Martial arts femdom birthday surprise
by JimP
Son gets more than he expected at a fetish club


(c)Jim P 2019

I won't give my name for fear of reprisals and shame but I am a 30 year old IT
security professional living with my parents in a residential town outside
Tokyo. The commute into the city on an overcrowded train is unpleasant but the
job is reasonably paid. Father is an executive in the electronics business and
often travels abroad for long periods which suits me. Mother is a very
traditional Japanese housewife, quiet and dutiful. In her mid 50?s, she is
slim, petite and quite attractive. Long straight black hair would have fallen
past her shoulders if not tied neatly in a bob behind her head leaving the
forehead clear with a few delicate strands gracefully hugging her cheeks. She
has a gentle oval face with graceful slender eyebrows arching over sleek
almond shaped eyes with hazel irises, high full cheeks and a petite stubby
cute nose. Her generous full lipped mouth gives a very welcoming smile after
the commute. She wore very subtle make-up and had a few faint wrinkles around
the eyes and mouth. Always dressed demurely with a pleasing figure and buxom
bust-line, she kept home and garden tidy and prepared the meals.

This morning Mother bid me a good day at the office as I head for the door. I
give a gentle kiss upon her cheek then tell her that I will be home later than
usual as I will be celebrating my birthday. Nodding, she light-heartedly tells
me not to get too drunk. I reassure her that I won?t as I have work the next
day but not that I will be going to Club Priest, the exclusive fetish club for
men who appreciate dominant fit attractive women skilled in the martial arts
and erotic domination. I go every 3 or 4 months when I have saved for the
rather expensive sessions with one of their stunningly sexy girls. Intercourse
is not allowed but there are rumours that some sell services privately.

I had a few drinks with colleagues at lunch but after work got the subway to a
seedy part of town. At a particular phone box on the street, I wait for it to
ring. People gave me dirty glances as if I were waiting for a prostitute. The
phone rang and I picked up the handset where an automated voice system told me
to enter my personal number then to hang up and wait. I?d long spotted the
club bouncer standing on the corner trying to look inconspicuous before coming
across to take me to the club. With wonky eyes, a busted nose and broken
teeth, he pretended not to recognise me or engage in small talk. As I followed
him down the backstreets I thought of Reiko, the most beautiful fittest girl
on the roster. I dream of her all the time but have never met her. A session
with her is incredibly expensive but I was going to treat myself as she is
worth it. I had saved up hard for this moment, Reiko was my birthday present
to myself. Tall beautiful, long flowing hair, perfect figure and big firm
breasts, she is fit but not overtly muscular. Skilled in unarmed combat, I
look to forward to being trapped between her sexy long legs facing her taut
pert buttocks as she slowly scissors me senseless while making my dick fit to
blast. I am sure I could charm her into a private session where I would win
her as my girlfriend.

I know what I like and am very particular. No tattoos, small discrete ones OK
but large ones look dirty, unfeminine and spoil the body. I want a pretty girl
not a big butch type. No ball-busting unless light and playful. Spitting,
scratching, biting, golden showers or defecating is disgusting. No dildo up
the backside or anywhere else for that matter. No choking with hands or
slapping. Only one on one beat-down. For 20,000 YEN an hour beat-down where
you can't fight back, I have the right to choose what I want.

At the top of a dark narrow side-alley, my guide looks around to make sure we
weren?t being watched before beckoning me to a small side door. Pulling out a
heavy chain with keys he unlocks then opens the door. Inside is a small
waiting room with a grilled window behind which the manager sits. Apart from
the entrance, there is only one door electronically locked until you pay. ?I
have a session with Reiko. I booked it ages ago and paid in advance? I told
him. The man looked uncomfortable before apologising and telling me that there
was an unexpected priority booking by a very important American to entertain
some very rich clients. ?Reiko?? I asked with dawning dismay. ?Asked for her
personally. The entire roster in fact? ?That?s not fair! How many girls do
they need?? ?Rich men are very gluttonous? he tried to sound sympathetic. ?I
paid good money. It?s my birthday treat? ?Happy birthday? he said
unconvincingly. ?I'm a regular? ?I?m sorry but how can I refuse the President
of the USA especially when he threatened to nuke Tokyo if I refused?? If he
was joking he didn?t show it.

?Let me see what I can do for you?? he sighed before consulting his computer.
?Ah yes, Madame Priest is available? he said. ?Never heard of her. I want
Reiko? ?Don?t we all?? he laughed ?I'm doing this for you as a favour. She is
a more mature woman and very good, used to work the big name dungeons and now
trains the girls here. Very popular with our more select clients. You are very
lucky to get a session with her? I wasn?t convinced. ?OK, half normal rate? My
ears perked up that ?No time limit? I?d never heard of that before ?No
chaperone? he added. Was he desperate? There was always a big burly man there
to make sure you didn?t get it on with the girls or fight back. I pulled out
my list of likes and dislikes but he waved it aside. ?She is very traditional
and won?t do any of that extreme stuff. Just tell her what you want? ?Except
schoolgirl uniforms? he added with a nod towards the back room.

The door unlocked and the bouncer led me to a session room where I got into my
shorts and t-shirt in the small changing area, disappointed I was not facing
Reiko. A while later he returned with a slender woman around 5 foot 2 in
height. My attention was caught by a pair of shiny black leather high-heeled
thigh-length boots above which a black leather jacket was tailored to a slim
hour-glass figure. Those eye-catching slinky boots were a good 6 inches or
more above the knee with the top of her thighs bare and firm. Proportionately
slender legs filled them with feminine curves around the foot, calves and
hamstrings. Her face was covered by a large beautifully enamelled metallic
butterfly mask with outspread wings over the eyes. Maybe it was the hazel
coloured eyes staring out at me or the complexion around the full-lipped mouth
and chin left uncovered beneath the spread back wings, but I knew this was a
mature woman. Long black hair flowed from high above the forehead, down either
side of her face and down the back of her head. Her size and posture, even her
hair and mouth disturbingly reminded me of my mother. ?You are dismissed? she
told the man curtly. He looks like he was going to object. ?Do you need
another demonstration that I can take care of myself?? she told him with an
acid tongue and he quickly backed away bowing submissively. That voice! It
sounded so much like my mother and I tell her so. Her features behind the mask
turned steely ?Does your mother dress like this?? she growled indicating her
sexy attire ?Does she beat up men for a living?? I could only gasp ?No?.

I try to go through my list. ?You get what you deserve and just try to stop
me? she berated like a teacher. ?Please remove the mask. I want to see your
face? I told the assertive woman. Her hands flashed out to the underside of my
jaw and pressed a thumb into a spot just behind my lower jaw bone then pushed
up into the softer tissue behind. Pain flared as she pressed against a nerve.
I tried to turn my face away but she held my chin with her other hand to
prevent it. Her fingers felt like steel which I was unable to prise away. ?Do
not command me like a servant? That voice! It reminded me of being scolded by
Mum when I was a kid. ?Do you know who I am?? she hissed sending chills down
my spine radiating an air of menace. I couldn?t even form coherent words. Her
face moved close, staring into my eyes while I suffered beneath her fingers.
The side of her cheek brushed mine as her mouth moved close to my ear, her hot
breath stimulating as she whispered ?I am the woman who is going to punish
you; hard? Her tongue gave my neck a long lingering lick sending tingles
throughout my body and a stiffness in my groin. Her face moved back to study
my suffering. ?Go home now before you get hurt? she sneered then released me
and began to unbutton and remove the leather jacket. Beneath was a stylish
soft white leather wrap-around top so short it barely covered her hips. The
contrast with the expanse of firm bare upper thighs and those long shiny black
leather boots was erotic. An elaborate floral pattern with a wide central
patterned belt suggestive of a geisha?s obi sash was tied off with a black
martial arts belt with stripes suggesting a high rank unlikely for a woman who
worked here. The effect was intimidating yet arousing.

?You don?t want a woman old enough to be your mother? she accused ?You want
Reiko. Lovely young Reiko? I felt awkward, unable to deny it. ?What would your
mum say if she knew you were here?? she sneered ?Leave my mother out of it.
She?s a good woman? I snapped. Hands flashed out to grasp my right hand, a
quick twist and I yelped as my palm was turned inward. Her right thigh-boot
brushed the back of my right ankle as she pressed outward and down against my
twisted wrist. Off-balance I fell swiftly and my back hit the mat. She had
just thrown me! With my wrist captive the masked woman knelt, pressing a knee
into my armpit. I cried out as she bent my hand right back whilst leveraging
my arm. Flat on my back, I was at the stone-cold mercy of my smirking
conqueror. Twisting my wrist, she forced me to my front but did it slowly to
emphasise her control. Pulling my arm straight up behind me between the bare
tops of her thighs, I felt exquisitely dominated and stiffness spread over my
dick. ?Are you going to cry?? she sneered bending my elbow the wrong way.
?You?ll break my arm!? I squealed as sharp bolts of pain shot through it ?Oh
you big cry baby!? she mocked then yanked my hand into the small of my back.
?Get up!? she commanded. I yelped as she rose behind me stressing the
hammerlock forcing me to go with her, embarrassed to be at the mercy of a
smaller older woman.

