I won’t give my name for fear of reprisals and shame but I am a 30 year old IT security professional living with my parents in a residential town outside Tokyo. The commute into the city on an overcrowded train is unpleasant but the job is reasonably paid. Father is an executive in the electronics business and often travels abroad for long periods which suits me. Mother is a very traditional Japanese housewife, quiet and dutiful. In her mid 50’s, she is slim, petite and quite attractive. Long straight black hair would have fallen past her shoulders if not tied neatly in a bob behind her head leaving the forehead clear with a few delicate strands gracefully hugging her cheeks. She has a gentle oval face with graceful slender eyebrows arching over sleek almond shaped eyes with hazel irises, high full cheeks and a petite stubby cute nose. Her generous full lipped mouth gives a very welcoming smile after the commute. She wore very subtle make-up and had a few faint wrinkles around the eyes and mouth. Always dressed demurely with a pleasing figure and buxom bust-line, she kept home and garden tidy and prepared the meals.

This morning Mother bid me a good day at the office as I head for the door. I give a gentle kiss upon her cheek then tell her that I will be home later than usual as I will be celebrating my birthday. Nodding, she light-heartedly tells me not to get too drunk. I reassure her that I won’t as I have work the next day but not that I will be going to Club Priest, the exclusive fetish club for men who appreciate dominant fit attractive women skilled in the martial arts and erotic domination. I go every 3 or 4 months when I have saved for the rather expensive sessions with one of their stunningly sexy girls. Intercourse is not allowed but there are rumours that some sell services privately.

I had a few drinks with colleagues at lunch but after work got the subway to a seedy part of town. At a particular phone box on the street, I wait for it to ring. People gave me dirty glances as if I were waiting for a prostitute. The phone rang and I picked up the handset where an automated voice system told me to enter my personal number then to hang up and wait. I’d long spotted the club bouncer standing on the corner trying to look inconspicuous before coming across to take me to the club. With wonky eyes, a busted nose and broken teeth, he pretended not to recognise me or engage in small talk. As I followed him down the backstreets I thought of Reiko, the most beautiful fittest girl on the roster. I dream of her all the time but have never met her. A session with her is incredibly expensive but I was going to treat myself as she is worth it. I had saved up hard for this moment, Reiko was my birthday present to myself. Tall beautiful, long flowing hair, perfect figure and big firm breasts, she is fit but not overtly muscular. Skilled in unarmed combat, I look to forward to being trapped between her sexy long legs facing her taut pert buttocks as she slowly scissors me senseless while making my dick fit to blast. I am sure I could charm her into a private session where I would win her as my girlfriend.

I know what I like and am very particular. No tattoos, small discrete ones OK but large ones look dirty, unfeminine and spoil the body. I want a pretty girl not a big butch type. No ball-busting unless light and playful. Spitting, scratching, biting, golden showers or defecating is disgusting. No dildo up the backside or anywhere else for that matter. No choking with hands or slapping. Only one on one beat-down. For 20,000 YEN an hour beat-down where you can’t fight back, I have the right to choose what I want.

At the top of a dark narrow side-alley, my guide looks around to make sure we weren’t being watched before beckoning me to a small side door. Pulling out a heavy chain with keys he unlocks then opens the door. Inside is a small waiting room with a grilled window behind which the manager sits. Apart from the entrance, there is only one door electronically locked until you pay. “I have a session with Reiko. I booked it ages ago and paid in advance” I told him. The man looked uncomfortable before apologising and telling me that there was an unexpected priority booking by a very important American to entertain some very rich clients. “Reiko?” I asked with dawning dismay. “Asked for her personally. The entire roster in fact” “That’s not fair! How many girls do they need?” “Rich men are very gluttonous” he tried to sound sympathetic. “I paid good money. It’s my birthday treat” “Happy birthday” he said unconvincingly. “I’m a regular” “I’m sorry but how can I refuse the President of the USA especially when he threatened to nuke Tokyo if I refused?” If he was joking he didn’t show it.

“Let me see what I can do for you?” he sighed before consulting his computer. “Ah yes, Madame Priest is available” he said. “Never heard of her. I want Reiko” “Don’t we all?” he laughed “I’m doing this for you as a favour. She is a more mature woman and very good, used to work the big name dungeons and now trains the girls here. Very popular with our more select clients. You are very lucky to get a session with her” I wasn’t convinced. “OK, half normal rate” My ears perked up that “No time limit” I’d never heard of that before “No chaperone” he added. Was he desperate? There was always a big burly man there to make sure you didn’t get it on with the girls or fight back. I pulled out my list of likes and dislikes but he waved it aside. “She is very traditional and won’t do any of that extreme stuff. Just tell her what you want” “Except schoolgirl uniforms” he added with a nod towards the back room.

