One Step Ahead by Nightowl email: song_of_the_wild@yahoo.com Introducing Tiger Lady, the erotic female wrestler Her: I don't know about you, but I've never cared for the usual way of lovemaking, with the man on top, pawing and grabbing at me. I prefer to be the one in control at all times. Plus I do enjoy a good fight. I checked in under a false name. I'm a stewardess, so I often have to spend the night in a hotel in a strange city. This suits me as it gives me freedom to act as I please and a fresh supply of men with which to do so. The wrestling show I was watching tonight was getting me pretty excited, so I snapped off the TV and went out to find my next victim. I would have to pick him carefully. I work out and all, but I don't take steroids and I'm not Superwoman. One that looked about my size and slow enough to have some fun with. And drunk enough -- that always helps. Him: I noticed her as soon as she came in the bar. She was pretty good-looking, but that wasn't what struck me. It was something about the way she walked. A certain confidence. It was quite attractive. She seemed very interested in me and it wasn't hard to get invited up to her place. Her: When we got to my hotel room, I started telling him how I had wrestled in college, and how much I liked it, and of course he challenged me to a match. I pretended to be tickled, which ensured that he would keep pressing me. Finally I reluctantly agreed. We pushed the bed to the edge of the spacious room. Then we removed our shoes and faced off. "Come on!" he said. "I could beat you with one hand behind my back". And he stuck his left arm behind him. That was all the opening I needed. I walked up to him hesitantly, then I suddenly sped around him and grabbed his wrist and his opposite shoulder. I pulled up hard on his wrist and heard him moan. He started bucking and spinning, trying to throw me off. I wrapped my legs around his waist and held on tight. We both crashed down onto the carpet on our butts. He started getting really angry and tried to reach behind him with his other arm. BIG mistake! I grabbed his other wrist, planted my knee between his shoulder blades, and pulled back. He struggled uselessly. I slithered back a little and replaced my knee with a foot. I leaned back HARD. He screamed in pain and anger, but I had all the leverage and there was simply nothing he could do. He was trapped. Him: I tried desperately to free my arms, but I couldn't. The pain! I've been in plenty of fights, but they were the hitting kind. Punches hurt, but the pain soon fades. This pain, however, just built and built until it blotted out all else. She was so quick! And merciless. Her: Now that I had him in a good solid hold, I could catch my breath and size him up a little. Mid-thirties, good biceps, kind of stocky. Certainly stronger than me. I would have to keep on my toes to stay on top of him. But then, that's part of the thrill: the danger, the knowledge that one tiny slip-up on my part would result in getting the crap beat out of me. "Do you give?" I hissed. "Never!" he grunted. I tightened my grip and really leaned into the hold. "Say uncle. Say it!" He moaned in pain. Him: I resisted with all my might. This was embarrassing. I COULDN'T let her beat me so easily! But my resolve to win was disintegrating in a sea of pain. Finally I relaxed and surrendered to her punishment. Instantly the pain doubled... Her: He cried out "I give! Oh God! I give! Uncle! Uncle!" Music to my ears! I pulled back on his arms even harder and was rewarded by a long moan of pain. I couldn't hold him like this forever as my arms were tiring. It's hard work inflicting such agony! He was definitely weakening, but I still had to plan my next move carefully. I leaned over and managed to get him on his side. Then I got my other leg under me and slowly stood up. Now he was face down and I was standing over him, practically on him. Suddenly I made my move. I released his arms, spun around and grabbed his ankles. I pulled them up and tucked them under my arms. Then I sat down on his butt. That was it, it took about three seconds. His legs were trapped and he couldn't reach me with his arms, which were too weak from their recent torment to be of much use anyway. Now I could rest my arms and still inflict pain on him. Always keep one step ahead, that's my motto. I leaned back and started really torturing his legs. He moaned "Stop! Please stop!" but I just laughed and leaned back harder. I scooted back towards his shoulders and actually lifted his pelvis clear up off the floor. Him: My cheek was getting ground into the carpet and I could feel her butt bouncing on my back. But the main thing I felt was my body being twisted in a way it had never been before. The pain was absolutely searing and getting worse every second. It felt like my entire back was on fire, as well as my thighs and knees. I felt my whole being melting into a puddle of meek submission. If I didn't break this hold soon, I felt that I would black out. I tried desperately to reach up behind for her... Her: As he flailed blindly for me, I crossed my arms and grabbed his wrists. I pulled up and out with my hands, crossing his arms and pulling them up onto his back. Now I could torture all four limbs at once! A smile crept over my face. God what power I had over him! Him: Unnh! Uuunnnh! Jesus she's good at this! I don't believe it! I can't move anything! Uuunnh! Mmmff! ohhhhh... Her: I let go of him and stood up triumphantly, letting him feel how much pain he was in. He just lay there panting. I had bent his arms so far out of shape that they just stayed up on his back. I raised my fists above my head and put one foot on his neck. All hail Tiger Lady, world's fiercest wrestler! Him: I opened my eyes and stared at her toes inches from my face. I was so far gone that it took me a while to realize that she had released me. Her: Now that I'd destroyed his arms and legs, it was time to