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I was in a mixed wrestling match that did not go as I thought it would. In fact it was quite painful. Jackie was a relatively new employee. One day we were talking about sports and I mentioned that I was a varsity wrestler (just graduated from high school a year before). Jackie insisted that I was too puny (I am 5’6” and was in the 150lb weight class). I told her she was a big cow (she is 6’1” and 220lbs). Jackie laughed and said she’d take me easily. She went on to talk about her experience as a jello wrestler. I told her that rolling around in jello with other women was not the same as going against someone with strategy and training. I added that she sure did not look like any jello wrestler I had ever seen. She asked, “so why don’t you bring it on?” I told her she was making a mistake and would be happy to oblige. I figured while she is certainly bigger and maybe even stronger, she was not as fast and definitely not as trained.

We headed back to the dock where a couple of people laid out a set of packing mats. Jackie asked, “are you sure you want to do this? I am going to kick your ass”. I told her, “just worry about yourself”. She was dressed in jeans and blouse and I had on a t-shirt and jeans. We kicked off our shoes and stepped onto the mats. There was part of me that had some doubt… she was BIG!

Jackie crouched down and said, “bring it on”. I rushed her and we locked up. Before she knew what was happening, I twisted around behind her and tripped her to the ground. I got onto her back and got her into a full nelson. She was struggling trying to use her hands to get a hold of my face and instead was just flailing at the side of my head. I laughed and knew that just would not work. Clearly, she felt rather trapped and I locked my grip tighter. It seemed she just might give and stopped struggling. I asked her, “have you had enough yet?” I looked up at the circle of people who were standing around watching. They were surprised at my quick victory.

Jackie said, “Give up to you? You have got to be kidding”. Jackie then got up to her and knees while held onto the full nelson. I thought she was going to stand up. Instead, she flung herself backwards landing right on top of me. I was stunned. Her 220lbs hit like a freight train.

Before I was able to collect myself and try something, she scrambled, flipped and was over me. She crashed her weight onto my stomach knocking the wind out of me. I shoved with all of my might and almost knocked her backwards but she caught herself in time. Then she started grabbing at my wrists. It was not long before she got them and pinned my arms to the ground. Her arms were very strong and with her weight behind it, it was impossible to prevent. Jackie got her knees onto my shoulders and sat upright. Her weight on my belly was enormous.

I tried to roll over but it she was too heavy. Same for bucking her off… in fact that made it worse.. the crash landings were pain filled and energy sapping. Jackie looked down into my face and said, “so all that varsity stuff was a waste time wasn’t it”. I told her I never had to wrestle a ten to cow before. She asked, “ten tons eh?” She then started bouncing her but on top of my stomach. The slams were getting to be quite uncomfortable and it was hard to breath with her doing that. It also was pretty bad for my ribs.

After a number of slams, she got tired of bouncing on top of me… maybe she wasn’t athletic enough to keep it up. Finally she said, “you give”? Just wanting her off of me, I said I did. She tapped me across the face and said, “just remember… you got beat by a ten ton cow and I’ll be happy to do it again. By the way, I was the jello wrestler who ALWAYS won”. Laying there with her on top of me, I vowed to get revenge.

Contributed by: GeraldK

June 13, 2018 / by Del Kane / in mixed wrestling story

Battle at the Bank : Mixed Wrestling and Grappling

Jeff was a true chauvinist in every sense of the word. He treated the women at the bank very poorly. As head teller, one would think he was President of the US. Jeff would talk down to all of the ladies as if they did not have a brain in their head and constantly used words such as “toots”, “blonde” and sometimes “air head”. Jeff is not even that old. At 32 his attitude was a throwback to days gone by. But at 32, the 5’9” Jeff was beginning to show some paunch around his waist and wasn’t in the shape he used to be. Of course to Jeff with his arrogance, he is the next thing to Arnold Swarzenegger.

