"The Counseling Session"
by AmazonFan
A couple visits a therapist to discuss her physical dominance.


The Physically Dominant Women's Resource Center 
(PDWRC) is a support group devoted to the emerging 
number of women whose physical strength far exceeds 
society's standards and expectations.  The PDWRC serves 
as a forum for addressing the major issues surrounding 
physically dominant women.  One of the major functions of 
the PDWRC is to counsel women individually and couples in 
adapting to relationships where the physical roles are 
reversed -- where the woman is stronger than the man.  It has 
been noted in several studies that such a relationship often 
has a liberating effect on the woman's assertiveness -- by 
knowing she is stronger, the woman feels empowered to be 
quite dominant in the relationship.

What follows is a transcript of a recent counseling session 
involving Jaime Pike, 27,  and Steve Brothers, 35, single adults 
who have been dating for seven weeks.  Jaime and Steve 
had a recent encounter in which she showed him her 
physical dominance.  They came to the PDWRC for 
counseling following this event.  The PDWRC counselor is Dr. 
Joyce Markman, a board certified psychotherapist.

PDWRC:  I want to thank both of you for coming in today.  I 
want you to know that the PDWRC is here for both of you.  
We have a high rate of success in helping couples, married 
or single, adjust to the different nature of a relationship where 
the physical roles don't follow society's preconceived 
notions.  It's especially important for you, Steve, to know that 
we recognize the particular strain that the male can 
undergo in adapting to this kind of relationship.  My function 
here is to be a facilitator.  Just to guide you through a 
discussion of your feelings now that Jaime has asserted 
herself.  There are no rules for discussion, other than to be 
perfectly honest.  Steve, maybe you'd like to begin.  Why 
don't you start by telling me about your relationships with 
women.

Steve:  And I thought you'd start with something easy!  
(laughs)  Well, I guess the key thing that relates to where 
Jaime and I am now is that I guess I've always been kind of 
shy with women.

Jaime:  No you're not.

Steve:  Yes I am.  Maybe not in striking up a conversation with 
women, something like that.

Jaime:  That's what I mean.

Steve:  But I've always been afraid to, how do I say it, make 
the first move. You know, get intimate with a woman.  I 
remember when I was a teenager being terrified to even 
kiss a girl.  Now I'm not a virgin, so I obviously overcame my 
hesitations, but I'm still slow to move.

Jaime:  Well that's true.  That's what prompted me to make 
my move on him.

PDWRC:  Jaime, tell me more about that.  What was dating 
Steve like before you showed him what you could do?

Jaime:  I really liked him.  I still do.  He was, is, very sweet and 
considerate.  He's kind of soft spoken, but when you get him 
to open up a little, he's got a great sense of humor.  And he's 
a great kisser!  I mean, he's got this soft mouth and he really 
knows how to kiss.

Steve:  Am I blushing?

Jaime:  So it was really driving me crazy when he wouldn't 
go beyond a nice kiss when we were having our early 
dates.  With other guys, they're trying to stick their hands under 
my blouse from the get go, but not Steve.  I was wondering 
what I was doing wrong.  He was turning me on, but I didn't 
think I was having the same effect on him.

PDWRC:  Steve, what did you think of Jaime, physically?

Steve:  Oh Jamie's a knockout.

Jaime:  Thank you.

PDWRC:  Go on, Steve.

Steve:  Well I hope this doesn't come across sounding like 
something sexist but I guess I'd have to admit that one of the 
things that really attracted me to Jaime, physically that is, is 
her breasts.

Jaime:  That's okay, honey.  I know they get attention.

PDWRC:  So you're attracted to women with large breasts.  
Jaime, for the record, what's your bust measure?

Jaime:  I'll tell you but it's going to sound bigger than I 
actually look because my chest and back are pretty big.  
My bust measures 48 inches and I'm a D cup.

PDWRC:  I understand.  That's not unusual for women built like 
you.  Steve, did you notice Jaime's overall physical 
development?

Steve:  I could tell she wasn't a skinny little fashion model, but 
to be honest, she always wore these loose fitting outfits, so I 
didn't have a good idea what she looked like.  Other than 
her breasts which she couldn't exactly hide.

Jaime:  I guess I dressed that way on purpose.  I've had 
experiences in the past with guys who really couldn't take 
being with a woman built like I am.

PDWRC:  You mean muscular?

Jaime:  Yeah.  And other times being built like I am just gets 
me a little more attention than I feel comfortable with.  So I 
generally make it a rule to dress in something that 
camouflages the way I'm built.

PDWRC:  So Steve, you had no inkling that Jaime had such a 
strong body.

Steve:  No, not until the night of her "demonstration".

PDWRC:  Jaime, what prompted you?

Jaime:  A couple of things, really.  First there was this growing 
frustration that Steve wasn't going to initiate anything intimate.  
I wanted to have sex with him and it was driving me crazy!  
The second was the little secret that I discovered.

Steve:  This is the first I'm hearing of this.

