My first L&C experience

The first lift which I had experienced was from a girl shorter than me. I was in college then; I had just reached 20 years. She came as a domestic help to our house, a full time maid, to help my mother. She was possibly around 16 years when she came. 

I was 5 feet 3 inches, attaining my limit by then. I was quite thin in my college days, 55 kgs at that time. This girl was short and stocky. Pitch dark complexioned ; from the rural adivasi village areas. She was short, about 5 feet 1 inch only and weighed 64 kgs. I know her exact weight, because once this girl had a fever. My mother told me to take her to our family doctor. There in the doctor’s chamber, the doctor had taken her weight in his weighing machine. I had also checked my weight then.

I normally did not have any interaction with this girl. Mala was her name. She was however of a very pleasing personality and used to always have a smiling face. But since I was then a young college going boy and was always busy with my studies, friends, swimming, cricket and football, I totally ignored this girl. I was in my own world.

It was possibly around six months after this girl had come to our house. One sunday morning, my mother told me to help her open a window of our store room, which had been kept closed for a long time. The window was jammed from not being opened for a long time. I tried hard, but it did not open. It was badly stuck. At that point of time Mala had entered the room. She stood beside my mother and was observing my futile efforts to open the stuck window. Then she moved forward; she pushed me aside and said, “Aap hato Bhaiya, mujhey koshish karney do. You move on big brother, let me try.” ( Elder brother is addressed as Bhaiya in Hindi.)

She pushed hard, once, twice and the window flung open. Mala looked at me with a victory smile, “Dekha Bhaiya, I am stronger than you.” She had all her teeth out, laughing at me. It was insulting to me. I, a young boy of 20 years could not open the window, which a 16 year old girl opened on two tries. And she was bragging about her strength. What peeved me more was that my mother was standing and laughing too. 

I protested, “What nonsense ! It had come loose because I was trying before you. That is why it opened when you pushed.”

Mala was still showing her milk white teeth on her black face. “Ok, ok, Bhaiya, I accept that you are stronger than a 16 year old girl.” 

There was a veiled taunt in that comment. My mother was still smiling. I did not reply, gave a grunt and stormed out of the store room.

We had a two-storey house. The ground floor had tenants. My parents stayed on the first floor. There was a room on the terrace, which was my room. My bedroom, study, everything. Exclusively mine.

About an hour later, I was in my room, studying. Mala came in with a plateful of fruits. My mother had sent them to me. I was still smarting from the morning insult. I said, rather rudely, “Mala, why did you taunt me ?”

Mala replied apologetically, “No Bhaiya, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings, I am sorry. But there's nothing to feel bad about this. Look at your weight and mine. You might be 20 years old and I am 16. But only last week we checked at the doctor's chamber. You are 55 kgs and I am 64 kgs, so I am 9 kgs heavier than you. And I do so much physical work all through the day. So it is obvious that I will be stronger than you, even though I am 4 years younger than you. Don't feel bad about this.”

I was all the more insulted by this long lecture of this 16 year old girl. I said, “Ok, I challenge you to arm wrestling. If you beat me, I will accept that you are stronger than me.”

Mala smiled, “Sure, why not ?” 

She came forward to my study table. We locked hands, our right hands first. I thought I would surprise her. So as soon as I said, “1 - 2 - 3 - Go”, I put a sudden burst of force to push her arm down. It worked, she didn't expect this move. Her hand was pushed back, but before I could bang her hand down on the table, she recovered. I found that my hand was over hers, but she had checked the fall just 2 inches over the table top. She kept her arm steady, withstanding my push at full strength. For about a minute I tried to push her wrist down on the table. But her hand didn't move even a millimetre. Then I felt an upward push coming from her hand. I was using my full strength till now, but I was tiring. There was a slow but steady upward movement of our clasped hands. She was pushing my hand back and up now. She was looking at me and smiling. I was clenching my teeth and exerting full strength to resist my hand going backwards. Both our clasped hands were again back to starting position, she had pushed her arm up now. Then my hand started going down. Her wrist pressure was tremendous now. Since both our hands were clasped together, I could now see that her wrist was so much thicker than mine. Her bone structure was squarish and solid. Then suddenly, “BANG !!” She pushed my hand with full force on the table.

I gave out a “Ooof !!” and removed my hand from her claspp. It hurt badly. She had banged my hand on the table, hard. Mala looked very concerned. She immediately took my hand in her hands and started massaging the back of my hand.

