The Newlyweds Part 6 The Barbeque Party             
by Madman
 
 
Kudos to Jim Lake and Nick Sloan for inspiring this story.  I hope it
maintains the tradition of fine newlywed wrestling domination stories on
this site.  For previous chapters of this story as well as others see the
Madman author file.  As always, I welcome comments and suggestions to be
posted on the Readers and Writers message board.  Many of my stories have
resulted from those suggestions and hopefully many more will do so in the
future,
 
 
 
Julie's guests were starting to arrive for her outdoor barbeque party and
I was already exhausted.  While Julie had made the plans, I had to do all
the work.  All the cleaning, setting up the tables and chairs, all the
cooking and preparations were my responsibility to do as Julie ordered. 
The chicken and salmon were almost done on the grill and I had the salad
and side dishes laid out.  I had prepared the beverage table with a
variety of alcoholic and non-alcoholic drinks.   Eventually, all the
guests arrived consisting of some of Julie's health club co-workers and
some of her best friends.  There were about twenty of them, all female,
and most were extremely attractive.  I was not permitted to invite people
to the party.
 
Julie made me walk around with trays of hors d'oeuvres that I had
prepared that morning and offer to mix people drinks for at least a half
hour.  Finally, it was time to eat and I thought that I would get some
much needed rest.  However, every few minutes Julie made me check with
all the guests to see if they need drink refills or anything else.  I
really didn't get to enjoy the food that I had prepared.  When it was
time for desert, I had to take a tray of pastries to each table so her
guests could make their selections.  I also provided them with coffee and
brandy. 
 
When the meal was over, Julie announced that she was providing
entertainment for them.  She said that she was going inside to change and
that I would rearrange the chairs so that everyone could see.  A few
minutes later, Julie returned wearing a two piece aerobics outfit.  She
was barefooted and as usual her tall strong body looked magnificent. 
Without looking freakishly bulky, every muscle on her well defined 5'10"
160 pound body stood out in relief as she walked, or rather strutted in
front of her guests. 
 
She spoke to the guests.  "You may have noticed that my husband has done
all the work in preparing this party as he will in cleaning up later. 
Perhaps you wonder how I have so much control in our relationship that he
will do anything I tell him to.  I'd like to show you, my friends, how I
accomplished this."  Waggling her finger toward me she said "Come here.
Honey, so I can demonstrate my techniques."
 
I was surprised by her request as she had not mentioned it previously.  I
really didn't want to be beaten and humiliated in front of the guests,
but I knew that if I refused there would be hell to pay.  Reluctantly and
hesistantly, I walked toward her in front of the curious guests. 
Immediately, Julie grabbed my arm and flipped me over her shoulder to the
grass.  Placing a foot on my neck to keep me down, she again addressed
the guests.  "Showing him my total physical superiority by thoroughly
beating him using only my body is the first step.  I"ll show you some of
my favorite techniques."
 
Smiling down at me, Julie removed her foot from my throat and ordered me
to stand up.  I complied as I realized resisting her demands would be
futile.  I'm not a wimp and I could hold her off for a while in a fight. 
But her superior conditioning and skills would eventually prevail.  I
also did not want to make her angry, if I cooperated she might go easier
on me.  She scooped me up and body slammed me down to the ground.  Again,
she told me to get up and bady slammed me again.  This time I was not
able to get up fast enough to satisfy her, so Julie helped by pulling me
up by my hair.  Again she lifted me for a bodyslam, but this time she
dropped to one knee and slammed my back across her extended thigh.
 
Pushing down on both my chin and my legs, Julie had me stretched out in
an agonizing backbreaker.  While torturing me in this hold, she again
spoke to her guests.  "Punishing your husband physically is the best way
to install fear and respect and ensure that he will obey you.  It is much
better to do so with just your body, rather than relying on whips and
other weapons, because he knows you can beat him anytime and anywhere. 
This doesn't mean you can't use B&D paraphenalia if you feel like it, but
you shouldn't have to use it to control him.  I recommend beating him
often with a variety of techniques."
 
By now my back was really hurting as Julie was applying pressure the
whole time she was speaking.  I was groaning in pain and begging to be
released, but Julie merely leered down at me and said "Be quiet I'm still
speaking.  Things can get much worse for you if you insist on
interrupting me."  She increased the pressure on her backbreaker and I
had to bite my cheek to stop from screaming.  Julie continued her
lecture.  "It's best to hurt him in a lot of different ways to assert
your complete superiority.  Do so when he displeases you and when he
doesn't expect it like now.  If any of you ladies want me to teach you
how to do this, I'd be happy to help.  We can use your husband or mine." 
Finally, she pushed me off her firm thigh onto the gound.
 
