Light Switch II - The Superstars, part I
By BOS (cashley216@woh.rr.com)
Famous couple fights it out in public

This story is set in the context of Light Switch, a combat sport featuring
battles of the sexes with an erotic motif. (See Light Switch I: The Little
Diva, on this thread.) The matches are done before an audience and streamed on
the Internet. The name derives from this rule: The goal of the woman is to
repeatedly turn the man on and off, like a light switch. If he experiences 10
erections and deflations, she wins. The male has to wear revealing briefs.
Three of four ringside judges must rule that he has turned hard or soft. No
more than five of the switch-ons can come in any one position. Meanwhile, the
male can win in any way: pin, submission, knockout, even rape. Each contestant
is permitted to try to strip the other. The woman may attempt to rape the man
if she gets the 10 erections first.

Everybody in the world knew that Dexter had cheated on Tay. Their affairs - so
to speak -- were entirely public. Tay had, in her hugely popular music videos,
made clear that she was furious at Dexter. Among other things, she was
embarrassed. She saw herself as a role model for girls and young women, and
she encouraged them to stand up for their own interests. So how would it look
if she were to accept Dexter's cheating? There had to repercussions. Actually,
Dexter understood that. He felt bad about the spot he had put her in. One
reason was that, after all, he benefitted from her success, too.

But Dexter was not happy when Tay hinted publicly that he had paid a price
privately for his transgressions. She had said it in a way that some
interpreted as meaning that she had actually beaten him up. How was he
supposed to live with that? Talk about embarrassment! Sure, she was a
physically substantial, physically accomplished woman with big hips and thighs
(and a fabulous ass). But he was taller than her and heavier and, after all,
the man. And he came out of a macho culture; his male fans were watching him.

The promoters of Light Switch saw an opportunity. They offered the couple a
chance to settle their public dispute in a public ring. Tay - to her husband's
astonishment - accepted the idea at once. Moreover, she wouldn't privately
discuss with him what would happen when they found themselves in the ring. He
thought that they should at least work out some plan in advance. But she gave
him the cold shoulder on this subject, as on all others lately.

Yet he knew he had to show up. For one thing, the payday was just too big to
ignore. For another, he was afraid she would leave him if he didn't, and he
definitely couldn't afford that. And he was afraid his friends would leave
him. He decided there had to be a way to accept the invitation now and figure
out a strategy later.

As if there wasn't enough sexual tension connected with the event, somebody on
the Internet reported that Tay had said she was going take Dexter's briefs off
him at the very start of the match, and his shirt soon after. Dexter had
trouble believing she had actually said that. But it was out there.

The night arrived. The notoriously beautiful woman wore a golden leotard not
much different from the color of her skin. It showed much of her bosom, and it
came up high on her ass and hips. Her legs were bare, and she wore high heels.
Her hair hung down all the way to her ass and was braided in one long strand.
She also wore a concert singer's cordless microphone.

He had the brief required by the rules, a tight shirt that came down almost to
the brief, and sneakers.

Tay's music came over the speakers, and she almost danced out of her corner.
But she didn't smile. She was so bold as to turn her back on her husband,
shaking her booty at him. She turned back to him and pointed to his crotch.
Even over the roar of the crowd, everybody could tell what she said, "I'm
taking those now." People looked at each other for confirmation. Had she
really said THAT?? Was this really happening?

Dancing near him - nearer than he thought, actually -- she thrust one of those
famous hips at him and hit him hard with it. She had always felt there was a
lot of power in those thrusts. Now she knew it. Her move took some of the
man's breath away very quickly. (He was not the only one.) He was disconcerted
enough that she was able to slam into him again, sideways, this time throwing
much of her body at him. He stumbled back into ringpost. She met him there,
thrusting her hip into his chest. With no room to back up, he was hurt more by
this attack than the others. He was now virtually breathless against the post.
She strung her right arm under his left and back up to his shoulder, turned
that destructive hip into him again and threw him over it onto the mat. He hit
the mat hard and the crowd gasped - not expecting anything like that. He
gasped, too. Before he could put together any kind of response, she pulled the
startled man to his feet with the same arm she had used to throw him, which
had hardly lost contact with Dexter's arm. She thrust her hip into him again,
and threw her husband again. It was obviously easy for her. Then she pulled
him to his feet and did it again.

