ANOTHER ADVENTURE FOR PATRICIA JONES 
BY Patricia Jones
A young writer proves to a man that what she wrote is the truth


The names in this story are fictitious. Any similarities with persons living
or dead is purely coincidental

It's nice to be famous. Be famous, but also beautiful and rich. I have always
been a beautiful girl, but my passion for writing has made me a woman rich and
famous too. And I have not had to work with the imagination. It was enough
that I told in my book about my life, my real life, and money and fame arrived
promptly.

On the other hand, my life has been full of events and different from all
other women, and this has developed a lot of curiosity among the readers. And
so my book, <The life of Patricia Jones> is becomes the best-selling book of
the year in first place in the sales charts for several weeks. All this,
telling in detail of my life, starting with my passion for martial arts that
is the source of everything else. Ever since I was a child I practiced judo
and karate and I have become a champion at world level, but later I also
started practicing kick-boxing and aikido which I soon became an expert. I can
certainly consider myself a lethal weapon. But I didn't stop here and I also
strengthened my body working hard in the gym with weights. All this for years,
meticulously spending every spare moment of my life to this passion. But
another passion has characterized my life: the domination of all men I have
met. I dominated them with my strength, of course, having been much stronger
than any man with whom I have ever to deal, including the sportsmen and those
very athletic, but I have done this also with my beauty. I am 6.07 feet high,
with a past as a model and I have long hair blacks that from time to time I
have dyed and changed depending on my mood, deep blue eyes, a practically
perfect face, and a body sculpted by many years of hard training, with abs of
steel, so tough that anyone who gives a fist against them, it could mean
surely a fractured hand for him. Another detail of my beauty is definitely my
breasts. My tits are very plentiful although perfectly normal, hard as a rock
which sends men into raptures, especially when I put them in evidence with my
very low-cut shirts. In fact, my clothing has always been very sexy and
provocative and this has helped me to subjugate men. No man could resist me
when I decided to take him and all of them have been madly in love with me,
crying uncontrollably when after a while I got tired of them, asking me not to
leave them on their knees, telling me that they would continue to obey me
throughout their life and that they would have accepted everything from me,
including beatings that I have never skimped against them, betrayal and the
violence that I have loved to inflict them.

And all that I have written in my book without neglecting the harshness with
which I acted with them and making a detailed description of the erotic
moments, without shame.

It has been a success that I would not have expected. And so I have become
Patricia, the writer, after having been the champion of martial arts and the
dominatrix violent and inflexible. But with the success, many commitments have
come: press conferences, interviews, autographs, all very rewarding but also
very boring. and today, here I am in a bookstore full of people to whom I must
autograph my book. Oh my God how many they are!

When I will have finished signing, my hand will hurt me. But this is the price
of success and I have to stick to these rules. Almost an hour has passed and
finally the queue is over. Only one reader has remained and it's a man in his
thirties, more or less my age, definitely charming and with an athletic body
and cheeky smile. I'm thinking that since a few weeks I don't have sex because
of my busy schedules and this man seems to be the ideal male to spend a
beautiful day and having sex just I like it. He comes in front of me with the
book in his hand

" To whom I must do the dedication?" I say to him with a big smile on my face

" My name is Matt, Matt Scott, but I don't want your dedication"

" So what do you want?" I reply quietly, still smiling. I'm thinking that he's
remained on the sidelines and has waited until the last so that he can remain
alone with me. Maybe he wants to attempt an approach with me. I usually don't
accept the courtship of men, but I prefer to take the initiative with them. I
like the role reversal that I find much more exciting. But maybe with Matt, I
could make an exception. Meanwhile, he looks at me almost defiant " In my
opinion, you've told only a pack of lies"

" What are you babbling about?" I respond with wonder. The smile has
disappeared from my face and I'm starting to get angry. If this fucker doesn't
believe in what I have written, why he came here?