I laid face down on the grass in pain, but at least my ordeal was over. 
Julie had demonstrated her superiority and dominance to her guests. 
However, she stood over me and placed one foot in the center of my back
while reaching down to grasp both my arms and pull them up.  Julie had me
trapped in a standing surfboard hold which continued the punishment on my
already sore back.  Evidently, she was far from done.  Julie seemed to
relish being the center of attention and holding her audience in awe.  It
became obvious to me that she was going to be more brutal than usual and
that there was absolutely nothing I could do about it.  She pushed my
arms together adding a painful shoulder stretch to her hold.  Then she
moved her foot up to the back of my head, pushing my face into the
ground, while still pulling my arms.  "Kiss the ground I walk on and do
it loudly so everyone can hear" she ordered.  I smacked my lips to comply
and I could hear the laughter of several women as they were amused by my
plight.  Julie must have been pleased with the reaction as she removed
her foot from my head, shoved it under my face, and made me kiss it as
well.
 
"Here's a great way to control and punish him for as long as you want"
she informed the spectators.  Sitting by my prone body, Julie snaked a
muscular leg under my midsection and brought her other leg on top.  By
locking her ankles, she snared me with a bodyscissors.  She gave me a
hard jolting squeeze that felt like it was crushing my inner organs as
well as continuing to hurt my back.  "Notice how my hands are free" she
stated.  "I can read, polish my nails, operate the TV remote control or
anything I please.  Whenever I feel like it, I can tighten my legs to
administer his punishment.  It's very relaxing for me, but of course, not
for him."  Julie tightened those awesome legs causing me to gasp and
groan to reinforce her point.
 
Ignoring my discomfort, she continued.  " Of course if you really want to
punish him, you can use your hands to hurt him some more."  She grasped
my right wrist with both of her hands and twisted my arm behind me in
a hammerlock.  Jerking hard on my trapped arm while further tightening
her scissors, Julie forced me to cry out in pain.  While maintaining the
intense pressure of her holds, Julie told me "You were ordered to stay
quiet, you had best do so."  Again, I bit my cheek to try and comply,
this time I bit so hard that I could taste blood.  I was sobbing silently
and tears were streaming down my face onto the grass as she mercilessly
tortured me.  Never had Julie been this brutal with me.  Many of the
women had left their chairs to kneel closer to us and get a better view. 
The pain and humiliation were more than I could handle,
 
Finally, Julie released her devestating combination hold and rolled me
over to my back.  Then she sat on my face.  Although I was uncomfortable
with her weight crushing my nose and smothering me, it wasn't nearly as
bad as her previous holds.  Again, while ignoring me, Julie spoke to her
guests.  "There is so much more I'd like to show you, but if I beat him
any worse he won't be able to clean up.  We'll have to have another party
so I can show you more techniques.  Remember, the more ways you can hurt
him, the more control you have.  It's also good exercise and a greatr way
to work off steam and release your tensions and hostilities."
 
Julie stood up and I sucked in deep breathes trying to get some much
needed oxygen.  She announced "My husband will now serve after dinner
mints."  I was unable to stand so Julie strapped a tray across my back
with my belt.  Placing the mints on the tray, she ordered me to crawl to
her guests on my hands and knees to serve them.  Many of them, caught up
in the spirit of female domination, continued my humiliation.  One patted
my head and said in a mocking tone "That's such a good little boy." 
Another asked Julie if she could rent me to serve at her party.
 
The last woman I got to was my wife's co-worker, the gorgeous Carla, sho
I had met before. {Newlyweds Part 3 Training Session]  As she reached for
a mint, she deliberately spiked the back of my hand with the sharp high
heel of her sandal.  The intense pain caused my body to jerk, spilling
the remaining mints on the lawn.  Julie rushed over to me and visciously
kicked me in the side.  "You can't even serve properly," she admonished. 
"Now pick them up and crawl back into the house.  I will call you when
it's time for you to clean up."
 
I slowly began the long slow crawl to the house eager to get rest for my
battered body.  As I did, I could hear excited chatter and laughter from
the women.  I was sure the inpiration they got from Julie would lead to
more pain and humiliation for me in the future.