Who's the lady?

How many women can say to have brought a big buy to tears, and not trough words or psychological tricks, but with fists and wrestling holds? A friend of mine once said that the power of a man lies in his arms, while that of a woman in her tongue; I never understood that statement. Jonathan is naked on the floor, wrecked and handsome as only a defeated warrior can be. I destroyed his body and spirit in this fight and now it's time to bend also his mind to my will. His belt is over the floor; I take it and tie his ankles thightly together. He is stuttering something but I don't care. "It's funny..." I say, while my hands work around the knot, "I watched a movie the other day and this convicted rapist was explaining to the police that when a woman is abducted the criminals tie her feet to prevent running, whereas with a guy they tie his wrists afraid of a possible reaction. You are so patethic that I'm treating you like a female...". "Hold on...what...let me go...", he pleads, quite shaked. I laugh, grab the knotty belt and lift his feet; at the same time I put my foot onto his erected cock, pressing it down. Jonathan screams and his legs come up, while the ass remains on the floor. As soon as his feet are tall enough and the plants up right, I rise my hand and start slapping them unmercifully. The guy screams again. I can only guess what can a man feel to have his feet spanked and his cock trampled by a topless lady looming over him.

This is the kind of experience that marks a person forever...at least, this is what I hope. "Please Karoline...pleease what can I dooooo?", he howls, "You are the better fighter...noooo....stoop..I was an idioot....I apologiize...sorry I'm still young...stop hurting mee! I couldn't imagine...". He is making up humiliating sentences to move me to compassion, and I love it. "So, do you admit that you're not a real man, but just a pussy boy?", I ask, keeping the punishment of his already red plants."Yes, I am a pussy..." he sobs. I don't need to turn to know that he's still crying. I urgently need to masturbate but that requires the right environment; fortunately everything was settled beforehand. I give to the guy some rest, release his feet and go to fetch my surprise for him. When I go back, he is triyng to crawl away; tiyng him up wasn't a bad idea after all. I force his back on the floor again, and then take my slips off. "Karoline....waaait...", he mutters, while I weight my ass over his face, and my feet upon his two laying arms."Lick my hole and shut up. I know that you love bossing female around...but that's only because YOU are the real lady. And I'll show you...". That said, I pull out the vibrating cock rings that I've bought for the event, and lace them one around his balls and the other on the tip of his large erected dick. The two vibrators start their unmerciful job stimulating the guy's penis, but not enough to make him cum. That is a real sexual torture. Jonathan is freaking out under me but there is nothing that he can do, except bulging his biceps in vain below my ankles and rubbing his mouth against my perfectly shaped ass. "Oh, all that masculinity in display and you're groaning and criyng like a child...", I mock him, as my hand moves on my clitoris. "Pleaaaseee...I suuubmit....", the guy's muffled voice speaks. This is the worst humiliation that I ever dispensed to anyone, and I am glad that it's the biggest of my opponents suffering it, the one against whom victory was almost impossible. Yet, the manlier they are, the harder they fall.

"This is the retribution for all the girls that you've bullied in your life, my daughter included...", I moan, squirting a liquid out as I cum. Finally satisfied, I turn the vibrators off. "Noooo...", Jonathan says. Poor kid, probably he was so close! The guy's dick slowly turns normal, but the stimulation was too powerful, and some yellow drops start pouring out. "Is the kid getting wet??", I laugh at him "You don't need a condom my dear, but a diaper...". I turn around one last time, putting his arms under my knees in a classic schoolgirl pin. I look the guy in the eyes and I don't see anything of the man that was standing up in front of me just minutes ago. I can barely see his face, partially covered by my victorious pussy. "What we have determined today is not only who's stronger, but also our true beings. You tried to act like a man and you failed. You tried to be like your father, but you're a gentle and frail man instead. I appreciate this aspect of you and you should either. "Listen, this is how your life is changing right now." The big boy nods his head as I explain my conditions.