I am warming up on the tatami in my kimono, when suddenly my student takes me by surprise and takes off my pants, revealing my legs wrapped in nylon tights. I ask him what he is up to and he tells me that he is convinced that he has learned enough, that he wants to challenge me sure to beat me and he has stripped me as a sign of provocation. I accept the challenge without wasting any more time. As soon as the fight begins, he finds himself on the ground, immobilized, obligated to sink his face between my feet. I give him some respite before breaking his arms. Another move and he is still on the ground obligated to put my foot on his face. The struggle continues, but it is an unequal struggle. It is clear that the student cannot overcome the teacher and is indeed light years away from reaching her level. He must regret having disrespected me, which is why in my every immobilization move I put my feet in his face. He has lost with me now. But I'm curious to see how he will cope with my pupil, Maya, a student I've been preparing for a few months. If nothing else, it will be a somewhat fairer challenge. The fight begins, while on the side of the mat I witness the defeat of that loser. Yes, because Maya will serve him well and she will win. The superiority of the Women and the total humiliation of the male will be decreed with the victory pose of my pupil while holding a foot on his face and my triumphant footjob.