Humiliation Match: Yamato Ishii vs Chloe Mason

It was bad enough that the heavy kick to his stomach had knocked so much wind out of him, but Yamato didn’t even have a chance to get any of it back. Chloe’s foot remained firmly planted against his midriff, digging into his abs while pinning him back against the turnbuckles. On instinct one hand went toward her leg as if wanting to push it away, but...he really didn’t put much effort into his resistance. Chloe could probably guess why.

Yamato grimaced and squirmed as the blonde leaned in, just as she wanted, and blushed at her comment. He wanted to deny it, but that felt impossible at the moment. His mind was trapped in a state of confusion at these unfamiliar thoughts. It didn’t make any sense to him. He just knew that Chloe’s soft sole pressing against him felt infinitely better than it should’ve.

The pleasure soon came to an end, pain returning in its place. The flurry of kicks that followed came too quick for him to manage. The first three kicks sent toward Yamato’s stomach and the two aimed at his head all hit their targets clean and unobstructed, each eliciting a fresh grunt of pain from his lips. Only then did he finally put his arms up in some semblance of a guard. He felt her foot strike against his arms a few times, but many kicks slipped through and found their marks. Gradually the barrage caused Yamato to slip down to a sitting position against the corner, his already weak guard weakening further with each successful blow.

Honestly, she was getting an absolute thrill from this. And it is not hard to see the reason why.

Even Chloe herself can admit to indulging her more sadistic urges here and then. Which meant that more and more she was putting more and more when it comes to her kicks, treating him as if Yamato was just a sandbag, letting her feet just drive into his flesh, cutting into his body and making an example of him. There probably was a chance that Yamato was liking it, hard to tell, considering the guy’s attempts at making a guard for the onslaught of attacks.

Of course, it is flimsy at best, too many attacks were slipping through his guard and some just outright beating it. Nothing was keeping her from those targets and she was striking him down with all she has, biting her lower lip as she relishes in his pain. His torment. His suffering. And it didn’t seem like she was stopping, even as Yamato was gradually slipping down the turnbuckle, it kept following him, the attacks to the face made it all the easier, smacking him left and right, a full course serving. A beautiful song, his body used as the instrument and Chloe as a master player, manipulating him with ease.

That is of course until the referee decided to intervene. Can’t be beating someone down whilst they are in the corner. A shame. But rules are rules.

Turning her around, the ref telling her off, or at least doing his best to, considering the story of what happened to the last referee in Chloe’s previous match in Tension and would perhaps rather not be on the receiving end after seeing Yamato being on the receiving end of those kicks. Her hands cross underneath her chest, her head canted a bit. She knew what the rules were, she wasn’t dumb. At least, to make things somewhat interesting, Chloe lifted her leg behind, pressing the ball of her foot into his lips, her toes wriggling against them just so they could sneak into his mouth with the intention of forcing them inside whilst having to listen to this referee.

The onslaught continued even as Yamato helplessly sunk into the corner, stopping only once the referee at last intervened. It was strange, the moment he heard her voice commanding Chloe to stop he felt a wave of relief wash over him, only for that relief to turn to anxiety as he watched the blonde’s foot move away from him.

“Why am I thinking like this?!” he practically screamed at himself in his head. This was getting out of control - no, scratch that. It was out of control. Yamato didn’t know or understand why he was so entranced by Chloe’s feet. But he was, that much was flat out indisputable at this point. It was embarrassing. It was preventing him from thinking straight or fighting back in this match. But he just couldn’t help it!

Whatever was being said between Chloe and the ref, he hadn’t even noticed. But he did notice the sudden, now familiar feeling of his opponent’s foot against his lips again. It snapped him out of his thoughts, then seemed to freeze him in reality. Once again, he made no effort to move it away or resist. He just sat there, embracing the soft feeling of her sole, and her toes dancing against his lips. As if on instinct they opened slightly, and her toes slipped right into his mouth. He let out a slight muffled noise and squirmed briefly. And then his tongue began moving as if it had a mind of its own. It brushed over, under and in between Chloe’s toes, tasting and worshiping them. It was another situation where he was glad the crowd couldn’t see exactly what he was doing. But of course Chloe would feel it. This was probably what she wanted anyway.

And as if the unusual thoughts clouding his mind to this point hadn’t been strange enough to him, he suddenly found himself hoping his actions were pleasing her.

Another attempt at a reprimand. One which Chloe did not pay heed or any attention. For she heard all of this before that she knew the exact words a ref would say. Some have their twist on how they would say it but it's mostly the same. And of course, it is. But that isn't what is on Chloe's mind. Rather her attention was on the action behind her. Below her even.

