EPISODE 9   PAULA VINCENT             By Beth Ann

 

 

Paula was at her tellers cage. Wednesdays were always slow at the bank and it was at times like these she was inclined to fantasize or think some problem through. Today the fantasy and a couple of problems kept overlapping as she struggled to think her way out of her present situation. Her relationship with Jeff had to take a new direction---sexually at any rate. Not that the sex was bad, they were both inventive and could always play a strip game, poker or chess or forfeits, if their libidos were waning. A game of forfeits always got things going! But she did so want to be able to take the dominant stance once in a while. She was sure Jeff’s objections hid some murky secret. If she could only physically overpower him like Jenny.

Her other problem was their neighbor Dave Armstrong. She still owed him five hundred bucks for arranging to have Jenny overpower Jeff and leave him wasted thus allowing her to have her way. She didn’t particularly care for Dave but he had provided a means to an end and now she owed him. Dave had hinted that four sessions of wrestling or muscle worship would set them square. This idea both revolted her and intrigued her, she thought Dave to be a little sleazy and while he was quite slim, wrestling him didn’t seem possible. But here was a guy who wanted to be dominated! She chuckled too at the idea of a session of muscle worship, she was five-foot-four, a hundred and twenty-five pounds, so a muscle, any muscle, was hard to find. The problem was like a mobius, around and around, in and out with no end. Jenny appeared to be the key player, she would give her a call.

 

Jenny was laughing so hard the tears were running. Even though it was at her expense Paula could see the humor. Just the thought of her trying to wrestle Jeff or Dave----. But Jenny had been witness to Paula’s dominant nature.

Paula was a size six with excellent proportions, thirty-four, twenty-six, thirty-six. Her arm muscles measured eleven, her calves measured twelve and her thighs measured eighteen. Paula wrapped the tape around Jenny’s sixteen-inch biceps. Only two inches smaller than her thigh! (And probably more powerful!)  Jenny let her test some scissor holds and was surprised when Paula was able to take her breath away!

“Wow! Good legs girl!” Jenny puffed. “Solid too, men like that. The problem will be with the arms.”

“Pretty puny eh?”

“Well, the thing is, men just love to twist your arms till they feel like they’re ready to fall off. But, you’ll be surprised to know that the average man doesn’t have that strong of arms. It’s kind of a relativity thing. All you need is enough arm strength to shock them early in the match and hold your own till you can move in with your legs. Then a few scissor holds and a couple of pins and he’s finished.”  

Now Paula was not a stranger to exercise. From an early age her diminutive height had dictated that she would have to wear heels. She understood the long-term effect this would have on her legs and spine and had set up her own program of toe raises on a high board to give her calf muscles a good stretch and a variety of crunches for her abdominals and back. She was not interested in going to the gym or working out with weights so Jenny showed her how to do dips, push-ups, chins and reverse chins and wrote out a progressive program. After that they went back to the mats and Jenny showed her half a dozen holds. Paula took notes and made little stick man sketches to help her visualize. Jenny told her to come back in four weeks and they would review her progress.

 

Paula felt good and was right on schedule. She could now do three sets each of ten push-ups, six full dips, four chins and six reverse chins. All this in addition to her normal routine. She flexed her arm.

 “Look! I have a muscle!” Jenny tested just for fun and was surprised to find a hard knot of muscle.

“Hey, that’s super.” Jenny wrote out the next month’s program and they reviewed the holds. Paula had set time aside every day to envision the moves and had physically gone through the motions sans opponent. But she had them down pat, even the most complicated, the cobra arm bar.

“I think you’re ready for your fist match.” Jenny stated.

“You’re joking.”

“Oh no, you are ready girl! Want me to set it up?”

 

 

“Hello?”

“Hello, Dave?”

“Oh hi, Jenny?”

“Yeah, I’m here with Paula and she’s telling me she owes you four sessions.”

“That’s right, we had this arrangement.”

“Yes, I know, but you know she’s not a bodybuilder and she’s not very big so she has a pay-back schedule she wants to propose.”

