Butt Wrestling Inc - Mistress Kara Makes Jobber Morrigan Obey
Mistress Kara's Rule of the Ring
A Lesson in Obedience
In the dimly lit wrestling arena, Mistress Kara stands tall, her imposing figure casting an intimidating shadow over Jobber Morrigan. The latter cowered in the corner, trembling with anticipation as she awaited her mistress's commands.
"Come now, Jobber," Mistress Kara's commanding voice echoed through the room. "You love feeling my power, don't you?" Her gaze pierced through Jobber's soul, and she couldn't deny the truth of her mistress's words.
Slowly, Jobber rose to her feet, her heart pounding in her chest. She looked up at Mistress Kara, her eyes wide with fear and excitement. "Yes, Mistress," she whispered, her voice shaking.
Mistress Kara smirked, her lips curling into a cruel smile. "Good girl," she purred. "Now, let's see if you've learned your lesson." She grabbed a pair of wrestling tights and tossed them at Jobber. "Put these on," she commanded.
Jobber quickly obeyed, struggling to squeeze into the tight fabric. When she was finally dressed, she stood before Mistress Kara, waiting for her next instruction.
"Kneel," Mistress Kara ordered. Jobber hesitated for a moment, but then slowly lowered herself to her knees. "Good jobber," Mistress Kara said, approval clear in her voice. "Now, open wide."
Jobber's heart skipped a beat as she realized what was coming next. She opened her mouth, her lips parting in anticipation. Mistress Kara chuckled darkly, reaching into her pocket to retrieve a thick, black dildo.
"This is going to hurt," she warned, before shoving the massive toy into Jobber's mouth. Jobber gagged, her eyes watering from the intense pain and humiliation. But she knew better than to disobey her mistress.
"That's right," Mistress Kara said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "You love feeling my power, don't you?" Jobber nodded, tears streaming down her face. "Because if you didn't, you'd be out of here so fast."
She pulled the dildo out of Jobber's mouth, letting it dangle precariously close to her face. "Now, tell me why you love feeling my power."
Jobber swallowed hard, her throat raw from the assault on her mouth. "Because it makes me feel weak and helpless," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
A wicked smile spread across Mistress Kara's face. "That's right," she said, approval clear in her voice. "And as long as you remember that, you'll always have a place here. Now, get up and let's see what else you've learned."
Jobber slowly rose to her feet, her legs trembling from the effort. She couldn't deny the thrill she felt at being under Mistress Kara's control. It was a dangerous game they played, but for now, it was all she had. She waited, bated breath, for her next command.
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