Karen's Niece Part 2
By Karen Young email: Karen12613@aol.com



I decide to show my 15-year-old niece the joys of female domination.

The next day after Stacy's introduction to grappling, our workout had the same
intensity we'd enjoyed all week.

Stacy worked with the free weights today, and I couldn't help but notice that
she planted herself right in front of the wall mirror as she powered through
her sets. She seemed so focused as she watched her teen body flex through the
curls and lifts. She was doing one arm curls, and holding the curl, seemingly
admiring the impressive bicep. Her definition is not that of a body builder by
any means, but it is far more impressive than most women and extremely
impressive for someone her age. I am again struck at her confidence in herself
and her comfort with herself. Every guy under 30, (and a few who are over) has
hit on her since she's been working out here and she takes it completely in
stride, like its just another day if three guys ask you out. If I sound
envious, it is because I am. As a single woman, I was shy, and pretty much a
loner. Anyway, she was quit happy with her performance today as evidenced by
her chipper mood on the way home.

"You really are showing me something on the weights."

Thanks. I started lifting in Jr. high. You have to for cheering. Everyone
thinks cheerleaders are not strong, but really, we're the best athletes in the
school."

"I agree that it has gotten a lot more athletic since I went to school."

"I get so mad at Josh. He thinks the girls on the squad are just stuck up
princesses. He couldn't make it through one of our practices if his life
depended on it." We both laughed.

"Maybe its time you prove it to him."

"You mean, like with Eric?"

"Yes. Do you think you could handle him?"

"Its so hard to tell. I mean, I know he's probably stronger just because he's
bigger. But I am definitely in better shape physically."

"Well, as you learned today, there is a lot you can do to overcome a size
difference."

When we got home I took her through some of the more aggressive take downs
I've learned. One we spent a lot of time on is the Harai Goshi. It's a hip
throw that lands your opponent on his back and puts you in a commanding
position to put an arm lock. I showed her a foot sweep technique also where
you slip his feet out from under him. Both takedowns work very well against
someone larger and stronger. The key is position and speed.

She has natural athletic ability and took to them both easily. She moves in
very quick fluid compact motions. She was very excited trying them on me. What
was so great was how relaxed we both were. We were not competing at all. I'd
show her how to apply a specific chokehold and I'd press the hold so she could
see how painful it was and what it could do. Then I'd release her and talk her
through putting me in the hold. At first, she was shy about pressing the hold.
She didn't want to hurt me. But after some encouragement, she was gaining more
and more confidence and pressing the holds harder and harder.

That night, Stacy invited Josh over for dinner. We ate Chinese out of the
cartons while my husband toiled away in his office. After we cleaned up, I
took a bath. I am going to have Stacy write the rest of this part.

I can't believe how much fun I've had this week. Aunt Karen has showed me so
many cool and amazing wrestling and judo holds. I can't believe I'm actually
going to use them on Josh. I'm a little nervous. I mean, in the gym yesterday,
it was easy because we were just competing. It was never personal. Well, it
got personal after he hit me! I was so pumped after that. It was so cool to
feel him struggle. And to see how angry he got losing to a girl. I always
believed I was very strong. For the time I spend working out, I should feel
this way. But I never tested myself like that ever. It was so exciting.

Anyway, now with Josh, it's going to be weird, because I know him. I don't
know how he'll react. If I beat him, will he still like me? If I lose to him,
will I be able to deal with that? I just don't know. I don't even know yet how
I will get him to do this. Aunt Karen told me it would be easy. Just start
talking about it and he'll jump at it. She went upstairs while Josh and I
watched TV.

"I love working out at my aunt's gym. The people there are awesome. I think
I'm going to join."

"Don't you workout enough in school and at practices and stuff?"

"I'll still do that, but this is so much better cause there are people who
really know about fitness and strength training."

"Well, you know I think you look great as you are, but whatever."

You see that. I hate that. 'I look great', like that's all that matters. I
look great for me, not for him or anyone else. I wanted to say that to him,
but I didn't want to start an argument. Well, not that argument anyway.

