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Lillith
5’2 ½” 166lbs 34yo
I am part punk, part feminist and dashes of other mostly-spicy things. I began taking taekwondo when I was nine and earned my black belt when I was fourteen. I began weightlifting when I was thirteen and was already a top sprinter. On the high school track team I had to hustle between sprints, hurdles, discus and shot put. I was never a traditional athlete, but I enjoyed track and field and LOVED martial arts. I also had a devious side and looked for more hand-to-hand combat experiences. When I was fifteen I began to powerlift and I went from being a muscular young lady to being a VERY muscular young lady. I also had a chance to take what is now known as MMA-classes for free. One of my former taekwondo instructor had gone extreme and became a great MMA-practitioner and instructor. He had already started training my good friend, Martha. He realized that there was a real opportunity for us for several reasons. We both had a lot of skill, no fear, tons of muscle and a real inner-bitch that was evident more and more as people got to know me better and see me in action.
My track and field career ended when I graduated from high school, but I was just learning the craft of MMA, mostly grappling, but also throwing merciless punches and kicks. I also kept lifting often and a lot.
I spent two years as a personal trainer, fight competitor and coach. I didn’t know what I wanted to do after high school, so that’s what I did until I could think more about it. I spent 10-15 hours a week training men and women in the gym even though I really didn’t have any formal training. People took one look at me and they knew I must know what I’m doing.
I also began working for Muellerr, a friend of mine to this day doing underground submission wrestling. He also got me going with session/travel wrestling which allowed me to advance my skills significantly, make a lot of money and really dive into the world of Female Domination, Man-Taming and Man-Training. I’ll get into considerable detail about these activities in just a bit.
Around the time I turned 21 I started school again and became a paramedic and then a Registered Nurse. I knew I didn’t want to be a full-time, life-long fighter and Domme. I also didn’t want to be in gym clothes training people to lift and fight as my forever-job. I wanted a more mainstream, professional job so I could cater to my “naughty whims” as a hobby and a way to add on to my income.
Lets get back to my 2 ½ years of doing session/travel wrestling and learning the ins and outs of being an Authentic Dominatrix. I call myself an Authentic Dominatrix, but I don’t mean to imply that other women are un-authentic Dommes. I use the term ‘Authentic’ because when I go one-on-one with a man, in almost all instances, he genuinely gets beaten up before he gets degraded and emasculated. He feels inferior because he sincerely did all he could against me, but failed. While not all of my times with men have been ass-beating then Fem-Dom, most have been. The top formula, for an Authentic Dominatrix, is to legitimately kick a man’s ass and then turn that physical domination into a verbal, emotional and even sometimes a sexual domination. He doesn’t get to have sex with me, but he ends up a bruised and battered man in a sexual sense. As a result of his time with me, the gentleman no longer looks in the mirror and sees a handsomely-hung, confident, testosterone-filled stud. He sees a recently-crushed victim of mine who has little-to-no confidence in his masculinity and fear that his man-card will permanently and irrevocably revoked.
Mueller trained us and had us work in a very old school gym in a not-so-charming part of San Juan (Puerto Rico). It wasn’t the worst part of town, but it was tough and you never wanted to look vulnerable or lost. I spent about 10 months learning how to grapple even better and how to be an even superior stand-up fighter. I went to high school in Florida, but the culture of the gym and the city were very familiar to me. I had lived in San Juan as a child and understood the way things worked and how people handled their business. Mueller felt I was ready to do underground submission wrestling and some MMA fights but he also gave me the green light to beat men in wrestling and muscle worship sessions. The underground events were often right at the gym or at other gyms and houses. If it was at a house it was a really super-nice house. The sessions took place at the gym in one of the small, private rooms that had mats and pretty good ventilation and air conditioning.
Right around this time, from age 19-21, I was about 155lbs and I was doing 355lb squats to go along with 370lb deadlifts and I benched 175lbs. But I would say I was more of a fighter than a lifter. I was driven, along with Martha and two other women, about 90 minutes outside of San Juan to a very exclusive, WASP-type resort where Mueller told us we’d be facing some very wealthy brothers and a couple men they knew. All four guys were Morroccan and all of them were between 40 and 48 years old, 5’7”-5’10” and 150-170lbs.. They were clean-shaven, somewhat handsome but also a bit like scheming foreign business men. They were also well-mannered and clearly happy to see us. Martha was always a big-time security blanket for me and we were joined by Conny and Carla. I had helped bring both ladies into the group because I had known them both for almost ten years. Like me, they have an aggressive mentality, killer skills, great strength and the ability to make most men wish they were never born. We were all between 20 and 22 and ready to show these guys our muscles, but also our skills.
The event and the whole evening was about as good as it gets. Each one of us wrestled one of the guys, but we also dominated our guy, danced for/on him and gave each gentleman a special, different kind of one-on-one experience with a female. There was no sex, but it was a very sensual evening with sexual overtones and related-activities being a constant.
I had never really wrestled a man like Ibrahim before. He was sophisticated, not weight-trained, not fight-trained and a wealthy, admitted lover of muscular women. He was 42 years old, just over double my age at the time. I had absolutely no nerves by the time we started. We had all flexed for the guys and they were all humble, respectful, turned-on and probably a bit nervous and maybe scared. They must have wondered if they’d get more than they bargained for in a potentially bone-breaking way. If I were Ibrahim I would have been terrified.
Martha had already spent about a half-hour destroying her male opponent and I’m sure she has or will describe that to you. I knew I’d have to give Ibrahim a similar ego-busting experience. The look on his face when he saw my thighs in just a bikini on told me a lot! He was gulping and couldn’t help looking back at my quads and becoming visibly aroused and shaken.
My 5’8” 160lb male opponent was the victim of a back-breaker-finish where he was across my shoulders, facing the ceiling and pulled apart by the chin and the thigh. I nailed him in six or seven angles eliciting some of the most pathetic submission sounds I’ve ever heard. As I dropped him to the ground I finally ended the mystery and spoke my 1st words since the start of the match. He’s a paraphrase of what I’d say at a time like this;
“Crash landing, what a beautiful sounds. You weren’t able to put up much of a fight, were you? Since you speak English, Arabic, Spanish and French you will now tell me what a little slave man you are in each language. Then tell everyone what a small dick you have in each language.
Then we’ll get a chance to finally see it in the flesh. Here you’ve been all match, getting your ass kicked, ripping out your own chest hair and getting slapped around by a woman half your age. And in just a bit, Ibrahim, you will be exposed. There will be nowhere to hide as your friends and these beautiful women will all see you naked, totally buck-naked. We’ll see if you keep that old-man-boner of yours.
But lets not get too far ahead of ourselves, my weak-dicked little slave-boy. Before I rip your little undies off I’m going to whip your ass one more time. This time I’m going to slam your weak little chicken leg between my big, muscular thighs. I’m going to squeeze until you think they’ll snap in pieces. Then, dickwad, I’ll put each of your little whip-like arms between my legs and I’ll squeeze them just as hard. At that point you’ll probably wonder if I’m a sick-ass-sadist or a brutal man-hater who came here just to hurt you. But lastly, old man, I will stick that little pea-head and that stack of dimes you call a neck between my thighs. I’m going to squeeze, my little friend, and it’s going to hurt…a lot. You’ll pray to pass out. At least then you won’t be in such a helpless, emasculating, painful situation. But we will start at-even, Ibrahim, so if you have any way of fighting back, any tricks up your sleeve, now is the time to use it. Unless you can prevent me from doing it, I will squeeze you limb by limb until I feel your weak ribs and pencil-neck between my thighs. It will turn me on to see you turn purple. And how will I know when to stop? I will stop as soon as you pass out, which will also be the exact moment I orgasm. Yes, my dear, knocking men out and leaving them unconscious on the floor turns me on. Get ready to fight me off, Ibrahim. Inspire yourself, because if you can’t prevent me from having my way then you’ll wave goodbye, forever, to your manhood”.
I took Ibrahim right to the brink of unconsciousness before allowing him freedom. I didn’t really want to knock him out because some sad excuse for a man once pissed himself after I KO’ed him so I played it safe with this old man.
But I did remove his shorts and underwear and had already ripped his shirt into pieces. Ibrahim stood before everyone naked in his full shame.
“Look at that hard dick shaking up and down just a bit. It’s vibrating, hun, why? You must be a born submissive. Your mommy probably carried you around until you were 8 years old. In other words, just about the time you stopped breast feeding. Look at this, ladies, the more I tease him the harder his cock gets.
I’ll give you some credit, Ibrahim, you are sexually attracted to a hot woman! I bet you’ll see me in your dreams and nightmares for a long, long time to come. And I’ll admit that your dick is longer and a bit thicker than I thought it would be. I even see some balls there. Granted, I didn’t have great expectations for you, but nonetheless you exceeded my mere 4.5-inch-erect-dick prediction. I’m not sure you’d hang off a 6-inch ruler, Ibrahim, but at least you’ve got a somewhat respectable f*ck-stick.”
I did some tricks with my beaten man’s body, including having him pull out more chest hair and crawl to give it to me. I also put some clothes-pins on his nipples and some less-painful chip clips on his penis and on his testicles. He looked hilarious and I eventually took pity on Ibrahim. I held his manhood in my hand for the next hour. By the time us ladies were deciding how to put an exclamation point on the evening, Ibrahim had an understandably raging case of Blue-Balls. His over-filled testicles were bloated and causing him tremendous pain. He simply couldn’t get soft and remained next to me as I literally had him by the balls.
Carla face-sat her Victim which made me ask her if I could borrow that move. Martha and I were ashamed that we didn’t take things that far. I guess it didn’t occur to me. I put my weak, blue-ball-pained man face-up and settled my thighs and my womanhood right over Ibrahim’s face. For the next twenty minutes I took myself to multiple orgasms as did Martha. Our Slave-Boys remained erect and kissed, licked and fingered us as if their life depended on it. By the time I was finished I had multiple powerful orgasms and Ibrahim looked more pathetic yet aroused and whipped as any man I had ever seen…and I had already seen a lot of emasculated runts and broken half-men.
Ultimately, we waited until the end and each man had a severe medical need to lose his load. We decided to go one at a time and milk the men. We didn’t have to do this, but they were sweet guys and we had really beaten the sh*t out of them! We used slippery lotion but Ibrahim still lost his load fairly quickly, at least the 1st time. Then I milked him dry and enjoyed the site of his newly-flaccid, tiny penis no bigger than 3 inches long. His thickness was now a thing of the past as his defeated, relieved little nub of a dick just sat still.
We also, just weeks later, were in Miami doing a four-on-four set of matches in a far different set-up. Two extremely wealthy brothers in their late-50’s/early-60’s paid for us to come to Miami and they got some assistance finding 4 men between 5’5”-5’9” and 135-165 pounds. They wanted to watch 4 women face 4 men. These guys knew Mueller and had seen pictures of our thighs mostly, but also had an introduction to the rest of us, including our background and what we could offer.
Henry, Eddie, Davis and Richard (we all called him “Dick” of course) were as-advertised as were Loren and Mo (the guys who paid for the event). In these matches, we’d use 5-minutes rounds with 3 total rounds. There was to be NO submission # rules. It was 15 minutes no matter what shape the men were in. These were the main matches, but we did an ‘all-at-once’ match first. All 4 combatants would wrestle at the same time. If someone tapped, then it went to 4-on-3 and so on until an entire team was eliminated. How much Dominance we displayed was really up to us in the 4-on-4 and the 1-on-1 matches. We also agreed to be Worshipped by Loren and Mo afterwards. As-is always the case, sex is not expected at all. These type of guys (Loren and Mo) want to see females kick male ass more than sex. Sex is actually easier to arrange for guys. A set-up like this is not. So while Loren and Mo would get to feel our muscles and get some nice Alpha-Woman contact, they weren’t the ones getting the sh*t beaten out of them.
I was 160lbs at the time, Carla was about 155, Conny was about 160-165 and Martha was about 190lbs. I squared off with Henry, Carla took Eddie, Conny matched-up with Davis and Martha got Dick (literally I guess). There was plenty of place for the 4-on-4 and just Loren, Mo and Mueller were watching.
