Patient Privileges

And it worked. Naturally.

Was she taking advantage of his inclinations? Of course she was. Aiden clearly had a strong, dominant fetish. Nothing to be ashamed of, but he wasn’t doing the best job of hiding it, and that made him easy to exploit. As much as she teased him, this was nothing compared to what some of the raunchier women in Tension would do, taking advantage of his every taste, tempting, leaving him in a puddle of his own juices. Best he get a taste for what was in store here, in a controlled and safe environment.

That was her rationale, anyway. It didn’t mean she couldn’t enjoy it.

”Got you.” She spoke soft, almost a whisper, with an impish chuckle at the end. ”You seem a little distracted, Aiden. Something on your…”

Her voice trailed off, as he actually did manage to bring some action into things, pulling himself upright. He was no weakling, and he showed that power now, as he lifted up and brought her along with him. She tensed up and looked back, for a moment thinking he was going to slam her on her back...but it never happened. She licked her lips, smacked them. The man was hesitating, and with hesitation came opportunity.

There were a variety of things she could have done to him like this but she decided to go for something more interesting. If he wanted to fall back, they’d fall back, but on her terms. She pulled his head back and came down as she wrapped her legs around his waist, clamping down on midsection with a bodyscissors from behind...but not a strong one. She applied pressure, but only a fraction of her full force. Enough to not be comfortable, to cause some pain, but easily escapable. She wasn’t going to hard on the choke, either. It might not have looked good to an outside observer, but a man like him could’ve busted out of this in a few seconds, not a problem. Aiden could get loose.

But would he? That was the more interesting question.

Had Aiden mentioned how perfect Veronica was? Actually, no, but the thought had already occurred to him multiple times since meeting her, and it did again just now. Hearing her teasing voice and that little chuckle of hers once she climbed onto his back and put him in her hold, he felt foolish for pushing back up as soon as he had. He definitely wouldn’t have minded listening to that a little bit longer.

He was quite curious how Veronica would react once he went vertical, presenting her with the threat of being slammed down onto the mat. Someone with a more conservative mindset might have released the hold out of self-preservation, reset, and looked for a new approach. Aiden was very happy that wasn’t the case here. Veronica called his bluff and pulled back, and Aiden almost smiled as he toppled over and fell right into her clutches. Though he was on top this time, he felt the increasingly familiar feeling of her breasts pressing against his back, as well as her nylon-covered legs wrapping all the way around his waist.

Good god, this felt amazing. Even with those perfect legs putting just enough of a squeeze on him to almost be called "painful," Aiden practically felt drunk on the feeling of her body wrapped around him like a hungry snake ensnaring its prey. His hands feebly pawed at her wrist again, before shifting down to her legs. They felt around as if searching for the best spot to mount a resistance, but that never came. Veronica was right, given the effort she was putting in keeping her hold on, Aiden was strong enough that he could have fought out of this grip relatively easily. But why would he want to do that? Especially when the alternative was to keep feeling up this goddess’ legs while remaining trapped in their sweet embrace. It was a tight embrace too, but Aiden had a feeling it could be tighter.

“Heh… Not bad, doc. But this isn’t really as hard as you can squeeze, is it?” It was as much a dare as it was a question. A challenge, even. He might as well have said, “Give me your best shot, I can take it!” In truth, with this being the closest thing he’s ever experienced to having a match against a woman, Aiden had no idea if he could take her best shot. But he really wanted to find out.

Veronica has been here before, hadn’t she? With more than a few of her session clients. The macho ones, the bodybuilders, the guys who came in wanting a ‘competitive match’. They would start aggressive enough, and she could tell they had the power to be real threats if they wanted to...but they rarely wanted to. Once her thighs got around them, once they were close and hot, once the sweat started to build and the hotel room began to steam, they melted like ice cubes on a hot sidewalk.

Aiden was about the same. Wanted to struggle, be the fish wriggling on the hook, but didn’t want to be free. It was a balance, finding the right amount of resistance, and it seemed like they were on the razor’s edge.

