It was a half-day in colledge and somehow I persuaded a one athletic girl to come over to my house for some wrestling. Ella loved wearing long sleeved leotards in PE classes and looked athletic, cheeky and funny girl. Her close-fitting one-piece outfit was associated with active strength and flexibility, popularized by gymnasts and ballerinas. She exude power and confidence. The fitted bodysuit was cut high on hips, beautifully accentuated her girlish curves while also giving her an athletic, powerful image. The revealing cut of a leotard highlighted a girl’s curves and physique, imbuing the wearer with a sense of sensuality and sexuality. Her slim figure captured eyeballs and communicate charm and authority, commanding respect for girl's abilities and reveals her as unfazed, determined individual who wish to grab attention through confidence rather than coyness, her leotard conveyed a sense of fitness, agility, and grace. One thing for sure, take one look at her photomodel physique and you are hooked! Definitely she was the hottest girl in the gym.

18 y.o both, we argued who is stronger, guys or girls and I challenged her to meet each other on the mat and check it. She refused first time, but finally agreed and noticed me I must obey her during all action. I had a slight grin on my face because I knew that the next was going to be a perfect time to get this athletic girl to dominate me. Ella practiced judo and traveled from state to state. Her body was slim and she was built like a sexy-ass gymnast. Ella had "thunder-thighs". A pair of thighs that she always flexed for me. I wondered what it would be like to be dominated by her. I respected her legs so much because I knew that she would punish me with them. Ella was 5'7 148 lbs with atleast 13 1/2 inch biceps. She had awesome guns that I would also admire on occasion when the teacher wasn't watching. The sexiest girl of my colledge agreed to fight me, and I'll may touch her beautiful body. This mouth-watering match up had me all hot and bothered and excited before we even stepped in the cage!

We both went to my house's backyard, I had a real MMA cage there. Ella ordered me to undress myself completely. She wanted to suppress me psychologically then beat me with her wrestling ability so I knew she wasn't going to an easy opponent. Ella put her jacket and jeans off, revealing a white gym leotard underneath. Her feet were protected by white hightop sneakers as well. She put on a black MMA gloves and smiled, looking at my naked body with clear superiority. I had a slight foot fetish at the time but I was too shy to ask her to take her boots off. I got to wrestle Ella and decided to be obedient. I had to strip all my clothing down and she smiled and joked about me being embarassed in this situation. "Aww, naked boy, you don't want to lose to a girl in sexy leotard, how cute." Her hand touched my manhood in a teasing fashion. "Your balls in my hand are quite defenseless. In my dominance over the man, I can be so mean", she whispered teasingly. I told her that I was kinda nervous but I knew that my nervousness couldn't compete the amount of fun we were gonna have. Out of defense to myself I was also a great athlete. I had a brown-belt(soon to be a black-belt) in Tae Kwon Do and was sporting a six-pack that these colledge girls didn't mind to ask to see ever so often (every fuckin' day). I was also buff but I knew that in seconds I was going to be tested by this strong girl in leotard.

It was a scorching day, the kind that makes your skin tingle with heat and your body yearn for release. Being naked, I felt embarassed and derogated. Ella, however, looked the part of a seasoned warrior in her tight leotard; cut high on hips, it revealed her long slender legs and accidented her fit girlish body perfectly.

It wasn't the bare-body dress-code that she defined for me, but it was nevertheless beautiful.

Ella adjusted her hair. She obviously was in a particularly playful and excited mood. "Do you like my girlish fighting suit? Sexy and provocative, it designed to distract men, tease them and make them aroused, stupid and weak. My body is protected, I have a full freedom of movements, I feel secure, confident and victoriously wearing it". She wasn't shy about her body, which I found to be a rare trait for a nice, respectable girl. "It's more than just a piece of clothing—it embody self-expression, comfort, and strength, a powerful symbol of body confidence", she continued. "Putting on my fighting leotard gives me an instant energy boost, as the garment itself serves as a reminder of the strength and purpose they carry within. When girl wearing a leotard in front of naked man, it sends him a message of her superiority and confidence. I have a psychological advantage over you, and I'm sure you feel it." 

"It's not fair, I'm naked but you wearing a leotard, boots and gloves" I said with a smile. Ella retuned with a spiteful smirk in return. Perhaps I should be more careful what I say, I might pay for it later.

