The hotel room door swung open, revealing the wrestler, a tall and muscular woman with a look of determination etched on her face. She had just finished a long day of matches, and her muscles ached from the exertion. But she was not one to be defeated by fatigue. She had a slave to attend to, and she would not be denied.
As she entered the room, her eyes fell upon the submissive man kneeling on the plush carpet. He was there to serve her every need, and she would not hesitate to take advantage of his servitude.
"Massage my aching muscles," she commanded, her voice sharp and commanding.
The slave eagerly obeyed, his hands working deftly over her shoulders and back. She could feel the tension in her muscles beginning to ease under his touch. But she was not content to simply relax. She needed to assert her dominance.
"You're weak," she taunted, her voice dripping with disdain. "Pathetic, even. You could never hope to match my strength."
The slave hesitated, but she would not allow it. She grabbed his head and forced it towards her feet.
"Lick my feet," she commanded, her voice low and menacing.
He began to lick her feet, his tongue working over the arch of her foot. She reveled in the feeling of his submission, her muscles tensing with pleasure.
"Do you see these muscles?" she asked, flexing her biceps. "I could break you in half if I wanted to. You know it's true."
The slave nodded, his eyes cast down in submission. She forced him to worship her muscles, making him kiss and lick every inch of her body. She could feel his desire for her, and she used it to her advantage.
"Beg for more," she commanded, her voice filled with mockery.
The slave begged for more, his voice trembling with need. She allowed him to pleasure her, and he did so with fervor. She mocked him for his weakness, and he took it, knowing that he deserved it.
"You are nothing without me," she told him, her voice filled with authority.
The slave knew it was true. He was nothing without her, and he would do anything to serve her.
She allowed him to rest, and he did so gratefully. She fell asleep, satisfied, knowing that she had complete control over him. And the slave knew that he was exactly where he belonged.
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