You lost, and now Lady Grace gets to make you her sex .

You slump down in despair as the referee raises Lady Grace’s hand, sealing your fate. She looks down at you with a predatory smirk spreading across her face, no doubt thinking of how she’ll dominate you now that she’s **** you to obey.

She’s distracted from that thought, though, by a deafening chorus of boos that erupts from the audience as she advances on you. Snarling, she spins around to address them.

“Silence!” she shouts. “One more sound out of any of you lowlifes and I’ll take one of you to join John in his servitude.”

It’s mostly an empty threat—one of the ECL’s few truly ironclad rules bars the sexfighters from forcing themselves on members of the audience, so Lady Grace’s **** would have to be a willing volunteer—but it shuts them up all the same.

“Ah, much better,” she says, turning back to you. “Now...let’s begin.”

She “begins” by stripping out of her ring attire completely. Despite your predicament, your cock still stirs and hardens at the sight of her seductively baring her body, culminating in slowly peeling off her fishnet stockings to show off her shapely legs. Finally, she stands before both you and the crowd completely naked.

“I won’t bore you with the minutiae of the rules of your service just yet,” she tells you. “For now, there are only two things you must remember. First, you are to address me at all times as ‘Mistress’. Is that clear?”

"Yes, Mistress," you say meekly, not wanting to face her wrath again after your defeat in the ring.

“Second,” she continues, “your safeword is ‘opal’. Remember it well, for it is the one and only thing that can stay my hand. At any time when it doesn’t pass your lips, your entire existence belongs to me. Tell me you understand.”

“I understand,” you repeat.

She gives you a slight nod. "Very well. Then let the ceremony begin."

Ceremony? What ceremony? Is she going to whip me or something?

But Lady Grace just laughs at your consternation. "Oh, don't worry. The only thing harmed will be your pride. And perhaps you might even..." She runs her hands seductively over her nude body, drawing your eyes inexorably to her bare tits and pussy. "...enjoy it."

After a moment, her butler approaches from ringside with a golden tube of lipstick perched ostentatiously on an embroidered satin pillow. He kneels down and presents it to her with great fanfare, and she takes it delicately off the pillow with her finger and thumb. Uncapping it, she puts it on expertly, not even needing a mirror as she applies it to her lips with practiced hands.

"Approach," Lady Grace commands you once she's done.

You obediently shuffle towards her, trembling in a mixture of fear and excitement. She teasingly runs one finger down the length of your now full-mast erection, and twirls the lipstick around in her fingers, holding it like a pen. Then, she starts writing words on your torso with it. You look up at the Titantron to see "Property of Lady Grace Beaumont" marked over your pecs and abs in an elegant cursive hand.

She puts the finishing touch on by planting a kiss on your chest after the words, leaving a perfect lip print as her "signature", before capping the lipstick and replacing it on the pillow. Her butler quickly disappears back to ringside with it.

"Ah, perfect," Lady Grace pronounces smugly. "Now, ****...I have an offer for you."

You frown slightly in confusion. She's made me her ****, she can make me do whatever she wants--why is she offering me things?

"Allow me to explain," she says, noticing your bafflement. "No matter what you choose, you will not escape domination and humiliation at my hands. One way or another, I will turn you into an eager little slut for your Mistress. However, I will give you one last chance to exercise your free will before it, like every other part of you, becomes totally mine." She circles you like a predator as she speaks, occasionally brushing a hand lightly against your hard cock or tight ass. "I will let you choose how I dominate you for the first time. You may show your obedience and submission in any manner you wish. However, there is one condition."

Lady Grace presses herself up against you, grinding her body up against yours with the skill of a veteran seductress, and murmurs in your ear, "You'll have to beg me for it."