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Subject: {ASSM} Boxing (sports bondage text file)
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Felix Dartmouth (C)
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felix.dartmouth@archw.com
The rope-boxing tournament was just two weeks away, and Doug was
worried. The current champion was on a roll. She had a string
of three straight victories, and in several of her tournaments,
her opponents had been badly pommeled. He had practiced his
moves with his ropes with his sparring partner, but the stinging
blows of a black belt rope-boxing champion were a good deal more
severe than the good natured practice of his girl-chum sparring
partners.
He had a practice that afternoon with Shelly. She was an
aerobics instructor, and in great shape. He showed up with the
standard; a four foot cotton rope and a three foot cotton rope.
It was his option whether 3/8 inch or 1/2 inch rope was to be
used. Doug preferred 3/8 inch rope: it bit just a bit more,
and the knots, once tied, were strictly secure.
As is typical in a sparring match, Doug wore his headgear.
Shelly wore tennis shoes with rubber soles, a Jogbra, tights,
and, of course, her boxing gloves, tied tightly around her
wrists. She had shoulder length brown hair in a neat pony-tail.
Her custom rubber mouth-piece was held into her mouth with a
thick leather strap and buckled with keepers at the nape of her
neck.
Doug placed the ropes in his belt and entered the ring. Shelly
was already out of her corner, gloves raised and bouncing
lightly on her feet. The rules were that he could grab, and
push with his body, but he could not hit. She on the other hand
could only hit.
His goal was to tie her, hand and foot, and hers was to pommel
him to the point where he was not able to.
He approached her studiously, concentrating on where to grab her
first. She faked a punch with her right, then landed a stinging
blow to his chin with her lefty, then quickly backed away.
Without his headgear, he would be in big trouble, but he quickly
gained his composure. The thought crossed his mind that the
champ would not have backed away, but would have quickly
followed up on the first attack, possibly leaving him
debilitated.
He stepped forward quickly, grabbed her arm just above the
elbow, and spun her around. With his other hand, he went under
her elbows, and pulled them together. Quickly pulling out his
pre-tied rope, in seconds he had her elbows lashed together, as
she grunted through her mouth-piece.
From that point, he simply did a very careful job of tying off
her wrists. Then, as tie-boxing regs require, he removed her
elbow ropes, and, forcing her to the floor carefully tied off
and cinched her crossed ankles.
Shelly knew that she was defeated when she felt the rope
encircle her elbows, but also know that she must spend her 30
minutes tightly tied with her mouthpiece in place on the ring
floor.
As he held her in his arms, carefully checking the taughtness
and security of knot placement, she nuzzled against him and her
perfume enveloped him. While he thought this pleasant, he was
not distracted, and carefully checked the tightness of her
bondage (even though Shelly still had on her boxing gloves).
Standing, he looked down at her, panting through her nose, still
struggling in her bonds as though she were not yet defeated. He
knew that after five or ten minutes, she would acquiesce to her
strictures, and lie quietly in bondage on the gym floor until he
came to untie her.
He smiled at her, and went off to get a drink, thinking about
his upcoming challenge with the Champ.
Felix Dartmouth (C)
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