Post Date Self defence Update: 17/03/1998 to misc3 The night was ending like you hope all good first dates will. I was in the kitchen with Cathy, we were having a drink, talking, probing, each of us already feeling relatively relaxed. We'd started with dinner, gone to a bar, played some pool, talked, tired of the place and come back to my apartment. She was a nurse and we had met at work. When I had first come to her door I'd been thrilled because, although I knew she was cute and had good taste, girls can do so much for you if they dress the way you dream they will, and she had. Then she had had on a sport coat and her blue, denim shirt had been buttoned to the neck. It was a cool night but I think fashion dictated her choices. She now stood before me without the sport coat. It was in the living room thrown over my couch. Her denim shirt was no longer buttoned at the neck, but only just. I don't know when she undid it exactly. Her sleeves were rolled down, almost tight at her wrist, and her watch was fastened over the cuff itself-not her skin. The shirt as tucked neatly into her jeans and surrounded by a black leather, silver buckle belt. The jeans themselves were unremarkable, though not well worn. Slipping up and inside of them, was her pair of black pseudo- cowboy boots (they stopped above the ankles). The effect on me was pure satisfaction. I love this look. She looked feminine but rough and ready. The long sleeves and neatly ordered belt just screamed of a package awaiting opening! I was dying to do the honors when she led me down a road one better! As we made small talk I began to examine her key chain. On it, I noticed, was a small leather container. "What is this?" I asked. "Pepper spray, in case I ever need to defend myself from an attacker" "A good idea for a woman these days", I earnestly replied. "I think it could be useful, but it's not my only means of defense. I'm learning how to fight also. I take martial arts and wrestling for self defense. My working out with weights doesn't hurt, either" I was outrageously aroused by this combination of circumstance, and couldn't let it drop-at all. Taunting, I ventured, "Well I think I would rely on the pepper spray and running if I were you, Cathy. You wouldn't stand a chance in a real fight with a man." "Hah! I was hoping you'd say that." She beamed. Grabbing my arms, "Come out into the living room. Come on!" "Why?" At this point I was only hoping-dreaming even-that she had in mind what I had tried to lead her into. Once we got into the living room she pulled me to the middle, just opposite but close to her. "OK. Now I want you to attack me. See if I can't take a man if I'm attacked!" She stood upright, arms at her side, looking casual, seemingly not preparing for my attack. I was still standing bolt upright, deciding how to play the affair. I decided to be fair but easy. Not being overtly stealth, I halfheartedly lunged with both hands for her neck. But before my arms reached her neck, she drove both her arms up and and brought her forearms inside of mine with lightning speed, pushing mine outside- deftly blocking my attack. But she wasn't through. To make the point, after driving my arms up above our heads, she brought both fisted hands down onto my upper chest, driving me back in surprise. "Come on!" she shouted, "I want you to really come at me." Seeing that I was going to enjoy the raw pleasure of advancing my role far beyond that of merely a self-defense class partner, I burned to press on. "All right, this time I'm a real attacker!" I was on fire. This was too good. Was she feeling the same? It didn't really matter, but I hoped she was. This time she was crouched, hands aggressively out in front and she looked ready. I assumed the same flexible, ready attack posture( I couldn't believe it-I was circling a girl in my living room on a first date who wanted to fight/wrestle me!). This time I decided on a more straightforward approach and lunged at her hands, hoping to grab them by the wrist. I missed. We locked arms, me working hard but not trying with all my strength to overpower her really. Struggling against me, she tried to bring her knee up into my stomach but I anticipated this and stepped sideways several times. I was savoring the mischievous yet malicious smile on her face as she tried to get in a controlling position. I sensed she was beginning to get frustrated, but in retrospect I doubt she was. Our arms were still locked and I noticed that she was trying to dig her fingernails into my arms but to no avail, my sleeves were rolled down too, protecting my arms. Then she used her thumb to dig into some pressure point on the side of my wrist I had never encountered before. "Aahh!" I yelled, half joking. But before I could say, "Your serious aren't you?" She had grabbed that wrist in a death grip, quickly darted behind me and pinned that wrist high up on my back. But she wasn't done. She reached over my right shoulder with her now free right arm and took