Christine Owns Me Part III
By  Wildallways



When I woke up for the second time, I was still in Christine's hotel room. As
the fog in my brain slowly cleared, I realized I was on the floor. I could see
all the furniture had been pushed up against the walls of the room, leaving
quit a large space in the middle of the room. I was lying on my back on top of
the blankets and bedspread from the bed, making a makeshift-wrestling mat.
Christine was sitting beside me with my head cradled in her lap. I must've
been out for more then a few minutes for her to accomplish all of this. As I
looked up into her face, she gently brushed the hair from my forehead and
placed her hand on my forehead, holding my head in her lap. As soon as our
eyes made contact, she broke out into another beautiful smile. I noticed
Christine was not wearing any makeup and had a natural beauty to her. Although
not drop dead gorgeous, with her smile and captivating eyes, you just couldn't
take your eyes away from her face. As I would later learn, there was
absolutely nothing fake about Christine. I realized my hands were now untied
but as I tried to sit up, Christine had me pinned to the ground. Her hand was
on my forehead, holding my head in her lap. Her left leg was stretched across
my body from my left shoulder to my right hip pinning my left arm to the
ground. Her right leg ran along my right side, trapping my right arm as well
and her ankles were crossed by my right hip. With her hand holding my
forehead, I could only move my legs, but it was useless. Any move to escape
was countered by Christine's legs, which had my upper body firmly under
control. I could feel the power in her legs and just make out the muscles
under her soft skin contract as I struggled to escape. She placed her finger
on my lips and said shhhhhh, just relax for a moment. I've got you pinned and
your not going anywhere. Trust me, save your strength, you will need it for
later. I wanted to prove to her I could break free, but there was something in
her voice and eyes, that caused me to stop struggling. This woman knocked me
out twice and now had me firmly pinned to the ground and I was following her
instructions to not resist her. She was already controlling me physically, but
in my mind I had not submitted to her yet.

I looked up into her eyes and asked her why she knocked me out a second time
as I agreed to wrestle her. She smiled down at me and said she couldn't help
it. Feeling my neck between her thighs and seeing how I was helpless and under
her control was such a turn on. As she bent down to kiss me a feeling came
over her as she slowly tightened her thighs around my neck. Christine said she
didn't want to knock me out, but watching my face and knowing I was helpless
because of the power she had over me was turning her on. She said she took her
time knocking me out and really enjoyed feeling me struggle against her legs,
watching my eyes and face as I slowly drifted into unconsciousness. She wanted
that feeling to last as along as possible and kept me on the edge of
consciousness as long as possible. The incredible feeling of power she had
over me at the moment I lost consciousness was orgasmic and intoxicating. She
said she knew I was completely knocked out as my body became totally relaxed
and my eyes closed. She kept the pressure on for a few more seconds, as she
knew she would need the time to prepare the room. Once she had the furniture
cleared, she stripped the bed, placing the sheets, blankets and bedspread on
the floor. I was still unconscious when she was done. She said I looked so
peaceful lying on the floor and she felt a little guilty knocking me out the
second time, but couldn't forget the immense feeling of power she had over me.
She untied my hands and sat behind me, placing my head in her lap. Christine
didn't know how I was going to react when I woke up so she placed her leg over
me and when she felt me stirring she knew I was regaining consciousness and
placed her hand on my head to keep me from freaking out. I told her that it
was getting a little frustrating being knocked out by her. She said that I
enjoyed being knocked out by her as my body tensed up when she tightened her
thighs around my neck. I knew I couldn't physically stop her with my hands
tied behind my back and her position sitting over me. I knew what was about to
happen and actually was prepared for it. There was something about this woman
having total control over me that was actually turning me on as well. Although
I didn't tell Christine, this was the feeling I had been searching for during
my adult life.

As Christine began to explain the rules, I realized I was becoming attracted
to her. She was the most confident woman I had ever met. Her eyes and face
gave off an extreme intelligence that I had never experienced in my past
relationships. Her voice was so pleasing and relaxing I had a hard time
concentrating on her words. I never believed in love at first sight, but with
Christine, I was beginning to rethink that theory. She was everything I had
been searching for all my life. Christine was confident, intelligent and not
afraid to go after what she wanted. She had a natural beauty that I found
mesmerizing. I focused on her words as she explained the rules. Christine said
that even though she earlier said it was going to be a best of three wrestling
match she asked if I would mind making it the best of five. She said that
after the feeling she had knocking me out twice she wanted more of that. She
didn't want to limit it to just two matches and wanted to defeat me again and
again and feel my body submit to her control. I told her she was going to be
disappointed as she was the one that was going to lose in a one on one match
with me. I agreed to wrestle her in a best of five competition and to not get
upset when she lost to me. I was actually looking forward to our contest and
knew she would be a worthy opponent. Christine said she wasn't worried about
that and regardless of the outcome, she still wanted to continue seeing me. I
too felt the same way but I wasn't going to admit that to her just yet. As for
the rules, Christine said it was to be a best of five competition. The loser
would have to submit to a "do anything". I asked her what she meant by a "do
anything" and Christine said it was simple. The loser had to do anything the
winner wanted. I wasn't too sure about that but it sounded innocent enough and
I agreed since I felt confident I was going to win. Little did I know what
Christine's "do anything" would become during our wrestling match?