" You got it right. I believe that most of what you wrote is false. I cannot
believe that a woman might be able to do what you told in the book" I'm going
to chase him away. I really hate that people might think I'm a liar, but I
don't want to create trouble in the bookstore, although I would have a great
desire to prove to him what I'm worth. But I have not intention to destroy the
place. It would be bad publicity for me

" If you don't want my dedication, then my commitment here is finished"

I stand up rather angry. My considerable height with the addition of my usual
5 inches heels, makes sure that I look him from the top downwards, even
despite his height is remarkable and perhaps he is only 1 inch shorter than
me. I'm wearing a cream-colored suit, with the jacket open just enough to put
in evidence my breasts and short skirt that barely covers my ass. On the other
hand, when I have to meet the public, my fans, I must absolutely get dressed
in the way I described myself in the book. Not to mention that I like very
much to excite men showing my perfect shapes and feeling their looks on me.
And Matt is not an exception to the rule. He observes me. I see his eyes
admiring first my breast and then down on my legs and I smile seeing him
swallow nervously. It's obvious that he finds me very attractive

" You are really very beautiful, but I already knew this before I met you. I
have seen your photos, the interviews you've done on television, but what I
don't believe is that you are so strong as you tell in the book. You have
written of having defeated any man against whom you have struggled and even to
have submitted several men at the same time, after defeating them. So here, I
don't think you can go that far " I burst out laughing. I knew that many
people could not believe what I was telling in the book, but I didn't think
someone could say it in my face

"And how I could prove it to you? We cannot fight here. It does not matter. If
you don't believe, if you don't trust of my sincerity, I don't care. My life
will not change, "I'm going to move away so haughty, a little disappointed for
the evolution of this meeting, but the man's voice echoes in the book store by
now emptied of my fans

" If it's true what you say, prove it to me. Prove to me that you are really
able to beat a man, even a guy like me, tall and sturdy"

" Where? I have already told you that obviously this isn't the right place and
I'm not going to make you come to my house. In my house only my men may come
and you're not one of them"

" Then you could come to my house. I live not far from here and in few minutes
we could reach my apartment. Therefore, if you are really strong as you say
you are, you shouldn't be afraid of me " I sigh. It's sure that this young man
can not absolutely put fear to a woman like me. I don't know him and I don't
know if he is an athlete or not, but I know for sure that even if he was a
martial arts champion, he would have no chance against me. In my life I have
faced many men who believed they were unbeatable and I have always beaten
them. If anything, it should be him to be afraid of me and to take several
risks against me. I'm really very strong and despite knowing dose my strength
quite well, not infrequently I have caused serious damages to the men that I
enjoyed to subdue. I think about it a bit. I have nothing to do now. Between
about an hour, I have a date with a man that I decided to subdue, but I like
Matt a lot more. Anyway, the other man knows me very well and above all he
knows my strength and my abilities in martial arts and he will not dare to
make a grievance if I had to be late. And then I just want to have fun and to
give a lesson to this guy

" All right. But you will have to sign a sheet in which you exempt me from any
liability for any damage I could get to you" Matt evidently wasn't expecting
this request to me, and in fact his face turns surprised, but then he sighs
and accepts. I just think that this guy will soon understand that everything I
wrote is true because he's going to live an extraordinary adventure. Soon, he
will discover what it means the real female superiority. Or maybe that is what
he wants? Perhaps he just wants to be dominated by a woman like me? His
purpose may be just what, but whatever idea he has in mind, I have already
made my choice

It doesn't take much time to reach the house of Matt which is really very
close to the book store. It's the classic home of a single man, but very tidy
and clean. He offers me a drink and then he starts to move the furniture to
make room for our struggle. I see that he makes a major effort and I feel like
smiling. That furniture he's moving with great difficulty, are very
lightweight for me, but I say nothing. For the moment I don't want to show
off. When Matt ends, I make him sign the sheet on which I write that he
assumes the responsibility for what happens. I'm not going to risk a complaint
for assault. In the meantime, I have observed him, enjoying myself to see Matt
as he watched my long legs crossed and his clumsy attempts to not be
discovered. It's always a great pleasure for me to note the effect that I make
to men, knowing to be considered a beautiful woman, and to be able to play
with them at my leisure. But now the time has come to prove to Matt my
strength and my ability and therefore, I get up from the armchair going in
front of him in a defiant way

" So Matt, tell me. What would you do?"

