Mariko Ishii vs Hiro

It was clear Hiro was every bit as upset as he appeared after being slapped in the face, but the blush that accompanied his protest was quite amusing too. Was this just because of the shock of being struck, or did Hiro have some conflicting masochistic thoughts in that head of his? Regardless, once he blurted out how important his face was to him, Hiro might as well have painted a big target on it for Mariko.

“Oh really?” she replied, lips curling into a smirk. Unlike him, the vixen was hardly even paying attention to the laughing crowd, though it didn’t escape her notice when Hiro reacted to it and seemed to get even more flustered.

Mariko fully intended to take advantage of this new apparent weakness of Hiro’s, but before she could try the boy suddenly launched himself right at her, and a grunt escaped her lips as he tackled her to the mat. Not the most technical move ever, but he did at least bring her to the ground.

However, that wasn’t by any means a safe place to be with Mariko. And almost as soon as she went down, her legs shot up to try to wrap themselves tightly around Hiro’s waist to apply another body scissor to the handsome young man.

"Ha!" Hiro exclaimed, somewhat smugly, as he managed to bring down Mariko to the mat. "Now you're not going to make fun of me anym-ggahh...!" his attempt to taunt her was brought to an abrupt end as the woman wrapped her legs around his waist, trapping him in another scissor. "Ghh... d-damn it..." the boy whined as his hands immediately reached for the thighs of Mariko to try prying off the hold.

If only he was a bit stronger, he probably would have tried to do it with just one hand instead of using both. Like this, obviously he couldn't really defend himself from Mariko's hands. Maybe if he could just lean backwards and put himself out of the reach from his opponent, he could somewhat prevent her from trying funny business...

"Urrgg..."

Laughter burst from Mariko’s lips as Hiro went from making a confident proclamation to yelling in agony while her thighs squeezed against his body. “I’m sorry. Were you saying something?” she asked teasingly as he struggled against her legs. And though she felt confident she could hold Hiro like this for a while, those hands of his weren’t going to let her get as much out of it as she’d like. That needed to be fixed.

Mariko reached out to grab onto one of Hiro’s wrists, and would then attempt to pull his upper body toward her while snaking her legs further up, attempting to trap the young man’s head, neck and arms between her legs in a triangle choke.

Hiro tried to brush off Mariko's laughing, but with her legs already trapping his body, it might not be too hard for her to notice the little signs, whether it's just a brief twitching or shudder. Meanwhile, the woman also pulled him towards her some more, shifting the scissor into the triangle choke that pretty much left him at her mercy. A pro might be able to find out how to get out from this hold, but Hiro was anything but an experienced wrestler so there's that.

"L-let me go..." he croaked while squirming around as much as he's allowed to, hoping that he could somehow slip away from her grasps.

Mariko’s expression did nothing to hide her amusement at the sight of Hiro struggling and squirming between her legs. Certainly, no hold was inescapable. But as things stood, it seemed the handsome young man’s chances of finding freedom from Mariko’s thighs were quite slim.

But, the vixen still wasn’t quite satisfied with this. As helpless as he seemed, he still had enough audacity to think he could command her. And Mariko had no intention of ending this until Hiro understood that in this ring, he was her bitch. To try to emphasize this, she then attempted to swing her hips to the side and roll them over while keeping the hold in, hoping to result with her sitting atop his chest and neck while applying a mounted version of the triangle choke.

“What did I say about making demands?” Mariko would ask, before swinging a hand down to slap Hiro’s face. Now that she knew what his “prized possession” was, she had every intention of using it to her advantage as much as she could. And with it firmly trapped between her smooth thighs, that would be quite an easy task.

Hiro found himself being rolled over instead, and soon enough the weight of Mariko would press on his chest and neck to make breathing a difficult task. While he was still busy squirming helplessly under the woman, his face took another slap from Mariko, and his cheeks soon turned red from the embarrassment.

"Ghh... S-stop that...!" he protested, his free arm immediately covering his face for protection.

It seemed that the woman are purposely targeting his face now after that little outburst. His own fault, really, but it's one of those things he couldn't help most of the times. At the very least, though, he'd try to keep squirming and pull his arm to make it difficult for Mariko to really control him. Or so was the plan.

"G-get off..."

Mariko grinned down at the face trapped between her legs as Hiro tried to struggle and protect his unfortunate face. It was clear even in his less than advantageous predicament he wasn’t ready to stop resisting. But that only meant Mariko had plenty of excuse to keep toying with him as she pleased, and the thought made her grin spread even wider.

“No.” she retorted when Hiro told her to get off, then crossed her arms in front of her while continuing to casually sit on his chest and neck. “You’re just a piece of furniture for me to use, and I’ll sit on you as long as I want~” she said, before reaching down to pull his arm away from his face, and would then slap at it with her free hand again. But, despite her words, having her boots on made it feel a little awkward for her legs to stay crossed as they were.

And at that thought, another idea popped into Mariko’s mind. She reached down and pulled the boots off her feet and tossed them aside, then reached her hands out to grab both of Hiro’s wrists. Once she had them, she’d then uncoil her legs from around the young man while scooting back to sit on his stomach, before lifting her stocking-covered feet up and resting them right on top of Hiro’s handsome and treasured face, attempting to smother him beneath her soles.

"F-fur... n-no way..." Hiro continued to be defiant despite being in the inferior position, his face blushed deep as Mariko considered him to be nothing more than an object, his whole body feeling the shiver. "Ah!" another slap quickly silenced him, though.

With the boy's struggling getting weaker, Mariko then took off her boots and grabbed his arms, before shifting the hold a bit to give him a bit more breathing space. Hiro felt a little relief, but obviously he wasn't about to be let go just like that. If anything, Mariko now planted her feet on his face, while keeping his arms secured to prevent him from doing anything about it!

"N-no! D-don't...Mmmppphhh!!!" Hiro protested before his face was smothered by the stocking covered sole of Mariko, his struggle renewed as he began to squirm and try pulling his face away from the woman's feet in vain. "Hmmggghh...!"

Mariko laughed out again when Hiro started struggling beneath her. His head tried to move away from her smooth, stocking covered soles, but no matter where his head went the vixen’s feet followed, remaining firmly planted over Hiro’s handsome face.

She then started to slide her soles back and forth over the young man’s features, though she was careful to make sure no air - or at least very little - made its way to Hiro. Mariko could only imagine how embarrassing this must’ve been for him, but that thought only added to her amusement. And it wasn’t going to stop there.

“What’s the matter? Having a little trouble breathing?” she teased with a giggle. “I’ll make you a deal. Kiss my feet, and I might think about letting you up. How’s that sound?”

Hiro was still trying to escape from Mariko's foot smothering regardless of how futile it was, but soon enough he realized that it was an impossible task. The rubbing of the woman feet on his features made his embarrassment growing while his body was weakened from the lack of air. It's quite a predicament for the boy indeed as he could only writhe and grunt under Mariko.

Hearing what his opponent said, his first reaction was to shake his head a bit to show his defiance. Unfortunately, it took only seconds for Hiro to realize that there didn't seem to be other way for him to get out from this position. Between kissing Mariko's feet or to faint from being smothered by them, it was a choice of bad and worse, or so it looked to the boy.

After a brief moment of futile struggling, he finally began to kiss Mariko's sole reluctantly. His whole body slightly trembling as he did so. While he had kissed a lot of woman's feet before, it was his first time to do it in public. He could feel his face burning with shame.

"Mmff... mmmff..."