She sexually humiliates you.

You freeze against the turnbuckle as the Cowgirl’s playful fingers wriggle their way into your wrestling briefs.

Giggling mischievously as her thumbs hook your waistband, Dinah wastes no time in peeling your trunks all the way down to your ankle baring your cock for the entire arena to look at.

Taking a step back to simply marvel at your hanging appendage, she lets out a sultry Mmmmm while your cheeks burn crimson in embarrassment.

“I had a feelin’ you’d been holding in something mighty fine in those cute little trunks of yours, but hot damn!” she exclaims, visibly impressed at what she sees.

Taking a step forwards, she comments further, “That’s a monster dick if I ever saw one.”

Not even trying to break her seemingly impossible knot at this point, you remain still even as she rubs her womanly flesh erotically against your waist.

“But don’t ya worry about a thing, John. This country girl is gonna tame that monster for you,” she purrs into your ear seductively, her dainty hand slowly gliding down your back until….

Your entire body tenses up as the Cowgirl sensually gropes your throbbing member, exerting a truly degrading degree of sexual dominance over you.

Her lips curl into a sly grin as she begins pumping her fingers up and down your shaft, ironically getting you off on your own humiliation.

Wrapping her warm palm around your foreskin, she coos softly at your cock responds positively to her womanly touch.

“You like that, John?” she mocks you in between strokes.

Paralyzed in both embarrassment and arousal, your body answers her with a low moan that tells the Cowgirl all she needs to know.

Grinning from corner to corner, she fervently milks your cock with an aggressive yet sensual intensity that has your knees threatening to buckle with every deft stroke.

Your eyes bulge like golf balls as she continues to pump waves of unbridled pleasure through your fleshy rod which is now fully erect.

Purring softly with her breasts brushing up against your shoulderblades, the Cowgirl notices your visibly aroused expression and leans in for the kill.

“Tell me how much you want it,” she commands softly, her sultry words alone nearly driving you over the edge.

“I….I….” Almost at a loss for words, you bite your tongue out of pride but after just a few more sensual pumps your body betrays you.

“I need it,” you admit to her, the desperation in your voice greatly amusing your opponent.

Grinning approvingly, she strokes you even faster to grant your wish.

With your usually disciplined mind now dominated completely by lust, you finally give in to her.

Streams of cum explode out of your throbbing cock and onto Dinah’s hand, the ultimate fruits of her erotic labor.

Your hips buck against her until you finish releasing your load, just as the point-buzzer rings.

Burying your head shamefully into the leather padding as the orgasm eventually subsides, you groan as she finishes milking every last drop of cum from your cock.

Playing with your balls as the referee steps in between the ropes to untie you, Dinah cooes tauntingly into your ear, “That’s my good boy.”

Kissing the back of your neck tenderly, she gives your cock one last squeeze before sauntering back to her corner.

Seconds later, the referee frees you from the ring post leaving you physically sound but mentally emasculated by the Cowgirl.

You’ve lost a point for domination.