I came right at Henry and once I got him around the collar I could tell that he had a deer-in-the-headlights reaction. His 2 years of high school wrestling and 1 year of taekwondo didn’t seem to be helping much. Meanwhile I could only see Conny and I could only hear Martha. I could see Conny settle-in over Davis and I knew an arm-bar-submission was her goal. She seemed well on her way. Martha took her little man, Dick, over her hip apparently and I felt the 1st thud of him landing and then her landing in top of him. I figured Carla was probably off to a good start. Then I heard her say “Girls, it’ll be 4-on-3 soon”. Carla put the screws to Eddie and with his knee pressing against his forehead WHILE being lifted in this cradle-hold, nobody could blame Eddie for giving up.
I then remember Carla saying “wow, none of you ladies seem to need any help.”
Sure enough, Carla watched and teased the guy swhile giving us advice. She even declared that the situation looked like a dick-shrinking party so we should make sure to have a delightful time extinguishing each man’s masculinity to our exact liking. I gave Henry an early sign of what would come later when he faced one of the other ladies. I encircled his body with my killer thighs. I pressed until he was gasping for breath and the sorry excuse for a man tapped out. If I would have placed my legs a few inches higher his ribs would have cracked.
It was time for me to stand up and see if either Conny or Martha needed help. But Martha was just about ready to ask who should put their boy out last. Conny said she’d make Davis choke himself with his own arms so Martha could end things, as she likes to, with her opponent’s back over her thigh in a very brutal back-breaker. Everything went as planned as all 4 men were nursing their owwies and looking up at the victorious ladies. We each told our beaten-bitch to lay face-up, arms at their side. We all agreed to put our foot on the guys’ balls and have them all beg for mercy as passionately as possible. The worst begger would get his balls stepped on. While all the fellas were passionate, I didn’t feel the deep sincerity in Henry’s voice so I pressed down on his balls with the balls of my feet. I began to see a few tears run down his cheeks and I reminded him that “this is just the beginning”. He reassured me that he’d be fine and I told him that WE WOMEN would decide that.
From Mueller;
That evening got off to a killer start. After beating the guys 4-on-4, the women got down to their bikinis from their spandex workout-gear. The site of these 4 men licking their wounds and these 4-thunder-thigh ladies flexing and looking on in delight left every man in the room, all 7 of us, erect as can be. Carla then said “stand up Mueller. Look, boys, he’s our boss and look what I’m going to do to him”.
Carla went about a foot below my balls and open-hand-slapped them upwards, making me fall to the ground in massive pain from this simple slap. Martha said “If she’ll do that to our boss, just imagine what we’ll do to you bitches”. Boys, we are off to an interesting start here this evening”.
Lillith had a punk-rocker look to her and I had measured her thighs at 25.5-inches at the time, and they are now 26.75. If I were one of these men I would have been most terrified of her because of the look on her face. When the 5’6” 154lb Eddie was placed against Lillith for the 3-round, 5 min/round set-up he looked down nervously and nobody could blame him for looking terrified.
Lilllith had a 910-lb lifting total (squat + deadlift + bench press. Numbers for this era listed above). Eddie had listed a 280lb squat, a 330lb deadlift and a 145lb bench press. His 755 total put him behind Lillith but the match would be even more of a mismatch than their lifting numbers may indicate.
Lillith wore a very dark navy bikini that made her shine. This lady’s thighs were enough to terrify and excite any man. She had washboard abs, a perfectly round set of glutes and a set of delts, traps, arms and chest to die for. She also had an unsatisfied and very serious look on her face. She said “this will be fun” but that sentiment didn’t really match her non-verbal cues.
From Lillith;
I remember deciding to take each arm individually and disable them. Of course I first needed to take this small, relatively handsome man down and remove his breath. His dignity would be taken away later. I was delighted when Eddie decided to take the bait and try for a single-leg-take-down. He tried yanking at my right leg but it was hopeless. I encourgaed him to grab and pull both legs and he tried it. The pathetic pleb did all he could but I couldn’t be budged. I simply shook my head, laughed a very little bit and told him that his chances do not look any better now than they did when he stood across from me terrified before we began.
I gave Eddie one more chance to take me down that way before grabbing his head and neck aggressively and placing them face-down between my thighs. I held his wrists and pressed my legs together gradually getting more forceful. I slapped his back, leaving an imprint before pulling his undershirt back into place.
“Would you like to punch my legs? Try it, Easy-Eddie.”
Eddie wouldn’t punch my legs, probably understanding that it was another trap. Instead he gently tapped out. In our one minute of combat, Eddie looked like he had been run over by a van. I kept thinking ‘it can get worse, Eddie, it can always get worse’. I had men to entertain and a man to break-down and I was going to enjoy the process. I also had my female friends and co-fighters watching and very much wanted them to be impressed with my dick-crushing (literally and figuratively skills.
After wrenching away at Eddie’s arms and his left leg in the 1st round, it was on to his right leg and torso in the 2nd round. Another several submissions followed, but my stern warning at the end of the 2nd round was what really sent the biggest waves of fear through Eddie’s soul. I stood over him, grabbed his crotch and said “3rd round is ALL head-scissors”.
Eddie had apparently taped his penis upwards and wore several pairs of underwear. It wasn’t a bad way to go for him, but once I discovered his approach and technique, I decided to change how he was doing business. Between the 2nd and 3rd round I bullied Eddie into showing everyone how he taped/arranged his cock and balls. He had the right to say “no” to me, I like giving men choices. But I also like doling out consequences. If he were to disobey me then he’d need to live with the still-unknown consequences. Eddie decided, immediately, to drop his drawers. He took the tape off and indeed, it had held his erect cock upwards. He was down to a single pair of orange undies and his pathetic, white undershirt as we prepared for the 3rd round.
I used every part of my legs to crush any remaining remnants of pride and testosterone out of Eddie’s system. At times I placed him between my upper thighs and flexed before pressing my legs together and eventually squeezing. Other times I simply pinned him with one leg across his chest and the other one was pressing the air out of his stomach. In the meantime, I reached in and grabbed his family jewels and reminded him that 5 minutes can be a very, very long time.
When the 5-minutes concluded I stood up after spending the last :45 sitting my glutes right on Eddie’s face. It must have been like connecting 2 medicine balls and leaving them flush on his face. All that was left, for the time being, was to take Eddie’s shirt off, remove his orange undies and pose, smiling and flexing, over my beaten male opponent. This 36-year-old-man had gotten fully, completely emasculated by a 20-year-old woman who still wasn’t done yet.
I asked Loren to pour some water for Eddie, which he did. I told Eddie he’d be performing an Amazon Ritual where he’d literally rip out AT LEAST 25 of his pubic hairs and put them in the water. He’d then need to drink it all. The pubes would stay stuck in his mouth and on his teeth for a bit, reminding him of his circumstances and what happened when he wrestled with a woman. I told everyone that it’s also supposed to give the beaten man the Power of his Pubes. This would, by legend, re-introduce his body to some masculinity. Of course it was all B.S., but everyone (except maybe Eddie) laughed and enjoyed Eddie’s emasculation.
Lastly, I got more water and put purple dye in it. I made Eddie dip and keep his scrotum in the water to turn it purplish. I wanted to do pink, but I figured it wouldn’t show up well. Sure enough, Eddie watched the rest of the men take a beating while dealing with pubes inbetween his teeth and a purple sack.
From Mueller;
Having Lillith go 1st was a good idea. She beat Eddie’s ass to the bone. His life and manhood were, literally, in her hands. The image of that set of thighs crushing him would have given Eddie’s loved ones a heart attack. Eddie was married and while I’m sure he kept this a secret from his wife and child, it’s hard to see how he could totally suppress the shame and thrill of being dominated by Lillith. Eddie WAS given a 1-10 choice of how hard to be hand-slapped in the balls. He picked a 2.5 and that’s exactly what he got. While Eddie briefly looked breathless and like he might throw up, he was able to regain his composure and stay seated and naked, to watch the other three men try and do better than he did.
From Lillith;
There is not much else to say about Eddie. Things worked out well. Some men have a bigger feitsh than their pain tolerance can handle. Overall I’d say he was able to cope with a nice amount of physical, mental and emotional abuse. I’m sure my power lived on in his dreams and nightmares for years to come.
In terms of the meanest things I’ve done or the most pain I’ve caused, that would be with a racist guy and with a perverted car dealer. Keep in mind that I am now 34-years-old and men have generally been very nice and respectful to me during my lifetime. Very few guys have made the error of getting on my bad side.
But one time, in early 2018, a guy at the grocery store apparently thought I skipped him in line. He didn’t even directly tell me what pissed him off, but he said VERY LOUDLY “put her fat ass on the other side of the Wall”. This was in south Florida and I looked at him and said “I’m not Mexican. Did I do something to upset you”?
He said I skipped him. I immediately apologized and said “You need a hug, sir”.
He apparently felt maybe a bit bad because he gave a look like “it’s okay” but he was accepting the hug….except it wasn’t a hug. I pinned his arms to his side, immobilized his torso and smashed my 26 ¾” right thigh up into his balls. He was defenseless, immobile and unable to prevent a 2nd thigh-shot to his balls. He made a horrendous noise when folding into the fetal position on the ground. My guess is he was about 40-years-old, 5’7” 180-190lbs..I absolutely destroyed his balls and then left the store with my cart still full and at the check-out. I don’t know how things unfolded for him or for his broken balls.
The only other time I had to really mess a guy up was at a car dealership. On a test-drive this car salesman kept telling me how nice my legs and body are. When we got back he said “I want to kiss you. May I?”
I was stunned! This was me trying to test-drive and buy a car and the salesman thinks he’s going to Perv me? I was stunned by how brazen this guy was and eventually he said “what a rear end” as I was walking. I turned around, signaled him to come closer and in something out of a movie I connected with a perfect front-kick to his balls. I then went behind him (nobody was around) and choked him out before literally throwing him in the backseat and leaving. Once again, I have no idea how badly hurt he was. They hadn’t asked for any identification to do the test drive, so I wasn’t worried about being chased down or getting in any sort of trouble.
As far as ball-busting is concerned, I did have 3 guys who wanted to be ball-busted during sessions and I did 2 ball-busting contests/shows. I made sure we communicated very clearly before we began in ball-busting sessions. And actually, it was always a wrestling/fem-dom session with some ball-busting included.
I never cared how hard the guy said he wanted to be kicked, kneed or smacked in his genitals. All I cared about is how he wanted to feel afterwards. This is VERY important for women to remember. Some guys wanted to be in pain for like 20 mins and then slowly recuperate and be able to jerk off 5 or 6 hours later. If it was up to THEM, they’d tell me to “kick like 75%”. But in reality, a 75% kick generally makes men cry, struggle to breathe and it takes a few hours to recover from the worst part and another many days before he can jerk off. He probably won’t even want to touch his privates for 5, 6 days. So when he tells me how much pain he wants, I decide how hard to smack.
Once the communication is all-set, I have zero issues popping men in the balls. I have precious few guys I wouldn’t hurt even if they wanted it. Other than those few, I like seeing the other 99.9% of men suffering and struggling from one of my groin strikes. I enjoy it greatly and if that’s a sin, then count me in!
I love public ball-busting or any form of audience seeing me nut-crunch. I’ve crushed 5 total men in the 2 contests/shows and I’d be cool doing more of these. There’s a quiet tension in the room before I strike his family jewels and it matters not if he has padding to protect himself. Either way I want him to end up devastated. Everyone can hear, feel and see the impact and the joyous sounds afterward delights my soul. I want to watch each and every second of a man’s suffering. One time I held the guy’s package as he peed and then eventually stroked his battered cock just to make sure his junk still worked. He was a really sweet man and I was thrilled to take him to his special place mentally and emotionally.
My favorite time in private was with a very kind 6’1” 230lb African American man. He loved my physique and it took him a while to ask about ball-busting. He was about thirty-one and I was about twenty-one. The first time I suggested testicles and penis squeezes, something I would NOT do with most men. But he was a repeat-Slave and I liked him. I also had never abused such a big, strong man or such a well-endowed area before. I will never forget him going from a big, strong, sturdy man to a crying puddle of a man as I slowly squeezed his testicles into smitherines. He was bawling and thanked me profusely. The next time I saw him he wanted a kick. The time after that he wanted a thigh-shot. He ended up being able to handle an 80% front kick to the balls, the only man I’ve known to handle that. And he could take a 70% thigh shot to the family jewels. That’s also a record. He’d need me and want me to sit by him and talk to him for the next couple hours which was delightful. I had a chance to go through the whole process with him. I am not sure I’d enjoy having sex with that hung of a guy, but his cock-and-balls were a blast to torture and toy with.
