I had a dream once where my Mommydom was a wrestler. This isn't quite that dream. I mentioned I wanted to write a story where Mommy was a professional wrestler, and she said that she used to love WWF, (I know it's WWE but WWF is a better name imo) so she gave it her approval. I probably will revisit this concept.
everyone in this story is 18 or older
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I had always wanted to be a wrestler. I watched wrestling religiously, I had wrestling action figures, and it was the main reason I started lifting weights. But now that Mommy had adopted me, I wasn't allowed to pursue that dream. She was running a wrestling school called the Amazon Dojo, and men were forbidden from entering... except me.
"You're just a baby." Mommy would explain. "Now you just stay in your playpen and be a good boy."
Eventually, I'd become more and more jealous as I watched Mommy train her students. They were living one of my dreams so close to me, but I wasn't allowed to participate. Then one day, one of Mommy's students noticed my frustration. Her name was Kylie, and she was one of Mommy's star pupils. She was a petite brunette with wide hips who could move exceptionally fast and possessed great technical wrestling. Her gear helped show off her curves, which probably gave her bonus points with Mommy. She wore a green spandex singlet with white boots and knee pads when she wrestled.
"I can tell how much you love wrestling. It must be tough to sit there and only be able to watch." She told me.
"Yeah it's hard sometimes." I sighed. "That's how Mommy wants it I guess."
"You know when your Mommy is out competing I can offer to babysit, and bring you here so I could train you." Kylie offered with a kind smile.
I would accept her offer enthusiastically. The prospect of learning to wrestle was all I could think of for so long, and what would happen if Mommy caught me disobeying her never crossed my mind. However, I didn't know I was making such a terrible mistake.
Over the next few weeks, Mommy would have to compete on shows, and like she said she would, Kylie volunteered to babysit. We'd sneak into the Amazon dojo, and Kylie would teach me the basics. Having watched so much training, I felt like I was rather adept, and it wouldn't be too long before I would be competing.
Then one night, when Kylie was going to teach me more advanced techniques, Mommy walked into the dojo. She was wearing her gear, yellow spandex and red boots, but looked completely fresh.
"Sam? What are you doing here?" Kylie asked as her teeth chattered.
"My opponent wasn't much of a challenge." Mommy answered glaring at her student as she approached the ring. "Why are you in the ring with my Linus?"
"We're just playing." Kylie giggled nervously. "Nothing to worry about."
Mommy would step up onto the ring apron and step through the ropes. "You know I don't want him wrestling." She said as she approached Kylie. "You go to your playpen Linus. I'll deal with you later."
I quickly did as Mommy said, and sat down. I didn't want to look on at what was about to happen in the ring, but for some reason I couldn't look away. Mommy whipped Kylie into the corner and started chopping and kicking her.
"I'm sorry." Kylie whimpered as Mommy continued her onslaught.
Upon hearing Kylie's plea, Mommy was silent. All she did was scoop Kylie up and slam her back down in the center of the ring. It was a hard slam that reverberated throughout the building. However Mommy wasn't finished, she applied a sleeper hold.
"Please. No more." Kylie gasped. "I'll never do it again."
"Oh I'll make sure of that." Mommy replied with a sadistic laugh before wrapping her legs around Kylie's hips.