Jaime:  You're going to shoot me.  It happened by 
accident, really.  Steve and I were in a bar having a drink 
and he'd gone to the men's room.  I needed a slip of 
paper to write something down on and I grabbed his 
briefcase to find a pad.

Steve:  You mean that night just before you invited me over 
for dinner?

Jaime:  That was the one.

Steve:  So now I know what happened.

PDWRC:  Care to fill me in?

Jaime:  When I opened the briefcase I rummaged through 
looking for paper and came upon something quite 
unexpected.  It was a flyer from a video company selling 
tapes of mixed wrestling.  You know, where a woman 
wrestles a guy?

PDWRC:  (Laughs)  Yes, I'm familiar with that.

Jaime:  Well from the pictures it was obvious that the women 
were beating the men and that they were pretty well built.  
Their physiques were definitely superior to the guys'.  Well at 
that moment I figured I knew how to get Steve in bed.  He 
may not have had any idea how strong I am, but I knew I 
could show him a thing or two!

PDWRC:  Do you collect those videos, Steve?

Steve:  Cat's out of the bag I guess.  Yeah, I've bought a few 
over the years.

PDWRC:  So you enjoyed watching women outwrestle 
men?

Steve:  Yes, but I'd only watched.  I'd never tried to find 
anyone myself.

PDWRC:  Why not?

Steve:  I thought I'd be too weird.

PDWRC:  That's one of the misconceptions we try to deal 
with here.  There's nothing wrong with finding a stronger 
woman attractive.  Jaime, what happened next?

Jaime:  Well I'd been wanting to invite Steve over for dinner 
at my place, figuring that if anything was going to happen 
that would be the place.  But seeing the flyer for the videos 
kind of turned my plans around.  Before I saw that, I think I 
would have hoped that Steve would make the right moves 
and we'd end up in bed.  But then after, I knew that I should 
take things into my own hands.

PDWRC:  Steve, you must have thought that something 
intimate could happen when she invited you for dinner at 
her place.

Steve:  You're right, but I still had the same old fear of making 
the wrong move and being rejected.

PDWRC:  And what happened?

Steve:  I arrived at her door with flowers and a bottle of wine 
and I ring the bell and the door opens and WOW!  The 
place is all candle lit and there's Jaime looking absolutely 
stunning.

Jaime:  Thank you!

Steve:  She's got this flowing red outfit on, loose fitting like all 
her clothes, but the neckline plunges way down.  I'd never 
seen her cleavage before and god there was a lot of it!

Jaime:  I don't think he even realized that I was braless.

Steve:  No I didn't and if you had told me that breasts that 
big could defy gravity like that I wouldn't have believed it.

Jaime:  So he walks in and I give him a kiss.  Not a friendly 
little hello kiss.  A smoldering, passionate, come fuck me kiss.

PDWRC:  And?

Jaime:  And nothing!  I couldn't believe he wouldn't even try 
to feel my boobs or something while we were kissing.  I'd 
practically pinned a welcome sign on them.  I figured I'd 
given him his last chance to be the initiator.  I was taking over 
at that point.

PDWRC:  Steve, why didn't you do anything?

Steve:  Pure unadulterated fear.

PDWRC:  But you felt attracted to Jaime?

Steve:  Hell yes!

PDWRC:  So what happened next?

Jaime:  I opened the wine and sat him down on the couch.  
I made a big to do about bending forward as I put the wine 
glasses down so he'd get a good look down my top.  We 
went through about two-thirds of a bottle while chatting.  
He'd put his glass down on the table and I put mine down 
too and then I reached over and took hold of his wrists.

PDWRC:  And what was your reaction at the moment, Steve?

Steve:  I guess I had none, to be honest.  I really didn't see 
what was coming.  She just took hold of my hands.

Jaime:  He was kind of sitting sideways on the couch so he 
could face me.  So I just started pushing him backwards.  I 
did it so quickly and he wasn't expecting it, so I had his back 
pinned against the sofa in a flash.  His head was against the 
arm.

Steve:  She started to chuckle and I said something like, 
"Hey what are you doing?" and then came the shocker.

PDWRC:  What was that?

Steve:  The shock came the moment I tried to push back.  I 
started with just a little pressure and gradually I added more 
and more force.  And I'm scared that she's going to realize 
that I'm trying with all my might.  But damn it, I can't budge 
her!  She's got me pinned on the sofa and I'm not strong 
enough to get unpinned.  Of course I had no idea she was 
intentionally showing me she was stronger than I am.  I just 
figured that she'd pinned me and expected me to be able 
to fight her off.

PDWRC:  And Jaime, what were you thinking?

Jaime:  I was in heaven!  I mean I was 99% sure I was a lot 
stronger than Steve, but proving it at that moment was pure 
exhilaration.  I knew he was trying with all his might and the 
look of fear and surprise on his face was priceless!  I looked 
him in the eyes and said, "Sometimes a girl's got to take 
things into her own hands."  And he said "What do you 
mean?"

Steve:  Well when she said that it dawned on me that she 
was trying to prove that she was stronger than me.  I think at 
that moment what flashed before me was a vision of one of 
those apartment house wrestling scenes.  And I got an 
erection.

