Mixed wrestling, ballbusting, 300 pictures 1920x1080 (FullHD), partially CFNM, no blood.

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My marriage lasted five years. The fact that it ended wasn’t much of a shock to anyone. It was a disaster, and I’ll spare you all of the horrible details. The hard part was moving on in this financial climate. I ended up moving back in with my parents at 38. Getting out of my parents house was one of the main reasons I got married in the first place! Hmm… maybe that’s why my marriage didn’t work out so well. Anyway, after six months of trying to live squashed into the tiny second bedroom of my parents’ new house in their ‘active adult community’, I finally found a decent two bedroom apartment and started to get on with my life.
 

One of the more nerve-wracking things I had to face when I became single again was that I would have to start dating again. I wasn’t very successful at dating before I met my wife. I was a bit of an introvert and many of my relationships in my 20’s began on the internet. They had to, because that’s where I spent most of my time. Lucky for me, people were much more sympathetic to me now that I was a divorcee and began to try to set me up with just about anything that moved. At least, that’s how it felt. I ended up going on two dates during the six months I lived with my parents. The first girl was nice enough, but it was probably too soon for me and I found myself going on and on about my failed marriage. That was the end of that relationship. The second girl was a bit obnoxious and not too attractive, either. I spent most of the time complaining about my ex-wife because I knew that it would scare her away. It worked. If you’re looking to scare eligible women away, just complain a lot.
 

My parents had pushed me to go to a ‘transitions’ group at the local library. I didn’t think I needed something like that. I had plenty of friends who were also divorced or going through one, so I had a ready-made support group. Still, they insisted that I get out of the house, and since it was free it wouldn’t break my non-existent post-divorce budget. I hated to be pessimistic but I was right, there wasn’t really much there for me. I got plenty of sympathy and chances to vent with friends, family, and co-workers. The people there were predominantly older and male. I may as well have gone to the clubhouse in my parents’ development for a younger crowd.
 

I was about to leave my third (and last) meeting when one of the older ladies came up to me and said that she had a daughter who was 23 y.o. and also divorced. She had married younger and been divorced for a number of years already. Would I be interested in meeting her? Sure, I said. What did I have to lose? I gave her my email address and phone number. I doubted I would hear anything.
 

A week later the mom called me. Her name was Susan. She said that her daughter, Julia, was interested in meeting me. I found it really odd that Susan was doing all of the talking for her daughter. I knew all about shyness, but this seemed a little extreme. Still, I decided to give it a try. I had custody of my daughter that weekend but my parents were more than happy to watch her for a few hours.
 

We met at an Italian restaurant on a Saturday night. I was a little nervous about meeting her. She at least had a description of me from her mother; all I really knew was her name. Julia turned out to be attractive, probably 5’7", 140 lbs. She had athletic body, long brown hair and an hourglass figure. The first thing she did when we sat down was apologize to me for not speaking to me beforehand. She said that she was always getting set up by her mother and just preferred to meet people face to face before talking to them.
 

I found Julia easy to talk to. She got married at 18, and divorced at 19, unlike me who got married at 33 and divorced at 38. She didn’t have any children and I had my daughter. We both stayed away from talking about our past relationships. We talked about music and television, mostly. I had a good time. At the end of the date she told me that she liked to take things slowly. I told her I was in no hurry. She gave me a peck on the cheek and told me that she would call me during the week to make plans for the following Saturday.
 

I spent the next 5 days trying not to think about Julia. Whether I was at work, or in my apartment, or with my daughter I found my mind wandering toward the iPhone sitting in my pocket, and wondering if and when it would ring. Julia finally called me on Thursday night. We exchanged pleasantries for a few minutes and then she asked me if I would like to meet up for Chinese food on Saturday night. Sure, I said.
 

We had another good date. I was really getting to like this girl. At the end of the date she kissed me on the lips. She lingered only for a moment. She said that she would call me again to make plans for the following weekend.
 

