Establishing Dominance Xiomara Tempest Vs Triumph

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Xiomara smirked down at Triumph as he turned himself over to look at her, seamlessly following her command as she gave it. “Good boy.” She purred now pushing her foot against his chest before dragging the sole of her boot across it till the tip of her shoe was by his chin. “Now then... be a good boy and kiss it.” She commanded coldly. A smug smile on her face as her cold, piercing gaze stabbed into Triumph, along with her sinister smile, made it exactly clear what she’d do to Triumph if he tried to resist or disobey.

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Triumph let out a faint moan of dismay as Xiomara's boot pressed into his chest, holding the playboy in place before she dragged her foot up his glistening torso. Her heel settled against his chin, the sole of her foot filling his vision and he groaned, hearing the jeers of the fans as they watched his dismantling in the ring.

His eyes widened as she ordered him to kiss her foot, and he felt the tightness in his crotch return at her cold words and sinister smile. The temptress was all over him, and he couldn't help getting slightly aroused by her manner, her curvaceous body still towering over him, alluring as when she'd first entered the ring.

Unable to resist, Triumph obediently kissed the sole of his conqueror's boot, delighting the LAW fans as they watched the cocky billionaire laid low!

[Bare]

Xiomara smirked down at Triumph, that sick sense of pleasure she took from exerting her dominance over others surging through her system. In fact for her this was practically a wet dream seeing the way she was able to grt a literal rise iut of Triumph, on top of how quickly and obediently he obeyed her command. Oh yes she loved it.

Removing her foot she looked down at Triumph with her hands on her hips. “Very good boy. Now then kneel to me, and tell me who you belong too.” She commanded with a sinister smirk on her face, and just to let him know his position as well as to prod him a little, would send a quick, relatively light but sharp kick into his side

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Triumph slumped back to the mats after the indignity of kissing Xiomara's boot, now trapped looking up at the beauty who'd thoroughly shamed his wrestling attempts already. His eyes widened with surprise at her next command, but the defeated playboy knew he would only visit more pain upon himself if he tried to fight her - that much had already been proven!

So with his cheeks blushing furiously he struggled onto all fours in front of her, looking up into her face as he spoke.

"I... I belong to you," he stammered, the shameful admission sending a shudder of twisted pleasure through him at the thought of this magnificent woman doing as she pleased with him.

[Bare]

As she looked down at the helpless and pathetic boy before, Xiomara was practically giddy with excitement as she licked her lips in twisted exctement upon seeing the flashing fear and shame upon his face. All before finally settling on shameful resignation. As he said he belonged to her w shudder ran through her being as a positively euphoric feeling ran through her. “Mhmmm good boy. As a reward I’ll give you some... mutually beneficial punishment.” She purred out with a twisted smirk.

Standing over Triumph’s beaten body, she would have a dastardly smirk as she bent over and gripped the sides of his mask. Winking at her new pet she brought his face up into her busts, pressing his right where the crevice of her twin peaks would be if it were exposed.

Standing and lifting Triumph up with her in the process she would smirk as the crowd began letting out wolf whistles and cat calls at Triumph’s position. Smirking she began twisting her hips sharply, jerking Triumph’s body to and fro, her grip remaining solely on his head and thus putting pressure on his neck each time his body swung around as a result of her actions.

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Shame and arousal fogged Triumph's mind as Xiomara extracted the pitiful admission from him, but he was in no fit state to fight back. On his knees before her he could hear the jeers and hoots of derision from the fans compounding his embarrassment. Her next words left him confused, before she reached down and grabbed him by the mask. A yelp of surprise escaped as he found himself dragged upright, only for his face to be plunged between the beautiful woman's breasts!

