SKW MAT ROOM

17:14 Lauren_James: I arrive at the room and then I get surprised by you

17:16 Sable_Winterr: I smirk “hey… Laurennnn girl what’s up?” I say leaning against the doorframe “looking good. Oh wait are you the girl I booked for a session?” I say smirking fully knowing what I did. I lick my lips “I didn’t know you did this..”

17:24 Lauren_James: “Hey Sable...Y-Yeah… well… sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do, right?” I force a small, uneasy smile. “Didn’t think it’d be you opening the door…”

17:28 Sable_Winterr: “Imagine how I feeel. I’m here to wrestle a girl and flex my pro skills.. just to find out it’s the same girl I use to toss spending wrestling school.” I lick my lips “you wearing the outfit i requested?” I say moving to the side waving you into the room

17:34 Lauren_James: I hesitate, then nod slowly, avoiding her eyes. “Yeah… I-I brought it. It’s in my bag… I just need to change” I step inside quietly, voice soft. “Didn’t think anyone would recognize me doing this...”.

17:37 Sable_Winterr: “Oh good.. the blue number? Barefoot right?” I wink at you pinching your butt lightly. Listening I hear your comment “trust me this stays a secret… as long as I start getting discounts when I book a session.” I sit crossing my legs on the bed “bathrooms straight ahead..” I exhale watching you walk. A gleam of excitement in them. Our years together in the wrestling school long and extensive. Our personalities were so different.

18:03 Lauren_James: (which gear you want me to wear?)

18:07 Sable_Winterr: (The pink top barefoot look was super hot haha)

18:19 Lauren_James: I force a shaky laugh, clutching the strap of my duffel as I move toward the bathroom. “R-Right… light pink top and grey trunks,” I mumble, cheeks burning as I feel your fingers pinch my butt. I flinch slightly but keep walking. I glance over my shoulder, trying to smile. “Y-Yeah… barefoot, just like you asked.” I pause at the bathroom door, looking back nervously. “And… thanks, I guess. For keeping this quiet.” I slip inside and close the door softly, my hands already shaking as I open my bag. I pull out the light pink sports bra and tight, short grey trunks, quickly slipping them on. I kneel to put on my black knee pads, my bare feet cold against the tile floor. My heart pounds. The idea of Sable watching me later — after everything from our training days — has me completely rattled. I tie my hair back slowly, staring at my reflection. “What the hell am I doing…” I whisper to myself.

18:25 Sable_Winterr: I giggle and lean back planning every move and hold. Already wearing my ring gear but a more revealing one my butt significantly more prominent also barefoot. I him happily “take your time girl.. I booked a long session. So no rush” I say barley able to hide my excitement “oh yeah the session notes I put down is you dominate me but… now that I know it’s a pro I think now it’s gonna be competitive cool?” I smirk and call out “but don’t worry I’ll pay extra”

18:27 Sable_Winterr: (We can start our competitive and turn into a squash or stay a straight me doming I just thought it would be a fun mini plot of me changing the session notes. Hope that’s okay sorry I should have asked

18:27 Lauren_James:

18:28 Lauren_James: (I will try to take you by surprise but then you give me an ultimate beatdown)

18:29 Sable_Winterr: (Awesome!)

18:37 Lauren_James: I stare at myself in the mirror, breathing slowly, trying to stop my hands from shaking. Light pink sports bra on. Tight grey trunks hugging my hips. Knee pads strapped tight. Bare feet on cold tile. Sable’s voice echoes through the door. “I giggle and lean back, planning every move and hold. Already wearing my ring gear, but a more revealing one — my butt significantly more prominent, also barefoot. I hum happily, ‘Take your time girl… I booked a long session. So no rush.’” I close my eyes. Her voice is the same as it was back in that run-down gym. Confident. Careless. Better. We were the only two female trainees in that tiny promotion. Just two girls fighting for scraps of attention in a world run by bitter vets and sleazy promoters. We both had the body, the moves, the fire. But she had something else — maybe actual passion. I had ambition too, but I… I took shortcuts. I did what I had to. Slept with who I needed to. Sucked the right dicks. Got booked because I smiled when I was supposed to and bit my tongue when I didn’t want to. She worked harder. I climbed faster. That’s probably why she hates me. But now here I am doing custom sessions. Her voice cuts through my thoughts again. I whisper to myself: “This is just another session… she’s just another client… you can do this…”. I leave the bathroom in a shed panic "Yes, this will have an extra cost... and I would like to charge it now, Sable".

