Hi again. It's been three months since my first date with Sam. And I'm sure it's no surprise to anyone, given what you know about me and my husband and me and Sam, that I have left him and I am now living with Sam. In fact it's been nearly two months now.
And like many people that live together we share stuff. Today I borrowed Sam's laptop, just to do some emails and banking, you know everyday stuff. But when I went to save a file I found a folder called 'Becky wrestling', well I knew both Sam and Gemma had downloaded some of my old matches before we wrestled but I'm intrigued to see which ones she's been watching, so I decide to take a look.
Well that's a bit weird, I think, as I go through the matches that Sam has saved. I mean, I made around 70 to 80 videos for the company I worked for, winning about 50 plus of them. Yet the ones that Sam has downloaded, I mean every single one, is of me losing...what the fuck? Worse still looking at the 'most viewed', it seems the ones she watches most often (yes, apparently she's still watching!) are the ones I got beaten worst, mainly the few where I was forced into sexual submission!
Sam returns home and I decide to bring up the subject, not that I'm mad, just curious, that's all.
"So Sam, I notice you have some of my wrestling videos on your laptop." I begin.
"Yeah, but you knew that right?" Sam replies hesitantly. "Do you want me to get rid of them?"
"No, not at all, I quite like that I am in your fantasy life as well as you real life." I answer honestly.
"OK, cool." Sam says, somewhat relieved "So did you look at them?" she asks.
"I did. And may I ask, Sam do you enjoy watching me get my ass kicked?" I enquire.
"Ermmm, well actually I've always preferred watching wrestling matches where my favourite gets dominated." Sam explains. "And I'm really sorry Becky but honestly, watching you lose really turns me on. You are so gorgeous when you submit."
"You know, that almost makes up for the beatings I took back then. And believe me, I still remember some of those matches and they really fucking hurt." I reply candidly.
"So does wrestling do anything for you sexually? Not including any after match forfeit." Sam enquires like a fangirl.
"Well actually, yes. But not the matches you've been watching. I like matches where I dominate completely against a beautiful girl. The feeling of having her totalling under my control is definitely a sexual one." I answer.
"Did it turn you on beating me and Gemma?" Sam presses.
"Yes, but mainly you. I don't think any opponent ever aroused me more, and I'm not just saying that because how things have turned out. In fact that's probably a big part of why I'm here." I expand.
"So you're really Ok with me keeping those videos?" Sam asks.
"If watching them makes you want me more, I'm good with it." I answer.
The conversation moves on and turns to less remarkable subjects. Until a couple of hours later, whilst we are lounging on the sofa watching TV.
"Becky, I've been thinking." Sam says out of the blue.
"Yeah?" I reply uneasily.
"I think we should wrestle again." Sam says.
"Really? You know I would win easily, right?" I respond.
"Well I'm actually thinking of two matches." Sam continues "One me against you, which obviously you will win. But then a second with you taking on another opponent, that I set-up, so I can watch you wrestle."
"So who would this mystery opponent be?" I ask.
"I don't know yet. I'll need to find someone. And it needs to be someone capable of beating you though, obviously." Sam chuckles.
"Let me think about it." I say, not really convinced.
"Here's another incentive. They will both be 30 minute matches, and as a penalty, the loser owes the winner an orgasm for every point they lose by. Obviously in the case of the second match, the other wrestler is a proxy for me." Sam explains.
"Wow, you have been thinking about this. It's interesting but I still need to think it through! So I'll let you know when I've decided." I say.
The subject is dropped there, for the rest of the evening.
So today is Friday and while I've been sitting in the office today, I've been mulling over Sam's proposal and eventually I have come to a decision. What the heck, I'll do it. Who knows, I may be a long time dormant wrestler but maybe I could win both matches and get double the reward. Either way, wrestling with Sam and the 'prize' in incentive enough. So I text her, as she is working at home today.
"Hi Sam, I've been thinking. I'm ready to wrestle when you are." I hit send.
Seconds later I get a reply "Don't make any other plans for tonight then!"
Sheesh, that girl doesn't let the grass grow!!
I arrive home from work, I walk into the living room and then the kitchen and Sam is nowhere to be found. Then I see a note stuck to the fridge 'your outfit is in the bedroom, your opponent will meet you in the spare bedroom.'
I go upstairs and on the bed there's another note, which simply says 'this is all you need', next to it is a pair of black, seamless pantyhose and silky black bra. I take a very quick shower, and dress in the 'outfit' Sam has prepared for me. Once ready I make my way down the hall to the spare room, and slightly bizarrely I knock.
