Mother-in-law Training by juno I wasn't sure as I made my way to the kitchen, if Patty, my wife, had said her mother was coming in today or that she was already here. It really didn't matter, I had only met her mother, Hilda, once since we had been married. Hilda had visited us about five years ago. All I could remember that maybe Hilda was a taller and bigger than average woman and spent a lot of time with Patty, practically ignoring me. I was not even sure tall she was, just assumed that she was tall, since Patty was a tall woman. Patty stood just over 6' tall, but was thin for her height, weighing about the same as me at about 145 lbs. My weight was about right for my height, since I stood 5' 7". Our work schedules were never the same, so it naturally led to a number of conversations when we both either were just going to sleep, waking up or leaving the house in a rush, which led to some miscommunications between Patty and myself. I am a professor of literature at the local college, working mainly late afternoons and evenings, while Patty is electrical line crew foreman for the local electric utility. Patty had been acting a little strange lately, meaning that she was more aggressive and argumentative. In fact, she did mention just the other day, that maybe a visit from her mother would be a good thing for our marriage. I had no idea what she meant by that, but with her mood lately, I didn't want to ask. As I settled at the table with my coffee and the newspaper, I heard a booming voice say, "I'll have my coffee black and some rye toast." Looking up, seeing no one, I said, "this is not a restaurant, it is serve yourself." Jim, this is Hilda, your mother-in-law, "get off your dead ass and do what I tell you." Great, I thought, she is here, well it's easier to get her request, than argue. O.K. Hilda, "I am getting your coffee and toast." "That's being a good little son-in-law," replied Hilda with a laugh in her voice. As the toast popped out the toaster, I put it on a paper plate and started to turn away from the kitchen counter. I didn't get far, as Hilda was suddenly standing directly behind me with both of her hands resting on the counter edge. I was looking directly into Hilda's rather muscular neck, as Hilda was effectively pinning me to the counter with her body. "Good morning, little one," Hilda boomed. "I decided I needed some orange juice as well", said Hilda, as she started to reach above me to get a glass from the cabinet. "Wow, the big glasses are on the top shelf and in the back, what a long reach," said Hilda. "Jim, it is a good thing that I am here, in case you wanted a large glass of OJ as well," Hilda mocked. "Then again," said Hilda with a laugh, "these are pretty big glasses, Patty might have them here for a reason, maybe she thinks they are to big and heavy for you to handle." In reaching for the glass, Hilda pressed her upper body forward against my chest and face, bending my body back over the counter. It appeared effortless on Hilda's part as she bent me backwards. "Hilda, get off me," I said, "you are crushing me." As Hilda was getting her glass and bending me backwards over the counter, I dropped the toast and the plate on the floor as I tried to push Hilda back, but with no success. Hilda, then straighten up, put the glass on the counter and placed both her hands under my arms and lifted me up to sit on the counter. Sitting on the counter, I was now almost eye level with Hilda, as she said, "Jim it is now time for your mother-in-law to teach you and Patty some marriage behavioral changes." "Trapping you against the counter was just the beginning in my teaching to you the powers of a big, powerful woman, a woman that will rule and control this household and use you, the man, in the way it was meant to be," said Hilda as she continued to stare down at me with a smile on her face. "Jim," said Hilda, "what I mean is the larger, more stronger mate being in charge, which obviously is not you, but Patty." "I will be the teacher, lucky for you, you will receive most of the lessons," said Hilda smiling even more now as her stare held me in place. Hilda continued, "the smaller, weaker mate, being you, will the property, slave, whore, etc. of the stronger mate, the woman." "When I am done with you, you will thank me and willingly serve both Patty and me, in fact you will serve any woman who understands that there are no limits, physical or mental, as to what they can become and who they can control," she said as her hands started to leave the counter top from where they had been resting. As Hilda was explaining the facts of my new life to me, she held my head completely still by my jaw with her hand. Her hand felt very large, emphasized by the fact that her fingers seemed to extend past the side of my eyes. I tried to jerk my head out of her grip, but it was impossible to move even an inch. However, when I did try to move, Hilda only increased the pressure of her vise-like grip. Hilda smiled as she increased the pressure on my face and said, "just keep struggling little one, I'll just squeeze your little face even harder." I stopped struggling and Hilda lessen the pressure of her grip, she just held me in place as she continued to explain what my future was to be. This process which I was to learn much later was Hilda's beginning