Glutton for Punishment

Minerva had to admit she was somewhat surprised Sig managed to last as long as she did in the hold. The two had worked each over quite a bit in another spar only a little while ago, yet the blonde was still enduring quite a bit.

But of course it wouldn’t last forever, and soon the raven haired beauty smirked as her pet finally tapped out and begged for mercy. She let go of Sig, then pushed the girl’s arms off her thighs and allowed her to flop down to the mattress.

“That makes one minute.” Minerva said as she turned herself around on Sig’s body, now facing her feet. “Lets see if we can add to that.” A sadistic little laugh flowed from her lips as she reached out and attempted to grab onto Sig’s legs. If she caught them, she’d then pull back on them to apply a boston crab.

Sig grunted and panted as she was pushed down to the bed, her body felt a bit heavy after being subjected to Minerva's hold. It seemed that she's holding out a bit too long than necessary. It felt good, though, even if it left her with little strength to move. Her body felt a little electrified by the remaining pain and pleasure mixture.

Her mistress wasn't about to let her take a break, though. Soon enough her legs were grabbed and her body was stretched again, this time by the Boston Crab hold.

"Nnnggahh...!" the blonde cried, her fingers dug onto the mattress as her body was tortured once again.

Minerva laughed a bit as Sig once again began to cry out in pain as the mistress applied the boston crab. Having already worked her over with a camel clutch just moments ago, she was sure the blonde had to be in a considerable amount of pain and discomfort.

“Ready to tap again, my dear?” Minerva asked, wondering how long her pet would be able to hold on. And just for a little added fun, she started to grind her rear on Sig’s back as she continued to wrench back on the girl’s legs with the boston crab.

"Auughh... n-not yeeet...!" Sig squealed as she heard Minerva's taunting, despite not really in a condition to endure the hold for too long.

The moment her mistress began to grind that luscious rear of hers on her back, the blonde began to grunt and writhe in further discomfort. There's no telling how many more holds the raven haired beauty was going to put her into, and her endurance was decreasing rapidly at this rate. She decided to give fairly quickly this time.

"Nnnghh... I-I submiitt, mistresss...!" the blonde cried as she tapped the bed a few times.

“Hm? Already?” Minerva asked in a slightly teasing tone. “What’s the matter, Sig? Too much for you to handle?” Of course the mistress knew the mounting pain of everything they’d done to this point would become increasingly difficult for the blonde to deal with. Not that it mattered much to her, though. It was just one more thing she could use to her advantage. And besides, she felt pretty certain they’d both enjoy the end result of all of this.

“That adds another minute.” Minerva said while releasing Sig’s legs and letting them flop back down. This time, feeling a bit more generous, she did give her pet a few moments to recover, rather than immediately transitioning into the next hold. But then, she finally turned back around before attempting to roll Sig onto her back again. And from there she’d try to inch forward up the blonde’s lithe body until she was sitting on the girl’s upper chest in a schoolgirl pin, with her knees holding Sig’s arms down.

“One...” she’d say, starting a pin count while grinning smugly down at the cute face between her powerful thighs.

Sig could only groaned and wriggled sluggishly as Minerva teased her, knowing fully well that her mistress already knew just how weakened she was at the moment and taking full advantage of it. At least this time she was given a bit of recovery time. It's barely enough, however, and Sig was then turned around once again as Minerva sat on her chest to pin her with the schoolgirl pin.

"Ughh..." the blonde squirmed, although she definitely couldn't dislodge her mistress off her this way.

She'd try to kick one of her legs out, though, to show the raven haired beauty that she could still resist even a little.

Minerva watched in amusement as her pet squirmed beneath her, trying to throw the mistress off her chest. But even as she kicked her leg out in resistance, it still wasn’t enough to knock the raven haired beauty from her perch.

“Two...”

She gave a slight pause while smirking down at the girl, dragging out the count. She wanted to try to drive the point home just how helpless Sig was beneath her. And if Sig still wasn’t able to push her off, Minerva would then finally end the count to secure another minute of worship from the blonde.

“Three.”

The bed's mattress wasn't the best surface to make her kicking useful unlike a wrestling mat, a fact that Sig realized as she failed to make Minerva budge from her seat. The count moved to two. She attempted to gather her strength a bit more the next time, trying to take advantage at her mistress' intentional stalling while pouting at her, before bucking herself off rather strongly, or at least trying to.

"Hnnnggghh...!"

Nothing really happened, apart from the third count being finalized. The blonde tried to buck herself a few more times afterwards even if it'd be pointless, just to express a bit of her frustration, pouting the entire time.

"Hmmpphh!"

After the third count was made, Minerva couldn’t help but giggle while looking down at Sig’s cute and pouting face while the girl tried to buck underneath her. She remained firmly seated on top of the girl, and casually rested her hands on her hips.

“Aww. It’s ok, my pet.” she said, reaching a hand down to pat Sig gently on her cheek. “I’m going to give you a choice now. You can either surrender now and end the spar, and we’ll start your three minutes of worship right here and now. Or, if you haven’t had enough yet, we can continue this spar, and I’ll continue defeating you until you’re ready to give up.” she said smugly, as if victory would just be a guaranteed thing.

“But if you do decide to give up, I want you to beg to worship your mistress’ body. So then, what will it be?”

The patting on her cheek and Minerva's teasing only made Sig blushed, although she's definitely enjoyed being belittled by her mistress like this. Each defeat seemed to turn her on, which only fueled her defiance. She decided to calm down a bit and stop her struggling, before giving Minerva a daring look. Her choice was clear.

"I'm not done, mistress," she said cheekily.