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This is to tell you about one match I had with a friend who was one of two regular contacts in Massachusetts. Dan is roughly my age, size and condition, both of us about 5’10", slim, 160’s. He has the advantage in freestyle experience and strength. I have the edge on speed and endurance on my side, from experience in the martial arts. We met at his home not far from Boston, where he had some mattresses and sheets in a rec room.

Starting on our knees, we locked up, right away Dan started aggressively, trying to achieve a controlling hold with his strength advantage. Dan is very lithe, moving quickly like a snake, trying to gain a hold and draw you in, where he delights in holding you for a long period, stopping just short of forcing a submission. Struggle to escape and he can turn on the pressure in a flash.... relax, and he’ll relax with you, readjusting his hold to silently show you he’s totally in control of you, as helplessly you feel yourself begin to sweat and tire.

Sure enough, within seconds his lean legs laced around one of mine, keeping me from gaining my balance, as he sought to secure one of his favorite holds, a constricting full nelson. Edging gradually to the back of me, I felt one of his warm, strong hands slip up and hook my neck. Rolling himself over with me on top of him now, I tried to avoid his other arm but he was too fast: his hand came up and around my shoulder like a flash, where his fingers laced together like the grip of a bulldog’s jaws. Dan has very large hands for his size, and as I felt those strong dry palms lock and press, I knew they might as well be welded there... my real challenge was to try and prevent him gaining a scissor.

Dan’s long legs can apply an unbreakable, tenacious scissor that wears you down from your attempts to escape, rather than my own method of pouring on the pressure for a quicker submission.

He took his time, enjoying himself already, basking in the feeling he loves, of someone trapped, bound and helpless in his limbs, struggling on top of him. He tightened his hold, unwound his legs from mine, and deliberately, slowly, brought his long, tanned leg around me. Struggling viciously, I tried to scissor his other leg, but he avoided it and completed his trap. His ankles locked, he tensed, straightened, and stretched me on the living rack of his body, squeezing exquisitely until I stopped struggling. He eased up, and we lay there for a few minutes, him enjoying the complete control, me excited over the contact and power of his constriction. Every time I’d move even slightly, he’d instantly answer with a grind from his steely legs. Teasingly, his solidly locked ankles rested on my groin.

After several minutes of this, he decided to try a variation... Releasing the nelson almost contemptuously at my inability to escape his grip, he raised his left ankle up into a figure-four waist scissors. I gasped aloud at the sudden contraction as his quads hardened around me like a vice. His right ankle hooked behind my own right knee, locking the hold... and once again, inexorably he turned on the pressure. He didn’t bother with my arms, he just sat back to watch me struggle. I gripped at his iron legs tightening around me, trying to ease the pressure, loosen his grip, as my insides burned. I was weakening already, I couldn’t do a thing.

Then Dan loosened up, and slid slightly to my side, straightening his legs again.... deciding to go for a squeezed-out submission, he made one mistake. If he’d stayed directly behind me, the pressure on my lower ribs would have made me give in to him. But my stomach muscles are hard, and I was able to resist his scissors when applied from the side. I still couldn’t escape his coils, but now he was tiring, trying to squeeze me into submission.

Realizing this, he suddenly released me, and quickly squirming onto me he tried to gain a solid headlock. As we grappled we gradually moved into a kneeling face-to-face position. Still winded from the gruelling, relentless pressure of his imprisoning legs, I was too slow: his powerful, supple arms slid around my upper body in a smothering bear hug, with one of my arms trapped and immobile underneath his. He took a deep breath, groaned with the effort, and tightened the screws of his ursine grip. The pressure of his hands dug into my back, my own trapped arm pressed painfully into my side. Tighter and tighter grew his grip until I finally gasped out a submission to him. As his squeezing arms fell away I gasped for breath gratefully. I noticed he was getting a bit winded now... and my recovery time is extremely rapid.

So I suggested we get into round two immediately.... attacking quickly, I managed to duck his try for a front chancery hold. But he easily captured my arm, and dragged it back into a capturing scissors. His legs clamped over my arm, he gripped my wrist and leaned back to stretch me. On my back, his legs were resting on my chest, as I struggled to separate the painful hold with my free hand.

Suddenly Dan decided to plant his feet against me for an arm-stretcher, but I was too quick. I evaded the hold, deflected his feet and captured an ankle in my free hand. Levering my other hand free from his powerful fingers, I grabbed his two ankles and tried to tie them up in a leglock. Dan rolled to his stomach, and concentrated his strength on powering his legs out of my comparatively weak hands. Instantly, I took advantage of his position. Releasing his legs, I slid like a flash up his body, and clamped on a full nelson of my own, with me fully on top of him as he lay face down.

He expected me to go for a waist scissor. Instead, bearing down hard with my nelson, I drew myself up into a sitting position, sitting alongside him near his head. Suddenly lifting him up, I muscled his head down into my legs, and twined them around his head firmly, leaving him trapped in a combination nelson and head scissor. I gave him a powerful burst of squeezing strength from both holds just to show him my dominance before I set to work on him.

Then I released the nelson, and fell to my side. I tightened my thighs around my prisoner and watched him start to redden, sweat and struggle to separate my grip. No dice. I'm not a big or muscular guy, but my head scissor holds are grindingly irresistable, and I love applying them.

Slowly, I bent my legs, drawing him in, smothering him in my quads. Then I’d slowly extend them, increasing the squeeze intensely, but, playing Dan’s own game of watching a helpless opponent struggle, stopping just short of going for the submission. I did this several times, forcing Dan to either endure stifling flesh suffocating him and drawing out his energy, or tightly constricting thighs tensing around his head in a grip like steel cables. Relax, bend, hold.... then slowly straighten and squeeeeeze. Each time I’d reach full extension, I had to smile at the way his struggles grew more panicked; each contraction brought a low groan from him. He was getting VERY weak now. I had him.

Sitting up and releasing my legs, I was easily and quickly able to grab his head and pull him into a frontal head scissors, his face in. I love this hold, I adore seeing the look on his face as he knows there is absolutely nothing he can to stop my total domination, my ability to strangle him in my quads. My legs locked once again, fully extended behind him, as I sat back and leaned on my hands to watch his vain struggles. My thighs swelled around his head, and though he was greatly weakened, he thrashed around, and groped at my thighs, looking for a way to break my grip. I just smiled and turned the trap tighter.... tighter....TIGHTER! I leaned all the way back, lying down, arching my back, tightening my glutes, focusing on the fulcrum of my locked ankles. He was totally mine now. I felt like I could positively wring him to death.

Leaning up slightly, I gripped his wrists in mine, bent my legs and re-extended rapidly several times, shaking him like a cat shakes a mouse. Hearing him mumble something in panic, I released one hand... and sure enough, he frantically slapped my thigh in total surrender. Immediately easing the pressure, I just lay back and held him there, my legs comfortably on his shoulders, ready to lock and turn rigid in a moment if he decided to get cute.

But no, that was all he had in him, and although I thought I’d be the helpless victim of his strength that day, my legs overcame him. And delighted, we proudly added yet another videotaped session to our little private collection.

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