way of training a male from his current status to submissive status, rewarding with less pain and punishing with increased pain. It amazed her, that even stupid males at times caught on without being told. Hilda felt that strength and use of that strength equaled control, but use of strength to obtain control was part of a repetitive process. Hilda laughingly said, 'Jim try with your hands to remove my hand from your face." I hesitated to try, remembering the previous pain from her hand when I tried to jerk my head out of her grip. "Go on," said Hilda, "I won't hurt you this time, this is to show you how really weak and helpless you are in trying to get loose from your mother-in-law's strong hand." Jim grabbed Hilda's wrist with both hands and couldn't budge her grip on his face. Jim then tried hitting both Hilda's wrist and forearm with his fists, again Hilda only laughed at his efforts and maintained her grip on his face. "Give it up, little one," said Hilda, "you must really be weak little man to let a woman hold you in place with just her one hand. I guess it just shows the power of a woman's hand over a mere man. Jim tried to speak, but Hilda was now holding his face in such a way, that Jim couldn't move his jaw to speak. "What's wrong, little man, does this big bad woman control your tongue," said Hilda as her large strong hand completely and painfully controlled Jim's face. Just as suddenly as Hilda had lifted me on the counter and later controlling my face with her hand, she released her hold on me. I sat stunned and started to rub my nearly numb face, when Hilda's hand again reached out and grabbed me by my neck. With Hilda's hand firmly around my neck, she swung me off the counter and lifted me in the air, slowly raising me by straightening her arm toward the ceiling of the kitchen. With her other hand, Hilda grabbed my groin area. Hilda's hand seemed to have totally encircled my entire groin area. Now, I was being held at least 2 feet off the ground. Hilda started to increase the pressure on my throat, making it harder for me to breathe. "This is our first lesson, little man," said Hilda, "my one female hand controlling your air supply and my other female hand controlling your family jewels." "I can destroy either area and you are helpless to stop me," said Hilda. "This is to illustrate what any woman can do to you, if she has the desire to do so," said Hilda as she without any apparent effort continued to hold me 2 feet off the floor. With that, Hilda slowed the pressure on my throat, but started to shake me like a ragdoll in her stretched out arms. I started screaming for her to stop. Hilda stopped shaking me and started to lower me. Still holding me off the floor by her grip on my throat and groin, Hilda walked me over to the kitchen wall, placed my feet on the ground and stepped a couple of feet back, as I leaned against the wall trying to get my breath and bearings back. "Ready for lesson number two?, little man," boomed Hilda, as she closed the distance between us in one quick stride. Before I knew it, Hilda was holding me against the wall by her body only. Hilda was grinding her hips and chest into Jim, flattening him against the wall. Well, Jim thought, Hilda is the tall woman as I thought I remembered, but I surely don't remember this attitude, size or strength. As though reading Jim's mind, Hilda said to Jim as she looked down at the top of his head, "I'm 6' 1" and weigh 210 lbs.," said Hilda. "So what are you?, little man, about 5' 5" and 130 lbs.," she said as I was stuck helpless between Hilda and the wall. "I'm 5' 7" and you know I weigh more than 130 lbs.," said Jim. Hilda reached down and grabbed Jim's groin, "don't worry little man, this is the only place 2" to you would make a difference," said Hilda as she continued to hold Jim helpless against the wall. "Hell Jim, you could be 5" taller and you still would be squashed up against this wall by me and not able to move unless Hilda decides that you can," laughed Hilda. Hilda laughed at Jim as she put a finger under his chin and forced his head up, so she could look down in his eyes. "Hold your head up Jim," said Hilda, "I want to see the fear in those baby blues, that this woman has put in them." Also, I want you to look at what real arms look like," said Hilda as she put her arms behind her head and flexed. With Hilda's arms flexed and her face grinning down at Jim, he began to panic. Prior to her flexing, Jim's arms were down at his sides, now he moved them up to Hilda's shoulders and began to push. It was like pushing on a brick wall, Hilda's shoulders didn't even budge an inch, much less accomplishing Jim's hope of pushing Hilda off of him. Hilda just started laughing, continued to flex her arms and started to grind Jim harder against the wall using only her hips and chest and saying, "push little man, push harder against this big mean woman who has your little helpless body trapped." Hilda enjoyed Jim's feeble struggles against her powerful body, she was even starting to get wet, it never failed to excite her when she was physically able to dominate and control a man. Hilda stopped and stepped back from Jim's defeated body and placed her hand on Jim's chest to both keep him both standing and to emphasis that he was still under her control. "Ok little man, this is