Titanic
By Connor McCloud


Alexandria had always been a athletic girl, but not what you would consider a
star athlete or anything. We had always had a pretty physical relationship,
and she was certainly someone that you could play around with and get rough
sometimes. We never really tested each other in a competitive way, because it
really never came up, and was simply not an issue. Alex and I both worked out
and tried to stay in decent shape, I usually did more weigh work like guys do,
and she always did lighter weight work and more cardio. This began to change
as workout programs changed and woman began lifting heavier weights and began
putting more emphasis on lifting to get strong and burn more fat. I began
noticing a difference in Al's figure and the size and shape of her arms and
legs. Her body was becoming tighter and harder from head to toe. Her legs
which were always muscular, were now even stronger looking, but the greatest
difference was in her arms and shoulders, which up to this point were rarely
trained. Alex now had wide and strong shoulders and her arms were becoming
thicker and more powerful looking. I commented on her new look and she was
happy to get complimented for her hard work at the gym, but that was as far as
it went, until one rainy Friday night.

Alex and I were watching TV and flipping through all kinds of movies and
sports and sitting closely holding hands. We were talking about what to watch,
and playfully grabbing the controller from each other, when she pulled it away
from me with some force and turned the channel. I tried to grab it away, but
she reached out and grabbed my arm and forced it down without much effort. I
reached around with my left arm and Alex dropped the controller next to her,
grabbed my other arm, and quickly pinned both to the couch. We looked at each
other, but this was not our ordinary playful stare, it was different than
before. This look was one of challenge. Alex held my arms strongly and firmly
and was challenging me to pull them away. In that few moments of looking into
each others eyes, we were changing underlying rules and beliefs of our
relationship. I pulled hard and eventually was able to pull my arms away, but
it was not easy. We continued to look at each other, and it was almost as if
without saying anything, we were communicating. Then Alex spoke.

"Looks like I'm stronger than you thought Jeff! I have working out so hard for
so long I think that you and I are basically equals strength wise. Let me ask
you something honey, are you up for a challenge?"

"What are you talking about Al?" I asked.

"Well, here's my point. I'm not sure where this is going, or why I was
thinking about this, but listen for a minute. I have always assumed that
because you or guys in general were stronger than me because you were guys! I
am sure pound for pound that I am stronger than you are, but it goes further
than that. Strength is made up of so many intangibles, it's not just physical
power, it's also mental and emotional. So in the past I think you were
stronger than I was physically, but now I don't think we are that far apart,
and I have always known that I'm the stronger person emotionally and mentally.
So, I have been thinking about finding out who is stronger or more dominant or
whatever you want to call it, but I don't want to if you are against it or
couldn't handle the outcome." Alex stated.

"I think a lot of your thoughts could be argued, but I'm following you for the
most part. So where are you going with this?" I asked curious about her
intentions.

"So I have thinking about how to find this out. I have come up with many
ideas. First I thought that we should compete in a series of events, like
running, swimming and things like that. I decided against that because I
realized it didn't matter who was the faster runner, that wasn't physical
enough, although I'll race you any time! The contest had to be one on one and
combine all the aspects of strength and toughness. I actually thought about
boxing with you, I really did, but it seemed almost to much, and I didn't
think it was an good measure of physical strength, but more boxing skill."
Alex said like she had been giving this a great deal of thought. I was caught
way off guard by this and was really confused by this turn of events, but
actually really intrigued by her thoughts. I just sat there and continued
listening.

"So, with all that being said, I came up with several ideas. I wanted to test
my physical strength against yours, again if you are ok with this, because I
don't want to ruin our relationship. So I though we might arm wrestle or stuff
like that, but arm wrestling only measured arm strength really, and that
wasn't good enough. So I came up with wrestling. Wrestling measures
everything! I can't think of any sport that tests every body part like
wrestling would. That's the ultimate one on one confrontation, you can't blame
anyone else for losing. The only way to win is to make the other submit, so
there's no denying who the winner is. So Jeff that's my challenge to you. Are
you up for it, or should I just forget it?" Alex asked politely.

"I'll wrestle with you Al, that's no big deal. Why are you making a big deal
out of it?" I asked her.

"It's not a big deal to me because I know that I will win Jeff. The only
concern I had was your ego when your wife beats you. Most guys don't like to
lose to girls at anything, never mind losing to your wife wrestling! Are you
sure you aren't going to let losing bother you? I intend on trying as hard as
I can, and I expect you to do the same. I don't mind hurting you to win, so
I'll do what I have to in order to make you submit. And when we are done, and
I have beaten you, nothing has to change, just the fact that I have proven my
dominance over you?"

"What? Your dominance?"