Beverly had only been at the bank for a week but she was glad. Bev had spent many years dancing at strip clubs and finally earned her Associates. Bev was certainly attractive. At 5’6” and 130lbs, with strong dancer’s legs and curly blonde hair, she was the kind of women you notice right away. At 35, she looked more like 25. Being at the bank was a break from the patronizing behavior she was so tired of at the clubs… or so she thought.

Right from the gitgo, Jeff was his usual insulting self. He wanted to get Bev used to the idea that he’d do as he pleased and was the boss in every way. Jeff went out of his way to make Bev feel dumb whenever something did not go right. He snapped at her and routinely called her “air head”. The other ladies at the bank assured her Jeff was just being himself and “do your best to ignore him”. But after about week, Bev had enough. If it meant going back to the club, that would be it.

It was Friday afternoon and Bev was trying to figure out how to get the computer to spit out a cashier’s check. She told the customer it was her first time doing it and the customer was patient and understanding. But Jeff charged up, apologized to the customer and shoved Bev out of the way with his hip. He finished the cashier’s check and apologized again to the customer. Once she was gone, Jeff turned to Bev and said, “you are such a buffoon, hot but mindless”. Bev told him, “shut your fat mouth or you are going to get a foot up your ass”. The ladies at the bank were shocked and so was Jeff.

After staring at her in surprise, he got a fat grin on his face and told her, “wow… so the brainless one is getting lippy”. Bev said she’d get a whole lot more, including the satisfaction of putting her foot up his ass. Jeff said, “I’ll give you the chance right now… come out side”. He did not think she had the nerve. They both went outside into the parking lot with the rest of the bank employees filing out behind them. Bev looked amazing in her skirt, blouse and heels, which she quickly took off upon getting outside.

Jeff said, “ok you dumb bitch.. give it to me.. I never hit a woman, at least not usually”, this is your free shot”. With that, Bev grabbed him behind the neck with both hands and gave him a knee right to the gut. Jeff was doubled over and the wind was knocked out of him. He should have left well enough alone but stupidly did not. After about 15 seconds, Jeff started to straighten up and as he did, he took a swing at Bev. She easily leaned out of the way.

Bev yelled, “I thought you won’t hit a woman”. Jeff blurted, “you obviously don’t count”. He took another swing at her and Bev ducked it and then caught Jeff with a sharp upper cut with all of her weight behind it. Jeff’s head snapped back and then she got him with a left hook. Jeff fell onto his ass quite stunned. He was thinking about giving it up but thought he’d have a better chance trying to wrestle with her. This time when Jeff got up, he rammed Bev and knocked her off her feet. He landed right on top of her and she was rather stunned. Bev knew she was much better at punching than wrestling and being on the ground was not her strong suit.

Bev managed to trap one of Jeff’s legs with both of hers and roll sideways. But Jeff got the momentum and landed back on top. He quickly moved up and sat down hard on Bev’s stomach. She took some self defense classes at college but wrestling was not the focus. What little they did involved the ladies wrestling with each other, they never did cover what to do with a heavy man sitting on top. Bev fought to keep her arms free and knew she had to do something. But it wasn’t long before Jeff got control of her arms and pinned them to the ground.

Jeff looked down at her and began to laugh. Bev said, “yea.. some hee man.. you managed to wrestle a woman to the ground.. you ought to be real proud of yourself”. Jeff laughed like it was the funniest thing in the world. He began to go off insisting Bev was too stupid to function at the bank and dancing at the club was all she was ever good for, if that. Seeing Jeff’s looming face and hearing his insulting words infuriated Bev. It gave her a charge of energy that Jeff would regret.

Bev planted her feet on the ground and bucked upwards. She then suddenly let one drop and push with the other. This send Jeff rolling sideways and off of her. Bev scrambled to her feet and gave Jeff a kick to the gut, causing Jeff to let out a loud groan. The circle of bank employees were cheering Bev on. Jeff struggled to his hands and knees even though he was struggling to catch his breath after Bev had knocked the wind out of him.

