Boxing changed my life




What a cool website! As soon as my husband told me about it he "insisted" that
I pen my story.

Where to begin? OK, my name is Shari and I live in the Southeast section of
our beautiful country. I was always an athlete, participating in track,
softball, gymnastics, you name it and my parents signed me up and I excelled
and enjoyed them all. I was also a very good student and today I have a Ph.D
in Physical Therapy and own my own business. In college I played intramural
sports of all kinds and got into weight lifting in my sophomore year after
experiencing back pain. Seeing muscles popping all over and feeling strong was
something I found intoxicating. Honestly, it was odd feeling so good about
being stronger and literally feeling myself get stronger Officially, I was a
gym rat and spent a lot of my time experimenting with the different machines
and learning how to properly lift from the guys! I am average height at 5'6
and was always on the "athletic skinny" side although the weight lifting blew
that out of the water. Today I am 35 years old, have 2 young children, I weigh
136 pounds of very hard and defined pounds. And my husband suggested that I
add that I am 35c-26-34, all natural and am a dark brunette and if I say so
myself, very attractive. Overall I am very happy, love my family, love my job
and have good friends.

In my senior year in college I witnessed my first boxing match at a local club
with my then boyfriend. To say I was hooked would be an understatement, it was
more like I was addicted. Who knew? Watching these powerful fit men, not very
skilled I should add but strong, great bodies, brave men I thought and
watching 2 of the fights end in knockout, well, gave me "that" feeling run
through my body. Let's just say that my boyfriend was one lucky guy afterwards
and honestly so was I and enjoyed thinking about the fighting I just
witnessed. To be blunt I was super horny and we did it all night and the
following morning, it was like I could not be satiated. I knew I was strong
and athletic, had a hard muscular body at this point that I was very proud of
and thought maybe I could start training in boxing with my boyfriend, who did
not fight that night but was an amateur boxer like the guys we saw that night.

We started training together! Entering the boxing gym that first time was
weird as heck, yet invigorating. Smelling, hearing and watching all the people
hit bags and spar gave me the feeling like I was meant to be here, it was just
natural. There were several women training and I immediately noticed a few
things. First, they knew what they were doing a lot more than I did and looked
good doing it, two, I had a LOT more muscle and just knew I was stronger,
three, all but 1-2 were very attractive and four, I wanted to kick some ass!
LOL. The first 6 weeks was learning the basics and I was still eager to spar
with someone even though I was not ready yet. School was easy in my senior
year so I had a lot of free time to train and I also kept lifting. Whereas I
thought my core was solid, boxing made it brick hard and I loved the feel and
the look of, again, feeling strong. Walking around campus feeling so strong
and training in boxing made me feel like I was keeping a secret from everyone.
In other words, I would think that when people looked at me they saw an
athletic body but had no idea how truly strong I was plus theyhad no idea I
was a "boxer". You can tell that I am very into my body, lol. Every single
night and often during the day the sex was incredibly intense, it wasn't just
good but INTENSE. How can I describe it? Intense sex was for me at least, the
feeling of using my strong body with another strong body to reach climax. I
don't know I can't really explain that feeling besides saying it was intense.
My boyfriend had a delicious body (mine was better!!!) and was very let's say
potent and I was sky high and excited about boxing and training. Hearing my
friends comment on my body was always a turn on and I heard that a lot from
them for years, however, once the boxing training began the comments came in
barrages. They would envy at my developed back and shoulders, my biceps became
more defined, my pectorals were seriously rock hard and my abs more defined
and much harder than my friends could have thought just by looking at them and
had no idea that I had men and women smashing me in my abs during training and
I was able to take it longer and longer and harder each time. Yes, I was
becoming a little full of myself but that was never my goal. OK, a lot full of
myself which is not usually who I was back then.

