Ashley Massaro shows me who is boss.

Ashley Massaro is another one of the beautiful wrestling Divas that can be found on the sexywrestlingbabes.net website. My thanks to the owner of the site for allowing me to use her picture for this story.

Ashley Massaro and I have been going out for five months now. She is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life. 5 foot 5 inches and 112 pounds of the most stunning creature on God's green earth. A mane of swirling blond hair that hangs just below her creamy shoulders. Light grey eyes that sparkle like diamonds, and a beautiful smile that would melt your heart. And her skin. The smoothest, creamiest skin I have ever touched. It looks like a sheet of warm, flesh colored ice. Completely silky and unblemished.

By the way, my name is Sol. King Solomon to wrestling fans everywhere. I'm 6 foot 5 inches and 420 pounds of the meanest, baddest, cold hearted son of a bitch you will ever meet. I thoroughly destroy anyone I meet in the ring. They have to be carried out on a stretcher when I'm through with them. No one, and I mean no one, can stand up to me. The punishment I deal out is so brutal, they are begging me to let them out in one piece. And I love it.

I've annihilated every man they have pitted me against. And they all were humiliated and beaten until they begged. No one escapes my wrath. The second they step in that ring with me, their wrestling careers are over. The only emotion I leave them with, is fear. No one wants to face me again, and it's getting very hard for me to find a match. I'm undefeated in 49 bouts, and would love to make it fifty straight. But so far, no takers.

That's why it's so hard for me to come to terms with what happened. I never dreamed in a million years, that Ashley could take me, even though she is a wrestler herself. But she not only beat me, she did it easily. She handled me like a small child, and made me look like a complete fool. I was crying, begging, and totally humiliated when she was finished with me. When Ashley was through proving she was the boss in our relationship, I was just a shell of the man I used to be.

Every man in the world feared getting in the ring with me, because of my ruthless reputation. But this 5 foot 5 inch 112 pound beautiful woman, put me in my place. By the time Ashley was finished teaching me a lesson, I was obeying every command she gave me. It didn't matter how humiliating or degrading the order was, I was to afraid to disobey. She was my Master, and I was her frightened slave. This is the story of why Ashley rules my life.

We were enjoying a quiet evening at home. Both of us were relaxed and comfortable on the sofa. Me in my boxer shorts and barefoot, and Ashley in a pink baby doll negligee, that showed off her perfectly curved body and creamy smooth skin. Pink frilly socks were on her pretty feet. I was sitting on the end of the sofa, and she was lying down with her head resting in my lap. Because of our busy schedules, we hadn't had sex in a week. The more I looked at that gorgeous female body, the hornier I got. It was impossible to keep my hands off of her.

I began to rub her soft breasts, and she slapped my hand away. "Not tonight Sol." She said. "I'm not in the mood. Lets just relax and spend the evening lying around and doing nothing." "Come on babe." I pleaded. "It's been a week since I've fondled those perfect tits, and sank my meat in that luscious hole of yours. I need you tonight." "Well that was certainly romantic." She replied. "I just don't feel like it tonight Sol. Wait until tomorrow and see how I feel then." "And if you still don't feel like it, I'll have to do without.?" I asked sarcastically."

"Don't use that tone of voice with me buster. I said no and I mean no. Now drop it please." Now that pissed me off. "Well excuse me for wanting to fuck the woman I love. I didn't realise I needed to make an appointment to have sex." That pissed her off. She sat up and looked at me with anger in her sparkling grey eyes. "You better change your tone little man, or I'll adjust that attitude of yours." I couldn't believe she was threatening me. I'm more then three times her size, and the most feared man in the world.

I laughed so hard, tears came to my eyes. "You've got to be kidding. I'm way to big and much to strong for you to handle. You wouldn't stand a chance if we were to wrestle. I'm not one of those puny Divas you're used to wrestling with. Hell, men are afraid of me. I could rip you apart in less then five minutes. Now quit talking crazy and spread those long legs of yours." "I can see I'm going to have to teach you a lesson. You'll change your tune when you're crawling at my feet and crying like a baby. So get up and I'll prove to you, you're nothing but a big pussy."

Now I really didn't want to hurt Ashley, I wanted to fuck her. But no one challenges me like that without paying for it with pain. So I figured I would show her she was out of her mind, and fuck her after she was through apologizing. "OK little girl, you asked for it. Just remember, you brought this on yourself. So don't try and put the blame on me when you're lying in the floor feeling pain. I tried to talk you out of this nonsense, but you wouldn't listen."

