A year ago, I couldn’t have imagined how my life was about to change. I’ve wrestled for sex in front of enthusiastic women three times. I’d never done anything like that prior. Yeah, I’d role-played wrestling with a couple of women who were kind of into it, but never with someone who seriously grappled and had the desire and ability to dominate me.
The last time I wrestled for sex, there were two couples. My date, Cory, enticed me into wrestling the other guy. The stakes were, the loser has to give the winner a blow job while the women watched. I was sure I would win. I lost.
The time before that, Cory was my opponent for an “anything goes” match with few limitations in front of a lot of women. I was paid a lot of money for that one. She was petite so there was no doubt in my mind I’d win, but she is a skilled martial artist. She had me tied to the corner of a boxing ring and I had to give a guy a blow job while jerking myself off in front of everyone. I’d never had any kind of sex with a man prior to that. I didn’t want to go through with it, but if I chose not to, I wouldn’t have been paid. I made almost half of what I make in a year on my day job.
The first time I wrestled for sex was against a woman who also won and made me jerk off for a small group of women while tied to a boxing ring. The downside in all three matches was that losing gave me feelings of inadequacy as a man. The upside was, due to not having much of a choice, women enjoying my degradation, and the intensity of my climax, my orgasms were greatly magnified.
The first two matches were at a place called SFW (Sex Fights for Women), a private sex fighting club made up of very wealthy members who pay a lot of money to watch sex fights. I’d never had anything to do with the “sex industry” prior to that first match with Margot, but now I find myself drifting into it. I’ve learned more about my submissive side in the past year than I’d learned my whole life prior. Not only have I gotten off by crossing lines I thought I’d never cross, I’ve discovered I can make a lot of money at it.
I’m quite taken by Cory. I am a natural sub and exhibitionist. Humiliation turns my crank. I get off best when a woman or women watch me degrade myself on command for her/their enjoyment. That’s what Cory loves, and she likes being in charge. Cory doesn’t need to hurt me. Once we’re in a sexual situation, she just seems to take over as the goddess she is, and I end up willing to do anything to please her. What I love most is that my orgasm is important to her. Part of her fantasy is watching me cum while I’m in a humiliating situation.
To be clear, I’m not attracted to men. I am neither gay nor bi. I have no desire to seek men for sex. If I had an opportunity to discreetly have sex with a man in private, I’d turn it down. On the other hand, when I’m rendered helpless and vulnerable, faced with no alternative in front of a woman, or women who get off watching me perform a humiliating, unpalatable sexual task, it becomes an amazing aphrodisiac that takes me to a higher level of ecstasy.
I called Cory the day after our date. We talked over plans for another date, but due to schedule conflicts, we couldn’t get together for almost three weeks. Three weeks seemed like an eternity.
Cory called me about a week before our date and said she’d seen Julia Bortolini, a woman who offered to pay me to wrestle her husband after she watched my match with Cory.
Cory said, “I told Julia about our first date. I told her how shocked you were when you lost to Clay, and how amazing you looked, jerking yourself off with Clay’s cum dripping from the corners of your mouth. No doubt, she liked hearing about it. Anyway, she invited us to a party. There’ll probably be about 30 people there. What do you think?”
“I don’t know. What do you think?” I asked.
“Ooo, you know what I think… There’s only one problem. It’s on the same night we planned our date.” She paused, waiting for a response… “You know it’ll be exciting Stevie,” she said in a soft, coaxing tone.
“But I was hoping to have you all to myself,” I said.
Stevie…you know it can’t work that way. I told you, you have to win me. You lost at the club. You lost at my place. You even lost against Margot. God, you were hot that night. You haven’t won yet. When you win, I’m yours.”
I had such a longing to make love to Cory. I was a complete sucker for her and she knew it. I never tried to hide it. If winning a sex fight was the requirement, I would fight again and again and hope for the best. Win or lose, it would still be exciting. I said, “Sure, if you want to go, I’m game.”
