Facing the Consequences (for Maxy)

Yamato remained still beneath Lita as she sat there on his face, smothering him with her crotch and rear. Breathing was already next to impossible as it was, and he was running out of air with each second she remained perched on top of him. Though really, he wasn’t exactly about to complain about his current position. And he then felt Lita start to slowly grind against him, literally rubbing her thorough dominance over him right in his face.

When she just barely raised off of him, Yamato began gasping for air, his breath going right up against her womanhood. As Lita spoke and pulled aside the small bit of fabric covering her pussy, Yamato tried to buy himself a bit more breathing time. “W-wait...” he managed to get out, only for her to quickly and abruptly drop down onto his face before hovering just over him once again. As she waited for his response, this time Yamato gave her exactly what she wanted.

“P-please let me...taste your pussy...” he muttered, blushing in embarrassment as he spoke. It felt so awkward to beg like that, but he was rewarded for it, as Lita then planted her pussy on his face. He tried to answer her question, only for a muffled “Mmph...” to come out and vibrate right up against Lita’s sex. Then, hoping the dominatrix riding his features wouldn’t be opposed to it, Yamato’s tongue pushed past his lips and ran up against Lita’s pussy, testing her reaction. If she didn’t object, he’d simply continue licking at his mistress’ sex.

At first Lita would make a soft giggle.  "Hey that tickles cut it out." though it was obvious through her body language that she wanted him to keep going, though if he did stop he would tell her that she didn't say stop but if he kept going it wouldn't take her long to really feel him move around in there.  She looked down at him after letting out a groan of approval.  She would then tell him that if he if legitimately starts to run out of are to tap her thigh twice and she'll ease up for a moment.


As this went on she would try to reach back, having to bend back a bit and move her positioning a bit so it is no longer a direct sit though she goes back to that so he can get more tongue coverage.  She does ask him arch himself up and towards her a bit if he can, not sure if she even said it the right way but if he could see her arm movement she wanted his crotch.  If that didn't work she would dismount from his face for a moment before and re-sit, but facing the other way.  Regardless of which way she was sitting at the time she would eventually grab hold of his crotch, that still has his boxers covering it.  Her face went a bit red, trying to believe that she is actually doing it.


She would rub it for a movement before sliding it down his boxers, rubbing his manhood from underneath, but eventually she would let his dick free from its captivity, while still working it over.  When it is fully exposed if she was still in the non-facing position she would glance back and gasp quietly, but if she was repositioned and facing it she would give a decent volumed gasp, impressed at what he was hiding.


She was far from climaxing but she was getting wet down there.  Part of her wondered how far along he was  Regardless if she was facing his cock directly or having to look back at it every few seconds part of her knew it was only a matter of time before she would be doing to him what he was doing to her strap-on earlier. The thought of that made her blush more.  With that thought she knew she had to make him cum first, though there was no guarantee that would end things for sure but it was worth a shot.   Regardless of how she was sitting on him she would lay down so she would be in almost like a 69 position, forcing his lower half to adjust so she could pack most of her pussy towards his mouth again but so she was in good feel of his crotch.  She would look to the side and go to work on his crotch again, throwing in some handling of his balls to mix it up.  

Before she kicked it up a notch she removed his boxers and and rested him just above his crotch.  The second he's about to fire, if he is able to produce such warning she would grab hold of it and cover his crotch with it.  With their positioning and her not wanting to take a face full of it she didn't want him firing all over the place.  As she continued to pleasure him she tells him not to cum yet, though it doesn't sound clear as she lets another moan out, but a bit higher pitched than normal.  

When she can feel and notice that he might explode she tells him not to do it yet, wanting to him suffer just a bit more.  Sure she bets he is enjoying but knows a man can only hold it in for so long until the effort becomes painful and impossible.  Finally she tells him "Show me how dirty your mind is you horny bastard!" granting him permission to let loose, those she continues to work him over until he does so.  She has his boxers at the ready and she points him straight up so if any does fire out hopefully it'll come back down and she drops his boxers on top of his cock, cupping underneath where his balls are as her hand is still on his cock but her strokes are dramatically slowing down.