Bev got behind him wrapped her powerful legs around his neck He tried to sit up but was too out of it. Bev rode him to the ground and was sitting on his back but with the scissors tightly applied. Jeff tried to pry her legs off but it wasn’t working. His face soon began to turn a bright red. He was making gurgling sounds but this only inspired Bev. The crowd was rooting Bev on. Some were shouting the “finish him! finish him!”.

Bev knew he was about to pass out. She let go of his head with her legs and his face flopped to the ground. Bev flipped Jeff over and sat down hard on his chest. She pinned his arms with her knees and grabbed him by the face and made sure he was looking right at him. She warned Jeff, “Look what happened to you. You couldn’t take me standing up and you couldn’t wrestle me on the ground. If you ever talk shit to me again, I will take out here again and it will ten times worse for you!”

There was a rousing and enthusiastic cheer from the crowd. They knew things would be much different from now on.

June 11, 2018 / by Del Kane / in mixed wrestling story

Special Delivery

Morgan was having a bad day… it had been raining non stop, there was no end to the deliveries, all of the packages were very heavy, the directions did not match up with the streets… it was all going wrong. She wondered why she hadn’t stayed in college instead of dropping out. Delivering boxes for UPS just wasn’t getting it. She was nearing the end of a long day and wanted to workout and eat dinner… only delivery to go. Morgan was quite attractive… 5’10”, 140 shapely pounds, curly blonde hair… she looked outstanding in her brown uniform, particularly in the shorts on this warm early evening.

She pulled up to her last stop and heaved down the large box which must have been a decent sized TV. She knocked at the door and a man finally came to open it. Jerry was about 5’8” and stocky. He was a little pudgy but still in decent shape. He told Morgan, “come in and put down on the floor”. Morgan told him, “I am not supposed to do that… this thing is heavy… can you take it”? Jerry frowned and took the box with ease. With that, he kicked the door closed behind him.

Morgan knocked on the door and loudly said, “I need your signature”. She could see Jerry through the window pane and he was ignoring her. Morgan then kicked the door and shouted, “hey! Come and sign this”…. but still no reaction from Jerry. She tired the knob but it locked automatically. Running out of patience, Morgan started to kick the door full force while yelling, “HEY STUPID ASS. COME AND SIGN THE GOD DAMN ACCEPTANCE FORM!!” This finally got a reaction from Jerry.

He ripped the door open and got up into Morgan’s face. Jerry growled, “get the hell out of my doorway”. Then he grabbed her shirt to shove her. Morgan had enough.

She grabbed his wrist and belted him full force in the stomach with all of her weight behind it. Jerry was stunned and pretty had the wind knocked out of him. His eyes were as big as dinner plates. Not satisfied, Morgan cracked him across the jaw with a left. She then straightened him up and gave him a knee to the gut. Jerry realized he was in trouble and lunged forward to get out of the doorway where he couldn’t move his arms. But Morgan was ready.

As Jerry lunged forward, she side stepped him while holding onto his wrist. She got him into a side headlock and began to punish his face with upper cuts. But Jerry got an arm around Morgan’s waist and then got another onto her left leg. With that he picked her up off of the ground and then slammed her onto her back. Not sure what to do, Jerry then went to lunge onto her. But Morgan was ready and her legs where very strong.

She trapped him with her legs around his waist. Jerry first worked to get control of Morgan’s wrists but the squeezing became very intense. His lower ribs felt like they were popping in place. Jerry abandoned the idea of getting her arms and focused on trying to escape her scissors. He grabbed her ankles and tried to wrench her legs apart. But it was not working. Jerry was running out of steam and started to fall over onto his side.

As he fell, Morgan quickly and deftly moved her right leg up onto the side of Jerry’s head. She then got her left leg around the other side. With that, she locked her ankles behind Jerry’s head. He screamed in agony. He tried rolling over sideways but was powerless to escape from Morgan’s powerful head scissor. After writhing around hopelessly, Jerry yelled, “what the hell do you want from me”? The tablet was within arm’s reach and Morgan grabbed. She moved up and sat her but down hard onto Jerry’s chest and pinned his arms with her knees.

