Christine owns me part II
By wildallways



When I woke up, I was still in Christine's hotel room. I was sitting on the
floor with my back against a couch, my hands tied behind my back. Christine
was sitting in a chair across from the couch, looking at me. When she saw that
I was awake, she smiled at me. And said welcome back. I asked her what the
hell was going on and to untie me. Christine said she would untie me in due
time, after she explained to me what was going on. She said she had seen me at
the bar and overheard me tell the female bartender one night that my fantasy
was to be physically controlled by a female. Christine told me she was
intrigued by this and wondered what it would feel like to physically overpower
a man. She had been working out with a personal trainer for some time that was
amazed at her strength. I later learned that her trainer said she was the most
naturally strong woman he had ever trained. He told me that guys would just
stare when she was doing cardio on the treadmill or going through her weight
lifting routine. Christine told me she stepped up her weight training sessions
after hearing my comments and was determined to fulfill my fantasy. She
continued to periodically show up at the bar I frequented, keeping track of my
dating status to make sure I wasn't involved in any relationship until she was
physically ready. After a few months, she felt she was ready to take me on and
decided to approach me at the bar.

She checked in at the local hotel with the intent of having me return to her
room with her. When I came to the room with her, she was going to confront me
about my fantasy and see how I responded. However, after changing her clothes
and seeing me start towards the door, she decided to take matters into her own
hands. When she grabbed me from behind she couldn't believe how easy it was
for her to overpower me and take control of my body. Christine loved feeling
me struggle against her, knowing that if she lost control of me she could end
up in serious trouble. Keeping the momentum in her favor was her only chance
of maintaining her control over me. Once she had me down and immobilized she
couldn't help telling me how my life was going to be changed. She admitted to
me that while taking me to the ground she got sexually excited and knew then
and there that her life was forever changed. Feeling me struggle against her
holds and not being able to break free made her realize how strong she really
was. What she didn't expect was the sexual feelings that overcame her and the
power she felt. She didn't want that feeling to end and realized that it was
all or nothing and that is why she choked me out and tied me up. She hoped I
would really like the idea of being physically overpowered by a woman and I
wasn't making idle chitchat with the female bartender. I angrily told her that
being attacked from behind wasn't what I had in mind when I mentioned it to my
bartender friend. I went on to tell Christine that I had no intention of doing
this with a perfect stranger, no matter how pretty I thought she was. She
looked at me and asked if I thought she was pretty? I told her that yes I did
find her attractive but given the circumstances this isn't how I wanted any
relationship to begin. Christine reminded me about my desire to be physically
dominated by a female and this was just part of that domination. I said I
wanted to get to know somebody first, go on dates and learn about them.
Christine said that would be fine in a traditional relationship, but this was
not going to be a traditional relationship. It was too late for that. She said
she realized she had crossed a line when she attacked me and was amazed at how
it made her feel. She didn't want to give that feeling up and actually wanted
more of that same feeling. The fact that I was sitting passively while she was
explaining all of this to me told her that I too was feeling something I had
not felt before and that maybe I also had the same feeling.

I again told her to untie me and that she was making a big mistake. Christine
just ignored my request and asked if my fantasy was true or not. I didn't
answer and Christine got up from the chair and walked over to me. She sat down
behind me and placed her legs over my shoulders, gently grabbing my head,
pulling it back into her lap, wrapping her legs around my neck, locking my
head into position. Leaning over me she looked me directly in the eyes and
told me that I was enjoying this as much as she was, if not more. Her green
eyes were hypnotic and I admitted to her that yes, she was right. I was
feeling things I thought I would never feel. She continued to stare into my
eyes and I couldn't stop talking. I told her I had wrestled women in the past,
but during those contests I always held back. I allowed these women to put me
into certain wrestling holds, but I always knew that I could break the hold
and take control anytime I wanted. There was never a feeling of loss of
control, until now. I admitted to Christine that although she attacked me from
behind, she had total control over me and there was nothing I could do to
escape her holds. I mentioned that in a face-to-face confrontation, she would
give me the best fight yet, but I felt that in the end, I would be triumphant.
Christine smiled at me and said she was hoping I would say that. She tied me
up, hoping I would come to that realization and didn't want to have to wrestle
me prematurely before explaining herself to me and what she wanted to propose
to me. Although I had known Christine only a short while I was intrigued by
her confidence and felt myself becoming attracted to her. There was something
about her that I had never felt for anyone. Christine said she overheard my
conversation in the bar about being overpowered by a strong female and that
awakened something in her. She wondered what it would be like to wrestle a man
and defeat him. She felt I would be able to understand these feelings and not
get all worked up when she defeated me.

Her proposal to me was to have a best of three wrestling contest. She was
going to untie me after she explained the rules and I had a choice to make. I
could stay and wrestle Christine or I could walk out the door and I would
never see her again. Christine said if I chose to stay and wrestle with her,
no matter what the outcome, she wanted to continue seeing me. She admitted
that we would both be going into unchartered waters and that our lives could
be radically changed forever. She was willing to take that chance with me and
told me that she knew I felt the same way. My head was spinning and it was
more then the effects of having my head locked into place by Christine's
thighs.

This woman could read me like a book and like her earlier surprise attack she
seemed to be one step ahead of me. I so wanted to wrestle her but agreeing to
do so under these terms would mean giving up control. Her earlier words echoed
in my ears, that she now owned me and that she would ruin me for other women.
Could this be true? She was able to knock me out, tie me up and now had my
head trapped between her thighs, forcing me to look into her face and eyes.
Maybe she had already won the contest and I was already under her power. The
only way to find out was to agree to wrestle her. If I won, my search for a
powerful female would go on. However, if I lost to Christine, did I fulfill my
fantasy and would she think less of me as a man? Again, as if reading my mind,
Christine said that losing to her would not make me any les of a man. If
anything, it would make strengthen her impression of me as being more of an
equal. Most guys she ran across were always trying to impress upon her their
machismo and women were always inferior. It was refreshing to come across a
man who was not threatened by a powerful female.

Christine was incredible. She was putting my fears to rest while at the same
time having me in a position where she could end my life with little effort. I
was enjoying the control she had over me at this point. I told Christine that
I was worried that if I agreed to wrestle her and won that I would lose the
feelings of control she had over me at this moment. She told me to not worry
about that. She felt that ours was a relationship that could stand the test of
time no matter what the outcome of our little contest. I had no choice but to
agree to her proposal and her smile got even bigger, if that was possible.
Christine said she would be everything I dreamed a powerful woman would be
like and that she was the woman I was searching for all my life. She was
confident she had the ability to not only defeat me physically, but mentally
and sexually as well. Before I could respond to her sexually comment, she
placed her hands on each side of my face, leaned down and kissed me on the
lips, before tensing her thighs and knocking me out yet a second time....

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