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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.

Carrie
5’5” 213lbs
I wrestled in high school, freshman year with the guys and then they made a girls team which had six participants. Freshman year I was 11-3-1 after going 26-8-1 in junior high school. It certainly wasn’t a problem for me to go up against the boys! The issue for the guys was the fact that I am not an athlete and was always considered to be kind of nerdy. In other words, not only were they losing to a girl, they were losing to a nerdy girl.
When I attended college I saw that there was a wrestling club and since this was 2010, I assumed that men are women were both allowed in. I assumed that some women wanted to wrestle. Well, there were three of us and all three were first-timers. We were allowed to train but the guys were dismissive of us. After about six weeks they set-up an open mat time and we’d record results. I listed my weight, 197 at the time, and was set to go. The guys running this felt it was “appropriate” to have me go against a 142lb man.
This small man, Daryl, was about 5’5” 142 and he looked like he had a big image of himself. For me, I didn’t really care who he was or about any details at all. I was ready to kick his ass. Daryl came at me with ALL he had. He was actually overly enthusiastic because I caught him and used his momentum to send him over my hip. I tried keeping control of him but he was very active and was back trying to head-lock me. Instead of locking my legs around his torso I locked my killer-big legs around his chest. I made sure that he was totally immobile and if I wasn’t such a bitch I would have felt bad for him. I had done this to guys before and it always led to a long, painful ending. This time, however, it led to a quick finish. I was being tapped on the hip after just a little while because Daryl was finished. My first match was an unusual victory because I didn’t even apply a great submission or pinning move.
I began beating bigger men and more skilled men. Every so often a guy would defeat me, but not usually. My low center of gravity, great knowledge of grappling and my freakish strength allowed me to crush most men in decisive fashion. And I won’t pretend for one second that it was no big deal. It was a very big deal and a LOT of fun! I loved seeing the guys around campus and how they’d either hide from me or be extra-nice to me. I knew that the last thing they wanted was to be with their girlfriend and have me tell her about how I beat her boyfriend! And my signature finishing hold was a head-scissors. Once my thighs get around a man’s head or neck he’s a dead-man and he’s MY dead-man.
I had one man get mad at me after losing. He said that I may know how to wrestle, but he could still kick my ass. I confidently said “try it”. He came at me and tried to push me up against the wall. I sent him against the wall and ended up sitting on his chest. I bounced on his stomach knocking all of the wind clear out of him. He never gave me any trouble after that.
There was also a beautiful male bodybuilder who was about 5’6” 140lbs and NO body fat at all. I wrestled him and absolutely crushed the little, muscular guy. He got an erection and since this was an informal match (at my apartment) I reached in, grabbed his cock and balls and twisted them like crazy. The more I hurt him the harder he got and stayed. He begged me for sex, but I ended up pulling his penis a bit too hard causing him to wet himself with cum. No sex.
I met a guy named Antonio and he was really turned on by my muscles and my power. He admitted to me that he’d like nothing more than to get his ass kicked and then to get raped by that same woman. He was a little bit off-beat, but I appreciated his honesty. Antonio introduced me to the world of online “Schmoedom” as he called it. It was like an underground or slightly different place on the web for terms like; Mixed Wrestling, Female Domination, Fem Dom, Intergender Wrestling, Dominant Women. There were also tie-ins to female bodybuilding, power-lifting and arm-wrestling.
Like many young people, I was struggling financially and in the Spring of 2013 to the Spring of 2014 I put my name in a few places with pictures and descriptions in hopes of having men pay for “wrestling sessions” with me. There would be no sex, so would men really pay to wrestle with a strong woman? What I was seeing online told me ‘yes’, but I had my concerns. Well, over the course of my thirteen months doing sessions I wrestled with eleven different men and had twenty-eight total sessions. And for the most part it was a real hoot!
Sessions with Alex:
Alex was one of the first guys to contact me to schedule a session. We exchanged a half-dozen emails and everything was on track. Alex was twenty-seven years old and about 5’3” 130lbs and a former high school wrestler.
I had Alex pegged as a small guy who was fighting dual concepts. On one hand, he wanted to be bigger or at least get the respect that a large man would get. On the other hand, he had a massive desire to get bitched around by strong women. Alex’s desires included being physically handled and being bossed around.
