Backstage after the main event, Chelsea Green caught sight of her trembling fan in the shadows, his frilly outfit marking him instantly as the sissy he'd confessed to being online. She sauntered over, hips swaying with championship swagger. "Look at you, all dolled up like my personal toy. Think you can handle the real Chelsea Green, or are you just here to drool?"
The fan blushed but fired back, "I've watched every match, Chelsea. I'd do anything to get close." She laughed sharply, stepping closer until her breath tickled his ear. "Anything? Then drop the act and show me that hard little cock you're hiding. My pussy's already wet thinking about turning you into my dripping mess."
They slipped into her private locker room where the air thickened with heat. Chelsea stripped off her gear with deliberate flair, strapping on her harness while he panted nervously. "On your knees, sissy. Give my strap a proper blowjob first—show some respect before I claim that ass." He obeyed, tongue working eagerly as she gripped his hair, her witty taunts echoing: "That's it, take it deeper. You're already horny enough to beg, aren't you?"
She flipped him onto all fours, the strap-on slick and ready. "This ass is mine tonight," she growled, thrusting in with powerful rhythm while her hand stroked his throbbing cock. He moaned, sweating under her control as she pounded harder, her own body glistening. "Feel that? Your sissy hole is gripping me so tight—cum for me, but don't you dare finish until I say."
Their bodies moved in sync, her strong grip never faltering as she drove him to the edge. He came hard, cum spilling across the floor while she kept pegging through his spasms, her pussy dripping with satisfaction. Panting, she pulled back with a victorious smirk. "Not bad for round one, but next time I'm bringing the full arsenal."
Little did he know, this was merely the opening pinfall in her long-term domination.
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