Internet Cafe Surprise
by brooksie   brooksie@pacificcoast.net
Surfing the net at local cafe leads to the unexpected


I've been a dominatrix and session wrestler for several years. I like it and
plan to continue for as long as I have the physical ability to do so. At
first, the wrestling was just a sideline. I had gotten a few requests for it
and turned them down, but when the calls kept coming, I figured I was missing
out on a good chunk of income by not offering this service. Through the
dominatrix grapevine, I found someone who could show me the basics. I had
always been athletic and was quite strong, so I took to it readily. The first
few matches went alright. Two of the guys were into having me control them and
didn't put up much of a fight.

It was fairly easy to get them into holds and make them give. I'd been advised
not to offer what is known as a fully-competitive match, unless I was
absolutely sure about the guy and could trust him not to turn violent, go
psychotic, produce a weapon or whatever. I offering semi-competitive and
fantasy wrestling. I don't offer sexual services when doing a wrestling
session, for reasons that will become clear later.

One of my earliest clients was ok with semi-competitive but wanted to be able
to fight back with pin attempts only, whereas I could use any hold I wanted on
him. He agreed to release me the second I submitted or tapped out. I told him
I'd probably be fine with that, but we would have to meet at a neutral
location first and discuss it further. That was the first time I'd been to an
internet cafe, which was where he suggested meeting. He seemed like a decent
guy, friendly, funny, no big attitude. He said that simply letting a woman put
holds on him or faking that she'd gotten one on him did nothing for him. He
loved the feeling of actually being overpowered and being forced to give in.
He was quite humble about his own wrestling ability. As it turned out, he
shouldn't have been. The match was an embarrassment. He turned me inside out
and tied me up in knots over and over. I didn't win a single fall against him.
It wasn't a size difference. At 5'11, I was actually a couple of inches taller
and we weighed within a few pounds of each other, but he'd been a wrestler
throughout high school and college and knew how to use the principles of
leverage, balance, speed, strategy etc. I felt so bad about my performance I
offered to refund some of his money, even though he didn't ask me to. He said
he appreciated the effort I'd put out and had no doubt I'd given one hundred
percent. He said it was hard to find a woman who actually knew how to wrestle.
He said there were plenty who knew lots of holds but that was about it. It was
then I realized there was a lot more to wrestling than learning submission
holds. I offered him a full refund in exchange for a wrestling lesson. He was
flattered and we actually saw each other three times. I kept his number and
told him I'd call when I'd gotten enough experience to give him a better match
next time, on the house.

On his advice, I started surfing the internet sites of women who made their
living, or part of it anyway, from submission wrestling sessions. I studied
the photographs carefully and learned all I could. I also began to take notice
of their travel schedules. I discovered one of the women, who I thought was
truly incredible, was going to be visiting the city where I lived. The
pictures on her site were amazing. She always seemed to have her opponents in
totally inescapable, unbreakable holds. She often used combinations that left
her victims without any defense. Headscissors with various kinds of armbars,
bodyscissors with a full nelson, sleeper or hammerlock, grapevines, Boston
Crabs, every hold showing her muscular body in complete control. I loved the
shots of her flexing her muscles and smiling at the camera as she held her
opponent helpless. Of course, all those shots cold have been faked, but after
looking at thousands of wrestling pictures, you can develop a pretty good
sense of what looks like real action and what appears posed.

I'd had a couple of good months and had some extra money so I decided to
contact her, not for a match, but a lesson. I had no doubt she would destroy
me in a real contest, but I knew I could learn a lot from her if she'd agree
to teach me. I e-mailed her, offering the same fee she charged for a session
for a one-hour lesson. To my delight, she agreed. It was unbelievable! A
professional bodybuilder as well as a wrestler, this woman was muscular and
powerful but extremely flexible, in great cardio-vascular shape and a
supremely skillful wrestler. She was also hilarious and told me some of the
funniest stories as well as providing me with lots of very helpful information
she felt I should have before getting into the wrestling business. She
impressed me in every way possible. She was intelligent, well-educated,
broad-minded (no pun intended) and in short, a class act all the way. She let
me end the session with some muscle worship and I can still get a thrill out
of remembering myself running my hands over her thighs, feeling the hardness
and density of her biceps and calves, tracing the outline of her thick back
and traps, pressing my lips against her round, solid glutes, finally kneeling
before her and kissing the feet of this superior human being, this goddess. I
had no idea I'd be turned on so much. It was funny. I'm normally the dominant
one both professionaly and in my personal relationships and yet, if she'd
asked me to become her servant, I would have agreed in a heartbeat. She was so
beautiful and powerful that, kneeling before her, I began to weep in the face
of her sheer majesty. She was almost beyond comprehension. When she noticed my
tears, she lifted me to my feet, held me in her strong arms and kissed me
deeply, passionately on the lips. She then whispered in my ear "What do you
want, little one, what do you need? Do you want me to lie down and open my
legs for you, is that it?" "Yes...please" I sniffled, like a child. She picked
me up in her arms and carried me to the bed, where she slipped off her shorts
and top. Then she pulled me down to her. "Do exactly as I instruct, do you
understand?" "Yes Mistress" I replied eagerly. "That's good" she said, guiding
my head in between her legs.

Needless to say, I learned a lot from her and couldn't wait to develop myself
into a top-flight submission wrestler. I was really excited by the idea of
actually being able to overpower and defeat men in wrestling. I worked out
regularly but now started going to the gym even more often and lifting heavier
weights. In six months I added another ten pounds of muscle and now weighed
165. My legs were my best feature but I also had decent-sized arms and
washboard abs. I also owned a great set of breasts, 38DD's. I say "owned"
because they are the best tits money can buy. I've explored every opportunity
to learn about wrestling and ordered several "training tapes" from some of the
companies that make wrestling videos. I had some friends in California that
I'd planned on visiting and made arrangement to visit a couple of the women's
wrestling clubs in the area, where I was able to receive some more training
and even participated in a couple of exhibition matches. On the advice of a
woman who ran one of the clubs, I sought out a class in grappling when I got
home. The class taught various martial-arts type techniques and submission
holds. These techniques have turned out to be invaluable to me on many
occasions and have helped me overcome opponents who were physically stronger
than me .

