MMA Domination

Our Fearless Supreme Leader and the world-renowned Asian Dominatrix, Astro Domina, returns to MMA Domination to crush this loser’s skull. Clad in a black one piece and lying in bed, Astro is bored from watching the television and states, “Hey slave boy! Come over here!”. Without hesitation, Astro immediately locks onto her preys’ neck with a straight headscissors and quickly establishes superiority over this wanker. Locking this idiot’s neck between her thick thighs in a figure four headscissors, her slaves face begins to turn purple from the immense pressure of her fatal thighs. “Look at your tomato face,” Astro mocks as her prey is rapidly running out of oxygen and fighting for every breath. Still not done toying with her prey, Astro locks in a side headscissors as she pokes his forehead to further irritate his suffering. “You are so pathetic!” proclaims Astro as she crushes not only his head but also his manhood. Driving her big calves into his carotid artery, Astro’s sexual sadism is satiated as the lights start to dim for her pathetic slave. For the grand finale, Astro cranks back with full power in a straight headscissors, and squeezes until her helpless prey can take no more. Commanding her slave to “Get out of my face!” the Fearless Supreme Leader gets “Whatever I want,” which is the world and everything in it; and you have no choice but to submit to the divine deity that is Astro Domina.

Our Fearless Supreme Leader and the world-renowned Asian Dominatrix, Astro Domina, returns to MMA Domination to crush this loser’s skull. Clad in a black one piece and lying in bed, Astro is bored from watching the television and states, “Hey slave boy! Come over here!”. Without hesitation, Astro immediately locks onto her preys’ neck with a straight headscissors and quickly establishes superiority over this wanker. Locking this idiot’s neck between her thick thighs in a figure four headscissors, her slaves face begins to turn purple from the immense pressure of her fatal thighs. “Look at your tomato face,” Astro mocks as her prey is rapidly running out of oxygen and fighting for every breath. Still not done toying with her prey, Astro locks in a side headscissors as she pokes his forehead to further irritate his suffering. “You are so pathetic!” proclaims Astro as she crushes not only his head but also his manhood. Driving her big calves into his carotid artery, Astro’s sexual sadism is satiated as the lights start to dim for her pathetic slave. For the grand finale, Astro cranks back with full power in a straight headscissors, and squeezes until her helpless prey can take no more. Commanding her slave to “Get out of my face!” the Fearless Supreme Leader gets “Whatever I want,” which is the world and everything in it; and you have no choice but to submit to the divine deity that is Astro Domina.

Find it hard to rest?

Call Tilly McReese.

Brian learned this the... hard? Best? Most pleasurable way?

It all started when he asked Tilly, “Can you help me fall resting?”

“Sure, it’s a little bit unconventional, to say the least but it’s worth a shot.” She replies while putting her phone away, annoyed.

Brian crawls on his knees towards Tilly’s welcoming, spread wide-open legs. As soon as his nose touches her mound, it activates a spring and she encompasses him with her powerful thighs.

Tilly McReese may only be 5’4” and a little over 100 pounds but the power within her thighs belongs to someone bigger.

Where is she getting that tremendous strength?

After a few tentative positions, she does a figure four from the side while she lectures Brian about how coffee affects rest.

His face turns purple.

He taps.

She doesn’t let up. Instead, she says: “I’ve never seen anyone’s face turn that shade before...”

He taps again. Desperate for air.

She lets him go and makes him lie down on the floor before mounting him in a reverse scissors position.

The pressure comes back on.

He grunts in pain.

“I just want to rest”

“How bad do you want it?”

“Badly.”

She returns to the couch and puts Brian’s head in a scissors hold and gives it her all.

He taps

She doesn’t let go

He goes out

If you’re having a bout of insomnia, call Tilly.

After all, Tilly says: “If rest doesn’t come, just induce it.”

Find it hard to rest?

Call Tilly McReese.

Brian learned this the... hard? Best? Most pleasurable way?

It all started when he asked Tilly, “Can you help me fall resting?”

“Sure, it’s a little bit unconventional, to say the least but it’s worth a shot.” She replies while putting her phone away, annoyed.

Brian crawls on his knees towards Tilly’s welcoming, spread wide-open legs. As soon as his nose touches her mound, it activates a spring and she encompasses him with her powerful thighs.

Tilly McReese may only be 5’4” and a little over 100 pounds but the power within her thighs belongs to someone bigger.

Where is she getting that tremendous strength?

After a few tentative positions, she does a figure four from the side while she lectures Brian about how coffee affects rest.

His face turns purple.

He taps.

She doesn’t let up. Instead, she says: “I’ve never seen anyone’s face turn that shade before...”

