Mistaken Identity By Madcat A computer geek battles a female black belt. Work. Work. Work. It seemed like that's all I ever did. Fresh out of college, I got a job as a computer programmer for a major corporation. After that small side jobs started to slide my way and 5 years later I had yet to develop much of a social life. My favorite after hours sideline had to be the health club. They ran their whole business on a PC network, which required constant support. None of the overgrown muscle heads working there knew how to turn a computer on let alone work the network. So they needed me. But the best thing about the place was the chicks. Big ones, small ones, you name it they hung out there. I also became a big exercise fan in my own right. While never to be confused with a real athlete, my body morphed into a lean mean fighting machine. Only my 5-6 height prevented my full ascension to macho status. Late one Saturday night I arrived at my favorite job to do a system upgrade and get a workout. The club had closed a few hours before and the darkness spooked me a little. My imagination conjured up images of a lurking assailant but I calmed my nerves as I walked upstairs to the manger's office. I did a lot of my work after hours so dark buildings were not unusual. I spent the next hour loading system upgrades. It seemed like an eternity but I wanted to finish before my workout. With the system back on line and the manager's office nice and tidy, I headed downstairs for my workout and date with destiny. The light in front of the locker rooms hit me as soon I left the managers office. But my computer addled brain did not realize its significance until it was too late. A flash of black and white struck me like a locomotive as I passed the entrance to the ladies' locker room. The wall rushed up to meet my head three times before I realized that my nightmare of a hidden assailant had come true. By then he had me in an arm lock with my face pressed against the wall. The lean mean fighting machine never got a fair chance to strike back. "What are you, some kind of pervert?" a woman's voice came from behind. My assailant was female. I still could not see her. The girl must have been quite strong and tall as her voice appeared to be coming from on high. "I work here," I replied, redoubling my efforts to escape. She held my arm firmly continued to mash my face into the wall. "Yeah, right. I know everybody that works here and you don't. Why did you follow me up to the locker room?" the assailant persisted. "You're breaking my arm." I cried out. "That's the point, buddy. Now tell me what you are doing here." "I'm here to upgrade your network. Call John and check it if you want." My mention of the manager's name seemed to give her pause for concern. She flung me around and for the first time I got a look at the girl's face. It was Allison, one of the aerobics and kickboxing instructors. It didn't surprise me that she hadn't noticed me. But all the men at the gym had noticed her. Allison stood about 5-10 and had long strawberry blonde hair. The statuesque beauty attracted attention wherever she went due to her wonderful hour glass figure. Today the girl wore white, see spandex pants with a black belt. A matching black sports bra contained her enormous breasts. Allison's left hand closed around my throat and her right hand cocked back in a threatening fist. "Go ahead, make my day. One false move and I'll break your nose." "OK, OK," I agreed. But my male ego rebelled. How could I let a girl, and a hot one at that, push me around? "Do you always work on computers in just a pair of shorts? Why did you follow me up to the locker room?" she asked. "I didn't follow you. I was just heading down for a workout. Why don't you call John and clear this up? There is a phone in his office and the door is open." The girl made the mistake of glancing down the hall. I took advantage of the distraction to break her choke hold with my left hand. My right grabbed her hair as I tried to pitch her forward into the wall. The blonde amazon wasn't the only one to have martial arts training and I really wanted to teach her a lesson in humility. My lesson plan ran into immediate trouble. The girl dug her heels and refused to take her position against the wall. She proved to be too big and strong for me to manhandle. Then Allison got her left hand free and elbowed me in the nose. Not real hard but enough to cause a blinding flash of pain. The girl swung around and punched me in the gut. Normally, I would take any girlie punch with my chiseled abdominal muscles. But this blow had real power behind it. The air whooshed out of my lungs as my body doubled over. Next thing I knew my nose exploded in pain as she used her knee to flatten my face. Time started to lose meaning at this point. My grip on her hair failed. Then came the unseen right hook that sent me sprawling to the floor. Only a healthy diet of milk saved me from a broken jaw. My eyes opened and I saw the victorious amazon standing over me with her breasts thrust out in a glorious victory salute. I have fought many savage and brutal men in my day. But none beat me to a pulp as quickly as this beautiful blonde. "You made a big mistake. Now stand up and fight like a man." She mocked me. The girl didn't even bother to adopt a combat