“Okay, as long as she doesn’t want to welch-out I’m listening.”

“No, she doesn’t want to welch, she wants to get together once a month and she’s ready anytime you are for the first session. She wants to practice some holds and she’d like to get you into the holds and have you try to break free.”

“Yeah, that sounds okay.”

“For the second session half and half. Half the time testing holds and half the time wrestling. Then the third session will be all wrestling.”

“Yes that’s good, what about the fourth?”

“She’ll leave that up to you. Wrestling, muscle worship, some of each. Your choice.”

“Okay, neat!”

“Is that proposal acceptable?”

“Yes, very acceptable.”

“When do you want to get started?”

“Is tomorrow morning too soon?”

 

 

Paula easily convinced Jeff that she had a touch of the flu and felt like shit and needed to stay in bed. If she felt better by noon she would get into work. She gave him a fifteen-minute head start then slipped on some blue jean shorts and a stretchy tankini top. The top was multi-colored and had like a flowery pattern and she applied several daubs of perfume. She wanted Dave to understand he was wrestling a woman.  Dave’s house was right next door and she phoned to let him know she was on her way. From back door to back door was not more than twelve feet. He was holding the door open for her so if anyone saw anything it would just be an unrecognizable blur. The last thing he ever expected was to see Paula come through his door and in a wrestling mode! The short shorts were familiar and he remembered getting a real good letch on not too long ago watching her cute legs and her first rate ass as she stood on tippy-toe trimming the hedge. Paula was pleased to find his house neat and tidy but quickly understood Dave’s priority. He had no dining room furniture, instead, two full size gym mats just about covered the whole area.

“Hi.” He said. “Welcome to my humble-----.”

“Hi.”
”Would you like a coffee or anything?”

“No thanks, maybe another day, I’d like to get started.”

“Jenny tells me you want to test some holds.”

“Yeah, is that okay? I was hoping to use you for my “punching bag”.” She chuckled nervously.

“Sure. You guys working out together?”

“Oh no. I just went to her for some advice and she’s showing me some moves.”

“Neat, -----well?”

She led the way onto the mats. She was still apprehensive. Dave was wearing a pair of gray biker shorts. Tight! So tight that she could plainly see the outline of his balls and the fact that he had a good size erection! He was very co-operative and she soon relaxed, realizing he had no intention of attacking her. She worked away at him, the six holds with their variations, and was even able to make him submit to her scissors several times. A couple of times he offered suggestions and showed her the best way to bend a wrist. The knowledge that she was able to make him submit and able to maintain a tight pin that he couldn’t break was appealing to her dominant spirit and her body shivered with delight. As the hour came to a close she was on her back underneath him. His knees were astride her hips but she had his head pulled down in a reverse headlock. He set his hands into the mat but before he could push off she pressed her thigh into his crotch stopping him cold. Earlier on, his hands had been busy testing and feeling-up her thighs, let’s see how he likes the fell of this! She knew she was bringing him on but he was powerless to stop her and she was enjoying the sense of control. Anyways, better this way than to have him jerking off behind her back! She gripped his head as tight as she could and pressed her thigh more firmly into his groin.

“Give? Surrender?” she asked. He groaned in despair and she felt him cum! As deep as he was in ecstasy she was as ecstatic, his surrender overwhelming her. She released him and slid out from under. He was still on all fours so she went onto all fours facing him.

“So, does this mean I win?” she bantered.

“Definitely.” His loins were still heaving. “Oh yes. You definitely win.”

She realized then that there were two facets to wrestling. The physical, as per Jenny, and the erotic. Suddenly she was thinking ‘I can do this’! She made her exit while he was still on his hands and knees. She figured he was too embarrassed to reveal the stain on his shorts.

