The #500 bet
by groats
A battle of the sexes with an expensive outcome for the looser
 
 
    Somehow and sometime during a raucous party I had become involved in
an arguement with a young girl about the merits of the two sexes and i
had acceped a challenge of a ight with this self-styled champion of the
female sex. Not only was the honour of the two sexes at stake but there
was a financial involvement with a #500 side bet on the outcome. now the
girl had called at my flat, the room cleared and we were ready to contest
this intriguing battle. Sharron was 5ft 9 and thus one inch taller than
me, but I was a man and some 4 stone heavier, bulk was decidedly on my
side.
 
So at midday the battle commenced, Sharron I presumed would attempt to
use her height advantage, while I would use my weight and male strength
to subjugate the girl's champion. we circled the room for a while and i
saw an opening and went under her arms and locked my fingers round the
elegant ones of Sharron and attempted to power her to her knees, but to y
chagrin the blonde haired statuesque Sharron just siled at y efforts and
did not so uch as griace as she easily resisted y attepts, indeed she
suddenly twisted my hands round and began to force the upwards. make no
mistake this hurt and I felt as though she could snap my wrists at will
and i was on tiptoes trying to negate this hold but to no avail. The
surprisingly strong Sharron was causing me some serious discomfort in
these early moments but just as it was getting very rough on me I managed
to ree myself.
 
We shaped up again and I charged at the demure young girl and bear hugged
her but she prised my hands apart with alarming ease and without
releasing my hands she gave a deft flick of her wrists and mine
capitulated and I went down on my knees and was greeted by a smack from
her curvacious bottom into my face and i went flying across the room. she
was waiting for me as I rose and grabbed me and flung me across the room
again and I smacked into the wall and slightly groogy I realised that
this magnificent woman had picked me up and thrown me to the floor, that
really hurt my body and my pride. I clambered to my feet to be greeted by
the nonchalant Sharron who put e into a headlock and took me to the
floor, it was at least 10 minutes before I could break free and in a rage
I swung at the girl, but she parried it with contemptuous ease and
elegantly flipped me over her shoulder, i landed badly and struggled to
my feet but there was the ubiquitous Sharron smiling contently to herself
as she sensed that victory and #500 was hers and went for the coup de
grace. She grabbed my hands and in a definite statement of her superior
strength bent them back and I collapsed to my knees in front of her,
Sharron quickly clamped her tanned thighs about my neck and I realised
that my plight was both pitiful and desperate as those sensuous but well
muscled thighs tightened the noose around my neck and nothing I could do
could allow me to escape from this rare beauty's hold and she rode down
my efforts with barely concealed contempt. Bells rang in my head as the
triumphant young woman poured on more pressure as she flexed her thigh
muscles around my neck. She held me in this piteous position for 20
minutes beore releasing me (there was never any prospect of my escaping)
and upending me and with my face to the floor executed the most perfect
Boston Crab and with my back seemingly about to break I surrendered to
the exultant woman. Sharron let me drop and laughed as she heard my
whimpering as I lay at her feet.
"I think that is #500" she gloated but when she turned her back on me  I
made a bolt for the door I may have been beaten but I was damned if I was
going to giver her #500 as well. But I was too slow and the amazonian
woman caught me and threw me to the floor and descended on me and with
her knees on my upper arms and wrists pinned to the floor by her hands I
was in yet another perfect hold:the schoolgirl pin. I was totally captive
and helpless against this wonderful foe, Sharron was astride me and there
was nothing I could do to unseat her from her position of absolute
dominance, she had certainly proved her point. For a full 30 minutes I
was her prisoner,30 minutes of complete female domination, 30 minutes of
total male humiliation as she taunted me in my helplessness. She knew she
was the stronger of the two of us and me, beaten, bloodied and bowed was
painfully aware that I was no match for this truly dominant young woman.
Defeat had been total and absolute , submission was now unconditional and
the tall bombshell was straddling my pai wracked body and reveling in her
glory. Eventually she rolled me over and removed my trousers and then
returned me to the pinned position, as ever I could do nothing she had
totally emasculated me and as she rode high on my chest I knew that she
was so completely my superior that it was scary to think about it. Before
my terrified eyes she removed #600 from my pockets ns said "the extra
#100 is for refusing to hand the money over earlier. She then put me in a
reverse pin with her magnificent backside crushing the breath out of me
and then she tied my legs up with my trousers and then finding some rope
preoceeded to hogtie me with my arms and legs well and truly trussed
Sharron leant down and removed her knickers and then squeezed my nose and
as my mouth opened to gasp for air in went the knickers and I was gagged,
she then removed my appartment keys from my pockets, before blindfolding
me as well. I heard her dominant female voice saying she would be back
and the I heard the door close and the keys turn I was in darkness and so
well was I hogtied that I could not move a muscle nor with the gag could
I cry for help so I lay there a complete captive of a strong woman. After
48 hours she returned and I could hear her purr with satisfaction that I
was exactly as she had left me, she then sat astride me and removed my
ropes and gag and demanded if I had learnt my lesson about the
superiority of women, and with my mouth dried out by her knickers I
rasped out the agreement, Sharron laughed and then put me across her knee
and with yet another indignity she thrashed me until I cried. Sharron had
been unstoppable and as she strode from the room I ruefully reflected on
my folly and presumption that I could match this magnificent specimen of
womanhood.
 
Awhile later I picked up the phone and rang her "hello Sharron, Dave is
your slave for ever" I said.
"I know" was all she replied