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Kelly...
My name is Kelly and Bryce and I got married eight years ago. I am thirty-five and he’s thirty-four. We have two young children, but that hasn’t slowed ME down! Bryce, as you can see, is a trim man. He’s about 5’9” 155-pounds. I am 5’5” 171-pounds. I had been in the 150-155 range, but as my weight-lifting routine ramped up, my weight and muscle mass increased a lot. I have two black belts (taekwondo and American Karate) and have also trained in several other forms. I have been lifting weights for many, many years and was also a speed-skater, sprinter and played soccer. Basically. everything I have done in my life has led to me having 27-inch nearly pure-muscle-thighs. I can leg press 850-pounds, squat over 330 and my upper body isn’t bad either…I bench 165. My leg power, fighting ability and frankly, my Dominant mentality have grown and grown through the years. When I was twenty, I was much more tame than I am now. Now I roar!
My wonderful husband is the one who feels my roar more than anyone else. He is not, however, the only man that feels the sting of full-ego deflation. In previous books I have mentioned how I took things slowly with him. I went from tame displays of my superior strength until I got to complete domination. But I needed a Dungeon to truly take Bryce where he needed to go.
Bryce’s parents live in a vacation area on a lake. We own a small cottage about ten minutes away from them. About nine months ago I decided that the unfinished basement area would be the perfect location for Ass-beating-central. Without Bryce knowing I bought some mats, leashes, a few specialized chairs, tables and some interesting clothing. The chairs were picked because I felt that they’d each look nice with Bruce tied to them and probably gagged. I also had two chairs that were perfect for delivering spankings. I could sit with my husband draped over my lap and give him blistering spankings that are meant to be anything from playful to tear-inducing. The clothes includes undershirts for him so he can look like Mr. Tough Guy, little girls undies for Bryce to wear, superhero undies for the same reason, some fancy lingerie for him, crotchless yoga pants for the wimp and some sexy and dominating outfits for me. I stocked it with some sexy lingerie as well as some more traditional leather-domme outfits. I also made sure to supply this “vacation dungeon” with a variety of ropes, everything from the sturdy old-fashioned kind that you’d expect to see on big pirate boats to beautiful, slick pink and lavender ropes. I also kept a few cock cages on hand.
I was extremely calm but also excited to introduce Bryce to MY new Dungeon. Everything went exactly as planned just before Independence Day. I had arranged to drop the children off with their grandparents and Bryce didn’t suspect a thing. Meanwhile I had the Dungeon prepared and all ready to go. We talked in the car on the way back to our cottage about some mundane things. I wanted to make sure that he wouldn’t suspect that anything was up.
When we walked into the cottage I told him that I wanted to show him something in the basement. Sure enough, he suspected nothing. I walked into the dungeon first and Bryce did comment that he didn’t remember there being a lock on the door. As soon as I closed the door behind him I said “there is now”. I told the little man to sit down as I explain something to him. By this point he knew that something highly unusual was going to happen. I explained to Bryce that gradually I had been taking full ownership of him. Now I needed to take that a step farther with this Dungeon. While he knew that the room had changed, the fact that it was a dungeon set off a light bulb in his head. I then showed him the other items in the room and how quickly I could transform this from an ordinary basement room into a Dungeon.
I told him not to move a muscle. I think he could tell that my tone was now very serious and quite commanding. I removed my shirt and then my pants. I put my right leg up on his chair. He gulped and said “oh my god”. You see, he realizes that I have thick, strong legs, but when he is really forced to look closely, the size and the hard muscles send a chill down his spine and send a strong impulse to his penis. Bryce was rock hard and he also looked scared….a perfect combination.
I asked Bryce why he looked so shell-shocked. He said he had no idea that I had made the room into a make-shift dungeon, but what he was really doing a double-take about was ME. He said that he rarely takes the time to look closely at my calves, thighs, glutes, back, shoulders, forearms, etc.. I guess he noticed how buff my shoulders have gotten and he nearly went into shock when I flexed my left bicep for him to see and feel. It is like a rock-hard softball. Plus the size and strength of my thighs is enough to make any man piss himself. And just looking at my thighs brings back memories for Bryce. It has been so easy for me to make him tap with 50%-60% squeezes. I am sure he also remembered how easily I put him across my shoulders and dropped him last time. He was exposed as being a weak little boy who can’t stand-up to his wife. And I had to break the news to him….He was seconds away from wrestling me.
I told Bryce that he’d start in a pair of womens’ panties. Since I would put him in them anyways, he might as well start that way. I was thrilled when Bryce said “No. Make me”. He had some spunk and wasn’t gonna be bossed around by me”! Okay, no problem, he started in his shorts and T-Shirt. I was in my lingerie.
I had studied some additional grappling methods with a focus on the submission style. This paid immediate dividends and I locked on to his elbow which must have sent a shock through his body. As this sharp pain in his elbow consumed him, I got behind Bryce and put his arm behind his back, almost pressing it up behind his neck. I had one free arm and since my opponent was so petite, I could wrap it around his waist and literally toss him over my hip with one arm while keeping his arm subdued. I had him on the ground, face to the basement cement, as I found symmetry by doing the same thing to his left arm as I did with his right. With my feet free I pressed on the sides of his neck. I let my husband know that I was blocking his blood flow and he’d soon get light-headed. He could then choose to yell “I am Bryce, I am a Bitch and I lost to my wife” or he could just wait and pass out. The nice thing is that he was, I’m sure, stressed about memorizing that whole line! Well, he is not a hero-type. Bryce has some serious quit in him and he said the line nearly correct. I let him go because given the option I rather not knock my husband out cold.
When I let him go I just sat beside my Bryce and said that I was either going to change him NOW into the womens panties and womens belly shirt or I would change him after the next fall. I gave him fair warning that if he doesn’t put them on now, I will be more rough. If he does put them on, I will be slightly more gentle with him. I knew he was scared as hell of me because he changed into the orange undies and vintage espirit belly shirt right away. I laughed at him, especially at how his hard cock looked in the lingerie. I told him that maybe the clothes would give him some inspiration.
I let Bryce try and push me backwards but my legs are like tree trunks. He couldn’t budge me. Finally I took his momentum and flipped him. Good thing for him I bought thick mats. As soon as he landed, his hottest dream and worst nightmare came true….I sat behind him and locked my thighs around his head and neck. My legs were outstretched and the back on his head was in my crotch and the rest of him was laying and looking up, back on the floor. I was going to tease him and prolong this. My thighs looked huge and awesome wrapped around him. My little nudges made him quiver. I laughed at how easy it would be to render him entirely finished. I rubbed my heels into his groin and told him that he needed FIFTEEN minutes of constant praise for me and admissions of his own weakness. Bryce has had to do this before, but never this length. I also expected more than the regular clichés. I wanted specifics given and I needed passionate ass-kissing. I made sure he understood that if he didn’t satisfy me, I wouldn’t hesitate to lock a firm, cold, steel cock cage around his genitals. Bryce certainly understood how serious I was and he didn’t test my patience. He gave it all he had and I could feel his love, his desperation and his understanding that he is a truly Inferior soul.
I knew that his body had healed even though his mind was now firmly and undeniably in my grasp. Bryce was going to go one-on-one again with his wife. Bryce began and I did something that only a truly arrogant fighter who KNOWS she will win will do. I bent down as we were close, jammed my shoulder into Bryce’s mid-section and as he pathetically tried head-locking me, I grabbed around his waist, tightened my hand grip and lifted him right up into a bearhug. He must have had NO testosterone left after this. I could hear and feel the air leave his little lungs and then his entire body. I squeezed more and let his body and face slip down so we were at eye level with one another. I had almost squeezed my husband to la la land. I grabbed his crotch and his eyes instantly widened. I asked him “did I just bearhug you nearly out”. He just mouthed “yes”.
I lifted Bryce to the couch and locked a cock cage on his privates. It wasn’t any old cock cage though. It fastened all the way, four feet to each side. It locked into some hooks which were a part of medicine balls. Bryce was essentially tied down by the balls. I “clicked” him in, kissed him on the cheek and told him how I enjoyed the match. I let him know that while I have the final say on the decorations and content of the Dungeon, he is free to make some suggestions. I did a bit more flexing and posing for Bryce and let him know that I’d make the cock cage “mobile” and he’d be taking me to dinner. I enjoy it when I crush him and then make him take me out and appear as if we are a regular old couple! Sure enough, I made it mobile, taking the hooks off between the cock cage and the medicine balls. And off we were to be a regular couple!
From Bryce
Hello, this is Bryce. Kelly has told me to share a little bit about how I feel as far as the cottage dungeon. First of all, I had no idea that she was doing any of this preparation and getting any sort of dungeon ready. It doesn’t shock me because she is so powerful and dominant, I just had no idea she was up to anything special.
When Kelly flexed and posed for me, I could see that her power had surely increased. Just having those ultra muscular legs in front of me made me realize how inferior I am. I have weak chicken legs. But then seeing her shoulder development, her back and biceps made me aware that she is so much stronger than me head to toe. Recently it’s her forearms that have me most intimidated.
I worry now that Kelly would rather have a man that can “put up a fight” than a man she steamrolls. Don’t get me wrong, I try my best and get super-motivated, but Kelly is bigger, stronger, smarter and more skilled than me. The matches are not the least bit competitive. She beats and humiliates me into total and complete submission. It is for this reason that I want to keep her “well fed” with male opponents. There are presently two men that wrestle Kelly. My friend Grant is a former high school wrestler but only about 5’5” 150-pounds. Kelly has also now begun wrestling her first cousin’s husband Bryan. He’s about 5’11” 180 and she loves that because she calls him “everyman” for his average height and weight. I get very turned on seeing my wife beat other men. It is also nice because she puts an extra beating on men she isn’t married to!
