The Hedonist and the Masochist, a study of excesses

It had been a fierce internal struggle, one that had taken all the time it took for both of them to get dressed and most of the drive, but Emily had finally decided on bringing Kelsi home instead of a motel. Given the girl's tastes, her home would probably be better suited to what was about to happen. Some part of Emily felt a little strange about beating on the girl like this after the match was over, but that part was drowned by the fact of how this girl actively wanted to have the living shit beaten out of her. Her inner hedonist saw no reason to deny this girl that pleasure, and thus she ended up bringing Kelsi home. Leading the girl in, she decided that the apartment was certainly spacious enough, with the large practice mat laid out in the living room.

Directing Kelsi to one of the of the couches, Emily made her way to the kitchen, grabbing some glasses and a bottle of wine. The match had left Emily plenty thirsty, and she supposed that she might as well get Kelsi something to drink.

Leaving the kitchen, Emily brought the glasses and the bottle to the couch, sitting down next to Kelsi and pouring out the glasses.

"I don't know about you," Emily said, taking her glass, "But I'm thirsty. You ought to drink up too."

Immediately after their match, Kelsi's psyche was in a weird state. At first, she had degraded to an animal of passion, thirsty for more of everything Emily had given her and hardly embarrassed to show it. Emily practically had to force her to put her street clothes on, and even then she wore everything as loosely as she could. By the time they were most of the drive to Emily's apartment, though, she had gotten hold of herself... mostly. While Kelsi was usually timid and modest almost to an extreme, some of the feelings that had made their way through in the match were still lingering about the surface. It was not an entirely unfamiliar feeling, but she still hadn't felt this way since she had first arrived in Japan.

By the time she was patiently waiting on the redhead's couch while Emily got some drinks, the t-shirt that cut just above her naval and the baggy jeans below felt too... improper for their setting. A blush ran across her face and she pressed her wrists together, giving a slight bow, as she was offered some wine. "Oh, um, yes... er, thank you," she replied meekly before taking a sip from her own glass.

"It's fine," Emily said simply, "Go ahead and drink."

With that, the redhead downed her own glass and poured herself another, waiting for the blonde to take a drink. It hadn't even been five minutes and Emily was already feeling unimaginably awkward about what was to come. It could be said that, in a way, she still wasn't entirely sure if she wanted to beat this girl even more, especially when she acted so submissively already. At the same time, there was some part of Emily that loved that submissiveness and wanted to push it to its very limit, wanted to feel Kelsi screaming and writhing under her, whether in pain or pleasure she cared not.

Shaking her head to clear the rampant thoughts, Emily simply waited for Kelsi, occasionally sipping her glass in contrast to how she'd downed it earlier.

While a fairly casual drinker, Kelsi was by no means a heavyweight when it came to alcohol, and this was only exemplified as she worked on her glass of wine, each sip making her that much warmer and looser. This was only extenuated by the way Emily had treated her up until now, in both loving and violent capacities during, and to a lesser extent after, their match. A deep, instinctual part of her was reminded of the kind of "affection" she was shown growing up, the way she came to identify the people that cared about her, and whether by the suggestion of wine or her own sober impulse, Kelsi was soon drawing closer to her evening mistress, draping her hands over the redhead's shoulders. Leaning in, she intended to press her lips against Emily's, letting her weight fall against the larger girl as she did.

Emily soon finished her wine and set the glass down only to be caught off guard as Kelsi's arms draped over her shoulders, the blonde's weight resting on Emily, who only had time to turn with a surprised yelp before Kelsi's lips found hers. Caught off guard between the pleasant buzz the drink was giving her and the warmth and softness of the other girl, Emily found herself moaning into the kiss, her hands resting on Kelsi's hips as pressed closer, slipping her tongue past the blonde's lips and exploring her mouth.

...hopefully this isn't moving to fast, but...I don't really care too much...

The longer the two women kissed, the deeper Kelsi pressed herself into her captor and mistress, letting more of her weight fall on the taller girl. This was actually the first time she had engaged in anything sexual with another woman, outside of the drama of the ring, anyway, and up until this point she wasn't sure she had even swung that way. But regardless of her prior preferences, she found herself giving into Emily fully, passionate and excited about what the redhead might do to her next. Wherever this could go, Kelsi was ready for it.

In spite of the real power balance here, Emily soon found Kelsi bearing down on top of her, the weight of the blond pressing down on the redhead as she moaned. Breaking the kiss for a moment Emily shot Kelsi a grin before grabbing onto Kelsi and rolling them off the couch, onto the floor. The redhead quickly straddled the blonde before pulling off Kelsi's t-shirt, fondling one of her breasts as she stared down at Kelsi, looking as if she were trying to decide what to do first.

"Hmm..." Emily wondered, "I think we'll need a bit more room."

With that in mind, Emily rolled them over twice more, leaving them in the center of the training mat. Leaning down, Emily hooked Kelsi's legs with her own, spreading them apart with a grapevine hold as she pressed herself up against the blonde.

"How's this?" Emily asked.

Kelsi let out a surprised yelp as the two of them rolled off the couch and hit the floor, but it wasn't long before she returned to a state of enamored passion as she was stripped of her own top, her supple breast being gently massaged. Again, the two of them tumbled across the floor, this time towards a practice wrestling mat in an open area of the room, before Emily had her straddled again. As her legs were spread apart by Emily's, Kelsi could only look away with a blush, already feeling vulnerable and exposed... just as she had hoped.

Emily frowned down at Kelsi as she turned away. The redhead's fingers dug into Kelsi's breasts like claws, twisting the to punish her for her insolence. Emily slapped Kelsi back towards her direction.

"Did I say you could look away?" Emily snapped, "You lost the match, so don't shy away from what comes next."