"One of us will be lying in the floor little man, but it won't be me. You're about to experience more pain then you've ever felt in your life. That will be followed by a lot of crying, while you're begging me to show you mercy. So shut that big mouth of yours, and lets get started with your training. After tonight, you'll belong to me body and soul. You'll need my permission to do everything but breathe. Men may fear you, but YOU will be completely afraid of ME when I'm finished showing you your place."

That was the last straw. I already had let her get away with more trash talk then I ever would a man. It was time to put an end to her stupid shit. I reached out to grab her and drag her to the floor. The next thing I knew, I was flying over her hip and landing on my back in the floor. "SLAM!" She had control of my right arm, and twisted it until I screamed from the pain. "AARRGGGHHHHHHHH!" Ashley planted her right foot across my throat to quiet me some, and twisted my arm some more. "AARRGGGHHHHHHHH!" I screamed again.

"What's the matter pansy ass, does that hurt?" She asked smiling. "Let go of me you bitch." I said through gritted teeth. "Wrong answer little man." She twisted my arm again. "AARRGGGHHHHHHHH!" "You'll learn to answer my questions correctly and without hesitation, before the night is over." Still controlling my arm, she grabbed me by the hair and hauled me to my feet. Using my arm and hair to get me started, she spun me in circles until I lost my balance and landed back in the floor on my face and stomach. "SLAM!" I heard her laughing.

Ashley knelt down on her left knee, and stretched my arm over her upraised right. My elbow was resting just above her knee, and was still twisted half way around. She pushed down on my wrist, and excruciating pain shot through my arm. "AARRGGGHHHHHHHH!" I began beating the floor with my left hand, and kicking my legs while I screamed. "AARRGGGHHHHHHHHH!" "I could snap your arm if I wanted to wimp, but I'm having to much fun torturing you." "AARRGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

She quickly tired of that hold, and moved on to the next. Ashley maneuvered my arm until it lie across my back in a hammer lock. She straddled my back and pinned my left arm to the floor with her left knee. Using her thighs to hold my right arm in place, she cupped my chin with her left hand and pulled my head up and back. She removed the pink frilly sock from her right foot, and started rubbing it in my face. I was totally pinned and helpless, and unable to stop her from humiliating me. I heard her laughing again.

"Does my sock smell good you pathetic weakling? I've worn it for about three hours, so I'll bet the odor of my foot is all over it. But since I'm stronger then you and you're to weak to stop me, I can humiliate you all I want." It sounded funny at the time, her saying she was stronger then me. My arms are rippled with muscle, and over four times the size of hers. But she had me securely pinned and under her control, and was making me look like a fool.

She finally got tired of that game, and pitched the sock away. She raised her left knee to free my left arm, and bent it up my back in a hammerlock too. My two arms were pinned to my back by her thighs, which left her hands free to torture and humiliate me further. Ashley took hold of my hair, and rubbed my face back and forth on the carpet. "How does the carpet taste sissy boy? Does it smell better then my sock?" She degraded me like that for at least five minutes. Then decided to change holds.

She removed the sock from her left foot so her feet wouldn't slide on the carpet. Ashley slipped her small arms under my much larger ones, and clasped her hands behind my neck. With me held securely in her full nelson, she was ready to torture me some more. She scooted back until she was sitting just above my butt, and placed her feet out to the sides for leverage. Then she spoke to me. "This is really going to hurt pansy ass, so get ready to scream for me." She lifted my upper body off of the floor, and leaned back as far as she could.

My back felt as if it was ready to snap. "AARRGGGHHHHHHHHHH!" I screamed from the terrible pain she was inflicting on me. My back was near the breaking point, my chin was forced down to my chest which caused a lot of pain to my neck, and my arms were turning numb because of her full nelson hold. "I told you this hold would really hurt. It doesn't bother me of course, because I have a comfortable seat. But I know the pain must be awful for you." "AARRGGGHHHHHHHH!"

When Ashley released me, I flopped to the floor and whimpered. My whole upper body felt like it had been in a train wreck. The only thing that didn't hurt me, was my legs. But she was about to remedy that with her next painful hold. I tried to stop her from doing what she wanted to me, but my numb arms wouldn't do what I told them to. She laughed at my feeble attempt to stop her, as she wrapped my legs up in a figure four leg lock. Smiling, she leaned back on her hands and mind numbing pain shot through my legs.

I tried my best to grab her feet and free my legs, but she applied power to her hold and made me scream again. "AARRGGGHHHHHHHHH!" "You sure do an awful lot of screaming, for someone that could rip me apart in less then five minutes. Is it beginning to sink in, that I'm to much woman for you to handle. You're going to be so afraid of me, that you'll piss your pants every time I raise my voice. When I snap my fingers, you'll drop to your knees and await your orders. I'll own you when I'm done with your training. Your only thought, will be to please me.

