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True Story: A Day In The Life
(Note: This story was not written by me)
My first ever session with a real, honest to god, female bodybuilder took place well over 10 years ago. She's a fairly well known former Ms Olympia contestant, placing in the Top Ten two or three times, I believe. While not a tall woman (I'd estimate 5'3", maybe 5'4"), she was (is) very muscular. She's very attractive, the first time I had ever seen her was in an issue of WPW from the late '80s. She was very cut, muscles leaping off the glossy pages, especially her legs. So when the opportunity arose, years later, to have a wrestling session with her, I leapt at the chance. I met her in her hotel room. It was dimly lit, but I could make out her muscular form quite well. I was very excited, and very,very nervous. I'd had experiences being scissored by girlfriends, these were always approached carefully, until I felt comfortable enough to mention my fetishes. I'd also been with a few dominatrixes, with mixed results. But that gave me a sense of abandoning my 'real' self, after all, it's already implicit that I'm a submissive type, a body to be subjagated. But this was different...my feeling was that this woman may not necessarily understand a man who likes to be physically overpowered by a woman. She obviously treats her body with great care, has great pride in her physique. Perhaps she would assume that a man has no choice but to (at least try to) overpower them... What would she make of a 'man' like me??? She was apologetic about the lack of space, they had given her a room with two double beds. I felt rather foolish, looming over her by a good foot or so, and she did seem a bit leery when she asked if I wanted to wrestle competively..."No, I like to wrestle, but I like to lose" I stated, thinking how stupid that must have sounded. I stared at the floor, taking note of the fact that she was wearing sweatpants, socks and sneakers. She looked at me kind of strangely, and again, I felt stupid. We sat down across from each other on the two beds. A long awkward pause followed. She seemed as uncomfortable as I did when she finally said "Well, how do want to do this? This is my first time doing sessions, and if you want to lose, that's great. Makes it easier on me..." "How tall are you, anyway?" she asked, sounding kind of irritated. "6'3", I guess...did I come at a bad time?" I said, feeling like this was all a big mistake. She truly seemed kind of put out about something. "Oh, no, sorry" she said, flashing a bright smile. "It's just that I can't figure you guys out sometimes..." She reached down and began removing her sneakers and socks (thank god), then rose to step out of her sweats. My heartbeat picked up at the sight of her flaring thighs. I'm not sure if she was still competing at the time, but this was definitely her off season physique, very full and voluptuous. Her skin was very smooth and nicely tanned. She sat back down and crossed her legs. Her calves were glorious, big and round as grapefruits. I felt myself getting very aroused... "It's just that I had a guy here earlier as big as you, and after we started he was really trying to hurt me and it kind of got out of hand." Secretly thrilled at the thought of her beating some guy up for real, I pressed for details. "Oh, he was all like let's just have fun, I'm out of shape, you could probably kill me..." she chattered, sounding now more like a schoolgirl, with me as her sympathetic male sounding board. "It was all fine when he pinned me-" "He did?" "Yeah, a couple times...I *had* to let him win" "A big guy like that...? No offense-" "No, what I mean is that if I *didn't* let him win, he'd have been an even bigger jerk, and somebody would have been hurt..." At this point she winked, and I was again feeling that rush I get from a dominant woman. She was bobbing her bare foot around, twisting it in slow circles. Beautiful little foot...I was mesmerized. She must have seen me staring at her foot.. "See that? Bastard bit me!" she exclaimed, holding her foot out for my inspection. There was clearly a red mark, high on her instep. "He'd already stepped on my hair, grabbed my boobs, knocked over the lamp" she motioned to the corner. "So I finally rolled him into a figure four, and figured I'd take one fall because I'd had enough, and his time was almost up." "So you c-choked him" I stammered, on the edge of my seat. "Hell yeah, I figured it would settle him down. Most of the guys like being squeezed, anyway". (How right she was!) "Instead, he bites me..." she said, laughing out loud and rubbing her foot. "What did you do?", hoping she'd tell me she squeezed him senseless between her powerful little legs. "Oh, I tightened up on him and reached down and covered his mouth and nose. Then I told him that if he did that again I'd break his neck. He thrashed around a lot, so I took my hand away from his face and he just started in calling me a bitch, that he'd kill me when he got out of this...I kicked him away from me, jumped up and told him to get the hell out." "What a psycho! Were you scared? Did he leave?" "Absolutely. I'm still new to this, but I was mad as hell too. I'm not going to put up with that kind of shit, I never have." I was again enthralled with her as the aggressive tone had come back into her voice. It was still flashing in my mind that I was sitting two feet away from a woman who'd fueled so many of my fantasies. Now I had the chance to find out what it would be like to have her crush me between her sculpted, world class (Olympian!) thighs... "So tell me sweetie, you seem like a nice enough kid...are you gonna behave yourself?" "Oh, yeah...no I'm not like that at all, believe me I-" The wink again. She knew. She knew *I * knew she knew. "Well OK, then, let's have some fun...you want to get more comfortable? Underwears fine, it's up to you." I disrobed, again feelin incredibly inadequate next to her. I'm tall, but pretty scrawny. I was self conscious about my erection, but there was no hiding it. She waited, much more at ease now. When I'd finished, she rose and stepped up close to me, chest out, chin raised in mock belligerence. " Jesus, you're tall. Maybe I should get my heels...would you like that?" "Umm, sure OK. But you don't have to..." I said, sinking slowly to my knees before her. "I wouldn't want you to be uncomfortable, what with your foot and all...maybe I could kiss it, and make it better?" I trailed off, again, feeling like a fool.She had a big smile the whole time as I fell to my knees, the whole slave bit I guess, but this last request brought forth that pretty laugh again. "You want to kiss my feet? Oooh, aren't you sweet...go right head.You like feet Michael?" "Y-yeah" I managed, voice husky as I bent closer to the foot she'd extended towards me " Sometimes...I mean, yeah, yours I do..." She settled herself luxuriantly on the bed's edge, allowing me to kiss her foot gently. "You can rub them too, if you like" she giggled. I spent the next ten minutes or so rubbing her shapely little feet, spreading her toes, running my fingertips along her arches, massaging her insteps very gently. I think she really enjoyed it, at least she said she did. I sat at her feet eagerly, looking up into her eyes. "Well thank you Michael, that was really nice. You're a sweet guy. Now tell me something..." she said, making an obvious note of the swelling in my undershorts, which I had forgotten about during my footrub. She had caught me off guard. "What?" I asked, blushing, but full of (obvious) excitement. "Do you want to wrestle me, or what? Not that I mind the attention!" The musical laughter again. "Well...there's something I really enjoy..." (end Part One) Last edited by bruce911187; 05-Jan-14 at 22:03. |
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Re: True Story: A Day In The Life
When my wife and I play strip wrestling, she usually wins, then she takes me over her knee for a bare bottomed spanking.
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Re: True Story: A Day In The Life
Excited for a part 2
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