Having some fun with the new pet

Continued from Mariko vs Michael

Mariko unlocked the door to her apartment and stepped inside, leaving it open for Michael to enter after her. "Close it behind you." she said. Ordinarily bringing someone she just met to her apartment would be entirely out of the question. Mariko was definitely a seductress by nature, but she generally only channeled that side of herself in the ring against opponents. But this was a special circumstance. Mariko had only just a little while ago defeated Michael in a hentai match, making him cum in front of thousands of watching fans. And in doing so, she had won the right to keep him as her pet for the rest of the night. And no doubt she intended to make the most of it that she possibly could. It hadn't been an easy effort to win this prize, after all.

Kicking off her boots, she made her way over to the couch and let out a sigh of relief as she sat down on it, resting her arms out over the back and crossing one leg over the other. "Aahhh, it feels wonderful to sit back and relax after an exhilarating victory." she said with a smile, lightly taunting Michael. Knowing what she did about his personality, she suspected the taunt wouldn't do much to bother him. In fact, he might even like it. Though, that didn't matter much to Mariko, who calmly relaxed and let her foot slowly swing back and forth as it dangled in the air. There was no rush to get started on ordering her new pet around. The night was young, and there would be plenty of time for that. Still, she didn't want to wait too long either. So, she decided to start light for now and just see how things went.

"Be a dear and bring me a drink. There's a bottle of wine in the refrigerator in the kitchen over there. And there's some glasses in the cabinet next to it." she said, pointing a finger toward the kitchen. While she waited for him to get her drink, she continued to relax in her seat on the couch, humming a little tune to herself.

Michael closed the door. He lets out a sharp whistle. He looked around and admired the place. He liked it. It seemed like a good place for them to have fun and relax. He then looked at Mariko. He noticed she was taunting him, but he didn't mind. In fact, he would have liked it if she was rubbing it in more. He replied to that. "Just don't expect to next time, unless you can work another miracle and beat me again." He is a man of competition and any chance to provoke a friendly rivalry, he'll take. He then went into the kitchen and grabbed a glass and the wine, pouring her some before bringing it in. 'here you go, Mistress."

Mariko's apartment wasn't particularly large or extraordinary, at least in her opinion. It was roomy enough, and had a few pictures hanging on the walls here and there, but was otherwise rather ordinary. Still, she was pleased to hear his apparent approval of the place.

At hearing his next comment, she couldn't help but chuckle. "A miracle, huh? Well, that's certainly an interesting way of looking at it." she replied. Then Michael left the room to get her drink, and Mariko waited patiently before he reappeared moments later, and took the glass as he handed it to her. "Thank you." she said, raising the glass to her lips and taking a small sip.

Toying with the glass in her hand, Mariko was then silent for a moment as she contemplated what to do with her pet. Several ideas and possibilities ran through her head, but many of them she dismissed for later. What to do, what to do? Then a smirk formed as an idea popped into her head. "Kneel down in front of me." she ordered, taking another sip of her wine as she waited for Michael to comply.

Michael got down on his knees as he began to wait for what she had planned. He began to think of all the things she could do to him. She could spank him, force him to cum in her cunt, then eat her out, force him to drink her milk, tie him up and whip him. He waited for her to act, dying to know what she had planned.

The Japanese beauty continued to grin as she watched Michael obediently kneel before her. She then uncrossed her legs, and moved her right foot to touch lightly against the center of his waistline with her big toe. And slowly, she began to trace it up his body. It went all the way to the top of the paladin's chest, right below his neck before she pulled it back, letting her foot hang in the air right in front of him.

"I want you to use your teeth to take these sweaty stockings off my legs. After you've done that, I want you to worship my feet." she said. And with that, she rested back against the couch, continuing to hold her foot in front of him as she again waited for Michael to obey her command.

The Japanese beauty may have suggested something the Paladin didn't want to do, but he nods. "I may not have a foot fetish, but I will do as you wish." he replied, making sure he kept his end of the bargain. He bit on the stocking and then pulled them both off. After taking off the second one, he began to worship her feet licking and kissing each of them.

The Paladin had hoped she had something else in mind, but he obeyed. After all, this won't be the only time he suggests this bet in a match and he does want rematches, so how could she be expected to obey him when he wins.

Truthfully, Mariko couldn't have cared any less how Michael felt about this. For the night, he was hers to use however she saw fit, and she intended to only use him to serve her own interests. And though Michael might not particularly be enjoying it, it gave Mariko quite a feeling of empowerment and dominance to force people to worship her pretty feet.

She couldn't help but giggle as she watched him and felt the paladin's lips and tongue against her feet. "Aww, not having fun?" she teased while he continued to lick and kiss. "Well that's too bad, because I am~" she said, taking another sip of her wine while she watched her temporary servant worship her ever so submissively.

Mariko allowed this to continue for a while, until she finally felt he'd done enough. "Alright. You may stop now." she said. And once he did, she would bring both feet up and wipe them on his face, using it to dry them off before setting her soles back on the ground in front of her. "I think you liked that more than you want me to think~" Mariko said, teasing him some more. "Tell your mistress how much you loved worshiping her feet, and how grateful you are for being given such an opportunity."

The only enjoyment Michael felt was from being dominated by such a beautiful woman. He was finally glad she had told him to stop, so they can get to the fun stuff. When Mariko asked that question, he paused for a moment to chose his words carefully. He wanted to make sure his words pleased her, then again, getting punished may be fun, so he decided to not think about his words in the end.

"Well, I enjoy serving you, even though I did not love using my lips and tongue to worship your feet. I am not thankful for that particular opportunity, but I am grateful for the big picture of serving the one I love."

If Michael was really aiming to please Mariko with his words, then he didn't come anywhere near hitting. In fact, his words had the opposite effect. It seemed he still didn't understand he was there ONLY to serve her as she wanted, and not to have his own desires met. *SMACK!* Her right hand slapped hard right across the paladin's cheek.

"I didn't order you to tell me what you 'didn't' enjoy. Or did I stutter, perhaps? When I tell you to do something, you do it exactly as instructed. Now, tell your mistress you loved worshiping her feet, and show your gratitude for being given the opportunity!"

Was Mariko angry? Not really. Perhaps a bit annoyed her pet was being disobedient, but that was all. Still if Michael wanted his time in Mariko's apartment to be even remotely enjoyable, it would be in his best interest to stop showing his opinions on Mariko's orders, and simply follow them without complaint. Mariko had ninety-nine problems, but thinking of methods of punishment wasn't one. And Michael would find that out soon if he didn't start showing adoration and gratitude for everything Mariko did to him while he was there.

Michael got what he wanted. The slap stung for a bit, but he did like it. He then looked back up to Mariko, listening to her speak. He understood that she wasn't like her sister. Her sister may dominate him, but she will budge and usually not force things. Mariko, on the other hand, seemed to care about her own pleasure. No matter. Come time to dominate her, he'll be nicer and perhaps it will rub off. He then responded, assuming she'd be nicer if he showed some respect. "I'm sorry Mistress. I loved worshiping your feet. I am very thankful that you were so kind to me for giving me this opportunity to serve you."