(April 2012 session review sent to wb270)
I was a bit anxious hours before meeting Yasmin for the first time, mixed feeling of shyness, fear and also doubts on what was really the point of traveling half the country to get my ass kicked, which yet seemed so natural one week before when was valiantly typing my email to her and at the same time passing the point of no return.
As she opened the door this anxiety instantly evaporated under her natural warmth and the impression of her athletic stature. Warm but not soft, her confidence was also very natural and didn't leave any room from the first instant for anything else than obeying her instructions (I shoud maybe mention I'm not a sub). If I wasn't sure what was the point, she was.
Yasmin's scissors are unbelievable, she did a full power scissor on my arm and I had to tap out, I mean who taps out on a squeezed biceps ? Then she put me into a neck scissor and said "now imagine if I use the same power" ... it hits you : A flat neck, dislocated cervical vertebras mashing up the spine in dirty noises and unimaginable pain. The pressure on the neck is immediately unbearable, she knows it and therefore concentrates on other body parts where she can at least feel some resistance before letting go. She literally chews with her trained inner thighs, they are weapons of their own. The first body scissor she applied I really thought I could resist, but as I was tightening my abdominal muscles (I do a 5min full plank everyday) grimacing under the effort she was cranking up her clutch, except she did it without a change on her composed face if not the dominant look in her beautiful eyes saying "please go ahead I'm cutting you in half", I went to my max while she had plenty of force in reserve, so I tapped out but with Yasmin you have to beg and you have to mean it. So from then on I begged and did exactly what she said with all my heart, it's the only way to leave her place in one piece. She can break ribs like that but I'm sure she can also squash a complete ribcage on an average size untrained man ... she liked my ribcage.
What's crazy is that she is also a black belt Jujitsu instructor, or said differently if some of us spend all our professional life excelling behind a computer, she spends hers perfecting the various ways of disjointing a human body and strengthening her muscles for that purpose. She likes to refers to her legs as "Anacondas" which is a very good image, but for an average size untrained man, the technical perfection and stamina of her moves combined with her total confidence and cruel hints also feels like being an insect manipulated by a Praying Mantis, the way it must look from outside too. From inside it was often hard to even realize how vulnerable she just managed to make me, with any of her steel hard limb precisely locked with the strongest leverage on one of my join in its weakest angle, just a fraction of her strength away to crack, so let alone understanding how she managed to move me from the previous perfect hold into this one in a split second.
The magic is that the pain and danger didn't feel so bad pressed against her incredible skin, smoother than silk, warmer than the sands of Copacabana with her sexy voice pouring details on how much helpless she made me directly into my ear (this does help one to realize one's state of submission). In a moment of lucidity, or at least sincerity, I told her that yet I felt secured trapped in her body of steel, she said "yeah, secured from the others maybe but not from me".