You started dating a woman who could only be described as a goddess. Tall, pale skin, long and curly jet black hair, voluptuous body, long legs, flat toned stomach and a cute, innocent smile that would make any heart melt. You have always wondered why she took an interest in you, who happens to be a nerdy, small software developer. Sure, she is nerdy too and is your best friend. She used to be the class topper. She has a thriving career in the world of IT. But still, with her looks, she could have had anyone of her choosing. But, she's madly in love with you and you are madly in love with her as well. There is a catch. She does mixed wrestling for fun... and she always likes to win and if possible, absolutely devastate and torture her male opponents. You never told her this (especially because you feel she might think you are a creep), but, you always enjoyed seeing women dominate men and have fantasized about getting dominated by her. But you have always hesitated telling her. Things take a turn for the better, or so you think, when she tells you that, for the third date, she wants to wrestle you in a no rules wrestling match! The winner will be the loser's slave for the week. You practically jump with excitement on hearing that. Today is the third date. You have been waiting for this day for an entire week. A week that seemed more like eternity. ​ You show up at her place on time. You are nervous. There is a very real possibility that you will be beaten up, tortured and humiliated by your girlfriend. She opens the door wearing a bikini and you immediately sport an erection. She spots it and with a naughty smile, she pulls you in and starts kissing you. That's when you realize how strong she really is. She closes the door behind you and pushes you to the couch. She straddles you and continues kissing. Then she stops. ​ Her: "Sweetie, you know that I beat up guys for fun, right?" You: (You nod like a dumb idiot) Her: "Well, I need to practice my moves daily and it is no fun doing it with a punching bag. So, if I win, you'll be my punching bag from now on." You: "Ok." Her: "I know it turns you on to see guys get pummeled by me. I noticed the way you jumped at the challenge to wrestle me today. So, lets get started." You: "Ok babe" Her: "Then strip. I wanna see your undies." You: (undresses) She leads you to the basement where she has a wrestling ring set up. You start to panic and think about backing out. She notices this and tells you in her soft, sweet and innocent tone. Her: "Babe, don't worry, I won't hurt you too much. I promise not to break anything." You: "That's a relief" Her: "Tell you what. Let's start on our knees. Winning is by knockouts. Tap-outs get you a 3 second time out, that way, if you feel overwhelmed, you can tap out and take a breather." You: "ok" You enter the ring with her and get into position. The match begins. You move in to punch her, but, she tackles you head on, slamming you to the mats. The world blacks out for a moment. Before you recover, You feel her pulling your head up, you open your eyes to see her thighs on either side of your head and her luscious ass a few inches from your face. You had fantasized about this, but never expected it to become real. But, you start to panic again. She's crushing your neck with her legs. It hurts. And breathing is also becoming difficult. Just as you were about to nod off due to suffocation, a shooting pain starts in your balls. She's squeezing them, hard. Her: "Awww, such a cute little boner! I am sorry, I don't want you to pass out so soon. You can just agree to be my punching bag and we'll end the match right now. Oh, and, do you like the smell? I was working out just before you came." You: "please stop! (tapping frantically) Stop! Stop! Stop! I give! I give up!" ​ She lets you go, and with an apologetic face, while tending to your wounds. ​ Her: "Sorry! I got carried away a little. It turns me on to do that. Smothering men, scissoring them, punching, kicking, etc, especially if they obey me despite knowing that I am about to hurt them. Please forgive me. We dont have to do this ever again if you dont want it. " You: "Actually, I do. I am sorry, I have a very low tolerance for pain, but, I have always fantasized about this. I have always felt that dominating someone in a wrestling match is the truest form of domination. Getting locked in a headscissor between your lovely thighs. Getting smothered, by your lovely breasts, or your large buttocks, getting punched and kicked by you and those occasional kisses you give to your opponents, etc, I have always to some measure, envied your opponents. Of course, not the part about being humiliated publicly, but, the other things. So, what do you say, we do this,without the wrestling rules?" ​ Her eyes lit up at this. ​ Her: Ok, then, let's start with something light. Let's try facesitting. I am gonna sit on your face in different poses. You are gonna tell me if you can get in a breath or not. Also, to make it a little fun, I am gonna see, how long it takes for you to pass out." ​ You: "Ok." Her: "Good. Now, lie down. (she straddles your chest, with her butt facing you.) Weren't you telling me how you love my butt? So, stop staring and start kissing!" You: "Ok" ( Starts kissing). Her: (Sits down on your face without a warning.) "Oh, did I not warn you? Too bad, I enjoy this. Now, tap twice on my thigh, if you can breathe." Before you can respond, She pulls you by the hair and starts jumping up and down on your face. It hurts and you cant breathe and you did not get in a breath before her ass came crashing down. So, you tap to tell her you cant breathe. Her: "Good. Now, do not squirm. I want you to stay still. Keep your hands to your sides." ​ ​ ​ ​ ​