Morgan looked down at him and said, “you have to sign for the box… now do it or I will beat you senseless right here in your front yard.. are you right or left handed?”. “Right”, said Jerry. She took a pen from her pocket and shoved it in his right hand. For good measure, Morgan clapped him on the forehead with the tablet. She then took her knee off his right shoulder and let his arm up while she held the tablet pointed down at Jerry. “Sign line 19”, she commanded.

Jerry dutifully signed. Morgan took her pen placed it back in her pocket then looked down at Jerry and laughed. He could not believe he was here in the grass of his very own front yard with a UPS driver sitting on top of him. As he layed there, he began to wonder if any of the neighbors were watching his predicament. Morgan clapped him again on the forehead for good measure and told him, “the very next time someone shows up to make a delivery you do what they tell you and be polite about it.. especially if it’s me!”. Morgan then got up and headed back to the truck thinking that at least her day ended well.

June 5, 2018 / by Del Kane / in mixed wrestling story

Mixed Wrestling Scissors in the Gym

Sarah was one of those women you notice right away. At 5’5’ and obviously fit, she is a very attractive older blonde at 38 years old. For years she worked as a dancer and always took good care of herself. Once retired from dancing and working behind a desk, Sarah took up weight lifting, paying particular attention to her legs. At 145lbs, she could squat 250lbs. When pumped, her legs were clearly impressive. She always looked great at the gym and this day, she wore a red tank top, blue workout shorts and a white weight lifter belt. Brad was the sort of guy who liked to feel superior to people. At 29 years old, 5’8” and 170lbs, he was not massive but in strong shape and no stranger to the gym.

He noticed Sarah doing squats and said, “that is impressive… for a girl”. Sarah smirked and reminded him, “it is just what I do”. Brad said it is great that she can perform so well in the gym but in real life, her strength really isn’t of much use. Sarah told Brad, “you as usual don’t know what you are talking about”. Brad went on to try to lecture Sarah about wrestling and she was just wishing he’d go the hell away. Brad sensing that Sarah was getting tired of this, said to Sarah, “come on then, put me in a hold and I can get out of it”. Sarah said, “you are on!”

There was a large mat at the back of the gym and Sarah told Brad, “get down and I will teach you about scissors”. Brad laughed like it was the funniest thing he had ever heard. He sat down and said, “bring it on”. Sarah stepped around behind him. Placed her legs around his neck and then sat down, pulling Brad backwards. She applied pressure to the sides of Brad’s neck with her thighs. At first Brad was trying to pass it off saying, “is that all you got?” Sarah squeezed tighter and Brad abruptly stopped talking. In fact, he grabbed at Sarah’s ankles in a reflex to try to pull them off.

By this time, some of the other people working out headed back to see what was going on. They were quite amused. Cassie asked, “ok you guys… what are doing back here?” Sarah said to her, “I am teaching Brad how to apply scissors and how useable a woman’s strength is”. The crowd got a chuckle out of that. Brad mumbled, “I did let her get me here”. Cassie asked him, “then why don’t you break free?” Brad was turning bright red both from the predicament and the python legs wrapped around him. He was now determined to break the hold and he pulled with all of might on Sarah’s legs, trying to pry them apart. But it was not working. The veins on his head started to really bulge and Sarah said, “it looks like you are about to pass out cold” as she let go.

Brad was obviously relieved and let out a moan as his head was let free. Sarah remained laying on her back, propped up on her elbows. Brad got up to his knees looking down at her. Sarah asked him if he had learned anything. Of course he hadn’t and Brad said, “that really is not very meaningful as I let you get the scissors on me” Sarah threw her head back and laughed as she said, “I could take you even if I put up a sign with the time and date I was coming!”

Brad dove forward landing on top of her. Seizing Sarah’s arms, Brad pulled himself up and sat down hard on top of Sarah. It was a quick surprise move. Cassie and the group started forward and Sarah said, “don’t! I’ll deal with this”. Brad said, “see what I told you? All that working out doesn’t do much good when your opponent doesn’t make it easy” Sarah sneered to Brad, “get the fuck off me or I am going to make you suffer badly”. Brad looked down at her and laughed. It was clear he was not about to get up. Sarah planted her feet and bucked upwards, making Brad slide forward. When they came down, Brad was sitting further up on Sarah. This was the room she needed.