This time she let Dexter bounce and settle. For a second he sat dazed,
wondering if he had broken something. And he wondered if there was any
possible recovery from this embarrassment. As he wondered - always knowing
that his wife could attack again -- he turned to stand up. When he was halfway
up, his wife ripped his briefs down to his knees from behind him.

There came a shocked gasp from the audience, along with much laughter and
applause. Women put their hands to their mouths. Men stared, transfixed.

But Tay was not completely successful yet. Her hubby made a grab for his
briefs before they were entirely off and before he was entirely up. When he
did that, his beautiful wife took the opportunity to grab his ankles. When she
pulled his ankles and his knees out from under him, the man's face hit the mat
--hard. That was the moment when crowd - now fully aware that this was a real
fight, not some sort of fight-like event - knew that it could get very rough,
indeed.

Tay then grabbed at the man's briefs - which hubby was trying to hold up. The
woman won the tug of war, an event which sent the crowd into tizzies. People
were on their feet, especially the girls and women.

Their heroine took the briefs all the way off her man, denuding him just that
quickly of his most crucial covering, just as she had promised.

Rubbing salt in the wound, Tay waved her husband's briefs in the air for all
too see. The crowd went even wilder.

The man grabbed for his wife's famous legs as a way to progress toward his
briefs, but the queenly woman kicked him away insolently, as if he was being a
pest.

Then she more insolently turned her back on the humiliated man and
ostentatiously draped the briefs over a ringpost and stood between the post
and the man.

He threw modesty to the winds, but also hoped that his shirt and the fast
action would prevent people from seeing very much of him. He had the sinking
feeling that half actions - guarded actions - were not going to suffice
against his determined wife. He got up furiously and came at her.

But, to his amazement and confusion, she turned her back on him and jumped up
on the bottom rope - one foot on each side of a ringpost -- and pushed off
from it. She slammed him in the face with her famous ass.

Wow, did the crowd love that! Well, the women loved it. Again, many feminine
hands went to many mouths. But they did not stifle screams of delight. The men
were mixed. Some seemed to be hoping for a better performance by their fellow
dude.

Now that dude staggered back. But he was reluctant to admit that the insulting
attack had hurt him. He came at his woman again and was hit again the same
way. As he had started at her, she had again jumped up on the ropes, then
sprang back. His hands weren't even up at his face to protect his head, where
they should have been, perhaps because he knew that position would raise his
shirt and display more than he wanted to display. He did, in other words,
exactly what he knew he couldn't afford to do: let his modesty hobble him, let
it interfere.

He hadn't quite realized - in his discombobulated state - exactly what was
going on: There were big screens around the arena that showed all the action
big and close up. They enabled Tay to know what her man was doing without
looking at him.

To him, it seemed that she was being successful even with blind attacks. That
messed with his head.

At any rate, the second time she butt punched him, he dropped to his knees
dazed, his head pretty much useless for the moment.

He did see those majestic legs approaching him. But before he acted, his now
casually dominant wife had one hand under his chin and lifted his face to look
at hers. Then she slapped him across the face three times - forehand,
backhand, forehand. Then she said to the crowd -- "I could have punched his
lights out right there, but I'm too much of a lady. A few good lady slaps are
fine for now."

She got the laugh she wanted, turned her back on her downed man, looked up at
a screen, put her feet on the lowest ropes near the closest ringpost and
sprang back again into her husband's face. He fell to the mat.

She danced elegantly around him, taunting him, flaunting both her sexuality
and her dominance. She showed an utter lack of fear of the bigger, supposedly
strong macho man. She pantomimed taking a shirt off over her head. That was to
remind everybody what her next attack would be aimed at. The man - now more or
less seated (being, for some reason, more comfortable that way) - leaned
forward and swiped at her legs. He pretty much missed. While he was extended,
his wife dropped her torso down on his back, which had the effect of pushing
his face toward the mat under her. Then she reached for the bottom of his
shirt and pulled it up toward his shoulders. She didn't denude the man
completely, though. Instead, when she had the shirt off his torso, but it was
still covering his upper arms and head, she deftly tied it in a knot above his
head.

