Humiliation Match: Yamato Ishii vs Chloe Mason

The dazed young man found himself momentarily confused when he no longer felt his hand rubbing his throbbing head like it was supposed to be. But it took him all of about one second to understand the reason behind that. Suddenly Chloe was in view again - or more specifically, her perfect legs did. Yamato’s arm was pulled between them, immediately sending stabs of pain through the limb as she locked in the arm bar. But something held his attention even more than that.

Yamato saw a pair of flawless soles right above him, and watched as they descended right onto his face! One foot planted itself right over his lips, and his nose was pinched between the toes of the other. The first few instinctive squirms that came as reactions to the pain in his arm made his face inadvertently rub against the foot bearing down on him. His thoughts should have been on his hyperextended arm, or the fact that he couldn’t breathe. Instead Yamato’s brain found itself focused on thoughts that really should not have been important.

Chloe’s soles felt so soft against his face. And despite his nose being pinched by her toes, he didn’t hate the smell, A few times his lips tried to open in a desperate attempt for air, and gave him brief tastes of the woman’s foot. Even that wasn’t unpleasant. The first few times smelling, kissing or licking them had all been purely accidental, but after a moment or two he began to do it intentionally, though he did so in conjunction with the pain surging through his arm to mask the fact that it was deliberate. He blushed, wondering why he was willingly doing all of this during a match, and why he found it so...sexy, to be held down to the mat with Chloe’s feet on his face. Soon the latter thought wouldn’t be quite as private as Yamato had hoped, as a bulge began to form in his shorts.

Hoping to hide his growing arousal, he began to kick and squirm with his legs, trying to work his way to the ropes. Each movement caused his face to press and rub against Chloe’s feet. And even while he was making a desperate struggle toward the ropes, Yamato used each opportunity to sneak a kiss or quick lick at the woman’s sole. He still didn’t understand why, but he just couldn’t help himself. Regardless, if he managed to get close enough he’d throw a leg out and try to land a boot over the bottom rope to force a rope break.

Chloe didn’t get much of a chance to perform this kind of move and she figured this was the best opportunity to showcase it for the first time. This wasn’t just any kind of cross armbar, taking a little inspiration of Natasha’s French Lotus. Only that her legs weren’t squeezing at the opponent’s breasts, not that Yamato had any, but instead, putting her favoured assets to use, something else to think about all the while she thrust her hips to hyper-extend the socket and joint of Yamato’s arm. Just as her hips raised up off the floor some, her back arched and her head thrown back, relishing at the sensation of it all, letting her feet just smother and threaten the possibility of unconsciousness to Yamato. Not that she intends in letting him sleep just yet but still something to soften and weaken the bigger opponent.

And his struggles were to be expected when it comes to a smother. The desperate attempts of air being made as he would inadvertently take in the aroma of her barefoot, the accidental kisses and licks that she has gotten already were amazing, letting out a soft purr, biting her lower lips as she watches him pathetically struggle. Then as the moments went by, they came in more frequent. The sniffs, kisses, licks, they seemed more suspicious in nature. Many that she would perform a foot smother on would eventually try to fight it and yet now, it was coming with added frequency, almost intentional. Sure, Yamato seemed slow to act, if his last attempts were anything to go by, but this is suspicious. Especially as he tries to kick and squirm, causing Chloe to bring attention to, but also find something that surprised her.

“Already turned on?” She thought to herself, chuckling all the meanwhile. So this one likes this sort of thing? Might be a coincidence but she needs to be sure. The ex-commissioner would let Yamato reach for the ropes, gripping his arm tightly as he kept on bringing the two to the ropes, his boot draped on the bottom rope.

However, Chloe didn’t let go straight away. Knowing the rules of a rope break, she cranked on the armbar further, letting the referee give her a warning before he would start to count. There was a reason for it all, just to see what Yamato would do and how he would react to it all before she would let go before the ref would get to the count of five.

Hearing Chloe purr at the continuing contact of her sole with his lips and tongue only made Yamato blush even more while he struggled toward the ropes. It was embarrassing enough he found himself enjoying this way more than he should for reasons he wasn’t quite sure of. But that was only doubled knowing how much Chloe was enjoying smothering him beneath her feet. And of course, all of that was made worse as the beautiful blonde pulled on his trapped arm and bucked her hips against it to maximize the pain of her hold.

