Session with Ms. Rayne
By TomNine
Tom meets Rayne


This is an account of my fifth wrestling session.  It is with Ms. Rayne,
a big strong woman from Georgia.  The meeting took place on 4 April 1998
near Washington, DC.  I hope that this "review" is helpful for anyone
considering meeting with Rayne, and also for anyone thinking about
seeing any of the wrestling ladies for the first time, even if your
interests are very different from mine.  Please feel free to contact me
TomNine@webtv.net

This session came only two weeks after my previous session (with
Christine Marshall, an account of which you should also find on this
site).  When I first contacted both Rayne and Christine I expected my
schedule to leave me time to only see one of these ladies when they
visited my area, but as the dates arrived there were no problems with
booking sessions with both women.  I'm very glad about that!

I found out about Rayne's visit to DC on the Iron Belles travellers' web
page.  I didn't know anything about her, but I took a look at her Iron
Belles page http://www.ironbellesofatlanta.com/rayne.shtml and I was
intrigued by her size (5'10", 190 lbs) and the impressive stats listed
there.  The two pictures on the page showed a thickly built woman with a
mature girl-next-door look that I found very attractive.   (Note:  I
wouldn't call Rayne a conventional beauty and many guys would find her
less appealing, but her look works for me.)

I checked out her entry on wb270's excellent site
http://announce.com/wb270/ga.htm and her impressive strength was
confirmed.  The entry also stressed the fact that she is a dominatrix.
As much as I enjoy being dominated in a wrestling session, the title
"dominatrix" is not something that appealed to me.

(Rayne is having someone set up a homepage for her as this is being
written.  Look for a link to it on the site where you found this
review.)

I ran into wb270 in Diana The Valkyrie's chat room and asked about
Rayne.  He responded very positively about her strength, as did a few
other chatters.  I sent my first e-mail to Rayne almost a month before
she came to town and we corresponded for a while.  

During that time she contacted wb270 and asked that he change her entry,
which he did.  The dominatrix comment was gone, replaced by a blurb
similar to what was on her Iron Belles page followed by wb's testimony
of her wrestling prowess and his opinion that she could easily overpower
most men.

A week before her visit I committed to seeing her and gave a few times
that she could pick from. 

No response came as the weekend approached.  I wondered what was up. Her
earlier e-mails were informative, but she wouldn't tell me where she was
staying (very understandable!) and she was even a little reticent about
her fee. (It would turn out to be $300 for the hour.)  I had mentioned
that if it was all right with her I planned to write this account of our
meeting and I told her where my review of the session with Christine was
posted... would she refuse to see me because of that?

She called Thursday evening.  She was in town and an appointment was
made for Saturday afternoon.  She was in a hotel by Dulles Airport in
Virginia, which meant a long drive across state lines to see her, but
that was okay.  She also asked that I call her hotel on Saturday morning
to verify that I was coming, which no one had asked me to do before.  I
was getting excited as the meeting approached.

I gave myself an hour and a half to find the hotel.  In spite of heavy
rain-slogged traffic on the Beltway and a time-consuming wrong turn I
still made it there in an hour.  I was very anxious about this meeting
and I was glad to have a chance to walk around and relax.  I stepped
into a comic store and found myself getting absorbed by the merchandise
("Look, CHIPs action figures!")  before returning to the hotel.  

I called from the lobby and was on the elevator a few minutes before the
hour, my heart racing with anticipation.  She stood behind the door as
she opened it, and I couldn't see her until the door closed behind me...

Rayne is a big, healthy girl, but not a body builder.  If your interest
is in ladies with highly defined muscles, solid abs, and vascular arms,
Rayne is not the one for you.  If you saw her at the mall you'd think
she was a heavy-set, broad-shouldered woman with maybe a hint of
strength.  You would certainly never guess how powerful she is until you
felt it for yourself. 

In her high heeled sandals we were about the same height.  She wore a
baggy tee shirt and shorts and her legs were covered by sturdy nylons.
She said she read my e-mail about what I wanted from the session and she
apologized about not wearing a miniskirt as I had requested; the only
mini she brought was ripped in an earlier session.  Her long dark hair
fell in tight spirals.  She also had on a headband and fairly large hoop
earrings, and her pretty, round face was lightly made up and almost
always smiling.  

I later asked her how much she weighed, and she said she never gets on a
scale but she guessed about 200 lbs, which sounds about right.  She
asked my age later and I told her (I'm 39) and I asked her how old she
was; she told me but asked me not to report it here more precisely than
30-something.

