The meeting
We were both nervous as we exited the bridge on the Canadian
side and inched
our way toward the customs officer. Nancy and I had joked
for months about
just such a long weekend together and now it was actually
going to happen.
Nancy was a waitress at one of the downtown restaurants
in Buffalo that I
frequented and we had had half a dozen dates over the past
several months.
Dinner, a movie or a show and possibly a few drinks had been
the extent of
it. As I turned onto the riverside drive for the leisurely
slow drive to the
hotel where I had booked the honeymoon suit with a fantastic
view from a
lovely balcony high above the falls, I began to think seriously
about calling
the whole thing off. For a least the twentieth time.
On one hand, I felt like I had the world by the tail. Having
recently passed
the bar, I had just received a fat raise from a high profile
law firm in
Buffalo that included membership in an exclusive private
club and a promise
of early partnership. The bright red Acura NSX was the most
tangible evidence
of my early success in the business world. With everything
going my way, was
I making a mistake by becoming a little too familiar with
a waitress who was
at least seven years senior to my twenty-eight years?
On the other hand, Nancy was a very attractive woman. Her
hair was light
brown and tumbled to her shoulders. I would not call her
ravishingly
beautiful but a wide smile on a round face with high cheek
bones accented by
large bright blue eyes certainly made her pretty in my book.
And her figure
made her a knockout in must everybodys book. She was about
55" tall and
about 135 pounds. Large bust, narrow flat waist flowing
to wide hips, all
supported by a great pair of legs. She had the solid look
of an in shape
athlete. Her arms showed some muscular definition and
her legs were like
those of a professional dancer. I admit that her body was
what first
attracted me to Nancy, but I soon learned that she was a bright
and
intelligent conversationalist who could hold her own
in many subjects. I
found her to be a nice and very likable person. I knew that
she was
divorced and had a three year old daughter.
The tension of anticipation of the experience was building
in the silence
between us. Though unspoken, we both knew that the weekend
would undoubtedly
include sex. Why else had we been talking about the weekend
with such
carefully worded references to "our" bedroom?
"I feel like we should be really happy in the excitement
of this whole thing
and yet - here I am with a ball l in my stomach, nervous as hell
because Im
sure something is going to go wrong. What happens if one
of us wants to have
sex and the other one doesnt? Oh, God, what happens if one
of us wants a
hamburger and the other one doesnt?"
"Dont worry", I said not very convincingly,
"well be just fine. We like
each other and were both considerate adults."
"I just want us to have a good tine. Id really dread
the ride back if we
dont. I wish we had more of a plan so that neither of us will
be
disappointed."
"Ive got an idea", I blurted suddenly.
"Oh, tell me please. Anything to get rid of this ball."
"Well, I admit that Ive got a ball in my stomach too.
What would you think
of us trying to play a "boss - slave" game, where
one of us becomes king or
queen for the weekend and then rules over the other person?"
"Oh, gee, I dont know if thats better or worse. What
if we agree and then
one of us doesnt like it and wants out before the weekend
is over? And how
do we decide who the boss is?"
"Wed have to set some rules, of course, I said. I think
wed both have to
buy in to the idea that were committed for the whole long
weekend. We have
to accept some risk and at least this way, if we really dont
like it we can
blame it on the game."
"OK, how do we decide who is boss, or king or queen or
whatever we call the
"big guy".
"Well, we could flip a coin", I offered, or maybe
play some cards or ....".
"Seems like there should a way that doesnt depend
so much on luck", Nancy
offered.
Suddenly she sat up straight. "I do think its a great
Idea though. Want to
wrestle for the boss job, " she asked, as she looked
straight at me?
"Wrestle - really?" Actually this struck me
as a great idea and I said so.
"I think thats a great idea, but I must outweigh you
by at least 30 pounds
and Im probably a lot stronger so it wouldnt be fair".
"Dont be too sure, " Nancy came back almost
defiantly. "Im in pretty good
shape and Im very strong for my size. I get a good workout
at the
restaurant, especially at parties or banquets and I probably
go to the gym
more often than you do. I think it would be fun, " she
grinned, "and I think
I can take ya, babe - OK?"
"OK, youre on", I said with a smile.
We both became relaxed for the first time as we began to establish
the rules.