Sarah swung her legs up and got her ankles right into Brad’s face. They hit with a meaty thud. Brad let go of Sarah’s arms and grabbed at her legs. But she squeezed and pulled Brad backward with a bang. Sarah then rolled over so that Brad was face down with Sarah’s legs around his neck.

She maneuvered herself so that her thighs were around his neck and legs locked at the ankles and poured on the pressure. Brad was again turning red. He was frantically trying to pull her legs apart and twist free. Instead, Sarah tightened her legs even more. Brad groaned in agony. She asked him, “see you dumbass, are you now going to say I let you put these scissors around your neck this time?” Brad gurgled out, “no… I won’t”. Sarah was enjoying the moment and said, “I am thirsty… I might just keep poor Brad here while I sip a nice quart of water”. The group was laughing again as Cassie gave Sarah her’s.

After several minutes of this, Brad was turning a bright and very scary crimson as he begged, “ok… you win… please let my head loose”. Sarah gave him one last squeeze making Brad moan in pain and desperation and then let go. Brad’s face flopped to the mat. Sarah flipped him over and sat down on his chest. She looked down at the exhausted Brad, grabbed him by the hair and told him, “don’t you ever try to lecture me about wrestling ever again”. Sarah got up and the group laughed and cheered.

June 5, 2018 / by Del Kane / in mixed wrestling story, Uncategorized

Mixed Wrestling Story : Company Get Together

I wound up having a conflict with a co-worker that escalated into wrestling match at our company’s picnic. Each year, UPS holds an event for the employees at out facility. It is a lot of fun with lots of drinking. This last time though, a coworker and I got into it a bit.

Barb is one of those people who seems to pride herself on offending others. Her voice is like gravel and she seems to enjoy others misfortune. Gossip and trash talking are things she seems to engage in regularly. Many of the other women who work here are afraid of her, not to mention some of the guys (but I am not). Barb is certainly chunky. She weighs probably 185lbs and stands about 5’11”. She is not muscular and doesn’t look fit. She is strong though.. hefting packages all day long for years and years seems to have done this. Barb has dirty blond hair and tattoos. Like most, I never did get along with her. She is a bit bigger than me.. I am 5’8” tall and weigh 150lbs. I am however pretty athletic, lift regularly and can bench 20lbs.

The picnic was being held outside in the back of our facility. There were probably 400 people with all of the friends and family who attended. As the day wore on, most of use were pretty souced including me. Barb of course was getting louder as the day wore on. At one point, she slapped Jenny on the back and made a stupid comment about the lost shipping records. I told Barb, “why don’t you just shut up.” Barb frowned at me and shot daggers of anger my why. Barb said, “you better watch it or I will pound your ass”. I laughed at her and told her, “buffaloes should be seen and not heard”. Everybody in earshot was laughing and seemed glad somebody was standing up to her. Barb said, “you’re gonna get it jackass”.

About two hours and another six pack later, I was walking behind the building to have a smoke. I turned the corner and walked straight into Barb. It was like walking into a brick wall. She grabbed my shirt collar and said, “so the jackass has arrived”. I told her to bite off at which point she pulled me forward to be right in my face. Barb said, “you do know what is about to happen right?”. I again told her to bite off but inside I wasn’t to happy with these developments as I was pretty drunk.

Barb got me into a headlock and bent forward. I grabbed her around her waist to keep her from taking me to the ground. Her left arm was powerfully wrapped around my neck. I grabbed her by leg and started to lifted up to try to get her off the ground and throw her backwards. Instead, she twisted sideways and flung me to the ground. Barb stood looking at me and urged me to get back up which I did.

We stood facing each other and I wasn’t sure if Barb was going to do anything else. That answer came as she punched me in the gut. I couldn’t hit her back but did rush forward and knocked her to the ground. This angered her as she snarled, “oh you are gonna pay for that”. Barb got up and charged me like an angry rhino.

