The Wicked Game

Sig felt like she wasn't putting as much strength as she could when she tossed Minerva to the corner, but the raven haired beauty didn't seem to put up too much resistance either. With her mistress crashed onto the turnbuckle, she immediately went after the woman, although her steps seemed sluggish after the smothering from before.

Perhaps she could just take the time to recover instead of trying to subdue Minerva. For some reason, however, Sig just wanted to get close to the woman, whether to tangle around with her or being caught... It was rather strange considering she didn't feel like she's missing Minerva that much. Maybe after all these times, she developed an attachment to the raven haired beauty that only registered to her subconscious or something.

She began to dash towards Minerva as the distance between them were closing. This could do more harm than good to her, but Sig wasn't really thinking of the consequences, regardless of the stake they're having in this spar. The feisty blonde would attempt to turn around when she inches away from Minerva, aiming to ram her back on her mistress' front and keep her cornered.

"Yaaaah...!"

After being sent into the corner, Minerva’s arms draped over the top ropes on either side of her, and she watched as the blonde came running toward her. Considering Sig started her charge so soon after tossing Minerva away, the impending impact would normally be almost immediate. However, Sig’s fatigue had slowed her down significantly, a fact which certainly didn’t escape Minerva’s notice.

Still, the mistress elected to remain still and wait just a bit longer, and a grunt was forced from her lips when Sig rammed back-first into her. “Ngh!” The attack found its mark, but potentially at a cost. The blonde would have just a second or two to capitalize on her hit. But if she failed to, Minerva’s arms would leave the top ropes and lash out at Sig, attempting to coil around the girl’s body and pull her into a tight and painful embrace.

She probably didn't hit Minerva as hard as she could, but Sig felt that it should at least kept her mistress stunned for a bit. Enough for her to take a second or two to tease the woman by slightly grinding her rear side on her front. Or not, apparently. Just as she's about to keep Minerva pinned at the corner with a more serious effort, the woman's arms suddenly wrapped around her lithe form and trapped her in a tight embrace!

"Ahhh!" Sig cried and squirmed immediately, rubbing some more of her back on Minerva's delicious curve, which, for some reason only turning her on further... "N-not fair...! I'm just... nnghh... getting to the good part...!" she whined childishly.

Minerva chuckled at Sig’s whining as she squeezed the girl in her clutches. “Aww, how unfortunate.” she teased. “But don’t worry, my pet. I’m sure this will be just as fun~”

With that, she lowered her head to plant a series of small kisses along the side of Sig’s neck, tracing from top to bottom. After that, she lightly dragged the tip of her tongue down the line of kisses she’d just planted.

But then it was time to move from that little bit of pleasure, back to pain again. And Minerva would hoist Sig up while squeezing her with her reverse bear hug, and walk out toward the middle of the ring. Once there, she’d lean back and attempt to toss the blonde down to the mat with a German Suplex!

"Nnn...!" Sig continued to whine as Minerva licking and kissing her neck, her struggle was pretty much useless as it was.

Their physical difference aside, the feeling of her mistress' breasts pressing tightly against her back and the teasing on her neck were disrupting her more than what she thought they should be. It's been a feeling that's settling throughout this spar, and somehow Sig felt like Minerva might have done something, even if she didn't know what it was.

She couldn't dwell too much into the thought, however, as the raven haired beauty would carry her around while securing her in the reverse bearhug, her lithe form could only squirm helplessly. With her strength weakening, Minerva then dealt the decisive blow by hammering back to the mat with the German Suplex!

"Gwaahh!" Sig cried as her back hit the mat, her body ready to flop is she was released by her mistress.

Minerva released her pet’s body and let it flop down to the mat immediately after planting her with the german suplex. With a proud and confident smirk still etched onto her perfect features, she picked herself up and walked around beside Sig’s prone form.

She knelt down to grab the blonde’s arm, then draped her legs across the girl’s chest while leaning back to apply an armbar! For a few seconds Minerva would really crank up the pressure of the hold, but then she would let up some, though she still kept the arm trapped. She’d then pull her foot back and rest the sole right across Sig’s mouth and nose, as if trying to smother her with it.

Stunned from the slam, Sig could only watch Minerva's tall figure walking around her. She was powerless to stop the raven haired beauty at the moment, and could only squirm a bit in a vain attempt to resist the woman.

"Aaahh...!" she cried as her mistress then subjected her to the armbar, her tortured arm felt the strain as Minerva wasn't really holding back with the hold.

Fortunately, the raven haired beauty didn't wrench her arm for too long, although she did something else to make up for it. As she panted for air, Sig then noticed that Minerva moved one of her feet, moving and planting it on her face, ultimately blocking her nose and mouth.

"Mnnghh...! Mmmhfff...!" the blonde groaned in protest, shaking her head and body left and right weakly in a helpless struggle.

Though she felt the blonde struggling, Minerva knew she had the girl well-trapped. While the mistress kept Sig in place with the armbar, she kept the sole of her foot planted on the girl’s face to keep her from breathing. But then she brought her other foot up and rested it over one of Sig’s breast, then began to rub it teasingly over the fleshy orb.

“Hmm. I bet you’re loving this. Aren’t you, my pet?” Minerva asked teasingly with a giggle. This certainly hadn’t been Sig’s first encounter with the Dane’s feet. But with the “extra element” Minerva had brought into this spar, she knew the German was experiencing them in a way she hadn’t before. And she was curious to see what sort of reaction it drew from Sig.

Sig's response to Minerva's taunting was a series of muffled moans while she squirmed some more in the hold. She was pretty sure she had encountered her mistress' foot on more than one occasion, but for some reason, it felt different now. The scent seemed to be stronger, and the feeling of the sole rubbing on her features was turning her on more than how it used to be. She might be imagining things, but Minerva seemed to have a stronger charm than usual today.

The other foot that rubbed her breast further turned her putty within Minerva's grasp. The blonde didn't even try to pull her arm from her mistress' grip, simply writhing and moaning instead from the woman's feet teasing her. It's as if she's silently confirming what the raven haired beauty stated about loving her predicament...

"Nnnmmhh... nnmmhh..."

Though her pet had been feisty as ever in this spar, Minerva could sense the girl’s submissive side emerging. Sig was no longer really trying to free herself, but simply writhing around instinctively. And the moans muffled against Minerva’s sole only made it even clearer.

Minerva moved her foot off of Sig’s mouth and nose to stop smothering her with it, but then began to lightly slide and rub her smooth sole all over the blonde’s face. Over her cheeks, across her forehead, everywhere she could, as if she wanted her pet to be completely consumed by the smell and feel of her foot. She eventually brought it back over the girl’s mouth, but didn’t press down to smother her. Instead, she just slid it gently back and forth over her lips, from the heel all the way to the toes, then repeated.

“You love your mistress’ feet. Don’t you, Sig?” Of course Minerva already knew the answer, but she wanted to hear it from her pet’s lips.