Dominated by Kelly.	
By Mike York, My15000@aol.com
A young High School Student wrestles her tutor.


Copyright MY15000 1998
Warning: This story contains sexual F/m situations involving minors. If 
this offends you, please do not read. 

Chapter 1 

I consider myself an ordinary guy. I've always treated women with 
respect and courtesy. I always felt that women where equal in just about 
every way. Boy, was I wrong. Little did I know that I would end up in a 
relationship that continues to teach me that women are not only superior 
in every way, but that it is the most rewarding thing in the world to be 
dominated by a women. 

It all started in my senior year in college. I was a business major 
working as a tutor at the local High School to earn some extra cash 
before graduation. I tutored several eager students in accounting and 
business classes. One student really caught my eye. Her name was Kelly. 
She was 17, with long dark hair, smooth clear skin with little or no 
makeup, and clear blue eyes. She was maybe 5'5", and if I had to guess, 
120 lbs. It was hard to tell as she always wore loose fit clothes. 

We hit it off immediately. She was very mature for her age. Unlike the 
rest of my students, she showed an attention span that went well beyond 
next week's exam. Her questions where smart, articulate, well conceived. 
She had a keen analytical mind, and often stumped me with her queries. 
After some time, I'd give her my college accounting exams and let her 
practice. Though I didn't admit it to her at the time, she usually 
scored higher than I did. I knew she would have no trouble mastering any 
material any college professor put before her. I started to become 
suspicious as to why she needed tutoring in the first place. 

On the personal side, she was a pleasure to talk to. Again, very mature. 
We talked about college, relationships, jobs. Stuff I was hard pressed 
to discuss with my peers who where graduating in a few weeks. She was 
constantly questioning me. She would do it in an easy confident manor 
which I was apparently very receptive to. I found myself divulging my 
inner most thoughts to this girl. Things I'd never confided in with even 
serious girlfriends I'd had in the past. 

Its just that she had such a sweet way about her. A warm smile, a 
reassuring touch on my arm, prodding me forward. I couldn't resist her. 
Nor did I want to. Over time, I found myself attracted to her. I 
reasoned, of course, that a serious relationship was out of the 
question. I mean, she was 17, I'd just turned 23. Maybe down the road a 
women 6 years younger than me would be OK, but to me, there is a huge 
difference between 23 and 17. Still, I thought to myself, she is exactly 
what I was looking for in a women. She was smart, attractive, very easy 
to talk to. I'd think about how it would be with her from time to time, 
but never let on as to my feelings. Now, I know that I could never hide 
anything from her, but at the time, I was still naive. I had a lot to 
learn. 

My education began quit abruptly when our usual study spot, the local 
public library, was closed one Saturday for renovation. She said she 
really didn't want to miss our session and that I should come to her 
house. I arrived to find her, alone, in the back yard. She had told me 
to come around back. I found her on a chaise lounge. She was wearing a 
pair of cotton shorts with a cropped T-shirt. I was surprised at her 
appearance. Like I said, I'd never seen her in such revealing clothes. I 
was immediately impressed. She had toned firm legs, rippling with 
muscle. Not bulging, just incredibly tight. Like a dancer's or 
gymnast's. When she put her feet on the deck, I noticed a hardening 
bulge at the top of her calves. This girl had legs, I thought. Her arms 
where similarly muscled. Again, not a body builder, but her muscles 
where likely the equal of mine. She had firm round breasts, lifting the 
t revealing a splendid view of her ribbed abdomen. Her hair was tied 
back in a pony tail, giving her a sweet, innocent look. 

"Hi, thanks for coming." 

I tried not to stare. "No problem." We hit the books. As is her norm, 
she sat very close to me as I explained the various accounting 
principles that would be on her test. Because I was wearing shorts as 
well, her bare leg was against mine. I was astounded at the firmness of 
it and found it hard to concentrate. She, as usual, was completely 
dedicated to absorbing the material and we managed to complete the 
session in just under 2 hours. 

We closed the books and leaned back in our respective chairs. She was 
her usual relaxed self. When she leaned back, her t pulled up further on 
her torso, showing me her full tanned midsection "That was great Tom, 
thanks." 

"Glad I can help." 

"You seem a little uncomfortable. Is everything OK?" 

Obviously, she noticed my lingering glances. I couldn't help it. She was 
absolutely beautiful and I had just never seen her that way. "Sure, 
why?" 

"You just seemed a little distant. Is it the clothes I am wearing." She 
leaned forward. "I know our sessions are usually more formal, I just 
thought today would be a good opportunity to loosen up a little. You do 
want to loosen up, don't you?" 

I was starting to get nervous. I have no idea why. I mean, I'd been with 
my share of women. I guess because exactly what I was afraid of 
happening was happening. That this girl wanted to take our relationship 
further. Looking at her now, I knew that I did too, but I couldn't. She 
was my student, much to young. 

