~This story is purely the work of my imagination, and is no way to be taken for fact!~
It had been almost 6 months after I started wrestling in the WWF as 'Mistress Blue' before I got tired of that persona. Yeah, it was nice walking to the ring with a whip in my hand, flowing blue crushed velvet robe over my lacy, dark blue body suit, 'spanking' my opponent after I won a match, but you can only do that to the same 6 women so many times before it gets old. I still hadn't been able to talk my boyfriend, Kevin Nash, into wrestling with me, or being my manager, even though I had won the Women's Championship title-still no luck without Scott. He did start accompanying me to main events though, which was a nice, especially since HHH had come back to the ring finally!
Vince (MacMahon) had told me that a new kid was coming into the sport and needed a gimmick, so agreed to take him on as my 'slave,' with the assurance that I would only have to do this for a few more months until the kid established himself, and since this was a Pay-Per-View event, I figured why not. Besides, Hunter would be escorting me to the ring as well, much to the chagrin of Vince's daughter Stephanie, Hunter's wife. Most people didn't know that the two were having problems at home, but Vince decided to capitalize it for the fans. I was totally for that part of it; I had hated the slut as soon as we met, and no love would be lost by the new script. We hadn't met the kid yet, but Vince told us that he wanted him to be nervous and in awe like a 'slave' should be. Neither of us wanted to know how Vince knew how a good slave acted, so we didn't ask. Hunter left the office before Vince divulged the information, and I changed the subject.
"OK, Vince" I told him with a twinkle in my eye "I admit the thought of whipping some young stud in front of a million people has a certain appeal to it" I knew as soon as I said it that Vince would make more out of it than need be, and judging by the growing bulge in his pants, I was right. "How about an old veteran in front of no one?" he growled, shifting in his chair. Most of the sluts in the WWF would have jumped at the chance to 'please' their boss; I just laughed at him and replied "How about you bent over that desk there with Sexy's foot up your old, wrinkled ass" I left him speechless, mouth agape and staring as I walked out of his office; I wasn't about to stick around to find out if he took that as a counter offer.
Kevin was in the hall waiting on me and talking to Hunter. They both looked puzzled by the amused look on my face and asked in unison: "What's that look for?" I laughed out loud and answered them "I just made Vince an offer he may talk to you about later, Sexy man" Kevin looked at me quizzically, but Hunter snickered under his breath; I guess Hunter had an idea about what that offer was. Hunter told Kevin not to ask until Vince brought it ... up. I dunno if Kevin got the joke, but he changed the subject.
"It's almost your birthday, isn't it, Hunter?" Kevin leaned to whisper in Hunter's ear, letting his tongue flick across the lobe. A flush of red spread across Hunter's face, and he stepped away from Kevin and I, hoping that no one saw what Kevin had just done to him. Laughing, Kevin pulled me to him and kissed me on the neck, whispering just out of Hunter's earshot. "You have everything ready, Baby?" he asked me, pressing his body close to mine. I told him that it was all planned out, down to the very last detail. Kevin ran his hand up between my thighs to find that my body suit was soaked from my juices. A delighted smile crossed his lips, and he brought his strong hand up to them to taste me; I leaned up and licked the back of his hand, letting my tongue graze his as we cleaned his fingers.
"Time for the match, Mistress" Hunter's voice broke our hold. Kevin gave me a quick good luck kiss and Hunter a good luck swat on the ass as he strolled into the lounge to watch our match. Just as Hunter was walking into the locker room to get my 'slave,' the young man stepped out the door. He was roughly 6'0" tall, lean and muscular, his cock resting precariously in his short tights. He had a spiked choker around his neck with a long leash trailing down from the middle. Hunter and I both stared at him until his nervousness broke our visual rape of him. "Um, hi," he started with a shaky voice, his eyes roaming between me and Hunter. "My name is Serj... I-I guess I am your...er.. slave" he choked on the words, not knowing how to address himself. Hunter held his laughter in as best he could, but I let it all out, laughing right in the man's face.