“Cool, then it’s a plan,” she said. “The party doesn’t start ‘til late so we can still go out to dinner…or if you’d like, come early, bring your fishing pole and we’ll see if we can catch a couple of those trout out of my pond. I’ll make you a nice dinner before heading to the party. You’ll probably want to bring a change of clothes after fishing – you know, for the party. Oh…and Julia said she’d pay you well.”
You mean, to wrestle her husband in front of everyone at the party?” I asked.
Yeah, I guess,” she said. “She didn’t say, but why else would she offer to pay you?”
“Is this supposed to be a sex fight or just a wrestling match?”
“C’mon Stevie,” she said. “Do you really not know what kind of party this is?”
The whole idea was titillating. After experiencing the most intense orgasms from humiliating losses, I had less fear of losing. In fact, losing may have been better than winning, but I am competitive, and I want to win Cory. I asked her, “The same deal goes? If I win, I get you – sometime after the match? We’ll have to put a time limit on it – like, within a couple weeks?”
“Yes, of course,” she said. “But if you lose, you’ll still have to wait. Know this Stevie…I want you too. I just have this thing. I’m not going to reward a loser…and…I love watching you pay the price, probably as much as I’d love to fuck you.” She paused. “Look at it this way. If you win and humiliate the other guy, we both win. I’ll get to watch you humiliate him, and I’ll have you. If you lose, you love the humiliation anyway. It’s a win/win.”
She was such a tease – making me wait, but she was right. It really was a win/win regardless of how things went. “How much will she pay?” I asked.
“I don’t know, but from what I’ve heard, she takes exceptional care of people she hires. She’s filthy rich.”
Far be it from me to turn down fishing, and regardless of the outcome, the party would likely be wild. There’s something uniquely exciting about being the center of attention in a humiliating, sexual situation. I’ve found I’m able to throw away all inhibitions when I’m left with no choice. For me, there is incredible eroticism in humiliating myself for a woman’s entertainment. That’s my turn-on. The idea of two men wrestling for sexual dominance in front of women feels degrading, yet exciting. Money simply added to the appeal. I said, “Okay.”
“You never know what might happen, Stevie. You might become a slave to multiple people there,” she said.
“How’s that?” I asked.
“I don’t know,” she said. “I just think it’s smart to avoid expectations. You will go as my slave. I’ll wear something very dom-like. You won’t.”
I tried not to let on, but I was getting excited. “A slave to multiple people?” I questioned.
“Maybe…if you lose, but who knows, maybe she won’t want you to wrestle at all. That’s what I mean. It might be best not to have expectations.”
I was excited…and afraid. That’s exactly what Cory intended.
I chuckled and said, “I’m not sure I can do this.”
Really?” she said. “Are you going to allow your inhibitions to get in the way of your wildest fantasies? I thought you were past all that. All I’m saying is, you never know what to expect. Have you ever been to a party like this before?”
I didn’t want her to know what a novice I was, but I couldn’t lie to her. “No,” I said meekly.
She laughed and said, “Who knows? I might end up as your slave. How would you like that? Just don’t have any expectations.”
“Alright,” I said. “Let’s give this a shot. Are we fly fishing?”
“That’s my preference,” she said.
Our plans were set.
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It was a warm, overcast afternoon. Cory was sitting on the steps of her deck when I arrived.
As I was getting out of my car, I hear, “Are ya ready to catch some trout?”
“Sure am,” I said.
“I was down there earlier and saw a few mayflies coming off the surface,” she says. “It was feeding time alright.”
There are footbridges across the creek, both upstream and downstream of the pond. The pond is maybe a couple of acres in size. From shore, we fished every likely spot, slowly working our way around the pond twice. We caught a few – nothing of any real size, but we had a blast. We kept three about 10 to 12 inches long for dinner.