I do love being her Slave. I know that Kelly is Superior to me and I enjoy doing things to show my understanding of this reality. I am extremely attracted to her muscles but also to being Dominated. Maybe it’s some kind of an odd sexual fetish, but I love it. When I see my wife’s muscles I think about not just their beauty, but also how much stronger they are than mine.
I am not embarrassed to share this story because it’s just a fact that all men play with themselves. Well, I was doing exactly that when Kelly walked in about two-and-a-half years ago. She had already shown me she could kick my ass, but she wasn’t as dominant then as she is now. I was absolutely humiliated as most men are when this happens! We were busy with our young family and frankly, we were down to weekly or once-every-ten-days sex. I got itchy and edgy for more. I was still in the early part of the act when Lynn walked in. I was under the sheets, but clearly whacking off. She didn’t hesitate to call me out on it. She also told me to “stand naked”.
I was very nervous because I had no idea what was going to happen. Were her feelings hurt? Was she mad? Would I get punished actively or worse yet be denied sex? Well, Kelly started pushing me around. I asked her “what, what”, but she just kept at it. Soon enough she was sitting on my chest. Kelly looked me deeply in the eyes, almost as if she was looking into my soul, as she grabbed and twisted and lotioned my genitals. The hold she applied was forceful at first and then downright painful. It felt as if she could break my cock and balls right off. Kelly continued to stare into my eyes and she said “You never, ever release again without me. If a drop of sperm leaves that little sorry excuse for a penis that you have and you don’t have my permission, I will find out and take your manhood away. I have already taken away your masculinity, but I will go a few steps further and take away your manhood in its entirety.” I still do play with myself but it’s only about four times per year. When I do, I ask Kelly ahead of time. She then sets up the time, brings the supply and she watches. I would be very scared to go rogue and masterbate without her permission and without her watching. In an odd way I love the fact that I am so completely Owned by my beautiful, perfect wife.
Kelly...
My name is Kelly and Bryce and I got married eight years ago. I am thirty-five and he’s thirty-four. We have two young children, but that hasn’t slowed ME down! Bryce, as you can see, is a trim man. He’s about 5’9” 155-pounds. I am 5’5” 171-pounds. I had been in the 150-155 range, but as my weight-lifting routine ramped up, my weight and muscle mass increased a lot. I have two black belts (taekwondo and American Karate) and have also trained in several other forms. I have been lifting weights for many, many years and was also a speed-skater, sprinter and played soccer. Basically. everything I have done in my life has led to me having 27-inch nearly pure-muscle-thighs. I can leg press 850-pounds, squat over 330 and my upper body isn’t bad either…I bench 165. My leg power, fighting ability and frankly, my Dominant mentality have grown and grown through the years. When I was twenty, I was much more tame than I am now. Now I roar!
My wonderful husband is the one who feels my roar more than anyone else. He is not, however, the only man that feels the sting of full-ego deflation. In previous books I have mentioned how I took things slowly with him. I went from tame displays of my superior strength until I got to complete domination. But I needed a Dungeon to truly take Bryce where he needed to go.
Bryce’s parents live in a vacation area on a lake. We own a small cottage about ten minutes away from them. About nine months ago I decided that the unfinished basement area would be the perfect location for Ass-beating-central. Without Bryce knowing I bought some mats, leashes, a few specialized chairs, tables and some interesting clothing. The chairs were picked because I felt that they’d each look nice with Bruce tied to them and probably gagged. I also had two chairs that were perfect for delivering spankings. I could sit with my husband draped over my lap and give him blistering spankings that are meant to be anything from playful to tear-inducing. The clothes includes undershirts for him so he can look like Mr. Tough Guy, little girls undies for Bryce to wear, superhero undies for the same reason, some fancy lingerie for him, crotchless yoga pants for the wimp and some sexy and dominating outfits for me. I stocked it with some sexy lingerie as well as some more traditional leather-domme outfits. I also made sure to supply this “vacation dungeon” with a variety of ropes, everything from the sturdy old-fashioned kind that you’d expect to see on big pirate boats to beautiful, slick pink and lavender ropes. I also kept a few cock cages on hand.
I was extremely calm but also excited to introduce Bryce to MY new Dungeon. Everything went exactly as planned just before Independence Day. I had arranged to drop the children off with their grandparents and Bryce didn’t suspect a thing. Meanwhile I had the Dungeon prepared and all ready to go. We talked in the car on the way back to our cottage about some mundane things. I wanted to make sure that he wouldn’t suspect that anything was up.
When we walked into the cottage I told him that I wanted to show him something in the basement. Sure enough, he suspected nothing. I walked into the dungeon first and Bryce did comment that he didn’t remember there being a lock on the door. As soon as I closed the door behind him I said “there is now”. I told the little man to sit down as I explain something to him. By this point he knew that something highly unusual was going to happen. I explained to Bryce that gradually I had been taking full ownership of him. Now I needed to take that a step farther with this Dungeon. While he knew that the room had changed, the fact that it was a dungeon set off a light bulb in his head. I then showed him the other items in the room and how quickly I could transform this from an ordinary basement room into a Dungeon.
I told him not to move a muscle. I think he could tell that my tone was now very serious and quite commanding. I removed my shirt and then my pants. I put my right leg up on his chair. He gulped and said “oh my god”. You see, he realizes that I have thick, strong legs, but when he is really forced to look closely, the size and the hard muscles send a chill down his spine and send a strong impulse to his penis. Bryce was rock hard and he also looked scared….a perfect combination.
I asked Bryce why he looked so shell-shocked. He said he had no idea that I had made the room into a make-shift dungeon, but what he was really doing a double-take about was ME. He said that he rarely takes the time to look closely at my calves, thighs, glutes, back, shoulders, forearms, etc.. I guess he noticed how buff my shoulders have gotten and he nearly went into shock when I flexed my left bicep for him to see and feel. It is like a rock-hard softball. Plus the size and strength of my thighs is enough to make any man piss himself. And just looking at my thighs brings back memories for Bryce. It has been so easy for me to make him tap with 50%-60% squeezes. I am sure he also remembered how easily I put him across my shoulders and dropped him last time. He was exposed as being a weak little boy who can’t stand-up to his wife. And I had to break the news to him….He was seconds away from wrestling me.
I told Bryce that he’d start in a pair of womens’ panties. Since I would put him in them anyways, he might as well start that way. I was thrilled when Bryce said “No. Make me”. He had some spunk and wasn’t gonna be bossed around by me”! Okay, no problem, he started in his shorts and T-Shirt. I was in my lingerie.
I had studied some additional grappling methods with a focus on the submission style. This paid immediate dividends and I locked on to his elbow which must have sent a shock through his body. As this sharp pain in his elbow consumed him, I got behind Bryce and put his arm behind his back, almost pressing it up behind his neck. I had one free arm and since my opponent was so petite, I could wrap it around his waist and literally toss him over my hip with one arm while keeping his arm subdued. I had him on the ground, face to the basement cement, as I found symmetry by doing the same thing to his left arm as I did with his right. With my feet free I pressed on the sides of his neck. I let my husband know that I was blocking his blood flow and he’d soon get light-headed. He could then choose to yell “I am Bryce, I am a Bitch and I lost to my wife” or he could just wait and pass out. The nice thing is that he was, I’m sure, stressed about memorizing that whole line! Well, he is not a hero-type. Bryce has some serious quit in him and he said the line nearly correct. I let him go because given the option I rather not knock my husband out cold.
When I let him go I just sat beside my Bryce and said that I was either going to change him NOW into the womens panties and womens belly shirt or I would change him after the next fall. I gave him fair warning that if he doesn’t put them on now, I will be more rough. If he does put them on, I will be slightly more gentle with him. I knew he was scared as hell of me because he changed into the orange undies and vintage espirit belly shirt right away. I laughed at him, especially at how his hard cock looked in the lingerie. I told him that maybe the clothes would give him some inspiration.
I let Bryce try and push me backwards but my legs are like tree trunks. He couldn’t budge me. Finally I took his momentum and flipped him. Good thing for him I bought thick mats. As soon as he landed, his hottest dream and worst nightmare came true….I sat behind him and locked my thighs around his head and neck. My legs were outstretched and the back on his head was in my crotch and the rest of him was laying and looking up, back on the floor. I was going to tease him and prolong this. My thighs looked huge and awesome wrapped around him. My little nudges made him quiver. I laughed at how easy it would be to render him entirely finished. I rubbed my heels into his groin and told him that he needed FIFTEEN minutes of constant praise for me and admissions of his own weakness. Bryce has had to do this before, but never this length. I also expected more than the regular clichés. I wanted specifics given and I needed passionate ass-kissing. I made sure he understood that if he didn’t satisfy me, I wouldn’t hesitate to lock a firm, cold, steel cock cage around his genitals. Bryce certainly understood how serious I was and he didn’t test my patience. He gave it all he had and I could feel his love, his desperation and his understanding that he is a truly Inferior soul.
I knew that his body had healed even though his mind was now firmly and undeniably in my grasp. Bryce was going to go one-on-one again with his wife. Bryce began and I did something that only a truly arrogant fighter who KNOWS she will win will do. I bent down as we were close, jammed my shoulder into Bryce’s mid-section and as he pathetically tried head-locking me, I grabbed around his waist, tightened my hand grip and lifted him right up into a bearhug. He must have had NO testosterone left after this. I could hear and feel the air leave his little lungs and then his entire body. I squeezed more and let his body and face slip down so we were at eye level with one another. I had almost squeezed my husband to la la land. I grabbed his crotch and his eyes instantly widened. I asked him “did I just bearhug you nearly out”. He just mouthed “yes”.
