Karen's Niece Part 1 By Karen Young Karen12613@aol.com I decide to show my 15-year-old niece the joys of female domination. It's been over three years since I first wrestled and dominated my husband. It has been the most thrilling three years of my life. I continue to workout 6 days a week. I run, lift weights, do aerobics, calisthenics, kick box. I've enrolled in several judo and grappling classes as well. My husband, resistant at first, has now adapted to his new role. He continues in his consulting business when time permits, but the lion's share of his time is now spent tending to my needs. I make sure he physically pleases me at least once per day, many days more than once. He does all of the housework, yard work, errands, etc. As for me, the transformation has been amazing. At work, I've used my newfound confidence into moving me up the corporate ladder. I now hold an executive position in the firm I work for. I travel extensively and do put in long hours. But the rewards have been worth it. I now earn three times what my husband makes, taking the last bit of control he may have felt away from him. I don't really wrestle my husband anymore. It is so completely un- competitive that it isn't fun. I still will use new grappling techniques on him to practice for my classes, and I will sometimes put him in a hold just for the physical pleasure it gives me, but it is one sided. He has learned not to resist. I found myself craving a real wrestling match again. I wanted so badly to beat a man, and show him that my feminine body can dominate his masculine body physically. Teach a man that an athletic, fit, trained woman is more than a match for him. To watch him struggle to understand that his whole world has just been turned upside down. There are clubs of course, where woman wrestle men. I've been to some and even participated a couple of times. But those men wanted to lose, expected to lose. They were mostly middle-aged submissive men, which is fine, except that they were total strangers. The excitement that I had with my husband was that he has to live with my dominance every day of his life. There is no let up, and no escape for him. I get to see how my physical superiority affects him up close. To watch him defer to me. That to me is what makes it so exciting, so thrilling. That is what was lacking so badly in the club atmosphere. I was thinking these thoughts up until about a month ago. Then fate handed me something that I hadn't before considered. I have a niece who has visited us each summer since we got married. She turned 15 this June and I was pleased to see she is turning into a stunning young lady. She and I were in the back yard enjoying some iced tea under a perfect July sky. I couldn't help but notice how physically attractive Stacy was becoming. She is a head cheerleader and an accomplished athlete. Her body fairly ripples with tone and strength. She is about 5'6" tall and maybe 125 pounds of sinewy muscle. We had worked out together this morning, as we have the past 4 mornings, and I had to admit that she is every bit as fit as I am. I am probably stronger physically, but if you factor in endurance and speed, she may be ahead of me overall. And I couldn't be more thrilled. One thing I have learned working out amongst mostly men is that men are so competitive with each other. They hate it when another man shows them up in the gym. They hide this well, but are secretly jealous of anyone stronger than they are. Women, on the other hand, are usually impressed by other women of superior strength and fitness. I can't tell you how much support I've received from other woman over these past years, encouraging me to get even stronger and fitter. Woman of all ages. And I have supported them as well. So for the past 4 days, I have enjoyed incredibly vigorous, strenuous workouts with my niece. We'd start with a 4-mile run. I usually do this in about 32-35 minutes. But with my niece pushing me, I've been running it in under 30 minutes, and I finished a half-minute behind her! Then we'd go to my gym and spend 30 minutes in the weight room. Here, I was able to impress her with my 140-pound repetitions on the bench machine. She had nothing to be ashamed of though as she knocked out several reps at 115 and 120. We took an aggressive 45-minute aerobic class and then spent 30 minutes in kickboxing. The entire time, we'd yell encouragement to each other, telling each other how good we were doing. It was a perfect workout. After, I watched, as she was totally natural when two college guys bought us drinks at the juice bar. Now, we were sipping our iced teas and relaxing. We'd just done some laps in the pool and our bodies were drying off under the hot sun. Stacy was wearing a fabulous two-piece string bikini. For a