Cory and I seem to have a kind of magical connection. We agree on most things, and where we don’t agree, it’s not important. I couldn’t ask for a better fishing buddy. When we walked back to the house she said, “Stevie…I had more fun fishing today than I’ve had with just about anyone…except, maybe my dad. I’m glad you chose fishing instead of going out for dinner. It was a perfect afternoon.”
Dinner was delicious, and the conversation never stopped.
We finished cleaning up and she said, “I want to take a shower before heading to the party. C’mon.”
We headed to her bathroom, stripped down, and got into her large, slate-tiled shower. There was no hiding it. I get hard just looking at her.
She said, “I’ll wash you.”
We washed each other. The slippery soap intensified the sensations. I think we would have cum at the same time, but she stopped and said, “I just wanted to make sure you’re ready for the party. Let’s get dressed and head over there. It’s only about 20 minutes from here. At the tee where you take a left to come to my place, you’d take a right instead – where the mountains curve around the city. What are you wearing?”
I said, “I have a golf shirt, shorts, flip-flops, and a bright green G-string underneath.”
She headed into the bedroom and I followed.
She said, “Perfect, except ditch the golf shirt and shorts. I have a tank top you’ll wear.”
“Yes mam,” I said.
Cory went into her closet and came back with a faded, old black tank top. It was worn around the edges and looked like it should have been thrown out long ago. She had a leather tote bag in her other hand. Cory threw the tank top on the bed and said, “You’ll change here. It’ll take me a little longer to get ready so when you’re done, help yourself to another beer if you like. It’s in the fridge.” She went back into the bathroom and closed the door.
I put on my G-string and battled to stretch on the tank-top which was way too small. It must’ve been an old one of hers. I put on my flip-flops and headed for the kitchen.
My goodness! There was that spectacular view of the city spread across the valley below. I grabbed a beer and got lost for a while. I know the city pretty well so I was tracing the main streets, trying to figure out what streets they were from my distant view.
“You ready to go?” I hear from behind me.
I turned around and for a split second, I thought I was looking at a different woman. Her short hair was slicked back. She had heavy eye makeup with deep red lips. She was wearing a short, mesh, sleeveless dress with a crisscross, leather teddy underneath – and of course, leather thigh-high spikes. My eyes blanketed every inch of her. I could make out her nipples through the mesh.
My jaw dropped. I almost dropped my beer. Every time I’d seen her before, she wore little or no make-up and her hair was free and easy. It’s my favored look, but this, this was completely unexpected. She took my breath away.
“You look magnificent,” I said with a shaky voice while trying to catch my breath. I looked like shit next to her. “Why did you want me to wear this?” I asked.
“I told you. I’m the Dom. You’re my slave. Your clothes were too nice for a slave. A slave shouldn’t look like he just came from the country club. What you’re wearing now works better.”
I couldn’t argue. Certainly, I felt inferior to her.
“You’re driving,” she said.
She ran into the bedroom and grabbed the tote bag, came out, and said, “All set.” I grabbed my keys and my wallet and we headed out.
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On the drive over, it felt like Cory and I were just an everyday couple on their way to a party. There was no dom/sub thing going on. Despite our attire and the fact that we both had a good idea of what lie ahead, we talked and laughed much like we did throughout the afternoon and early evening. I’m comfortable doing anything with Cory. That’s part of why I’m so attracted to her.
She did warn me, however, “It’s likely you’ll see at least a couple of women you saw at the club, and they may be there with their husbands or boyfriends. Even though most of the men likely know about the club, you don’t know if or what they know, so discretion is paramount in our business. Some men may not like it if you recognize their partner, so don’t say anything unless they bring it up.”
“Got it.”
The gated driveway had security protection. Cory got out, walked over to a camera, and identified herself. The gates opened and we drove in.
The well-lit, paved driveway wound through the woods for at least a quarter-mile. It finally opened up to reveal a magnificent log and stone home, reminiscent of the Tenaya Lodge at Yosemite. It was lit up like a Christmas tree. There was plenty of room for parking. Based on the sheer extravagance of the place, I kind of expected a valet.
