"What an absolute plum!" Liam thought, seeing such a beautiful young woman thumbing a lift ahead of him. 

"Where are you going?" he asked, stopping.

"Toxhills," she replied.

"Oh, well that’s easy, it’s on my way. Jump in!" he said pleasantly, opening the door for her. 

They swapped names (hers being Jess), and they started chatting amicably in a "small talk" sort of way. Inevitably the conversation turned to what they did for a living, which Jess always dreaded. She wasn’t a good liar, and "secretary" just didn’t seem to suit her. So she listened as Liam told her he was a company director. (She wasn’t surprised – look at his car!) Then he asked her what she did, and her face fell. She had had a tiring day, and she couldn’t lie:

"I’m a mixed wrestling jobber. I get paid to lose."

"Good Lord!" Liam couldn’t help himself.

"Yes, I know," she replied. "Normally I tell people I’m a secretary, but I’ve had a difficult day, and I didn’t feel up to the pretence."

"I, er … I bet it pays well," he volunteered, looking for a way to end the unpleasant silence.

"Oh, yes. I’m only doing it to save enough money to move out of Toxhills and buy my own flat. It’s not a nice place."

"I wasn’t going to say anything. But I imagine it takes a lot of skill to lose and make it look convincing. I remember trying to lose at pool once, because I was playing an old man, and I ended up accidentally winning."

"Thank you, it does. And what sort of men pay to see a woman get beaten by a man at wrestling? Hateful ones!" she ended bitterly.

"Absolutely," Liam agreed. "Okay," he continued, "since you’ve been honest with me, I’ll pay you the same compliment." He took one hand off the steering wheel and loosened his shirt collar, feeling a bit embarrassed. "It’s always been a fantasy of mine to wrestle a woman."

"Really?" Jess asked, raising an eyebrow. "Well I do have private clients too, who seem to like being beaten by a woman."

Liam cleared his throat, but still managed to croak, "Would you wrestle me?"

"Of course," she replied, smiling. "And I’d charge you half price, seeing you’ve been kind enough to give me a lift. We could make an appointment, or we could do it when we get to Toxhills, in my studio. I have my wrestling leotard on underneath this skirt and jacket.

"That’s a point, I haven’t got any shorts with me of course."

"Well some men like to wrestle naked, you know."

"Okay, I’ll try anything once!"

*****

Liam parked where Jess suggested, and she led the way to the studio. Once beside the ring, there was a bit of haggling about the price – Liam insisting on paying the full rate, and Jess pretending to agonise about charging it – then she slipped out of her formal clothes, leaving her in her leotard and smart thigh-length stiletto heeled boots.

"You wrestle in those?" Liam asked, aghast.

"Of course. Men love it!" 

"That’s if they can tear their eyes away from your tits," he thought. They were, indeed, beautiful, nestling snuggly inside the paper-thin covering of the leotard.

He wasn’t used to wrestling, that much was obvious. Oh, he may have watched it on television and fantasised about a mixed match for himself, but he was awkward in the environment, just as Jess had been earlier in his car. He even struggled to get through the ropes, and she had to suppress a laugh.

"I feel a bit vulnerable, being naked," he commented nervously.

"But that’s the idea!" she chuckled, stroking him under the chin to cheer him up. "Mr Company Director, I imagine you have power over a lot of people. Yes, vulnerable people, worried about keeping their jobs. So now, I’m going to have power over you. That’s right, come to Mummy!"

So saying, she turned round and leaned into him from the front and side. Seizing him by his right wrist in her left hand, she thrust her right hand onto his right shoulder; then, with a brisk action, she had him up, over and in the air.

"Alleyoop!" she cried, letting him land on his side, with her left arm now head locking him. She looked into his eyes as she held him closely via the head lock.

"Have you ever been unkind to women in your company?" she asked, searching his eyes.

"Yes," he confessed.

"Have you ever had dreams about them getting revenge on you like this?"

"Yes! How did you guess?" he coughed out, bearing in mind the head lock.

"You can tell a lot from a man when you wrestle him. The ones who are the biggest bastards often have a submissive side that they normally suppress. You’re one of those, aren’t you?"

"Ummm," was all he could answer, because she was now kneeling behind him with both arms wrapped around his head and face in a sleeper. But she didn’t want him to collapse yet, so she put him on his back and once more head locked him, lying to the side of him and linking her arms around his neck. 

"I suppose you’ll tell your wife you’ve been working late when you get home?" she continued her analysis. He made an affirmative sound, which was all he was capable of.

Jess notched up the pressure of the lock around his neck. "Bit of a bastard with her, are you?" she asked. 

Liam made a sound that could have been interpreted as "Sometimes." In truth, he was struggling to breathe, and a little in fear of the subtle strength of this curious woman. It didn’t help that she had his face pushing hard against her left breast – of course she did! She had noticed the look he gave them when she took her jacket off. She might as well put them to use, tormenting and distracting him.

She darted round, seeming to him to maintain the lock all the time; but now they lay facing each other, with her linked arms trapping his right arm as well as his neck. They looked like a human version of the Pisces sign.

