Establishing Dominance Xiomara Tempest Vs Triumph

[Bare]

Xiomara smirked down at Triumph as he stared up at her, obviously in lots of oain feeling buckets of humiliation. After all how many people were forced to decide the manner in which they lossed? ‘Hehe I’ll gave to do this more often.’ Xio thought to herself sadistically with a grin. Finally, Triumph managed to mutter his choice out, making her smirk. ”Mhmmm you got it baby. Just don’t pass out first or I’ll be mad ok?” She askee rhetorically with that dangerous grin as she sat on his waist, just in front of his bulging member, and hauled Triumph’s face into her bust for a breast smother

[arktriumph]

Triumph could only wait as the temptress mounted him in preparation for a move that would end his match once and for all. He let out a faint gasp as she settled into place just above his shamelessy stretched briefs, her magnificent frame looming over him. He offered no resistance as once again he was pulled up, his face thrust between her breasts.

"Mppphhh..." he mumbled feebly, his hands slithering over her body instinctively as his body reacted against the sudden lack of oxygen. Putting his hands on her amazing curves only served to compound the defeated playboy's twisted arousal, his hips jerking involuntarily and a mewling whimper escaping his lips. His hands eventually slid down to settled on her thighs, gripping weakly as he tried to fight his losing battle against the coming unconsciousness. If she held him for a few more seconds it would be more than he could handle...

[Bare]

Xiomara was biting her lips and thrusting her hips forward against Triumph’s stomach, figuratively and literally getting off on the utter domination she was delivering to tbe poor boy. However that being said sne could feel his arms beginning to go slack in her grip. Leaning down she growled lightly into his ear. ”You have permission to tap now. Do NOT make me carry you out of here.” She growled out lightly as she dug her nails into the back of his nead to try and wake him up a bit with a shock of pain

[arktriumph]

Triumph let out a moan of pain as Xiomara's nails clawed at him, keeping the defeated playboy conscious enough. He heard her words and knew he would only have this one chance to submit to her and escape the torture the temptress was effortlessly visiting upon him.

"Nmmphh...I smmhht..." he tried to verbalise his submission through the smother, at the same time tapping frantically at her thighs and the mats to signal his utter capitulation. "Mmphh...plea...I submit," his lips moved against her breasts as he tried to speak, his mind a fog of embarrassment and arousal, now only waiting for her to release him.

[Bare]

Xiomara chuckled evilly feeling Triumph’s body stuggle in her grasp from her nails digging into his back as a slight adrenaline shot. Which on too of her honey covered threat... seemed enough to convince the billionaire playboy to franticslly tap and scream his submission into her breasts. Giggling as she felt this she would pull his face away from her breasts and shove him onto his back. Standing up fully she would walk over and place ner foot on his chest as she posed above jim with her arms up as the crowd rained boos down upon her.

[arktriumph]

Triumph's shameful submission seemed to do the trick, as Xiomara at last released him from the smother, shoving the defeated playboy down flat on his back with ease. He sagged limp against the canvas, limbs splayed in all directions, his chest heaving up and down for breath and his rock hard member pushing out against the skin-tight fabric of his briefs - on show for the fans who hooted and jeered his pitiful performance.

He let out a faint moan as Xiomara's boot descended on his chest, pinning him in place. She struck a dominant pose over him, her arms raised to the sky and he could do nothing but lie there, reduced to a lust-drunk mess by the temptress.

[Bare]

After a few moments of posing with her foot pressed tightly against Triumph’s chest she would look down at the defeated boy once again. ”Heh... sit tight I’ll be right back.” She cooed down to the boy as she walked off of the the playboy’s chest and stepped oit of the ring only to walk a few feet away to where her whip prop from ner entrance was. Smirking evilly as she bent over and picked it up she’d pull it tight between her hands with a evil grin.

Walking back in the ring she’d strut over to where Triumph was. “Apologies. I didn’t bring a collar so we’ll haveto make due.” She said as she bent down grabbed the top of Triumph’s head lifting him up as she then looped tbe end of the prop around his neck. Releasing his head she used both hands to tie the tip of the whip around itself and curl around Triumph’s neck in a knot. Standing up she would them pull on it, causing the knot to tighten as she did as well as jerk Triumph closer to her. “Best stay close to me if you don’t wanna get choked out.” She said sadistically as she pulled him towards her.

[arktriumph]

Triumph just lay on the mats, breathing heavily after the breast smother that had forced his submission - though the match had been lost long before that. Xiomara removed her boot from his chest and disappeared from view momentarily, but when she returned he found himself looking up at her holding a whip! His eyes widened in apprehension, but she grabbed him by his head and hauled him upright, effortlessly moving the billionaire around.

"Gnnghh!" Triumph gurgled weakly as Xiomara wrapped the whip around his throat. His gloved hands pawed weakly at the rope, but she pulled sharply jerking him forward until he stood very close to her, wheezing for breath. He couldn't even formulate words now, so thorough had his humiliation been, instead just gaping stupidly at his beautiful torturer as she piled embarrassment after embarrassment upon the defeated playboy.

[Bare]

Xiomara smirked in complete and utter satisfaction from her opponet’s completrly destroyed and broken state, being pulled literally by her whims. Tugging her whip forward once more, Xiomara pulled Triumph in whatever way she desired. ”Good boy. Now come along my pet.” She purred out in a sadistically sweet tone as she dropped down and slipped out of the ring, of course yanking Triumph down with her, even if it meant that he would crash on the floor. But it wouldn’t bother her whatsoever, instead she’d simply begin walking up the ramp, pulling Triumph alomg with her.

[arktriumph]

Xiomara continued to pull him around with ease, eventually sliding out of the ring and bringing Triump crashing face down to the canvas as he was pulled down with her. He squirmed weakly, but she didn't slow down, heaving the billionaire out of the ring where he clattered to the outer-ring floor with a whine of pain. Eventually he managed to struggle to his feet, the whip wrapped around his throat and forcing him to continue with this embarrassment.

Defeated, humiliated and dazed, Triumph had no option but to stumble along after her, the crowd jeering him every step of the way as Xiomara dragged the playboy wrestler out of the ring to whatever awaited him at her hands...

Winner: Xiomara Tempest by Submission