Minerva vs Sig II

They were still in a match, but in no way had it been a competitive contest. Minerva had thoroughly dominated Sig from the outset, to the point that she had the blonde literally begging for permission to cum.

“Yes you may, my pet.” Minerva said, before proceeding to intensify her rubbing to push Sig over the edge for the third time in this match.

"Mmmhh..... Mmhhhh...! Aaahhammm...!" Sig came almost immediately after Minerva gave her permission, her lower half wriggled and bucked off a bit to the point it almost looked as if she's trying to hump the foot of her mistress.

The blonde writhed until her orgasm subsided and some more afterwards, panting on the mat with a silly look on her face. Her legs were about to flop anytime the raven haired beauty let her go, her body being quite drained after the latest climax.

"Oohhh... m-mistress... mmm..."

Minerva continued to rub against the blonde’s sex all the way through her orgasm, stopping only once it had subsided. She grinned down at the exhausted girl, let go of her legs, then wiped Sig’s juices off of her foot using the German’s own leg.

On top of controlling her pet from a pure wrestling aspect, she’d brought Sig to three climaxes now. Physically and sexually Minerva had thoroughly dominated her. Not one person in the building doubted who the winner of this match was. At this point a pin was just a formality, but one Minerva finally decided to get out of the way.

Moving to stand by Sig’s prone form, she raised her foot up again, and this time rested it right on the blonde’s face, then looked at the ref and said, “Count.” Without a moment of hesitation, the ref dropped down to strike the mat and did exactly as told.

“One...! Two...!”

Sig panted heavily after her third orgasm, only whimpering slightly as Minerva rubbed her cum stained foot on her legs. The towering figure of her mistress kept her on a somewhat excited level despite her exhaustion, but it seemed that the raven haired beauty was going to conclude things now. Minerva put a foot on her face and ordered the ref to count what barely passed as a pin on a normal situation. Sig was already drained from her ordeal, though, and the three counts went as quick as a blink of an eye for her.

"Three...!"

The three count went by without even a slight hint of resistance from the downed blonde. The bell rang, and Minerva kept her foot on Sig’s face just for good measure while the ref raised her hand in victory.

After a few moments the Dane finally stepped off her pet’s cute face, and looked down at her. “Well, I’d say that was quite a bit of fun. Wouldn’t you agree?” she said, nudging Sig’s cheek with her toe. “When you can move again, come meet me backstage.”

And with that she walked out of the ring and headed back up the aisle to the backstage area, where she expected Sig to come find her shortly. Or at least, however long it took her to regain sufficiently proper use of her legs.