Roleplaying
By Connor McCloud, Khengiskhan@hotmail.com



I have been married to John for five years and we have a healthy relationship
in almost every way. We are great friends, we get along, make each other
laugh, good sex; we know our roles in the marriage. Our marriage has always
been give and take, like most marriages, and that's fine with me, because I
take more than I give, and we both know that. I married John for many reasons,
but one of the main reasons, which he doesn't realize, is that I knew from the
day we met that I could dominate him. I believe subconsciously he has always
known this, even though we never discussed who was the dominant one in our
marriage. I never needed to prove this to him, because, well, he knew I was
dominant. It was like a dark secret that he refused to tell or admit, but one
day things changed and the time had come to get this secret out in the open.
It was time to understand and learn our roles.

John and I have always been physical together. We are both althletic, however
we have very different builds. John is tall and lean, around 6 foot 180, and
I'm shorter and have more of a stocky build, 5'1" around 135. For years we
played around together, you know playful wrestling in the bed and stuff like
that, nothing to serious. Sometimes when we wrestled, and I was annoyed with
John, I would try harder, and to his dismay, I would beat him, sometimes very
easily. John liked the fact that we wrestled like this and to him winning and
losing meant everything, and he couldn't understand how I would lose and not
care. I always told John that when I wanted to win, I simply would, but
usually I didn't care. Truthfully, I did like the feeling of destroying my
husband and making him submit to me, it made me feel good to see him squirming
in pain. I have always known that I'm mentally and physically tougher and
stronger than John, to me it was no big deal, but to him it was. One day after
coming home from the gym, I saw John struggling to carry a box up the stairs
so I walked over to help him.

"Hey hun, need some help?" I asked.

"No, I got it," he replied, stumbling forward and dropping the box.

"Come on John, that's breakable stuff, let me help you," I said walking over
and leaning down to get the box. I picked up the box fairly easily using my
strong legs to do most of the work, and then John walked over and grabbed one
side.

"You're getting stronger hun, you picked that up easily," John said, with his
eyes glancing towards my heavily muscled arms.

"Yeah, I'm getting there," I replied, and we carried the box upstairs.

We put the box down and John sat on the edge of the bed and looked me overhead
to toe.

"You do look good Jen," he said," you're really building more muscle, you can
really see it. Looks good. Even your arms are getting bigger and more
defined."

"Little by little I'm getting there hun. Just wish I had more time to workout,
I'd like to do more if I could," I replied, looking myself over in the mirror.
I did look pretty good, and John was right, my muscles were getting bigger and
more defined.

"You feel like arm wrestling?" John asked, "I'd like to feel how strong you
are."

I agreed and we moved into a position on the floor. We locked our right hands
together and each started pushing hard. Our hands didn't move at all for about
15 seconds, not even an inch, and I started laughing and stopped.

"What are you doing?" John asked, "why did you laugh and stop?"

"Sorry hun, let's try again," I said, regaining my composure and putting my
hand up. We started again, and for the second time I started laughing and we
stopped.

"Sorry sweety, I just think it's funny that you can't beat me, I don't mean to
laugh," I said sincerely.

"What do you mean, you didn't beat me, you stopped," John said annoyed at my
comment.

"I know, but I would have beat you, I just can't help but laugh that I can
beat you now," I replied.

"Come on then, let's see you beat me," John said angrily.

"Alright, if you really want me to humiliate you, that's your problem," I said
laughing at my husband, which only made him more angry.

We locked hands again, and this time we were both trying real hard. For the
first few minutes we didn't move, but eventually, to my husband's credit, he
began winning, and after a hard fought match, he won. In victory, my husband
was also defeated and you could see it in his face, he was confused. He had
won, but barely, and he knew that if we did it again, he might not win, and
that was killing him. John had just received a lesson in humility from me, and
more was to come.

"You are so strong now Jen, I can't believe it," he said, barely making eye
contact.

"Yup, almost beat you John. I will next time, so watch out. You must feel bad
that your wife can beat you in arm wrestling, huh?" I said, knowing the
answer. John didn't answer, he just laughed and walked away, trying to act
like what I said didn't bother him, but it did, his mind was just cranking up.

Later on that night we sat down to watch TV, and it was John that brought up
our match.

"I can't believe how strong you are Jen, it's unbelievable," he said.

"I'm getting stronger for sure, I'll keep working out and we'll see how strong
I can get," I replied.

"Maybe next time you might win," he said smiling at me.

"I can win now hun, you know that. That was a very even match, I could of won
as easily as you, so don't get all cocky on me. Next time, after I win, we'll
see what kind of trash your talking. You know, it's like when we wrestle and I
kick your ass, you get all defensive like you're trying to deny what we both
already know," I said.