Presently I can squat 400lbs, deadlift 420 and bench press 195lbs. So it’s a 1,015lb total, something I am quite proud of. My marriage situation, I admit, is unusual. I got married 5-years ago when I was 29. My husband was married to my 1st cousin, Addy, who died at the age of 38 from cancer. I was 24 at the time and Roberto was 37. He approached me when I was 27, three years after his wife died. So my husband is 13 years older than me and we have a 2-year-old son.
Roberto is one of the leading oil researchers and a very smart, shy man. It took great courage for him to tell me how wonderful I am. Roberto is about 5’8” 185lbs and competed in bodybuilding for about 3 years. He also played professional baseball for 2 Summers. One of the sexiest activities ever is wrestling with my husband. He can bench press over 275lbs and has muscular legs as well. On occasion, he can defeat me, pinned me down and I can’t move. I have to submit, which is quite sexy. Or he turns me face-down and spanks me, also a genuine thrill. He can also, sometimes, lift and carry me during a match which is always sexy.
BUT, about 2/3rds of the time I beat Roberto! Can you imagine how sexy that is? It has happened about 7 out of our 11 times wrestling. I work super-hard, make sure he can’t get his power on top of me and then look for an opening to disable either arm or his head/neck. It is NEVER easy and NEVER fast! Ultimately, he’s so strong that I have to figure out a way to get my thighs around his head and neck. Usually I have his nose buried in my pussy or right above it. I need to hold his wrists or keep his arms somehow impotent as I flex, then press my legs together and finally squeeze. While I’ve made it all the way up to an 90% squeeze, I’ve never gotten up to 100%. That is a reality that makes Roberto blush with shame and makes his libido sizzle.
Is his deference and constant adoration of me due to the unshakable memory of getting his ass kicked? Not sure, but he’s a gem. While defeating my husband is my greatest joy, my greatest accomplishment is probably surpassing Antonio, my original taekwondo instructor. When he was my instructor, Antonio would often give two sets of directions or say that for males it will probably work one way and for women it will probably go another way. He had the idea that men create more force and have more power. While this is often times the case, not always, and I was thrilled when I could show him my grown-woman-force.
Like many martial artists, Antonio gravitated to MMA and at about 5’8” 160lbs, he had several training sessions and classes with me. We were paired up with each other, but hadn’t had any real 1-on-1 experiences. When Antonio wanted to enter the advanced “platinum” open mat times, he had to grapple with 3 people and I was basically the ‘middle’ person (the one closest to his size).
Antonio had been working on his ground game for almost 2 years, much less time than I had been at it. But he has great balance, quick thinking, more height than me (which can be an advantage or disadvantage) and he was used to combat situations. I frankly wanted him to advance to platinum open mat times, but my role was just to do my best to get him to tap out and to control him.
Antonio handled the match with the smaller guy pretty well and gave the larger, 195-ish pound guy enough of a challenge to make everyone feel like he might be a worthwhile addition and not water-down the group.
When Antonio saw me in no-GI and with more revealing clothes than usual, he did a double-take, that’s for sure. He knew I have thick-as-hell-thighs, but I think my overall density surprised him. I am about 5 lbs heavier than Antonio (this match, by the way, took place in very late 2017) but about a half-foot shorter and it seemed like his inner feeling of smallness may have been rearing its ugly head.
Antonio was happy to get on top and he must have had some idea of a path to victory. But what path he imagined made no sense to me. I trapped Antonio with my legs and as I locked my ankles his head dropped as he must have begun thinking that he made a possibly un-fixable mistake. As I got a better leg-grip around his lower ribs I took his head and neck under my arm and was folding him very painfully, squeezing his ribs and cutting off the circulation to his head and neck. Antonio tapped out and the 1st thing I heard was :53 seconds, Lillith wins.
Antonio was slow to get up and it was impossible to blame him. The dojo owner and lead instructor asked him if he wanted to call it a day and they’d all discuss the platinum-issue. Antonio said he’d get some water and try again against me. But he wouldn’t or couldn’t look at me.
While we were standing up it was okay for Antonio, but once we got down to the mat and off our feet, he was in a world of trouble. I got a side-scissors applied after about one minute of grappling and then managed to work him into a sleeper-type hold. I fiddled with the angles a little until I felt the fight and determination leave Antonio’s body. He tapped out but had made it 2:32 before having to throw in the towel. Everyone was ready to leave and every saw enough to do some thinking about Antonio’s future placement. Everyone was ready to leave except Antonio.
Stubborness isn’t a bad thing. Antonio felt that if he stuck to it and kept trying, he’d find a way to win. The problem was, he wasn’t going to win that day or that month or that year. It would have taken a lot of time and effort on his part because at that point in his life and mine, he was NOT going to defeat me.
How do you get a stubborn guy to quit? How do you get him to realize that he won’t win but he can get a much more severe beating if he keeps at it? Antonio needed a 5-year-plan or something like that, not a rematch with the woman that just crushed his ass. But I was good-to-go so I let him know that I’d grapple ONE more time with him that day. Antonio did all he could, but I was filled with confidence, aggression and the understanding that I better snuff out any thought he might have that he can win.
Once again, I got on Antonio’s back and applied a hold to the sides of his neck with my left arm. I held him still with my legs. I decided to keep my body-weight on Antonio and wanted to see if I could keep him trapped and totally subdued well enough to get my legs around his head and neck. Where there’s a will there is often times a way. And there was!
Here I was with my ex-taekwondo instructor between my 26+ inch thighs and I was positioning him to my liking before administering a cruel-thigh-beat-down. Initially I had him facing me frontward so I could look at him straight in the eyes and see his veins bulging and his face turning bright red. Then I lowered Antonio’s little neck so it was closer to my knees. He was then so beaten-down that I had Antonio facing my rear-end in an absolutely devastating reverse headscissors. So here we were, just the two of us by this point. I didn’t want to knock him out but I also didn’t mind it either. I felt a certain stillness and slowly took my vice-grips off his head and neck.
I put Antonio face-up and he woke up to his new reality and his severe embarrassment. I said something like this;
“I always remember to stay humble, Antonio. I can’t defeat all men, but I can defeat you. If I were you, I wouldn’t question that fact for many, many years and maybe forever. Whether or not you are deemed capable of platinum grappling, you are not capable of leaving me as the loser while you are the victor. Not gonna happen. Do what you need to but make sure you accept the fact that you lost to me, a lady, and it could have been as bad as I decided it should be”.
Antonio was not allowed to grapple in platinum for another five months. At that point he had a talk with me. He was, apparently and understandably, scared of getting on to the mats with me. I explained to Antonio that he needs to get back on the horse. He needed to grapple with me more and just tap out when need-be, so he wouldn’t get nearly the same rough treatment he got last time. I also told Antonio that he’d need to confront his male-superiority mind-set. He understood what I said and about one week later we grappled with one another.
Antonio has never been able to stand up to me or knock me down a peg or anything like that. As a matter of fact, even as he has improved on the mat, he still gets pummelled when we face off. I am too strong, too thick and too much for him. About 15-months ago he asked me if we could grapple, but in private. I had a good assumption about what was coming. He wasn’t able to slow me down but this time he hadn’t pinned his dick down or anything so I saw and felt his hard cock. He was ready to admit that after ALL the ego-breaking-torment he went through vs me, he also felt aroused by how humiliated he was and how inferior he was shown to be. Regardless, I just held him down and spoke some truths…
5’2 ½” 166lbs 34yo
I am part punk, part feminist and dashes of other mostly-spicy things. I began taking taekwondo when I was nine and earned my black belt when I was fourteen. I began weightlifting when I was thirteen and was already a top sprinter. On the high school track team I had to hustle between sprints, hurdles, discus and shot put. I was never a traditional athlete, but I enjoyed track and field and LOVED martial arts. I also had a devious side and looked for more hand-to-hand combat experiences. When I was fifteen I began to powerlift and I went from being a muscular young lady to being a VERY muscular young lady. I also had a chance to take what is now known as MMA-classes for free. One of my former taekwondo instructor had gone extreme and became a great MMA-practitioner and instructor. He had already started training my good friend, Martha. He realized that there was a real opportunity for us for several reasons. We both had a lot of skill, no fear, tons of muscle and a real inner-bitch that was evident more and more as people got to know me better and see me in action.
My track and field career ended when I graduated from high school, but I was just learning the craft of MMA, mostly grappling, but also throwing merciless punches and kicks. I also kept lifting often and a lot.
I spent two years as a personal trainer, fight competitor and coach. I didn’t know what I wanted to do after high school, so that’s what I did until I could think more about it. I spent 10-15 hours a week training men and women in the gym even though I really didn’t have any formal training. People took one look at me and they knew I must know what I’m doing.
I also began working for Muellerr, a friend of mine to this day doing underground submission wrestling. He also got me going with session/travel wrestling which allowed me to advance my skills significantly, make a lot of money and really dive into the world of Female Domination, Man-Taming and Man-Training. I’ll get into considerable detail about these activities in just a bit.
Around the time I turned 21 I started school again and became a paramedic and then a Registered Nurse. I knew I didn’t want to be a full-time, life-long fighter and Domme. I also didn’t want to be in gym clothes training people to lift and fight as my forever-job. I wanted a more mainstream, professional job so I could cater to my “naughty whims” as a hobby and a way to add on to my income.
Lets get back to my 2 ½ years of doing session/travel wrestling and learning the ins and outs of being an Authentic Dominatrix. I call myself an Authentic Dominatrix, but I don’t mean to imply that other women are un-authentic Dommes. I use the term ‘Authentic’ because when I go one-on-one with a man, in almost all instances, he genuinely gets beaten up before he gets degraded and emasculated. He feels inferior because he sincerely did all he could against me, but failed. While not all of my times with men have been ass-beating then Fem-Dom, most have been. The top formula, for an Authentic Dominatrix, is to legitimately kick a man’s ass and then turn that physical domination into a verbal, emotional and even sometimes a sexual domination. He doesn’t get to have sex with me, but he ends up a bruised and battered man in a sexual sense. As a result of his time with me, the gentleman no longer looks in the mirror and sees a handsomely-hung, confident, testosterone-filled stud. He sees a recently-crushed victim of mine who has little-to-no confidence in his masculinity and fear that his man-card will permanently and irrevocably revoked.
Mueller trained us and had us work in a very old school gym in a not-so-charming part of San Juan (Puerto Rico). It wasn’t the worst part of town, but it was tough and you never wanted to look vulnerable or lost. I spent about 10 months learning how to grapple even better and how to be an even superior stand-up fighter. I went to high school in Florida, but the culture of the gym and the city were very familiar to me. I had lived in San Juan as a child and understood the way things worked and how people handled their business. Mueller felt I was ready to do underground submission wrestling and some MMA fights but he also gave me the green light to beat men in wrestling and muscle worship sessions. The underground events were often right at the gym or at other gyms and houses. If it was at a house it was a really super-nice house. The sessions took place at the gym in one of the small, private rooms that had mats and pretty good ventilation and air conditioning.
Right around this time, from age 19-21, I was about 155lbs and I was doing 355lb squats to go along with 370lb deadlifts and I benched 175lbs. But I would say I was more of a fighter than a lifter. I was driven, along with Martha and two other women, about 90 minutes outside of San Juan to a very exclusive, WASP-type resort where Mueller told us we’d be facing some very wealthy brothers and a couple men they knew. All four guys were Morroccan and all of them were between 40 and 48 years old, 5’7”-5’10” and 150-170lbs.. They were clean-shaven, somewhat handsome but also a bit like scheming foreign business men. They were also well-mannered and clearly happy to see us. Martha was always a big-time security blanket for me and we were joined by Conny and Carla. I had helped bring both ladies into the group because I had known them both for almost ten years. Like me, they have an aggressive mentality, killer skills, great strength and the ability to make most men wish they were never born. We were all between 20 and 22 and ready to show these guys our muscles, but also our skills.
