Yes, she ran a successful firm of accountants; yes, she needed a good, experienced accountant; yes, she needed someone smart, punctual and with good communication skills. But wrestling and boxing … hmmm. She rang Todd to arrange an interview.

Actually, he met all her requirements for the job during his interview, but then so did lots of others. Yes, but they didn’t have wrestling and boxing as interests. She told herself not to be silly, that he almost certainly wouldn’t be interested in mixed wrestling and boxing and that she needed to stick to accountancy skills. Even so, she gave him the job.

*****

“Todd, could you spare a few moments for a chat after work,” she asked him after he had been there a few weeks. Naturally he agreed – you do when it’s the boss. But he was relieved that it turned out not to be a warning or anything. He was intrigued, too, at the way the chat went.

“I happened to notice, Todd, that you put down wrestling and boxing as hobbies. Is that just as a spectator, or do you take part?”

“I have taken part, yes.”’

“Have you ever fought a woman? Ah, you’re blushing, so I can take that as a ‘Yes’. How would you like to go a few falls or rounds with me? Blushing again, so that’s another ‘Yes’!”

So that, dear reader, was how Todd came to be facing Bambi in the ring down in the basement of her house. As she demanded (she was the boss, plus it was her house) he was naked.

Bambi was just the sort of woman Todd admired. She was mixed race, with a coffee-coloured skin. Her sleeveless leotard was a darker shade, to match her hair. It was translucent, teasing him with glimpses of a large bosom, with nipples that seemed to be pointing at him. Powerful thighs were topped by a muscular bottom. Add all that to the fact that she was his boss, it made her the epitome of a dominant woman.

They circled, then locked up. One thing Todd hadn’t noticed was Bambi’s hands. Yet now, as they gripped his wrists, their strength startled him. He dug his heels in to keep himself in place. For a while, he remained steady. But the smiling boss lady used a little more strength to disconcert him. Then a bit more brought him down to one knee. His look of pain and bewilderment amused her. She loved being in charge of a man, whether in the office or in a fight.

Now he was down to both knees. He struggled to resist, but it was like opposing an incoming tide and, with a crack of bones, he collapsed onto his back. She pinned him, schoolgirl-style, crushing her breasts against him. He struggled ineffectually to free himself, much to her amusement, before she grew tired of it and held his wrists above his head, while staring into his eyes.

“I give,” he announced, just as she moved to sit on his face. So sit she did, flexing in celebration of an easy first win.

But she wasn’t going to be content with that for long. She was soon standing over him and demanding he get up for another go at it. Whereas previously she had been happy to “play the long game” and wear him down, this time she had him down on one knee almost as soon as they had locked up.

Just as Todd, while taking sly glances at his female opponent earlier, had neglected to look at her hands, he had also overlooked her arms. This was a mistake, because now he discovered how formidable they were. She whipped her right arm under his kneeling left leg and, with her left hand supporting his neck, scooped him up in the air so he rested on her right shoulder. Then she slammed him.

Do you remember putting a ruler on the edge of your desk at school, then pulling it down and letting it go, so that it made a “drrrrr” sound? Well, that is what went through the whole of Todd’s body when he landed on his back. He was still trying to steady himself when Bambi sat on him and started belabouring him with her fists. He put his hands up to protect his face, but she just hit him below them. The jarring of his body started all over again, this time from the head downwards.

When she struck him heavily on his chin, the back of his head banged hard against the mat, and he felt as if his body would be vibrating forever. It only encouraged her to hit him further, pleased with the visible results and wallowing in her superiority.

Todd tried to cower out of the way. Surprisingly Bambi now let him, instead choosing to headlock/choke him from behind, linking her arms around his neck and throat, while body scissoring him. This was the first time she had brought her thighs into the action. Todd hadn’t endured her punishment for very long, but it had been so intense that a few moments of those mighty thighs around his middle were enough, and he managed to utter the words “I give” through the choke.