Wrestling gradually became more interesting to me than my dominatrix sessions,
which were rather ho-hum by comparison. The struggle there was purely mental
or psychological and certainly had its creative demands, but the clients were
submissive. In truth, most of the men's fantasies fell into a few tried and
true categories and were rather mundane. However, every wrestling match
offered of fresh, new challenge. Now, after having done this for three or four
years, I've become an excellent wrestler - strong, skilled, quick with a great
instinct for getting and staying in control. My reputation has gotten around
locally and wrestling is now the major part of my business. I do very few
straight domination sessions anymore. I offer all kinds of wrestling,
including competitive, as long as I have the opportunity to meet the client
first and feel him (or on rare occasions, her) out. I always speak with the
client on the phone or thorugh e-mail to get a good idea of exactly what they
want. Being a dominatrix helped me know how to ask questions and draw a person
out, so I could gain a complete understanding of their fantasy. One of the
most important things I need to know is whether they are expecting sexual
services or not. If they are, I advise them to call someone else. I do offer
sexual services, under another ad category and another name, where what I do,
and who I am, is clearly spelled out.

So that's my background and brings me to the current moment. I'm back at that
same internet cafe where my early wrestling client and I had met several years
ago. I have developed a compulsion to initiate my own wrestling matches, ones
where I am in control of the agenda and not responding to the fantasies of my
clients. Years of creating scenarios and role-playing have left me with a need
for experiences that are not scripted or pre-determined in any way. I crave a
sense of adventure, a situation where I have to improvise, use my wits and am
never quite certain of what may occur. Hitting internet cafes is my version of
cruising bars. I discovered that by discreetly observing what sites people are
surfing, I can occasionally stumble on someone checking out sites devoted to
mixed wrestling. Fortunately I'm tall enough to see over most people's
shoulders without having to appear too obvious about it. It's hit or miss or
course, mostly miss, but if I'm wanting to go out and have an espresso anyway,
then I've got nothing to lose.

I've been here for about half an hour, casing the computer users as I roam
around the place, visiting the bathroom or making trips to the magazine rack.
I was just finishing my coffee and about to head out when I notice a young man
sitting at the far cubicle next to the hallway leading to the bathrooms.
Glancing over, I thought I saw the familiar image of a muscular pair of female
legs encircling a man's head in a reverse scissors hold. I make another visit
to the can and as I pass by, I see I was right. I actually didn't need to go
the bathroom, so I fussed around with my makeup and hair for a couple of
minutes and when I came out, I saw he was still looking at mixed wrestling
pics. He seemed to be concentrating on headscissors. I filed that away for
future reference and ordered another coffee. I took up a position on the
lounge section, picked up a newspaper and pretended to read as I kept my eye
on him. I could have simply approached him and but I had found that this is a
deeply repressed fantasy for a lot of men. Some guys go into a state of shock
and basically bolt in panic before I can engage them in conversation. I don't
really understand why men who like strong women are often ashamed of it, but
know it's a fact. I guess social pressures still make it uncomfortable for men
to admit they like stronger women. My intended victim was slender,
well-dressed, early thirties I'm guessing, with wispy blond hair and thick
glasses and I had a feeling he might be one of those. I decide to bide my time
and approach him on the way out.

I hadn't quite finished my espresso when I notice him standing and putting his
jacket on. I gulp down the last swallow as I watch him pay his bill. I quickly
head for the exit and time it so I'm right behind him as he exits. He holds
the door for me and I smile as I thank him.

"My name's Alexa."

I hold out my hand. He looks startled but responds by taking my offered hand
and shaking it.

"Hello...I'm, uh, Robert."

He's unsure, as he checks me out. He takes in my nearly six feet of muscular
beauty, taking note of my shapely calves and muscular thighs. I'm wearing a
short, black leather skirt and matching leather jacket which I've left open.
Underneath I have on a metallic blue halter that shows off my tight abdomen
with its etched ridges of muscle. I'm not wearing a bra and my large, firm
breasts sit high and proud, my nipples clearly visible through the thin
fabric. His eyes continue upward, past my broad, rounded shoulders and thick,
cascading red hair. He winds up looking me in the eyes, still seeming
confused. I bet he's not used to being approached by a woman like me and is
probably wondering what I want.

"Nice to meet you Robert. Could we walk a bit? I'd like to talk to you."

"I guess so. What do you want to talk about?"

He's still nervous so I take his arm and start walking at a leisurely pace. I
deliberately let my hips swing against him as we stroll.

"Look, I know this can be a touchy area for some guys so I just want to let
you know that I am totally into the idea of mixed wrestling."

I pause and face him. Sure enough, he has the "deer caught in the headlights"
look in his eyes.

"Please Robert, relax, ok? I was on my way to the bathroom and saw the
wrestling pictures on your screen when I walked past your cubicle. I'm sorry,
I didn't mean to be nosey but I'm so tall, I couldn't help seeing over your
shoulder and I have a built-in radar for anything to do with mixed wrestling.
That was a nice reverse headscissors that girl had on her opponent."

I smiled slightly and looked down shyly, as if I was slightly embarrassed
myself. I knew the effect it would have. He warmed to me and smiled back as he
breathed a relieved-sounding sigh.

"Wow! I can't believe it. Most women would...I mean, I couldn't bring this up
with, uh, oh I don't know what I'm trying to say. I guess it's just that most
women find it pretty weird, epecially the part about, uh..."

His voice trailed off.

"You mean wanting to wrestle with women who are strong enough, and skilled
enough to defeat you?"

He nodded.

"Well, guess what Robert? These muscles aren't just for show. I happen to be
an excellent submission wrestler and I love to make men submit to me.
Scissors, armbars, hammerlocks, sleeper, grapevine, Boston Crab, figure-four
leglock, full nelson, camel clutch...there isn't a hold I don't know and can't
apply expertly. I can legpress a nine hundred pounds and bench two
twenty-five. I'm fast, smart and I hate to lose."

His eyes went wide with amazement as I slipped my jacket off and flexed a
hard, peaked, sixteen-and-a-half inch bicep in his face.

"So how about it Robert, want to wrestle?"

"You mean...now?"

"Yes, now. Do you live nearby?"

"Yeah, pretty close. Uh, how much is this going to cost?"

"Cost? I'm not expecting any money. What do you think I am, a hooker?"

I did my best to fake indignation.

"Uh, no, no I just thought you might be, you know, one of those women that
wrestle for money."

"A session wrestler? I think they usually let clients come to them. No,
Robert, I'm just a big strong girl who loves to wrestle. So, are you going to
take me home, or should I just wrestle you down right here on the street?"

"I don't know, my girlfriend is coming over later to watch a movie."

"What time?"

"Around nine."

"Well, it's only six-thirty now. We've got plenty of time."

I smiled at him and flexed my arm again. He couldn't resist me and I knew it.
Half an hour later we were sitting on Robert's couch.