"That's what it comes down to right? When we are done, the physically dominant
person will have won, there's no questioning that right? I can accept that,
but can you?" Alex asked in a very concerned way. Alex was dead serious about
this, and although it came out of no where, it was exciting in some way. There
was no denying what she said, the winner would be the dominant one in the
relationship. Maybe Alex wanted me to beat her for some reason, but it didn't
seem that way. The look on her face was not kidding, she wanted this to
happen. I really didn't have time to think of the consequences of doing this
because she wanted to do this now. Physically, I was bigger than my wife by
about 5 inches and I weighed at least 30 pounds more than her if not 40
pounds. My size advantage should be enough to win, plus I knew that I was
stronger than her, although she was definitely a lot stronger than ever
before. I decided to agree to do this, maybe to prove to myself that I was
still the dominant one.

Alex and I decided on some basic rules, like no punching or biting and stuff
like that, and it was decided that the only way to win is by submission,
because every else could be argued. We also decided that one win was not
enough, luck might come into play if you wrestled once. It was decided to do
the best three out of five falls, we also decided that two out of three might
not be enough. Alex wore only her underwear and a bra, and I just wore shorts.
We cleared out furniture to give us a big area and we were ready to go. We
were both obviously nervous, although I didn't know why I was because I should
be confident. I think it was seeing the muscularity of my wife that gave me
some doubt, she was certainly to push over. We had played around this way
countless times, but never this serious. We also both knew some basic
wrestling concepts and holds. Finally it was time to start.

We assumed a college type position, with me down on all fours and her on one
knee, and then it started. Alex grabbed my arm and tried to pull it from under
me, but lost her grip and failed. I moved around quickly and she was unable to
keep her hold, and we now were facing each other on our knees. We moved
towards each other, and I noticed that we were not that much different in size
in this position. Her arms were not that much smaller than mine, and her
shoulders were wide and developed. I felt more nervous as we moved towards
each other, standing I was bigger, but like this, we were almost equal. I
tried grabbing her arms but she pulled them away and was able to grab my arm
and move to my left quickly. Alex tried to pull my arm behind my back, but
lost balance and failed. I began to feel how strong she was as we wrestled
around, I knew suddenly that I had a real fight ahead of me. Alex grabbed my
head and pulled it into her, and doing this wrapped her arm around my neck. I
was down on all fours now, and Alex was kneeling in front of me with her arm
wrapped now tightly around my neck. She pulled me towards her, and I had to
move because of the pressure, and my head was now by her right side and she
continued to squeeze tighter. Alex then rolled to her left, and while doing
so, wrapped her legs around my stomach. We were now on our sides, and Alex had
me in a painful hold. She squeezed with her legs and arm with great force, and
after a few minutes, my will to fight stopped. My right arm was trapped and my
left couldn't do anything to help me. I knew I was beaten, and although it
killed me to submit, I had no choice. Alex released her painful hold quickly
when she heard me submit, and let me go. This first win was huge for her, and
you could see the confidence in her face. On the other hand, Alex saw the
confusion and hurt on my face. I had not thought about losing to her and the
realization of losing was tough to handle. We didn't say anything to each
other, Alex simply got into her position and was ready for the second fall.

Alex was now all fours and I moved in and took my position. I felt bad that I
lost, but knew that I could win and tried to focus on winning the next fall. I
grabbed her arm and put my other arm around her waist and we started. I was
able to keep her in place for a few moments and then used my body weight to
crash her heavily to the carpet. I wrenched her arm behind her back and put
some real pressure on, and moments later she gave up.

It was even now, one fall each, and I found new confidence in my victory. Al
smiled when she got up and simply motioned me to get into the position. I was
a little weary from the first two falls and was hoping that Alex was also, but
she didn't appear to be. She seemed to be into this confrontation and gaining
energy as we wrestled.

The third match started with me on the bottom, and it never really improved
from there. Alex immediately coiled herself around my body from head to toe
and began squeezing and twisting. I never realized that she could be this
strong. Her legs, which I knew were strong, but were without a doubt stronger
than mine, were wrapped around my legs, leaving my legs useless. Her arms were
snaked around mine which were pinned behind my back. Eventually Alex let one
arm loose, but before I could do anything, she wrapped her free arm tightly
around my neck. She didn't squeeze that hard, mostly because she didn't have
to, Alex simply held me there until I gave up. It was the most vulnerable I
have ever felt. Alex physically over powered me and dominated me to such an
extent that neither one of us could believe it. She let me free, which was
like a snake unraveling from its prey, and stretched. I slowly moved and tried
to stretch myself, her hold had really taken its toll on me. Al now was
winning 2 to 1, but it didn't seem that close, like a football game that ends
45-38, with the other team scoring late in the game. I needed to win the next
two, which I didn't think I could do and my lack of confidence was a real
problem. Alex had made her point, but this next match would be the finale. The
match took on a more serious tone now, Alex wanted to win, and I couldn't let
her beat me. I knew that being physically beaten by a woman would be extremely
hard for me to stomach, it went against every social and gender guideline that
I ever knew.