"I took a grappling class."

"Grappling?"

"Yea, you know, wrestling, judo, some jujitsu."

"How'd you do?"

"I did great. I won my first real match, against a guy!"

"Hah. Really?"

"Yes, really."

"He must have been a wimp."

"Um, excuse me. He wasn't a wimp."

"Come on Stacy, any guy who takes a grappling class with a bunch of women has
got to be a wimp. One of those guys who can't get girls the normal way. I bet
he loved 'grappling' with you." He put his hands up like making quotation
marks when he said grappling. I hate that!

"Maybe you should ask him Josh. I bet he answers that he didn't enjoy a single
minute of it, as he had to submit to me and admit I was better. And for the
record, he's probably in better shape than you."

"Stacy, unless this guy was like 4 feet tall, there is no way you could have
beaten him unless he let you win. You know, there are guys who are into that."

Aunt Karen was right, this was too easy.

"Oh, you don't know what you are talking about. I beat him because I'm in
better shape than he was and because I'm a better wrestler. It would be no
different if I wrestled you."

"You have got to be kidding me."

He glanced over at me and I could tell for the first time he was getting
nervous, like he was really thinking about it seriously for the first time.

"I am very serious. I can prove it if you like?"

"You want to wrestle me?"

"To be honest, yes I do. But you have to promise that you accept whatever
happens, and not get all pissed off."

"Whatever happens will be me pinning your ass."

"For your information, we'd wrestle until a submission. That's when you tell
me you can't go on and you want me to release you."

"Ha ha. You are very funny."

"I'm serious."

I stand up.

"What, right now? Here?"

"No. Lets go into my Aunt's basement. She's got a mat down there."

"Oh please, after you."

He follows me downstairs. My insides where like totally jumping. I was so
excited and nervous. I wanted to beat him so much. Not to hurt him bad, but
hurt him enough so he knows I'm better. It's the wildest thing I have ever
felt.

We get down stairs and stand on the mat. I take off my shoes and socks and he
does the same.

"We really shouldn't do this in our clothes on. We should be able to move
without them getting in our way, to be fare."

"You propose we go commando?"

"Well, down to our underwear at least."

"Dang, you are nuts Stacy. If your mom could see you know, she'd disown her
sister." He laughed, and to be honest, I did too.

We started to undress, each never taking our eyes off of the other. He's seen
me in a bikini so it was no big deal.

He was in his boxers in about 2 seconds. I got down to my cotton jockeys and
bra. I feel so silly writing this next part, but Aunt Karen wanted me to
describe it this way. She wanted me to really think about my body because that
was important. I never talk about myself like this because I think people who
do are stuck up. But I said I would so here goes. I have a great body. There
is like no fat on me. I workout a lot and I run and lift weights. My arms and
legs are muscular, but very sexy. Like, I have muscle tone and can flex and
make a muscle and everything, but I'm not huge like those bodybuilders. I
think I have perfect cheerleader's legs. Strong and sexy. My stomach is hard
from all the crunches I do. You can definitely see the muscles there. My bra
is a 32b cup. My arms and shoulders are also toned. I have a nice bicep, just
not huge or anything. I have always been comfortable with showing my body. I
don't show off, but I don't hide it either. You see a lot of girls who don't
want anyone to look at them. I am not like that.

Josh has a nice body too and was looking fine in the boxers. He had a nice
flat stomach, and the hair was like, right there, a little line up to his
bellybutton and a little in the center of his chest. He has nice arms and
shoulders. Not really muscular, but firm and hard I guess. I can see him
looking at me very closely. I think maybe he never looked at me this way. I
think he was getting nervous.

We just faced each other. Here it was, the moment of truth.

"Now, we wrestle until someone submits. Are you ready?"

"Anytime you are."

We moved closer and he tried to grab my wrist. I quickly pulled away. He moved
in faster and I grabbed his. I used the foot sweep thing and kicked his feet
out and he fell. I had grabbed his wrist and held on as he fell and quickly
twisted his arm behind his back. This forced him onto his stomach and I
pressured the arm lock. I stood and placed my foot over his shoulder blade and
twisted the arm.