Do I remember the first time I was going to spar? Hell yeah, like every second
of it. I was nervous as you can imagine for days beforehand. I was going to
spar a girl with more experience, scheduled for 5 rounds with headgear and 10
oz gloves. I wore a white "wife beater" tank and blue shorts, new boxing shoes
and was ready to finally do this for real. Leonia was an inch shorter and a
very helpful person when I was in the gym. Standing there choking on my
mouthpiece waiting for the trainer-referee to clap his hands together and yell
GO, I was sweating, nervous as hell and according to my boyfriend looked cute,
lol. OK, let's do this. The next few minutes was a fog for me. I remember
being hit and hitting back but never felt much of anything. I remember backing
her up and throwing some hooks into her belly and hearing her grunt and the
next thing I remember was the trainer-ref pushing me back and my boyfriend was
in my face smiling and hugging me and yelling "you did it" "I cannot believe
it" and my heart was beating out of my chest and I was sweating like never
before. He took off my headgear and I looked across the ring and I see Leonia
UNCONSCIOUS on the mat. I had to focus on her and I still was not sure what
happened. My boyfriend grabbed my right glove and walked me over to her and he
whispered into my ear "go over and see how she is doing" so I did and I
remember the sweat pouring off my head into my mouth. I also remember seeing
blood on my chest and wife beater and being scared when I saw that wondering
where I was bleeding and when my b/f told me it was from her I felt horrible
that I hurt her. Now it was becoming real or maybe more real when I realized I
just knocked another human being unconscious. What? How the hell did that
happen? No way I thought. Meantime three other women from the gym were now in
the ring congratulating me for my first knockout. It took a while for it all
to sink in and I was happy seeing Leonia sitting up although looking dazed and
like I said I felt badly for her knowing that this was humiliating for her to
be knocked out by the newbie. I felt my nipples get that intensity and stiffen
like they do when I am making love to someone and was puzzled by that. My
boyfriend and my three friends all noticed, it was quite obvious duh, and were
goofing on me. I felt my left eye swelling but that was about it. But one
thing I know I needed, not wanted but needed, was privacy with my boyfriend!
We pretty much dashed over to his apartment and without a shower we screwed
like, and I mean this literally, like never before. I stayed on top and became
rather dominant too, so not me before this and I was doing things that I never
did before, sexually speaking, and was as happy as can be. We barely slept
that night and I woke him up early to screw him again ... .and again. I even
liked my blackish eye, like it proves I am a boxer now. He wanted me to wear
sunglasses the next day but I wanted people to know that I was a "real"
fighter. Another memorable and good part of that incident was going to the gym
the next day and being greeted by applause and greetings by everyone. Later
that day I went to see Leonia in her apartment and was not sure what to
expect. When I was walking up the long flight of stairs there was a certain
"strength" and confidence in my gait knowing what I did to her. She was
sitting at her kitchen table with her boyfriend and she looked ragged with a
good deal of swelling on her face and kind of sad. She stood up and hugged me
and I held her tightly and apologized. While hugging her, it was strange, but
I felt empowered, strong, in control and damn happy. She was cool and told me
not to worry about it and this is or can happen in the ring. I purposely wore
a baggy-ish top so not to flaunt myself in front of her to rub it in. Her
boyfriend was cool too. I was on cloud nine after I left her and stayed like
that for a few days.

I took a year off after graduation and before PT school to rest my head from
studying so much over the past 4-years and concentrate on fighting and lifting
and improving myself in this new sport. And it was the beginning of a new life
and new mentality and I was loving every single day of having the freedom of
working out. Soon thereafter I broke up with my boyfriend and dated 4
different men in that year and ended up marrying someone totally different,
for what that's worth. All of those guys were nice people but just not the
type for me to marry. I was definitely a night VS day better fighter than when
I started. I was loving this new life. I became a registered amateur boxer and
competed in 11 fights in 14 months and won all of them including 5 knockouts.
I had a reputation and was actually "feared" in some circles, which I found
funny. I am NOT AT ALL a violent person, I abhor random violence, would NEVER
think of hitting someone outside the ring, unless it was some horrible
situation , however, in a ring, I will outmuscle you, out power you and try my
hardest to beat your brains in before you do it to me. I do not have that
"tough" look and nobody who meets me for the forst time believes I can fight
or that I really do compete in this sport. I respected the art of boxing and I
respected all the women I fought and the men I sparred with and hopefully vica
versa. And yes, I understand that as a mother I should not discuss the sexual
aspect of my life. Which was and still is a major and important part of my
life ... ... but boxing and winning turns me on as does my own muscular body,
that has always gotten a lot of attention by both sexes I should add. Making
love to fellow boxers, especially when we both would win our matches, was
magical. And like I said, I had no intention of writing my life story over
here and it was my husband who suggested I do this, plus unless you already
know us you would never figure out who I am ... I hope.

