No backing out now.

You’re afraid this might awaken something in you, but against your better judgment, you decide to bring your lips to her boot. Velveteen Queen lifts her dirty black boot, the crowd gasp as your lips get closer, and you plant your mouth on her boot. “Hold it there.” The queen insists and you abide. You hold your lips in place, and when you hope that this ends soon, Velveteen’s boot quickly leaves your face. However, she swings it right back, with great torque, back into your face.

WHACK!

Velveteen Queen drills the tip of her boot into your face, sending your head flying backwards, and rattling your teeth. A headache immediately ignites in your head as your head falls down towards the mat. You land face-first on the ring mat, ass sticking straight upwards, as Velveteen brings a boot high above your head.

STOMP!

The Queen plants a boot on the back of your head, forcing your face into the coarse mat, grinding her boot on top of you. “Kyahaha! You absolute fool! I can’t believe you fell for that!” Velveteen chastises you, causing the crowd to laugh along with her. “Oh, this is going to be a fun match. Because now you’re officially my personal bitch!”