Then the female idol stood back, gestured at her pathetic husband in his
absurd struggle with his shirt and took a big bow.

When he finally got free, he moved his shirt to his crotch to cover himself.

The lady looked out to the crowd and spoke into her mic. "I'm going to take
that from him now. In a few seconds it'll be mine, and you all know it, don't
you?"

Actually, the crowd hardly knew what to make of that. Then the superdiva sang
the words, "Candy from a baby," from an old pop song. She turned her back on
her man. Then, to the surprise of all - she bent over backwards until her
hands were on the mat in front of him and her upside down face was looking at
his. She was held up by her hands and feet only, her body in an arch. Then she
continued propelling her body in the circle she had begun describing when she
first bent backwards. Her feet came off the mat and passed over her torso and
head until she landed on her husband's naked back with her arms around his
torso. There she simply ripped the shirt from him, discarding it behind her.
As he turned to see where it was, she flipped her mic up, so that it wasn't in
front of her mouth, grabbed his face with both hands and planted a hard kiss
on his lips. He was in an awkward position, his neck being twisted. She was in
complete control. Still holding the kiss, she flattened him onto his back. His
first emotion was relief that he had survived the twisting of his neck and
that he was now in a more natural position. And she was kissing him. He tried
to resist her, but not for long. Soon his erection brought this move to an end
for the lady. When the judges signaled that the man was erect, his wife
slammed his head on the mat and thrust her thumbs into his neck hard. She
continued pushing, and his hands came to her hands but he was unable to move
them. He thrashed and lost all interest in sex and became flaccid, which the
judges also made official.

The female superstar rose to her feet and resumed her connection with the
background music. She took some time and let both the crowd and her opponent
see if they could piece together the dazzling events that had just happened,
almost too fast for anybody to keep track. She knew one thing: Everybody could
now see that Dexter was no match for her, even if had had all his clothes and
even if his head were still clear. She was dominating him, showing her
ownership. He had no defense against all that she had.

She was in love with this moment. She loved that even as she was beating up
her husband, he was lusting after her. She knew he was watching her every
movement for one those cheap male thrills, where an ass cheek becomes a little
more exposed than usual, or something. She loved the emotional agonies she was
putting him through - the suffering of the only part of a man that's easier to
hurt than his balls: his ego. She loved all that more than she loved
inflicting the pain. The pain was just a way of keeping score. And she
absolutely, passionately loved the fact that the whole world was watching her
do her thing, and that a record of it would exist forever.

She picked up his shirt, showily shook it out straight and hung it on the
ringpost atop his briefs. She turned back to man. Into her mic, which was back
in position, she said, "They're there for you, Sweetheart, any time you can
get through me."

He didn't know what to do. Attacking her legs hadn't worked. But he didn't
want to stand.

Tay faked a move at him, and he lurched back. That not only embarrassed him.
It made him feel vulnerable in his down position. Reluctantly, he rose to his
feet. He had to pretend he was fine with his enforced nudity, though, and he
raised his arms dramatically over his head, as if to say to everybody, "Here!
You want to look, look." Challenging him to keep his arms up, Tay put hers up,
inviting him to lock hands with her. She knew that a part of him would want a
test of strength. Nothing else was working for him. And she knew he still
wanted to think he was stronger than her. But she suspected he would refuse
the challenge, because his balls would be too exposed to attack. She let his
dilemma torment him. And embarrass him. His dithering looked bad. She danced
with her arms up, even turning her back on her somehow shrinking opponent.

That implicit challenge he did accept. One reason was that putting her body in
front of him would hide him, at least partially. He came at her to wrap his
arms around her. His mind having been so successfully messed with, he forget
again that she could see him without looking at him. She bent at the waist and
thrust herself backwards, and her butt slammed into the man's mid-section
hard. He staggered back. Using the video screens to her advantage, she
practically chased him - backwards -- with her famous ass, hitting him again
and knocking him into the ropes. She got surprising height to her jump, and
surprising distance. Her butt hit his face. He bounced off the ropes and
staggered, and she caught him again, the same way. Three of her butt blasts
were enough to bring him to his knees, folded over.

