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Title : Agnes obtains his male submission .
He had entered the building and was quickly directed to the local level where appropriate the appointment.
It was there. He knocked at the door slightly.
A female voice came to hear.
-- "Yes, I arrive."
After a few moments, the door opened. A woman appeared smiling and brown.
-- "Hello. You are Patrick?" Asked she says.
-- "Yes. I called yesterday for a course of self-defence. It's good here?".
He looked a little surprised, around him, it was an apartment, not very big. He had imagined a sports hall more spacious.
-- "Yes, it is here." She replied, the leader to a room, a little left out.
The carpet of moss, arranged on the ground indicated that the course was to take place there.
A little taken aback, the man looked at his watch.
-- "What time is it starts?" He asked, marking his impatience.
-- "Now. You can get dressed." She says with authority.
-- "But wait, I do not understand where the teacher is ...?" Said he, slightly annoyed.
A radiant smile on the face of his interlocutor. Men were always difficult to admit
a woman teaches them the techniques of combat.
-- "I am your teacher mixed wrestling , I am judoka, and an expert in fighting sport. Let's go, let us not lose time." Ordered she says.
The open mouth, man, surprised, seemed to begin to understand.
-- "You give courses self-defense?" He asked, watching, appalled.
-- "Why does it surprise you? You think a woman is unable to obtain your submission men?" Said she, somewhat irritated, starting slowly to undress in front of him.
-- "No, but ...."
Barely had he started his sentence he discovered, disconcerted, the powerful body that showed
gradually, as she undressed : she had broad shoulders, a chest full of arms
compact, thick thighs. What muscular woman!
He contemplated a long time, amazed. It was heavily muscled but it emerged yet,
femininity extraordinary alliance of force and seduction.
Surprising her eyes, and guessing the reason for her trouble, she rejected the arms and replia, shook fists,
which protrude the biceps at full volume, then varying the positions of its hands, swivel bust
or shoulders, fit, alternatively, to relax or lift.
-- "I am also a professor of aerobics and bodybuilding. I do several hours of gym a day, I
think it is not? "
She saw the look, throat tied.
-- "Impressive, huh?" Asked she provocative.
He nodded his head, unable to utter a single word.
Hesitate, he approached the hand and arm caress respectfully thick; he sighed with amazement when the biceps is
raised violently, again.
-- "Oh dear, it is extremely hard." Whispered he loosen of admiration, gripping firmly, trying
push your fingers through the skin.
-- "You can try but you will not make it." She said, challenging gaze.
She contracted the muscle more beautiful, shaking her fist. He had great support from both hands, all its
forces, the arm remained impenetrable, solid as a rock.
-- "So, convinced?" Said she .
-- "I must admit that you are very strong, but I do not know if ..." said he, confused.
-- "Listen, you irritate me. I have all references to teach techniques of self-defence and close -
combat. I am a black belt in judo, 3rd dan, I practice the mixed wrestling, tae-kwondo and full-contact. If you do
not believe me, try attack me to see. "Defied she hands on hips.
The man hesitated, apparently intimidated by the muscle mass of the young woman.
-- "Go." She said, "Put yourself face to me. As this is it. You are going to try to beat me
face. Do not be afraid, frankly attack. "Assumed" she calmly.
-- "Well, you've wanted." He said, initiating a punch.
She dodged with liveliness and striking vigorously, the left hand, the wrist of his assailant, she
wrings brutally and forcefully struck a hook to the stomach.
-- "Oouuh" he groans, surprised, dropping to his knees, blowing cut . It was his first bid for men.
The sudden, powerful, had literally broken in two. The man, humiliated, got up painfully, after a few
moments of recovery. The throat tied, he dared not look, ashamed of having been so easily
controlled.
-- "So you're convinced?"
"Yes" in shaking his head, eyes lowered.
-- "Very well, put your clothes ."
-- "Completely?" He asked, his voice low.
-- "Put yourself to slip, for the moment." She replied, in a tone at once mocking and scornful.
She began to stretch out and make movements warm before a large mirror on foot.
Her body was a harmonious blend of femininity, grace and power. Even at rest, her muscles
were impressive with their thick, contrasting with the sharpness of her skin tanned.
She surprised, admiring a blush, and laugh disorder she felt up to him. It was
clearly enthralled.
-- "Good. We'll begin to see how respond to an attack mixed wrestling ." She says. "Come by here."
***
-- "You are going to simulate an attack with knives. This will be pen knife. Put yourself facing
me and try to stab me. ".
The man lifted his right arm, elbow bent, and tried to lower it on her.
It does not surprise left, a great gesture, she grabbed the forearm, ready to strike, and blocked, the
left hand.
-- "As a first step, stop the attack." Said she calmly.
Patrick, amazed, struggled with all his strength to try to reach his right arm, she immobilisait. The young
Women, by contrast, seemed to make no effort. Smiling, she mastered without any penalty.
-- "After stabilization, it increases the pressure to put the opponent in trouble." Continued she, with
pedagogy.
