The Wicked Game

Sig didn't remember ever being turned on so much just from having a foot rubbed all over her face. With Minerva moving her foot on her features, she could feel the sole caressing her cheeks, forehead, chin, brushing her hair a bit, and she's loving it. Her logic stopped at some point and she felt like she's slowly getting addicted to Minerva's foot for some reason.

"Mmmmm... y-yes m-mistresss... mmbbm..." she answered while the raven haired beauty was sliding her foot back and forth on her lips. "I-I love theemmhh..."

The blonde even gave it a kiss just to illustrate her point, something that made her eyes blinked once when she realized what she just did. Wasn't they still in a spar? Then why did she's acting as if Minerva was ordering her to worship her feet? Why she also felt like she wanted to lick the foot that was so close to her lips as well now...?

A giggle escaped Minerva’s lips when she heard her pet’s answer and felt the kiss against her sole. She knew Sig loved her body, but to start worshipping her foot in the middle of a spar without even being told to? Now that was amusing. And it seemed the mistress had found another way she could have lots of fun teasing Sig.

She pulled her foot off of Sig’s face, but only after dragging her smooth sole over the girl’s features one more time. Then, still holding on to the German’s arm by gripping her wrist, she released the armbar and reached across to try to grab Sig’s other wrist as well. If she could get it, she’d immediately sit down on the mat right behind Sig’s head while holding onto both of the girl’s arms to keep them restrained.

“Well then, since you love them so much...” she’d say, before lifting her feet and setting them both down right on top of Sig’s cute face. “By all means, enjoy~”

Sig groaned as Minerva pulled her foot away, feeling like she hadn't had enough of it for a bit until she realized what she just did. Before she could gather her mind together to analyze what was going on, though, her mistress was already on the move again, securing both her arms now while shifting her position behind her to set something up. Her squirming was brief and inefficient to say the least, as Minerva would then place her feet on her face!

"Mmmmm...!" the lithe blonde let out a muffled cry, her body bucked off slightly.

Just like before, however, her initial reaction would fade quickly the moment she inhaled more aphrodisiac from Minerva's feet. She moaned and writhe instead while the soles of her mistress were planted on her features, keeping her on the docile state of mind.

After settling her feet on Sig’s face, another laugh escaped Minerva’s lips as she watched her pet very briefly struggle before weakly moaning and writhing beneath her soles instead. She adored the sight of the blonde’s lithe form lightly squirming around, and loved the fact she completely had the girl under control with only her feet. She could smother Sig like this until she was unconscious if she wanted. Just the thought alone made the Danish amazon feel like a mighty goddess. The fact that her pet gave her this feeling so often was one of her favorite things about her.

“How’re you holding up down there, my pet?” Minerva asked. She also began to press down a bit more on Sig’s face with her feet, and occasionally slid the soles forward and backward a bit, just to enjoy the feeling of the girl’s face underneath her feet.

Minerva's laugh only further add to Sig's embarrassment, although she could do nothing about her situation as it was. With more pressure applied on her features, she could feel herself getting weaker and lightheaded, her mind without a doubt had been intoxicated by this strange scent that's mixed with her mistress' feet's as well. The blonde could feel her womanhood tingling down there, probably getting quite wet already at the moment.

"Mmmbbbppp..."

On top of the incredible rush it gave Minerva to have another woman completely pinned and subdued just by using her face as a footrest, this position offered some other nice benefits the Dane only now noticed. She had a wonderful view of Sig’s body, sprawled out and on full display. And the feeling of her pet’s breath against her feet felt quite nice too.

But soon she felt like changing things up a bit. So Minerva took her soles off of Sig’s cute face and lifted the girl’s head up, only to scoot forward so she could close her thighs around the sides of the blonde’s head. She extended her legs and crossed them at the ankles, then squeezed with her powerful thighs to apply a headscissor.

Minerva's soles left her feet again, giving her some breathing space which she'd take by gasping for air. Sig wasn't allowed too much respite time, however, as her mistress would shift herself and use her legs to trap her head in a headscissor next.

The lithe blonde groaned and squirmed helplessly, unable to do anything as Minerva still got a hold of her arms. She's totally at the raven haired beauty's mercy as it was!

"Nnnngghhh... g-gaahh..."

“How’s that, Sig? Do you like it when I squeeze your head with my thighs?” Minerva asked tauntingly, and giggled as she gave the blonde’s head and neck another squeeze. But as fun as it was watching her pet squirm so helplessly, it almost didn’t feel fair. So, curious to see how much of a difference it would make, Minerva let go of Sig’s arms, freeing them up to be used however the trapped German girl wished.

But at the same time, Minerva kept the pressure on with her headscissor. She had no intention of forcing a submission from the girl just yet, but all the same it was fun to watch her squirm, and she was quite enjoying the view of it all from here.

Sig's response to Minerva's taunt was an agonized grunt as her mistress continued to squeeze her head with that powerful thighs of hers. Even with her hands being let go, she barely had the strength to put a fight anymore in her current state. She did try to pry the legs of Minerva, but the result was pretty obvious as her arms would give up after a bit. Meanwhile, her head was getting light from the pressure, and Sig felt like she'd black out soon enough if Minerva continued her torture.

"Uuughhh... m-mistress..."

Minerva could see just how much distress the blonde was between her thighs. But she simply sat there and watched Sig pry futilely at her legs, which remained firmly in place. The Danish mistress simply grinned down at the helpless girl and waited until it seemed she was on the brink of passing out, and only then released the headscissor.

“Getting tired, my pet?” Minerva teased while moving a finger to lightly brush a few of Sig’s golden hairs out of her face. She then pulled the girl up into a sitting position between Minerva’s outstretched legs, which then moved to overlap and intertwine themselves with Sig’s. The dark haired beauty pressed her front into the girl’s back, and snaked her hands around to slide over Sig’s chest.

But before her pet could get too comfortable, Minerva would then start stretching Sig’s legs apart with her own. And at the same time one hand proceeded to fondle and massage one of Sig’s breasts, while the other simply rubbed over her torso, gradually traveling lower and lower until it was starting to approach the girl’s exposed womanhood.