"I'm going to put some shorts on. Did you bring something to wear"

"I've got something on under my skirt. Where's your bathroom?"

"Down the hall, first door on the left."

"Ok, you go get changed tiger. I'll meet you back here."

I closed the bathroom door behind me and wiggled out of my skirt. I ran my
hands over the front of my panties. I needed to check my tape job. No obvious
bulges, he wouldn't suspect anything. By now you're probably asking yourself
what is going on, if you haven't figured it out already.

I am a transexual but I sure don't look it. I've had extensive plastic
surgery, no facial or body hair and I'm great with makeup. There is none of
that feaky man/woman look to me whatsoever. The muscles cover up any masculine
bone structure and I'm fortunate in that I've never had a particularly
prominent chin or adam's apple and I'm fair-haired. I do have bony "man-knees"
but my quads and calves are so developed that my knees are not the
particularly noticeable. Most people just take me for a female bodybuider. So
now you know, but Robert doesn't suspect a thing. Is he in for a surprise.

I went back into the living room where Robert was moving some furniture and
clearing a space for us to wrestle in. He didn't seem to need a hand so I
unbuttoned my top and waited for him to finish. He placed the coffee table
behing the sofa and turned around. I smiled seductively and raised my arms
into a double biceps flex pose. Robert's jaw dropped as he stared at me in all
my muscular glory. He was in good shape, lean with pretty good legs but it was
clear that I was the one with the superior muscles.

"My God Alexa, you're incredible."

"Thanks. I work hard on my body. Think you can handle me?"

"I don't know. You look so strong."

"I am. Are you ready to wrestle?"

He gulped.

"I guess so."

"Alright, let's go then."

We moved to the centre of the cleared area and I waited as he looked at me
gingerly. I could see that the waiting game was both intimidating and exciting
him. I deliberately slowed my movements down as I flexed my muscles,
demonstrating that I was in no hurry, confident in my ability to deal with
whatever attack he might launch. He seemed unsure of what to do. I fainted at
him a few times, giggling as he jumped back.

"What's wrong Robert, scared to mix it up with me?"

I flexed and posed some more.

"Don't you want to get your hands on my body?"

I put my hands behind my head and stood still.

"Come on, come get me."

Robert tried for a takedown by pulling on my thigh and pushing my opposite
shoulder. I laughed at the expression on his face as he realized he could
barely budge me. He tried a few more moves but I was solidly planted on my
feet, knees slightly bent, upper body tensed and flexed hard against his
onslaught. After a few moments I started to lose my footing so I pushed
against him. In seconds I had him spun around, my arms wrapped around his,
pulling his back in tight against my chest. My breasts were pressing against
him. I squeezed my arms together, forcing the air from his lungs and showing
him that he was trapped by my simple reverse bearhug. He squirmed and
struggled but I held him fast, letting the reality of my strength sink in.
Bending backwards, I lifted his feet off the floor, held him suspended in
mid-air for a few seconds and threw him down. I immediately followed up by
getting a full nelson on him, then pulling him over on his back and wrapping
my legs around him in a body scissors. I leaned back and held him tightly in
the nelson, slowly and gradually increasing the pressure on his ribs. I heard
him beginning to groan with pain, so I backed off slightly, letting him
recover. Then I'd take him back to a stage of near submission. Again I let up.
There was no need to rush. I wanted to draw this out as long as possible.
Finally I decided to end the fall and squeezed him again, this time without
relenting. His first submission followed quickly. I released him and stood up,
with my hands on my hips, waiting for him to recover. I stuck my chest out and
looked down at him with a superior smirk on my lips.

"Little stronger than you thought Robert? Can you get up or do you need to
have a little rest? Take all the time you need sweetie, I'll wait for you."
Teasing is so much fun and an important part of achieving total victory.

My victims must be defeated in mind, as well as body. Robert lay on the floor
looking dazed. I love this moment, my opponent in shock at how quickly and
thoroughly he lost the first fall and is now staring up at my powerful,
muscular physique, mesmerized by my perfectly-shaped 38C breasts and entirely
unsure of how to defend himself against me. Robert cautiously got to his feet
and faced me. I moved in quickly and seized his wrist with both my arm,
yanking on it and causing him to stumble forward. As he did, I bent forward,
put my other arm between his legs. I lifted his across my back in a fireman's
carry, spun him around a few times and dumped him onto his back. This time I
didn't follow up, but simply stood above him, taunting and goading him to get
to his feet and come after me. I played with my nipples and cupped my breasts,
beckoning him seductively.

"Don't you want to get your hands on these babies?

I put on a sexy muscle show and played with my breasts. I pinched my nipples
into a state of hardened excitement. Robert was transfixed. He stood up again
and I put my hands on my hips, thrust my chest out and smiled seductively,
daring him to attack.

"Come on honey, pin me down, make me submit and have you way with me. Here I
am...take me."

Robert rose slowly and I extended my hands to him, fingers splayed, inviting
him to a test of strength. He didn't respond at first but just stood facing
me, looking doubtful.

"Do you refuse my challenge?" I asked mockingly. "That counts as another
submission if you do" I teased. "Come on big boy, let's see how strong those
arms are."

We laced our fingers together and I felt him start to squeeze and try to bend
my wrists back. I knew instantly I could have him easily. I decided not to
squeeze back too hard, and let him think I was struggling against him. I used
only enough strength to match his and we stayed even. I watched his face
grimace as he tried to summon some more power, thinking he might win this
contest. I got him to try even harder as I let him turn my wrists back and
bent my knees as if he were forcing me down. He looked up but instead of
seeing me straining, there was a big smile on my face. I made a little kissing
motion with my lips. Then I turned on the power and reversed our hand
positions. Now I had his wrists and fingers bent back painfully. At first his
face showed surprise as he realized I'd only been playing, then twisted into a
painful grimace as I continued to force his wrists back.

"Down boy" I commanded, keeping up the pressure.

Robert had no choice and sunk to his knees. I let myself enjoy the moment,
considering whether I should make him kiss my feet or worship me somehow. I
decided there was plenty of time for that later and chose a different tack. I
spread his arms apart and stepped forward. Squatting slightly, I captured his
head between my thighs. Once I had his neck solidly trapped between my legs, I
released his hands and bend forward, encircling my arms around his waist. I
then stood up and lifted him upside down, letting his head pop out from
between my legs. Now I had him over my shoulder. I leaned forward and shifted
his body so he was lying upside down across my shoulders in the backbreaker,
one of my favourite power moves. I had one arm holding his leg, the other
around his neck, holding him tight against my upper back. It's easy to get a
submission by tightening the arms and pulling down, but I used just enough
pressure to keep him aloft as I casually walked around the living room.