18:38 Lauren_James:

18:38 Lauren_James:

18:42 Sable_Winterr: (Stop your model is so god damn pretty 😍😭) “no problem girl. You got it. How much?” I stand up and grab my wallet “I just got a big tryout for a huge promotion and I got paid since I had to cancel a booking so I got the cash. Tell me the price?” I say smiling at you. To a random person that seemed innocent but with our history? You could tell it was a slight jab at my success. “Wow!! God damn you look HOT!” I giggle “no wonder you got booked in those types of matches…” another petty shot from me. I take out my wallet and smile “me? I always got the ugly lookin hardcore bangers.”

18:49 Lauren_James: I watch her count her cash, smirking like she’s paying some kind of whore. My stomach twists. I take a step closer, my voice low, shaky. “You know… you always acted like you were better. Back at training, in the ring, even now... But you don’t know what it’s like to need this.” Then I lunge forward, slipping behind her, arms shooting around her neck into a tight sleeperhold as I jump and wrap my legs around her ribs. My breath hot in her ear.

18:53 Sable_Winterr: “Rich coming from you..” your words burned a hole in my gut “you got balls ya know that, you acted like a prissy bitch from the moment I met you, talk about entitled, you got fist dibs of everyyting cause you sucked every single di- GAH!!!” I gasp out and paw at your arms. I cough and when I feel your legs around my ribs I drop to a knee turning bright red.. struggling for air.. “was she always this good?” I think to myself as I cough trying to steady my breaths…

18:56 Lauren_James: Her words hit hard — sharp, personal, like she’s peeling back every insecurity I’ve buried. My stomach turns, but I don’t let go. I grit my teeth and tighten the sleeper, dragging her weight down with me as my legs clamp tighter around her ribs. I feel her stumble, then drop to a knee. She’s coughing now, gasping for air — her pride fighting just as hard as her body. I lean in closer, my voice low and strained. “Still think I never earned anything?” Her hands paw at my arms, her body twisting, trying to shake me off — but I hold on.

18:59 Lauren_James:

19:00 Sable_Winterr: I nodded “fuck.. yeah” I try to stand up but drop to 2 knees now. Your grip much tighter than I expected. I wince trying to hold back the pain. My gut turns with rage. “I’m gonna put… you thought a class all over..again” I croak out my face a light blue… I reach back and grab your long beautiful blonde hair”I’m gonna demolish you. Get ready for a brand new class you bitch”. I run at it hard trying to rip you off my back.determined and refusing to lose to someone like you. Someone so drastically opposed to me. You represented everything I hated. Anytime I cut a promo about pretty girls.. your face was in my head.

19:00 Lauren_James: (Are you ok with extreme violence and blood?)

19:06 Lauren_James: She yanks my hair hard. I scream out, sharp pain ripping through my scalp, but I don’t loosen my grip. A rough groan escapes me as I grit my teeth, voice strained but fierce: “Just… go to sleep, bitch…” Her grip tightens, her body tries to rise, but she drops back down to her knees, wincing. I feel the anger radiating off her like fire. She reaches back, grabbing a handful of my long blonde hair, pulling hard. I grunt in pain but don’t let go. “You’re not walking away from this., Sable. I'm the better woman” I groan

19:06 Sable_Winterr: (Fine with it if you are!)

19:07 Lauren_James: (I think we should get very violent with each other :)

19:08 Sable_Winterr: (Sounds good to me babe 😘. I see a lot of matches together in the future! :) if that’s cool)

19:08 Lauren_James: (I like our chemistry :)

19:09 Sable_Winterr: “Fuck off. You.. never will be the better.. woman.” I croak out the word woman! Worry in my eyes… genuinely worried was this bitch about to knock me out?? I pant and drool “I’ll.. kill you” with a desperate final push i stand up and try to run us into a wall desperately trying to break this up. If I fail I go to sleep..

19:10 Sable_Winterr: (You can totally KO me if you want! Taunt me and take selfies, etc and wake me up and I go ham, etc. taunting me so I jump and get payback etc!)

19:11 Lauren_James: (Ok I will do it and that you give me the beatdown of our lives)

19:11 Sable_Winterr: (Oh baby trust me.. I’ll do it 😘)

19:15 Lauren_James: We both slam hard into the wall with a painful thud. My body aches from the impact, but I don’t release the sleeperhold. I dig my legs tighter around her ribs and clamp my arms harder around her neck as we fall down onto the soft carpeted floor. Pain shoots through me, but I refuse to let go. Her voice rasps out, “Fuck off. You… never will be the better… woman.” The desperation and worry flicker in her eyes — drool at the corner of her mouth. My whole body screams, but I grit my teeth and groan, pushing even harder to keep her locked down. No matter what, I’m holding on "Just go to sleep, girl. It's better for you"

19:16 Sable_Winterr: “B-bitch.. cheap… cheating cu-“ I pass out and go absolutely limp in your arms. Drool oozing from my lips. Costing your arm… my pride absolutely destroyed. A lesser woman. A loser. A joke a ring rat. Knocked me out. Even in my dreams I see you doing it. I twitch in your arms

