“See, you instinctively reach for the arm, but I want you to first go for the balls.” He took the hand on my head, grasped my wrist, and guided my hand to his crotch.
“Do I punch them?”
“No, open your hand and grab them. When you get a hold of them, squeeze as hard as you can.”
I only had to move my hand an inch farther back to grab his nuts under his gi. Being the bad girl that I suddenly felt like, I grasped his sack and gave it a playful squeeze.
He immediately stepped back, forcing me to shuffle my feet to keep from falling. I lost my grip on his private parts.
“Be quick, because when someone grabs you like this, chances are they are going to drag you somewhere. Once they start dragging you, it might be impossible to get a hold of their most sensitive spot.”
“What then?” I managed. Even though he wasn’t grasping my neck tightly, I still felt pressure on my throat.
“Ribs. Don’t be afraid to be forceful. You want to swing at the ribs with all your might.” Grasping my wrist again, he maneuvered it so my arm was bent and then pulled it towards him so that my elbow met his ribs.
“Like this.” I lifted my arm and then swung my elbow back pretty hard. I actually made enough of an impact that I heard an exhalation of air from his lungs.
“Yeah. Like that.”
He moved forward, so that I had my feet solidly underneath me. I could feel his breath on my neck and I craved his lips on the sensitive part of my neck, just underneath the ear. His voice brought my attention back to the mat.
“Finally…”
“Feet?”
“Yes. The top of your assailant’s feet, unless they’re wearing combat boots, is very sensitive. Striking them with your heel can be enough to loosen their grip.”
“Like this.” My tone was smug after landing a good blow in his ribs. I lifted my right foot and kicked downward. My foot met the mat and not him when he moved it away really quickly.
“That would have hurt, but yes. Like that.”
“Why wouldn’t I try to just flip you?” As I asked it, I tried to bend at the waist with a tight hold on his forearm. I wanted to flip him over my hip to the ground. His hold on my neck had my back arched, and I didn’t have enough strength or leverage. All I managed to do was push my ass into his crotch. I swore I rubbed up against his hardening cock.
“Because that won’t work without a little more leverage.”
He pulled me closer into his body and tightened his forearm on my neck.
“There is one other thing that might be more effective. If I have my hand locked into my other arm like this…” He locked his front hand into the opposite hand and put his back hand on my head again, putting me into a very strong choke hold. “… you can’t grab my thumb.”
I tried, but he was right. I couldn’t get a good enough grip on his thumb or fingers.
“But if a blow to the nuts, or ribs, or feet loosens my grip, then you can grab the thumb and try to pull it back with everything you have. You want to pull down to get the most leverage. Worse case scenario, you relieve the choke hold.”
“Best case scenario?”
“You escape completely.”
I got my feet solidly underneath me and relaxed. Leaning into him, I could feel his chest rise and fall with his breathing. I moved one hand behind me and rubbed it along his thigh and hip. When he relaxed a bit, I grabbed his forearm with both hands, bent at the waist, and tried to flip him. Again.
My attempt was just as effective as the first one.
He laughed and then let me go.
Turning, I noticed the smirk on his face. I returned it with a glare.
“You want me to show you the flip too?”
“Sure, Mr. Black Belt Baxter.”
