Humiliation Match: Yamato Ishii vs Chloe Mason

A veteran fighter with trained instincts would likely cringe at the fact that Yamato somehow didn’t see Chloe’s leg coming. But despite everything he’d endured in this match so far, the fact remained he had been in the ring with very few women, if any at all, who had the same level of balance that this woman had. Once he’d moved past the raised leg, his eyes told him her other three limbs were the only ones left to worry about. And at this distance, he could work with that.

...Except, that other leg wasn’t really poorly placed at all. Yamato was in tunnel vision right now, and didn’t even see it swing back in as he advanced. It struck a leg from the side, and suddenly he was totally off balance and stumbling down toward the mat. What really sucked though, was the knee that rose up to meet his face on the way down.

*POW!*

The blow slammed right on target. The world spun for a split second. Yamato didn’t even remember feeling himself hit the mat but he was there now, flat on his back, groaning while a hand rested over his aching skull. He hadn’t heard a bell, so he was pretty sure the match wasn’t over. In reality he’d only been down on the mat for a second or two, but he had no way of knowing. All Yamato did know was he was getting his ass handed to him, and felt helpless to do anything about it.

Anyone that had better fight knowledge and just all-around better would be cringing at this moment.

Truth be told, it wasn’t so much a bad idea in knocking her leg askew, gives much time in order to charge right in on an open opponent. So the idea was there, just that she did not account to Chloe’s sense of balance. Among other things that she could have done, coupled with his speed, her leg swung back when he least expected it and would take his leg from under him just as he advanced. With the amount of space between her and Yamato, the following knee strike wouldn’t have done much, which is why his own momentum was the next part to the equation, letting his forward momentum for him to literally run into her knee.

All make up for a rather comical sight. But it made up for a showcase of skill.

The older Ishii sibling crumpled onto the canvas, flat on his back. The ex-commissioner sighed as her foot came down to the mats once again. From the looks of things, she didn’t knock him out so that was good. It meant that Chloe can do what she wanted with him. And as she stalked around him like a lioness stalking a wounded prey, there was a nice idea that she wanted to see through.

After one lap around the big lad, Chloe would soon stand with both legs on either side of his body, before a foot would rise up towards Yamato before hovering right over his face. A few light slaps just to check if he was still cognizant to the world around him. “Don’t go to sleep just yet. There’s still much fun to be had. So much fun.” She chuckled as she let it hover around just inches at his face. “Go on. You know you want to.”

Yamato was heavily dazed, so much so in fact that at certain points while Chloe casually walked around his prone body, he could’ve sworn he saw more than one of her. It would happen in short, fleeting moments, then it would just be her again, until finally the blonde came to a stop right over him. Yamato knew he was taller than her. But right now Chloe looked like a giant as he stared up at her towering over him.

His thoughts took a very different turn when she suddenly raised her foot over him. The light smacks against Yamato’s cheek made him blink rapidly for a moment, before his eyes came to rest on her sole as it hovered right above his face. Chloe’s words made him blush in embarrassment, and yet... he couldn’t bring himself to deny or refute them. She was right, Yamato did want to. He didn’t entirely understand why, but he did.

A moment of hesitation passed, and then his head rose up. Chloe’s scent filled his nose, and like magic it dispelled whatever reservations were restraining him. Yamato placed small kisses over her sole, and then began to lick at it, taking care to reach every inch he could get to.

There were a few times in which Chloe would use the word perfect to describe something that is her own doing. Chloe had indeed held high standards, even when it comes to administrating such humiliation on her opponents. Although, even she knew that she shouldn’t have placed grand expectations in the quality of an opponent’s service since not many are well versed in this sort of thing. However, Yamato could not have been the perfect picture of total submission. If there were search on the internet for absolute submission, it would be him. The blonde couldn’t recall anyone that would lick her foot with such enthusiasm; many would be begrudging with their efforts. They know they have to, but in their hearts, they wish they were not placed in such a position, merely going through with the stipulation that they foolishly walked into.

Chloe felt like she was taller, standing up straight like the goddess she is as Yamato gave into his desire. In her eyes, it was only a matter of time and time was wasted in him hesitating every single time. Still, the ex-commissioner gave Yamato a choice. She wasn’t going to force it onto him, rather knowing that he would make the right choice. And indeed, he did.

