Sakura Matou vs. Rose - Of Human Bondage

Now, this was better. Rose could respect a good challenge every now and again, but this was the sort of domination that she’d craved, what she’d wanted out of this match in the first place. Having such a warm, supple body underneath her, being in control of this entire situation. She planted her heels down hard and stretched back, putting her chest on full display as she reveled in the moment. It seemed that Sakura was enjoying it as well - not necessary, but an enjoyable bonus.

This was all part of the game, however. Sakura was trying to stall for time, no doubt thinking she could try and turn this into her favor. A good effort - futile, but appreciated.

”For starters…”

Rose, reached down, took Sakura by the hair, and yanked her up into a hard kiss, mashing their lips together. Not the most conventional way of kicking things off, she’d admit, but this wasn’t a conventional situation. Here, Rose wanted to establish the pecking order, and quash any future attempts at changing the moment of this match. It was hers and hers alone to control.

Pressing hard into the kiss, Rose’s tongue slithered past Sakura’s tongue and went well into enemy lines, exploring every inch she could find with the dip. She let out a raspy moan as her bare breasts slid along her opponents and hardened, as if they wanted to pierce the fabric and get at the softness underneath. Those clothes were an obstacle in general, but one that she was going to deal with quite soon...

Having given her response, Sakura lay back and enjoyed the sensation of the attractive woman grinding into her, her panties dampening at the sensation. Having been lulled into a false sense of security, Sakura was somewhat surprised When Rose grabbed hold of her hair and yanked her upwards, causing her to let out a yelp of pain that was rapidly smothered by Rose's tongue pushing into her mouth.

Yet, despite the pain, Sakura was turned-on by the dominance her opponent was showing, and she made no effort to fight back, allowing Rose's tongue to explore her mouth, her panties dampening as she enjoyed the close contact. As much as this was turning her on, she knew it was also arousing her opponent, and Sakura was quite happy to allow that to happen, hoping that she could bring the dominatrix to an orgasm before turning the tables somehow and restraining her.

Thorn had initially been kind of miffed at taking this referee job, hating the idea of being only able to watch the action and not participate, but now that she was doing it? Oh, she could see the benefits.

It was a rare chance to needle Rose, for one thing. As much as she loved the woman, her partner could be uptight as fuck sometimes, and it was good to take her down a couple of pegs. On top of that, the voyeur in her was getting immensely satisfied by the debauchery on display here, and she decided to enjoy the moment as she leaned back against the turnbuckle pads. Take it all in. Let Rose go to work.

And go to work she did, speeding up her grinding as Sakura continued her curious strategy of letting the larger, dominant woman have her way without interference. If Rose had to hazard a guess, she was trying to play the long game, thinking she could outlast her or at least see that they both had an orgasm. Novel, but fruitless - even if Rose came, right here, right now, she wasn’t the least bit worried about this woman using the weapons against her.

But, all the same, she was going to demonstrate just who was in control.

”Now…” She kept stroking Sakura’s impressive chest with one hand as she slide forward and reached back with the other, placing a palm on her opponent’s thighs. Slow, steady, she dragged her hand up the soft leg, scratching as she went, until she reached the promised land at the end. Slipping her fingers underneath the woman’s garment, she found her wet womanhood easy, and ran a finger over the slit. Up and down. Delibrate and delicate, just wanting to see the reactions. For now.

Sakura's arousal continued to grow as Rose ground against her, the dominance being shown by the attractive woman a huge turn-on for the pinned girl. Her panties were gradually becoming wetter and wetter at the constant contact, and she began to moan with pleasure. Those moans grew in intensity as Rose began to stroke Sakura's chest, whilst her other hand moved down to Sakura's thighs, slowly and teasingly working its way upwards, drawing more gasps of pleasure from Sakura's mouth.

Still just about aware of the fight, Sakura did her best to hold back, knowing that orgasming would put her at a significant disadvantage. But, even so, her body was continuing to react to the contact, the slow, teasing movements sending tingles of excitement down her spine as Rose's hand came closer and closer to her core. And, then, she slipped a finger in, and Sakura let out a loud gasp of pleasure. She moaned louder and louder with each stroke, electricity running down her spine from the erotic contact, her juices coating Rose's finger.

Despite her efforts, Sakura could feel that she was losing the battle, and she knew that she needed to do something to fight back. So, she moved one of her hands to Rose's side, and the other towards her thigh.

"Please, let me pleasure you, mistress", Sakura said, submissively, as her hands moved towards their target.

If Rose did not attempt to stop her, Sakura would slide one hand slowly up Rose's side, towards her ample breasts, whilst the other would slide slowly up the girl's thigh, heading towards her core. Once they reached their targets, they would slip underneath her underwear and head straight for their targets, Rose's most-likely hard and extremely sensitive nipple and clit.