girl her age, she was surprisingly confident and comfortable with her body and her sensuality. I found myself so impressed. I remember all to well my awkward teen years where I didn't exhibit one-tenth the confidence in myself that Stacy has. She told me about school, sports, dating, everything. She is very bright and likely headed to a top college with both athletic and academic scholarships. She's a captain on the cheerleading squad, starting point guard on the basketball team and runs 400 and 800 hurdles in track. Academically, she is ranked near the top of her class with a 98.9 average. I was somewhat surprised when she announced to me that she was still a virgin. I mean, she is only 15, but she is so mature and so sure of herself, I can easily see her in a mature relationship. She confessed to some "awkward wrestling" in the back seat of a car on occasion. And truly taking after her aunt, she also confessed to enjoying self-pleasure quit often. Last night, we spent a delicious hour talking about our favorite techniques. It was naughty, erotic, and completely inappropriate and we both loved every minute of it. We were talking about all this and more when my husband, covered in sweat and grime from manicuring our lawn and bushes, approached and offered us a refill on our ice tea. We both watched his tired body as he carried the tray with two glasses back to the house. "Uncle Mike is so nice Aunt Karen. He totally worships you." I smiled. "I know. Years of training." We both laughed. I of course have told no one in either of our families what has gone on with us so Stacy had know way of knowing just how true that statement was. "I mean I never see my dad take care of my mom the way he does. My dad wont even cut the grass. But Uncle Mike does the laundry, cleans, cooks!" "Maybe your mom has never asked him to do those things." "Are you kidding!! She asks him every day. He's always too tired. It's so funny to hear them. If she ever saw Uncle Mike, she'd die!" At that point, an idea that had been nagging at me really up and surfaced. "You just have to be firm. Do the boys treat you nice Stacy?" "Yea, mostly. But I'm not stupid; they mostly just want one thing. I guess I can't blame them." We laugh again as she strikes a model's pose in her chase lounge. "Uncle Mike is different. He's all ready married yet he treats you like you're a goddess. I would love that." Mike returned with the filled glasses and I filed our little conversation away. That night, my husband was fast asleep and Stacy and I were watching some DVD's we'd rented earlier. I had been thinking about how to proceed. "I'd like you to join in my grappling class tomorrow Stacy. I think you'll enjoy it very much." "Grappling! What exactly do you do?" "It's a mix of Judo, Ju Jitsu and wrestling. Fighting techniques used for self-defense or straight competitive wrestling. It's a lot of fun." "Sounds intense. After watching you in the kick boxing class, I bet you're the top student." "You did very well yourself Stac. I think you'd really take to it quickly. And it can really help in those 'awkward wrestling' sessions." We both laughed. "Are there men in the class?" "Yea, a few." "And you wrestle them?" "Sure do." She looked surprised. "Just because we are women does not mean we can't compete against a man. You should know that as well as anyone." "What do you mean?" "Well look at yourself. You are extremely athletic and strong. Over the past 4 days I've watched you do workouts that would leave most guys in the dust. Don't you think you could handle some of the guys in your school?" She laughs a little nervously. "Yea, I know I could. Not like guys on the football team or anything, but regular guys, sure. Its funny, because Josh likes to play physical when we are making out, and he'll hold my wrists down and pretend to pin me and I just let him, even though I can get out I think. And then I'll pin him back and he pretends back. Well, I let him think that. He's not really that strong." "Well, if you join us tomorrow, I'll teach you some moves that can even help with the football players." With this, she lets out a giggle. "What's so funny?" "I'm just thinking about wrestling Josh. And holding him down.." "Go ahead Stacy." "Its silly. You'd think I'm crazy." "You can tell me anything Stacy. I promise." "Well, sometimes, when we wrestle, and I have him down, he's real tired, you know, because we've been kissing and wrestling and I guess he's out of breath so he's just down and I feel him move and struggle and it feels kind of good." She looks down shyly. "That's wonderful Stacy. There is nothing wrong with that what so ever." "There is though. I mean, Aunt Karen, I really like the way it feels so much that after he goes home, I fantasize about it." "What kind