Wrestling degradation

I'm delighted to end the young man in an almost-naked grappling match in which our male and female bodies can compete and our souls can put their respective strengths to the test.Probably it's not very ladylike, but I find that for a woman there is nothing more erotic than submitting a man in wrestling. Our society believes that this is a sport where only men can rule, being physically bigger and stronger, and ignoring how much athleticism, skills and willpower can weigh in such contests. Fortunately, I know the truth, and even Jonathan is about to learn it. I seize his huge arm, bending it to the floor, a grin depicted on my face. I enjoy looking him in the green eyes for a moment before grabbing his wrist and moving my butt to his right side.With a speed given by experience, I make a rotation around his shoulder, bringing his muscular arm between my crotch and keeping his wrist tight with both my hands. The move succeeds wonderfully and the boy finds himself trapped in a painful juju gatame, known in wrestling as armbar. I pull his right wrist down, close to my firm boobs, and drop my calf on his face. Jonathan whimpers in pain and snivels unintelligible words. His shoulder is pulled unnaturally up, but even worse his fragile elbow is subjected to a painful lever, which is stretching tendons and nerves.

"Why don't you tap, loser boy?", I mock him, increasing the pressure. He makes other pitful sounds that really make me horny but refuses to submit. He must suffer and I can only guess how his emotions are flowing. In the meantime, the feeling of his elbow stuck between my legs grows both my excitement and thirst for dominion. I tuck my legs, one on his mouth and the other on his abdomen, in order to stamp my feet on his chest and face. After that, I keep his arm overextended with only one hand, skimming the other across his sexy biceps. "You don't understand, do you?", I mutter, "You are not as strong as you think, and your sexism is just a way to hide your weakness. We both know that you're only a pathetic and insecure boy. Kiss my female feet or I'll break your elbow in a way that will never heal". Jonathan groans again and makes a final struggle to free his arm. At this point I need to let him go; I could break his arm but it would be counterproductive. Even more, the stimulation around my vagina has become unbearable, and I don't want to come yet. Our game will last a bit longer, and I couldn't be happier.