But Bambi wasn’t satisfied. Just as she was a demanding boss, expecting the maximum from her staff, so she wanted the most from her opponent now. Two “gives” in such a short amount of time wasn’t good value for money, so to speak. She rolled Todd onto his front, this time choosing to choke him with one arm, while using her free, left hand to impose a chicken wing on his left arm.

Todd, palpable panic in his voice, now repeated, “I give” with a lot more urgency. When she ignored him again, instead swinging onto her back while maintaining the twin holds, he wanted to shout, “Are you deaf?” but thought better of it, and told her “I give” a third time. She held on for a few more seconds, the relented and flexed over his prone form.

When he began to stir, she came in at him again. Forcing him onto his side, she reimposed the choke and body scissor from behind, before opting for a more conventional body scissor. She sandwiched his back and stomach between her dependable thighs, while locking his near arm in case he got any ideas. The pressure from the scissor was intense. Todd gritted his teeth, hoping she would relinquish the hold before he had to “give” once more. But it was no good. He couldn’t withstand such a siege on his body, and he “gave” yet again.

Bambi flexed over him again, then stood up and announced “5-0”. Todd privately objected, considering she had ignored two of his pleas, but judged it best not to say anything. Anyway, she was beckoning him to get up, keen to resume the combat (curse her, thought Todd).

They circled, Todd happy to play for time and to try to regain some strength. But she wasn’t having any of that. No, she launched herself at him, rugby tackle style, hooking his left leg over her right arm in a one leg takedown. For the second time, Todd landed with a jar to his back. For the umpteenth time, she was on him in a moment, choking him. She moved her right arm under his right arm, trapping it painfully on her shoulder, then linked hands, so that it was more of an armlock-choke.

Then she locked his same arm in the crook of her left leg, while she set about his face with her hands. Todd was worried she might gouge his eyes out, but she surprised him instead by seizing his left leg in the crook of her right arm and forcing it into a kneebar. She locked his leg so that his foot was directly above his head.

When she let go, he struggled briefly in an attempt at counterattack, but she wore him down onto his back and imposed a reverse head scissor. Chuckling at his dismal attempts to prize himself free from the granite grip of her thighs, she cupped his balls in her hand. Todd called out, “I give,” but she ignored him again, instead opting for a figure four head scissor, including his left arm in the scissor. She crossed her feet over to lock in the hold.

Releasing his arm, she turned her attention back to his manhood, her polished red nails darting up and down his cock. “I give!” roared Todd (as much as was possible in the confines of her upper thighs). Much as he was enjoying the sensation, he didn’t want her to drain what little strength he had left – at least, not yet.

Laughing as she guessed his fear, Bambi consented and sat on his face looking down his body. Then – what the hell – she gripped his cock in her right hand again.

“Oh God!” “That’s lovely!” “Please no!” all went through Todd’s thoughts before he yelled “I give!” again, so close as he was to the point of no return.

“8-0,” she declared, standing up. Todd, breathing deeply, again decided not to dispute the claim.

But Bambi wasn’t one to rest on her laurels. She wanted more action. By this time, Todd was feeling a bit worn out, so she helped him up. Pushing him to wake him up, she told him, “Fight me”. But she head locked him before he had time to do anything of the kind. She used her preferred method of linking her arms to gain the maximum effect, walking him around the ring for a few moments, just to demonstrate how easy it was for her.

By degrees, she wore him down to a sitting position. “I’ll never understand women,” he thought, as she kissed him just before she brought him down to lie on his back, all the time maintaining the head lock.

Bambi dictated his movements solely from the head lock, until she had him in the ungainly position of lying on his front with his backside in the air. Lying so she faced him, she never let up constricting his neck.

But she wasn’t content with one position for long. Now lying over and across him, the seemingly limitless strength of her arms kept up the pressure on him, so that every breath was a struggle. At last she released him, but only to put him in a head scissor, from side on so she could look into his eyes. The effect on his neck and throat was the same as the head lock, if anything perhaps even more formidable.

