TOPLESS BOXING IN MILANStory by: KOPUNCHES & DREBIN885🥊👣🥊Hi, I introduce myself: my name’s Gina, 37 years old, athletic body, chest size S, crimson hair, stripper, wrestler and topless boxer in many famous clubs in Milan and what I’m about to tell you it’s a true story that I personally experienced.In a certain night, I was in a well-known disco and I was fighting a catfighting match against another girl working in the same business named Anita; after winning the match, the owner of the place, a guy named Massimo, gets closer and tells me: “ there’s a man over there who’d like to talk to you, gina”.“Must be another nagger who wants to propose something shady, I’m dealing with him in a flash”, I replied.But Massimo wasn’t agreeing with me and insisted: “I don’t think so, he looks serious business…”“Ok, let’s meet up with him.” I finally accepted.“I made him sit in the reserved area of the club” he explained.Massimo accompanied me in the private room where a well-dressed blonde man, about 50 years old was waiting for me. As soon as he saw me, he introduced himself and handed me his business card, from which I inferred he was a lawyer. The man invited me to take a seat and took out an envelope; I was already starting to get pissed and I almost snapped at him: “I think there’s been a misunderstanding, because I don’t do THAT kind of job, sorry”; but as soon as I was trying to leave, he stopped me while saying: “wait, you’re having the wrong idea, because I’m not here for a sexual intercourse with you…”“Then, what is that you want?” I asked him with a stern voice.“I saw your match earlier and I’m in awe, you’re very good, really” he said.“Well, thank you. Can you get to the point, though? I’m kind of in a hurry” I tried to speed up the conversation with the same annoyed voice.“I know for certain that you also participate in topless boxing fight, right?” He started.“Yeah, so what?” I replied.“Miss, I’d like to hire for a topless boxing match” and he opened the envelope that contained a bunch of 100€ bills, about 1000-1500€ in total; I took a good look at the money and then straight into the man’s eyes and said: “it’s an interesting proposal indeed, but I don’t fight against men, sorry” and once again tried to take my leave.The man once again stopped me and said: “you’re wrong again, I’d like you to fight against another woman, of course!”“Oh, really…”I replied with less anxiety. Still keeping my guard up, I asked for more details: “and who am I going to fight against?”The man looked at me and started explaining: “here’s the deal: 1500€ now and another 1500€ after the match; it’ll be held in my house within a week”“Ok, but who’s going to be my opponent?” I insisted.The man finally spilled the beans: “you’re going to fight against my wife”.Hearing that almost made choke out with the drink I was sipping and after regaining some composure I replied: “Are you crazy?!?! Against our own wife?!? What kind of deal is that, uh?!” He started explaining: “Hear me out, miss; the idea actually came from her, my wife. You know, she’s always been in love with combat sports and trained a lot to keep herself fit, but, due to our high rank social status, she could never attend to a common gym. So, as a present for our wedding anniversary, she asked me to organize a private match at our estate. I knew that such proposal might’ve caused a negative response from you, but I’m willing to raise your compensation up to 2000€ now and another 2000€ after the fight; please, accept”.I started thinking: 4000€ for a single match were indeed a very good deal and also the prospect of bashing the face of a rich whore was very appealing, so, in the end, I accepted: “ok, it’s a deal. I’ll be at your place next week”.The guy enthusiastically replied: “thank you very much. I should warn you though: my wife is pretty strong, so I advise that you train a lot”.“Don’t worry”. I simply answered, looking forward to smash that bitch’s social status in to pieces.Before leaving, the lawyer handed me their address along with 2000€ cash and a paper with the rules for the match: the boxers would wear standard boxing gloves and a thong, they’d been topless and barefoot; 2 minutes rounds until a k.o. is scored by either of the fighters; the defeated must submit to the winner and beg for mercy while been humiliated.“This is going to be fun…” I thought while parting away with the man looking forward to next week.A week later I reached the estate at the provided address and after parking my car an collecting my gear I reached the front door, adrenaline levels increasing at each step needed to climb the stairs to the door; but it wasn’t due to anxiety rather than excitement and self-confidence in my physical prowess. I ring the bell and the lawyer himself welcomed me: “Good evening, dear: we were eagerly waiting for your arrival”.