She had a chuckle at his taunt, the vibration traveling through their bodies. ”Goading me, are we? Rather transparent.” She subtly brought her ankles together. ”But if you insist…”

It happened in an instant. Veronica brought out her full power all at once, her thighs hardening and clamping down on his sides like toothless, silken jaws. It was a raw, merciless, crushing power, and it didn’t stop there - she also increased the pressure around her arms, turning it into a true rear naked choke.

It was simple, effective, lethal combination, and she’d put many men - and a few women - to sleep with it in seconds. She would let up if he tapped, but he very well might not have the chance. Sometimes, it was just too fast.

The chuckle sent a shiver of something down Aiden’s spine that he couldn’t fully describe. “Pleasure” may have been the most prominent part of it - the vibration he felt from her torso while it pressed against his back, hearing the chuckle right in his ear while she remained out of view behind him. But it was as ominous as it was sexy, instantly building an intense feeling of anticipation. Even before she said a word Aiden knew she would react to his little challenge, and he could hardly wait for it.

The pressure came in an instant. He knew it would be, but he never could have imagined it would be quite like this. Veronica’s beautiful legs had already been squeezing him, but suddenly it felt as if they were about to crush his midsection! Similarly, the arm wrapped around his neck became such a tight vice Aiden couldn’t even move his head anymore. His eyes went wide in total shock at what he was experiencing, and his mouth instinctively opened to release some sort of cry of pain, but the air-tight chokehold prevented any from coming out.

Aiden’s hands went up to Veronica’s arm. But it had fit so perfectly in the space under his chin and around his neck, as if this were the purpose it was made for, and there was no room for Aiden to get his fingers around the arm and move it. His hands quickly gave up there and went down to her legs. By then his vision was already blurring, and his struggles were greatly weakening. Aiden’s attempt to fight against her scissor hold amounted only to what might as well have been a gentle caress of her nylon-wrapped thighs. If Veronica thought he had been appreciating her legs more than fighting against them, she wouldn’t be entirely wrong. Regardless, Aiden’s hands then flopped limply to the mat at either side of them as he fell unconscious.

He had endured Veronica’s full pressure for...roughly ten seconds, maybe a little less, and then the lights had gone out so fast Aiden hadn’t even had a chance to tap out.

This was, likely, a little unethical, and Veronica could acknowledge that. Wrestling with your patient was unorthodox already, but knocking them out on the floor? She’d heard of people in her profession losing their license over far less. Even under the AFW’s wing, there were risks to her more outlandish methods.

But strange circumstances required strange approaches, and it all worked in Aiden’s favor. This was what he would encounter in the ring, sooner or later - a woman who used her wiles to get him into a precarious position. Better he face it here and work to counter such tactics, than face them raw and unprepared.

That was her justification, at least.

Even as she watched him fade and made it happen, she paid close attention to his every move, making note of the way he went out and what his priorities would be. He made the token move for her arm, and she tightened the hold even harder in anticipation of a fight - he was a strong man, stronger than her above the waist without question, and even like this she wasn’t too confident she could keep him restrained if he put his all into it. But the effort was brief and pointless, and soon enough his hands went to her legs, as if to pry them apart.

She was certain that would be his justification, at least. That wasn’t going to happen. He had to know that wasn’t going to happen. And his prying hands felt oddly more like caresses than anything. Pleasant, too. It had been far too long since she had a good leg massage, maybe they could work on that.

But later, because for now, he was out like a light. ”Ten seconds.” She hummed as he went limp in her arms, taking the train to dream land. ”New record. Not bad.”

Veronica only held the hold for a couple more seconds, just to make sure he was gone all the way, before she let go and allowed him to fall back against her, a lifeless husk. She unwrapped her arms from his neck, but kept her legs in place, as she moved around him and let him lay on the floor, one thigh against his back and the other across an impressive set of abs.

For now, she laid there in a light version of her side scissors. Her ankles were clasped, but she didn’t exert true pressure just yet, wanting him to wake up without too much pain - though she did flex her thighs every few seconds, making sure they were primed and ready for the next act.

When Aiden’s eyes eventually fluttered back open and a slight groan left his lips, confusion was the first thing to flash in his features. He didn’t say it, but his searching eyes made it clear he was thinking “Where am I? What happened?” Before the thought could become strong enough for him to vocalize them, the blonde started pushing himself to sit up, only to feel a sudden tightness around his midsection holding him in place.

