Donald was so nervous it felt nauseating. He stood at the precipice of his destination, looking up at the neon-lit sign and cross-checking the name with a small piece of paper. "Night Queen," it read.

In front of him were booths made from large panes of glass, occupied by long steel poles and young women that danced around them.

He slowly walked from left to right, staring at the beautiful women who presented their bodies to him. There was a voluptuous brunette dancing seductively on a neon pole, giving him a smile that would melt a thousand hearts. Next to her, a sexy blonde slithered on her knees and licked the glass. Then, her fingers made a heart on the spit that lined the window. The third window was where he finally stopped.

The thin strip of LEDs wrapped her body in green fluorescence, giving her an other-worldly neon glow. She was different from the others, tall and athletic dressed in black longsleeve leotard that was cut high on hips, emphasizing her long slender legs. She wrapped the LEDs around her abdomen, highlighting her toned six-pack.

Then, she slowly moved the strip down her body, briefly stopping at her spectacular thighs and then going back up. Donald drooled when they stopped around her humble breasts. She danced in all the right ways, making all the right moves, driving him wild. With her legs wrapped around the pole, she let her arms go and held her body straight as an arrow, balancing it in the shape of a cross.

Many males keep hidden their inner feelings of a need to be dominated whilst females sub-conscientiously wish to control and dominate. Kathy was not an exclusion. Her job made her hate men, so she didn't like to have a sex. Dating a customer, she preferred to stay dressed and avoid intercourses as long as possible, so she used each chance to turn a sex into something other. The best case was to choose a submissive customer that will allow a girl to be in charge and do all that she wants. Kathy was sure: anytime a male meets her, he should be totally naked and the male should be obedient to her even if she is kicking his naked balls. All the pleasure should be hers and not the males. Fortunately such men visited Nigh Queen often enough.

Donald stared as her legs flexed to support her weight and her back stretched to hold her straight. Her glossy hair dangled below her, and she turned her head around to give him a lustful stare with those soft, green eyes and smiled. She knew she had him.

Donald was almost lost for words, she was breathtakingly beautiful and the very idea that he’d be rolling around with her in such a sexy outfit had his cock springing to life.

Making up his mind, Donald walked in through the door.

"Welcome to Wonderland..." said the receptionist with a smile. "Where we make all your fantasies come true..."

She leaned over the desk and gave him a sultry grin.

"What do you wish for?"

In the moment of truth, Donald froze. He could feel his body violently trembling, and all he could do was stare. Stare at the beautiful young woman in front of him.

"I think I know what he wants," A soft voice echoed from one of the booths. It was the woman from the window.

"The code of conduct clearly dictates a customer has a right to choose Kathy..."

"Well...EXCUSE me for trying to speed things up," she replied.

"She's right," Donald finally managed to stammer out.

Kathy gave him a little wink, and he gulped. The receptionist sighed but accepted defeat.

After the formalities, Kathy led Donald to a night rooftop with a round-shaped MMA cage in the center and ordered him to strip. He did. Being naked, Donald felt like a lamb being led to the slaughter, tagging along behind Kathy as she walked him to the cage. He stared at her incredibly defined delts and traps, then his eyes wandered to her sculpted rhomboids. Black gym leotard kept girl's body hidden, but showed her long deadly legs off. He took in the sight of her shaped lats before finally settling on her firm glutes.

She made him stand face-to-face on the mat, pressing her body against his. She had a devious smile when Donald's cheeks flushed red.

"Aren't you the shy one?"

Her hands softly stroked his stiff erection. The gentle persuasion had the desired effect. Donald could feel his breath get shorter and sharper.

Kathy placed an ear on his chest and heard his heart race faster. She could feel his bulge go harder in her hand. With a gentle bite of her lip, she stepped away and flexed her biceps.

"Go on, touch them!"

She made him stand face-to-face on the mat, pressing her body against his. She had a devious smile when Donald's cheeks flushed red. Slim damsel in black leotard was driving him crazy and she seemed to get a kick out of her of dominance over him.

"Aren't you the shy one?"

Her hands softly stroked his stiff erection. The gentle persuasion had the desired effect. Donald could feel his breath get shorter and sharper.

Kathy placed an ear on his chest and heard his heart race faster. She could feel his bulge go harder in her hand. With a gentle bite of her lip, she stepped away and flexed her biceps.

"Go on, touch them!"

Donald took his time gathering courage, drooling at the sight of her muscles. His fingers trembled, gently gliding over the peaks and valleys of her arm. His lips gently pecked Kathy's biceps.

He nearly shrieked when Kathy split the head between two fingers, gently teasing the top and making him moan.

