Weak elbows!

I know his weak points and - instead of intimidating me - feeling the man's strenght just refreshes my determination. There is no time to waste. While he rises up his upper body again, I swiftly fold my right arm around his left elbow and make the same move with our opposite arms. I stare him in the eyes for a long moment, watching his expression changing as he realizes my next move. "No, not this...", he murmurs, almost inaudible, but it's too late. I pull his arms backwards and upwards at the same time with all my weight. He screams, at first in a deeper tone and then reaching high-pitching sounds. Technically, this is a Kansetsu Waza or double frontal joint lock, and normally it's quite painful. But, given the condition of the guy's elbows, the pain for him must be excruciating. Jonathan kicks his legs in the air, just incapable of speaking. The bulging biceps are swelling before me, powerful symbols of male pride that are turning into an unexpected source of pain. He is leaning his torso backwards, desperately trying to relieve the pressure, but my weight and strength are enough to stick him in the hold. "Pleeease, stop it! Please stooop!", he whines, scratching the floor with his bare feet.

"I promised you that you'd have implored me in the end...", I evilly remark. "Yes...yes...", the guy rumbles, "I'm sorry...I'm begging!". It's unbelievable...the giant is really asking for my mercy! I have pity of him and let his arms go. Jonathan tumbles back and hits the floor behind. My ass slides forward and take a seat on his pecs as it was a bench made of human flesh. "Have you ever kissed a woman's foot?", I ask, and without waiting for a response, I lay my sole upon the guy's mouth. "I want you to ask for my forgiveness and then strip completely naked," I command, using my toes to play with the hairs of his short beard. The boy doesn't respond nor move, as if he's holding his breath, triyng to figure out a way out. Sensing the hesitation I sigh, grab his arm, put my knee on his face and start bending his elbow back again in a spiteful Ude Gatame. The lament that follows is worth of a 1000 words, and it's just ironic how the biceps that were so intimidating before are turning into my favorite entry point to discipline him. "Okay Mrs Jenkins! I beg your pardon and I'll strip, just leave me alone !" he squeals. "Where is the proud guy doing martial arts?? I like this one much more sissy boy. Now what I've asked...". Reclutanctly, Jonathan unbottons his jeans and takes everything off.