His wife stood at his side, her hand on his hanging head, her elegant fingers
gently stroking his face. She said, "First you messed with me. Then you
underestimated me, which might have been even worse. Now you pay."

She knelt next to him and waited for him to recover his breath. She cupped his
chin, pointed it at her and brought his head to hers. She was tempted to
head-butt him, but, in keeping with the format, it was time for some sex. She
wanted to switch him on again, not only to score that point in the match, but
to make the point that her control was all-encompassing. She kissed him on the
mouth. With both of them on their knees, he started to lean into her, trying
to push her to her back. But she wouldn't go.

She knew instantly that he thought he had his test of strength now, and that
he was excited. But his assertion of male strength didn't bring quick
progress. As they knelt face to face, the crowd saw them as being in a
struggle for the top position in sex. People could see the man's arousal on
the big screens, especially.

Tay was not as eager to put Dexter down as he was to put her down. She wanted
to establish control in this kneeling position, and to dramatize that she had
it.

She knew that he was having trouble keeping his mind off sex. Actually
everybody knew that much. But Tay was keeping her mind on the fight and on her
need to switch him on and off. As he tried to bull her down, and as she
resisted that by positioning her knees correctly, and by just fighting him
off, she also focused on his left arm, his weaker one. The pressure he thought
was an effort to push him onto his back was really an effort to get his arm
behind his back, where she intended to hold it in a hammerlock from the front,
with her left arm. That way she might be able to turn him on and off at will,
by changing the amount of pressure she put on his arm as the two combatants
rubbed against each other sensuously, him nude and her not covered by much.

They leaned against each other, each playing a different game. The building
came to a hush as the two contestants strained, their torsos in pitched,
sexual battle. Sometimes it seemed as if the man and woman were at a standoff.
The spectators were impressed with Tay, impressed that she was standing up to
the man's strength. But they would have been more impressed to know the woman
was actually making headway. Slowly, yet before he really knew it, because his
mind was on other efforts, she had his weaker arm near his side and close to
being pushed behind him by her right arm, her stronger one. The man's left
hand was now closed in a fist, pressing into the softer part of his own side,
below his chest and above his hip. But it was being moved backwards.
Gradually, the man realized the danger.

It was too late. His wife got his arm to the point where he didn't have as
much leverage and strength to push forward as she had to push it backwards.
Then it was behind him.

Tay held it there with her right hand, and before the man quite knew what the
game was, she had her left hand behind his back, too. She was hugging him
hard, yes, but was also pulling his left wrist up and to his right with her
left arm and pushing it that way with her right. Finally he was in pain. The
audience could see it in his face.

He was not having an erotic experience, no matter how hard his chest was
pressed into his wife's remarkable bosom. He was clearly on the defensive. The
woman would squeeze and pull and relax and squeeze again, just generally
working him. She could feel him weakening. His one free arm was unable to grab
anything useful. It was all Tay now.

The man went flaccid in his pain. When his wife saw the judges signify that,
she eased up a bit, but still held the man securely. She buried her face in
his neck and gave him a hickey. She moved her lower torso sensuously, if not a
lot. She turned her souped up bearhug into a hug, an embrace. To the degree
possible, she tried to melt into him. She succeeded in elongating him again,
for all to see, including the judges. Then she clenched and then clenched
again, and soon she had him soft again and in pain. He was worried more about
his ribs and his arm than her charms. The judges made that official. She could
not resist doing that again. Dominating him like this -- when he thought he
was going to be all caveman and just bowl her over onto the femininity of his
conqueror by just the slightest adjustments of her arm pressure and whatnot,
changing her combat control to sexual control in an instant, then back. She
could put his thoughts wherever she wanted them to be. She made hard him
again, and then soft again. He was hers to do with as she pleased and she
wanted to make sure that everybody got that.

Finally, Tay simply let the man ago and pushed gently on his chest. That was
enough to cause him to fall on his back, exhausted. This time she saw
something special in his eyes and face and body language as he lay on his
back: utter devastation and resignation.