That’s when he looked down and saw a pair of gorgeous legs clad in pantyhose sandwiching him between them. Aiden’s eyes took their sweet time, first going down to her crossed feet, before tracing back the other way and finally seeing the therapist, and everything made sense again. Veronica looked so goddamn breathtaking, and likely wasn’t even trying to. But that was just the thing. She had just knocked him out without breaking a sweat. And now she was making sure he stayed down. The pulsating, almost rhythmic squeezes of her legs against his abs were mildly painful, but Aiden now knew for certain this was nowhere near her full strength. Even so, the therapist was doing a terrific job of keeping him there on his back. And with her laid back posture, she made it look like the easiest thing in the world. Having her legs coiled around his midsection already felt amazing, even with the squeeze. But the casual way she laid there while using only her legs to keep him down… Baggy pants or not, Aiden was unmistakably pitching a tent now.

“Whew, man…” he let out with an exhale and a chuckle while his hands went out toward the thigh pressing down on his abs. “Your legs...really are amazing…” the words came out with a slight strain. And then when his hands got to her leg, Aiden would suddenly push against it while trying to pull himself out of her grip. Of course, Veronica had already taught him that her legs were way stronger than his arms. He hadn’t already forgotten, and in truth he didn’t expect to make it out of her clutches here. Nor did he really want to. Aiden actively hoped his futile escape effort would encourage Veronica to pour on the pressure, just as she had moments ago when Aiden goaded her into putting her full strength into the rear naked choke.

Veronica tapped her chin, looking on with rapt attention as Aiden came to. It was always amusing to watch this process.

First, he came too with some minor memory loss. It was as if the brain returned to a default state out of unconsciousness, leaving him confused as to his current position, not knowing where he was, and he would understandably try to move. That was when he’d notice the legs, the memories would come back, and…

Yes, there it was. He spent a long moment looking at her legs, before he focused on the source of them and saw her smiling back his way, giving him a teasing jolt to emphasize. He was making less and less of an effort to hide his arousal now, and she didn’t mind - he was hardly the first to have that kind of reaction. Though she couldn’t recall the last time she’d made such a bulge so quickly, she had to say.

”I’m glad you approve.” She propped her head up on her arm, sighed, then looked on as he started to struggle. She let him get away with it for a moment, even started to let her legs part at his fumbling, like he might get free even with the meager energy he was putting into it...before she slammed her thighs shut again and bore down into his midsection, punishing his escape attempts with something approaching her full pressure. She ground away at him for a few moments, gave him 90%, before dialing it back down to 50%. Still painful, enough to make her ache and restrict his breathing privileges, but not crippling.

”Sorry, you can’t get out that way.” She wagged a finger, then reached down and ran her hand over her thigh, sliding over the material. ”That being said, I might be convinced to let you go if you use your hands in more creative ways.”

Veronica tilted her head to the side, curious to see if he’d take the hint. While she waited, she began to apply more pressure every few seconds, putting an unseen timer on. 55%. 60%. 65%...

Aiden’s body noticeably tensed at the teasing squeeze Veronica applied once his eyes found her. But that was quickly forgotten as he burned the image of her into his mind. That first sight of the therapist casually laying on her side while holding him in her thighs was something he would never forget for as long as he lived. Even as he began to genuinely resist, she just sighed and rested her head on her hand. She clearly wasn’t worried in the slightest about the possibility of him escaping, even as he surprisingly seemed to be making some headway in freeing himself. But that just proved to be another trap, allowing Aiden to waste energy while dangling his freedom in front of him, only to pull it away at the last second and crush him between her thighs again.

Another strained gasp burst from Aiden’s lips as he frantically and futilely squirmed in her clutches. Quickly the immense pressure made it nearly impossible for him to breathe, and it was clear he didn’t have a snowball’s chance in hell of getting out. Fortunately for him she finally relaxed the hold, somewhat. Immediately he laid back on the mat, gasping and panting heavily, while still wincing at the pressure still being applied. Aiden watched her hand run over her thigh, very briefly seeming almost entranced by it, until the increasing pressure started to build again.

