Ashley - My Introduction To Scissoring The Weak Male
By Ashley
Squeezing pathetic weak males between my thighs and dominating them sexually gives me scissoring sexual satisfaction


My name is Ashley. Men are weak and pathetic. I love to dominate them
physically, mentally and sexually. In fact nothing turns me on more than
squeezing the will to live from the so called "stronger sex" once I have him
locked between my thighs as I dominate his pathetic manhood at my will.

It all started in high school when I began to fill out my tall frame. I was
athletic and even though I could out-compete the boys in sports, stupid male
coaches wouldn't let me join teams. They called me Barbie just because I was
tall and blonde. The insecure little males at my school tried to pick on me
because they were weak and now I know they wanted to feel my body.

At 16 I was already a 5'10" shapely blonde with a big bust. My legs were long
and powerful from years of jazz dancing and I found out one day that I could
have sexual satisfaction by sexually dominating pathetic males as they begged
me to stop squeezing them between my thighs....poor little boys,crying for
mercy for me to release their soft defeated bodies from the torture of my
scissorhold as their little hard ons get bigger under my control....how
pathetic!

It began one day when I was walking home in the afternoon after school when
this stupid boy that had been bothering me came out from behind the bushes
with his loser friends. He was short, skinny and called me a name as he pushed
me to the ground. I was wearing my favorite mini skirt with high heels and it
hiked up when I fell, and it made me feel vulnerable.

Suddenly, this loser dove on top of me and fell between my legs. I had tried
to close my legs to stop him from falling on me but it was too late and he
fell between them. Because I was trying to close my legs to stop him, the
momentum was still there and I happened to squeeze him in my thighs as he fell
sideways between my legs. The pressure of my legs on his body forced the wind
out of him and I heard him gasp.

As I rolled to my side to get up, I took his body with me in my legs. I wanted
to get up from there but my left thigh was under his lower back and my other
thigh was across his stomach. A couple of the senior girls in school who
happened to be walking by had saw all this and one of them said, "Lock your
ankles together girl and squeeze him with your legs. Scissor the hell out of
the little jerk"

I did what she said and locked my ankles together. I began to squeeze the
skinny little loser's body with my thighs and he started struggling, so I
squeezed him harder. He started moaning and I felt his little body getting
soft as I gripped him in my thighs. I looked down and saw the pain in his
face...the pain I was inflicting on him just by tightening my thighs around
his weak little body. Then I knew what the senior girl meant by saying scissor
him. I used my legs like scissors on this boy.

This made me tingle all over, and the more I squeezed his weakening midsection
with my legs the more I became aroused. By now my little skirt was all the way
up to my waist exposing my red lacy thong but I didn't care. I was no longer
feeling vulnerable, but in control and it felt good. The weakling's skinny
body was no match for my strong muscular thighs.

I unlocked my ankles briefly and slid in closer, tucking my crotch into the
side of the wimp's body to increase the pressure. As I re-locked my ankles
together I squeezed him harder than I previously did before and he screamed. I
kept up the pressure and put my hand over his mouth to muffle his screams. I
felt so powerful and began feeling wet down below..OH this was turning me on!

I loved the look of pain and humiliation in his face as his friends looked
down and saw their buddy laying there helpless and locked between my naked
thighs with my skirt hiked up and in my high heels, as I squeezed him
senseless with my legs. I removed my hand from over his mouth and tightened my
bodyscissors harder, making him scream even louder.

As much as this was turning me on, I felt something poking on the back of my
thigh. I looked back and couldn't believe it. Despite all the pain of being
crushed between my thighs, the little jerk had a hard on. I leaned on my
elbow, and laid back relaxing my head on my hand as I looked down at him and
smiled.

"Make him submit to you!" I heard the senior girl say."Squeeze until he gives
up to you. Make him say it. It looks like he likes it anyway" Everyone had
noticed his dick poking up in his pants, adding to his humiliation.

Still smiling down on him, I asked "Do you submit?" and squeezed him harder.

"No please, just let me go. I'll leave you alone." he pleaded.

I just sighed and squeezed harder. I was getting so wet doing this to him. I
could just scissor him all day. I loved the feel of his weak body struggling
in the grip of my thighs.

He gasped once more as I kept up the pressure and tried to buck up his hips
and gave out a loud moan before passing out. I felt his body go limp in my
thighs and I looked back and saw a big wet stain in his pants. The little boy
had climaxed in his pants. I gyrated my hips with his lifeless body between my
thighs in victory, using it at my pleasure.

I released him after a while and left him lying unconcious on the ground with
his wet stained pants. I got up and looked at his friends as they stared in
disbelief.

As I stood up in my high heels and fixed my mini skirt, I looked at them and
flexed my thighs, "Anyone else want to feel the pressure?"