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Night in the gym

We had just met at the party of a mutual friend. She was introduced as Nancy. She was very attractive and sexy but she started things off by saying, "you look kind of wimpy." I’m not a big muscular guy, but I’m relatively fit and I get occasional compliments on how I look. I’m pretty confident in my physical abilities. I was on the wrestling team in high school and won nearly all of my matches. Sure, that was fifteen years ago but I’m still in pretty good shape.

“You don’t work out much, do you?” She asked. “In fact, do you exercise at all?” “You look pretty out of shape but I bet you think you look great." Then she says, "I bet that even I could take you. I bet if we wrestled, I'd win.” I didn’t know how to respond at first. I thought she must be crazy to suggest that she could even stand a chance. “Really...and the stakes for this bet?,” I asked. She said, “sexual domination.” “If I win, I get to do anything I want to you. If you win, you get to do anything you want to me.” Then she said, “this isn't about S & M. I won't hurt you. I just want to defeat you, restrain you, strip you naked so I can get a good look at your wimpy body, and then humiliate you sexually. I love humiliating little boys like you. But don't worry, I won’t hurt you.”

What the hell was she suggesting...that she might actually be able to beat me in a wrestling match? This offer was too good to be true. I had always fantasized about wrestling a hot chick, tying her up and having my way with her. She certainly filled the bill in the looks department, and while she appeared physically fit, I knew she wouldn't stand a chance against me. It was obvious to me, she wanted me to do to her exactly what she claimed she would do to me - to be dominated and humiliated. I accepted her challenge.

She told me she belongs to a gym with a boxing ring. She would reserve the ring for a private session. She said she’d call me with the address of the gym and tell me what time I should meet her there. I must admit, I found it slightly discomforting that she belonged to a gym with a boxing ring. I wondered, who is this woman?

I went home, and for the next few days I couldn’t stop thinking about what was to come. Two and a half weeks went by and I began thinking she wouldn’t call until, on the 17th day, the phone rang and it was Nancy. She said, “I’ve reserved the gym for one week from today at 8:45pm sharp.” She told me the address of the gym and that the normal closing time is 8:00, so everyone will have left. Knock three times so I’ll know it’s you...unless you're afraid. You can still back out. It's not too late” “Right”, I said. “I’ll be there.”

I was surprised at myself for accepting her challenge. She looked so hot and acted so sexy. I asked a couple of friends who were at the party about her, but no one knew anything about her.

I couldn’t stop fantasizing about this crazy, wrestling match. I couldn’t wait to see her naked, helpless, and under my control. All the different ways I would manipulate her - what will she wear? Should I bring rope?

Finally, the day arrived. I made sure I was there at exactly 8:45p.m. I brought straps - the kind of straps with the soft velcro ends that can be secured around the wrist or ankle, and the other end can be secured to an anchor point.

I walked to the side door of the gym and knocked three times like she told me. I heard the deadbolt turn and when she opened the door I was taken by the amazing outfit she was wearing. She was wearing black silk leotard. Her breasts were medium sized but full. She was stunning. It was obvious she was excited too as her nipples were aroused and firm. My heart began to pound as my anticipation grew. I walked in and she locked the door behind me.

She held out a pair of black silk shorts just like the leotard she was wearing and said, “you’re wearing these - that way it’ll be fair. I said, “I already have something on I think you’ll like.” She said, “No, you’ll wear these.” She pointed to the men’s locker room and said, “you can change in there.

When I came back, she was waiting for me in the ring. She had turned off most of the lights except for a couple along the end walls well away from the ring. It was quite a soft, sexy atmosphere. She looked magnificent. Her leotard exposed her upper thighs and ass slightly as she walked around the ring. It was so exciting, Already, I could feel myself getting excited. I really didn’t want to get hard yet because these shorts were so loose and revealing, I was afraid I’d pop out. I guess I was feeling a little insecure about that. I just didn’t want to give her the opportunity to make fun of me.

