Babies and Binkies  Part 3 
By Connor McCloud Khengiskhan@hotmail.com



I arrived home from work that night and found that although my head was
swimming with all kinds of thoughts and issues, everything was basically the
same. Kathie was playing with the baby and wasn't acting any differently to
me, and for a little while it felt like nothing in our lives had changed. I
had spent the day thinking only about three things, my wife beating me at
armwrestling, our conversation the previous night and the checklist we
created, and the wrestling match scheduled for tonight. I could deal with
losing at armwrestling, it wasn't easy, but I thought that I could deal with
it. The more I thought about the entire situation, the more confused and upset
I became. I didn't know if I could deal with the fact that my wife was
stronger than me, but the more I thought about it, I realized that it
shouldn't make much of a difference, right? It wasn't like it meant anything
or that she would use this against me, or would she? I knew that it was
important that my only option was to win our match and keep the physical
strength struggle in my favor. I came to realize that my male ego would be
crushed if I knew, and Kathie knew, that physically she was dominant to me.

The baby went to bed as usual, and we both felt nervous and anxious about our
match, even though we were not discussing it. I came downstairs and Kathie was
moving furniture out of the way and making a large area for our match. The
couches were pushed against the wall and it left us a good 10 by 10 area to
work in, which was more than enough space for our match. I looked over and
gave Kathie a good sizing up, because her body had changed drmatically over
the last several months. Wearing only a sports bra and tight shorts, her body
was on display. Even though she was only just over five feet tall and around
130 pounds, she looked much taller than that. Kathie had long brown hair which
was now pulled into a ponytail, showing off her broad, well developed
shoulders. Kathie had big traps, which made her shoulders even more
impressive, and with her hair up, they looked better than ever. Her upper
body, which was never very developed, was now equally impressive. Her breasts
which were smaller than they had been, because of weight loss and weight work,
was still a "C" cup, and the exercise had made them tighter and firmer. Her
arms were fairly big for someone her size, although not unsightly, they were
tight and were getting more cut. One feature that Kathie has always had was
thick, strong looking forearms, and now with some weight loss, you could see a
vein or two when she moved a certain way. Kathie has always had that strong
handshake and her hands were not dainty, but thick for her size and very
strong.

Kathie's best feature was her legs, and fantastic muscle definition and size.
There was no question that a lot of work went into making them as impressive
as they were, and more than any thing, her legs scared me. In short, she was
130 pounds of muscle, with only a little extra fat still to lose, her bodyfat
was around 23 percent, pretty good for someone who just had a baby. Compared
to Kathie, I was tall, not nearly as muscular, but I looked a little leaner
than she did. I weighed around 180, and my bodyfat was around 23 percent.
Standing side by side, she looked more like a person who lifts weights and I
looked more like a runner or something like that.

With all the furniture moved, Kathie began to stretch out, and while she did
this she paid little attention to me or what I was doing for that matter. I
felt uncomfortable standing only a few feet from her and not talking with her
so I decided to try to lighten things up a little.

"I know you're dead serious about this Hulk Hogan, but are we going to talk
any more or are we mortal enemies now?" I ask smiling.

Kathie looked at me, and although she smiled, there was a serious look to her.
"I'm sure when we're done we'll still be close, I just hope you're willing to
accept defeat. Are you going to be OK knowing your wife can beat you up?" she
asked very seriously.

"What do you mean beat me up? I thought we were just wrestling not getting in
a fist fight," I replied.

"We are wrestling, but that's only a step under really fighting. Are you
saying that if I beat you in wrestling that I wouldn't win a fight? It's just
about the same, think about it," she said.

I had never really thought about it that way, but it did make sense. The only
real difference is in wrestling we wouldn't be punching each other, but that's
about it. I could see with every passing second how very serious Kathie was
taking this. I knew I had to have the same intensity or I just might get hurt.

"I say we go best two out of three," Kathie said as she continued to
stretch,"that way there's no arguing about the winner. God forbid I win and
you say it was just luck! This way there will be no question who the winner
is, in fact I'll beat you as many times as I have to if it's necessary."

"Don't get ahead of yourself," I replied,"this might not go as you plan."