"You want to submit again Robert, or should I show how much I can make this
hold really hurt?"

"No, I give. You win."

I didn't answer and he continued.

"Please don't Alexa, I submit to you. Put me down please."

"Beg me!"

"Alright, I beg you, please, I beg for mercy."

Yes, psychological victory! I didn't have to use the full potential of the
hold. Just by putting him in the backbreaker, letting him feel how much
pressure there was on his back dangling across my shoulders, without even
applying any force, I have him pleading for mercy. He knows I could make it
hurt a lot more and that he is powerless to prevent it. I held him in the
backbreaker for another minute or so then flipped him onto the floor.

I immediately seized his legs, tucked them under my arms and turned him over
into a Boston Crab. Slowly, I eased my weight down on his back but stopped
short of bending him too far. Once again, I didn't want to apply the hold
fully, just enough for him to know he was helpless. Robert tried to kick his
legs but I held them tight. When that didn't work, he squirmed his shoulders
around and tried twisting his back, hoping to roll me off to the side but I
was too well positioned for him to do that. He pushed up with his arms but
could get nowhere. There was no escape. I didn't ask for his submission, but
simply kept him in the hold. Finally he collapsed and ceased to struggle. I
squatted lower, but only slightly. I wanted to draw this out as long as I
could. He began to moan and I quickly eased up. His face was pressed firmly
into the carpet and he couldn't see me. I deliberately kept absolutely silent.
What was I going to do? He had no idea, and I knew the effect it would have.

Carefully, I dropped down a bit, and began bending his back further. He began
to groan and I knew he couldn't take much more, even at this moderate level of
pain. Had I brought my full weight down on his back and taken his legs back as
far as they would go, I could have made him submit immediately, but that was
not what I wanted. It was my intent to draw this encounter out as long as
possible as another plan had begun forming in my head. I knew Robert's type -
sensitive, not very macho but not a total boot-licking wimp either, although,
like most men, he could be made to be one. He was also fairly affluent with a
penchant for strong, muscular women who are into wrestling. His girlfriend was
bound to be fit and athletic. He'd mentioned earlier that she would be coming
here after her workout and I wanted to meet her.

My daydream was interrupted by Robert attempting to give up. I'm thinking his
back must be stating to ache and his legs are probably cramping up. He's
undoubtably concluded there's no way to break the hold and decided to save his
strength. The perfect time for me to say, and do, nothing. I acted as if I
didn't hear him. He began to pound his fist on the rug in frustration at my
refusal to acknowledge him or let him submit.

"Please, my back, let go Alexa, I give, I give."

Still I said nothing and continued to hold him in this helpless position. His
cries of submission became more frantic. He pleaded with me to release him. I
was starting to get a little bored anyway, so I sat all the way down on his
back and bounced up and down a few times. He began screaming. He sounded
absolutely terrified. I let his legs drop to the floor and he curled up in a
ball, moaning in pain.

"No more Alexa. You're too strong for me. You win, I can't defend myself
against you. I give, I submit...whatever you want me to say just, please, no
more."

I started to get the tingle I always get when I have a frightened, helpless
opponent lying at my feet in complete submission.

"But Robert" I said sweetly "you can't quit yet. I'm just getting started. You
haven't even seen some of my best holds yet, including your favourite, the
headscissors. You don't want to miss out on that, do you?"

"Leave me alone, I can't take anymore."

"Sorry Robert, I'm not done with you yet. I'll give you a few minutes to rest
up before the next round. I'll get us some water while you get yourself
together. Come on, don't be such a baby."

"I'm no match for you. Please Alexa, have mercy."

"I am showing you mercy. I said I'll let you rest up first."

I went into the kitchen, poured a couple of glasses of water and went back
into the living room. I set one down on the coffee table and sat down on the
couch. Robert slowly got to his feet and sipped his water. He was sweating
heavily and breathing hard.

"Take your time sweetie, there's no hurry."

He looked up at the clock on the mantle. It said nearly eight o'clock.

"We can't go much longer." he said, sounding relieved "My girlfriend will be
here soon."

"Oh yes, the girlfriend. I almost forgot about her. Well, I guess we'd better
get at it then. I know how much you're looking forward to my headscissors."

The look on his face was priceless and I started giggling as he set his water
glass down and turned to face me. I finished my water, slowly walked over to
the coffee table and set the glass down, then casually moved back to the
wrestlng area. I began playing with my nipples and licking my lips, trying not
to look too slutty.

"Come on, big boy, " I whispered huskily "come and get me."

He stood there with a sort of stunned expression on his face. He'd been
through this little temptation routine before. I could see the wheels
spinning, but no conclusion appeared to be forthcoming. He didn't know what to
do. Time to have some more fun. I sauntered towards him, cupping my big,
beautiful breasts.

"All this wrestling is making me so horny. My nipples need some attention.
They need to be sucked, nice and hard. Do you think you can handle that
Robert?"

He was mesmerized with my huge, erect nipples right in his face. I put my hand
on the back of his head and guided his mouth towards my right boob. As he
began to suck, I took his hand and put it on my other nipple. Then I began to
moan and pant, writhing as if in the throes of ecstasy. To tell you the truth,
it did feel pretty good.

"Oh yes, that's it...don't stop. Mmmmmm, ahhhggg, yes...more, more. Now the
other one. Ohhh, ohh, yes. Suck them. Harder! Now bite them. Yes, don't stop,
keep going."

I had one hand rubbing his butt as he worked on my nipples. I slowly let it
drop to his thighs and, bending forward slightly, wrapped my arm around the
backs of his knees. I lifted up and dumped him on his back, going down with
him. Before he knew what was happening, I had my legs around his. I grasped
his wrists and stretched his arms over his head and lowered my tits onto his
face. His nose and mouth were enveloped by my breasts and I let my full upper
body weight rest on him so I held him in place. Robert thrashed around, or
tried to, but I had him firmly pinned. Every so often, I lifted my chest off
him and he gasped for air.