I got a really nice hotel room and gave Alex all of the specifics. I had also arranged a session two hours after the end of my scheduled time Alex. He texted just at the right time and I gave Alex my room number and told him to come up for our session.
When Alex walked in he looked nervous but he also looked just like his pictures which is always a relief. He told me that I look beautiful and strong. I didn’t feel that it was sincere. First off, I am not pretty and second of all, he couldn’t yet tell that I was strong. But I wasn’t upset or anything like that because I understood why Alex would be nervous. Scheduling a session to wrestle with a woman is nerve-racking, I get that. I figured that the sooner we got going the better. I told Alex to get himself changed and I would do the same.
I wore a sexy sports bra and matching black sports shorts. Men love my chest and my legs and my butt are far more appealing the less I am wearing. Alex had a white tank-top on and a pair of small short-shorts. Alex looked cute, but not really in a “wow I want him as my boyfriend” kind of way. He looked cute in a mini-man kind of way. NOW, Alex was sincerely praising me!
He said something like “Wow, Carrie, this is, wow, Carrie. Your shoulders are so strong. Your legs, oh my God. Oh my God”. I interrupted him and said “I am glad you are impressed. Now wipe the drool off your face, little man”.
Alex wanted to do semi-competitive wrestling, which is how most men want to start. Sometimes they want to go from there to muscle worship, domination or fantasy wrestling. Alex simply said that he wanted semi-competitive wrestling and then “boss me around”. I figured that I’d do what came naturally after defeating him.
We had a nice wrestling area and I figured that after defeating him I might keep him pinned on the bed. I had a sheet down in the wrestling area and it was great at preventing carpet burns. As soon as Alex and I began I knew that the nearly-100-pound weight advantage I had would certainly come in handy. Alex tried to knock me off balance but he couldn’t. I could feel some force on his part but I laughed and asked him if he was SURE that he was giving it his best. I looked at Alex and I could tell that he was doing everything he could to get me off-balance.
“Alex, I am going to give you another thirty or forty seconds here. Keep at it. Then I’m going to whip you to the ground and you’ll have a 220+ pound woman on top of you. And dear, I won’t get off of you until you are breathless, scared, flattened and entirely crushed. If I were you, small-man, I’d fight for my life these next thirty seconds………………..Oh, dear, Alex. Is this IT? Oh, you are in big, big trouble, cutie-pie. You are going to get flattened, son”.
I told Alex that he needed to brace himself and he did. I got my arms around his rib-cage, bent my knees, connected my fingers around him, lifted him and deposited Alex and his little ass right on the ground. I settled my hips over him, sat on his stomach and smiled down at my hard, erect male opponent. True to my word I put a grapevine hold on Alex. He is SO small that I could wrap my legs so easily and firmly around his. I then sent a few thrusts into his mid-section. Next it was the heaven-hell experience of my breast smother. Sure, he got my pair of DDD’s in his face, but he also couldn’t breathe. I raised/stretched his arms over his head and I had my man motionless and crushed.
I then put my 30+-inch thighs around his left leg and squeezed. He tapped. I repeated this with his right leg but for the first time I mentioned his hard penis; “Oh, Alex, I see you have at least one hard muscle. Don’t worry, dear, I won’t damage your best buddy. Well, I won’t damage it as long as you do as I say and are a good little boy”.
I stayed on top of Alex but I had to spread my weight out. I sat on his torso and he began to tell me how sexy I am. Seeing his face and feeling how erect he was excited me. I had complete, total control of this pint-sized-fella. He was genuinely shocked at how easily I beat his ass. During our correspondence I could tell that he wasn’t totally sold on the fact that I could legitimately kick his ass. Well, he was a true-believer now. He had wondered about my training and he’d always remind me that he had wrestled in high school. This was a good time to tease him about that; “Dude, Alex, do you have a letterman’s jacket? If you do you should bring it to me next time and formally present it to me. Maybe then we should send some pictures to your coach and ask him why he never taught you to defeat a woman”.
I immediately ordered Alex to crawl to me and kiss my feet. As soon as he did that I ordered him to suck both of my big toes. I then grabbed the little boy by the back of his neck, brought him to his feet and lifted him over my left shoulder like he was a sack of potatoes. I pulled his shorts and undies down just enough before spanking his bare ass a dozen times. Some of these strikes obviously hurt which pleased me greatly. I then put him over my other shoulder and gave him another dozen spanks. When I threw Alex on the ground he was wide-eyed and still fully erect. I face-sat Alex and ordered him around for a while before suggesting that we arm-wrestle. I wanted to prove to him that I am stronger in EVERY way. Sure enough Alex’s little arm couldn’t hold up. I beat him right and left handed. After defeating him I kissed the guy on the cheek and told him that I genuinely feel bad for him. He really is a helpless weenie.
