Her special version of a Boston Crab

My wife walks over to your defeated body{if facedown=false}, and rolls you over face down{endif}. You see one of her lace covered feet plant on either side of you, and know what's coming, but lack the strength to fight it.

Grabbing both of your ankles, my wife pulls your legs up and back into a Boston Crab, with your tightly constrained package pointed straight towards the nearest camera in a humiliatingly stiff erection.

She doesn't have the upper body strength to finish you with just the crab, so instead she begins teasing your bulge through the tight spandex struggling to contain it. She runs her fingertips up and down the length until you are fully erect, then digs her nails in, slowly raking her nails from base to tip.

The pain shoots through your cock, and Kelsey giggles at your feeble attempts to escape. She looks directly at the camera and purrs out "Make sure you get a good angle of this." and winks seductively. Your cock strains so hard against your speedo that it pulls the fabric away from your legs, painfully bending your erection.

She slaps your throbbing package back and forth dominantly, soaking in your groans of pain as the camera captures your speedo clad package bouncing around awkwardly with each slap.

She takes her time torturing you, mixing strokes and scratches across your shaft until you can't help but start to cum.

But she doesn't let you. Everytime you're about to finish, she spanks your cock until it retreats, then repeats the process.

After the third humiliating and increasingly painful cycle, you beg for release. "Please... please just let me cum. I can't take any more p-"

-WHACK-

Another harsh spank strikes, the stretched spandex not dulling any of the sting. Nor does her word, spoken so very softly, but hitting with a harshness that cannot be described.

"No."

It's at this exact moment you resign to it all. Your claim as a fighter, your pride as a man, any hope of a woman ever thinking you're anything besides a pathetic fucking loser. It's simply gone with that one word, and the mountain of **** behind it.

Anything you might have been before stepping into the ring is gone.

From now on, you'll only ever be this single moment. Face down, completely helpless and dominated physically, mentally and sexually by an un-trained housewife in front of a roaring crowd. Begging for the most shameful release of your life, and being denied even that.

The psychological damage shows in your body instantly. Any gleam from your eyes fades, your muscles completely relax, and you slump down, unable to look anyone in the eyes.

Kelsey doesn't say another word, but she doesn't need to. She's proved beyond doubt that she is your alpha, and in the same breath discarded you. So worthless she won't even accept your begging to submit to her.

Satisfied your will to fight is non-existent, she drops you to the mat and rolls you over with one delicate foot, which she then places on your face and poses for the camera.

You know better than to close your eyes, but also to ever look in her direction again, and keep them averted to the mat as my wife claims her win.

One hand on her cocked out hip, she puts up the victory V with her other. ""1!... 2!... 3!"" The bell rings our her victory, and she blows a kiss to the nearest camera, leaning down to show off her cleavage over your defeated body.