Kate being Kate actually rolled on her side and exposed herself while Greg untied her; having a good chat with him in the process. I'll swear that if it had been physically possible for her to have rolled over on her back and have had Greg untie her working between her legs, she would have done so. Needless to say she was one of the girls for whom Greg untied all of the strings.
While to give him his due he was careful where he put his hands while untying them, I couldn't help but be a little bit jealous (and notice that I wasn't entirely over my thing about Kate).
"Is that why you take so many morning runs?"
He rolled his eyes at me.
"No, I was running that way long before the fights were located there."
There had been a few fights this year already. One that Greg had untied had occurred before I'd arrived and the rest had been on days when Greg was working early; which is why I hadn't been exposed to this arrangement before.
As we worked back through the older videos I could see what Greg meant about the change of venues. It was once down the more public end of the beach and there were many where the loser was discovered by a stranger. But there were also a few where a stranger wandered in to the centre of the wrestle match itself – and mistaking it for a full on catfight – tried to break it up; which is probably why they changed the location.
As we went back to the very earliest ones I noticed that there weren't any strings tied to their wrists. Instead the bikini top was used to tie that off. Greg explained that the rumour was that the ropes on the wrist had been added because it wasn't really possible to tie the elastic strings on the bikini top tight enough to hold the loser without also cutting off the blood to her hands. The story going around was that the daughter of a doctor had been a loser and when her father saw the indentations on her wrist where the tie had been he went feral. I started to give the locals their due that as much as Greg had described it as a bogan thing, a bit of thought seemed to go in to the process.
I also noticed on the older videos both competitors had gone for the bikini ties fairly early, to try and render their opponent naked. A problem with this was that you then couldn't find the bikini parts to tie them up when you needed them. So with more recent fights, the tendency was to tie their hands together, then strip the bikini; although I'm sure the guys probably liked the old approach since that often left two naked women wrestling each other.
Dailymotion kept suggesting we look at other videos of bikini girls wrestling; which for some reason Greg thought was a good idea. There were all sorts – ranging from some play fights between friends at the beach to staged fights between models to soft porn versions where the women wore even less than a bikini or soon lost whatever they started with. One thing I did notice was that the hogtie requirement produced a different dynamic to what the Americans seem to call a domination fight.
In the latter the stronger girls seems to quite quickly physically constrain the weaker girl in an immobile hold although in the process producing what seemed to me a fairly boring contest unless there was a referee then requiring the girls to break and start again. On the other hand, the requirement in the hogtie challenge to flip the losing girl over and then tie her up produced a more free flowing match – allowing the losing girl to wiggle free - where often in evenly matched girls it seemed to be physical exhaustion that finally determined the outcome.
The next morning I dressed in an older bikini and meet Greg at the beach entrance. The wrist ropes were attached with an electrical cable tie. It had to be put on tight enough to not slip off your wrist, but not so tight as to cut off the blood supply. Plus the cable tie end had to be taped down to stop it poking someone in the eye or being pulled up tight in the course of the wrestling.
Cable ties were also attached loosely to the ankle. The string of the bikini top would be tied through these so that you could be tied up securely without the elastic cutting off blood supply to your feet. Greg also doubled up the stopper knot on each end of the lower tie of my bikini top so that the string wasn't pulled through and separated from the triangle as Merc tried to pull it from under my body. While I admired his forethought, it didn't seem to show much confidence in my likelihood of winning.
We then approached Merc and her second. The seconds' jobs were to check the wrist ropes were properly attached and otherwise to regulation and the make sure each knot in the bikini was a simple bow that would release to a pull of the tie string. Then they both stood back and videoed the event; the winner posting it.
We faced each other waiting for the starting signal. I already had my game plan, based on what I learnt against my brothers. People starting to wrestle each other generally come toward their opponent with outstretched arms, looking to get a favourable hold. As Merc did that, I dodged to one side, grabbed one of her wrists and spun myself around to bring her wrist up behind her back in a control hold.
