Kayla is victorious!

“... KAYLA!”

Your heart sinks to depression levels as her name booms across the arena.

The crowd explodes with excitement as the winner of the match is made known.

Raising her hand in victory, the referee then goes to fetch a bottle of lube as the black woman, absolutely glowing in triumph, saunters in front of you.

Her hips swaying from left to right, she’s almost waiting for you to say what was certainly already obvious between you two: That she had won, defeated you, etc. etc. etc.

Swallowing whatever pride you still had left, you reluctantly own up to that fact. “A deal’s a deal. You beat me.”

Cooing at you softly, she gives you a patronizing apt on the head before telling you, “Don’t take it too badly, John. You weren’t even in my league to begin with.”

Grinding your teeth together, you’re **** to endure that particular stinging verbal blow, but was certainly the least of your worries at this point.

“You know, if it’s any consolation..” Suddenly dropping to a sexy whisper, she slinks up to you, wrapping her arms around your waist. “You are good. Not good enough to beat me of course.”

“Of course,” you groan to yourself, resigned to your fate at this point.

Running a teasing hand across your pectorals, she continues to purr at you, “Maybe one day you’ll be good enough to take me on behind closed doors. I am very selective about who I choose to…..train with outside the ring.”

You hate every word coming out of her mouth, but your cock is having the exact opposite reaction.

“But right now John…” Her lips curl into a vindictive smirk as she sneers up at you. “Right now you’re going to be my bitch.”

Taking a step back, she cocks an expectant hip out to the side. “I assume you’ve watched enough of my matches to know the position to assume, right?”

Not saying a word, you drop down to your knees before her.

“Good doggie,” she teases you again, circling your kneeling form with her dark eyes lingering naturally on your rear.

Frowning slightly at the wrestling trunks obscuring her view, she orders you quickly, “Take those cute little boy shorts off, John.”

Nodding with shame building in your cheeks, you reach down and pull down your trunks, unveiling your bare ass much to her audible joy.

“Good, you can follow instructions. That’ll make this so much easier on you,” she mocks you, crouching down next to you to collect the trunks and deliver even more verbal emasculation.

“I want you on all fours now,” she whispers haughtily, her wish very begrudgingly becoming your command.

Leaning forward with your palms and knees now touching the mat, you wisely keep your mouth shut and simply look forward in the future, hoping to get this over with as soon as possible.

“Now just wait here.” Standing up, she exits underneath the ropes and rummages underneath the ring for something.

Her hand closing in around something, she flashes you a knowing grin before producing the weapon of your continued emasculation: a strap-on dildo.