Session Wrestler To Slave Ch 14

"Ok, now we are going to play a game. Give me your hands." she commanded bluntly as she held out her hands with the palms pointed to the ceiling and her fingers straight ahead, signaling that was what Jamie was supposed to do. It was clearly not a question. Jamie complied, realizing she did not have a very strong position while being held helplessly between Shannon's powerful thighs.

"Good." Shannon said as she grabbed her wrists and put her thumb on the spot Jamie thought was her pulse. Ray came up behind her with a large piece of padding that Shannon leaned back on while Ray knelt behind it to prevent it from slipping backward.

Now, Jamie was on her belly, wrists held by Shannon, her head between Shannon's thighs, and she was staring up at both Shannon and Ray. She felt very intimidated and was in an incredibly vulnerable position.

'I'm helpless...totally helpless.' the thought inside 'Shannon could knock me out and there would be nothing I could do about it.... How did I get here?' she continued to thing while she said nothing.

"Now, we are going to talk and I'm going to ask you some questions." Shannon said as she fixed her gaze directly into Jamie's eyes. "FYI I'm a bit of an expert at spotting a lie, so don't lie. If you do, I will know and I may choose to punish you..."

"Punish m..." Jamie started to say as Shannon clamped down with her thighs and seemingly tried to pop Jamie's head off her body. As she did so she held her hands firm and said:

"And don't interrupt or speak unless I ask you a question. You will know when it is a question. Speak out of turn again and it will get worse for you. If you try to physically escape, like for example trying to pull your wrists away from me, I will punish you. We both know I have you. We both know you have no leverage with your arms, so don't try. I'm going to knock you out with my thighs if you try that. Understood?"

Jamie paused, but made no move to escape or put an end to the session. Instead, she meekly said:

"Yes."

"Good girl." Shannon replied. Shannon's tone had done a complete 180: it was now dominant, demanding, authoritative, sharp, and had an attitude behind it.

"One more thing, the more you open up to me the better you will feel and the better I will treat you. So, tell me everything, I will know if you are holding back."

"Now, why did you tell Ray you enjoyed him manhandling you during the last session? Wait, don't answer that, I have more." She continued, not pausing for an answer:

"Why did you tell him you have a foot fetish?"

"Did you like being in his headscissor?"

"Did you really say, and I quote: "I like feeling your sweaty balls and dick on my face while you choke the life out of me?" Seriously Jamie? That one surprised me?"

"Did you really beg to lick his feet?"

"Did you enjoy crawling over to him on your hands and knees to suck on his toes and caress his feet with your tongue?"

"Why did you worship his feet for two hours after the session was over?"

"And finally, why did you tell him you liked every part of the session?"

"Ok, now answer as many or as few as you like. Another FYI, I already know the answers"

"I didn't like it, it was humiliating licking his feet." Jamie said.

"A lie. We both know it. Try again." Shannon replied quickly.

"He made me crawl to him." Jamie tried to answer a different question.

"No, he didn't. Ray did you force her to crawl to you" Shannon asked without looking at Ray.

"No, I sat in the chair, and she crawled over. It was a pretty cool sight." he said.

"Wait," Jamie stammered, "I was on the ground and you stopped five feet away. It wasn't worth it to stand all the way up to take one step to sit right back down again."

"So, he didn't force you to crawl, you chose too since it was more efficient?" Shannon said, her tone still sharp.

Jamie didn't know what to say. Shannon stared at her, he eyes seeming to peer into Jamie's mind and soul. Jamie didn't speak, looked at Ray and the blank expression on his face, then looked away and around the ring to avoid Shannon's eyes.

"Ok, that answers that." Shannon said confidently. "Moving on. Jamie, do you care to answer another question? You can choose any of them to speak on."

Jamie looked back at Shannon and said "I... um... I don't know, maybe I lost track of time with the two hours." She ended that last word implying it was a question.

"Yeah, that will happen when another person is, to use your words, humiliating you. Please Jamie, we both know that's a lie and you didn't even try to hide it very well." Shannon said in a tone showing frustration. "Time flies when you are having fun Jamie, not being humiliated."