I ended up having three sessions with Alex and we formed a genuine friendship. While he is very typical of a session guy, they usually aren’t quite as much fun as Alex. While there was some role-playing and acting, overall I was just being “me”…just a little different part of me.
Sessions with Ronnie:
Ronnie is a 5’11” 175lb African American business-owner. He is in his forties, married and has children. He also carried this desire to wrestle a woman with him. Ronnie had wrestled four women before meeting me. He said that he gave into the temptation about every five years. He enjoyed facing these bigger bodybuilder-type women but was super-excited to face a big, strong, capable lady like me who is not a bodybuilder.
In a sense, it was nice to set-up an appointment with a ‘session veteran’. He knew what he wanted and he knew how things worked. Ronnie was less nervous than Alex and was very matter-of-fact until he saw me in my bikini. Can you imagine a 5’5” 220lb woman who barely has a belly? It’s a LOT of muscle and that fact was not lost on Ronnie. He looked tall, skinny and ready to get his ass kicked. Ronnie had stressed that he wanted a very physical match-up with me and he wanted me to really break his ass! Well, he gave it all he had which was remarkably little. Here was yet another untrained man that is a genuine pussy. I literally threw him around and beat the hell out of Ronnie for over an hour. He wanted to be laughed at and verbally eviscerated and he got his wish.
Ronnie was also the first man that wanted to be “ball-busted”. His dick looked enormous throughout the match and somehow, fortunately, I knew exactly how hard to ‘flick’ his balls and his penis. Ronnie went down with the small kicks but insisted (once he could talk) that he liked it. After those few small kicks I wanted to see how he’d handle having his testicles squeezed, twisted, pulled, slapped and pinched. I have never seen a man so tortured and happy at the same time. What an interesting psychological situation this was! He sessioned with me several times and I will credit him for having resilient balls and for knowing what he likes!
Q and A with Carrie
Q) Carrie, have you ever defeated a man who couldn’t handle that reality?
A) I have but not when doing sessions. After my freshman year in college I had a summer job at a local swimming pool. One of the lifeguards was a guy I graduated with and actually knew all the way back in kindergarten. One day this other lifeguard was saying that he noticed I have big, strong muscles. This guy I graduated with, Jamie, said that he was being silly and I wasn’t that strong. Jamie always thought he was so cool and he generally just ignored me. It was odd that he seemed so offended that anyone would say that I am strong. Jamie is about 5’7” 140-150lbs and while he looked like he had no body-fat, Jamie also looked unintimidating and weak. Well, when you’re a strong 220lb female a lot of guys look unintimidating and weak.
I jumped into the conversation and said “I bet I’m stronger than you”. Jamie was uncomfortable and he wasn’t going to let me say that without getting upset and trying to prove himself. I was a little unsure about this because all we could do right then and there was arm-wrestle. I knew I could kick Jamie’s ass, but I wasn’t so sure I could beat him at arm-wrestling. We got in position and one female lifeguard and the one male lifeguard who liked my muscles watched as we had a hard-fought match. It took me just over one-minute to defeat Jamie. He was totally and completely humiliated! He made every excuse in the book and was dead-set on staying to his story…I cheated. Two days later Jamie and the other guy, Elden, were together in the staff room when I walked in. Elden immediately asked Jamie if he was “scared” of me. Elden wasn’t going to stop until he saw me wrestle with Jamie. We had fifteen free-minutes so Elden brought Jamie and myself into a grassy area adjacent to the pool area.
Jamie was totally out of his element when it came to wrestling. I head-locked him initially, took Jamie to the ground and grinded away on the head-lock. I did nothing else except clamped down my hardest and waited for Jamie to tap out, which he did after about twenty seconds. I stood up and said “stand slowly, you’re probably light-headed”. Jamie stumbled when he tried standing and did not look at me face-to-face. I smiled at him and said “Elden, I don’t think he wants to try again”. I was basically just working him over psychologically at that point. Jamie said he wanted another try and that was fine by me!