Jaime:  I felt his bulge and thought to myself "Bingo!"  At last I 
knew I could turn him on.

Jaime:  I pinned his arms under my knees and he wasn't 
strong enough to buck me off.

PDWRC:  Steve, how big are you?

Steve:  Six feet tall.  My weight goes up and down a bit but 
it's usually in the low 150's.

PDWRC:  And you Jaime?

Jaime:  Five ten.  186.

PDWRC:  You had no idea she weighed that much more 
than you?

Steve:  No and I still can't believe it.  She doesn't look that 
heavy to me.

Jaime:  Muscle, my dear.

Steve:  Yeah, I know.  You keep telling me.

Jaime:  So I figured it was time to cut to the chase, so I 
reached back and started unbuckling his belt and unzipping 
his fly.  That's when he really seemed to panic and doubled 
his efforts to get me off him.

Steve:  It wasn't like I had a problem with having a gorgeous 
woman want to pull my pants off, but somehow her doing it 
because she was stronger than me made me want to fight 
back and resist her.

PDWRC:  That's not an uncommon reaction, Steve.

Steve:  All I could think of was that she was doing this to me 
because I was weaker than she was.

Jaime:  And all I wanted to do was show him how much he 
turned me on.  The interesting thing was the more physical I 
got, the more I used my strength, the more sexually aroused 
I became.

PDWRC:  There's more than one interpretation to the phrase, 
"Power is an aphrodisiac."

Jaime:  I'll say.  So once I got his pants loosened I unbutton a 
couple of buttons on his shirt and then I jumped off the sofa.

Steve:  She scooped me up in her arms like I weighed 
nothing and carried me into her bedroom.  She threw me 
on the bed and despite my attempts to stop her, she 
stripped me down to just my boxers.  It was really 
embarrassing because I had the erection.

Jaime:  It was quite a tent pole!

Steve:  She was standing beside the bed, not even holding 
me down, and yet I felt paralyzed there.  Her attack had 
been so sudden and so overpowering that I couldn't move.  
I'm still not sure how to deal with the feelings of fear and 
resistance on the one hand and intense arousal and desire 
for her and her power on the other.

PDWRC:  That ambivalence is natural and will fade with time.  
What's in conflict is your perception of how the world 
traditionally sees men as sexual aggressors and your new 
world in which Jaime is physically and sexually dominant.

Jaime:  I remember feeling a little ambivalent at that 
moment, too.

PDWRC:  What from?

Jaime:  Well there was part of me that wanted to jump on 
top of Steve right then and screw his brains out.  And the 
other part wanted to continue demonstrating my strength 
and physical dominance.

PDWRC:  Which won out?

Jaime:  (Laughs)  I can't resist showing off!

Steve:  I think I was babbling something about it's not being 
the right thing to do and Jaime just put her fingers to her lips to 
tell me to keep quiet.

Jaime:  I was wearing a pair of slacks with an elasticized 
waistband.  I slipped those off first.  I had a tiny thong 
underneath.

Steve:  The second I laid eyes on her legs I knew her strength 
hadn't been my imagination.  Her legs were really sexy and 
shapely, but just plain big.  Her thighs were plainly bigger 
than mine.  And so solid looking.  Then she turned her back to 
me and I saw she was wearing a thong.  Her glutes were an 
incredible sight!  Big and hard and dimpled as she flexed 
them.  I muttered something about what an awesome 
body she had.

Jaime:  I think the poor boy was just in shock.  I don't know 
what he expected me to look like under my clothes, but 
apparently not this.  I turned back to face him and just said, 
"You've only seen half."

Steve:  Jaime pulled her red top off over her head and I 
thought I'd go into cardiac arrest!

Jaime:  Flattery.  Flattery.

Steve:  The first thing was that she wasn't wearing a bra.  Like I 
said before I never thought breasts that size could defy 
gravity like that.  And then I got a good look at her arms.  No 
wonder she pinned me so easily!  I didn't even want to look 
at mine to compare them.

Jaime:  Steve said something like, "I had no idea you were 
hiding that under your clothes." which I took as a 
compliment.  There was an awkward moment with me just 
standing there and Steve just lying on the bed.  But then I 
remembered that he was too shy to make a move and 
was probably completely paralyzed seeing my body 
nearly naked for the first time.

Steve:  I think I was.  I mean there I was with this woman who 
just stripped off her clothes to reveal a body that makes 
mine look like a stick in comparison.  She's looming over me, 
me knowing that she's strong enough to make me do 
anything that pleases her.  I had no idea what to do.  How to 
react.

Jaime:  Other than to maintain your erection.

Steve:  That wasn't hard to do.

PDWRC:  Ouch!  Bad pun, Steve.

Jaime:  Since I'd seen those wrestling flyers, I was pretty sure 
that Steve would get turned on by having me wrestle him.  I 
honestly can say that I'd never tried that before, but knowing 
Steve's shyness I guessed I couldn't ask him what he'd like.  
I'd just have to try my best to figure out what to do and how 
to wrestle him.  Fortunately the brief look I got at the pictures 
in the flyer had given me a few ideas of what I should do.

