Chloe Mason vs Dmitri Markov Voronov - The Kick-Off

With a body part like the throat, a lot of force and pressure isn’t at all needed to inflict any damage on it. Strikes and chokes to that area can prove to be very effective on their breathing. Chloe didn’t need to put her full weight on it, but enough to have Dmitri gasping for air. She had come to expect this reaction from her victims. They flail and squirt whilst they struggle for much needed oxygen. Of course, Chloe’s intention isn’t to knock him out, knowing all too well on the kind of pressure and how much time needed to do so.

Her sole intention, pun sort of intended, is to torture, just to have him suffer for just a little while. In case Dmitri forgot that she had a sadistic streak. Which he probably wouldn’t have.

In came the real stake of the fight, her foot pressed on his lips, toes shoved into his mouth. He didn’t seem like the person to like it, then again, not many tend to be. But he is the loser and doesn’t really have a say in this. She saw his eyes that pleaded for mercy and is met with harsh apathy. Pushing her foot deeper, it was time for him to get to work. “Now get that tongue working.”

Chloe had done this before, Dmitri was realizing, and often if he had to guess. He could tell by the way she moved her feet, manipulating him with expert ease. She never put too much into it, never went too hard, always showing just enough release to keep him from going to sleep. The reason for that became apparent soon, too. After she’d asserted her dominance in convincing fashion, she had a task for him.

Dmitri didn’t need the cue after her toes found their way into his mouth, but she gave one, anyway, leaving no questions as to who was in control here and what was expected. He didn’t have to like it, but the rules were the rules, and he wasn’t about to go against her at this point.

He swallowed his pride, and her toes followed close behind.

Dmitri rolled his tongue about her toes, making sure be thorough. Not because he found it arousing - though he would be lying if he said the image of her standing over him in control didn’t have some appeal - but because he hoped that pleasing her would shorten his sentence and leave him satisfied. A small hope, but one he clung to as he worked away on her with full effort.

At least he had honour of going through with the stakes. Not that she minded if Dmitri refused, she could force him to go through with it. Which would have been a lot more painful for him. With the way she asserted her dominance and him accepting his fate, Chloe didn't have to go to such tactics.

She at least liked to make herself clear, even if he didn't need the cue as she shoved her foot right on his lips. Like it or not, he has to face the consequences. And so he did.

Expecting some half-assed job like what most of her victims would, Dmitri was surprisingly.... thorough. As if he had done this thing before. That or he just wanted to get the job done first time and be done with it. She could relate. Better to do it right the first time than to do it lazily and have the process go on for long. With the way she purred feeling the tongue lapping around it, it was a cue that he's doing it right.

With the oral pedicure going good so far, Chloe soon pushed her foot slowly forward like a sword going through, curious to see how far she could go deep. Untill the gag reflexes kick in....

Dmitri didn’t hate this. In fact, if he had to be completely honest, he kind of liked it. Far more than he’d expected to. He’d never thought of himself as much of a foot man, never been that big into it. It always seemed like a weird thing to fixate on. Breasts, he understood. Buttocks, he understand. A pretty face, ruby red lips, shimmering hair - these were all traits that made sense for a man to be attracted to in, his mind

But why feet? It just seemed like a weird thing to focus on,even in a place like the AFW. So small. So smooth. So soft. So…

Tasty?

Dmitri supposed he would’ve hated this more if Chloe didn’t have the proper hygiene, but she was quite clean, didn’t leave any bad tastes in Dmitri’s mouth. If he had to kiss  a foot, he supposed he could’ve done a lot worse. So he tried to do a good job. Tried to work with it. Endured.

If Chloe appreciated that effort, she didn’t show it. Instead, she kept pushing her foot down. Further and further and further still, stretching his jaw, getting far past the point of comfort, if there ever was such a thing. Dmitri endured as best he could, but there were limits, and he was rapidly reaching them. He started to squirm under her and tap at her ankle, hoping to get some relief, some small measure of mercy.

Maybe not shown but from the soft noises coming from her, she was appreciating the effort. Despite the obvious dust that may have been picked up, she is pretty clean, often taking great care of them. If they were going to go through with it, then they should at least find them pleasant. Especially for first timers.

Wherever he had done this before or is a natural, it does feel good. She could feel most of the dust from the canvas underneath him being cleaned, wriggling a bit to make sure that tongue gets the parts between. The good parts. Getting a tiny bit carried away, wanting to get as much as she can as the foot pushes further down. Even with her dainty little foot he only gotten so far before he started to tap.

Looking down, she let up just a smidge, less pressure but still not out completely. "Awwww...that much you could do?" She teased, shaking her foot around. "I know others who could go deeper than that. But you're at least better than some I know." Teasing, she finally let up, sliding it out of his mouth before giving him a soft smack with her wet sole.