Fortunately, he managed to get a foot onto the bottom rope, and relaxed as he heard the ref call out. “Rope Break!” Yamato expected Chloe to release him and move away, granting him a moment to clear his head, take in some fresh air and try to shake off some of the pain inflicted to his arm. But not only did the woman not release him, she cranked up the pressure even more!

“Mmmmph!” Yamato yelled in agony, his cries muffled against the sole that continued to press down over his lips. His body thrashed about even more vigorously and desperately than before. The lack of oxygen had been difficult to deal with to this point, but he was starting to get to the point where it was making him dizzy. It was like he’d been underwater for too long, and now that he was trying to come back up something kept pushing him down before he could reach the surface. All the while, he only seemed to be getting even more aroused. In desperation, Yamato began to place several pleading kisses on Chloe’s foot. There was definitely no accident about these. They were silent pleas begging her to let him breathe again, though they may not have been necessary, as the ref began a warning count on Chloe for refusing to release her hold.

“One! Two! Three! Four…!”

She had been in the business long enough to know all the rules in the ring, especially when it comes to the rope break. Most wrestlers who played more honorably and respectful would let go as soon as they heard the ref calling a rope break, mainly to not put any unnecessary damage on their opponent. Others however held it in longer but to get a bit more out of it, taking any advantage they could get. Chloe's reason however was different.

The ex-commissioner knew she had a couple of seconds before she would be forced to let go, lest she gets disqualified. No, Chloe had more in store for Yamato, but she did so out of curiosity. And to see his reaction when she doesn't fully let go of the armbar. What would his reaction be with the danger looming of his arm being threatened to break!

Chloe wouldn't go that far. But it doesn't hurt to make him think that could happen.

And the results were even more surprising. Sure Yamato kept yelling in agony, but his desperate mind forced him to kiss at the sole that aided his near unconsciousness. As if that would be enough to beg Chloe to let go. It wasn't necessary but the kind of reaction that she got from Yamato...this is just brilliant

As soon as the referee went to the count of five, Chloe let go instantly, the hold of his arm eased up and her feet moved away from his face. Taking the time to rise back up to her feet, the referee trying to reprimand her but she knew it already, there was no need. As they do talk, her foot "absently" moved towards Yamato's face, placing the ball of her foot on his lips, propping up her heel. Of course, she would remove it as soon as the referee got suspicious, letting it rest on the mats, and inches away from his head.

Believe it or not, Yamato was the type to watch his matches back after the fact - and no, it wasn’t just to watch himself get dominated in the ring by beautiful women… Well, maybe that was part of it. However, he genuinely tried to learn from his past mistakes. That didn’t mean the lessons always stuck with him, but he did make a conscious effort. And whenever he gets the chance to watch this one later on, he’ll no doubt have his face buried in his hands in embarrassment at this particular part. Kissing Chloe’s foot in a silent plea for mercy, when she was about to release him anyway to avoid being disqualified. He had plenty of lowlights to this point, but that one just might be near the top of the list.

Either way, the moment Chloe took her feet off of his face Yamato began panting, sucking in air in repeated big breaths while he lay there on the mat. His mind was an awkward mesh of thoughts he couldn’t hope to untangle at the moment. And he couldn’t tell if it helped clear his mind or only made things worse when, just as he was starting to raise his head up off the mat, Chloe ever so lightly placed the ball of her foot right on Yamato’s lips while she was having a chat with the ref. He didn’t catch much of it, other than something to the effect of, “You know the rules. Keep that up and I’ll have to disqualify you.”

She wasn’t pressing down hard on him at all, yet his head still eased back down to the mat under her foot. A split second of confusion was quickly overridden by more conflicting thoughts. With such little pressure bearing on him, it would be easy to move her leg, but...did he want to? This didn’t seem like she was trying to keep him pinned down to humiliate him. She’d clearly enjoyed the treatment her feet had been receiving from him so far, and was testing to see if he’d do it again. This time without the threat of being smothered out or having his arm broken. He hesitated a long moment and then...kissed the foot once more, just before she took it off his face. He just couldn’t resist.

Yamato tried to put that out of his mind as quickly as possible now that he finally had a chance to get back up. He quickly rolled onto his front and pressed his good arm on the mat in preparation to spring to his feet and charge Chloe head on! But he stalled at the sight of her foot again, this time resting mere inches away from his face on the mat. For two or three seconds it was as if he were frozen in time, before he realized what he was doing.