"Girl's body must be protected from male eyes anyway, but you have no reasons to hide yourself. I like to see you naked and vulnerable, I feel empowered wearing my fighting suit. I'm fighting using a leotard and boots against a weaker naked guy, it makes me aroused and I like it. Now we're ready to get started." Ella said.

When it comes to an incredibly sexy, playful and sadistic personality, I can't think of many other girls that can match Ella. She's a girl who obviously like to be in charge, and I promised to be obedient her rules. I stood naked in front of my sexy opponent, stared in her slim body in gymnastic leotard. We bowed and prepared to fight. Her stance was very different to mine, her back leg was some distance behind her front, and she had one open hand half-stretched out in from of her at head height whilst the other was low with the elbow at her hip. I had one leg a foot-length in front of the other with both my fists protecting my face. With only one hand defending her head, I was sure to tag her with a left-right combination, but I was very conscious to control any aggression, I wanted to impress her with my skills without knocking her unconscious.

I lunged at Ella with fists flying. She dodged effortlessly to the side and brought her knuckle to my cheek. I understood the message and conceded the point, although I put it down to her taking the fight just a bit more seriously than me. I upped my speed to match hers and launched a flurry of attacks, but she once again dodged and countered. I tried a third time, I was anticipating that she would evade to the side and planned to intercept her. My arm was at full stretch pointing towards her face, but falling short. I saw no movement on her part but felt the wind squeezed out of my belly. I looked down and saw her foot planted in my gut. Stumbling backwards, I tried to regain my breath and pretend that it didn't hurt.

"Was that too hard?" she said.

"I'm okay," I said between shallow breaths. "You just winded me."

"You made no attempt to block my kick."

"I didn't see it coming."

She took a moment to analyze what I said. "You're fighting as if I'm a boxer and only looking for punches, but I might kick you, sweep you, or do all sorts of other things. Rather than keeping your line of sight at eye level, drop it to chest level and try to keep all my arms and legs in your peripheral vision."

What a thing to say. For years buxom women have been chastising me for not looking them in the eyes, and this one instructs me to do the opposite. "Okay, I'll try that," I said.

So I watched her chest. Her glorious chest. It was covered by tight leotard and my mind's eye could see them bare. I was still in this meditation when the soles of my feet lost contact with the ground and, after spending a brief time floating, my arse made hard contact with the padded floor. What was that second thing she asked me to focus on? Watch all her arms and legs; I guess I failed at that.

"I think you have me beat," I said. "I can't even get close to touching you."

"Does that mean you acknowledge jiu jitsu as the ultimate martial art, now and forever more?" Ella said.

"I acknowledge you as a better fighter than me, but I'm not expert enough to make any other judgments. I can see how you can dodge and counter someone you saw coming, you're fast enough to do that, but what if someone grabs you by surprise?"

She held out her hand to pull me onto my feet. "Let me show you. Give me a bear hug." She turned her back to me with her arms relaxed by her sides.

"I'm not going to go easy on you," I said. "Once I get hold of you I'm not going to let go."

"Good. I expect you to try and do that."

I wrapped my arms tightly around her, pinning her arms to her body. My forearms pushed into her breasts and my crotch pressed against her butt. She struggled a little, but I was stronger than her, and there was no way she was going to break my grip. If I was truly an assailant, she would now be in all sorts of trouble. My face was pressed in her hair I could smell her perfume. I spoke softly in her ear, "Is this too tight for you?"

"No," she said. "I was just waiting for you to get a good grip."

She leaned forward and shot her hips backwards, pounding my crotch with her rear. With my body stunned, my fingers lost their grip. She danced and managed to get her body to my side and her left leg behind my right. With a flick of her hips she sent me into the air and once again crashing to the ground. How could she possibly do that? There was no way a small thing like her could have the strength to lift me. I moved to get up, but instead found myself violently pummeled in the crotch and then ruined down in fetal position. Leotard clad girl was playing a flirtatious game with me, but it was a game according to her rules.  She was in charge, allowed to punish me and do all that she wants. Her rules meant that training trumped sexual pleasure, and swift kick to my groin was a proof of her power over me. Ella obviously had a nice karate skills. Her long slim legs was a deadly weapon and she used it against my pathetic balls with pleasure. The next one was a stomping kick to my head that sent me face down to the mat. Sadly I was too weak to be able to handle this long legged girl. 

Ella turned around to face me and said, "Well I'm having too much fun to stop now, and you definitely need more training. Let's carry on."

