Battle Of The Sexes (continuation of "The Tennis ripped it open. It was an invitation, custom made Match" & "Black Light Battle"), By Gark with one of those computer printing programs. The cover of the card had a photo of a woman applying It had been three weeks and two days (but who's a Schoolgirl pin to a hapless male beneath her. The counting??) since the black light battle with front caption read, "You are invited …..". I opened Amanda, and I was growing impatient for her to set the card and there was another photo of a woman up our next contest. I knew we both enjoyed these capturing a male in a Full Nelson. The caption matches immensely because we talked about it all continued, the time. But whenever I asked, Amanda would say "Not yet. I'll let you know when I'm ready." I was "to a Battle of the Sexes." starting to think this was some sort of tease to put me off balance. "When: Saturday night, 7:00" "Where: You already know" But at least, there were the "practice sessions". "Attire: To be supplied" These started out as "wrestling research" on the Internet. We'd get on-line and do searches for "Stakes: Sexual supremacy of the known universe" wrestling web sites. First I'd find a picture I liked & "No RSVP required. I know you'll be there." put the hold from the picture onto Amanda, and have her try to get free. And then she'd do the same I had to chuckle at the "stakes". Apparently, I now to me. It was pretty fun, but not quite the same as a had the fate of males everywhere in my hands. real match. However, I did start to notice that Amanda could sure think up some zingers. Amanda's choice in web sites tended to be towards catfighting, and I could guess what our next match The card really revved me up, and I could hardly would be like. She also liked the recurring theme of wait for Saturday night. I called Amanda to tell her women almost always beating men, and rubbed it in I got the card, and try to squeeze some details out of whenever possible with barbs like "Men are meant her. There was no way she was going to tell me to be submissive to women." That always started a anything. In fact, Amanda said that there'd be no minor fracas between us. get-togethers before the match. She said she had to "stay focused on the feat ahead", but I think she It was during this time that I learned Amanda's dark didn't want to spill the beans to me. Or, maybe she little secret. She explained that while she was not a was just trying to get to me. If so, it was sure virgin, she just didn't find sex all that interesting - working. just "OK". This was the reason that Amanda had kept me at arm's length when we first met. She just Finally, it was Saturday night. I arrived promptly at didn't want another physical relationship. I knew the 7:00, and Amanda let me in. implication was "until now", but nothing too intimate had happened. Plus, I knew that our Amanda: "Hello, submissive male." wrestling matches had changed her mind, and that wrestling was a major turn-on for both of us. Me: "Hello, subservient wench." I was about ready to burst with anticipation by the I stepped inside and gave her a hug, which she time I received the pink envelope in the mail. It had reciprocated. We clinched hard, starting to battle no postage stamp and no return address, so it must each other already. We were both eager to get have been slipped into my mailbox surreptitiously. I started. knew immediately who sent it when I saw to whom it was addressed: "Submissive Male". I quickly 1 Amanda: "Let's not waste any time with 'witty repartee'. Here's your outfit. You can put it on in the Amanda: "We will fight two out of three falls, bathroom, and then come back out here. I'll put on catfight style, with submissions deciding EVERY my outfit in the bedroom and be right back." fall. That's why I chose these clothes. They seemed to be the first choice for most of the catfighters we She was certainly in the mood for a match. She saw on the web." handed me a tiny bag, much smaller than the one I had given to her for the black light battle. The Me: "That's right, although on websites with older significance was not lost on me. catfighting pictures, a lot of the women wore garter belts with silk leggings, too." Me: "Doesn't seem to be much in here." Amanda: "I was sorely tempted to do that, Amanda: "No peeking inside the bag. Just go and especially because I could see the effect those put it on. You'll have to make do." pictures had on you. I even bought some, but I was afraid I'd look silly wearing them." I headed for the bathroom and noticed that the living room looked normal. Apparently we would Me, getting very interested: "I'm sure you would be wrestling somewhere else. look great in garter belt and stockings. Why don't you try them on?" I opened the bag and looked inside. There wasn't much there - just a shiny, black satin thong. At least Amanda, walking back to her bedroom: "OK, but it was a male-type thong, but it had a clip on each you'd better not laugh, or I'll make you pay later." side similar to the fastener on women's swimsuit tops. The utility of the clip was obvious. I put on the A moment later, Amanda stepped shyly out of her thong. It was plenty big in the front and was quite bedroom and walked towards the living room. I comfortable. I looked at my backside in the mirror stood up to take in the view. Believe me, laughing and there was a lot hanging out. However, this was the furthest thing from my mind. Amanda wasn't the time for modesty, so I went back to the looked incredible!! The garter belt was satin red, living room and sat down on the couch to wait for matching her thong and bra perfectly. The silk Amanda. stockings were white, a perfect contrast to the red. I just about fell over as Amanda approached me. She I didn't have to wait long for her. Amanda came out could see the effect on me, and grew more wearing a shiny red satin thong very similar to comfortable with the outfit. mine, as well as a red satin strapless bra. I caught a quick look at her "behind" as she came around the Amanda gave me a real hug this time, not a battling couch to join me. Sure enough, Amanda had a lot one. It looked like things were going to turn mushy hanging out, too, and it looked pretty firm and well before we even got started. Amanda must have toned, too. Before I knew it, Amanda was sitting on sensed this, too, because she pushed me back down top of me on the couch, straddling my legs, onto the couch, resuming her sitting position on top teasingly holding me down. of me, saying: "Now where were we??" Amanda: "Now that I'm comfortable, I think we Amanda: "So, do you think our outfits are can discuss the rules." appropriate for a 'battle of the sexes'?" Me, not wanting to object to anything while in this Me: "Most definitely." position: "OK" 2 Amanda: "It took nearly three weeks for them to Amanda closed the door behind us, setting the lock arrive. That's why I took so long setting up this for effect. "You don't stand a chance." match." I hadn't been in her bedroom before. She had a Me: "It was worth the wait. Now I think you were queen size bed, with a nightstand and lamp on the saying something about two out of three falls by far side. The dresser was on the opposite wall from submission, catfight style. Why don't you explain the bed. It was short in height, but extra wide, with that a little more?" a mirror on the back. Otherwise, the room was pretty much clear of other obstacles. Amanda turned Amanda: "Well obviously, hair-pulling is allowed, on the overhead light, then unplugged the lamp and as well as a few other things we usually don't put it out of the way in the closet. We were ready to allow." begin. Me: "Such as …" We stood facing each other at the foot of the bed. I glanced at our reflection in the mirror. Amanda took Amanda: "You know, catfighting is a little rougher a look, too, and said "Nice tush, lackey!" than what we're used to doing. While I want this to be a fairly friendly match, at the same time I want to Me: "Not as nice as yours, wench!" turn up the action a notch or two - more of a wide open fight. Things like biting, scratching and hitting Those were fighting words, and we lunged at each are still NOT allowed, but most other things are other. I immediately grabbed a handful of her hair, OK, keeping in mind that we aren’t really trying to forcing her backwards towards the bed.