Emma wins.

You struggle, trying to pin Emma against the ground and wear her down. You see a rope bundle out of the corner of your eye and try to grab it to restrain Emma, but as you reach for it, you end up over stretching yourself, losing your balance and Emma takes advantage of this, flipping you over and expertly holds you down, no doubt practiced by her dominating a lot of people. You try to extend your fingers to the rope, but a shiny handcuff closes around your wrist. After that, the match is pretty much sealed. Emma uses the captured wrist to control you and shits the other one on your other wrist. She collars you with the black collar from earlier, padlocking it.

“Well, Cory. It seems you will be my **** for the weekend. Your rules.” You struggle for a bit more before your body’s adrenaline leaves you, leaving you sweaty, handcuffed, and collared with your friend, now your Mistress, sitting by your side. You can’t exactly complain, you got what you wanted either way. You are feeling really horny right now, the **** bondage, the chance at dominating Emma, and now you are her ****, on your terms. She turns you on your side to look at her.

Her dyed hair frames her face and she wipes her face with a towel. “Well, I need you ready to serve. Let’s go to your room and see what outfit would be best for you.” It takes her a minute but she eventually manages to get you to help yourself to stand, and she leads you on a leash to your room. She sits you in a chair where you put your jeans on for the day. You don’t see her as she opens up your closest and looks inside for your fetish clothing. Eventually she comes out with a few outfits. “I am going to pick only one or two of these outfits for you to wear, and I want you to select one, and will add conditions to them, Cory. But go ahead and select the one you want to wear.”