Patrice Vs Ataru - Bedroom cosplay match

It was just utterly demoralizing to the poor gasping boy, how effortlessly patrice was transitioning him from one teasing hold to the next, keeping her adoring fans well enterteined as she played the mockingly apologetic act while wrapping her smooth thighs around his head, trapping the flustered boy into a neat headscissor lock.
The audience appreciated that teasing carefree pose of hers, as the French wrestler-actress reclined herself slightly to the side, dragging her squirming male prisoner along so that she could furtherly taunt him with that relaxed position with her head comfortably laid on the palm of her head.

Feeling the increasing pressure from her smooth yet strong thighs around his neck, Ataru was urged to try and fight his way out of such treacherously seductive, boa-constricting leggy vice, but his aimless struggling only allowed the sexy girl to just adjust his head better within the soft prison of her thighs, until the back of his head was resting nicely into her crotch: the perfect position for Patrice to squeeeeze his neck tighter by just crossing her ankles and straightening her legs.

"Nnguuuffhhh....! @///@". A nice wheezing sound from his lips let her know that she was squeezing him just nice and tight, keeping the boy weak and light-headed as she called the ref to keep the playful show continue. With feeble hands placed on the velvet-like skin of her upper thighs, and ears covered by her swelling feminine muscles, Ataru couldn't get but small pieces of the teasing conversation as Patrice questioned the ref about "pirate gentlemen".

"U-Uhm... never heard of such thing like a gentleman pirate", the ref girl admitted with a pouty face, until her eyes lit up: "Oh wait. Maybe it's like in those Pirate of the Caribbean movies, where pirates are supposed to be bad guys but they are also charming, and a few of them are even good guys... very romantic!", the girl in referee suit squealed with dreamy eyes.

All the while, poor Ataru gasped and choked in distress, his face getting all red for more than one reason as Patrice squeezed him between her sexy thighs.

Ataru certainly seemed to have the will to protest his position and Patrice's actions, but the French girl could feel that his attempts only served for the blonde to gain even better scissorhold around the boy's neck. What a nice little present! It was obvious that right now, she could control him and toy with him for as long as she pleased to...

To Patrice's delight, the ref girl appeared to be much more willing to discuss her questions reagarding Ataru's fantasies. And fair enough - her explanation did even make sense! Those gentleman kind of pirates may have certainly been something people like Ataru could have aspired to be like... And much more suitable for a guy like him than just a pirate. Because, Patrice could already tell, there was nothing about Ataru that would have screamed "bad".

Well, apart from the fact that he was clearly bad in wrestling. But that suited the Flirty Dominatrix just fine. It only made her job easier!

Keeping her scissorhold as tight as ever, the French blonde turned her words to Ataru again, looking down towards the boy trapped in her vices. "Ooh, so that's who you want to be, Ataru! You're such a romantic little boy... But you know what? Maybe I can help you to fulfill that dream! I got an idea... Since you're clearly not escaping any time soon, why don't you just submit? Then I'd be given the power to decide your next outfit, and who knows, maybe I could even dress you up as the gentleman pirate!"

Patrice was curious to see whether the helpless boy would grab onto her suggestion, or remain foolishly trapped in her holds...

Methodically squeezed in Patrice's headscissors, Ataru could feel his life force being drained more and more. If his predicament was not bad enough, the Flirty Dominatrix made sure to furtherly belittle him with her teasing, addressing him as a little boy and leisuerly shifting from chatting with the ref girl to directly talk to him, like if this wasn't a wrestling match.

Honestly, he didn't have to look much of an opponent to her eyes, which seemed to please the cosplay beauty as she kept squeezing and taunting him with a carefree smile, suggesting that he would give up and MAYBE be rewarded by Patrice choosing a not too much humiliating outfit for him to wear in the next round.

"Umnnnghh.... submit...? nhh... @///@". At this point, Ataru knew better than to trust Patrice, but it was hard to think straight with the warm smoothness of her thighs hugging his face, and the constant squeezing around his neck limitating the oxygen flow to his brain, and with the warm.

Weak and dizzy in her hypnotic head scissors, Ataru went one inch away from tapping out in surrender on her lovely thigh, when his woozy mind realized that he was giving away the first round.
"Nnhhgh... But heroes.... Don't give up... Unnhh...", he mumbled trying to resume a meek struggle. Though, it was probably not the smartest of choice, as the cute boy's muscles clearly had no strength left to back up his wannabe 'heroic defiance' .

Patrice couldn't help but feel somewhat amused and entertained by Ataru's attempt at heroism. He was certainly brave, persistent and resilient, but haplessly lacked the capabilities to make those qualities any good. And as he still stated his determination to keep on trying to endure Patrice's tight headscissor hold, the blonde couldn't help but consider the boy to be a masochist.

Which was perfectly fine for the Flirty Dominatrix. This was just a perfect fit!

Slowly beginning to push her upper body up, the French blonde began to gradually loosen the scissor hold while attempting to position herself better for something else. "Well, how foolish of you, Ataru... You may be a hero... Or try to be a hero... But even mightiest hero will get demolished under the body of a real dominatrix!"

