The Tennis Lesson
by groats
A tennis match turns into a humiliation for our hero
 
 
"Game, set and match to me" said the blonde American girl, "6-0,6-0,6-0."
I coiuld not deny the fact that Chrissie had soundly beaten me. I had
been outclassed frm the very first point played that she won with ease on
my serve right until that final point that saw mwe flat on the ground
unable to retrieve her forehand winner. my chagrin was exaggerated by her
gloating voice from accross the net. She was dressed in a very short blue
tennis skirt and one could see a long way up her well-tanned lean legs,
those same legs that hasd completely outrun mine in the match. "Well",
she said "so much for women's tennis being inferior to men's, I think I
have fairly emphatically proved that and you might as well admit it." Her
demeanour was so arrogant and self-assured that I found that although
what she said was nothing but the truth the manner was exceedingly
irritating and the young American girl was riling me.
"Yes," I said , "but you were lucky."
"Lucky to hell with you" Chrissie replied, "I whipped you, you did not
even get a game in 3 sets, and if that is not a whipping I wonder what
is, go on admit it you were whipped by a woman in a fair contest." Anger
at Chrissie's constant taunting was becoming my uppermost sensation, but
Chrissie was obviously enjoying rubbing salt into my wounds "yes I rn you
ragged, at the end of the game you were whacked I could probably beat you
blindfolded." This was too much and I ran round the net and tripped
Chrissie to the ground from where she continued "can't take a beating
from a woman on the tennis court then think youi are so tiough don't
you?" Infuriated I threw myself on top of her and attempted to pin her to
the ground but Chrissie wriggled and squirmed so much that I coulkd not
get a firm hold on her and then suddenly my advantage was gone and i
found myself in a bodyscissxors of extraordinary pain. Chrissie, with her
back on the ground, began to exert greater force on my middle, i felt as
though my body was being cut in half and I let loose a littlegrunt of
pain. Chrissie smiled at my obvious discomfort and helplessness and said
"not finding wrestling any more successful than tennis eh?"
Frustrationand blind rage made me claw ever more frantically at her
surprisingly strong legs, but i was totally unable to make any impression
and could not prise her powerful brown thighs from their position of
dominance. Chrisie, looking ever more radiant, as her triumph in
wrestling became more apparent and total said "now you see why I was so
good at running down your shots than you were, my legs are vwery strong
aren't they?" Loathe as I was to admit it her legs were frighteningly
powerful and I found it quite remarkable that a young girl's sensuous
legs could camouflage such staggering strength, so i said "yes, OK your
legs are very strong,m now will you let me go?" Chrissie laughed "beaten
at tennis and now you are held powerless by me in a wrestling match,
completely at the mercy of my thighs."
"Not at all" I retorted "I could get out of this at anytime I just didn't
want to hurt you."
Chrissie sneered "OK get out then I don't mind if you hurt me and anyway
I think this began because you were trying to hurt me."
"Any day" I said but with no real confidence, I struggled vainly for
several minutes but the position did not improve in fact it got worse I
was exhausring myself and failing conspicuously from releaving my plight
indeed chrissie was laughing aty my feeble attempts to escape those
magnificent captors. Suddenly I found that the position had got far
worse:the body scissors had become head scissors, those wondrous legs had
snaked up my body and those tanned thighs were now around my neck and
doing untold damage to me both with pain and humilition, my head was
beneath that short blue skirt and my face was face to face with the
symbol of her femininity, I was hers comletely the erotic nature of the
position escaped me such was my humiliation and powerlessness. Total
helplessness was my lot I was completely locke up by the blonde Chrissie.
Beaten at tennis was one thing but this total thrashing at wrestling was
intolerable but I could do nothing such was her superiority. I had been
completely subdued by Chrissie. "OK" I stammered "what do you want?"
"I want you to submit to me," said the oh so dominant chrissie.
"Alright" I whispered.
"Oh no" said Chrissie revelling in my abject defeat "much louder thsat
that and I want you to say oh Mistress Chrissie at your feet I prostrate
myself and subnit unconditionally to ypur superior strength."
"Please Chrissie" I whimpered, but Chrissiesaid nothing and tightened her
thigh noose around my neck with those legs constricting my breathing my
face was going bright red, breathing was becoming nigh on impossible and
embasrrassment was acute, so inevitably I had to succomb to her demands
and repeated the demeaning and humiliating words, the blonde Amedrican
looked so indescribaly sexy in her moment of triumph. She unlocked her
head scissors and I gasped for air finally free from of my degradation  I
was to be mistaken.Chrissie placed her knees on my arms and pinned my
wrists to the ground and holding my head between her thighs instructed,
nay ordered, mne to kiss her, beaten and enslaved as I was I obeyed the
imperious young dominatrix. Then the penance done Chrissie said "there is
something I have always fancied doing to a grovelling, snivelling, beaten
male worm."
"Please Mistress Chrissie I am owned by you I will do whatever you say
but please be merciful to your slave."
"Silly little boy I know I can do whatever I want to you and when I have
done whatever I want I will expect you to thank me for the privelege you
have had." With those words she smashed her bottom into my face and I
felt her pert buttocks grind into my face. Chrissie sat astride my face
for what seemed an eternity and onn my release I kissed her feet unbidden
and thanked her for the honour of being her seat.