The Cowgirl decides to humiliate you.

Finally climbing down from the turnbuckle after what seemed like an eternity in your mind, Dinah regards you curiously both hands on her lithe hips before a devilish glint quickly corrupts her wholesome blue eyes.

As you start to glower up at her, Dinah’s bare foot suddenly presses down on your throat and forces the back of your head against the turnbuckle pad.

Drilling her heel against your collarbone, you could feel your cheeks burning with embarrassment as the rest of her quite sizable foot plasters all over your face.

“Now this is the Cowgirl we all know and love. The only thing she loves more than putting opponents to sleep is putting them in their place,” the announcer proclaims approvingly.

Wincing instinctively with her foot now firmly presses down on your neck, you weakly grasp at her ankle in a futile attempt to pry her foot off.

Feeling your hands wrapped around her toned calf, the ever smug Cowgirl only scoffs, “Don’t act like you ain’t enjoying having my foot all over that delicious mug of yours.”

Groaning inwardly as she forcefully grinds her wrinkled sole against your jawline, your only prerogative is to simply shrink away from her confident gaze and hope that this’ll be over soon enough.

Relishing every second of this, her painted toes start to crawl teasingly up your chin with the crowd thoroughly entertained by this display of pure domination.

Inching your head slightly towards her, you could barely make out her slender digits settling in right underneath your eyes, each toe painted blue much like her eyes.

Despite the pure degradation of being stepped on by your opponent’s bare foot, there is something surprisingly soothing about the fact that it was at least something soft and distinctly womanly massaging your slightly sore flesh.

A faint aroma of scented lotion wafts around your nostrils, only adding to the conflicting emotions raging inside of you.

Even Dinah seems to notice your relaxed breathing and noticeably less fidgety expression.

“Like my new pedicure?” she taunts you coyly, her toes now scrunching playfully against your skin. “Yeah, I figure I’d go with something that matches the whole patriotic thing, ya know?”

As her taunting words hover in the air above, your only response is a stoic silence that she of course sees through.

“Oh yeah, you _do _like it,” she giggles, before adding with a shrug, “Hell, I might as well get something out of this too.”

Her last words are then punctuated by a relieved sigh as she begins to finger herself, gliding one hand down along her pelvis and plunging inside her womanhood.

That’s quickly followed by a series of excited breaths as Dinah’s fingers please their master, her eyes remaining glued on you despite her now aroused state.

Still holding your head against the turnbuckle with her leg, her confident smirk morphs into a wanting purr with her arousal starting to show visibly through the cloth.

With two fingers skillfully working her pussy, her body shuddered pleasurably as the throes of ecstasy continued to grip her.

You didn’t know which is worse: the fact that Cowgirl is getting herself off to your humiliation or the fact that you also are a bit turned on by it at the same time.

Before you could ponder that thought longer, Dinah suddenly slides her fingers out of her bikini with her toes trickling down your lip a second later.

Kneeling down, she cocks her head to the side confidently before pushing her now soaked fingers into your mouth, if only to add insult to injury.

You’re now **** to taste her arousal as she leans in closer to deliver another taunting remark.

“Who’s getting fucked now?” she smirks at you teasingly, using your earlier words against you as the point-buzzer mercifully sounds.

“And Cowgirl takes the lead in Round 1, ladies and gentlemen,” the announcer booms out, with the audience cheering her domineering turn over you.

Rising back up satisfied, Dinah twirls around on her heel and saunters back to her corner.

Slowly pulling yourself up with the ropes, you bitterly taste her victory over you with the realization that this truly would be an uphill battle.

You’ve lost a point for domination.