Rose had met enough submissives to know the naturals when she met them, the ones who took to it like a duck to water whether it the first time or the millionth. There was no doubt in her mind - Sakura wanted this domination. Oh, she wanted to make Rose fight for it, and that wasn’t a new thing. There were always the slaves who wanted to make you work for the pleasure of controlling them, make it feel like they were ‘caught’ in the end. But this one wanted the end result. And they were getting closer and closer to it, too.

When Sakura asked for permission and started to reach upwards with the hand that wasn’t fingering her, grabbing hold of the wrist heading straight for her breasts. She put on a stony face, glaring down at her unruly slave for a scant second, before a softer look came over her. ”Yes,” She smacked her lips with a soft sigh. ”Yes, you may.”

She allowed Sakura to go to work from there, enjoying her opponent’s tender touch, taking in all she had to offer. The woman’s fingers were deft and delicate, knowing just where to touch, and she had Rose worked up with ease, making her moan, long and lewd, as her nipple was twerked and her folds were parted.

But she wasn’t about to go over that hill alone. Sakura wasn’t too far from the edge herself, and Rose would try to hurry her along, picking up the pace between her foe’s legs. At the same time, her hand traveled up Sakura’s chest, until it found her neck and gave it a squeeze. Not enough for a full choke, mind you, but, enough to assert some dominance and reinforce the pecking order.

Sakura was slightly disappointed when Rose grabbed her hand and, not wanting to get trapped in a disadvantageous position, she prepared to restart the fight. Before she could do so, however, her opponent gave the permission she had requested and, with a smile on her face, Sakura got to work.

Quickly, it would become obvious that Sakura was far more suited to this kind of 'fight' than she was to a normal wrestling match. She pleasured Rose expertly, rubbing and lightly twisting her nipples, squeezing her breast and carressing her clit and folds. She could hear Rose's moans becoming more and more intense, and she could tell that her opponent was getting close to orgasm.

At the same time, though, Sakura was finding herself to be more receptive than she had expected to being dominated by such an attractive woman. Coupled with the head start that Rose had had in pleasuring her, that meant that, despite her best efforts, Sakura was unfortunately also approaching her own peak, her arousal only increased by the pleasure she was giving to the woman dominating her. Her moans grew louder and louder as she approached her peak, her efforts to pleasure Rose intensifying as she desperately tried to at least ensure that they both were brought to orgasm during this battle. Her folds were now soaking wet, coating Rose's hand in her juices as the girl pleasured her and, likewise, Sakura's hand was covered with Rose's fluids.

The two of them continued to pleasure each other, and it didn't take long for both of them to reach their peak. As Sakura began to moan more and more intensely, clearly on the very edge of orgasm, her mistress' hand ran up her body and towards her neck, squeezing it lightly. The combination of the pleasure and the sudden act of domination sent Sakura over the edge, and she let out a loud scream of pleasure as her juices spurted out, soaking Rose's hand and leaving a very large damp patch on the crotch of her wrestling outfit.

However, the battle was not finished yet and, if her opponent had not already orgasmed, Sakura would continue to pleasure her even as she came down from her own orgasm. Whilst she had failed in her initial goal of bringing Rose to a solo orgasm, at very least she could ensure that the contest would be a draw.

Sakura came. Of course she came. There was never any doubt in that matter, even when the match was starting. While she was proving to be a more competent fighter than a first glance would’ve suggested, Rose knew a submissive when she saw one, could feel the desire emanating from this woman like a hot furnace. It would be obvious to the viewers at home, looking over this lewd display, and Rose and Thorn could both smell it in the air. She was about to pop.

But she wouldn’t be alone with that. Not for long.

Rose was a woman, too. A domme, accustomed to being on the giving end...but a woman, just like Sakura. Same parts, same reactions, same desire, and Sakura had clearly been down this road before. She’d had lovers who, after attaining their own pleasure, forgot to finish the job they’d started, were too wrapped up in their own pleasure to realize that they weren’t alone on this. Sakura was determined to finish the job, and she suspected it wasn’t just so she could access the weapons as well. There was a mutal experience between them.

Rose most often came quiet, reaching her highs with sighs, but today she let it all go with a long moan that was laced with her Italian accent. She shook and shuddered as the dam burst and the waters flowed, drenching her pants and filling the air with their combined scent. When the lightning ran its course, she sagged in Sakura, collapsing on top and letting her head rest on the floor next to her opponent’s, ear to ear.

Deep breaths. In. Out. They would begin anew in a moment, but until then, she saw little reason to rush. ”Quite the display, slave. You impress.” She turned her head, just enough to let her tongue slip out and run along Sakura’s cheek. ”Are you ready for the real fun, now?”