 

 

It was seventeen weeks since Paula had first contacted Jenny. Her forth and final match with Dave was Friday morning, the day after tomorrow. She was almost ready. She could do twenty-five push-ups, chin herself smoothly ten times, do twelve reverse chins and twelve deep dips, all for three sets. Her biceps/triceps combo was fairly impressive for her size, it had thickened up nicely and was hard as a rock and stretched the tape to over twelve inches. Her second and third match-ups had gone remarkably well, Jenny had shown her some complex moves and Dave co-operated by letting her play them out. This night they were working on ‘muscle worship’. Jenny was urging her to relax but she was still very self-conscious. Even just posing for Jenny. Imagine her state posing for Dave and she just knew he would want a feel.

“But that’s the best part.” Jenny tried to explain. “He’ll get himself all worked up and flustered and the moves won’t come for him, he’ll have other things on his mind. You’ll take him easily.”

“Ohhhhh, I’m not sure about this.” Paula whimpered.

“Okay, then try this, try to imagine how superior you are, all you have to do is flex your muscles and he is cowed. Ten minutes of testing your muscles and you won’t even have to wrestle. You can ask for his submission right then. Think about how that will soothe your dominant nerve!”

 

 

Paula’s excuse this Friday morning was legit, they had agreed that she would take the car in for service. What Jeff didn’t know was that she was going to take a cab home, nip over to Dave’s for an hour then take a cab back to pick up the car. She would probably make it back to the shop before the car was even ready. In any case she would show up at work by noon at the latest.

Jenny had insisted that she buy a thong bikini but Paula was not nearly ready for that. She compromised by picking out a monkini with an almost thong bottom. There was a small but ample triangle of material in the front and a much smaller triangle in the back.  The triangles were joined by a half-inch wide strap that ran under her crotch and half way up her ass. The top was a halter style that fitted snugly over her breasts and connected with the briefs part at the waist. The high waist band increase the length of her legs and the taut fabric seemed to enhance the size of her nipples, certainly revealing enough. After all, they were supposed to be wrestling. She pulled her blue jean shorts overtop and dashed next door.

Right away she noticed that Dave was flush with anticipation. He was wearing Speedo type swim trunks and she was sure he was wearing briefs underneath to help disguise his excitement. No matter, she could still plainly see the length and breadth of his erection and the bulge of his balls. She strode smugly to the middle of the mats pulled herself up to her full height and did a three-sixty. Then she stood with her feet astride, hands on hips. When Dave moved onto the mats she slowly raised her right arm and flexed. Then, just as slowly she raised her left arm moving into a double biceps pose. She held this for long enough to gauge Dave’s reaction. She was astonished, his eyes were glued to her arm muscles! She dropped her arms quickly forcing Dave to make eye contact. She then rotated her heel and balanced on her toe and slowly flexed her calf muscle and watched as his eyes moved downwards. She realized that Jenny was right, ten minutes of muscle worship----. She turned her back to him and did the same routine, right arm, left arm, calf, giving him a preview of her back. She was enjoying this all of a sudden but it was time to move on. She spun back to face him and went into a crouch.

“Okay Dave, are you ready to be wasted?” He grunted a response and met her crouch. As expected he went for her arms and she was successful in fending him off. She knew she was not strong enough to survive a sustained attack on her arms. He forced her down and was moving in for a pin but she was able to get a leg up between them and block him with a knee in his chest. He broke away and moved to get to his feet and she swept her leg under him and he went back down. Her turn, she scrambled over top and tried to pin him. Almost, but he rolled her off and they rolled around for a while, each looking for the advantage. This time she broke away and quickly got behind him, jumped onto his back and locked him in a full nelson. He struggled vainly and left himself open to letting her wrap her legs around his ribs. He had been here before in practice sessions and while she was small he knew about her legs, she had made him submit more than once. She had him effectively wrapped up and she applied pressure, just a matter of time. She worked him over slowly, wearing him down.

“Aaahhh Paula, enough, I quit.” She relented and released him. At least she had gotten in the first licks with a good scissor hold. His ribs would ache and every breath would be shallow and painful.