I lifted Bryce to the couch and locked a cock cage on his privates. It wasn’t any old cock cage though. It fastened all the way, four feet to each side. It locked into some hooks which were a part of medicine balls. Bryce was essentially tied down by the balls. I “clicked” him in, kissed him on the cheek and told him how I enjoyed the match. I let him know that while I have the final say on the decorations and content of the Dungeon, he is free to make some suggestions. I did a bit more flexing and posing for Bryce and let him know that I’d make the cock cage “mobile” and he’d be taking me to dinner. I enjoy it when I crush him and then make him take me out and appear as if we are a regular old couple! Sure enough, I made it mobile, taking the hooks off between the cock cage and the medicine balls. And off we were to be a regular couple!
From Bryce
Hello, this is Bryce. Kelly has told me to share a little bit about how I feel as far as the cottage dungeon. First of all, I had no idea that she was doing any of this preparation and getting any sort of dungeon ready. It doesn’t shock me because she is so powerful and dominant, I just had no idea she was up to anything special.
When Kelly flexed and posed for me, I could see that her power had surely increased. Just having those ultra muscular legs in front of me made me realize how inferior I am. I have weak chicken legs. But then seeing her shoulder development, her back and biceps made me aware that she is so much stronger than me head to toe. Recently it’s her forearms that have me most intimidated.
I worry now that Kelly would rather have a man that can “put up a fight” than a man she steamrolls. Don’t get me wrong, I try my best and get super-motivated, but Kelly is bigger, stronger, smarter and more skilled than me. The matches are not the least bit competitive. She beats and humiliates me into total and complete submission. It is for this reason that I want to keep her “well fed” with male opponents. There are presently two men that wrestle Kelly. My friend Grant is a former high school wrestler but only about 5’5” 150-pounds. Kelly has also now begun wrestling her first cousin’s husband Bryan. He’s about 5’11” 180 and she loves that because she calls him “everyman” for his average height and weight. I get very turned on seeing my wife beat other men. It is also nice because she puts an extra beating on men she isn’t married to!
I do love being her Slave. I know that Kelly is Superior to me and I enjoy doing things to show my understanding of this reality. I am extremely attracted to her muscles but also to being Dominated. Maybe it’s some kind of an odd sexual fetish, but I love it. When I see my wife’s muscles I think about not just their beauty, but also how much stronger they are than mine.
I am not embarrassed to share this story because it’s just a fact that all men play with themselves. Well, I was doing exactly that when Kelly walked in about two-and-a-half years ago. She had already shown me she could kick my ass, but she wasn’t as dominant then as she is now. I was absolutely humiliated as most men are when this happens! We were busy with our young family and frankly, we were down to weekly or once-every-ten-days sex. I got itchy and edgy for more. I was still in the early part of the act when Lynn walked in. I was under the sheets, but clearly whacking off. She didn’t hesitate to call me out on it. She also told me to “stand naked”.
I was very nervous because I had no idea what was going to happen. Were her feelings hurt? Was she mad? Would I get punished actively or worse yet be denied sex? Well, Kelly started pushing me around. I asked her “what, what”, but she just kept at it. Soon enough she was sitting on my chest. Kelly looked me deeply in the eyes, almost as if she was looking into my soul, as she grabbed and twisted and lotioned my genitals. The hold she applied was forceful at first and then downright painful. It felt as if she could break my cock and balls right off. Kelly continued to stare into my eyes and she said “You never, ever release again without me. If a drop of sperm leaves that little sorry excuse for a penis that you have and you don’t have my permission, I will find out and take your manhood away. I have already taken away your masculinity, but I will go a few steps further and take away your manhood in its entirety.” I still do play with myself but it’s only about four times per year. When I do, I ask Kelly ahead of time. She then sets up the time, brings the supply and she watches. I would be very scared to go rogue and masterbate without her permission and without her watching. In an odd way I love the fact that I am so completely Owned by my beautiful, perfect wife.
Annette
5’9” 157lbs 38yo
I joined the San Juan Lady Alphas because it would get me back into something I love. When I was twenty-two-years-old up until the time I was twenty-five, I traveled and did individualized wrestling/domination sessions and I participated in a variety of wrestling, kick-boxing and boxing matches under the direction of a really cool local promotor.
My entry into the world of hand-to-hand combat started when I was just seven-years-old and began kick-boxing. My parents weren’t sure what to do with my energy and they wanted me to understand that fighting belonged only in a controlled setting. I had been getting into fist-fights and that didn’t actually stop until I was well into adulthood. I eventually augmented my training by learning jiujitsu, becoming a proficient boxer and learning to power-lift. By the time I was twenty-two-years-old I entered the traveling world of offering individualized sessions. I also did audience-shows and proved I was a bad-ass fighter. I was also in the Reserves, specializing in hand-to-hand combat.
From the age of twenty-eight until just after my thirty-third birthday I was married to an athletic, large gentleman who played DI College Football and had a brief Canadian Football League career. At about 6’3” 260lbs, Robert is a strong man with an eye for manipulation. He began sleeping around and claimed he was unable to stop this behavior. Whether he was unable or unwilling, it was behavior that I wouldn’t accept. Robert is a good person, he just has a lot of demons. At the end of our marriage, I was screaming at him and he made the mistake of holding me still to try and get thru to me. His had a strong grip on my shoulders and my traps and it hurt. My warnings to him fell on deaf ears and I kicked his legs, which spurred Robert to try and subdue me. We fought and it only ended when I buried my foot into his rib-cage, jumped into a position where I could apply a triangle choke with my legs and began the ending process of the fight. Robert was in a panic and I held on to the hold for dear life. He passed out and the whole situation was horrendously upsetting. I had a black eye, a severely bruised shoulder, two broken toes and a broken foot. Robert had two cracked ribs and a lump on his head. I may have looked worse, but the fight only ended when he was passed out on the floor.
It wasn’t a good situation and we both played a role in the ugliness. I was out of control and Robert had repeatedly put me in horrible situations. Plus, he tried to physically control me which is never a good idea. Other than that, all of my experiences with men have been very controlled. I insist on it!
We’ll discuss my experiences with San Juan Lady Alphas before going back in time and looking at some of the crazy times from my earlier years (2004-2007).
We had some awesome practices which reassured me that my teammates are well-trained and have a serious edge! The issue of defeating, demoralizing and proving ourselves was not something we hid. We helped each other and were determined to take our first two meets and turn them into drubbings.
We used a template from some teams on the mainland. We had a guy form a team from a prep school (13th grade, all 18 and over) and a two-year-college. It consisted of guys that had some experience or wanted to give wrestling a try. When we looked at the resumes and pictures we knew that these were not serious grapplers, but they were men who would do what they could to succeed and not be beaten and humiliated by a bunch of girls.
My first opponent, Calvin, was 5’7” and 153lbs, 19yo and a relative newbie. He wrestled for one year as a freshman and one year on JV. He also did club team wrestling, presently, at the Prep School.
I looked down at Calvin and felt a good deal of disdain. Here he was, a skinny-legged little man, facing a woman exactly double his age with a large, impressive fighting resume. Why wasn’t he terrified? Didn’t he see my glare? What about my muscles?
I worked up a good quiet anger toward Calvin and tied-up his upper body quickly. I swept his feet and held him captive on his way to the floor. I got behind him and applied a crucifix with a staggering level of pain. By the time we had reached forty-five seconds, Calvin was nearly in tears. He gave an oral submission and I quietly stood up and looked directly at him, hoping he’d take it like a (beaten) man. We had three-plus minutes left in the 1st round.
I bullied Calvin just as badly when we re-started and decided to sit on his back and fold his legs and arms back. I wanted to him to have labored breathing and develop a head-to-toe aching feeling. Once again, I staggered the punishment which culminated with only ten seconds left on the round.
Calvin had tapped out twice and I had a lot more in-store. My first submission of the 2nd round occurred after three minutes and it was via a grapevine. If a man has one worst way to lose, it’s from a grapevine. His arms, legs and torso are disabled and his cock could easily get raped. His eyes and brain just absorb the humiliation.
By the time I locked-in and pressed-down on the grapevine, Calvin had tears in his eyes. Before I stood up after his submission I said “don’t quit”.
Calvin didn’t quit even though his teammates told him to. I thanked him by flipping him and applying a rear-naked-choke and body-scissors at 50%. I tightened up to 75% with ten seconds remaining in the round to secure a submission.
Between the 2nd and 3rd rounds I looked at Calvin and almost laughed aloud. I loved how different he looked at that point compared to his pre-match calmness. I knew that one more submission ended this match and I got to work right at the start of the 3rd round. I locked my now-toothless, defenseless victim into a front-face-lock and brought him beneath me where I sat on his chest and draped my forearm across his chin. I said something like; “This is it. You’re almost done. I’ve got one more gift for you, dear man”.
I held Calvin’s head and jammed it between my thighs in a solid “facing head-scissors”. I could see my victim and gave him some flexes and jolts as his teammates looked on with worry. But they must have figured that Annette does what Annette wants to do and any male opinions may back-fire and cause their teammate a helluva lot of pain. I kept toying and torturing him until ten seconds remained. At that point I fully locked my ankles and crushed his head and neck. Calvin tapped and I took control, telling him to lay face-up and heal.
My hand was raised quickly in victory as I told his teammates to beat it. I carried Calvin back to my area well behind our team’s seating area. My demeanor changed significantly. I had Calvin remain laying face-up and I put a towel over his body and blocked the view anyone could have of him. I was fortunate because the set-up for this was ideal.
I kissed Calvin on the cheek, reached into his shorts and held his modest but hard manhood. His cock roared to life and Calvin said “I love you”. I smiled, kissed him on the cheek again and let him know that he certainly has some strong emotions.