Alternating, she brought the other one. Not cleaned yet and definitely looking for some equal attention. "Don't forget this one."

The more Dmitri did this, the more he wanted to do it. That was weird, he knew that in the back of his head, but that was the way it was playing out. It was if he was getting better at it with every stroke of the tonuge, licking harder and better each time. It was almost a game, and one that he was ever-so-slowly improving at.

And if the response he got from Chloe was any indication? He was doing a good job. For whatever reason, that pleased him. Made him want to lick more. A feedback loop.

It was hard to tell if Chloe was satisfied with all that, though, as she kept plunging deeper and harder, delighting in his suffering. He was all too glad when she finally let up and let him take a clean breath, but it wasn’t that simple, naturally. Nothing ever was.

She wanted the other foot to get the same treatment, and he obliged, licking and lapping away on it for a moment before he began sucking away. Now that he was more comfortable, he could focus more on the technique and practice, learning how best to move his tongue, which way to go for the best effect, maximizing the results and minimizing the waste.

At the very least, he was getting somewhat better. She definitely had better, course, but Dmitri certainly doesn't waste much. Though it wasn't as if Chloe isn't attentive as to what works for the Russian, especially with her words.

She's been in the game long enough that not everyone is the same. Some reaction well to compliments, some like their tormentors to be nicer, some do want to get bellitled, some would get better results if pressured. Just about finding what works for each one especially if you want a job done.

As she wanted the other foot done, she tried a different approach to things. "Mmmm...good...better..." Positive reinforcement. Wierd for her, but since his technique is getting better it was more than worth it. Less time was being taken at that point and it was getting almost every part of the foot that's inside. "Looks like you really do like it now....not so bad, wasn't it...Keep going... maybe I'll reward you if you do a good job..."

A reward? Dmitri wasn’t sure what to make of that little wrinkle in things. Everything he’d picked up on Chloe so far told him that any ‘reward’ she’d give him would be more positive on her side and definitely less so on his side - but he wasn’t sure whether that made the idea more or less appealing.

Whatever the case, it was irrelevant for the moment. He had a job to do.

Dmitri gave the other foot just as much attention as the last, peppering it with long licks, leaving trails of saliva, making sure to get every corner and tease every nerve. He was thorough. He was quick. He was precise. His eyes never left hers the entire time, making sure to watch out for any signs of disapproval.

After a few more moments, he paused to rub his cheeks against her flesh and look up towards her. ”Are you pleased?”

He certainly didn't disappoint now, especially the way he cleaned it all up. Quick, efficient, thorough. Perhaps there were benefits in him after all. Was a diamond in the rough in regards to this sort of thing. Maybe with a few more polishes, Dmitri could be very useful indeed...

Chloe enjoyed it still, making a black belt of all people worship her proved to be very satisfying, especially beating said black belt in his own game. And Dmitri wouldn't have found much disapproval of the former commissioner with the way she stared back. Even if she was giving much praise, this should make him strive not to disappoint her at the final hurdle.

She purred at the sight of Dmitri rubbing his own cheek against it. She definitely was pleased, having had many tongues lap around it so she knows when one gets it right and when one does a very half-assed job about it. Dmitri fitted in the former of the two. "Very good." She replied simply, having to take her foot away from his cheek. "Very, very good indeed."

Chloe would walk up with her freshly orally pedicured feet padding the canvas as she walks up towards his legs before pushing them out wide. Hands on her sexy hips, the blonde strutted slowly before stopping near between them. "Now about that reward..." Chloe smirked as she raised her right foot up, all before letting the big toe trace down towards the crotch in an attempt to stir something up underneath the white cloth...

For whatever reason, Dmitri found himself waiting for Chloe’s answer, holding his breath, anticipating what she’d say next. He thought he’d done a good job, but it was a difficult thing to gauge - after all, it wasn’t like he had much expertise when it came to licking feet, and it wasn’t like this woman was high on mercy. She could decide to go right back to kicking him around, stomping him, hurting him, and there wouldn’t be much he could do to stop her. Not now. Not as the loser.

Thankfully, she seemed pleased with her service, and he let his chest fall with relief. He’d done well. And now…

Now things took a turn he didn’t see coming.

He wasn’t sure what was coming when she stopped up to him, nor when she spread his legs out. But when her foot went to his crotch and started to root around, things started to become markedly clearer. He gasped as the predictable reaction occurred, his body showing its approval of her treatment even if he couldn’t find the right words himself.

”What are you-” He gasped as a chill went up his spine and closed his eyes, letting himself be caught up in the moment. He couldn’t stop this if he wanted to, after all - and he was pretty sure he didn’t want to.