He taps again. Desperate for air.

She lets him go and makes him lie down on the floor before mounting him in a reverse scissors position.

The pressure comes back on.

He grunts in pain.

“I just want to rest”

“How bad do you want it?”

“Badly.”

She returns to the couch and puts Brian’s head in a scissors hold and gives it her all.

He taps

She doesn’t let go

He goes out

If you’re having a bout of insomnia, call Tilly.

After all, Tilly says: “If rest doesn’t come, just induce it.”

You wouldn’t think Rapture was anything but a sweet woman with her pixie cut and lightly colored rainbow underthings when you first meet her. Her full breasts belie the fact that she is all muscle underneath. Muscle and menace in a sweet package.

I mean aren’t women with pixie cuts and light-colored two-piece swimwear light and friendly?

Until you realize you’re standing inside a wrestling ring. And she stands 5’10”. Muscles rippling. A slight grin crosses her face. At once, the nice woman you just met transforms into an Amazon out to deliver worldclass locks and holds.

She asks: “are you ready for this?”

There isn’t even time to answer before she gets you down onto your knees and applies the first of a variety of chokeholds guaranteed to make your face flush red and purple.

You’d think her ample breasts would provide enough cushion, just enough to comfort you as you fall resting within her vise like grip. But no. Those are just as hard as the rest of her.

Her voice, although subdued, calm even, taunts you as you flit between worlds of resting and awake. You wonder where reality starts and slumberland begins as she alternates her holds and locks to give you a momentary respite before tensing up again.

It’s like watching a gigantic, voluptuous Tinkerbell on steroids throwing Peter Pan, albeit an older, obese version, around inside an actual wrestling ring.

Hands down one of the most entertaining things I’ve seen this year.

The whistle hits my ear sharp and shrill. She calls me like a mutt and treats me like a mongrel.

I obey like a lovesick puppy.

I am no longer human. I subject myself to her dominance.

“Good boy” she says as soon as she positions herself behind me.

Carefully.

Lovingly.

“I’ll squeeze this brain out of your skull” she promises quietly.

Her powerful legs embrace my head like an anaconda with its last prey.

She does a figure four. Her powerful thighs lock my head in place while one immobilizes my right arm by hooking under my armpit.

I can’t move.

I can’t think.

I can’t breathe.

“Don’t be going to rest yet. Not yet.”

She toys with me. Bringing me just to the brink of rest before letting go to let me breathe again.

She sits on top of me.

It excites me.

But just before her pink bikini clad mound descends on my mouth, she stops. She is inches away from me. She squeezes again.

She reverses her position, still on top of me. All of 5’11” and 178 lbs of her lying above me.

This time her body is nearer. Taunting me with her proximity. I can almost taste her.

“Ready for this bitch boy?”

Throughout the session, her squeezes get more and more powerful. This time, it only takes a second before my head feels like it’s about to explode.

I groan.

She chuckles.

I whimper.

She laughs some more.

Woof.

How can someone so small push someone so big around so easily?

The Fearless Supreme Leader, Astro Domina, is back at it again! Dominating men for women all over the world with ease.

She doesn’t fool around. Astro Domina immediately grabs the back of Brian’s neck and expertly drops him to the ground. She then mounts his prone position using her thighs and the ground to lock his head into place.

Her soft mound pressed up against his hard chin.

The pleasure is fleeting.

Temporary.

He groans. She flexes her powerful thighs.

His carotid circulation cut off. His pale face turns pink then crimson.

Just before he blacks out, Astro jumps up giving him a brief respite. Perhaps a chance to breathe.

And then she throws him to the ground again, this time taking him from behind and locking his head in the vise-like power of her thighs. Not content with the amount of pressure she can deliver, Astro does a figure four.

He holds on for dear life.

“How does that feel huh?” she asks, taunting him.

He can only grunt in response. The words “it hurts” escapes through clenched teeth.

She slaps him. “of course, it hurts!”

Talk about total domination, Astro Domina has Brian crouch on the mat and simply stand over him, her thighs on either side of his oversized head. Her entire weight is on him as she plays around, reveling in her display of dominance.

How much more can Brian take from this little tyrant?

The whistle hits my ear sharp and shrill. She calls me like a mutt and treats me like a mongrel.

I obey like a lovesick puppy.

I am no longer human. I subject myself to her dominance.

“Good boy” she says as soon as she positions herself behind me.

Carefully.

Lovingly.

“I’ll squeeze this brain out of your skull” she promises quietly.

Her powerful legs embrace my head like an anaconda with its last prey.

She does a figure four. Her powerful thighs lock my head in place while one immobilizes my right arm by hooking under my armpit.