She called me on Wednesday night this time to make that weekend’s dinner plans. Unfortunately my daughter caught a cold and I didn’t feel right leaving her with my parents to go on a date. I called Julia to apologize and ask if we could postpone our date a week. She was very understanding. I apologized again, and again, and she finally stopped me, saying that it was admirable that I would put my daughter’s well-being ahead of my personal life. I promised that I would make it up to her, and she said that maybe she would be the one making it up to me.
 

Julia called me on Monday night to ask me how my daughter was. I told her that she was doing better when I brought her back to my ex. We talked for a while, and eventually she asked me if I wanted to do something a little different this weekend. Sure, I said, what did you have in mind? She said that she wanted me to come over to her place Saturday afternoon, dressed in ‘workout clothes’. I agreed, wondering what she had in mind. I started trying to get her to tell me what she was thinking, but she refused. You’re just going to have to wait and see, she said. I hated not knowing what was in store for me.
 

The week passed slowly. Julia called me again on Thursday night and I tried to get more information out of her, but she refused to tell me anything. I know this was going to be our third date, and conventionally this was when things became more physical, but Julia had said she wanted to take things slowly. What did she have in mind?

Finally Saturday afternoon rolled around and I showed up at her apartment. She lived about ten minutes away from me. I arrived dressed in a sweatshirt with a t-shirt underneath, and sweatpants. Julia answered the door wearing a black gym leotard and sneakers, with her long brown hair tied back in a pony tail. She gave me a quick kiss hello.

"So, what did you have in mind that you've been so secretive about?" I asked her. "Well," Julia said, "I wanted to do something more physical, but since it's the middle of winter, I had to think of something that we could do inside. Have you ever wrestled?" She asked.

I smirked. She wants to wrestle me? "Yeah," I said.

"Have you ever wrestled a woman?" Julia asked.

I sped through the Rolla decks of my mind. "Yeah, sort of," I said, "Maybe 20 years ago."

"Do you want to wrestle me?" Julia asked.

Did she even have to ask? I wasn't going to say no to the opportunity to put my hands all over her. I could already feel my cock stirring in anticipation. "Sure," I said with a smile.

"Great," Julia said. "Here are the ground rules. No hitting, punching, slapping, kicking, or biting, and no grabbing privates. If you get too... handsy... we're gonna stop."

"Fair enough," I said. We went to work moving all of the furniture in her living room until we had as much room as possible. That was quite a workout in itself, actually. Finally we faced each other, my heart already pounding. "Okay, now what..." I began to say, but Julia had already charged me.

Although Julia was obviously fit and not small by any means, she was no match for me physically. I had 20 pounds and 4 inches of height on her, longer arms and more muscle. She charged me and I grabbed her in a bear hug, stopping her momentum. I could feel her pushing against me, trying to force me backward, but I held my ground. After a few seconds I went on my own offensive and toppled her backwards and onto the ground. I straddled her waist and pinned her arms over her head. She tried to buck me off of her and succeeded in making me bounce in the air once or twice, but couldn't get free. Eventually she stopped struggling. I gazed down at her pretty face and longed to kiss it, but I didn't.

"You forgot to mention how this would be scored," I said.

"Well, let's say this is a point for you and move on," Julia said. I got off of her and helped her to her feet. She brushed a strand of hair away from her face. She approached me again, more cautiously this time, and I reached out and intertwined my fingers with hers. Again, I had much more upper-body strength so she was no match for me. After maybe a minute of struggling I could feel her start to give. I let one hand go and spun her around with my other hand, almost like we were dancing. I grabbed her around the waist with my free hand and pushed her backwards and onto the floor, pinning her again. I was getting erect from the physical contact. I was sure that she could feel it pressing against her stomach the way that I was straddling her. 

If she did she didn't say anything to me. She glared at me, out of breath and frustrated. She was flushed and sweaty and her hair was disheveled. She was sexier than ever.

I smiled at her. "Two to nothing," I said.

Julia glared back at me. She was obviously a competitive person. "Want to make things a little more interesting?" She asked.