Steve:  I was wondering how you knew those holds.

Jaime:  The first thing I did was flex my arms.

Steve:  It's called a double biceps pose.

Jaime:  I'm really proud of the size and definition in my arms 
when I flex them and I wanted to show Steve how big and 
strong they were.

Steve:  When she hit that pose I felt really unsure of myself.  I 
mean, her arms were incredible!  The muscles exploded in 
size and definition.  Big and rounded underneath and hard 
peaks on top.  That part was really exciting.  I never 
dreamed I'd see arms like that in the flesh.

PDWRC:  Jaime, just how big are your arms?

Jaime:  I really haven't measured them in a while.  You see, 
I'm more into strength than size.  After I measured over 17 
inches, I stopped measuring because I thought they were 
big enough.  But they've probably gotten a little bigger 
since then.

PDWRC:  So you're more than 17 inches?

Jaime:  Oh, sure.

PDWRC:  Steve, have you measured your arms since seeing 
Jaime's?

Steve:  How'd you know I'd do that?

PDWRC:  It's the point we try to make here, Steve.  Your 
situation is not unique.  Other guys have gone through what 
you're going through and adapted to their new lifestyle 
quite comfortably.

Steve:  Well, I did.  Do I have to tell you what I measured?

PDWRC:  No, you don't.  But keeping it a secret is a 
manifestation of your being embarrassed or uncomfortable 
with the difference in size between you and Jaime.  That's 
not good.  You are what you are.  She is what she is.  You 
learn to live with and appreciate the differences.

Steve:  Well I'll have to go through a period of adjustment.  
I'm sure your other male patients didn't "get comfortable" 
overnight.

PDWRC:  True.

Steve:  Let's just say that, depending on how big Jaime's 
gotten since the last time she measured herself, it's safe to 
say that she's got between four and five inches on me.

Jaime:  Jeez, Steve, we can all do the math.  Why not just 
say it?

PDWRC:  Jaime, if Steve is feeling uncomfortable, he 
shouldn't be pressured by you, understand?

Jaime:  Because I've already dominated him?

PDWRC:  Exactly.

Jaime.  Okay.  Sorry.

PDWRC:  It's my job as facilitator to try to push Steve, based 
upon my experience handling these cases.  He's doing fine 
in volunteering the answer he did.  Now Steve, let's get back 
to where we were.  You had said something about being 
unsure of yourself.  You found the sight of her arms exciting, 
on the one hand, but what else was going on that made 
you feel so unsure?

Steve:  Well I think you've got to appreciate the fact that 
before I walked in the door I'd no idea that Jaime -- one, 
had such a strong body, and two, was quite aggressive and 
forward.  I really didn't know what she was expecting of me.  
Was she testing me, thinking that I should be able to prove I 
was stronger than she was?  Would she think less of me if I 
couldn't?  Was I "manly" enough for her?  If she was stronger 
than I was, would she think I was some kind of wimp?  And I 
guess there was also another couple of thoughts going 
through the back of mind.  She'd stripped me down to my 
boxers.  She was just in a thong.  It was obvious what 
direction we were headed in, assuming I didn't screw it up 
somehow by disappointing her.  I wondered how I'd, you 
know, measure up to other guys she'd been with.

PDWRC:  Do you mean penile size or performance?

Steve:  Er, both.  I think I thought that because she was so big 
herself that size might be important to her.  And this was such 
a different kind of erotic experience for me.  She was in 
control of things.  I guess I was a little afraid that I might not be 
able to, well you know, I think the clinical term is premature....

PDWRC:  Ejaculation.  Don't worry Steve, you're doing fine.  I 
know these things are hard to express sometimes.  It might 
interest you to know, Steve, that some women take a view 
of premature ejaculation that may be different from your 
preconceived notions.  Certainly when a man and woman 
are engaged in intercourse and the woman is anticipating 
having the man enter her as part of their lovemaking, then 
premature ejaculation can be disappointing, frustrating.  But, 
with physically dominant women, there can be a different 
dynamic.  When she is in the act of proving her dominance, 
or in loving relationships, just showing her love, she will often 
want to exert such a powerful stimulus that the man simply 
can't control himself.  It is, in a sense, symbolic that the man 
"surrenders" his semen, acquiescing to the physical and 
erotic power and control of the woman.

Jaime:  She can feel flattered that she's so appealing that 
she over stimulates him.  It's her will overpowering him.

Steve:  Well, maybe if I'd had this counseling before she 
threw me on the bed, I wouldn't have been so anxious!  
(Laughs)

PDWRC:  We'll have to look into pre-encounter counseling.  
(Laughs)

PDWRC:  So, Jaime, you've got him a bundle of nerves on 
the bed, hitting this pose.  What happened next?

