A Fantasy Fulfilled
By Demetrius
Demetrius meets Sonia Fernandes

Life has its defining moments. Some are happy, others very sad. For 
me, one of the happiest and most important was meeting the female 
wrestler Sonia Fernandes for the first time, just a few days ago. I 
never really thought I would meet a woman who could help me enact the 
fantasy I had nurtured for some thirty years, since boyhood - that of 
being absolutely overwhelmed by a woman possessed of great strength 
and skill. For me, this really began when I saw the classic TV series 
"The Avengers", in which Honor Blackman and, later, Diana Rigg 
used fighting skills to dispatch many a male opponent with great 
aplomb (their successors did not make such a vivid impression, I have 
to say). I was always excited by this: here were these feminine, 
sensual women who could control men. From the age of about nine, I 
would say, I began to have fantasies about them. These were powerful 
icons to grow up with and, whenever there was a film or TV series 
which seemed to promise something of this type, I was always avid for 
them. One factor of a deeper, psychological nature, which may have 
nurtured my fantasies, was the traumatic experience of witnessing the 
frequent abuse to which my mother was subjected by my father. Perhaps 
I was tired of seeing her as the victim; perhaps I wished that, 
sometimes, she could have turned the tables on him. Quite why my 
father, as a man of high intellect and learning, should have behaved 
as a savage is beyond me, although, sadly, his is not a lone example.
As I speculate about this further possible origin of my fantasies, I 
know that I can neither prove nor disprove its validity - even to 
myself. Whatever the reasons, my fantasy was to remain with me - 
reinforced everytime I saw a movie or TV program featuring female 
martial artists. I could also enjoy the more traditional fantasies as 
I grew up, but not to the same extent.

Film and TV is all very well, but what of real life? Were there really 
such women and, if so, where might one meet them? Occasionally, I 
would try to discover if one of my girlfriends had any inclinations of 
this sort but, alas, to no avail. From time to time, I encountered the 
odd female who had studied self-defense techniques of some sort but, 
often, they were not dominant women, just understandably scared by the 
dangers of the world around them. But Sonia is quite another matter!

So, how did I come to meet this Amazon beauty - as playful as a 
kitten, yet as strong as a tigress? Why now and after so long, did I 
manage to fulfill my fantasy, you may reasonably ask? Well, if you don't 
have a partner in life, or you have one with whom it seems impossible to 
enact your fantasies, then you are left with two options: just continue 
fantasizing or seek out someone who specializes in helping to fulfill 
your desires. For me, the turning point came when I joined the Internet 
and began to browse sites concerned with such matters. My first bit of 
luck was to make contact with someone involved with the Hersalon site 
(www.hersalon.com), in whom I confided my fantasy and who suggested 
that I might investigate the world of femdom. This started me on my 
quest in earnest - perhaps I could fulfill the elusive dream.

There was no lack of material or information about suitable women but I 
was largely frustrated by the fact that most of what I found was based 
only in America, not in England, where I live. However, while browsing a 
site related to mixed wrestling, I found a list which contained some 
details of the developing scene in Europe and on this list, I found ONE 
woman specializing in the area of domination, and living not too far from 
me. I sent her an e-mail almost immediately, explaining my fantasies 
and became very excited when, within a fairly short delay, I noticed 
there was a reply from her. When I opened her message, it was rather 
like opening a door into myself - a door which had been locked for 
most of my life: suddenly, I could become liberated. She said I had 
found just the person and that she could fulfill my fantasies for me. 
Of course, what you read does not need to be true and the world 
abounds with people who will take ones money - perhaps, Heaven forbid, 
even more - without accomplishing anything. It is also true to say 
that the Internet enjoys a certain notoriety when it comes to material 
of an adult nature. Yet, my instincts told me I was on the right track 
and I did all the cross-checking I reasonably could, to satisfy myself 
and one or two of those close to me, that I was not taking my life in 
my hands - except in the most positive sense. Further exchanges of 
e-mail served to bolster my confidence. I even established - as 
tactfully as possible - that the women in question was not offering 
total gratification, beyond anything that might befall me 
spontaneously. Of course, most fantasies do end with some kind of 
climactic event but I was not concerned - I knew that I could explore 
the key aspects of my own and that I was not engaging in anything 
which was questionable. There may be many reading this who have long 
since travelled this path and graduated to far more adventurous 
exploits, and to those, I apologise for my apparent sense of propriety.
What of my encounter, however?