The older Ishii sibling would free himself from the shackles and chains that held him back, and his lips embraced the sole openly. Chloe let out a purr, letting him tend to the foot that had been battering around but showing how it is something to worship as well. He wasn’t so dumb to disobey, he got over his limitations and let him savour the taste to his heart’s content.

Much, much better.

“Yess~ Good...Show me how much you love it. Show me how much you desire it.” She smirked as she looked down on the lowly Yamato with great amusement as she watches how well of a job this man was willing to do.

This was so wrong. It had to be wrong. Yamato had never felt so certain about something like this before. But he just couldn’t hold himself back. Chloe was easily among the most beautiful women he had ever encountered, in or out of wrestling. And her perfect feet had awakened a fascination within his head he had never even known was there. From their scent to their soft touch, they were simply enamoring.

But those same feet had been kicking him around the ring, making a fool out of him this entire match. This was supposed to be a wrestling match. Chloe was supposed to be his opponent. The bell hadn’t rung, the match wasn’t over. So why was he willingly kissing and worshipping her feet on command with thousands of eyes watching every second of it? Maybe it wasn’t over, but Chloe had more than proven her superiority by this point. She’d beat him into total submission using nothing but her feet. And the onlooking crowd had become a total non-factor in Yamato’s conscience.

No, the match wasn’t officially over. But Yamato had been in enough of these to know his chances of finding a way to win this one were virtually gone. Chloe could finish him off any time she wanted. But she was generously allowing him to indulge in the pleasure of worshipping her feet. Maybe she even liked it as much as he did. Whatever the case, the moment she gave her command, Yamato’s efforts doubled. He continued to kiss her sole, and each of her toes. Then his tongue went to work, brushing and lapping against her foot with nothing short of total admiration. No reachable inch of her sole was left untouched or underappreciated. He savored every taste, and every second. Yamato’s neck started to ache from holding his head up, but he didn’t seem to care about that, nor the noticeable tent he was pitching in his shorts. He just continued to pour his all into worshiping Chloe’s foot, and be grateful for the privilege.

This couldn’t have gone any better than this. It did take a while for Yamato to finally admit and let go of everything that has been holding him back. But sometimes you have to break someone to rebuild and make them into a new being. One that seemed to love serving Chloe’s foot, awakening something that he liked and had not known without the former commissioner. Soft and welcoming, despite the damage they can cause, which is something Yamato knows all too well now, he worshipped something that is considered a weapon. No, he was serving the one who wields it, the one who takes good care to maintain for battles like this. This is what Chloe lived for. To have them brought low in absolute submission, a feeling one cannot get in the boardroom. It is much sweeter when you get to work for it.

He traded his sorrow, his shame to enjoy this, happy to not care about the millions of eyes that are laid on him. To see a competitor simply laying down and worshipping the one body part that has been owning him throughout this match. The match isn’t officially over but everyone knew who had eyes that it is without the need of ringing the bell. Chloe saw potential, however. The fact Yamato was devoted to keeping his head up, even with the strain in his neck, even with how battered he is, all to taste and indulged on what is offered before him like it was water to survive.  Not only that, his efforts continued to grow, and the tent in his shorts became more noticeable. There was much to work with. Yamato wasn’t the biggest, and he certainly wasn’t the smartest. Or the most skilled that the ex-commissioner had faced and conquered. But he can be of use. All that mattered is admiration and devotion. And Yamato showed that in spades.

To give a shred of mercy, Chloe would press the foot down on his lips, pressing her smooth arch down to pin him down to the mat. Would he still be devoted to licking them even with the foot attempting to crush his teeth into dust? “Where was that spirit when you were fighting?” Her shoulders shook as she laughed silently. “Or perhaps that is what you desired all along. I offered you absolution before and I’m sure you know how that went when you thought about denying me. But now? You belong to me.” After a moment, Chloe would step off Yamato before strutting around the older Ishii sibling, walking up towards his splayed legs. “And I believe you can be of much use.”

Standing in front of him, Chloe would spread those legs wide with one of her foot to create some space, exposing the tent up shorts that were no doubt full mast and saluting to its new master. “But you are simply halfway on your journey. Now…” The blonde would raise her foot to gently place her wet sole on the tip of his cock. She wouldn’t start rubbing it, however, not bothering with that as Yamato would know what to do now. Just one simple thing:

“Submit.”

