Drag Me To Hell

[BlackAkuma]

The Morrigan hadn't failed to notice his hardness as she went about her business, giving it a subtle nod as she passed, but she hadn't been lying when she said it was far from the first penis she’d laid eyes on. As a dominatrix and a wrestler in the lewdest promotion on the planet, she was desensitized to nudity, to the point where it hardly registered. On top of that, she was a pansexual - she tended to be more attracted to personalities than physical bodies. She could acknowledge that he was a particularly prodigious specimen, but she wouldn’t have been phased that much if he’d been long enough to touch the floor. Came with the territory.

She moved over to the kitchen table and took up position next to the offered beers, only to see that he hadn't moved yet. He wasn’t moving much at all, really, just standing there in this nearly catatonic state, as if he was on the verge of a mental breakdown. She looked him over for a moment, then relaxed and exhaled. This was going to be a long night.

The Morrigan popped the cap off her drink, slid Kasey’s over, and took a quick swig, needing the taste of home on her lips before she moved on. She gulped it down, then set about on her top, reaching behind her to get the straps.

”Kasey,” There went one hook. ”I appreciate your situation. I do. This is a new thing for you, I get that.” And there went a second hook. ”Just take it slow. Take it easy. There’s no cameras here, no crowd, just the two of us. I haven’t even laid my hands on you.” Having a little trouble with this one. She’d never been the most flexible sort, and she’d had help with the stagehands to get this top on in the first place. ”Have a gargle. Take a moment. Breathe.”

The Morrigan fumbled with the hook for another couple of seconds, before giving up and turning around. Fuck independence, this was annoying. ”Oy, help me get this off. Fucking pain…”

[Lycanstar]

Well... At least it couldn't get anymore awkward than this. Maybe her indifference to his nudity was a blessing, makes it less weird for him to be naked in another persons home.

”Just take it slow. Take it easy. There’s no cameras here, no crowd, just the two of us. I haven’t even laid my hands on you.”

Kasey took a deep breath- He was probably just overthinking this whole situation. 'Just try and get comfortable' he thought to himself. She certainly seemed to be as she was in the process of removing her top- Perhaps an act of solidarity to accompany his unflattering nudity. ”Have a gargle. Take a moment. Breathe.”

Fucks sake.

Kasey stormed over to her finally with a little bit of life in him and reached for the bottle she had taken out for him- Popping the cap off he turned around as to not face her before sliding his mask down just enough to wrap his lips around the top and started chugging. It seems he was desperate for some courage right now; He didn't even bother to read the label or see what he was drinking but it was Strong. Before he even knew it, half the bottle had been downed as he took in exhausted breaths while reeling from the amount of liquid courage he had just drank. Still facing away from The Morrigan who had requested help removing her top he stared off into space for a brief moment, maybe it was all hitting him now as he-

*BRAPPPPPP!!!*

...Loudly burped in an extremely undignified manner. He slid his mask back over his face and turned around hastily to face Morrigan's back. "Fuck it." He began pulling at the hook of her top and aggressively did his best to unhook it- Like he was trying to get this over with as fast as possible. Eventually after some fumbling the hook came loose and he stepped back to let Morrigan continue her own business while stared on.

[BlackAkuma]

The Morrigan quirked an eyebrow up, surprised by his hesitation, and for a second she thought he might’ve bolted for it. His lack of undergarments would’ve made that an epically lousy idea, but she wouldn’t have put it past the man. He didn’t seem to be operating with full sense at the moment, there was no telling what he’d go for, and she wasn’t about to chase him around the neighborhood like a Benny Hill skit, as funny of an image as that was.

Instead, she looked over her shoulder to see him go for the drink, pop the cap, and chug it hard, slicing it to half empty - or half full - in record time. She whistled as he went for it, genuinely impressed as he attacked the bottle with the kind of energy he should’ve brought to their match. The Morrigan was tempted to tell him as much, too, but it seemed a little mean. She’d save it for later, once the drink had done its magic.

She kept her arms up as he came her way, then perked up as he let loose with a truly epic belch. ”Nice.” She chuckled, genuinely impressed, as he finished off the top and set her girls free. The Morrigan peeled it off her skin and tossed it to the side, not caring much where it landed, then hopped back on the table so she could work on getting her fishnets off.