When I went to meet Sonia, I was, naturally, a little anxious but we 
became instant friends. Here was someone with whom I could talk quite 
openly and who was perfectly level-headed and down-to-earth. We chatted 
first and had tea and then, after discussing the form that things would 
take, we took to the mats, in her home, and began our mixed bout. Now, I 
should explain that this woman is not a bodybuilder and is proud of her very 
feminine curves; she is two or three inches shorter than I and, 
perhaps 30lbs or more lighter. She's been wrestling professionally for 
a few years and you can certainly see that she has strong arms and 
legs - an altogether firm and compact body. I would say that I'm 
reasonably strong, without ever having gone to sufficient lengths to 
increase my strength beyond a given point. I am delighted to say, 
however, that I could do nothing to this women but she, on the other 
hand, could do anything to or with me, as if I were just her toy. 
There was no hold of hers that I could extricate myself from and her 
skill and power were awesome. She would tease me too, just to add to 
the fun (she has a great sense of play and humour), only releasing me 
when I made it clear I had to submit (every few seconds, as it 
happens!). A lot of what she did was certainly erotic, without ever 
crossing the agreed boundaries of acceptable conduct either way and I 
could sense the pleasure she derived from her own power and the 
knowledge that she could control me at will, without even getting 
puffed. Sometimes, she invited me to put her in a scissors and try to 
hold her. After I tried squeezing her as hard as possible, she just 
smiled and enquired: "Have you started yet?" and then broke free quite 
easily. In between clinches, while I regained what I could of the 
breath that had been squeezed and crushed out of me time after time, we 
chatted and laughed about this and that. It was a lot of fun but there 
was also that sense of excitment, knowing that, if she wanted to, she 
could have me and I wouldn't be able to prevent it. She knew it too, 
of course and exuded a confidence that only added to the excitement of 
the occasion: it was a classic and total role reversal and one with 
which I felt totally comfortable. Yet I had no sense of losing my own 
male identity, or of her losing her feminity - in that sense, we had 
not traded places. Instead, we had exchanged the traditional 
identities of hunter and prey, dominant and submissive. Now, I feel 
like an elated tube of toothpaste - well and truly squeezed and aching 
all over, but it's the greatest thing in the world to have so much to 
show for it.

Needless to say, this was truly the experience of a lifetime. I 
couldn't wish for much more except, of course, a consummation of some 
kind. Perhaps that will happen sometime with someone else. For now, I 
can't wait for the next bout. Most importantly, I have discovered that 
it can be quite alright to enact a fantasy if it isn't harmful either 
to oneself or another and it is done with mutual consent. It is 
essential to take all reasonable precautions in attempting this, of 
course, and to verify the credentials of the person whom you approach 
for their expertise. If you are involved in meeting someone in a 
non-public place, as I was, just make sure that at least one person 
knows where you are going and drop a hint to that effect when you meet 
a complete stranger, so that, if they have a hidden agenda, it can 
stay that way. Remember, too, that the risk is a two-way street and 
that people who help to fulfill the fantasies of others also place 
themselves in situations that could be hazardous, or simply 
unpleasant. Assuming you are a person of good intentions, I would 
suggest that, as a courtesy, you at least offer the possibility of a 
preliminary meeting in a public place, say for lunch, so that you can 
form an impression of each other.

Life cannot be led without an element of gamble and risk: the other day, I 
gambled and was rewarded. I had, in truth, believed that all would be 
well but I could have been wrong. I have to admit that my female 
wrestling partner could quite easily have crushed the life out of me, 
had she been of that persuasion (not a bad way to go!). Just take care and 
take courage.

Finally, it would be ungenerous if I were to withhold the name and 
contact details of my Amazonian dominatrix (whose full knowledge and 
consent I have obtained):
	Sonia Fernandes
	soniafight@aol.com
	Tel:0850 835864

She is based in the U.K., not too far from London. If you have the 
great good fortune to meet this special woman, remember to take her 
some flowers - she loves them. Remember too, most importantly, that 
Sonia is a real artist and enjoys her bouts. She'll tease you and 
squeeze you and when she does - believe me - you'll stay squeezed. You 
don't know what strength is until you've felt those legs coil around 
your body with the power of tensile steel, or those arms around your 
neck - I can still feel them, after a few days and, if given the 
chance, I would relive the experience on a daily basis. I am already 
very lucky that, perhaps unlike many, I have had the great good 
fortune to enact my fantasy and, whether I can relive the pleasure and 
excitement a thousand times, or only relive the memory of that one 
encounter, I shall always be grateful to Sonia and, when my time is 
up, I think I'll be wearing a smile, in the knowledge of that 
fulfillment.