This time I sent Jamie over my hip after we had briefly locked-up. I got right on top on Jamie and laid across his shoulders. He tried pushing me off and kicking or squirming his way out, but it was to no avail. Truth be told, he was hopeless. I then held his shoulders down with my hands and hopped up on Jamie so I was sitting on his chest. I spread my weight out, looked down at Jamie and said “are you convinced yet? Or should I beat you again? Damn, you should have kept your mouth shut. If you would have none of this would have happened. Now you got beat at arm wrestling and got your ass beaten-up twice. Bitch”.
Elden, once again, teased Jamie. He got under Jamie’s skin and we ended up wrestling again about one week later. That time I remember finishing him off with a body-scissors and then, in the final time I’d ever wrestle Jamie, I fit his pathetic little head between my legs and squeezed. I applied a perfect head-scissors! Jamie got SO red and he even punched my thighs hoping to break free. I simply laughed at his pathetic efforts as well as his attempts to dig his nails into my skin. I squeezed until Jamie tapped furiously. There was NO coming back from this. Jamie was flat and I was almost worried about him. He said nothing to me and I told Elden not to tease Jamie anymore. Jamie is a piece of garbage and I’m glad I kicked his ass and deflated his ridiculous male ego.
Q) You had mentioned to me initially that you defeated a man you knew from high school. Can you share that experience with us?
A) Yes, and this was a session with a guy I knew a little bit in high school, but not really well. He is about 6’2” 220lbs.. He is also a football player and very, very strong. We didn’t wrestle but he definitely wanted to feel my muscles and be put in holds. He was surprised that he couldn’t get out of any of my scissor-locks. He was surprised at how much power I have in my head-scissors especially. I was thrilled and a bit surprised that I got him to tap-out with a few body-scissor variations. I wasn’t sure initially if I could get my legs around him and exert enough pressure. He also wanted some ball-busting and he had been ‘busted’ once before by a Dominatrix. I was more than happy to slap his balls and I really enjoyed squeezing them very hard. What worried me was the kicking. He really wanted to be kneed and front kicked at nearly full-force. For one thing, he had an erection and I wasn’t sure how that would work. Fortunately a 40% thigh-shot to the balls just about did the trick. It at least made him realize that a nearly-full kick or thigh shot would be more than he can handle. I gave him a series of quick, solid thighs to his balls and after about eight of them he was satisfied. He seems to have a high pain tolerance, but not man can handle all that I can dish out. I am too big and too small for any man to want a full-force not shot.
Q) Did it matter to you if a guy was young or old?
A) Not really. The one thing with older men was that they were surprised to genuinely get their ass kicked. Most of them thought they’d need to let me win or hold back. I would give them plenty of chances to legitimately defeat me and when they couldn’t I would get quite cheeky; “Hmmm, so you didn’t think I could really beat your old-man-ass did you? You’re a lucky bastard and I hope you understand that. Not only can I beat you, I could knock your ass out if I wanted to. Don’t mess with young, strong women because a lot of us can leave you right there on the floor feeling like a hapless, helpless, weak old jack-off. Now come over and lick my ass cheeks. Either that or you can refuse and I can kick your ass again. This time, however, it will be far more punishing for you. I will give you a beating beyond what you want. You will wish that you never had balls and that you never met me grandpa”.
Update with Carrie June 2019
First off, yes, I had to change my listed weight from 205 to 213. I’ve added some size on my hips and thighs. It has not been intentional as I have just been doing my thing with martial arts once a week, MMA twice a week and lifting three times a week.
I used my strength once in an interesting ways since we connected about ten months ago, Ken. I did a dating site and met a guy for a drink right around New Years. I didn’t really get to know him enough beforehand and paid the price. Art wasn’t the 5’10” 175 he claimed to be. He is more like a sloppy 5’10” 190 with bad posture. Art managed to get on my nerves really early. He contradicted me a few times and is a total know-it-all. I decided that I would talk about my weightlifting because I got sick of his bragging and I wanted him to know that I could kick his ass. Yup, he was that annoying! As I figured, Art was acting like he knew more than me about lifting and fighting. I looked at his forearms and his upper arms and I knew I could beat him at arm wrestling and I wanted to! As much as it would have been fun to kick his ass also that would mean I’d have to spend considerably more time with him. So arm wrestling it was!
