Embarrassing Loss

As she held my hand to the table I noticed that it was practically jello at this point. There was absolutely no power left in there at all. The fact that the last round would be played with Kelsey's stronger left hand was a blessing for me. And then she shattered my dreams.

"You know I think I'd rather do the last round with our right hands, what do you think?" Her gaze pierced right through me. I knew that she could see the terror in my eyes. What could I possibly answer? If I declined, then everyone would know that I was afraid of her, afraid of losing with my stronger hand, that I was going to blame my loss on her using her stronger hand twice and me only once. But if I accepted, my loss was guaranteed. Would it even matter though? She had already shown that even when starting against an opponent of full strength, she could defeat them with just a few strokes of their dick. Would it make any difference if I started with the left hand?

No, it wouldn't have. I was going to lose anyways. The only thing left to do was preserve my dignity (as much as possible after what had already happened and what was about to happen) by not backing down. I had to accept her proposal.

Our hands met for the final round. There was no delaying this further. I hadn't yet accepted the loss but I had accepted it's inevitability. The thought of losing to Kelsey, especially knowing that she no longer needed a distraction, was making me even harder than I was when she was stroking my dick. I looked over at her and took in the look of pure dominance on her face. With only my eyes I pleaded with her to not beat me, pleaded with her to not humiliate me. Unconsciously I might have also been pleading with her to put her foot back on my dick and make me cum. But right now it didn't matter what I wanted her to do. The only thing that mattered was what she wanted to do with me. I was totally under her control.

As she started pushing I had no strength to push back. I gave it all that I had left but even that was no match for her at this point. My hand moved closer and closer to the table. To everyone watching this it seemed like I had willingly given myself to her, that I had let her win, but that was far from the truth. She held my hand a centimeter off the table for a couple seconds, taunting me with my loss, before finally, swiftly, slamming it to the table. Kelsey had beaten me.

I tried to move my hand and get up quickly, but she didn't allow me to. She held it captive on the table beneath her hand. She simply looked me in the eye, enjoying her win over me and relishing in reality of her smaller girly hand pinning my massive hand to the table, squirming and trying to escape. Just then she put her foot back on my dick and started stroking.

"Who beat you?"

"You did."

"Say my name."

"Kelsey. Kelsey beat me." Just then I came in my pants. Kelsey truly owned me.