Yajiri Kasamatsu vs Mistress Paige

“Come on, come ooooooonnn!!!!” she grunted through grit teeth while the ref made what felt like the most agonizingly slow count Yajiri had ever experienced. In reality there wasn’t anything wrong with the count. It was the same pace of any other ordinary count for a pinfall. But Yajiri’s anxiety made every moment feel longer, as if everything was happening in slow motion. And now she was just one more excruciating second away from taking the unlikely victory, and dispelling her fears about what this dominatrix might subject her to in this match!

But alas, it wasn’t to be. At the last moment Paige squirmed free of the pin, breaking the count and keeping the match alive. Yajiri released her grip on the woman and laid next to her, gripping her own hair in frustration while she took a moment to catch her breath. Adrenaline had fueled her invigorated efforts just now, but suplexing the larger woman twice after everything Yajiri had endured before that had taken a toll.

This hadn’t been a “long” match by most standards to this point. However, taking control from Mistress Paige had been quite a difficult endeavor, one Yajiri wasn’t sure she would be able to repeat if she lost this advantage. With that thought spurring her on, the rookie groaned while rolling over onto her hands and knees. One hand gripped onto Paige’s nearest wrist, while the other went to hook around her head and neck. Slowly she began trying to pick her foe up. If she got far enough without resistance, she’d wrap an arm around the dominatrix’s neck to put her in a headlock for better leverage.

Valiant though Yajiri's efforts may have been, her hopes for a professionally sound victory over the dominatrix were heartrendingly thwarted by Paige's resilience and aforementioned wrestling capability. Being suplexed to and fro was not an experience Paige was keen on reliving after squirming out of the pin attempt, the swell of her chest heaving gently as she remained splayed out with only a slight bobbing uptick of her head here and again. A modest smattering of applause being given towards the plucky rookie showing genuine heart and fortitude despite being on the receiving end of the vile vaudevillians enrapturing foreplay. It was a swell of burgeoning support that was well earned and continued onward as she started shuffling up to her hands and knees.

Paige herself started making a groggy ascension upward with her senses somewhat skewed after being tossed and chucked about consecutive times now, one that was impeded once on her knees by a tugging of her wrist and a firm affixing of her head underneath the rookie's armpit. The dominatrix flinching with a stifled groan from being under the rookie's control once again, following Yajiri back up to her own feet with a bit of an unstable swagger at first. Although when the dominatrix seemed to be too winded and frazzled to resist, one of her arms would trail up the back of Yajiri's thigh, and begin kneading and groping her backside to a salacious wiggle~...all before Paige wrapped that arm around the greenhorn's waist and bucked backward for a Northern Lights Suplex.

Alright, time to think. What next? Yajiri, after metaphorically being under Paige’s heel for so much of this match, finally had a real opportunity in front of her. A pair of suplexes, while failing to vanquish the vaudevillain, had at least seriously winded her it seemed. And while she helped Paige back up while putting her in the headlock, a couple ideas came into her head. Another fisherman suplex? It worked once, but going to the proverbial well too often was a habit she wanted to avoid. Maybe a DDT then? Yeah, that might do the trick.

But just when she was about to fall back and spike the dominatrix on her head, she felt fingers traveling up her leg and then groping her butt! Immediately her face went red, once again unable to hide the embarrassment Paige’s lewd tactics were making her feel. “Wh-What are you..?” she started, before cutting off as she felt herself rising up off the ground. By the time Yajiri realized what was happening she was already flipping over, and had no way to defend herself as Paige drove her to the mat with a loud crash! After the rookie’s pair of suplexes, the dominatrix had fired back with her own display of technical prowess, and now the young brunette once more found herself groaning and panting while she laid flat on her back and stared up at the arena lights.