Propping herself on one hand, she hugely enjoyed watching him suffer in the fatal embrace of her thighs. The strained look on his face told her everything, so that when he uttered “I give”, it wasn’t really necessary.

But, as previously, she wasn’t ready to cease just yet. Lying on her back behind him, Bambi whipped her calves around his neck while he was still coughing from the previous scissor. Nudging along a bit, she worked down him so that it was her merciless thighs once more doing the work. She flexed, relishing her dominance over the man.

“I give,” he managed to gasp. But all she did was to change position. Just as she had with the head lock, she used the scissor to manoeuvre him to her will. Now lying to the side of him, supporting herself on both hands, she was once more able to observe the effect her power and skill were having on him. What a gratifying sight it was, too! She flexed again in triumph just as he wailed, “I give” for the third time. This time, Bambi did relent. She stood over him, one foot on his face and flexed again, as if she had an audience of thousands.

“11-0 WOW, you suck Todd,” she exclaimed, grinning down at him.

“She’s not normal,” he thought, as she looked at an imaginary watch on her wrist, intimating that she wanted him back up and fighting.

He stood up, shaking and severely weakened from his recent exertions. The ropes were only a couple of paces to his side - could he make a run for it? No, he couldn’t; Bambi’s hands were at his shoulders before he’d properly set off. Worse, he had made her angry. She leapt on his back, piggyback style, and drove him down onto his front.

Sitting on the small of his back, she pulled his upper body towards her by his head, but with her arms under his arms, also forcing them upwards. It was a cross between a camel clutch and a full Nelson, and hugely effective. She crossed her feet over each other to reinforce the hold, while the strain grew ever more intense on his spine, shoulders, neck, ribs and stomach.

Switching to a conventional camel clutch, Bambi clawed his face for good measure, before dropping him down on his back, and placing her knee on his throat. As he was on his back, she decided on a grapevine; but he showed remarkable resilience in resisting. She sat on his stomach, and he fought valiantly to prevent the hold, his desperation giving him strength. But Bambi’s superiority was ultimately irresistible, and he succumbed.

Holding his wrists above his head, she ground her body into his while staring into his eyes. She stretched out above him, adoring her domination of him.

“I give,” he shouted, so she sat on his middle and flexed in celebration.

Not giving him another chance to run away, she continued where she had left off. Dismissing Todd’s token defence, she once again grabbed his wrists and pinned them over his head, this time choosing to sit on his stomach. Again, she gazed into his eyes, which he found both stimulating and disconcerting. (Perhaps it was because it was stimulating that he found it disconcerting.)

“I give,” he shouted once more.

In answer, she raised his arms and knelt over him on one knee. Then she slammed both his wrists back down above his head and sat on his face.

Todd had had enough. He’d been thrown about, mauled, half-suffocated, dragged and stretched. Deciding to make the point, he managed to call out, “I give, please no more.”

In reply, Bambi flexed again and told him it was 14-0, and she wanted her pleasure first. (“Oh God,” thought Todd.)

She knelt so she straddled his face and ground her sex into him. But even that wasn’t enough for her, so she pulled his head, forcing it further against her. Reaching a crescendo, she stretched back, still pushing herself against him and wallowing in sexual ecstasy. With a shout of joy, she climaxed.

When her shudders ceased, she kissed Todd, still on his back underneath her. Then she returned to sit on his face, but looking down his body, so she could work on his manhood once more, after so very nearly making him cum previously.

“Ahhhh,” sighed Todd, as her strong hand forcefully grabbed his cock. Her firm strokes made him cum copiously, to her delight.

Bambi celebrated and posed over him, one foot on the defeated man’s defeated cock. Then she helped him up and told him they would have a rematch the following week, only it would be boxing. (“Oh God,” thought Todd for the second time.) They kissed, and she insisted, “You are mine for now”.

Todd judged it expedient to agree.