Shannon's eyes saw through Jamie even though she had stopped talking. Jamie felt increasingly vulnerable. She tried to pull her arms away and said:

"I'm ready to go. Please, let me go. Keep the money, I'll give it back. I want to go home. Please, please let me go. Please don't knock me out." Jamie stammered through the words, her tone not far from a begging tone.

The words came out, but they had no emotion or conviction behind them. Even Jamie could hear how meek and pathetic she sounded.

"Seriously?" Shannon said as she clamped onto Jamie's wrists to hold her firmly and shifted her hips to tighten her grip around Jamie's head and neck with her legs. "That's the worst lie yet, and that last one was pathetic."

"But," Shannon continued, "I am a woman who keeps her word and I will let you go in ten seconds if you so choose. But, if I do, I am not going to tell you why you said those things, I'm not going to tell you why you can't answer my questions, and I'm not going to tell you why you submitted so completely to my Ray."

"So," she continued without giving Jamie a chance to respond, "Do you want answers? Or do you want me to let you go?"

"I'm....." Jamie started a statement she didn't know how to finish

"If you leave now, you will never see Ray or I again, period." Shannon said as she stared at Jamie.

'Say it!' Jamie thought inside, 'Say "Let me go!" and run away and never think about these two again.'

'Run Jamie, god dammit run out of here right fucking now.' she screamed to herself.

Jamie was confused. She had those thoughts running through her head but there was no feeling behind them. There was no emotion. She felt like her brain was "going through the motions" by thinking that and she realized she didn't want to leave. She wanted to know what was going on.

She wanted to know why she hadn't had a decent night sleep in the two weeks since that session.

She wanted to know why it stuck with her the way it did.

She wanted to know why she had tried to smash Tim's face with her foot while thinking of Ray.

She wanted to know why she was slowly realizing she liked every part of the session.

She wanted to know why she came to meet Ray for a rematch tonight and felt no fear, panic, anxiety, dread, or nerves despite losing to him yet again.

She wanted to know she wasn't humiliated by their posing over her with their feet on her face despite that being an incredibly humiliating moment.

'But I can't run, I want to know.' Jamie said to herself. 'But what is she going to say, can I trust anything she or Ray says?'

"Can I tell you what I think Jamie?" Shannon said, it was not phrased as a question.

"Ummm, yes?" Jamie said weakly

"You obviously don't want to leave right now, I just gave you a chance and you didn't take it. I'm not even going to ask why, you haven't answered a single question honestly yet and haven't answered most of the questions at all." Shannon said.

"Don't respond to that, you will probably just lie anyway." Shannon continued.

"Before we continue, I want to hear words: do you want to stay or leave?"

"Stay." Jamie said, her words barely more than a whisper.

"I'm sorry, I didn't catch that."

"Stay." she said louder

"Details Jamie, stay where?"

"I want to stay in your scissors." Jamie said. She wondered how long it had been, but trapped in Shannon's thigh she could not see the time.

'Not knowing what time it is should be bothering me more...' she thought disturbingly.

"Do you know what I do Jamie? What I do for a living? What my passion is?" Shannon said, once again using rapid fire questions and not waiting for a response.

'Shannon continued almost as if I hadn't just said "I want to stay in your scissors."' Jamie thought to herself.

'What does that mean, and why did I want to stay, staring up at her and Ray, helpless?' She answered Shannon's question instead of putting words to her thoughts.

Shannon was staring at her, eyebrows raised, finally waiting for a response from her.

"No, I don't." Jamie said quickly.

"Finally, an honest answer! I am a profiler. My job, my passion, has been reading people. Their social media pages, their body language, their career choices, their friends. Also, their choices of clothing, car, living quarters, colleges, extracurricular activities as a teen and adult. Everything about any person can tell you who they are and how they tick if you know how to read the signs. I am an expert at reading those signs."

"You, Jamie, were easy at first." Shannon continued, her eyes glued to Jamie's eyes. Jamie wanted to look away, but she couldn't, Shannon's gaze held her firm. Jamie felt about two feet tall, staring up at a giant. Somehow Shannon's bikini made it even more intimidating: she was barely clothed yet held Jamie at her mercy, somehow mentally as well physically! Two triangles of lycra fabric connected by strings covered her breasts and this skimpy bikini bottom was the only thing keeping Jamie's jaw out of her vagina. Yet, despite this, she owned Jamie right now, and they both knew it.