19:22 Lauren_James: She goes limp in my arms, drool slicking down my skin. I smirk, brushing a strand of her dark hair off her face. “Nice look for you,” I tease softly, voice dripping with satisfaction. But deep down, I know I only got this win because I caught her from behind. No fair fight here. Carefully, I slide her body off me, letting her hair fall over her face like a dark curtain. I plant my foot firmly over her face, pull out my phone, and snap a picture. “Your man’s gonna love seeing this,” I say with a grin, catching my breath. I collect all the cash I find in your bag. Exhausted and soaked in sweat, I drag myself to a chair on the balcony, light a cigarette, and try to steady my pounding heart and racing thoughts. The smoke curls upward as I sit back, watching the city lights, trying to calm the storm inside me

19:27 Sable_Winterr: I twitch on the floor. Drooling; groaning. Humiliated…. Several minutes pass’s finally my eyes weakly open. “W-what… huh?” My body is exhausted I can’t even stand yet. I look around “that.. ring rat. Stole.. my money.. fuck it.. she cheated” my body hurts. Trying to say least stnsd

19:32 Lauren_James: I sit back on the balcony floor, the cigarette burning low between my fingers, feeling the night air calm my racing thoughts. Sweat still drips down my skin, but I’m finally starting to breathe easier. I glance out at the city lights, lost in the moment, convinced she’s out cold — drooling mess and all. I don’t notice the faint twitch beside me, the subtle sounds of her coming back to life. For a long time, I just sit there, letting the silence settle, not even realizing the fight might not be over yet. "poor bitch, maybe I just killed her" I smirk.

19:32 Lauren_James:

19:32 Lauren_James:

19:34 Sable_Winterr: Your words.. your cocky pale, acting like you own the place… THINKING YOU’RE BETTER THAN ME!!!!!” I drag myself back up to my feet and grab a fist full of that long gorgeous blonde hair “get the fuck back in here.. you chatting ring rat” I snap back tugging as hard as I can trying to force you inside my hotel room.

19:43 Lauren_James: The cool night air hits me, but then suddenly—her voice, sharp and furious, slices through the quiet. Panic surges through me like a shock. I stumble, heart pounding as she grabs a fistful of my blonde hair. “No, wait—” I try to pull away, but she’s already yanking hard, dragging me back toward the hotel room like I’m nothing. Fear twists in my gut. I’m caught—helpless—and all I can do is let her pull me back inside, my breath quick and shallow, my body trembling like I’m a scared little girl again.I scramble to the floor, every ounce of fear fueling me. Hands shaking, I crawl fast, eyes fixed on the exit door just ahead. Pain shoots through my hair and neck, but I don’t care. I just want out—away from her grip, away from this nightmare. My breath is ragged, heart pounding in my ears as I drag myself inch by inch toward freedom, praying she won’t catch me.

19:54 Sable_Winterr: “Not so fast bitch.. your skills still suck” I grab BOTH your legs smirking “class is back in session.” I slam the door shut and lock it… I drag you back to the center of the ring. “Say I remember in class you were flexible. That still hold up?” I ask titling my head as I slowly tie your legs together “now arms here..” i grab your arms and twist them in between your legs tying you into a pretzel “and now we turn” i roll us over locking in my cruel modified version of the Texas cloverleaf

19:59 Lauren_James: A sharp, unbearable pain explodes through my back as she bends me beyond what I thought possible. Despite of me being the flexible one this is unbearable. My screams in agony are impressive. I claw at the floor, trying to tap out, but my strength fades fast. My vision blurs. The agony floods every nerve. I start to drool, my body going limp as the world slips away.

20:02 Sable_Winterr: “Wow already out?? What a joke.. you never lasted long in this hold in training.” I hold it for a few seconds and drop you. I stand back up and sit right on the small of your back. “I saw this in one of those fetish videos you probably film.. a sleepekid special” I dig my knuckles right into your temples for a wicked temple drill. Pure joy in my eyes getting a new chance to torture you in this session “go on.. drool.. wake up do something for me” this was my moment.: a chance to finally get my hands on you without coaches pulling us apart.

20:06 Lauren_James: My body jerks violently as the hold tightens. My back is on fire — stretched beyond reason — but it’s my mind that starts to snap. I let out a broken, manic laugh, high-pitched and twitchy, my body spasming hard on the mat. My tongue flops out uncontrollably as my eyes roll back, turning white. Foam bubbles from my lips. I’m not even screaming anymore — I’m twitching, trembling, completely overtaken by the pain. Every nerve fires at once, like I’m short-circuiting. The sound around me fades as I drift somewhere between consciousness and blackout, body betraying me in the most humiliating way.