stance. Instead, she straightened her beautiful blonde mane. I didn't know whether to be angry or turned on by this unexpected encounter. Anger won out as I slowly got to my feet. The girl's disrespect tweaked my fragile male ego. I had to do something to regain my pride. So I charged her. My attack came in fast and low. The furious assault drove the over confident female back to the wall. For a few precious seconds, victory seemed at hand. I tried desperately to pin her arms to the wall and control this upstart wench. But the girl defied me. I watched in amazement as her superior female strength pushed me back a couple of feet. She held me in place as I tried to escape this deteriorating position. Then the girl put a powerful leg on my chest and sent her foe flying backwards. My body crashed to the ground ten feet away. This time Allison did not hesitate and advanced menacingly. I rolled to my feet gracefully and prepared to meet this amazon on the field of battle. But my courage failed at the last second. Something about the look in her eye plus her overwhelming physical superiority rattled me. I took off back down the hall towards the manager's office, totally oblivious to the fact that I was running from a mere girl. Fear and desperation added speed to my flight. But it wasn't enough. Allison got a good jump and quickly ran down her prey. She tackled me from behind and started a very unfortunate series of events. My shorts slipped as the athletic female dragged me down. I landed face first with Allison on top. She paid no heed to my state of undress as she forced my hands behind my back. The girl proceeded to bind them tightly with her black belt much like a rodeo queen hogtying a calf. "On your feet, pervert." She commanded while forcing me to stand. "We have a phone call to make." When I stood my shorts fell to the ground. The amazon had me totally controlled so all I could do was watch this latest humiliation. There was no missing my red, bikini cut underwear. Normally, I enjoyed wearing provocative under garments but in this unusual situation they felt silly. "Nice panties. Where did you get them, Victoria's Secret? " Allison joked as she pushed me into the office. "Now we call the police." "No, please, call John. He will straighten this out." I begged. The last thing I wanted to do was spend the rest of the night in a jail cell. She forced me to sit in a chair and stood over me holding the telephone. For the first time that night, I truly noticed her muscular beauty. Allison's white spandex pants highlighted every glorious curve of her powerful thighs and rear. Her muscles swelled from the exertion of overpowering me but they never lost the feminine look. Much to my embarrassment, one of my muscles began to swell as well. "OK pervert, I'll call John." She said as she looked up his home phone number. While doing so, Allison place her right foot in the middle of my chest and forced me back into the chair. It was a remarkable display of strength and flexibility. Her touch caused more male swelling. As she made the call, I desperately fought off a growing sense of arousal. Unfortunately, the position on the chair made this impossible. My hands bound behind my back and the girl's foot on my chest forced me to thrust out my hips. This put everything on prominent display for my female conqueror. Soon her eyes gravitated to the wanton display of male sexuality. Allison finally removed her foot and hung up the phone. She looked down at me with a very disapproving expression and I followed her gaze down to my loins. My throbbing erection had slipped its containment and thrust proudly out of my bikini bottoms. "Well, aren't you full of surprises," came the next joke. "But your story checks out so stand up." It took me a second to understand her meaning. A big smile crossed her face for the first time that evening. Her attitude change prompted me to stand. We stood face to face in a small space between the desk and the wall. She immediately stepped forward and wrapped her arms around me. "W-W-What are you doing?" I stammered. "I'm trying to untie your hands. Now stay still, sweet heart." She whispered in my ear. I hadn't even noticed this. All of my attention had been focused on my massive tool pressed into her firm abdomen. I could also feel the crush of her bosom on my chest and smell her hot breath. A month long dry spell came back to haunt me as I began to shake uncontrollably. Allison responded by squeezing me tighter. The feel of her powerful embrace just worsened my condition. "Keep still, baby, keep still." She admonished softly. But it was no use. My body continued to respond to her touch. The girl tilted her head back and looked me in the eye. An understanding passed between man and woman. Then she reached down and kissed me deeply. I could take no more and exploded with powerful spasms of intense pleasure. Her lips never left mine until my body went limp. "Did you make a mess?" Allison asked sweetly. "Yes," came my weak reply. "Lets go clean up." She commanded, still in complete control of this bizarre situation. The girl released me and grabbed the waistband of my briefs. She led us into the lady's locker room and removed the last of my clothes. For a minute or so I stood naked and bound before her. Allison took the opportunity to apologize for