We both tumbled to the ground and before I knew what was going on, Barb was sitting on top of me. I used my arms to suddenly push at her and almost managed to knock her off balance but not quite. Barb got ahold of my arms and managed to pin them to ground. She was looking down at me and with that big, fat mouth she sneered, “so who is the buffalo now you dumbass?”. I told her it was still her. Barb used her arms to pin my shoulders down and belted me a couple of times.

I was hoping her friends or nobody else would show up but of course they did walk to the back of the building just as I was thinking that. Barb called out, “hey look, I teaching dickhead here a lesson”. They all stood around laughing while Barb sat on top of me. One of said, “torture him a bit”. Barb was all too happy to oblige and began bouncing on top of me while periodically giving me slap. I was beginning to feel very nauseous. Barb and all of her friends were laughing hysterically.

I told Barb I was about to puke and maybe my face looked green enough for her to believe me. Barb got up and gave me a quick kick to the side as she said, “don’t ever fuck with me again or it’ll be worse. I guarantee it!”. She and her friends laughed more and then walked off.

All she really did was sit on top of me and if I wasn’t drunk she probably couldn’t have done that.

June 5, 2018 / by Del Kane / in mixed wrestling story

Mixed Wrestling Story – First Semi-Competitive Match

I had not tried a semi-competetive match before but had developed an interest after viewing some videos online. I searched around for someone who looked friendly but still tenacious. I read that Karen was coming to my city and after a couple of emails, we set up a meeting. The day finally came and I called her to confirm our time and I greatly enjoyed Karen’s voice… very welcoming and playful. She said, “I can’t wait til you get here”. She is a tall, thick black lady with killer legs. She lifts but isn’t cut like bodybuilders. Standing 5’11” and at 185lbs, she is very fit.

I made it to her hotel and had some wild butterflies going on in my stomach. She opened the door and I found her even more exquisite than her photos. She was wearing a white gown with her legs peeking out. Karen gave me a hug as if we had known each other since childhood. I felt at ease with her in no time at all.

Karen had some mats all layed out and ready. We agreed that we would have a spirited match. Karen said, “if you think you can get a hold and keep it, go for it.” She removed her gown and revealed a red bikini, showing her thick legs and muscular but. At three inches taller than me and outweighing me by 20lbs, I was wondering just how likely it’d be that I managed to get much of hold, none the less keep it.

We squared off and she asked, “you ready?”. I nodded and we locked up. Her arms were very strong. I could feel myself going downward as she started to pull me forward and down. I tried to back up but instead, she puller me closer and then kicked my legs out from under me. In a flash, I was on the ground with Karen falling on top of me. She rolled me onto my stomach and sat on my lower back.

I shot my arms under my chest so she couldn’t bend them up behind by back, which she was staring to do. I managed to get to my hands and kneed with her riding my back. I tried to stand up but she wrapped her arms tightly around my torso and pulled me back to the ground, and in the process legs around my waist. I found myself in a powerful scissors. I used my arms to push against her leg. She laughed at my attempts. I began to sweat as I tried to wriggle and push out of the scissors. Karen really poured it on and squeezed quite hard. Her legs are amazing powerful. Perhaps though it was because my skin was getting slippery against hers or perhaps it was just timing, I grabbed and her ankle, pulled it upward and wriggled downwards and out of the scissor hold.

I got to my knees but she was quicker and was already on her feet. Karen tackled me backward and we landed with her flat on top of me with an “oomph”. Within an instant, she was sitting heavily on top of my stomach and I was struggling to keep control of my arms. Several times I bucked up and tried to roll her over sideways. But her balance was too good and each time, her weight came crashing down on my belly. It was like having a load of bricks dropped onto my stomach.