Jamie had dominated men while wearing a bikini for months, but never like this. This was different, Shannon seemed to have Jamie's heart and soul at her mercy. Jamie was starting to realize Shannon was taking control of her just like Ray had, but this was different. It was more complete. It was deeper. It was more....real. Why wasn't she panicking or nervous?

"You are a beta posing as an alpha." Shannon continued. "What I mean is that you think you're a dominant, type A type person, but deep down you aren't. Like many women who have some power, you yearn to be dominated, told what to do, and you want to give someone else control. Right? That's why you made the deal with Ray for the foot worship, a true dominant woman would NEVER risk putting herself in a position to suck a man's feet after losing a wrestling match. Not. One. Sure they may do it to pleasure their man, but to do it like you did? That would be highly unlikely."

"And it's not a sexist thing when I mention that women who have power feel like you do: men yearn to be dominated too. But you already know this, you dominate those men regularly in your sessions."

'What about the tiny men?' Jamie thought, her head still held securely in Shannon soft and smooth yet python like thighs, they don't have any physical power and they probably never have. Almost as if Shannon knew what she was thinking, she continued:

"I know, you may be wondering about the smaller men you beat up on. But when you think about my words later on, you will learn they have power too. Just not a physical power, they probably have quite a bit of authority over people at work or at home. They likely have jobs where lots of people rely on them. Tiny men are often insanely driven to succeed. Take my Ray for example, because they don't have the advantage of being a former jock or being tall, and we both know tall jocks just have a built in advantage when it comes to men. And when people succeed, including tiny men, in this country it almost always means being in control of any situation."

"You are their outlet for that yearning to be dominated." Shannon went on, never once pausing for Jamie to chime in.

'I also better not interrupt, she said she would punish me if I did.' Jamie thought.

"But, I apologize, I'm getting off topic." she said as she finally paused. When she did, she released Jamie's wrists and took her hair out of her ponytail and shook it free. She ran her hands through it a few times while Ray gawked at her and Jamie stared up at her. Then, she grabbed Jamie's hair and pulled slightly to indicate Jamie should lift her head. She lifted slightly, but not enough to back out of Shannon's headscissor. Shannon shifted her hips again, pulled Jamie's face into her grasp, settled her chin on her vagina, and wrapped her legs comfortably and tightly around Jamie's neck. She once again grabbed Jamie's wrists with her thumbs on the spot where Jamie thought her pulse would be.

However, Jamie no longer felt vulnerable.

"Ok, better, my butt was going to fall asleep." Shannon said her gaze returning to Jamie's eyes "As I was saying: you, Jamie, want to be dominated. You want to be subjugated. You want to be conquered by someone, you just may not have known it."

'Is that it? Is that why I let Ray walk all over me? Literally? Two weeks ago.' Jamie thought, still no panic or fear in her mind, just a growing feeling that she had never felt before and could not put words to.

"And that's ok, many people never learn this about themselves or, if they do, are often too scared to pursue such a thing. Our society says everyone needs to be "The Man", or move to the top of their profession. The phrase "you go girl" has also bothered me too: you don't have to "go girl", you can be a submissive housewife if you want to. You can be a secretary getting a dominate man's coffee, taking his messages, and picking up his dry cleaning."

Shannon continued without pause but without speaking too fast. She also shook her head in derision and used a sarcastic tone when she said "The Man" or "go girl" as her hands where still holding Jamie's wrists preventing the use of air quotes.

'If that is true, how the hell does she know this about me.' Jamie thought.

"And you, Jamie, are a textbook case of someone needing to be conquered and subjugated. If that wasn't enough, you proved it by your actions after meeting Ray for the first time. You made so many.... Mistakes isn't even the right word.... Decisions that a dominant person just does not make." Shannon continued:

"First, I studied you on social media, including what you put on your session wrestling profile, as well as your past life decisions with college, basketball, your career in accounting, where you live, how you dress, and what you drive. Everything tells me you project a dominant personality while truly being a submissive except for a few things, which makes me think you could be a switch."

She paused, and raised her eyebrows inviting a question.

"What is a switch?" Jamie asked. 'And how many mistakes did I make with Ray?' she thought without putting words to the question.