After some discussion, we decided that the wrestling match
would consist of
the best three out of five falls, either by pinning an opponent
for a solid
count of three or by forcing the opponent to submit. No choking,
pinching,
or hitting would be allowed. In comparing our size, we also
determined that
my 180 pounds actually outweighed Nancy by 45 pounds. I
was also 6 inches
taller. Nancy turned down my offer to allow her some advantage
to start like
a free fall or possibly beginning with her on top. We also
agreed that the
winner would then be king or possibly queen for the remainder
of the entire
weekend. The loser would be the absolute slave to the winner
and have no
vote in any of the activities such that the winners desires
would always be
responded to by the loser without complaint.
We finished agreement on the rules just as we pulled under
the front canopy
of the hotel. I signed us in and then parked the car while
the bellboy took
our bags and ushered Nancy up to the superior honeymoon
suit. When I got to
the room, Nancy was nearly finished with her unpacking.
The suite was all
they said it was. Hand in hand, we explored each room and
tested everything
like children with a box full of new toys. It was done in shades
of blue
and gold. A large bedroom with king sized bed, dressing
table and several
overstuffed chairs looked incredibly inviting. The bath
had a large open
shower with two shower heads. There was a sunken tub that
also server as a
Jacuzzi. A double sink with long dressing table area was
also found just off
the bathroom. There was a massive living room with oversized
sofa, multiple
matching stuffed chairs, a love seat, coffee table and
a round utility table
with four chairs. In an alcove off the living room was a completely
equipped
kitchenette. There were television sets equipped with
VCRs in all the
rooms. The bedroom and the living room opened onto a long
balcony that
overlooked the spectacular Niagara Falls.
We were both still in shorts and tee shirts and we decided
that we would stay
in the same clothes for the first match at least. Nancy was
all in white
and I was in white tee and blue shorts. We removed our sneakers.
Neither of
us had worn socks.
The moment had finally arrived. I was actually going to
wrestle Nancy. This
was going to be great.
"OK, lets do it", said Nancy as she bent in a
wrestlers stance and began to
move cautiously toward me.
We pushed each other a bit and then grabbed each other by
the arms, pulling
and pushing to force the other off balance. Suddenly Nancy
pulled me into a
headlock. At first I thought I would just pull free but her
hold was
surprisingly tight. Then she began turning in a tight circle
forcing me to
move around clumsily in a much wider circle. With a quick
move she stepped
in front of me stooping low so that I was forced over her back.
Instead of
flipping me over her back, she held me balanced there in
a tight headlock.
With my feet off the floor I now couldnt find any leverage
to even try to
free myself. Just as I began to realize that I was hopelessly
in her
control, she flipped me on the floor on my back. I tried to
roll to get free
from her but my left arm was suddenly twisted violently
behind my back and my
other arm was caught in a half nelson. I was buried face down
on the deep
pile carpet with Nancy sitting on top of me.
"Think I gotcha babe", she said softly with
a little chuckle. "Youll never
get out of this and I can make it much more uncomfortable
for you if you need
to be convinced". With that she applied more pressure
and pain shot through
both my neck and shoulder.
"I give, I give, " I blurted into the rug.
Nancy released me immediately, rolling off me and sat sweetly
leaning back on
her outstretched arms. I sat up rubbing my shoulder.
"Thats one for me", she said smiling.
I was still have in shock from what had just happened. I had
envisioned a
long and pleasant wrestling match that I would control
until I finally pinned
her or allowed her to pin me. Instead I had been beaten very
quickly and
soundly. We both knew that I had been helpless for most of
the minute or so
that it took for her to thrash me.
"You tricked me", I said shaking my head. "You
wrestle like a pro".
"But I did tell you that I was in good shape and that
I thought I could take
you. Do you want to back out? I wont be mad if you do. Ill
just pout a
lot", she said with a challenging little smile.
"Oh no, Im not giving up that easy. We made a deal and
Im not backing out.
You may be tough, but Im bigger and I think Im tougher than
you anyway.
You got me that time because I underestimated you, thats
all."
"OK, just remember that the bigger they are, the harder
they fall, big guy.
Are ya ready?" She said it with a confidence that disturbed
me.
We squared off again. This time I would be very careful not
to get caught
and when I get her I would show no mercy.