control of me. Her control appeared rough since we were very close in height and she could yank on my left wrist as she needed when I had tried to free myself with my free right arm. "Do you concede that I have you fully subdued and have overpowered you?" She mockingly chided. "No",I yelled,"I can escape at any time!" With that, she wrapped her right leg around my right leg, pulled back and pushed me forward. I think we were supposed to fall to the ground, her landing on my back and me on my stomach, but I caught us as I fell and only ended up on my knees, though she tightened her twist and pulled up on my left arm even more. Now I was on my knees, had lost the leverage my legs had afforded me, she was starting to induce real pain in my shoulder and had her own right arm wrapped up over my shoulder around my neck. All the while she kept trying to pull down my right arm, but I knew this wouldn't happen. She wasn't going to overpower me arm to arm. And I was enjoying the ordeal beyond words. "OK, buster, are you going to give or do I need to prove to you I could knock you totally out cold?" "I concede to no girl!", I replied. Though I was fairly helpless! She took her free right hand and brought it down in a chop on my right shoulder, at the base of my neck. I figured she had seen too many movies where this simple move easily knocks someone out. I didn't think it would but it did stun me. "Aaahh", I yelled. "Give?" "N-No" She repeated the chop, clearly not as hard as she could, but in a quick, jabbing motion. Thinking there was only one way to satisfy her and continue this game, I jerked, simulating a whole-body spasm, then with an "uuunnnngh" I let the air ooze from my lungs and I slumped forward, slipping limp to the floor and into a rumpled ball on my side. Out cold-overpowered by Cathy's stronger hand. She loved it! "Hah!", "I've knocked you out. Who said I'd better run if a man threatened me." As I was starting to pull myself up from the ground, she reached down, grabbed my shirt with both hands and pulled with a jerk. "Come on, buster, we're going at this again-but this time you are going to show me some real aggression or I'm going to punish you like I do the men in karate class!" I was thrilled that we were going on. For I now knew that this was an erotic game for her too and some real pleasure awaited us in the next hour. The type we both craved but so rarely got. I stood up, stuffing my shirt back into my pants. Cathy stood before me a portrait of sexual desire that was all coming out as a need for a pure physical contest with a man. I was boiling over with the need to be overpowered, controlled by this lean, fit, aggressive female. Her sleeves were still tight around her wrist, even her watch undisturbed over the left cuff. Her dark hair rested, unconcerned on her shoulders. Cathy once again crouched aggressively, hands up, ready, with arms slightly flexed in front of her-ready for anything-ready for me! The steps of her black boots were slow and measured as we circled in my living room. Her tongue slowly licked those smiling, devilishly lush lips, awaiting my any move. I knew if I was to keep her interest up, I'd better give her some run for her money . This time I decided to try a different tact. She was quick and knew technique, but I hadn't tested her wrestling skills. I decided to go in low, get behind her, put her in a bear hug, control her, then take her down, eventually getting her to submit. All in the name of fun, of course! I used my forearms to knock her hands up and out and succeeded in overpowering her arms more than taking her by surprise. As I went in to grab her things started to go wrong. I forgot about the knee which I'd well remembered before. Cathy didn't miss the opportunity to ram it soundly into my stomach. "Uunnngghh", I moaned as she knocked the wind from me, uselessly bringing my hands up to cover my wracked stomach as I doubled over reflexively. She allowed me no quarter. Clasping both her hands together tightly, she brought them down savagely onto my back. Now this wasn't enough to knock me out or hurt me much more, by any means, but it did knock me down and onto all fours from my doubled-over stance. I thought Cathy might allow me to regroup after throttling me in that poor attack, but no way. She came at me with a killer instinct. Learned or natural I couldn't tell. ( though I was hurting, I was having the time of my life, sexually and physically! I was getting so aroused by the fact that I was in a raw, physical contest with a big, lean, beautiful woman and she was beating me, overpowering me!) She planted her black, booted foot right on the side of my ribs and thrust with all she had, sending me sprawling; rolling across the room. I was disoriented but extended my right arm, stopped my roll, ended up on my back only to look up to see Cathy, who had bounded after me, dive at me, obviously meaning to deliver the coup de gras and pin me. But I had a surprise for her. I brought both