Sakura worked desperately to pleasure her opponent, even as she recovered from her own orgasm. Mostly, she wanted to ensure that she wasn't at a disadvantage in the fight, but there was also a big part of her that wanted to ensure that this was a mutually-enjoyable experience. It was clear to her that Rose, unlike her previous opponent, was not solely interested in her own sadistic pleasure but, rather, she seemed to actually wanted Sakura to enjoy her treatment. And, truthfully, she was enjoying it. She would still do her best to win the match, of course, but losing wouldn't be such a bad thing. She could live with being this woman's slave for the night. In fact, part of her was quite looking forward to it.

Despite the fact that she had already "won" their battle by bringing Sakura to orgasm, Rose made no effort to move away, or to prevent Sakura from pleasuring her. Instead, she simply allowed Sakura to continue and, soon enough, she reached her own peak, letting out a long, loud moan as she shuddered with pleasure, before collapsing down on top of Sakura.

Sakura was somewhat tempted to take advantage of the situation to improve her chances in the fight, but she quickly decided against it. It would be very unfair to attack her opponent right now, and it would only cause Rose to dislike her, something which probably wouldn't be good for her in the long run. Instead, she simply lay there in Rose's arms, allowing herself to recover from her own exertions.

She shuddered slightly with pleasure as Rose praised her before running her tongue along her cheek. Submitting to this woman gave her a good feeling, and it was definitely something that she could get used to. She wasn't sure what "real fun" Rose had in mind but, either way, Sakura wasn't really inclined to start up the fight again, at least until Rose made some kind of aggressive move towards her. If the dominatrix felt like spending a while dominating her like this, then that was fine by her.

"Y..yes, mistress, I am", she replied, her arousal already beginning to grow once more.

Delayed gratification could be such a rush. On both sides. It was one of Rose’s favorite methods of torment, but one of her favorite things to indulge in, as well. It had been a while since she’d last had sex, too busy with running her dungeon in the past couple of weeks to enjoy the pleasures it provided. Part of the reason she’d went for this match in the first place was to break that dry spell, and Sakura had done a wonderful job of that.

And it was a job. Rose had seen enough of the more submissive women in the AFW to know they weren’t all cut from the same cloth. There were the ones who just lied back and took it, let you do all the work while they writhed about like worms waiting to squished...and there were the ones that gave back, made it a pleasureable experience all around.

She preferred the latter, and Sakura was unquestionably the latter.

Rose pushed up as Sakura responded and threw a quick glance Thorn’s way. Her tag team partner was, naturally, enjoying the show, leaning against the nearest corner as a lazy hand rubbed between her legs. Biting her lip, tensing her muscles, looking like she was tempted to join in at any second. Jealous? Rose liked that.

”No, pet.” She turned her attention back to Sakura and tapped her on the lip with her index finger. ”No, you’re not.”

Rose was fairly sure she had this woman by the neck, but she needed to test the waters first, see how far this could go. She abruptly rolled out of the ring and landed on her feet, high heels sinking deep into the carpet as she landed. After a deep breath for composure, she stood up straight and strode forward, each step crossing front of the other as she moved towards the wall adorned with all those lovely toys.

She stood, still and silent for a moment, looking them over and contemplating the possibilities, before she stretched her arm out and pointed down, beside her feet.

”Here, pet.” There was an edge in her voice now, showing the steel underneath the silk. ”On your knees. Don’t make me ask twice.”

Sakura was somewhat surprised by Rose's response, not having expected such a denial. She was even more surprised when Rose followed it up by rolling out of the ring and onto the soft carpet beside it. She watched with steadily-growing arousal as her mistress walked sexily towards the toys on the wall, anticipating what might come next. However, instead of picking up any of the devices, the dominatrix simply pointed beside herself and, in a clearly-dominant voice, ordered Sakura to come and kneel beside her.

A jolt of arousal ran down Sakura's spine in response to the display of dominance but, nevertheless, she was torn. Whilst she certainly had no issue with submitting to Rose, she was still Sakura's opponent, an opponent in a match which she still hoped to win, even if she knew deep down that her chances were slim. If nothing else, she needed to put up a good fight, to show what she was capable of. She couldn't allow this woman to restrain her and force her to utter the words which would spell her defeat, even if she now realised that the 'punishment' which would follow would be a thoroughly enjoyable one.

But, even so, the thought of simply giving in sent shudders of excitement through her body. It was so, so tempting. And, now that she thought about it, was what Rose was demanding really an issue? After all, she had not picked up any weapons or restraints. All she was asking was for Sakura to kneel before her. There was no harm in obeying such a simple order, right? Having made her decision, Sakura spoke up.

"Y..yes, mistress", she said, softly.

With that, Sakura slid underneath the ropes, before walking slowly over to her opponent, her erect nipples clearly visible through her suit as her arousal began to spike once more. Then, as instructed, she knelt before her opponent, eyes pointed submissively towards the ground, adrenaline running through her body as she anticipated what might come next.