Keeping my wrist bent she walked around to my right side at a sedate pace
straightening my arm with a slight twist while those sexy leather boots
reflected the lights with a wonderful shimmer. ?Still wish I was wonderful
Reiko?? she sneered. A sharp hiss left her lips as a dainty fist flashed out
to drill a punch into my side. Whipping my arm into the air she spun around
beneath it then swung it down launching me into the air with a spinning wrist
throw that whipped me through the air in a daze until my back crashed hard
upon the mats. The booted mistress was instantly down by my side perpendicular
to my shoulders pulling my arm between her long shiny boots as they stretched
out to drape over my upper chest and neck. Levering the back of my arm over
her crotch, the back of her boots pressed down preventing my torso from rising
as she over-stretched my arm at the elbow. She had rendered me helpless in a
side arm-bar! ?So humiliating for a big strong young man like you to be owned
by a woman old enough to be your mother? she sneered as I writhed in pain.
Pulling my arm back over her crotch my throat rose to press into the soft
leather at the back of a boot although the leg within was solid enough to
cause me to choke. ?Imagine I am your mother. How shaming would that be for
you, being overpowered by your own mum?? she mocked. The feel of her legs
while clad in sexy thigh-boots restraining me while stretching my arm over her
crotch was so feminine, was it any wonder my cock was hard? ?How does it feel,
to be owned by Mummy?? the woman teased in a voice too close for comfort to
that of my real mother yet my dick gave a huge lurch and began twitching in my
pants. I cried out as she stared at me smugly while over-stretching my arm
until it felt my elbow would explode. ?Stop!? I cried. ?Mummy is an expert in
jiu-jitsu and knows what she is doing? she declared as I gritted my teeth
against the agony. ?Do you like the feel of Mum?s crotch against the back of
your elbow?? she teased ?Mummy could snap your arm with her pussy?. The way
she talked was unsettling yet really turned me on. ?Dirty Boy!? she exclaimed
as a hand stole to the front of my shorts and felt the stiff tent that had
formed there. It got even harder as she traced its outline with a light
tantalising touch that drove me crazy and made me buck my hips to work myself
off in her hand but she let go with a wicked laugh. ?You like being dominated
by Mummy? the woman taunted. ?You?re not my mother? I gasped in annoyance.
?Disrespectful boy!? she scolds. Bending both legs to put her soles on the
mat, she pressed down while raising her hips high. The boots formed a bridge
over me with her knees at the highest point, the tops of her thighs fell away
on either side, sleek firm and blemish-free. I screamed as tendons
over-extended and her hips bounced up and down as if trying to snap my arm. My
legs kicked frantically against the mat to peels of laughter from my
leather-clad tormentor.

With relief her pert backside returned to the mat and a leg rose away from my
chest rising high to hover over me with the leather shimmering in the lights.
I studied the slinky boot in appreciation, her leg filling it with long slim
feminine lines and curves with good shape to her hamstrings and outer thighs,
the tops of which gleamed with a hint of hardness and strength. ?Apologise?
she demanded ?What?? the leg dropped like a guillotine, the back the boot
pounded my chest then rose and did it again and again brutally pounding out my
breath by increments while she chuckled. "Pardon me" she corrected my grammar
as Mum would as the tendons in my overstretched elbow arm protested in agony.
"Ora!? she uttered with a heavily emphasised rolled R taunting me to do
something about it if I didn?t like it. The sole of a boot planted itself on
my face as she maintained the tortuous arm-bar. ?Ora Ora!? she said more
aggressively making her point pushing my face one-way then the other rubbing
it beneath her foot while laughing. ?You disappoint me. I thought I raised you
better than this? her taunts were interspersed with long periods of just being
held there, unable to move my torso for fear of the pain that would cause as I
bathed in the mature woman?s dominance. ?Apologise for being so rude to your
mother? she demanded then planted both boots upon the mat and raised her hips
high to torture my arm in an excruciating series of thrusts of her crotch that
reduced me to crying out for mercy. ?Please I?m sorry? I begged ?Mother? I
added to make the agony stop. To my relief it did and she withdrew her boots
then stood up leaving me on the mat nursing my arm.

?Get up? the woman demanded. I glanced at the boots before me and their
breath-taking length to the very short leather form-fitting micro kimono. She
looked really sexy. I yelped as a sharp-pointed boot toe kicked my side. ?I
won?t tell you again. Stand up or I will pull you up by your balls? I rose
quickly knowing that a woman like this would take great pleasure in carrying
out that threat. ?What?s wrong? Is Mummy making you cry?? she mocked with
hands arrogantly on her hips ?Stop saying that! you?re not my mother!? I told
her. A chilling angry glare was followed by a sharp explosion of breath as a
flash of leather-reflected light streaked towards me. I groaned as the leading
edge of a boot slammed across my lower belly twice in rapid succession.
Without lowering, the slender leg lanced out again with two more hisses to
pound twice across my belly again, then twice more. My abs are in good shape
from working out at the company gym but her kicks came too fast to allow me to
catch my breath and I was shocked to find myself leaning forwards. Hissing
with each kick the shiny boot flashed up and down, alternating between my
upper stomach and lower pounding the air from my lungs bit by bit. In shame I
had to turn away but a long shimmering boot curled around my side driving the
sharp toe in hard. I cried out and tried to protect my side with my arm but
the shin of the boot hammered my elbow and it fell numb. The petite woman was
relentless. No matter which way I turned she peppered my sides with fast, hard
kicks. Her stamina was amazing, her slender legs limber with frequent sexy
glimpses of the firm top of her thighs and tight briefs at her crotch. She was
a non-stop rapid-fire kicking machine. My sides were raw and I had to turn my
back on her but kicks stung the sides of my buttocks then cracked across my
behind. ?I?m really kicking your arse now? she laughed not sounding out of
breath. ?Stop!? I gasped whirling to face her but more kicks accompanied by
hisses whipped across my belly, sides, chest and the side of my head with
terrifying speed leaving me dazed and confused for so long it?s not true.
?Ora!" make me. Her legs kicked my left side then the right in a heartbeat.
Two more hisses as lightning bolts of leather struck my balls, slamming them
against my pelvis. I scream as my groin erupts in pain, creasing forward as I
go onto my toes. ?Mummy shouldn?t break her son?s balls? she chuckles ?But
you've been bad? two more piercing strikes to my nuts make me scream. I want
to fall to my knees and curl up clutching my balls but know she will continue
to kick them even when I?m down. I force myself to stay standing, although it
takes an effort not to fold over.

In agony I see the leather-clad Karate mistress watching with an arrogant
smirk. ?No ball-busting? I groan. ?Ora!" stop me she growls. She might be
slender and petite but her self-confident arrogance is intimidating. Hissing
like a demented cat, a shimmering bolt of light arcs around the side of my
head and I cry out as a sharp boot toe hammers the back of my neck followed by
a lightning-fast barrage of blinding pain around the top of my head. The
masked woman became a whirlwind of devastating leggy power hissing as kicks
keep clubbing me around the head with shocking speed and power dazing me while
I stagger about trying not to fall, unable to avoid that insanely flexible
leg. The woman?s speed, power and stamina was fearsome yet arousing, her kicks
brutal. Those boots keep kicking high clubbing around my head making my cheeks
wobble as shock-waves crash from one side to the other. I could hardly see, my
ears rang and I struggled to stay upright. ?Stop? I beg flinging out my arm to
protect myself. By luck it hits the side of her boot deflecting another
punishing kick. She went ballistic hissing like crazy whipping kicks all
across my body. Arms, sides, chest, back and the back of my thighs stung under
a hailstorm of frenetic kicks. The inexhaustible leggy woman's boot batters
the sides of my head with brief glimpses of her panties. I raise my arms to
protect my head but the she-devil grabs a wrist and twists it away forcing me
to bend before her. Looking down at the shimmering thigh-boots, she was the
perfect image of female dominance. ?Please let me worship your boots? I moan
with rising lust. ?HI!? a high-pitched shout made my dick lurch as the edge of
the mature woman?s hand chopped the back of my neck like an axe. Finding
myself on my front on the mats with the toe of a high-heeled boot before me, I
look up in shock with a mix of throbbing longing and fear at the masked mature
woman staring down at me with a smug look of superiority.