I can’t move.

I can’t think.

I can’t breathe.

“Don’t be going to rest yet. Not yet.”

She toys with me. Bringing me just to the brink of rest before letting go to let me breathe again.

She sits on top of me.

It excites me.

But just before her pink bikini clad mound descends on my mouth, she stops. She is inches away from me. She squeezes again.

She reverses her position, still on top of me. All of 5’11” and 178 lbs of her lying above me.

This time her body is nearer. Taunting me with her proximity. I can almost taste her.

“Ready for this bitch boy?”

Throughout the session, her squeezes get more and more powerful. This time, it only takes a second before my head feels like it’s about to explode.

I groan.

She chuckles.

I whimper.

She laughs some more.

Woof.

Miss Jasmine, 5’7”, 145 lbs, with generous breasts and a beautiful face, starts the session by sitting on my face, smothering me with her pussy lips. The only barrier between my lips and hers is the material of her light yoga pants.

I can barely breathe.

She’s getting off on the sensation of dominating me this way.

It’s been a solid minute.

She finally gets up.

I gasp for air.

She takes the time to reposition, catching me in a leg lock. She squeezes her muscles together causing pressure to build up in my head. I turn pink.

Her technique is different from the others. She puts you in a powerful squeeze and yet manages to be gentle. She puts in enough pressure to bring you to the brink of darkness and just when you’re about to step off, pull you back.

Definitely a pro.

She puts me in a figure four from the side. She holds me in that position before getting up and smothering me again by sitting on my face.

Her scent is heady.

I don’t remember much as she expertly handles me throughout the session.

I can’t wait for the next time I’m with Miss Jasmine.

Miss Jasmine, 5’7”, 145 lbs, with generous breasts and a beautiful face, starts the session by sitting on my face, smothering me with her pussy lips. The only barrier between my lips and hers is the material of her light yoga pants.

I can barely breathe.

She’s getting off on the sensation of dominating me this way.

It’s been a solid minute.

She finally gets up.

I gasp for air.

She takes the time to reposition, catching me in a leg lock. She squeezes her muscles together causing pressure to build up in my head. I turn pink.

Her technique is different from the others. She puts you in a powerful squeeze and yet manages to be gentle. She puts in enough pressure to bring you to the brink of darkness and just when you’re about to step off, pull you back.

Definitely a pro.

She puts me in a figure four from the side. She holds me in that position before getting up and smothering me again by sitting on my face.

Her scent is heady.

I don’t remember much as she expertly handles me throughout the session.

I can’t wait for the next time I’m with Miss Jasmine.

Miss Jasmine, 5’7”, 145 lbs, with generous breasts and a beautiful face, starts the session by sitting on my face, smothering me with her pussy lips. The only barrier between my lips and hers is the material of her light yoga pants.

I can barely breathe.

She’s getting off on the sensation of dominating me this way.

It’s been a solid minute.

She finally gets up.

I gasp for air.

She takes the time to reposition, catching me in a leg lock. She squeezes her muscles together causing pressure to build up in my head. I turn pink.

Her technique is different from the others. She puts you in a powerful squeeze and yet manages to be gentle. She puts in enough pressure to bring you to the brink of darkness and just when you’re about to step off, pull you back.

Definitely a pro.

She puts me in a figure four from the side. She holds me in that position before getting up and smothering me again by sitting on my face.

Her scent is heady.

I don’t remember much as she expertly handles me throughout the session.

I can’t wait for the next time I’m with Miss Jasmine.

Why is it that the smallest girls happen to secretly be the most dominant?

Take for example Kody Evans. Blonde, blue eyes, small frame, 5’5” and just a smidge over a hundred pounds. Dress her up in a school girls uniform and you’d never suspect her to have the ability to crush heads with her powerful legs.

Kody Evans is also a master trash talker. She taunts her john as she delivers the goods. She gives you a running commentary as she squeezes the grey matter out of your pathetic skull.

Her breathy voice and lilting laugh the soundtrack to your last moments before you black out. Her alabaster skin the last things you see as rest takes over.

And just as you drift off, she demands that you look into her eyes. Her command is the lifeline that keeps you barely conscious as she continues to squeeze.

“Don’t close your eyes!”

She won’t allow you to. She likes watching as she increases the pressure.

“Did I say you could close them?”

She says in a mocking voice.

“Look into my eyes!”

She demands.

You comply.

“Pathetic. Look at you. Don’t you dare close your eyes.”

You try your hardest.

But rest finally takes over.

Why is it that the smallest girls happen to secretly be the most dominant?