the deal," said Hilda, "I'll end the lessons now and let you go if you can either push my biceps down or stop me from pushing your biceps down." "In fact, I'll let you go first and try to push my little woman muscle down first," said Hilda as she continued to hold Jim in place against the wall with her hand on his chest. "Choose which arm, little man," said Hilda. "The left arm," said Jim, and Hilda balled up her fist as she flexed her left arm. "Ok Jimmy boy," said Hilda, "the arm is ready for your inspection and manly skills." "Remember little one, you can only use one hand to hurt my biceps," mocked Hilda. Jim reached out with his right hand, Hilda's biceps felt like a rock. Jim placed his thumb on the bottom of Hilda's arm and started to extend his palm and fingers to the top of her biceps. Jim knew that he was in trouble when his finger tips barely reached the top of Hilda's biceps. Jim knew there was no way he could get any grip on Hilda's huge biceps. Hilda watching Jim's futile effort to put pressure on her muscle, told Jim it was ok for him to use both hands. After all, he was only a weak male and he needed some help in defeating a woman in any kind of contest. After hearing Hilda's mocking comments, Jim grabbed her arm by the biceps and pulled down as hard as he could. Nothing was happening, well almost nothing, Hilda had removed her hand from Jim's chest and was slowly raising her flexed arm up. Jim did not even notice at first, that Hilda was lifting him off the ground, while he was trying without any success to flatten her biceps. Jim didn't realize his predicament until he turned his head and noticed that he was now eye level with Hilda. Then Jim knew that his feet were not on the ground and he was hanging on to Hilda's left arm as she continued to raise him higher. "Ok, ok, you win," said Jim. "Not quite," said Hilda, "I still get the chance to push your manly biceps down." "You know Jim, those manly biceps that you used to swing on my arm,' she said, as she slowly lowered Jim's feet back to the floor. Hilda resumed placement of her hand on Jim's chest. Hilda learned along time ago, that repeated actions worked best in destroying a man's ego and returning him to his more natural submissive state. Men learned best from repetitive actions of control at the hands of a woman. "Ok, little man, try to make a decent biceps in your right arm," mocked Hilda. Jim flexed his right arm and looked up into Hilda's eyes, not really sure of her actions. Hilda noticed that Jim was beginning to complain less and look to her eyes for approval of his actions. The training was working and Jim was beginning to become more submissive to and fearful of Hilda. "Good little manly muscle, Jimmy boy, maybe one day it can grow up to be as big as a woman's muscle," said Hilda. She continued to smile and stare down at Jim as she said, "I'll try to be gentle with you and your little man muscle." Hilda reached out to Jim's flexed arm and placed her thumb under the biceps as Jim had previously done with her. Then Hilda proceeded to extend her hand, with her long fingers starting to curl over the top of Jim's biceps. Where Jim's finger tips barely reached the top of Hilda's biceps, Hilda's fingers went over the top of Jim's biceps and half way down the other side. Jim could not believe that Hilda's hand practically encircled his biceps. So far Hilda had only placed her hand around his biceps. Hilda just held Jim's biceps firmly, not exerting any pressure, she knew the fear in Jim's mind just being in her firm controlling grip. The pressure that she could and would exert would bring pain, but the domination of Jim's biceps by her superior size would bring about permanent change as Jim would begin to accept his submissive state. As Hilda slowly started to extort pressure, she said to Jim, "I'm not sure I can flatten it." "No, Hilda's was just kidding, are you ready little man to really feel the power of a woman," she said. With that, Hilda's hand exploded down on Jim's biceps and Jim almost passed out from the pain. His flexed arm was immediately unflexed, his muscle flatten and Hilda was holding Jim up only by her grip on his arm, as she released her hold on his chest. "Stop, stop, I beg you Hilda, you are killing me," yelled Jim. "Really," said Hilda, as she continued to apply pressure. You mean after only two lessons, you are ready to go through my behavioral changes for your marriage with Patty," said Hilda. "Yes, yes, anything that you say, I'll do anything, just let me go and stop hurting me," Jim pleaded. "No problem, I will let you go when I decide, not just because it is hurting the little man" said Hilda, as she maintained the crushing grip on his arm. "Just one more arm and biceps contest to go, but I am staying six months, so we will have plenty of time," said Hilda as she slowly started to reduce her crushing grip on Jim's arm. "Oh, by the way, did I tell you that Patty invited me here for the visit and she mentioned that she was looking forward to our behavioral changes sessions, she said. "Just think, little man, you and I have already finished lesson two, only ninety eight more lessons to go," laughed Hilda as she released her punishing grip and Jim fell to the kitchen floor. Jim just moaned as he laid curled up on the kitchen floor. To be continued...