Now in PT school and wearing clothes other than workout clothes I recognized
immediately that due to the added muscles my clothes were a bit tight here and
there. Nonetheless, I was proud, happy and enjoyed flaunting it when
appropriate but always did so with class and dignity. Or better yet, when
someone would grab my arm and seeing their face react before they even spoke
and said "OMG you are solid and all muscle" or seeing my girlfriends and their
significant others stare at me in a bikini and comment on my abs or biceps or
chest and believe me they did and did it all the time. I am not a bodybuilder
or anything like that nor is that my goal but I do have a VERY muscular body
and it's all from hard work.

I met my husband while I was in PT school and he was in Dental School. He is
everything I was looking for in a man and I certainly had some experience with
men prior to him to be honest. Tall dark and handsome for sure, bright, funny,
balanced and just a good guy. We met at a local coffee bar and got into a very
casual and interesting conversation. Men have always approached me so that was
not unusual but when he did he looked into my eyes the whole time and not at
my chest or some other bodypart. We dated for 19 months before he asked me to
marry him at the Grand Canyon in a super romantic way. Richie is 6'2 and 185
lean pounds, plays golf and tennis and is a guy's guy. Naturally, he knew
about my boxing addiction and was very supportive although like me he was
anti-violence and he was never in a fight nor had the time or desire to learn
how to box. He was also very comfortable in his manhood even though we both
knew, it was never said for a while, that I could beat his ass anytime I
wanted, was a faster runner with more endurance and maybe even physically
stronger. Our friends would often throw some lines out about me being more
muscular and athletic and all of that but it was cool with us even though I am
sure they wondered about things between us, in the bedroom and otherwise.
Meantime, the bedroom activities were super great, even when I became more
dominant, at least at first.

We were married and had our first child 10 months later. We were both thrilled
to be starting our family and we both were starting our practices and all was
good. I worked out in one form or the other up until my 8th month of pregnancy
and 7 months after the birth all the baby weight was gone and I was back to
fighting/training. I had two amateur fights soon thereafter. The first one was
tough as my stamina was not there yet but my power was, thankfully. My face
was not very pretty afterwards but I did land a three punch combo and knocked
her out in a really great way and I was so into it it was like the first one I
had years before this. When I say a good way I mean she went down spread eagle
like a snow angel and did not move a muscle for a good minute or more. The
second fight was a TKO win and their side threw in the towel as she was taking
a big time beating but had a great chin. Then things at home took a little
turn.

My beautiful husband was fighting back against my bedroom dominance while I
was becoming more dominant. I had friends in the gym I could talk about such
things VS my friends outside the gym. Most of these women were on the dom side
with their men and yes, with their women and I must say they gave me some good
ideas to try on my husband. I also had the fortune of meeting a psychologist
who came to me for physical therapy and we became friendly. She encouraged me
to become more dominant if that's what I truly wanted and assured me that my
husband would be OK with it as long as I progressed slowly and respected him.
She had some experience in this arena as she had several male and female
clients who like to dominate their spouses. I agree they were on the extreme
side compared to what we did before but I was 100% committed to this lifestyle
and felt in some ways I work my body hard enough, look good enough, was into
sex so much that I deserved to do this.

We went to a hotel for the weekend to celebrate our third anniversary as my
parents watched the baby and I was ready to take him to the next level ... ...
... ... .It was time for bondage and rough sex for day one and day two of that
weekend was going to be some major submissive activity from him, details I am
not comfortable talking about on here but will give an overview.

We arrived on a Friday afternoon and after checking in we made love normally
before going down for drinks. All was good and we were both excited to have
the weekend together. After several relaxed drinks I wanted to go back to the
room and get ready for dinner and I wanted to "please" him before what I knew
he was not going to be overjoyed with. Suffice it to say he was thrilled and
he was nice enough to "please" me back before getting dressed and lounging
over a long romantic dinner with my loving and wonderful man.