Yamato’s head went back onto the mat as Chloe pressed her foot down over his lips. The pressure bearing down on him was uncomfortable, but he felt relieved to not have to endure the strain in his neck anymore. He hadn’t asked Chloe to help him with that little issue, but she had anyway. It made Yamato feel weird to think of having his face stepped on as some kind of favor being done for him, but that was just how it felt to him. He had little room to move his lips, but he did continue trying to kiss Chloe’s foot to the best of his ability given the circumstances.

Obviously he couldn’t answer her words directly with his mouth covered. He blushed in embarrassment at the comments, but that was as close to a response as his body could offer. He began to take in heavy breaths once Chloe took her foot off of him, but otherwise remained still while watching the blonde beauty walk around him. The same foot he had been worshipping with pure lust and adoration exposed his erect cock, and came to rest right on the tip.

Yamato groaned lightly in anticipation, but what he hoped for was not granted. There was an expectation of him now. Part of him wanted to refuse, but his body simply couldn’t. Overwhelmed by his inner desires, Yamato’s hips moved almost instinctively, rubbing his member against Chloe’s foot. There was no point fighting back. His body understood, and finally he did too.

“I submit!”

Even with her foot bearing his face down, Chloe still felt Yamato putting in the effort to kiss at her sole, though that would be quite the task considering the force she was putting into making this as uncomfortable as possible. But YamatoYamato's dedication in trying to please Chloe has impressed her, how many would ever do that, especially without being asked. As a token of appreciation. How lovely.


Further amused, Chloe would move up, placing her sole right on the tip of his throbbing member, feeling the shudder that came naturally, the anticipated moan was music to her ears. But she wasn't going to do anything for him. If he wanted to release, then he must seek it and take himself to the peak of climax. All this, without giving an order. With how much Yamato has been trying to please Chloe, there was now an expectation. She wasn't going to settle for anything less.


Fortunately, Yamato got the message, fully letting go of any inhibitors that held him back from his true desires. His hips moved on their own accord while his member stroked along the sole. Chloe would flex her foot, curling her toes to feel every wrinkle and flexing them out to smoothen them, alternating so that he's not used to one for too long. His mind was gone. Only just a foot bitch. His submission was...sup-par, but acceptable. Still, the former commissioner desired for more. "Come on. You could do better than that, dog. I want you to beg. Beg for me. Tell me how much you want them. How much you love them. I need not explain what happens to pets that don't obey. Now beg."

How many times had Yamato heard his sister speak to opponents she had conquered the same way Chloe was now speaking to him? It added to the strangeness of the whole experience for him, but it also further cemented the completeness of his defeat tonight. He hadn’t just lost a match. This woman had totally dominated him from the outset, almost exclusively using her feet. And now not only was she ordering him to beg for her feet, but she had broken him so thoroughly that he wanted it. Craved it even. The submission he had offered hadn’t been enough. But with the extra “encouragement” from the blonde goddess, she would get what she wanted.

“I...love them. They’re...perfect. I want them. I would do anything for them. Please, don’t stop! I submit!” He practically groaned the words as they came out, all the while his hips seemed to work on autopilot, rubbing his hardened shaft against her flawless sole.

It might’ve been the most embarrassing thing he had ever admitted out loud to anyone, but he meant every word. Chloe had opened Yamato’s eyes to a side of himself he had never known was there. The door couldn’t be closed now. For Chloe and her perfect feet he would do just about anything. Right now, surrendering a match and debasing himself seemed a small price to pay.

Slowly, he was starting to learn. Yamato was getting used to what she wanted from him. And Chloe couldn’t be happier. She closed her eyes and fully committed the sound of those words to memory.  True, Chloe had heard every single variation there is when it came to a verbal submission of a broken victim. However, not many would have left an impression like Yamato. There was something… special, hearing this. Genuine words were spoken, the way his hips worked tirelessly, he wasn’t doing it begrudgingly. Yamato really wanted this. Chloe wouldn’t have expected something like this at first glance, but as a seasoned veteran in her own right, looks can be deceiving.

An amused giggle left her lips as she looked down, debasing himself for the whole world to see. Still, the ex-commissioner was a woman of her word. “I’m not doing anything, dog. If you want them so much, then show it. Surrender yourself! Give in to your desires and bring out your offering!”