She took my hand. "You can be honest. I know you want to go out with me. 
I know you want to make love to me." 

I pulled back a little. "Kelly, I like you and all, and we get along 
great, but don't you think that you're moving a little fast. For both of 
us." 

"Not at all. I've always been taught that I should go after what I want. 
I don't believe in those old rules that say a girl has to let the man 
make the first move. Right now, I want you. And I know you want me. Just 
admit it. Since you've gotten here, you've thought of nothing else." She 
smiled at me with that innocent grin. I melted. "I'll tell you what. 
What do you say we have a contest. If I win, you do whatever I say, 
whatever I want. If you win, you can leave now, and its as if this never 
came up." 

"A contest." 

"Yea, a challenge. This way, we both really have to try hard, to prove 
our point." Again, the smile. 

I had no idea what she had in mind. "What kind of contest?" 

"We'll, it should be something fair. Where we are evenly matched. I'd 
say some type of test, but that wouldn't be fair as you've had nearly 
four years of college." Good, I thought. I did not want to match 
intellects with her. "Perhaps a physical test." 

"What, like a race." 

"No, that would hardly be fair to you. I was thinking, maybe a wrestling 
match." 

"Wrestling! How would that be fair. I must have 30 or 40 pounds on you." 
While I was no jock, I was in decent shape, probably 5 inches taller and 
40 pounds heavier than her 5'5" 125lbs. 

"True, but I'm in much better shape. That will even it out." At first, I 
was insulted by her comment. But she made it so matter of fact like, it 
quickly passed. Besides, she clearly was right. "You're not afraid of a 
little physical contact with a girl, are you?" 

She smiled sweetly. Actually, the thought of rolling around with this 
scantily clad girl was quit appealing. Still, how could I. I argued with 
my conscious for the next several minutes while she continued to taunt 
me until I finally gave in. 

We agreed on a match that would be the best of three wins. A win was 
either a pin, or a submission hold where the loser gives. We moved 
inside to her den. She explained that her parents where out of town all 
weekend, and that we wouldn't be disturbed. We cleared the plush carpet 
and I removed my shoes and socks. She was all ready barefoot. She began 
stretching. It was a magnificent display of feminine beauty and 
athleticism. She flexed all of muscles. "I want you to know," she says. 
"That I want you to try you hardest. Don't let my being a girl dissuade 
you in anyway." 

"Right." I mean, sure, she was fit enough, but my weight and height 
advantage, plus what I presumed to be greater muscle, would give me a 
clear edge. 

We finished stretching and circled each other. I feinted a couple of 
playful blows and she slapped my hands away. I felt kind of silly 
actually. I was clearly attracted to her, but I did not want to hurt 
her. I decided I'd end this quick. I moved in fast and tried to grab 
her. She quickly grabbed my left wrist with both of her hands and pulled 
me forward. She effortlessly tossed me over her hip, dropping me 
unceremoniously on my back. She let go and stepped back. I quickly got 
up. I was surprised at her speed and strength. I went in again, and this 
time she crouched down and grabbed my leg and lifted it up high. I again 
fell hard on my back, to the point that I was winded. I couldn't believe 
this young girl was tossing me around like this. I recovered quickly and 
decided attacking her wasn't working. She'd twice used my momentum 
against me. 

We circled again for a while. I figured I'd wait for her to make the 
next move. After a few more seconds, she charged with her shoulder down, 
hitting me square in the solar plexus. I was stunned at the ferocity of 
her assault and was thrown back. She wrapped her arms around me. I tried 
turning away and she hooked my ankle with her leg and drove me to the 
ground. I landed on my stomach. She quickly put me in a vice like head 
lock with one arm, and used her other to grab my wrist and apply an arm 
lock. I was shocked. Here, we'd just started, and she was in complete 
control. My one useless hand flailed about as she secured her hold. I 
felt ridiculous. I was much larger than her, yet she laid on top of me, 
adding pressure to the hold. I struggled some more, but it was clear I 
couldn't escape. She increased the pressure on my arm and I quickly 
shouted, "I give!" 

She released me and stood over me. I pulled my arm around and held it in 
my other. I thought it was broke. "Are you OK?" She asked with genuine 
concern in her voice. 

I sat up right and looked at her. "I think so. You are fantastic. How 
did you do that. I mean, you are very strong." 

"Thank you. I could tell you were surprised. Are you ready to go again. 
One more, and I win." 

"Where did you learn to wrestle?" I was stalling. I needed to catch my 
breath. 

"I picked things up here and there." 

"You're very good. Fast and strong." 

"Again, thanks. If you feel it isn't a fair challenge for me, we can 
agree to something else." 

"Nonsense, I just wasn't prepared. Now that I know your capabilities, I 
think we'll see a different outcome." 