“Ah, shit!” he cursed, frustrated and embarrassed with himself again. But finally he forced himself to move, pushing up to a vertical base and swinging a wild lariat at Chloe with his good arm! That little “distraction” a second ago had probably given the blonde beauty plenty of time to see this coming, but desperation spurred Yamato on regardless.

She knew the rules, which is why Chloe paid no attention when the referee himself was telling her off. So uptight and a stickler for the rules. "Fine, fine." She sighed, seeming as if her attention was on the referee but it would end up somewhere else. He managed to not catch as to what she is doing, if he did then there would be questions as to why she is stepping on her opponent. However, she wasn’t actually putting most of her weight down on him and if Yamato was to smack the leg away then perhaps he would get told off too, something that Chloe could argue with. She liked to think that she has her bases covered.

Still, there was a lot to take, while not seeing as to what is going on, she could definitely feel it. Yamato seemed to remain there underfoot, gently eased back down to the mat without any force from her at all. Mostly to see his reaction to it when he wasn’t trapped in a hold, let alone having the fear his arm would break. And Yamato kept surprising her, feeling that kiss once more on the ball of her foot. This was quite the treat that she found. Chloe looked at the footage before when she was studying up on her opponent, seeing what makes him tick, what are his weaknesses. What are his strengths, besides the obvious one that she could guess from just looking at the man. But at no point did it ever show him actually liking this sort of thing. Is this something new? Or has he been hiding it for such a long time? Many questions popped up but safe to say, Chloe was quickly starting to like this one.

But she needed to know more, play with him and teases him further. Dmitri certainly struggled until that very foot that beaten his taekwondo (and his face) had him shuddering from an orgasm. Perhaps she might not meet some resistance from Yamato if this goes into her favour.

Yamato would indeed roll over to his front before trying to push up. Her attention turned to him as the man does get on all fours…or threes, considering his arm isn’t in the best shape, but he hasn’t moved since. Looking at Yamato, it was no surprise to see the reason as to why he stopped. Her toes wriggled under his face before one lifted up to place her toes on his chin. “Come, come. Up you get. You're still in a match, remember?” She chuckled, hoping he is still stuck for long that she could guide him up to his feet, her leg stretching up high as he does so. Depending on if she does manage to, Chloe would suddenly fire a side kick, planting her sole towards his ribs just to send him further back!

Until today, only one of Yamato’s previous opponents had ever employed any sort of foot domination against him. That had been when Ami Takeuchi smeared her foot on his face after defeating him, and forced Yamato to briefly worship her foot. That had been an act of revenge for his sister Mariko humiliating Ami’s brother in similar fashion after a spar in the gym. Again, it had been brief. Yamato vaguely remembered being surprised he had not exactly hated that either, but the experience had been short enough that it was easy to dismiss and make excuses for.

That wasn’t the case at all here. Yamato had had Chloe’s feet in his face in some way or another since the opening bell, and his reactions spoke for themselves. Granted, with his lips hidden by her sole, no one watching could see Yamato had been kissing her feet. But there was no possible way to hide it from Chloe. The earlier portions may have been easy enough to excuse away. But his more recent actions confirmed all of her suspicions, as well as his own, and she was taking full advantage of it. He immediately became sure of it the moment she wiggled her toes teasingly in front of him before using them to guide him back up by the chin.

Yamato nervously swallowed a lump in his throat while he raised up as her foot willed. His right hand balled into a fist, the lariat he’d intended to throw still on his mind. But just when he felt like he’d worked up the will to try it, a sudden kick hammered hard into his ribs! “Ugh!!” he gasped out as the blow sent him staggering back several steps. Coming near to one of the corners, he grabbed onto the ropes and eased himself to lean back against the turnbuckles, hoping to rest a moment while his good arm rested over his ribs where he’d been kicked.

