I pestered and provoked the Girls, hoping they would beat the crap out of me. I must have been a real jerk, but I couldn’t control my submissive longings. Karin would always rise to the occasion. She would grab my fingers and reduce them to carrots or pluck me like a chicken. One day She twisted my fingers and forced me all the way down to the ground. She put Her foot on my head and pushed down with force. “You better not move,” She threatened. The other Girls joined the fun and were now standing in a circle around me. One foot was enough to immobilise me, and all the strength drained from my body. In the following weeks something extraordinary happened, because Karin became some sort of heroine. Not just for the boys, but for the Girls as well. The Girls flocked around Her on the playground and they would do anything to be Her friend. That’s why I love the Victory Pose so much, because it brings back such good memories.
She sat there, hands on Her thighs, looking down on me. She pressed down hard on my arms with Her legs, Her crotch resting on my chin. I was completely beaten and helpless. She could hold me there for as long as She wanted and there was nothing I could do about it. The Female Domination palette is dazzlingly beautiful and yet I would trade it all for the Schoolgirl-Pin. It’s so powerful and so mesmerising. It’s a never-ending love-song really, and a treasure each picture like a priceless artefact. And the Schoolgirl-Pin opens the door to so much more, doesn’t it. She can smother you into a red herring, drown you in spit, slap you unconscious, remove your hair while She’s at it, tickle you to death or play pool with your balls. So to me the Schoolgirl-Pin is the most glorious, victorious and powerful humiliation ever. Priceless!
My personal trainer (aka Wild Bull) showed me the difference between the uppercut and the lower end, between knocked out and knocked up. I worked on my technique, ran like a rabbit and went on a diet. So I was ready to crumble that day. My opponent was a good looking Lady called Demolitia. Silly name, I thought. When the bell rang for the 1st round I came at Her like a madman. She was quicker than a slimly eel in a bucket of snot, so I knocked out some air without ever hitting Her. Her first punch felt like being run over by a freight train. A long one. She could’ve finished the match there and then, but She didn’t. She wanted me to suffer. So I had several close encounters with the canvas, but Her punches were hard enough to knock me down, not out. She took me up to three hammering and humiliating rounds, then She got tired of me. She landed a devastating uppercut on my chin and it was all starry, starry night after that. She put Her foot on my head in a victory pose and the crowd went crazy. What a knock-out!
As said before, Female Domination is more than whips, canes or playing pool with your nuts. I love the little, almost insignificant things as well. Take the victory pose for example. It’s such a simple, but at the same time such a powerful statement. And so humiliating for the victim! One foot is enough to keep him pinned to the ground. One foot that tells the whole story of Female Power and male weakness. True, the victory pose is closely related to mixed fighting and such, but that doesn’t mean Mistresses can’t use it as well. Take picture number nine for example. That’s not just a snapshot, that’s a piece of art! The slave is battered, bruised and broken and the victory pose of that Mistress is so powerful. One foot, that’s all it takes, just one foot.