Was this love? No. Calvin was over-taken by my female power and he was handing over his masculinity to me. I had broken his male-ego and I knew I owned ALL of him. I simply asked Calvin if he’s now “my little bitch” and he answered that yes, he certainly is. I massaged his cock and balls and let Calvin know that he’d provide me his information and I’d invite him to my home in exactly 24 hours. IF he whacked off before we met 24 hours later, then when I see him, I’d just pin him to the wall and show him my disgust “in some way”. If he refrained from choking his chicken, then I’d be nice enough to choke it for him.
In a wonderful but rare show of male-restraint, Calvin arrived the next day with a massive erection and a set of blue-balls that trumped anything and everything I’d ever seen or felt. The process of draining his lizard was a hilarious pleasure. I told him it may give me carpal-tunnel syndrome!
This match was in July of 2018 and it was my favorite win! Our team won 41-8 and the guys went home properly emasculated. We went home empowered and ready to post a few more conquered manhoods on our bedposts!
As far as Calvin is concerned, 2020 and the situation with the Pandemic has prevented me from seeing him since early in the year. But I did have him worship me twice since I initially kicked his ass. He wrestled again against our team, but he faced a less-powerful lady than me. Do you think it mattered? Well, he still got crushed. It wasn’t as painful, but since she’s 5’2” 135lbs (Bianca, featured later in this book). Losing to a lady closer to his age and well-smaller than him gave Calvin another dose of male-shame.
In total, I am 4-0 vs females and 6-1 vs males. The one male that defeated me I was able to defeat in a rematch. He won 2 submissions to 1 and 2 rounds to 1 (7-2). He was an excellent wrestler and a pretty spicy, sexy twenty-six-year-old gentleman. It was fun and very competitive, but he was extremely disturbed that the initial match was relativelyclose. When I won 2 submissions to 0 and won all 3 rounds, he was especially demoralized (8-0). I am not sure if I could have “dommed” him, but he was very elusive (literally, he just left).
I loved wrestling against the coach of a team of another rag-tag group of male college club-wrestlers. Our match was last and we were up 26-19, so unless I got whipped, we’d get a team win. This guy was a TYPICAL Physical Education teacher! Unfortunately for Bradley, his 5’6” 171lb little shrimpy body was tailor-made for a whupping. He passed out in a full-nelson, a horrendously humiliating occurrence. This resulted in the maximum win, 12-0. He had, by that time, been tapped out two times previously in the 1st round and once earlier in the 2nd round. It looked like one of his wrestlers was mad at me, but as soon as I stared at him he shut his trap. As soon as it hit Bradley what happened he hobbled to his feet and jogged out of the room, into his car and took off. I can’t say I blame him. Sure, it would have been more fun to nurse his beaten balls back to life, but he obviously had some strong emotional reactions to everything that he experienced as he and his group of “men” took a 38-19 defeat and he individually was crushed worst of all.
As far as my days doing sessions and performances, they were fun. Traveling with a group was the best. My favorite time was when we attended a Spring Break event and were paid to ball-bust and wrestle.
I remember beating three men in oil wrestling and while it was fun, it wasn’t the usual “domme” feeling. When it came to ball-busting, we were in a new world. The guys had NO protection except the odd, specially made underpants. I never saw these before and haven’t seen them since. They make a crunch sound when a woman’s foot connects with them and there’s a heavy feeling when we made contact.
We had six females for this event. One lady was small and not real tough. One other lady was small and very tough. The other four ladies were all incredibly tough (including me). When I kicked my four guys and kneed my other six guys they went DOWN! There was a 2nd round, but 3 of the 6 females, including me, sat it out. We had crushed our men so badly it was best to let the lighter-kickers finish it off. I felt great knowing that I am too good of a ball-buster to even participate in this ball-busting contest!
Another super-memorable event was a Domme-Contest. We each had to crush a man’s body-mind-soul as much as possible. We got paid great, but we got even more for winning 1st, 2nd or 3rd place. I had a male opponent who was forty-eight (I was twenty-three) and he was a good-spirited, wonderful British man. He was also fat and bald. I beat the piss out of him, made him stir his beer with his cock and spanked him to tears. I also decorated his manhood and made him suck his thumb for a full fifteen minutes before slapping his penis against a bottle of beer 50 times. I ended the experience by taking him to a series of nails and literally hanging him on the wall. These long nails were hanging from the wall because I had a couple guys install them before we began. It’s a Dominatrix-technique. I was the 2nd lady to go and there were 4 women after me. I was sure I won 1st place when I left him hung on the wall (I removed him after 7 or 8 minutes).
But NO, I did not win! I was 3rd place out of 7 women and I did NOT deserve to win! The two ladies that placed in front of me easily out-paced me. I’ll have to check and see if I can even describe what they did to their victims!!!!!
Q and A with Annette
Q) Annette, things like ball-busting and scissor-challenges have become popular online and in videos. What do you think of this?
A) Yes, I am very aware and have mixed feelings about it. I want all females to know that men have a potential target dangling between their legs. But I also don’t like seeing the happy-go-lucky nature of it all. It’s something to take seriously, not just a joke where you surprise a male friend with a little pop in his balls. I also feel bad for the guys (yes, seriously). I’m not big on nice, sweet men getting their balls kicked on a surprise or because they lose a bet.
I have watched about seven or eight “scissor challenges” and I only saw one really good one. One other video was okay and the rest sucked. If you want to go on video, put your muscular thighs around a dude’s head and crush him, cool. But if you post just a bunch of nonsense, then I consider my time wasted. I enjoy a good scissor-hold so I hate to see it all messed up.
Q) Have you ever desired to get married since your divorce? You must be very sought after.
A) First off, I haven’t mentioned this yet, but Robert and I have an eight-year-old daughter and a three-year-old son. Yes, our son was conceived well-after our divorce. Life can be hard to explain, right?
After I knocked Robert out we went to therapy, decided to get divorced and have been happily divorced ever since. We raise the children together and live less than a mile apart. We also have a crazy physical attraction to one another. I rarely let him have sex because of his promiscuous nature. If he could be loyal I’d be with him but he can’t or won’t. He understands that if he lies to me I’ll crush his testicles in the palm of my hand. I don’t want to resort to violence, but I will.
I have a combined Domme/Dating life. I send a very direct vibe to some men that I’d take an interest in them if they’d like. At that point they can have some precious alone-time with me. After a few hours, sometimes less than that, I decide where they fit. In some cases the gentleman will be discarded. In other cases he’ll become a Pet or Sub. In other cases he’ll have a chance with me dating-wise, but he’ll have a long road to travel to have any success.
It’s fun because things like age don’t play a role in this. I can collect a variety of gentlemen and nothing really matters except what suits me best. The men always want more of my time and attention. I won’t have a romantic relationship with a married man, but I will guide married men through a Domination-Experience. It can definitely fill a great void for guys and jump-start a boring marriage.
As far as Robert is concerned, we’ve had NO more fights, rare-sex and four wrestling matches. We had 2 draws and on the other occasions, I made him tap out and had a joyous celebration. In both cases I tapped him out the only way I really can….with a headscissors or a reverse headscissors. As soon as I feel his submission I settle my pussy right over his face and he breathes nothing else for a good, long time. A powerful, muscular man like that isn’t used to being bitched around like that and it does wonders for his perspective and for my female ego and empowerment.
Q) Annette, what are your memories of our June 2018 meeting?
A) Ken, you and Dan were an absolute blast and it sucks that we had to cancel our long awaited visit this past Summer (2020). I remember you guys making me an amazing offer and treating me like a Goddess from your first email on. You insisted on spoiling me ahead of time and when we met, which reassured me that you two fellas know how this should work. And ever since its been fun to correspond, especially since we have that fun history together.
When I saw you guys walking up to my home I was so pleased that you two looked exactly as I anticipated and just like your pictures. I remember thinking that yes, indeed you are in the 5’6” -5’7” range and 140-150lbs, so very petite, both of you. I knew you’d be easy to satisfy and easy to defeat.
Towering over you two fellas was a fabulous feeling. I’m only two or three inches taller than you boys, but it seemed like more. It also seemed like my 10 to 20 pound weight advantage was even larger than that. When we began talking it seemed like I knew you guys forever and it was both comfortable and a lot of fun!
I remember showing you guys the boxer briefs I got you, orange and red. You put on your funny white undershirts (wife-beaters, haha). You gentlemen gave me the two bikinis you promised and I wore the one with a bit of black lace on them. When you, (Ken) and Dan saw me in my bikini I told you to stand up because I new you’d both have a boner, which you both did! I knew you’d stiffen up but I didn’t know how quickly it would happen and how long it would endure.
I let you boys feel my body, everything was yours except the parts covered by my new bikini. You were both amazed at how hard my abs are, but the rest of me also drew your attention and admiration. After a good deal of drooling and compliments I asked you fellas how you wanted to get crushed. I could have beaten you both at the same time or I could do away with one of you and then the other.
Ken, you went first and I apologized to you before we even began. I knew what I was going to do with you and it was more than you were ready for. I remember playing Mercy with you to begin with, Ken, and your hands proved to be small and your arms proved to be weak. Ken, I hadn’t wrestled many men as small or as feeble as you and Dan. Sometimes I picked which way I’d dispose of you before we started and other times I’d play it by ear. You both proved to be incredibly easy to wrap-up. You are both slender in the torso, small-chested, weak-legged and lacking toughness. Even though you’re both thin, neither of you have hard abs and you both have weak wrists. As a matter of fact, it felt like I could have broke your wrist and Dan’s just by squeezing them.
While I am not big on lift & carries, I enjoyed it with you guys. You’re both perfectly proportioned and extremely petite for grown men. You were also fun to ball-bust, although I was extremely careful with you two little princes. But what I enjoyed the most was that neither of you ever gave me directions or told me what to do. You both stated that I should do whatever I want, whenever I want and however I please. You made no requests and were both extremely thankful to have a slice of my time and attention. Your experience as Submissive Men was evident. You both knew how to talk to a Goddess and you understood your life-roles with me. This obedience went from our time early on all the way through the depths of your emasculation.
