Mistakes A match inspired by the great wrestler Mutiny Mistakes... One His first mistake was agreeing to fight her to begin with. His decision was understandable, though; after all, he appeared to have all the advantages. He was a mature man in his late 30s, lean and muscular, in the prime of his athletic life. Mutiny, on the other hand, was petite and curvy, a sexy blonde in her early twenties who looked more like a centerfold than a fighter. The idea that she could overpower him was ludicrous. His misgivings about the contest had nothing to do with fear of losing; instead, he simply didn't want to give the impression that he was taking some sort of advantage of a defenseless girl. Two His second mistake was agreeing to a submission only contest. Given his size advantage, he might have had a chance if he merely had to pin her shoulders to the mat. It never occurred to him that a young woman with such a beautiful smile and such a sexy, feminine body would be able to inflict such pain upon him. In fact, he didn't realize that such pain was possible. Three Once the match began, he quickly committed his third mistake, which was to stare at the pink tip of Mutiny's tongue as she licked her shiny lips in a predatory manner. As he stepped forward, catching a whiff of her perfume, he saw too late the blur of her petite foot in his peripheral vision. Then he caught her roundhouse kick just below his ribs and dropped to his knees and bent forward. Although the vision of her mouth was still in his mind, his eyes now tried to focus on her feet. Her toenails were painted gold. Four His fourth mistake was lunging forward at her legs, trying to tackle her when she thought he was still dazed. The young woman skipped backward easily, causing him to sprawl forward and lose his balance. He heard her laughing gaily as she grabbed his hair and jerked his head violently upward between her thighs. Then he couldn't hear anything as her silky skin crushed his ears and threatened to crush his skull. Within seconds he began to panic, a situation that worsened as his petite opponent began to bounce up and down on her toes, jarring his trapped head further. Five His fifth mistake was clawing at her thighs in desperation. Mutiny responded by seizing his wrists and twisting his arms behind him in a double hammerlock. Now he was completely helpless: he was on his knees, his head trapped between her powerful legs, his arms bent painfully into the middle of his back. He thought his predicament could not get any worse, but he didn't anticipate her dropping her entire body straight down and driving him face first into the mat. Six He didn't make his sixth mistake until he recovered his senses fifteen seconds later. Mutiny had rolled him to his back and was now standing over him. "Do you give up, sweetie?" she asked, her soft voice sexy with her French accent. "No way! I'll never give up to a girl!" he growled. "It's so cute that you're trying so hard," she replied with a giggle, "but I'm really going to torture you for being such a sexist!" Seven His seventh mistake was trying to fight dirty several minutes later. Mutiny had just released him from a camel clutch that nearly snapped his neck and which had caused tears to run down his face. All the while she had been taunting him, asking him how it felt to be beaten up by a girl. "Don't I look sexy?" she asked, and he admitted that she did. "Do you get beaten up by sexy women often?" she asked, giggling at his humiliation. When she finally released that hold he rolled to his back. Mutiny leaned over him to continue her verbal taunting, and in desperation he reached up and grabbed her breasts and squeezed. At first the blonde fighter was caught off guard and squealed in pain. Quickly, though, she forced herself to fight through the pain and retaliate. Her thin but strong hands found their way to his crotch, and now it was she who squeezed and he who screamed in agony. Eight His eighth mistake was not immediately submitting to her once she seized his crotch. Stubbornly he refused to give up. "Your squirming is delicious," she said, once again running the pink tip of her tongue over her glossy lips. "I control you completely, don't I?" she asked. He didn't answer, unless his high-pitched whine could be considered a response. "Say it," she commanded. "Say, 'Mutiny controls my body completely' or I'll have to prove it!" Still he refused. The sexy woman rolled the larger man into a small package so his rear end was in the air, and then she began to pump him with one hand while squeezing him with the other. He was completely at her mercy. Finally she forced him to the brink and he exploded. "See? I told you I was in complete control of you!" She stood up and loomed over him while he lay on the mat in shame and defeat. Mutiny put one of her slim feet on his face and forced it into the mat. He was barely conscious, and tears rolled down the side of his face. With one eye he was able to gaze up at her. >>From his vantage point beneath her foot he could see her sexy legs, the curve of her womanly hips, her full round breasts, her long blonde hair, and her beautiful, mischievous smile, all stretching up away from him. Awed by both her beauty and her power, he avoided making any more mistakes. "Please have mercy," he begged. "You win!" Mutiny dug her toes into his cheeks cruelly. "I know!" she giggled.