"Sure, what did you have in mind?" I asked.

She stopped glaring at me and looked down. I got the impression that she was looking at the bulge in my sweatpants. "From now on each time somebody pins the other one, the loser has to take off a piece of clothing."

Strip wrestling? She sure had a funny way of taking things slowly. Unless she was some kind of wringer, I liked my chances. Heck, even if I lost, I was beginning to like my chances. "Sounds good to me," I said.

Without a word, Julia lowered her head and charged at me, catching me around the waist and pushing me backward a few steps. I was able to dig in my heels and keep my balance on the carpeting. Once Julia's initial push was over, she had nothing left. It was easy to grab her around her waist and push her back to the ground. This time instead of sitting astride her waist I fell against her, covering nearly her entire body with mine. I could feel her breasts against my chest, and my erection was somewhere around her hip. My face was inches from hers, and I gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. 

"Hey, no fair!" She cried.

"There was nothing against kissing in the rules," I said.

"Fine, you win," she said, and I climbed off of her and helped her to her feet. Without a word she removed her sneakers to reveal a plain white socks underneath.

I laughed at her. Julia surprised me by lunging at my legs, and managed to knock me off of my feet. She gained the upper hand for the first time and went about trying to pin my arms. I wouldn't let her. She would get one arm pinned but when she tried to focus on the other one I would lift the first one up. I toyed with her for a few minutes. She was really trying hard, grunting with the effort and getting more and more frustrated. When she realized she wasn't strong enough to pin my arms with hers, she ended up trying to pin one of my arms with both of her hands, and shifting her weight to pin my other arm with one of her legs. While she was off-balance I pushed her over until she was practically sitting in my lap, then I grabbed her in a hug and slid her off of me and onto the floor, lying across her for several seconds, but she was too exhausted to even struggle. I gave her a kiss on the lips this time which she responded to by playfully snapping her teeth like she was going to bite me.

I got up off of her and she stood up. She struck a pose, hands on hips. "Ready?" She asked. I smiled at her. She removed her socks. 

Julia noticed me staring at her crotch. "Hey, up here," she said.

I sheepishly moved my gaze back to her brown eyes. "Sorry," I said, "It's been a while."

"I'm sure it has," Julia said. 

This time around our wrestling was much more sensual. Our arms were around each other and our legs were intertwined. I felt the bare skin of her back instead of a shirt. I was fully erect by now, and I'm sure she felt it pressing against her. As far as the actual wrestling match went, I'm sure Julia knew by this point that it was going to be nearly impossible for her to pin me, but she kept trying.

Julia was putting up a good fight, and I was even considering letting her win a round, but eventually I ended up lying on top of her, and just stayed there. She stopped struggling and looked at me. "Okay, I give," she said. 

I climbed off of her. Either the leotard was coming off this time. I wasn't sure if she was ready to remove something so revealing, so I decided to give her a chance to get out of it. "You don't have to take anything else off if you don't want to," I said.

"Oh, you're such a gentleman, but you are not afraid that insidious girl can manipulate you, turning your nobility to your weakness?" Julia said with a hint of sarcasm, slowly getting to her feet. "I'm merciless to losers. Of course I feel more confident in my battle outfit, and I'm going to win our fight!" she added strictly, and adjusted a high cut bottom of her leotard. We both stood silently, contemplating what was going to happen next. "Okay," Julia eventually said, "One more round, winner takes all."

"Fair enough," I said, and this time I stared her, I was distracted by the sight of  the contours of her sports leotard, which clearly showed her erect nipples pressing against the fabric. She took advantage of my distraction and threw herself at me again, knocking me off of my feet and backwards onto the floor. We rolled back and forth on the floor a few times. 

We wrestled back and forth again, and I was almost sorry that I was still completely dressed because I would have loved to feel all of Julia's exposed skin against mine. I made up my mind that this time I was going to let Julia win. I let her roll me onto my back and pretended that I was too winded to fight her as she pinned my arms to the floor.