Take for example Kody Evans. Blonde, blue eyes, small frame, 5’5” and just a smidge over a hundred pounds. Dress her up in a school girls uniform and you’d never suspect her to have the ability to crush heads with her powerful legs.

Kody Evans is also a master trash talker. She taunts her john as she delivers the goods. She gives you a running commentary as she squeezes the grey matter out of your pathetic skull.

Her breathy voice and lilting laugh the soundtrack to your last moments before you black out. Her alabaster skin the last things you see as rest takes over.

And just as you drift off, she demands that you look into her eyes. Her command is the lifeline that keeps you barely conscious as she continues to squeeze.

“Don’t close your eyes!”

She won’t allow you to. She likes watching as she increases the pressure.

“Did I say you could close them?”

She says in a mocking voice.

“Look into my eyes!”

She demands.

You comply.

“Pathetic. Look at you. Don’t you dare close your eyes.”

You try your hardest.

But rest finally takes over.

Everything about Extreme Electra is designed to drive any man crazy with desire. Her vibrant pink underwear, her dirty blonde hair, golden skin, massive mammaries, make her the perfect lap dancer.

She starts giving her john a sensual dance. She sits on his lap to increase the level of intimacy between them. The only barrier between them and full-on carnal relations are the layers of clothing they still possess.

He mistakes this as an invitation to touch her.

A strict no-no.

“Why are you touching me all over right now?” she asked, irked by his uninvited advances. She doesn’t wait for an answer. She puts his head between her legs and proceeds to clamp down on him. His head is trapped in a vise, about to explode.

“Do I look like a call girl to you? I was giving you a dance!”

She increases the pressure. She lets him go for a moment and then slaps him.

Repeatedly.

“How does that feel? Now you know how it feels to be touched when you don’t want to be touched!”

From that moment on, Extreme Electra becomes the Queen of Extreme placing this fool in various positions of discomfort.

For a very long half hour he receives punches, kicks, and various chokes.

“You better not say anything to anyone, or I’ll come back and kick your ass”

A threat she has obviously demonstrated she is quite capable of carrying out.

There’s just something about Sheena that gets the veins pumping. Seeing her in red makes it flow even faster.

What we see in this clip is a ragged looking man who’s either had the misfortune of being used as a punching bag to warm Sheena up for her performance or he’s simply going through a lot in life and sees her as a pleasurable way to end his miserable life.

Within seconds he is immobilized by her powerful legs. Tree trunks. Her ass, lovely to look at, is terrifying to behold when clenched. His grunting, as he fights to hold on to consciousness gives you an idea of how a car would sound if it had human lungs when it goes into the crusher.

His skin immediately flushes pink. It starts with his face. To his chest.

His skin’s color nearly matches the sexy lingerie she has on. She casually adjusts her straps. His face is buried between the delta of her legs. He breathes her in with what little air he can inhale.

He is lucky she lets him off easy by not employing punches in this session. Her light jabs are devastating to the regular joe. He pleads for her not to hit him. She obliges.

She stands over him victorious. And delivers a light, kick to the head that turns the switch off in his brain. We end up looking at a defeated man. Off camera, we hear her laugh.

Sheena. She makes me see red.

She’s not kidding when she says she can crush necks.

Amber Black, all of 5’11” and 200 lbs is a statuesque goddess, nay, an amazon with menace dripping in her voice is a formidable foe for any man or woman. Methinks her massive, muscular legs take up most of her weight which makes her even more dangerous.

Just think about all the power those gams can unleash when let loose. Beautiful legs developed over time from running on uneven terrain and mountains. And now she’s going to display

She starts with the old reliable scissors and immediately her slave’s face turns red. If he didn’t have such a short neck she’d be very well in deep.

“Enjoy that air because you’re only gonna have it for a second” she says when she lets up the pressure.

True to her promise she puts him in another leg lock. A figure four this time. he quickly turns purple.

She is merciless.

He grunts and groans helplessly.

She repositions herself on top of him. Crotch to face. A sensual 69 perhaps?

Nope!

It’s a reverse scissors that proves to be tighter than her previous leg locks. Thankfully it is a brief display of her full strength.

Amber Black finally tires of toying with her slave and proceeds to put him to rest with a leg lock lullabye. More effective than resting pills. Quicker too.

In fact, all it takes is 1... 2...

And there he goes...

Good night!

You wouldn’t think Rapture was anything but a sweet woman with her pixie cut and lightly colored rainbow underthings when you first meet her. Her full breasts belie the fact that she is all muscle underneath. Muscle and menace in a sweet package.

I mean aren’t women with pixie cuts and light-colored two-piece swimwear light and friendly?