Jaime:  I could tell immediately by his eyes that my arms 
were making quite the impression on him, which, quite 
frankly, is exactly what I wanted.  I knew I'd caught him 
completely off guard.  That every moment was more 
surprising for him than the last.  The more I pressed the 
advantage of surprise and uncertainty, the more I could 
control him.  I said, "Well, Steve, I'm not hiding anything now, 
am I?"  And he kind of whispered "no".  So I said, "If I couldn't 
see that bulge in your boxers I'd never have known if you 
liked me."

Steve:  I knew what she was getting at.  It's not the first time 
that women have criticized me for not taking the lead 
sexually.  And I said, "Of course I like you.  I'm just shy about 
expressing it.  But I think you said you'd decided to take 
matters into your own hands."

Jaime:  I laughed and said, "That's pretty obvious."

Steve:  I asked her what she was going to do.  After all, she'd 
been pretty unpredictable up to that point.  How was I to 
know how crazy she might be?

Jaime:  And I thought that was the perfect cue for me to try 
wrestling him.  So I just yelled out, "Let's get ready to rumble!"  
Just like that fight announcer and I grabbed his wrist and 
pulled him off the bed to his feet.

Steve:  She got me in a side headlock, standing beside the 
bed.  And I was so surprised that I just kind of stood there, not 
resisting.  And she said, "Come on, Steve, fight back.  You 
won't hurt me.  Let's see who can get who to say uncle."

PDWRC:  So at this point, Jaime, you're pretty confident of 
the outcome, even though you'd never wrestled before.

Jaime:  Sure.  I knew I had a size and strength advantage.  
And even though I know there's technique involved in 
wrestling as well, there was nothing that I knew about Steve's 
background that would have made me think he knew 
much about wrestling himself.  So the odds were stacked in 
my favor.

Steve:  What Jaime may have lacked in technical 
knowledge she more than made up for with her natural 
athleticism and instincts.

Jaime:  Steve started to try to pry his head loose, but I had a 
pretty tight grip on him.

Steve:  I'll say.  My jawbone was aching from the pressure.  If 
she'd squeezed any harder I might have had to give up.  
Imagine saying uncle just from a headlock!

Jaime:  I wanted this little wrestling match to really turn Steve 
on, because I knew he must like it, having seen the flyers.  I 
started by twisting his head around so his face was mashed 
against my breast.

Steve:  This counseling is illuminating because I'm hearing 
Jaime's side of the story.  When she mashed my face 
against her breast, I didn't think she was trying to turn me on, I 
thought she was kind of wanting to humiliate me.  You know, 
literally rubbing it in my face that a woman was controlling 
me.

Jaime:  It's amazing how things get misunderstood.

PDWRC:  That's why good counseling and good 
communications are so important.

Jaime:  When he couldn't pry himself loose, I had two 
choices:  go easy on him and let him get loose, or not 
pretend that he was any stronger than he was.  I guess I 
didn't see any point in going easy on him.  I assumed it 
would be what he'd want.

Steve:  Her instincts are correct there.  As disconcerting as it is 
to be up against a woman who's stronger than you, I'd 
much prefer to know that I'm going all out and she's still able 
to overpower me, rather than have her hold back and fake 
it, trying to boost my ego.  If you're going to do battle with a 
strong woman, let her show her stuff.

Jaime:  So I just kind of rolled him off my hip and threw him on 
the bed.  I bent down and tucked my chin and picked him 
up across my shoulders.

Steve:  I looked across at the mirror over her dresser and 
saw my reflection.  What a sight!  At that moment I wished I 
had a picture of what she was doing.  This topless amazon 
carrying me across her shoulders with no sign of strain or effort 
on her face.

Jaime:  I carried him there for a bit.  To make sure it sunk in 
that I could lift and carry him pretty easily.  Then I turned so 
my back was facing the bed and figuring I really wouldn't 
hurt Steve, I deliberately fell backwards, holding him.

Steve:  Jaime landed on top of me, but thankfully it was 
mostly her head and shoulders, not her full weight.

Jaime:  Even if it had been, the bed would have cushioned 
you.

Steve:  Maybe so.  But at that point I was just being 
overwhelmed.  Thrown around.  Picked up.  Dropped.  
Jaime was just manhandling me, make that amazon-
handling me, and I was getting very self-conscious that I 
didn't seem to be able to stop her.  To mount any kind of 
defense.  Never mind turn the tide.

Jaime:  I could feel that Steve was trying to resist me, but I 
was a step or two ahead of him, so he didn't know what to 
expect.  I think I might have been a bit surprised at myself 
and how well I was handling him, and that sort of pushed me 
on.

Steve:  That's one way of putting it.  Jaime flipped over and 
we rolled around on the bed for a bit.  I was trying to get free 
of her and she was riding me, using her weight and strength 
to keep me pinned down on the bed.

Jaime:  I wanted to try one of the things I'd seen in the flyer.  
Wrapping my legs around Steve's midsection.

Steve:  That's called a scissors hold, dear.

Jaime:  Okay.  I'll learn the names as we go along.  Well I 
had him under me, face down and I just rolled us over so 
he'd be on top of me, his back against my front.  I did it fast 
enough that I could swing my legs around his sides at the 
same time.  I squeezed my thighs and thought "Oh shit!  Big 
mistake!"