We both dressed casually and he commented about a few women and men who were
pointing at me as we walked in. I was wearing a tight top but nothing over the
top but at this point I was so athletically developed I am proud to say I
looked hot in pretty much everything I wore. Make no mistake about it, SO DID
HE!!!

After coffee and dessert I told him I would meet him in the room which excited
both of us and off I went to get ready. I put on one very sexy lingerie
outfit, all hot red, mesh and see thru, cut perfectly and I brought my special
"uck me heels", basically spike heels that were only meant for the bedroom and
I put on small red 6 oz gloves. I drank a lot all day and was in a great head.
He came in five minutes after I got all done up for him and when he walked in
he was complimenting me non-stop so I went for it. Meaning I was strutting
around the room, posing for him and talking about my body and he loved that
kind of talk and often participated egging me on. I began mentioning my
muscles and my boxing and for the first time started calling him a wimp and a
pussy and daring him to try to slap or punch me and getting in his face
telling him I wanted him to admit I was stronger and could beat his sorry ass
at will and I walked him back until his back was against the wall with my hard
chest in his. This kind of talk was far more aggressive than anything I ever
did before and at one point he asked me not to call him those things. I was
ready to take him to the next level and said to him, "but you are a wimp and
weakling compared to me and in fact you are my bitch" I was beside myself in
terms of the roll playing and dominance. I egged him on a lot calling him
names and threatening him and started throwing some medium strengthen hooks
into his belly. I knew he could not take much more than mid strength from me
and I loved it, seeing that fear in his eyes was EXACTLY what I was looking to
do and I was getting off on it, now I needed him to get into it too. I threw 4
very fast punches towards his face and purposely hit the wall next to his head
to scare him and it worked, I saw it on his face and naturally I would never
in a million years hit him in the face. I pushed my pelvis into his to make
sure he was enjoying it and his erection was its usual hard and big which gave
me license to up my game. I stepped back and got into my boxing stance and
said and I do quote " take your f%@#^$ pants and underwear off NOW and that
damn shirt too and in a second he stood there naked and erect and had that
frightened intimidated look on his face which turned me faster than I thought
it would, he was compliant and intimidated and that was perfect. I ordered him
to stand there as I walked around him telling him how pathetically weak he is
and how humiliating not to be man enough to fight his wife and how it is
humiliating for me to walk in a gym with him next to me where everyone knows
who wears the pants in our relationship. I told him all of our friends know
the truth that you are a shitty wimp boy compared to me and I am sure they all
wonder how often I rape your sorry ass. He meekly asked me to stop that talk
and then we entered a new world. I took the gloves off and without him knowing
it threw a very hard hook into his gut and he doubled over and fell to his
knees. I grabbed him by his hair and slapped him across his face and told him
to kiss my feet. Naturally, and understandably he hesitated as his head was
spinning in shock since I was never violent with him like this. When he
hesitated I got down on my knees to be at his level and slapped him with my
open hand and then backhanded him, and these was very hard slaps that slapped
him so hard he was now on his side covering his face and sobbing. I thought I
would have an orgasm right there and then I swear to Christ and was surprised
he was sobbing like that. My shrink told me later thathe had a lot of pent up
trepidations of when this moment was going to happen and when it finally did
his release was sobbing. . And at the same time I was feeling badly for him. I
grabbed him by his thick dark hair and cocked my fist back although had NO
intention of punching him since that would have been a level I never want to
get to but it did scare him and started kissing my feet and I stood and
laughed out loud, I was having fun as I played with my breasts as he kissed
away, this was heaven for me!!!!. After a good few minutes I had him stop and
told him to stand up like the half a man we both know he was. He did but was
scared and asked me to PLEASE stop and his bent posture screamed
wimp/submissive bitch boy. I literally spit in his face and told him it was me
who gives the orders here and the sobbing started again as I yelled about him.
He mumbled please stop please stop, softly, several times. I had him kiss my
biceps, my fists, my abs and then ordered him to his knees to please me and he
did. I had one of those blackout orgasms where I was lost in myself with my
back against the wall. I mean I was so lost in that orgasm the building could
have collapsed and I would not have known until we were both buried in
rubble!! When I finally came back to earth I looked down at him with tears in
his eyes, his hair messed up, sweating and looking sad and my cum all over his
face. Again, I told him to stand and he looked scared to death and I just
spoke to him how much I like dominating him, that I owned him like I own my
underwear, that he is my private bitch boy slut and how he will never be as
strong as me or have these muscles. He stood there with his erection and
sobbed and just said OK a lot. I spoke to him with the same voice I did with
the babies and spoke softly in his right ear and he was actually trembling a
little, again, this was working perfectly I thought. I made him admit, loud
and clear everything I asked him with one intent, to humiliate him, in
private. I would ask him who is stronger and all the usual questions and we
would say "YOU ARE". And I must say I had him admit a LOT of things that are
private and honestly very accurate but we never really spoke about. Such as:
didn't he think all of our friends wondered about how you deal with having a
wife who is stronger and more athletic and could kiss his ass; didn't he ask
himself what people thought about my defined muscular body and his was not at
that level and so on and so forth. He did it all. It was all bitter sweet for
me. I knew we entered a new place as a couple, I knew this had to be done
meaning even though it was unspoken all of this time that I was the alpha and
the ultimate decision maker and it was very important that we put it out there
in plain sight and he understood his place-his role between us. I also
understood he would have a terrible time with this new normal and on a selfish
side I wanted this to happen and I wanted to fully explore if not exploit my
dominant side.