I let him take a few quick gulps before cutting off his breathing again. I
played this game for a few more minutes, until I had exhausted him and had him
on the verge of unconsciousness. I lifted my uppper body off of him and
concentrated on stretching his legs apart with the grpaevine. Tighten and
relax, tighten and relax, each time holding it a little longer. Soon he was
pleading for mercy again and on the verge of tears. I untangled our legs and
moved into a sitting position on his chest, holding his arms down with mine.
He appeared to be a little out of it, not unconscious but definitely in the
grey zone somewhere between passed out and fully awake. I decided to let him
rest. After a bit he started to come around, enough, I thought, to appreciate
another display of power. I brought his arms forward and tucked them between
my thighs and calves. I don't think he could have done anything to unseat me
at that point, but I always like to demonstrate full control over my
opponents. Take away their options and keep them in a state of helpless
frustration until, ultimately, they lose the will to struggle against me at
all. Obedience becomes their primary desire. They protect themselves by
submitting to my will. I brought my arms up and flexed my biceps again while
smiling down at my pinned and defeated victim.

"Look at my big, strong arms Robert. See how hard they are? And look how high
my biceps peak is? Don't you think they're beautiful? And my shoulders, how
full and round they are, and these nice wide lats. They're amazing, aren't
they Robert? Now look at my stomach, how hard and rippled it is."

To emphasize my point, I pounded on my stomach with the hardest shots I could
deliver. My fists just bounced off. I saw his eyes widen as he became truly
awestruck. I recognized the look, he wanted to worship me, the person he now
recognized and acknowledged as his superior.

You're in awe of my powerful, muscular body, aren't you Robert? You're ready
to serve me, to worship me, to satisfy my every desire, right baby?"

I leaned forward and cupped one hand behind his head, lifting it to my breast.

"Suck my nipple. That's it my sweet little slave, make your mistress feel
good."

I reached behind me with my free hand and felt his crotch. As I expected, he
was hard as a fencepost. He was truly mine now. Keeping my tit in his mouth, I
climbed off his chest and knelt beside him. I undid the drawstring on his gym
shorts and slid them down to his knees. I then removed my breast from his
sucking mouth and replaced it with my tongue, french kissing him long and hard
while I stroked his dick. A little bit of fingernail on the tip and a few
expert strokes and I had him exploding like a pressure cooker someone took the
lid off too soon. I wish I had seen the first blast, it probably set some kind
of height record. Just to satisfy my curiousity I looked up and checked the
ceiling.

Meanwhile Robert was wrapped up in the spell of post-orgasmic ecstasy. I
almost hated to do it, but it was time to mess with his head some more. It was
8:20 but I moved the hands on the mantle clock ahead so it read 8:45. I let
him lie there for a minute while I went to get another glass of water. As I
stood beside him sipping it, I watched his face. When he seemed to be coming
out of his deep state of bliss and I was sure he'd hear me, I remarked
causually "Oh my, look at the time."

His eyes opened wide and he sat up like a shot. He looked at the clock and
gasped.

"Oh shit, she'll be here any time now. You've got to get out of here. I don't
have time to drive you. I'll give you cab fare."

He jumped up and looked around, panic-stricken.

"I've got to get this place straightened up."

For a second he didn't know whether to start putting the room back in order or
get dressed. It seemed as if he tried to do both at once and promptly tripped
over his shorts, which were down around his ankles. It was like a slapstick
comedy scene. I just stood there giggling. He stood up, red-faced and looked
at me in horror.

"Why aren't you getting dressed? I've got to get you out of here. I'm going to
put my clothes on and call you a cab. Would you mind waiting at the corner for
it?"

I just smiled at him, sipped my water and did my best to look completely
unconcerned, as if I had no comprehension of the urgency he felt.

"What? Why are you just standing there? Is it money? You do want money, don't
you? Ok, tell how much. I may have to write a cheque, but I'm good for it, I
promise. Please, just get your clothes on."

Putting down my glass, I strolled over to him.

"Poor Robert, you don't get it, do you? I'm not leaving. Not until I meet your
girlfriend, that is."

His face fell and he began a sputtering protest, "No, y...yo...you can't.
You've g...got to go. She has a terrible temper. If she finds you here..."

He didn't finish the sentence as I grabbed his arm and pulled him forward. I
ducked down and put my hand between his legs as I draped him across by back.
Holding him by one arm and a leg I lifted him into a fireman's carry. I
airplane spun him a few times and then bodyslammed him to the floor. I pulled
his head in between my legs and clamped down. "Here's your favourite hold
Robert. Like it? People have told me it's very hard to break. Think you can
get out?"

He tried to say something but I had him in the choking version of the hold
with the back of his neck against my outstretched left leg and my right one
hooked under his chin at the knee, pulling his head back and stretching his
neck out vulnerably. Anyone who knows this version of the hold can testify
that it's a usually a question of whether the victim will submit immediately
or try to fight it and risk being put out. In my mind, done properly, it's
more effective than a sleeper hold.

Robert was making some garbled sounds and tapping frantically on my thigh. but
there was no salvation for him. He started pulling at my leg but he had no
leverage. Next he tried pushing up with his legs, hoping to bridge out of it.
Finally, he reached for my ankles but couldn't unlock them. Meanwhile, he was
growing weaker by the second. It wouldn't be long now. First I felt his hands
stop grasping at my legs. Then his legs stopped pushing and a few seconds
later, his whole body went limp and he ceased moving. I lifted one of his arms
and it dropped heavily to the rug. He was out!

I always bring some lengths of rope in my bag when I go out on my pick-up
expeditions. I used one piece to tie his wrists behind his back. I pulled him
over to the corner of the couch and lifted it up, inserting the leg between
his bound wrists and his back. It was a heavy piece of furniture and there was
no was he was going anywhere. Still, just to be safe, I took his shorts and
twisted them around, squeezing both his feet through one leghole. That had his
ankles wrapped up tight. I looked at him, checking the colour in his face and
making sure he was breathing normally. He was alright. I checked the timer on
the VCR - 8:35. I reset the mantle clock to the correct time and started to
plan for the arrival of Robert's girlfriend.

Now, what did I know about her? She was coming from the gym, probably
athletic, in good shape, likely with some decent muscle definition or Robert
probably wouldn't have been attracted to her in the first place. And she had a
temper, he'd said. Well, this could be interesting. I love fighting women. I
far prefer it to men. Most men give up quickly once they realize they can't
get out of a hold. There are very few who will tough it out like a women often
will. Women are more flexible, less prone to certain kinds of arm or leg holds
that usually bring instant submissions from men. Women are also more devious
and unpredictable opponents in most cases.

Feeling a little peckish, I looked in the fridge and found some sliced meat
and cheese. I made myself a sandwich and had an apple while I waited.
Meanwhile Robert has regained consciousness and began yelling and struggling
to free himself. He kept calling out my name and I purposefully made no noise
at all, so he couldn't be sure I was even still in the house. I thought about
where I wanted to be when she arrived. I walked back in the living room. When
Robert saw me he began begging me to untie him and leave his house.