Most men freak out when they are locked down with my heavy chains and cuffs. They bitch about sitting on my cold basement floor naked, but you two kept your yaps shut. You accepted the cock-locks without a peep and pinches to your testicles didn’t elicit whines like it does with most men. You also handled the spankings very well. Even as your ass and Dan’s ass became bright red, you knew you were lucky to be in that exact setting with ME. I then tested you guys by making you stroke one another. Men hate any gay-type activities, but you his your disgust which showed me how dedicated you both were to pleasing me.
Ken, taking you boys out in public was something I had to experience. First off, seeing you guys shower together was hilarious. Once again, I was simply excited just to see how devoted you were to my happiness. You didn’t ruin my fun like so many men do by opening their mouth. It was very clear to many people that you were my pets. Holding your hands, one hand for each of you, made it clear that you were both mine. Perhaps people thought that I was keeping two men hostage or you were both married to me. I loved how it felt to own two grown men who don’t know how to say “no” to me.
Ken, it was spectacular and I hope during the Summer of Fall of 2021 we can meet again. You two can both be reassured that I have many more tricks up my sleeve. I do believe that you’ll both have stronger hands and forearms when we meet again. I have a sneaking suspicion that you’ve both been making love to yourselves ALL the time. Your self-love-life I believe is very active, often times thinking of me and the beating I gave you.
Annette
5’9” 157lbs 38yo
I joined the San Juan Lady Alphas because it would get me back into something I love. When I was twenty-two-years-old up until the time I was twenty-five, I traveled and did individualized wrestling/domination sessions and I participated in a variety of wrestling, kick-boxing and boxing matches under the direction of a really cool local promotor.
My entry into the world of hand-to-hand combat started when I was just seven-years-old and began kick-boxing. My parents weren’t sure what to do with my energy and they wanted me to understand that fighting belonged only in a controlled setting. I had been getting into fist-fights and that didn’t actually stop until I was well into adulthood. I eventually augmented my training by learning jiujitsu, becoming a proficient boxer and learning to power-lift. By the time I was twenty-two-years-old I entered the traveling world of offering individualized sessions. I also did audience-shows and proved I was a bad-ass fighter. I was also in the Reserves, specializing in hand-to-hand combat.
From the age of twenty-eight until just after my thirty-third birthday I was married to an athletic, large gentleman who played DI College Football and had a brief Canadian Football League career. At about 6’3” 260lbs, Robert is a strong man with an eye for manipulation. He began sleeping around and claimed he was unable to stop this behavior. Whether he was unable or unwilling, it was behavior that I wouldn’t accept. Robert is a good person, he just has a lot of demons. At the end of our marriage, I was screaming at him and he made the mistake of holding me still to try and get thru to me. His had a strong grip on my shoulders and my traps and it hurt. My warnings to him fell on deaf ears and I kicked his legs, which spurred Robert to try and subdue me. We fought and it only ended when I buried my foot into his rib-cage, jumped into a position where I could apply a triangle choke with my legs and began the ending process of the fight. Robert was in a panic and I held on to the hold for dear life. He passed out and the whole situation was horrendously upsetting. I had a black eye, a severely bruised shoulder, two broken toes and a broken foot. Robert had two cracked ribs and a lump on his head. I may have looked worse, but the fight only ended when he was passed out on the floor.
It wasn’t a good situation and we both played a role in the ugliness. I was out of control and Robert had repeatedly put me in horrible situations. Plus, he tried to physically control me which is never a good idea. Other than that, all of my experiences with men have been very controlled. I insist on it!
We’ll discuss my experiences with San Juan Lady Alphas before going back in time and looking at some of the crazy times from my earlier years (2004-2007).
We had some awesome practices which reassured me that my teammates are well-trained and have a serious edge! The issue of defeating, demoralizing and proving ourselves was not something we hid. We helped each other and were determined to take our first two meets and turn them into drubbings.
We used a template from some teams on the mainland. We had a guy form a team from a prep school (13th grade, all 18 and over) and a two-year-college. It consisted of guys that had some experience or wanted to give wrestling a try. When we looked at the resumes and pictures we knew that these were not serious grapplers, but they were men who would do what they could to succeed and not be beaten and humiliated by a bunch of girls.
My first opponent, Calvin, was 5’7” and 153lbs, 19yo and a relative newbie. He wrestled for one year as a freshman and one year on JV. He also did club team wrestling, presently, at the Prep School.
I looked down at Calvin and felt a good deal of disdain. Here he was, a skinny-legged little man, facing a woman exactly double his age with a large, impressive fighting resume. Why wasn’t he terrified? Didn’t he see my glare? What about my muscles?
I worked up a good quiet anger toward Calvin and tied-up his upper body quickly. I swept his feet and held him captive on his way to the floor. I got behind him and applied a crucifix with a staggering level of pain. By the time we had reached forty-five seconds, Calvin was nearly in tears. He gave an oral submission and I quietly stood up and looked directly at him, hoping he’d take it like a (beaten) man. We had three-plus minutes left in the 1st round.
I bullied Calvin just as badly when we re-started and decided to sit on his back and fold his legs and arms back. I wanted to him to have labored breathing and develop a head-to-toe aching feeling. Once again, I staggered the punishment which culminated with only ten seconds left on the round.
Calvin had tapped out twice and I had a lot more in-store. My first submission of the 2nd round occurred after three minutes and it was via a grapevine. If a man has one worst way to lose, it’s from a grapevine. His arms, legs and torso are disabled and his cock could easily get raped. His eyes and brain just absorb the humiliation.
By the time I locked-in and pressed-down on the grapevine, Calvin had tears in his eyes. Before I stood up after his submission I said “don’t quit”.
Calvin didn’t quit even though his teammates told him to. I thanked him by flipping him and applying a rear-naked-choke and body-scissors at 50%. I tightened up to 75% with ten seconds remaining in the round to secure a submission.
Between the 2nd and 3rd rounds I looked at Calvin and almost laughed aloud. I loved how different he looked at that point compared to his pre-match calmness. I knew that one more submission ended this match and I got to work right at the start of the 3rd round. I locked my now-toothless, defenseless victim into a front-face-lock and brought him beneath me where I sat on his chest and draped my forearm across his chin. I said something like; “This is it. You’re almost done. I’ve got one more gift for you, dear man”.
I held Calvin’s head and jammed it between my thighs in a solid “facing head-scissors”. I could see my victim and gave him some flexes and jolts as his teammates looked on with worry. But they must have figured that Annette does what Annette wants to do and any male opinions may back-fire and cause their teammate a helluva lot of pain. I kept toying and torturing him until ten seconds remained. At that point I fully locked my ankles and crushed his head and neck. Calvin tapped and I took control, telling him to lay face-up and heal.
My hand was raised quickly in victory as I told his teammates to beat it. I carried Calvin back to my area well behind our team’s seating area. My demeanor changed significantly. I had Calvin remain laying face-up and I put a towel over his body and blocked the view anyone could have of him. I was fortunate because the set-up for this was ideal.
I kissed Calvin on the cheek, reached into his shorts and held his modest but hard manhood. His cock roared to life and Calvin said “I love you”. I smiled, kissed him on the cheek again and let him know that he certainly has some strong emotions.
Was this love? No. Calvin was over-taken by my female power and he was handing over his masculinity to me. I had broken his male-ego and I knew I owned ALL of him. I simply asked Calvin if he’s now “my little bitch” and he answered that yes, he certainly is. I massaged his cock and balls and let Calvin know that he’d provide me his information and I’d invite him to my home in exactly 24 hours. IF he whacked off before we met 24 hours later, then when I see him, I’d just pin him to the wall and show him my disgust “in some way”. If he refrained from choking his chicken, then I’d be nice enough to choke it for him.
In a wonderful but rare show of male-restraint, Calvin arrived the next day with a massive erection and a set of blue-balls that trumped anything and everything I’d ever seen or felt. The process of draining his lizard was a hilarious pleasure. I told him it may give me carpal-tunnel syndrome!
This match was in July of 2018 and it was my favorite win! Our team won 41-8 and the guys went home properly emasculated. We went home empowered and ready to post a few more conquered manhoods on our bedposts!
As far as Calvin is concerned, 2020 and the situation with the Pandemic has prevented me from seeing him since early in the year. But I did have him worship me twice since I initially kicked his ass. He wrestled again against our team, but he faced a less-powerful lady than me. Do you think it mattered? Well, he still got crushed. It wasn’t as painful, but since she’s 5’2” 135lbs (Bianca, featured later in this book). Losing to a lady closer to his age and well-smaller than him gave Calvin another dose of male-shame.
In total, I am 4-0 vs females and 6-1 vs males. The one male that defeated me I was able to defeat in a rematch. He won 2 submissions to 1 and 2 rounds to 1 (7-2). He was an excellent wrestler and a pretty spicy, sexy twenty-six-year-old gentleman. It was fun and very competitive, but he was extremely disturbed that the initial match was relativelyclose. When I won 2 submissions to 0 and won all 3 rounds, he was especially demoralized (8-0). I am not sure if I could have “dommed” him, but he was very elusive (literally, he just left).
I loved wrestling against the coach of a team of another rag-tag group of male college club-wrestlers. Our match was last and we were up 26-19, so unless I got whipped, we’d get a team win. This guy was a TYPICAL Physical Education teacher! Unfortunately for Bradley, his 5’6” 171lb little shrimpy body was tailor-made for a whupping. He passed out in a full-nelson, a horrendously humiliating occurrence. This resulted in the maximum win, 12-0. He had, by that time, been tapped out two times previously in the 1st round and once earlier in the 2nd round. It looked like one of his wrestlers was mad at me, but as soon as I stared at him he shut his trap. As soon as it hit Bradley what happened he hobbled to his feet and jogged out of the room, into his car and took off. I can’t say I blame him. Sure, it would have been more fun to nurse his beaten balls back to life, but he obviously had some strong emotional reactions to everything that he experienced as he and his group of “men” took a 38-19 defeat and he individually was crushed worst of all.