The door unlocked and the bouncer led me to a session room where I got into my shorts and t-shirt in the small changing area, disappointed I was not facing Reiko. A while later he returned with a slender woman around 5 foot 2 in height. My attention was caught by a pair of shiny black leather high-heeled thigh-length boots above which a black leather jacket was tailored to a slim hour-glass figure. Those eye-catching slinky boots were a good 6 inches or more above the knee with the top of her thighs bare and firm. Proportionately slender legs filled them with feminine curves around the foot, calves and hamstrings. Her face was covered by a large beautifully enamelled metallic butterfly mask with outspread wings over the eyes. Maybe it was the hazel coloured eyes staring out at me or the complexion around the full-lipped mouth and chin left uncovered beneath the spread back wings, but I knew this was a mature woman. Long black hair flowed from high above the forehead, down either side of her face and down the back of her head. Her size and posture, even her hair and mouth disturbingly reminded me of my mother. “You are dismissed” she told the man curtly. He looks like he was going to object. “Do you need another demonstration that I can take care of myself?” she told him with an acid tongue and he quickly backed away bowing submissively. That voice! It sounded so much like my mother and I tell her so. Her features behind the mask turned steely “Does your mother dress like this?” she growled indicating her sexy attire “Does she beat up men for a living?” I could only gasp “No”.

I try to go through my list. “You get what you deserve and just try to stop me” she berated like a teacher. “Please remove the mask. I want to see your face” I told the assertive woman. Her hands flashed out to the underside of my jaw and pressed a thumb into a spot just behind my lower jaw bone then pushed up into the softer tissue behind. Pain flared as she pressed against a nerve. I tried to turn my face away but she held my chin with her other hand to prevent it. Her fingers felt like steel which I was unable to prise away. “Do not command me like a servant” That voice! It reminded me of being scolded by Mum when I was a kid. “Do you know who I am?” she hissed sending chills down my spine radiating an air of menace. I couldn’t even form coherent words. Her face moved close, staring into my eyes while I suffered beneath her fingers. The side of her cheek brushed mine as her mouth moved close to my ear, her hot breath stimulating as she whispered “I am the woman who is going to punish you; hard” Her tongue gave my neck a long lingering lick sending tingles throughout my body and a stiffness in my groin. Her face moved back to study my suffering. “Go home now before you get hurt” she sneered then released me and began to unbutton and remove the leather jacket. Beneath was a stylish soft white leather wrap-around top so short it barely covered her hips. The contrast with the expanse of firm bare upper thighs and those long shiny black leather boots was erotic. An elaborate floral pattern with a wide central patterned belt suggestive of a geisha’s obi sash was tied off with a black martial arts belt with stripes suggesting a high rank unlikely for a woman who worked here. The effect was intimidating yet arousing.

“You don’t want a woman old enough to be your mother” she accused “You want Reiko. Lovely young Reiko” I felt awkward, unable to deny it. “What would your mum say if she knew you were here?” she sneered “Leave my mother out of it. She’s a good woman” I snapped. Hands flashed out to grasp my right hand, a quick twist and I yelped as my palm was turned inward. Her right thigh-boot brushed the back of my right ankle as she pressed outward and down against my twisted wrist. Off-balance I fell swiftly and my back hit the mat. She had just thrown me! With my wrist captive the masked woman knelt, pressing a knee into my armpit. I cried out as she bent my hand right back whilst leveraging my arm. Flat on my back, I was at the stone-cold mercy of my smirking conqueror. Twisting my wrist, she forced me to my front but did it slowly to emphasise her control. Pulling my arm straight up behind me between the bare tops of her thighs, I felt exquisitely dominated and stiffness spread over my dick. “Are you going to cry?” she sneered bending my elbow the wrong way. “You’ll break my arm!” I squealed as sharp bolts of pain shot through it “Oh you big cry baby!” she mocked then yanked my hand into the small of my back. “Get up!” she commanded. I yelped as she rose behind me stressing the hammerlock forcing me to go with her, embarrassed to be at the mercy of a smaller older woman.

