The Wicked Game

"Nghh... n-not really..." Sig replied, her hands still trying to pry Minerva's legs apart despite finding it impossible to do so. "Nnnn...!" the blonde then let out a moan as she felt the hands of her mistress kneaded her butt cheeks.

She was getting lightheaded quickly. The pressure on her head aside, the scent emitted from the raven haired beauty also seemed to trigger her arousal faster than normal. Of course, after spending so much time with Minerva, she had developed some sort of attachment to her mistress and her body, but something didn't feel quite right for some reason...

Minerva giggled while giving her hips a little shake while Sig’s head was still trapped between them. She knew if she wanted, she likely could’ve kept her pet trapped right there until she either passed out or decided to submit. But, the mistress wasn’t about to let her fun end so soon.

So, she abruptly released the pressure of the headscissor, but moved a hand to Sig’s back and pushed down to try to force her onto the mat on her front. From there Minerva would quickly try to roll her over, so she could attempt to sit her beautiful rear down right on top of Sig’s cute face.

"Ugh..." Sig groaned as she was released from the scissoring by Minerva, her lithe form easily fall to the mat on her front with just a little push from the woman.

While still gasping for air, she felt her mistress rolled her over, and she could only let out a protesting yelp that was soon muffled by the perfect ass of Minerva. Her body bucked slightly as she cried her protest, but her voice only came as some high pitched mumbling. While she initially tried to struggle and push Minerva off her, her resistance faded almost as soon as it started for some reason. The feeling of her mistress' butt on her face somehow never felt this good, and it affected her will to fight back.

"Mmmrrgg..." the blonde growled, her hands felt like it's pushing a rock or something.

Minerva found her pet’s muffled mumbling to be simply adorable. With a confident smirk, she rested her hands on her hips and waited to see how long Sig’s futile struggling would last. And to her surprise, it was almost immediate. Of course Minerva knew exactly what the reason was, but the effects of the aphrodisiac were surpassing even her expectations.

“Better?~” she asked tauntingly, and rubbed her rear over Sig’s face a few times. Her hands moved down to the blonde’s breast and grabbed onto them, then began to gently squeeze and massage the orbs while she began to slowly rock her hips atop her pet’s face.

"Mmmm...!" Sig responded to Minerva's taunting by a muffled cry, although the massaging on her breasts and the grinding of her mistress' rear would cause them to moan soon enough. "Mmmgghh..."

She writhed under the raven haired beauty, feeling herself losing control of herself in a rapid pace for some reason. It wasn't the first time she found herself in this sort of position for sure, but today, the sensation simply felt divine.

The ass of Minerva, pressed and rubbed all over her features, along with the woman's expert work on her hands were driving her crazy like never before! She almost thought that she could stay like this for a while, only to be reminded by the lack of air that it's not too physically possible.

"Mmmmrrgghhh..." the lithe blonde grunted under her mistress, starting to struggle again, her one of her hands tapping to the thigh of Minerva.

Minerva purred as Sig’s muffled cry of protest vibrated against her. And as the pinned blonde began to writhe about, the mistress continued to massage Sig’s breasts and rub her rear over the girl’s face. Saying she was enjoying herself on her seat would be quite an understatement, and it seemed Sig was liking it just as much as Minerva.

But then the hand tapped on her thigh. Minerva honestly wasn’t sure if her pet was submitting, or if that was just a weak attempt to hit and push her off so Sig could escape. Well, only one way to find out. Keeping her hands over Sig’s breasts, Minerva leaned forward a bit and raised her ass a few inches off of the blonde while grinning bat at her.

“Is my pet surrendering already?” she asked, then gave her rear a little shake. “If you submit, then kiss it.” Minerva commanded, then awaited Sig’s response.

Sig felt quite dizzy as Minerva's ass was lifted off her face. The lack of air aside, there's something else that made her felt weaker and less willing about resisting. She panted for a bit instead of giving her mistress a straight answer, looking a little groggy and entranced by the hovering derriere in front of her. It's almost too tempting to just kiss it.

Almost.

The idea of surrendering so quickly to Minerva seemed to rekindle her resistance, but it wouldn't be too difficult for the raven haired beauty to bring her under control again in this position. Thinking of something wasn't really a task she could do easily at the moment, so Sig decided to just take her chance.

She'd lean forward, pretending to kiss the ass of Minerva before bringing her hands to give those ample cheeks a nice hard slap each. The feisty blonde was planning to send Minerva tumbling to the front afterwards by shoving her off, so she could roll away and make some distance. Getting back to her feet might not be possible in her current condition, so she'd probably have to settle for her hands and knees instead.

For a moment, it really seemed as if Sig was going to surrender and kiss Minerva’s ass just as ordered. But it wasn’t meant to be, at least not yet, and the mistress was abruptly shoved off of the blonde.

Though caught somewhat by surprise, Minerva was grinning again by the time she was up to her feet. “So you have some fight left in you after all, huh? I guess I’ll just have to fix that.” she said with a giggle while moving to close the distance between them. And if Sig hadn’t already picked herself up by then, Minerva would grab onto her blonde hair and use it to guide her pet back to her feet once again.

Sig scoffed at Minerva's teasing, although she found it somewhat harder to get up immediately at the moment. Before she could get up to her feet, her mistress already helped her by grabbing her hair, but Sig had no intention to let the raven haired beauty has their way that easily.

She'd attempt to push Minerva off her a bit, just to make some space between them, before trying to grab an arm of her mistress to try tossing her to the corner. It was a bold effort to say the least considering her current condition, but Minerva probably already knew how reckless she could be at times.

Right after Minerva pulled the blonde back to her feet, she was pushed and stumbled back a step or two. She took a step to close the distance as quickly as it’d been made, but as she reached out for her pet Sig’s hands grabbed onto her arm.

Feeling herself being pulled and “tossed” in the direction of one of the corners, Minerva likely could’ve put a stop to it fairly easily. But, she was curious to see what the girl had in mind. Besides, if things started getting out of hand, she felt confident she could turn things around again whenever she wanted. So for now, she simply let herself get sent into the corner, letting out a little grunt as her back hit against the turnbuckles.