Let’s face it: we’re just a bunch a horny lemmings, eagerly ready to throw ourselves of the cliffs into the Femdom trap. That’s the reason why I love mixed wrestling so much, because it’s the closest we can get to forced submission. And who better to force us than the gorgeous Lia Labowe. She’s such a skilful, strong and ruthless fighter and I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t stand a chance against Her. I’m not saying that because I admire Her, but I honestly think it’s true. Still, I would ask Her to do Her worst, although I think you don’t have to ask for that; it comes with the package. As one of Her male opponents once wrote: “I had lost all strength in my arms from fighting back against her considerable strength, I was forced to lie back and take it as she planted her backside on my face. I’m sure it looked to all the world like I wasn’t trying at all.” What a Lady!
The Lady behind the bar served me my drink and gave me a card. Welcome to The Arm Bar it said. Underneath were some extraordinary puzzling things, like: Single Arm Bar, Single Double Arm Bar and Duo Double Arm Bar. All with the numbers 15-30-45-60 printed behind them. I had no idea what it all meant, but I didn’t want to look like an idiot, so I went for the Duo Double 60. Whatever that might be. A cocktail perhaps? I had to go upstairs, where two lovely Ladies told me to lay down and relax. A massage! Why didn’t I think of that before! Sixteen seconds later my arms were tightly locked in an armbar (aha!). The pain was excruciating, it really was. I screamed like a pig with an ulcer, but they kept me barred in agony for an hour. When I went home that night I looked like Frankenstein, unable to raise my arms and mumbling gibberish. Awesome!