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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.
Nadine is available from 9:00 to 9:50 AM on September 12th and from 9:00 to 9:50 September 13th. All times are USA Central and it's $20 for your first chat and then Nadine chats for $18/50-minutes. Here is an excerpt from one of Ken Phillips books about Nadine.............
Nadine 5’2 ½” 138, 50yo vs Stan 5’6” 157, 46yo
From Nadine;
I have done my work in fancy gyms, sweaty dojos and other less known more grungy places. I enjoy grappling and have faced over fifty different men in my lifetime. I’ve won some and I’ve lost some. But when you look at some guy and then look at me, you might assume that I won’t win. But then if I start taking some clothes off you’ll notice that even though I am fifty-years-old, I am very well built.
It’s hard to say how big or strong of a man I can or can’t handle. It depends on a variety of factors. Stan doesn’t have any of the qualifications a man would need to defeat me. He has not worked on his physical strength, he is not knowledgeable about martial arts or grappling and he’s a modestly sized man. As any smaller woman will tell you, our biggest paranoia is to lose to a man like Stan. I would rather snap him in two than lose to him but my ideal outcome is to have a dominant-win.
From Ken;
Stan is another female wrestling aficionado that I have stayed in touch with for years. He has had sessions with female wrestlers, gone to several big bodybuilding shows and he knows many of the big names in the industry. Seeing Nadine wrestle is my in-person introduction to her. We have corresponded for over a year and I wanted to include her with this set of matches. Nadine is one lady that had piqued my interest to say the least.
The Match;
Nadine decided to wear a spandex workout outfit and it was all black. She is one of those women that has a cold, serious stare. Stan has an almost constant smile on his face. It’s almost like a childhood always-happy smile. But He did seem a little twitchy, so I think the fact that he was going to mix it up with a very strong, serious woman had this fella at least a bit concerned. We also have to remember that there’s a different dynamic when spectators are involved. Stan admitted that he had never wrestled against a female with others watching.
The women always look comfortable right from the start. Stan, like the other guys, looked like a fish out of water and he paid for it. Nadine grabbed his wrist, stepped on his foot and then lunged at his other leg. In one smooth motion Stan was falling backwards. Nadine held his wrist and put him in a hold where she could have dislocated his shoulder. In about ten seconds Stan had already submitted. The first round was unlike any other match of the day. Nadine went for a record and she got it. She used quick-strike maneuvers to tap Stan out six times in three minutes. He tried avoidance and other extreme measures of defense but nothing worked. As the 2nd round started Nadine looked at Stan and said “this is the end”.
Nadine is not a woman that would say that unless she was sure she could back it up. Based on what we had already seen I wouldn’t have bet against her. With-in the first minute Nadine got on Stan’s back and he was pressed face-first on to the floor. Nadine then kept him immobile with a knee-in-the-kidneys and then systematically and methodically pulled his legs up and back and hooked them. Then she grabbed his chin and pulled it backwards. The human body simply doesn’t move that way and Stan tapped. Mission partially accomplished. Stan did want to keep trying. I admired Stan’s determination and was really curious to see if he’d last another ninety seconds. Well, Nadine smelled blood in the water and went for a quick, forceful takedown. A guy like Stan has no weapons that will slow down a lady like Nadine. Soon enough she had a sleeper applied and was racing against the clock. Stan tapped out with about six seconds left. He immediately submitted the match to Nadine. When Stan stood up we could see that he was little more than a sweat-stain of a man.
Nadine forced Stan to go to the bathroom and shave himself hairless. He did a “before” show and an “after” one. After his fourth attempt to get hairless didn’t totally satisfy Nadine Stan rolled his eyes. Yup, he rolled his eyes at Nadine! That earned him an immediate snap-kick to the balls. Everyone knew that Stan had really been an idiot. Nadine said nothing. She just delivered the kick and watched him squirm in pain.