She backed into the nearest corner, he was still getting to his feet, and slowly slipped off her shorts. He grinned but his eyes widened as he took in the length of her legs. She leaned back against the wall for support and went up onto her toes, her neat calves flexed up into nice high peaks. 

“Oh my god.” He said.

“Are they okay legs Dave?” she quizzed.

“Oh god Paula, they are beautiful legs.”

“Uh huh, and strong too.” She moved in quickly, before he could get to his feet, swung one leg over his back, and settled into a tight head scissors. She pulled on his chin till the back of his head was tight against her crotch then squeezed tightly. “Isn’t that right?”

“Nnnnn---.”

“Dave---?”

“Nnnnn---.”

“Strong----?”

“Nnnn---oh jesus---yes.” He was like a dead weight but she twisted him around until his face was in her crotch. All the while he was pawing at her thighs. She knew it wasn’t an effort to get free but to cop a feel. Again she applied pressure that she kept up till he was close to passing out.

“NNNNNN---.”

“Really strong----?”

“Paula---shit---you’re---crus---.”

“Really strong---?”

“Yes---oh shit---yes---really strong---!”

“Had enough?  ---do you give?”

“Yes---yes---I give.” She released him and got to her feet. He rolled onto his side like in a fetal position. “Ooohhh my head---.” She gave him a little boot on his rear and urged him to his feet.

“C’mon Dave, don’tcha wan’na rassle anymore?”

They squared off when he gained his feet and she quickly stepped in, grabbed his wrist and twisted his arm back. He circled trying to take the pressure off. She added a twist to the wrist and the pain soon became unbearable forcing him to his knees. Once he was down she gave another hard twist just for good measure while she settled into place beside him and trapped his arm between her legs. One leg came over his arm, the foot tucked under his chin, the other leg came in from the bottom and over his back. She really didn’t have to maintain the grip on his wrist, her leverage was so potent she could break his arm just by stretching out with her legs. She adjusted the hold on his wrist so she could hang on with just one hand leaving her with a free hand.   

“Well Dave, what happened? I’m only five-foot-four.” Her free hand went into his crotch and pulled the material aside letting his testicles fall free. “You should be able to take me easily.” She kneaded him gently. “Or did you have something else on your mind? Couldn’t concentrate?” She laughed.

“Oh Paula---don’t.” She tugged at the waistband and pulled it down just far enough to reveal the head of his penis.

“Are you going to stop me?” Then she tickled it.

“Ohhhh------.” He was powerless to stop her.

“No? You can’t stop me? Am I too strong for you?” She laughed again, chiding his inability to get free.

“Aaaagggg---!” He tried to push himself up but a simple twist of the wrist sent him back down quickly. “Owwww---.”

“Don’t even think about it.” She warned.

“Aaaagggg---okay---okay---.”

“So, are we square now? My debt discharged?” She seized his balls once more and squeezed firmly making rivers of pain run through his loins.

“Aaaaaa---yes.” He agreed. “We’re all square. Aaaaaaa your debt is paid in full.” She started to unravel the hold, leaned close to his head and whispered into his ear:

“David----you are such a wimp.” She pushed him away with her foot so she could take center stage on the mats and stood akimbo. As he got to his feet he was about to adjust his trunks.

“Don’t touch that.” She ordered. “And come over here.” He did as he was told and stood in front of her to where she pointed. She brought her arms up again into a double biceps pose and watched the confusion in his eyes.

“You may touch.” She offered. He spanned her muscles, thumb and forefinger, and she allowed him to have a good feel of her rock hard biceps. His hands wandered over her shoulders and biceps then under to test her triceps then he wrapped his hands completely around as far as they would reach. His eyes glazed like he was in a trance.

“Well David, any comment?” After all her apprehension she was enjoying this immensely. He was right on the edge, he was drooling pre-cum down the front of his trunks.

“Hard---.” Was all he could think of.

“What’s your favorite muscle?” He looked away. “Don’t be shy. The calf? The thigh? The ass? Want to feel the muscles in my ass?”

