Pam was in her local supermarket just after lunchtime, loading up her trolley. She was reaching to get something from the shelf when something told her she was being watched. She looked to her right to see a man suddenly look away. He’d been looking down, maybe towards her feet. Pam thought nothing more of it, she was very used to getting admiring glances. Five minutes later, though, in a different aisle, the same thing happened with the same guy. This time he took a second or two to look away. Pam noticed he’d been looking at her sexy leather boots. Maybe this guy was just what she was looking for! She walked up to him – he was now pretending to read the label on a tin of soup – and she took a packet of soup off the shelf then deliberately dropped it by his feet. He bent down to pick it up for her. As his hand picked it up she put one foot on his hand and, putting mild pressure on, stopped him from moving his hand.

“Do you like my boots?” she enquired. He looked up at her, down at her boots, and then back up at her with a puzzled look.

“Yes, they’re rather nice”, he said, very embarrassed.

“Good. Now put your basket down and push my trolley for me. Then you can help me carry my shopping back to my flat”.

Back to the lair

She turned and walked off, knowing that his eyes would again be admiring her short leather skirt and shiny knee boots. Sure enough, a few seconds later, she heard the sound of the trolley being pushed after her. He had no idea what she was up to. Had he pulled?? It was worth finding out. Pam had known from an early age how to use her feminie wiles to manipulate men. The poor guy didn’t know it, but he was like a fly that had just landed in a spider’s web. She was about to wrap him up in her silken threads!

She walked briskly back to her flat, letting him struggle to keep up whilst carrying six or seven bags of heavy shopping. Once in the kitchen she told him to unpack whilst she put everything away. That done, she instructed him to follow her. The conversation was minimal, he kept expecting her to let him know what was happening, perhaps to make a move on him. Well, she was about to make a move on him, but not the type he was hoping for! She led him into a large room which was free of furniture, but with the floor entirely covered in mats, the thick type used in wrestling gyms and martial arts. She beckoned him in and then closed the door behind him.

“OK, this is where I train you to become my assistant by, amongst other things, licking by boots and feet’”, she announced.

He looked at her even more puzzled.

“You’re joking, right?”

She offered him her hand, as if to shake hands. Well, if his first mistake was to have been caught looking at her boots, then his second was to accept the handshake. She pulled him firmly towards her, turned round and flipped him over her shoulder. He landed flat on his back at her feet, the mat breaking his fall nicely.

“I don’t do jokes……. but I do have a blackbelt in judo!!” she said, looking down at him. She stood back to let him up. When he was back on his feet she offered him her hand again.

“Sorry…” she said. He warily accepted her handshake of apology. Mistake number three! She flipped him onto his back again. This time she maintained a grip on his arm and, when he was at her feet, she followed up by placing a foot on his neck, pulling his arm straight so that the elbow was positioned against her leg. She levered against the joint, applying a painful armlock. She got him to submit pretty quickly, but she kept the pressure on.

“Lets start with those boots, shall we? If you want to submit, LICK!” She positioned her boot enticingly close to his mouth. There was no response. She upped the pressure on his trapped arm. He groaned and started caressing the shiny leather with his tongue.

“You DO like my boots, don’t you??!!” she gloated. “I can see that we’re going to get along famously!” She let him continue for a while. She enjoyed doing this to a guy, she was letting him know that she was in control, she was starting to train his mind.

She released his arm and let him stagger to his feet. She grabbed his right arm with her left hand, slipped her right arm behind his back and executed a deft hip throw on him. The moment his back hit the mat she followed up by stepping over him, still gripping his arm, and then sitting down near his shoulder. She placed both her legs strategically over his chest, pinning him to the ground, whilst manouevring his arm in to a position where his elbow was on her thigh. Then she pulled down on his wrist with both hands, levering against his elbow joint.

“Juji-gatame!” she announced triumphantly. She was referring to the name of the judo hold she now had him in, but it meant nothing to him. He was only aware of the pain he was in.

“Submit, submit!” was his reply, tapping on her leg with his free left hand. She didn’t ease the pressure at all; she merely moved her left leg so that her left boot was in front of his face. He couldn’t understand why she wasn’t easing up until he saw her boot in front of her face. He recalled how she had just made him submit in the last hold so he immediately started licking her boot. It had the desired effect – she eased up the pressure.