Steve:  I actually screamed with the pain.  It was 
instantaneous and completely overwhelming.  I couldn't tell 
if she was just going to crush me or break me in two!

Jaime:  I had no idea my legs were that strong.  I really didn't 
mean to cause that much pain, but I eased up 
immediately.

Steve:  Jaime, you must have studied your legs considering 
how beautiful they are.  You never thought legs that size 
wouldn't have enormous power?  Just look at her thighs, 
what do you think?

PDWRC:  Because I've counseled several strong women, I 
can look and tell what Jaime's capable of.  But believe it or 
not, Steve, until a woman actually exerts her strength on a 
man, she sometimes has no idea the damage she can do.  
Have you ever read a story about mixed wrestling?

Steve:  Well, yeah.

PDWRC:  Then I'm sure you've run across the male making 
the statement "I never knew a woman's legs could be that 
strong."

Steve:  Not only have I read it, I've experienced it myself with 
Jaime!

PDWRC:  Well, on the flip side, a woman sometimes doesn't 
know her legs can be that strong either.

Steve:  So Jaime's clamping down that hard on me was 
unintentional?

Jaime:  I told you that!

PDWRC:  Did she do it to you again?

Steve:  She's used her legs on me, but never that hard 
again.  She almost cracked me in half!

PDWRC:  Well, Steve, then I think you owe Jaime an 
apology for not believing her and having to hear it from me.  
It was unintentional.

Steve:  Okay, I'm sorry.

Jaime:  I told him right on the spot that I was sorry for 
squeezing too hard.  I certainly didn't want to hurt him!  I 
unclasped my legs and he sat up and felt his sides and said 
he was okay.  I laughed in relief and grabbed his arm and 
pulled him on top of me.  Now we were face to face.  I 
wrapped my arms around his chest and held him tight 
against me while I kissed him.  We started to French kiss and 
"Boing!" his erection came fully back to life.

Steve:  There was no stopping that.  I mean she's got her 
naked breasts pressing against my chest and her tongue is 
swirling around in my mouth and what else was I going to 
do.  I knew she could feel my hard on.  I'm sorry, do you 
want me to say "erection"?

PDWRC:  Anything you're comfortable with, Steve.

Steve:  Well having my thing pressing so insistently against her 
was making me self-conscious and uncomfortable.  I mean, 
what if she wasn't, you know, getting aroused herself?  She 
might think I was going too fast.

PDWRC:  Steve, you might be better off not agonizing over 
these things.  With a little more objectivity, you might have 
seen that you were in bed with a woman who had almost 
no clothes on, who was kissing you quite passionately.  You 
shouldn't have been worrying.

Steve:  Old habits.  Old thought processes.  Old conditioning.  
It's hard to break.

PDWRC:  That's what counseling is for.

Jaime:  So I can feel Steve trying to pull off of me.  But I've 
got my arms around him?  So he's not getting away.  In fact, I 
just told him tighter with my arms.  That's a bear hug, right, 
Steve?

Steve:  Yes.

Jaime:  See, I am learning the terms.  So we've stopped 
kissing because he was trying to break free and I'm holding 
him on top with this bear hug and judging by his face he's 
having a tough time.

Steve:  Jaime mentioned before she's proud of her arms?  
Let me tell you she's amazingly strong.  I thought bear hugs 
were fake.  But I was having trouble breathing.  And getting 
loose?  Forget it!  I felt her arms as she held me cause my 
arms were free, outside hers.  Man that was awesome.  
Those muscles were so big and hard.  I was so totally 
envious.

Jaime:  I said, "And where do you think you're trying to go?  
I've almost got you right where I want you."

Steve:  And I decided to be honest.  I said, "I can't believe 
how strong you are.  I think you've got me a little scared."

Jaime:  Well it's not affecting his erection so I tease him a little 
and I answer, "From what I can feel, fear isn't the only thing 
coursing through your veins.  Feels like a lot of blood has 
rushed to one spot."

Steve:  Jaime's talking about my erection really made me 
self-conscious again.

PDWRC:  Steve, I'm beginning to wonder how you ever 
made love to any woman.

Jaime:  Isn't he something?

PDWRC:  Let's try to be more understanding and less 
judgmental, Jaime.  I'm a bit guilty myself.  I'm sorry I said 
that, Steve.

Steve:  No harm.  It's not like I didn't realize I have this 
problem.  You weren't out of line.

PDWRC:  Nevertheless. it was poor judgment on my part.

Jaime:  At that point, it felt like Steve's erection was going to 
rip right through his boxers.  Which is what gave me my next 
bit of inspiration.  I pulled Steve's body up higher on me and 
slid my arms from his chest to his waist.  I quickly slid my hands 
inside his shorts, grabbed his buns and squeezed!  He had 
such a cute butt!  His body jerked, but I continued to hold 
him tight.  Then I slid my fingers around the waistband of his 
boxers, got a real tight grip, and RIP!  I tore them right down 
the seat.