" Say you to me. You are the expert in these situations while for me it's the
first time"

I know much irony in that answer. Very well! It will mean that I'll be even
harder than I wanted and so his punishment will be even more painful

" Let's do this! We will fight, each of us with its own capabilities and I
will take only five minutes to subdue you, forcing you to kneel at my feet. If
I were not able to do so, I promise to include in my next book that you're the
only man who was able to resist me. You'll get a lot of publicity and many
women shall fall at your feet. But if you lose, and I'll be able to submit you
at the appointed time, I'll tell all the details of your submission" Five
minutes. If I wanted, I could succeed in the enterprise in less than a minute,
forcing him to do what I want, but I'm going to have fun and I will spend
those five minutes before force him to surrender unconditionally.

For the moment I'm not going to hurt him, especially at the beginning of our
struggle, but instead, Matt puts himself in the classic position of karate
fighters. Oh well! This fellow seems to be an expert in the noble art of
karate and therefore he thinks he can beat me. Poor Matt, he doesn't know that
it could also be a champion, but against me his chances of winning are zero. I
also put myself in a fighting position, but before I take off my shoes 5 inch
that cost me almost $ 500. I'm not going to break my nice shoes and not even
to ruin forever his handsome face hitting him with my powerful kicks.

We begin to fight. Matt tries to hit me first with a trivial <mawashi geri>
and then with a <Yoko geri>. It's evident from the way he's moving that this
is a good athlete with solid fundamentals in karate, but it takes much more
against me and in fact I parry his attacks with extreme ease. For the moment I
decide not to go to counterattack, and I limit myself to be defensive, making
vent him, in order to spend the time and get to the fateful threshold of five
minutes. Two minutes have passed since our struggle has begun and now it's
time to show to this young man my ability in offensive phase. I'll start with
a <Gyaku mikazuki geri> which stuns him a little, then I continue with a
<Mawashi tobi geri> and then I send him knockout with a <Nidan geri>, a double
kick. It was a breeze and there wasn't even need to strive too much, but now
I'm starting to get serious. Until now I have only used the karate, but my
knowledge of martial arts is much greater and before I lift Matt from the
ground and then I grab him by the head with my right arm to immobilize him. At
the beginning Matt is still groggy for the perfect kicks that I brought to
him, but after a few seconds he begins to struggle, trying to free himself,
but my arm is too strong for him and his pathetic attempts are useless and
after a while his breathing becomes labored. If I wanted, I could strangle
him, but I'm not going to kill this guy, I'm not a killer, but I just want to
have fun and to give him a lesson he will not forget for the rest of his life.
Another minute has passed and now it's the time to give him the final blow. I
leave his head and Matt staggers visibly. His breathing is more and more
labored in the attempt to circulate the air in his lungs again. But I have no
pity and I hit him hard with two blows which sent him back to the ground.
Although I have used only a small part of my strength, Matt is scared a lot

" I surrender. Please, no more"

" On your knees," I say to him contemptuously and obviously Matt obeys. By now
he has realized that I wasn't lying at all when I wrote in my book about my
fights and about males that I was able to subdue. I'm not still able to
understand if Matt has tried this situation because he's a man with submissive
tendencies and that he wanted to experiment on his own skin what it means
female superiority, or he's really a man who did not believe in my words, just
as he claimed. I don't care which of the two options belongs to Matt. I have
decided that he will be my next slave and what Matt thinks no longer has any
importance. I order him to kiss my feet and the guy obeys and then order him
to get up. It's time to start the real show

