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Sensuous Sadie, Girl Wrestler
By Sensuous Sadie
SensuousSadie@aol.com
www.sensuoussadie.com
I could smell his sweat as he pushed his strong body against mine,
forcing my face into the mats with the pressure of his shoulder. I felt
helpless, weak, a butterfly beating its wings against the bars of a
steel cage. In counterpoint to the strength of his body, his voice was
gentle - caring even. ‘Don’t just give up like that,’ his strong
East Coast accent sounded sincere, though I couldn’t see his face: ‘ya
gotta keep fightin’."
~ Helen Von Mott, in Submission Wrestling – Domination without
Pretense
In the halcyon days of my youth, I attended camp for three weeks each
summer. But this was not your usual camp, rife with marshmallows and
kayaking; this was Rowe Camp, a Unitarian Universalist conference center
in the wilds of Massachusetts. When I would return after my stay, family
invariably commented that I seemed more mature - presumably thanks to
Rowe's more liberal approach. One summer when I was about fourteen, I
arrived for my stint to hear of a clandestine game of "Wink"
happening down in the meadow below the main lodge. With a grin, I
dropped my luggage just about where I stood and hustled my booty down
the wooded path.
There in the twilight was the circle of players, beckoning me with the
smoke and magic of adolescent hormones. For those of you have were not
gifted with my Unitarian heritage, here’s how the game is played.
There are two concentric circles of couples, the couples being any
mixture of guys and gals, and one single person called the
"winker." The winker would choose three couples by winking at
them which meant the person sitting in front would try with due
diligence to crawl across the grass to the winker and their partner
would try with all due diligence to hold them back. The first person to
reach the winker took the rear position, making a new couple, and the
two losing players returned to their mate and switched places so that
they too were in the rear position. The result was a lively wrestling
match with various items of clothing being nearly pulled off and various
body parts being groped. In between bouts the people in the inside
circle would lean back into their partners and snuggle up, that and
catch their breath. This was some serious aerobic activity.
I soon realized of course that if I really wanted to cuddle with the
winker I’d fight like holy hell to get across that circle, and if I
preferred to stay with my own partner, I might, well, fight a little
less vigorously. I also learned to wear a leotard under my jeans so that
I wouldn’t be rendered half naked. Being the designated winker was the
best deal of course, because you got to choose three people who you most
wanted to fondle… I mean wrestle. Yeah, it was heaven.
Although I’ve mentioned this game to a few people over the years, not
one had heard of it. Too bad, because I think Wink may have been the
birth of my fascination with being dominated physically. Sure, mental
domination is a kick, but there’s nothing quit like having someone
force you to the ground and take you like an animal.
My fondest memory of being forced down and fucked until my teeth rattled
was during a fantasy rape scene with Griffin, a former Dominant. We were
at his cabin in the wilds of New Hampshire which was dire rustic with no
running water, wood heat, and an outhouse open to deer wandering by.
After I picked him up as a "hitchhiker" on the dirt road
nearby, he dragged me to his cabin where he proceeded to attempt
wrestling me down and tying me to the bed. I say attempted because I
fought back with everything I had. Now I’m a big girl as you all know,
both strong and flexible. Griffin is no pansy either, and sports solid
muscles in a husky build. Even with all that, and there being no doubt
that he’d beat me in an arm wrestling match in five seconds flat, I
gave him quite the workout. Now I must also say in his defense that it’s
darned hard to both hold a wriggling half-naked women down and tie her
to the bed at the same time. That and he’d told me (which I suspect he
later regretted) to fight like I meant it. It took a good twenty minutes
of sweaty wrestling before he managed to subdue me, at which time he
fucked me rough and hard, and never has it been sweeter.
Now, physical dominance is not an area that seems to be written about
all that much, perhaps because it veers so close to - at least in visual
aspect - a real rape. Even so, I have found only one person who finds
this rather as hot as I do. That person is Helen Von Mott, who wrote one
of my favorite articles titled Submission Wrestling: Domination
without Pretence. In it she writes, "At nights I would lie
awake, fantasizing about being taken, ravished, consumed. I wanted a man
to desire me so much that I could struggle against him, fight him with
all my strength, and still not be able to push him away. I wanted a man
who did not fear my strength, but reveled in it, matched it, and yes,
call it sexist of me, surpassed it." Helen, by the way, is an
actual professional wrestler, not a rank amateur like myself. She adds
that, "Lying on the floor of that martial arts Academy, the
muscular blonde instructor pressing himself against me, telling me to
fight him, ordering me to not give up, allowing me to escape his bone
crushing holds before dragging me back, I understood. I found myself
overwhelmed with a primal lust I could barely control." Oh yeah
Helen, I get it.
If I didn't have the fine life I do in Vermont, I’d
hitch onto Helen’s wagon and go the way of that primal lust. And as in
the game of Wink, I might even let myself lose once in a while – just
to hear him whisper close "don't give up, ya gotta keep
fighting."
Just so it's said, this kind of wrestling does need to be done with
care. It's pretty easy to hurt someone in the heat of the moment, and
even Griffin did at one point lean so hard on my arm that I hollered
holy hell. That all said, there's nothing quite like being forced open
and feeling the invasion of your lover, one way, one orifice or another.
With that, I'll close this little treatise and go back to my daydreams
of Wink, where I get to select from a beautiful buffet of sweetmeats. I
will watch them wrestle and fight to win me, and when I have claimed the
one who has fought the best, I'll become their slave of the moment,
destined to play deep into the twilight with a big bright moon rising
above us into the late summer sky.
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Helen Von Mott's Website
http://www.viragowrestling.com/
Helen's Article: Submission Wrestling: Domination
without Pretence
http://sensuoussadie.com/articles/helenwrestling.htm
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Sensuous Sadie is the author of It's Not About the Whip: Love, Sex,
and Spirituality in the BDSM Scene. Read an excerpt at http://www.trafford.com/robots/03-0551.html.
She is the founder and leader (1999 - 2001) of Rose & Thorn,
Vermont's first BDSM group. Comments, compliments and complaints, as
well as requests for reprinting can be addressed to her at SensuousSadie@aol.com
or visit her website at www.sensuoussadie.com.
Sadie believes the universe is abundant, and that sharing information
freely is part of this abundance, so she allows reprints of her writing
in most venues.
Copyright 2005 Sadie Sez Publications
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