Steve:  When I felt that and heard the rip, I knew she'd 
trashed my shorts.  There was no way they were ever going 
to stay on.

Jaime:  I rolled us over again so I was on top again.  He was 
pressed tight enough against me that his shorts, miraculously, 
stayed covering his front.  There was one other move I saw 
on the flyer and now I wanted to try it.

Steve:  Under the category of "a little knowledge is a 
dangerous thing."  I wish she hadn't seen some of those 
pictures.  It gave her ideas that get very devastating when 
applied with her size and power.

Jaime:  Anyway, the picture showed the girl on top of the 
guy with her rear end lifted high up off him, clenching her 
glutes.  The caption said something about hip thrusts, so I 
figured out the idea was to slam my body against his.

Steve:  She figured out exactly how to do it and boy was I 
surprised.  After we rolled over she pinned my arms over my 
head and slid up my body a little. Her pelvis was about 
chest high on me.  I was thinking she was just going to use her 
weight to pin me down when she lifted her hips up.  There 
was no way for me to protect myself.  She stayed in that 
position for a moment.

Jaime:  I was trying to remember the picture to make sure I 
was getting it right.

Steve:  And then BAM!  Her tight hard abs and hips slam 
against my chest.  One blow and the wind was knocked out 
of me!  WHAM!  She hoists up and slams me again, maybe a 
little harder.  Then maybe ten or fifteen in a row.  Not as hard 
but real fast.  BAMBAMBAM!  Her hips and thighs are really 
thrusting her body now.  She pauses and grins down at me 
and slowly raises her butt up again, really high and holds it 
there.

Jaime:  I could see that I had him on the proverbial ropes.  It 
wasn't like he hadn't been trying, but I was pretty sure he was 
ready to say uncle.  And I'd been having so much fun 
wrestling that I really wanted to win and declare myself the 
winner.

Steve:  She said, "How much more of this do you think you 
can take before I get you to say uncle?"  How do you 
answer a question like that?  I tried to bridge my body and 
buck her off me, but she slammed down and flattened me 
to the bed again.  Then she must have hip thrust me about 
thirty times in a row, just a blur she was so quick.

Jaime:  It was such a neat sound when our bodies collided, 
skin slapping against skin.

Steve:  Try being on the bottom with a bigger, heavier, 
harder body pulverizing you and the sound is not something 
you're focusing on.  I was wondering if my chest was going 
to be crushed.

Jaime:  Poor Steve is gritting his teeth and groaning at this 
point. rolling his head from side to side.  So I just pushed my 
breasts down on his face.

Steve:  She'd already knocked all the air out of me.  Her 
chest is so full and firm that she could really smother me with 
those puppies.  She lifted her hips again and started 
banging against me real hard, punctuating each thrust by 
yelling, "Give!  Give!  Give!"  There are nothing I could do to 
stop her.  I mean I was completely defenseless.  It seemed 
useless to continue absorbing all that punishment and risk 
passing out.  She'd proven her point. She'd beaten me.

Jaime:  I could hear Steve kind of squealing something, but it 
was all muffled.  I almost started laughing that my breasts 
were smothering his words.  I pulled off his face and he 
gasped for air and stammered, "All right!  I've had enough.  
You win.  Uncle.  Whatever you want me to say!"  So I teased 
him and said, "Aw.  I was just getting warmed up."

Steve:  She sat on my chest and just basked in her victory.  
You could tell she was really pleased with herself.  She asked 
me, "So you think I'm pretty strong, huh?", while she hit 
another double biceps pose, her huge arms exploding 
again.  Damn if I wasn't in the exact position I'd often 
fantasized about being in -- pinned under a muscular, 
buxom woman.  But she was waiting for an answer.  "Pretty 
strong?" I said, "That doesn't begin to describe it.  I couldn't 
seem to find a way to stop you."

Jaime:  I was thinking that he'd figured out my plot for the 
evening, how I was going to get around the problem of his 
shyness.  "Exactly what I had planned," I said.

Steve:  I wasn't thinking that clearly.  I was still pretty dazed by 
all the surprises I'd been through.  Jaime had this shit-eating 
smug grin on her face.  She ran the fingers of one hand up 
her side and over her shoulder and down her biceps, 
pausing while she flexed it again.  "I was pretty sure I had the 
right tools for the job."  Then I asked, "Now that I've said 
uncle, what happens to me?  Do I still get dinner?"

Jaime:  I said, "That sounds like a reward to me.  And I was 
the winner.  I think I deserve a reward."  And Steve just said 
"Uh oh" and I started giggling and rolled sideways off his 
chest.  I knelt beside him and took a deep breath.  This was 
the moment I'd been waiting for.  I reached quickly for the 
front of his shorts.  He tried to stop me but I was too fast for 
him.  Since the back was already ripped to shreds it came 
right off in my hand.  I tossed it aside to the floor.

PDWRC:  Jaime, Steve said earlier that he had some fears 
about not measuring up in terms of size and/or 
performance. I didn't ask you to answer him then, but this 
might be a good time to comment, if you don't mind.