From Nadine;
How do you take away a man’s masculinity when he has so little to start with? If this was a powerful, bigger man, then maybe I would have done more harm to him. But Stan is a typical small helpless runt who gets his rocks off by getting beaten women. That’s all well and good and he got what he was hoping for. My female ego couldn’t handle losing to a guy like Stan. I will say that even though he’s small and non-athletic, Stan is bigger than me and he gave it all he has. When I look back at the match, I should take pride in how emphatically I dispatched him. I need to enjoy the victories as much as I dislike the defeats. Ultimately I took a man that’s bigger than me and beat the totally crap out of him….that’s what I call a good day!
From Stan;
She had a look in her eyes that meant trouble. I was outmatched, outmuscled and pretty thoroughly defeated. I just tried to hang on as long as possible. Being asked to shave myself and not being able to disobey was embarrassing, especially when I was dumb enough to protest it. That snap-kick got me right in the nuts. He foot hit the left and right nut both square-on. I am well aware of the fact that if Nadine would have pushed up more she could have had me throwing up and unable to breathe. I am thankful that she didn’t punish me worse. I was just frustrated because I had trouble shaving my body hairless enough for her approval. I doubt I will be able to look in the mirror with pride anytime soon.
Q and A with Nadine
Q) What’s the roughest thing that you have done to a man?
A) I caught my first husband cheating. Right on the spot I punched him in the jaw and he was semi-conscious. A week later I did it again, but this time I bound his testicles together with firm rubber bands. With his nuts very tightly constricted I delivered a nice thigh shot. He did the full roll-up-and-cry routine. He is about 5’9” 160lbs and, to this day, he’s worried I will beat him up again. The look on his face when I racked his balls was precious. His eyes sort of fluttered and went up and he began gasping for air. It was almost like a beautiful feminist artform!
Another time was when a guy was feeling me up back when I was in the military. I took matters into my own hands. I warned him and when he didn’t stop I delivered three punches and one stomp on his foot. It took him down and was done! I head-scissored him unconscious and stood over him until he woke up. I let him know that if this happened again I would beat him in public and keep squeezing even after he taps. I also described how it would feel for him and for me if I looked him straight in his eyes as I’d break each testicle individually. I scared him so badly or hurt him so badly (or both) that he wet his pants.
Nadine 5’2 ½” 138, 50yo vs Stan 5’6” 157, 46yo
From Nadine;
I have done my work in fancy gyms, sweaty dojos and other less known more grungy places. I enjoy grappling and have faced over fifty different men in my lifetime. I’ve won some and I’ve lost some. But when you look at some guy and then look at me, you might assume that I won’t win. But then if I start taking some clothes off you’ll notice that even though I am fifty-years-old, I am very well built.
It’s hard to say how big or strong of a man I can or can’t handle. It depends on a variety of factors. Stan doesn’t have any of the qualifications a man would need to defeat me. He has not worked on his physical strength, he is not knowledgeable about martial arts or grappling and he’s a modestly sized man. As any smaller woman will tell you, our biggest paranoia is to lose to a man like Stan. I would rather snap him in two than lose to him but my ideal outcome is to have a dominant-win.
From Ken;
Stan is another female wrestling aficionado that I have stayed in touch with for years. He has had sessions with female wrestlers, gone to several big bodybuilding shows and he knows many of the big names in the industry. Seeing Nadine wrestle is my in-person introduction to her. We have corresponded for over a year and I wanted to include her with this set of matches. Nadine is one lady that had piqued my interest to say the least.
The Match;
Nadine decided to wear a spandex workout outfit and it was all black. She is one of those women that has a cold, serious stare. Stan has an almost constant smile on his face. It’s almost like a childhood always-happy smile. But He did seem a little twitchy, so I think the fact that he was going to mix it up with a very strong, serious woman had this fella at least a bit concerned. We also have to remember that there’s a different dynamic when spectators are involved. Stan admitted that he had never wrestled against a female with others watching.