She smirked as I got to my knees and rubbed the back of my neck. ?Begging like
a little bitch to your mum. Pathetic? she sneered with her hands arrogantly
upon her hips. I hung my head in shame under her stern gaze ?You are not fit
to call yourself my son. Not fit to lick my boots? she scolds. ?Apologise? she
demands. This mother act is getting on my nerves and I rise to confront her.
?Oh good? she smirked ?we get to do this the hard way? A sharp hiss, a rising
knee as a short kimono dress slips back to reveal an eye-watering expanse of
bare upper thigh before the leg rockets skyward with a brief sight of a
camel-toe in tightly moulded briefs. The sole of a boot pounds my jaw snapping
my head back so hard my vision whites out and lancing pain tore through my
brain. I hit the mat and lay there stunned. ?I?m waiting for that apology? I
look up at slender legs sensationally part-clad in shimmering leather. Glaring
sternly at me the masked woman tapped a thigh-boot impatiently. She was
flexible, dominant and inexhaustible, imagine what she would be like in bed!
That seriously turned me on. ?Please not so hard?? I asked in reverence
getting to my feet. The erotic leather-clad geisha's hands flash out seizing
my right arm and left shoulder, turning I am pulled close against her back.
With cock rising anticipation I spread my legs to lower my centre of gravity
but she?s too fast. A tight backside thrusts into one side of my groin as she
leans sharply forwards and kicks back sweeping my feet away. My body whips
head over heels in a high speed hip throw, the room spins so fast I have to
close my eyes utterly helpless to stop myself falling. The mat slams into my
back like a hammer-blow winding me.

A shuddering jerk on my right arm and she dropped to the mat beside me.
Turning slightly sideways the booted woman spread her legs for stability while
my captive arm was held close to her chest as her other arm slid beneath my
neck and encircled it trapping me in a side control scarf hold. Leaning across
me, the side of a breast pressed against my face while her other soared like a
magnificent hill. The feel of a feminine body against me in an intimate hold
was very erotic, especially as I looked over the rounded orb pressed against
my cheek to see a well-endowed cleavage as her V-neck robe opens up with a
dangling orb stacked above the other. The hold tightens around my neck while
she drives her weight in at an angle into my ribs with her butt slightly off
the ground. I tried to use my legs to move around but she easily shuffles
along to match pinning my head and shoulders with the weight of her upper
body. My feeble attempts were met with soul-crushing laughter. It was a sexy
hold but the mature domme began wrenching my neck to make me suffer, the
headlock becoming so tight I had to clench my eyes and grit my teeth as I
tried to hold on, yet the sheer physical feel of her body against me kept my
erection rigid. The pressure eased and I opened my eyes and caught sight of
the top of well-rounded mounds busting out the front of her kimono and reach
out for them with my free hand but she misinterprets the move. ?Yes. Fight
back? she chuckled before moving my captive arm from it?s nice place across
her chest to between the top of her thighs. I yelped as one pressed down
against the inside of my forearm bending it the wrong way over the top of the
thigh beneath stressing the elbow. Looking into my eyes, the dominant woman
gave a knowing smile behind the butterfly mask noting the distraction for my
eyes, as the side of my face squashed against the side of a soft generous
mound of womanly flesh ?You are too old to suckle them, but I bet you?d like
to try? she laughed then leant further over compressing my ribs while my dick
strained against the inside of my shorts.

I cried out as the mature dynamo bent my arm back over the side of her bare
upper thigh forcing my head to turn into the crook of her arm, allowing her to
press herself against my back. With my other arm trapped between her legs that
left her free to clasp her hands together and get a choke hold around my neck
and pull it tight. ?Let Mummy make it all cosy and snug? she purred in a low
tone that went straight to my loins. I was in no condition to stop being
woman-handled as she rolled more onto her back causing me to fall between her
lovely thighs with the back of my head resting on the soft pillows of her
breasts. A nice position to be in if I wasn't choking and there was nothing I
could do to stop her. My head went dizzy as her arms tighten even more around
my neck. I realise that she?s trying to choke me out and it terrifies me as
much as it turns me on. I grab at her forearm with my free hand but despite
her slim build it feels brawny and as hard as steel beneath her sleeves. ?Is
Mummy too good at Jujitsu for you?? she laughs. I?m powerless and bathe in her
total dominance with my cock thumping like crazy. I feel myself slipping away
with no control to stop it.

I start with a jolt, confused by my surroundings not knowing where I was or
how I got there. A familiar figure knelt before me but I cannot see clearly
because of the bright ceiling lights. ?Mother?? I ask ?Yes dear?? she replies
?Where am I?? ?Club Priest? she replies ?I just knocked your lights out?. That
was like a bucket of cold water to the senses. I tried to sit up but a knee
was pushed right up against my sternum causing me to nearly wind myself on it.
The feel of leather pressing against my bare skin made me realise that I was
in just my shorts. This wasn?t my mother! She never wore leather, showed her
cleavage or wore a mask. I gasped as a hand began to stroke my erection
through my shorts. ?My! Such a thing to have for your mum? she purred as her
face leant close. "Stop calling yourself that? I snapped but she just chuckled
gleefully. The way the lights reflected from her thigh-boots and micro-kimono
was stimulating but I tried to stay focussed. ?No more knock-outs? I told her
?I?m paying and I don?t like it. It?s dangerous? ?Mummy's an expert and knows
what she is doing" the leather-clad mistress said then rose "The customer is
always right? I said and tried to sit until a high-heeled boot pressed down on
my chest. I stared at that beautifully shaped object drinking in it?s length
and shape with my eyes. ?The customer is a prick? she exclaimed pressing
firmly. I clutched at the boot as the sole compressed my ribcage and the sharp
heel dug into my sternum. The mature woman certainly knew how to keep a man
under control and make him wallow in her dominance. The frosty expression she
gave while looking down at me certainly made my dick bounce. Finally the boot
lifted and I was signalled to stand. I rose adoring those long shiny boots,
the masked woman's slender figure and good bust-line. ?I have a list? I began
to explain pulling the paper from my pocket but it was knocked from my hand.
?I?m the client. I tell you what I want? I told her, wagging a finger at her
?You want a good thrashing??Reiko would give me what I want? I complain. A
look of anger crossed her face. Before I could move a hand flashed out,
grabbed mine and pulled it close to her luscious body. ?Hi!? her other hand
slashed a hard chop across my forehead, ?Hi!? then struck my bellybutton
fingers first and plunged deep. I groaned loudly. How could fingers feel like
steel prongs?

Hisses accompany pulses of light reflected off slinky long boots pounding my
chest causing me to stagger. A hailstorm of kicks rock my chest so fast I?m
unable to catch my breath, while driving me back across the room. Another kick
blasts my gut and my back slams into a metal frame. Too winded to stop her,
the petite slender woman drove the shin of a thigh-boot vertically against my
stomach pinning me against the frame then slammed each of my wrists into
manacles attached to a cross-beam. ?I love you, son? she glared through the
mask ?But you need to learn respect? Hissing like a wildcat her booted slim
legs became a thing of terror arcing high-speed kicks back and forth in a blur
slamming the leading edge of a boot across my gut. I caught glimpses of toned
hamstrings bulging and hard thighs as they unleashed fearsome power, driving
me onto my toes as my body jerked under each impact. If I hadn?t been
restrained I would have gone flying. Still hissing, I?m a human punchbag as
her sexy legs work me over with phenomenal speed and power. I thought I was
going to pass out through lack of breath under the steady thudding of her boot
against my stinging belly. There?s nothing I can do to stop her as she keeps
hissing as another salvo of stinging kicks pound the long leather shin across
my belly again and again. I clench my eyes as my stomach became bright red and
raw under the onslaught then glance up and in fright see a bulge of rippling
power in her bare upper thighs before she leapt high in front of me spinning
around with one leg flying high. The raised leg whipped back with the heel
clubbing me across my right temple snapping my head around in a blinding blaze
of light. An onslaught of high-rise kicks, accompanied by hisses, rock the
sides of my head in a painful boot storm scrambling my senses. Her devastating
legs are in constant motion making my head ache as I twist and writhe in my
restraints but her boot always finds it mark.

The barrage ceases and I slump from my restraints, wasted. ?Sometimes a mother
must be cruel to be kind? the masked mistress says stepping close. To my
horror, hands reach up to grab the back of my neck and a shiny thigh-boot
rises bent at the knee with a sharp hiss. Pistoning up and down repeatedly
like a gut-flattening machine, her knee lays waste to my abs. The power is
shocking, lifting my feet clear from the mat as my bright scarlet belly rides
her cannonball knee in agony. ?Hi!? she squeals and springs up from the mats
to deliver a mighty sledgehammer against my stomach. My whole body rockets
backwards, rocking the whole frame, until it jerks to a halt and the deadly
slinky boot of devastation drops away. Unable to stand I hang there impotently
from the metal frame unable to even scream as the mature mistress runs towards
me with the tops of her bare thigh rippling with strength. A couple of steps
away she launches herself high into the air, spinning right around, the hem of
her short kimono rising to reveal skimpy briefs as a slender leg kicks back.
The sole of the boot powers a back-kick against my chest so hard my whole body
shoots back with such force the whole frame topples.