We started with a little tugging as before. Suddenly she
pulled me into
another hip roll and threw me to the floor. This time she
didnt follow up
but just stood over me as I got to my feet. Then she proceeded
to do it
again! And again! And again! I couldnt stop her. She was
so quick and so
strong that she easily brushed off my feeble attempts to
fight back. Then
she began applying holds. First, a painful arm bar followed
by an arm lock
and a half nelson, then a full nelson to a head lock. She kept
moving fast
from one hold to another as soon as she had applied some force
to demonstrate
that she was maintaining control. She moved me about at
will. She took my
wrists in each hand and with a display of great strength
wrenched my arms
about and forced me to my knees. I was bruised and battered
and stretched
and twisted and totally and completely helpless. Then,
facing me she pulled
me hard into a bear hug and lifted me off the floor. The air
shot out of my
lungs and I felt like I was being squeezed in two. I pushed
at her shoulders
and reached behind myself to try to pull her arms apart.
I realized that the
strange sound I heard was me, moaning and gasping for a bit
of air. Then I
heard Nancys low voice.
"I think Ive gotcha again babe", she said evenly.
"Stop, please stop, I give, I give", I somehow
managed.
Nancy relaxed the hold some but did not put me down. She carried
me to the
bed where she lowered me gently on my back. She climbed on
top, straddling
me and then took my limp arms and positioned me for a ceremonial
pin as she
sat on my chest.
"Thats two", she whispered as she leaned down
and kissed me hard on the
mouth.
I starred at her for a moment. "God youre strong."
"Nice of you to notice", she winked and releasing
my arms struck a double
bicep flex. "I had a couple of good moves too, dont
you think?"
Her arms looked rock hard. The biceps bulged impressively
accenting thick
sinewy forearms and powerful shoulders. I had never really
noticed before
how strong she really looked. I had thought of her as in shape
and athletic
to be sure, but now those muscles looked much bigger and
harder than I had
remembered.
"Youre incredible. And yes, youve got moves all
right. You almost killed
me. Get off me, please. I already gave up."
Nancy got off me immediately and sat on the edge of the bed
with a worried
look. "Did I ruin everything? Are you angry? Oh I knew
something like this
would happen. Im so sorry."
"Dont be sorry, " I said, "Its me thats
weak and doesnt know how to
wrestle."
Her face brightened, "Now wait a minute. If you make
out like you are no
competition, then what did I accomplish in winning, "
she teased?
"You beat a guy who thought he was going to have a lot
of fun wrestling an
athletic woman who would put up an entertaining fight but
would at all times
be more or less under my control. Boy was I wrong."
I began to raise myself to a sitting position with difficulty.
Each little
movement gave reminders of the last match. I winced.
"Oh gee, where does it hurt?" Nancy was quickly
solicitous as she began
rubbing my arm and back and neck. "Come on, "
she said, standing and pulling
at me gently to get up.
"Im not ready to go again just yet, " I protested.
"I didnt mean that. Youll feel so much better after
a shower and maybe
some ice on your neck." With that, she pulled me to
my feet carefully and
holding one hand reached down with the other and wrapped
an arm around my
thigh. She lifted me across her shoulders slowly and easily.
"Please dont throw me down again, Ive had about
all I can take for a
while, " I pleaded.
"I wont. I promise, " she said.
Into the bathroom she carried me and right into the large
open shower area.
She was now holding my wrist with the same arm that encircled
my leg giving
her a free hand to turn on and adjust the faucets. There we
were, still with
our cloths on, in the shower. She turned on both shower heads
so that the
whole area was covered by spray. She turned first one way
and then the
other, making sure that I was showered on in all directions.
This whole
thing was very sexy as our cloths quickly became soaked
and stuck solidly to
our skin. I was also becoming highly aroused. Without putting
me down, she
hiked and maneuvered me about until she was holding me in
her arms like a
baby. Her strength was incredible.
She smiled down at me through the rain of the shower, "I
see were getting
interested in some other activity, arent we?" And
then she began to shake
with giggles.