The event and the whole evening was about as good as it gets. Each one of us wrestled one of the guys, but we also dominated our guy, danced for/on him and gave each gentleman a special, different kind of one-on-one experience with a female. There was no sex, but it was a very sensual evening with sexual overtones and related-activities being a constant.
I had never really wrestled a man like Ibrahim before. He was sophisticated, not weight-trained, not fight-trained and a wealthy, admitted lover of muscular women. He was 42 years old, just over double my age at the time. I had absolutely no nerves by the time we started. We had all flexed for the guys and they were all humble, respectful, turned-on and probably a bit nervous and maybe scared. They must have wondered if they’d get more than they bargained for in a potentially bone-breaking way. If I were Ibrahim I would have been terrified.
Martha had already spent about a half-hour destroying her male opponent and I’m sure she has or will describe that to you. I knew I’d have to give Ibrahim a similar ego-busting experience. The look on his face when he saw my thighs in just a bikini on told me a lot! He was gulping and couldn’t help looking back at my quads and becoming visibly aroused and shaken.
My 5’8” 160lb male opponent was the victim of a back-breaker-finish where he was across my shoulders, facing the ceiling and pulled apart by the chin and the thigh. I nailed him in six or seven angles eliciting some of the most pathetic submission sounds I’ve ever heard. As I dropped him to the ground I finally ended the mystery and spoke my 1st words since the start of the match. He’s a paraphrase of what I’d say at a time like this;
“Crash landing, what a beautiful sounds. You weren’t able to put up much of a fight, were you? Since you speak English, Arabic, Spanish and French you will now tell me what a little slave man you are in each language. Then tell everyone what a small dick you have in each language.
Then we’ll get a chance to finally see it in the flesh. Here you’ve been all match, getting your ass kicked, ripping out your own chest hair and getting slapped around by a woman half your age. And in just a bit, Ibrahim, you will be exposed. There will be nowhere to hide as your friends and these beautiful women will all see you naked, totally buck-naked. We’ll see if you keep that old-man-boner of yours.
But lets not get too far ahead of ourselves, my weak-dicked little slave-boy. Before I rip your little undies off I’m going to whip your ass one more time. This time I’m going to slam your weak little chicken leg between my big, muscular thighs. I’m going to squeeze until you think they’ll snap in pieces. Then, dickwad, I’ll put each of your little whip-like arms between my legs and I’ll squeeze them just as hard. At that point you’ll probably wonder if I’m a sick-ass-sadist or a brutal man-hater who came here just to hurt you. But lastly, old man, I will stick that little pea-head and that stack of dimes you call a neck between my thighs. I’m going to squeeze, my little friend, and it’s going to hurt…a lot. You’ll pray to pass out. At least then you won’t be in such a helpless, emasculating, painful situation. But we will start at-even, Ibrahim, so if you have any way of fighting back, any tricks up your sleeve, now is the time to use it. Unless you can prevent me from doing it, I will squeeze you limb by limb until I feel your weak ribs and pencil-neck between my thighs. It will turn me on to see you turn purple. And how will I know when to stop? I will stop as soon as you pass out, which will also be the exact moment I orgasm. Yes, my dear, knocking men out and leaving them unconscious on the floor turns me on. Get ready to fight me off, Ibrahim. Inspire yourself, because if you can’t prevent me from having my way then you’ll wave goodbye, forever, to your manhood”.
I took Ibrahim right to the brink of unconsciousness before allowing him freedom. I didn’t really want to knock him out because some sad excuse for a man once pissed himself after I KO’ed him so I played it safe with this old man.
But I did remove his shorts and underwear and had already ripped his shirt into pieces. Ibrahim stood before everyone naked in his full shame.
“Look at that hard dick shaking up and down just a bit. It’s vibrating, hun, why? You must be a born submissive. Your mommy probably carried you around until you were 8 years old. In other words, just about the time you stopped breast feeding. Look at this, ladies, the more I tease him the harder his cock gets.
I’ll give you some credit, Ibrahim, you are sexually attracted to a hot woman! I bet you’ll see me in your dreams and nightmares for a long, long time to come. And I’ll admit that your dick is longer and a bit thicker than I thought it would be. I even see some balls there. Granted, I didn’t have great expectations for you, but nonetheless you exceeded my mere 4.5-inch-erect-dick prediction. I’m not sure you’d hang off a 6-inch ruler, Ibrahim, but at least you’ve got a somewhat respectable f*ck-stick.”
I did some tricks with my beaten man’s body, including having him pull out more chest hair and crawl to give it to me. I also put some clothes-pins on his nipples and some less-painful chip clips on his penis and on his testicles. He looked hilarious and I eventually took pity on Ibrahim. I held his manhood in my hand for the next hour. By the time us ladies were deciding how to put an exclamation point on the evening, Ibrahim had an understandably raging case of Blue-Balls. His over-filled testicles were bloated and causing him tremendous pain. He simply couldn’t get soft and remained next to me as I literally had him by the balls.
Carla face-sat her Victim which made me ask her if I could borrow that move. Martha and I were ashamed that we didn’t take things that far. I guess it didn’t occur to me. I put my weak, blue-ball-pained man face-up and settled my thighs and my womanhood right over Ibrahim’s face. For the next twenty minutes I took myself to multiple orgasms as did Martha. Our Slave-Boys remained erect and kissed, licked and fingered us as if their life depended on it. By the time I was finished I had multiple powerful orgasms and Ibrahim looked more pathetic yet aroused and whipped as any man I had ever seen…and I had already seen a lot of emasculated runts and broken half-men.
Ultimately, we waited until the end and each man had a severe medical need to lose his load. We decided to go one at a time and milk the men. We didn’t have to do this, but they were sweet guys and we had really beaten the sh*t out of them! We used slippery lotion but Ibrahim still lost his load fairly quickly, at least the 1st time. Then I milked him dry and enjoyed the site of his newly-flaccid, tiny penis no bigger than 3 inches long. His thickness was now a thing of the past as his defeated, relieved little nub of a dick just sat still.
We also, just weeks later, were in Miami doing a four-on-four set of matches in a far different set-up. Two extremely wealthy brothers in their late-50’s/early-60’s paid for us to come to Miami and they got some assistance finding 4 men between 5’5”-5’9” and 135-165 pounds. They wanted to watch 4 women face 4 men. These guys knew Mueller and had seen pictures of our thighs mostly, but also had an introduction to the rest of us, including our background and what we could offer.
Henry, Eddie, Davis and Richard (we all called him “Dick” of course) were as-advertised as were Loren and Mo (the guys who paid for the event). In these matches, we’d use 5-minutes rounds with 3 total rounds. There was to be NO submission # rules. It was 15 minutes no matter what shape the men were in. These were the main matches, but we did an ‘all-at-once’ match first. All 4 combatants would wrestle at the same time. If someone tapped, then it went to 4-on-3 and so on until an entire team was eliminated. How much Dominance we displayed was really up to us in the 4-on-4 and the 1-on-1 matches. We also agreed to be Worshipped by Loren and Mo afterwards. As-is always the case, sex is not expected at all. These type of guys (Loren and Mo) want to see females kick male ass more than sex. Sex is actually easier to arrange for guys. A set-up like this is not. So while Loren and Mo would get to feel our muscles and get some nice Alpha-Woman contact, they weren’t the ones getting the sh*t beaten out of them.
I was 160lbs at the time, Carla was about 155, Conny was about 160-165 and Martha was about 190lbs. I squared off with Henry, Carla took Eddie, Conny matched-up with Davis and Martha got Dick (literally I guess). There was plenty of place for the 4-on-4 and just Loren, Mo and Mueller were watching.
I came right at Henry and once I got him around the collar I could tell that he had a deer-in-the-headlights reaction. His 2 years of high school wrestling and 1 year of taekwondo didn’t seem to be helping much. Meanwhile I could only see Conny and I could only hear Martha. I could see Conny settle-in over Davis and I knew an arm-bar-submission was her goal. She seemed well on her way. Martha took her little man, Dick, over her hip apparently and I felt the 1st thud of him landing and then her landing in top of him. I figured Carla was probably off to a good start. Then I heard her say “Girls, it’ll be 4-on-3 soon”. Carla put the screws to Eddie and with his knee pressing against his forehead WHILE being lifted in this cradle-hold, nobody could blame Eddie for giving up.
I then remember Carla saying “wow, none of you ladies seem to need any help.”
Sure enough, Carla watched and teased the guy swhile giving us advice. She even declared that the situation looked like a dick-shrinking party so we should make sure to have a delightful time extinguishing each man’s masculinity to our exact liking. I gave Henry an early sign of what would come later when he faced one of the other ladies. I encircled his body with my killer thighs. I pressed until he was gasping for breath and the sorry excuse for a man tapped out. If I would have placed my legs a few inches higher his ribs would have cracked.
It was time for me to stand up and see if either Conny or Martha needed help. But Martha was just about ready to ask who should put their boy out last. Conny said she’d make Davis choke himself with his own arms so Martha could end things, as she likes to, with her opponent’s back over her thigh in a very brutal back-breaker. Everything went as planned as all 4 men were nursing their owwies and looking up at the victorious ladies. We each told our beaten-bitch to lay face-up, arms at their side. We all agreed to put our foot on the guys’ balls and have them all beg for mercy as passionately as possible. The worst begger would get his balls stepped on. While all the fellas were passionate, I didn’t feel the deep sincerity in Henry’s voice so I pressed down on his balls with the balls of my feet. I began to see a few tears run down his cheeks and I reminded him that “this is just the beginning”. He reassured me that he’d be fine and I told him that WE WOMEN would decide that.
From Mueller;
That evening got off to a killer start. After beating the guys 4-on-4, the women got down to their bikinis from their spandex workout-gear. The site of these 4 men licking their wounds and these 4-thunder-thigh ladies flexing and looking on in delight left every man in the room, all 7 of us, erect as can be. Carla then said “stand up Mueller. Look, boys, he’s our boss and look what I’m going to do to him”.
Carla went about a foot below my balls and open-hand-slapped them upwards, making me fall to the ground in massive pain from this simple slap. Martha said “If she’ll do that to our boss, just imagine what we’ll do to you bitches”. Boys, we are off to an interesting start here this evening”.
Lillith had a punk-rocker look to her and I had measured her thighs at 25.5-inches at the time, and they are now 26.75. If I were one of these men I would have been most terrified of her because of the look on her face. When the 5’6” 154lb Eddie was placed against Lillith for the 3-round, 5 min/round set-up he looked down nervously and nobody could blame him for looking terrified.
Lilllith had a 910-lb lifting total (squat + deadlift + bench press. Numbers for this era listed above). Eddie had listed a 280lb squat, a 330lb deadlift and a 145lb bench press. His 755 total put him behind Lillith but the match would be even more of a mismatch than their lifting numbers may indicate.
Lillith wore a very dark navy bikini that made her shine. This lady’s thighs were enough to terrify and excite any man. She had washboard abs, a perfectly round set of glutes and a set of delts, traps, arms and chest to die for. She also had an unsatisfied and very serious look on her face. She said “this will be fun” but that sentiment didn’t really match her non-verbal cues.
From Lillith;
I remember deciding to take each arm individually and disable them. Of course I first needed to take this small, relatively handsome man down and remove his breath. His dignity would be taken away later. I was delighted when Eddie decided to take the bait and try for a single-leg-take-down. He tried yanking at my right leg but it was hopeless. I encourgaed him to grab and pull both legs and he tried it. The pathetic pleb did all he could but I couldn’t be budged. I simply shook my head, laughed a very little bit and told him that his chances do not look any better now than they did when he stood across from me terrified before we began.
I gave Eddie one more chance to take me down that way before grabbing his head and neck aggressively and placing them face-down between my thighs. I held his wrists and pressed my legs together gradually getting more forceful. I slapped his back, leaving an imprint before pulling his undershirt back into place.
“Would you like to punch my legs? Try it, Easy-Eddie.”