roughing me up but it came across as false and patronizing. She forced me to affirm her superior strength and fighting skills. I got the feeling she enjoyed my humiliating position as her eyes hungrily devoured my lean, naked body. She finally got around to untying my hands. It took her only a couple of seconds this time around. "Go jump in the shower. I'll be along in a couple of minutes." Allison commanded with a smile. I obeyed immediately, happy to get some alone time to ponder this increasingly twisted affair. As the hot water cleansed my body and rejuvenated my exhausted muscles, my shattered male ego began to reappear. Deep down I knew my ordeal was far from over. She had been just as turned on as I and would soon seek some sort of gratification. I became determined not to let her control our budding relationship. When Allison entered the shower, all that determination started to crumble. She had the height and voluptuous appeal of a super model. Yet, under her fair skin were cords of female muscle. Her big breasts seemed to defy gravity. The beauty did a quick runway spin showing off her naked splendor. The sheer grace of her entry indicated some modeling experience in addition to her lethal combat skills. "Well, what do you think?" she asked, looking down at me. "Don't ask." I replied gruffly. It took an enormous effort not to tell her the truth. "Are you upset? Why? I said I was sorry about beating you up. It was all a big mistake." "You did a lot more than just beat me up. It was very-very-very ... humiliating." I admitted. My voice got a little shaky as the shameful truth poured out. Allison smiled sweetly. "Your just a little embarrassed at being bested by a girl. Don't sweat it. It happens to most guys at some point. I'll make it up to you after the shower. Now come over here and help me wash." I didn't even notice that she had taken control once again. Allison handed me the soap and I went to work on her back. My hands quickly ventured to other parts of her luscious body. They finally found her soft breasts and I diligently lathered every square centimeter. The big girl responded to my caresses as my stiffening member pressed against her taut rear. I had to stand on my tiptoes to whisper sweet nothings into her ear. After a couple minutes she turned and said, "I think my boobs are clean, do my feet next." "Your feet?" They weren't high on my list of priorities. My innocent question gave Allison another opportunity to demonstrate her superior strength and gave me a clue to our future. She clasped my left hand in hers and grabbed my right wrist. The amazon then forced me to my knees. Foolishly, I resisted. My male ego still did not realize I was the weaker sex. Her smooth muscles easily overcame my hard but comparatively feeble ones. Only as I gazed up at her wondrous blonde beauty did I start to understand her dominant nature. "Yes, wash my feet and do a good job." She ordered. The girl released me and spread her feet a part. And her humble servant obeyed. While scrubbing her right foot, I began to understand my submissive nature as well. My left hand gently caressed her muscular calves and I occasionally glanced up at her amazonic proportions from my prostrate position. It only seemed natural to kiss her feet at the first opportunity. The remnants of my ego rebelled at this unmanly activity. But it pleased the boss and that seemed like a good idea at the time. Next she bade me to wash her legs. I did her wonderful calves first and worked my way up to her ultimate treasure. My lips touched every inch of her inner thigh as my hands massaged her bountiful quads. Allison moaned with excitement as the bar of soap split her folds. Soon my fingers explored her private areas and found that special spot. She erupted with pleasure almost immediately. But that was just the beginning. Allison grabbed my hair with her right hand and forced me to service her orally. Not that I minded but she seemed to enjoy the strong arm approach. We continued this activity for about 5 minutes and at least that many shuddering peaks. Then the girl yanked my head back and said, "See that wasn't so bad." I could not have agreed less. My hair hurt, my knees felt like they need immediate surgery and my cheeks burned. But I knew better than complain. I just smiled as she yanked me to my feet. Her hand immediately sought out my enlarged member. "My turn," Allison said as she got on her knees and took me in her mouth. The skill that the big woman demonstrated was beyond all measure and she quickly had me on the edge. She avoided the final act and finished me off and by hand. But by that time I scarcely cared. We loitered in the shower for another five minutes and chatted in a friendly manner. Every thing seemed entirely normal until Allison decided to leave. "Let's go. I have a surprise for you." She said taking my hand and leading us out of the shower. I was too busy staring at her big jugs to respond in any way. The girl was still in charge. She dried off first then threw me the damp and only towel. My heart raced in anticipation of the surprise. Despite our previous activity, I hoped for a more conventional lovemaking session. But Allison dashed my hopes just as I got my self reasonably dry. She wore a white thong and her black sports bra. The girl handed me my red bikini