“You’re learning fast,” she said, almost patronizingly. He was indeed! She let him continue for 30 seconds or so, then she swapped legs to let him lick her right boot, all the time keeping him nicely immobile in the hold.
“Good boy, you’re doing ever so well!” she taunted. Then she released him and rose to her feet.

Wrapping him up…..

Once he had staggered to his feet, he found her standing in front of him, just waiting to pounce. He was too slow to evade her lunge for his right hand. She grasped a couple of fingers and bent them back. She liked starting off like this, with a small hold, and then progressing until she was in total control.

“Give me your other hand”, she commanded. He was in no position to refuse. She grabbed a couple of fingers there and bent those back as well. Now she stood right in front of him and looked him square in the eye.

“ON….YOUR….KNEES….”. Her tone of voice was imperious. He crumpled before her. She just loved these moves where she was able to exhibit her mental as well as her physical dominance. She was undeniably sexy, and she knew how to dominate a guy physically, but she also had the intelligence to use these weapons to control her victims totally.

She draped her right leg over his left shoulder, her knee by his ear, and hooked her calf behind his head. She then pulled his right wrist across her right thigh with both hands and lowered herself so that her back was on the floor. Finally she hooked her left leg over her right foot, trapping him. She pulled hard on his arm and squeezed powerfully with her legs.

“San-gaku-jime!!” she declared, smiling at him. She had him completely now and she knew it. It was also called a’ triangular choke hold’. Her bent right leg formed two sides of the triangle and his own arm, which she was pulling across him, formed the third. Her left leg was used to squeeze her right leg together, thus putting pressure on his neck. He submitted straight away.

“I haven’t even started yet!” she said contemptuously, squeezing even harder. She watched him closely. She would be the judge of when he was ready to submit – she could tell from the colour of his face and his bulging eyes! The poor guy was either glancing at her silken knickers only a few inches from his face, or looking pleadingly at her to see if she would ease the pressure. She enjoyed watching his discomfort, knowing she was turning him on with the proximity of her sexy body, yet torturing him with her deadly embrace. What POWER!! She was in her element. He tapped a submission again and this time she accepted and eased the squeeze. She hadn’t finished her demonstration of superiority yet, though.

She used her grip to force him onto his side, then she raised herself off the floor so she was kneeling over him, all the while keeping him trapped in her leg hold. She made sure she had his arm correctly positioned and then levered against the elbow joint, whilst also squeezing hard with her leg choke again. He submitted again, this time to both holds simultaneously. She peered down at his reddened face.

“You’re so helpless, aren’t you?” He looked at her smiling down at him and tried to nod as best he could. He knew she was right, he felt like a rag doll in her hands, the way she was tossing him around and making him submit so easily. He could see that she was getting pleasure from this – that scared him!!

Majestic

When she had let him go and he had managed to summon the energy to stand again, she repeated her previous move of forcing him to his knees with both her hands applying finger locks. This time, though, she made him roll onto his side by pulling his arm that way. Then she forced him onto his back and stood over him, one foot either side of his head, still bending his fingers to control him. She knew that from where he was, she would look simply majestic.

If this was a video, the camera would now pan upwards to show the view from his perspective;firstly her sexy boots, then her well-toned legs, her thighs disappearing under her black leather skirt, her gorgeous panties, her flat, bare midriff, her short black top, and finally her pretty face smiling down at him. She noticed that his eyes couldn’t resist the view up her skirt.

“I see you also like my lingerie! Don’t worry, you’ll get a close up view real soon! What colour are my panties?”
“….green…” he stammered. He was right, she was wearing her favourite pale green lingerie.

“Now, lick my …………LEFT boot!, she said, pausing for effect. His head dutifully turned and started to lick. She was glad to see that there was no hesitation now, she was breaking him in nicely. She released his hands and stood there, hands on hips, watching him salivating over her boot. She knew he wouldn’t try to move now!

“RIGHT boot”. He turned his head and carried on. She unzipped the back of her skirt and wriggled it over her hips, letting it fall onto his face before kicking it to one side.

The queen takes to her throne……

“Look at me”. She wanted his full attention now – he turned his gaze upwards again. She stepped backward and then lowered herself slowly, looking at him all the time. It was like she’d hypnotized him, he was unable to do anything but watch this goddess lower herself onto his chest. She pinned his upper arms with her shins, knelt over him, carefully placed each of his wrists in the crook of her knees and lowered her full weight onto his chest, thighs gripping his face. She sat there, hands on hips, her panties a few inches from his nose.