Each fall would be decided by submission only, no other way, and besides that
there were no other rules, although we had decided on no punching, scratching,
or biting. Sissy stuff as Kathie called it. We decided to start on our knees
facing each other, because we figured the falling might wake the baby. I was
wondering about how this would play out because neither one of us really knew
any real wrestling moves, just what we had picked up through playing around
all our lives. I knew that Kathie knew more than I did because both her
brother wrestled and she was the ultimate tomboy growing up, always play
fighting and wrestling around.

We each got into position facing each other, and as unusual as it was to do
something like this, it seemed very real and competitive. I knew Kathie was a
worthy adversary, and that alone caused some fear and nerves to creep into my
thoughts. It wasn't like I knew I would win because my wife was a creampuff,
this woman was strong, tough, and fighting with a chip on her shoulder, she
wanted to hear me submit. We moved in towards each other and moved into a
position like we had been in a few nights earlier, with hands on the others
shoulders. We each pushed and shoved the other to knock them off balance, and
my first thoughts were of how strong Kathie really was. I couldn't over power
her and knock her off balance, if anything, she was pushing me around. Moments
later, we fell to the side, and Kathie gracefully moved quickly on top of me,
trying to grab my arms and secure them to the floor. With her legs she wrapped
them tightly around mine, so I really had no ability to throw her off. With my
legs trapped, Kathie seeing her efforts to grab my arms were failing, dropped
down heavily so we were chest to chest, and at the same time she tried to wrap
her arms around my body. At first this didn't work, but with great power and
body mechanics she rolled me partly over and secured her hands around my
chest, around the bottom of my rib cage. She began to really grind into me,
winding her legs tighter, and then really securing her hands so she could
really begin to squeeze. I was suddenly completely entangled with her, my arms
were almost useless, although I tried to wrap them around her to squeeze, it
just wasn't having an effect. We were so close our faces were almost touching,
but Kathie had her head pressed hard into the side of my face, and focussed
all her energy into squeezing me. Our bodies couldn't have been any closer
together, and it seemed that Kathie was only trying to tighten her grip to
squeeze harder. I tried to wrap my arm around her head in a front head lock,
but was unable to do it so I settled now in trying squeeze her like she was
squeezing me. I was surprised that she never decreased her pressure, but if
anything was only adding pressure, which eventually beagn to drain my energy
and leave me almost limp. Kathie was putting great pressure on my chest and I
was finding it hard to breathe, which she was sensing and tried to take
advantage of.

I was in the position for several minutes, and then with agility and speed
that I had no idea she possessed, Kathie began to rotate her body around mine.
She never really released control of my body, she only slithered around me
like a snake, eventually forcing me on my side with her now behind me. I
didn't have the energy to counteract anything she was doing, I was like a
object she was playing with. With her legs still securely holding mine in
place, she now again tried to get control of my arms, forcing me to pull them
in to my body. Seeing what I was doing, Kathie moved up higher and was now
wrapping an arm around my throat, which immediately brought out my arms to
stop this. We struggled together furiously, I was losing energy by the minute,
and I could sense Kathie only getting stronger amd gaining more control every
as this went on. She slid her arms under mine, and eventually was able to
secure her hands at the back of my neck in a perfect full nelson. Having this
hold in place, and seeing that I was all but defeated, she moved us in a
sitting position, and wrapped her legs around my stomach. I tried desperately
to pry her hands apart, but when I tried, she squeezed her legs tighter
commanding me without words to stop my action. Kathie took a few minutes to
perfect and tighten her hold which was impossible to break free from, and then
used her strength to crush and contort my body violently for several more
minutes. I didn't know what hurt more, my neck and arms from her full nelson,
or her vice like grip around my midsection.

"You ready to submit sweety?" she asked, "you are not escaping from this hold,
we both know that. I've never felt stronger or more in control than I do right
now, I could keep you here forever if I wanted to, and you could do nothing
about it. What do you say?"

"Ok, I give up," I said knwoing everything she said was true.

She gave me one last squeeze, and then let go, uncoiling her body from around
mine. Her absolute dominance could not be argued, it wasn't even close. Kathie
was clearly stronger than I was, but more than that, she was plain tougher. I
rolled away from her and tried to stretch out my body which had been trapped
forever in her painful grasp, and I was hurting. Kathie was stretching out
also, but she looked fresh and ready to go, and I looked worn and beaten.

