Ronda Rousey nervously adjusted the painting in her large hall one more time. It's wasn't squint but it gave her something to do and wasted another five seconds of this time that was passing so slowly. The 29 year old glanced up at her ornate hanging clock (paid for by one of her early UFC victories) and groaned as she saw the second hand hit exactly for eight o'clock and then heard a vehicle crunch up the gravel drive in front of her home. She had known the bitch wouldn't be late this time. She cursed under her breath and dropped slowly to her knees as she heard footsteps ascending her steps at the door. Her bare knees complained at the cold marble of the hallway and the rest of her naked body turned to goose flesh at the draught that she felt at this level as she began to crawl toward the door. She cursed again as the thick leather dog collar and chain got in her way as she moved and she flicked the chain up and onto her bare back, wincing as the cold metal landed.
She hated this. Why couldn't she have won? Failing that what had she been so fucking confident of winning that she had kept up her little game of making 'private' side bets with her opponents.
It had been such thrilling fun previously, with stipulations and forfeits agreed before the fights she had enjoyed her losing opponents demeaning and humiliating themselves for her amusement after despatching them in the octagon. And Holly Holm had taken the bet as well, she had to really, otherwise you were giving your opponent a mental advantage, admitting that you weren't certain you would win. And with it being such a high profile fight with so much at stake Ronda had upped the stakes accordingly.
And then she had lost. Humiliatingly, comprehensively, publicly she had lost to her older opponent that she had been running down in the build up.
Ronda could have just not done the forfeit. Legally there was nothing to it, same as those other losers didn't have to do their forfeits for Ronda. But they had. And she would. If it got out that she hadn't kept her word, that her word was worth nothing then she might as well give up the game. And maybe there was a part of her that felt she should do it as punishment for losing to drive her on to win the next time. No, there was nothing forcing her to do this but herself, didn't mean she liked crawling towards the door like a dog and opening it on her knees submissively as Holm stood at the threshold waiting.
"Well, would you look at that! Seems the bitch is house trained! Who'd have thought it! Good to see you've found your proper position in life Ronda, and you'll be used to being at my feet won't you?"
The reference to her knockout in the octagon probably hurt and embarrassed Ronda more than her coming five forfeits would. Five? Yes, that was the deal Rhonda, as Champion, had supplied five things the loser of the bout would have to do (or have done to her) one month after the fight. Both women had agreed to the forfeits and given their word to honouring them. Now was the time to do so, it burned Ronda that for the first time since she had done it she was on the wrong end of it. And it surely felt like the wrong end, knowing what was coming up on top of kneeling here submissively before the woman who had dominated her in a live fight on PPV, for a proud warrior like Rousey it was very damaging to her self worth and psyche.
FORFEIT #1 - FOOT WORSHIP
Knowing what was coming and given her position near the ground Ronda could not help but sneak a peek at her conqueror's footwear. Holly Holm was wearing a really slutty pair of high heeled black shoes.
"We might as well get started bitch, lick them all over!"
So this then was Ronda's final moment of truth. She guessed she could still shove Holly out the door, lock it and forget all about this but her competitive spirit would not allow her, she would never be able to look herself or any of her rivals in the face again. Besides, even just kneeling here naked wearing the dog collar as per the bet was symbol enough - she would do it, she would do it all.
And so Ronda Rousey leaned forward, extended her tongue and began to lick tentatively at her rival's patent leather shoes. Timidly running her tongue around the toe area and up the sides. Holly stood over her fighting (and losing) to hide the mockery in her voice.
"That's it doggy you clean them all the way round, I want the soles done next and finally the heels, you'll take them down your whore throat like all those cock's you sucked to get where you are!"
Ronda bristled at that comment but did not deviate from her forfeit. Waiting as Holly lifted her foot to lick at the underside of the shoes then taking the long heel in her mouth and sucking on it. Ronda felt so weak and pathetic kneeling there doing that and in that moment got a further insight into how the many women she had humiliated had felt while she had demeaned them. Strangely though, Ronda felt a little aroused by it all. Maybe it was the loss of control, maybe it was the humiliation but something about this was slowly turning her on.
Holly then slowly drew her heel from Ronda's lips and kicked off her shoes so she was in her bare feet.
"Open up now champ! Oops, sorry you're not champ any more are you bitch?"
With that insult given Ronda opened her mouth and Holly pushed her left foot right in, fitting all five toes in there.
