Mistakes... (NC-17)

A match inspired by the great wrestler Mutiny


Mistakes


One

His first mistake was agreeing to fight her to begin
with.  His decision was understandable, though; after
all, he appeared to have all the advantages.  He was a
mature man in his late 30s, lean and muscular, in the
prime of his athletic life.  Mutiny, on the other
hand, was petite and curvy, a sexy blonde in her early
twenties who looked more like a centerfold than a
fighter.  The idea that she could overpower him was
ludicrous.  His misgivings about the contest had
nothing to do with fear of losing; instead, he simply
didn’t want to give the impression that he was taking
some sort of advantage of a defenseless girl.


Two

His second mistake was agreeing to a submission only
contest.  Given his size advantage, he might have had
a chance if he merely had to pin her shoulders to the
mat.  It never occurred to him that a young woman with
such a beautiful smile and such a sexy, feminine body
would be able to inflict such pain upon him.  In fact,
he didn’t realize that such pain was possible.


Three

Once the match began, he quickly committed his third
mistake, which was to stare at the pink tip of
Mutiny’s tongue as she licked her shiny lips in a
predatory manner.  As he stepped forward, catching a
whiff of her perfume, he saw too late the blur of her
petite foot in his peripheral vision.  Then he caught
her roundhouse kick just below his ribs and dropped to
his knees and bent forward.  Although the vision of
her mouth was still in his mind, his eyes now tried to
focus on her feet.  Her toenails were painted gold.


Four

His fourth mistake was lunging forward at her legs,
trying to tackle her when she thought he was still
dazed.  The young woman skipped backward easily,
causing him to sprawl forward and lose his balance.
He heard her laughing gaily as she grabbed his hair
and jerked his head violently upward between her
thighs.  Then he couldn’t hear anything as her silky
skin crushed his ears and threatened to crush his
skull.  Within seconds he began to panic, a situation
that worsened as his petite opponent began to bounce
up and down on her toes, jarring his trapped head
further. 


Five

His fifth mistake was clawing at her thighs in
desperation.  Mutiny responded by seizing his wrists
and twisting his arms behind him in a double
hammerlock.  Now he was completely helpless: he was on
his knees, his head trapped between her powerful legs,
his arms bent painfully into the middle of his back.
He thought his predicament could not get any worse,
but he didn’t anticipate her dropping her entire body
straight down and driving him face first into the mat.


Six

He didn’t make his sixth mistake until he recovered
his senses fifteen seconds later.  Mutiny had rolled
him to his back and was now standing over him.  “Do
you give up, sweetie?” she asked, her soft voice sexy
with her French accent.  “No way!  I’ll never give up
to a girl!” he growled.  “It’s so cute that you’re
trying so hard,” she replied with a giggle, “but I’m
really going to torture you for being such a sexist!”


Seven

His seventh mistake was trying to fight dirty several
minutes later.  Mutiny had just released him from a
camel clutch that nearly snapped his neck and which
had caused tears to run down his face.  All the while
she had been taunting him, asking him how it felt to
be beaten up by a girl.  “Don’t I look sexy?” she
asked, and he admitted that she did.  “Do you get
beaten up by sexy women often?” she asked, giggling at
his humiliation. 

When she finally released that hold he rolled to his
back.  Mutiny leaned over him to continue her verbal
taunting, and in desperation he reached up and grabbed
her breasts and squeezed.  At first the blonde fighter
was caught off guard and squealed in pain.  Quickly,
though, she forced herself to fight through the pain
and retaliate.  Her thin but strong hands found their
way to his crotch, and now it was she who squeezed and
he who screamed in agony. 


Eight

His eighth mistake was not immediately submitting to
her once she seized his crotch.  Stubbornly he refused
to give up.  “Your squirming is delicious,” she said,
once again running the pink tip of her tongue over her
glossy lips.  “I control you completely, don’t I?” she
asked.  He didn’t answer, unless his high-pitched
whine could be considered a response.  “Say it,” she
commanded.  “Say, ‘Mutiny controls my body completely’
or I’ll have to prove it!”  Still he refused.  The
sexy woman rolled the larger man into a small package
so his rear end was in the air, and then she began to
pump him with one hand while squeezing him with the
other.  He was completely at her mercy.  Finally she
forced him to the brink and he exploded.  “See?  I
told you I was in complete control of you!” 

She stood up and loomed over him while he lay on the
mat in shame and defeat.  Mutiny put one of her slim
feet on his face and forced it into the mat.  He was
barely conscious, and tears rolled down the side of
his face.  With one eye he was able to gaze up at her.
From his vantage point beneath her foot he could see
her sexy legs, the curve of her womanly hips, her full
round breasts, her long blonde hair, and her
beautiful, mischievous smile, all stretching up away
from him. 

Awed by both her beauty and her power, he avoided
making any more mistakes.  “Please have mercy,” he
begged.  “You win!” 

Mutiny dug her toes into his cheeks cruelly.  “I
know!” she giggled.