Tom and I were walking down the street when we bumped into a dark-haired Girl. We were fourteen years old or so and She was a few years younger. “Look who we’ve got here,” She said. “Wanna fight, Tom? Come on, sissy, let’s fight.” It stopped Tom in his tracks and he looked mighty scared all of a sudden. I grinned, because I had no idea what was going on here. Her fury came without warning and She charged at me like a bull. She literally ran me over and I went down with a high-pitched scream. She grabbed my hair with Her left hand, rammed Her knee on my throat and punched me repeatedly in the stomach with Her right fist. Her eyes lashed out at Tom. “Sit down!” He fell down on his ass, like an uppercut boxer. I tried to fight my way out, but She almost choked me with Her knee. She pulled me up by my hair and grabbed Tom’s scalp in the process. And there we were: two brave young lads, helpless and on our knees. Unforgettable!
It’s quite a sobering day, when you realise that your Girlfriend is physically stronger than you. It happened to me a long time ago, in a time when my submissive feelings were still a big secret. I was living with Selma at the time, who was half-Asian, slim and much smaller than me. She didn’t shy away from a playful fight though. I absolutely loved it and I didn’t put much up a fight at first. It took quite some time and a long series of humiliating losses to realise that it didn’t make any difference whether or not I gave it my very best. She was too quick, too ferocious and always extremely ruthless. Although I had been dreaming and fantasising about this for ages, deep down I was still convinced that it would take a tough, well-trained Lady to pull it off. Call it the last remainders of male arrogance and male ignorance, if you like. Selma came and went without knowing anything about my submissive feelings, but She opened my eyes and made me see the truth about the weaker sex. Bless Her!