Colleen goes down again
By Chicago Mike – mikescissors@yahoo.com
The petite blonde gets humiliated and knocked out again!

	Colleen's breath got weaker and weaker against my crotch, and her struggles 
became non-existent. I climbed off of her and went to get another glass of wine. Kneeling 
next to her, I tapped her cheek lightly. Slowly, she began to return to the real world.
	"Mmmm...what happened?" she asked groggily.
	"You've been out for a little while," I said. "How're you feeling?" Colleen 
reached up and rubbed her neck.
	"Not too good," she mumbled. "How long was I out?"
	"About 5 minutes," I answered, helping her to her feet. "So when's the re-
match?" Colleen laughed weakly.
	"Not for a while...I'll need some time to recover from tonight," she said. She 
changed back into her work clothes, then left.

	All things considered, Colleen and I remained on pretty good terms at work. At 
first she was a little reserved around me, but before long things were pretty much back to 
normal. We were having drinks after work at T.G.I. Friday's when I brought up wrestling 
again.
	"I don't know, Tina...you gave me a pretty good beating last time."
	"Come on, Colleen, that was your first time. I KNOW you could do better than 
that...can't you?" She sipped a little more of her drink, which I knew would make her 
more brave.
	"Well, okay. But you have to promise me that when I give up, you let me recover. 
Deal?"
	"Deal," I said. "So, should we head back to my place?"
	"What are we waiting for?" Colleen said. We paid the check and left.

	It took about 10 minutes to drive to my place, and a few more drinks before we 
got out of our work clothes and into our wrestling "outfits." I had on a bright red, satin 
bra today with a matching thong. I loved the smooth texture, and was especially looking 
forward to slipping and sliding it all over Colleen's face. I giggled in anticipation. 
Colleen had on a black outfit of much the same texture. It contrasted very nicely with her 
blond hair and milky white complexion. We faced each other kneeling on the carpet.
	"Remember, Tina," Colleen said, "you've got to let me go when I give up, okay?"
	"Sure, Colleen," I said. "How sadistic do you think I am?"
	"After last time, I'm not sure," she said.
	"I just got a little carried away," I said. "How about we start with a test of 
strength? Put your hands up against mine, and we'll try to overpower each other. Get it?" 
Colleen put up her hands and we locked fingers.
	"Ready? Go!" I said. Colleen pushed as hard as she could, but I was simply 
bigger and stronger. Before long, I had bent her hands back, and Colleen was twisting her 
body toward the floor in an attempt to escape the pain.
	"Owww, okay, you got me, Tina," Colleen said. "I give." With a final yank, I 
shoved Colleen onto her back. Releasing her hands, I dove across her body. I grabbed her 
right arm with my hands, and I scissored her left arm between my thighs. I squeezed with 
both. Colleen tried to bridge out of my hold, but she was going nowhere.
	"How do you like my bow and arrow, Colleen?" I asked. She grunted with pain.
	"I can't get out, Tina," she said. "I give up!"
	"Oh, you give up so easy!" I laughed. Releasing this hold, I rolled off of Colleen's 
body, squishing her head in the process and dazing her a little bit more. Grabbing her 
under her shoulders, I lifter her to a seated position and clamped on the sleeper hold that I 
had been studying on Sleeperkid's website. Since we were facing one of the full-length 
mirrors on my wall, both Colleen and I could view her defeat first-hand.
	"So, how do you like my sleeperhold, Colleen?" I taunted. "I've been waiting for 
a chance to use it."
	Colleen pawed weakly at my bicep with her right hand. Her eyes were starting to 
close, and I knew she wasn't far from going out.
	"Mmmph...I giv," she mumbled until I clamped one of my hands over her mouth. 
If I didn't hear her give up, then I wouldn't have to let her go, right?
	"What was that, Colleen? I couldn't hear you. I just KNOW you weren't about to 
give up so easily." Colleen's muffled cries grew weaker, and her arms hung loosely at her 
sides. My goal was to make Colleen so weak that she couldn't even submit, so I waited 
until her eyes were almost shut completely, then rolled her onto her back. She started to 
murmur something weakly, but I wasn't going to give her a chance to give up. I put one 
knee on either side of her head, then lowered myself right onto her face.
	"How do you like my thong, Colleen?" I teased her. "It's nice and smooth – just 
perfect for face-sitting!" One of the best face-sitters I ever saw was Tracy Turner of Joan 
Wise videos, so I spent the next 20 minutes doing what I have seen Tracy do so many 
times: ride another girl's face until she was thoroughly beaten. The satin thong was 
everything I thought it would be, and before Colleen passed out, I raised up an inch or so.
	"Still alive down there?" I teased. "I know you are, but I want you to know that 
I'm about to put you out again by putting my ass right on your face. Sweet dreams!"
	"No...wait..." Colleen tried to mumble something, but it was too late. Her face 
was again my personal seat, and before long, I had once again punched her one-way 
ticket to slumberland.
	I couldn't wait for the next "re-match..."