We assumed the position for the fourth time, Alex on the bottom this time. The
match started out in my favor and I initially was able to push Alex to the
floor, pinning her down, but with no real support or proper angle. I tried to
wrap my arms under her, in a bear hug position, but I was unable to get my
arms under her. I then attempted to wrap my right arm around her neck, but
while trying this, she rocked her body and sent me sprawling. Alex quickly got
up and lunged at me, catching me in a side headlock, which she quickly clamped
down with serious force. She forced me down to my side, and spread her legs
for balance, and applying even greater force. I frantically tried to break her
grip, and eventually was able to break her hold. I was able to move away for a
moment, but Alex was not going to give me time to rest, and slammed into me
knocking me on my back. She moved on top of me, sitting on my stomach and
chest area, and I struggled to get her off me by trying to shove her. Alex
very calmly was able to grab one wrist and then the other and held my arms for
a moment, before pinning them above my head. I was in the classic pin position
and being pinned their by my wife. This was what it had come to. Alex was in
the dominant position and was challenging me to break free. I tried several
times to push my arms up and knock her off me, but she was to strong, and
eventually I stopped struggling. We stayed in that position for several
minutes, mostly because I couldn't move, and she was enjoying pinning me like
this.

"So Jeff, I think it's up to you now. You can give up and I win, or I'll just
beat you again. I know it's hard for you to lose to me and now realize that
your wife can beat you up, but don't worry I won't let this effect our
marriage. I just wanted you to know. So from now on, don't pull than macho
bullshit with me because I am the dominant one in this marriage not you" Alex
said quietly, but convincingly. I thought it over, but it was hard to take
this all in. I simply couldn't believe I was being beaten so easily, and knew
I had to try to win.

"I'm not just going to give up Al. You can hold me here, but I'm not giving
up, you have to make me submit to win." I said sternly. Alex smiled at me and
slowly got off me after rubbing her vagina in my face and laughing. Alex got
on her knees and held out her hands to play mercy with me. I knew I could win
this, we had done it dozens of times. I moved in and without saying anything
we started. We stayed a few feet apart and slowly increased the pressure, and
to my dismay, Alex began to overpower me and I began to give. Moments later
she had my wrists bent back and moved over me looking down at me. The pain
became to great and softly I said mercy.

"You really want to keep going Jeff?" she asked, getting into the position to
start. I nodded yes and moved towards her, broken and humiliated. I grabbed
her tightly around the midsection and we started. I dropped all my weight on
her, but she rolled to the side and I landed on her side. Alex wrapped her
legs around my midsection and immediately applied pressure. She pulled me body
into hers and turned me slightly so I was lying on my stomach and her legs
were wrapped around my stomach, with my head trapped in a front headlock. We
struggled for several minutes and Alex pushed my head between her legs and
grabbed both my wrists. My head was now trapped between her legs right in her
crotch and Alex held both on my wrists tightly. Alex leaned back and applied
incredible pressure, so much that I almost blacked out twice. I wanted to give
up, but couldn't get the words out and Alex tortured for several minutes
before everything went hazy, and then went blank.

I don't know how long I was out for, but when I woke up, Alex was sitting
behind me on the couch with her legs wrapped tightly around my stomach, and
her arm wrapped tightly around my neck. She was using any pressure, just
holding me here, helpless and confused.

"Well, you put up quite a fight Jeff, and I eventually realized you couldn't
speak to give up! You passed out, right there in my arms. So, it looks like we
have both learned something new tonight, and I hope you never forget it. I
could have really hurt you, but I only wanted to teach you a lesson, which I
think you have learned. So, here's the deal honey. At night when we are
watching TV, you will ask me what I want to watch, turn it on, and then sit
with me so we can spend time together. I might ask you to pleasure me while I
watch TV, which you will do when asked, and then sit with me again. Are there
any questions?" Alex asked softly in my ear.

Confused and humiliated, I really couldn't argue and simply said I understood.
Alex handed me the controller and told me that Titanic was on at nine and
thought it would be nice to watch it with me. I spent the next three hours
watching Titanic with Alex wrapped around me like a snake, occasionally
crushing and torturing me with her strength. I really spent the three hours
contemplating what had happened and wondering if it was possible to change it,
but I didn't think there was.