With my patience dwindling and my desire to prove him wrong, shut him up and leave hitting a record-high, we got our arms up on the table and positioning was fairly easy. Before we began I said “in no way is it ever good to lose to a girl at arm wrestling”. Keep in mind the fact that I generally prefer to just leave and not get into conflict with people. Well, for some reason the kind of people that draw me into bitterness are always guys like this. We joined hands and I was glad to see that he seemed a little edgy, unhappy or at least ready to try to win. I told him that he could say ‘go’ and he did. I pushed at the start, got him down a little and then let him get back to even. Art then pushed his hardest and I had to work to hold him still. It wasn’t a cake walk but it was going according to plan. I then slowly but without ever stopping pushed his arm down to the table. I smiled and for the first time since this date started I was happy. Art was embarrassed and finally was at a loss for words. He asked me if I lived at the gym and if I competed in arm wrestling. He then really did me a favor by saying “would you ever seriously date a guy that you beat at arm wrestling”? I half-smiled and said “No”. It was a lie but I wanted him to know that it was absolutely a one and done kind of thing!

4’10 ½” 143lbs
Arey
From Ken;
I have been online friends with Arey for about six years. I got to know her when I complimented this amazing lady on her martial arts and lifting accomplishment. I would soon find out that she has had to use her skills and strength, unfortunately, in a couple of real-life situations. Five weeks ago I had the opportunity to meet Arey. She was set to allow me to worship her, wrestle with her and spoil her like the Goddess she is.
Q and A with Arey
Q) Arey, can you first off share with us your athletic background?
A) Well, I began playing soccer when I was five and then began boxing when I was nine. My father and two of my uncles are huge boxing fans and all of them are former competitors. I enjoyed the physical and rough nature of boxing. This led me to training in martial arts and in kick-boxing. I have always used any excuse possible to get into a tussle with someone! Mind you, I never picked fights, I just looked for activities where I could mix it up with people without getting in trouble. I also had a lot to prove because of my height. I also began gymnastics when I was twelve and competed throughout high school. My body was built for combat and to do gymnastics!
Q) Can you please explain your most recent fighting situation to us?
A) I was engaged to a guy that I had known for fifteen months. Three weeks before we were going to get married he got busted for kiddie porn. And he had a lot of it. Trey was mad that I was breaking off the engagement. He had never gotten physical before, but there’s a first for everything. Trey slammed me up against the wall and grabbed me by the throat. That was a real trigger for me. I got into beast mode and this 5’9” 170lb man was in a whole heap of trouble. I smashed his elbow and kicked his knees a few times in very rapid-fire fashion. I then had a clear shot to his jaw and I put him down with one nice shot to the chin. I wanted to make sure he didn’t stand up so I cold-heartedly separated his legs as I brought him to his feet and I jammed my thigh straight into his testicles. I drove them all the up as far as they’d go before letting go of him. This grown man was totally finished off. It was a horrible time in my life and I certainly wasn’t going to add the misery of being a battered woman to my list of life-grievances. Trey needed medical attention but it could have been worse. If I would have kept on the attack I could have done permanent damage to him. He was 100% defenseless.

Q) Wow! What about the other time you beat a guy up?
A) I was a senior in high school and this guy liked me but I wouldn’t give him the time of day. He was a sexist jerk. Pablo began calling me a dwarf or an umpa-loompa. He’d trade off which insult to use. It was terribly humiliating and it began making me a very unhappy and angry person.
I told Pablo that if he doesn’t shut up I will beat his ass. Of course Pablo didn’t take me very seriously. I had already made up my mind that I was going to beat him up. At about 5’8” 135lbs I have no idea why he’d pick on anyone! Most of my female friends and all of my guy friends could kick his ass.
I egged him on and got Pablo to be particularly mean to me. He called me a smurf that “last” time. I charged at him and he was a fish out of water. I kneed his stomach, kicked the outside of his knees made his nose bleed like a fountain and (of course) gave him a massive front kick in the balls. Sure, I got in trouble, but he never teased me again. Did I feel bad about it? Hell no! I was thrilled with what I did and would do it again in a heartbeat.
Q) What are your general thoughts about Ball-busting, Arey?