He still could hardly believe that he was the pro-wrestler here, yet this therapist was dominating him on the mat like it was child’s play. Granted, she had probably been somewhat modest in describing her session wrestling experience, and Aiden had willingly put himself in position for Veronica to trap him in her clutches. But now that he was trapped, he wasn’t getting out, no matter how hard he tried. There were no ropes to shimmy toward, and her legs were just far too strong for him to pry apart or squirm out of.

Aiden tried to hold out, taking controlled breaths in an effort to help endure the rising force building against his midsection. Soon the pressure became too great for that, and he went from calmly inhaling and exhaling to just holding his breath while his face began to contort in reaction to the pain. Still he held on, letting the pressure build until it was near the crushing pressure she had just used to punish his last escape attempt. Then instincts took over logic, and his hands frantically started pushing and feeling around Veronica’s legs in search of a means of escape that simply did not exist. She really had him dead to rights. And finally, when the pressure at last became too great for Aiden to withstand any longer, his hand began tapping repeatedly on her silky, nylon-clad killer thigh.

The pretty therapist had just made the pro-wrestler tap out, almost effortlessly. And per the rules they had set up, that still didn’t necessarily even mean this was over. She still had the option to reject his submission. If she did, then as broken down as Aiden was by now, he’d be entirely helpless to stop Veronica from doing whatever she wanted to him.

He could hardly remember the last time he had felt this excited.

70%...75%...

It was truly fascinating to watch Aiden. In much the same way that an entomologist might’ve enjoyed watch a fly jerk about a web, she imagined.

He didn't say anything, but he didn’t need to. His face told the story. He was stuck between two extremes, caught between his body’s need to preserve itself and his mind’s desire to be crushed between her legs. He struggled and fought, but he didn’t want to get free. If he truly believed he was in danger, he could do many things to pull himself out of this sorry state. Throw a punch at her face, start hammering her thighs, as simple as that.

Or would he? Would he let her crush him all day, even if it caused him serious injury? How far could she go, would he let her go? It was a curious question, and one she pondered as his

80%...85%...90%...

And there it was, right on cue. Veronica prided herself on determining her clients threshold, and sure enough, this about it for Aiden, as the taps came fast and frantic. She dialed it back right away, going down to a paltry 10%. Enough to keep him place, but no worse than an overly tightened seatbelt.

”Taps are nice, Aiden.” She wagged a finger his way. ”But apologies, I should have been clearer. I don’t want your submission right now. Not in that way.”

Veronica reached over, took his wrist in her hand, and placed his palm down on the thickest part of her thigh. ”Massage my legs.” She spoke simple and plain, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. ”Worship them.”

Aiden was immensely thankful Veronica released the pressure of her scissor hold when he tapped. She didn’t release the hold itself, and kept him trapped between her deadly thighs. But he could at least breathe now. And for a few moments that’s all he did, lay flat on the mat and take heavy, gasping breaths as his lungs struggled desperately to replenish the air he had lost over the last several moments.

And then the special rule of this spar came into play. Veronica could have accepted his submission and taken the quick, easy victory right then and there. But she didn’t. The therapist clearly had no worry that he might find a way to turn the tables on her, nor was there any reason for such a concern. She had Aiden right where she wanted him. He was entirely at her mercy, a fact Veronica exploited by commanding him to message and worship her legs, even pulling his hand onto her thigh.

“Yes, Mistr— I mean, uh… Veronica,” he said, blushing a bit with that slip of the tongue. Trying to push that out of his mind, Aiden wasted no time obeying the therapist’s order. His free hand joined the one already on Veronica’s thigh, and both of them began messaging her leg. This was his first time following the orders of a woman who had just wrestled him into submission. But it wasn’t his first time giving a leg massage. Between past girlfriends and some professional dominatrixes he had seen, Aiden had plenty of practice with this, and it showed here. His hands glided over her leg, enjoying the smooth fabric covering it while he applied pressure with his palms and rubbed at her muscles to stimulate and relax them.

Veronica’s order was to massage and worship her legs. He was doing the best he could to satisfy both aspects of that order with his hands, but Aiden wanted to do more. He wanted to kiss them, lick them, really show them the full extent of the adoration they deserved. Aiden licked his lip at the thought without even noticing, focusing on the task at hand. This was what Veronica wanted for now, so he strove to ensure he did a satisfactory job.