Lina "The Lioness" Kuznetsova swung open the door to her hotel room, her muscles aching from a long day of wrestling matches. She tossed her bag onto the bed and began to stretch, each pop and crack of her joints a satisfying release of tension.
As she moved through her post-match routine, she noticed a figure huddled in the corner of the room. Ivan, her slave, was trying his best to be inconspicuous, but Lina was having none of it.
"What are you doing, hiding in the shadows?" she asked, her voice sharp and commanding. "Come out and give me a proper welcome."
Ivan hesitantly emerged from his hiding spot, bowing his head in submission. Lina rolled her eyes at his over-the-top display of loyalty.
"Enough with the dramatics," she said. "Just get over here and start worshipping my muscles."
Ivan began to kneel at Lina's feet, but she stopped him. "Not so fast. First, you have to earn the right to touch me. Start by licking my feet."
Ivan hesitated, but Lina's glare soon had him complying. He began to gently lick the soles of her feet, trying not to gag at the smell.
Lina laughed at his discomfort. "What's the matter? Can't handle the stench of a hardworking wrestler? You should be grateful I even let you near my feet."
Ivan continued to lick, working his way up to Lina's calves. She sighed in pleasure as he massaged her tired muscles.
Lina decided to test Ivan's loyalty further. She grabbed a nearby bottle of oil and poured it over her legs. "Now, continue your worship. But this time, make sure every inch of my skin is glistening."
Ivan began to lick the oil off of Lina's legs, making sure to cover every inch of her skin. Lina moaned in pleasure as he worked his way up to her thighs.
Lina stood up, allowing Ivan to continue his worship of her body. She flexed her muscles, showing off her strength and power.
Ivan couldn't help but stare in awe at Lina's muscular physique. Lina noticed and smirked. "Like what you see, slave? Don't worry, you'll get to touch me soon enough."
Lina finally allowed Ivan to touch her, but only to massage her muscles. She guided his hands over her biceps, triceps, and shoulders.
Ivan could feel the power and strength in Lina's muscles. He couldn't help but be turned on by her dominance and control.
Lina noticed Ivan's arousal and laughed. "Looks like someone is enjoying this a little too much. Don't worry, I'll take care of that later."
Lina allowed Ivan to continue massaging her muscles until she was satisfied. She then dismissed him, ordering him to prepare her bath. She smirked, knowing that she had once again proven her dominance and control over her slave.
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