"That was impressive, but I have no idea what just happened," I said. "You cruel kick in the groin turned me into pathetic loser, I was defenceless and completely at your mercy"

Ella was a skillful fighter, but she also enjoyed suppress men psychologically so she used every moment to humiliate me verbally. "Oh, it's so easy to defeat a man when he is naked and his balls are hanging, just asking for good kick by a girl's leg. I like to kick stupid men in the ballsm I feel so powerful towering over you and looking down at pain on your face! Well, now it's time to learn more. Let's kneel down", she said pointing down.

We both started on our knees and I could feel the strength in her arms when we were pushing each other and I squeezed her bicep on purpose to feel the hardness and she flexed her arm then smiled at the same time while looking down at me as I crumbled to my back. Dressed in leotard, she was now on top of my naked body with my arms now pinned. Ella wrapped her fit girlish body tightly around mine, as a snake wrapping around her pray. She had both of her thighs pressed extremely hard on the sides of my waist. Ella's superior cardio fitness begun to tell and she sensed that I was weakening. She just looked at me with a cute smile on her face and she drooled a little bit on my face with her saliva. I guess that she must have been excited with her tight lycra leotard and my nudity and loved dominating me in this way. I got hard and she noticed this. Ella aggressively grinded her leotard-clad pussy on my naked cock, obviously trying to humiliate me. "Do you feel a shiny lycra of my fighting suit on your erection? I'll tease and toture you until you submit to my order. I want you to cum now", she whispered, "I'm on top, you're defeated and at my mercy, obey me!". But I didn't want her to make me bust this way because I still felt I had a chance to hold my own. I buckled my back up and pushed her off of me. I caught her off-guard and she wasn't smiling now.

I was now on top with her arms pinned and I let her snake her legs around my waist. Ella's long legs was made to dish out extreme pain along with the fact she knew how to use them made her a very dangerous girl. Her leg-scissor felt so tight and had alot of trouble getting out of her squeezing me. Ella obviously loved hurting me and loved applying her textbook submission holds. She just kept on squeezing me for 2-3 minutes. She kept commenting on how I should be able to get out this simple hold. " You aren't trying Leroy are you, aren't you some kind of black belt?" I got pissed and grinded my elbow on her inner thigh. This got her kinda pissed so we were now both on our knees. I just wanted to make love with Ella and forget about this wrestling. I had a hard-on and it was noticed again. But my sexy opponent's girlish body was still covered by tight sports leotard, she was athletic, confident and looked teasingly inaccessible. Her biceps were especially pumped from the straining and all I wanted to do was lick the sweat off her body starting from her neck down to her toes. I was ready to fuck the shit out of this bitch. She was now licking her lips and got me in a head-lock. I was on my side and she snaked around me and in one swift move got me in a head-scissor. She jumped on her back and slid my head in between her rock-hard thighs I was facing her feet. I noticed her giggle and I knew that this would be the end of me having any chance at bragging rights. I tried every trick in the book but the harder I struggled the more she squeezed. Ella whispered "You are becoming weaker and weaker as I become STRONGER and STRONGER!". This long legged girl had me in complete control and squeezed me just hard enough to keep me in place. All I could see was her booted feet in front of me and I noticed that she didn't even need to cross her ankles. I tried to pry her thighs apart but to no avail I was still stuck. As soon as my neck was trapped between long legs of teenage gymnast, I realized I'm in Ella's world now and she's the Queen around here, and that I'm completely helpless to stop whatever she chooses to bestow upon me. I struggled and squirmed but that only makes her giggle mockingly and squeeze my neck harder. I'm about to be in high school in a few months and I'm completely naked, getting beat by a girl in leotard. I was so humiliated but at the same time I accepted that Ella had me. This made me want her so much more than before. I must have struggled for 5 minutes in that leg-scissor. I was getting tired and couldn't breath. Every 30-45 seconds was another solid of burst girlish power. I got my first experience with Ella's headscissors and was panicked by the overwhelming power generated the 18-year-old gymnast's legs. It gave the cruel girl a rest while her long slim legs destroyed my neck. She layed relaxed, clearly enjoying her power over me. The more me struggled the worse off me was. With her incredibly long and powerful legs, Ella made me scream and panic in her sadistic headscissors. Her nipples were erect beneath her leotard, this cheeky girl was getting horny by situation when we were outdoors, she felt sexy and confident in her fighting suit and I was naked at her mercy. She had a full freedom of movements, at other side I was in panic, being scared to be seen naked  with erection by anybody. We just laid there for 2 minutes and she asked me "Do you like this situation, weak naked baby? How do you feel being naked with erection, beaten by a girl in gymnastic outfit?"