"GHMMPPPPH!" he blared in panic, his arms flailing, body twisting as he tried feebly to escape the smother. There would be no escaping now though as his dominant adversary held him in place with ease, her arms wrapped around his head, breasts buffeting him as she twisted her hips and jerked her body around, forcing him to move with her. Before long his struggles ceased, his eyes rolling as he fought for breath within pillowy heat of Xiomara's cleavage, his briefs bulging shamelessly as he succumbed to her treatment yet again.

[Bare]

Xiomara smirked in that sickeningly sweet way she had become known for in LAW, anytime she was in complete and utter control of a situation and her opponent, a smirk that let the crowd know she was planning on dishing out as much pain as possible. Though some in the match weren't quite sure if Triumph could take anymore of. After all the boy was practically limp in Xiomara's arms, and had already been beaten to a pulp, his will utterly broken by the seductress. But of course Xiomara was more than capable of feeling him losing consciousness and she couldn't have that now could she? Turning sharply she would suddenly release him to throw the hapless millionaire into a corner like a rag doll.

Looking down at the poor boy against the corner Xiomara would place her hands on her hips while leaning forward. "Aww poor baby, you tired already?" She asked mockingly as a more outright sadistic smile pulled at her lips. "Unfortunately for you I'm not done playing yet!" She yelled out as she ran forward at the slumped up playboy. Leaping up she grabbed the top ropes and used them as a brace as she came soaring down, driving her feet into her hapless prey's lap, one foot 'accidentally' driving her heel into the boy's crotch as a cruel method of waking him up a bit. It was a little something Xio had been considering naming the 'Adrenaline Shot'.

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"Mpphh..." Triumph moaned faintly as Xiomara held him in place suffocating the fight out of him with her breasts. Just as he was about to lose consciousness, however, she suddenly released him, letting him sag limply to his knees, breathing heavily with cheeks crimson after the smother. He didn't get much respite however, as she quickly grabbed him and flung him into the corner. He crashed into the turnbuckle and sunk into a sitting position, legs splayed open and arms limply hooked over the bottom ropes.

He groaned weakly as she continued to berate him, but the worst was yet to come. He looked up only to see his conqueror racing towards him, leaping into the air, legs out stretched...

"AUUGHHHHH!" he wailed as one heel was driven into his bulging briefs, making pain blast through his body. He writhed pathetically, eyes rolling and mouth hanging open dumbly before slumping limp against the corner, gloved hands attempting to massage his aching crotch after the devastating attack.

[Bare]

Xiomara smirked down at her opponet as she watched him writhe on the mat in complete wnd utter agony, and loved every moment of it. ”Aw did that hurt?” She asked sarcastically to the boy, fully knowing it absolutely hurt, and not caring at all.

Bending down she would grab Triumph by the legs and roughly haul him from the corner and to the middle of the room. Smirking down at him she would walk around his body like a predator evaluating its prey.

Suddenly dropping down to her feet and hands she would lean forward into his ear. ”Because you’ve been such a good boy... I’ll let you decide what hold I put you away with. Sound good bitch boy?” She asked in that husky almost breathless voice before sticking her tongue out and licking his ear as she stood back up in one smooth movement

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"Nggh..." Triumph moaned faintly as Xiomara grabbed him by the ankles and effortlessly dragged the feeble male out into the center of the ring, dumping him there on display for the crowds to mock. His chest rose and fell weakly, one hand still massaging his aching bulge as the temptress circled him. He knew full well he was at her mercy, just waiting for the final nail in the coffin of this match.

His breath caught in his throat as she suddenly dropped down beside him, speaking huskily into his ear in a manner that he couldn't help being aroused by, his crotch tightening, body tingling as she spoke. For a moment his mouth opened and closed stupidly at her declaration, his mind blank, but he knew that if he didn't choose something there was only more pain and humiliation waiting for him in this match.

Staring up at her, he eventually stammered out. "S...smother me out." His cheeks flushed crimson as he yet again had to give such a shameful statement to the woman, but she'd utterly taken control of him during this match, and that move was the one that seemed it would be the least painful!