"And what might that be?" he asked.

I saw the opportunity to really let him have it, so I decided that this was a
good time to collaspe his fantasy world.

"Hun, let's talk this out, ok? Can you be honest here?" I asked him.

"Sure, why wouldn't I be?" he asked.

"Because the truth hurts sometimes sweety. Let me say this hun, I have always
told you that when I want to beat you at wrestling I can, and I do. In fact
when I'm trying, I basically kick your ass right?" I asked starting to get
into this.

"Yeah you have in the past," he replied.

"So basically John, if I decided right now to kick your ass, I could. Is that
a fair statement?" I asked.

"Well, I don't know about that, I don't think you could win every time, but
you win sometimes," he said, trying to choose he words wisely.

"Hun, when I want to win, I beat you easily. Honestly hun, your a good guy,
but when it comes right down to it, your not very tough. Do you think I'm
mentally stronger than you are?" I asked working him into a trap.

"Yeah I would say you are, you have been through alot. So yeah you are," he
said.

"Good, I'm glad you can admit that. The thing you don't want to admit is that
physically I'm tougher than you. Most woman are tougher than guys. We can
endure more pain than you guys can, that's a fact. So basically hun, I'm
mentally and physically tougher than you. Can you honestly say that I'm not?"
I asked him.

John paused for a few minutes, playing with his socks and not even looking my
way. "I don't know about that Jen. You're a tough person, no doubt about that,
but physically tougher, I don't know about that," he finally said.

"Alright, then let's look at it this way. You weigh almost 50 pounds more than
me, and you're much taller. So how come I can kick your ass when we wrestle,
and beat you at armwrestling? Why? Because hun I'm almost as strong as you,
maybe just as strong, but more importantly, I'm tougher than you. I can beat
you whenever I want to John, and you know it. I don't use that to my
advantage, but I could if I wanted to. You know John, quite honestly, if you
and I got in a fight, a real fight, you know deep inside that I would win that
fight. Think about it," I told John who was looking at me in disbelief.

"You're crazy Jen. I'll admit you're a strong, tough woman, and that you have
beaten me before at wrestling, but you're taking this a little far now," John
replied.

"Am I? John, you need to be honest with yourself. Think back to us wrestling.
You don't remember losing and begging for me to let you go? You don't remember
being overpowered by me? Remember when I had you pinned and was talking about
raping you? You couldn't move then, and I'm stronger now. If you think about
this, and I know it's hard for you to admit this, I'm the dominant one in this
marriage. If these were caveman days, I would be the one pulling you around by
your hair after beating you. Basically hun, we fight, you lose, and you know
it," I said moving closer to him and making him feel uncomfortable, "You know
in some marriages, the men beat the wives to get their way. You should feel
happy that I don't do the same with you and make you a battered husband."

"Whatever Jen," John mumbled, "I don't know if I agree with all that."

"Really? What don't you agree with? Do you think you can take me in a fight?"
I challenged.

"Yeah, I think I could Jen. I know you're tough, but I'm bigger and stronger
than you," he replied, unsure of his own thoughts.

"Bigger? yes, stronger? Don't know about that. Not anymore hun, sorry to break
it to you. I would say we are about even in that category, which is very bad
for you. Frankly sweets, fighting is not out of the question, but I would be
leary of really fighting you because of how it might effect our marriage, but
I would fight you in a second. I know I would beat you John, and you know it
as well. The thought of beating you is actually appealing to me on some level.
I would enjoy ending this discussion by beating you until you surrendered to
me. In fact if ever want to fight, I mean really fight, you let me know, I'll
do it, and we'll hide your bruises from our families and friends," I laughed,
"but for now, wrestling will do. That should be enough proof for you right?"

"So, you're challenging me to a wrestling match?" John asked.

"No, I'm just making statements about us, and where I think we are as a
couple. It doesn't matter to me that I can dominate you hun, it's something
that I know and have always known. I just don't discuss with you, because it's
not an issue. My point is simple, you and I will continue with our marriage,
and things will be great as they are now. I don't believe that might makes
right in a relationship, that's a guy bullshit attitude. I just wanted these
feelings out in the open, because they have come up recently. So those are my
thoughts, and I'm content with them, how do you feel about what I said?" I
asked, trying to trick him into inserting his foot into mouth.

"Well, you said so much, I'm not sure what you want me to say. I know you're
strong, and tough and all that, but I'm not going to admit that you could beat
me up. That's a different story. I will admit that you have beaten me in
wrestling, maybe more than I like to admit, but that doesn't mean you could
take me in a fight. I'm not going to fight you Jen, that's going to far, and
there's no need for that," he said, his words again chosen carefully.

