Wolf In Sheep's Clothing

...so, being honest, this wasn’t the worst thing in the world. Yes, licking her feet like this was the last thing that a man with his image should’ve been doing, but, well, it was private. They were all alone, didn’t have to worry about this getting out so long as he played nice. It was all just a matter of his pride, and he’d seen where pride got him with this woman. He could turn the notches down on that for a little bit, no big deal.

And besides, it was clearly making Rizu happy, which was a good thing for him in general. Though the verdict was out on whether or not that smile of hers was a good thing.

He opened his mouth to respond when her foot shut up, making him shudder as her toes slid along his skin. Whatever he could say about this woman - and, oh, he had a lot to say - he couldn't deny how sexy she was, how easily she could turn him on. He was honestly starting to wonder why she was stuck in the nurse’s office, why she hadn’t tried her hand in the ring. Maybe she wouldn’t be stealing any belts, but she’d have success, no way around that.  

Prayuth snorted as she gave him that little pat, and glanced off to the side as she asked her question, putting more than a little edge into her voice. She knew the answer he was going to give, but she wanted to hear it. Live and loud.

”Yeah…” He grumbled, then cleared his throat and spoke up, still not making eye contact. ”Yeah. Yeah, your feet are nice.”

The answer wasn’t a surprise, but it did please her. Though, she found it cute that Pray couldn’t bring himself to look at her while he said it. Giggling, she brought her foot to his cheek and used it to gently turn his head until he was facing her again.

“That’s very sweet of you, Pray-kun. In fact, I think I may even give you a little reward. A good dog deserves his treats, after all. But first…” Moving around to his side, the nurse swung a leg over him and brought herself to sit astride his back as if she were mounting a horse. She shifted around a moment to get comfortable, and to enjoy the feeling of his toned muscles under her ass and against her inner thighs. Then she pointed over to an empty bench next to a rack of dumbbells.

“Be a good boy and take us over to that bench.” She could have just walked over there. But of course this way would continue to emphasize her domination and control over him.

And it was just more fun for her.

Pray couldn’t exactly verbalize why he didn’t want to look at Rizu right now, but if he had to make an attempt, he’d say it was a mix of shame and fear. She had a weird way of rubbing the situation into his face with that look of hers, reminding him of just how easily he’d gotten trick by a pretty face and a sweet mouth. Maybe some small part of him worried that he could fall under her spell again, and while he didn’t know how she could twist him any worse, he didn’t have a real interest in finding out.

It hardly mattered, because he didn’t have much say in the matter, as she forced him to look up with a simple raising of her foot. What came after that was more humiliation, adding to the pile as she walked around and sat on his back. She made herself comfortable. Settled in. The only things missing were a saddle and riding crop, and he was half-surprised she didn’t whip those out.

She wasn’t heavy. Quite light. If anything, it felt good to have her on his back - nice and soft and smooth, flesh against his flesh. But the indignity was a heavy burden,and he bared it as he trotted forward to the bench, taking care to not let her slip off. He could only imagine what would happen if he did.

They made the short trip well enough, with her moving to the side for her to get off. ”Here...here we go.”

Rizu could hardly have been enjoying this more. She’d broken Pray in like a horse, and was now riding him like one through her private gym. And he was proceeding with careful steps, keeping his balance to make sure she wouldn’t stumble or fall. Chances were it was out of fear for the potential consequences rather than genuine consideration for Rizu, but she noticed and appreciated it regardless. And she would keep it in mind when giving Pray his “reward” too.

“Good boy,” she said as he came to a stop by the bench, then reached a hand out to pet his head before finally getting off of him. Then she stood with her back facing the bench, looking down at Pray while a finger pointed to the ground.

“Lie down, on your back.”

And so they arrived at their destination. Somehow, the trip felt a lot longer than Pray thought it should’ve ee in reality, but he guessed he shouldn’t really complain. In truth, he was just glad that she hadn’t stretched it out longer, and even gladder than she hadn’t chosen to record this particular part.

He came over to the bench as she instructed and allowed himself to relax for the briefest of moments as she dismounted. It wasn’t long before she was giving out orders, though, along with that annoying little pat on the head. He did as told, rolling over and getting to his back, but something about this was making his hairs raise, and he couldn’t resist the temptation to inquire.

”What…” He bit his lip as he looked up at her, seeing how tall and imposing she seemed right now. ”What are you doing?”

The sight of Pray lying helpless at her feet and looking up at her almost fearfully was on Rizu had been treated to many times tonight already, but it was one she wouldn’t be growing tired of anytime soon. Each individual case was burned into her memory, and many immortalized on her phone too. She considered doing the same for this moment. However, just knowing what was already on her phone had played a significant role in his submission and obedience to her. Pray was being a good boy, and part of his reward was a reduction in potentially career-threatening pictures being taken. That said, she was still holding her phone close just in case.

“I’m going to give you a treat for being so good, Pray-kun,” she answered with a light giggle. The nurse sat down on the bench, then raised her feet up, and gently pressed both stocking-covered soles on Pray’s face, completely covering it. He seemed to like them, and didn’t sound like he was lying when he said as much himself earlier. So this was the second part of his reward for being so obedient. No painful holds, no being choked out. She was just letting him enjoy the feet he liked to his heart’s content. For the moment, at least.

