she told me to prove it
if I felt so confident.

We agreed to wrestle for real, and that I would try my hardest. We started
facing each other in kneeling positions on the floor. I quickly grabbed her
shoulders and knocked her backwards. As I tried to grab her arms, she
scissored my kidneys with her legs so hard I would have instantly surrendered
if I had been able to speak. I could barely even breath. She rolled me over
with her legs, then clamped her legs around mine while grabbing my wrists with
her hands and pinning my arms to the ground. She dug her elbows into my biceps
hard as she squeezed my thighs together so hard I involuntarily yelled out.
She eased up and looked down into my eyes. She had beaten me in under 30
seconds and we both knew it. I was completely helpless and at her mercy.

She let me up and rubbed her right arm, saying she had hurt herself, and this
was why girls shouldn't beat up boys. When I admitted that she had beat me,
but told her she hadn't really beaten me up, she laughed and said that she
could of, and we both knew it. When I tried to laugh it off and told her I
thought I could still probably beat her at boxing, she laughed at me again and
told me I better stop before I really embarrassed myself.

She asked me if I wanted to try again and I said sure. This time she took the
offensive, grabbing my wrists as I reached for her shoulders and pushing me
back with her thighs. She jumped up to use her weight as she moved forward and
knocked me back, landing with her knees on my biceps as she yanked up on my
wrists. The pain was unbearable. I yelled out for her to please stop. My head
was almost between her thighs as she sat straddling my chest. I reached up
with my legs to try and grab her with them but she elbowed my thighs as they
came toward her and looked down at me smirking. She asked me if I gave up and
I nodded my head yes.

I admitted that she had beat me, but told her that in a real fight, we would
start standing up. She quickly agreed to start again from a standing position.
We locked up and I was surprised by the strength of her legs as she drove me
back. I tried to duck down to the side and grab her legs, but she anticipated
this and moved with me, flinging me to the ground before I could reach her
legs and quickly bending my left arm behind my back as she wrapped her right
around my neck and forced me down to the ground on my stomach. She sat on my
back and straddled my torso with her thighs as she kept my left arm twisted
behind my back and continued to choke me with her her right arm. I tried to
elbow her thigh with my free right arm, and mercifully, she released my neck
to grab my right arm instead, which she also twisted behind my back. Again, I
was helpless in less than 30 seconds, face down on the floor with both of my
arms pinned behind my back. She leaned down to whisper in my ear and told me
she could break my arms if she wanted to. She asked me if I gave up and I
nodded yes.

From that point on, she beat me everytime we wrestled. She even let me start
on top of her pinning her a few times, and she still beat me. When I walked by
her, she would slap my ass, and tell me she wouldn't protect me if I shot off
my mouth when we went out. She was always the dominant one in the
relationship, but now she was clearly physical dominant, too, and this took
getting used to. She looked so sexy in her bra and panties, so feminine and
sweet, that it was hard to accept the fact that she could kick my ass if she
felt like it. She reminded me of this often. Whenever she complained about
some guy she worked with and talked about kicking his ass, and I reminded her
how dangerous it might be to fight a guy, she quickly asked me who won every
time we wrestled, and who I thought would win if we ever got into a real
fight?

It was while we were having sex that I finally appreciated just how much
stronger her body was than mine. She would never let me be on top anymore, and
with one arm behind my back, she would often raise my upper body off the bed
as she dug her other hand into my ass. She had established her complete
physical superiority, and we both knew it.