“Dickhead, you’re going to see how bad I’m beating your wife soon!” was my thought, but I actually just replied with a nod.He made way in the ample salon full of expensive-looking furniture and took my into another wide room when I finally got to see the “lady”, a 40 year old woman with a nice body, just a bit chubby on the abdomen but with a huge chest ( at least a M size), black hair tightly braided in a ponytail. She wassitting on a sofa barefoot, wearing a tank-top that underlined her curves and, from what I could guess, a thong. “Already prepared to fight, the bitch” I thought.“She’s going to be your opponent, my dear; her name’s Gina” the man introduced me to his wife as she directed her hand towards me in a prideful manner, maybe expecting me to kiss it: “I’m Tania, it’s a pleasure”, but the handshake revealed our true feelings, as our eyes met with hatred already burning wildly.“We’re going to fight in our main all, on some mattresses, since the ring we ordered has yet to be delivered” she started explaining as I nodded in response “my husband will take you into a room where you can change and in ten minutes we shall meet in the hall…. And try to stay on your feet for at least a couple of round, wench!”Hearing that made me want to go at her that same instant, but I kept my cool, knowing that soon that I was going to make her pay dearly.Before leaving, the woman stopped me by grabbing my arm and said: “I know my husband hired you just to fight, but I want something more…”“And what it would be?” I asked as I shoved her hand away.“The loser will be the winner’s slave, who may ask anything out of her for a week; you know, our maid recently lef and it’s so hard to find good servants nowadays…” she said with a smirk.“I’m in!” was my answer, already picturing the bitch naked and wearing just an apron…“Over here” her husband, and referee for the upcoming bout, told me as he accompanied me to a bedroom where I started taking my clothes off; only wearing a thong, white for the occasion, I slipped on my red boxing gloves and started shadowboxing a little to warm up until the man came back to escort me to the main hall.As we arrived in the salon, I noticed a bunch of mattress placed on the floor forming a square shape and all the furniture moved to the sides of the vast room; I stepped on the “ring”, waiting for my opponent.“Tania should be here soon…” the husband said to me.“Only to get her face caved in” I replied, but only in m mind, as she finally entered the room with the same earlier attire, tank top, black thong and bare feet.,,, As the referee signaled to start fighting, I cautiously approached my opponent, keeping my guard up to avoid any nasty surprises, while Tania came out aggressively swinging violent punches aimed to my face that only actually hit my gloves.I let her set the rhythm of the fight for the moment, in order to ascertain her skills and athleticism while we circled each other many times, with me parrying or blocking all her attacks and countering with overall soft hits. I scored some weak jabs to nose that still managed to make my opponent’s head snap backwards and to make her more and more nervous, allowing me to play with her.“Come here, bitch! Stop running away” she snapped at me with anger getting close and hitting me a couple of times in the abdomen and a straight punch to the face, which I easily tanked showing her that it was nothing. Towards the end of the round, I sped things up a little by feinting a couple of times only to blast the woman’s sides with rapid punches: while managing to block the first, the second hit its target, making her groan in pain and allowing me to understand that her body couldn’t handle much pressure and that she wasn’t much experienced in actual fighting.The lady, with cheeks flushing red, became even more enraged and before the bell ring, she tried to hit more with punches that I blocked with ease.Finally the gong signaled the end of the first round and we both headed to our corners while the lady kept shouting insults: “whore! You’re done for!” but I simply ignored her and sat in the corner, drinking some water while waiting for the next round.The bell ringed and my opponent charged forward, trying to hit me with a right hook to the face, which I dodged, and a left to the sides that got past my guard, making me let out an moaning “uffff”, as the lady tried again to hit my face with a right hand. I swiftly dodged the punch, making her lose balance and placing a fierce right punch to her stomach that made her scream in pain: “oooouuuuuuggghhhh” was the sound coming out from her mouth before I smashed her face with a left hook that almost downed her.She clearly felt danger as she stepped back and put up the guard while I stalked her and delivered a barrage of punches to the gloves aimed stun her even more. She started clinching to avoid further punishment, still trying to uselessly attack while distancing from me until the round ended leaving her visibly out of breath.During the break, the lady kept being enraged, but she wasn’t insulting me anymore.In the third round, she started by launching a big attack clearly aimed to knock me out: I took a couple of blows to my abs, but I managed to resist thanks to my athletic and muscular body. Then I kept her missing by feinting until I smashed her breasts with a right-left combo and another right hand to the nose, forcing her to clinch again. I shoved her away after some punches and yet again she clinched. The round ended with me storming her with punches raining down on the gloves, meant to scare her more than anything else: she returned to her corner wobbling, tired and in pain, especially in the stomach area.In the fourth round my opponent used her remaining energies by firing some big hits towards my face and body. I let her burn those last remains of fighting energy by blocking all her attacks and finally decided to seal her fate by feinting a bit before going to the ko: two demolishing blows took away her breath, allowing only a painful “uuuuuuuuuuooouuuuuuhhhh” groaning to exhale from her lips, then she clinched once again while panting loudly. But that was her end, because I hammered mercilessly her stomach and sides, making her feet leave the ground with the sheer force of the impacts.She tightened her grip to my body and whispered: “please stop, I beg you, I can’t take it anymore!” but the only answer I gave her was “now you beg, uh?! I’m making you pay for everything now, bitch!” and after hitting he body two more times, I push her away and as she came closer on shaking legs, a right hook to the jaw made her crumble to the mat. She was still moving, but she was obviously unable to get up, writhing in pain as the referee stated the count: “1…2…3…4…5…6…7…8…9…10! Tania is out! Gina wins by ko in the fourth round”.The husband-referee lifted my right arm and I placed my bare foot over my groaning opponent’s chest as a sign of my total victory.As the referee unhanded me, I sat on the lady’s belly and grabbed her ponytail, lifting her head. She looked at me with clouded and scared eyes as I shook her head, menacing her with my right boxing glove: “who’s the master and who’s the slave, uh?!?! Beg for mercy, or I’ll keep hitting you!”.The woman submitted while cowering in fear and with a faint voice begged:“stop! Have mercy! I’m your slave!”. I left my grip on her hair, allowing to crash down like a sandbag, completely beaten.The referee started to tend to his wife while she was still down as I warned her: “you have one hour to get ready, because tonight you’re coming home with me… and you’ll be my slave for a week!”. The husband pointed me a bathroom where I could take a shower and while going I reminded him: “don’t forget about the rest of the money”. He meekly replied: “yes, they’re ready”.Before going, I took a glance to my fallen rival who looked away in shame.One hour later…As I returned in the hall, Tania was sitting on a couch, still bruised but cleaned up and dressed in an elegant black outfit with her hair flowing… she was still a good-looking woman, despite the beating I gave her….I signaled her to get up and she obeyed: “she’s already in the role” I think while she went to kiss her husband and said: “I’m returning next week…”“C’mon, let’s go” I ordered her and we all went to my car, the husband loading a bag on the suv and Tania reached the passenger seat; I took the wheel and left.Not a single word between the two of us during the trip to my apartment and as soon as we arrived I let her in, allowing her to take a look around: “it’s nice, even if small” was the first thing she said.“But of course, you’re not used to it due to your high social position, but worry not ‘cause I’m going to deal with it now” I thought while telling her to wait as I went to another room to pick up the right thing for her.Upon returning to the entrance area, I hand her a frilly maid apron which she looked upon almost with disgust: “What on earth is that?” she asked me.“it’s your uniform, wear it.” I ordered in a commanding tone. I toss it to her and she started lacing it while being scared of the look in my eyes, but I stopped her immediately: “You don’t get it, ms…”“Why?” she asked.