Lita’s initial response almost made Yamato stop what he was doing, though the fact that she stayed right where she was told him to do the opposite. So he went with his gut instinct and continued to lap away at the brunette’s pussy, earning a groan from her lips to let him know he was doing a good job. And though she told him to tap on her thigh if he needed air, Yamato wondered if that was meant to be a joke considering his hands were still securely cuffed behind his back.

But she then leaned back a bit, moving off of him just enough that he wasn’t completely smothered under her weight. When she tells him to arch up a bit, he did so, bringing his hips a little closer to Lita. Fortunately for her, Yamato wasn’t extremely tall, so reaching back to grab a hold of his crotch would not be all that difficult. He took a quick, but deep breath as she momentarily got off of him to turn around, then once again his vision became completely occupied by Lita’s hips as she sat back down on his face again, now facing his feet.

He groaned into her pussy when she felt her hand rubbing against his manhood, causing it to harden even more inside his boxers. Yamato then felt those slide down his legs, bringing his member into full view, and he blushed a bit beneath Lita as he heard her gasp when she saw it. But he knew he couldn’t just lay there, and so he lashed out with his tongue again, moving it up into Lita’s sex before probing around her inner walls with it. He could taste her juices on his tongue as she started getting wet, which only encouraged him to lick faster.

Lita then pushed her pussy even further against his mouth, while also working over his now fully aroused shaft. Each second pushed him closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy, while he continued licking away at his mistress’ pussy to try to do the same to her. Aiming to take it up a notch himself, his tongue then sought for Lita’s clit. Although, he could tell he was drawing close to his climax. The brunette more than comfortably seated on him seemed to detect it as well, and held his boxers just over his crotch to shield herself from it, telling him to hold it in. A task much easier said than done. But still, Yamato fought to restrain himself as hard as he could.

The moan that rang out from Lita told him she might be nearing her limit too, but it seemed Yamato would be hitting his first. Holding it in as he was told to was almost excruciating, while at the same time prolonging the pleasure he was feeling in his position underneath Lita. Then finally, she gave him the permission he wanted, and just in time too. Unable to keep it back a moment longer, Yamato’s cum sprayed right up, right into the boxers she was holding over him. The boxers were then dropped onto his cock, which continued to pump his orgasm out until the last of it had passed. And while panting under Lita, Yamato’s tongue still continued to brush, push and rub over the woman’s clit, seeking to bring her to an orgasm too.

As he slowed down she felt him continuing at the same pace as he was before he came. She was enjoying the feeling but she also remembered why they were in this situation to begin with. That and she was tempted to 'sample' him. She pulls her pussy away from his mouth as she grabs hold of the boxers, wiping his cock and his backs as bust she could so nothing would drip on the bed sheets. She would then turn around so she would facing him again. She looked at one of her hands, it had a fair amount of his cum on it, while his boxers were stained with the rest. She brushed her pussy against his chest, trying to dry herself a bit.


In a semi-playful/semi-serious tone she tells him "Are you proud of the mess you made?" Part of her did enjoy the experience but didn't want to full admit it, at least not yet. "Remember what I said about what happens when a mess is made?" She moves her hand closer to his face. "Lick it up bitch." If he didn't comply she would make him, but he would have a few seconds to do so willingly. Either way she would make sure she leaves him some and when she feels there is just enough on it for her to try she takes a small lick herself before flashing him a sly grin. "Not bad." She then simply drops the boxers on his head and goes searching for the key to the handcuffs.

After freeing him she suggest that he should get washed up, though she proceeds to take off his shirt and she finishes drying herself down there, even putting part of it inside her briefly. She mentions she still has things to do but is bringing him along since she doesn't think locking him in a room will do anything. She tells him where the towels are and tells him to get going, giving his rear a couple of quick small taps. She still holds on to the shirt she removed but motions to where his socks and other shirt that she brought in there were tossed. Hopefully he remembers his pants too but she didn't mention it, figuring it be a no-brainer.


