like the kind of man who could snap me like a twig. He's got these eyes, so dark you can barely make out his pupils. And when I'm exhausted and kneeling before him, they twinkle, like he's piercing my mind, and can tell I enjoy it.
One time, with his deep, commanding voice, he ordered me to kneel and I was too weak to resist. He towered over me. I was eye level with the crotch of his pants. I could see just the outline of his bulge. He couldn't hide it, even if he wanted to. His dick is huge. I wanted to lick his shaft and kiss his head through his jeans. Which made it pretty easy for him to knock me out and get away with the money. And that's just one example of why this is such a problem.
You can't imagine, how amazing it feels for a natural sub like me, to find someone like Blitz. Someone who can dominate you. Usually, before I fight someone, I feel the adrenaline. When I square off with him, though, I just feel aroused. Everything he does to win turns me on, and I'm useless to resist. He's punched me. Thrown me against the wall. Pounded me into the floor. Pushed me to my knees and backhanded me like a little bitch. He's grabbed my cape and held on to it while he tosses me across the room, breaking walls and furniture. He's choked me by my own cape. God, I can't put into words how much that turns me on. At home sometimes, I tighten a belt around my neck, close my eyes, and moan his name. Once, he tied my hands to a pillar, spun me around so my back was to him. He ripped my cape off my shoulders, wound it up in his hands, and whipped me. He aimed for my upper back and shoulders, but when he accidentally spanked my ass with my own cape, I moaned like a whore.
There's one night, in particular, that I really need to process. My costume isn't much-- just a skimpy leotard that leaves my arms and legs exposed-- but it's still strong material. Doesn't matter. He manhandles me so thoroughly that it often falls apart, sometimes exposing one of my boobs, or a little of my belly, or my butt. I've been told I have a nice body. I've gotten lots of compliments on my tits. I just hope that Blitz likes them. Sorry, I'm distracted. Back to the night.
Once, after he'd thrown me around half the city, my costume was basically tatters. I was covered in sweat and dirt and a little blood, and he could see everything. I love how it feels, to be dominated so hard your clothes literally fall off, while the man in charge is still fully dressed. At this point, I was lying on my back, naked, my chest heaving with every breath. He looked so huge, from down there. He placed a boot between my exposed breasts. Not to harm me, or anything, just to keep me still. He asked me if I would surrender. And, this is so embarrassing, and one of the reasons this night is so hard for me to get over... but I was only half aware at this point, and I said, "Yes, Daddy." And he told me to swear never to interfere with him again. Now, it's my job to stop evildoers whenever I can, so of course I couldn't promise that. He stepped on me a little harder. I screamed, it felt so good. I thought about giving in just then, but I was dying to know what else he would do to me.
I found out. He grabbed a handful of my hair, close to the scalp, and slowly raised me to my feet. My knees were too wobbly to stand without him holding me. He kept me at arm's length, and I threw a few punches at his chest. All I did was amuse him by whimpering at how much it hurt my knuckles. Then he pulled me close, so my chest was pressed against his hard pecs, and he squeezed. It was the tightest bearhug I've ever felt. I thought I was going to break. I struggled and flailed, but his biceps were iron. He looked down at my jiggling tits and enjoyed the view. Even when he was crushing me, his gaze felt affirming.
He brought his face close to mine, so I could feel his stubble on my cheek. His lips nearly brushed my ear lobe, and his hot breath filled my ear. He whispered, "How does it feel, to be completely helpless?" I don't know if anything has ever made my pussy so wet. I craved for him to fuck me in that bearhug, bounce me on his dick while he held me as his helpless little captive.
I was about to promise him anything he wanted, but somehow instead I said, "Defeat me."