As Patrice finished her words, she made sure to pin Ataru's wrists down to the mat in an attempt to prevent the boy from moving at all as she completely released her scissor hold. But that was only to reposition herself... This time to sitting tightly on the Japanese boy's face! Her red leather thong pressing tightly against his nose and mouth, and with her soft skin sealing all the other potential leaks of air flow to his lungs, Patrice was sure that his air reserves could not take him much further. Still pressing his wrists simultaneously down to the mat, the French blonde then threw a flirty, questoning gaze towards the ref girl to see how she felt about the situation.

"You like seeing heroes in peril?"

"Wah...? Mnngghff...! 0///0". A muffled noise, stufled by Patrice's scantly clothed crotch, was all Ataru could reply to her teasing question.
For the brave but hopelessly naive hero, this would be the part if the movie where he falls into the seductive clutches of the sexy villainess. A spiked drink, or a chloroformed cloth pressed onto his face, and the handsome crusader of justice would pass out at her feet.

Except for, the flirty dominatrix was going to use a much more... womanly method to sedate the silly wannabe-hero.

"M-mnnpffhh... @///@". Sensually deprived of air, Ataru tried to struggle but with his wrists effectively pinned down and his head squeezed in place by her hefty thighs, what he could really do was to waste his vanishing air supply faster. His vision started to get blurry as he looked up at her confident smile, and in rturn she could look over the changing colors on his cute face. Welk, the visible part of it.

"Uh, oh, well... I- I can't really..." Obviously, the ref girl became somewhat unease after Patrice's question, and it was soon clear to the French blonde that it was not a good idea to try and push getting an answer out of her. The blush on her face was telling enough... Redirecting her attention to Ataru, Patrice addressed her words to him again. "How about you Ataru? Do you like being a hero in peril? I think you do..." the blonde ended accompanied by a brief giggle.

It was easy for Patrice to laugh - Ataru was trapped beneath her and he wasn't going anywhere. Besides, she had to admit that his struggles felt quite nice against her crotch...

The Flirty Dominatrix could soon see the color on the Japanese boy's face turning dangerously into a different color, and knew that it was soon going to be game over for the brave hero. Well, for the first round at least... Looking again at the ref girl, Patrice decided to try convincing her of the nature of the situation. "Look, I'm not going to release him, he's as good as gone, so don't you want to just come down here and let him out of his misery?", her words being all the while as friendly as ever.

With his nose and mouth muffled against the thin strip of clothing covering her warm crotch, Ataru could not answer Patrice's taunting question of course. And even if he could have, the trapped boy would have rather spared his breath, considering how her pulsating thighs were slowly stealing his ability to stay conscious, via sensuous air deprivation.

"Mnnfff..nnff..n-nghff... @///@". Ataru's muffled groan rewarded Patrice with a tingling sensation, bathing her crotch each time she flexed having her luscious thighs swell around Ataru's head.
The cute boy was now swimming in and out of consciousness along with her flexing, and his blinking eyes starting to droop close told her that he was ready to succumb to her...constricting charms.

Obviously, Patrice was not expecting a reply from Ataru. She was however interested in triggering a response from the ref girl, who was officially responsible for the handling of this match. A match that right now the Flirty Dominatrix was very much expecting to be falling into her hands any second now...or at least the first round of it!

The official had obviously been left in a state of confusion after the blonde's initial question, but got reawakened back into the action when prompted by the female contestant. Coming to check up on Ataru's state, Patrice felt no shame in trying to convince her a little further.

"Come on, look at him! He's clearly falling asleep... And he never even made it to the bed!" the actress ended by pointing at the big bed in the middle. "So what do you say... The Flirty Dominatrix has won this round, right? Or do I really have to hook his leg for the pin too?"

Indeed, Ataru's response to Patrice's smother-headscissor combo was now reduced to cute blubbering sounds that couldn't achieve nothing more than providing a slight, pleasant sensation to her inner thighs each time she pulsated her feminine muscles around his softened neck and drowsy face.

"M-mnghff...nnffhh.... x///x". Lulled into oblivion by that mockingly rocking movement, Ataru was slowly drifting to squeezed-smothered sleep in the cushiony embrace of her thighs, his first round defeat inevitable at this point.

The only detail yet to be seen was whether the flustered ref-girl would be ok with officializing Patrice's obvious victory, or if she stuck to the rules to the point of demanding a proper pinfall from the Flirty Dominatrix, no matter the clearly unconscious state of the poor "hero in distress".

Patrice's pleas to the ref girl became certainly recognized, but not outright agreed with. Even deeper blush developed on the official's face as she knew that she shouldn't listen to contenders and let their opinions affect her actions at all, but on the other hand it was very difficult to say no to the French girl or deny that she was right. She could still see Ataru's eyes barely blinking though, so she could not declare anything officially yet!

"Fine, fine, I'll do it!" the French blonde exclaimed in frustration, although her tone was still far from angry at all. Even if the Flirty Dominatrix herself was already convinced of Ataru's loss of consciousness! She leaned back just a bit, carefully making sure that the boy beneath her would not be allowed access to any additional air, and hooked the boy's other leg for a proper pinfall. One that was obviously all-too-easy to keep in place...

"Happy now?"