Joining the gesture to the floor, it had a twist on the wrist; man, moaning, yielded without resistance.
Then again accentuating the embrace, it completely turned his arm. It lâcha taken in a growl of
pain, leaving escape the pen.
She had a staggering force. Patrick, bruised, contemplating, admiring, despite his suffering, the triceps
left the young woman, extremely contracted by the effort was enormous and vibrated power.
It forced him to kneel and then, bypassing him tordit arm, blocking him in the shoulder of her free hand.
-- "Key arms. The aggressor is under control. We can by the way, if you want, stop completely taken with other male submission."
She maintained man, huddled at her feet, a few moments. Then, amending the outlet, she supported the foot between his shoulder blades, while pulling his arms to the rear, continuing to exert a strong twist on his wrists. The man, arms twisted, as
essore towels that was totally at its thank you.
-- "There is impossible to move. You are completely torn." She concludes.
She kept laying a time, changing a little, a moment to appreciate the game of her muscles
Action on the ice. Although the suffering martyr, he could not help but admire, too, the body beautiful
the beautiful athlete, strained by the effort, said it would be a bronze statue of a work of Hercules.
Emu by the intensity of the scene reflected by the mirror, he felt a wave of pleasure ambiguous browse all
wide. She perceived his trouble growing, noting that he was breathing more and more strong, it found,
lowering eyes, and in the interior of cotton slip.
She supported a bit harder when his foot on the back of the man, while his wrists pulling up,
forcing them to lie on their stomachs. It maintained the ground in this position, gradually increasing its
support, until, literally impaled on her foot, he shouts of shame and pain.
It left him stand up and allowed him to recover a bit.
-- "Well, now you are going to try to attack me from behind." She said with authority, putting themselves,
turned back before him.
The man, his body sore, was still marked by the domination of the humiliation she had him undergo.
Also reluctant to be contemplating, thoughtful, broad shoulders and back of the impressive young woman.
Finally, he decided, and threw himself on it with determination, it encompasses the neck of his right arm.
He felt suddenly a violent pain in the abdomen. The coup de elbow that had been unchecked in response
had virtually folded in two. Yet a bid men.
-- "Ooouuh!" Cried there, holding his belly with both hands.
Turning and taking advantage of its out combat, she leaned on him, caught between her thighs, without apparent effort.
The man's body imprisoned , stopped; although he tried to resist, a few moments, a contractor's lap, but the tremendous pressure exerted by the young woman was too strong and he submit.
The man, destroyed, seemed totally disintegrated, the red belly maintaining, embedded in the flesh,
the imprint of his ordeal. Almost unconscious, he was lying still, the neck leaning on the ground, toppled
legs in the air, arms cross blocked in the lap of her powerful opponent.
The young woman, exited by this mixed wrestling did not want him to leave a moment of respite. Turning her forearm around
haunches of her victim,she grabs and bringing back the wrists, brutally rejected.
The man, literally dismantled, he pleaded, again, to release him.
After repeatedly said, pulled back, recovered, pushed forward, for he feels, the more
depths of himself, his superiority and muscle pain it could inflict, he moves,
leaving lying.
-- "Good. We will now study the technical bottlenecks and capital said the wrestler. Let us
standing face to face. "She says, determined "
The man tried a few moments to escape his opponent, who was seized by the shoulders.
But, shaking his neck, left arm, she forced him gradually to bend the bust.
-- "I urge the arm behind the neck and I folded the forearm to the throat. As." Said she,
describing the catch.
The man, neck bent, under the stifling embrace, folded legs and knelt, resigned domination by this bid.
-- "Here, there's nothing more to be done. Three seconds fighter and you're already on their knees, completely helpless.
"You are my toy." Continued she accentuating the contractor slightly in the arm.
-- "Stop, please." Begged there, in a voice choked by strangulation.
-- "I have not finished, I will, at present, strengthening the ground." She said, ruthless.
She put ashore and keeping the left arm around her throat, she supported her right arm on the neck.
Extended over him, she maintained, plated floor. The man, blocked neck, suffocating again he tried,
desperately, to help its feet to improve his position. Rolling on its side, then turned it on
back, continuing to strangle, irresistibly. As he continued to try some efforts for derisory
free themselves, she ceintura his thighs, trapping him abdomen and arms in the same outlet. The man,
stopped from head to toe, could not make a gesture. Literally locked, he felt up to him
the ambiguous pleasure that causes humiliation complete, and it was totally helpless in the face of force
extraordinary young woman. It was, undoubtedly, at its thank you, as a toy in her hands.
-- "This is the straitjacket, huh?" Joked she says. "What do you think?"
Then contractor throughout its body, she accentuated her catch.
The left ashore, she got up, then , relaxing her muscles women, numb with the effort.
***
-- "Well, the course of mixed wrestlinf, submission, is over, the next week." She concludes, indifferent, not to cast a glance
man lying at her feet.
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