my knees up to my chest just as she launched at me and, catching her just as she would have been landing on top of me, planted them on her chest . A look of shock crossed her face for an instant as she hung in space, suspended helplessly by my legs, and she yelled, "Aah" more in anger than anything else. But in instant later I launched her up and back with all I had. Had to keep her interested, didn't I? Up and back she went, though somehow she managed to land on her feet. She had so much backward momentum, though, she continued across the room, backpedaling with arms flailing the whole time-trying to regain control. She only had fifteen feet though, and before she could stop, she slammed against my foyer wall, her back hitting first, then her spread-eagle arms, and lastly her head. "Thunk", against the drywall. As her head hit a look of rage crossed her face momentarily, but then her eyes slowly rolled back into her head and closed. Her black, slippery boots began to slowly slide out over the tile of the foyer. Her body slowly slid down the wall, arms still thrown stiffly against the wall as if to grab on, legs slowly crumpling as though her body refused to surrender to total unconsciousness. A second later, though, she had crumpled limp into the corner, chin hanging nearly to her belt and her arms rested uselessly in her lap. I was shocked. I thought she had hit hard enough to knock the wind out of her maybe, but not to rob her of consciousness. I scrambled over to her, worried. I grabbed her shoulders and shook her gently. "Cathy, are you OK?" I was relieved to be rewarded with a soft moan. Next, her eyes slowly opened and I found her hand grasping my shirt. "Greg, you got a lucky one in. You better prepare to be punished!" she whispered. Snapping to and hopping up with but a small feel for the back of her head she marched to the middle of the living room. "OK, Greg, lets see which one of us is the tougher!" Strange choice of words I thought but, OK. I marched my anxious self over to the center of the room and noted with delight the return of Cathy's devilish, mischievous grin. As we circled, I noted with delight that she hardly looked ruffled despite all the physical action. Her shirt was untucked in the back, but that was it. Her sleeves were still rolled down, watch still on, hair fallen right back into place. Feeling more adventurous this time, I faked a few moves at her, right, then to her left, just to enjoy her tensing. Finally, after doing this I bolted around her, succeeded in grabbing both arms and pulling them down to her side. I had her in a bear hug! I tried to reach around with my foot to trip her but I wasn't having any luck. In my lunging to trip her I think my grip eased a little, and she some how found a way to throw a strong elbow backward through my grip. The first one caught me unawares, and stunned me, causing me to loosen my grip. Cathy sensed this and started throwing the elbows rapid-fire, to both sides. Second one registers and stuns me again, "Uunngh", I moan. She throws another that gets through better, further loosening my grip. Finally, one hits me deep in the solar plexus, I can't maintain the grip and I let go. She knocks aside my arms as I double over stunned. She waste no time, spins around on me, grabs bundles of my shirt at both shoulders and throws a knee to my chest, though I think she held back so she might continue the punishment. That knee could have finished me. Next, she immediately threw her right arm over my neck and had me in a head lock before I could react. She squeezed just hard enough that my head was light. I could only barely resist her, and I dared do little else! With her right leg she stepped inside of my leg, then dropped her shoulder, twisted into me and took me down to the ground, still in her head lock. But Cathy knew very well what she was doing and didn't just throw me down. She came down with me, maintained the head lock, planted her right knee on my chest and scooped up my right leg, pulling it up to my face. I was powerless. I was pinned by her weight and her grip. Her arm on my neck controlled the level of my very consciousness, and already I was groggy, spinning, but still aroused. I could still see her devilish smile and the tiniest beads of sweat on her forehead as she leaned in close to me, breathing heavily.I could smell the perfume on the sleeves of her shirt. She whispered, "Don't forget who shouldn't attack who here, Greg. Good night." "No!", I begged as she tightened the grip on my neck. I didn't want to be beaten, overpowered, then knocked out by a girl! But I knew I did and it was done. Slowly my peripheral vision collapsed inwards until I could see nothing but her smiling face, then nothing. When I came to, I found that my feet and hands had been bound with tape, though I was still lying on my side in the living room. The lights were out except for one candle. Peering down at me from my couch, Cathy informed, "Now I get to unwrap my prize"