Eddie wouldn’t punch my legs, probably understanding that it was another trap. Instead he gently tapped out. In our one minute of combat, Eddie looked like he had been run over by a van. I kept thinking ‘it can get worse, Eddie, it can always get worse’. I had men to entertain and a man to break-down and I was going to enjoy the process. I also had my female friends and co-fighters watching and very much wanted them to be impressed with my dick-crushing (literally and figuratively skills.
After wrenching away at Eddie’s arms and his left leg in the 1st round, it was on to his right leg and torso in the 2nd round. Another several submissions followed, but my stern warning at the end of the 2nd round was what really sent the biggest waves of fear through Eddie’s soul. I stood over him, grabbed his crotch and said “3rd round is ALL head-scissors”.
Eddie had apparently taped his penis upwards and wore several pairs of underwear. It wasn’t a bad way to go for him, but once I discovered his approach and technique, I decided to change how he was doing business. Between the 2nd and 3rd round I bullied Eddie into showing everyone how he taped/arranged his cock and balls. He had the right to say “no” to me, I like giving men choices. But I also like doling out consequences. If he were to disobey me then he’d need to live with the still-unknown consequences. Eddie decided, immediately, to drop his drawers. He took the tape off and indeed, it had held his erect cock upwards. He was down to a single pair of orange undies and his pathetic, white undershirt as we prepared for the 3rd round.
I used every part of my legs to crush any remaining remnants of pride and testosterone out of Eddie’s system. At times I placed him between my upper thighs and flexed before pressing my legs together and eventually squeezing. Other times I simply pinned him with one leg across his chest and the other one was pressing the air out of his stomach. In the meantime, I reached in and grabbed his family jewels and reminded him that 5 minutes can be a very, very long time.
When the 5-minutes concluded I stood up after spending the last :45 sitting my glutes right on Eddie’s face. It must have been like connecting 2 medicine balls and leaving them flush on his face. All that was left, for the time being, was to take Eddie’s shirt off, remove his orange undies and pose, smiling and flexing, over my beaten male opponent. This 36-year-old-man had gotten fully, completely emasculated by a 20-year-old woman who still wasn’t done yet.
I asked Loren to pour some water for Eddie, which he did. I told Eddie he’d be performing an Amazon Ritual where he’d literally rip out AT LEAST 25 of his pubic hairs and put them in the water. He’d then need to drink it all. The pubes would stay stuck in his mouth and on his teeth for a bit, reminding him of his circumstances and what happened when he wrestled with a woman. I told everyone that it’s also supposed to give the beaten man the Power of his Pubes. This would, by legend, re-introduce his body to some masculinity. Of course it was all B.S., but everyone (except maybe Eddie) laughed and enjoyed Eddie’s emasculation.
Lastly, I got more water and put purple dye in it. I made Eddie dip and keep his scrotum in the water to turn it purplish. I wanted to do pink, but I figured it wouldn’t show up well. Sure enough, Eddie watched the rest of the men take a beating while dealing with pubes inbetween his teeth and a purple sack.
From Mueller;
Having Lillith go 1st was a good idea. She beat Eddie’s ass to the bone. His life and manhood were, literally, in her hands. The image of that set of thighs crushing him would have given Eddie’s loved ones a heart attack. Eddie was married and while I’m sure he kept this a secret from his wife and child, it’s hard to see how he could totally suppress the shame and thrill of being dominated by Lillith. Eddie WAS given a 1-10 choice of how hard to be hand-slapped in the balls. He picked a 2.5 and that’s exactly what he got. While Eddie briefly looked breathless and like he might throw up, he was able to regain his composure and stay seated and naked, to watch the other three men try and do better than he did.
From Lillith;
There is not much else to say about Eddie. Things worked out well. Some men have a bigger feitsh than their pain tolerance can handle. Overall I’d say he was able to cope with a nice amount of physical, mental and emotional abuse. I’m sure my power lived on in his dreams and nightmares for years to come.
In terms of the meanest things I’ve done or the most pain I’ve caused, that would be with a racist guy and with a perverted car dealer. Keep in mind that I am now 34-years-old and men have generally been very nice and respectful to me during my lifetime. Very few guys have made the error of getting on my bad side.
But one time, in early 2018, a guy at the grocery store apparently thought I skipped him in line. He didn’t even directly tell me what pissed him off, but he said VERY LOUDLY “put her fat ass on the other side of the Wall”. This was in south Florida and I looked at him and said “I’m not Mexican. Did I do something to upset you”?
He said I skipped him. I immediately apologized and said “You need a hug, sir”.
He apparently felt maybe a bit bad because he gave a look like “it’s okay” but he was accepting the hug….except it wasn’t a hug. I pinned his arms to his side, immobilized his torso and smashed my 26 ¾” right thigh up into his balls. He was defenseless, immobile and unable to prevent a 2nd thigh-shot to his balls. He made a horrendous noise when folding into the fetal position on the ground. My guess is he was about 40-years-old, 5’7” 180-190lbs..I absolutely destroyed his balls and then left the store with my cart still full and at the check-out. I don’t know how things unfolded for him or for his broken balls.
The only other time I had to really mess a guy up was at a car dealership. On a test-drive this car salesman kept telling me how nice my legs and body are. When we got back he said “I want to kiss you. May I?”
I was stunned! This was me trying to test-drive and buy a car and the salesman thinks he’s going to Perv me? I was stunned by how brazen this guy was and eventually he said “what a rear end” as I was walking. I turned around, signaled him to come closer and in something out of a movie I connected with a perfect front-kick to his balls. I then went behind him (nobody was around) and choked him out before literally throwing him in the backseat and leaving. Once again, I have no idea how badly hurt he was. They hadn’t asked for any identification to do the test drive, so I wasn’t worried about being chased down or getting in any sort of trouble.
As far as ball-busting is concerned, I did have 3 guys who wanted to be ball-busted during sessions and I did 2 ball-busting contests/shows. I made sure we communicated very clearly before we began in ball-busting sessions. And actually, it was always a wrestling/fem-dom session with some ball-busting included.
I never cared how hard the guy said he wanted to be kicked, kneed or smacked in his genitals. All I cared about is how he wanted to feel afterwards. This is VERY important for women to remember. Some guys wanted to be in pain for like 20 mins and then slowly recuperate and be able to jerk off 5 or 6 hours later. If it was up to THEM, they’d tell me to “kick like 75%”. But in reality, a 75% kick generally makes men cry, struggle to breathe and it takes a few hours to recover from the worst part and another many days before he can jerk off. He probably won’t even want to touch his privates for 5, 6 days. So when he tells me how much pain he wants, I decide how hard to smack.
Once the communication is all-set, I have zero issues popping men in the balls. I have precious few guys I wouldn’t hurt even if they wanted it. Other than those few, I like seeing the other 99.9% of men suffering and struggling from one of my groin strikes. I enjoy it greatly and if that’s a sin, then count me in!
I love public ball-busting or any form of audience seeing me nut-crunch. I’ve crushed 5 total men in the 2 contests/shows and I’d be cool doing more of these. There’s a quiet tension in the room before I strike his family jewels and it matters not if he has padding to protect himself. Either way I want him to end up devastated. Everyone can hear, feel and see the impact and the joyous sounds afterward delights my soul. I want to watch each and every second of a man’s suffering. One time I held the guy’s package as he peed and then eventually stroked his battered cock just to make sure his junk still worked. He was a really sweet man and I was thrilled to take him to his special place mentally and emotionally.
My favorite time in private was with a very kind 6’1” 230lb African American man. He loved my physique and it took him a while to ask about ball-busting. He was about thirty-one and I was about twenty-one. The first time I suggested testicles and penis squeezes, something I would NOT do with most men. But he was a repeat-Slave and I liked him. I also had never abused such a big, strong man or such a well-endowed area before. I will never forget him going from a big, strong, sturdy man to a crying puddle of a man as I slowly squeezed his testicles into smitherines. He was bawling and thanked me profusely. The next time I saw him he wanted a kick. The time after that he wanted a thigh-shot. He ended up being able to handle an 80% front kick to the balls, the only man I’ve known to handle that. And he could take a 70% thigh shot to the family jewels. That’s also a record. He’d need me and want me to sit by him and talk to him for the next couple hours which was delightful. I had a chance to go through the whole process with him. I am not sure I’d enjoy having sex with that hung of a guy, but his cock-and-balls were a blast to torture and toy with.
Presently I can squat 400lbs, deadlift 420 and bench press 195lbs. So it’s a 1,015lb total, something I am quite proud of. My marriage situation, I admit, is unusual. I got married 5-years ago when I was 29. My husband was married to my 1st cousin, Addy, who died at the age of 38 from cancer. I was 24 at the time and Roberto was 37. He approached me when I was 27, three years after his wife died. So my husband is 13 years older than me and we have a 2-year-old son.
Roberto is one of the leading oil researchers and a very smart, shy man. It took great courage for him to tell me how wonderful I am. Roberto is about 5’8” 185lbs and competed in bodybuilding for about 3 years. He also played professional baseball for 2 Summers. One of the sexiest activities ever is wrestling with my husband. He can bench press over 275lbs and has muscular legs as well. On occasion, he can defeat me, pinned me down and I can’t move. I have to submit, which is quite sexy. Or he turns me face-down and spanks me, also a genuine thrill. He can also, sometimes, lift and carry me during a match which is always sexy.
BUT, about 2/3rds of the time I beat Roberto! Can you imagine how sexy that is? It has happened about 7 out of our 11 times wrestling. I work super-hard, make sure he can’t get his power on top of me and then look for an opening to disable either arm or his head/neck. It is NEVER easy and NEVER fast! Ultimately, he’s so strong that I have to figure out a way to get my thighs around his head and neck. Usually I have his nose buried in my pussy or right above it. I need to hold his wrists or keep his arms somehow impotent as I flex, then press my legs together and finally squeeze. While I’ve made it all the way up to an 90% squeeze, I’ve never gotten up to 100%. That is a reality that makes Roberto blush with shame and makes his libido sizzle.
Is his deference and constant adoration of me due to the unshakable memory of getting his ass kicked? Not sure, but he’s a gem. While defeating my husband is my greatest joy, my greatest accomplishment is probably surpassing Antonio, my original taekwondo instructor. When he was my instructor, Antonio would often give two sets of directions or say that for males it will probably work one way and for women it will probably go another way. He had the idea that men create more force and have more power. While this is often times the case, not always, and I was thrilled when I could show him my grown-woman-force.
Like many martial artists, Antonio gravitated to MMA and at about 5’8” 160lbs, he had several training sessions and classes with me. We were paired up with each other, but hadn’t had any real 1-on-1 experiences. When Antonio wanted to enter the advanced “platinum” open mat times, he had to grapple with 3 people and I was basically the ‘middle’ person (the one closest to his size).
Antonio had been working on his ground game for almost 2 years, much less time than I had been at it. But he has great balance, quick thinking, more height than me (which can be an advantage or disadvantage) and he was used to combat situations. I frankly wanted him to advance to platinum open mat times, but my role was just to do my best to get him to tap out and to control him.
Antonio handled the match with the smaller guy pretty well and gave the larger, 195-ish pound guy enough of a challenge to make everyone feel like he might be a worthwhile addition and not water-down the group.
When Antonio saw me in no-GI and with more revealing clothes than usual, he did a double-take, that’s for sure. He knew I have thick-as-hell-thighs, but I think my overall density surprised him. I am about 5 lbs heavier than Antonio (this match, by the way, took place in very late 2017) but about a half-foot shorter and it seemed like his inner feeling of smallness may have been rearing its ugly head.
Antonio was happy to get on top and he must have had some idea of a path to victory. But what path he imagined made no sense to me. I trapped Antonio with my legs and as I locked my ankles his head dropped as he must have begun thinking that he made a possibly un-fixable mistake. As I got a better leg-grip around his lower ribs I took his head and neck under my arm and was folding him very painfully, squeezing his ribs and cutting off the circulation to his head and neck. Antonio tapped out and the 1st thing I heard was :53 seconds, Lillith wins.
Antonio was slow to get up and it was impossible to blame him. The dojo owner and lead instructor asked him if he wanted to call it a day and they’d all discuss the platinum-issue. Antonio said he’d get some water and try again against me. But he wouldn’t or couldn’t look at me.