bottoms. "Let's wrestle. I'll let you win." She commanded. I gazed up at the taller girl and frowned. This was the last thing I wanted to do. "Come on, it'll be fun." She responded to my hurt look. I donned my skimpy underwear knowing that I did not have a choice. We squared off in the middle of the large locker room. Allison came at me immediately and, true to her word, I took control. The girl fought back with just enough strength to make it a challenging battle. Within a couple of minutes I pinned her to the ground and loved every minute of it. The pretend victory repaired my damaged ego and the physical contact stimulated other parts of my male psyche. I glared down at her beautiful blue eyes. "I got you, sweetheart." "Do you want to bet?" Still filled with false pride, I foolishly accepted her challenge. "Bring it on, baby." And that she did. Her legs swooped over my head and crossed over my chest. A fraction of a second later, I lay on my back with her legs pinning me to the ground. Allison sat between my legs and her hands quickly invaded my briefs. "Are you going to submit or do I have to get rough." She joked while giving me a sensual massage. I rattled off a quick submission and she released me. As I got to my feet, it occurred to me that my victory somehow ended with a male submission. The speed and strength of her reversal shocked me. "Let's do it again." Allison suggested. "Go full out this time. I want to see how long I can last." "Are you sure?" "Ya, I'm a man. I can take it." I had no illusions of winning but I hoped to give her a hell of a fight. The hell of a fight lasted all of about 15 seconds. We both attacked but this time Allison steamrolled me like a power fullback blasting thru a bad tackle. I went down so fast that I did not have time to roll over. She controlled my arms, straddled my shoulders and planted her feminine treasure against my chin. All I could do was lay there and wonder what went wrong. "Girls rule." Allison said while looking down at me between her legs. From this unique vantage point, the full extent of my physical inferiority became clear. She seemed to be getting stronger and more confident at my expense. My "full out" request had turned into a male waterloo. I just wanted to go home but the buxom girl had other plans. "Kiss my pussy." She command and stuck it in my face. I complied instantly, hardly giving it a second thought. The woman felt moist and hot thru the white fabric of the thong. She grabbed my hair and forced me to continue this oral service. Unlike the shower scene, it gave her no sexual gratification. Allison simply enjoyed this wonderful exercise of girl power. Unfortunately, this female tour de force did not end there. She dropped my head and spun around. "Kiss my ass." Allison's muscular posterior, clad as it was in the white thong, ranked as the eighth wonder of the modern world. It drew me in like a moth to a flame despite my current misgivings. My lips paid homage to this wonderful visage. I felt a powerful tug at my briefs and much to my surprise the amazon ripped thru the tough, elastic fabric like tissue paper. She began to tweak my manhood and brought it to full attention. Allison lowered herself onto my face and started the grind. This turned out to be my least favorite position of everything we tried that night. My nose poked into dangerous territory and most of the girl's solid body rested on my unfortunate face. A soft moaning from on high told me that this degrading experience would not soon be over. Allison did not disappoint me. How long we maintained this current humiliation, I did not know. But my suffering had plenty of time to turn to raw anger. The feeling of complete powerlessness added to my frustration as did her playing with my aching manhood. Finally, Allison stood up and removed her bra and thong. We exchanged baleful glances. Whatever tenderness and chemistry we once shared had vanished. This had become all about power and control for the lusty female. I wanted to be anywhere but here. The girl wasted no time impaling her self on my shaft. She rode me hard and fast. Soon her eyes began to glaze with sexual pleasure. I decided then and there not to respond in kind. It was my only avenue of protest in this weird world of female domination. Allison seemed to read my intentions and increased her pace following her first climax. More shuddered thru her as she continued her frenetic assault. Finally her moaning stopped but her movements only intensified. Or perhaps it was my crumbling resistance. The girl sensed this and placed my hands on her great globes. I fought back valiantly but soon my body slid into her rhythm. My petty protest turned this encounter into a historical event as we both suffered thru an earth shattering ending. Allison collapsed with exhaustion after proving her sexual prowess and domination. I too lost consciousness for a few minutes and awoke with the sleeping vixen snuggled up on my shoulder. My final submission had changed nothing about my feelings. I quietly gathered my belongings and left the building, never to return. On my way out, I passed the morning crew opening up the place. They gave me a few odd looks. I chuckled as my thoughts turned to the naked female still sprawled out in the ladies locker room. At least I had the last laugh.