Until you realize you’re standing inside a wrestling ring. And she stands 5’10”. Muscles rippling. A slight grin crosses her face. At once, the nice woman you just met transforms into an Amazon out to deliver worldclass locks and holds.

She asks: “are you ready for this?”

There isn’t even time to answer before she gets you down onto your knees and applies the first of a variety of chokeholds guaranteed to make your face flush red and purple.

You’d think her ample breasts would provide enough cushion, just enough to comfort you as you fall resting within her vise like grip. But no. Those are just as hard as the rest of her.

Her voice, although subdued, calm even, taunts you as you flit between worlds of resting and awake. You wonder where reality starts and slumberland begins as she alternates her holds and locks to give you a momentary respite before tensing up again.

It’s like watching a gigantic, voluptuous Tinkerbell on steroids throwing Peter Pan, albeit an older, obese version, around inside an actual wrestling ring.

Hands down one of the most entertaining things I’ve seen this year.

The last thing you’d ever think of a Korean is bad. They’re pretty, nice, respectful, and sound amazing.

Not this Korean.

This one’s one bad Korean.

That’s not to say Princess Onyx Kim isn’t any of the previously mentioned traits. Pretty? check! Nice? Sure, when she feels like it. Sound amazing? Yeah, if you’re into light girly voices while getting pummeled to the ground. Respectful? Hmmm...

Despite her height (5’8”), she only weighs a measly 130 lbs. which makes her look petite. She’s got it all: beautiful eyes, a great smile, a nice body, an ass that just won’t quit and legs a mile long.

It’s when she says: “It’s so relaxing to have a submissive little bitch to squeeze between my thighs on this lovely afternoon” that you realize she’s a breed apart from the rest of the K-pop crowd.

No.

She’s more of the bone pop crowd.

She’ll call you her bitch pet and laugh when you turn purple between her mean thighs. No, wait... she calls them her mean toned thighs. And she delivers anaconda leg locks with them.

Her scissors are dangerous not only because of the amount of pressure she can deliver but also because she drops her entire leg onto your face before locking you up. It may not look like much but repeated delivery of blows in this manner can take its toll on anyone.

She’s demolition in a small package.

A mini destroyer.

Princess Onyx Kim.

She’s the Bad Korean.

The last thing you’d ever think of a Korean is bad. They’re pretty, nice, respectful, and sound amazing.

Not this Korean.

This one’s one bad Korean.

That’s not to say Princess Onyx Kim isn’t any of the previously mentioned traits. Pretty? check! Nice? Sure, when she feels like it. Sound amazing? Yeah, if you’re into light girly voices while getting pummeled to the ground. Respectful? Hmmm...

Despite her height (5’8”), she only weighs a measly 130 lbs. which makes her look petite. She’s got it all: beautiful eyes, a great smile, a nice body, an ass that just won’t quit and legs a mile long.

It’s when she says: “It’s so relaxing to have a submissive little bitch to squeeze between my thighs on this lovely afternoon” that you realize she’s a breed apart from the rest of the K-pop crowd.

No.

She’s more of the bone pop crowd.

She’ll call you her bitch pet and laugh when you turn purple between her mean thighs. No, wait... she calls them her mean toned thighs. And she delivers anaconda leg locks with them.

Her scissors are dangerous not only because of the amount of pressure she can deliver but also because she drops her entire leg onto your face before locking you up. It may not look like much but repeated delivery of blows in this manner can take its toll on anyone.

She’s demolition in a small package.

A mini destroyer.

Princess Onyx Kim.

She’s the Bad Korean.

The Jiu Jitsu blackbelt, Veve Lane, has returned to MMA Domination to utterly destroy Brian in this mixed wrestling clip. Without hesitation, Veve swiftly takes down her much larger opponent and scores her first submission with a baseball choke in under 40 seconds. Segueing into a Juji Gatame armbar, Veve combines it with a foot choke as her entire wrestling repertoire is on full display. Veve then utilizes a triangle choke as she quickly and affirmatively establishes total dominance. Veve’s power is on full display in this brutal beatdown as she delivers a knockout with a straight headscissors. Still not satisfied, Veve decides to humble her wounded prey with a camel clutch, and methodically metamorphosizes to a camel clutch-rear naked choke combination. Then, a bone crunching double hammerlock has Brian screaming “I quit!” as Veve delights in his humiliation. With her easy victory already secured, Veve flexes her biceps before she decides to apply a triangle choke against her stubborn slave and delivers her second knockout. Standing on his throat, Veve is simply toying with her prey and delaying the inevitable. For the grand finale, Veve locks in a reverse figure four as she secures the victory and flexes her muscular biceps in victory.