destroy his will. I grabbed his ankles and flipped him over, face up. I stood facing him with one foot in each hand. Slo-o- owly I spread his feet apart. Men are NOT very flexible in that direction, and he knew what incredible pain I could deliver with very little effort. He waved his hands at me ineffectually. I spread his legs apart another inch, and he grabbed his crotch and moaned. Our eyes met and I saw the silent pleading in his. My heart started beating harder and I felt hot inside. For THIS was the moment that always thrilled me to the core with raw sexual power. Here was a man who was bigger than me, stronger than me, capable of doing God knows what to me, rendered completely helpless and reduced to begging ME for mercy. Him: For the first time since the start of our match, I faced my opponent. Her eyes were shining and she had this big toothy grin. She was really enjoying herself! Then she started spreading my legs and my vision dissolved into a red haze of pain broken only by her piercing eyes. Her: I spread his legs another inch and he shut his eyes and screamed. I backed off a couple inches and he wept with relief. Suddenly I pulled them apart again, savoring the writhing that this produced. I toyed with him casually, swinging him back and forth between agony and relief until he was openly sobbing. Now he was truly mine! Him: oh please oh please oh please oh please oh please ... aaaahhhhhhhhh . . . NO! NO! NOOOOO! OOOOOOOOOOOOHHH... aaaaaaahhhhhhh . . . Her: Finally I let him loose. I had to. For one thing, he was practically unconscious. Also, seeing him so helpless was making me so horny that I was getting weak-kneed. I rolled him over and undid his jeans. I pulled them down to his feet. Then I wrapped his belt around his ankles a couple times and buckled it tightly. I leaned his drooping body against the bed. I unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it down to his elbows, revealing his hairy chest. I tied his shirt tails together behind his back, further restricting his movement. The fight was over. Now the fun could begin. I opened my blouse and removed my bra, causing his eyes to widen. Him: She was displaying her magnificent breasts to me and smirking, as if to say "See what I have? Oh, wouldn't it be soooo nice if I would let you touch them?" I just looked at her blankly. It seemed like absolutely anything could happen next. Her: I sat in his lap and playfully stroked his chest. "What do you want?" he asked. "Your tongue" I whispered. He looked puzzled. "Stick out your tongue" I said, exasperated. He did. "That's better... further...good". I got up on my knees and swung my breasts towards his face. I grabbed his ears and twisted them a little to remind him that I still had him under my control. "Now... slowly, gently...that's it...ohhh yes!" His ears made excellent handles for guiding his head to first one breast, then the other. Whenever he seemed to be having too much fun, I would twist his ears a little harder. He started moaning, but it came out around his tongue more like a humming sound. Suddenly I laughed at the bizarre thought that crossed my mind. His head was like a small electric appliance that I was using for my personal pleasure -- a nipple-cleaner! Of course, he would have obliged me without any coercion, but we humans are funny creatures. It was ten times as exciting to force him to pleasure me than to simply be pleasured. Him: Normally I would have enjoyed this, but I was still aching from her savage torture, and I was confused. I wanted to run, fight and devour her all at once. Her: I stood up and turned around. I lowered my pants and presented my bare bottom to him. Again I used my "appliance" to clean myself. His tongue felt warm and slippery as it gently caressed me. Such a lovely feeling! Him: At first I recoiled from her looming buttocks, but she grabbed my ears again and forced me to lick her thoroughly. The smell and taste were unpleasant, but they weren't THAT strong. What was far worse was the disgrace of being USED as -- as -- as mere toilet paper. I grew hot with shame as I dutifully cleaned her. Her: I got up and faced him again. I put my palm on his forehead and bent his head back down onto the bed. His mouth gaped open. I put my other palm under his chin and squeezed his cheeks into his mouth, back by his molars. Now he couldn't bite anything without also biting his own cheeks. One thing I've learned, if you're going to be in control, you'd better be completely in control. I slowly lowered my breast onto his upturned face. I rubbed it all over him before letting it settle over his nose and mouth. Bearing down on him, I managed to cut off his breathing. This was one of my favorite moves. I love the delicious irony of using the softest, most nurturing part of my body to threaten his very life with! Him: Warm soft flesh slowly enveloped my face. I could hear her heart pounding away above me. Bliss turned to panic as my breathing stopped. I thrashed about madly. My lungs ached, but far worse was the feeling of total helplessness in a time of extreme danger. As I blacked out, I felt the awesome power of the female body to both give life and take it away... Her: He kicked and struggled hard, and I had to grab his hair and wrap my legs around him in order to hang on. Finally he stopped resisting and went limp. I quickly got up off his unconscious body. I wrestled the heavy body up onto the bed and stripped him naked. I took a moment to admire his muscular chest and arms. Looking down at him all sprawled out, I felt a warm glow of pride. I thought of how earlier he could have easily picked me up, carried me across the room and thrown me out into the hall. Could have, if I had let him. But Tiger Lady was faster, smarter, and one step ahead of him all the way. It's funny, I used to play with them more. I used to spank them, play horsie, make them kiss my feet and so forth. But lately overpowering them