Yajiri Kasamatsu vs Mistress Paige

Yajiri panted underneath the vaudevillian, feeling simply far too drained to even so much as attempt to find a way out of this predicament. Paige was too big for the smaller girl to drag with her to the ropes. She had exactly no leverage whatsoever to muster any kind of counter or escape attempt. Yajiri was pinned down, helpless, and though the match had not officially ended she felt defeated. Inside she had to accept that this was to be Paige’s victory. Yajiri’s one realistic opportunity had come and gone with her suplexes earlier, and there was almost no chance she’d be able to pull one of those off again in her current condition.

She felt Paige’s legs coiling around her own but didn’t fight it. If anything, it seemed her body even welcomed being enveloped and wrapped up by the dominatrix. And the continued rubbing of her sweet spot began drawing louder and louder moans, especially once Paige got a hand on her breast and began to play with that as well. “Oh god..! Yes… Please!” She couldn’t form the full sentences, but the pleasure of her domination at Paige’s hands had finally seemed to outweigh any embarrassment of it.

Paige's charms never were one to disappoint, and eventually another stalwart hero would be on the verge of succumbing to her sinful rapture. Not one iota of Yajiri's willpower or any semblance of resistance seemed to be intact as she seemingly transitioned from meek defiance to outright yearning for the vaudevillian's affectionate touch. The swirling massaging of her nethers beginning to become a rhythmic cascade with Yajiri beginning to reach her apex with hip thrusting motions against her backside from the dominatrix puppeteering the entire salacious exhibition, until in one sudden and abrupt motion...

...Paige would deny the rookie her lusting release, and instead unhand and unlatch herself from Yajiri, now standing tall above her with her radiant face a crimson hue all the same. "AraAra~...Such lovely manners, please and everything. It seems you're coming along splendidly. However, taming a new pet means more than just spoiling them with treats..." Paige purred with a sinister smirk and a hipful waltz toward ringside, where she'd reclaim her riding crop and approach the fallen heroine once more. Placing her boot down atop the back of Yajiri's head. "Now, refer to me as...Hmm, Master will suffice, and kiss mine boots~...or that adorable backside of yours may end up brandishing a shade of red all it's own..." Paige than winding back her arm for a cracking swat of her riding crop against the presented butt of Yajiri's. Which would get her point across, with more to come if the rookie didn't do as requested.

Yajiri wasn’t exactly sure where it had happened. But somewhere along the line, she had accepted that she could not win this match. There had been one faint glimmer of hope for the young rookie. But aside from that fleeting moment, Mistress Paige had spent this match breaking her like a wild horse. Now the fruits of those efforts were finally coming to light. Yajiri had finally stopped resisting, and had given in to the vaudevillain’s seduction. The way the dominatrix thrust against her backside, the feeling of the woman’s breasts pressing against her, and the masterful work of the woman’s fingers against her all had the smaller girl breathing out in moans, each second driving her closer and closer to the brink of ecstasy! She was close, so close now… And then she stopped.

Confused as she suddenly felt Paige’s wait raise off of her, Yajiri panted while laying there on the mat, listening to the woman’s words as she briefly strode off to grab something from one of the corners, though from her position she couldn’t quite see what it was. Then Paige returned, and Yajiri grunted faintly as a booted foot came to rest on top of her head. She blushed hearing the command, and then yelped with the sudden crack of the riding crop against her backside. “Yes, M-Master..!” she said, the words feeling quite strange as she spoke them. But, wanting to avoid being struck with the riding crop again, she quickly obeyed. She moved her head to the boot Paige still had on the mat, and began kissing. Her lips repeatedly touched the leather boot, starting at the toe and working her way to every inch of the boot she could reach, and would do the same with the other boot if Paige brought it off of her head.

Such blissful poetry in motion~...Witnessing the naive and noble-minded heroine tasting of the forbidden fruit and afterward willingly relinquishing all semblances of pride, dignity, and self-restraint in order to satiate her carnal yearnings. Nowhere to be seen was the shy and demure waif brimming with untainted innocence and hopeful determination towards the beginning of the match. The vile vaudevillian intricately weaving her strings within the recesses of Yajiri's brain synapses until the thought of willful obedience and compliance towards her new masters whim became the only logical choice amongst the disorientating haze from being so tenderly pleasured. Especially when faced with the alternative of being denied the corrupting touch of her malevolent mistress after being brought to the edge of rapture only be cruelly tugged back off the ledge at the last minute.

Directed downward at the freshly whipped rookie was a scintillating smile upon witnessing Yaijri begin to do as commanded. The rookie worshiping at the feet of her newfound Mistress who'd indeed present both of her boots for Yajiri's smooching caress, the sight of which just made Paige all warm and mushy inside with veritable goosebumps from appreciating how far the young newcomer had fallen. Mistress Paige's methodical puppeteering continuing onward as she uplifted one of boots so Yajiri's chin was propped on her toes, bringing the rookie to gaze up at her overjoyed dominatrix. "Very nice~...just one more task will do before I drag my obedient slave back into my nocturne embrace." Mistress purred before twisting herself around to present her bountiful rump to Yajiri, which jiggled somewhat as Paige cocked her hip to the side with both hands folded behind her head. "Worship this lovely posterior as well, if you would~..." Paige instructed while peeking over her shoulder.