After sending him on his way (to the other bathroom upstairs) she too would go to get cleaned up. Tossing his shirt in with her dirty clothes (figuring if he wants his shirt back he should get it cleaned, and while he's at it might as well do her clothes too) she makes her way to the bathroom connected her room, locking the door just in case. After getting in the shower and being in there for a minute she began to play with herself. She then noticed what she was doing and stopped for a moment. That didn't last long before she found herself searching for a toy to bring with her in the shower. She started off slow but didn't take long for her to really star pounding herself.


She was still built up from earlier so she picked up right where she left off. She could last a while but she wanted to get this over with and really went to town on herself. She thought of a couple of people in her life that aided her getting even more turn on, but those thoughts were soon joined by Yamato. She was at this for little bit but if Yamato didn't start the water in the other bathroom he could her letting out a long drawn out moan, as well as him name as she climaxed in the tub. If he did have the water running it would still be hearable, just not as clear. She laid there for a few minutes, catching her breath and thoughts. By the time Yamato would finished clearning up himself is when she would start her shower.

Just when he thought he was about to bring Lita to an orgasm, she abruptly pulled herself off of his face. His tongue lapped once more into the air before realizing she was no longer there. Yamato was definitely perplexed to say the least, but didn’t question anything, and simply laid there panting while Lita used his boxers to wipe the cum off of himself. When she turned to face him again, Yamato stared up at the beautiful brunette while she rubbed her pussy over his chest to dry it off.

He wasn’t quite sure how to answer Lita’s question, though it didn’t seem to matter, as she then held her hand right up to his face and told him to lick his own cum right off of it. Managing to fight back his desire to attempt resisting, he cringed a bit while leaning his head forward and extending his tongue, licking his cum off the hand in front of him. Yamato then watched as she licked the last bit off herself, and though he didn’t say or do anything to show it, he was absolutely loving that dominant little grin she was flashing him. “Eh...thanks, I guess?” he replied, not really knowing what else to say.

His boxers were then dropped onto his head, though he quickly whipped his head to the side to throw them off. And finally she returned with the key to his handcuffs and freed his wrists from them. He brought both arms in front of him and rubbed them a bit with his hands, listening as he was told to go wash up. As he started to get up, however, Lita suddenly took his shirt off of him, and Yamato watched wide-eyed as she used it to finish drying off her wet sex. After everything that’s just happened so suddenly, Yamato was practically speechless as he was dismissed to the shower.

But, Yamato finally pulled himself up and managed to walk off to the other bathroom, took off what little clothing he still had on, then got in the shower. He was about to turn on the water, but stopped as he suddenly heard Lita’s loud moaning coming from her bathroom as she finished herself off. He could’ve easily turned on the water and drowned out the noise, but he didn’t. Instead, the young man remained perfectly still and listened to the chorus of moans that rang out, culminating in a big finale as Lita reached her climax. Wow... was all he could manage, even just thinking to himself. His mind was now conflicted about whether he should be more excited or afraid of what awaited him in the following days...though at the moment he was leaning more toward excited.

He turned on the water and went ahead with his shower, washing his sweat and the scent of Lita’s sex off of him. And when he was done, he turned the water off, and dried off with one of the towels. Realizing he needed a fresh set of clothes, he wrapped the towel around his waist then went off to his suitcase. He grabbed some clean boxers and socks, another pair of jeans and a shirt, and put them on where he was since no one else was around at the moment. Not sure what else he should do, Yamato then went back upstairs and waited for Lita to finish her shower too.

After finally getting washed up herself she went searching for something to wear.  After putting on the obvious socks she found a red sleeveless top with a few strap-like things on them and pair of skirt jeans to wear.  She noticed the pair of panties that she caught Yamato with earlier on.  She blushed a little bit as she held them as she was reminded of what just took place.  She shrugs after a bit and puts them on.