Kathy grabbed his hair and pulled his head closer. The sensual, wet kiss felt like a fever dream.

"Do you want me?" She whispered in his ear.

Donald's eyes were wide open, eagerly staring at the woman before him. He nodded and let out a meek "yes." He heard Kathy giggle.

Long legged gymnast felt confident, tight lycra outfit hugged her girlish body, at other side the naked man looked embarassed and confused, he was exposed and vulnerable, so the girl have started to establish her dominance over him. She said “ you know what would be amazing? If I was sitting on your face, you helpless to resist me as you lick my crotch until I got multiple orgasms and you were laying in a pile of drool on the floor!”

"I never dreamed a girl could have such power over a man..."

"Now, think really hard before you answer the next one. You can do that, can't you?"

Kathy leaned closer to his ear.

"How bad do you want me?"

"S-so s-so b-bad!" He stammered.

He lied. He didn't think heck Donald barely registered the question. He just nodded, entranced. Kathy smiled as his erection sprang to full attention in her hand. She leaned closer again.

"Maybe I'll give myself to you," Her lips danced around his, achingly close but so far.

"But I'll make you work for it!"

Donald let out a high-pitched wail of despair. Kathy's teeth dug into his lower lip, drawing blood. His lip stretched as he tried to pull away, and his arms flailed on her body, but she wouldn't let go.

Annoyed by his screaming and wailing, Kathy squished his balls with a hard knee strike, sending him down to the floor, cradled like a baby.

"Mmmmm...you taste good".

Kathy circled her prey, licking his blood off her finger. Donald tried to crawl away as she walked closer, but Kathy grabbed his leg and reeled him back in.

"P-please N-no..." He pleaded. Kathy smiled and sat down next to him.

"Oh! come on... “I bet you want me to sit on your face don’t you?”

“very funny but no” he shot back. 

“Well…. If you don’t I could just lock you in a headscissors till you admit my supremacy. How would that look? Your face mashed in my crotch and wrapped in these sexy long legs? Now, feel my power over you!” she exclaimed with a dominance in her voice.

Kathy grabbed his arm and locked her thighs around it, stretching it straight and threatening to pull it out of his socket with a dangerous arm bar.

"It isn't fun until someone bleeds, is it?"

Donald screamed as she poured more pressure, making it really hurt.

"Or breaks...Either way..."

She smiled as he screamed again.

"You'll live!"

The base of her heel collided with his chest, making Donald cough in pain. He flipped around as fast as he could, getting to his knees and trying to make a break for it. Kathy halted his progress with a kick to his chest.

"I'm confused..."

Donald crawled away in fear as she drew close.

"Do you or do you not want to fuck me?"

"P-please j-just l-let m-me g-go!" Donald stammered in terror.

"I can't do that! The code of conduct clearly states that we are to provide an experience to the customer..."

Kathy grabbed his hair and brought him to his knees.

"An experience that you won't forget!"

Her knee collided with his nose, squishing his skin back into the bone. He screamed as he clutched his nose, collecting the blood on his palm. Tears rolled down his eyes.

"W-Why?"

His question was met with a firm slap on his cheek.

It numbed his brain and an eerie buzz ping-ponged in his ears. Kathy's palm became a permanent fixture on his skin. Shocked, Donald looked up at her.

"Because you paid for it, and I'm going to earn every cent..."

Kathy bent down and ran a finger across his cheek, seductively biting her lip and staring him in the eye. She relished the look of fear.

"So you better start racking your cute little brain and think of something to do..."

She gave him a kiss on the forehead.

"Otherwise, I will get bored! You won't like me when I am bored,"

Her words sent a chill down Donald's spine. To his shock, she pulled away, walking back to the center of the mat.

"NOW GET THE FUCK UP AND FIGHT ME LIKE A MAN!"

Donald immediately sprang up to his feet like it was a natural reaction. Like his mind and body were now under her control. He looked towards the exit, only to be shut down.

"Don't EVEN think about running. I'll break your goddamn legs if I have to! Now come here!"

Donald felt cold. It was like his life was flashing before his eyes. He saw glimpses of his past, events that had led to him becoming what he is today. A weeping, stammering mess.

He was the man that wouldn't leave his home. The one that sat in a corner alone because he was too scared to talk to anyone. He thought about getting bullied due to his stammering. He thought about crying.

Kathy gave him a deathly stare and put her fists up, taking a loose stance as she bobbed up and down on her feet. Donald didn't know what to do. He wasn't a fighter. He just came here for some pussy. Why did it have to be so hard?

He saw Kathy move and froze. The tall damsel in black leotard made a beeline toward him. Her feet moved like lighting, swiftly closing the gap. He gulped.