"Damn, owe, that hurts!!! Stacy!!!"

"What's the matter Josh?"

I twisted a little further and pressed my foot down harder. His other arm was
smacking the mat and he was kicking his legs. I had him easy and it felt
amazing! I never felt so strong in my life. I wanted to just hold him there,
keep twisting. I was like so winning. It was awesome. Josh was under my foot.
He was weak and he was in my power. That's all that I kept thinking. He was
mine!

"Stacy, ok, ok, I submit. Let go." When he said that, I got a feeling inside
me that I never felt before. I mean, I've felt it before, but not nearly this
strong.

I let him go and he rolled onto his back and started rubbing his shoulder and
arm. "Damn! That hurt."

"Of course it did silly. That's the idea!"

"That wasn't wrestling. You tricked me."

"No Josh. I beat you. Fair and square. Would you like to try again?"

He got up slowly, still moving his arm gingerly. I felt so confident now. I
knew I would not beat him that easily again, but I was pretty sure I could
handle him no matter what he tried.

"You think you're so hot. I don't care if you get hurt Stacy, I'm serious."

"I think maybe you should be worried about me hurting you big man!"

He charged me, grabbing me around the waist. I stumbled back and fell hard on
my back. He grabbed my wrists and was trying to pin my arms to the ground. I
was pushing up and my biceps where bulging. I mean, they are not huge, but
they definitely were hard. I was so excited. He was getting real mad because
he couldn't pin them. He was trying to straddle me and I was using my legs,
kicking and spinning us. He was breathing very hard as we struggled.

I was trying to roll onto my stomach but he was laying on me, across my chest
almost. I finally succeeded in getting to my side. He was using all of his
strength to pin my left shoulder back down. He had both of his hands on me and
I was pushing him away as hard as I could.

I was trying to think about the things Aunt Karen taught me, about how when
someone is stronger, you let them in, then you don't let them out, or
something like that. His face was getting red when I let him pin my shoulder
down. But before he could gain positing, I quickly snaked my right arm around
his neck and pull his face into me for a headlock. I continued rolling left
and now had him in a tight headlock. I got my other hand free and grabbed my
wrist and tightened the hold. I leaned over him, rolling him to his back. He
was kicking and struggling to escape. I spread my legs apart like Aunt Karen
showed me, which kept him from dislodging me.

"Jesus! You are strong!"

I smiled inside as he continued to struggle.

I felt so strong holding him like this. His thick body beneath mine. It was
the sexiest thing I have ever done.

I could feel him struggling beneath me. It was amazing. His breathing got
tight and he was really red now.

"OK, I give." I let him go.

"Stacy my god are you strong."

I gave him a one arm bicep flex. I felt like a goddess.

"I think you've had enough Josh."

"I can't believe I let you beat me twice."

"Josh, you did not let me beat you. I beat you easily."

He was upset but deep down, I knew he knew I was right. "Don't feel bad. I
just workout a lot more than you do. I can show you some moves if you'd like."

"Look at you. I guess you think you're a hot shot now."

"Josh, I'm trying to be nice."

"Just because you're a jock doesn't mean your better than me."

"No it doesn't. But it means that I can beat you at wrestling. And that's
important."

We were both sitting across from each other, our arms resting on our knees.
For the first time in our relationship, I did not feel weak or inferior or
anything. I just felt like me and I liked the way it feels.

"Its not important Stacy. So you're a better wrestler. Even if I accepted
that, which I don't, what does it prove?"

"You don't think physical strength makes a difference?"

"Yea, if you're a fireman, or if you were a caveman and had to hunt and kill
your own food or whatever. But what difference does it make now?"

"You don't think guys treat girls a certain way because they are stronger? I
mean, mostly not on purpose, but there is definitely a feeling of superiority,
even if it's just subconscious."

"Guys usually are stronger. So what?"

"Josh, it makes a huge difference. Knowing or being able to control someone
physically can change everything. You have no idea."

"You have been hanging out at the gym to much Stacy. I don't think it matters
at all. We are still who we are."

