Do you agree to be her ?

Yes, but only if she can wrestle you into submission.

You think on it for a few more moments, really wanting to help Emma with her domme career, but again don’t want to disrupt the relationship you two have going on.

You look at her and she looks back at you with big, dark eyes almost like a cat. This overcomes your last reserves of willpower. “Fine, I will. But I want you to wrestle me into submission. If you can restrain me, I’ll be your **** for this event and for the weekend. And I bet the hood no matter what. If not…we will see how I am feeling, sound fair?” Emma eagerly nods, excited by the prospect of physically forcing you to be her ****.

You both move some furniture around and prepare. When you are both ready the bout begins. You both fall to the ground in a tangle of limbs, each working up a sweat, trying to best the other.