We ended up on the high pile rug in the dressing area of the
bathroom. In a
mass of giggles we helped each other squirm out of the wet
clothes as we
scrambled for the sex that we both craved. Entangled in
a frenzy though we
were, there was never any doubt who was in charge. Nancy
maneuvered me on
top and guided me into her as her legs encircled me and began
a gentle but
firm squeeze. Her strength was incredible. She hoisted
and shifted me about
with little help from me as we began the mutual motion of
sex. Nancy
controlled the rhythm with powerful gyrations that tossed
me about like a rag
doll. It was by far the most incredible sex that I had ever
had. In the end
we lay in each others arms kissing passionately. We then
went into the
shower hand in hand and washed each other.
Chapter 2
I had made arrangements for dinner that evening and we agreed
to postpone the
next wrestling match since there was really no time for
it anyway and beside
that, I wanted to delay it officially as long as I could.
I had to get
comfortable with the idea of being a slave for the next two
days.
We dressed for dinner in a big way. I had told Nancy to bring
her best
evening cloths without explaining exactly what I had planned.
She still
didnt know what we were going to do but she had spent a bundle
on an
absolutely gorgeous black silk dress with puffy things
that hid her powerful
shoulders and at the same time exposed her muscular upper
arms. She wore
black panty hose and shinny black pumps with very high pencil
thin heels.
The dress came to her knees in accomplishing a classy understatement
of her
body beautiful. Her hair tumbled so beautifully and naturally
to her
shoulders that it gave the impression of being the result
of hours of careful
construction by an expert beautician. She was a vision.
I was an understatement too in an eight hundred dollar charcoal
gray tuxedo.
At the appointed hour of seven the doorbell rang announcing
the delivery of a
large deep pink orchid for Nancy and a white carnation for
me. I had
arranged to be busy with my shoes at the time so that Nancy
had to answer the
door to find a chauffeur in gray livery with high boots,
no less, holding cap
under arm as he presented the flowers and proclaimed in
a high pitched voice
with a little tell-tail nervous tremor: "Madam,
your carriage awaits."
Nancy squealed with delight and left the poor guy standing
there as she ran
to me and gave me a hug and a little very careful kiss. Excited
though she
was, she wasnt going to muss her makeup so early in the evening.
As hotel
room doors have a habit of doing, it closed automatically.
In the chauffeurs
face.
"I think we better let him in before he leaves, "
I laughed.
The limousine was a stretch Cadillac in an unusual dark
gray color.
The champagne was on ice in the lemo as directed. I popped
the cork, poured
and we clinked glasses. There was plenty of room but we sat
close. It was a
beautiful leisurely drive of about 40 miles to the restaurant.
We drank and
hugged and snuggled. Nancy had still been concerned that
I might be upset by
her having beaten the crap out of me without even getting
a hair out of
place.
The truth is that I was enthralled. Nancy was more beautiful
than I had ever
imagined she could be and I was thrilled that she was so strong
and capable.
I told her so while feeling her inner thigh muscles and kissing
her luscious
mouth.
The dinner was exquisite to say the least. We dined in a quiet
room near a
fireplace and were treated to excellent service and fantastic
food
supplemented by grand and I might add, very expensive wine.
It was a storybook evening. We enjoyed vintage Armagnac
in the lemo on the
return trip. When we entered the lemo, Nancy chose to sit
on my lap as soon
as I had the drinks arranged. After a while, when I had moved
her off my lap
so that I could refill the drinks, we just naturally changed
places and I
rode the rest of the way, comfortably snuggled on Nancys
lap. I found this
to be a wonderful position. So much so that as we neared the
hotel, I
directed the driver to take us for a long romantic tour of
the Niagara Falls.
We had both removed our shoes and Nancy held me easily without
complaint for
the entire tour.
It was late when we got back to the hotel. When we got in the
empty
elevator, we embraced in a passionate kiss as soon as the
elevator door
closed. When we reached the penthouse, I lifted Nancy in
my arms and carried
her toward the door to the suite. Admittedly, I was somewhat
unsteady.
Halfway there, I had to put her down and as it on cue, she picked
me up and
carried me the rest of the way. At the door, I fumbled the
key out and
opened the door while I was still in her arms. She proceeded
to carry me
into the bedroom and placed me gently on the bed.
"There you are your Highness", she said with
an elaborate curtsy. Then with
an impish grin, "But things are agonna change after
the next wrestling
match."