She realized with a flash that he had given this last confrontation
everything. He had felt this one was his, his big chance. He sensed -- even
assumed -- quick victory. And he went for it with everything -- everything.
But he found himself being publicly and alternately tortured and sexually
toyed with by his dominant wife.

Now, to Tay, everything about him - his posture, his face, his eyes (which
avoided hers) -- said it was over. He was amazed. But he was done.

Tay hadn't expected it to end so quickly. The way it ended thrilled her. She
raised her arms over her head and invited the applause of the crowd, which she
won in growing waves of volume, as the crowd realized, too, what had just
happened. Some in the crowd were almost as tired as she was, just from the
tension of the clash of the male and female torsos.

Tay wanted to symbolize her victory in some way. Looking at her husband on his
back, now held there by her knee on his stomach, she thought of something she
had once heard about how dogs sometimes assume a dominant position after a
fight. She flipped the mic up to near her forehead. And she bent over - her
legendary ass purposely left in the air - and put her mouth on her unresisting
husband's throat. She took his Adam's apple and everything around it between
her lips. He felt like she had his whole throat. She frightened him with her
proximity to his carotid artery. But he didn't fight her. She simply held him
there, one hand on his forehead. He just waited for her to finish. Then she
gave him one hellacious hickey.

But she wasn't finished marking him. There would be a hickey on one side of
his neck from earlier in the fight. And there would now be one in the center.
So she turned his head to the side and added her third marking on his
previously unmarked side. He let her do that, too.

The thought occurred to him that he might be ashamed of his acquiescence one
day. But "one day" does not understand today.

The audience noticed he was hard before she did. When it came to her
attention, she laughed at him and slugged him in the solar plexus and, as his
head sort of bounced up from that blow, she put her hand on his forehead and
slammed his head into the mat, not once, but twice. Then she dug her knuckles
into his solar plexus. He squirmed and thrashed weakly. Soon he was soft
again. Through it all, she was smiling and playing to the crowd.

She had zero interest in letting up on Dexter just because he was whipped. He
hadn't paid a big enough price. And she hadn't shown the audience all she
wanted to show.

She stood to admire her work and to dramatize the situation. She flipped her
one long braid of hair back over her shoulders, putting her hands on her hips,
accepting the victory, the submission and the adulation. But she had another
inspiration now, a thought of a maneuver that had never occurred to her before
but seemed called for now as an exclamation point on her work.

She bent over - knowing the thrill the site of her backside would give to some
of the spectators who might not be relishing her victory - and put her hands
under her husband's armpits and raised him to his feet. She wondered if this
is how a mother feels when raising a child out of bed. When he got to his
feet, Tay - without rushing, for she knew he was defenseless - put one arm
between his legs and one around the back of his neck and matter-of-factly
lifted him into a body slam position. His legs were up over her head, and his
head was near her crotch. .

The crowd gasped. But the lovely, curvaceous, smoothly powerful woman was not
content to simply slam her man. First she walked him around the ring like
that, showing people all around the arena her utter control. THEN she slammed
him. He landed with a satisfying, momentous thud. And again he bounced.

Then he just lay there, twisting from side to side. At first, Tay just looked
at him. Then, after more than a few seconds, she again raised her arms over
her head and walked around the ring, accepting the unstinting adulation of a
stunned crowd. How's THAT for a symbol of who wins, she thought.

Tay decided it was a good time for an intermission in the show. Maybe some
rest for her husband and some further humiliation could stir him to sort of
resistance again. The crowd would surely like that.

As her husband lay on the mat, she didn't leave the ring, but she fixed her
make-up and clothes, taking advantage of the big screens. She signed
autographs and posed for pictures. She even took the mic and sang a song. That
stirred hubby to anger. He didn't know why she couldn't just accept her
victory. But he still couldn't stir much, and when he did, she put one foot on
his chest and sang in that position. She couldn't dance, but she could shake
her booty, and she did.

She took her bows, with her back to her husband. Then she took a call. Her
phone was handed up to her. As she talked, she put her foot back on her
husband, without so much as looking at him. She raised her free arm to adjust
the image of her hair she saw on screen. She was multi-tasking.

As a start for the second act, Tay took off her shoes.