"Please, please Alexa, don't do this to me. I'll pay you...anything. Please
don't let Christine find you here."

He was close to tears as he realized I was paying no heed to him at all.
Nearly 8:50 now. Hmm, I think I'll unlock the door so she can let herself in.
She'll see his car in the driveway, so she'll figure he's home. Meanwhile
Robert's pleas had become frantic. I decided to quiet him down a little and
put a standing headscissor on him. With the sides of his jaw compressed like
that, he wasn't able to do much talking. Once

I settled him down, I pulled him by the hair, moving his head forward so my
legs were around his neck again and gently, with steadily incresing pressure,
sent him back to peaceful sleep. I knew that twice was enough for one day, so
I wouldn't be knocking Robert out again. His girlfriend Christina however, was
another story.

I debated whether to stay in sight or to let her find Robert first and decided
to wait in the kitchen. A few minutes later, the doorbell rang. Of course
there was no answer. It rang again and then I heard the door open.

"Robert? Are you ho...OH MY GOD!" she screamed as she saw her boyfriend, bound
and unconscious.

"Oh hello, you must be Christine." I said, emerging from the kitchen.

I had put my top back on but was still wearing only it and my panties.
Christine looked up at me, a shocked and angry expression on her face.

"Who the hell are you? And what have you done to him!"

"Oh, don't worry, he'll be fine. He's jut taking a scissors-induced siesta."

"What are you talking about, and why is he tied up? Are you trying to rob
him?"

I laughed and indicated my skimpy attire.

"And where do you think I'd hide the loot honey?"

"What are you, a prostitute?"

"Hmm, sort of, but Robert didn't hire me. I met him in an internet cafe and
found out he likes wrestling. We came back here for a match. You did know
about his wrestling fetish didn't you?"

"You beat him up?"

"We wrestled, but I'm afraid Robert wasn't much of a match for me. I put him
in a few holds, made him beg for mercy, then I had him suck my nipples while I
jacked him off. Then I got him in a headscissors and...lights out."

"You BITCH! I'm going to put your lights out!"

Christine had on a track suit, but even in that I could tell she was a big,
strong girl. She was an inch or two shorter than me, with broad shoulders. She
took off her jacket and flung it aside. She had a tank top on underneath. I
expected her to come straight for me, but she raised her fists into a fighting
stance. "Oh great" I thought, she's a boxer. Fistfighting was definitely not
my forte. I had never really done much of it. I made the decision to take a
shot or two if I had to, but to get my arms around her and get her onto the
floor right away, where we would be forced to wrestle. I took a second to size
her up - hard, sinewy shoulders and arms, tight six-pack abs. I couldn't see
her legs, but her thighs sure filled out the track pants. I figure I'd wait
for her to throw a punch and try to avoid it when my right knee suddenly
exploded in pain. "Shit, she's a a kickboxer was all I was able to say to
myself when my other knee got the same treatment. Another kick to my right leg
and my knees began to buckle. I was immediately straightened up by an uppercut
to my jaw. Christine moved right in, peppered me with a couple of left jabs
and followed up with a big right cross that send me crashing to the floor on
my back. I struggled to clear me head when she kicked me again, this time in
the ribs. I let out a cry and rolled onto my knees, clutching my stomach. I
was hurt and figured my only chance at this point was to play for time. I
began to moan and groan and act like I was done.

"Please," I begged "no more."

"Not so tough now, are you muscle girl?" Christine taunted. Perfect! This is
exactly what I hoped she'd do. I needed a chance to clear my head and get my
breath back.

"Maybe I should knock you out and tie you up, huh? Think you'd like that
bitch?"

"Please, don't. I don't want to fight anymore. Just let me leave, I promise
you'll never see me again." I sniffed, pretending to be near tears.

"I better not, because if I ever do, I'll mess you up so bad you'll wish you'd
never been born. Now get the fuck out of here."

She reached down and grabbed a handful of hair and started to haul me up. It
was all the opening I needed. Once I was on my feet I seized her wrist,
twisted her arm behind her. I slipped my free arm under hers, let go of her
wrist and wrapped my other one around her neck and joined my hands together.
Keeping the hold on, I wrenched her to her knees and then drove my weight onto
her back and scissored her legs together.

"Now we're on my turf," I hissed in her ear. "This little hold I've got you in
is called a chickenwing choke. Feel free to give up anytime."

"Screw you!"

She squirmed and thrashed about like crazy, but there was very little she
could do. I knew this hold well. It was one of my favourite controlling holds
because it's so difficult to fight back against. I had her left arm and legs
secured, my full weight resting on her back and my arm tighly wound around her
throat. She pulled at the chokehold with her free arm but she could do nothing
to loosen the pressure. My hands were joined behind her left shoulder and she
couldn't reach them with her grasping right hand. Very soon she began to run
out of air and lay still. In a very tiny voice that sounded like she had just
inhaled helium, she whispered "I can't breath."

"I know honey, that's kind of the idea. You ready to give up?"

"Ok, I give, I give. Now let me go."

I loosened the pressure enough on her throat to allow her to get a breath.

"Oh no, I'm letting you go. You throw too mean a punch for that, but you
should have finished me off when you had the chance. Now I'm going to give you
a little wrestling lesson."

Christine started thrashing around and trying to throw me off her, so I
tightened the choke hold again. That settled her down while I considered my
next move. I know she must be feeling light-headed from lack of oxygen and her
left shoulder is no doubt a little worse for the wear. Still, I didn't want to
take any chances. She was too tough a cookie to fool around with. My legs were
starting to cramp up, so I decided to change positions. I could still feel the
effects of her punches. My lip was starting to puff up and I could taste blood
where she had split it with the thundering rght cross that had knocked me on
my ass. I figured I better give myself a little insurance against any more of
those punches and decded to work on her arms. I extracted my legs from
underneath her and used them to pin the back of her knees to the floor. I then
converted my hold on her left arm into a hammerlock, removed my right arm from
around her throat and quickly snatched her right wrist and twisted it behind
her back as well. I kept my weight right over her upper thighs, so she
couldn't her buck me. Once I felt I had a secure position, I really went to
work on her arms. With my arm removed from her throat, she was free to speak,
and she cursed and screamed as I alternated between forcing first one arm,
then the other, up between her shoulder blades. She had good flexibility and I
wasn't able to hurt her as much as I wanted. I kept up the torture for a while
until I felt I had done some damage. I knew her left arm must be very weak
after all the punishment it had taken, so I selected her right arm and moved
it into a brutal armbar, with one of my knees resting on the side of her neck
and the other digging into her ribs. I could have broken her arm in this
position but I stopped just short of that. Still, I had her screaming in
agony. She was yelling things like "Stop" and "Let me go" and the ever-popular
"You bitch", but no submission. I cranked her arm a bit more. She let out a
blood-curdling scream and submitted.