"I understand hun, and you're right. Fighting would change our relationship
and how we looked at each other forever. Let me ask you one more thing,
sometimes when we are arguing and our voices raise I sense that you back down
and I usually win the arguement. I have won arguements even when I know that
I'm wrong, but I'm just testing you to see if you will stand up for yourself
when tempers flair. It feels like you're intimidated by me, are you?" I asked,
moving closer to him and he backed up when I did.

John looked at me for a long time without saying anything, but his body
language said everything. He backed into the corner of the couch, and sqirmed
around. He looked at me up and down, and you could see he was searching for
his words.

"I don't know if intimidated is the right word. I don't like to argue, and
it's easier to let you do what you want to do. I wouldn't say I was
intimidated in a physical sense by you if that's what you're asking," he
replied, turning away from me and flicking the channels.

We ended the conversation there without finishing it, mainly because John
stopped talking and clearly didn't want to discuss it. I knew he was
intimidated by me, you could see it in his face and body language. Several
weeks passed and John and I had never discussed the issue again. John returned
from a run just about the same time I got back from the gym. We were getting
water and cooling down, standing next to each other against the counter. I
glanced over at him and he was looking down at my arm that was in a flexed
position holding my glass of water. He noticed me look over and he shifted his
glance quickly. At that moment something deep inside me tingled, and the
thought of making John submit to me became very strong. I knew just how to get
it going.

"What do you think hun? Looking pretty good huh?" I said smiling, flexing my
muscle for him.

"Yeah, looks great," he said, glancing down at his own arm. I noticed then
that our arms were very close in size, although mine were clearly more defined
than his.

"Who's arm is bigger hun? Where's that measuring tape?" I asked looking
quickly into the kitchen drawers. John didn't look, he just looked at me, and
sort of paced the floor. I found the tape, and went over to him and wrapped
the tape around his arm. He tried to flex to make it bigger and I told him to
let it hang.

"You're arm is around 13 inches hun, let's see what mine are," I said happily
wrapping the tape around my arm. John didn't look, but turned away quickly and
started to walk away.

"My arm is just around 14, maybe a little more than that. Take a look at this
sweety," I said giving him a big smile. He walked over and looked the tape,
and nodded at me, but didn't say a word.

"Hey hun, maybe it's time for the armwrestling rematch, what do you say?" I
asked in a completely loaded question. He couldn't say no, he had to accept,
refusing would be conceding. To his credit, he wanted to go down fighting.

"Ok, we can do that," he replied.

We moved into the living room and both moved into a position on the floor
facing each other. We each had on tank-tops, and it was almost sad how much
more defined and muscular my arm was than his. His arms were ok, they just
weren't as defined as mine. We locked right hands, and from that moment, the
match was already won. My hand, although smaller, was stronger, and looked
thicker than his, and when we locked up I squeezed his hand hard. We each
began to push, and like before, neither hand moved. It was clearly more
intense than the first time, and we grimaced as we fought against each other.
I continued to push, keeping the pressure constant, and several minutes later,
I felt his hand begin to quiver. Although I was pushing as hard as I could, I
found the extra strength to increase my pressure and go for the kill. I began
to slowly work his hand down to the floor, although he fought it every inch. I
had his hand about three quarters of the way down, when I felt him increase
his pressure in a last second effort to keep his hand from touching. I met his
force with equal force, and allowed him to simply exhaust himself until I felt
his pressure slip away. I then simply continued to apply pressure until I
firmly pressed his hand against the floor. He tried to pull his hand away but
I held it there tightly.

"So there's no questions here, you tried as hard as you could, but I won,
right?" I asked him.

"Yeah, you won Jen, congratulations," he said coldly.

"No need to be a sore loser hun, you can't accept the fact that I'm stronger
than you?" I asked feeling my urge to dominate him increase after beating him.

"Whatever Jen, that doesn't prove that you're stronger, it doesn't prove
anything," he replied, trying to pull his hand away, which I held firmly,
keeping it there.

"Really, it proved that when you won, but not when I do? You're a little baby
John, you always have been. You can't accept the fact that I'm stronger than
you are, so you change the rules. It's only convenient for you when you win,
you fucking sissy," I said, trying to edge him on, "you can't even pull your
hand away from me. Go ahead and try, I can hold it here as long as I want."

John tried to pull his hand away, but realized quickly that he couldn't. He
then tried to use his other hand, but I grabbed his wrist firmly and held it
to the side. He looked at me, but couldn't keep eye contact with me, and
looked away. He was defeated, but couldn't handle his loss. I knew that the
time had come to defeat him completely, and knew that I had to do it
regardless of his wishes.