Later that night and still at the hotel we were our old selves for a while but
he was sad. I cuddled him in my breasts like a baby and we both knew what was
going on and like I said, I was loving it. We spoke about everything openly
and he did cry some but accepted his submissive role, which was my goal.
Hearing him say it, specifically say "in the bedroom I am your bitch boy, your
sex toy, your whore-slut, was EXACTLY what I wanted to hear from him. I made
him repeat those things several times and then he said something that almost
caused me to orgasm again, he said " please don't beat me anymore". I wanted
him to be my sub ONLY in the bedroom although I did have a surprise for him
the next day and night. The following morning I woke him up and had him please
me as I managed to talk some but not a lot of dominant stuff to him. I made
love to him before we showered and ate breakfast in the room. Then I was ready
to take a walk, a casual one before I went to the gym to lift. I got dressed
in my gym clothes and he did the same but before we left the room I told him I
wanted him to wear something I bought for him. Rightfully, he looked at me
with some fear in his eyes and when I gave him this blue bra to wear and he
rightfully protested but not like a man would if he thought he had any control
in the matter. I enjoyed holding the bra in one hand and flexed in the other
and told him if the bra was not on immediately I would slap the f%^$* out of
him. With tears in his eyes he put it on as I watched and got super horny once
again and he slipped his t-shirt on over it and I assured him nobody would be
the wiser. I LOVED it I admit and told him so.

Our second night was a little more of the same but I did turn it up a notch by
showing off my strength and training. We did an abbreviated AB punching
contest and I did take it easy on him and put him down twice to his knees
gagging for air and some more tears and sobbing. I was dying to do some very
light sparring type of thing but at that point he physically could not do any
level of that. I even took it easy on him in the gym. I out lifted him in
front of other men and women who were in fact watching us or more likely me
but did not say or do half of what I had planned. It was enough he was wearing
a bra that was quite obvious in certain positions and it was obvious he was
wearing something from the back. I found myself laughing at him several times
but happy we were finally doing what I needed to do, what WE needed to do at
that point of our lives. We went from lifting to a couples massage but it was
obvious he was a little depressed from wha he was experiencing. Usually a
couples massage was something we loved to do together and held hands during it
but not this time.

We went back home and spoke a lot about what happened and here we are three
years later and a LOT OF PROGRESSION in my dominance and married and happy. He
has accepted his role, which is just in the bedroom, embraced it and now
participates as my sub. He is mature enough to call himself the same names I
call him during these sessions, such as admitting he is my bitchboy sex slave
and all of that and we have a lot of fun with it all, yes I have more fun than
him but he is right behind me. I still fight as an amateur but that will die
off (it did) as there is less time to train, however, I still and will always
workout and lift to improve everything I have built. I do admit the slapping
and light punching has been minimized due to the fact that I do not want to
hurt him and I can get carried away at times. We had one bad incident where
his face was so swollen from being slapped around (and maybe a punch or two
lol) that he had to cancel a day at his office. That was a bad one so I never
want to repeat that. Bottomline is I love this man and never want to stray
from him for any reason and am thankful he indulges my wishes. Yes, it is
certainly true IF I wanted he would have no choice but that is not how I want
to conduct myself and our relationship, the mere fact that he is cognizant of
who "wears the pants" and my physical superiority is enough for both of us.