20:09 Sable_Winterr: “Wow still a sloppy bitch like always.” I stop digging my knuckles into your skull and smirk. “Oh.. come here ring rat.” I drag you back to your feet and slap you right across the face “that’s for sucking at wrestling” I stuff your head between my thighs and give you a wedgie as I get you in a piledriver position just standing there… my body racing pure ecstasy filling my entire body. A toy to beat up.. as much as I want

20:13 Lauren_James: The slap snaps me awake like lightning, my head jerking to the side as spit flies from my lips. My eyes shoot open, dazed, confused—and then burning with shame. My cheek throbs, heat blooming across my pretty face. Before I can even react, she drags me up like a ragdoll. My legs barely work, my body limp and useless. Another brutal slap. My head whips to the side again, a pathetic gasp leaving my mouth. Then—humiliation. My head’s stuffed between her thighs, my hands pawing her strong tights. I feel her tug up my trunks hard — the wedgie deep, painful — and I whimper. My bare feet drag on the floor as she holds me in place, upside down in the piledriver position like a slut ready for her demise.

20:17 Sable_Winterr: “Hey quick question.. remember when I use to do this to you in training? I’d hold you upside down until you yelled for coach?” I tease with a smirk still holding you upside down “oh almost forgot the wedgie” I tug on your bottoms forcing a nasty wedgie on you. I smirk walking around the hotel with you “no coaches to save you this time tart.. man your body is nice. No wonder guys seek you out. Too bad that won’t save you from me.”

20:23 Lauren_James: My voice shakes, weak and full of shame as I hang there, upside down, barely able to breathe. “P-Please… jput me down… Sable, please…” Tears sting my eyes as I cling to what little strength I have left. “I can’t take anymore… Blood rushes to my head as she keeps me upside down, my face flushed red from pain, pressure, and embarrassment. Her words cut deep — cruel reminders of those training days. I do remember. I remember crying out for help back then, and now… there’s no one to save me. My legs kick weakly, my hands paw at her thighs, but I’m too drained to fight. The wedgie deepens with another harsh yank — I whimper, my voice muffled by the sheer pressure and shame. She parades me through the hotel room like I’m nothing. My hair hangs down, swaying, my cheeks burning, my pride shredded. I twitch in her grip, my body aching, but she just keeps walking — and I can feel it… I’m completely at her mercy.

20:26 Sable_Winterr: “Awwww you remember Les free romper I like! And you may cry?? Aw okay I’ll put you down. Nicely too just cause I want to hear those moans of pain.. it’s been so long since I got them from you. It’s gonna be like a trip down memory pain.” I chuckle loudly and toss you belly first into the floor. I roll you onto your back and lock you in an Americana as I lay across your chest trapping your arms “now let’s hear you squeak piggy” I use my free right hand start start slowly punching you in the belly.. not a lot just a small punch. Slowly very very slowly I start picking up the speed, then I add power after more time. “Ohh this belly.. it’s been so long babe: I use to love this.. some belly punching session for my little fetish model”

20:31 Lauren_James: "Please Sable, I beg you. Stop I can't take it anymore" I cry like the weak slut I have always been. Her words echo in my head like a twisted lullaby — soft, mocking, cruel. I brace myself, suspended helplessly, every muscle trembling. Then—slam. My toned, sculpted abs crash first into the hotel floor, the sharp impact knocking the wind right out of me. I let out a loud, broken gasp, my mouth falling open as pain spreads through my core. **She rolls me onto my back, and I’m exposed—**my stomach rising and falling, glistening with sweat. Despite everything, my abs are still tight, defined, strong... but that just makes the pain worse when she starts working on them. She straddles my chest, her weight pinning me down, locking me in the Americana. I squirm, but my arms are completely trapped. Then comes the first punch. A light jab — not much, but enough to sting. “Ngh—” I wince, body tensing. Then another. And another. Slow. Rhythmic. Measured. I bite down on a scream, my head tossing side to side as the punches start to speed up. My abs tighten instinctively under the growing impact — that proud, hard-earned six-pack now becoming a target. She keeps hitting. Harder now. Faster. “A-ahhh—!” A choked moan escapes me as her fist digs deep into my belly, right above my navel. Foam at my lips. My body jerks.

