“This stuff’s all very well to see on video,” he scoffed, but I think it’s staged.

“Don’t be dim, Dom,” she told him, using her favourite put-down. “These people aren’t actors or stunt specialists. For the most part, they’re ordinary men and women who’ve hired the ring.”

“Well why don’t the men ever win?” he demanded.

“They do, sometimes, but no one wants to buy the videos. Would you?”

“No.”

“Well there you are!” she concluded, as if that clinched things. “Anyway, when a man does win, he gets suspended from the gym and the woman gets private tuition until she can beat him in a rematch.”

“All perfectly fair!” he sneered.

“I’ve been thinking,” she began, ignoring him.

“Oh God,” he groaned.

“You know it’s my birthday coming up, and you asked me what I wanted …?”

“Oh, you don’t want to do that, do you?”

“Yes! Look on the bright side. If our fight is the most popular of the month, you get a refund, so you can buy me a birthday present all over again!”

*****

Chloe was really pleased with the grey leotard she chose for the occasion. It just about fitted over her large breasts, just about. It would be a case of even dimmer Dom with those on display! He, it is fair to say, wasn’t quite so pleased with his (lack of) outfit. She clucked him under the chin.

“Thanks for my present,” she told him, “You’ll enjoy yourself, believe me. Come on, try and hit me.”

It went comfortably over her shoulder. Dom knew she had been active in MMA before he met her, and he wasn’t surprised to see how much at ease she was inside a boxing/wrestling ring. Just a little disconcerted, as to his own wellbeing.

On the other hand (or rather the same one), he managed to ward off a kick from her with his arm. Chloe was relaxed about it. In fact at this early stage, they were both probing, testing the other’s reaction, rather than aiming for a direct hit.

Smiling, Chloe nudged a high kick even higher with her elbow, making Dom hop to stay upright. She could tell that frustration was beginning to affect his actions. Whereas she was prepared to “play the long game”, she knew him well enough to understand he could easily become impatient. Sure enough, a rather wild left punch was easy for her to avoid.

He aimed down with a right, looking for a body shot; she crouched lower still, proving ever elusive. She emerged from her defensive stance more quickly than he recovered from overreaching, so she exploited his vulnerability by getting him right in the eye. Bang, in with the right fist! Oh, she’d never let that go, would she, he thought resentfully. “I gave my boyfriend a black eye,” he could hear her now, boasting about it and putting him down at the same time.

As much for pride as for any martial advantage, Dom tried to do the same to her. But his Laurel and Hardy-style tit for tat didn’t go to plan, because Chloe leant back out of reach and punished his unprotected balls with her left boot. Yet about 5 minutes earlier she had told him he would enjoy himself! Only a masochist would enjoy her hard, direct kick.

She took advantage of his disorientated state to seize his near, left arm and right shoulder, and half trip him over her right leg. He stumbled, expecting to land headfirst on the mat; but instead, she whipped her arms around his neck and head locked him. As he choked and gasped, she looked into his eyes from above, relishing her superiority.

Chloe worked them down until she was kneeling on one knee half behind and half beside him, with his neck still imprisoned in the grip of her linked arms. This pushed the back of his head against her wonderful large breasts. Even in his present predicament, it reminded him about how he had anticipated a birthday of lovemaking. Yet here he was, being mauled about by the very person he had looked forward to fondling. It just wasn’t fair!

Bringing him down almost onto his back, Chloe ignored the middle finger he appeared to be showing in defiance. What’s a gesture worth compared with a hold that makes you struggle for every breath?

She manhandled him onto his front. Kneeling over him, and holding him under the chin, she appeared to be working him into a camel clutch. Instead, with a lithe, crisp little movement, she whisked her thighs shut around his neck, to scissor him. To Dom, it felt oddly like the head lock, as she stretched her long legs out beyond him and held him by the hair. Arms or legs trapping his neck, he still struggled to breathe.

But Chloe was enjoying herself, laughing and making little quips about his ineffectual resistance. She opted for a new position. Resting on her hands, she scissored him from side-on. This enabled her to look at his face, providing her with more entertainment, since it wore some pretty grotesque expressions.

Well yes, it would. He had always thought of her thighs as a friendly, welcoming place, far from the offensive weapons that now engulfed him. Whereas she normally used them to tease and entice him, she now used them to suffocate him. During lovemaking, he enjoyed and marvelled at their strength; he still marvelled at it, but he now dreaded it.

And Chloe wallowed in it. She loved dominating her boyfriend. She adored the power and control she had over him. A little twist here, a bit of extra pressure there, and she could make him wince, groan, curse and beg.

Much as she enjoyed watching his face, she decided to vary the hold a bit more. Resting on her hands again, and her crossed feet, she positioned herself above Dom, facing upwards. This way she could present and tease him with the view along her body. She relaxed the hold just a little, so he could take in the way her waist nipped urgently inwards, and then the fullness of her breasts, rising and falling with her breathing. Those magnificent breasts, that had always rivalled her thighs for friendliness!

It was time to change position again. Kneeling either side of his head, she sat on his face. (It was her birthday, after all.)

“Oh yes, you know what to do,” she purred, “Good boy!”

She reached behind and started to play with his penis. Then she turned on his face, to get a look at it while she gave it little tickles and light nips. He groaned once more, but it had a different tone to it – hardly surprising, really!

Of course, being a tease, Chloe had to leave off and place both her hands on his chest, as if she had no intention of pleasing him further. Sensing his disappointment and frustration, she smiled and lowered herself into the reverse head scissor position and took his penis in both hands. Dom, cheered by her move, went to work on her pleasure with renewed gusto.

She, meanwhile, opted to use just one hand, in the tried and tested style. It never failed! She went from gentle, delicate teasing, to furious pumping. He shouted when she brought him to orgasm. She used her hand to drain him, then settled down to let him bring her to orgasm. That never failed, either!

Chloe had a few moments of bliss, recovering on his face, then turned her attention to concluding their “match”. This she did, once again in the tried and tested style, by posing over her defeated boyfriend, exhausted as he was through both marital and martial exertion. What a birthday she’d had!