She was lying against me, breasts pressed against my chest and her crotch against my crotch. Suddenly I felt her grinding her hips against my erection. I was so turned on already that I was afraid she was going to make me cum right then. 

Julia looked me in the eye. "Letting me win, huh? You're such a gentleman." She kissed me on the lips, hard. "Unfortunately I'm not much of a lady," she added, and I could feel her begin to crawl forward until she was sitting on my neck, her leotard-clad crotch just inches from my face. "I am so turned on right now," Julia said, "Want to find out how much?" I could already see the wet spot on the crotch of her leotard, but she reached with a hand and slid that aside to reveal her pussy."Remember the rules," Julia said, "Don't get handsy."

I lifted my head up to give her pussy a kiss. She was sweaty from the wrestling but there wasn't much of an odor. "There was nothing in the rules against kissing," I said. I kissed and licked at her pussy for a minute or two, until she moved a gusset of her leotard into place and got off of me. 

She hovered over me with her hands on her hips. "Okay, I won," Julia said, "Now strip."

I stood up and moved a few steps away from her. I took off my sweatshirt and t-shirt in quick succession. I jokingly did a couple of muscle-man poses.

"Very impressive," Julia dead-panned. "Now show me the good stuff."

I pulled down my sweatpants, glad that I had on clean underwear. My erection was pitching quite a tent in my tighty-whities. I took off my socks... slowly... just to try to prolong the strip show. Julia was staring at my erection. I cocked my hips back and forth a few times and then hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my underwear. I gingerly lifted the waistband over my cock and down my legs. I tossed my underwear aside and stood before her completely naked, my 7 inch cock pointing in her general direction.

Julia slowly clapped her hands a few times, and then she closed the gap between us and kissed me. I felt her hand reach down and begin to fondle my cock.

I broke the kiss. "Hey, I thought we weren't allowed to get handsy," I said playfully.

"Dude, the game's over," Julia replied, and kissed me again. We stayed like that for a few minutes, making out in her living room while sexy girl in black long sleeved leotard fondled and stroked my erection. Eventually Julia broke the kiss. "Okay, close your eyes," she said. I obediently closed them. "Don't open them until I tell you to," I heard her say. I could hear her footsteps moving around the apartment, and then I heard her approaching me again. "Keep them closed," I heard Julia say again over the sound of my heart pounding. Suddenly I felt her hand on my cock, and the unmistakable feeling of her rolling an electric shock cock ring down over my erection and locking it. "You was deceived, defeated and stripped by insidious girl in black leotard", she whispered. "Now you are my slave, and be sure - this electro shock device can make you completely submissive to me" She shown me a remote control: "This is a device for long distance enslavement - the farthest control distance can rearch 200 meter. You'll be always naked, helpless and defenseless before your Goddess. Complete humiliation and incredible pain in the groin may torture or paralyze you at any moment when you'll made something wrong, or simply if I'll want to have a fun - it's a price of your credulity!"

"That’s stupid… what have you done to me? I’m calling the police."

"I wouldn’t if I were you…" started Julie picking up what looked like a remote control from the cushion next to her. She had the receiver in her hand and had hit the 9 key; then the world closed in around me. Incredible ball pain sprang up from between my legs instantly crippling me, dropping me to the floor in waves of agonizing pain. I writhed for about ten seconds then as quickly as it had come on, the pain stopped, leaving a dull ache. I looked up at Julie, and then at the remote. 

"You little bitch, what did you…." But I was cut off as the unbearable pain began again. This time I noticed it started as girl in black leotard hit a button on the remote. She let go; the pain stopped.

"Don’t interrupt again," she said finger poised over the button. "Now, you’re not going to like this, but you see, I love dominating men. I love the control I have. I can attract them physically, like I did with you. I can make them do what I like by making them love me… just think of your balls at my mercy, I even can make you marry me," I was shocked. 

"Oh Jack, I don’t love you. You are a… well… a slave. Nothing but a weak-minded slave to me, and incase you had any problems with that, I needed a guarantee. This means you’ll become more docile, because with this remote I can inflict pain on you whenever I like."