20:37 Sable_Winterr: I giggle proudly “oh yeah! There you go!! That’s the sound I like!!! Come on more!! MORE!!” I hit you as hard as I can absolutely demolishing those ribs “you know what i want to hear… just like the old days. Say mami please stop” I purr in your ear absolutely relishing the abuse I get to dish out. “Man you look so cute like this! No wonder you do this.” I smirk and tickle your belly stopping the abuse “I bet you think Ohh Jordan Grace did this I bet I’ll be a star just like her” I apply a cruel iron claw “right??? Am I right??” I laugh loudly at you wrenching on your belly “you’re my slut for now on.. you’re no Jordan Grace. You’re a fetish jobber” I taxes

20:43 Lauren_James: I wince, tears welling up—not just from the pain, but from the bitter sting of reality hitting me hard. This is what I’ve become… a fetish wrestler, and a cheap one. I choke back a sob, hating how far I’ve fallen. She grins down at me, savoring every second of it. “That’s right,” she says, “you’re no Jordan Grace. Just my little jobber now.” Her words hit me like a punch harder than any blow. Jordyne Grace is so much above me. "Please-ase" I sob "You proved your point, just let me go", I beg you Sable"

20:49 Sable_Winterr: “Awwww still good at begging.. okay fine” I slowly let you go. “Oof that belly looks BAD” I snicker loudly. “Let seee.. what’s next…” I tap my chin “OHHH suplex time!” I drag you back to your feet and pinch your cheeks “so sexy.. so weak. Lauren how old are you girl?” I say smirking “let me guess you do these fetish videos cause you dominate their fake models right? A sense of fake tough when you’re just a jobber?” This was everything I dreamt of… and more

20:52 Lauren_James: I choke back tears, my voice barely a whisper, “Please… just need the cash… don’t make this worse.” I clutch my stomach, trembling, trying to steady myself. When she lets go, I slump to the floor, wiping tears from my cheeks. My breathing is shaky as I try to prepare for whatever’s next, every part of me aching and broken. I manage to stand slowly, my legs unsteady under me, eyes pleading as she pins my cheeks. I swallow hard, forcing out, “I’m… I’m not like that. I’m trying… just trying to get by.” My fists clench at her words, frustration and shame mixing as I brace for the next blow.

20:55 Sable_Winterr: “I know.. poor baby.” I purr out. “You’re only 20 yeah?” I smirk bigger “20 suplexes it is.. and I’ll be nice. I’ll give you twice what I paid today.. every session but I want it just like this. Fight cause it’s hot to see you struggle” I chuckle out setting you up for a snap suplex.

20:57 Lauren_James: Tears stream down my face as memories flood in—the crushing bumps, the relentless suplexes, and that brutal superplex from our last championship match. She's so much better than me. My body trembles under the weight of it all, every ache and sting screaming in my mind. My voice cracks as I whisper, barely holding myself together, “I… I remember every one of them… it never gets easier…” I try to steel myself, knowing what's coming next, but my heart pounds wildly as she sets me up for that snap suplex.

21:01 Lauren_James: (I need to go babe but we can resume tomorrow)

21:01 Lauren_James: (I will reply when I come back)

21:01 Sable_Winterr: “Alright let’s start…” I slowly and mathematically do 20 suplexes taking my time. Slowly counting afteee each suplex. “I feel bad for you. Imagine being that hot.. and fans only want you to be a cute lil jobber.” As I suplex you I grab your bottoms and give you a wedge and suplex you to add more embarrassment to each slap it

10:11 Sable_Winterr: (If you’re free I’m down to continue 😊 no pressure)

10:17 Lauren_James: By the time the tenth suplex crashes me into the floor, my body is gone—no fight, no resistance, just a limp, ragdoll shell being hauled up and hurled again and again. At first, I’d tried to sell the impact, arching or bracing to lessen the pain, but now I can’t even think about protecting myself. My arms flop uselessly, my legs fold awkwardly under me, and each landing leaves me staring blankly at nothing. The ring blurs, my breaths shallow and shaky, my body a puppet in her hands. Each fresh suplex jolts me only for an instant before I melt again into the floor. The humiliating tug of my bottoms riding high after every cruel wedge burns my skin and pride alike, and the sound of the fabric snapping against me mixes with her taunting voice as she takes her time breaking me completely.

10:24 Sable_Winterr: After the final suplex I play there next to you “awwww Is she out?” I coo running my finger under your chin. Taunting you even in this state. I slowly sit up “god she’s still sexy even when she’s like this.” I say clear as day with a tinge of jealousy.., I grab your feet “I did everything to stand out Improve, put on bangers; train the younger people and despite all that .. it was wow Lauren is perfect. Well how does perfect handle getting in the ring with me.” I turn red from anger “I mean hotel room but shut up” I start tickling your feet at this point just trying to find ways to embarrass you

10:30 Lauren_James: I lie sprawled on my back, chest rising in shallow, uneven breaths, my head lolling to the side. Her finger sliding under my chin barely registers at first, but the cooing tone cuts through the haze, a fresh sting of humiliation settling over my dazed mind. My eyes flutter halfway open, unfocused, catching the blurry outline of her sitting up beside me, her words sinking in slowly like poison. The mix of jealousy and venom in her voice stings even more than the suplexes—because even like this, she’s still reminding me that all the praise I ever got meant nothing here. When her hands close around my ankles and my legs are dragged slightly apart, I twitch weakly, too broken to fight back. The sudden tickling jolts my battered body, my toes curling instinctively, a pathetic, breathless sound escaping me—half whimper, half laugh—more humiliation to pile on top of the wreckage she’s made of me. I can’t move, can’t fight, can’t even protect myself… just lay there and take every last cruel game she plays.

