Some of the jobbers are masochists. It certainly helps them last longer if they get turned on by the beatdown, but not all of them do. The audience do...s love watching a pain-slut getting off on getting demolished in the ring, but there is definitely a demand amongst viewers for girls who aren’t enjoying themselves. Many of them are in it for the paycheck at the end, or are there with other motivations.The fighters are celebrated, and well-paid and looked after by the UWFL, but the jobbers are. I'm tightening my thighs together, feeling the froth of my own juices oozing out between my lips and soaking the cotton even more. If you could see me now, you'd like how I'm writhing against my own fingers, hips beginning to raise, and the pink shadow of my hand sticking to the wet whiteness of my knickers. If you were between my legs, you'd smell my scent rising in the air, a moist incense that wants your face buried in my pussy.I want to feel your tongue tip lick the length of my slit over. I reach to the other side of the bed and produce a couple of silky neck ties. The sight makes your heart skip a beat. Quickly I use one to blindfold you with. The sensation is rather stimulating. I move to help you off and to one side of me. We're both kneeling on the bed and I slowly help you out of that night gown. You hear a suttle moan and know I approve of your days purchase. I gently help you lay down across the bed getting you comfortable then begin to apply the massage oil in my. It was the same one her Mistress had been wearing the night she was collared:"SlaveIf found unattended, call this number and have your way with her until pickup."He fastens it around her throat, then sets about binding her wrists and ankles to stakes set in the ground, chaining her securely spread-eagled in the moonlight."Master?" she asks with a tremulous voice, earning another vicious lash between her legs, making her writhe helplessly in her bonds, thighs straining uselessly to protect her.