Lovers Who Dominate Together . . . by Valerie I introduce Kelly to the joy of domination thanks to you Kelly and I had continued to grow closer after our unique meeting. She naturally had become my biggest fan during my matches at "The Queen's Dungeon". Seeing her there made me so hot that I was becoming known for my aggressiveness in the ring as I would quickly, but painfully dispatch opponents so that I could cum to a dominating finish right in front of her. And of course, she would thank me later for having her cum at - er, come to ringside. Following her suggestion, I've brought Kelly to "The Queen's Dungeon" to show her some of my favourite moves, and to teach her how to properly through punches. One of the perks of being club champion was being able to use the ring when there weren't any shows on. And this afternoon on the holiday weekend is such an occasion. I come into the ring wearing a (*) sports bra and knee length (*) spandex leggings. Kelly is sitting on the edge of the ring waiting for me, a vision in her (*) sports bra and knee length (*) leggings. "You got here early," I offer. "Couldn't wait to get started," she responds smiling broadly. "Since you accepted the idea, I haven't been able to stop thinking about it. And we've got the whole place to ourselves." "Pretty much, except for the cleaning crew up there," I say glancing quickly at someone with a mop and bucket at the top of an aisle. "But if I insist he'll leave." "It's nice to have that kind of power," notes Kelly approvingly. Then her expression suddenly changes. "Ooops, I forgot a magazine in my locker. I was going to show it to you and ask about some moves in there." "That's okay. Go and get," I respond. "I want to stretch and warm up anyway. I'll start while you're gone." As we pass in the aisle, we hug and share a brief kiss, then break the embrace giggling. While she continues back up to the dressing room, I climb into the ring. Despite the excitement I feel about this afternoon, for some reason there is something pulling at the back of my mind, but I can't put my finger on it. Deciding to dismiss it I start to do my stretches. After several minutes, I figure Kelly should be on her way back soon. As I complete my exercises, it's not a surprise that I hear movement from the other side of the ring. Since it's coming from behind me, I figure that Kelly has decide to try and sneak up on me. Playing along, I don't turn around immediately. "You're going to have to be a lot quieter than that if you expect to catch me by surprise," I say. When I don't get a response, that little tug suddenly becomes a large pull. Instantly on guard I turn around. My surprise turns to disbelief and then amusement, because there you are, standing before me in jeans and a t-shirt with a mop in your hand. "So, your defeat was so embarassing that this is the only work you can get now," I chortle. "How the mighty have fallen." In response, you take the business end of the mop and swing it at my head. Anticipating that you are desparate and stupid enough to try something like that, I am able to duck it easily. You then reverse it in your hands and try to ram the other end into my midsection. I am easily able to step to one side, causing you to miss. I grab the mop handle as you stagger past me. With you offbalance, it is very easy for me to pull you around in a circle. I give a sudden tug on the handle. Unable to hold on you are sent tumbling into the ropes you have just climbed through. Battle intense, I take the mop and snap it across my thick powerful thigh. "A sneak attack? With a weapon?" I sneer. "I know you're not man enough to handle me, but this is ridiculous." I take the two pieces and toss them over the ropes to my right. "Well, this wasn't the workout I had planned, but anything to work up a sweat I guess. Although, last time you really weren't much of a challenge," I continue, baiting you. "Your girlfriend was the one who really got me worked up. And if I remember correctly, I did a better job of getting her juices flowing than you ever did." Typically, like any man whose masculinity is called into question, you overreact. I smile as I easily duck a wild right, then left thrown at my head. Certain you have forgotten what happened to you last time, I take a step in closer, smiling more broadly. "Don't want you to hurt yourself throwing punches, sweety," I say teasingly. As expected, you throw another right at my head that I am able to block easily with my left arm. Just before I respond with my own right, I see out of the corner of my eye, your left arm moving in toward your midsection. Seeing you've have remembered a little bit from last time, I aim my own right toward your head. I see the surprise in your face as you frantically try and get your right arm over to try and block the punch. That look of surprise grows even greater and then turns to pain as my left knee drives up into your right side. With a loud grunt, you bend over to your right. Continuing to keep you off guard, I take the back of my left hand and smack you on the left side of you face. This causes you to spin away from me to your right. With your back now to me, I snap my lower right leg up into your right kidney and send you staggering and groaning into the ropes. When you hit the ropes, you manage to grab on to prevent yourself from bouncing back into the ring. As I come up behind you, you suddenly swing around with your left fist in a big arc. All in one motion, I duck the blow, spin and drive the heel of my left foot up into your unprotected guts. Air explodes out of your lungs as you double over, a tight grip on the ropes with your right hand the only thing preventing you from falling. I slide to my right in behind you and drive three short punches into your left kidney. Your left leg gives out and you lean against the ropes, moaning loudly. "Wow! You didn't tell we were going to have a live target." I look up, shaken from my combat focus by Kelly's sexy voice. "Well, it's not every day you have a 'dummy' volunteer like this. I love it when they're too stupid to have learned their lesson the first time." "You mean you know him?" asks Kelly wide-eyed. "Yah," I reply. "He figured he could take me on here one night over