"Oh God, no more, please. I give up. You win, please, you're breaking my arm."

"No I'm not, but I could if I want, so you better listen carefully,
understand?"

"Yes." she sobbed.

I checked her face. Her eyes were screwed shut from the pain but the tears
were real. Now we were getting somewhere, I thought to myself.

"Alright Christine, I want to hear you beg me for mercy."

I kept her in the painful hold until she had pleaded for mercy and submitted
to me in every way she could think of. I had her promising to be my slave and
do anything I said. I made her admit she was a nasty bitch who should be on
her knees kissing my feet. I forced her to ask for the privilage of
worshipping my powerful, muscular body. She was a little kitten now and I
easily pulled her by her arm into a sitting position, slipped a sleeper hold
on her, pulled her over on her back and wrapped my legs around her waist. She
put up no resistance at all. I demonstrated my total mastery over her by
kissing her cheek, tonguing and nibbling her ear, and giving her neck little
bites. I kept her conscious long enough to feel her start to respond to me.
She began to moan in pleasure and started breathing heavily. I smiled to
myself as I saw her hands go to her breasts, rubbing them and pinching her
nipples. I let her enjoy the sensation for a little while before tightening up
the sleeper.

"Time for you to take a little nap baby," I whispered into her ear, as I
squeezed her with both my arms and legs and felt her drop off to sleep. I
quickly stood up and looked around for my bag. I took a piece of rope out and
bound her wrists. I looked around for something to secure her to and decided
to drag her over to a heavy desk in the corner of the room, opposite the sofa.
I got another length of rope and tied her wrists to it. Meanwhile, Robert was
regaining consciousness. I refilled the water glasses and brought one over to
him. Kneeling in front of him I held the glass up to his lips.

"How are you feeling?" I asked.

"Ok, I guess."

He was still pretty drowsy.

"You were out for quite a while there Robert. I had my hands full with
Christine. You missed a hell of a fight. She messed up my face a little." I
said, showing him my fat lip and bruised cheek. "That girl sure can hit hard.
She nearly knocked me out. But I wound up putting her out instead."

His eyes opened wide and he looked at me with fear.

"What did you do to her? Is she alright? Where is she?"

"Relax," I laughed "she's alright." I moved aside so he could see across the
room to where Christine was tied to the desk.

"She's taking a little nap, like the one you just woke up from. She'll be fine
although I'm afraid her arms are going to be a little sore for a while."

"Will you untie me please?"

"Not quite yet sweetie."

"What do you want? You've had your fun, now leave us alone, please."

"That's the thing Robert. I'm not sure I have had my fun yet."

I walked over to where Christine lay sleeping.

"She's really pretty. Hell of a body too, I can see why you're attracted to
her. Nice muscles."

"What do you mean you haven't had your fun yet. What are you going to do to
us?"

"I'm not sure. Maybe we should wait until Chrissy here wakes up. That'll give
me some time to think about it."

"You leave her alone!" Robert shouted.

"You're not in any position to be giving orders, now are you?"

Robert started screaming at me to untie him, threatening to charge me with
assault and all kinds of things. Frustration overtook him and he just lost it.
It was quite annoying so I decided to shut him up. I removed his girlfriend's
halter top and used it to gag him. Then I took some water over and held
Christine's head up. I lightly slapped her cheeks and gradually brought her
around. I let her sip the water and waited until she seemed fully conscious.

"What the...?" she said, as she tried to move her arms.

"Sorry baby, I had to tie your arms. I don't want to take any chances on
getting hit with another of those punches. Look on the bright side. At least
you're not gagged."

I stepped aside and let her look across the room at Robert.

"Oh sorry, I had to use your top."

She looked down at herself. I don't think she even realized she was topless.
She had beautiful, saucer-like breasts, not particularly big but perfectly
round with little, upturned nipples. I smiled down at her.

"You're very beautiful Christine. I bet you've got great legs, don't you?"

I knelt down and tugged her track pants, leaving her naked except for her
panties. As I went to reach for them, she cried out "no" and kicked her legs
at me.

"Now, now, remember your promise. Don't be a bad slave-girl."

I took hold of one of her ankles and stood up, twisting her into a painful
leglock.

"Are you going to be a good girl, or do I need to hurt you some more?"

"No, no please," she whined "I'm sorry. I'll be good, I promise."

I let her leg go and knelt down between them. She put up no fight as I grasped
the waistband of her underwear and slid them off. She did have great legs.
Again, not huge but all sinewy muscle, beautifully shaped. Nice round calves,
deeply cut thighs and a very pretty, wispy, blonde bush. Yummm, this girl's
body was driving me crazy. I wanted her so badly, I could hardly control
myself. But control myself I did, long enough to plan how I was going to
finish this little escapade off.

Robert, upon seeing me strip Christine, started straining against the rope
that held his arms captive and making incomprehensible noises. I decided to
blindfold him as and went looking for something to do it with. I went into the
bedroom and found a necktie. I brought it back to the living room and knelt on
the couch behind Robert. I extended my legs and snared his head into a
figure-four scissors, leaned forward and fastened the tie around his head.
Then I got up and knelt in front of him. I adjusted the tie so it covered his
eyes fully. Now I turned my attention back to Christine.

"What are you doing?" she asked fearfully, "Why did you blindfold him?"

"You'll see honey, I just don't want him too. I think Robert's had enough
surprises for today. Too bad because he does like the look of my big muscles
and these."

I removed my top and let my breasts loose. There are very few people, male or
female, who don't go a little "ga-ga" at the sight of a pair of large, firm
breasts; breasts that don't sag or droop, but rather thrust straight out. They
command attention and they certainly seemed to have Christine's.

"You like?" I teased, "And what about these?" I brought my arms up into a
double biceps pose, flexing my arms.

