Hello again, I wanted to tell you another little story about myself. Isn’t it nice to have this time to get to know each other? Yes you are very lucky indeed.
So let me set the scene… I was in America last year having some delicious adventures. I had just got the hang of the fact that even though I’m lady shaped I really am happiest when I am in charge and not acting out the traditional role of ‘girl’ to someone elses ‘man.’ My my my was I having a lovely time of it! I was very busy seeing various humans and helping them act out their devious fantasies (and a few of my own wink wink) when a chap contacted me (we shall call him Mr Scissors for now) and asked if I had ever had a go at wrestling before.
Now this did set my mind a’ thinking. For as long as I remember I have always loved a bit of rough and tumble, as the youngest with two older brothers I had had plenty of opportunity for this. My brothers would often have their friends over after school and gosh was I a saucy little tart with them, pulling out all of my best annoying little sister tricks just to provoke them into having a fight with me. How I loved that thrill of physical contact, the feeling of being strong, that great release of the inner ‘GRRRRRRRRRRR.’ How I hated losing!
There was one boy who used to visit, he was quite large and always wore a long leather jacket. I don’t know why but whenever I saw him I just had this overwhelming desire to bite his jacket. I would wait until he least suspected it then leap upon him like a monkey baby and not let go! The pleasure I felt as I sunk my teeth into his leathery jacket and felt him squirm between my young strong legs was just. so. satisfying!
So with this in mind, and not being one to miss out on a new experience, of course I messaged back Mr Scissors and we arranged our first session. I was a little nervous, as I often am when trying a new thing. Not bad nervous, but that thrilling sort of nervous that sets me all a quiver with anticipation. But I had a feeling in my belly gut like I was going to enjoy it… a lot.
What I liked most about Mr Scissors was his energy and enthusiasm, unlike a lot of the men I’ve dealt with in the past who are little snivelly twitchy sort of things, Mr Scissors positively bounded in with such energy and enthusiasm and a huge grin. In our pre-session talks he was very supportive and helpful knowing I had little experience in wrestling and was so thrilled that I had spent some time doing research on the various moves and watching plenty of videos before we met.
The moment we stripped down to our smalls, got on our knees and started grappling, all my nerves disappeared. We giggled and smashed and before too long (less than a minute) I had his head in my very first scissor!
How can I express what an important moment this was for me? I shall try, but we have to step back in time for a moment.
I have always been incredibly strong. A sentence that has rung in my ears since I was a wee nipper is ‘you are so strong…. for a girl.’ I loved being strong, but I hated the extra clause ‘for a girl.’ It made me want to smash!
So when I was an awkward teenager, all long limbed and big titted I used to have such terrible problems with this. I did not want to sit at the side with the girlies and talk about hair and make-up, I wanted to run and jump and climb and grapple with the boys. I wanted to show them that I was stronger than them, better than them, sexier than them. This was not a popular move as you can imagine. I did try desperately hard to fit in as a girly girl but it just did not come naturally.
Now shh, come closer, let me tell you a secret… You may find it unbelievable now, but one of my main teenage insecurities was related to the size of my thighs. Honestly I hated them, they were so big and didn’t look at all like those skinny little twigs poking out of dresses in the movies. I would only ever wear wide trousers to hide their size and never a short skirt or shorts. I used to wish so much that they were different and would wonder if any man could find them attractive.
Luckily I got over that feeling fairly quickly! I have always sought self acceptance and comfort in my skin so I pursued life modelling, then sexy dancing, then erotic massage, then domination. I soon found that there were very few men who didn’t go a bit silly over my epic thighs. But still I found those words ringing in my ears… ‘you are strong… for a girl.’
Let us now come back to that session with Mr Scissors, we had just left at the moment my thighs were round his neck for the first time. His face was going red, he looked blissful and was making a most entertaining noise (strangled cat-duck). I felt at this moment a deep sense of peace, like the stars had aligned and the natural order of things was finally restored!
That feeling of strength, the incredible sensation of how powerful the muscles in my legs and body were, how they were straining with him squirming against them. Seeing how joyous and happy and thankful he was to be choking in the grip of a strong woman, I felt beautiful, powerful. I had become the person I was always meant to be. A true Goddess with great Amazonian thighs. It was a truly incredible moment!
After we had finished, he told me that he had never felt such powerful scissors in his life and he bounded off with a big grin on his face. In the post wrestle afterglow I could feel every single muscle in my body, even ones I didn’t know existed and it was such a good feeling!
I had a notion that I had just found a new favourite thing…
So let me raise my cup of tea to you Mr Scissors for seeing my hidden talents and opening the door to the pleasures of wrestling! My thighs and I are very good friends now. Now we just want to be stronger and bigger and smashier. Who wants to help?
Mistress Pussy Willow