We sat down on the edge of the bed and talked for a while.  She wanted
to know what I liked about being with strong women.  As usual I couldn't
articulate this very well.  I told her I was just very attracted to
powerful women and that wrestling was a good way to feel that power.
She went over some things to make sure that nobody got hurt and I told
her about the other wrestling women I've seen.

She asked about my "excitability" and I said I "excite" pretty easily in
these sessions but haven't yet had an "accident".   She said she didn't
mind when clients did have "accidents" and was glad when guys were
"excited",  otherwise what's the point!  (Note: Nothing overtly sexual
happened during the session, nor did I expect anything beyond the
unavoidable physical contact while wrestling.  An encounter with a
powerful woman pushes so many buttons for me, a mere sexual act would be
a disappointment!)

After maybe ten minutes of talk, I stripped to my shorts and we were
ready for action.  I asked Rayne to pose a bit so I could admire her and
get an idea of what I was getting into.  She stood in a solid
double-biceps flex, now a little taller than me since I took off my
shoes.  I'd hoped she would take off some more of her clothes, but she
never did (except her sandals) and I didn't ask.  Her upper arms
were huge, if undefined.  I could not get both hands to meet around her
biceps!  She had a healthy amount of body fat, mostly around her
abdomen.  Her lower body was very firm, her thighs thick and her butt
very solid.  The posing lasted one or two minutes and I asked to be
lifted.

She smiled as she pulled me into a tight bearhug, lifting my 220 lbs off
the floor.  She held me for just a moment before she jumped on the bed,
me under her.  What followed was more like domination than wrestling,
but it's not like I had a choice.  She was so much stronger than me, I
never had a chance.  

I like being held under a strong girl, on my back in a school boy pin,
and that's exactly where Rayne put me time and again.  There was never a
question of "letting" her get me in a position, no "if I really
tried..."  If you are looking for a competitive match with Rayne and you
want to win once in a while, you might not like the outcome.  I'm not a
weak guy, but you'd have to be an unusually strong wrestler to have a
chance against Rayne.  With the big body builders I've met (Karla Nelson
and Thea Bennington) I at least felt brief moments of control.  Never so
on this day.  She laughed often as I struggled under her, and would tell
me great stories about wrestling boys in school.  If she relaxed a hold
to shift position, any escape would be foiled by a firm hand on my chest
pushing me back down.

I wish I could better describe what happened when we wrestled, but there
wasn't much to it:  she would put me on my back with little difficulty
and hold me down as long as she liked.  For our next session I have some
ideas to make things more interesting but at the time I was too
overwhelmed to do anything but enjoy the moment.

I guess some guys like head scissors and sleeper holds.  I don't know if
they would like Rayne's, which had me submitting in about a second.  I
never could get over how strong she was, her power a constant surprise.
I asked to armwrestle.  We went with right arms first and it took about
five seconds for her to put me down.  We went to our left arms, and I
decided to really try to win.  I said go and started pushing hard, only
to be put down hard and fast in under a second!

There were only a few other lifts, once high up on her solid shoulder
but mostly in the inescapable bearhug.  Most of the time was spent on
the bed with me under her, Rayne usually laughing, me sometimes
squirming until I was worn out.  I sensed that the hour was long over,
but I was in heaven hoping it would go on forever.  We talked about
everything, usually her talking and me listening and asking questions.
I was beaten and exhausted from my futile struggles, while she showed no
signs of exertion as she looked down at me, her face framed by the long
coils of hair.

Later, we sat at the side of the bed and talked (mostly about politics,
hers being only slightly to the left of mine) for a while, sipping
water.  It was very pleasant, but that too had to pass.  The phone rang
and I got dressed as she talked to (I assumed) her next customer.  After
she hung up we hugged goodbye, and before I knew it I was hoisted off
the ground again!  I wrapped my legs around her waist and she jumped on
the bed again (it must've been a very strong bed to survive this!) for a
few last minutes of dominant cuddling.  Finally she let me go and I
sadly said goodbye as we slowly walked to the door.  I told her I looked
forward to seeing her again soon and she asked me to keep in touch.  I
let myself out as she firmly fondled my butt on the way.

I took my watch out of my coat pocket to find that the session had
lasted two and a half hours!  I don't know how typical this is of
Rayne's sessions, but if I wasn't already eager to see her again the
length of our meeting would have clinched it.

I'm writing this a day later, still a little sore, the memories of being
held by Rayne still fresh.  I don't have any other sessions planned in
the near future, but whomever I'll see next (Th-resa Bostick?  Sonia
Fernandes?)  will have a new standard to meet.