As far as my days doing sessions and performances, they were fun. Traveling with a group was the best. My favorite time was when we attended a Spring Break event and were paid to ball-bust and wrestle.
I remember beating three men in oil wrestling and while it was fun, it wasn’t the usual “domme” feeling. When it came to ball-busting, we were in a new world. The guys had NO protection except the odd, specially made underpants. I never saw these before and haven’t seen them since. They make a crunch sound when a woman’s foot connects with them and there’s a heavy feeling when we made contact.
We had six females for this event. One lady was small and not real tough. One other lady was small and very tough. The other four ladies were all incredibly tough (including me). When I kicked my four guys and kneed my other six guys they went DOWN! There was a 2nd round, but 3 of the 6 females, including me, sat it out. We had crushed our men so badly it was best to let the lighter-kickers finish it off. I felt great knowing that I am too good of a ball-buster to even participate in this ball-busting contest!
Another super-memorable event was a Domme-Contest. We each had to crush a man’s body-mind-soul as much as possible. We got paid great, but we got even more for winning 1st, 2nd or 3rd place. I had a male opponent who was forty-eight (I was twenty-three) and he was a good-spirited, wonderful British man. He was also fat and bald. I beat the piss out of him, made him stir his beer with his cock and spanked him to tears. I also decorated his manhood and made him suck his thumb for a full fifteen minutes before slapping his penis against a bottle of beer 50 times. I ended the experience by taking him to a series of nails and literally hanging him on the wall. These long nails were hanging from the wall because I had a couple guys install them before we began. It’s a Dominatrix-technique. I was the 2nd lady to go and there were 4 women after me. I was sure I won 1st place when I left him hung on the wall (I removed him after 7 or 8 minutes).
But NO, I did not win! I was 3rd place out of 7 women and I did NOT deserve to win! The two ladies that placed in front of me easily out-paced me. I’ll have to check and see if I can even describe what they did to their victims!!!!!
Q and A with Annette
Q) Annette, things like ball-busting and scissor-challenges have become popular online and in videos. What do you think of this?
A) Yes, I am very aware and have mixed feelings about it. I want all females to know that men have a potential target dangling between their legs. But I also don’t like seeing the happy-go-lucky nature of it all. It’s something to take seriously, not just a joke where you surprise a male friend with a little pop in his balls. I also feel bad for the guys (yes, seriously). I’m not big on nice, sweet men getting their balls kicked on a surprise or because they lose a bet.
I have watched about seven or eight “scissor challenges” and I only saw one really good one. One other video was okay and the rest sucked. If you want to go on video, put your muscular thighs around a dude’s head and crush him, cool. But if you post just a bunch of nonsense, then I consider my time wasted. I enjoy a good scissor-hold so I hate to see it all messed up.
Q) Have you ever desired to get married since your divorce? You must be very sought after.
A) First off, I haven’t mentioned this yet, but Robert and I have an eight-year-old daughter and a three-year-old son. Yes, our son was conceived well-after our divorce. Life can be hard to explain, right?
After I knocked Robert out we went to therapy, decided to get divorced and have been happily divorced ever since. We raise the children together and live less than a mile apart. We also have a crazy physical attraction to one another. I rarely let him have sex because of his promiscuous nature. If he could be loyal I’d be with him but he can’t or won’t. He understands that if he lies to me I’ll crush his testicles in the palm of my hand. I don’t want to resort to violence, but I will.
I have a combined Domme/Dating life. I send a very direct vibe to some men that I’d take an interest in them if they’d like. At that point they can have some precious alone-time with me. After a few hours, sometimes less than that, I decide where they fit. In some cases the gentleman will be discarded. In other cases he’ll become a Pet or Sub. In other cases he’ll have a chance with me dating-wise, but he’ll have a long road to travel to have any success.
It’s fun because things like age don’t play a role in this. I can collect a variety of gentlemen and nothing really matters except what suits me best. The men always want more of my time and attention. I won’t have a romantic relationship with a married man, but I will guide married men through a Domination-Experience. It can definitely fill a great void for guys and jump-start a boring marriage.
As far as Robert is concerned, we’ve had NO more fights, rare-sex and four wrestling matches. We had 2 draws and on the other occasions, I made him tap out and had a joyous celebration. In both cases I tapped him out the only way I really can….with a headscissors or a reverse headscissors. As soon as I feel his submission I settle my pussy right over his face and he breathes nothing else for a good, long time. A powerful, muscular man like that isn’t used to being bitched around like that and it does wonders for his perspective and for my female ego and empowerment.
Q) Annette, what are your memories of our June 2018 meeting?
A) Ken, you and Dan were an absolute blast and it sucks that we had to cancel our long awaited visit this past Summer (2020). I remember you guys making me an amazing offer and treating me like a Goddess from your first email on. You insisted on spoiling me ahead of time and when we met, which reassured me that you two fellas know how this should work. And ever since its been fun to correspond, especially since we have that fun history together.
When I saw you guys walking up to my home I was so pleased that you two looked exactly as I anticipated and just like your pictures. I remember thinking that yes, indeed you are in the 5’6” -5’7” range and 140-150lbs, so very petite, both of you. I knew you’d be easy to satisfy and easy to defeat.
Towering over you two fellas was a fabulous feeling. I’m only two or three inches taller than you boys, but it seemed like more. It also seemed like my 10 to 20 pound weight advantage was even larger than that. When we began talking it seemed like I knew you guys forever and it was both comfortable and a lot of fun!
I remember showing you guys the boxer briefs I got you, orange and red. You put on your funny white undershirts (wife-beaters, haha). You gentlemen gave me the two bikinis you promised and I wore the one with a bit of black lace on them. When you, (Ken) and Dan saw me in my bikini I told you to stand up because I new you’d both have a boner, which you both did! I knew you’d stiffen up but I didn’t know how quickly it would happen and how long it would endure.
I let you boys feel my body, everything was yours except the parts covered by my new bikini. You were both amazed at how hard my abs are, but the rest of me also drew your attention and admiration. After a good deal of drooling and compliments I asked you fellas how you wanted to get crushed. I could have beaten you both at the same time or I could do away with one of you and then the other.
Ken, you went first and I apologized to you before we even began. I knew what I was going to do with you and it was more than you were ready for. I remember playing Mercy with you to begin with, Ken, and your hands proved to be small and your arms proved to be weak. Ken, I hadn’t wrestled many men as small or as feeble as you and Dan. Sometimes I picked which way I’d dispose of you before we started and other times I’d play it by ear. You both proved to be incredibly easy to wrap-up. You are both slender in the torso, small-chested, weak-legged and lacking toughness. Even though you’re both thin, neither of you have hard abs and you both have weak wrists. As a matter of fact, it felt like I could have broke your wrist and Dan’s just by squeezing them.
While I am not big on lift & carries, I enjoyed it with you guys. You’re both perfectly proportioned and extremely petite for grown men. You were also fun to ball-bust, although I was extremely careful with you two little princes. But what I enjoyed the most was that neither of you ever gave me directions or told me what to do. You both stated that I should do whatever I want, whenever I want and however I please. You made no requests and were both extremely thankful to have a slice of my time and attention. Your experience as Submissive Men was evident. You both knew how to talk to a Goddess and you understood your life-roles with me. This obedience went from our time early on all the way through the depths of your emasculation.
Most men freak out when they are locked down with my heavy chains and cuffs. They bitch about sitting on my cold basement floor naked, but you two kept your yaps shut. You accepted the cock-locks without a peep and pinches to your testicles didn’t elicit whines like it does with most men. You also handled the spankings very well. Even as your ass and Dan’s ass became bright red, you knew you were lucky to be in that exact setting with ME. I then tested you guys by making you stroke one another. Men hate any gay-type activities, but you his your disgust which showed me how dedicated you both were to pleasing me.
Ken, taking you boys out in public was something I had to experience. First off, seeing you guys shower together was hilarious. Once again, I was simply excited just to see how devoted you were to my happiness. You didn’t ruin my fun like so many men do by opening their mouth. It was very clear to many people that you were my pets. Holding your hands, one hand for each of you, made it clear that you were both mine. Perhaps people thought that I was keeping two men hostage or you were both married to me. I loved how it felt to own two grown men who don’t know how to say “no” to me.
Ken, it was spectacular and I hope during the Summer of Fall of 2021 we can meet again. You two can both be reassured that I have many more tricks up my sleeve. I do believe that you’ll both have stronger hands and forearms when we meet again. I have a sneaking suspicion that you’ve both been making love to yourselves ALL the time. Your self-love-life I believe is very active, often times thinking of me and the beating I gave you.
Cheri
5’4” 124lbs 36yo
I can understand why people are embarrassed when I am able to take them down with a nerve hold, at grappling, judo or with some other self-defense move. I am rather slim, always have been. I am also neither athletic or into sports at all. But when I turned seven I wanted to take self-defense from my aunt and uncle’s school. It quickly became a place I felt at-home. I also enjoyed getting to be a different person there than I was elsewhere. While they had mostly self-defense classes, they also allowed people they liked and trusted to rent to space to teach other forms of martial arts.
The self-defense club was three towns over which was only twenty-five mintues away, but it seemed like a world away. None of the kids from my school, church or neighborhood went there or learned martial arts/self-defense at all.
