The Education of Desdemona Belti, Part 10 - Trixx le Fey

[BlackAkuma]

Match Type: Red Ribbon
Victory Conditions: This match takes place on a giant bed, with several ribbons scattered across it. To win, a wrestler must bind her opponent’s hands or feet with a ribbon, then force an orgasm out of them.

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Wow. That was, indeed, a big-ass bed.

The email she’d gotten about this match had described it as such, though it hadn't used the words ‘big-ass’, naturally. It just made it sound huge, and yeah, now that Dizzy was inside this room, and looking at it, it certainly was. She wasn’t good at gauging such lengths, but if she had to guess? It was just shy of the size of a ring. Perfect for what they were going for, here.

Dizzy whistled at the sight of it - a big, plush cushion with an expansive pink sheet across it, and numerous heart-shaped pillows around the edges of it, and of course the ribbons. She had to admire the dedication LAW put into these sorts of things, and she couldn't imagine how much of a pain in the ass it had been to set this particular thing up. As near as she could tell there were only a couple ways into this large expansive room - the door she’d come through and the fire exit. So they’d had to construct this thing inside, like a ship in a bottle. All so a couple of nearly nude women could prance around on it.

Well, she supposed it fell on her to make the effort worth it.

Dizzy checked her phone one last time, making sure everything was cool with her mom and that she had it set to silent, before she placed it on a table near the entrance. She’d made up an excuse about spending the night at a club she’d found, the usual thing that would throw off the scent, and her mother had gone along with it…maybe too easily. Dizzy was starting to wonder if she knew what was going on with all these After Dark matches she’d been doing, and was just acting as if she didn’t to give her space. While the older Belti didn’t know much at all about hentai matches and definitely didn’t subscribe to the service that would’ve allowed her to see Dizzy’s, there was always the small chance that word of mouth would’ve clued her in…

She’d been set up with these matches by the older woman as a way for her to engage with hentai matches that didn’t draw her mother’s attention, but the longer this went on, the more she was thinking about just biting the bullet and talking to her about them and being clean. She would be moving to her own place soon, so it wasn’t like there was any real punishment she had to worry about.

And then there was Alicia, her now-girlfriend. They’d talked about it, and she said she didn’t mind her doing hentai matches, but Dizzy couldn't help but feel a wee bit guilty about it. Maybe she wouldn’t give them up completely, but it seemed silly to seek stuff out like this when the Latina was more than enough in her life. There wasn’t anything any woman could give her that she wasn’t already getting.

Plus, she and Allie had been growing a bit distant over the past few months, anyway. She still respected the woman and appreciated all she’d done for her, but she was starting to wonder if she really fit in with her group of friends, Lacriomara, the Coterie, they were all so focused and intense, so above her level. She’d enjoyed being with them, but she needed to form her own support group. Her own friends.

Complicated times in the life of Desdemona Belti, so maybe this match was just the thing she needed to go on autopilot. She kicked off her sandals, made her way over to the bed, and waved to the referee who was sitting on the opposite side of the bed, dressed in a striped two piece bikini. Dizzy hopped up on the edge of the bed and reclined, lounging in her

as she waited for her opponent to arrive.

[Lady Meyneth]

When she decided to give up her previous hentai wrestling federation in favor of LAW Beatrice Sinclair was precisely looking for that extra reach, thrill and yes, prestige that came with joining the big leagues. She had her ambitions and the pinkette had grown a fish way too big to the small pond she lived in. It was time to take on the sea. The main difference in between her previous employer and LAW directly affected the match planning and booking department. No matter in what way everything at LAW looked bigger, more appealing and more prestige.

That night’s match was something completely new to Bea. She knew of bedroom matches but LAW knew how to crank the thrill up with the atmosphere. First there was the fact that the bed in which two women would wrestle that night was enormous, but then there were the other stuff. Turned up this wasn’t exclusively part of LAW but of a side show called After Dark which offered the option of more privately held matches. Less crowd, same reach thanks to the viewers online. Bea had no trouble with people looking, in fact she wanted as many people as possible to look, but couldn’t help but find exciting the idea of this semi-private match. Besides, if this helped new wrestlers get comfortable with the idea of hentai wrestling that made Bea happy. The more the merrier.

Bea’s attire, without the ears and tail

After changing into her lingerie there was a LAW stagehand waiting to guide Bea towards the proper match location. This location was one of the numerous rooms that stood to the side of the main LAW arena, like recording studios. Guided by the LAW employee, Bea walked the hallways clad only in her lingerie and smiled at the situation when she noticed the stagehand throwing a couple glances at her curves. Finally Bea reached her destination and without any second thoughts she opened the door. Her smile grew wide the very instant she had her first look at the room.

It was as if she had been the main decorator for the bedroom.

Saying that the bed was big would be the understatement of the century. The thing was obviously commissioned by LAW because it was literally ring-sized. It was covered in a pink blanket and several heart-shaped pillows were scattered around. A quick scan pointed towards a woman sitting in a corner wearing a striped bikini, definitely the referee, and then in the opposite corner a young beauty clad in simple but sexy lingerie. Bea wasn’t used to tower over a woman but against that rival she looked way bigger than the petite sitting there. “Oh? And who might this be?”, she asked playfully while walking in, advancing like a cat while she got closer to her rival, standing in front of the sitting woman, reaching to support her leg to her rival’s side so she was her thigh in reach, all while shamelessly checking her out with a sexy smile on her face, eager to see what that woman was about.

[BlackAkuma]

”I’m your boogeyman, I’m your boogeyman…turn me on…I’m your boogeyman, I’m boogeyman…do what you want…”

The one problem with these private matches was the schedule for them was a little weird. It wasn’t like with a regular match, where you had your entrance and then your opponent had their entrance and then you just went straight to it. Here, you arrived, and you waited for your opponent to arrive, and sometimes those two times could be annoyingly apart. It hadn't quite reached that point for Dizzy just yet, but she was already resorting to singing songs to pass the time. Not the best sign.

Maybe she was just anxious today, though, and it was making the time grate on her more than usual. She was still letting some of those annoying thoughts leak into her brain, and she found herself in dire need of a sexy distraction. Thankfully, she wouldn’t have to wait too long for one.

”Oh, wow.”

Dizzy could never stop being amazed at LAW’s ability to constantly throw women her way that instantly turned her on. After all the sexy opponents she’d had, you’d think she would get numb to it at some point, or at least reach a point where she could play off her attractions and keep it cool, but then the universe dropped an absolute scorcher her way, a 10 out of 10, and all that went out the window.

Trixx was a spice little ball of hotness, her fulsome curves pouring out of the outfit she wore. She wasn’t super huge, not the biggest woman she’d ever faced, but still a good deal thicker than her, and practically oozing with sensual intent. She caught her gaze shooting across the room and immediately saw the lust, the hunger. They were on the same page, a good start.

’I might be a lot of people.” Dizzy slid her leg over and idly ran her toes along the thigh that her opponent had so graciously put in reach. ”But I’m Desdemona. Call me ‘Dizzy’. And you might be Trixx, right?” She took a moment to look her over, making sure to do so in as blatant and noticeable a manner as possible. ”Welcome to LAW. You’ll fit in, I can tell.”