Mixed wrestling, 240 pictures 1920x1080 (Full HD), completely CFNM, no blood.

Matt was a male supremacist, the ultimate macho. Are you unsure there is such a thing? Well, just look at this case. Most men make a joke about women being useless at certain things, just as most women do the same about men. But Matt meant it. If he saw a quiz on television where a woman scored more points that her male opponent, he said (and believed) that it was rigged. Likewise, if a woman happened to be promoted over him at work, he would say it was because she was a woman, and not because of any natural ability that she might have.

His attitude at work about this sort of thing was so objectionable that his boss made him go to a therapy session. This is where Judith comes in.

Stylish, attractive and accomplished, Judith was a skilled and successful therapist, who could cure men of any supremacist attitudes they might have. Some men would only require a simple interview. If that failed, there was a progression of more radical methods, until she had to resort to breaking the man’s spirit.

She began to think that Matt was just such a man. The interview didn’t work, so she progressed it to the next level. Looking every inch the smart businesswoman that she was, in a neat skirt, tights, top and jacket, she asked:

“Do you think there is any field of human activity where a woman can compete successfully against a man?”

“Nope,” he answered, truculently.

“Well, supposing I were to tell you that certain women can take a man on in a fight and beat him on equal terms?”

“What a load of bollocks!” he scoffed.

“Talking of which, take your clothes off.”

“You what? I’m not doing that.”

“Remember, you will lose your job if I report that you didn’t cooperate.”

Matt complied with a bad grace, and Judith drew a curtain to show a big screen in front of him. A video began, showing a young man and woman in an MMA arena.

“This is my friend, Sharon,” she explained, “and the pathetic man she beat up, called Robert. I used to work with Sharon as a professional fighter, specialising in fetish CFNM fighting. Our clients were usually over-privileged young men who wanted the experience of wrestling a woman. You should have heard some of our stories!” she chuckled.

But Matt still wasn’t convinced. When Sharon put Robert in a headlock, he said they must be stunt actors.

“You’re trying my patience,” Judith warned him, pointing her finger at him, before turning round to watch and admire her friend bring the loser down, using the headlock.

But when Sharon put Robert in a head scissor, Matt groaned and shook his head, declaring it to be “third rate, cheesy acting.

“Okay, you’ve asked for it,” declared Judith, leaving the room.

When she returned, Matt beheld a stunningly beautiful young woman. She wore a pale blue leotard, MMA gloves, and boots to match the leotard (which had been the top she wore underneath the jacket).

“You can see how toned I am,” she told him confidently. “Now feel my leg muscles.” Despite himself, Matt complied and admired them.

“You and I are going to have a little fight,” she told the incredulous Matt, before leading him out to a ring.

“Now,” she began, pointing to emphasise her point, “I am going to show you that it is possible for a woman to defeat a man.”

“Come on then, bitch,” Matt answered, “and I’ll put you in your – ah, fuck!”

A neat blue boot banged hard up into his balls. Stunned and sickened by the unexpected severe pain, Matt dropped to the canvas, clutching his wounded manhood.

“See? It’s easy!” Judith laughed, standing over him. “Come on, get up,” she urged him. “We haven’t got all day.”

Swearing and muttering, Matt struggled half up, only to get another of the same from Judith, standing behind him. What a bitch! As he slumped down again, groaning, he could hear her sniggering. Would he ever recover, he wondered.

“Kiss my foot or I’ll do it again!” Judith commanded, and the great, proud, archetypal “male chauvinist pig” did as the woman said.

“Now do you understand women’s superiority?” she demanded, as he knelt abjectly in front of her.

She pushed him back down with her foot, scowling. On the whole, he preferred her when she was sniggering – at least she was less harmful. But, as they sometimes do, she instantly softened and lay over him, gently touching his face.

“I know a cure for aching balls,” she murmured, “trust me,” and she pulled his knees up so he lay at a slant, while she sat on his manhood, facing him.

Oh yes, those little teasing movements of her buttocks against his genitals worked a treat! Matt wondered how many men she had kicked in the balls and then healed this way. Against all his instincts, he began to admire her, as he held her in place with his hands on her calves.

But Judith was full of surprises. With lightning dexterity, she shot up, placing her feet on the front of his shoulders and her hands just above his knees, while arching her body. It looked like a Mexican ceiling hold, except the initiator of this hold was on top. Matt had to strain to hold her in place, otherwise she would crash land on him. With his hands and feet behind and below him on the canvas and his body raised, it was only a matter of time before he collapsed with Judith landing on top of him. Heaven knew what she would do then.

Sensing his imminent demise, she spun round to her front, pushed him down on his back, and lay above him facing the opposite direction to him. He held her up by her thighs while she rested her hands on his, and the pair of them resembled a couple of dancers rather than wrestlers.

Matt had enough. He used his superior weight to prize her off, lifted her up, and slammed her onto her back, landing on top of her. About time too, he thought. He pinned her with relish. His new-found dominance excited him – so much so that it gave him an erection. This was definitely not part of the therapy, and Judith felt annoyed with herself for losing the initiative. How unprofessional, she silently rebuked herself.