When she is ready she whistles for Yamato, as if he were a pet of some kind.  When she sees him she looks a bit red but shakes the thought off and asks him if he's ready to go.  Before they go to the garage she tells Yamato to fetch her jacket from the couch as she grabs some shoes to put on, though she doesn't mean the term 'fetch' in a derogatory way as it came over normal sounding.  She presses a button when he returns to open the garage door.  When they get to the car doors she would ask him "Would you like to sit upfront or the back?"  She didn't care what he decided.  As he got in she went to grab something from her motorcycle.  She kept what ever she grabbed hidden from view as she got in the car and prepared to back out.

While he waited, Yamato remained about as casual as any person could be after being sexually dominated like he’d been. Though the memory of being forced to suck Lita’s strap-on, and then of her riding his face like a horse were no doubt going to stay nice and vivid in his mind for quite a while. And before long he heard Lita whistle for him, calling him in like a pet, then went back into her room.

“Yeah, ready when you are.” he replied, sliding his hands into his pockets. “Sure. Just a sec.” he said when he was told to get Lita’s jacket, before making his way to the couch where she’d left it, picking it up then bringing it back to her. “I’ll take shotgun.” Yamato said as they approached the car. Not noticing as Lita moved to grab something form her motorcycle, Yamato opened the car door and sat down in the front passenger side, then buckled up his seat belt and waited for Lita to drive them...wherever it was she wanted to go.

She thanks him for grabbing the jacket for her and they prepare for takeoff.  After a couple of minutes on the road she asked him "I'm guessing you heard me, didn't you?"  She was referring to her pleasuring herself.   "It's not that I didn't want to finish on you just...Just...It's nothing."  She was a bit embarrassed about the whole thing.  While she tried to get the dirty thoughts away she did manage to tell him sternly.  "All things considered I hope you learned a lesson."  He if agreed she would ask him "Which is?" wanting to know if he knew.  Admittingly that was a bizarre way to end said lesson even though it started off roughly for him, very rough, almost deadly in a way.  She does offer an apology to him for the way she choked him out and that it was slight over reaction, hoping he didn't think that she was going to kill him.


When they go to the grocery store she gets out of the car and tells him to stand by the door after he gets out.  When she gets to his side of the car she lifts his chin up with a finger and attached a leash of some kind to the collar, which she grabbed from her motorcycle earlier.   She lightly brushes her hand against his chin before giving him another cut sounding "Smile!" warning, taking another photo of him with the collar, this time with the leash connected.  Before she leads him to the store she tells him "Could be worse.  Remember what I had on back in my room?  What if I was wearing that right now and people saw me walking with you on the other end of this leash here, how do you think people would react to you?  Let that sink in for a moment."  She finishes that comment with a semi-mischievous tone.

Other than that it would appear to be your typical shopping trip.  She asked him to mention what he would like for dinner again and anything to go with it that he would want to learn how to cook, as well as buying other things she was going to get anyway.

A blush formed on Yamato’s cheeks when he heard Lita’s question, and he quickly averted his gaze in an attempt to mask his own embarrassment. “I, uh...m-maybe just a little...” he said, trying to downplay it as much as he could without completely lying about it. And Lita’s stammered words that immediately followed only made things even more awkward for the next few moments, and Yamato made no attempt to push the issue any further. When she asked if he’d learned his lesson, he nodded and replied, “Don’t go looking through your things without your permission.” True, it was to say the least a rather unorthodox method to teach the lesson, but he got the message loud and clear. “No, don’t worry about it. I should’ve just stayed out of your room to begin with.” Yamato said, smiling a bit awkwardly as he spoke.

When the arrive at the store, Yamato stepped out of the car and stood by it just as he was told. And within moments, Lita was lifting his chin and attaching a leash to his collar. “Eh...?” The young man blinked, a surprised and confused expression forming on his face as the realization hit that she’d essentially be walking him around in public like a dog. And before he could even react, Lita then snapped another picture of him, capturing his rather comically awkward expression.