I was close to tears when she turned me loose. My body hurt all over. I wrestled three men at once one time, and didn't suffer through this much pain before I destroyed them. My 420 pounds of solid male muscle lie in the floor, unsure I could get up. While a 112 pound gorgeous female, stood over me and laughed. That laughter enraged me clear to the bone. I was an undefeated Champion of 49 wrestling bouts. Every man on the planet feared me. It was time Ashley did too.

I shook my arms and rubbed my legs to get the feeling to return to them. Ashley stood over me with her hands on her hips and her feet slightly spread. "Get up wimp. Your training is not close to being completed." That confident look on her beautiful face, irritated me to death. I was determined to wipe it off, and replace it with an expression of pain. I got to my feet and faced her with hatred in my heart. All thoughts of fucking her left my mind. I wanted to hurt her bad.

With all my body parts seemingly working fine, I charged her like a stampeding buffalo. I cranked up a right, and quickly sent it toward that irritating smile. I wanted to crush that beautiful face, and put her in the floor where she belonged. She swayed her upper body back, and my thunderous punch sailed harmlessly past her face. I followed that up with a murderous left that would have ripped her head from her shoulders, but she easily dodged that one too.

"You're making a big mistake little man. I was the female boxing Champion in College, and went undefeated for four years. So stick to wrestling, or I'll be fo rced to beat you senseless with my fists." "Fuck you Ashley!" I responded. "I don't care how many women you beat up, you're fucking with a man now. And I'm going to show you how bad you fucked up by doing that. It's your turn to start screaming."

"Actually, most of the fights I had were with men. They all ended up sleeping like a baby at my feet. And if you try to hit me again, that's where you'll end up too. So think it over wimp, before I beat you to a pulp, and show you how weak you really are." "God, I'm sick of hearing that fucking mouth of yours. I'm going to shove my fist down your fucking throat, so I don't have to listen to it any longer. You mouthy bitch."

I went at her, swinging with everything I had. There was no way she could dodge everyone of my punches, and all I had to do was land one. Then she would be vulnerable, and at my mercy. And I sure as hell wasn't going to show her any. If our relationship was over, then it was over. I didn't care anymore. This bitch had to be put in her place. And that place was on her knees in front of me, begging for her life. I owed her that, for the humiliation she had put me through so far. It was pay back time, in spades.

Looking back on it now, I still don't know how she did it. She not only managed to avoid all of my lightening fast punches, she was able to easily land her own. And they hurt like hell. Her bare feet seemed to glide over the carpet, as she evaded punch after punch. When an opening occurred, she smiled and struck back. SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..three left jabs ripp ed into my face, followed by a straight right that sent me staggering back.

When I recovered from the surprise, I attacked her again. My large male fists would have broken her bones if they landed, but she danced around them all. SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..her accurate punches took me apart. My nose was broken, my eyes were swelling, and my lips were split and dripping blood. "I warned you little man. You should have listened. But like all the other males I fought, they didn't believe a girl could beat them at a mans game. They realised their error, when I was holding up their battered bodies to deliver the knock out punch. None of them asked for a rematch."

SMACK..SMACK..THUD..THUD..THUD..THUD..SMACK..Ashley knocked me around the room like I was a wimpy little bitch. Her soft feminine fists felt like battering rams, spearing into my face and body. I was completely helpless against her assault. Her mane of blond hair flowed around her creamy shoulders, as she beat me to a pulp. The flimsy pink negligee was nothing but a blur. My face swelled up quickly, and my muscular body sagged, from the beating those lethal fists were putting on me. Ashley was relentless.

"SMACK!" I collapsed at her feet, barely conscious. She picked me up and was holding me steady to knock me out, when the phone rang. I dropped to my hands and knees when she released me and went to answer the phone. I shook my head vigorously, to clear the cob webs and regain my senses. How stupid could the bitch be. I thought to myself. Did she think we would take tim e out so she could answer the phone. This was my chance to end this battle and be victorious.

Ashley stood at the end of the sofa, with the phone in her left hand and her right perched on her hip. While she concentrated on the conversation, it would be a piece of cake to smack her on the side of the head and put her down. I gathered my feet under me, and headed in her direction. This fight was about to be over, with me as the winner. After I had her under control, I was going to beat some sense into her pretty head. I was in charge around here, and I always would be. She would mind me or else.