But things got worse for her. Matt knelt over her and held her by the throat.

“Kick me in the balls, would you?” he hissed, enjoying his superiority like the bully he was.

With both his hands around her throat, she reached for the one thing that would save her. He shuddered as she clasped his cock. As it was erect, she had plenty to work on.

“As soon as you have his cock in your hand, you’re in control, whether you’re fighting or making love, or both,” her older sister had told her when discussing married life. How true it was! She felt Matt’s hold loosen on her throat, so she tightened hers on his cock, making him moan.

“Move onto your back,” she whispered. He did willingly, and she continued her manipulation, kissing him at the same time.

It was time to remind him of his therapy. She could have done anything with him in the state that he was, so she snapped her thighs shut around his neck in a reverse head scissor, while keeping hold of his cock. She increased the pressure both on his neck and his cock, so that her hand crossed then recrossed the boundary of pleasure and pain several times. Likewise, while his neck endured pain, his eyes were treated to the exquisite close-up view of her upper thighs and bottom.

What the hell, she might as well have some fun while she was at it, so she sat on his face while keeping up her work on his cock. Matt did his duty by her, quite willingly. He wasn’t the only one to be excited by fighting and dominating someone of the opposite sex, he realised, and it wasn’t long before Judith was crying out in pleasure. She stopped what she was doing, and stretched her body over his mouth, wallowing in the pleasure it was giving her. Then she stood up, satisfied.

“Please make me cum,” pleaded Matt, on his knees.

“Erm …” she pretended to consider it.

“PLEASE!”

“Perhaps, we’ll see …” Then, “Beg me to do it.”

Matt complied, imploring her while still appropriately on his knees. She pretended to consider it some more, then said:

“Make me do it.” She raised her fists.

Matt stood up and copied her stance.

“Come on, macho man, try and hit me,” she insisted.

He complied with a hefty left cross, but Judith neatly escaped it, leaning back and laughing at so much wasted effort. Frustrated, he thrust his right fist at her, only for it to fly harmlessly over the laughing lady’s shoulder. He swung with his left, and swung himself with it, carried along by its pointless momentum. Judith seized his arm in her left hand and stung both his face and his pride with a sharp little back punch from under his arm.

But Matt was strong and resilient, and an attempt by Judith at a single leg takedown came to nothing. He just resisted it by doing nothing, but doing it very forcefully, sticking his feet firmly on the canvas and not budging. Never mind, she knew of more than one way to tame a macho, and she switched to a reverse leg takedown. Scooping him up after he lost his balance, she carried him for a few moments, just to show him that she could. Of course, she couldn’t let those moments go to waste:

“You’re being carried by a woman, macho man. How does it feel? I know, you hate it, don’t you?”

With that, she slammed him down on his front, while keeping hold of his left hand. She proceeded to finger and thumb lock him, making him cry out in pain. The hand that recently had given his cock so much pleasure, almost making him cum, now had him roaring and whimpering in agony.

“Was that a shriek of pain?” she asked with mock innocence. “Surely it’s not a woman who made you do that?”

With a sudden, swift movement, Judith knelt on one knee beside him and heaved his left arm up between her thighs, locking it.

“Are you okay down there?” she asked in the same tone. Oh, she’s got your arm now, has she? She’s good, this woman, isn’t she? Don’t bite the canvas, there’s a good boy!”

“You’re gonna break my arm!” Matt protested as she hauled it to the very edge of his endurance (which was considerable).

“Shall I tell you a secret, Matt?” she whispered, letting go of his left arm, but kneeling across his throat and seizing his other arm, before twisting it, while looking thoughtfully down at his erect cock. (His reply was a yelp.)

“Well,” she continued, suddenly letting go and giving him a kneeling head scissor, so she could look into his eyes, “my secret is that it turns me on, beating up a macho man. The more macho they are, the more I love it! Rugby players, hardened criminals, soldiers, I’ve done it to all of them – broken them and destroyed their pride. And the more I do it, the more I need my sexual pleasure, which you’re going to give me now, with your tongue. That’s right, do it.”

Judith stretched over him, placing her hands on the canvas, and moved her right leg slowly down his body so that her pretty lady’s boot touched his manhood. Up and down it teased, while Matt went to work on the woman’s voracious sexual demands a second time. Then her other boot joined the first one, sandwiching his cock.

Having been on the verge of orgasm just a few minutes earlier, it wasn’t long before he shuddered to a climax underneath her. Judith could now concentrate on her own gratification, and Matt, after his last spasm, complied. She shouted in sexual pleasure, then sighed with contentment, momentarily stroking her large, lovely breasts underneath the wispy thin material of her leotard.

Victory! (Well, that and a large payment from Matt’s employer.) Judith posed and flexed over her latest conquest, with one foot on his spent cock. But she didn’t want his cum on her nice boot, did she? So where could she wipe it? Of course, his face!