I stood and we circled again. I was sure I could beat her now. I just 
had to use my strength and superior size. Not let her use any of her 
trick moves. I again waited for her to make the first move. As I waited, 
I was suddenly aware of a bulging in my shorts. I was sexually aroused 
by her. I had to put it out of my mind for the moment, if I was going to 
win. Finally, she charged me again. This time, I was ready. She was bent 
low, trying to hit me with her shoulder. I grabbed her around her back 
and dropped her to the ground. I quickly dropped on top of her such that 
my head was above her ass and I straddled her above her shoulder blades. 
I was sure my superior weight would hold her in place. She bucked 
wildly, tossing me up a moment. I was determined to come crashing down 
on her though. When I did, I heard the air rush from her lungs. I would 
have her now I thought. She bucked again, however, and I fell forward, 
me head striking the carpet between her tanned thighs. She quickly 
clamped them shut around my head and forced me into a forward tumble 
salt until she was in a sitting position on my chest and throat, with my 
head firmly between her muscled thighs. "That was not a smart move," she 
said. I felt her silky smooth muscles constrict and I knew I was 
finished. Her thighs where extremely powerful, much stronger than they 
looked. 

That was an apt description for her in general. While her muscles where 
not huge, probably smaller than mine, they where incredibly hard and 
toned. She squeezed me unmercifully. I kicked my legs with reckless 
abandon. It was no use. She simply squeezed harder. "I think you better 
give. I'm not even using half of my strength." I knew she was right. I 
was humiliated. "I know this can't be easy for you, accepting my 
superiority. Accepting being beaten by a girl. But you really have no 
choice. If you know what's good for you, you'll surrender, and I'll 
release you. Otherwise..." I had been beaten by a girl half my size. And 
she did it easily. She wasn't even breathing hard. I struggled further 
to no avail. I looked up at my captor who just smiled at me sweetly. Her 
skin was covered in a sheen of perspiration. She was the most beautiful 
sexy women I had ever met. And she was crushing my skull. My hard on was 
now raging in my shorts. But I did not want to give. 

"Oh well, you asked for it." With that, she poured on the power. Her 
incredible thighs reached new levels of firmness as she squeezed the 
sides of my head. Breathing became difficult and it was only a few 
moments before everything went black and I passed out. 

I woke what seemed like a few seconds later, but Kelly told me I'd been 
out nearly 10 minutes. She seemed very concerned. 

I was laying with my head propped on her extended thigh. Her other leg 
was loosely around my neck. She was flexing the second leg, sort of 
messaging my neck with her calf muscle. I laid completely still. She 
could quickly and effortlessly tighten a neck scissors which could 
easily kill me. I had no chance of escape from where I lay until she let 
me. I looked up into her sweet 17 year old face and she spoke. "Why 
didn't you give up?" 

I was regaining my senses. "I was too ashamed. I mean, you look 
fantastic. But you're a girl. How could I let you beat me like that." 

She placed a damp cloth on my forehead. The only other thing I was aware 
of was that my hard on was returning. "You didn't let me beat you. I won 
because I am a better wrestler than you. I am stronger and faster. I'm 
sorry if you can't handle that. Either way, I won, and you need to honor 
you side of the bet." That meant that I would do whatever she said. In 
the position I was in now, I didn't need a bet to tell me that. "You can 
start with some foot worship." With that, she flexed her loose leg 
further and placed her bare foot over my nose and mouth. Instantly, I 
was consumed by its sweaty odor. I first turned away, but she just 
pushed it down harder. I had to submit. I began softly kissing her sole 
and instep, taking my time as she moved her foot back and forth across 
my face. I couldn't believe it, but my hard on was even more intense. I 
continued until she started placing her toes at my mouth. I was told to 
lick and suck each one. Again, the odor filled me, but I dutifully 
extended my tongue and sucked each toe. Taking them in my mouth one at a 
time, I became aware of Kelly's breathing. It was quickened and when I 
stole a glance at her face, it was flush, and her lips where parted. She 
was getting off on me sucking her toes in a big way. She drove her foot 
down on me vigorously and I felt her thigh I was resting on tighten 
further. I picked up my pace and sucked further, extending my tongue 
between each  toe, licking the area free of lint and sweat. This 
continued for several minutes until she finally clamped her calf around 
my throat and began to apply pressure. She stopped breathing momentarily 
and actually convulsed in orgasm. She was wearing only panties and  I 
was treated to a new odor as her sex juice soiled them visibly. 

She held me still for several more minutes before she lifted her leg to 
release me. I was incredibly hard, but she was clearly finished for now. 
"Very good. It seems now, that I've taught you something." For the first 
time, she dropped the innocent sweetness from her voice. "You look 
uncomfortable." 

I found myself completely under her power, even though I was able to sit 
up. "No, its not that at all. Its just something I've never experienced. 
I actually like it." 

"Good. That will make the next few weeks easier for you to handle." 

End of Chapter 1.