With severe stomach cramps and barely able to breathe, I could only watch the
shapely shiny black thigh-boots of destruction and firm upper thighs of the
mature woman who destroyed me while she laughs in derision as she frees me
from the manacles. I curl up over my aching belly and she arrogantly places a
boot on my back in victory. ?I don?t like hurting my only son" she lectures
"but what am I to do if you insist on wasting your money with fem-dommes
instead of saving for a place of your own? Something niggled in my mind about
what she just said but my head ached too much to hold coherent thought. She
leant me over staring down with perfectly formed breasts swinging in the front
of her tiny kimono top. Even hurting as I did, it was an arousing sight and
the way the leather clung to her slender figure and long legs turned me on yet
she scared me after such a hard beat down. ?You enjoy being treated like this
otherwise you wouldn?t waste so much money here and have such a prominent
erection for your mother? she observed looking down with a wry expression
while busting out of her top. ?Up now!? she demands but the cramps had barely
eased. Crouching before me, my dick lurched at the sight of her fit firm
thighs legs spread wide and panties stretched tightly over her pussy. Before I
could stop her she grabbed the tent-pole in my shorts. ?So hard for Mummy!?
she gasped in mock surprise, her fingers squeezing my pants around its shape
which felt so good. The next second I was squealing in agony as her hand
closed around my rigidity then twisted and pulled it upwards forcing me to
bridge onto my shoulders. ?I love you too? she chuckled ?but this is going to
hurt me a lot more than it will hurt you? she said starting to rise with my
todger. ?No? she laughed as I squealed in agony ?It definitely will only hurt
you? I had no choice but to somehow get up as the dominant woman threatened to
rip my dick off. She forced me slowly to my feet, enough for my eyes to take
in the breath-taking length of her shiny boots and her slender but buxom
figure. Twisting and bending it cruelly, I was in crippling agony that made me
writhe unable to shake off her vice-like grip.

?I?m sorry darling. Did Mummy hurt your little soldier? the masked woman
mocked as to my relief she stopped torturing my dick. ?Mummy will kiss it
better? she said and with that began stroking the outline of my shaft with her
firm hand while flicking her tongue over the side of my face. The feel of her
wet tongue set my nerves jangling and made me writhe on my toes yet it was
very arousing causing my dick to re-stiffen in her hand then get even harder
as her fingers traced the outline leaving a tingling trail of erotic
tantalisation. ?Please? I groaned as her hand formed a tunnel around the shaft
and began rubbing it up and down at an agonisingly slow pace. ?Yes Mummy rub
it better? she soothed before her tongue licked around my left ear then she
began sucking on it. ?Please, please, please!? I gasped thrusting my hips
frantically wanting her to go faster and make me cum. ?Enough of that, you
dirty boy!? she scolded stopping her ministration. ?Do you take me for a
whore?? she hissed with eyes blazing raising her right palm then cracking it
across my cheek. She hissed sharply as her fists drove against my belly,
shockingly hard for such small dainty hands. I had barely regained my breath
when that hissing noise I had come to fear preceded those fists blazing with
another salvo that bust through my ruined abs into my already sore belly.
?No!? I gasped as I saw her gear up for another assault. Too late, her fists
struck hard and fast sinking deep into my gut. Despite my best efforts my
torso creased forwards from the mature woman?s repeated gut punches. She
grabbed my shoulders and with a strength I never expected forced me to stand
straight. ?Take it like a man? she sneered into my face before flattening my
diaphragm once more with her small hard fists.

A chill ran through me as she stepped back with a glint in her eyes and a
smirk behind that big butterfly mask. She was gearing up for more punishment
and I was too badly winded to beg or stop her. Suddenly she drew back her
right leg. ?HI!? in a flash the shiny boot streaked up towards me. I groaned
loudly spilling precious air as the sole of the boot crashes against my chest
knocking me backwards with the impact. Springing forward, she grabbed my
forearms while bending her right leg at the knee to bring it up and plant a
thigh-boot sole into my groin. My dick surged in anticipation of a tomoenage
as soon as she leant back then I was falling towards the floor with a sexy
long shapely feminine high-heeled boot buried in my groin. Beneath me the
mature masked woman hit the mat, her leg straightening continuing my body?s
momentum. My dick lurched again as I was launched into free fall, hurtling
through the air with my feet flipping over my head until my back slammed
heavily into the mats.

As I lay there with my head swirling, my dick beating with that most leggy of
judo throws, I see the upside down image of the mature domme approaching. The
reflected light made alluring sensual patterns on her slender leather-clad
form. Before I can move she drops down by my shoulders, hooks her nearest arm
around my upper left folds it in the crook of her arm then presses it back
across my chest. Her nearside leg drops over the wrist of my captive arm
trapping it before locking the foot beneath her other knee. ?This is a
short-arm scissor hold? she lectured in a condescending tone ?Also called a
bicep-slicer or arm crusher?. Which described exactly how it felt, like a
metal trap on my arm that got tighter and hurt the more I tried to get free.
With the back of a knee pressing down upon my wrist in a tightening figure 4
arm scissors, it painfully over-stretched my elbow as it was forced over the
top of her forearm. At the same time she applied steady pressure pulling on
her own wrist tensioning the arm hooked through mine. I screwed my eyes and
clenched my teeth while trying to push against the restraining leg with my
free hand. ?Stop struggling, I can easily dislocate your elbow and break your
arm? she declared smugly. My arm was in so much agony I felt shamed to be held
such by a petite slender older woman yet the very same thought aroused me.
?You are completely out of your depth. You should have gone home as I told
you? she taunted as I writhed helplessly in agony with my arm bent double and
scissored. Openly laughing at my feebleness she began rocking and twisting,
working the hold to inflict maximum pain. I was much taller, heavier and
younger than her yet I was in tears pleading for her to stop. ?Ora!? she used
the confrontational slang term again then laughed as she kept me suffering.
?How shameful, beaten up by an older woman" she scoffed. Suddenly she pushed
herself up with one arm and pressed herself towards me. The pain in my bent
arm was intense and I rolled away from her to ease the pain but she kept
pressing against me forcing me to roll over screaming in agony. Just before my
belly hit the mat, she released my arm then sprang forward to leap onto my
lower back to crouch astride me. Seizing my right knee she pulled it towards
her and trapped my ankle against her side held in the crook of her arm while
pulling on the knee with her other hand. ?Stop please!? I screamed. The woman
was brutal. I had never experienced a beat-down as hard as this before. ?Ora?
she sneered, make me. I gasped as a hand slips to my crotch and rubs the bulge
vigorously, re-awakening my erection. Totally dominated and powerless to stop
her, my dick responds for her amusement. ?Harder and harder and harder? she
sings while rubbing it ?It keep getting harder and harder and harder? Faith No
More? She kept rubbing ?It gets so hard, It gets so hard? It really was, as
her hand sped up ?It gets so..? Moaning, I blasted my pants. ?Oh you mucky
pup!? she cried out between howls of mocking laughter.

I begged for her to give me a break to go and clean up my shame, but the
masked booted woman took hold of my other knee and stood up. The whole of my
rear end was lifted from the mat rolling back as far as my upper chest. With
my knees captive she stepped back over my body. I screamed as my spine bent
and slapped my hands against the mat in submission but she just laughed at the
agony she was inflicting. ?You should hear those Westerners scream when I do
this to them? she chuckled ?Think they are such big-shots but I make them cry
like babies? she told me ?No man can handle a Japanese combat woman,
especially one as experienced as me? With that her butt dropped onto my back
sending me screaming back to the mat. She landed in the small of my back and
pulled my knees back hard. I bang my hands in submission but she just laughs.
?Scream for Mummy? she laughs. With my legs curled back above my arse, my
spine was bent back so tightly I was in excruciating agony. I thumped the mat
frantically with my hands until they burned. ?Please!? I cried but she just
laughed ?Japanese fighting women never show any mercy? she jeered ?and that?s
the way you like it or you wouldn?t be here with another stiffy in the front
of your shorts? Raising her booted feet upon her toes forced my knees higher
and increased the dreadful pain in my back. ?Oh you love it" she chuckled as a
terrible cramp threatened to take my back. She continued to punish me in the
excruciating hold. ?Please stop? I begged. ?Please stop Mummy? she corrected
me. ?SAY IT!? she demanded then crossed one of my shins inside the crook of
the other knee and pressed the hold. I?m screaming blue murder, slapping the
mat frantically. ?Please Mummy please stop!? I scream.

With a triumphant chuckle, the dominant woman released my legs but they are so
wrecked I can hardly straighten them. ?Up. HI!? a crushing Karate chop strikes
the back of my neck setting my nerves on fire. ?Up!? a hard pointed boot toe
kicks my side. ?Let me rest!? I protest but another kick slams around my head.
?You merciless hag!? I cry finding my feet angry at the unfeeling woman. Too
late did I realise that was what she wanted. ?HI!? a pulse of reflected light
streaks high and kicks me square in the face. My head snaps over my shoulders
ready to fall when the masked woman seizes my right wrist and lifts it into
the air while spinning beneath it. Bringing my arm down over her shoulder I am
pulled close against her back as she leans forward. I feel an electric touch
as her pert backside pushes into my groin before I?m whipped me over her
shoulders at a dizzying speed. No sooner had my back slammed into the mat, she
was on her haunches by my side using my captive arm to force me into a crouch
before whipping it over her shoulder again sending me head over heels again.