Christine said the match would be wrestling, grappling or control holds only.
There was to be no closed fists or punching. No knee or elbow strikes or head
butting. Violating that rule resulted in instant disqualification for that
match. If you were in a control hold that could result in a serious injury you
could verbally submit and your opponent had to release the hold. You would
then move to the center of the room and start on your hands and knees with
your opponent in any position on you that they wanted. There was to be no time
limit. The loser tapping the floor or the other person's body three times, or
losing consciousness would decide each match. There would be a ten-minute
recovery period between each round that would start as soon as you tap out or
regain consciousness. I mentioned to Christine that having knocked me out
twice now and mentioning knocking out in our wrestling match that she was
becoming a little obsessed with this consciousness thing. Christine said that
losing consciousness was the ultimate submission. At anytime during the match,
you could tap out, ending the match. Even though your body is capable of
continuing, the mind may have already given up. Or if placed into a hold that
would drain your energy you could tap out and conserve your strength, not
having really tried to exhaustion to break free. But losing consciousness is
the ultimate surrender. There is no doubt that you lost that match. The winner
would have total control over your body. They could allow you to live by
releasing the hold or could just as easily end your life by maintaining the
pressure. Christine said just thinking about that ultimate control got her
excited. I said killing me got her excited. Christine smiled at me and said no
silly, knocking you out turns me on. I would never want to kill you. I have
too much that I want to do with you and to you. I asked her what she meant by
that and she said I would see in due time. She said enough talk and asked if I
agreed to the rules. I so wanted to wrestle her and couldn't think of any
reason why I shouldn't. I told Christine I agreed to the rules and said lets
do this. She bent down and kissed me again and released me. Although each kiss
was brief and lasted just a moment, I could feel the passion and intensity
emanating from her lips. I knew that making love to this woman would be the
most incredible experience I had ever felt in my lifetime.

I sat up and began to remove my shoes. I was looking at Christine as I removed
my shoes and mentioned she should take hers off as well. I now really took the
time to look at Christine, no longer as a beautiful woman, but as my opponent.
She had shoulder length blond hair, beautiful green eyes and that captivating
smile. As she stood up I put her height about 5'7. I earlier estimated her
weight at 140 but after my easy defeat at her hands, I was upping that by
adding another 10 pounds for muscle, putting her weight at 150. I was 37 and
she was six years younger at 31. I stood 6'2" and weighed 220. I wasn't fat
but I wasn't in the best shape of my life. I figured my height and weight
advantage would overcome any strength advantage she might have. Christine
moved with a confidence and did not seemed concerned about what was about to
happen. Although her body was not muscular like a bodybuilder or fitness
competitor, you could see the subtle signs of the strength she possessed. You
could vaguely see her biceps as she put her hair into a ponytail. When she had
untied her shoes, you could make out the muscle in her legs. Judging the size
of her arms, I knew I had her beat in upper body strength. However, her legs
were incredible. They were thick, bigger in circumference then my legs and I
felt we might be about even in the leg department. I knew I would have to stay
away from her legs from my earlier contact with them. There was no doubt that
Christine was very feminine but she had an underlying solidness about her that
could easily be overlooked by her natural beauty and that ever-present
disarming smile. Having felt her "hidden" strength, I felt sorry for anyone
that challenged Christine in any sort of physical confrontation. They would
have no idea what they were getting into. I was confident I would win the
matches because I had a taste of what Christine could do physically and I was
mentally prepared. I knew I would have to be careful and any wrong move could
easily result in my defeat. I knew she possessed more strength then any other
woman I had been with before, but what I didn't know was how strong her mental
strength was. Christine caught me looking at her and asked if I was sizing her
up. I was embarrassed at being caught but admitted that yes I was. I wanted to
see what I was truly up against. Christine smiled at me, motioned me towards
her as she got into a wrestlers stance and said come over and find out...