Stories - a slaves Rendition

	NO HOLDS BARRED (submitted by: Mistress Porsche Lynn [website]) (written by: Lolita [email]) Competitive, submission style wrestling match, grappling, martial arts, physical domination, lift and carry, smothering and strangling, humiliation "The wiggly wimp," as he was named by the Mistresses of The Den of Iniquity, had seen pictures of Mistress Porsche Lynn elegantly displayed above the wrestling ring for months as he awaited the Mistress's return to New York City. His heart raced as he sat on the mat readying himself for the task of taking the brutal punishment of Porsche's wrestling session. He hoped he would be lucky enough to come out of the room with his manhood intact. Mistress Porsche Lynn entered the room silently. The dim lights accentuating the perfect tone of her muscular, cat-like body. Her long, powerful legs seemed intimidating as she slowly strode toward him, with an evil grin on her full, pouty lips. "So, " Porsche smirked playfully, "do you think you're ready to take me on, wimpy? " The sight of Mistress Porsche Lynn standing right in front of the wimpy, pathetic excuse for a man was almost laughable. She flexed her well defined biceps and posed in anticipation of her victory over the wiggly wimp. "I've heard a lot about you, little wimp. " The wimp felt his cock grow in his speedos as Porsche said his name. "The other Mistresses tell me that you stare at my pictures whenever you come here and that you pester them about getting a session with me. You must have an awful lot to prove, little man. I hope your skill proves greater than your pathetic cock." Mistress Porsche Lynn assumed an attack stance and looked deeply into her opponent's eyes. The wimp felt his erection shrivel in his goofy underwear as Porsche's stare cut right through him. Porsche Lynn moved toward the wimp with unearthly speed, and before he knew what was happening, she swept him off his feet and held him suspended in a fireman's carry on her strong back. Porsche exhaled as she threw the wimp onto his back. "This is your place, wimp, at my feet." Porsche grinned her pouty mouth at the wimp as he lay prone and stunned. "I like to stun my prey before I devour it." Mistress Porsche Lynn flipped the wimp over on his side and grabbed his right wrist and left ankle and pushed the ball of her foot against his skinny ass and pulled as she flexed her well-toned leg muscles. "Owww. " The wimp whined and grimaced as he felt the power of Porsche's expert skill contort his limbs painfully. As the wimp lay helpless in Mistress Porsche Lynn's firm grip, he realized that he might have gotten himself into more than he was ready to handle. "I don't know about you, wimpy, but I feel just about warmed up right now. " Porsche gloated over the wimp as she pressed her strong, sexy toes into his wimpy ass cheeks. With cat-like grace, Mistress Porsche Lynn slid her long, muscular limbs around the wimp’s body and seductively maneuvered her arms under his pathetic body to apply a full nelson. Porsche wrapped her fingers around the back of his neck seductively and clasped her hands firmly. The wimp made a pathetic attempt to struggle against the powerful hold. "Do you honestly think you can escape my grasp? " Porsche pushed the wimp's face into the mat hard. "I am a fully trained in several martial arts. You don't stand a chance against me with your pathetic technique and undisciplined body. Why don't you just give up now?" The wimp groaned submissively. The powerful Goddess Porsche Lynn was indeed to much for him to take. He felt so ashamed and loathed his puny form. He tried again to wriggle free and felt Porsche push her toned body against his. The feeling of Porsche's smooth, muscular flesh made his cock bulge down into the padding of the wrestling mat. "Despite your obvious lack of training, I admire your desire to match up to me on a wrestling mat. It takes a lot of balls to mess with Mistress Porsche Lynn! So I'll help you out a little. I'm going to show you some of my more advanced grappling moves and give you a taste of wrestling Martial Arts style! " Mistress Porsche Lynn swiftly pushed her long, powerful arms against the wimp's and wrapped them the opposite way to push his body into a position of complete submission. "Mmmffff... " The wimp muffled some unintelligible stupidity as his mouth was pressed against the hard padding of the wrestling mat as Porsche locked her knees around both sides of his torso. "Awww, poor baby, is this too much for you? I'll lighten up a little on the poor, submissive wimpy boy. " Porsche laughed as she let go of the wimp's arms. He struggled to catch himself before his head smashed into the mat, but before he could take another breath, Mistress Porsche Lynn had slid her long fingers around his throat and placed her heavenly ass on his to rock her body back and pull his head up in a painful contortion. The wimp gasped for breath and felt the world growing dim. Porsche's languid form shone like Goddess flesh as she moved her long limbs to pin the wimp in a contortionist grappling hold. Suddenly, the wimp found himself with his legs up over his head and his ass in the air, pressed firmly beneath Porsche's powerful pelvis. Porsche pinned the wimp's legs down over his head and wrapped her legs around him to position her pussy just above his head. "Ohhh." The wimp moaned as he felt the sweaty fabric of the crotch of Mistress Porsche Lynn's wrestling suit rub against his face. He could feel the heat of Porsche's excitement inches away from his mouth. The wimp's silly speedos bulged as his cock swelled, about to burst. "Pathetic little wimps like you deserve to get their heads' crushed between my powerful thighs. You deserve to be completely smothered in my pussy until you pass out! " Mistress Porsche Lynn laughed cruelly as she caught the wimp's head between her muscular thighs and crushed him in her infamous leg scissors hold. The pressure of Mistress Porsche Lynn's grip was too much for the wimp to bear. His moan muffled against Porsche's pelvic grip as the wimp shot his hot load into his silly speedos. Mistress Porsche Lynn laughed triumphantly as she slid her legs around the wimp's and her arms around his and pressed her pelvic bone into his diaphragm to pin him in a flawlessly executed Double Grapevine. The wimp lay spent in the powerful grip of Porsche's deadly hold as she gloated triumphantly over his final utter submission. FOR MORE INFO/APPT WITH PORSCHE LYNN CALL: (602) 340 - 1775 Photography by Misa Martin

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