”Okay, ground rule #2 - titles. You’re new, so I won’t be too strict about it. ‘Ma’am’. ‘Mistress’. ‘Goddess’. ‘Morrigan Hellfire’. These are acceptable. If you want something, if you need something, just ask in the proper way, with a little respect in that voice, and we’ll see what we can do. When we’re not actively doing something, you’ve got free reign of the house, except my partner’s room.” She pointed to the first room on the right of the hall. ”I don’t want to hear Sabine’s mouth if you fuck something up, you really don’t want to hear it. Trust me.”

The Morrigan finished taking off the stockings and hurled them to the side, leaving them to dangle on a lamp with a perfect shot. The bottoms came off quickly thereafter, leaving her totally in the nude, glistening in all her glory. She couldn't be sure, but she thought they both cut an impressive figure in the dim lights of the room, like they were getting ready for a photoshoot. She was halftempted to take pictures, but that’d likely give him another reason to freak out.

”Thoughts? Questions? Concerns?” She whirled bottoms about on her finger as she stood up, looming over him with her bad eye, not caring enough to hide the scared side of her face at the moment. ”Speak now, be honest.”

[Lycanstar]

Kasey stared silently as Morrigan gave a full run-down of the instructions while undressing herself~ First letting he breasts loose before having no hesitation in taking off her stockings and bottoms... She seemed much more comfortable standing naked in front of Kasey then he did in front of her; The way she commanded respect while being so exposed was a stark contrast to how undignified Kasey felt plain and simple with his erect cock just kinda "Out". Her impressive figure completely on display to him now felt like seeing a forbidden treasure~ Something he was unable to come close to while in his match; But he knew in the end this would be more for her pleasure than his.

Kasey stared mesmerized at her swinging bottoms as he considered if he really did have any questions. It sounded more like she was providing a service, so at least she was maybe experienced in this and he wouldn't be treated too badly.

"Um; What exactly is it you plan to do to me? Lady, I just feel like a weird-ass houseguest; I thought you lived in some medieval torture dungeon or something."

Truly it was always a little difficult to picture a Wrestlers life outside of the time they shared in the ring and maybe the lockeroom; To think any Wrestler Kasey had faced lived in a house, had a commute and bought groceries was a little alien to say the least. Its much easier to jump to conclusions; especially with how certain Wrestlers portrayed themselves while in the ring.

"Wait... You don't actually have a medieval torture dungeon in the basement do you?"

[BlackAkuma]

The Morrigan sighed in relief when Kasey actually took her up on e offed asked a real question. Given how they started things off, she’d worried she might have to fight him every step of the way, making this whole experience more painful than she wanted it to be. Instead, he seemed to be warming up to the idea, or at least accepting his fate and going along. A good thing for him, too, because she wasn’t above the notion of just calling things off if pushed enough, or at least making him spend his time locked up in the cage.

He even called her ‘lady’, too. She wasn’t thrilled with the tone, but she would let it slide. For now.

Participation was always appreciated. And she didn’t miss the way he was fixated on her bottoms, either. She hoped them both being nude would allay some of his fears, or at least give him enough eye candy to take his mind off things.

”Being honest, don’t have a plan. Not like I thought about a goddamn itinerary on the way here.” She shrugged and tossed the bottoms, launching them right above his head. She had a quick, mischievous chuckle, then went on. ”I have some general ideas, though. Stuff I want to explore. We’ll see how the night develops.”

The Morrigan pushed off the table and circled around it, giving him a perfect view of her backside as she sashayed away. ”First thing, though - shower. Need to get the stink off, bet you do, too.” She curled her finger his way, motioning for him to follow. ”And it’s not ‘medieval’, not like I’ve got a fucking Iron Maiden down there, or whatever. But yeah, it’s a dungeon. I’m a domme, comes in handy.” She looked over her shoulder, both to make eye contact and see where his focus was on her body. Ass-man or breast-man? There was plenty of time to find out. ”I’m guessing you don’t go for BDSM too often, huh?”

[Lycanstar]

”First thing, though - shower. Need to get the stink off, bet you do, too.”