Jaime:  Gee, the only times I've talked about a guy's 
equipment was with my girlfriends, in the sauna.  You know, 
women's locker room stuff.  I feel kind of funny saying 
anything right in front of the guy.

PDWRC:  We're just trying to improve communications and 
understanding.

Jaime:  Let me try answering it this way.  As far as size is 
concerned, I liked what I saw.  Not too large, definitely not 
too small.  Actually Steve was bigger than I imagined he'd 
be.  His hands fooled me.

PDWRC:  Satisfied, Steve?

Steve:  Yeah, sure.

PDWRC:  You're not in the mood to comment?

Steve:  Not really.

PDWRC:  Jaime, anything to add about performance?

Jaime:  Well he's got to know the answer to that!  He knows I 
much I got off.  He was very, very good.  High marks.  And 
the highest grade for, how do I put it, recovery time?

PDWRC:  His speed in getting another erection?

Jaime:  Exactly.  I only thought teenage boys were 
supposed to be that fast.

Steve:  Jaime has to get some of the credit for that.  I've 
always recuperated fairly quickly, but with her, it's something 
else.  I think it's the result of just being with someone so 
different and arousing as her.  And she happens to have 
some pretty amazing techniques.

Jaime:  He's back to flattery again.  But the real fun part of 
Steve's having this talent is that I can, if I choose, make him, 
you know, ejaculate, and it's not like I'm wasting a good 
hard on because he'll be ready again in no time.

PDWRC:  Well it doesn't sound to me like either of you need 
any counseling when it comes to your sexual performance.

Jaime:  No, we don't.  Steve knows exactly what to do when 
he finally musters the courage to do it.

Steve:  When Jaime pulled my shorts off, she peeled her 
thong off, too.  Well, I didn't need a road map to know 
where things were gong then.  I knew we were going to 
have sex and I was incredibly excited that such a sexy 
woman with this unbelievable body wanted to do it with me.

Jaime:  I don't know why, maybe I wanted to make some 
kind of symbolic gesture, but the second I stripped my thong 
off I had this overwhelming desire to make some big move 
on Steve.  Is this making sense?  I stood on the floor and 
scooped him up in my arms.  And then I got him up across 
my shoulders again.  And I walked us over in front of the 
mirror.

Steve:  I was convinced she really wanted to show off.  I 
mean, right in front of the mirror?  She had one arm around 
my neck and the other was between my legs.  And she took 
her hand and started pumping me.  And then she yelled, 
"Who's the champion?  Who's the best wrestler?  Who's the 
strongest?"  And each time I answered. "You are."  And then 
all of a sudden I couldn't control myself anymore.

Jaime:  I thought to myself "Whoops!" because I really wasn't 
trying to make him ejaculate, but he did and of course at 
that point I didn't know how quickly he recovers.  So I 
dropped him back on the bed and got him in a 69 position.  
I really enjoy fellatio, so I just started in on him and he 
reciprocated and much to my amazement he started to 
get hard again right away.

Steve:  I guess we both enjoy oral sex a lot.

PDWRC:  So then you proceeded to have intercourse?

Jaime:  I'll say!

PDWRC:  Well it sounds to me like you two are well on the 
road to adapting to a very healthy relationship.  Do you feel 
threatened by Jaime, Steve?

Steve:  No.  She's aggressive, for sure, but I think I like that.

PDWRC:  And Jaime, is there anything Steve should be 
doing that he's not doing?

Jaime:  Not that I can think of.  I'm really glad that he seems 
to like me the way that I am.

Steve:  It's just that it's so unusual for a guy to be weaker.  I 
thought we should talk to somebody about it.  It's kind of 
new territory for me.

Jaime:  Oh, I think he's learning to adapt pretty well.  All I 
have to do is lean over and whisper "Want to wrestle?" and 
he's all mine.

Steve:  She did that to me the other night.  We were out 
having dinner at a restaurant with one of my clients and I was 
afraid to stand up I had such a hard on.

PDWRC:  As long as she's not trying to humiliate you in front of 
others, I see no problem in her teasing you a little.

Steve:  It's not like she's going to pin me down in front of other 
people.

Jaime:  Oh, I've got a couple of friends from the gym that 
would love to see us in action.

Steve: Jaime!  I'm not ready for that!

Jaime:  (laughs)  Just kidding you, Steve.  I might show off 
wrestling, but I don't think I could have sex in front of an 
audience.

Steve:  Whew!  That's a relief.

PDWRC:  Well it sounds to me like the lines of communication 
between you two have opened up. I think we've cleared 
up a couple of misunderstandings and misperceptions 
today and that's good.  Tell each other what you're feeling.  
What's on your minds.  Don't make assumptions.  Ask a lot of 
questions and remember that the objective for both of you 
is to feel comfortable.  If you keep focused on that, then it's 
a win-win situation and your relationship can flourish.

Steve:  Thank you, Doctor.  This has been helpful.

Jaime:  Yes, thanks.

PDWRC:  Thank you both for coming in today.

The End

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