While we were standing up it was okay for Antonio, but once we got down to the mat and off our feet, he was in a world of trouble. I got a side-scissors applied after about one minute of grappling and then managed to work him into a sleeper-type hold. I fiddled with the angles a little until I felt the fight and determination leave Antonio’s body. He tapped out but had made it 2:32 before having to throw in the towel. Everyone was ready to leave and every saw enough to do some thinking about Antonio’s future placement. Everyone was ready to leave except Antonio.
Stubborness isn’t a bad thing. Antonio felt that if he stuck to it and kept trying, he’d find a way to win. The problem was, he wasn’t going to win that day or that month or that year. It would have taken a lot of time and effort on his part because at that point in his life and mine, he was NOT going to defeat me.
How do you get a stubborn guy to quit? How do you get him to realize that he won’t win but he can get a much more severe beating if he keeps at it? Antonio needed a 5-year-plan or something like that, not a rematch with the woman that just crushed his ass. But I was good-to-go so I let him know that I’d grapple ONE more time with him that day. Antonio did all he could, but I was filled with confidence, aggression and the understanding that I better snuff out any thought he might have that he can win.
Once again, I got on Antonio’s back and applied a hold to the sides of his neck with my left arm. I held him still with my legs. I decided to keep my body-weight on Antonio and wanted to see if I could keep him trapped and totally subdued well enough to get my legs around his head and neck. Where there’s a will there is often times a way. And there was!
Here I was with my ex-taekwondo instructor between my 26+ inch thighs and I was positioning him to my liking before administering a cruel-thigh-beat-down. Initially I had him facing me frontward so I could look at him straight in the eyes and see his veins bulging and his face turning bright red. Then I lowered Antonio’s little neck so it was closer to my knees. He was then so beaten-down that I had Antonio facing my rear-end in an absolutely devastating reverse headscissors. So here we were, just the two of us by this point. I didn’t want to knock him out but I also didn’t mind it either. I felt a certain stillness and slowly took my vice-grips off his head and neck.
I put Antonio face-up and he woke up to his new reality and his severe embarrassment. I said something like this;
“I always remember to stay humble, Antonio. I can’t defeat all men, but I can defeat you. If I were you, I wouldn’t question that fact for many, many years and maybe forever. Whether or not you are deemed capable of platinum grappling, you are not capable of leaving me as the loser while you are the victor. Not gonna happen. Do what you need to but make sure you accept the fact that you lost to me, a lady, and it could have been as bad as I decided it should be”.
Antonio was not allowed to grapple in platinum for another five months. At that point he had a talk with me. He was, apparently and understandably, scared of getting on to the mats with me. I explained to Antonio that he needs to get back on the horse. He needed to grapple with me more and just tap out when need-be, so he wouldn’t get nearly the same rough treatment he got last time. I also told Antonio that he’d need to confront his male-superiority mind-set. He understood what I said and about one week later we grappled with one another.
Antonio has never been able to stand up to me or knock me down a peg or anything like that. As a matter of fact, even as he has improved on the mat, he still gets pummelled when we face off. I am too strong, too thick and too much for him. About 15-months ago he asked me if we could grapple, but in private. I had a good assumption about what was coming. He wasn’t able to slow me down but this time he hadn’t pinned his dick down or anything so I saw and felt his hard cock. He was ready to admit that after ALL the ego-breaking-torment he went through vs me, he also felt aroused by how humiliated he was and how inferior he was shown to be. Regardless, I just held him down and spoke some truths…
Jennifer
From Cole:
I will admit that I was a bit of a bully when I was younger. I felt that I could earn favor with other classmates if I could get them to join me in laughing at someone. Jennifer was one of my main targets. She had braces, bad skin and wasn’t the kind of young lady that guys liked or that other girls wanted to hang out with.
Our school had 5th and 6th grades together and then we went to a new school for 7th and 8th grade. From there it was on to high school. I picked on Jennifer all the way from 1st grade through 4th grade but then 5th and 6th grade were the main bullying years. I was a little taller than Jennifer and I was aggressive. I would throw things at her, push her, other physical bullying and a lot of teasing.
I didn’t see Jennifer much during 7th and 8th grade. Unfortunately, things changed by freshman year in high school. Jennifer was in 4 of my 8 classes. I remember that in Writing Class we had to write about ourselves and tell the class. I remember being surprised that Jennifer said her hobby was martial arts and mixed martial arts. I also admit that I noticed that Jennifer had grown and looked much better.
Throughout the entire time we were in high school I avoided Jennifer. I was my full height of 5’6” when I was 16. She was a couple inches taller than me. Jennifer also got to be nice looking and she started having noticeable muscles. Then before graduation there was an article in the newspaper about her winning martial arts grappling matches and having done two in-ring kick-boxing matches as soon as she turned 18. She won them both.
At a party right near the end of the year I was hanging out with a couple of friends at a party. Jennifer was there with a few of her friends and she had these light jeans on and her body looked amazing. One of my friends said that he’d love to grab her butt. I decided to be the life-of-the-party and I said “hey Jen-Hen, can we feel your ass. You’ve got a nice body now”. I remember Jennifer saying “Come and try”.
I walked up to Jennifer and as soon as my hand touched her butt she grabbed my wrist in some kind of death grip. As I bent down in pain Jennifer put her foot on my throat and led me to the ground that way. She was still torturing my wrist and then she put her feet on each side of my neck and pressed in. I remember nothing else up until I was outside. I was still on the ground but it was cold and Jennifer’s foot had moved. She now had one foot on my crotch and her hand was ready to choke me out. She then moved her hand off my throat and on to my shoulders. She pressed her foot up into my balls as she was pushing my shoulders down to add to the pain. I began crying and she left. My friends came and took me to my car. I needed a couple of hours before I could feel and look normal again.
We had about two weeks of school left and the Monday after the party (which was on Saturday night) there was another incident. For the first time ever Jennifer came up to me. She put her forearm into my chest, pushed me back against the locker and asked me if I still wanted to feel her up. I was terrified and stuttered out some “no’s” and apologized. I was so relieved when Jennifer let me go. One week later Jennifer told me I HAD to meet her at this certain address at 8:30PM. It was the dojo she trained at and she had the key. We were both 18 and graduating but this had taken over my thinking. I had spent every moment since the time she knocked me out in fear of her. She had a lot of reasons to hurt me and even though I didn’t think females could defeat males, I was scared.
When I arrived Jennifer had a wrestling singlet on. She looked tall, broad-shouldered and strong. I now know that she was 5’8” 155lbs. I was 5’6” 138lbs.. Jennifer got right to the point. She told me that I am, and have always been, a jerk and she was going to give me a sliver of payback. I had been getting teased badly by everyone who saw or heard about what Jennifer did to me. I decided that since SHE started this, I would go after her aggressively. Starting off even meant I would win in my mind. I was down to my shorts and a t-shirt and got ready to go. I figured we wouldn’t punch, kick, pull hair or gauge eyes, but since I wasn’t sure I just told her. “I won’t punch, kick, pull your hair or hurt you too bad. I’ll put you down, make you give up and I’ll leave”. Jennifer smiled and said “sure, sure, little man”. I really was confident because even though she was experienced, bigger and tough, I was a man. If a man really wants to he can beat a woman.
Jennifer and I began and once again she grabbed my wrist. She did it with blinding speed. As I was again withering in pain from this nerve hold, Jennifer wrapped her legs around my ribs and squeezed. I screamed. I thought that she was going to kill me. I cried but that didn’t get her to let me go. She was, however, willing to move the scissor-hold to my stomach. She almost knocked the wind out of me but said “I need to save you for my finale”. Jennifer let me go but then wrapped her legs around my head and neck. She looked down at me as I was trapped high up between her thighs. I remember that she said “sweet dreams, baby boy”. The next thing I remember is that Jennifer had my crotch in her hand and she was sitting on my chest. I left the dojo a couple hours later a physically, mentally and emotionally destroyed man.
I called Jennifer two weeks later and apologized. I had to get some closure or at least know that she wasn’t going to teach me any more lessons. My head was really messed up! Oddly enough I began telling her how beautiful she is, how thankful I am that she didn’t hurt me worse AND I told her that I wanted to see her again. WHY??? I had no idea why I was doing this. We remain in contact now three years later. She of course agreed to do this book and add her own memories.
From Jennifer:
Of course I was surprised when Cole told me that he wanted to share our story as part of an ebook. First off, yes, he was a horrible bully. Is beating a guy up because he butt-grabs an okay thing for a lady to do? Hmmmm…well, whether or not I am a bad person for doing what I did, I enjoyed it. And I don’t regret it!
I loved putting him on the ground during that party. I was the one who carried him outside. I put him over my left shoulder like he was a sack of potatoes. As far as bullying him at school by pressing him against the locker, that was super-fun also. There was tension involved but I would still use the word ‘fun’ to describe it.
Something really inspired me to invite him to the only place and time that I could have the match I wanted with this small fry. This was the only occasion where I could do what I wanted to do with him. I had been 18 for about 4 months and had beaten two men in that time and turned it sensual. In both cases they were male friends (21 and 24) that I trained with but hoped I could defeat. After defeating them I got sexual/sensual. I held them by the balls, made them crawl to me and I helped myself to squeezing their nuts and their butt. I caused bruises all over these guys! I HAD to do this to the bully who I knew I could defeat. Once I had the idea of Dominating Cole there was absolutely no turning back.
As soon as the match started I had to stop myself from laughing. He’s shorter, skinnier and totally inexperienced. This was an opponent that was inferior to ANYONE I had faced in years. I remember locking him down with a very basic wrist-lock and then I let my legs do the work. In all I knocked Cole out twice, put him in three back-breakers over my knee and used one of my belts as a leash for him. I also lifted him across my shoulders which must have been totally emasculating. While he was up there I did a hold called a “chopstick”. Meanwhile I berated him for his small dick. A chopstick is a way to hold and torture a man’s cock and balls with fingers and with the palm of the hand. His screams and his whining were so passionate and sincere that it got me sexually excited. When I had enough of Cole I dropped him to the floor. At that point I really let my inner-Domme roar! I grabbed Cole by the throat and the genitals (again) and led him to a wood chair. That’s where I put him over my lap and gave the bastard at least 100 spankings. The only breaks he had was when I was slapping his balls. Now in tears from the humiliation and pain, I carried Cole over to the mat like a baby. Then I dropped him. Turned on, I face-sat him until I was a fully-satisfied woman. I was kind enough to then let him recover. I had half-a-mind to drive him to his house and drop him on the front steps and ring the door bell.
I was not that shocked to hear from Cole weeks later, but only because of my knowledge of Female-domination. For some men it’s a great turn-on to be emasculated. This situation could be very intense because of the lifetime of bullying he did to me. As soon as I heard his general message to me I knew that I would be Enslaving Cole and making him my Pet. I didn’t have that much experience, but I already had a massive interest in Female-Domination and had been reading a lot about it. I was enjoying my transition into a formidable fighter and a Domme who had once been a picked-on-dork.
I first agreed to see Cole when I was in college. I had my own room and wanted to be alone with him. I also wanted to make sure that there would be very little small talk ahead of time. When I locked the door I looked sternly at him and said “kiss my ass”. I pulled my jeans off and was in a thong. Cole kissed my ass but I guess I expected more. I demanded that he make-out with it this time. He did his best, but I felt that he was sloppy and inefficient so I had two punishments for him. First off, I slapped him across the face four times. Then I told him to lay his pathetic little dick and his tiny testicles on the floor. He did as told and I rubbed my foot over them menacingly. It hurt a little but scared him a lot. Before he took me out for dinner I had him tell me ALL about how painful it had been to do the previous one-on-one battle with me. I was over-joyed to hear about how sore his ribs, neck, legs and balls were. He said that even his penis was bruised which delighted me. Before we left I had Cole stand before me naked. I threw his underpants away and made him wear strawberry shortcake undies made for a little girl. He really shouldn’t be wearing mens’ underwear since he’s such a little pussy. I also told him that his ‘junk’ is small enough to fit in girls undies. Cole blushed but there was no other reaction. Just “yes ma’am”.