Yajiri wasn’t a stranger to defeat, nor was she ashamed to lose a match. This, however, was unlike anything she had ever experienced. In none of her previous defeats had she been subdued to the point of willingly worshipping the feet of her opponent, and before the match had even ended no less! This was a level of submission she had never experienced before. It was humiliating, and degrading. And emphasizing that feeling was the knowledge that doing this was truly the wisest option for her. The girl had no strength left to fight Paige. Defeat was guaranteed. Her only options now were to either obey the dominatrix’s orders in hopes that she would be rewarded with a painless, possibly even pleasurable defeat, or disobey and suffer a painful flogging before the final nails were put in her proverbial coffin.

Once she had kissed her “master’s” boots to Paige’s satisfaction, Yajiri was then given another order as the buxom vaudevillain presented her shapely behind and told the young brunette to worship it as well. Yajiri felt blood rush to her face in embarrassment as she answered, “Yes, Master,” and went to obey. Blushing intensely, she puckered her lips while leaning in, placing a kiss on Paige’s butt cheek. She kissed again and again, her lips traveling all over the dominatrix’s backside, all the while remaining painfully aware that she was willingly subjecting herself to this humiliation during a match that had not ended yet.

Few could say they've had the rarefied and privileged opportunity to observe a bonafide master of their craft at work. And while the more prudish and strait-laced may object to the Art Of Domination being considered on par with painting or sculpting, Paige was of the profound opinion that what was currently transpiring in the ring was nothing short of a masterpiece. The once prideful and purehearted newcomer having her willpower withered down to the point where she was willingly obeying her Mistress' every debauched and humiliating demand. Indulging in the beguiling thrill of being conquered in every definition of the word and becoming the shameful submissive who'd degraded into being a slave to her lustful inhibitions and a literal slave to the dominatrix who had whipped obedience into her.

"Mmm, now this is the exquisite performance I knew you had inside of you all along~..." Paige purred in blissful reminiscence to the beginning of the match as Yajiri planted luscious kiss after kiss upon the plump backside the rookie was practically burying her face into. Shivers trailing up her spine and goosebumps felt from witnessing her adversary's downfall first hand before the vaudevillian would cock her hips to one side, and thwack the side of her jiggled butt against Yajiri's face to levy her back down to the canvas. "Be grateful, for your Mistress will now serenade for you a sinful lullaby as reward for your obedience~..." Paige smirked down at the floored newcomer with a smooth lick of her lips before spinning in place to straddle Yajiri's midsection. One seamless flip later, Paige would affix her ankles behind Yajiri's head and mush her face with humming nuzzles into the rookie's nethers for her Devil's Paradise submission maneuver.

Yajiri couldn’t believe she was actually doing this. She couldn’t believe she was literally kissing the ass of her opponent in a match, at that woman’s command. Her face was already red with embarrassment, but Paige’s teasing compliment only caused her blush to darken even further. She found herself about to thank the dominatrix for that compliment, only to be silenced when the admittedly gorgeous posterior she had been worshiping suddenly bumped forcefully into her face, knocking her onto her back again.

She didn’t resist as Paige took a position above and moved to sit astride her. With a sudden twist Yajiri was on her front with the dominatrix’s legs coiled under her arms and behind her neck in what felt a lot like a lotus lock, and she could feel the boots of her “mistress” crossed over each other and laying over her head as if it were a footrest. But most embarrassingly, this new hold kept her in this compromising position while forcing Yajiri to straddle Paige’s face, while the woman pressed her face right into Yajiri’s clothed sex and hummed against it!

The noises Yajiri let out were some combination of moans and groans, partly from the pain inflicted by the full nelson applied by Paige’s legs, and partly from the extreme pleasure her opponent was inflicting with her mouth. As much as Yajiri would’ve wanted to deny it, she had already been immensely stimulated by this point in the match. It wasn’t long before she could feel her orgasm coming. Desperately hoping to avoid it, she began tapping on Paige’s leg to signal her surrender. The ref recognized it and called for the bell, but it was too late. With a strained moan Yajiri felt her juices soaking the crotch of her singlet.

The dominatrix had just made her submit and cum at the same time.

Standard ticket prices for AFW live events were notoriously infamous amongst the pro-wrestling community for two distinctive traits. These unique features being that they fetched exorbitant prices, and yet were nevertheless routinely sold out with quickened expedition. Although it was a mystery with a rudimentary explanation given that, well...where else could you see the abject dismantling of a stalwart wrestler from an honorable and straight-laced grappler into puppetered servantry by a scandalous dominatrix with impeccable acting credentials to boot. Yajiri embracing the luscious love that is bestowed from the crack of Paige's whip until she yearned for it herself and obeyed her master's command to that end. That specific end coming swiftly as Yajiri succumbed by frantically tapping out her submission like a good little girl, before her ultimate climax came from the shuttering deluge of her honeyed sweet spot.

Mistress Paige caressing Yajiri's adorable backside throughout her surrender as the fragrant warmth from the rookie's sopping flower was beginning to bring the vaudevillain to the brink herself. With Yajiri patting her thigh to acknowledge her defeat merely being the icing on the salacious cake. Paige nevertheless knowing the deed is done and swiveling them both over with the supple softness of Paige's rump shuffling over the defeated rookie's facials. Yajiri's parted legs showcasing her shame via the dampness around her crotch as Mistress' devilish smile was coated with her foe's love juices. Eyeing the head camera and using her index finger to coat her lush lips with her foe's love like a fresh shade of lip gloss as the referee raised her arm in victory. She mercifully arose afterward and strutted towards the ring ropes, sitting on the middle rope and swaying what appeared to be a dog collar and leash in one hand.

"You performed spectacularly, my dear. Brava~...Now, what do you say you be a good little doggie and cuff yourself, get on all fours, and accompany your master back down to the darkened abyss. Where true depraved ecstasy awaits~..."