of fantasy." "The kind where I hold him down and don't let him go and he keeps struggling. Mmmmm. I'm excited just thinking about it." I get up and sit next to her and I hug her. "Stacy, you are a very special young lady. I want to share something with you that I haven't shared with hardly anyone I know. I think you will understand, but for my sake, and Uncle Mike's, I ask that you never ever tell anyone what I'm about to tell you." She eagerly nods yes. I take her inside my study and show her the first story I wrote about my husband and I wrestling. She read it word for word, gasped once, then read it again. "Did this really happen Aunt Karen?" I told her that it did. "How does it make you feel?" I asked her. "Honestly? I think it's awesome. I mean, I kind of feel bad for Uncle Mike, but that must have felt amazing to you." In one sentence, she exactly summed up my feelings on this. "It is very exciting Stacy. I am so happy I am able to share this with you. I want so badly to tell other woman how special this type of thing can be. As you can imagine, it is not something I can ever really talk about. I just had a feeling, watching you workout, and talking with you, that you are someone that 'gets it.'" We talked about it for another 2 hours. She asked so many questions and I was thrilled to be able to answer them. We got down on the carpet and I showed her some simple grappling moves that would help her get started in tomorrow's class. The next day, we did our workout again. She seemed even more driven after our conversation the night before. She did the four miles under 28 minutes. Without a break, she hit the weight room and out lifted everyone there. We did the aerobics and then the kick box. I had to practically pry her out of the kick box gym but I wanted to make our grappling class. A married couple teaches our class, both with black belts in Judo and Brazilian Ju-Jitsu. We did about 10 minutes of stretching and Stacy totally fit in with the group. There were 5 other women in addition to Stacy and I, and three men. After the stretching, the group is broken up between beginners and experienced. Stacy and a woman Alice worked with the instructors who were showing them some take down moves and some simple arm lock, wristlock and headlock moves. The rest of us paired off for 20 minutes of sparing. I was matched with Alan, as we are the top grapplers in the group today. After some friendly conversation, we began in 3-minute sessions. Alan and I are fairly even, and we went through two rounds each taking a win. This is light sparring, not that intense. I was more interested in watching Stacy. She was taking to the techniques very quickly. She all ready appeared to have a better grasp than Alice who had been coming for two weeks. After the forth bout, Stacy and Alice where paired off. The rest of the group took a breather and watched them. Our instructor blew her whistle and they began. Stacy immediately captured Alice in a headlock and then quickly used her ankle and tripped Alice to fall on her back. She pounced on her and tightened the headlock and trapped one of her arms against her body. Alice quickly tapped out with the other. The group applauded. The both resumed their starting positions. The instructor spoke some words to Alice before again blowing her whistle. They quickly locked up. Stacy then crossed her right arm to Alice's right shoulder and swept her left leg into Alice's left leg, sweeping the overmatched girl down. Stacy kept hold of Alice's right wrist and applied a simple standing wristlock while Alice wreathed in pain on the ground. She submitted and Stacy released her. The group was now in awe, as was I, at Stacy's abilities. "I think this young lady could maybe step up in rank on her first day. Would anyone else like to match against Stacy?" I secretly wanted to match her myself. She looked incredible with her spandex shorts and sports bra over her glistening skin, taught over her tight muscles. She was barely breathing. Eric, a 19-year-old soccer player decided he'd take the challenge. Eric and Stacy squared off. Eric was about 5'10" maybe 150 pounds and in very good shape. Stacy was oozing with confidence as they locked up. Eric grabbed her wrist and pulled her close and over his hip. She landed hard on the floor and I saw him smirk a little. She reached and grabbed his ankle and pulled as she scrambled up with tremendous speed. Eric fell backwards and she pounced on him, straddling him. She grabbed his wrists and tried to pin them down but he was too strong and pushed her hands up and over, eventually turning her onto her back. He straddled her and was holding her wrists down, going for a classic schoolboy pin. Stacy was kicking her legs and trying to throw Eric off and succeeded in loosening