20 minutes later...

There is something wrong in this, you think for a moment. Something unnatural. The evolution has made men and women different for a reason and that is a boundary that nobody should ever cross, especially a young girl with his beloved one. Yet, you did, and there is no comeback. At the very outset of your battle you were quite even, but you had a better fighting resistance, while his strength was drained away moment by moment. After the first ten minutes of combat came the first casualty of your battle, Liam's fighting spirit, utterly depleted by your painful submissions: armlocks, chokes, kimura, and several others. His powerful arms and legs could really nothing against your technique, and in no time you had already secured him in different excruciating holds.

At this point, you would have accepted his surrender if he had only agreed with your conditions: namely to strip himself naked in front of you and lick your pussy. You thought that it would have been fun, but he had kept a stubborn resistance instead, making you angry. It was back then that the real massacre had begun. You had chosen to switch your fighting style from jiu jitsu, a martial art focused on ground fight, to freestyle wrestling, which instead allows you to inflict more pain, twisting your adversary's body back and forth like a contortionist. What you knew about freestyle was just what you had learnt from movies and videos; nonetheless you had tried your best in order to deliver the most damage you could, without actually injuring him. That had worked better than you expected and in fact, if you remind correctly, it was the single leg boston crab to bring the first yell of pain out of him. Many others followed, till you got tired and resolved to strip him naked by yourself, taking off his jeans.

The last sunlight of the day is now passing trough the window, gently touching your skin. Liam is breathless face-down on the floor, and his sturdy back is a sweaty and quivering mess, literally dependent upon your whim. You sit victorious on his shoulders, dominant and yet more feminine than ever, apparently frail but more than capable of controlling your man. You slide slowly over his body, resting your boobs on his shoulders and getting closer to his neck. Liam convulses involuntary fearing the touch of your skin, the same touch that he would have embraced with joy just few hours ago. It is outstanding, you think for a moment, how much pleasure and pain are similar in their triggers and reactions.

"Yes, I know..", you whisper at him, "You made a mistake not rushing me out at the beginning. Have you been afraid of hurting me? And yes, I know that I played for distracting you...a few times. However, you can't deny that I won our battle of the sexes fair and square; if I didn't, you wouldn't be completely in my hands now..". You finish the sentence giggling and leaning forward to slightly bite his earlobe, using evilly your feet to pull out his brief, the last piece of cloth still wrapped on him. Liam panics and struggles to crawl away but you stop him, snatching his arms backwards and grabbing his balls between your toes at the same time. He starts making freakish sounds, like small oinks; you can't figure if it's either for the pain or a kind of glee. Finally, he manages to mumble something intelligible: "Sarah...I can't stand more...honey, let me goo...I'm sorry...". Hearing these words you stop his torment, asking if he had enough and if he's ready to submit to you completely. "Yes...yes..." he answers, resigned.

"Good boy...", you comment maternally, running your fingers through his blonde hair and letting him free. Your man turns to breathe again relieved but you stop his motion half-way, kissing deeply his mouth. "Not so fast!", you say in a mild sweet tone "Listen me carefully now. I must admit that you're a tough guy dear and I'm really proud of your strenght and resistance. You've been a worthy opponent. But in the end I owned you babe". You smile "So, from now on, unless you want another lesson, you will be doing whatever I'm saying, starting with that handsome cock down there...have I made myself clear, bitch?". You stress the last word on purpose to prompt a reaction, but he looks at you and simply nods his head, defeated and scared. You grin with satisfaction: your man is finally tamed.