Submit.

At last, you give three weak taps on the ground. Your body is so weak you can't even speak, let alone lift your arm. The Domina lets out a long exhale and stands up, letting your head hit the ground, where you get a faceful of dirt. Still, it smells a whole lot better than where you just were. She lets you writhe on the ground with her back to you. She's blowing kisses and basking in the glory of victory.

Despair washes over you as you finally realize you've been defeated.

"THE WINNNER BY SUBMISSION IS... SMOTHERELLA!"