Without speaking I sat up, keeping his hand and wrist firmly in grasp and
lifted us up so we were on our knees. I then let go, and simply looked at him.

"You ready for this John, I don't think we can avoid this. I'm going to
dominate you until you submit to me regardless of your will. You either fight
back, or get beat up, but you have no choice. This is your opportunity to
stand up for yourself John. Stop being such a fucking pussy, be a man and
fight for yourself, because I'm about to make you my bitch from this day on,"
I said sternly and without another word moved into him.

On our knees we locked up, both of us unsure of any rules or regulations, it
started out more like wrestling. We rolled onto our sides, and fought
intensely for the upper hand. I had never engaged in such an intense fight
with John before, and he fought extremely hard, even harder than I thought. We
rolled on the floor, crashing into furniture and tables, not concerned about
the damage, but both of us focused on the other. We were both moaning and
grunting, trying as hard as we could to defeat the other, but neither one of
us could get into a position to do much damage.

I could feel John breathing hard, and could almost sense he was getting tired
from this intense battle, and new that he couldn't keep fighting with this
emotion. As we rolled , I wrapped my legs around his stomach, and pulled him
close to me. I was able to pull him so that he was facing me, and then pulled
him into a front headlock. As he squirmed to break free, I added pressure with
my legs, and he only worked himself into a tighter more painful hold. I also
added pressure to my headlock by grasping my hands together and grinding his
head painfully. John was in some trouble now, and he struggled hard to break
free, by trying to pry my hands apart. I let him struggle and tire himself
out, and continued to squeeze him, with constant pressure that was taking its
toll on him. His body seemed to relax a little, and almost slump into me, and
I took this time to re- position myself, and was ready to really grind him
into submission. To his credit, John didn't give up, but got to his knees and
then drove our bodies to the ground. He did this three times, and my back
began to hurt, and I was ready to move when he wound up with his right arm,
and rammed it against my head. I felt dizzy, and John, before I could react,
did it again, this time forcing me to release the hold.

We each staggered back, John trying to get his breathe back, and me trying to
clear my head. John attacked first, and now the fight was on. He slammed into
me, fists flying, connecting hard to my jaw and just missing my eye. His
attack cleared the cobwebs and I counter attacked, throwing my own punches
that crashed hard into his stomach, and knocking the wind out of him. This was
now an all out fight, and what I had wanted from the very start. John was on
his knees, doubled over, trying to catch his breathe, and I took this
opportunity to gain control for good. I moved into him and slammed my fist
into his stomach again, then grabbed him by the shirt, and pulling him down,
drove my knee into his side several times. John fell on his side, and I moved
over him and rolled him onto his back. He sensed this and fired several
punches at me, which again caught me on the jaw and face, but didn't stop my
attack. I let myself land on him hard again knocking the wind from him, and
then fired several punches of my own at him. I landed a hard punch to his jaw,
that snapped his head to the side, and took alot of the fight out of him.

I was basically sitting on his chest now, and his arms were flailing around as
he tried to protect himself. I moved up higher on him, and got him in a
perfect shoolboy, or in my, case girl pin. I began to overpower John like I
knew I could do, and my advantage in strength wore him down quickly. His arms
were now pinned to the floor, and he looked up at me terrified. John was
bleeding slightly from the nose, and his face looked a little beat up, but the
most noticable feature was how scared he looked. I decided, that though he was
almost beaten, my job was not quite complete. I used my right hand to slap him
hard across the face, and did this several times, until his eyes watered, and
he was begging me to stop.

I got up off him and took off all my clothes. I stood over him with my tight,
muscular body as a sign of complete dominance and to show him how strong I
really was. I reached down and yanked him up. I pushed him up hard against the
wall, and punched hard again in the stomach. I then grabbed him by the head
and yanked his head up, and slapped him as hard as I could across his face.

"Look at me John. I want you to look at me and see what your wife did to you.
I could have beaten you much worse than this sweety, you're really no match
for me. I'm much stronger than you now, but, more importantly, I'm just the
tougher person. I can dominate you whenever I want to, and there's nothing you
can do to stop me," I explained to him. I held him up against the wall, with
my forearm pinning his throat and forcing him to look at me right in the eye.
I then smiled at him and kissed him hard on the mouth, and first he tried to
move, but I increased pressure on his throat, and he began returnng my kisses.