gets me so damn horny that I just can't wait to get them into bed. I hurriedly took off my clothes. I lashed his feet to the bed frame with the rope I had stashed there. I could have tied his arms down too, but that would have made it too easy, too final. I wanted to hold his arms down with mine, to feel his struggles directly, to continue winning the contest of wills. Also, I wanted to tantalize him (and me!) with a tiny possibility of escape and revenge. I like it when they struggle, and they struggle more when they have a chance to get away. I lay down on top of him and rubbed my body all over his. He groaned and started squirming under me. I could feel him getting hard under me. They always do. It's every man's secret fantasy, and mine too. Him: I awoke imprisoned under her weight. I strained against her briefly but only succeeded in using up the last of my strength. My body went slack. Most of it, anyway. I was shocked to discover my firm erection. My cheeks reddened. Was I actually enjoying this humiliation? Her: I held his arms down and dangled my breasts in his face. I wormed my way down his smooth hard body until I felt something stiff and throbbing between my legs. I wriggled with excitement. Finally, I had him right where I wanted him! I slo- o-owly engulfed him, inch by slippery inch. Mmmmmm... I proceeded at a leisurely pace. I don't know why men are always in such a hurry to end the best part! Him: I looked up at her from my fleshy jail. Her hands gripped mine tightly. The delicious warmth below told me that she was gripping me elsewhere too. She was riding me very deliberately and excruciatingly slowly. Her eyes were shut and she was biting her lip. She was so completely absorbed that she seemed almost unaware of me. This was VERY different from my experiences with other women. I felt a sense of wonder and mystery, as if a wild deer had just crept up on me and delicately licked my face. Her: He started writhing and breathing harder, but I wasn't ready to stop playing with him just yet. So I got up off him and sat on his chest. He looked dazed. I put his arms up behind his head. Trapping them under my legs, I squatted on his upturned face. Holding his head firmly in place with my ankles, I gently rubbed myself all over his nose and mouth. I licked my lips and massaged my breasts. Ahhhh... The sensations were exquisite and the sense of power was intoxicating. Him: Suddenly I felt my face become engulfed in warm moist flesh. I was very aroused and longed to grab her and stroke her. My feeble struggles to free my limbs were hopelessly ineffective. So I reached out to her the only way I could, with my tongue. With all other movement hindered, it took on a life of its own, surging and leaping madly about. Her: When he had cooled off a bit, I slid back down and engulfed him again. Again I stirred the pot slowly, heating him up to near boiling. Again I withdrew and stoked my own flames with his eager tongue. Again and again and again, back and forth, granting his desires and then thwarting them, always staying one step ahead of him, delighting in my mastery of him. Him: Arrgh! It was maddening! To be brought to the very brink of ecstasy over and over, only to be abruptly denied satisfaction. I lunged and thrashed in frustration. But each time sweet release was snatched away left me more yielding and pliable. I was her plaything, her ragdoll, limp everywhere but in one place. And that part of me felt like it was twice as big as it had ever been. Her: I became deranged with desire. I released his hands and they flew to my breasts. I was kneading his chest. Chewing his lips. Biting his neck. I was frenzied, I was voracious, I was insatiable. Ohhhhh! Him: As her pace quickened, I became absolutely feverish. My very being dissolved in an ocean of endless arousal. Time seemed to stop and I lost awareness of everything except the sensations of flesh rubbing against flesh... Her: Finally I reached my limit. I could bear no more. It was time for the coup de grace. I wrapped my legs around his hips, pinning his arms to his sides. I mounted him one last time and rode him hard and fast. His breath quickened and I could tell that he was leading in the race to nirvana. So I reached down and encircled the base of his shaft. I squeezed him tightly, preventing him from crossing the finish line. His whole body tensed and actually arched off the bed. He bucked wildly but I was determined to win this race. I held on tightly and rode him on through the gates of ecstasy. Both: omigod omigod omigod oh my god oh oh oh oh oh OH OH OH OH OOH OOOH OOOOH OOOOH OOOOOH OOOOOOHHH ooooh oooooh ooooh aaaahhh... Her: Oh... My... God... Well! Now was the time to fully tie him up, so that I could sleep safely. I lashed his arms to the bedposts, then curled up against his side and let myself collapse. I awoke early, as I always do, and allowed myself another long slow voyage to paradise. He was a little groggy, but I didn't mind. Afterwards, I washed, packed and called for a cab. Just before I left, I took care of an important detail. I retied the rope that led from his right wrist to the bedpost so that it was up off the bed. Next I took a small can of lighter fluid out of my purse and poured a little on the rope. The I taped a cigarette crosswise to the wet spot and lit it. Now I would have enough time to make my getaway, and he would be able to free himself and slink away without enduring even more humiliation. He was watching, and the gratitude in his eyes was heart-warming. But I didn't do this entirely out of compassion. I figure, the fewer questions asked, the less likely that I'll ever get found out. Always keep one step ahead, eh? I picked up my bags and went out the door. On to the airport, the next city and the next victim. Say what you like, but I rather enjoy my little adventures. Nightowl lives in Oregon and welcomes comments. His e-mail address is song_of_the_wild@yahoo.com