A) I’ve done some work, as you know Ken, in the Female-Domination/Dominatrix world so I am somewhat of an expert in this area. I am fascinated by ball-busting in particular and all-things-domme in general. I understand that ballbusting can be dangerous but I know all of the ins and outs of this art form. In a fetish sense I find it to be terrific fun. I love seeing a man that is driven down to the point where he’s not just defeated but he’s also defenseless. The amount of mental-torment that I can dish out is almost limitless. I know how to pinch, slap, tug and slap a man’s penis and testicles so I can get the desired result. It is possible to have a man incredibly aroused while he’s also terrified about what I might do to his most important and beloved body part. I love newbies and experienced victims. It’s so exciting when a man has never had his eggs scrambled and he knows that he’s seconds away from his hottest dream and worst nightmare. The vulnerable look on his face is always adorable. Whether it’s a man in his prime or an older guy, the conflicting looks on his face delight me.
I don’t think guys are weird for wanting to be ball-busted. We all have our kinks, right? The only time it can be a problem is if he wants to be hurt very, very badly or permanently. In general I think guys mostly love being controlled in the potentially most painful way. The terror seems to make guys feel alive! While I don’t get into props too much I am open-minded and I can understand the appeal of putting pad locks and other painful/controlling devices on a guy’s genitals. I knew one guy who liked wearing this flattening thing that basically made it like he has no male genital region at all. Just when I think I’ve heard it all one of my male admirers or a female friend will share something with me that I never imagined possible.
As far as self-defense it is one of the best potential game-changers. It isn’t always an available target but often times guys will fail to protect their crotch during a fight. I love it because a well-executed shot to a mans privates prevents them from chasing after me. Sure, I love seeing a guy on the ground in the fetal position crying like a little bitch but mostly I’d use it for practical reasons. God put the male sex organ right in the ideal place.
Q) What do your family and friends think of your interest in both combat and in the more risqué part of being a Dominant Woman.
A) My friends absolutely love it. They love the energy that I give off. I think it comes from my confidence and the fact that I have embraced my destiny as a dominant woman. As far as my family goes, the women don’t say much. I bet that they are, in part, feeling like it’s not feminine to be an Alpha. But I also think that part of them thinks it’s really cool and would love to be able to call the shots the way I do.
As far as the men are concerned, it varies. My dad is very proud of me and he thinks the fact that I can kick ass is awesome. My uncles on that side of the family are the same way. One of my cousins, however, made a rude remark to me a few years ago and I was forced to make him pay the price. I humiliated him with two judo tosses and then sat on his chest while holding him by the crotch. He had to either apologize to me or have his balls squeezed. I loved the energy of people watching and laughing at him. He has changed his behavior since that time. My mom has one sister and her husband also felt compelled to tell me that I have too much muscle. He added in that even with all my muscle I couldn’t defend myself unless I had a gun. I knew just how to push his buttons and I ended up wrestling with him. I worked Randolph into a horribly cruel reverse head-scissors and I had his face pressed right up against my ass. I also trash-talked him a lot! I told Randolph that it looks like he can’t defend himself from ME! I briefly allowed him to speak and he yelled out “she’s breaking my nose”. I laughed and pretended it was a news headline, “Woman breaks Uncles Nose After He Sasses Off Like a Bitch”. I can’t even describe how great it was to feel his face pressed up against my ass and to feel him trying anything to break free. I told Randolph that all he needed to do was to admit he was wrong and admit that I beat his ass. When he was slow to do that I cranked up the pressure until he finally tapped my thighs and wanted nothing more than freedom. I stood over the poor bastard and asked him if I looked short from THIS viewpoint. My aunt was a real bitch and told me to be a good sport. I told her that she didn’t find much of a man to marry. I also told both of them that they’re lucky I wasn’t in the ball-busting mood. Neither of them talk to me anymore which I really could care less about. Anyone that’s around me needs to know and respect the fact that I am an Alpha and I WILL be respected and possibly feared.
Q) Did the match I had with you go pretty much as expected? I would love to hear your thoughts on this!
A) Well, it was nice to meet you because you have always been so nice to me and generous, Ken. I was also totally excited about matching up with a man that’s fifteen-or-so years older than me and SO small! OMG, 5’6” and my weight (140-145) and with no MMA training at all, so I was psyched, Ken!
I would say that when you showed up you proved to be every bit as small as I imagined you’d be. You have thin legs and arms and very little overall muscular development compared to the guys I am used to ‘dealing’ with. We had an awesome talk when you arrived and I was really excited to wrestle with you for a few important reasons. First off, I was in a mood to dominate a dude! I was especially excited to dominate such a small dude that was already excited-as-hell to see me. Ken, you were drooling from the second I saw you. I like the dual-situation where a man is scared and excited at the very same time.