"Good question. A switch is someone who loves to dominate others but also loves to give up all control and be controlled. They usually are one more than the other, and most are dominant most of the time and submissive only when in the mood. I think you may be the opposite. If true, that would be fascinating."

"Now to your mistakes with Ray that confirmed my profile of you... Would you like to ask the question Jamie?" Shannon said while continuing to stare down at her and peer into her eyes

'How did she know that?' Jamie thought, 'Maybe I made a face?'

"Um... yeah, how did you read my social media and everything like that? How can you profile me and know what I'm thinking?" Jamie asked.

"Oh no sweetie it doesn't work that way!" Shannon said with a laugh "That would take all the fun out of it for me! And that's what this is about, me. Me and my fun!"

Shannon tightened her hold around Jamie's head, and Jamie felt her thigh muscles engage and felt pressure on her skull. Not enough pressure to make her tap for mercy, but enough to imply that it was time for Jamie to listen and not talk. Jamie didn't move.

"Now, back to your mistakes with Ray that told me so much about you. The biggest was the foot worship pact: no one with control would do that. But that's too easy. You didn't dictate the conversation in your follow up email that you sent. You let him control the narrative. You came here: there is no rational reason a dominant person gives up control of the location. Read your Sun Tzu! You let me in the ring. You let me be a part of this. You couldn't handle Ray last time, he told you he loses to me all the time, and now you agree to let me watch? Not just watch, you let me in the ring?"

"Shall I go on?" Shannon continued, not pausing, but slowing her speaking for effect. "Now to the more fun mistakes. He sent you to the bathroom for water during the first session so you could lick his feet better, which you did. The bathroom had your clothes, purse, keys and was right by the door: you should have ran right then. It was a test you failed. I bet you didn't even look in the mirror when you went in the bathroom, did you. Don't tell me if you did or not."

Jamie looked away without realizing it and looked back as Shannon's face lit up with excitement.

"You didn't look in the mirror! Did you! I knew it!" she beamed with excitement.

'She knew!' Jamie thought, 'How perceptive is this girl?'

"Moving on: you freaked when he mentioned knocking you out in his headscissor. Why? No one who is in control of that kind of situation worries about that. You had all the power, and you knew it, but you gave Ray that power. You know that one email from you and Ray will never session again. One phone call to the police and they come to talk with Ray within the hour."

"Another mistake: you crawled over, on your hands and knees, to suck his toes. Only submissives crawl. Period. Exclamation point. And you crawled to my man to suck his toes..."

"I could go on, but I think I made my point. Now, it's time for more questions I would like answers too. Remember, you can't lie to me" Shannon said as she eased up with her thighs while still holding Jamie at her mercy.

"How have you been sleeping?" she asked directly

"umm... Ok I guess."

"Have you been short with any friends or family or co-workers since the session with Ray?"

"No, not the I can think of...."

Jamie was cut off when Shannon clamped down with her thighs. Jamie could not escape. She could not tap. She could not speak. She started blinking furiously to beg for mercy. She saw stars. She thought she was going out.....

Shannon eased up, but did not release her. Jamie remained trapped securely in her thighs, chin on her vagina, looking up at her beautiful face past her perfect, barely covered, breasts

"Lies Jamie.... Two questions, two lies. What did I say about lying to me?" Shannon said, pausing for a response.

"I can't lie to you, and you would punish me if I did." Jamie said

"Care to try again on the answers to the questions"

"I haven't been sleeping well, I snapped at a co-worker a little bit and apologized." Jamie admitted.

"Good girl, we can continue." Shannon praised, "Have you done anything embarrassing or regretful that is out of character for you? Such as getting insanely drunk and needing to be carried home?" Shannon asked.

"No...." Jamie said while trailing off. She felt Shannon's thighs begin to squeeze and then said

"Maybe, yeah, kind of, it's embarrassing..." Jamie said, and told Shannon about Tim and trying to smash his face with her foot. Shannon listened intently, but made no facial expression or reaction at all.

"Good girl, that sounded like the truth." Shannon said. She continued:

"How often have you deep cleaned your apartment or went for a hike or workout not because you wanted to, but to clear your mind?" she asked.

"Several times for both." Jamie said, with a feeling of what question may come next.