The Newlyweds Part 2 Training Session
by Madman
 
 
 
 
Ever since Julie trounced me in wrestling, our relationship has changed. 
She became the alpha or dominant partner.  Not the leather clad whip
toting type as we still had a loving and sharing relationship.  But she
no longer asked me to do things, instead she told me.  Whether it
involved washing dishes or social plans, she calmy told me what I was to
do and I complied without reservations.  Today was Thursday, she had the
afternoon off from her health club job, and she always prepared a really
nice dinner.  I was a few minutes late leaving the office and rushed
home, as I was hungry.  I looked forward to a good meal and some quality
time with Julie.
 
When I got home, Julie was wrestling with another girl on her aerobic
mats.  They arose and Julie told me that this was Carla, a new aerobics
instructor at her club.  As Carla and I exchanged greetings, I noticed
she was a beautiful girl, although much different than my wife.  Julie
was a tall muscular girl, 5'10" and 150 pounds, while Carla was slender
and much smaller, about 5'4" and 120 pounds.  Carla was hispanic with
beautiful olive skin, long wavy black hair and very dark green eyes.
 
Julie told me "I told Carla how beating a man in wrestling is not only
fun, but gives her control of the relationship.  She was interested and
asked me to teach her how."
 
I said "That might be true, but Carla is so small.  How could she beat a
larger man?"
 
Julie answered "Her boyfriend is bigger than you, but if she learns the
right techniques, I'm sure she could.  Maybe you'd like to help us?"
 
I declined and told her that I wanted to rest for a while before dinner. 
Julie approached me and stated "I think you will help us."  As she spoke,
she took hold of my arm with both hands and flung me down on the mat. 
She sat on my chest, pinning me down, and spoke to Carla as if I wasn't
even there.
 
"The first thing to do is to work on one body part, like an arm.  This
does two thing.  First, you can disable the arm which makes it hard for
him to fight back.  Secondly, men are such babies.  Give them a little
pain and they can't deal with it, they will break down for you.  Since
you're new at this, I'll help you by holding him down and showing you
some holds."  "The easist one." she said as she demonstrated, "is to grab
his wrist with one hand and bend his fingers back with the other."  Julie
ignored my yelps of pain and told Carla to try this with my other hand. 
Carla eagerly complied, and not knowing her own strength, actually bent
my fingers back harder than Julie.
 
"That's very good," Julie commented, "but most holds are easier to use if
you put him on his stomach."  She rolled me over without getting off me. 
"Now he can't see what you are doing and he can't reach back with his
other arm to defend himself.."  "Here's one that is very effective," she
stated as she twisted my arm behind my back in a hammerlock.  "Now you
try it."
 
Julie got off my back, but befor I could move, Carla replaced her and
applied her hammerlock.  With both her arms forcing my arm to an awkward
angle, I was helpless and in a lot of pain.  I begged her to let me go. 
Ignoring my pleas, Julie told Carla to hold my wrist down on my back with
one hand and to pull my elbow up with the other.  She informed her, "This
is called a chickenwing and its another good way to attack his arm."  As
Carla employed this variation, Julie asked me which one hurt more. 
 
"I think this one does," I grunted in agony.
 
"I'm not sure," Julie observed.  "Try the hammerlock again Carla."  Julie
had Carla sitch back between the two holds several times.  Each time, she
asked me which one hurt the most with the cool detachment of an eye
doctor testing lenses.  They both hurt a lot and my arm felt like a limp
noodle.
 
"Here's another good one, watch me" Julie announced.  She grabbed my free
wrist and placed one foot above my shoulder and the other foot in my ribs
below it.  She pulled my arm while pushing both her legs against me. 
"See'" she told Carla, "I'm using both my legs and both my arms against
his arm.  This works no matter how big he is.  It's like the rowing
machine at our club."  She sat up so she could see and told Carla to
apply this hold on my other arm.
 
Carla really pushed hard into her hold, Lacking any concern that my wife
may have had about my welfare.  Excitedly Carla exclaimed, " This is
great, Julie, why don't we both do it together.?"
 
"Sounds good to me," Julie replied and she leaned back into her hold. 
All I could do was to helplessly kick my feet and it felt like both my
arms were going to be pulled out of their sockets.  I tried to protest
but both women ignored me and continued to stretch my arms.
 
After a while, Julie informed Carla, "Now we are ready for the next
phase" while she rolled me over to my back.  She did'nt even need to pin
me down, I was too weak and sore to move at the time.  "Use your
strongest body part, your legs, to squeeze any remaing resistance out of
him.  Just wrap your thighs around his head, cross your ankles and
squeeze the hell out of him."
 
Carla did just that.  Although her legs were much smaller thatn Julie's,
they were siry and strong and she applied a lot of pressure.  "You know
Carla," Julie said, "because your legs are thin, you can probably do
something that I can't.  Use your calves and get him right around the
throat."  Carla adjusted her hold so that my neck was trapped between her
sleek hard lower legs. She was pressing into my adam's apple and it was
much worse than the head scissors.  I tried to gurgle out a plea for
mercy, but could not speak.  I doubt that they would have had any mercy
even if they could hear me.
 
Julie told Carla not to squeeze too hard or she would knock me out.  "The
idea is to control him and punish him for as long as you want," Julie
said as she continued Carla's lesson.  "If you knock him out too soon,
your fun is over."  Carla let up just a little on my next.  She continued
to maintain her powerful hold and was gleesfully enjoying my discomfort. 
She told Julie how much fun she was having.
 
"Now you have total control, you can do anything you want," Julie
continued with her lesson for Carla.  "If you want to talk to him, sit on
his chest and pin his arms under your legs.  Now he will be completely
helpless."  Carla followed the instructions, and even though she was a
small girl, I was too worn down to  push her off.  Julie told her, "If he
doesn't say what you want to hear, you have both of your hands free.  You
can choke him, slap him, tweak his nose or anything else that you can
think of.  He'll come around to your way of thinking."
 
Carla amused herself by trying out all of Julie's suggestions.  She added
a few of her own tortures as well.  She pulled my ears and pinched my
cheeks hard.  She bounced up and down on my chest, making her weight feel
like a lot more.  I was pinned for several minutes with now way to
escape.  I knew that I would remain pinned down until the women decided
to let me up.  Once again, they ignored me, and talked between themselves
as if I wasn't even there.  They gossiped about other health club
employees and discussed fashion, cosmetics and their favorite movie
stars.
 
Finally, Julie told Carla that by now her victim would agree to any
demand in order to be set free.  I thought the session was over.  But
Julie told Carla, "Just so he remembers who is the boss, it's a good idea
to put him in one more painful hold before letting him go.  There's lots
of the, try this one."
 
Julie told Carla how to lock my ankles under her armpits and flip me over
face down on the mat.  She instructed her to sit down on my back while
pulling up my legs.  "This is called a boston crab and it is a very
effective hold," Julie continued.  Effective was an understatement, as my
lower back was being painfully stretched to its limit.  I slapped the mat
in agony and pleaded for release, but again was ignored by both women. 
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Julie told Carla that she
could stop now and that she had punished me enough for one day.
 
As I laid on the mat, trying to recoup my strength, I heard Julie talking
to Carla. "You did great for your first time, we'll have to do this
again.  Soon you can take on my husband without my help."  She gave Carla
a couple of my mixed wrestling videos and told her to study them to learn
new ways to dominate a man in wrestling.  By this time, I was able to sit
up and I asked Julie what she had made for dinner tonight.
 
She replied, "With all this time helping Carla with wrestling, I had no
time to cook,  I think you can take Carla and me out to dinner. 
Wrestling sure has built up our appetite."