It was embarrassing for him as Lita led him by the collar into the store, and everyone who saw the two stared right at him, only making things even worse. But, he knew Lita was right. He could only imaging how this would feel if she were doing this while wearing the same outfit she’d worn back in her bedroom just a little while ago. “Uh...steak. And whatever you want, I guess.” he replied when she asked for a reminder of what he wanted for dinner. He wasn’t picky about what went with it, but considering he was going to have to be the one to prepare it, he hoped it would be as simple as possible.

While they're at the store, a blonde haired and very 'developed' woman would go up to them.  "Hey Lita, who's your friend?"  She then recognizes him from the match Lita had with him the previous week but she plays along. “Who’s a good boy?” she messes his hair with both of her hands. “Does he do tricks?” Lita chuckles at it “Yes he does but give ‘em a break.”  Daisuke nods, admitting she was only having a little fun and holds her hand up to him.  Lita would poke him, telling him not to leave her hanging as Daisuke looked like she wanted a high five from him.

Something tells Daisuke this could be a lot worse so she whispers to Yamato while Lita is pondering over a few items “Say, what did you do to get leashed anyway?  Something tells me this could have been a lot worse.”  She was a little bit concerned but she knew Yamato would be alright in the long run.   Daisuke would then help Lita with what she was looking at in that particular moment.  Lita would thank Daisuke but then notices Daisuke has a suggestive look on her face.


“You know” Daisuke would say to Yamato as she pays visual attention to Lita. “Whatever you’re going through this week remember she’s not a bad person.” As she talks she begins to hand flirt with Lita and they have a brief exchange of kissing and butt grabbing.  This doesn’t go on for very long, less than fifteen seconds, but any male who was into that sort of thing would have enjoyed the mini girl on girl tease show that they just put on for him.   After that ended Daisuke tells them both “Behave you two love birds.” Smirking as she goes to take off.   Lita grins while shaking her head “We’re not dating yet Dai.”  Daisuke knew that but just wanted to toss in a little humor as she back waved to them “See ya.”

Shortly after her friend and teammate walked away Lita heard a thud and saw a phone sliding by her feet.  Daisuke just german suplexed a women that was bigger than her in both height and weight.  Lita picked up the phone and noticed someone took some footage of her walking Yamato, as well as getting some of the teasing session she and Daisuke just partook in.  Not only does she delete the file she spikes the phone on the ground, which part of the screen was cracked from being slightly dropped and slid from the suplex but now it’s totaled.  Someone else nearby shows Lita his phone, in fear claiming he shot nothing, wanting to avoid conflict just in case Daisuke or her decide to inspect phones of everyone near by.  They know they can’t stop everyone but she wanted to minimize the damage Yamato was facing during this outing, even though she did want him to feel at least somewhat humiliated.

One of the woman’s friends was took a swing at Daisuke.  Lita yelled at Daisuke to duck, which she did and punched the person’s friend in her crotch with full force.  After Daisuke grabs the person, motioning for Lita to help with the person that was suplexed a moment ago. She grabs the one she crotch-shotted and whispers to her as she passes Yamato, but loud enough that he could hear her “Big mistake taking a shot at an off-duty cop you piece of shit.  I’m in a generous mood so I’m just going to through your ass out of here, but if I see you at all again today your ass will belong to me, is that clear?” Daisuke and Lita then tosses them out the front door of the store before going back to what they were doing.  They got some applause from some shoppers that were working on since apparently the two in question have been causing a lot of trouble around there lately.  Daisuke says goodbye to Yamato again before taking off.

The rest of the shopping trip is incident free, unless if Yamato did something to warrant extra attention.  She would have him carry most of the bags to the car, she took a couple herself though.  When it came time to drive back home Lita would swing by a drive thru first, feeling a little bit hungry. “Would you like anything?  It’s alright I don’t mind.”