a year ago. He tried and failed miserably. Then his girlfriend tried. What a joke! But it was the most fun I'd had before I met you." Kelly smiles, then asks, "So now what?" "Well, I guess he wanted revenge," I reply. "He tried to ambush me. A definite no-no. So he needs to be taught a lesson. Wanna help?" "Of course," beams Kelly as she scrambles up into the ring. As she approaches, you are back on both feet, but still doubled over and gasping for air. I step through the ropes to get behind you. I then pull your arms up and away from your body, then pull down and back so I can get your arms tied up in the ropes. I then bend down and pull your feet up and back to put them behind the bottom ropes. "You wanted to learn how to throw punches," I say to Kelly as I step back through the ropes. "This way is as good as any. Come around to this side and I'll show you how it's done." As Kelly comes around to my right side, I go up to you and grab the top of your t-shirt with both hands. With a quick pull, I rip it open all the way down to your waist. Realizing what I am doing and why, you begin struggling. I immediately drive my right knee up into your solar plexus. The air explodes out of your lungs in a loud grunt. You then hang in the ropes with your head down gasping. I reach forward and begin to teasingly trace my fingers around the muscles of your six-pack. You groan in response and I look down and see the bulge in your pants begin to swell. I turn to Kelly who is looking on eagerly. "He's ready now," I say getting into postion. "Just make sure you are nice and relaxed. And make sure you put your whole body behind the punch and drive with your legs." As I say that, I drive a hard punch right into your midsection, bringing another loud grunt from you. I throw half a dozen more punches, then turn to Kelly. "Okay, your turn." With nervous anticipation, she walks over in front of you while I go to where she was standing. She obviously had been paying attention, not only today, but at my fights. Her first attempt lands on you with a solid thud. I make a few suggestions, and soon my ears are ringing with the sounds of her fists battering the beef of your body and your vocal protests of pain. After about a minute, she stops and steps back, her forehead already glistening with sweat, her face aglow. I feel my body begin to respond. "How does that feel?" I ask, as if I didn't know. "Great!" Kelly exclaims. "Good," I answer. "Now watch this." I take her place in front of you and begin using both hands, throwing punches in rapid succession to all parts of your midsection. A final ripping uppercut to the solar plexus removes the last bit of air from your lungs and your body from the ropes. You collapse in a heap at my feet gasping for breath. I look over to Kelly and see that her nipples are straining against the fabric of her sports bra. "Glad to see you're getting into this," I state as I playfully poke her left nipple with the index finger of my right hand. She moans in response, biting her lower lip, then smiles at me, causing me to smile back. I can feel my own nipples pushing out through my sports bra. "On to the next part," I continue. I go behind you, reach down and grab your arms. I pull you to your feet, then put your arms in a double hammerlock behind your back. I look at Kelly and say, "Okay, fire at will." Using mostly her right with an occasional left thrown in, Kelly drills punches into all parts of your abs, bringing loud grunts and gasps from your mouth, which is now hanging open. After a couple of minutes of this, she surprises me by driving her right knee up into your solar plexus. I release my hold and let you crumple to the mat at her feet, groaning. "You learn fast, girl," I say gleefully. "Now we're going to finish him off. Take an arm and pull." We pull you to the middle of the ring. I get down on the mat beside you, then get in position so that I can wrap my long, thick, firm thighs around your battered midsection. I begin a long, slow squeeeeeeze that soon has you gasping desparately for air. After a couple of minutes of watching you weaken, I release the hold. "Your turn, honey," I say to Kelly. She eagerly drops to the mat on the other side. The plaintive wail of complaint you make tells me her beautiful thighs (shaped very much like my own), are also python-like in their squeezability. Meanwhile I crawl around to your head so I can look down on your pain-filled face. "Now that we have both embarrassed you, super stud," I taunt, "you probably will want to send your candy-ass girlfriend over to try and get some revenge. Since I've already easily disposed of her, maybe she'd have better luck against Kelly, although by the look on your face, I doubt it. Have her request an 'afternoon beginner tryout' session (there was no such thing, but being in a position to call my own shots, I can make these things up and sort out the details later), and I'll make sure she gets a chance. You can come too, if Kelly hasn't squeezed all the guts out of you yet." Since Kelly's grip has provided you with barely enough air to breathe, I'm not surprised that you don't have enough to reply. I take off my leggings leaving only my thong. I then turn your head toward me. I manuevre so that can clamp my thighs down around your head to reduce the air you receive. And that view of my thong is as close as you'll ever get to my pussy. As I apply my head scissors I reach out to Kelly who still has her scissors clamped tightly on your waist. We begin kissing and massaging each other sending excitement coarsing through our bodies and causing the scissor holds to be applied even more tightly. We are soon so engrossed in each other that I soon stop noticing that the feeble struggles you were making have ceased. It is only when Kelly breaks her hold to move closer to me that she remembers where she is and what she's doing. "Uh, Val, do you think he's had enough?" she asks a little sheepishly while looking at you. I take a deep breath to bring myself back to the here and now, then release my hold. "Well, that look is certainly familiar," I respond as I observe your unconscious form. I then look back at Kelly and smile. "And it's even better knowing that you were a part of it."