We had a nice time together, but it was clearly not a date. This was a Goddess and her Slave. When we got back Cole hugged me and said that he better get going. I laughed, flipped him on to the floor and told him that I would determine when he comes and goes. He didn’t argue. I put Cole in four or five very painful moves and told him NOT to yell. He did his best. I removed my panties and rode his face. Cole then asked an understandable question; can we have sex? I told him that he would be working toward that but I wouldn’t say when that could be. I watched a movie while holding Cole. My legs were wrapped around him and his crotch was either in my hand or my feet were pressing on it. He may have a small crotch but it’s vibrant and lively! By the time the movie started his balls were ready to burst. I kept getting them more and more filled. I allowed him to leave after the movie but Cole could barely walk. He drove an SUV and before we got to his car I grabbed him, again, by the balls. I led him to the back seat. Then I stripped Cole naked. He was nervous as heck and scared of the unknown, but he was also aroused. He probably thought he was getting back-seat-sex, but instead I folded him up so his penis was inches from his face. I then used my thumb to pressure the underside of his shaft. Cole blew his load ALL over his face! I put his pants and shirt back on him and with jizz still on his face and dripping down, Cole had to drive home.
Cole needed to absorb a few more ass-kickings before I would give him sex. And actually I felt like I took his pearls away. It was sort of like beating him up and using him sexually. I test my Domination material on Cole and beat his ass every so often. The last thing I tried with him was a cock-cage. I kept the key and his manhood was all caged up. I enjoyed it and made him lick it clean when he was done. I have tied ribbons around his groin and made him walk around in heels in public. My favorite thing is to see that he looks very humiliated but will do what I say anyways. It’s that kind of compliance that I enjoy.
Q) Are you attracted to Cole?
A) No. I am not now and never have been. I like seeing how he drools for my dominance and my body, but I don't find him to be attractive at all. He had to be beaten to the point he is at and I don't like it when that is how a man is tamed. He also lacks the basic intellect and really anything and everything that I am looking for in a man. I get turned on just because of the dominance and I do like the male genitalia and at least he does have that. He has asked me on a romantic date and I laughed at him before delivering one of my more brutal beatings. How dare he! He is not on my life-level.
Q) What have you done to his crotch besides for squeezing it, making him have an accident and sex?
A) I have dipped his penis and his scrotum in paint and made him do paintings for me and for himself. He was required to hang them on his own wall at home. I have also made him both rip his pubic hair out and shave some of it off. In addition to those activities I have also squeezed just his penis shaft. That is very scary for a man it seems. Lastly, I have tied small ribbons and yarn around his dingy. He is forced to change them every few days and confirm this with pictures. There can be and there is no doubt about who owns Cole and who owns his little friend.
Q) Has Cole gotten any stronger since he was 18 (that first time you broke him). How weak is he?
A) If he has gotten any stronger it's negligible. I lift weights four times a week so any improvement that he has had is not noticeable to me. We have arm wrestled in public and I have won. It's fun to see people look at him like the pansy he is. I have such extensive training that it isn't necessary for me to be stronger than a man to defeat him, but in this case I am vastly stronger. My calves are 16.5 inches of solid muscle. My thighs are 23 inches and also rock hard. My biceps swell to 15.5 inches. My dimensions are 38C-28-36. Cole is really small for a grown man. For a guy that has gone through puberty to be 5'6" 130-something pounds is pretty unusual. I think if I had a son that was that small I'd encourage him to learn self-defense or see if he could be convinced to hit the weights 24/7 or as close to that as possible.
Q) Is Cole's manhood area really that small or do you just tease him about it for fun?
A) It's small I think but I haven't really done any sort of measurement or comparison. It's isn't totally puny but it's certainly not enormous either. Honestly, if he were a man that I found attractive I would be fine with that aspect of him.
Q) Do you keep any other servants or slaves?
A) Yes. Once a woman catches this ‘bug’ she is going to keep in the Domme-Track. Arthur is my slave and he's also a former sparring mate. Arthur is about 5'7" 180lbs of mostly blubber. He knows how to fight and grapple but his ability level isn't real high. Initially he was an equal of mine but he has become, in the last five years, vastly inferior. He has been married for three years, he's 29 and has a baby daughter. I will command Arthur to go one-on-one with me grappling or sparring with gear on. The last time we grappled I beat him 9 submissions to zero and attached clothespins to his testicles, penis and nipples as a punishment. I have also had him spend two hours on a Dominatrix platform that I borrowed from a dungeon I sometimes use. The best part about Arthur is that it's a one-on-one beating of a trained man. When we spar I leave him on the ground totally crushed. I then remove all of his gear and clothes. It's at that point that he lays defeated and hard and follows my orders. Arthur has done everything I have commanded him to do for a long, long time now.
I will come off as a real bitch with this one, but my tech-savvy older brother is my slave as well. He's two years older than me and about 5'10" 175. We wrestle about once per year and OMG is it fun beating his ass! I will have him crawl to me and sing goofy songs, but I would never bust his balls or anything like that. We have nothing in common, little relationship other than me getting him to fight every so often and cleaning his clock. He’s a genuine dork but also not real nice so it’s really a joy to humiliate and woman-handle him.
Lastly there is my friend Rhee. He is Korean and about 5'3" 120lbs.. Rhee is a sweetheart and very attracted to me. I am just not attracted to him. But like all men, he wants both a relationship and some sexual contact. I am fine with giving him sexual contact. I beat the hell out of him and engage in my favorite activity...receiving oral. He will stay down there for hours which I love. Rhee has an inadequate groin area but it's fun to pull and slap his little dingy anyways. He understands his life-job to do whatever I want however I want whenever I want.
From Cole:
I will admit that I was a bit of a bully when I was younger. I felt that I could earn favor with other classmates if I could get them to join me in laughing at someone. Jennifer was one of my main targets. She had braces, bad skin and wasn’t the kind of young lady that guys liked or that other girls wanted to hang out with.
Our school had 5th and 6th grades together and then we went to a new school for 7th and 8th grade. From there it was on to high school. I picked on Jennifer all the way from 1st grade through 4th grade but then 5th and 6th grade were the main bullying years. I was a little taller than Jennifer and I was aggressive. I would throw things at her, push her, other physical bullying and a lot of teasing.
I didn’t see Jennifer much during 7th and 8th grade. Unfortunately, things changed by freshman year in high school. Jennifer was in 4 of my 8 classes. I remember that in Writing Class we had to write about ourselves and tell the class. I remember being surprised that Jennifer said her hobby was martial arts and mixed martial arts. I also admit that I noticed that Jennifer had grown and looked much better.
Throughout the entire time we were in high school I avoided Jennifer. I was my full height of 5’6” when I was 16. She was a couple inches taller than me. Jennifer also got to be nice looking and she started having noticeable muscles. Then before graduation there was an article in the newspaper about her winning martial arts grappling matches and having done two in-ring kick-boxing matches as soon as she turned 18. She won them both.
At a party right near the end of the year I was hanging out with a couple of friends at a party. Jennifer was there with a few of her friends and she had these light jeans on and her body looked amazing. One of my friends said that he’d love to grab her butt. I decided to be the life-of-the-party and I said “hey Jen-Hen, can we feel your ass. You’ve got a nice body now”. I remember Jennifer saying “Come and try”.
I walked up to Jennifer and as soon as my hand touched her butt she grabbed my wrist in some kind of death grip. As I bent down in pain Jennifer put her foot on my throat and led me to the ground that way. She was still torturing my wrist and then she put her feet on each side of my neck and pressed in. I remember nothing else up until I was outside. I was still on the ground but it was cold and Jennifer’s foot had moved. She now had one foot on my crotch and her hand was ready to choke me out. She then moved her hand off my throat and on to my shoulders. She pressed her foot up into my balls as she was pushing my shoulders down to add to the pain. I began crying and she left. My friends came and took me to my car. I needed a couple of hours before I could feel and look normal again.
We had about two weeks of school left and the Monday after the party (which was on Saturday night) there was another incident. For the first time ever Jennifer came up to me. She put her forearm into my chest, pushed me back against the locker and asked me if I still wanted to feel her up. I was terrified and stuttered out some “no’s” and apologized. I was so relieved when Jennifer let me go. One week later Jennifer told me I HAD to meet her at this certain address at 8:30PM. It was the dojo she trained at and she had the key. We were both 18 and graduating but this had taken over my thinking. I had spent every moment since the time she knocked me out in fear of her. She had a lot of reasons to hurt me and even though I didn’t think females could defeat males, I was scared.
When I arrived Jennifer had a wrestling singlet on. She looked tall, broad-shouldered and strong. I now know that she was 5’8” 155lbs. I was 5’6” 138lbs.. Jennifer got right to the point. She told me that I am, and have always been, a jerk and she was going to give me a sliver of payback. I had been getting teased badly by everyone who saw or heard about what Jennifer did to me. I decided that since SHE started this, I would go after her aggressively. Starting off even meant I would win in my mind. I was down to my shorts and a t-shirt and got ready to go. I figured we wouldn’t punch, kick, pull hair or gauge eyes, but since I wasn’t sure I just told her. “I won’t punch, kick, pull your hair or hurt you too bad. I’ll put you down, make you give up and I’ll leave”. Jennifer smiled and said “sure, sure, little man”. I really was confident because even though she was experienced, bigger and tough, I was a man. If a man really wants to he can beat a woman.
Jennifer and I began and once again she grabbed my wrist. She did it with blinding speed. As I was again withering in pain from this nerve hold, Jennifer wrapped her legs around my ribs and squeezed. I screamed. I thought that she was going to kill me. I cried but that didn’t get her to let me go. She was, however, willing to move the scissor-hold to my stomach. She almost knocked the wind out of me but said “I need to save you for my finale”. Jennifer let me go but then wrapped her legs around my head and neck. She looked down at me as I was trapped high up between her thighs. I remember that she said “sweet dreams, baby boy”. The next thing I remember is that Jennifer had my crotch in her hand and she was sitting on my chest. I left the dojo a couple hours later a physically, mentally and emotionally destroyed man.
I called Jennifer two weeks later and apologized. I had to get some closure or at least know that she wasn’t going to teach me any more lessons. My head was really messed up! Oddly enough I began telling her how beautiful she is, how thankful I am that she didn’t hurt me worse AND I told her that I wanted to see her again. WHY??? I had no idea why I was doing this. We remain in contact now three years later. She of course agreed to do this book and add her own memories.
From Jennifer:
Of course I was surprised when Cole told me that he wanted to share our story as part of an ebook. First off, yes, he was a horrible bully. Is beating a guy up because he butt-grabs an okay thing for a lady to do? Hmmmm…well, whether or not I am a bad person for doing what I did, I enjoyed it. And I don’t regret it!
I loved putting him on the ground during that party. I was the one who carried him outside. I put him over my left shoulder like he was a sack of potatoes. As far as bullying him at school by pressing him against the locker, that was super-fun also. There was tension involved but I would still use the word ‘fun’ to describe it.
Something really inspired me to invite him to the only place and time that I could have the match I wanted with this small fry. This was the only occasion where I could do what I wanted to do with him. I had been 18 for about 4 months and had beaten two men in that time and turned it sensual. In both cases they were male friends (21 and 24) that I trained with but hoped I could defeat. After defeating them I got sexual/sensual. I held them by the balls, made them crawl to me and I helped myself to squeezing their nuts and their butt. I caused bruises all over these guys! I HAD to do this to the bully who I knew I could defeat. Once I had the idea of Dominating Cole there was absolutely no turning back.
As soon as the match started I had to stop myself from laughing. He’s shorter, skinnier and totally inexperienced. This was an opponent that was inferior to ANYONE I had faced in years. I remember locking him down with a very basic wrist-lock and then I let my legs do the work. In all I knocked Cole out twice, put him in three back-breakers over my knee and used one of my belts as a leash for him. I also lifted him across my shoulders which must have been totally emasculating. While he was up there I did a hold called a “chopstick”. Meanwhile I berated him for his small dick. A chopstick is a way to hold and torture a man’s cock and balls with fingers and with the palm of the hand. His screams and his whining were so passionate and sincere that it got me sexually excited. When I had enough of Cole I dropped him to the floor. At that point I really let my inner-Domme roar! I grabbed Cole by the throat and the genitals (again) and led him to a wood chair. That’s where I put him over my lap and gave the bastard at least 100 spankings. The only breaks he had was when I was slapping his balls. Now in tears from the humiliation and pain, I carried Cole over to the mat like a baby. Then I dropped him. Turned on, I face-sat him until I was a fully-satisfied woman. I was kind enough to then let him recover. I had half-a-mind to drive him to his house and drop him on the front steps and ring the door bell.