"You want to go again or are you going to quit like a baby?" she asked looking
over at me.

"You don't have to be a bitch about it Kathie. Just because you won...,"I was
saying but Kathie interupted.

"I'm not being a bitch honey. I'm sinply pointing out that you have always
been pampered and you aren't use to getting in fights like this. I grew up
fighting and scrapping with people, and you weren't that's all. I didn't
expect you to win, you aren't a tough guy, but that's nothing to be ashmamed
of, your a nice guy. I was just saying we don't have to keep wrestling if
you're hurt or don't want to get hurt any more," Kathie said in a very adult
to child kind of way. I knew that most of what she was saying was true, but I
was unwilling to give up.

"I'm ready to go again," I said very unconvincingly.

"Ok honey, I'm glad to see your fighting spirit still there," she said moving
back towards me.

We moved into position again and were ready to start round two. We were both
more aggressive from the start, and with a quick push, I knocked Kathie off
balance and we fell together to the floor. I landed on her and quickly wrapped
my arm around her neck in a side headlock and sqeezed as hard as I could. I
knew I had her in a good position, because she was moaning slightly in pain,
so I cranked it up a notch and went for the kill. We were positioned so our
bodies were facing the same way, and I was almost on top of her doing this so
I could see her face in pain. I had her like this for several minutes, but she
refused to give up, but continued to struggle for a position to escape. Kathie
moved a little and put her left leg around my right leg, and then with great
strength she began to pry my hands apart. Using her left leg as balance, she
ripped her head from my hold after prying my hands apart, and she was now
undreneath me, and wrapping her legs around mine.

We fought frantically for several minutes, rolling, grabbing, and trying to
overpower the other to obtain control. Kathie's overall power, strength, and
stamina began to takes its toll on me as we fought, she began to assume
control. She ended up getting me into a position where she had the back of my
head pressed against her crotch, and she had gained control of both arms by
holding each wrist tightly and pulling each arm towards her. As she pulled my
arms back, leaving them useless, she used her legs to slowly grind and torture
my head. Kathie began to grind her crotch into my head and it obviously was
exciting her because although I tried to give up, she simply squeezed and
pressed harder, until I think she orgasmed. I was in so much pain that my eyes
were tearing and I heard myself begging her to stop, eventually she heard my
cries and released the pressure but held me there.

"I never knew how much dominating you would excite me sweety, I just had two
orgasms! I'm sorry I couldn't hear you, I hope you're not mad, I would have
stopped, I think," she said giggling," I really hope you're not mad, I was
only trying to have some fun. If we're both not trying our best than what fun
is it to win? I wanted to beat you knowing you were trying your best. You were
right?"

"Yeah, I was, now please let me go,"I said nicely, knowing I was in a bad
situation.

"Sure honey, just a couple of things. First is, I want you tell admit to me
that I'm the physically dominant perosn in this marriage. Do it," she
commanded.

"Ok, you are physically dominant," I said with all the sincerity I could.

"Ok, that's very good she said,"she said, talking down to me like I was her
dog or something,"now when I let you go, I want two things. First thing is, I
want you to go check on the baby, I thought I heard her crying, and after that
I want you to come to bed and pleasure me. You understand?"

"Listen Kathie, I don't have any problems checking on the baby or pleasuring
you, but why are you acting like this? You know I would do it anyways," I said
angrily without thinking.

Kathie squeezed my head hard, reminding me of the pain I was in moments ago.
"I'm saying it this way because I can honey. I'm in control here, remember?
Let's not take this any further, I don't want that," she said releasing me and
moving away.

I got up and grabbed the binky from the table to check on the baby, who
thankfully was sleeping happily. I stayed with the baby for a few minutes, and
then went to the bathroom to clean up and get my mind straight. We were both
in bed about 30 minutes later, Kathie never said anything about pleasing her
again, so thankfully I went to sleep. We didn't speak that night and something
was wrong about that, we always talked before bed. This night, however, deep
in our own thoughts we slept on our own side of the bed, without touching or
moving each of us wondering what the final outcome was going to be.

To be continued..........