“Because you have to undress and wear only that” I replied.“What?! No way!” she exclaimed with pride, but I jumped at her grabbing the hair and telling her in the ear: “have you forgotten our deal? You are my slave for a week now and you must do what I command you to do, got it?”.“Ok, I’m going to get changed immediately, where’s the bathroom?” she complied out of fear.I showed her the bathroom and when she got out, she was wearing only an apron…. Tania looked gorgeous, completely naked wearing only that piece of clothing!,,,She looked at me with a red face and said: “I’m yours to command, master. Order me anything”.“You start to understand what’s your role here!” I mocked her “this week you’re my slave, so you’re going to clean the house, prepare the meals, help me training and with some erotic games if I so desire, got it?”.“Yes master” she replied meekly.“Start right now, then: clean the kitchen, tidy the bed and start making dinner”:So it began a week full of fun for me, less for Tania who slowly started to get in her submissive role, being the target of my teasing without any complaint; but in the end we were both having a lot fun together… every time I took a bath I made her massage me and it always climaxed in an intercourse… rubbing our pussies, making her lick mine, caressing each other nipples and long and intense petting that were followed by actual penetration in the bedroom using dildos of various sizes.The eroticism was alternated with moments when I made sure who was in charge there, like whipping her naked butt when she was at reach or dirtying a room only to make her clean it again. One day I took her in the room where I train and told her: “come here and help me”, and she immediately begged: “don’t hit me please”. I enjoyed hearing her say that each time: “don’t worry, I’m not beating you”, I told her half lying…As we entered the almost empty room where a sandbag was hanging, she gulped but I reassure her: “you just have to keep it in place as I punch”. She got pale and relly started to beg: “no… please…”, but I wasn’t going to hear anything of it and slammed her body against the sandbag, her supple breast pressed against the leather were candies for the eyes. I grabbed her hands and started lacing her to the sandbag as she cried: “no… I beg you… no”, but I simply ignored her.Tania was roped naked against the sandbag, only the apron partially covering her body; I lace my boxing gloves up and started hitting the bag being carful of avoiding to actually punch her body.Each time I landed a punch she screamed a little: “oh… ah… ah…”; at first she was able to stand, but after twenty minutes of such treatment her bare feet weren’t even touching the ground, simply dangling as she swung along with the sandbag. I stopped then, as she was panting and sweating even more than me, unlacing her and allowing her body to collapse on the floor while emitting a last moan:” oooouuuucchhh….”, in the same manner of our match. I looked at her from above: “get up, you have dinner to make…”Days passed and Tania was getting even more in the part and in the second to last day I decided to make her a surprise; I woke her up in the morning and got on her bed starting to rub my body against her and lick… she looked puzzled and after a while I told her: “I want to give you a present today…”, she looked at me suspicious: “what?” and so I continued: “I’m going to cook today, you go to the bathroom and make yourself pretty and after eating we’re making love… I want to make you feel good”, and started fingering her hairy pussy first, then used my tongue until she began moaning many times in pleasure: “yes… yeesss!”.I stopped and send her to the bathroom; after half an hour she came out with an amazing scent and her hair styled the same way as our boxing match.“Are we eating now?” she asked.“Sure, let’s go to the kitchen” I answered and led the way. When we entered, the surprise I prepared for her made her jaw to drop as the table was ready for six people! We look at each other, no words needed, and Tania got pale as the doorbell ringed.“No, please… don’t tell me….” She started, already imagining what was going to happen…“On your knees, slave! You are going to greet our guests with me now!” I ordered her while with a fierce look.Tania’s only option was to kneel and follow me to the door.I opened the door and five young men, between their 20s and 30s, all very tall being members of the neighborhood’s basketball team, entered my house I and introduced them to Tania whose beetling red.I made them sit in the kitchen and then announced: “now, our loyal Tania will serve us lunch!”.She’s utterly humiliated, but she started serving the meal nonetheless, in complete silence.