"What if I wanted something from you? It could be anything. Being stronger,
I'm much more likely to get it."

"How do you figure? Are you going to force me?"

"I'd rather not, but knowing I can should make it pretty clear to both of us."
I lean forward, not sure if he was understanding what I was saying.

"Are you telling me you would force me to do something?"

"Yes I am."

"Bullshit. First of all, you are not stronger than me. Second of all, even if
you were, I would not let you make me do anything anyway."

"Well, there's only one way to prove it than." I stand up. "Shall we?"

He stands across from me. We faced off again. I moved quick like I was going
to grab him and he backed away. I almost giggled. He was actually afraid. I
love it! We hooked up together, our hands on each other's shoulders. He was
starting to push me down. I was trying so hard to force him down, but he was
too strong. Even so, I was holding my own. His arms were quivering.

I started to go to my knees and I spun around quickly, moving my back to him.
His arms fell off my shoulders and he put me in a bear hug. I got my arms
inside but he was squeezing me tight. He started to lift me and for a second I
was afraid he was going to body slam me. But as I got a few inches off the
ground he quickly lowered me. He is not as strong as he needs to be to do
that.

I then knew what I was going to do. I lifted my legs off the ground. I was
making him support all of my weight by holding my legs up. He started to
buckle and next thing I knew, he sort of fell forward, still holding me, but
on his knees. I kicked up and rolled onto my back and used my legs to catch
his head. At first, I couldn't grab him but I held onto his arm and tried
again and as I stretched my legs up and back, I pulled his arm and I caught
his head in my calves.

I rocked to my side and he fell over when I moved up the scissor and got his
head in my thighs. He used his hands and was trying to push me away. I felt
him struggle as he pressed against my firm abs (Aunt Karen is editing here
lol).

What I felt was how out of breath he was. We were not struggling that long but
he would break from struggling and just take time to breath which made it very
easy for me to further tighten the hold. I held his right arm against my chest
and he was on his side now, totally in my control.

"Give up Josh. There's no way you're getting out of this."

He struggled some more and I swear, it was the most exciting thing that ever
happened to me, to feel my bf struggle between my strong legs was so f- ing
hot! I didn't know what to do. I just continued to hold him. He was kicking
his legs, trying to catch me with them but he had neither the strength nor
coordination to do it. I ended up leaning on both of his legs, holding them
under my right arm.

We stayed like this for at least a couple of minutes. I felt his body rise and
fall with each heavy breath. I felt fine myself as I'd barely broken a sweat.
My body was so pumped.

"Just give up Josh."

"No! I wont!" It wasn't anger, but sadness I heard in his voice. If I didn't
know better, I'd say he was crying.

"Its OK Josh. Just tell me you give and I'll let you go."

"I don't want to give up."

"You want me to keep you like this? Hurting you?" I squeezed my thighs a
little harder.

"No!"

"Then just say 'I give' and I'll stop."

"What, so you can laugh at me."

"I'm not going to laugh at you Josh. It was just a contest. I wanted to prove
that I could beat you and I did. Now admit it an I'll let you go."

We stayed like this a little longer. I was getting impatient and I squeezed a
little harder. I know it was getting hard for him to breath, but I still
wasn't using even half of my strength.

"Josh, you have to submit. If you don't, I promise you aren't going to like
what I'm going to do next."

"What can be worse than this!" was his muffled response.

"Josh, please. I don't want to do this to you. But I will if I have to. Just
admit that I beat you, tell me you give."

"No! I'm not doing it. I don't care how much it hurts! He was definitely
crying as his voice was quivering.

Now Aunt Karen and I talked about this. She told me he'd be very stubborn.
When I first talked about this next part, I never thought I'd be able to do
it. But after getting to this point, I was very confident that this is what I
wanted to do.

I moved slightly. I lifted my left leg and quickly stuffed his right are into
the opening, then I clamped tight again. I rolled him flat on his back where
his head and neck were in the fold of my leg. My other leg closed the lock and
I was on my one knee. I pinned his left arm to the mat with my right. I was
staring down at his stomach and his boxers.