“I can’t believe this place!” I exclaimed. “Man, do I feel out of place!”
“Yeah, wow,” Cory said. “I knew she was filthy rich, but I had no idea…”
When we got out of the car, Cory’s demeanor changed. She said, “Alright slave, come here.” I walked over to her. She put a leather collar around my neck and attached a leash. She ran her hand over my cock a couple of times and said, “You’re my slave now. You will address me as Mistress Cory.” Then she grabbed her tote bag and turned toward the house. “C’mon slave Stevie. We’re going to a party.”
The suddenness of my new situation was powerful. As Cory’s slave, I was about to enter a party that was all about sex. I had no clue how this was going to play out. The level of wealth was intimidating – way out of my league. I wondered how much Julia would pay me, and what I’d have to do for it. I was afraid, but I was also anxious and excited. I didn’t say a word. I simply walked in tow behind Cory.
As we crossed the parking lot toward the door, I had a spectacular view of Cory from behind. She was my fantasy in every way. This petite, gorgeous dynamo was my boss-lady. Regardless of the circumstances, her body, her face, her demeanor, everything about her made her a goddess in my mind. She was my dom alright. I had no problem with that.
I felt myself shifting into a different mode – partly for her, and partly for myself. Tonight, I would be her subordinate and subject to all her whims. I’d have to do whatever she wanted. I wouldn’t be allowed to make choices, and I knew I would have to give it all up for her at some point. I was afraid, but fear elevated my excitement.
A well-built, shirtless young man, wearing tight denim shorts and a bowtie held the door for us and welcomed us to the party. He said, “Good evening Mistress Cory.”
“Good evening Dom,” Cory replied.
Cory said, “Dom, I’d like you to meet my slave, Stevie. Stevie, this is Dom – short for Dominic. Dom works at the club.”
Dom said, “Yes, I remember you. It’s nice to meet you.”
I really didn’t remember Dom. There were too many other things going on. “It’s nice to meet you too Dom.”
Dom asked, “May I check your bag Mistress?”
Cory said, “Yes please.”
“I’ll keep it in a safe place,” Dom said in a reassuring tone.
Cory responded, “I know you will, thank you.”
Cory asked me for my keys and my wallet and I handed them to her. She put them in the tote and handed it to Dom.
We entered a huge room. Giant log timbers supported a high, paneled, cathedral ceiling. A mammoth, stone fireplace around the corner from where we entered was the focal point of the rustic, mountain theme. Even the bar, approximately forty feet in length, was made of fieldstone with a large, single, six-inch slab of wood for the top. Similar to Cory’s place, one outer wall was all windows with a view of the city in the valley far below. There were sound-deadening panels high on the walls and ceiling so the room had a little echo. Light jazz was playing through the sound system at the perfect volume. About twenty people were there when we arrived, yet the room felt empty due to its sheer size.
I saw Julia walking toward us wearing a black corset and accompanying G-string. The corset cups pushed her breasts up and barely covered her nipples. Knee-high spikes and elbow-length gloves added the finishing touches. She looked elegant…but intimidating. She came over and welcomed us.
Julia turned toward me, grabbed my ass with one hand and my collar with the other, and said, “Tonight, I own you.”
Cory seemed to bristle a little saying, “He’s my slave, Julia.”
“I know Cory,” Julia replied. “You can get drinks, vapes and edibles at the bar.” Julia turned away like we no longer existed and went off to greet new arrivals.
That was intimidating. I felt shivers of fear run through my entire body when she did that. I asked Cory, “Are you sure we’ll be alright?”
Cory seemed a little miffed. She pulled on my leash and headed toward the bar. “We’ll be fine. Let’s get a drink and get high.”