As She motioned him he followed slowly; presumably this was a normal house with a single shower, hopefully he wasn't jumping to conclusions but did she intend to shower... with him? Well, best not to question it for now as he followed and kept a close eye on her... assets. Maybe it was the thought of being handled by somebody more powerful than him that was making him so uneasy with this. In his mind Kasey always say himself as the one in control- The one who held all the cards. That's what made it so easy for him to be so boisterous and assertive. But here he was staring sheepishly at his Dominator's ass while she led him towards the bathroom... Barely even realizing she had turned her head around to ask him a question... And to see him oggling her.

"Oh- Um... Sorry. No I don't do BDSM. It seems pretty fucking weird."

He came off as a bit blunt- but at least he was being honest. Maybe the alcohol was already starting to work its magic on his self-confidence.

[BlackAkuma]

The Morrigan could admit, there were aspects of Kasey that she was learning to like. For starters, the man was blunt. To the point of being rude sometimes, sure, but she would always take that over fuckers who felt the need to mince words and qualify every little thing. The man just said whatever came to his mind, no filter, and she could work with that.

She laughed at that as she went into the bathroom and flipped the switch on, revealing a pristine space with shining floors, a marble sink, and a walk-in shower with tiles, more than big enough for two people. ”I mean, yeah. It is pretty fucking weird. You’re a pro wrestler, though. ‘Weird’ comes with the territory.”

She pushed the stall open, turned on the faucet, and held her hand under the running water, waiting for it to heat up. Always took the better part of a minute, they needed to get it fixed.

”Maybe I can clear a thing or two up, people always have these weird ideas about what it even is.” She reached over to a nearby cabinet, fetched a couple of washcloths and towels, and tossed him his own set. ”What freaks you out about it?”

[Lycanstar]

Kasey stood holding his towels awkwardly while Morrigan waited for the water to hear~ It still seemed so weird how casually she was about to have the two shower together. Quite frankly for being a "Prisoner of war" a beer and hot shower with a voluptuous Woman wasn't exactly what he had in mind for this evening. But it could always get worse. Or better. Kasey was finding it consistently hard to tell.

"Um, just the idea of having somebody else physically dominate you like that. I don't understand why somebody wouldn't want to be in control unless they were masochistic as hell. And the um... Tools."

He was looking a little nervous again as he described his thoughts; the thought of not being in control of his own situation was a little... disconcerting for him. Despite being fully aware of the consequences of his line of work; he was not happy on his back taking punishment. As the heat of the shower began to finally look it was causing steam, Kasey set his towel to the side and still with his mask on; approached The Morrigan...

[BlackAkuma]

She clicked her tongue as he spoke, nodding along, not because she agreed, but because he was saying about what she expected. It wasn’t an uncommon stance. So many people, men especially, say it as some sissification thing, the sign of a weak male giving up control to a powerful woman. He wasn’t wholly wrong, either, it could be like that. But…

”Oh, my sweet summer child.” She wondered if he’d get the reference. Didn’t strike her as much of a book reader, but she was happy to be proven wrong. ”Let you in on a secret - dommes, good dommes, aren’t in control of shit. It’s not about control, it’s about the illusion of control. The subs run things. If I’m doing my job right, they just don’t realize it.”

The Morrigan was more than willing to elaborate, but the water was getting good enough for them, and she wanted to start before it started eating up the electric bill. She put one foot, motioning him for to follow, but stopped halfway with a quirked eyebrow. ”Come on, boyo, you’re really gonna step in here with the bloody mask on? You hiding something under there?”

[Lycanstar]

"The subs run things. If I’m doing my job right, they just don’t realize it.”

"I find that a little hard to believe. But... Whatever you say I guess."

As he went to approach the shower properly she stopped him, questioning that he was still wearing his mask...

"I'm... I'm not taking it off, ok? I'll just clean around it. And I'm not hiding a fucking thing, there's nothing wrong with my face. Just let me take the shower."

He tried to just push his way past her in- He seemed in a hurry, like she was delaying things with bullshit that didn't mean anything. A hint of nervousness as he felt called out- Clearly a bit uncomfortable.