She said, “Ohh sorry sorry Bhaiya ! I thought that you would put up some more fight, that is why I pushed so hard. I'm so sorry.”

She was saying sorry so many times, I was getting all the more insulted. I said, “Ok let's try with the left hand. That was a fluke win you got.”

Mala smiled. She knew as well I did that I was just trying to save my pride. She had beaten me fair and square, nothing fluke in that. We locked our left hands on the table.

Now before I could say start, Mala said, “Ok Bhaiya, this time you put your full pressure, I will just resist. I will not bang your hand on the table. Sorry, I hurt your right hand.” She said that with a sad face. I wasn't sure whether she was again taunting me or it was her genuine concern for me. Either way she was assuring me that she will go easy on me since I am weaker than her. That was adding insult to injury. 

I started off without even saying ‘Start’. Her arm just went back an inch and then steadied back to the vertical position. She smiled, as if to say that I didn't say start. She was looking at me with a sweet smile, just resisting my full blooded effort, but not even trying to push my hand. I tried and tried, but couldn't even move her arm even a little. I even cheated; I tried to put my body weight behind my push as I leaned towards her side of the arm. Nothing happened. Then with a big smile, Mala just slowly pushed my arm backwards. She did not bang my hand, but gently laid it on the table.

She stood up straight. Then looking at my face, said, “Any other test of strength Bhaiya ? Or you accept that this 16 year old girl is stronger than her 20 year old big brother ?”

I couldn't concede defeat so easily. I said, “Maybe your arm strength is more, because you are fat. But my body strength will be more.” I was actually trying to insult her by calling her fat. 

Mala did not react to me calling her fat. She smiled and said, “I have work now. I'll come after lunch. Then you tell me how you want to prove that your body strength is more than me ? But I'm telling you if you plan to wrestle, then in this small space of your room, with the bed, table, cabinets and on the cemented floor, one or both of us can get hurt. If you want to wrestle me, then let's go to the park in the afternoon, where we can wrestle on the grass.”

I said, “But there will be other boys and girls and people in the park.”

Mala said, “So what ? Even if I lose, I won't feel bad. But you think, if you, a 20 year old young man, would want to lose to a 16 year old girl, in front of so many people ?”

I said, “No, we will do something else in my room only. We’ll see who can carry the other for a longer time.” 

Mala laughed, “Ok I accept your challenge. Now I must run. I have a lot of work left. I'll come back at 3.30 pm, after I finish my work. Till then think of how you will beat me this time.”

Mala left. I was thinking that there was no point risking to wrestle her in public. If I lose, boys and girls in the whole locality will ridicule me for ages. 

She came a little after 3.30 pm. She had bathed, her hair was still a little wet, so she had kept her hair loose. She had long hair upto her waist. 

She said, “You pick me up first Bhaiya. How do you want to check the time ?”

I said, “We will count 1001, 1002, 1003 this way, saying the full words. When I pick you up, you count. Ok?”

Mala said, “Fine.”

We stood facing each other. At least here I felt a little confident, since I was 2 inches taller than her. 

She asked, “How do you want to pick me up ?”

I said, “Both of us will lift the same way, so nobody gets any advantage. We will lift from the front, straight up.”

She said, “Ok I'm ready.”

I bent down, put my arms around her thighs. She put her hands on my shoulders for support. I straightened up. Or at least I tried to. Ohh God! She was heavier than I thought. I could stand up straight with a lot of effort. 

Mala started counting immediately her feet left the floor. “1001, 1002….” That's all. I had to put her down. It was too much for me. Obviously she was 64 kgs in weight, that is 9 kgs heavier than me. I was panting. 

Mala was laughing, “Bas ? Ho gaya ? Sirf 2 seconds? That's all ? Just 2 seconds only ? Come, it's my turn now.”

She bent forward, put both her hands around my thighs and straightened up. As soon as my feet left the ground, I started counting, “1001, 1002, 1003, 1004, 1005 ….ok ok Mala, put me down. You have won…”

But Mala was not putting me down. She was giggling uncontrollably. She started walking with me held in her arms…then stopped. My feet were dangling in front of her legs. She could not walk. My head was above her head level. She looked up at me and said, “You wrap your legs around my waist Bhaiya. I can't walk with your legs dangling in front of my legs.”