I stepped up to her right side, and she continued talking like I wasn't even there. Well, I was about to change that. I threw a well aimed right at the side of her head, and out of no where her right arm came up and blocked it. She hadn't looked in my direction, or even stopped talking. She just blocked it and placed her hand back on her hip. It really pissed me off to be ignored like I wasn't any kind of a threat. I started throwing bombs to show her I was.

Block..block..block..block..block..block..every one of my hard thrown punches was batted down like they were pesky insects. And she didn't turn her head to do it. Then she placed her hand back on her hip, and carried on with her conversation. She made me look like an incompetent fool, that could be ignored and easily handled at the same time. My 420 pound muscular body filled with rage, and I set out to prove her wrong. This time, she punched back.

I repeatedly fired missiles of destruction to beat her to the floor. Block..block..block..block..SMACK.. SMACK..her right landed on the left side of my jaw, and her back fist caught me on the right. Now she was not only ignoring me, but beating me up with one hand while she held the phone in the other. I went totally crazy and started winging punches as fast as I could. But it was useless. Block..block..SMACK..block.. block..block..SMACK..SMACK..block..SMACK..SMACK.

Ashley handled me easily, as she talked, blocked my attempts, and smacked me around while completely ignoring my existence. Block..block..block..SMACK.. block..SMACK..SMACK..block..block..SMACK..SMACK.. block..block..block..SMACK..SMACK..block..SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..SMACK. My eyes rolled back in my head from the four punch combination, and I slumped to my knees beside her. "SMACK!" I dropped at her feet out cold, with my swollen lips resting on her silky skinned bare foot. She continued talking.

About twenty minutes later, I woke up. I smelled her foot under my nose, and quickly rolled away from it. Ashley was still chatting away and ignoring me. I jumped to my feet and resumed my attempts to beat her down. I might as well have stayed in the floor. Block..block..SMACK..block..block..block.. SMACK..SMACK..block..SMACK..block..block..SMACK.. SMACK..block..SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..SMACK. The five punches put me back in the floor, sleeping like a baby. Ashley kept talking.

When I woke up this time, she had me pinned to the floor. Ashley was on her knees facing the sofa, and I was lying on my stomach behind her. My arms were on my back in a double hammerlock, and easily held there by her left foot. My face was resting on the sole of her right foot, and forced to stay there by her right hand. She would roll my head from side to side, mashing my face on her sole. Then to change my humiliation, she would lift my head up by my hair, and rub her foot in my face. She done all of this with her back to me, and still talking on the phone. She thoroughly degraded me, and proved I really wasn't a threat to worry about. I whimpered continuously, because of the shame I felt.

She kept me pinned and humiliated me like that for ten minutes. Then she got a good grip on my head, wrenched my arms up high on my back with her foot, and firmly pushed my face down on her sole. My mouth and nose was completely covered by her silky, smooth sole, and it became very hard to breathe. A few minutes later, I passed out. Ashley put me to sleep like I was no trouble at all, and only used her feet and one hand to do it. And the worse part was, she did it while not even giving me her attention. She just kept talking on the phone like I wasn't even there.

When I came to, Ashley was sitting on the sofa waiting for me. "It's about time you woke up sleepy head. I haven't finished showing you I'm the boss in this house. Now get your ass up, so I can continue your training." Any smart ass remark would have sounded stupid after being smothered to sleep by her bare foot, so I kept my mouth shut. I climbed to my feet and faced her, but I wasn't nearly as confident as I wa s when we started. Fear was beginning to set in.

"Good boy. Now put up those pitiful male fists of yours, so I won't feel like I'm beating a defenseless wimp. They won't help you of course, but I want you to feel like you were given every chance to win. Then when you're crawling at my feet crying and begging, you can't say I beat you unfairly." I raised my fists, but I was starting to doubt my chances of winning this battle of the sexes. Ashley had easily handled me so far, and I didn't believe the trend would change. She was simply better then me.

"OK little man, lets finish this. When I put you to sleep this time, your body will be aching all over, and your face will be a battered, swollen mess. And I guarantee you will be pleading with me to end your suffering. Now lets dance." I started chucking sledge hammer punches at her as fast as I could. But her graceful feminine body avoided them all. When my punch count slowed, I saw her smile and knew I was in deep trouble. She began beating me senseless.

SMACK..SMACK..THUD..THUD..SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..my eyes were starting to close up, and it was getting very hard to breathe through my mangled, broken nose. THUD..THUD..SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..her body shots were ripping me up, and turning my solid muscles to mush. And the hard punches landing in my face, were cutting me to pieces. SMACK..SMACK..THUD..THUD..SMACK..my mighty arms fell to my sides, and my legs buckled from her precise punches hitting their targets.