Hum-drum though it was, Paige had little issue with changing up her performance to one of a more adept and capable grappler. A bit of improv on Paige's part, and one definitely needed given the suplexing roller-coaster ride she'd just been an unwilling passenger of these past few minutes. The vaudevillian taking it upon herself to remind Yajiri that she wasn't the only consummate professional when it came to interlocking tussles and weight shifting maneuverings...although the T.V. star dominatrix still couldn't help but add in her own bit of flirtatious flair by helping herself to a wriggling handful of the rookie's adorable derriere. A delight to not only herself but the audience around before one seamless upheaval brought Yajiri overhead for a taste of her own suplexing medicine.

Paige abandoning the huddled over arch of the suplex before twirling about on her knees, stretching about with a flinching grimace and her arms extended into the air. Those suplexes of Yajiri's doing quite the number on the poor innocent vaudevillian, so why not keep matters grounded for the time being? Before long the domme would opt to seat her plump backside on the rookie's abdomen, straddling and even grinding her womanhood upon it to a shivered hum. "Ara~...such hostility. This wittle puppy dog needs to be disciplined further before getting her very own doggie collar~..." Paige purred with both hands sliding up Yajiri's prone body to seemingly a kneading smush of her breasts...but soon afterward, the domme would lock both her arms behind the rookie's back. Than tugging Yajiri up to a seated position with a reverse full-nelson applied, her neck slotted underneath Paige's armpit in the body crunching submission.

It really went to show just how quickly things could change at any given point in a match. Yajiri’s moment of hope had been an explosion seemingly out of nowhere, but it had vanished almost just as quickly. For two instances, the rookie came agonizingly close to stealing a victory right out from under the dominatrix. But a well-timed suplex Yajiri had failed to anticipate had turned the tables right around again. She had expected to hear the ref start counting a pin there, but was somewhat surprised when she instead saw Paige release her to change position.

“Wh-what are you…?” she started to mumble as the vaudevillain swung a leg over her and sat astride her belly. Paige’s weight bearing down on her forced a small grunt from her lips. But Yajiri quickly felt herself noticing that...she really didn’t hate this position. The feeling of the beautiful woman’s form-fitting fabric against her coupled with the grinding of Paige’s crotch against Yajiri’s abs made her start blushing, but she didn’t really resist beyond weakly, instinctively squirming beneath her. Even Paige’s comments about punishing her and putting a collar on her put images in the young girl’s mind that, the more she thought about them, the less opposed she became to them. She let out a soft gasp when the dominatrix’s hands found her breasts. Yajiri would’ve been far too embarrassed to admit it, but this was all turning her on, and subconsciously she was starting to resign herself to let her body submit to Paige’s will.

Pleasure was quickly interrupted by pain, however, as Yajiri was abruptly pulled up into a sitting position while Paige applied the reverse full nelson! Now instead of soft moans of ecstasy, the brunette was groaning in pain while she struggled feebly in her foe’s clutches. She lacked the strength to pull the two of them to the ropes from here, and briefly considered surrendering. But then Yajiri began to focus on the feeling of Paige straddling her lap. Focusing on that one pleasurable aspect of this position helped to distract her from the pain, at least enough so that when the ref asked if she wanted to submit Yajiri quickly answered, “No!” A part of her wondered if she had stubbornly refused to give up simply because she enjoyed Paige sitting on her, or if that was just the competitive side of her still believing she might find a way to fight back again and win this thing. In any case, she’d now have to endure the pain of Paige’s hold until either she found a way to squirm out of it, or her foe elected to release her.

Assuredly, Yajiri did not presume to think that Paige would actually go for a pin-fall after one measly little suplex. Perish the thought~...why would Paige even entertain the idea when she wasn't even finished taming her newfound slave? Who apparently was in dire need of further domestication if she was so rebelliously inclined to launch into a torrent of suplexes upon her beloved mistress. Still, the challenge of subduing such valiant and honorable warriors was always part of the fun, especially when the end result is an image of complete subjugation that is to die for. Paige always considered herself a veritable artiste when it came to painting the tragic portrait of a once proud paragon of justice having been tamed to the point of having that hero licking the dirt off of her heels, but the vaudevillian shouldn't get too ahead of herself. First, she needed to continue diligently sapping the strength of her auburn haired adversary...

