The humiliation of my boyfriend part 1
By G.S, reddit93@hotmail.com



True story about how I humiliate my boyfriend and force him to admit my
superiority over him. Part 1 is when I discover the joys of beating him in a
wrestling match.

As I leaned on my boyfriend?s shoulder, I gave out a sigh of relief. There was
really no better feeling than relaxing with a significant other after a long
day of work, especially since I haven?t seen him all that often anymore.
Instead of going out, we decided to cuddle on the couch and watch TV together.
We were watching the news when what we saw next changed our relationship
completely. It happened to be about a local high school girl beating a guy in
the wrestling finals to claim the championship. Being a slightly trained
martial artist (although I haven?t taken it really seriously) and a girl, I
couldn?t help but give out a small cheer.

?I wish I could be as strong as her?, I murmured. I was really impressed by
her technique and as strange as it sounded, it was invigorating for me to see
her pin down that boy like it was nothing. ?He probably let her win. Didn?t
want to beat up on a girl?, he said, pulling me closer to him. This slightly
made me peeved off and I slightly pushed him away upon hearing this. ?Why
would you say that?? I asked. He looked sheepish, realizing that offended me
but answered, ?Cmon Gab, there?s no way a girl can beat a guy unless she was
super ripped like a freak.?

Now, at this point, I never really thought about the topic about males vs
females in physical battle, but when I thought about it, I knew he was wrong.
Sure, the average man might be more muscular than the average woman, but a
woman didn?t need to be ?freakishly ripped? to beat a guy. I was even sure
that I could beat my boyfriend in a fight when it came to one. He was more
muscular than me and was by no means a wimp, but I was sure that with my
experience with judo and wrestling (I was taught different pins by my friend
who was also a wrestling enthusiast), I could beat him, although it wouldn?t
be easy.

At first, I wasn?t sure if I did want to challenge him to a fight, since it
could only end in one of two outcomes: 1) I lose and get embarrassed because I
thought I could beat him while he wouldn?t even feel good for beating a girl
or 2) I win and he gets super humiliated for losing to a girl almost ? of his
size. However, I finally decided that I should do it. It would be a fun
activity for both us and I could prove to him that women could beat men. The
main reason, was that there was a lot of erotic potential in this too.

I proposed my challenge to Henry but he declined for the obvious reasons I
predicted. ?Don?t want to beat up a girl, blah blah blah?. Knowing what I had
to do to convince him, I took off my sweater and shorts and tossed them onto
the floor. He couldn?t help but stare at my pale, slender figure but still
said nothing. ?If you fight me and win, I will do whatever you want me to do
in bed?, I said, drawing my finger seductively onto his chest. His
indecisiveness changed and finally, his libido gave in. ?Alright, this
shouldn?t take long anyways?, he said.

He tossed off his shirt and pants, leaving him in boxers and we circled each
other. In my judo classes, I learned that I excelled more at reaction and
anticipation than aggression. Playing to my strengths, I stuck my tongue out
at him and taunted, ?Come get me, you chicken!? This got him riled up and he
charged recklessly at me. I easily dodged this by moving to the side and said,
?You have to do better than that!? He looked even angrier and moved forward,
trying to grab me. Knowing that because of his superior strength, I had to
avoid his arms at all costs or I was screwed once he grabbed me. I quickly did
a leg sweep, knocking him flat onto his back. Although it must have been
painful, I couldn?t help laughing because of how foolish he looked. His face
was red by now and he took a while to stand back up. I could tell he was too
angry to think straight because he was just attempting the same move over and
over again. Trying to grab me again, I simply grabbed his wrist in a lock,
moved to the side and sent him flying to the floor.

By now, I assumed that this was going to be a lot easier than I thought
because my technique was way above his. This turned out to be a mistake just
like assuming his mind was too clouded with anger to think straight. I cockily
went in for the final pin, as he wasn?t moving. Unfortunately, he had a plan
of his own: while he was definitely tired from me constantly sending him to
the floor, he wasn?t as tired as he led me to believe. As I went to the ground
for the pin, he suddenly wrapped his arms around my waist, trying to catch me
in a grounded bearhug. Luckily, he was still fairly exhausted and I was
holding on to one of his wrists, fending it off while the other one was
wrapped very securely around my waist.

We both struggled heavily, trying to gain leverage on one another. His left
arm was very overbearing on my poor waist but I realized I could use his right
arm, which was struggling, against him. I twisted to the left, using my whole
body as leverage, and tossed both of us forward. We ended up landing roughly
on the ground but I was able to recover first. I tried moving in to straddle
him for the pin but he still had some fight left in him and pushed back
against me. Seizing the opportunity, I moved to the side swiftly, while
pulling his arms, causing him to stumble forward. I was right behind him and
couldn?t help saying, ?Nice try baby?, before I wrapped my arms around his
neck tightly. It wasn?t really a specific choke but I could tell it was going
to do and there was no way he was getting out. He tried prying my arms apart
and I took the opportunity to scissor his waist with my legs. He struggled
with all his strength and I was actually proud of how tightly I was able to
hold him in place, despite my arms being rather slender. They must have felt
like iron to him, now that he was so exhausted. He flailed about, while
holding onto my arms, trying to find any chance of getting me off of him but
it was no use.