She pressed on my thighs and pulled them inside towards her and upwards, all at the same time. Instinctively my legs went around her waist and I locked them behind her back. She jerked me up a little, which made my body lean on her breasts. I thought I would fall down, so I hugged her tightly around her neck. Mala burst out laughing. “Don't worry Bhaiya, you will not fall. I'll never drop you from my hands. You are so light. Look how you are clinging to my neck like a frightened child.”

She started walking with me. My face was now right in front of hers. She went and stood in front of the full length mirror in my wardrobe. Then she burst out laughing. I was facing her, with my face over one of her shoulders. So I did not understand why she was laughing. I turned my face; Mala also turned sideways so that I could see myself properly in the mirror.

What I saw in the mirror was absolutely shocking. I saw myself, a 20 year old young man being helplessly carried in the arms of a 16 old girl wearing a frock. My legs were tightly wrapped around her firm waist holding on to her body so that I wouldn't slip and fall. My hands were around her shoulders hanging on to her neck, as if my life depended on her. I looked so pathetically weak and helpless being carried effortlessly by this small girl. Mala was holding me with her arms under my butt and slowly rocking me in her arms. She was having a victory smile on her face, having captured me in her arms, totally in her control. It was such a humiliation and embarrassment. All these years I have been so confident of myself, a bustling intelligent young man in my final few sessions in College. I used to pride myself to be an intelligent student, a good sportsman and knowledgeable about almost any subject. Soon I would be out of College, ready to go out and conquer the world. And here I myself was helplessly conquered by a 16 year old school dropout adivasi maid servant, who was rocking me like a baby, captured in her strong arms. I couldn't look at the mirror any longer. I turned and hid my face inside Mala’s neck and held her tightly around her shoulders. 

I don't know what took over me, I started crying. Not loudly, but tears ran down my cheek. It was shame and humiliation at losing and surrendering to a sixteen year old girl so pathetically. To hide my embarrassment from Mala, I buried my face deep inside her neck. Mala understood that I was crying. She was still rocking me slowly in her arms. She slowly moved away from the mirror, but did not put me down. She just stood there slowly rocking me from side to side. She held me up with one hand and with the other, she was slowly massaging and rubbing my back and my head. She was ruffling my hair as if a mother was trying to console her crying child. My face was buried inside her neck. Tears were running down my eyes silently, down my cheeks and even wetting her neck.

She was rocking me from side to side silently, giving me time to sober down. Then she spoke softly in my ears, still rocking me gently in her arms, “Don't cry Bhaiya. I know you are feeling humiliated. A 16 year old girl defeating you in strength, a 20 year old adult young man, and carrying you around in her arms like a baby. But so what Bhaiya, I'm not going to tell anyone. You should be proud that your little sister is so strong. Don't worry Bhaiya, from now on I will protect you. You just tell me if anyone bullies you in college or in the playground. I'll go and teach them a lesson.”

Suddenly her words felt so funny. I started laughing. Mala was confused. I was crying all this time hiding my face inside her neck and now I was smiling. She put her hand on the back of my head. She held the back of my neck, and pulled my face out of her neck. My face was now in front of her face. I was smiling, but my eyes were still filled with tears. Mala had been holding me up with only one hand under my bottom. She wiped my tears with her other hand. She was having a bewildered smile on her face, “What happened bhaiya? You were crying and now you are laughing ?”

I said, still sitting on Mala’s firm stomach, held up by her strong arms, “Mala, if you are calling me your Bhaiya, and since I am older than you by 4 years, then I am supposed to take care of you and protect you. And you are taking a vow to protect your elder brother ?”

Mala laughed, “Yes Bhaiya, you will definitely take care of me. You will soon pass out from College and get a good job. I am a poor sister of yours. You will definitely give me all your care and support with your social status and official position. But this little sister of yours will still give physical protection to my older brother because I am stronger than you. I will pick you up in my arms and protect you from whoever tries to harm you. If you allow me, I will carry you in my arms and take you to College and wherever you need to go. I will hold you on my lap and hug you tightly from behind and will never let you set foot on the ground.”

I was having a strange transformation of feeling. The humiliation and embarrassment which I had been feeling was slowly fading away. Instead I was having a sense of safety and security being held so strongly and easily by this 16 year old girl who is vowing to protect me from any physical harm. The way she had been carrying me, a 20 year old adult young man for such a long time without tiring, shows how much physical strength this 16 year old girl has. In fact I was so comfortable being carried around in her arms that I was actually loving the experience. 