There was a wrestling mat at one end of the room. Scattered on the mat were a handful of low tables for drinks. Two couples were lying on one side of the mat – talking, touching, kissing. In one corner, two guys wearing boxers were lying side-by-side and caressing each other. Just off the mat at the far end, there was a free-standing X-rack and a strange, rectangular bondage frame about ten feet tall. I’d never seen anything like that before. It struck me how extreme this might become.
We got to the bar where there were two muscular bartenders dressed like the doorman. Cory ordered our drinks, grabbed a vape pen, and we began to mingle with some of the other guests.
Occasionally, someone would walk past and cop a feel, always of me and never Cory. I thought Cory might get pissed, but she’d smile at them as if they had every right to touch me. She told me, “Just let them, but you can’t touch them back without my permission. You’re just a slave. Everyone here will treat you as such.” There was an uncomfortable pause as Cory stared at me. “What?” she asked impatiently. I didn’t know what to say. “When I tell you something, you will respond, ”Yes Mistress Cory.”
“Okay…uh, yes Mistress Cory.”
I slowly became acclimated to my new role. It was humiliating but exciting, being felt up by strangers in front of other people. My dick revealed my excitement. It was mostly women who wanted to touch me, but a couple of guys grabbed a handful too. I wasn’t the only one being felt up. Apparently, people were free to touch each other…except for the doms I guess.
A stunning, young, dark-haired man, wearing black silk boxers came over and introduced himself. “Hi, I’m Luca Bortolini – Julia’s husband. How are you guys doing?”
“We’re doing great, thank you,” was Cory’s response.
He looked at Cory and asked, “Have I seen you before?”
Cory introduced Luca and me. Then she said, “I saw you wrestle at the club.”
“Ahh yes, I remember you now. I knew I’d seen you before but I couldn’t place where. You look beautiful tonight mistress.”
He stepped close to me and began feeling my semi-hard cock. Cory said to me, “Let him do what he wants. I like watching.”
Luca looked me in the eye and said, “Julia told me about you.” Then he backed off. “It’s a pleasure to meet you both. Is there anything I can get for you?”
“No thank you, Luca,” Cory said. “We’re getting to know people. We’re close to the bar and enjoying the visions. We’re doing great.”
“Well…let me know if you need anything.” He then went off to mingle with others.
There was a level of fear that came over me when Luca was feeling me up, but Cory liked it. That was exciting.
“So, he’s the one I’m supposed to wrestle?” I asked.
“Maybe…but I told you not to have expectations,” Cory replied.
As we mingled with people, we had a couple of drinks and a couple of hits off the pen. The effects of the pot and alcohol were kicking in and my fears were waning. Everyone was relaxed, yet the sexual tension was mounting.
People kept flowing in. There were already at least forty or fifty people there. This was turning out to be a big party. The faces and body types were wide-ranging, as was the variety of dress (undress), from hard-core leather and angelic silks to nude. The overall scenery was eye-pleasing with a disproportionate number of people who ranged from attractive to stunning. I looked around and noticed a few other slave/dom couples. Men and women in the dom role and at least three couples were same-sex.
Some embarrassment set in when I noticed Margot, who beat me in my first wrestling match at the club. She was leading her naked slave, Charlie by a leash into the room. Cory made me suck Charlie’s cock after my defeat to her at the club. Charlie is a good-looking, well-built young man. He also works at the club as a waiter. That was the first time I ever had a man’s cock in my mouth. In fact, I’d never touched another man’s cock prior to that event. On occasion, when I’m alone and feeling extremely lustful and depraved while masturbating, I fantasize about women making me suck cock, but what I did with Charlie was far beyond the pale to even consider up until my loss to Cory. She made me do it.
I don’t think Margot or Clay noticed us, and I wasn’t anxious to make contact.
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The party was heating up. A man and a woman had begun getting it on doggie style, on a small mat right in the middle of the room. His arms were wrapped around her from behind – one hand on her clit and the other feeling her large, swaying breasts as he rubbed his bare cock over her bare ass. It was clear how they felt about being the center of attention. Their wide-eyed expressions as they watched people watching them told the whole story. She reached back between her legs to fondle his balls. I imagined what it might be like to be him, free of inhibitions in front of everyone.