I looked around the Gym. The ring was three ropes high and was small, about 15 feet across and raised about 6 inches of the floor. I didn't see any work out equipment. I figured there was probably another room for that. Obviously this was "the fighting room." The place reminded me of an old warehouse that had been fixed up. There were three block walls, the longest of which had a mural of two fighters in a boxing ring and the two end walls were painted a kind of dark steely blue. The wall opposite the mural had an elegant navy blue curtain covering it from end to end.

“What are you waiting for?", she said. Are you having second thoughts?” She startled me. I was trying to absorb everything as I was looking around and thinking about what was going to happen. I had never been in a real boxing ring before but I didn’t want her to know that so I pulled the center rope up like I knew what I was doing and climbed into the ring.

I hadn’t even stood up straight when she ran to attack me. Fortunately, I was quick enough to grab her wrists to keep her at bay. She then slammed her wrists together, pinching my thumbs in between. I let go immediately and gasped with pain. Before I could complain, she quickly got behind me, wrapped her arms around my neck and climbed onto my back. These quick moves were unexpected and caught me completely off balance. I went down immediately. She kept her arms wrapped around my neck, choking me a little, but mostly hanging on for all she was worth. As soon as she had the chance, she wrapped each one of her legs around each one of mine with her feet together between my legs. She was stronger than I had expected and no matter how I tried, I wasn’t able to get loose. I managed to roll over onto my stomach but she held on, still clinging to my back and not giving an inch. I struggled and struggled, trying to get her off my back but to no avail. I could feel myself getting out of breath and tiring a little. Finally, I was able to get back to my feet. I thought, If I could just get to a corner, I might be able to slam her into the corner post and either exert enough pressure against her or knock the wind out of her to make her relinquish her grip. She was desperately trying to bring me down again but I managed to get her back against the turnbuckle and began pressing against her as hard as I could hoping she’d let go. She didn’t.

I looked down and there were the straps I brought, already tied to the ropes, one on each side of the corner on the top rope and one on each side of the corner on the bottom rope. She must’ve secured the straps while I was changing. Was she right when she said she would win? Could I have so underestimated her?

I lost my concentration for a second and I felt one of her arms tighten up around my neck. Her hand locked onto her other arm that was now grabbing the top of my head. She exerted extreme pressure on my throat. She was choking off the blood flow to my head. I wanted to tell her I’d had enough but I couldn’t talk, I couldn’t swallow and I couldn’t breathe. I could feel myself losing consciousness.

Next thing I knew, I was sitting in the corner of the ring, my wrists secured with my straps to the top rope and Nancy was securing the last free limb to the bottom rope.

It was over almost as quickly as it began. I had suffered a humiliating defeat to a girl no less. What could she have in her plans. She knew from the beginning that she would win and she knew how she would win. She had everything perfectly planned from the start. My god! How could I have been so stupid, thinking only with my cock...again?

Here I am, with a woman I know absolutely nothing about or what she might be capable of. She is a black widow and now she has ensnared her helpless male in her trap to do with as she pleases. As I sat in the corner of the ring, with my hands tied over my head and my legs tied spread eagle, barely covered and unable to do anything about my situation, I was becoming apprehensive and afraid.

“Relax,” she said, “I won’t hurt you. I just love humiliating little boys like you.” Then she laughed.

“You weren’t much of a threat to me,” she said. “I had you right from the start. Besides, you were so sure you would win. You thought, just because you’re a big, strong man, you could handle a little girl like me. Well, it’s time for me to collect. I won and I’m going to humiliate you. I’m going to treat you like my little sex toy. I like this - seeing you helpless and nervous. You have no idea what’s coming next. You look perfect, just like at the party. I knew you wouldn’t stand a chance and now I get my reward for victory, seeing you tied up and at my mercy.”