To top it all off, it was both quite the turn on and amusement to have his
head pressed against my breasts while he struggled helplessly to get free. I
loved the way our bodies were almost entwined with one another, with me
assuming the dominant position. I gently kissed the top of his head and
whispered in his ear, ?Just admit defeat babe?. His refusal to surrender, even
though it was obvious he lost, turned me on so much that I began rubbing my
pussy against the small of his back. Noticing what I was doing, he yelled in
out in frustration, not wanting to be a toy for me to use to orgasm. I just
giggled and continued doing so when he finally gave in and quickly tapped out
before he got choked unconscious. As much as I was enjoying it, I wasn?t one
to disobey the rules and let him go, reluctantly. His face was beet red now
and I gave out a cheer. ?How did you lose to a girl, Henry?? I mocked.

He lied there, panting like a dog, when he muttered, ?Lucky shot?. I wasn?t
one to get mad very easily (despite my interest in wrestling, I was still
mainly a stereotypical friendly girly-girl) but his refusal to acknowledge my
victory pissed me off. ?If you want, I can beat you up again?, I said while
staring at him, daring him to challenge me again. He shook his head and I
planted my foot on him, posing in triumph. Just as I turned my back and
started to walk away, I felt his hand grab my ankle. Before I knew it, he
dragged me to the ground. Luckily, I reacted just in time and braced myself to
land on my side, so that the impact was minimal.

?Sorry Gabby, but I thought a ground fight would be more fun?, he chuckled as
he prepared to climb on top of me. I clenched my teeth, hating how I got
fooled so easily into thinking he had given up and also how he called me
?Gabby?, a nickname I hated. I managed to get my legs up to defend myself but
it was still difficult to fight him off, despite how exhausted he was. My legs
grappled with his hands for what felt like an eternity. Both of us were pretty
dead tired, him slightly more so, but we both refused to relent one bit. Henry
had his precious manhood to defend while I wanted to make women proud by
beating him.

Finally, I was able to notice an opening and struck. My foot pushed against
his chest, which he had failed to protect for a brief moment, and using all my
legpower, I was able to send him stumbling to the ground. Not hesitating for
even a moment, I quickly grabbed his wrist and mustered up my strength to roll
him flat onto his back. Before he could react, I quickly got on top of him. He
bucked up and almost tossed me off immediately. I panicked and knew I had to
get him in some sort of pin or else he would just throw me off like a rag
doll. He tried to throw me off a second time but he made his final mistake in
doing so. He buckled his legs upward in a panic, terrified of being pinned
down by a small girl and that was when I hooked my legs underneath his legs
then around his ankles, trapping them in a grapevine. I gave him a taunting,
cocky grin before hooking my arms around his neck and buried my head on his
shoulder. I knew it was over at this point because the grapevine was pretty
much impossible to escape from, even when it was a slender girl doing it to a
muscular guy.

After he struggled for a few times, I could tell even he knew that it was
over. However, his ego refused to accept it and he continued struggling to get
his legs free to the point where it was pathetic. I didn?t mind it, and felt
incredibly ecstatic from my current position. Trapping Henry into such a
humiliating and helpless position and having him look up into my pretty face
with shame gave me a huge power rush. ?Don?t hurt yourself, you poor baby?, I
couldn?t help giggling. ?Urghh?, he muttered as he shook his head back and
forth, refusing to believe what just happened.

It seemed like forever, but he finally ran out of energy and couldn?t even
lift any part of his body anymore. As hot as it was to have him struggle
underneath me, it felt just as exciting to have him completely immobile and
given up. I laughed, pinched his nose and kissed him, embarrassing him
further. ?Ready to tell me what I want to hear?? I asked gently. Of course, he
still refused so I decided to torture him by spreading my legs apart. At
first, he simply whimpered in despair but as I drew his legs further and
further apart, he gave out a rather girlish scream and yelled out, ?Okay, I
give up!? That wasn?t enough to satisfy me and I told him to call me his
queen, which was something I had always secretly wanted him to do. ?I
surrender to you, Gabriella my queen?, he said reluctantly. ?That?s a good
start, my slave?, I said, tickling his neck to torture him a bit. ?But I need
more. I need you to admit that you?re my bitch and I need you to say that
females are superior to males.? My last few requests must have seemed to be
very unreasonable to him because he started squirming again. I simply held his
legs in place and laughed at him. His struggle only lasted a few seconds
before he started begging to me, ?Please let me go!? I just smiled and shook
my head teasingly like a schoolgirl, knowing that displaying my femininity
like that would humiliate him even more.

?I, Henry am Queen Gabriella?s bitch?, he finally said, avoiding my eyes out
of shame. ?And she has proven to me that females are superior to males?. Upon
hearing this, I felt incredible tingles throughout my body and felt myself
getting wet. During all this time, I was too busy taunting him over my victory
to notice how close I was to getting an orgasm. I knew what had to be done at
this point. Keeping him trapped underneath me, I slowly slipped off his
boxers. His eyes widened and looked at me pleadingly (at this point, he didn?t
dare to speak his protests to me) but I ignored them. His manhood was more
erect than I had ever seen it, which was perfect. I slipped off my own
panties, before diving in. There was hardly any foreplay as we were both eager
to relieve ourselves. I stayed on top the whole time, controlling the entire
pace and flow until we both, at last, had a satisfying orgasm.

Finally done, I slowly got off of him and he looked both disappointed and
relieved. ?Promise not to tell anyone?? ?Please?? he added once he saw my
glance. I nodded. I was going to keep this promise because I felt like
wrestling together like that and having me beat him was something that should
be kept secret. Little did I know that my promise would soon be broken.