Dazed by the throw I saw two long slinky leather boots snake out upon either
side of my head from behind. Before I could react, one bent inward at the knee
folding the back of a leather-clad calve across my throat trapping it close to
the crook of her leg with the side of her thigh against my neck. The leather
felt nice against my skin although their contents were firm. They tightened
like a noose around my neck as the other leg folded around the booted-foot of
the bent leg locking it in place. The mature woman had me in a double figure 4
head-scissors with my neck locked in leather encased legs and it was
shockingly tight. I raised my hands to her booted shin to try to pull it away
although it felt awkward to grab a woman's leg even though it was choking me.
?Pathetic? she sneered as I failed to budge it at all. As if punishing me for
that transgression the booted mistress raised herself upon her hands and piled
the pressure on. Choking I tapped on her firm thigh to signal my submission.
?Japanese fighting women never stop until their victim is out cold? she
sniggered "or dead" she added as she continued to ruthlessly dominate me. I
cough and clutch at her slender strong thighs, a leggy feminine prison of
overwhelming might that forces me to screw my eyes tight while my face burns.
?Yes. Mummy is going to knock your lights out again? the confident statement
had my dick pushing up the front of my shorts to salute the dangerous legs of
this woman. A horrid choking was all I could make. The back of her sensually
shaped booted calve was pressing so tightly across my throat that I couldn?t
even swallow a gulp. I tried to scream but only a weak rasp came out.
Panicking and frantic to breathe, I clutched at the leather boot as solid as
an iron clamp around my neck, it?s sensational shape unquestionably sexy and
feminine. My throat was locked in a leggy unyielding man-trap from which there
was no escape, so feminine and alluring in nature part of me didn?t want to as
it reached for the sky getting stiffer by the second. ?My, you do love Mummy?
the leggy booted woman observed ?Although in a highly inappropriate manner?
she sniggered as my massive hard-on waved uncontrollably at her. "Since you
like to waste your money in a beat-down. I'll show you what a real one is
like" she sneered. Easing off the leggy pressure allowed me a quick exhale and
inhale before those sexy boots re-tightened like a noose to pour on the choke
again. I slapped at her boots in vain with eyes tightly shut and drool running
from the corner of my mouth until my hands could hold on no more. My mouth was
wide but unable to draw breathe while my head spun in a fug. My dick lurched
hard as I approached unconsciousness locked up in those sensational shiny
boots until the pressure eased off allowing me to breathe and then the cycle
began again. Over and over it went again, the mature woman repeatedly
demonstrating her superiority over me until I was totally disoriented. I felt
the sensationally leggy woman raise herself upon her hands again and thrust
her crotch into the back of my neck while tensing her legs then everything
just faded to black.

I awake in a start, confused not knowing where I was. ?Happy birthday? a
mature female voice says then adds ?sucker?. A pair of shiny leather
thigh-boots stand before me and I recall their owner. The crazy woman had
knocked me out again while leaving me sexually frustrated. I looked up to give
her a piece of my mind but words fail me because apart from the boots, all she
wore were her bra and panties and she looked incredible! "Mummy was getting a
bit hot in that top" she explained. With yearning I appreciated her taut toned
midriff with a light but clearly defined grid-work of hard abdominals and firm
sides to the trunk of her body. Her slim arms also looked toned while her
breasts were a good size and nicely rounded. The mature woman certainly kept
herself in very good shape. ?Mummy worked hard to get this body? the masked
woman stated while I?m practically drooling. ?Please I?ll do anything? I beg
gazing up at her firm belly and the slightly raised bumps of her abs. I don?t
like big muscular women preferring a more natural looking physique but had
never knowingly met such a woman before in real-life. As I stared at the
mature woman standing over me, there was something about the taut fitness and
muscle tone of that slim midriff that defied her age and the way those etched
abs fell and rose into visibility with every breath that made my dick
unbearably rigid. She had the hottest body I'd ever seen and the sight of the
camel toe at the crotch of her small panties just fuelled my desire. I am
raging hard. Turning her back on me, I was astonished to see the tiniest of
thong briefs and with thin straps supporting her bra she may well have been
naked apart from those boots. My dick became so hard that it soared right off
the stiffness scale. ?Orrr! you are so sexy? I moan rising to my feet drawn by
the sight of small compact buttocks with view unblocked by the tiny thong. Her
back was lightly muscled and I was surprised by how beautiful it was. Her
buttocks were small and held incredibly tight that they formed perfect spheres
of female delight and looked like they could crack hazelnuts. They were so
sexy my dick gave a couple of big lurches. ?You really shouldn?t have that
reaction for your own mother? she scolded in a tone that made me feel like a
naughty boy being told off by my mum but she was not my mother but a MILF in
the truest sense. My dick was beating for that fit sensational body and after
working me up like that I wanted her bad.

Mesmerised by her ripped back and tight buns I stepped close and whispered ?I
want to make love to you so bad?. ?YI!? a pulse of motion surged low between
us. I screamed as my world exploded in pain as the back of a high-heeled
thigh-boot hammered my nuts against my pelvis before her leg straightened
sending me flying backwards to crash upon the mats. The merciless domme span
around to face me with an angry grimace. A hand flashed out to cup the
underside of my chin with steely fingers digging deep forcing me to look up at
her. ?That's incest!? she told me sounding shocked. ?Don?t you ever ask Mummy
for intercourse again? she growled. ?Sorry? I gasped ?Too rough. Had enough?
?I agree. This place is full of nasty women that will hurt my poor baby boy?
she sneered. ?In future you will go straight home after work. Mother will keep
you cosy and warm? Standing over me in a dominant manner wearing a bra that
cupped a good full set of breasts and a small pair of briefs that framed a
slim taut softly ribbed belly, there was no doubt the mature woman kept
herself in great shape and despite the brutality she had inflicted, my cock
rapidly regained it?s stiffness at the sight. ?You kicked me in the balls
again after I told you not to? I snarled running my eyes longingly over that
slim toned body as I forced myself to my feet. ?You owe me? I told her as I
took a step towards her ?I won?t be denied? ?Did I really raise you to be so
disrespectful to women?? the masked MILF asked, her fists rising in a fight
stance. ?Leave now before you really get hurt? the athletic fit woman told me
with a superior attitude. She looked too confident and I felt doubt. Just then
six irregularly shaped slabs rose upon her belly and came into sharp relief.
Wow! I?d never seen anything so sexy and even as her abs began to fall as she
exhaled, I wanted her more than anything. ?Don?t even think of it? she warned,
her eyes smouldering through the mask. With her small fists clenched
aggressively, she swung a slender right arm out to the side so that it was
line with her shoulders with the forearm raised parallel with her head. I
didn?t expect much but as she clenched her fist tighter to tense her arm a
small bump appeared growing harder and more defined. ?I work out every day,
unlike you? she stated slowly pumping her arm which seemed to make the small
biceps more rounded and solid, there was even some strong shape to her
forearms. I was sure mine were bigger although hers were probably better
defined. Still, the gym-trained body and tough attitude gave me pause to think
remembering how easily she devastated me before. ?You can show yourself out?
she dismissed me with a smirk lowering her fists then looking away from me.
Before I had decided whether to leave in shame, I was surprised when she
reached around her back and unclasped her bra. My breathing got deeper and
faster while I felt myself warm up as the bra loosened then her hands returned
to the front with the item. ?I told you to go home, boy? the masked woman told
me as the bra slipped from her hands to the floor. I was mesmerised to see her
sleek, slender toned upper body with firm rounded breasts bare. She was not
big and muscular but like an ordinary woman but tighter, firmer and more
toned. I ached badly to get my hands on those breasts and run my tongue over
those hard sculpted abs.

It?s too much for a young man to bear and I rush forward to see the mature
hot-body raise her fists with eager anticipation. A sharp hiss, a blur and my
face jerks sharply right as a small fist hammers the side of my jaw. The sexy
cougar pounced again with a hiss as her left fist pummels my mouth, rocking me
like a hurricane, bruising my lips and leaving a taste of blood in my mouth. I
stagger back stunned by her ferocity and speed. She fixed me with a superior
smirk with her abs flexing and relaxing in a sensual motion then blew
theatrically on her fist. ?Ora! I'm much too much for you to handle? she
sneered ?Go home or Mummy will punch your lights out and imagine how
embarrassing that will be? she teased. She looked so tough and sexy, and with
that toned body, capable. Her splendid bare breasts and taut belly kept my
lust alive. ?Your choice? she said with a wink then opened her left fist with
fingers beckoning. I still wanted her and quickly threw a punch at the topless
hottie. Her forearm came out of nowhere with a hiss to block it, I threw
another which she barely knocked away with a bent forearm. A hiss and I gasped
as a lightning fast fist slammed against my side. With bare breasts bouncing
wildly, hard abs and taut arms bulging and sharp hisses, the petite woman
unleashed a hailstorm of fast-moving fists. Despite her build, her slender
arms looked strong as they punched with shocking speed and power. My head
jerked back and forth uncontrollably under the constant impact. The quick jabs
came too fast to get my brain in gear to think, as her taut muscled arms
pounded it into a daze of bright lights and black patches.

