SS '14 Den of Sin Match: Divatrix Vs. Death by Seduction

Even when she had her arms and legs around Mitra, crushing the woman's body with all four limbs, the dominatrix did not yield or show much agony, something that did irritate Dasha a little. She increased the pressure, tilting her head away when that tongue stroked over the corner of her lips, those words accompanying it made her believe that this was not going to work her way desperate the leverage she possessed.

" Maybe I do, I wonder how you taste.. " With that, she brought her face up and against Mitra, closing the distance between their lips so she could put her in quite a kiss! She would also begin to squeeze harder and longer, her tongue demanding entrance to the woman's mouth.

Mitra had a few choice dirty words she could have used to respond to Dasha's comment but she didn't get the chance to soil the other mistress's ears with them as she was suddenly right into a full on kiss. Dasha's legs and arms closed in on Mitra's body, making a crackling/squelching sort of sound as Mitra's leather corset rubbed right against Dasha's leather leggings and costume.. Finally the black material settled against one another in a perfect tight fit.

"nngh!" Dasha's breasts pushed right into Mitra's rack, forcing her to exhale and grunt at the same time right into Dasha's mouth. Mitra's smooth butt cheeks pushing up a little as her body curved in against Dasha

Now that she was hurting the woman's confidence, it was time to move on to what she had originally planned. She began to squeeze quite hard with all those limbs she had latched around the woman, making sure that pain was something she was feeling. Dismantling a fellow dominatrix though was no easy task, and with just pain alone it was not going to get easy..

With that in mind, Dasha had gone for the full on kiss to also dismantle the woman, to take away all the resistance she would try to muster against Dasha, her tongue wildly lashing out against Mitra's wet muscle, as if it was a whip itself.

Mitra's nipples started to lift slightly against the inside of her leather corset, dragging upwards with a good amount of friction. It wasn't just the feeling of Dasha's body snug up against her and the kiss; It was also the painful squeeze around her waist and upper body. However as much as she liked it, she did have to get out.. Couldn't allow Dasha to have things all her way so early on.

Mitra moved with her shins underneath her, lifting up with her feet a little.. Her crotch cupped in against Dasha's butt cheeks as the other mistress's hips was forced upwards a bit from Mitra's movement.

"nnh!" Mitra let out again into Dasha's mouth as she redoubled her efforts with her tongue inside Mitra's mouth, still making it difficult for Mitra to break out of the hold.

Knowing that she couldn't hold the woman for long, she decided to change it when she had Mitra distracted enough. She would suckle upon the woman's tongue, letting her tongue graze over it while her eyes remained on Mitra the entire time, just inspecting the expression and waiting for the chance to strike.

Feeling Mitra planning her own escape, she had no choice but to push on, suddenly breaking the kiss and withdrawing from it and sharply jerked her body to the side, trying to force the woman onto her back with Dasha on top of her! She didn't really need to keep Mitra in her holds, which would be useless when she would roll them over, but by then she would have top position, and new options to pick from.

Mitra's ass kept sticking back upwards until Dasha pushed the pink haired mistress up and over onto the mat, breaking the body scissors to try and quickly scramble for a top mounting position.. Mitra had other idea though, although it was nice feeling Dasha's hot leather clad body up against her, she wanted to take things from being solely on the ground for now.. Suddenly reaching up to grasp at Dasha's side as she was trying to get her balance on top of Mitra, the peppy dominatrix would yank down on her dark purple haired foe to try and pull at the same time as swinging her other forearm up. Trying to catch Dasha off guard with a sharp elbow drive straight into her bust.

Dasha thought she had total control of her opponent. If leather could sweat, it would definitely be building up now with the closeness and grinding she had been issuing upon Mitra. The dominatrix was quite a looker and Dasha was going to make sure she explored and became familiar with every part of Mitra's body, to truly stamp her dominance upon the woman!

Her little ascension on top of the woman's body was short lived when Mitra was able to unbalance her enough to slam her elbow into her chest. She huffed out in annoyance, forced off Mitra and quickly tried to scramble herself back onto her feet. Thanks to the tight leather her breasts did not bounce about like wild bouncy balls!

Mitra rolled to one side as Dasha was forced to back up off of her, reaching out for the ropes to help herself up onto one knee. She swiped the back of her leather glove covered hand across the corner of her lips as she looked over at her adversary.. She might have gotten the better of her with that little exchange, but she hadn't seen nothing yet.

Mitra was just about to move forwards to start another "bout" when suddenly Niska reached over the ropes from her corner to slap Mitra on the shoulder and tag herself into the match. Mitra whirled around sharply, surprised and annoyed from the intrusion as Niska stepped into the ring through the ropes.

"Why don't you step out for a while hon.." Niska said in a teasing derivative tone to her team partner mitra ".. And let the grown ups have a little.. chat." she said, making a point of pulling up a studded hand paddle she had brought into the ring and patting it against one open hand as she looked over at Dasha.. Something might tell Dasha that she didn't just want to spank her butt with that weapon as Niska grinned evilly

Dasha was back onto her feet rather quickly, taking a single step back to secure her footing and let her gaze return to the ascending Mitra. Just when she was about to attack once more though, the green haired dom was tagged out involuntarily, leaving Dasha in a slight, confused look on her face. It faded back to that normal, seductive glare it once had when she heard what the woman said and the tool she carried with her.

This was not going to end the way Niska was going to hope for as soon Dasha moved towards Niska and without warning, would try to wrap her arms around the woman's head and pull her into a side headlock.

Niska marched forwards ready to strike Dasha over the head with the paddle she had to hand when the other mistress quickly moved forwards and managed to tuck one arm around the back of her head, pulling the green haired bigger woman down under her armpit.

"Ugh!" Niska grunted out right up against the side of Dasha's boob through the leathery outfit as she was forced to nuzzle into it, her gloved hand pressed against Dasha's butt cheek as she pressed in close against the other woman