"I feel a shame and arousal at same time. You're so beautiful in your feminine fighting suit, your slim legs made me subdued. Let me go, Miss, please!"

Ella knew how much power she has over me and she is not afraid to use it to her advantage. She pushed me out of that position and the next thing I knew, she straddled me and my neck was locked between her thighs. 

Ella was very amused by my weakness and lack of skill and she teased me throughout the fight. "Oh, looks like I see somebody in neibghoors' house window! I'm sure your neibghoors have fun, looking at myself in tight leotard defeating you as my naked victim. It is exhilarating to see a sexy gymnast girl dominating over muscle guy, with his neck in between her thighs and his breathing in her complete control, right? It's a huge turn on to feel so peakly dominant, to see you so trapped! Remember, you're only breathing because I'm allowing it." With that Ella grinded her firm ass powerfully into my defeated face. Ella's lithe, lean body in tight white leotard was rippled anger in motion as her slim girlish thighs swallow me alive, face into her crotch. Her leotard clad pussy was tantalizingly close to my face; I would have taken a shot of nuzzling that as well if it was within reach. She must have been reading my mind, because that was the moment she squeezed her thighs together and I lost the ability to breathe. Merciless girl poured on my neck the pressure with her gymnast's calves and put me out of it with their massive power. I frantically tapped the ground and she released me.

She sternly asked me, "Are you here to learn something or are you here to mess around?"

I didn't know the correct answer. First one, then the other? "I'll behave," I replied, although my eyes may have said something completely different.

"You're even unable to kiss a leotard that covering my crotch, you're too pathetic loser!", she giggled.

Now I released pretty well I had no single fucking chance of beating Ella in this physical match-up. "Get off of me, please!" I replied. She kept on squeezing and told me" Your will never get out, until submit! You must be obedient or you forgot? Beg me for mercy!". I was naked, humiliated and completely suppressed psychologically and physically. The girl in white gym leotard has defeated me and I was forced to submit.

Ella loved showing that she's always in charge and she needed to make sure me admit her girlish dominance, so I ended my resistance. Seeing me fully submitted, Ella straddled my face with triumphant smile and grinded her pelvis aggressively back and forth. I felt her erect clit tightly presses against my mouth through a thin lycra of her leotard. Her sweet girlish hand mercilessly teased and stroked my cock but didn't let me cum. Ella mocked on me: "It must humiliating! Being such a loser. You're laying in your backyard helpless, at mercy of young girl. I'm straddling and fucking your stupid face amd your pathetic dick is under my control! And you're just laying here kissing my crotch. I have no reason to be in trouble because I'm dressed like a gymnast and looking modest when you're naked, and your neibghoors may see this erotic scene from their windows. You made a great mistake when agreed to fight naked here. I defeated you mentally and physically with easy, girls always win!". Her trash talking made me aroused like never, but my orgasm depended just on my cheeky victor's wish, and she didn't want me cum. Our game was over with girlish orgasmic scream, at same time her sadistic hand squeezed my balls with incredible force and I was knocked out.

I woked up from new pain in my groin and looked up. Dressed in leotard, long legged girl stood powerfully like she was wearing a suit of armour, her foot was placed on my crotch.

"I like our game, you're so easy target! Now I want to practice my karate skills on you. My legs can't wait for aiming to your balls, it's a lovely passtime of each girl who like martial arts. Are you ready to do battle?" she said.

"I'm not sure how much more of a beating I can take..."

Ella playfully rubbed her foot on my manhood, but I was even unable enjoy it. "Oh, what's this? The stupid naked man is destroyed by the girl, and cannot have an erection?", she giggled. "In the end your wimpy naked body is laying on the floor where all men belong, with the girl stepping on your manhood when you defeated. Amd now, tell me who is a superior sex?"

"Please forgive me Miss, I admit girls are stronger than men, I submit!"

"Did you understand why did you lose a fight to me?"

"Because you're a girl"

She laughed victoriously. "Right. Nice to be a girl, wear a tight fighting suit and see a defeted naked man on the floor with my foot on his manhood. You even have no chance to feel this. I win!"