his hold. She quickly rolled onto her stomach and was able to use her legs to push herself to a crawling position. Eric fell off the side of her, but kept his legs wrapped around her in a loose scissor attempt. Stacy starting using her legs in sort of a pinwheel attempt to wiggle out. Eric actually cried out as his should was burned against the mat as he was spun around. Finally free, she jumped up quickly. Eric, clearly winded at this point was getting up when Stacy got behind him and applied a half nelson. Eric spun violently and was quickly getting frustrated because he was bigger, stronger, and better trained than Stacy but was not able to control her. She had him on his knees again and was about to pull the half nelson to get him on his back when he swung his free arm and struck her on the side of the face and head. She was thrown loose and was clearly stunned. I am sure she'd never been hit that hard by anyone in her entire life. She kind of fell back and crumpled and Eric stood up, but did not approach her as both instructors moved between them. It was good that they did because I was on the mat about to take Eric down myself. Mr. Chang shouted "Eric! That was a clear violation!! What where you thinking?" "I'm sorry". Eric was red faced. "I just lost it. She's very strong." "That's no excuse Eric. You know the rules here. No striking what so ever." Mrs. Chang had kneeled down by Stacy to see if she was ok. She said she was taken by surprise but that she'd be fine. "Eric, I am going to ask that you leave the class for the remainder of our session." "I understand." Stacy had gotten to her feet at this point. "Wait, where is he going. I didn't submit." Mrs. Chang said, "Its ok Stacy, he broke the rule. If this were a sanctioned match, you'd be declared the winner by default." "But I can beat him. Don't let him leave now. I want to finish." I went to Stacy. "Its ok. You did great." Eric was talking with Mr. Chang. "Aunt Karen, I want to go on. Please let us finish." Mrs. Chang heard us and went to her husband. After some talking, they told Eric to come back and that the match would continue. I told Stacy to not be concerned with the perfect hold. The object is simply to gain a submission. The class formed a ring around the match now, as everyone was riveted on the outcome. Stacy and Eric squared off again and Stacy quickly got control, wrapping her legs around one of his and causing Eric to fall backward. She was almost sitting on him, with her leg hooked in his and she put her hand in behind his knee and pulled him into a cradle hold. She wrapped her arm around his neck and was trying to lock the hold. He was pushing her off with his hands when she quickly went into a tuck, rolling onto her back, pulling him on her. She used her knee to push his free leg away. He put his hands to the mat and she was able to lock the hold; on arm around his neck, the other under his knee, she rolled forward again, and held him sort of on her lap. It was a terrific hold and he was squirming. She quickly moved positions, straddling his trapped leg and sitting on it, forcing it into his body. She held one of his arms and pulled herself down on him. He was in excruciating pain when she got to one knee. "Give Eric!" "No way!" Our instructors where on each side of them, about to break it up. Stacy pressed down harder, folding her knee, really pressuring the hold. "Come on Eric, let's end it." Eric's face was turning red. He reached up with his free hand to try to move Stacy off of him but it was no use. She had him, and there was nothing for him to do but grope at her strong shoulders. I could barely conceal my excitement. I knew he was about to submit, and I actually was hoping he wouldn't, that's how much I was enjoying her domination of him. After a few more moments, he slapped his hand down on the mat. "Damn! I give". Stacy quickly released him and jumped straight up in the air. She landed and did an immediate back flip in celebration. When she landed from that, she realized that everyone was watching her and she blushed in embarrassment. Eric was still on the ground when she offered her hand to help him up. To his credit, he accepted it. When he was standing in front of her, he apologized. On the drive home, Stacy could barely conceal her excitement. "Oh my God. That was the most amazing thing I have ever done. I can't believe how much fun that was." "You should be very proud of yourself Stacy. Eric is a very skilled grappler. You were awesome." "Aunt Karen, I want to do it again." "You are welcome to join the class. You obviously have the skills." "No. I want to do it for real. Like you did." "I see", I told her. "And I understand. Lets sleep on it and we can discuss tomorrow." Please email comments to karen12613@aol.com