SMACK.. "You really are a pussy Sol." SMACK.."I don't see how you beat all those men." SMACK.. "They must have been pitiful little wimps that didn't know how to fight, to lose to you." SMACK.. "Because all I see in front of me is a big sissy." SMACK.. "I think you should change your name to Queen Solomon." SMACK.. "And wear a dress in the ring." SMACK.. "Don't you agree pansy ass?" SMACK..SMACK.

"Start begging when you can't take anymore little man." SMACK.. "I might let up on you if you do." SMACK.. "Get on your hands and knees and crawl at my feet like a dog." SMACK.. "Kiss and lick my toes like a dog that wants attention." SMACK.. "You should be used to my feet, after spending so much time with your face pressed on my sole." SMACK.. "You can't beat me sissy boy." SMACK.. "I'm to good, and fast, and strong for you." SMACK.. "So give up and beg before I really hurt you." SMACK..SMACK..SMACK..THUD..THUD..SMACK.

I was completely defenseless and totally helpless against her powerful female fists. My eyes couldn't focus, and I was barely standing on noodle like legs. When she grabbed me by the hair to hold me steady, I didn't even realise it. "SMMMACK!" My large body turned in a complete circle, and I plunged to the floor sound asleep. Ashley strolled up to stand by my battered head, and kicked me awake.

"Get up you pathetic little bitch, I'm not done with you yet." When I didn't move, she grabbed my hair and arm and yanked me to my feet. That's when I gave up. My will snapped, my spirit was broken, my courage deserted me, and my heart shriveled up like a prune. I began bawling like a baby, scared to death of the blond female warrior threatening to beat me some more. She had won. I threw up my hands and begged her to stop.

"Pl.please...Ashley...st.stop...beating...me. I...give...up...I...give...up. You...w.win. I'm... b.begging...You...pl.please...st.st.stop." "Get down on your knees and beg wimp." I dropped to my knees and looked up at her beautiful, glowing face. "I... g.give...up...Ashley. Pl.please...st.stop. You... win...you...win. I...can't...t.take...anymore. I... g.give...up...Ashley. Pl.please...I...give...up."

"Show me I don't need to train you any longer. Lie at my feet and kiss them like they were my lips. Do a good job, and I'll consider stopping your massacre. Piss me off, and you'll wish you were dead." "IS THAT CLEAR?" I quickly nodded my head yes and flopped to the floor at her feet as fast as I could. I placed my swollen, busted lips on her lovely feet, and kissed them like my life depended on it. I didn't dare stop until she ordered me to. I covered her soft smooth skin and pretty toes with kisses for at least five minutes before she allowed me to stop.

"Good boy. That was very nice. You're an excellent foot kisser. Am I going to have anymore trouble with you little man?" "No Ashley. I've learned my lesson." "Good boy. Then you agree I'm the boss in this relationship from now on?" "Yes Ashley, you're the boss." "You'll obey my orders without qu estion or hesitation?" Yes Ashley. I belong to you now." "Good answer you little weakling, I believe you know your place." "Yes Ashley. I know my place."

"Then tell me wimp, where is your place?" "At your feet doing your bidding Ashley." "Very good little man, very good. Just remember where you belong. I will not tolerate any rebellion or disobedience. If you give me any trouble, I'll beat you so bad you'll need a month to heal." "UNDERSTAND?" "Yes Ashley. I'll be good I swear." "Then I think your training is complete. Now go get me a cold drink, so I can relax. I'm thirsty from teaching you a lesson." "Yes Ashley."

I scurried to the kitchen to do my Masters bidding. I returned with her cold drink and handed it to her. She lie down on the sofa and sipped her drink before looking at me. "Don't just stand there, rub my feet you pathetic little wimp." "Yes Ashley." I dropped to my knees and rubbed her beautiful feet while she relaxed. "Good boy. I think I'm going to like having a personal slave. You're going to save me a lot of work. You do want to please me and keep me happy don't you little man?" Yes Ashley, very much." "Good boy. Kiss my feet while you rub them. I do so like the feel of your swollen lips on my toes." Yes Ashley. What ever pleases you." "Good boy, good boy."

I have been Master Ashley's slave for three years now. I never cause her any trouble, and obey every command to the letter. She still beats me once in a while, to remind me who's in charge. I never fight back. I accept it, and try harder to please her the next time. Making her angry enough to beat me as bad as she did that first night, scares me to death. I feel ashamed and humiliated every day I'm with her, but I don't dare try and leave. That would be committing suicide. She orders and I obey. That's my life now. Master Ashley has complete control of it, and I'm much to afraid to try and gain back my freedom.