A quick footnote about my "boxing career" and why it is over. After my 1st
pregnancy I had two certified amateur fights. Then got pregnant again with our
second child and had 3 amateur fights after that and won 2 and had my first
loss via decision and a loss I agreed with. And remember, ALL of my fights
have been sanctioned as amateur fights- no street fighting for me or anything
else, up to that point. Then I made the mistake of a lifetime and it was all
about chasing the money and being a little full of myself I admit. Without all
the background details I was offered to fight a lady in South Florida for a
lot of money and even more if I stopped her. I was doing GREAT as an amateur
and felt confident. Since it was in Florida and in addition to the money I was
offered 5 days in a luxury hotel and I figured I would go with my husband and
make it a vacation too. She was 44 years old (at least!!), about my weight,
taller by 3 plus, more muscular physique than me, pretty woman and
sophisticated and obviously very educated and she has this funky website that
is way over the top in my opinion but I was confident. Long story short----- I
don't know what her problem was but she was aggressively crazy. Let me
explain. We met for lunch the day before the fight at our hotel which was very
upscale, she was wearing an outfit that I can best describe as whorish. The
outfit she wore could or should only be worn by women who are built like us
BUT should not be worn by women over 25 years old with something to prove. Too
tight, too short and too revealing. Yes, she had a great body but and I really
mean this, at her age and the mother of two should not be dressing like that.
She had a slight accent, seemed bright and it was all cordial (her husband and
mine were there too and her husband seemed like a good guy for what it's
worth) but at the end of the lunch she gets in my face and told me that she
was going to knock me out and take my husband afterwards. I swear to God I had
no idea what she was talking about, take my husband where? It did not take me
long to figure out what she meant because she graphically told me what she was
going to do after she knocked me out. Shocked would be an understatement but
more motivated than ever I became, plus MY BODY is as good as hers!!! I was
very angry, not upset but angry to be spoken too by this person. I immediately
went to her website, something I did before but kind of disregarded all the
hype and did not watch the videos at all. Let's just say that her website was
as graphic and detailed as I would have ever imagined existed, naive me I
suppose. We fought the next evening at her club and there was a nice ring, 10
oz gloves, no headgear, a ref, time keeper and some guy videotaping it, which
is something I agreed to and signed off on. Even her ring outfit I thought was
too revealing and later found out she did it to scare me which it did not. The
fight went three rounds and I lost by knockout at 1;03 of the 3rd round and
was never hit so much in my life and never felt power like that, it was a
clean fight, so enough said about that. Later in the trainer's room I was
recuperating when she came in, topless, yes you read that correctly, topless
and unleashed curse words and threats that lead me to believe she has
psychological issues and/or is on drugs. It was scary. She looked so angry,
unhinged with her fists clinched wanting to fight me some more and then
calling my husband a lot of names that I in fact call him when I dominate him.
He was scared shitless and looked like he was going to cry and hid behind me.
I stood up waiting for her to come at me but she stood there, almost waiting
for something to happen and turned and left and her husband walked in with a
check for the balance of the money owed and a "tip" for some reason. I never
received a check that was that much in my life. Truthfully, I was scared too
at that point. I was just beaten worse than I ever have been, had one very
swollen Blackeye and was still unsteady after suffering my first and LAST
knockout. We did end up enjoying the next few days and dominated him lightly
during that time. It was soon thereafter I decided it was time to keep in
shape, keep dominating my beautiful husband in the bedroom but to get out of
this boxing game. My life is too good to move up a level in the boxing game
and risk injury or run into this type of thing again. I do lift 4x a week and
will always be in muscular great shape but my fighting days are behind me.
Yes, I still dominate my man and have become even more creative with that and
I truly love this part of my life and he has accepted his plight and in fact
enjoys a lot of it and I make sure never to take him to places the other women
take their men, one has to know his man and what he can take. And that my
friends is my story.