What harm could talking do?

You convince yourself that talking to her is just friendly, or to gauge her as your opponent. It couldn’t possibly be to get a better look at the woman at her feet, how she could have broken her so completely... or how it must feel to be so broken. You walk over to the woman, her pale flesh proudly on display as she sits applying the last of her makeup. She notices you approaching, as does the kitten who wraps herself around her owners feet more tightly. You receive a polite nod through her mirror as she applied the last of her bright red makeup and smacks her lips.

“Hi... ugh, Hello. I just wanted to, ugh, to complement you on your match last night.” You can’t believe you are stammering infront of her. What is this, some school yard crush?

She smiles and addresses your reflection. “Oh my, why aren’t you sweet. Though to be honest, it really wasn’t even a match. The little kitten was so proud of her strength, that as soon as she realized that it was useless she was easy to bend to my will. Isn’t that right fluffy?”

The kitten nuzzles her leg, and you can still hardly believe it was the same woman as last night... now named of all things fluffy!

“But let’s talk about you, shall we?” She applies some black blush to her pale cheeks as she talks, looking at herself and not at you. “While your performance against the Punk was commendable, she barely had any skills to speak of... but you won more by the mind than by skill. And even after seeing the match last night, you still choose to battle me. I think, and I am usually right about these things, that a smart girl like you gets curious easily... and what you are really curious about, and why you are talking to me, is what it would be like to be one of my little pets.” She finally stops applying makeup and turns to look at you directly, “isn’t that right pet?”

You blush, but try to put up a front saying “of course it isn’t. I was just trying to...”

“What, trying to be polite? Here where you publically humiliate each other? Don’t make me laugh. But i will say this. If you really want to find out what you are so curious about, at the start of the match kneel and kiss my boot. If you do, I’ll show you the wonderful bliss of submitting to a superior woman. But if you don’t... well let’s just say you don’t want to see me disappointed.”

With that she turns around to finish her makeup, clearly done with this conversation. You go back to your locker, regretting that you talked to her. Now your mind is even more indecisive, as something she said did clearly get to you.

You begin to strip and then dress in your Nun outfit from last night. It had clearly been cleaned in the meantime, as the cum and sweat stains are now long gone. Once you are fully dressed, you realize you are already extremely sensitive and honey... it takes all your will not to play with yourself during the dreadfully long minutes you wait for your match.

Eventually you are called to go to the ring, and take a deep breath to steady your nerves. You got this, you are going to beat that smug woman, get your large paycheck, and show her she can’t manipulate you that easily... right?

You enter the ring as the announcer begins. “And now, coming off a spectacular victory where she humiliated the tier one veteran, the Saint of Sadism, please welcome the Nun!” You give the crowd a humble prayer bow, before giving them a wink. That’s right, you have done this before and you can do it again.

“And now entering the ring, the breaker of spirits, the guardian of the fifth tier, please welcome the Trainer!” She enters the ring, in the same stunning black and red latex ring master outfit from last night, her top hat in one hand gesturing to the crowd, her metal tipped black cane in the other. Behind her crawls her former opponent fluffy, to the crowds great enjoyment. Fluffy nuzzles her owners boot before crawling to the edge of the ring to watch.

The Trainer smiles at you, and steps forward to present her boot toe for you. She either clearly thinks you would submit yourself willingly... or is just trying to play mind games with you.