Kiki knew Martin would be a client as soon as she saw him at the Amazonia Boxing Club. A complete "Gentle," she thought And like all of his kind, men who wanted to be knocked out by a strong woman, Kiki figured him for a pussy hound. As it turned out, Kiki was right on both assumptions.
She made friends with Martin, having longer and longer conversations with the perspective client after they worked out at the Amazonia. Kiki and Martin even had a sparring match, during which the big tited domme probed her opponent with a few hard punches, studying his response. The reaction was a mix of surprised and pleasure. After the sparring, Kiki told Martin about the mixed combat sessions she conducted. Martin agreed immediately, relating in detail the fantasy he wanted to make real.
Getting these details was a quick way to learn what kind of fetish possessed a client. Martin's was the perfect submissive dream. When Kiki offered, for a small additional charge, to record their session, Martin happily agreed.
They rented a room at the No Tell, a second rate motel on Route 3. He got ready first, quickly getting on his shorts. Kiki took her time in the bathroom and eventually emerged topless, a red pair of foxy boxing trunks showing of what more than one guy at the Amazonia called her "thunder thighs."
"Thank you, Martin!" she said, accepting a small wade of bills from the client and then turning on the digital camcorder. "Now put on my gloves!"
Lovingly, Martin followed the order, pulling the red boxing gloves over Kiki's raised hands.
"I'm sending you to Kiki Dreamland! Know what that is?"
Arousal stiffened Martin. "No!"
"That's when I knock you out and dream about me!"
Kiki let Martin get in a few punches before giving him what he wanted. She was methodical with her shots, like surgeon operating with precision. Raining blows on his body, Kiki taunted and mocked him.
Martin started to go numb and it took a minute for him to realize Kiki was no longer beating on him. Two punches sent Martin into a KO daze. Kiki shifted the wobbly male toward the double bed, careful to keep him in frame.
"Come on, Miss Punching Bag," taunted Kiki. "You're gonna cum yourself when you watch this next part..when you get out of the hospital, of course!"
Martin only heard Kiki's mockery, but didn't understand it. There was only the sweet sexiness of her voice, which made him warm and horny inside. He started staring at Kiki's large, round breasts, pink nipples protruding, until a forceful voice ordered him,"Martin honey, look up here!"
A wall of blackness slammed into the semi conscious fighter.
The camcorder took in a full shot of Martin on his back, out cold, a massive, tent-like bulge in the front of his shorts. Kneeling beside her victim, Kiki pulled off her gloves as she marveled at how thoroughly she'd trounced Martin.
"I'll bet you've got women's panties on underneath!"
Kiki yanked down Martin's shorts, revealing a massive erection. Smiling, she slipped her right glove around his elongated penis and started jerking him off for the camera. Each time she brought off the client, Martin's smile got bigger.
"You fucking me in your dreams, boy!?"
Actually, Martin dreamed of wrestling naked with Wonder Woman.
Kiki fucked Martin for an hour after he regained his senses. She wouldn't admit it, but the purple shiner growing around his right eye had her furiously horny.
"Are you in love with me, boy!?"
Kiki was on top of Martin, happily delirious from love making. Martin nodded, passively. Kiki pulled her fist back. "Sweet dreams, love hammer!"
POW!
Martin was out. Kiki got dressed, packed up and put the CD card from the camcorder on Martin's chest. She kissed him before leaving.
A month later, Martin began dating Flora, an Asian woman he met at a business convention. After the relationship got serious, he showed her the recording of his session with Kiki. Flora was stunned and had sex with Martin all night.