A topless female body jumped close to grab the sides of my head with her hands
and pull it sharply down. In horror I saw a knee clad in tight leather rush
towards me then screamed as pure pain exploded throughout my face. A hiss and
my breath spilled as a fist drilled right through my abs to flatten my
diaphragm. Creasing forwards in agony, I came close to those sexy bare
breasts. Another hiss and a blur of motion then knuckles crushed my left cheek
flattening it and bruising the side of my mouth followed by a blazing uppercut
to my jaw that blasted my head skywards straightening my body. I gasped as the
biceps in her slender arm bulged hard to drive another gut-buster that
crippled me over in agony. ?You should have stayed at home? the hot-bodied
woman taunted as I fought terrible stomach cramps to breathe. ?You should
listen to Mummy? she mocked with a smouldering glare at could melt icebergs.
Desperate not to lose I swung a punch but it was slow and sloppy and she
swiftly ducked beneath it then sprang back up inside my outstretched arm with
bare breasts lurching. Hissing, the mature woman drilled more jabs into my gut
causing me to fold up then pummelled one side of my jaw then the other,
jerking my face from left to right and back in a dizzying instant. Pulling my
face up by the hair, she left me staring at her perfect breasts as she drew
back her right fist. "Still want to rape Mummy?" she sneered followed by a
hiss as the fist arced upwards into the pit of my stomach, mercilessly driving
me onto my toes, my mouth wide in agony. My gut had no more breath to give.
She was taking me apart with her dainty but hard fists while taunting me with
beautifully rounded breasts jiggling before me. I couldn?t think of anything
more humiliating than being beaten up by a topless older woman smaller and
slimmer than me with a really hot body, yet my dick was stiffer than ever.
Raising my chin with one hand the Amazon forced me to look at her while her
other fist was balled and held poised menacingly. The hard look she gave me
through her mask was tough and competent and went straight to my groin. ?Feel
tough enough, son?? she taunted. Her lightly muscled arms became a blur
pumping hard knuckles back and forth into my face, battering and bruising my
features. This slender woman was demolishing me with her fists, her masked
expression tough and sexy, her toned topless body taunting me as she
outclassed me, humiliating me with her jiggling breasts and taut six-pack.

A sharp hiss as a fist hammered my jaw whipping my face right around and
sending me spinning to the mat. ?Stop staring at my tits, idiot!? the masked
woman scolds looking down at me with her sexy breasts swinging free. Mocking
laughter burned my ears shaming me that she had knocked me down. Out the
corner of my eye I spot an oversized dildo on the mats. Trying not to think
where it had been and desperate to salvage some pride I scooped it up and
leapt to my feet wielding it like a baton in a downward overhead blow. ?HI!? a
shiny leather boot flashed up kicking the thing from my hands, continuing to
rise until the top of her thigh bounced off her ample bust. My dick lurched at
the sight of her vertically spread legs and skimpy briefs stretched tight over
her crotch. It fell fast and she stepped forwards as soon as it touched the
floor. The woman went berserk hissing while hammering the right side of my
jaw, then the left over and over so fast I was incapable of protecting myself.
With bouncing breasts, a wild look in her eyes and another hiss, a mighty
uppercut mashed my jaws together and snapped my head back in a spray of blood
and spit lifting me onto my toes to be met by the taste of knuckles as strong
toned biceps powered her fist straight against my jaw.

I groggily opened my eyes not remembering hitting the mat. A shiny pair of
thigh-boots drew my gaze to skimpy briefs then a sensational topless torso
with hard firm abs. Overhead a mature woman in a large butterfly mask flexed
small defined biceps in a victory pose while smirking at me. I'd been punched
out by a petite slender topless mature woman! The realisation caused such a
huge lurch in my cock, I nearly blew my load. ?So you like it rough? she
stated with unsmiling lips then jumped down on top of me. ?So do I? she added
stretching out along the length of my body. "Please, I'm sorry" I begged not
wanting another beating but she of course ignored me. The feel of her toned
slender body and bare breasts against me was arousing and I stroked the tops
of her upper thighs as she spread them out on either side, enjoying the feel
of her smooth warm skin. The leather boots pressing in against the sides of my
knees alerted me to the danger. Too late! They force their way in beneath my
knees and hook the toes around the front of my calves. I raised my hands to
her shoulders to push her away but she grabbed my wrists and began to force
them down. Pushing back as hard as I could, helplessness crept over me as she
overpowered me with her slim toned arms and the back of my hands met the mat.
The feel of her bare breasts against my chest was arousing but I steeled
myself for what I knew what was coming but when it did it took my completely
by surprise. I cried out as my legs were ripped wide apart in an instant. How
can such a petite slender woman apply such a crippling grapevine press? I try
to bend and move my legs but they just won?t budge! There was no way I could
force my legs back together, the mature woman?s legs were just too strong.
Powerless to move, I stared as her breasts lift up right before my eyes,
dangling over my face as she presses herself up on my wrists pushing them into
the mat. ?No!? I begged as tremendous power flowed through her slender legs,
spreading mine as far as they would go. Pressing down on my wrists she raised
her pelvis high then slammed it down against my belly, like a punch to the
stomach. ?Is Mummy beating you up with her crotch?? she laughed, her back-end
rising again to slam down her scantily-covered pelvis over and over leaving me
breathless with an aching gut. I cried out at a further surge of power in her
slender legs pressed mine well beyond the limits of their flexibility into
socket wrenching agony.

Suddenly dangling breasts brush my face then lower, spreading soft femininity
over it trying to smother me, but I am unable to stop her as she kept my legs
wide and my hands pinned. It is a wonderful place to park my face although a
bit warm and stuffy. With the weight of her bare upper body behind them it was
getting hard to breathe. ?You used to love being there? I heard her tease ?You
still do by the look of things? she chuckled. Those sexy breasts lifted away
as she raised herself upon her arms then suddenly dropped back down. Hooking
an arm around my neck and the other sliding beneath my opposite arm pit, she
locked hands while trapping my arm. My arm stood up like a flagpole useless
and looking silly while the topless woman pressed against my shoulder applying
a scarf hold while her legs continued to disable my legs. To my horror the
power exerted by her legs increased even more. I caught sight of the mirror in
the changing area, shocked to see the outer thighs on her slender legs swollen
with toned fearsome muscle while her hamstrings resembled rocky hills. I could
feel their immense power ripping my legs so wide I feared they would snap like
a wishbone. I?m weeping in absolute agony yet the feel of her topless body
pressing against me is sensual, a reminder that a sexy feminine woman is
ripping me apart with overwhelming leggy power, giving me an absolutely
massive boner. The mature fighting woman released my neck then moved close so
that we were nose to nose with her eyes staring at me through her mask. ?Mummy
has strong legs? she purred in a sensual voice then chuckled at my shock as I
felt a hand reach back beneath her crotch and rest upon my erection. It was
now so tight in my shorts, it was painful. ?Such a thing to have for your
Mother? she purred as she undid my shorts to relieve the pressure. Her fingers
moulded the front of my pants around my tent-pole then began stroking it
steadily working its entire length while her strong legs continued to hold
mine apart. The feminine leggy power was much too much and I moaned loudly
cumming hard and heavy, the glorious release of all that pent-up sexual denial
blasting a massive load into my pants making them sopping wet. ?You did it
again!? the mature woman gasped ?Dirty boy!? she exclaimed then burst into
sniggering laughter as she released my legs before getting off me and to her
haunches by my side.

My legs are so stiff and aching from that fierce grapevine press I cannot move
them. ?Not as limber as your old mum? she sneered, the lines around her mouth
and eyes reminding me that I had blown my load for a much older woman. ?Not my
mother? I said trying to rub life back into my legs. Suddenly the masked woman
leapt astride my chest with those thigh-booted legs upon either side of my
head, grabbed my right wrist and bent it back over the top of her right thigh.
I shrieked as she slammed her other palm against the back of my elbow. ?How
disrespectful!? she growled pressing down upon my elbow to punish it. With
consummate skill of a Japanese fighting woman she rolled off to one side with
my arm captive forcing me to roll onto my side to face her. She looked freaky
wearing that mask while topless but then I was rolling again as she applied
pressure to my elbow while twisting my arm. With alarm I realise that my head
is going towards her open legs as she reclined before me and there is nothing
I can do about it. Hooking a thigh-boot around the back of my neck, I thought
she was drawing me into a head-scissors and therefore shocked when my face
slid all the way between her thighs to be pressed right up against the skimpy
briefs at her crotch. What an incredibly sexy position to find myself in! My
nose and mouth were separated from her pussy by a skimpy piece of material.
Despite only just cumming, my dick stirred as I breathed the woman?s sex. The
skimpy briefs fluttered against my lips as I groaned into them when her ankles
locked somewhere behind my head and her slender thighs tightened against the
sides of my head. ?Mummy was the best fighting domme in Tokyo? she said
stretching out her legs to give my head a squeeze while keeping my face firmly
pressed against her panties. ?That was long before the Internet!? she
chuckled. I moaned into her panties in a mix of arousal and discomfort. ?I had
to give it all up to marry your father then to give birth to you and raise
you? I felt the thighs enclosing my head on either side, enjoying the feel of
the soft leather and the contrast with the bare skin of the tops of her
thighs, so silky smooth and warm, feminine yet firm. ?I miss it? she sighed
?Now you?re older and your father is away a lot? How did she know that? I
stared lustfully at that beautiful body stretching away before me ?I want to
do it again except they said I?m too old. Men only want young sexy women? Her
thighs bulged beneath my hands forcing me to hold on as a tremendous angry
surge of power flowed through her beautiful slender legs making my face
tremble and shake and my teeth ache. ?I corrected them on that score? she
chuckled as thankfully the pressure eased. ?Now I train the girls and get to
beat down creeps who deserve it and I love it? she told me.