This was a group of super-rich people having an orgy like I’d only ever seen in porn movies. My cock had been hard much of the time. I started to rub myself, but Cory would have none of it. She said, “You don’t touch yourself unless I tell you to.”
“Yes, Mistress Cory.”
I occasionally took note of Julia, flitting around, talking with guests, and playing with slaves. At one point, she just stood there with a smile on her face as she looked around at people in the beginning stages of erotic fulfillment. I looked around too. I wanted to absorb all I could as I anticipated what was to come. I looked back Julia’s way and she was headed in our direction.
Julia ignored Cory as she approached. The cups that had been hiding her breasts were gone. She had perky, medium-sized breasts. Even in her dom attire, she looked like money. She came straight to me, grabbed my leash, and nearly yanked it out of Cory’s hand.
Cory said, “Julia, I told you.”
“Told me what?” Julia retorted.
Cory was obviously pissed. “I told you, he’s my fucking slave.”
Julia began feeling my cock and gyrating to the music. “I know what you told me Cory, but he really should be mine.”
Julia made it obvious that she wanted me as she enticed me with her dance, and she was letting Cory know about it in no uncertain terms.
Julia behaved as though Cory’s opinion didn’t matter. Her aggression was exciting and a boost to my ego, but she was creating what I thought was unnecessary tension. I really didn’t want to be Julia’s slave, though she was behaving in a tempting manner. Under any other circumstances, her aggression would have been difficult for me to resist, but I was comfortable with Cory as my dom. I knew what Cory liked and what she expected from me. I wondered if I was destined to become Julia’s slave, what her demands might be, and if it might be a condition for me getting paid.
“He’s not yours, Julia!” Cory yelled. “Go find some other slave!”
People who were in the vicinity began watching as things became louder.
Julia kept her cool. “Well…I’ll just buy him from you then. Slaves are to be bought and sold. How much would you like for him?”
Cory became angry, probably over Julia’s arrogance more than anything. “He’s not for sale!” she snapped.
This was getting ugly. I thought, if this goes much further, we might get kicked out.
“Oh, c’mon Cory…surely we can come to some sort of agreement. How much do you want for him?” Julia asked calmly.
“Who the fuck do you think you are?” Cory yelled. “You think you can just buy anything you want? He’s not for fucking sale! Now back off!”
Everyone was watching now and the room became eerily silent.
Julia’s expression changed. She appeared angry – her look, scowling and mean. She grabbed my leash, yanked it out of Cory’s hand, and turned to walk away with me in tow. Cory quickly grabbed the leash and yanked it back. When Julia whipped around, Cory gave her a hard shove backward, nearly causing Julia to fall.
Julia remained calm saying, “After I get done with you, you’ll both be my slaves.”
Cory yelled back, “He’s my fucking slave Julia! That’s not gonna change. You’re being a cunt!”
Holy shit! I thought. The night was just beginning and Cory is calling out the hostess. This can’t be good.
Cory dropped my leash and lunged toward Julia. Luca quickly stepped between them and said, “Please, if you’re going to do this, do it on the mat.”
Julia and Cory immediately headed toward the mat. Julia took off her gloves. Guests removed all the little tables. Luca stood between them the whole way. When they got to the edge of the mat, Luca said. “You’d better take off those boots.”
They removed their boots and stepped into the middle of the mat with Luca still between them.
Cocked and ready to tear into Cory, Julia yelled, “You shouldn’t have challenged me bitch.” Then she yelled at Luca. “Get the fuck out of my way!”
Cory yelled back, “Fuck you!”
Julia was a solid ten pounds heavier than Cory, but Cory’s a trained, martial artist. Cory handily beat me. Julia would be no match for her. I wondered what Cory would do when she won.
Continued in chapter 2