10:30 Lauren_James:

10:31 Lauren_James:

10:33 Sable_Winterr: “Aww what cute whimper.. ohh was that a giggle. You love it huh” I tickle your feet some more and harder “they’re so soft! I bet the fetish freaks who pimp you out love them right?” I sit town and use one arm to lock them together so you can’t pull them away. My sick smile transforms into one of cockiness and condescension. My smirk only fueling my petty abuse to such an innocent girl. Your only sin being you shined in the same school as me. I look down at your out stretched body creating more cruel ways to taunt you.

10:35 Lauren_James: My body shifts weakly on the carpet, knees bending slightly as if I’m curling up to nap, the motion slow and clumsy—pathetically out of place given what she’s doing to me. My head rolls to the side, lips parting in another small whimper that only makes me seem more helpless. Her mocking words sink in, each one making my face flush hotter. My toes curl and flex involuntarily under her grip, trapped by the firm lock of her arm as she works her fingers harder into my soles. I can’t even kick or pull away—just wriggle faintly in her hold like a ragdoll. The cruel, cocky glint in her eyes burns into me as I lay there stretched out, my chest rising and falling, legs pinned together at the ankles.

10:39 Sable_Winterr: “Let’s give them a taste.” I bite down on each of your bare feet. I shake my head “yuck!!’ They taste like slutty jobber. I bet you let so many fucking sleeze balls touch them.. I would speak up about their mistreatment of women and there’s fucking Lauren her arm around then getting booked cause fuck sable!” I bite down again in frustration “you never cared when I got fucked over as long as you got time on a show!!!” My rage coming back. I twist your ankles slightly “do you know how frustrating it is despite being considered a rival with someone you being so much better than her??? It’s annoying.”

10:46 Lauren_James: A fog lifts from my mind, each harsh word stabbing deeper than the pain in my ankles. My eyes widen—not just from the sting of her bites on my beautiful but a bit smelly feet, but from the realization that all of this isn’t just about the match… she’s carried this hatred for me for years. Tears spill freely down my cheeks, my voice shaking as I try to push the words out, desperate for some crack in her fury. “P-please Sable… I’m sorry… I’m sorry for everything,” I sob, my chest hitching with every breath. “Look at me now—I’m a fetish wrestler, barely scraping by… it was this or OnlyFans. My life’s not better than yours. I’m not some star anymore, I’m just… desperate.” I shift weakly in her grasp, my hands trembling as they try to reach toward her—more a pleading gesture than any real escape. “I never meant to take anything from you… I just… I needed to survive.” My voice cracks on the last word, my gaze locked on her in hopes she’ll see just how broken I am right now.

10:51 Sable_Winterr: This was music to my ears. I smirk and let go of your feet. “Awww that bad huh?” I crawl over swaying my hips.. relishing every moment…. “You’re gonna keep telling me how miserable you are..” I push you into your back and grapevine our legs together and pin your shoulders to the floor.. but it didn’t hurt. It was a humiliating position but it was the first move where I wasn’t hurting you. I whisper in your ear “give me more.. let me hear all about how shitty your life is… this is better than sex. A crying slut? Go on.. tell your “friend “ how awful it is to be you..” I giggle my tone now just cocky and condescending. Perhaps your session from hell was almost over…

11:20 Lauren_James: My chest heaves as I’m rolled onto my back, my legs tangled with hers, the humiliating closeness making my face burn even hotter than my tears. Her body weight pins my shoulders, not painfully—just enough to make me feel small, powerless, and trapped under her gaze. My lips tremble, my voice barely above a whisper at first, as if each confession costs me a piece of myself. “It’s awful… I wake up every morning wondering if I’ll even make rent… booking these sessions, letting strangers use me, just so I can eat.” My eyes dart away from hers, ashamed. “The girls I used to wrestle with—half of them won’t even look at me now. And the rest? They just laugh… like I deserve it.” I swallow hard, the knot in my throat tightening. “I don’t have fans anymore, just guys who wanna see me humiliated. I’ve gone from arenas to motel rooms… from thinking I was going places… to praying I don’t end up completely alone.” My voice cracks again, tears slipping to the floor beneath me. “And the worst part? I think I believe them now when they say I’m nothing.” I stay all of this shit looking at your eyes while your body presses min