I then ripped off his shirt and while still pinned against the wall, I hauled
off and whacked him with a solid punch which landed perfectly on his jaw, and
knocked him to the ground. He fell to the floor, and I moved over him and
pulled off his shorts leaving him naked lying on the floor. I then moved over
and smiled at him. It was the most unbelievable, most empowering feeling that
I ever felt. We were both naked now, and my defeated opponent was lying at my
feet at my mercy. I had defeated him in every way, and he just lied there now
on his back, unsure what to do or say. I lowered myself onto him, and grabbed
his wrists pinning them above his head. He didn't struggle at first, but then
tried to get away, but I was to strong, and simply pressed his wrists to the
floor until he realized his struggles were in vain. I then positioned my legs
around his in a perfect grapevine, immobolizing his legs, and leaving him
helpless.

John realized that I was going to rape him, and he tried with all his might to
break free, but I held him firmly in place and eventually he stopped moving. I
had no idea how excited I could get beating him like this, but I had never
felt so wet and turned on. I ground myself into him, and then lowered myself
onto his erect prick, and I consumed him. I pushed down as deep as possible,
allowing his dick to penetrate as deep as it could. I squeezed his wrists
tightly, more to let him know I had them, and used my legs to spread his legs
apart even further in an uncomfortable position. I held him here and kissed
him hard on the mouth, hard enough to make the kiss almost painful. Then I
raped him.

When I was finished pleasuring myself with his cock, I used my vagina to
squeeze him limp dick, hard enough that he grimaced in pain, and then I let
him go. I moved up and sat down on his chest and enraged he tried to buck me
off him.

"You haven't learned your lesson yet pussy. I own you hun, you're mine. Might
makes right, isn't that what guys think? I can kick your ass more if you
haven't figured this out yet, it's up to you," I said, and drove a right hand
into his face. Blood came from his mouth, and John, although he tried to hold
it back, started to cry.

"Please Jen, no more. I give up, please stop," he whimpered.

"I will stop John, as soon as you stop fighting back. You need to give into me
completely hun, not only with words but with your actions. Don't resist, and I
won't hurt you, do you understand that?" I asked him, moving myself over his
face.

"Yes, I understand," he stated.

"Good, now I want you to admit defeat, and tell me who is the physically
dominant person in this marriage," I ordered.

"You win, you're to strong for me. I always knew you were the dominant one, I
just didn't want to admit it. I have always been intimidated by you Jen,
because of how strong and tough you are. I have always known that if you and I
ever really got in a fight you would win, and I have always tried to avoid
that. Now you've proven what we both already knew and I can accept that you're
superior to me" he said softly, "now please let me go."

"I will hun, in a little while. Just do what I ask of you, now lick me," I
ordered, and lowered my pussy onto his face. John would never lick me after
sex, the thought disgusted him because he hated the thought of tasting his own
sperm and fluids, he had no choice now. I rubbed my vagina into mouth and
face, feeling his sperm flowing out of me, and smiling as I knew he was
licking and eating it. I made him please me several times, and then I moved up
more and lowered my tight ass onto his face. John never licked my ass hole,
that really made him sick, but not now. I sat on his face hard and felt his
tounge darting in and out of my ass, and it felt awesome. I reached down and
masturbated as he did this, and I exploded in orgasm which poured out into his
hair. After a couple more orgasms, I decided to let John go, and I stood up. I
reached down and put out my hand and John took it and I lifted him up. We
stood facing each other, and I held out my hand with non-verball commands
demanded a handshake. He reached out his right hand and I grasped it firmly
and we shook hands. I couldn't imagine what was going through his head as he
stood there, naked and beaten, with blood oozing from his face, and my juices
all over his face and hair. He had a confused look on his face, and couldn't
keep eye contact which I understood. He had just been beaten, raped, and
humiliated by his wife, who was standing before him naked, and whose body was
harder and stronger than his could ever be. John released his grip, grab his
clothes, and walked away.

I didn't say anything to him as he walked away, there's was not much else to
say. I walked out of the room and took a shower, still so excited from what I
had done that I masturbated in the shower as I rubbed my muscles and felt my
strength. When I got out of the shower, John was in the bathroom, washing his
face clean of various liquids. I walked over to him and hugged him, and felt
his body quiver when I held him, almost afraid that he might get beat up
again.

"John, I know you're confused and upset right now. That was a hard pill for
you to swallow, but it's over now. There's no need for us to go through that
again now that we both know our places. You know your role now right hun?" I
asked, while hugging him tighter.

"Yeah, I know my role Jen," he answered, his voice shaking.

"Good, because I enjoy role playing sweety. Now clean yourself up and meet me
in the bedroom, I want you to do some things for me. I'm going to enjoy
roleplaying with you, and hun if you ever forget your role, just ask, I'll
remind you," I said, smiling at him, and I walked away, knowing my role.