"Go in Becky!" Sam calls to me with little laugh in her voice. She is in the bathroom, doing her final preparations.
I enter the room. My oh my Sam has been busy, she's cleared everything out of the room, where there was once a bed and a chest of drawers there is now just a covering of soft yoga mats.
As I stand in there surveying the room Sam enters behind me. I turn and am greeted by a spectacular sight. Sam's body is fully encased in pantyhose, white on top and black on the bottom, and nothing else except a pair of 4 inch heels. The sheer material of the hose coverage her arms, torso and breast, as well as her legs, ass and pussy. This type of outfit had been worn by a couple of my opponents in my days wrestling for a pantyhose wrestling video promotion, and was in one of the videos on Sam's laptop. Sam walks over to me, given that she is 3 inches or so taller than me anyway, and I'm shoeless, in the heels she towers a good 6 or 7 inches above me. That might have intimidated me, if I wasn't so certain, from experience, that I can easily beat her.
"The rules are, 30 minute time limit, submission only wrestling. After a submission the hold must be broken but as soon as there is a full break, the match can immediately re-start, as the clock continues. The winner gets a prize of an orgasm, however she wants it, for each point of the margin of victory." Sam re-iterates.
"Okay, anything else." I reply slightly sarcastically.
"One more thing. The loser will not be allowed any sexual gratification until the victor has claimed her entire prize." Sam expands.
"So if I win by 5 points, and I decide to spread my prize until next week, you go without all week?" I clarify.
"Yep!" Sam replies. "Like you'll be able to show that kind of restraint." Sam winks at me and licks her lips.
And, then in a moment unique in my wrestling experience, my opponent leans forward and kisses me.
"Good luck Becky." Sam says, walking away whilst kicking off her shoes, to get ready for the match.
I'm still speechless, if Sam's idea is to distract me, she's doing a pretty good job so far. I need to get my head in the game.
Sam starts the timer and says "Go!"
Ok, regaining some of my focus I move toward Sam. As we meet in the centre of the room, I immediately seize control, grasping her right arm, then crossing her body to swing my right leg behind hers, and sweeping her to the mat. Following up quickly, I drop down and sit straddling her chest, as I do I grab her by the wrists and pin her arms above her head. The feeling of her encased breasts beneath my crotch, with the contact of nylon brushing against nylon, is turning me on. Maybe I could just stay here and spend the next 30 minutes grinding on Sam for my kicks...ok maybe not!
I take my pinning further, sliding down Sam's body (which the nylon on nylon contact makes both easier and more stimulating), turning my hold into a grapevine pin, wrapping my legs around Sam's and spreading them wide apart. This feels so intense, having my beautiful young lover trapped under me, as I control her gorgeous body with wrestling holds. I maintain my hold for a minute or so, Sam isn't really getting close to submitting to this, as it's hard to get any real purchase on a grapevine hold if you are wrestling someone with longer, more flexible legs. But as I lie there, looking down in to Sam's face, I am too contented to want to move. As I think that, Sam pushes her luck a bit further, craning her neck upward to stretch and kiss me. Ok, I need to stop this, as this isn't going to get the match won or get me my prize...well maybe just a few more seconds.
I break the kiss and the grapevine hold. Not allowing Sam up, I flip her over, so she is now lying on her front and from there I move quickly to lock on a camel clutch, pulling her arms across my legs, tucking my fingers under her chin and pulling her backward. I apply the hold fairly lightly, after all, as much as I want to win, I don't actually want to hurt my girlfriend, just have more fun dominating her. Ok, it's more than I can resist now! I move my hands from Sam's jaw, allowing them to wander over her arms and shoulders, thrilling at the exquisite feeling of the sheer soft material covering her body. Then after a short time I allow my hands to go lower, finding her nylon swathed breasts, copping a feel. Man they feel good.
"Eh, what are you doing perv?" Sam asks, laughing. "I thought we were wrestling."
"Ok, you're right." I reply.
With that I re-apply the hold properly and with more pressure than before I start to pull, as I would in a 'proper' match.
"Ahhh, OK, OK, fondle my tits." Sam calls out, still laughing but the stilted laugh of someone in discomfort.
"Nope, sorry." I respond "If you want me to stop, you will need to submit."
With that I apply the hold more forcefully still. Which draws a quick response from Sam.
"Ooooooh." She moans pretty loudly "OK, please, I submit."
Instantly I release Sam and she drops to the mat. I allow her a short time to collect herself, as I stand over her.
"Ok, you gonna get up, so we can go again" I ask.
