The wrestling match

It was a normal training day, or so you thought. Amy had been particularly harsh on you lately, constantly pushing your limits with her teasing and cruel dominance. But today, she had something different in mind.

“I’ve got a surprise for you,” Amy had said with a mischievous smile, wiping the sweat off her forehead after another grueling workout session. “Something a little more… exciting.”

You should’ve known that when Amy said “exciting,” it meant something far more humiliating than you expected. As you followed her down the hall of the gym, your nerves began to spike. She opened the door to a private room, and when you stepped inside, your heart nearly stopped.

Eleanor and Emily were waiting for you.

Eleanor stood tall in her usual sophisticated outfit—tight black leggings that accentuated her long legs, a fitted sports bra showing off her toned abs, and knee-high leather boots. She was every bit the powerful, domineering woman you had grown used to. Her dark hair was slicked back in a high ponytail, and her eyes gleamed with amusement as she saw you enter the room.

Emily, on the other hand, was dressed in something more casual yet equally intimidating. She wore a short athletic skirt that barely covered her thighs and a loose tank top, with her usual Ugg boots paired with thick white socks. Her cruel smile was already on full display as she glanced over at Eleanor, clearly enjoying the surprise just as much.

“Well, well, well,” Eleanor purred, stepping forward with a confident strut. “Looks like our little secret’s been passed around more than we thought.”

You felt your stomach drop. You knew exactly what was about to happen, but there was no turning back now.

Amy grinned behind you, closing the door. “I thought you three might enjoy a little… competition today. A wrestling match, if you will. But with a twist.”

You tried to keep your composure, but the tension in the room was thick, and you were already feeling the pressure. Amy leaned against the wall, arms crossed, as if she was about to watch a performance.

“What kind of twist?” you asked cautiously.

Emily snickered. “Oh, you’ll find out soon enough.”

Eleanor and Emily moved toward you, and suddenly you realized this wasn’t just a friendly wrestling match. This was something far more humiliating. They weren’t here to test your strength. They were here to strip you of whatever dignity you had left.

“Strip wrestling,” Eleanor said simply, her voice dripping with authority. “The loser gets humiliated.”

You swallowed hard, realizing just how trapped you were. Eleanor, Emily, and now Amy had all conspired against you. There was no way out.

The match started fast. Eleanor lunged at you first, her long arms wrapping around your waist in a quick, crushing grip. You tried to push back, but she was stronger—far stronger than you. With a single powerful move, she shoved you to the ground, pinning you with her knee.

“Already down?” she mocked, pressing her knee harder against your chest, leaving you gasping for breath.

Emily wasn’t far behind. She came up from behind, yanking at your shirt and pulling it over your head, exposing your bare chest. You struggled to stop her, but between the two of them, you were completely overwhelmed.

“Come on, Tom,” Emily teased, pulling at your clothes with ease. “I thought you liked being on your knees.”

Eleanor laughed as she grabbed hold of your pants, yanking them down with little effort. You were powerless against them. The humiliation of it all was unbearable. They were stripping you bare, piece by piece, while Amy watched with a wicked grin.

“Don’t stop now,” Amy called out, her voice filled with amusement. “We’re just getting started.”

As you lay on the ground, struggling to catch your breath, Eleanor and Emily circled you like predators. You were nearly naked now, left in nothing but your boxers as they continued to taunt you.

“Let’s see how much fight you really have,” Eleanor said, her voice dripping with condescension.

She pinned you down again, this time with both hands, her strength far superior to yours. You tried to wriggle free, but it was no use. Emily knelt beside you, laughing as she grabbed the waistband of your boxers and tugged.

In one swift motion, they were gone, leaving you completely exposed.

The laughter echoed around the room. Eleanor and Emily stood over you, towering above you in their intimidating outfits, while you lay there, stripped bare, **** and humiliated beyond belief.

“Looks like you lost,” Emily said, kicking your clothes aside with a satisfied smirk.

But the worst was yet to come. They weren’t just content with stripping you. The real humiliation was about to begin.

Eleanor leaned down, grabbing a handful of your hair, forcing you to look up at her. “Now you know what comes next, don’t you?”

You didn’t answer, too overwhelmed by the situation to even form words.

“Beg,” she demanded. “Beg us for mercy.”

You hesitated, but the weight of her authority pressed down on you. You could feel Amy’s eyes on you from across the room, and the sense of powerlessness took over. You were completely at their mercy.

“I… I beg you,” you stammered, your voice barely audible.

“That’s not good enough,” Eleanor snapped, yanking your head back harder.

“I beg you, please…” you said louder this time, the humiliation washing over you like a wave. “Please, don’t…”

But they weren’t done.

Emily grabbed a trash bin from the corner of the room and emptied its contents all over you. Crumpled paper, used gym towels, and trash fell onto your naked body as they laughed cruelly.

“Look at you now,” Emily said with a smirk. “You’re nothing but garbage.”

You felt the weight of the humiliation crushing down on you, the laughter echoing around the room as you lay there covered in trash.

And then, as if to add to the degradation, Eleanor grabbed a cup of coffee from a nearby table. Without a second thought, she tipped it over, pouring the cold liquid over your chest and stomach, staining your skin and adding to the mess.

Amy, still leaning against the wall, chuckled. “You’re really in over your head now, Tom.”

The humiliation was unbearable, but deep down, you knew that a part of you had wanted this—craved it even. The power they had over you was intoxicating, and no matter how much you tried to resist, you couldn’t deny the thrill that came with it.

“Clean up your mess,” Eleanor ordered, kicking some of the trash toward you with the toe of her boot. “And don’t forget to thank us when you’re done.”

You could feel the tears of humiliation welling up in your eyes as you scrambled to pick up the trash, your body shaking with the weight of your own powerlessness.

Eleanor and Emily stood above you, watching as you cleaned, their eyes filled with satisfaction.

“Good boy,” Eleanor said with a smirk. “Now, maybe next time, you’ll remember who’s in charge.”