Yamato was obviously battered already due to the barrage of kicks that came her way and it would have been a wise decision to take the time to rest up while Chloe was getting told off. Or attack her from behind, but the blonde knew that wasn't Yamato's thing. Too good to pull off a stint like that. What a shame.

But he can at least be a good boy and just tend to the foot that is pressed up on his lips. Much to her surprise, well, not really at this point, Yamato simply accommodated it, willingly let his mouth host Chloe's toes inside without any bit of resistance. Not only that, his own tongue was getting into the action, lapping all over and explored the feeling of her toes. The crowd wouldn't be able to see it, neither did Chloe, but she could feel it. And the smile she had wasn't to the ref, but in relishing this feeling of his wet tongue. Not bad. Bit sloppy but she'll let that slide.

After the ref gave her the second warning, Chloe would slip the foot away before the ref sees it, not before giving a sharp slap with her sole from behind her, letting the hot sole smack at his cheek before he would walk away, showing off her bare soles as she struts.

Yamato must’ve looked foolish, idly sitting in the corner while sucking on his opponent’s foot. A decent amount of the crowd laughed and chuckled at him, but he hardly seemed to notice. In that moment nothing existed in Yamato’s senses except for him and Chloe. His eyes saw only the bottom half of her foot protruding from his mouth, and her perfect legs, traveling up to an equally perfect ass.

The blonde bombshell had looked like a goddess to Yamato when she first made her way to the ring tonight, and that impression was only being further enhanced now. Using only her feet she had effortlessly dominated and controlled him, to the point that he was now willingly worshipping the very feet that had been kicking him around the ring, and clearly enjoying it too. His tongue was pretty inexperienced with this sort of thing, and being battered around like a training dummy likely hadn’t done his form any favors either. But the fact that Chloe let him continue as long as she did told him she was pleased.

He was almost disappointed when she moved her foot out of his mouth, a thin trail of saliva briefly bridging between his lips and her toes before it broke and fell. The slap from her foot was hardly the first time her sole had met his face, but the addition of his own saliva added something just a bit extra and different he couldn’t entirely describe to the feeling. There was some sort of subconscious implication here, more than just a simple emphasis of her domination over him.

Yamato noticed as Chloe walked away her feet held in the air just long enough to make it clear she was deliberately giving him a good look with each step. She was in his head big time, and was letting him know she knew it without so much as speaking a single word. Grabbing the ropes beside him he pulled himself back to his feet. Then, trying once more to muster the effort to turn this thing around, Yamato took off in a sprint toward Chloe, readying himself to try to tackle her straight to the mat once he was close enough!

Inexperienced, but there was at least something that Chloe could tell from the moments her foot met with his mouth and tongue. She wasn’t going to expect anyone to be an absolute master with this sort of thing, it was pretty rare. But Yamato was being a nice little toy so far. Starting to warm up to Chloe. He might not work as one of her bodyguards considering the kind of skills he was showing…or lack thereof. However, there are still uses for him. And Chloe could certainly use someone like him.

But she has to tear down all the walls of resistance that Yamato still has and this will indeed take a while until he is fully subservient and compliant. But it wouldn’t be too long, considering how easily she has been dominating him so far. Completely controlling him and wrapping him around her little finger. Or her toe. Chloe was being deliberate with the way she walked away, letting her feet get a bit of hang time before she made a step. The ex-commissioner didn’t need to look back, she knew that Yamato was looking and she was going to give him as much of a look as she wanted.

She kept it up, even the crowd gave some wolf whistles and cheers as Yamato soon grabbed at the ropes, pulling his larger frame up to his feet. The blonde turned around, a slight smile on her lips. Seems he is still trying to resist. Well whatever it may be, Chloe wasn’t so worried about him. Knowing just the kind of thing for him if he is to get close.

And the older Ishii sibling would indeed charge in, sprinting down towards the ex-commissioner looked unbothered and relaxed. Her smile grew bigger as the distance grew shorter. Of course, she wasn’t going to do nothing and stand there, Chloe’s foot fired out in a flash, snapping out with a simple front kick. The only difference is that she fired it pretty early, however, the intention was to let her sole hover in the air, directly towards his face, letting her leg hang there, outstretched. Perhaps he’s dumb enough to run right into it, who knows. She just wanted to see his reaction to it.

Yamato speed didn’t exactly come close to matching his strength. There were probably a fair number of guys slower, particularly some of the bigger ones, but that didn’t change any of the factors working against him in his sudden charge. Despite its abruptness Chloe had been watching him the moment he started running and, again, he just wasn’t all that fast. Maybe things would’ve been different if he was actually quick enough to close the distance before she’d turned to face him. But as it was she saw him coming from a mile away and had all the time in the world to react.