It was not long before she got control of my wrists and pinned them to the floor with her arms. She got a big grin on her face and I knew there was little I could do to get out of this predicament. Karen moved her knees to pin down my arms. She folded her arms across her chest as she sat upright on my stomach. It was pretty obvious that I was totally caught. Karen stated matter of factly, “that was pretty easy. I just might sit here and torment you all day long” and started to laugh. I laughed too.

That is pretty much how our session went. I struggled but each time she managed to catch me in a scissors, pin or head lock from which there was no escape. And I look forward to the next time she comes to town.

June 5, 2018 / by Del Kane / in mixed wrestling story

Wrestling with a Dominatrix

I usually enjoy semi-competitive matches the most but I decided to try something different. I came across the web site of Mistress Erin. She is a lifestyle dominatrix who also does session wrestling. Mistress Erin is a hard body twenty something with fire red hair, various tattoos who stands 5’11” (with heels) and weighs 140lbs. I discussed my interest in wrestling with her and she told me she is not into competitive but will absolutely put me through my paces. She added, “You won’t escape my clutches until I am ready to let you move”. I was immediately excited about our session.

I went to her place where she has a full fledged dungeon. Mistress Erin opened the door and there she stood looking quite powerful, wearing a lace up leather corset, studded belt, heavy boots and leather gloves. She flashed a wicked smile and led me in. One room contains a well appointed set of mats, complete with padding on the walls (obviously the wrestling room). We made some small talk during I which I was sure to remain “respectful”. Finally, Erin asked, “Are you ready?” I nodded and then she commanded, “take off that ridiculous shirt and tie as well as those stupid pants”. I readily complied.

Erin bent and then charged at me, shoving her shoulder into my gut and wrapping her arm around my back. She continued pushing with her legs, ramming right up against the padded wall. It was surprisingly forceful. I started to push forward and she stepped out of the way while pulling my arm and tripping me at the same time. I went right to the ground landing on my chest. In an instant, she was on me bending my left arm behind my back. She asked, “Why did you think you could push me? You know that is going to cost you”. With that she bent my arm a little further.

In a deft move, Erin rolled me over and got her legs around my neck for a scissors. My left arm was also trapped up in her legs. My other was free but I did not have much in the way of leverage. Erin began to laugh at my predicament. I struggled and bucked, working up quite a sweat in the process. I was starting to pull out and got my arm free but then she twisted her legs so that it pulled my head to the left and she used her arms to get her body behind me. This gave her much better leverage with the scissors. I used my arms to try to pry her legs apart but it was not going to work. I rested for a second to try to think of what I would do next.

But then Erin quickly released the scissors and sprang forward landing on my chest. Before I knew what was happening, she got my legs and pulled backwards on them and trapped them under her arms. I was truly bent over and felt much like a ball. My arms were pretty much useless in this position. Erin moved back so that she was sitting over my face and also managed to push my legs further towards the ground in the process. She asked, “Do you like to breath? I told you I’d make you pay for trying to push me”. With that she lowered her weight onto my face. I was truly immobilized and after a bit, I muphled, “I give”. Erin laughed and then got up.

I got to my feet and it felt good to upright for a moment. She began to circle me, taunting me to lunge at her. I finally did and she tripped straight down to the floor, landing on my side. She stood waiting for me to get back up. As soon as I got to my knees, she rushed me, bearing me down to my back. I managed to roll her over and land briefly on top. But she bucked upwards throwing me over. She sat on top of me and quickly had my wrists pinned. I struggled and tried to roll sideways but I was pretty much caught. Erin pinned my shoulders with her knees as she sat on me. She grabbed my hair and slapped me a little bit with a leather gloved hand, laughing the whole time. She did however seem to tire of this and slid upwards so that she was sitting astride my chest. Erin then reached back for legs and bent me into another pretzel and moved her as over my face. I tried to roll but she sat her weight onto my face. She was laughing with wild amusement.

She let go of my legs which flopped to the ground. Erin flipped me over so that she was sitting astride my upper back. She then wrapped her legs around my head and tightened them as she pulled my arms upwards and towards her. There was just no escape. I said, “I give”.