Donald knew he couldn't afford to think right now. He stepped forward and threw his arm out, hoping to strike something. To his surprise, a loud slap echoed through the room, and he slowly pried his eyes open.

He saw Kathy standing there, nursing her cheek and mouth open wide. There was genuine shock in her green eyes.

"Why, you little..."

Now was Donald's chance. He ran for it. He made it huffing and puffing to the exit and pulled at the door handle. Then his heart sank. It was locked.

"You are dead now, you little maggot!"

Uh-oh.

Kathy ran towards him like a raging bull, and Donald found himself cornered at the door. He saw steam coming out of her nose as she ran. This psychotic bitch was going to kill him.

There was nowhere to run, and he had no other choice. He would have to fight somehow. Donald considered his options. He had zero experience with any form of defensive arts. His eyes scanned the room for something to use, but there wasn't anything close to him.

Kathy was almost upon him. He racked his brain and decided to stay put. Donald waited till the last possible moment before jumping out of the way. As he rolled, he heard Kathy thud into the door and smiled.

Without wasting any time, he jumped on top of Kathy, raining ungraceful strikes that looked like they could barely hurt a fly. It only seemed to piss her off.

Donald felt a shockwave through his skull when Kathy's fist landed on his cheek. His mouth puffed out air and blood. Donald collapsed to the floor, twitching and convulsing.

Kathy got up slowly, clearing her head. She grimaced as she felt her jaw. Slowly, that cocky smile was smeared on her face again. She took her time circling around his trembling body.

His blank eyes stared somewhere at the wall. Blood ran down his nose and mouth, pooling into a puddle on the floor.

"You have some spunk. I'll give you that!"

Her voice seemed to be coming from far away.

"But you fucked up! You want to know how?"

Kathy dragged Donald to his feet and then sent him running into a wall. The impact shook a tooth loose and collided with the floor like a wet sack.

"I don't get your kind,"

Kathy placed a foot on Donald's throat, making him gag. Spit flowed down the side of his lips.

"An inch away from death, and you will still hold back?"

She stomped him hard in the chest, making Donald sit up for a moment before collapsing. He coughed out some blood.

"Why? Why do you hold back? Is it because I am a woman?"

Kathy spread his legs and stomped him in the groin. Donald rolled around in agony.

"Well, guess what?"

She jumped on his chest and wrapped her hands around his throat.

"This woman is about to take your life! So you better think fast!"

Donald felt the blood rush to his head. His eyes bulged and watered. He could feel his lungs start to shut down and the air trickling down to a crawl.

Donald couldn't believe his luck. Of all the ways to die, he would go out like this. In a no-name town and at the hands of a whore. Since he paid for it, it technically made it suicide.

Then he thought about it. Was it suicide? He didn't think it through before, but he had been unusually isolated than before, even by his introverted standards.

His life was shit. His job was hell. His ex-wife was bleeding him dry, and he knew no one that would come looking for him. He would die alone and miserable, having achieved nothing in life and with no one to call his own.

For a moment, he thought about letting go. He loosened his grip on Kathy's shoulder and let his hands slowly float down. He prepared for his demise, but that's when it struck him. This wasn't his life. He didn't roam the nights looking for prostitutes. He was the guy who slept in and never went anywhere.

The thought of his warm, cozy bed and game console reminded him how much he would miss playing the damn thing. He had something to live for. He had release dates for games marked on a calendar that he would miss out on, and he wasn't going to let some random bitch take that away from him.

Donald gathered his strength and thought hard. There was no way he would pry her arms loose, and there was no way that rage in Kathy's eyes would subside. He was out of time, and with nothing else he could think of, he gulped and took his shot.

"AHHHHHHHHHH!"

Kathy wailed in agony as Donald's hands grabbed her small tits and squeezed. He stretched her skin when he pulled on her nipples, sending a shockwave of pain shooting through her body. She let go of his throat and pulled herself free, rolling around on the floor and cradling her aching tits.

Donald slowly sat up. He took deep breaths, grateful for feeling air again.

He got up wobbly on his feet and looked at the exit. His eyes took time to focus, but then he heard Kathy's laughter.

"AHAHAHAHAHAH!"

Donald couldn't decide if he was hearing things. It sounded like a witch howling.

"That's it! That's what I want! Show me what you have!"

What the actual fuck? What was she talking about?

"Fill yourself with rage and come at me!"

Kathy lunged at him. Donald caught her with a jab on her jaw. She fell to her knees, stunned at his strike. She rubbed her jaw as she got up, impressed at his strike.

"Oh yes! Now we are ready to fight!" She rubbed her hands down her thighs. ‘I’m going to enjoy having you at my mercy.’