The women always look comfortable right from the start. Stan, like the other guys, looked like a fish out of water and he paid for it. Nadine grabbed his wrist, stepped on his foot and then lunged at his other leg. In one smooth motion Stan was falling backwards. Nadine held his wrist and put him in a hold where she could have dislocated his shoulder. In about ten seconds Stan had already submitted. The first round was unlike any other match of the day. Nadine went for a record and she got it. She used quick-strike maneuvers to tap Stan out six times in three minutes. He tried avoidance and other extreme measures of defense but nothing worked. As the 2nd round started Nadine looked at Stan and said “this is the end”.
Nadine is not a woman that would say that unless she was sure she could back it up. Based on what we had already seen I wouldn’t have bet against her. With-in the first minute Nadine got on Stan’s back and he was pressed face-first on to the floor. Nadine then kept him immobile with a knee-in-the-kidneys and then systematically and methodically pulled his legs up and back and hooked them. Then she grabbed his chin and pulled it backwards. The human body simply doesn’t move that way and Stan tapped. Mission partially accomplished. Stan did want to keep trying. I admired Stan’s determination and was really curious to see if he’d last another ninety seconds. Well, Nadine smelled blood in the water and went for a quick, forceful takedown. A guy like Stan has no weapons that will slow down a lady like Nadine. Soon enough she had a sleeper applied and was racing against the clock. Stan tapped out with about six seconds left. He immediately submitted the match to Nadine. When Stan stood up we could see that he was little more than a sweat-stain of a man.
Nadine forced Stan to go to the bathroom and shave himself hairless. He did a “before” show and an “after” one. After his fourth attempt to get hairless didn’t totally satisfy Nadine Stan rolled his eyes. Yup, he rolled his eyes at Nadine! That earned him an immediate snap-kick to the balls. Everyone knew that Stan had really been an idiot. Nadine said nothing. She just delivered the kick and watched him squirm in pain.
From Nadine;
How do you take away a man’s masculinity when he has so little to start with? If this was a powerful, bigger man, then maybe I would have done more harm to him. But Stan is a typical small helpless runt who gets his rocks off by getting beaten women. That’s all well and good and he got what he was hoping for. My female ego couldn’t handle losing to a guy like Stan. I will say that even though he’s small and non-athletic, Stan is bigger than me and he gave it all he has. When I look back at the match, I should take pride in how emphatically I dispatched him. I need to enjoy the victories as much as I dislike the defeats. Ultimately I took a man that’s bigger than me and beat the totally crap out of him….that’s what I call a good day!
From Stan;
She had a look in her eyes that meant trouble. I was outmatched, outmuscled and pretty thoroughly defeated. I just tried to hang on as long as possible. Being asked to shave myself and not being able to disobey was embarrassing, especially when I was dumb enough to protest it. That snap-kick got me right in the nuts. He foot hit the left and right nut both square-on. I am well aware of the fact that if Nadine would have pushed up more she could have had me throwing up and unable to breathe. I am thankful that she didn’t punish me worse. I was just frustrated because I had trouble shaving my body hairless enough for her approval. I doubt I will be able to look in the mirror with pride anytime soon.
Q and A with Nadine
Q) What’s the roughest thing that you have done to a man?
A) I caught my first husband cheating. Right on the spot I punched him in the jaw and he was semi-conscious. A week later I did it again, but this time I bound his testicles together with firm rubber bands. With his nuts very tightly constricted I delivered a nice thigh shot. He did the full roll-up-and-cry routine. He is about 5’9” 160lbs and, to this day, he’s worried I will beat him up again. The look on his face when I racked his balls was precious. His eyes sort of fluttered and went up and he began gasping for air. It was almost like a beautiful feminist artform!
Another time was when a guy was feeling me up back when I was in the military. I took matters into my own hands. I warned him and when he didn’t stop I delivered three punches and one stomp on his foot. It took him down and was done! I head-scissored him unconscious and stood over him until he woke up. I let him know that if this happened again I would beat him in public and keep squeezing even after he taps. I also described how it would feel for him and for me if I looked him straight in his eyes as I’d break each testicle individually. I scared him so badly or hurt him so badly (or both) that he wet his pants.