He should’ve have been surprised by how she reacted. But the second her foot shot up Yamato slammed on the brakes, boots practically skidding to a stop to prevent himself from colliding headfirst into her sole. In his head he gave himself a silent pat on the back for actually managing to stop himself in time, unaware that it had only happened this way by Chloe’s deliberate design. Of course she could have waited just a split second longer and ensured he ran right into her foot. But she’d put it up there when she did not for the sake of inflicting damage, but to further tease Yamato and test his reaction.

What happened next would probably come as little surprise to the blonde. Hell, she probably even expected it. Yamato stood still as a statue, eyes glued to the sole of Chloe’s pretty foot as it hovered directly in front of him. This would likely be the moment that some in the crowd would finally begin to suspect what the blonde already knew, while others might just think the realization that he had just narrowly avoided having his lights kicked out had merely shaken him momentarily. That much might’ve been true initially, but now he was just held in an almost trance-like state. He swallowed a lump in his throat nervously, feeling a sudden urge to touch, kiss and lick her foot. Yamato had enough presence of mind to be aware of what he wanted and feel embarrassed for it, but those urges were strong enough to at least keep him from acting against them either.

All Chloe had done was shown him the object of a desire he’d never even known he had, and Yamato felt more stuck now than he ever had felt in any wrestling hold.

Yamato's speed was nothing to write home about, another thing that added to his disappointing showing on his return, adding to his offence. Or lack thereof. It was almost comical as Chloe watched the older Ishii sibling trying to rush at her. Granted, his speed was average, but she had enough time to turn round and face him as he came towards the blonde. She let out a sigh, all before firing a kick at his direction. With how early she has thrown it, Yamato would have enough time to stop right in his tracks before he collided face first.

Not that she was expecting it but it would prove to be such an amusing sight.

Yamato soon had the wherewithal to pump the brakes on that slow-moving train, near skidding to a stop. He probably must be congratulating himself for stopping in time. So he at least gets a welcome sight as a treat. The larger man probably soon caught on what Chloe was trying to do but as soon as he realised, he was in that spider web, trapped, right where Chloe wanted her. Her smile grew bigger, relishing in such a feeling where someone like him was just ogling at her foot and is just standing there like a statue. Her foot never moved an inch, simply hovering a few inches from his face. She watched his face, his eyes, noticing him swallowing saliva down his throat. Very slowly, the ex-commissioner moved her foot to one side, mostly to see if he's fully following it before moving it to the other side, paying attention to his eyes all the meanwhile.

"You want it don't you?" said Chloe, still balancing on one leg. "You want to kiss it? Maybe get a good lick? Or maybe just a simple sniff, perhaps?" All those things were possible going through his mind. "How about just jerking off to it as you stare into my perfect foot? I'll allow you. Come on. You can't resist...~"

Given his situation now, it honestly might have been better for him to run into the foot and take an embarrassing fall. It would have been an incredibly goofy sight, but at least then he wouldn’t have wound up standing in place for several moments just staring right at Chloe’s foot in front of him while an arena full of spectators watched on.

His eyes followed as it moved to one side and then back the other way, as if the blonde beauty were hypnotizing him where he stood. It wasn’t that far off from the truth, and Chloe tested the extent of the effect her foot had on him with her command. That finally seemed to bring Yamato’s mind back somewhat, as a sense of surprise clearly seeped into his features. She was telling him to masturbate right then and there, just for her foot.

Perhaps the part that surprised Yamato most, he actually found himself considering it.

His hand slowly started to move toward his trunks, before finally shook his head. “No.... I won’t!” he said, then finally tried to shift around Chloe’s leg so he could attempt to throw his arms around her and tackle her to the mat!

Yamato following Chloe’s foot wasn’t the most amusing thing that she had seen. Although it was certainly up there with the goofy sight that the bigger man had when he just continued to stare as if stuck in a trance. Following where Chloe moved it, proving more to her claims. No, the most amusing thing was that as she just ordered him to masturbate right there and then as he continued to stare…

…and he actually considered it.

The ex-commissioner saw that hand lowering to his trunks and for the moment, it looked as if it was going to be that easy to bring him into his demise. Letting him and encouraging him into following his desires and just give an offering to the object of desire, letting him forget about what he went through, all for that slice of heaven. However, he resisted again, coming back to reality and continued to fight against Chloe’s wiles, something rather disappointing. She gave him a chance and he threw it back at her face.

That wasn’t going to please her.

So instead, she was going to give him that embarrassing fall that he was trying to avoid. Chloe’s foot was knocked away, but it would come at an arc downwards, all before it would come to sweep at Yamato’s legs from under him, just to trip him up as he came towards her. That wouldn’t be the end of it however if she managed to do so as the ex-commissioner would bring her knee up from the same leg, letting him fall into it face first with another of Chloe’s own signatures: Swept Of Your Feet!