I met with a wrestler from Vegas, Gabrielle Hames, this was over ten years ago. She is 6' 200, and was solid as a rock. I am not trained, but i am quite strong, stronger back then, I have a lifetime of physical work behind me, 5'9" 220. but not quite all rock, but very strong. I asked for a submission style wrestling, but even had I given it my all I doubt the outcome would have been any different. Every time I put up any kind of a fight, her arms were locking around my neck, I was helpless. I spent almost the entire match on my back, under her, she crushed pinned, and squeezed me. Her scissors around my chest and stomach were devastating, Sometimes when i was to weak to resist at all, she simply moved upwards, and planted herself on my face, which was a challenge as i was short of breath to begin with. She was in total control, and she promised not to go so easy on my the next time. Easy ??? I never passed out, but I struggled for breath, and was helpless beneath her the whole time.
I have seen other wrestlers, some competitive body builders, but none could dominated and control me the way Gabrielle did. One woman was surprised as it was obvious to the both of us that i could take her leg squeezes all night long, It was a fun sensation, but by no means painful. Another once asked me to lay down, she pinned my arms, and challenged me to move her, and I did easily. I sometimes wish the fetish wrestlers could simply flip a switch, to make me weak as a kitten, or take some super serum, as so many out there, I have to let win.
I haven't been active for some time, and I am now older, and weaker than I was, late fifties, But I really dig the feeling of helplessness, This can be achieved through bondage also, I never tried bondage wrestling, but this also would make my arms, and such which are so necessary for pins unusable. There is something so special about a woman who can physically overpower
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Robert