People only found out about my self-defense training when a small picture and interview were done with me when I was finishing 8th grade. One of the louder, more brazen boys in our grade teased me and said my self-defense classes must really suck if I’m the best one. I tried laughing along with everyone but he didn’t stop. Eventually Bradley grabbed the bun in my hair and tried leading me around by it. I quickly squatted to break free, popped him in the nose, kicked the outside of his knees before popping him in the nose again. Then I kicked the inside of his left knee before kicking him in the balls. Bradley went down and needed two teachers to help him to the office. After some witnesses described what happened and a fact-finding-process I didn’t end up in any trouble. It was quite a situation because he was a trouble making bully and I was a quiet, somewhat nerdy girl who never got in any trouble.
Bradley ended up on crutches for Thursday and Friday. He had to go home mid-day Wednesday when it happened. Bradley limped for another full week and never seemed to full recover until the end of the school year…which was three more weeks away.
As far as self-defense goes, I needed to use my skills two other times. When I was a sophomore in high school, some senior must not have known about my martial arts and self-defense skills. But he DID know that I wasn’t a freshman. He decided to haze me anyways and try and throw ice water on me. I ducked and skirted to the side and saw he hadn’t given up, so I had no choice. I kicked the outside of his knee and then seemingly had the longest, clearest opening and kicked him square in the testicles. He threw up and I saw him needing help standing and walking. He was out of school the next day day (I paid attention to that) and I’m not sure about the total extent of the damage. One guy told me he heard this senior (Devin) complained that he had a hard time breathing for hours and his balls hurt for over a week. I wouldn’t doubt it.
The 3rd time was more unfortunate. I was dating this guy for about seven weeks and he apparently thought sex was long over-due. I thought it was months away at the earliest. He was about 5’8” 190lbs and he was on top of me NOT listening to my calls for him to stop. I grabbed his testicles and brought him to tears. I don’t think I really understood the fragility of testicles because he was semi-conscious and mumbling incoherently. It was a miscommunication and a product of him clinging to a macho male-centered belief that if he wants it bad enough then he has a right to take it. We stopped dating but as strange as it sounds, it was his decision. He couldn’t deal with a girlfriend that could bust his balls I guess. I would have been fine accepting his apology for being dismissive of my “no” because I really did think he was a sweet guy and never meant to push me too far. It’s hard to explain, but I do think there are times when it really is a communication issue or a mistake on the guy’s part. But looking back, it’s not good to have a boyfriend or a husband that mis-reads a situation that severely.
When I was in my teens and upper-twenties I really looked young. Some people still say I look very young. I think recently my skin shows some age, but overall I guess it’s good to look young as you work your way up into your mid-30’s. But when I was in my upper teens and twenties, I looked super-young. When I was like 22 years old and about 5’5” 120lbs and I needed to defeat a 40-45 year old man who happened to be small-boned and maybe 140lbs. Often times I had a good idea of how things would go and how he’d end up feeling when he walked off the mat. I had a lot of confidence, and for good reason, with this particular guy.
I worked in a dentist’s office part-time during college and one of the guys that serviced the X-rays machines and other equipment was an open mat opponent of mine. Winning and losing at open mat was a big deal. In class we’d practice and work hard to improve, but in these weekend matches we all really wanted to test ourselves and see where we stood. These matches were about winning and losing!
This guy I knew from the dental office, Walt, was thirty-eight and I was twenty-two. He was about 5’6” 140-145lbs and mostly bald. Even this number of years later (13 years later) I felt almost bad asking him for his recollection of our matches. Thankfully (below) he was fine with sharing his memories. I remember wrestling Walt on open mat and I got his arm early on. When I lost control of his arm about :30 later I was worried I blew my chance. But he seemed quite concerned with me arm-barring him again after that and I worked my legs around his waist as soon as I saw an opening. My legs are fairly long and I had built up at least some strength by the time I was twenty-two.
I remember seeing Walt wince and I got re-positioned. I found myself able to take his head under my arm. He was apparently more jeopardized by my waist-scissors than I thought he’d be, and when he dropped his head I happily grabbed it. I changed my angle on the waist-scissors and then on the head-lock and with-in about forty seconds of squeezing Walt tapped out. It was the start of what was a pretty one-sided match-up.
From Walt;
I’ve had an unusual friendship with Cheri. I remember, clearly, our time at open mat when she tapped me out. But I feel it will be good for me to share more than how that initial tap-out went down. Yes, she defeated me and it was a pretty humbling couple minutes. But then, a few minutes later, I asked one of the people refereeing to please ref another match. I wanted to give it another shot against Cheri. I wanted to make it seem like just another match, but I was obviously smarting from my loss and wanted to re-gain my pride. My pride shouldn’t have been deflated, but it was. I let Cheri’s size, looks and gender shade how I viewed the result of the match.
I cleared my mind and pretended like the last match with Cheri didn’t really happen. Unfortunately, this 2nd match was much like the 1st one. She trapped me with her legs, a bit higher up on my rib-cage and she slipped it into a side-scissors. Cheri took my arm and bent it before squeezing me into total submission with her legs. I remember Cheri and the referee both being concerned. It was that big of an ass-kicking. This slim, sweet, plain young lady had flattened me again.
About a half hour later I made another crucial mistake. I went up to Cheri and told her I wanted a bit more practice. I think she knew that I just wanted to try and re-gain some male pride and I was getting pretty desperate. Cheri seemed to have a hard time saying “no” so she agreed to grapple against me again. I sought out the other referee even though I figured he knew about the situation. We were set to go and I felt I was in a good place mentally and was only a slight bit sore.
This 3rd time, Cheri was even more aggressive. She’s quiet but she proved to be very competitive and wasn’t going to make things easy on me. Cheri slid behind me and applied a sleeper-type hold. In my desperation and panic I dug my nails into her and I’m not sure if that’s what made her re-adjust, but it would put an to the day’s grappling for me. After some jostling, Cheri ended up with her legs around my head and neck. She began squeezing me and a full-panic set-in. I remember feeling her grab her own ankle and the constriction was horrendous. It was like an anaconda or a pythom were squeezing me to death. I tapped out and I just rememeber gathering my wits and being glad I was conscious and that it was all over. I was slow to get up and I remember telling Cheri that it was enough for the day. She told me, yes, it was getting late. I was in a whole new life-situation and so was the young lady who conquered me.
From Cheri;
I felt sort of odd at the time because it really was a new, different situation for me. I had defeated males and even grown men before, but this was different. I beat a guy pretty badly and then beat him two more times. I felt normal when we were battling because that was a regular situation where I just do my best. But I wasn’t sure what to say after I beat him and then when he was asking for the rematch. Then the process started over for a 3rd time and I still wasn’t sure how to react or what to say to Walt.
But I can tell you what I think now, many years later, and what I felt like once I had a chance to process what happened. Looking back at it, I was a lot more skilled than Walt, probably because I was a really focused grappler. If I didn’t focus, then I’d get my butt kicked pretty badly because of my size and the fact that I didn’t have as much strength as most of my opponents. But I also had a lot more smarts and problem-solving abilities than Walt along with competitiveness. People can’t always tell how competitive I am, but I hate losing.
Since that time I’ve told Walt the truth. And the truth is, it wasn’t that hard to beat him either of the three times. It took some strategy and time, but making him doubt his own masculinity and squeezing him that badly wasn’t actually that difficult for me. If he would have kept asking I probably would have kept beating his butt!
Later that evening and in the next couple days I felt proud about what I did and began wondering how many guys, even bigger guys, I could defeat. Walt was about two inches taller than me and twenty-pounds heavier and he certainly wasn’t able to defend himself very well at all.
I saw Walt at the dentist office (my part-time work) about once a month for the next year and he was always friendly. I think we had an unspoken agreement not to tell others (until this book) about the way I handled him. But Walt wasn’t totally at-peace with how things went for us in the match.
Walt asked me if I was going to an open match that was two days away. This was about ten months after I defeated him. I told Walt that I was planning to be there. He asked if we could grapple and I said yes, but I also said “maybe it’s best just once or maybe twice this time”. He quickly said that was fine and that was the end of the conversation.
Walt looked a bit more serious or prepared when I saw him before open mat and he wanted to go against me near the beginning. He was obviously geared up for this. That was fine with me. Unfortunately for Walt, I had learned a lot and lifted a lot during those ten months. I applied a hold around his head, neck and left arm/shoulder that totally crushed him. And it didn’t take long. After about ninety-seconds of elapsed time, Walt was starting to feel the extreme embarrassment of a rather easy loss. He shouldn’t have been humiliated, but I knew he was (gender, age, etc shouldn’t matter in martial arts ideally, you should view all opponents similarly). He apparently didn’t accept losing to smaller women. Walt pinched me and dug his nails in as he was getting unsportsmanlike. I changed positions and pressed against one side of his neck with my thigh and pressed the other side with my shin.
Walt tapped out almost simultaneously with passing out. It took the referee a while to get Walt woken up and the nails he dug into me hurt quite a bit. Walt needed a friend to pick him up and drive him home. He didn’t want to explain what happened to his wife (he’s divorced now). Walt DID ask to grapple with me one more time, and I told him if he digs his nails in again I will hurt him worse. Being threatened or hearing me verbalize my superiority made Walt blush. I also decided to suggest we wrestle at my apartment. I was twenty-four, in school to become a pharmacist, and I told him I thought it would be good to take the humiliation out of it by facing one another in private. Obviously I wasn’t afraid to be alone in my apartment with Walt. He thought that my mention of ‘humiliation’ meant I was over-confident. Well, I wasn’t over-confident, but I was very confident and had good reason to be.
5’4” 124lbs 36yo
I can understand why people are embarrassed when I am able to take them down with a nerve hold, at grappling, judo or with some other self-defense move. I am rather slim, always have been. I am also neither athletic or into sports at all. But when I turned seven I wanted to take self-defense from my aunt and uncle’s school. It quickly became a place I felt at-home. I also enjoyed getting to be a different person there than I was elsewhere. While they had mostly self-defense classes, they also allowed people they liked and trusted to rent to space to teach other forms of martial arts.