I put my free hand over his privates. As soon as I touched him, his body
stiffened and he stopped breathing. "What the fuck are you doing?"

"I know this is going to be hard Josh." Giggle. "What I mean is that I know it
will be hard for you to take. I'm giving you one last chance."

"You bitch!"

I lifted the elastic of his shorts and I lowered them, moving my hand back and
forth lowering them further. Josh and I had made out and did some touching and
stuff. I've felt him before, but never seen him up close like this. I started
touching him, massaging him.

"Oh God! Stacy, don't do this."

I continue to touch him. His breathing is getting shallow and he has stopped
resisting. I feel him begin to respond.

"Please stop Stacy." He's crying a little harder now. I feel so bad for doing
this. I want to do it, but I feel bad at the same time. He is just lying
beneath me, all of his fight gone. I'm taking advantage of him because I am
stronger than he is.

He's hard now, and I start to stroke him. Slow steady movements. He struggles
now, trying in vain to get away but its no use.

"Stacy, I'm begging you, please don't make me. I give. I admit that you beat
me. Please stop."

"I'm sorry Josh. I asked you before. It's to late now. I suggest you relax now
and just accept this."

I feel him breathing and crying. His face is totally beneath me, right in my
crack. I can't believe I'm doing this. Worse, I can't believe how good it
feels. Aunt Karen explained that I had to concentrate on what I was doing.
That I can enjoy myself, but not to become too distracted. It wasn't easy.

He was sobbing now, angry and sad. He lifted up his hips in one last attempt
to throw me off.

I kept stroking him. I have seen pictures of this, so I had an idea of what
was going to happen. I still wasn't prepared for when he climaxed. I felt his
body stiffen and then he shot. Globs of white came out of him and landed on
his stomach and chest. One shot even reached my thigh and I felt the hot thick
liquid drip down.

I was so excited. I wanted to touch myself so bad. I became almost lightheaded
watching him spasm.

When he was done, I unfolded my legs and just sat with my legs open on either
side of him. He was lying still, with his arm folded across his eyes. He was
still quivering and crying.

I put my hand on his shoulder, "Josh, I'm sorry I had to do that to you. But
you weren't listening."

"I can't believe you did that to me." He sat up, facing away from me.

I got up and stepped around him. He was beginning to pull his shorts up.

"No Josh, I want you to stay like this a while."

"What for?"

"Because I want you to." I put my hands on his wrists and looked right in his
eyes. He just looked at me with such despair.

He left his shorts alone and rested his hands again. "Do you understand what I
mean now Josh?"

He took his hands off of his shorts and just shrugged. "I can't believe this."

I felt so powerful right here. Because I was making him stay uncovered and I
knew it was making him uncomfortable. "Do you think that you are going to be
able to accept this Josh?"

"You mean you telling me what to do and making me do it?"

"Yes, something like that."

"Do I have a choice?"

"No, you don't."

"Why are you doing this to me?"

"Because I can I guess. Because it feels good. I know it may not seem fare to
you, but this is how it's going to be."

Another tear began to move down his face. "Josh, don't be upset. Accept it. It
does not mean I don't respect you, or I don't want to be with you. I do. I
just want it to be this way."

We talked some more and then I let him get dressed. He quietly left and I went
upstairs to see my Aunt.

When Stacy told me what happened, I was enthralled. I mean, it was so exciting
to see this bright young teenager describe how she totally dominated her
boyfriend. I told her that I was very very proud of her. I told her that most
adults would not understand what she did and that she should probably keep it
to herself, but that I think it's the best thing ever.

As I slept that night, I was wondering what I had done. I think Stacy learned
such a great lesson today, and her self-confidence and self-esteem will be so
high from this. On the other hand, I know she is a minor, a child really. And
so is Josh. Did I take it to far, encouraging Stacy to behave this way? Or did
I simply release the feelings she had all ready, which in fact lots of girls
with the right training and skill have. It is something I would think about a
great deal over the next several weeks as this progressed.

Please email comments to karen12613@aol.com