I was not that shocked to hear from Cole weeks later, but only because of my knowledge of Female-domination. For some men it’s a great turn-on to be emasculated. This situation could be very intense because of the lifetime of bullying he did to me. As soon as I heard his general message to me I knew that I would be Enslaving Cole and making him my Pet. I didn’t have that much experience, but I already had a massive interest in Female-Domination and had been reading a lot about it. I was enjoying my transition into a formidable fighter and a Domme who had once been a picked-on-dork.
I first agreed to see Cole when I was in college. I had my own room and wanted to be alone with him. I also wanted to make sure that there would be very little small talk ahead of time. When I locked the door I looked sternly at him and said “kiss my ass”. I pulled my jeans off and was in a thong. Cole kissed my ass but I guess I expected more. I demanded that he make-out with it this time. He did his best, but I felt that he was sloppy and inefficient so I had two punishments for him. First off, I slapped him across the face four times. Then I told him to lay his pathetic little dick and his tiny testicles on the floor. He did as told and I rubbed my foot over them menacingly. It hurt a little but scared him a lot. Before he took me out for dinner I had him tell me ALL about how painful it had been to do the previous one-on-one battle with me. I was over-joyed to hear about how sore his ribs, neck, legs and balls were. He said that even his penis was bruised which delighted me. Before we left I had Cole stand before me naked. I threw his underpants away and made him wear strawberry shortcake undies made for a little girl. He really shouldn’t be wearing mens’ underwear since he’s such a little pussy. I also told him that his ‘junk’ is small enough to fit in girls undies. Cole blushed but there was no other reaction. Just “yes ma’am”.
We had a nice time together, but it was clearly not a date. This was a Goddess and her Slave. When we got back Cole hugged me and said that he better get going. I laughed, flipped him on to the floor and told him that I would determine when he comes and goes. He didn’t argue. I put Cole in four or five very painful moves and told him NOT to yell. He did his best. I removed my panties and rode his face. Cole then asked an understandable question; can we have sex? I told him that he would be working toward that but I wouldn’t say when that could be. I watched a movie while holding Cole. My legs were wrapped around him and his crotch was either in my hand or my feet were pressing on it. He may have a small crotch but it’s vibrant and lively! By the time the movie started his balls were ready to burst. I kept getting them more and more filled. I allowed him to leave after the movie but Cole could barely walk. He drove an SUV and before we got to his car I grabbed him, again, by the balls. I led him to the back seat. Then I stripped Cole naked. He was nervous as heck and scared of the unknown, but he was also aroused. He probably thought he was getting back-seat-sex, but instead I folded him up so his penis was inches from his face. I then used my thumb to pressure the underside of his shaft. Cole blew his load ALL over his face! I put his pants and shirt back on him and with jizz still on his face and dripping down, Cole had to drive home.
Cole needed to absorb a few more ass-kickings before I would give him sex. And actually I felt like I took his pearls away. It was sort of like beating him up and using him sexually. I test my Domination material on Cole and beat his ass every so often. The last thing I tried with him was a cock-cage. I kept the key and his manhood was all caged up. I enjoyed it and made him lick it clean when he was done. I have tied ribbons around his groin and made him walk around in heels in public. My favorite thing is to see that he looks very humiliated but will do what I say anyways. It’s that kind of compliance that I enjoy.
Q) Are you attracted to Cole?
A) No. I am not now and never have been. I like seeing how he drools for my dominance and my body, but I don't find him to be attractive at all. He had to be beaten to the point he is at and I don't like it when that is how a man is tamed. He also lacks the basic intellect and really anything and everything that I am looking for in a man. I get turned on just because of the dominance and I do like the male genitalia and at least he does have that. He has asked me on a romantic date and I laughed at him before delivering one of my more brutal beatings. How dare he! He is not on my life-level.
Q) What have you done to his crotch besides for squeezing it, making him have an accident and sex?
A) I have dipped his penis and his scrotum in paint and made him do paintings for me and for himself. He was required to hang them on his own wall at home. I have also made him both rip his pubic hair out and shave some of it off. In addition to those activities I have also squeezed just his penis shaft. That is very scary for a man it seems. Lastly, I have tied small ribbons and yarn around his dingy. He is forced to change them every few days and confirm this with pictures. There can be and there is no doubt about who owns Cole and who owns his little friend.
Q) Has Cole gotten any stronger since he was 18 (that first time you broke him). How weak is he?
A) If he has gotten any stronger it's negligible. I lift weights four times a week so any improvement that he has had is not noticeable to me. We have arm wrestled in public and I have won. It's fun to see people look at him like the pansy he is. I have such extensive training that it isn't necessary for me to be stronger than a man to defeat him, but in this case I am vastly stronger. My calves are 16.5 inches of solid muscle. My thighs are 23 inches and also rock hard. My biceps swell to 15.5 inches. My dimensions are 38C-28-36. Cole is really small for a grown man. For a guy that has gone through puberty to be 5'6" 130-something pounds is pretty unusual. I think if I had a son that was that small I'd encourage him to learn self-defense or see if he could be convinced to hit the weights 24/7 or as close to that as possible.
Q) Is Cole's manhood area really that small or do you just tease him about it for fun?
A) It's small I think but I haven't really done any sort of measurement or comparison. It's isn't totally puny but it's certainly not enormous either. Honestly, if he were a man that I found attractive I would be fine with that aspect of him.
Q) Do you keep any other servants or slaves?
A) Yes. Once a woman catches this ‘bug’ she is going to keep in the Domme-Track. Arthur is my slave and he's also a former sparring mate. Arthur is about 5'7" 180lbs of mostly blubber. He knows how to fight and grapple but his ability level isn't real high. Initially he was an equal of mine but he has become, in the last five years, vastly inferior. He has been married for three years, he's 29 and has a baby daughter. I will command Arthur to go one-on-one with me grappling or sparring with gear on. The last time we grappled I beat him 9 submissions to zero and attached clothespins to his testicles, penis and nipples as a punishment. I have also had him spend two hours on a Dominatrix platform that I borrowed from a dungeon I sometimes use. The best part about Arthur is that it's a one-on-one beating of a trained man. When we spar I leave him on the ground totally crushed. I then remove all of his gear and clothes. It's at that point that he lays defeated and hard and follows my orders. Arthur has done everything I have commanded him to do for a long, long time now.
I will come off as a real bitch with this one, but my tech-savvy older brother is my slave as well. He's two years older than me and about 5'10" 175. We wrestle about once per year and OMG is it fun beating his ass! I will have him crawl to me and sing goofy songs, but I would never bust his balls or anything like that. We have nothing in common, little relationship other than me getting him to fight every so often and cleaning his clock. He’s a genuine dork but also not real nice so it’s really a joy to humiliate and woman-handle him.
Lastly there is my friend Rhee. He is Korean and about 5'3" 120lbs.. Rhee is a sweetheart and very attracted to me. I am just not attracted to him. But like all men, he wants both a relationship and some sexual contact. I am fine with giving him sexual contact. I beat the hell out of him and engage in my favorite activity...receiving oral. He will stay down there for hours which I love. Rhee has an inadequate groin area but it's fun to pull and slap his little dingy anyways. He understands his life-job to do whatever I want however I want whenever I want.
Jenny (5’8” 158lbs) and Will (5’4” 132lbs)
I met my husband, Will, at a singles congregational retreat. We both belong to a Lutheran ELCA Church and I noticed his sweet smile right away. Will also had a special way of listening to me that I never experienced before from a man. He would ask me follow up questions and he seemed genuinely interested in what I had do say. As far the physical part goes, I was curious about his beard. I found it interesting that he’d want to have such a unique look. I basically just wanted to know the reason why. I thought that there might be something interesting behind it. I really didn’t see it as an attention-thing because he was so soft-spoken. I would soon find out that Will is an artist and it all works with his overall personality.
Will asked me out during that first time we met. I happily accepted. Our first dates were absolutely wonderful. I really didn’t think much about the fact that he’s smaller than me and probably weaker than me. I have another part of my biography that I waited to share with Will….I was a high school wrestler. I wrestled for 2 years against the boys and then my senior year they started a girls team. I was 11-8 -1 vs boys on JV and then 4-3 vs boys when I made it to varsity. I basically hit a point where my lower body strength was too much for the guys and they weren’t even stronger than me upper body-wise. I was 6-1 vs other girls my senior year and it was a fun season but I do wish that we had more matches. I did miss those occasions, which were often, when I beat the guys and everyone noticed. Imagine being a girl and being on a mat wrestling a guy in front of your team, his team and a crowd of anywhere between 30 and 150 people. It felt amazing for me to put a guy’s shoulders on the mat and to hear the referee slap the mat and declare him pinned! I also knew that it embarrassed the guy and hopefully taught him a lesson. I also waited a while to tell Will that I bench press 165 and leg press over 700lbs.. I thought it might be a bit much for a man his size to handle but I really wasn’t sure.
I remember that we were at his very cool apartment when we started to tickle each other. It was a perfect time to mention my wrestling and my weightlifting in a light-hearted “you better not mess with me” kind of way. It was getting to the point where if I didn’t say anything it would start to look like I was hiding it when he finally found out. Plus even though I am not bulging with muscles, I am solidly built and people do notice my strong body.
We tickled each other for a bit and then he said “I’ll wrestle you but I might not win, Jenny”. I said “I very much doubt that you’ll win, mister”. I really didn’t think about the male ego issue, I was just being my playful, sassy-self. I was very glad that Will started off giving it all he had. I tried using my foot to sweep his away but he kept them too far apart from one another. I then angled my hip toward him, got closer and grabbed around his upper torso. I lifted Will and literally flipped him over my right hip! He landed on the floor and said “holy sh*t”! I laughed and asked him if he wanted to continue and of course he did!
I began using my size and strength to get Will to the ground, usually with head-locks, but once he was down and under me I had something else in mind. I would get my legs around any part of him that I could easily scissor. I would then squeeze the living daylights out of his legs, stomach, torso, arm, individual leg, chest and eventually I applied a head-scissors! I had the little man’s head and neck between my thick thighs and I gave him one hell of a nice squeeze! Actually he started out between my calves and he thought that he did well when he went upwards. Then he must have realized that my thighs are way stronger than my calves, so he was double-screwed!
I threw Will around for about ten minutes and then asked him if I could do a pro wrestling hold with him. I lifted my new boyfriend across my shoulders and did a few squats with him before dropping him gently. Will was aroused but would he be okay with a woman that can kick his butt in a long-term relationship?
First off, lets deal with the arousal issue. I had noticed once before when I hugged him that he had an erection but that was it and it was only briefly pressed against me. When I was squeezing each leg I felt his fully-hard penis. After a while his erection was a constant. I was glad that it got him excited but there’s a difference between arousal and wanting the woman as a serious girlfriend and maybe more. After the big lift and squat I grabbed Will’s area and I told him that he seems to enjoy my strength. Will laughed, didn’t seem embarrassed and told me that he loves it! He also, immediately, told me that he wants a woman who is taller than him, stronger than him and one that can kick his ass. He insisted, without me asking, that it isn’t just a kink. He wants a more powerful wife! Isn’t it cool that God made him so small and gave him this preference with women?
As far as I was concerned I could care less if I can defeat a man or he can defeat me at wrestling. I could also care less about height. I only care about how I feel being around a man. Will and I have been married for five years and it’s amazing. We wrestle about twice a year. I am a regular gym-go’er and I now take jiu jitsu. Will has as much chance of beating me as he does of digging up the Pyramid at Giza with his dick LOL. But he is a man and I never take his challenges for granted. I attack and conquer. Once I conquer my dear husband I do joke around with him and tease him. I enjoy having his adorable male body at my mercy. It embarrasses me when he compliments me and Will thinks that my abilities are unreal. I do go against males in my training and I have put a few fellas firmly in their place. I don’t hesitate at all going against men. They don’t scare me at all. I can’t beat all guys, but I certainly am not intimidated by them.
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