The self-defense club was three towns over which was only twenty-five mintues away, but it seemed like a world away. None of the kids from my school, church or neighborhood went there or learned martial arts/self-defense at all.
People only found out about my self-defense training when a small picture and interview were done with me when I was finishing 8th grade. One of the louder, more brazen boys in our grade teased me and said my self-defense classes must really suck if I’m the best one. I tried laughing along with everyone but he didn’t stop. Eventually Bradley grabbed the bun in my hair and tried leading me around by it. I quickly squatted to break free, popped him in the nose, kicked the outside of his knees before popping him in the nose again. Then I kicked the inside of his left knee before kicking him in the balls. Bradley went down and needed two teachers to help him to the office. After some witnesses described what happened and a fact-finding-process I didn’t end up in any trouble. It was quite a situation because he was a trouble making bully and I was a quiet, somewhat nerdy girl who never got in any trouble.
Bradley ended up on crutches for Thursday and Friday. He had to go home mid-day Wednesday when it happened. Bradley limped for another full week and never seemed to full recover until the end of the school year…which was three more weeks away.
As far as self-defense goes, I needed to use my skills two other times. When I was a sophomore in high school, some senior must not have known about my martial arts and self-defense skills. But he DID know that I wasn’t a freshman. He decided to haze me anyways and try and throw ice water on me. I ducked and skirted to the side and saw he hadn’t given up, so I had no choice. I kicked the outside of his knee and then seemingly had the longest, clearest opening and kicked him square in the testicles. He threw up and I saw him needing help standing and walking. He was out of school the next day day (I paid attention to that) and I’m not sure about the total extent of the damage. One guy told me he heard this senior (Devin) complained that he had a hard time breathing for hours and his balls hurt for over a week. I wouldn’t doubt it.
The 3rd time was more unfortunate. I was dating this guy for about seven weeks and he apparently thought sex was long over-due. I thought it was months away at the earliest. He was about 5’8” 190lbs and he was on top of me NOT listening to my calls for him to stop. I grabbed his testicles and brought him to tears. I don’t think I really understood the fragility of testicles because he was semi-conscious and mumbling incoherently. It was a miscommunication and a product of him clinging to a macho male-centered belief that if he wants it bad enough then he has a right to take it. We stopped dating but as strange as it sounds, it was his decision. He couldn’t deal with a girlfriend that could bust his balls I guess. I would have been fine accepting his apology for being dismissive of my “no” because I really did think he was a sweet guy and never meant to push me too far. It’s hard to explain, but I do think there are times when it really is a communication issue or a mistake on the guy’s part. But looking back, it’s not good to have a boyfriend or a husband that mis-reads a situation that severely.
When I was in my teens and upper-twenties I really looked young. Some people still say I look very young. I think recently my skin shows some age, but overall I guess it’s good to look young as you work your way up into your mid-30’s. But when I was in my upper teens and twenties, I looked super-young. When I was like 22 years old and about 5’5” 120lbs and I needed to defeat a 40-45 year old man who happened to be small-boned and maybe 140lbs. Often times I had a good idea of how things would go and how he’d end up feeling when he walked off the mat. I had a lot of confidence, and for good reason, with this particular guy.
I worked in a dentist’s office part-time during college and one of the guys that serviced the X-rays machines and other equipment was an open mat opponent of mine. Winning and losing at open mat was a big deal. In class we’d practice and work hard to improve, but in these weekend matches we all really wanted to test ourselves and see where we stood. These matches were about winning and losing!
This guy I knew from the dental office, Walt, was thirty-eight and I was twenty-two. He was about 5’6” 140-145lbs and mostly bald. Even this number of years later (13 years later) I felt almost bad asking him for his recollection of our matches. Thankfully (below) he was fine with sharing his memories. I remember wrestling Walt on open mat and I got his arm early on. When I lost control of his arm about :30 later I was worried I blew my chance. But he seemed quite concerned with me arm-barring him again after that and I worked my legs around his waist as soon as I saw an opening. My legs are fairly long and I had built up at least some strength by the time I was twenty-two.
I remember seeing Walt wince and I got re-positioned. I found myself able to take his head under my arm. He was apparently more jeopardized by my waist-scissors than I thought he’d be, and when he dropped his head I happily grabbed it. I changed my angle on the waist-scissors and then on the head-lock and with-in about forty seconds of squeezing Walt tapped out. It was the start of what was a pretty one-sided match-up.
From Walt;
I’ve had an unusual friendship with Cheri. I remember, clearly, our time at open mat when she tapped me out. But I feel it will be good for me to share more than how that initial tap-out went down. Yes, she defeated me and it was a pretty humbling couple minutes. But then, a few minutes later, I asked one of the people refereeing to please ref another match. I wanted to give it another shot against Cheri. I wanted to make it seem like just another match, but I was obviously smarting from my loss and wanted to re-gain my pride. My pride shouldn’t have been deflated, but it was. I let Cheri’s size, looks and gender shade how I viewed the result of the match.
I cleared my mind and pretended like the last match with Cheri didn’t really happen. Unfortunately, this 2nd match was much like the 1st one. She trapped me with her legs, a bit higher up on my rib-cage and she slipped it into a side-scissors. Cheri took my arm and bent it before squeezing me into total submission with her legs. I remember Cheri and the referee both being concerned. It was that big of an ass-kicking. This slim, sweet, plain young lady had flattened me again.
About a half hour later I made another crucial mistake. I went up to Cheri and told her I wanted a bit more practice. I think she knew that I just wanted to try and re-gain some male pride and I was getting pretty desperate. Cheri seemed to have a hard time saying “no” so she agreed to grapple against me again. I sought out the other referee even though I figured he knew about the situation. We were set to go and I felt I was in a good place mentally and was only a slight bit sore.
This 3rd time, Cheri was even more aggressive. She’s quiet but she proved to be very competitive and wasn’t going to make things easy on me. Cheri slid behind me and applied a sleeper-type hold. In my desperation and panic I dug my nails into her and I’m not sure if that’s what made her re-adjust, but it would put an to the day’s grappling for me. After some jostling, Cheri ended up with her legs around my head and neck. She began squeezing me and a full-panic set-in. I remember feeling her grab her own ankle and the constriction was horrendous. It was like an anaconda or a pythom were squeezing me to death. I tapped out and I just rememeber gathering my wits and being glad I was conscious and that it was all over. I was slow to get up and I remember telling Cheri that it was enough for the day. She told me, yes, it was getting late. I was in a whole new life-situation and so was the young lady who conquered me.
From Cheri;
I felt sort of odd at the time because it really was a new, different situation for me. I had defeated males and even grown men before, but this was different. I beat a guy pretty badly and then beat him two more times. I felt normal when we were battling because that was a regular situation where I just do my best. But I wasn’t sure what to say after I beat him and then when he was asking for the rematch. Then the process started over for a 3rd time and I still wasn’t sure how to react or what to say to Walt.
But I can tell you what I think now, many years later, and what I felt like once I had a chance to process what happened. Looking back at it, I was a lot more skilled than Walt, probably because I was a really focused grappler. If I didn’t focus, then I’d get my butt kicked pretty badly because of my size and the fact that I didn’t have as much strength as most of my opponents. But I also had a lot more smarts and problem-solving abilities than Walt along with competitiveness. People can’t always tell how competitive I am, but I hate losing.
Since that time I’ve told Walt the truth. And the truth is, it wasn’t that hard to beat him either of the three times. It took some strategy and time, but making him doubt his own masculinity and squeezing him that badly wasn’t actually that difficult for me. If he would have kept asking I probably would have kept beating his butt!
Later that evening and in the next couple days I felt proud about what I did and began wondering how many guys, even bigger guys, I could defeat. Walt was about two inches taller than me and twenty-pounds heavier and he certainly wasn’t able to defend himself very well at all.
I saw Walt at the dentist office (my part-time work) about once a month for the next year and he was always friendly. I think we had an unspoken agreement not to tell others (until this book) about the way I handled him. But Walt wasn’t totally at-peace with how things went for us in the match.
Walt asked me if I was going to an open match that was two days away. This was about ten months after I defeated him. I told Walt that I was planning to be there. He asked if we could grapple and I said yes, but I also said “maybe it’s best just once or maybe twice this time”. He quickly said that was fine and that was the end of the conversation.
Walt looked a bit more serious or prepared when I saw him before open mat and he wanted to go against me near the beginning. He was obviously geared up for this. That was fine with me. Unfortunately for Walt, I had learned a lot and lifted a lot during those ten months. I applied a hold around his head, neck and left arm/shoulder that totally crushed him. And it didn’t take long. After about ninety-seconds of elapsed time, Walt was starting to feel the extreme embarrassment of a rather easy loss. He shouldn’t have been humiliated, but I knew he was (gender, age, etc shouldn’t matter in martial arts ideally, you should view all opponents similarly). He apparently didn’t accept losing to smaller women. Walt pinched me and dug his nails in as he was getting unsportsmanlike. I changed positions and pressed against one side of his neck with my thigh and pressed the other side with my shin.
Walt tapped out almost simultaneously with passing out. It took the referee a while to get Walt woken up and the nails he dug into me hurt quite a bit. Walt needed a friend to pick him up and drive him home. He didn’t want to explain what happened to his wife (he’s divorced now). Walt DID ask to grapple with me one more time, and I told him if he digs his nails in again I will hurt him worse. Being threatened or hearing me verbalize my superiority made Walt blush. I also decided to suggest we wrestle at my apartment. I was twenty-four, in school to become a pharmacist, and I told him I thought it would be good to take the humiliation out of it by facing one another in private. Obviously I wasn’t afraid to be alone in my apartment with Walt. He thought that my mention of ‘humiliation’ meant I was over-confident. Well, I wasn’t over-confident, but I was very confident and had good reason to be.