Keeping my wrist bent she walked around to my right side at a sedate pace straightening my arm with a slight twist while those sexy leather boots reflected the lights with a wonderful shimmer. “Still wish I was wonderful Reiko?” she sneered. A sharp hiss left her lips as a dainty fist flashed out to drill a punch into my side. Whipping my arm into the air she spun around beneath it then swung it down launching me into the air with a spinning wrist throw that whipped me through the air in a daze until my back crashed hard upon the mats. The booted mistress was instantly down by my side perpendicular to my shoulders pulling my arm between her long shiny boots as they stretched out to drape over my upper chest and neck. Levering the back of my arm over her crotch, the back of her boots pressed down preventing my torso from rising as she over-stretched my arm at the elbow. She had rendered me helpless in a side arm-bar! “So humiliating for a big strong young man like you to be owned by a woman old enough to be your mother” she sneered as I writhed in pain. Pulling my arm back over her crotch my throat rose to press into the soft leather at the back of a boot although the leg within was solid enough to cause me to choke. “Imagine I am your mother. How shaming would that be for you, being overpowered by your own mum?” she mocked. The feel of her legs while clad in sexy thigh-boots restraining me while stretching my arm over her crotch was so feminine, was it any wonder my cock was hard? “How does it feel, to be owned by Mummy?” the woman teased in a voice too close for comfort to that of my real mother yet my dick gave a huge lurch and began twitching in my pants. I cried out as she stared at me smugly while over-stretching my arm until it felt my elbow would explode. “Stop!” I cried. “Mummy is an expert in jiu-jitsu and knows what she is doing” she declared as I gritted my teeth against the agony. “Do you like the feel of Mum’s crotch against the back of your elbow?” she teased “Mummy could snap your arm with her pussy”. The way she talked was unsettling yet really turned me on. “Dirty Boy!” she exclaimed as a hand stole to the front of my shorts and felt the stiff tent that had formed there. It got even harder as she traced its outline with a light tantalising touch that drove me crazy and made me buck my hips to work myself off in her hand but she let go with a wicked laugh. “You like being dominated by Mummy” the woman taunted. “You’re not my mother” I gasped in annoyance. “Disrespectful boy!” she scolds. Bending both legs to put her soles on the mat, she pressed down while raising her hips high. The boots formed a bridge over me with her knees at the highest point, the tops of her thighs fell away on either side, sleek firm and blemish-free. I screamed as tendons over-extended and her hips bounced up and down as if trying to snap my arm. My legs kicked frantically against the mat to peels of laughter from my leather-clad tormentor.

With relief her pert backside returned to the mat and a leg rose away from my chest rising high to hover over me with the leather shimmering in the lights. I studied the slinky boot in appreciation, her leg filling it with long slim feminine lines and curves with good shape to her hamstrings and outer thighs, the tops of which gleamed with a hint of hardness and strength. “Apologise” she demanded “What?” the leg dropped like a guillotine, the back the boot pounded my chest then rose and did it again and again brutally pounding out my breath by increments while she chuckled. “Pardon me” she corrected my grammar as Mum would as the tendons in my overstretched elbow arm protested in agony. “Ora!” she uttered with a heavily emphasised rolled R taunting me to do something about it if I didn’t like it. The sole of a boot planted itself on my face as she maintained the tortuous arm-bar. “Ora Ora!” she said more aggressively making her point pushing my face one-way then the other rubbing it beneath her foot while laughing. “You disappoint me. I thought I raised you better than this” her taunts were interspersed with long periods of just being held there, unable to move my torso for fear of the pain that would cause as I bathed in the mature woman’s dominance. “Apologise for being so rude to your mother” she demanded then planted both boots upon the mat and raised her hips high to torture my arm in an excruciating series of thrusts of her crotch that reduced me to crying out for mercy. “Please I’m sorry” I begged “Mother” I added to make the agony stop. To my relief it did and she withdrew her boots then stood up leaving me on the mat nursing my arm.

“Get up” the woman demanded. I glanced at the boots before me and their breath-taking length to the very short leather form-fitting micro kimono. She looked really sexy. I yelped as a sharp-pointed boot toe kicked my side. “I won’t tell you again. Stand up or I will pull you up by your balls” I rose quickly knowing that a woman like this would take great pleasure in carrying out that threat. “What’s wrong? Is Mummy making you cry?” she mocked with hands arrogantly on her hips “Stop saying that! you’re not my mother!” I told her. A chilling angry glare was followed by a sharp explosion of breath as a flash of leather-reflected light streaked towards me. I groaned as the leading edge of a boot slammed across my lower belly twice in rapid succession. Without lowering, the slender leg lanced out again with two more hisses to pound twice across my belly again, then twice more. My abs are in good shape from working out at the company gym but her kicks came too fast to allow me to catch my breath and I was shocked to find myself leaning forwards. Hissing with each kick the shiny boot flashed up and down, alternating between my upper stomach and lower pounding the air from my lungs bit by bit. In shame I had to turn away but a long shimmering boot curled around my side driving the sharp toe in hard. I cried out and tried to protect my side with my arm but the shin of the boot hammered my elbow and it fell numb. The petite woman was relentless. No matter which way I turned she peppered my sides with fast, hard kicks. Her stamina was amazing, her slender legs limber with frequent sexy glimpses of the firm top of her thighs and tight briefs at her crotch. She was a non-stop rapid-fire kicking machine. My sides were raw and I had to turn my back on her but kicks stung the sides of my buttocks then cracked across my behind. “I’m really kicking your arse now” she laughed not sounding out of breath. “Stop!” I gasped whirling to face her but more kicks accompanied by hisses whipped across my belly, sides, chest and the side of my head with terrifying speed leaving me dazed and confused for so long it’s not true. “Ora!” make me. Her legs kicked my left side then the right in a heartbeat. Two more hisses as lightning bolts of leather struck my balls, slamming them against my pelvis. I scream as my groin erupts in pain, creasing forward as I go onto my toes. “Mummy shouldn’t break her son’s balls” she chuckles “But you’ve been bad” two more piercing strikes to my nuts make me scream. I want to fall to my knees and curl up clutching my balls but know she will continue to kick them even when I’m down. I force myself to stay standing, although it takes an effort not to fold over.