For the first several seconds she just held them in place. Then she began to slowly slide her soles around, letting the soft, smooth fabric covering her soles rub over his face. Periodically her foot would move over and near his lips, allowing him to kiss or lick either of them if he wished.

Prayuth wasn’t sure what Rizu meant when she talked about a reward, but he’d just assumed she’d sit on his face or choke him out again. The worst thing he feared was that her kinks went more extreme than this, to a point he’d have no chance of catching up to. As humiliating as all of this was and as much as it threatened his career, he could at least kind of get into it. Enjoy it, more than he wanted her to know. But he’d stumbled on plenty of crazy things on the internet, and knew enough to let his imagination run wild with X-Rated worst-case scenarios.

Lucky him, that didn’t turn out to be the case. Rizu promised a reward, and that was what she gave. Sort of.

Prayuth jumped in surprise as her feet came to his face, but eased a moment later. This wasn’t so bad, right? Nice and gentle, for once. Stroking his face, rubbing his legs. A smooth, comforting feeling. Yeah, it was still in domination territory, but, well...he didn’t hate it. In fact, he couldn’t ignore the reaction it was having with certain lower extremities.

No cameras on him, now. No audience. Just the two of them…

Prayuth started to give Rizu was she was looking for, licking at her toes running his tongue along her feet, suckling here and sucking there. It was a nice foot, as feet went. The sort of clean, immaculate foot you would expect from a nurse. Smelled good. Warm, too.

Prayuth closed his eyes and just decided to enjoy the moment.

Rizu imagined how this moment would look captured in a picture. Not just something she took on her phone for blackmail purposes, but by a professional photographer, at a perfect angle to the side, capturing all the wonderful details. His body lying still, her stocking-covered feet resting on his face, the gentle smile etched on her beautiful face as she looked down on him, even his growing arousal from it all. She decided in her mind that “True Submission” would be a fitting title for such a picture.

He was unrestrained, but made no attempt to take her feet off his face. If anything Pray seemed to bask in their gentle caress, as her smooth soles rubbed over him. He even began to lick and worship her feet without even being told to, and she enjoyed the feeling of his tongue brushing lightly along her soles and toes… Oh, what the hell. Rizu took her phone, silenced it so Pray wouldn’t hear, then took a picture of her feet resting on top of his face. It wasn’t the same as the grand image she pictured in her mind, but it was good enough for her.

It was soon rather clear Pray was enjoying it quite a bit as well. “Hm, what have we here~?” she asked teasingly, moving one foot off his face and down his body, then rubbing it against the tent he was pitching, only his shorts and underwear separating them from direct contact. Then she looked down at him again with that deceptively sweet smile.

“Take them off.”

Prayuth supposed he shouldn’t have been too surprised, here. Things like this happened all the time to movie stars.

Okay, not being tricked and dominated by a psycho nurse with a wrestling fetish, he was fairly sure that wasn’t too common. But blackmail? That wasn’t a new thing, especially in an age where just about every electronic thing you bought doubled as a camera. Some random fan grabs a picture of you from that night you had ten drinks too many, and she wants 10 Mil or she’s letting it all out on Instagram. He’d heard the horror stories, but he never thought he’d be in one.

He supposed it wasn’t as bad as all that. Rizu didn’t seem interested in bank account. But, at the same time, she wanted something he’d have a little bit of a harder time getting back: His pride. Maybe his sanity, since he was entering this weird space where he thought this wasn’t that bad, where he almost wanted to do everything she asked him.

It was a strange feeling, and it only grew stranger when she moved her foot to his lower body, taking a clear interest in some of his lower extremities. He tensed up as she touched the tender spot between his legs. Her next command was obvious, but she asked - no, demanded it, anyway.

Hesitant at first, he took a deep breath before he broke his gaze and looked down. Slow, steady, he slid his pants and underwear off together, working them down his ankles and letting his pride and joy stand at full attention - he wasn’t supernaturally hung or anything, but a good size. Especially at this moment, when the effect she was having on him was crystal clear.

What came next? He had no idea, and he suspected that uncertainty was only making him harder.

An almost catlike purr came from the nurse as Pray revealed his erect manhood. As far as size went, she knew where many on Tension’s roster stood, no pun intended. Then again, that kind of knowledge was hardly a secret considering how frequent hentai matches and the sort took place. But, at least as far as Rizu knew, she was the first in the company to see his, and she liked what she saw. Pray was certainly bigger than her ex-husband had been. That thought, and knowing it had gotten hard like this from her feet rubbing all over his face, prompted a grin to tug at her lips.

“I’m going to give you a choice now, Pray-kun,” she said. The foot that had been teasing his covered member a moment ago now moved back by the other, both coming to rest gently on his face again. “We can pick back up where we just left off, while you use your hand to take care of that down there. Or…” Her feet raised up, both moving to his cock. The side of one foot lightly brushed against his hardened shaft while the sole of the other teased the tip. “...I can take care of this myself. The choice is yours.”

Her left foot left Pray’s manhood, moving back onto his handsome face once more.

“Option A?” Her left foot rubbed lightly over his face for a second or two before resting still. “Or option B?” Her right foot briefly rubbed against his cock. Rizu looked down into his eyes and patiently awaited his decision.