I couldn?t resist reaching out and running my hands over her firm gently
ribbed stomach then on up to her marvellous big boobs. ?ORA NO!? she
reprimanded sounding pissed then began sharply twisting my head from one side
to the other and back again while I clung onto the top of her thighs. ?Is this
how you treat women?? she scolded while continuing to flip my head from one
side to the other, in complete control. The sleek hard muscle on her outer
thighs bulged strongly under my palms turning me on even as she punished me.
?Is this how you treat your own mother?? she berated me, reminding me of being
told off as a child. Raising her hips, I was forced to my knees, while her
outer thighs bulged like steel girders as her legs powered down around my head
as I clung for dear life. She chuckled as a series of hard squeezes made my
head swirl. She was really deluded but the power was so intense my dick was
stiffening again. ?You don?t even recognise your own mother? She glared at me
through the mask ?Even when she?s only wearing a silly mask and sexy clothing.
Admittedly not much at the moment? The mature fighting woman was an absolute
goddess! Raising her thighs vertical while her booted calves closed behind my
head she forced my head at an uncomfortable angle. ?I don't like hurting you
but your attitude towards women stinks. I?ve a good mind to make you my
personal sub so I can dominate you in private at home to correct your attitude
towards women? With that she snapped her legs straight with such a jolt I
cried into her panties, the vibrations making her give a quiet moan. Again she
raised her thighs vertically forcing my face to be looking down at her crotch
then snapped them straight again with a hard jolt that strained my neck. Over
and over she repeated this manoeuvre rattling my brains and making me scream
into her panties. Each time, she moaned a little louder clearly getting turned
on.

Folding her legs into a figure 4 my face was pulled tighter against her crotch
where she began rubbing her pussy in small movements working herself off on my
face! Suddenly her backside thrust off the mat and I was screaming myself
hoarse into her crotch at the skull-splitting pressure. The vibrations of my
cries against her crotch made her moaned loudly and that in turn made me even
harder. My head is hurting and my cheeks feel like they are breaking but all I
wanted to do is to make the mature woman cum so hard that she?ll allow me to
take her. I began mouthing and licking her mound through her panties. ?No!?
she gasped ?I?m your mother? The MILF maintained the delusion but her hands
were pressing firmly on the back of my head and her legs held me tightly in
place. I was now so turned on, I was licking like crazy wanting to satisfy
this wonder-woman. Soon she was making the most amazing groans and cries of
arousal. I rubbed her tits and felt her taut ridged abs as that whole sexy
lithe toned body writhed in the most sensual manner that it spurred me on to
pleasure her even more while my dick was iron-hard in my damp pants. ?No, no,
no? she moaned like a demented woman her body taut and tense as she threw back
her head with her eyes closed and a look of bliss. Her legs painfully crushed
my cheeks and my teeth were chattering on the verge of breaking while she
tugged on my hair. ?Ohhhh Mummy?s cumming!? she cried out loud in orgasmic
excitement, not the words I wanted to hear but her legs were squeezing and
pulsing with an insane level of intensity as every muscle in her slender body
went as hard as steel. With loud cries of pleasure, she grabbed the back of my
head and gave several furious tugs painfully flattening my face on the front
of her pelvis while forcible moving my face up and down to rub against her
mound. She kept crying out, how many climaxes was this woman having? I don?t
know as her legs squeezed my vision out of existence then the rest of my
senses.

My eyes flew open and I sat up in a jerk, looking around at my unfamiliar
surroundings. Laughter drew my attention to a figure standing over me.
?Mother?? I asked questioningly, my eyes were blurry but I sensed something
was not right. ?Behold my disrespectful son? another figure said, I could make
out she wore a mask. ?Not my mother? I recalled ?Just a domme in a fetish
club? Just then another figure blocked my view to crouch before me with long
flowing black hair and a lean fit hour-glass figure with younger smouldering
features. ?Terrible. So disrespectful. You should punish him? a sultry voice
said. My eyes focussed and in astonishment I saw the tall beautiful woman of
my dreams right before me, wearing a tight silver Lycra one-piece swimsuit
that emphasised every curve and feature of her taut body and cut very high
over the hips. ?Reiko!? I gasp at my heart?s desire crouched provocatively
before me with her long thighs spread wide and a thin strip of material
covering her lady-bump. ?What he did to me borders on incest? the masked face
told her. ?Pervert!" the Goddess snapped at me "I want to watch your mother
put you in your place? she added with a teasing brush of my hair. ?Reiko? I
begged following as she rose, wanting to spend time with her. She moved aside
leaving me facing the mature woman and I was shocked to see that apart from
the mask she was completely naked. The thigh-boots had been removed to reveal
great looking toned legs with faint outlines of sleek muscle in her thighs and
calves. However the impact of the absence of skimpy briefs is electric,
stronger than Viagra. Noting my attention the masked woman turns slightly
sideways allowing me to marvel at her firm hour-glass figure with big perfect
rounded breasts and beautifully sculpted washboard abs. ?You like Mummy?s fit
body don?t you?? she asked with a tempting smile ?Orrrr yes please? I groan
aloud staring at her body lustfully and hoping to get my hands on it. ?Oh
Feck!? Reiko squeals with delight ?The little wanker has an erection for his
own mother!? I?d nearly forgot about her and turn to explain ?No! she's not my
real...? A sharp hiss as the point of an elbow hammers my sternum, silencing
me. The masked woman grabs my left arm and whips it around the front my own
throat. ?Bad boy, show respect for your mother? she growled pulling the edge
of my forearm against the carotid artery of my own neck. I clutched at her
hand with my free hand trying to release her grip, as I began to feel woozy.
?Pathetic!? she sneered with contempt while Reiko sniggered. Using one hand to
keep my own arm choking me, the naked woman hissed sharply and drove a fist
into my side, then hammered the side of my jaw. Whipping my arm over her
shoulder she kicked my legs away and threw me backwards over her hip with
tremendous speed to crash heavily upon the mat.

Applying an arm-bar to keep me in place I could do nothing except watch the
mature woman's pert rounded backside as her legs slid out to each side doing
the splits. Her flexibility aroused me and was unable to stop staring, my dick
rising in anticipation, as her sexy behind came closer. My face sank between
her smooth rounded buttocks and I felt utterly owned, struggling for breath
under the backside of a mature woman. ?Observe his erection? my mature
conqueror spoke as my dick went berserk lurching wildly inside my shorts ?He
has no restraint over it. Strip him so we can observe his humiliation? she
ordered then they both sniggered. ?You better use gloves they don?t look very
sanitary to me? the older woman said. Firmly planted in the mature woman?s
compact backside, I didn't want my manhood being exposed to Reiko but could do
nothing to prevent it. To make it worse, I getting turning on by the sheer
dominance of the naked woman sitting on my face, and getting harder by the
second. Suddenly a pair of gloves grab my shorts and pulls them down. ?Urrr!
they?re soaking wet!? Reiko squeals in disgust as the gloves return for my
pants. ?I?m sorry. My son could not contain his love for his mother? the older
woman explained. Reiko sniggered pulling off my pants while I lay trapped in
the older woman?s tight buttocks which just made it get harder.

?Look!? Reiko squealed ?He?s playing with himself? Horrified I realised my
hands had stolen to my dick. To my astonishment the masked woman's bare feet
surround my shaft and flexible toes grip my balls with formidable strength and
squeeze making me cry out into her backside. ?Play with it again and I?ll rip
it off!? she warned sternly. ?He is such a dutiful son. I expect he wants to
give me the worship I deserve? she stated to Reiko?s dirty snigger. ?Observe?
The woman leant forward causing her pert behind to rotate forwards allowing me
to breathe and have a better view of that tight bare peach hovering before my
face. ?My son thinks with his dick? she sneered brushing her fingers lightly
down the length of my shaft. "The refractory period for a man before he can
orgasm again varies but on average is 30 minutes" she lectured "However a
skilled woman can greatly reduce that. Observe" I tried to resist to prove she
didn't own me but her feather-light touch was electric and my manhood
responded immediately while Reiko?s filthy laugh burned my ears ?The lightest
of touches will turn him into a gibbering idiot? No I will hold out but I
struggled as soon as I felt her hot breath on my dick. ?Little is more? she
lectured ?Let his puny mind do all the work filling the gaps with expectation.
Observe? My will broke immediately as I felt her mouth surround the head of my
dick then slide slowly all the way to the base without touching the shaft. Her
mouth hovered there in an amazing deep throat while I was franticly moaning
like crazy and bucking my hips desperate for a blow job. Her lips closed
around the base of my being and slid slowly all the way to the top while I
moaned loudly in bliss. Her mouth left my shaft with a loud smack of her lips
and a suck. I went berserk, bouncing my hips back and forth in the air begging
for more while caressing her sexy tight buns. ?You hardly touched the little
wanker!? Reiko exclaimed. The mature woman?s hand enclosed my shaft and began
pumping agonisingly slowly ?You are amazing! He doesn?t stand a chance? Reiko
exclaimed in reverence. All my self-control broke and I raised my head to that
wonderful peach probing around the front of her crotch with my tongue. A gasp
told me I hit the spot and her hand sped up a little in reward but still
leaving me desperate. I never wanted to blast so much ?Reiko. My son wants to
date you? she said ?Pardon me? That little mother-effer!? my beauty laughed
scornfully ?I didn?t think so? the older woman chuckled then reached back to
grab the top of my face to hold it in place as her beautiful slender legs
swung back and closed against the sides of my face. With that firm compact
peach right before my eyes I felt her thighs exerting a firm pressure. ?You
like Reiko. She doesn?t want you? I heard her snigger. I groaned as her
slender legs tightened up like a vice. ?She has strong legs but my old legs
are more experienced? The beautiful rounded buttocks clenched with my face
jammed in between, crushing my nose and lower cheeks painfully. I tried
parting her butt cheeks but they were as hard as stone.