“Can’t you move? Or maybe you don’t want to move?” Both were actually correct. He tried to unseat her but, with both arms trapped, the pin was way too good for him. His eyes again either gazed at the shimmering fabric of her beautiful lingerie or looked pleadingly into her eyes for some end to this agony. She eased herself forward slightly.

“You may kiss my panties if you want to submit”. He knew he was unable to escape, he pursed his lips and kissed the front of her panties several times. She knew that once she had a guy licking her boots and kissing her panties at her command, then she had emphasized her dominance over him. He was truly under her control now!

She raised herself to her knees, turned around so that she was facing his feet and placed one knee either side of his head, so that her beautiful bum was over his face. You only have to watch wildlife programmes and see the powerful effect of female posteriors on males in apes and dogs, for example, to realize that it has a similar effect in humans.

“Kiss”, ordered Pam. He raised his head and kissed the seat of her knickers. There was the sound of leather upon leather as she crossed her boots, locking him into a reverse head scissors. Leaning forward on her hands, she squeezed powerfully. His eyes watched, fascinated, as he could see the small muscles in her lower back rippling under her skin. It was ‘Heaven and Hell’. He loved the shimmering material hugging her beautiful bum, yet her thighs were cutting off his air and the blood to his brain. His hands tried prising apart her thighs to ease the pressure but it was hopeless. He tapped out. She released him from her scissors, allowing his head to drop to the mat.

Then, with her booted feet either side of his head to hold his face in place, she sat slowly…… Once in position, she put her hands on her hips, adjusted herself slightly to make sure she had sealed off his air, and waited……. His arms were pinned by her legs, so after a few seconds he tried to tap out by using his fingers on her boots. She could also feel him kissing her, just to make sure she realized he couldn’t breathe and wanted to submit!! She let him panic for a few seconds before raising herself slightly. He gulped air for two or three seconds, then she lowered herself again, waiting for the next submission…… She did this several times, just to let him know who was in charge here!!

The Venus Fly-Trap……..

Once they were both back in a standing position she grabbed his right arm, swung under his arm and wristlocked him from the side.

“Now…….SIT”, she commanded. He quickly obeyed. Still applying the wristlock, she sat near his right shoulder.

“Look up at the ceiling”. He did so, half expecting to see something written there for him. She simply wanted him to expose his nice, vulnerable throat, though, by tilting his head back. She swung her right leg up and over his head and across his throat, her knee by his windpipe. She then used this leg to pull him down him onto his back. There was the ominous sound of leather upon leather again, as she crossed her ankles. It was, for him, like the sound of a prison door closing.

By the time his back hit the floor he was in another of her powerful scissors, her left knee under the back of his head. With his free left hand he tried to unhook her ankles but they might as well have been welded shut. The submission took about 15 seconds, he tapped her leg to admit he was helpless again.

She moved her right foot and, placing it on the side of his face, forced his head to turn and look at her. She pointed to the front of her panties.

“KISS!” He was powerless to resist. He shuffled across the mat on his back. Now, for those of you who don’t know what a venus fly trap is, it is a plant that attracts insects with its honey-like odour. As soon as the insect lands, the two leaves spring shut, trapping the insect for days whilst it is slowly digested by the juices of the plant. The instant his lips touched the fabric of her lingerie, she clamped her thighs shut again, trapping him once more in her leggy embrace.

Pam the python princess ...

She hadn’t completed the hold yet, though. She instructed him to put his left hand through her legs, where it was promptly trapped in the scissors as well. She placed his right wrist under her armpit, coiled her left hand under his elbow and linked her hands together. She could now apply fierce upward pressure to his trapped arm when required.

“GOTCHA!” she declared triumphantly, “you’re a little bit helpless, aren’t you? Now, as you can’t tap your submission with both hands trapped, and as you will find it difficult to speak, we’ll have a little system. If you want to submit to my scissors, tap your left foot on the ground, if you want to submit because of my armlock, tap your right foot. You may tap both feet if you need to!!

“Now, listen carefully. Before we start, I will give you one last chance to escape. If you can get out of this hold, then you are free to go. If you submit, then you become my assistant! Simple really! OK, try and escape!”