Chapter 3
We continued with the brandy as we began to remove the fancy
clothes. Nancy
argued that we should have another match right away. She
said that whether
she won or not we should have more matches right away so that
the game of
master/slave could be played for most of the weekend. We
both knew that I
was stalling. Nancy offered to give me some extra help by
allowing me to
start with any hold I wished. I thought that was a pretty
good deal and I
knew that I certainly needed all the help I could get so I
agreed. We
prepared for this next match dressed only in our underwear.
I tried several holds. First, I thought a full nelson might
be good but then
thought better of it and switched to a leg scissors around
her waist. I then
discarded that idea in favor of straddling her and pinning
her arms above her
head. Nancy began to get testy when I said that I wasnt satisfied
with that
hold either.
"Common will ya?" she teased. "Pick something
before Christmas. OK?"
I moved up on her so that my knees were pressing on her shoulders
and held
her arms down by the wrists. Nancy asked if I was ready. I
planned to say
yes and then count, 1-2-3 very fast. I got to the 1 when Nancy
raised
herself in a wrestlers bridge. I slid forward just a little
and then Nancy
rocked just enough to make me just a little more off balance.
To my horror
and with a big strength move, she raised one arm up in spite
of my efforts to
keep it down. Suddenly she was on her side and before I could
react, her
legs came up swiftly and wrapped around my waist. I was suddenly
and so
completely on the defensive. I went for her ankles to try
to pull them apart
but her arms came from behind in a flash and I found myself
stuck in a full
nelson too. She began to apply pressure with both holds
and I knew, as Im
sure she did, that I was done. We had wrestled for less than
a minute and
she had let me get her down to start and I was now helpless.
"I think I gottcha again, babe, " Nancy whispered
in my ear. "The body
scissors and the full nelson are known as The Iron Maiden.
Its hopeless,
babe. Better give up. I can make it really hurt."
I didnt give up and true to her word, she made it hurt. Her
power was
unimaginable. She was squeezing me in two and I couldnt
breath. In
addition to that, it felt like she was breaking my neck.
"I give. Please, I give." I managed to mumble
into my chest.
Nancy relaxed the hold immediately but did not release
me. "Say, I give up
and submit to the wishes of my lovely goddess, Queen Nancy.
Say it!" she
said, applying some pressure with both holds to punctuate
the statement. I
said it.
"Say that Queen Nancy is much stronger and a far better
wrestler than her
lowly slave, Tom." I began to think that I had created
a monster but there
was no other choice but to do as she demanded.
She released me and while rubbing my neck she directed that
I should now
carry her into the shower as she had done for me earlier.
We stood and I
lifted her across my shoulders just as she had lifted me.
I carried her into
the shower and turned them both on with a free hand, trying
to copy her moves
exactly. I turned round and round so that we both became
soaked and then
attempted to hike her about and into my arms just as she had
done. When I
got her in my arms I knew I couldnt hold her for long. In a
matter of
seconds I had to put her down or I would have dropped her.
"Sorry", I said. "Im just not as strong
as you."
She stood in the shower mist facing me and gave me a wry look
of
disappointment. Then she said, "Queen Nancy directs
that her lowly serf, Tom
shall jump on her body." I just stared at her, not fully
comprehending her
meaning. "Well, move, serf. Get with it, OK. Im not
only stuck with a
weak serf, hes not to bright either." With that,
she broke up laughing and
then put her hands at my sides and lifted me so that I could
wrap my legs
around her waist which I very naturally did.
Nancy was now laughing gleefully as she marched about in
the shower spray.
"How am I doing as Queen so far?" she asked.
Without waiting for an answer she headed out of the shower
and we ended up on
the high pile rug in the dressing area once again. We kissed
and kissed and
kissed some more. I told her for the twentieth time how much
I enjoyed her
strength and the demonstrations of power that went with
it. The sex, I mean
the actual intercourse, the exquisitely lovely sex act
that is performed in
some fashion by so many and yet experienced to the ultimate
by so few, was to
be ours again in such magical magnificent fashion. It was
the greatness of
Nancys performance that brought it about once again.
She is so strong that
I felt nearly weightless in her arms as she moved us about.
And the muscles
inside this woman were equally astonishing. Her inner
muscles alternately
tugged and caressed and squeezed and milked me to a level
of ecstasy beyond
comprehension.
Then we lay in each others arms for a long time. Finally ,
without speaking
we rose and went back into the shower and washed each other.
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