It caught her completely off guard. I used the hold to bend her over and force her to her knees. As she put her other hand down to balance herself, I grabbed the end of the rope on that wrist too, bringing it up behind her back also and forcing her down on to her face with me on top. All that was keeping her under control was the control hold I had on her wrist. I couldn't let any pressure off that until I had her wrists tied because I was fairly sure she was stronger than me and if it was just a case of trying to sit on her and hold her hands together while I tied them, she'd probably get away.
Even then I could feel her trying to use the full strength of her leg muscles to raise her bum off the ground and try to buck me off. The only real defence to I had to this was to move as much of my weight as far down her body as I could to apply it with more leverage against the strength of her legs while at the same time using my knees to try and pin her legs.
All of which meant one of my hands was fully engaged keeping pressure on that control hold. Which I have to tell you makes it very hard to tie a knot. Eventually I managed to tie a knot of sorts. It was somewhat toward the ends of the rope, which meant her hands were not terribly close together and there wasn't a lot of rope left to double up the knot.
Still I thought it would hold. To save time, I undid the side ties on her bikini bottoms as I sat there, before sliding up along her back to untie her bikini top to use as the foot tie. Untying the knots was easy; it was much harder to slip it out from under her body to use it. It was caught under her breasts. As I tried to pull it out, she drove her full weight down on her breasts – forcing them deeply into the sand and pinning the bikini top under them.
As a variation I tried sliding my hands underneath her breasts – in effect trying to bulldoze the top from under her; but from the angle I was approaching the matter I wasn't strong enough to force them through the sand and under the cups of her breasts to do that. Then I just took one side of the lower tie and pulled it with all my strength.
At first I felt it give some; managing to pull a long length of tie towards myself. But then it was stuck again; the elastic of the cord just stretching longer and longer without dislodging the top from under her. While struggling with this I had moved my position somewhat higher up her back.
I had felt her hands groping around my lower stomach and hadn't thought anything about it. Suddenly I felt her hands firmly grip the whole front part of my bikini bottoms – her thumbs invading over the top of it and some fingers invading around the leg hem well down into my crutch. With various of her digits in direct contact with my most intimate spots I was suddenly distracted from my previous task. Instinctively I sat upright; bringing my whole weight back down on her hands to stop any sense her fingers had free movement around that area. Her counter-reaction was to pull her hands free within the constraints that her bindings would allow; dragging my bikini bottoms with it, half pulling them down my upper thigh, half giving me a giant wedgie.
Had she done that to me three months ago I would have squealed and panicked like a stuck pig. At that time no one had ever touched me there nor had I been so exposed to others. Now while I was far from comfortable about it, in the particular circumstances it more seemed like the game of move and countermove that it was.
I remembered Merc successfully doing that in one of the videos to another girl who was getting the better of her. She seemed to have devised herself a loophole of sorts in the rules of the game; using a sexually invasive hold or a sense of threatened bodily exposure to induce an auto-reaction in her opposition to throw them off their game.
By sitting on her and forcing her arm back in to the painful control hold again I got her to release her grip on my bikini bottoms; which at least gave me some freedom of movement again to address the issue of accessing her bikini top.
All else having failed, I decided I needed to get off her and pull both ends from over her head to do it. As I moved in to position, only the end I'd been pulling was visible; the other had disappeared under her body. Merc had given me a good lesson in ignoring sensitivities about where I touched, so I stuck a hand down between her breasts and fished out the other end of it; finding as I pulled the top out that one of the triangles was no longer part of it. Since all I needed was the bottom tie string that was no concern of mine, but I wondered how she was going to get back to her car.
As soon as she knew I'd got the top she started to struggle to her feet. She mustn't have realised I'd already undone the side ties on her bikini bottoms. As she felt them fall away as she got up she also instinctively grabbed the back of them in the hands tied behind her back; achieving nothing modesty wise except having a flap of material dangling from the small of her back, but slowing her down in the process.