Clearly a believer in the effect of a head lock, Jess straddled his upper body, with her left arm imprisoning his neck. In this position, on his back lying hard against the mat, Liam could do nothing with his "free" right arm, while his left arm flailed uselessly about, trapped in the crook of her right arm. Hers wasn’t an obvious strength: there were no knotty muscles on show. Instead, her seemingly limitless power lay within sleek, flexible limbs.

She seemed to be able to wring as many variations out of a head lock as other women do a head scissor. Lying on her back, she had him stuck in the most ungainly position, with his backside in the air – not how you imagine a company director at all. 

Those powerful arms of hers were linked around his neck again, with his left arm lying, once again useless, over her left shoulder. Meanwhile, his right arm and leg were scissored within her legs in a leg arm lock. It was the first time she had introduced him to her legs. Liam thought that so far, she had merely been toying with him, but now she brought her most potent weapons into play. 

Yet surprisingly, she returned to head locking him from side-on, lying across his shoulders. From this position, with her face just above his, she could talk to him and watch his reactions. It was just a little too tame for her at the moment, and the best way to humiliate a man was to goad him into fighting back, then to demonstrate how ineffectual he was. 

"So you secretly like strong women, do you?" she began. She took the "Ummffff" in reply to be "Yes."

"You have power over women (including your wife) nearly all the time, and you want one to have power over you for a change?"

When Liam sounded as if he agreed again, she judged it was time for the killer statement:

"And now that woman is dominating you underneath her, as only a wimp like you deserves."

He made a rebellious sound and attempted to force her off him. What he didn’t expect was to be "helped" by her. She released his shoulders, though not his neck, from their burden, and his efforts with no opposition momentarily threw him up into the air. She guided him back down via the head lock and his head bumped the mat, while a lady’s elegant boots wrapped themselves around his right leg to hold him in place. 

"Well, that was fun!" she said to the back of his head, still encased in her arms. "What are you going to do next, say, ‘Grrrrr’?"

Jess moved him onto his back; but for once, she failed to secure his arms while concentrating on the head lock.  Liam’s right hand gripped her jaw, while he thrust his left hand between her legs and roughly handled her sex beneath the scanty leotard.

"Bastard," she hissed, "You want to fight like that, do you? Okay then!"

She surprised him by suddenly relinquishing the head lock and springing on top of him. The knee of her expensive leather right boot ground itself against his manhood, making him yelp. 

"It wasn’t a good idea to drag the fight down to that level, was it?" she asked quietly, leaning down closely so that her breasts bobbed against his chin, all the while menacing his manhood with her boot. Then she moved down slightly, pinning his arms while continuing her domination of his cock and balls, with her breasts now pushed against his chest.

Jess took Liam’s head in both hands and brought her leg up, driving the pointed shiny toe of her boot against his balls. Her ladylike footwear held him in terror more for what it could do than for what it actually was doing. 

Jess sat down facing her prey. She held his ankles and punched the sole of her left boot into his cock. Then she pulled on his ankles to give it greater purchase. 

"Noisy, aren’t you? she commented coldly. "One little tap, and you’re screaming like a hysterical child. How can I shut you up?"

Answering her own question, she got on all fours, banging her right knee into his balls. At the same time, she leaned down and kissed him. It was like putting a mute into the bell of a trumpet. But while she may have changed the tone of his anguish, she didn’t temper its severity.

Jess stood up, to leave Liam moping on the mat and clutching his damaged manhood. She berated him for being such a wimp, her insults calculated to emasculate him. She stood over him with her thumb down, that ominous sign that has spelt doom for two thousand years. 

"Come on, let’s have you," she snarled, grabbing him by the hair and dragging him up to his knees. Then she contemptuously heaved him bodily to his feet, seemingly without any effort. For the first time since he was a child, a woman was totally in control of him, and he was startled to see the experience had given him an erection.

This remarkable woman now lifted him off the mat, one hand through his legs, the other holding his shoulder nearest the mat. She held him in the air across her like a baby, and his erection increased a notch. She gloried in her dominance, parading the useless male to an imaginary audience. Then, as if at a signal, she dropped down to one knee and put him over her other knee, facing him upwards in a backbreaker. 

Jess feigned astonishment and indignation at his erection (whereas in reality, she would have been surprised and angry if he didn’t have one). While she put near-unbearable pressure on his spine, she gazed at it, tut tutting and shaking her head. But eventually she smiled and curled her fingers around it.

Murmuring, "I can’t send you home in that state," she bundled him onto his shoulders and held him in place with her left arm under his lower stomach and the top of his left leg. This doubled his legs over, so that his feet were on the mat behind his head. It proved to be her last "hold", for she now took his erect cock in her right hand again, pointed it rather painfully downwards, directly at his face, and went to work on it.  

"I love my job!" she commented, tugging away. "I love to turn an over-confident man into the submissive weakling that he really is. Whereas you half love it and half hate it, don’t you?"

Liam couldn’t answer. As her hand revved up on his cock, he started to get a ticklish feeling in his loins. He knew it would result in the final insult of her making him ejaculate all over his face. He winced, trying to hold back the inevitable. But, with a cheer, she aimed his cock so that the revolting gooey stuff shot into his face. For both of them, it symbolised his ultimate defeat.

Jess let go, and Liam sank down onto his back feeling destroyed. She stood with one boot on his manhood and flexed in triumph. Then she wiped the mess off her boot onto his face, just to reinforce her ascendency over him.