Paige tightened down on the debilitating submission with gleeful delight, snickering from the enfeebled squirming of the panicked rookie that only made her appear that much more adorable to her future mistress. Little did Yajiri probably know that the more she aimlessly writhed, the more pleasure they'd both end up deriving from it. The mushed swell of Paige's breasts dominantly bullying Yajiri's modest offering's until rigid tipped arousal could become subtly felt on both ends, the plump backside nestled on the rookie's thighs with frequent nuzzled contact with her crotch, and of course the sensual body hear being exchanged all throughout. Paige took her sweet time in whittling down the rookie's resistance and continued melting that defiance dwelling within, even going so far at times as to start swaying Yajiri side to side with a sarcastic "Aww..." as if in sympathy for a fussy baby in dire need of taking her nap.

"Ara~...Such misery, you've chosen. Especially when submitting to my whims would have saved you so much grief...*giggle*...you're lucky your future master is such a forgiving one. But keep boldly struggling, I've yet to finish outwrestling you~...For after that, is my favorite part~..." Paige ominously alluded to before gradually raising them both back to their feet, willingly unlocking the submission and afterward flinging the auburn haired rookie off into the ropes for an Irish Whip. A perplexing sight on Yajiri's return as Paige would stand there facing her, but once in arm's reach, Paige would slot her hands underneath Yajiri's armpits and chuck the rookie as high into the air as she could. The vaudevillian twirling around to bow to the audience, with Yajiri being greeted by the domme's presented rump for her face to smack into for Paige's MoonFall signature maneuver.

Each labored breath that left Yajiri came with a strained groan. To most, it probably just looked like her reacting to the pain of the hold she was trapped in. But there was something more, pleasure in those sounds as well. All the while the young rookie resisted, it caused friction between their breasts. Close observation would reveal that Yajiri’s nipples had hardened, and the continued rubbing against them was only further stimulating her. The resulting moistness gradually building between her legs would be less noticeable to the crowd, but with Paige practically sitting right on it, she was likely to notice.

When the vaudevillain finally rose off of her, the expression on Yajiri’s face held some odd mixture of both relief and disappointment. Of course she was glad to be free of the painful strain the hold had placed on her, but having Paige grind against her like that had felt...good. The pleasure this woman was making her feel was becoming more and more undeniable, to the point that this timid girl could feel her body wanting more even in spite of the thousands of eyes she was very aware were watching.

Yajiri blushed at her foe’s words, was too out of breath to offer a retort when Paige dragged her to her feet. She was whipped off into the ropes, her own momentum carrying her for much of the run as she bounded into the ropes and was sent back. Seeing the dominatrix just stand there and await her return was odd, and when the purpose for it finally became clear it was already much too late for the brunette to do anything about it. Suddenly she was launched into the air, only to come right down and have her face crash directly into Paige’s backside! Her head smacked backward and her body dropped straight to the ground, limbs resting limply around her on the mat while she groaned, heavily dazed.

Even so, despite the headache she’d just been granted, some small part of her didn’t hate how it had come about.

Sweltered breaths, yearning nethers, and indeed other titillating tell-tale signs were all the confirmation any vile villianess needed to know that her stalwart, clean cut adversary was perhaps at last becoming accustomed to mucking around in the depths of such depraved dirt. Yajiri's look of entranced disillusionment as Paige hoisted her upward was akin to a downtrodden heroine now pining for the malevolent dominatrix's corrupting affections, a familiar look that many lady sentai ranger's have flashed the vaudevillian throughout her television show tenure. Except this time, no harrowing team of rainbow colored intruders would come bursting through the walls for the typical last minute rescue attempt right after the commercial break...well, unless Yajiri somehow had a such a posse of friends backstage that Paige was uninformed about. Which would actually raise several pertinent questions should that occur, but for now Paige continued onward on the assumption that Yajiri was not secretly a galactic heroine of the morphing persuasion.

