Accept your place

You roll over onto your back, sprawled out, imagining yourself defeated after a match. You pretend to be exhausted, but this is just an excuse for your mouth to hang open. You look up at Dominique.

She towers over you, her strap on still hanging over your head. She looks like a giantess from where you’re laying.

“You remember when I pinned Sarah, right?” Dominique asks smoothly. You nod, still feigning defeat.

“You remember what I had her do right after my hand was raised?”

“Uh huh”, you muster. You remember full well. With perfect athletic balance, Dominique points her big toe right at your mouth.

“Who’s the winner,” she asks, remembering her crowning achievements.

“You are,” you pant. You remember this part of the Dominique/Sarah match as good as you remember the rest of the match.

Except now…you’re in Sarah’s position.

“What’s my name,” she commands.

“Dominique,” you gasp, giving her full control.

“Good boy,” Dominique replies, “Now you may worship at my feet.”

Without hesitation, your tongue darts out and laps up the long, slender foot of Dominique. You remember how Sarah had to worship the feet of her opponent…and you wanted to do the same.

You worship her feet with every inch of your mouth. The grace, the strength, the beauty, you worship all of it.

Your tongue glides slowly around each curve, between each toe. You then begin to suck on her big toe, letting her know how much control she has over you.

With a *pop*, your lips detach from Dominique’s toe. Smiling slyly, she runs her feet up and down your shaft, which, after cumming so many times, is some how getting hard again. Dominique lets out an excited smile.

“Well now,” Dominique coos, “Looks like you’ll have something left over for your next opponent after all.”

With that, she about faces and saunters out of the ring.

“Good thing, too,” Dominique calls out as she seductively straddles the ropes, exiting the ring, “She has a history of getting what she wants. One way or another.”

With that, Dominique exits the ring and you lay on your back in the ring, your cock starting to throb again in anticipation.

Another 10 minutes pass. You hear the familiar sound of that door opening again as you turn to see Girl number 3.