11:27 Sable_Winterr: I exhale “oof.. man you got it hard” the joy I felt was.. indescribable. Finally… finally she realized what she was.” I giggle and lean in “poor girl. Struggling for rent? Well good news.. I’ll make a deal” I purr in your ear “I’ll pay your rent gladly… I’m signed to some Huge companies so rent money is pocket change” I smirk she had to expect me to say but… “but… I want something in return. I pinch your cheeks “sessions whenever I want got it? And I want them just.. like this. Maybe if you beat me I’ll actually respect you” I giggle leaning forward teasing you with my breasts. Having a girl I hated cry to me.. broken, miserable? It fed my god complex “how nice will that be.. no more worrying about rent.” I say trying to keep that fresh in your mind… trying to hide the fact that you’re taking beatings like this often if you take it. I whisper again “you’re a broken loser… you’re my bitch. Might as well live a slightly less brutal life. Take the offer”

11:37 Lauren_James: My sobs come in sharp, ragged waves, my chest tightening with every breath. “You… you can’t do this to me,” I manage between cries, my voice hoarse and uneven. My wrists twitch weakly against her hold, but I can’t push her off—her weight, her presence, it’s overwhelming. When she leans in with that purr, my stomach knots. Her words—each one coated in smug satisfaction—slice through what’s left of my pride. The offer dangles in front of me like a poisoned apple, sweet in promise, bitter in the reality behind it. I know exactly what it means: more days like this, more tears, more humiliation… but the thought of not having to scrape and beg to survive makes my breath hitch. Her pinch to my cheeks is playful on the surface, but the dominance behind it makes me shrink back. I try to look away when she presses closer, the teasing touch only twisting the knife deeper. “I… I don’t…” My voice trails off into another sob, my tears pooling hot against my temples. Her whisper hits me like a hammer, the words broken loser… my bitch echoing in my head, each repetition wearing me down. I feel my resolve eroding under her steady, confident tone. My voice cracks again, barely audible, “I… I can’t… Sable"

11:38 Lauren_James:

11:38 Lauren_James:

11:38 Lauren_James:

11:38 Lauren_James: (This an ultimate humiliation)

11:41 Sable_Winterr: “Yes you can.. just say the words.. save me mami.. and it’s a deal” I relish this moment “I’ll get up. You can give mami some kisses on her sore muscles… and we will set up our arrangement.” I giggle proudly forcing you to remain in my gaze our eyes locked, a sick smile on my face. The reality was I was done. I was going to get up but.. I wanted to wait just a moment longer to eee if I could really break her the way I dreamt .,”we’d cuddle just like this.. once I win of course. Then I’d look you in those big crying eyes and we’d finish every session with save me mami” I giggle licking a single tear off your face

11:42 Sable_Winterr: ( Ik haha 👀)

11:46 Lauren_James: My lips tremble, my breathing shallow as the last fragments of my pride slip away. My eyes stay locked on hers, not because I want to, but because I can’t look anywhere else—her presence pulls me in like a vice. My voice is barely more than a whisper, broken and shaky, “Y-you… you broke me… I’m your bitch… my womanhood’s gone.” The words taste like ash, but they spill out anyway, the truth dragging itself from somewhere deep inside me. Tears blur my vision, rolling down in helpless streaks. Her smirk widens, and I feel even smaller under it. My body trembles against hers, the humiliating closeness making my skin burn with shame. I can’t stop crying, each sob rattling my chest, and yet I force the rest out, my voice cracking, “S-save me… mami…” The sound of it seals my fate. I’ve never felt more hollow, more stripped of who I thought I was. In this moment, I know I’m exactly what she wanted me to be—broken, owned, and completely hers.

11:51 Sable_Winterr: I light up and smile “oh good girl Lauren!!” I slowly stand up and sit in my bed “before you get changed. Come give my muscles a quick kiss.” I flex my arms and my legs so you know exactly where to kiss. I bite my lip “come on mami needs some love from her jobber” I tease out wiggling my toes for you to come over l, “once you do this you can get changed and leave.” I laugh at you

11:56 Lauren_James: Tears still streaming down my cheeks, my voice cracks as I plead, “Please… don’t humiliate me like this… I—I can’t take it anymore.” I know I have no choice. My whole body trembles with the weight of my desperation, begging for even a shred of mercy. Her smile lights up the room, cruel and victorious, and I watch helplessly as she slowly stands and sits on the bed. My heart races when she flexes her arms and legs, clearly showing me exactly where she wants me to kiss.She wiggles her toes, teasing me, “Come on, mami needs some love from her jobber.” I kneel in front of her and start kissing and sucking her toes, while looking at her eyes with mine full of tears. My womanhood is gone and now my dignity too. I'm her bitch forever.