She looked magnificent against that navy curtain as she strutted back and forth in front of me. She caressed herself slowly, rubbing her breasts, then her crotch, then back to her breasts. She was obviously excited over her victory. She began taunting me. “I told you I could beat you,” she said. “I won just like I said I would and now I’m going to make you pay the humiliating price.” She knew how much she turned me on. I was getting over my fear, as the fear began to change into lust unlike anything I’d ever experienced.

She knelt before me, still slowly rubbing herself. I could tell she was getting turned on. I could smell her. I wanted to resist but I couldn’t help becoming hard. Part of me didn’t want her to see how excited I was getting, but another part of me was so overwhelmed with lust that I didn't care. She was getting so turned on at the sight of me completely helpless and under her control. I took some comfort seeing how much she was enjoying this.

She reached over and lightly ran her hand up the inside of my thigh. I flinched with anticipation. She stopped just short of my balls and slowly slid her hand back down my leg and I felt a pause of disappointment. She continued to do this to tease me. She smiled and said, “you’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” I wanted to tell her, “no” but I sighed and said, “yes.” She looked at my cock and said, “I can see how much you’re enjoying this” and she continued with her gentle touch on my thigh. I became extremely hard, anticipating that first sexual contact that I knew would take my breath away. I think I was harder than I’ve ever been before, almost to the point of being in pain. I couldn’t believe how she was turning me on.

I began to squirm a little, actually trying to maneuver myself into her hands when they were close and feeling a tremendous sense of frustration that she wasn’t touching me where I so needed it. Finally, she lightly and slowly slid her hand over my silk shorts, feeling my balls and up my cock. I gasped and then moaned with excitement. Again, she smiled. She said, “I want you turned on more than you’ve ever been, completely turned on and helpless.” I said, “I’m there.” She said, “no...you’re not there. You ain’t seen nothin’ yet.” I couldn’t imagine, if I hadn’t seen anything yet, what the hell was next?

She began stroking my cock, still covered by the silk shorts. Her other hand was lightly fondling my balls and my ass also still covered. I was beginning to squirm. I thought I couldn’t take much more without cumming, but then she stopped and we both watched my cock throb under my shorts. She smiled slightly. It was obvious she was relishing her control over me.

My cock was harder than ever. My balls were tighter than ever. I could stand it no more. I had to cum. Just then, Nancy stopped and I let out a sighing moan in frustration. She said, “you really want to cum don’t you.” “Oh yeah,” I said. She untied my right hand and said, “If you want to cum, you’ll have to do it yourself while I watch. Now grab your cock and stroke it for me.” I did as I was told. I had to cum. I only stroked a few times. I could hold back no longer. I shot the biggest load high in the air. I strained loudly as I came. It was the mother of all orgasms, bringing me beyond the height of pleasure where it actually hurt. Nancy started stroking my sensitive cock. I was squirming as she continued to stroke. I thought the throbbing of my cock and my body would never end as I did my best to endure the sensation that both tickled and hurt at the same time. It was unbelievable torture, forcing me to bounce around helplessly while trying to free myself from her cruel hand. Nancy finally changed her rhythm, gradually stroking slower. I twitched uncontrollably until my orgasm was finally over. Even then, they continued to make sure they had milked out every last tremor. I was nothing more than a worthless heap of naked flesh. I was lying there, with three limbs still tied to the ropes, naked, helpless and spent. I had been sexually exploited, forced into humiliating bondage and tormented to the point where I had to masturbate in front of this woman. It was the most embarrassing experience of my life, but it was the most sexually exciting as well. I will never be the same.

Nancy untied me. Still naked and utterly humiliated, I washed the corner of the ring. I was so spent and embarrassed, I had nothing to say. When I was finished cleaning the ring, she let me go and get dressed. When I came back into the gym, Nancy handed the straps to me and told me it was time to leave and she held the door open for me. I gave one last look around the “gym” before I walked out the door. It was over. It was the wildest sex - a once in a lifetime event. I had never experienced anything like this before, but I’ll remember and relive it time and time again until the day I die.

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