She put her fists up by her face, bending one leg and raising it halfway in the air. Kathy moved swiftly and aimed a kick at his chest, sending him down to the floor.

‘We haven’t a lot of time to wrestle,’ she said, ‘but I'll pin you and you can try to escape. I do want you to try as hard as you can. I like showing men how strong I am.’

Kathy lowered herself until her knees touched the mats either side of Donald's head and the crotch of her leotard hovered tantalizingly close to his face.

With her left hand she reached behind his head and lifted him until his lips and then his nose brushed the fabric covering her crotch.

‘Not now,’ she said lowering his head and shifting her weight back to sit high on his chest, ‘I prefer to still dressed in my fighting suit when I taming a man.’

Donald told her he could not believe how sexy she was in her gymnastic leotard and he would happily wait until she felt the time was right.

‘That’s good,’ she said, ‘Because I don’t want you to be disappointed. Now, I’m going to hold you down and you’re going to try and get free. I know you’re strong but I think I’m stronger. On a count of three I want you to use all your force to try and get me off you.’

She counted to three and Donald bucked and turned, using all his strength as he tried my best to dislodge her. She clung on like a limpet and slid forward until she was more or less sitting on his throat. Donald used his arms to try and push her shoulders back but she stayed exactly still all the while looking down into his face, a look of steely determination the only sign that she was having to exert any effort to keep him pinned.

Kathy had the perfect body and attitude for wrestling and it looks like she was born to fight and dominate men. Tight lycra of her black leotard hugged her girlish body, sexy gymnast felt powerful and obviously enjoyed straddling a pathetic naked man, pinning him down and looking at his weak useless tryouts to get free. After a while of futile struggling, Donald became physically exhausted, mentally broken and "ready to give" his manhood to his female conquerer. Donald, who is never fought a girl before, overwhelmed by her power and being forced to admit she is stronger than him.

As his efforts subsided she lifted his head again only this time she slipped her left leg underneath turning slightly until his head was trapped between thigh and calf.

‘Now you’re going to tap,’ she said squeezing her muscles and making him gasp as her vice tightened around his neck. Donald hung on for as long as I could before he tapped on her thigh to signal his surrender.

Ashley loosened the hold but kept him trapped.  Ashley placed her index finger on her crotch. ‘Not until you put your lips here again,’ she said. He did as she instructed. ‘Good boy,’ she said running her fingers through his hair, ‘Now you know who is in charge here.’

Ashley turned back to ran her hand over his stiff cock and cupped his balls. ‘If you play your cards right maybe we can take care of these too. ‘I want to take this much further. Do you want that too?’

Donald told her he couldn’t wait.

Kathy decided to transition to the figure four. ‘It’s time you experienced my full power,’ she said, pulling back on her left foot. The effect was overwhelming. Donald fought for breath and after a few seconds tapped on her knee to signal my surrender. ‘Not yet,’ she said. ‘If you want to screw later you’re going to have to suffer a little first.’

She loosened the hold slightly to allow him some respite then turned up the power. She repeated this four more times, each time ignoring his initial tap outs to continue the punishment. After the fifth brutal squeeze Donald was spent, seeing stars and wheezing for breath like a fish out of water.

Kathy slowly released the hold and slid away as his head flopped to the floor and he began my labored recovery. She stood and then positioned herself astride his waist, facing his head before lowering herself to sit on him.

Kathy pointed to her pussy and asked how much he wanted it. She began gyrating her hips, slowly grinding her crotch against his rigid cock.

‘I want it badly,’ Donald said. ‘I can feel that,’ she said, reaching behind her to squeeze his balls. ‘So what will you do to get it?’

‘Anything,’ he replied. ‘I like that,’ she said, ‘I told you Iknow what you want.’

She slid forward onto his chest, her leotarded crotch inches from him face. She took his hands in hers and pushed them over his head, her knees pinning his shoulders to the matted floor.

‘Do you like my legs?’ she asked. Donald told her they were amazing. She climbed off him, stood up and then placed her right foot on his face, flexing her biceps and striking a victory pose.

‘I want to do this again,’ she said, ‘I like the way you’re still hard, even after I kicked your ass. Now kneel and worship me, I want you to kiss and lick me all over and then I’m going to ride your face until either I cum or you pass out.’

She pointed to her right foot. ‘Kiss it,’ she ordered. He did as she said and then did the same to her left foot.

‘How does it feel to be defeated by slim damsel?’ she asked, “Do you like being dominated by sexy gymnast girl?’ Donald told her he was grateful that he’d met her and enjoyed being in her power.

‘I’m not free tonight I have my martial arts class,’ she said ‘but tomorrow night I want to take this much further. Do you want that too?’

'Yes, Miss Kathy!'