11:58 Sable_Winterr: “Good girl.:” I pat you on the head “our next session? It can be just like this. Try and beat me.. that made it more fun to crush you.” I wiggle around enjoying myself for a while as you kiss everything I ask… I sigh softly knowing I should end it. I may hate this chick but I’m a woman of my word, I drag it out but speak “okay… enough. Next session I’ll do this again.” I point to the bathroom “get changed… hurry before I change my mind”

12:05 Lauren_James: I stay still, my lips pressed softly against her skin, feeling every bit of her teasing control. Her pat on my head sends a shiver through me, part shame, part resignation. When she talks about the next session, a twisted flicker of hope and dread settles in my chest—try and beat her, she says, but I know that’s a fantasy. Her enjoyment is cruel, savoring every moment I’m forced to obey. As she sighs, I sense the moment ending, but I’m trapped in her game. When she finally commands me to get changed, I obey immediately, scrambling to my feet, desperate to escape before she changes her mind. I get into the bathroom, I don't even take a shower. I'm relieved that this ended without further pain but I know I'm her bitch now.

12:08 Sable_Winterr: I giggle and write a check “hurry up pet… I got a gift for you.” I pur out . This was the greatest moment of my life. Fuck success.. I had her as mine. I patiently waited for you to come out. Ready to get one final jab

12:18 Lauren_James: I get out of the bathroom and stay idle looking at you like the jobber pet I am "Please... Sable you got what you wanted. Just let me go and spare my miserable life"

12:21 Lauren_James:

12:22 Sable_Winterr: “Oh relax loser.” I hand the check to you with and eye roll “deals a deal.. this months rent. See you next week. Same time. Don’t be late or I’ll make it hurt worse”

12:26 Lauren_James: I take the check with shaky fingers, the cold paper feeling heavier than any weight I’ve carried before. My eyes flicker with a mix of defeat and something deeper — a flicker of resolve buried beneath the shame. “I’ll be here,” I whisper, voice cracking, “same time".

12:27 Sable_Winterr: “Good. Smart girl” I roughly slap your ass “okay im done… you can go now if you want.” I chuckle looking you up and down like you’re a piece of steak.

12:29 Lauren_James: I walk towards the room door and before I pull it I look at you over the shoulder like if I was wait for some final act of condescendence from you

12:30 Sable_Winterr: Watching you turn expecting something cruel makes me snicker… “oh good puppy looking at master one last time” I pretend to lunge at you. Zero intent to hit you just to make you jump

12:35 Lauren_James: I get death scared. I bite my lip, voice trembling but trying to sound hopeful, “Maybe… just maybe you could show some love after everything you did to me?” My eyes search hers, pleading for even a little kindness after all the pain.

12:36 Sable_Winterr: I raise my eyebrow “oh..”I slowly saunter over to your us swaying my hips “puppy wants some love?” I lean in and cup your butt with my hands and plant a long.. slow kiss on the lips.

13:53 Lauren_James: y heart skips as she leans in, her hands firm yet teasing on my hips. The kiss lingers—slow, deliberate—mixing a strange warmth with the sting of everything that’s happened. I tremble slightly, caught between the humiliation and the unexpected tenderness, my mind racing but my body frozen in the moment.

13:56 Lauren_James: My*

14:02 Sable_Winterr: After all that…. I find myself enjoying the kiss. I slowly pull you in closer kissing you deeper. Finally I pull myself back “happy now puppy?”

14:05 Lauren_James: I whisper softly, barely above a breath, “Yeah… I’d be happy if we could just get past all this… past everything that’s happened.” My eyes search hers, hoping she feels it too—the fragile hope that maybe, somehow, we could find something better beyond the pain.

14:09 Sable_Winterr: I chuckle and sigh softly “oh deer puppy..” I pat your cheek “I think you know how this conversation will go” I run my hand under your jaw “you’re mine now… somedays I’ll be tender” I say caressing you sweetly “and some days not so much” I give your hair a quick firm tug “you want this to be special.. to move past the past… earn my respect.” I chuckle “find who you are… cause this fetish jobber ain’t it. I expect a much better match next time…” that didn’t sound like my usual sarcastic cruel self.. it sounded like i was almost wishing for the old Lauren.. no a new and improved one, someone who held the same cockiness she once had but more skil… more commitment. “Having a loser as rival makes my skills dull.. step up” I say smiling. Leaving hope for a better future between us… maybe.

14:15 Lauren_James: (end?)

14:16 Sable_Winterr: (Works for me :) unless you want a go and end it)

14:21 Lauren_James: I swallow hard, feeling a flicker of something like pride mixed with shame. “I get it,” I say quietly, voice trembling but sincere. “I’ll find her—the real me. Not this broken… not this jobber. I want to be better. For you… and for myself.” I reach up, gently touching her hand on my cheek, grateful for that rare tenderness. “I’ll prove it next time. I promise.” For the first time in a long while, I allow myself to hope. End