For now, Mistress continued exploiting her adversaries flummoxed state to embarrassing and kinky effect as a mere Irish Whip and toss into the air had Yajiri's face bounce off of the domme's jiggled posterior in an unorthodox but undeniably effective bit of offense. Paige popping back up after taking her bow to begin strutting sultrily towards the spread-eagled rookie, taking the time to flip Yajiri over before coming down to her knees and swathing herself atop her as if in a full body pin. Although in a manner more akin to spooning lovers as Paige draped a thigh over her foe's side with a tender nudge of the dome's mound against the heroine's perky rump, breasts mushed against Yajiri's back, while playfully nuzzling cheek to cheek as the rookie became reacquainted with Paige's sultry warmth. "Oh, why deny me any longer~...Defiant words are in the end simply that. Only words. I'm not asking you to obey me, but obey your own heart's desire~..." Paige's sinful whispers ended with fluttered air softly blown into Yajiri's ear, one hand dancing down to the rookie's sweetspot for massaging, swirling care.

Yajiri would’ve given just about anything for such a heroic rescue right about now. But alas, there was no such team of super friends or guardian angels who would be rushing to her aid to fend off the seductive villainess. The rookie was all on her own, with any odds of victory seeming to deplete by the second as the match continued on. Yajiri had been knocked so loopy by the collision with Paige’s rear that she offered no resistance while being flipped onto her front, as if she barely even noticed it.

A low, soft groan left her lips, and then she began to feel something settling on top of her. The feeling initially reminded her of a heavy blanket, not unlike when her mother had tucked her into bed as a child. If only that were truly the case. But, knowing it was Paige that rested on top of her, Yajiri couldn’t allow herself to get comfortable here. Although, it was oddly tempting. The warmth of the dominatrix’s body wasn’t at all unpleasant. Even the clearly deliberate and suggestive placement of her hips over Yajiri’s butt brought another flush of red to her cheeks, not entirely out of embarrassment. It would be so easy to do just as Paige told her and give in.

The fire of Yajiri’s resilience was not one easily put out, and even now, despite the intensity of the temptation to give in, she began to squirm under Paige. At this point she likely lacked the strength to do much more than budge the seductress, and she had no way of getting anywhere near the ropes to force a break. She wasn’t proud of the fact that all her foe was keeping her completely pinned in place by just laying on her. It became especially hard to fight back once Paige’s hand came into the picture and began to work against her. Yajiri said nothing, but a soft moan slipped from her lips, and quickly her mild resistance ceased altogether. She had become putty in the woman’s hands, a toy for her to play with as she saw fit.

Clearly Paige had this effect on people. As evident from how often she'd been capable of entraping and seducing her sentai ranger adversaries into becoming her loyal lapdogs and performing her every bidding with but a crack of her trademark whip. Typically her spells of subjugation could only be undone by an intergalactic space wizard or through the accursed power of friendship. Which Paige always believed to be a hackneyed writing convention meant entirely to de-fang the villains and reset the status quo in time for the next story arc. Although during the script readings for her sentai show, she'd always pondered what it would have been like to actually bewitch and corrupt a morally upstanding hero within her nocturne embrace. After accomplishing just that goal with her wolfen compatriot during her first match, Paige found it be just as intoxicating as she'd imagined~...and an experience she wished to replicate upon her auburn adversary just now beginning to have her squirming defiance become dwindling down into nothing but moaning compliance.

"Shh, there there...No need to fight anymore~..." Paige seductively whispered in luscious and pouting baby-talk, the twirling magic of her massaging finger upon Yajiri's sweet-spot continuing unimpeded and with deliberate intentions of keeping the rookie in a sinful heaven all her own. By now she'd grapevined her legs with Yajiri's with the mushed swell of her prey's rump against Paige's nethers being captured by ringside cameras and allowing Paige her own level of spine tingling pleasure in all of this. The melded flattening of the vaudevillians supple figure had brought them closer together than any mere bearhug, although with perhaps just as much grinding tension. Paige's free hand eventually squirming underneath until it found one of her foe's plump breasts for the same massaging mastery upon her malleable flesh. A sultry pant exchanged given how close their crimson cheeks were to the other, Paige's lustful strength bringing about a unique from of arousal derived entirely from how close she could take Yajiri to her quivering peak...