"Do you like big muscles too, Christine?" I did some more flexing put on a
sexy posing show for her. Then I knelt down and undid the rope that bound her
wrists to the desk. I helped her to her feet and walked her into the bedroom
where I wrestled her on to the bed and sat on her while I re-tied her wrists
to the bedposts. Then I blindfolded her too, and began teasing her nipples
with my tongue. I kissed, licked and sucked her breasts until I saw the
nipples extend and stiffen. Then I started kissing her on the neck and rubbing
my hands all over her firm, hard body. I moistened my index and middle finger
and slid my hand down, inserting them into her vagina. I pinched and rubbed
her clit with my thumb while keeping my fingers moving in and out of her. I
kept it up until I saw her plant her feet flat on the bed and thrust her hips
in rhythm with my fingers sliding in and out of her. Her head was twisting
from side to side and she gasped and moaned in pleasure as I worked on her
pussy. I felt she was about to come so I slowed the pace down. I traced the
outline of her hard, etched abdominal muscles. Then I placed a gentle kiss on
each of her breasts and whispered in her ear, "I'll be right back." She was
writhing and thrashing about, panting, lips trembling.

"Where are you going? Please, don't stop. Don't leave."

"Don't worry baby, I'll be back in a minute, with a special treat. Don't go
anywhere." I teased.

I went back into the living room and removed my panties, carefully peeling off
the tape that held my dick flat. Then I started working on Robert. I removed
his gag and kissed him long and hard on the mouth and then slowly moved down
his body until I had his rock-hard cock in my mouth. I sucked him slowly and
sensuously but wouldn't let him cum. Everytime I felt him start to spasm, I
squeezed the base of his penis, interrupting his ejaculation. Next I brought
my tits up to his face and had him sucking first one, then the other while I
worked on his cock with my hand. When I had driven him practically crazy with
desire, I finally let him blow his load. His second orgasm was almost as
intense as the first. As his body relaxed and he slumped back, I made him suck
my breast again. I changed from one to the other then, as I removed one,

I replaced it with my dick. He couldn't see what I was doing but he must have
recognized what was in his mouth. He jerked spasmodically and tried to pull
his head back. I put my hand on the back of his head and held him. With my
other hand, I squeezed his cheeks back by the molars, so he couldn't bite
down. Threatening to crush his balls unless he complied, I made him suck me
until I was nice and hard. Then I re-gagged him, pulled my panties back on and
adjusted my cock so it wasn't sticking straight out and returned to the
bedroom.

The first thing I did was untie Christine's wrists. I pulled her off the bed,
put another armlock on her torured right arm and forced her down to her knees.
I turned the hold into a simple wristlock, while I placed one foot on the back
of her neck. I kept her in this dominant position, groveling at my feet while
I made her beg me to make love to her. She sounded genuinely desperate for it.
I had done my job well earlier, taking her to the brink of orgasmic ecstasy
and then leaving her hanging there. I was reasonably certain she was truly
under my spell now, but I wanted to make absolutely sure, so I stood her up,
threw her onto the bed and applied one last hold, a reverse
headock/bodyscissors combination. I had my right arm wrapped around her neck,
her head behind my right shoulder. I took her left arm, pulled it back and
clamped in under my left arm so she was streched back across my chest and then
scissored her stomach with my legs. I love this hold because it gives me
access to my opponent's chest with my mouth. I then proceeded to give
Christine the dual pain/pleasure torture treatment. While I worked on her
breast with my mouth, I squeezed my legs against her sides. She had great abs,
but even the strongest stomach eventually breaks down under a powerful
scissors squeeze. After a few minutes she was alternately begging me to stop
squeezing her and not to stop sucking her nipples. Finally she couldn't say
anything at all, breaking down into a constant moan, pleasure one second as I
lavished oral attention on her breasts, then pain the next as I tightened my
legs around her waist. I kept it up until I turned her into a shaking,
quivering, confused and helpless little girl. When I asked if she wanted me to
fuck her, she responded by begging for it.

"Does the little slave girl want her mistress to fuck her?"

"Yes Mistress please, fuck me, fuck me hard. I beg you...please fuck me."

I released her from the hold I had her in, turned her over and tied her wrists
to the bedposts again, this time with her face-down. Then I gathered all the
pillows together and put them under her stomach, forcing her delicious little
ass high in the air. I moved around behind her and began making love to her
with my mouth and hands, this time beginning with her feet. I kissed them and
rubbed them as I moved my mouth up to her ankles while I kneaded her big,
round calves. Then I continued up her legs, letting my tongue drag along the
inside of her thighs while I squeezed her firm cheeks. God she had a beautiful
ass! I started to kiss it, give it little bites and licked her crack, probing
around the edges of her asshole. Meanwhile I pushed two fingers into her pussy
and felt her wetness. I turned myself around, straddled her back and found her
clit with my tongue. I lavished attention on it until I felt her start to
writhe and moan. She was clenching her ass cheeks together, her entire body
stiffening. I kept working her clit with my fingers as I turned around again
and let my tongue sweep over her back, running up her spine. I kissed and bit
the back of her shoulders, then her neck. I whispered into her ear, "Do you
want me to fuck you?"

"Yes, yes please...fuck me. Fuck me hard!"

I took my now stiff dick and put it into her pussy. I didn't push it in at
first. I let her squirm and try to push her butt out to try and engulf it.
After ten or fifteen seconds of this, I rammed it in her all the way and
proceeded to fuck her fiercly. She screamed and had her first orgasm right
away. Then another, at which point I inserted a thumb into her asshole and
induced a third orgasm. I don't know if she thought I was using a dildo on her
or what. She was dripping wet, so much so that I don't know if she felt me cum
or not. Finally, I started to go limp so I put my fingers back in her pussy
and brought her to another frenzied, gushing orgasm. I fininshed by laying on
top of her, nuzzling her neck and nibbling on her ears. She was starting to
shiver so I put a blanket on her and went to find my clothes.

I cleaned myself up a bit, got dressed and thought about calling a cab. I
decided to walk for a while instead. I was so excited! This had been one of my
best adventures ever, for so many reasons not the least of which was almost
losing the fight with Christine, then overpowering her and fucking the
daylights out of her. I got my things together, went into the bedroom and
spent a few more minutes running my hands over Christine's strong, sexy body.
Oh man, she was gorgeous! If she wasn't so dangerous, I'd be tempted to try
and take her away from Robert. I'd been thinking about aquiring a slave-girl,
both for personal and professional reasons, but I think I'd better off with
one that couldn't lay me out with a single punch. I untied her wrists, kissed
her deeply on the mouth and slipped out the front door. I was so keyed up and
excited that I actually had to run for a few blocks, just to burn the excess
energy. I can only imagine what happened when she untied Robert and removed
his gag. I would have loved to have been there.