I remember that when you saw me in my micro-shorts and sports bra you tried not to do a pervert-reaction but I immediately pointed out the fact that I could see a little boner in your sweat-shorts. You looked handsome in that tight t-shirt as well. I offered you the opportunity to feel my muscles just as I was laughing at how small and vulnerable you looked. I loved comparing limbs with you, Ken! I just knew that you were going to take a beating. I also reminded myself that you were comparing me to other females that have kicked your ass. I certainly wanted to rate high up there!
As soon as I grabbed your head I could tell that you have little to no neck strength. I brought you in, bullied you into position and flipped your helpless ass on the ground. I remember pouncing and settling my big, sexy ass right on your face, Ken! I know that I started the verbal assault right then and there.
For the next hour-or-so you took one hell of a beating! Your little attempts at ‘manning-up” made me laugh but they also made me hurt you even more. Why would you think you could get out of ANY hold that I was putting you in? I won’t sit here and tell you that I can crush any man alive, but I can crush YOU Ken, and I was determined to do so. I read some of the descriptions of other women beating your sorry ass and I wanted to beat it worse than any of those women.
I will give you credit for being able to take a beating. That’s the one thing I can say that you are ‘tough and strong’ about. You lasted a long time in my face-sits and school-girl-pins. My ass fit perfectly on your defenseless little face and you kept me amused by constantly trying to push me off. I hate guys that have no spunk and at least you have plenty of spunk and gumption. But, Ken, you also have some ‘nerve and gall’. I had to view this from another perspective as well. I had to view you as a threat. As an older man trying to get the better of me. Trying to defeat me and gain control over me. If at any point I felt like taking mercy on you then I had to remind myself of the fact that you were trying to pin and subdue me.
My real icing on the cake was being able to emasculate you by lifting and carrying your weak, pathetic, defeated little body. The only real sign of life was that decent-sized bulge in your pants. Your cries of dizziness and the moans you made when I spanked your helpless ass crimson-red got me excited. I was beating a grown man THIS thoroughly!
Do you often think about how lucky you are, Ken? You got to spend time and feel the amazing power that I possess. And you left with your body in one piece. I didn’t neuter you and I didn’t break a single bone in your body. But Ken my dear, please never, ever flex your little arms or look in the mirror and feel like you are “in-charge”. After what I did to you, most of which I can’t repeat here, you and I both know that you will NEVER be in-charge for another moment in your life! No, I don’t literally have you on a leash, but your days of being a true man are over. I can’t imagine that you’d dare disagree with me.
From Ken;
Arey’s muscles, head to toe, are unbelievably sexy, strong and lethal. This amazing lady also clearly thirsts for power. She knew exactly how to take every drop of masculinity from my little body. I was intrigued by the fact that we are the same weight even though I am seven-plus inches taller than Arey. But once we began I could see that I was a totally inferior type of human. She was very dedicated to telling me when and how she could have broken the 200+ bones on my body. And there’s another part of me, not literally a bone, that she also could have broken. During much of our time together Arey told me that she was deciding whether to let me leave as a man or exit as a neuter. Whatever she decided was how it was going to be! Arey is the most lovely woman on this planet and the essence of her beauty and dominance will never leave me.
Q) What are men most drawn to about you?
A) Like you, Ken, most men stare at my thighs and ass. They would do anything to touch them or rub themselves all over them. Very, very few men ever get to touch me. Whatever they are drawn to generally remains a fantasy for them. But I will note that men do not like skinny blondes as much as they like curvy strong chicks. It’s a good thing I can beat the guys away from me.
Q) What do you think of men that flirt with you and of guys that are looking to marry a physically dominant woman?
A) They need to be clear about whether they want a girlfriend/wife with muscles or just a kick-ass-fooling-around experience with a strong woman. I can totally understand men wanting to be defeated and dominated. Or if they are super-big and strong I can understand them just wanted to enjoy the feeling of female muscle. But guys who are specifically looking for a physically dominant wife might have a screw or two loose. I don’t think you can base your decision on a serious romantic relationship on physical power. If a guy says (and many have) that they want a relationship with me because of my muscles and power, well, I think that’s a little misguided.

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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