I laid my head on her shoulder facing her, burying my face inside her wide neck. She bent her head a little, trapping my face inside her neck. My nose and cheeks touched her cold skin. It was such a comforting feeling. I said softly, “Mala, I feel so secured and protected being carried in your arms and lying on your breasts. You are so strong Mala, I feel so safe surrendering to your strength and power. I feel like I'm your baby and I love being carried by you lying helplessly in your arms.”

Mala was so happy she went into a spin three times. I clung to her body tightly. Then both of us started laughing. 

That was the first day. From then on, she used to lift me in different ways. I loved the cradle carries, with her one arm behind my back and the other arm under my knees, with me lying on her breasts. But mostly she used to take me in the front straddle, like the first day. My arms around her neck and shoulders; and my legs wrapped around her waist. I used to lay my head on her shoulder with my face buried in her neck. She used to walk carrying me in her arms like that.

Of course, these lifts were only possible when there was nobody at home. Or I used to sneak some fast lifts when she came to clean my room, which was on the terrace. She would be working then and would be sweating. I did not care. I buried my face inside her sweaty neck, while she carried me and cleaned the room holding me tightly to her body. That aroma of her body odour mixed with her sweat was intoxicating and made me excited.

At other times, she would take me on piggy back. That was easier for her and she could keep me lifted and carry me for longer periods. Also it was easier for her to work with me riding piggyback on her. I used to lock my feet in front of her stomach and wrap my arms tightly around her neck, so both her hands were free.

And she used to come late nights to my terrace room when everybody was sleeping downstairs. Then she used to carry me around in her arms on the open terrace in the darkness of night. 

She had developed power and control over me. Whenever there was an opportunity, she used to pick me up anytime she wanted, whether I was busy in my studies or my project work or whatever. She understood that I loved getting lifted by her. So she used to just lift me up in her arms and carry me away. And I couldn't say no, however busy I was, because I used to love to be carried in her arms.

At other times, when I really had important studies to complete, she used to sit and hold me sitting on her lap, while I used to study. Sometimes on the chair, sometimes on the sofa, she used to sit hugging me tightly on her lap, while I read my books.

Although she was only 16 years and I was an adult man of 20, she used to dominate me like she owned me. Although she was a little less in height, since she weighed 9 kgs more than me, she was physically much stronger. I used to playfully wrestle with her on the bed and she used to beat me everytime. In fact I put my full strength, but always ultimately she pinned me down and sat on my chest and forced my hands down on the bed, in a typical school boy pin. She knew that I enjoyed losing to her. She always did not even use her maximum strength to beat me. Sometimes she used to keep me pinned on the bed and did not let me get up. She made me beg, "Mummy please let me go." Then she used to get up from my chest and set me free.

One day I was getting ready to go out. Suddenly I find her head pop out from behind me and under my legs. She just stood up holding me on her shoulders. She was not letting me down. I was supposed to go to a movie with my friends and she wanted me to stay back and spend time with her, since there was nobody at home. 

I was literally pleading with her to put me down. She said, “Why don't you tell your friends you can't go. Let them sell off your ticket at the theatre hall.”

I said, “That's not possible, they will come directly to the hall. And all the tickets are with me.”

She still did not put me down. Then I told her, “If you don't put me down I'll jump.”

She pressed both my legs under her armpits and clasped her hands in front of her. So my legs got trapped under her armpits. 

She said, “Now if you jump, you will fall and break your head or nose. And you won't be able to even tell anybody that a 16 year old girl had forcefully lifted you, a 20 year old adult male on her shoulders and was not letting you down.”

I felt so defeated and helpless being captured by this 16 year old girl on her shoulders, that I started crying. Without even her telling me to, I started pleading and requesting her saying, “Mummy please put me down. From next time I'll ask you before making any program of going out with my friends. Please let me go this time.” Only then did she put me down. She squeezed my cheeks between her fingers and wiped my tears with her hands and smiled sweetly at me. Then she said, “Ok my baby, you go and enjoy. Now don't cry any more, give me a smile. Your mummy loves you”. 

Imagine I was an adult young man of 20 years and she was just a teenage girl of 16 and she was bullying me. She made me cry and I had to beg her to let me down from her shoulders.

She had made me her puppet and I had to do whatever she said.

That was my first experience of getting lifted and carried and dominated by a girl and I got addicted to that ever since.