Yamato seemed to easily bend to Chloe’s will, had him wrapped around her finger and the man would probably know it. This might just the easiest battle Chloe has been in and the night was still very young. There was much to do and with how easily Yamato just caved in a kept kissing her foot, she wondered if she would be able to do it all. There was no way for Yamato to deny this to the crowd or to Chloe herself, they both knew better. Her foot managed to bring the big boy up to his feet, seeing that hand balled up and wondering if he was even going to do something. He had been slow ever since the bell had rung and she was sure to be able to counter what Yamato had in mind. The older Ishii sibling wasn’t really convincing the crowd that he had gotten better since his absence. What exactly has he been doing all these months? Years perhaps. Yet to muster any sort of offence, Yamato seemed to be trying to change things.

And yet, there was still nothing from Yamato. The lariat that he had in mind was still pending and he never got to use it, Chloe being much faster on the draw as she sent him staggering with a kick into the ribs. She held her leg up still, keeping it there until Yamato came to the corners. The leg would then lower to the mats, a wicked grin as he leaned against the turnbuckles, one of Chloe’s favourite places to put someone in. The ex-commissioner would charge right in, not giving any more time for Yamato, stepping on her right leg, pivoting around fast before her foot shot out just as fast, stepping inside for a spinning back kick, this one aims straight for the stomach and to deliver a hard blow, just to see how his abs could handle something like this.

“Ugh, damn it!” Yamato cursed under his breath while leaning against the corner turnbuckles. He was starting to get frustrated with himself over his inability to focus. Chloe had kicked him all around the ring at will from the outset, and she hadn’t even broken a sweat doing it. He hadn’t been able to put so much as a finger on her. And here he was, cornered, breathing starting to get a little heavier.

Of course his eyes locked onto her foot, which remained suspended after kicking him away, and watched it lower back down. Why couldn’t he stop himself from looking?! Come on, stop staring and do something! his mind seemed to scream at himself. But just as he started to take a step out from the corner, Chloe was already quickly closing the distance again!

Yamato put his arms up defensively, but in the process made a crucial mistake. His arms went too high, shielding his head while Chloe instead went for the body. This might’ve been the most forgivable of his mistakes up until now. The blonde was clearly flexible enough to throw a devastating kick at his head with ease. And between the two potential outcomes, a solid head kick would likely be worse to deal with immediately. Guarding high wasn’t quite the worst thing he could’ve done, but it didn’t do anything to prevent Chloe’s foot from finding his stomach.

“Guh!!” he gasped out at the stiff blow, which seemed to knock the wind right out of Yamato while roughly pushing him right back against the corner. Toned and solid as his abs were, they were still only going to hold up so well against a kick like that. His arms went down protectively over his stomach, all too late now, while he tried to recover some of the air Chloe had just kicked out of him.

Is Yamato really that focused on her that he could not stop looking, even after getting kicked towards the turnbuckle? This is getting much more interesting with every passing minute.

But it was amusing also, just for him to be that distracted by a simple foot. Perhaps the reason why he had been so slow in responding. An amused smirk was etched on her ruby lips as she kept that leg hovered. If Yamato wanted to keep staring and drooling over something that had been battering him all over the ring, then who was she to deny him? This was more amusing than her time with Dmitri.

And even when he had the chance to fully defend himself, Yamato still failed and got struck again. Although this wasn’t just something that was blamed because of his lack of focus. It was perhaps much more tempting for Chloe to target something much higher, but that is perhaps something that one would expect, so she went for something that immediately caught him unaware. So while it’s the more forgivable of mistakes, this is still a mistake. One that he is paying for gravely.

Driving almost all of the air right out of his lungs and coming out of his mouth, her dainty little foot struck him right at the spot where there was a lot of give, even if Yamato had the strongest of abs to combat and shield from most of the damage. Chloe kept that foot pressed into his stomach, leaning into his eyes, twisting the knife a bit. Just to see him squirm a bit. “Mmm…you look like you're having fun...” She grinned. “Well, you’re about to be a very lucky man indeed.”

Before Yamato could even take a moment to think about what she meant by that, Chloe pushed back a bit, her foot mercifully moving away from his stomach, like the blade removing itself from its body. Though that mercy period wouldn’t last for long, however, Chloe’s foot wouldn’t lower itself to the mat, rather it would suddenly fire off three roundhouse kicks right towards the same stomach area before two more right at the side of his head. Though that would only be the start of it as she shifted a bit and fire a few side kicks towards his gut of the older Ishii sibling before a few shots towards his kidneys, to spice things up, alternating between the four targets at random, unleashing a barrage of kicks for his pleasure, or misfortune, whichever way he wants to look at it.