“Ohhh Paula---.”

“Down.” She said this very softly but he complied instantly and dropped to his knees. She moved one foot forward between his legs just grazing his balls and pointed her toe. “Yes, you may touch.” Both hands encircled her calf muscle. His sexual tension thrummed through the room.

“Hard---.” He said, she laughed and dropped her foot just grazing his balls again and tensed her thigh. His hands moved upwards almost like a caress. “Solid---.” His hands moved up over her hips and as they moved behind towards her bare ass she took hold of two handfuls of hair and forced his head back compelling him to make eye contact.

“No more one word comments. Tell me about my ass.”

“Nice---tight---trim---beautiful---.”

“That’s four one word comments.” She laughed at his distress.

“Ohhh---Paula---.” He tried to look away but she held him in place.

“Look at me.” She commanded. “What do you want?”

“Paula----do you think we can wrestle again?” What the hell was this about? She couldn’t believe it!

“Mmm---.” Think quick, you’re supposed to be in control! His hands were still roving over her ass and she flexed her glutes for him. “You mean you want a rematch, do you really think you’ll do better?”

“Oh yes, I’ll do better, I promise.” She laughed and shook her head.

“You haven’t got it in you to do better. You haven’t got the balls!”

To emphasize her point she moved her foot into his groin and gently knocked on his balls left and right, back and forth. His eyes glazed over.

“But to answer your question, yes, we can wrestle again.”

“I’ll pay anything.” He pleaded. “Do anything. Just name it.” She knew what he meant by “Do anything” but that could wait for another day. She thought about the five hundred dollars he had paid Jenny, she wasn’t in that class but all the

 same---.

“Okay, for wrestling: three hundred, muscle worship: a hundred more, release: another hundred. Is that okay?”

“Different, but yes, that would be good, very fair.” Time was running out, she had to finish this off. “How much for two hours?” She really laughed at this.

“You couldn’t go two hours. I could finish you off in fifteen minutes.” She bragged.

“How much?” He persisted. She was enjoying this so much she was thinking she should do it for free.

“Additional hours are half price. How that.”

“That’s super!  Wonderful!” She let go of his hair, placed a foot into the center of his chest and shoved. Instead of going backwards like she wanted he went off to one side ending on all fours. She pursued him, put her foot against his hip and pushed him sideways. Now he was on his back.

“Stay.” She commanded, like he was a dog. She circled him twice, she was wishing she had brought some heels, then came to stand at his feet looking down at him. She placed one foot between his ankles and moved it from side to side making him spread his legs wider and wider. Her first thought had been to give him a good kick but that wouldn’t be fair and could cause some permanent damage, but she did want to leave him un-released and aching for a couple of days. She chuckled to herself, or maybe a week. Looking up the length of him she got an idea. His balls didn’t touch the floor so she found two thick books and slid them underneath. His cock was still trapped under the waistband of his trunks, so that was out of the way. Then she stood astride his thigh, one foot between his legs.

“Oooooo----nooooo.” He was moaning already. She raised one foot and worked her toes into his sac so his balls were under the balls of her feet. Then she eased down firmly. “Oooooo----.” His head rolling from side to side. “Aaaaaaa----“

“David---.” He looked up at her.

“Aaaaaa---.” She very slowly went into a double biceps pose and held it while she worked her foot into his nuts. “Ooooo—Paula----mmmmmm---.” She saw his cock spasm and his loins contract. He was going to cum any second. She twisted her foot back and forth a couple more time then in one swift move she pressed down really hard then stepped back quickly.

“Owwwwwwwww------.” His shoulders came up off the mat with his knees as he was doubled in pain. “Oh---oh---oh—ohhhhh-----.” He rolled onto his side into a fetal position. “Ohhhh-----ohhhh----you rotten little bitch---.” She picked up her shorts and headed for the door.

“Give me a call when your ready for that re-match.”

“Ohhhhh-------.”

She made her exit with a little chuckle, leaving him moaning on the mats.    

 

 

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