He didn’t like the sound of what she meant by ‘assistant’, so he was determined to try and get out of her holds on him. Summoning every last bit of energy he had left, he bucked and writhed for all he was worth, like a rodeo horse trying to unseat it’s rider. For fifteen or twenty seconds he thrashed around as much as he was able to. Pam could easily have subdued his struggling by applying pressure with either of the two holds she had him in. But she let him squirm! It was like a rat caught in the coils of a python – the python doesn’t kill by crushing, just from slowly stopping its victim from breathing.

After a while the guy’s brain realized escape was impossible and that unconsciousness was imminent due to lack of air. He immediately relaxed every muscle in his body and lay there, gasping air back in as well as he could, given the stifling hold he was in.

At that point, she knew she’d crushed the last ounce of resistance from his brain. Now she delivered the ‘coup de grace’, to let him know she was totally in control of him. She squeezed powerfully with her thighs. A few seconds later he tapped his left foot on the mat. She squeezed his arm – he tapped his right foot. She squeezed with both holds – he tapped both feet! Such delicious control, she smiled to herself!!

“You are a fast learner!”, she mocked. “I think you are beginning to realise that, once I have you in one of my delectable holds, you CANNOT escape - so why waste your pitiful energy trying??!!”

He was still gasping for breath between her thighs, his face smothered by her panties. She knew that this hold had totally imprinted her into his brain – he would never forget this moment! Currently, if you could see inside his brain, all you would see is a smouldering mass of neurons, sparking like a burnt-out computer! Poor sod, an hour ago he was minding his own business in the supermarket, now he had been reduced to a helpless jelly by this……..divine lady!! She toyed with him a while longer, getting him to tap out with one or both feet.

“So helpless……!!!”, she loved to rub it in!

Worshipping her feet………

Eventually she released him from her deadly embrace. Once he had staggered to his feet she quickly manoeuvred him, by means of a simple wrist lock, to a position where he was kneeling on all fours. She straddled his back, coiled her legs around his waist and scissored him. He knew when he heard her leather boots crossing that he was in trouble again! She also slipped her right forearm under his throat, placed her right hand in her left elbow, left hand on the back of his head. She had him in a sleeper as well! She rolled onto her side, taking him with her. The sleeper brought an almost instantaneous submission. She eased up enough to let him breathe.

“Take my boots off……” she instructed. Pam unlocked her ankles and brought her knees up towards him. He couldn’t look down easily because of her hold on him but, with a bit of fumbling, he found the zips and managed to slowly remove her boots. She extricated her leg from under him, slid up to near his shoulder and grabbed his wrist. She bent his arm over, palm towards shoulder, and then wristlocked him by bending his hand at 90 degrees to his wrist and pulling the palm of his hand towards her. He was forced onto his back and he yelped in pain. She placed one foot on the side of his head and again forced him to look at her. She wanted to watch this carefully! The other foot was placed in front of his mouth.

“Well, well, well. You submitted in that crucial hold, the one you couldn’t escape, quite a few times actually! So…….you are mine now! Show me your devotion by licking my feet!!”

His tongue started to caress her gorgeous foot, working carefully around the toes, sucking and licking. She was sitting up, looking down at him as he worked. Occasionally he looked up to see her smiling at him approvingly, obviously enjoying his efforts. There was the odd gasp of pain as she tugged on his wrist for extra effect. She loved to see a guy that she has wrestled into total submission worshipping her like this! Sometimes the shopping wasn’t so boring after all!

She let him worship for ten or fifteen minutes.

“OK, in case you are wondering what this is all about, you are now my wrestling assistant. Two or three times a week I will call you and you will come here to be my wrestling partner. Well, I say partner….., you will actually spend most of the time in mid-air or on your back, but I think you will enjoy it. I will practise my moves out on you, as well as trying out new moves that I can use in my videos. You will occasionally feature in those as well!

"What time do you finish work tomorrow?”

“5 o’clock.”

“Report here at six.” She knew that already he was thinking of excuses for his wife/girlfriend/ whoever, to clear the decks so that he was free at six tomorrow night. She stood over him.

“Kiss” she commanded, for the last time, offering him her beautiful foot. Then she let him out of the flat. She knew he would be back at six the next evening - he was totally under Pam’s control now!

She went off for a shower, smiling.