Donna smiled like a lovestruck teenager as Sam arrived for the next lesson. She hadn't stopped thinking about their night together and beneath her kimono she wore the same blue underwear that she had used to tease him at the hotel.
"Yesterday was fun," Sam smiled, discretely kissing her cheek.
"I didn't scare you off?"
"No... but I still can't escape your scent."
"Good," she whispered excitedly, "Now line up!"
The other two students were there again. They were giggling, and evidently hadn't forgotten how the instructress had made a fool of Sam at the last lesson by tying his elbows together so that he couldn't stand up.
"Today some techniques for controlling an opponent's head," Donna announced.
She beckoned Sam forward, twisted his wrist to bring him to his knees. She then swung one leg over his shoulders and sat down on the back of his neck as if riding a horse.
"Control the head and you control the body," Donna declared as she gracefully rolled down on to the mat with Sam's head in tow. She rolled on to her back and then casually back on to her front with Sam's body forced to follow her every twisting movement.
Sam was now stuck playing the part of the headless man kneeling in deference behind her and as usual, Donna's hold was incredibly secure. He knew that the other two students were standing above him, he could see their bare feet on the mat, and he was feeling hopeful of his chances with his toned gym physique in his carefully chosen tight black tee shirt.
"Can I try to escape?" he panted
"Sure, honey."
Sam could hear the women laugh as he propped himself up on his arms and pulled and twisted in the hope of escaping Donna's thighs. Donna just smiled, and even retied her ponytail, as her hips swayed to counteract his efforts.
Donna was now playing to the crowd as she lay down on her front, pretending to sunbath, and smiling through closed eyes, "Sometime I wish I wasn't wearing my kimono," she joked.
"Oh wow," the students mouthed in unison.
"And if he bores you..." Donna purred as she squeezed her thighs together, ensnaring Sam in potentially fatal folds of white cotton.
"No, please," Sam croaked as he tapped desperately on the black belt tied loosely around Donna's hips, "... can't breathe."
She let the desperate man squirm for a few more seconds before rolling him over, releasing her grip and striding gracefully on to her bare feet. Sam looked up from all fours to share a smile.
"Wow," the slimmer of the other two students sighed.
"Anyone can do that with the right technique," Donna replied, with a tug to retighten her belt, "Want to try while he's still on the floor?"
Sam was still down on his knees, rolling back his shoulder blades as he recuperated from Donna's squeeze. Donna looked down with a mischievous smile, waiting to see if he dared challenge her authority. When he didn't react, Donna took her student's hand and steadied the woman as she threw a leg around Sam's neck, her pink gym shorts perched on Sam's broad shoulders like a saddle.
"Get in tight there," Donna instructed, "It's your inner thigh muscles that will constrict the blood."
The woman crossed her ankles and squeezed, her slim adductor muscles cutting in high up on Sam's neck. The effect was almost immediate with Sam tapping on the woman's bare pale thigh.
"Wow!" the woman exclaimed, "Can I try again?"
Her eager thighs squeezed him again, her narrow hip bones and small inner thigh muscles gripping hard around his throat.
"Now take him to the mat," Donna instructed.
The woman leaned forward and gasped in surprise as Sam's arms gave way and they both rolled down on to the mat with her pink shorts still tightly embracing his neck.
This time Donna was quick to react, crouching down and tapping the woman's legs, "Okay, you've knocked him out."
"Oh my god!"
The woman opened her legs a fraction but not enough for Sam's head to pull free. She lay on the mat, her mouth open as the sleeping man continued to use her slim inner thigh as a pillow.
"So, there you have it," Donna winked, "You can now escape... or tie him up before he wakes."
"Oh, can I do that?"
"Not today," Donna replied quickly, aware of the damage that she had already done to Sam's male ego.
To make it worse, the pink shorts had surreptitiously tightened again around Sam's neck, holding their prey in place as Sam regained consciousness. The student seemed to be getting a kick out of Sam's attractive, but confused brown eyes staring up at her.
"One wrong move from you, Sam" the woman giggled on her power high.
Sam looked up at the young woman in dismay. How the hell had her slender thighs and tiny pink shorts with the showy strapping up the side knocked him out so easily.
"Slim adductor muscles can just catch the blood flow," Donna smiled sympathetically.
Sam climbed to his knees and when the student didn't let go, he climbed to his feet, leaving the giggling woman hanging upside down from his neck.
"Put her down, Sam?" Donna sighed.
Sam wrapped one arm around her shoulders and one around her legs and caught the woman as she happily dropped down into his embrace.
*
Sam had worked late, and it was after midnight when he arrived at Donna's small flat. The storm had soaked his clothes by the time Donna's sleepy eyes opened the door and led him inside. Almost without a word, she slipped off her robe and slipped back into her warm bed.
"Let me warm you," Donna mumbled, her blue eyes barely open beneath tangled blonde hair.
Sam stripped off his suit and eagerly climbed under the covers. He tried to kiss her, but Donna pulled her legs up towards her body and guided Sam's head down beneath the duvet and between her strong inner thighs, "Nuzzle in," she whispered, guiding his mouth against her underwear by feel alone. Another small adjustment and his nose made her quiver.
She loved the feel of Sam's breath between her legs, so warm and rhythmic and his touch so comforting. His cold lips were almost kneading against the silky white fabric that pulled tightly around her hips; pretty flowers that were usually kept hidden from the world.
"You're so cold," she breathed, closing her thighs around his head. She smiled as the sound of Sam's breathing changed. Slow deep breaths as he sucked air against her body; her underwear moulding around his features with every breath.
She held Sam's head tightly between her legs and slowly thrust her hips against his face, "Control the head," she mouthed to herself, remembering her lesson. With the head trapped, the fight was won. Restricting an opponent's breath made it impossible for them to fight back. The victim would have to lie still, conserve what little air Donna allowed, and hope like hell for her mercy.
She crossed her ankles and bent knees to seal Sam's fate. No one had ever escaped her from inside this position. How could anyone compete with her legs with no air and only ever seconds away from her mischievous thighs from putting them to sleep.
