davey123's blog

I need some mat time. So many contacts and so little actual action! It's bad for the brain. My mind dwells on the details. Holds that are favourites. Scissors of course. Neck anglers. So many arm, shoulder and wrist combinations. That great Twister....such a hopelessly devastating hold to put your opponent on display with. Can remember how it feels being torn apart in it too. Don't care if I am in it, or dishing it out. Then.....there's so many ways to break a mans back. To force total subjugated submission. Love them all.
Hope that back is strong and ready for some brutal work. Twist him over. Step over. Hold him up high between my thighs. Keep his ankles held up high. Lower slowly and settle into his lumbar saddle. Lean back.....listening to the first moans - fairly normal sounding voice. Settle on him more, sinking some weight into the crab. Look round as he starts to struggle in the gruelling punishment. "Wanna give up?" The pitch of his voice much higher. "Aaaagh, fuck, shit, no. No way!" Smile. Lean back very slowly. Inch by inch. Crank it on and grind my ass and upper thighs into him. Feel him start to tremble. The inevitable...."yes, fuck fuck YES, I give!" Don't let go. Ignore him. Feel the sheer power of the hold. Go further back. Lift his abs way up off the mat. You know you are ripping him. You know he can't breathe. How long will you punish him. Sadism on the mat. He pleads. Begs. Don't let go.....not yet. He doesn't know how much you can make him suffer.