This is pretty much how it went. Her holds and pins were quite tight and pretty much inescapable. After about 40 minutes, I was totally done. Mistress Erin found this quite amusing. As I was getting dressed in my “stupid shirt and tie”, Mistress Erin said, “you be good and come back the next time you are ready for another lesson”. I absolutely will.

June 5, 2018 / by Del Kane / in mixed wrestling story

wrestling story : Hawaiian Encounter

When you were young, did you ever have an infatuation with an older and bigger girl? Did you wonder what it would be like if she were to take you down to the ground and sit on your chest with her strong thighs encasing you and firm but pressing on your chest? Those feelings came back as soon as I was in the presence of Kayana. Soon they became quite real.

She opened the door and there stood a gorgeous, dark haired Hawaiian beauty in a white bikini and red gown. Kayana is 6’ tall and weighs 170lbs. She is not ripped like many of the more veteran bodybuilders but she has an intensely feminine and strong build. Her skin is smooth and tan and her face is beautiful with a warm smile. She welcomed me in where she had several mats laid down for our session.

After some very enjoyable small talk (she has a great sense of humor), she asked if I was ready. I stripped down to my gym shorts and said, “as ready as I will be”. Kayana laughed and said, “I won’t torture you too bad”. I replied, “oh please do”. This brought gales of her infectious laughter. She removed her gown and came towards me.

Kayana quickly got one arm around my neck and gripped my left arm. She got her leg behind mine and took me right down to the floor. It was only moments before she had me in a very effective headlock. I am not a weak man and tried to pull her arms off but it wasn’t going to work. She maneuvered behind me, sat down and wrapped her legs around my middle. I tried twisting and turning but it was to no avail. I then attempted to unwrap one of her legs but she then squeezed them even tighter (I was surprised as I thought they were already at maximum). It was obvious that I was trapped. Kayana asked, “do you think you are going to make it out of this?” I realized I wouldn’t and told her, “ok… you got me”. Kayana released me and we both stood.

We faced off and I vowed I would not go down so easily again. We came at each other and wrapped up. Her power is really something else and she bore me backwards, putting me off balance. With a leg behind mine, once again she easily took me down. This time she went right to the leg scissors around my waist. As she faced me, she balanced on her hands with her legs wrapped tightly around me. I managed to get one arm between my torso and her thighs thinking I would be able to pry upwards. This did not work out as planned as I couldn’t get her legs to budge. In fact, it made my predicament worse as I was less mobile. Kayana laughed as I tried to maneuver out.

In one very quick movement, she released her legs and sprang forwards knocking me onto my back. Before I knew it, she had my wrists and she sat her firm but hard on top of my stomach. She easily got my wrists pinned to the floor. I bucked and tried to twist out but there was no way this was going to work. Kayana looked down at me and said, “it looks like you are pretty well grounded”. A few more futile attempts to unseat her and I agreed. She began to taunt me as she asked, “what would you do if I just decided to sit here all day long? I can do it”. I laughed and said, “I suppose you could”. Kayana blurted, “you suppose?” She then used her knees to pin my arms and slid upward so that she was sitting astride my chest.

I used my legs to try to trap her and throw her backwards but instead, she caught them and bent them forward. I was definitely stuck. My legs couldn’t go any further and Kayana let them flop uselessly to the ground. She then slid up a little further so that she was sitting right over my face. She lowered her self down momentarily asking, “now what if I sat here all day long?” This time I said, “I know that you could”. Her move was completely dominating and there was little I could do about it. She then moved back and sat down hard onto my chest again. Kayana laughed and said, “I can do just about anything I want”.

This is pretty much how our match went the entire time. The few times that I felt like I was gaining a measure of control, she would simply move in such a way that I did not expect and easily get out of whatever I was trying. Kayana is very strong and has an extremely effective sense of leverage. Time and time again I would find myself in something such as an unbreakable headlock, scissors or pinned down where she would taunt me.

It was truly an exciting encounter and now I know just what it is like to be overcome by the bigger, sexy girl that we all dreamed about.

June 5, 2018 / by Del Kane / in mixed wrestling story