" What you have seen until now it's only a small part of what I could make to
you and now I'll give you another little demonstration," I grabbed him by the
throat. Matt's eyes widen because of fear. I love immensely see that look of
terror in the eyes of the males, it excites me and his fear becomes huge when
my arm starts to stretch. I'm lifting him with just one hand. My muscles,
which up to that time I had kept hidden, now they are swelling inexorably.
Despite Matt weighs about 176 pounds, it's very easy for me to lift him. In my
workouts very often I'm able to lift twice the weight of Matt and it isn't the
first time that I put into effect a system of this kind with a man. I like to
give these demonstrations of power to completely cancel their will and also
Matt reacts at first, trying to take away my hand on his throat, then seen the
uselessness of his efforts, he begins to plead with me

" Please Miss Jones, don't kill me. I ask forgiveness for having doubted of
your strength," I smile satisfied. I wanted to terrorize him and I'm succeeded
perfectly in my intention, but I'm also continuing to lift him. By now his
feet are dangling in the air

"I cannot stand people who think I'm a liar and now you will discover what it
means to challenge a woman like me"

"Please. I realized I was wrong," He's really scared and tears begin to fall
from his face, but I don't leave my grip on his neck. I'm not going to
strangle him, but I want his terror reaches the highest level before leaving
him. After several seconds, during which he continued to plead with me, I
decide that it's time to pretend compassion

" I'm not going to hurt you, but on one condition"

" Any condition, Miss Patricia. I accept all that you will say to me, but
don't kill me"

" Very good! I decided that from now on, you will become my slave. Problems in
this regard?" Matt looks at me astonished

"Your slave? But ......"

"I said you'll be my slave and I want no objection. As long as I will have the
urge, you will be submissive to me and I'll be your mistress. You will obey to
my every order and you will learn what it means the power of a woman like me
and especially you will learn to fear my strength but perhaps also to desire
it" The guy knows that he cannot do anything. He's literally in my hands

" I'll be your slave, Miss Jones. I will obey all your orders, but you have
mercy on me"

Five minutes have elapsed and Matt is definitely subdued to my will. It was
easy. He's too weak to resist me and I am too strong for him. Before beginning
this fight, I was not going to subdue him and rather, my intention was to have
a bit of fun with him, give him a good lesson, proving him my sincerity and
the truth of what I written, but this guy is so nice that as the minutes
passed, I had always more desire to take possession of him dominating him as I
only know how to do. And of course, as every time I beat a male I'm excited
and I have a great desire to fuck him. But the time has not come yet and I
continue to lift him. I still want to enjoy the terror of Matt and I squeeze
even more my hand on his throat, being careful not suffocate him. By now Matt
cries incessantly. He is afraid enough and I decide to leave my grip. Poor
boy! Now he is trembling and this excites me even more. I push him against the
wall and I grab his hands, squeezing them just enough to insinuate again the
fear in him, but then I kiss him lusciously. It's from the first moment that I
saw Matt that I want to do this. He cannot touch me because I'm still
squeezing his hands tightly. If only I wanted, I could break all the bones in
his hands, but now I'm only interested in sex with him. Matt replies to my
kiss passionately. It's obvious that he likes me

"Now I want you totally naked" I order him leaving his hands. Matt obeys and
takes off his clothes quickly, showing a cock big enough and already erected
to perfection. Now there are no longer any doubt: he's very attracted to me. I
lick my lips sensually and I'm closer to Matt, still trembling with fear.
Soon, I fuck him just as I want and I'll make sure that he will become a
perfect slave in my service. Maybe Matt is a lover of female domination and of
sexy and strong women like me and he organized all this with the hope of
becoming one of my submissive, but now it doesn't matter anymore. What matters
is that I will ensure that he madly falls in love with me, just like all the
other men that I had, but when his love will be at the top, I will leave him.
This is the way I am. For me, the males are just objects that should be
dominated, sex objects to satisfy my convoys of which I get tired after a few
months. But during the time when he will be submissive to me, Matt will live a
unique experience along with a unique woman like me, an experience of terror
but also of love for me, for his mistress.

But now it's finally time to satisfy my cravings more and more increasing. On
the other hand, as I have said before, Matt is for me just a little desire, a
whim, another male submissive and timorous of me and my superiority, another
male of which I will tell his vicissitudes in my next book. Just as I had
promised him.