I didn’t know what to do. I knew instinctively he needed to get away from all this, and I suddenly darted out of the lounge slamming the door and ran to the front door. Opening it as quickly as I could, I ran into the front garden, and began to run down the driveway. Suddenly the pain sprang up again. I fell to the ground in agony. As the pain shot from my groin up his body it felt like some spandex-clad aerobics coach had kicked me as hard as she could with her muscled leg right in the balls. I coughed and rolled around on the grass, shaking violently.

Julie caught me up, and I noticed she didn’t have the remote. She grabbed my arms, and began to pull me back to the house. After a few feet the pain stopped, leaving the dull ache.

"If you go further than 20ft from the house, you torture device will activate," stated Julie in a business-like manor. She continued, "If you touch the remote, that will activate. If a timer in your device is not reset every eight hours by me (for instance, if you tried to tie me up or something), that will activate. If you don’t do exactly what I ask, I will punish you by causing your torture device to activate. If I feel generous, you will get 10 seconds of moderate pain. If you push me, I have it in my power to leave them on full power for the whole night. In short, they are the perfect control device. You are my slave. I am your master." She entered the house leaving me sobbing on the grass.

When I got back inside, Julie was sitting on the couch. She looked really hot, her bronze legs crossed, and a revealing top of her leotard. She looked angry though. "This is for keeping me waiting…" she said quietly and hit the remote. Before I could argue I was again on the floor in the fetal position coughing and trying to hold back a scream. The pain stopped after a few seconds.

"Get up!" ordered Julie. Slowly, still shaking I rose to my feet. As soon as I was straight, slim girl in black leotard again pushed the button. I screamed and fell to the floor. Julie let me writhe for a few more seconds then released the button. 

"Get up!" she ordered again. I was more cautious this time.

"Please… I’m sorry…" I said, my voice thin and weak.

"Ok, listen, I like this game. I could go on all afternoon, but I haven’t really got the time, so how about this. I give you one more minute, and if you can stay standing with your hands by your side during that time, that’s it. If not we carry on for half an hour."

"But…" I started but wished I hadn’t as I was cut off by the pain racing again up his body. It took me by surprise and again I dropped to the floor. Through the agony I managed to splutter. "ok, ok, I’ll do it." Julie stopped the pain, and I slowly rose.

"Hands by your side, stand straight, and brace yourself," ordered Julie. I complied, gritting his teeth in an attempt to bare the coming pain. "Are you ready…3…2…1…" and Julie and hit the button. 

Even though I knew it was coming, and even though I had mustered all my strength it was useless. The pain was horrendous. It was all consuming. My whole body was on fire and almost straight away I bent forward. My hands moved, but I used all his effort to bring them back to my sides, fists clenched. My legs were going weak and began to bend, but I managed to stay up. Most of my mind was clouded in pain, but what was left was focused on staying standing.

"Five seconds…" stated Julie. I couldn’t believe it. It had felt more like a minute and I grew weaker and felt nauseous. I bent further forward but remained on his feet.

"Ten seconds," said Julie and for a brief moment I felt relief but quickly realized the pain was still coursing though my body. My legs were going to give way, and also, holding my hands to my side when they wanted to be comforting the area of pain was almost as much a torture as the pain itself.

"Fifteen seconds," said Julie. A hour ago I would have argued at the unfairness of it, but I knew better now and continued to grit his teeth.

"Twenty seconds," said Julie. "Only forty to go." That was it. I couldn’t stand it any more. Any remaining control was stripped from me. The pain took over and I fell to the floor grunting and coughing. I remained this way until Julie stopped after the minute.

"How weak you are slave. You couldn’t even stay on your feet for a minute. Well I’ve had enough of this game. You need to get ready. I used my superior mind and my beauty to defeat you. Now you're my property, and now I want to set up my control over your bank accounts. We’re going out and I want you to look smart".

This time I realized a greatest mistake that I made when agreed to date with this girl. But it was too late...