To my relief her buns of steel relax only for me to squeal as they snapped
tight in an instant. I could hear Reiko?s mocking laughter as the older woman
unleashed a series of rapid glute flexes sending waves of punishing power like
a jack-hammer against the sides of my face and neck. Such a feminine way to be
dominated, no wonder I had a raging hard-on and was bucking my hips wanting to
cum ?Wow look at that thing jerking about he?s going to blow? Reiko shrieked.
?Watch and learn? the naked mature Goddess on top of me said. Locking her
ankles behind me she folded her calves vertically then in towards the back of
my head pressing my face firmly between her buttocks then absolutely powered
down with such force I think my cheeks are going to implode and my neck snap.
I scream into her hard-clenching glutes. ?Happy Birthday son? the highly
skilled mature mistress laughs with maniacal delight as my dick throbs and
lurches stiffly in the air like a possessed conductor?s wand. I clutch at the
top of the back of her thighs only to feel hard bulging hamstrings full of
irresistible feminine power and know I never stood a chance. I tap frantically
on her small firm buttocks expecting and receiving no mercy. "What a pathetic
loser" Reiko sneers. As my vision blurs and my heart beats loud in my ears, a
warm fugginess devours me before my dick erupts with the biggest strongest
orgasm I?ve ever had. ?Cum fountain!? Reiko squealed with delight, her voice
sounding far away and muffled.

I open my eyes to find myself on a mat with the sound of brushing close-by.
The cleaner ignored me, he?s seen it all before. With every part of me aching
and bruised and my gut still sore, I gathered my discarded stuff and walk as
dignified as a naked man can to the changing area. Back in my work clothes I
leave the otherwise empty building and head into the dark to make my way to
the station and the long journey home. Memories of the masked mature woman
kept replaying scenes of her domination of me with her supremacy of the
martial arts and her strong super-fit toned body. Her eerie physical
resemblance and voice to my mother was unnerving yet kind of exciting. I had
never had such a hard beat-down in my life and it really hurt yet in
retrospect it seemed all the more exhilarating and I found my hand wandering
to the front of my trousers more than once. Thoughts of Reiko vanished as all
I could think of was the mature mistress and wondering how soon I could get
the money together for another session with her. Finally reaching home and
opening the door I am surprised by my Mother waiting in a nice black floral
wrap-around robe. I give her a kiss on the cheek telling her that it is late
and she needn?t have stayed up for me, but feel her shoulders tense beneath my
hands. "What happened to your face?" she asked in concern. I touch my face and
realise it is swollen and bruised from the mature domme's beat-down. "Some
guys got drunk and tried to start a fight. I sorted it. I'm OK Mother,
honestly" I told her but noticed her mouth tightening before turning on her
heels and walking into the house. Following, I notice the robe only came down
to her knees and she wore high heels, which was unusual. Even more surprising
is the hard swell of muscular calves, not large but toned and defined that I
never noticed before but then I don?t remember seeing her legs before. ?Did
you have a good birthday?? She stopped and faced me. ?Yes after work I went
for some drinks with some work colleagues? I told her. Suddenly her hands
whipped up shaped like blades. ?Hi!? a shrill shout and something very fast
shot up towards my face. The sole of a shoe slammed against my jaw with such
force, I would have been sent flying if Mother hadn?t seized my right arm. A
sharp hiss then her robe fell back revealing a flash of bare legs as it
flashed high and the top of her foot pounded my face again while releasing my
arm, sending me to the floor.

Looking up I saw Mother lower a slender leg back to the floor. I was stunned,
she just kicked me! I couldn?t believe it, she never did martial arts! Was I
day-dreaming about Madame Priest? Rubbing my jaw, I looked at her in confusion
?Don?t lie to me? she said in an angry tone ?You were at Club Priest wasting
your hard earned money? she accused. Shock and shamed flooded me, how did she
know about that? ?I can explain? I said getting to my feet, not knowing how to
explain it. ?Don?t bother? she snapped then rushed towards me, grabbed my
right arm and turned her side into me while slipping an arm around my waist. I
was stunned to feel a bump of a hip then I was flying over her hip at whiplash
speed to crash heavily on my back. No, this couldn?t be happening, my mother
had just thrown me and I was horrified to find myself getting aroused. ?I know
you were there? she said slipping her feet from her shoes. ?Because you had a
session? her hands went to the front of her robe ?With me? I gasped as the
robe slipped away to reveal an all too familiar body, a hot fit toned one that
made my manhood stiffen. Other than a skimpy pair of briefs, it was as naked
as I?d last seen it. ?No, you can?t be Madam Priest!? I gasped as my world
came crashing down ?Do I really have to mess up your face more to prove it??
she said with a familiar mocking smirk. "I'd like to see you explain that to
your boss tomorrow" she sneered. I began to rise but only got as far as a low
crouch facing her taut belly when her hands gently stopped me. She stared at
me, her washboard abs rising and falling which I found hard to stop stoking my
lust. Gently cupping my chin, she lifted it forcing me to look her in the
eyes. ?Did you enjoy your birthday present from Mummy?? she asked in a hard
tone. ?Yes Mother it was...amazing? I told her earnestly ?You seem troubled.
Did I disappoint you?? ?No Mother" I admitted, shamed "but I did not it was
you behind that mask" ?I kept telling you, didn?t I?? she chuckled ?Hai? I
affirmed hanging my head in shame ?I thought you were play-acting and you gave
me a really hard beating? I pointed out ?That you were willing to pay for? she
sniggered, her abs rising and falling like beautiful slabs of white chocolate.
?Hai? I acknowledged submissively ?I am a good fighting domme? she stated.
?Hai. You are incredible? I admitted ?But you, er-hem you-know? I was too
ashamed to say it ?Dominated you physically and sexually as you expected to
be? she replied ?Yes, but you?re my mother? I told her.

She pointed my face at her firm belly and ran a hand over her hard abs. ?Yes I
am. I keep myself fit and strong and you clearly like it? she stated.
Shamefully I found my Mother?s body so hot my dick was throbbing. Flexing her
abs before my face, I was stunned to find it pushed against them. ?Kiss? she
commanded and I couldn?t refuse, kissing the hard column of grooved muscle in
the centre of her belly and working my tongue into the grooves between the
lightly defined blocks. I am absolutely throbbing for her but deeply ashamed
to have such base feelings for my mother ?Look at you all over me like a rash
after disregarding me for so many years. Pathetic? she sneered. Lifting my
face she stopped me ?From now on, you will pay rent to live here? she told me.
?Hai? I affirmed sheepishly but my eyes were drawn to her perfectly rounded
breasts ?You will come straight home from work each day and instead of wasting
your money on that club you will pay me? she said. ?Why do think your father
is rarely home. He?s too old and scared to give me a good workout any more? my
jaw dropped at that ?You will take his place and fight back hard to make me
sweat but I will give you a hard beat-down, the works" she stated. "I will
treat you like one of my clients, you are a grown man after all. I will
humiliate you as I please but don't even think of asking for intercourse" she
warned. ?I?m stronger than you and a far better fighter. By the time I've
finished with you, you will have respect for women? she stated and I hung my
head in shame. ?And forget about Reiko. She is not good enough for you? she
declared, however staring at that remarkable body with a living carpet of
sensually moving muscle on her belly and big rounded breasts I was not
bothered because getting to grapple with that, was more appealing.

?Now go to bed and no doubt dream about Madame Priest? she ordered. "No doubt
I will have to wash your nightclothes and sheets in the morning" she sniggered
scornfully. However it wasn?t the masked woman?s sexy fit body I lusted after
that night and each after, it was that of her secret altar-ego, my own mother
who had given me the best birthday present ever. Yes, I felt deeply ashamed
afterwards but I just couldn't help myself.