Humiliation Match: Yamato Ishii vs Chloe Mason

Chloe’s words resonated with Yamato as if there was literal magic behind them bending him to her will. Mere seconds after they finished leaving the blonde goddess’ lips, all the jolts and tingles of pleasure that had been building within him cumulated like a powerful thunderstorm, before his climax struck him like a bolt of lightning! His cum spurted into the air, much of it raining back down onto his abs.

Yamato continued to thrust and rub himself against her foot, riding out his orgasm to the very end until it finally stopped. He laid there on the mat, panting in both exhaustion and ecstasy. If ever he had felt quite like this before, he could not remember. It still baffled him that Chloe could bring him to this point with only her feet, and that he had wholeheartedly meant everything he had said just seconds ago.

The bell rang and made Yamato’s defeat official, but he hardly seemed to notice. He had no idea what would happen from here. All he knew was Chloe now had ten minutes to do whatever she wanted with him. Yamato was in no condition to resist, though truth be told he was perfectly willing, even eager, to play his part in whatever Chloe and her perfect feet had in store for him next.

Yamato made no effort to hide that it was coming, Chloe had the foresight to angle his poor member so that it wouldn’t splash onto her. The delicate sole felt the building heat from his manhood, the muscle throbbing and hardening as her foot glide up and down. Little by little, Chloe could feel it welling up, the member begging for an end to the tension, no pun intended. As Yamato approached the massive climax, her foot worked that cock harder and harder, even her toes masterfully worked along the tip of his shaft. All at once, the older Ishii sibling gushed out in a steamy release. Ropes of hot white cum spurted out like a hose, Chloe gave one deep rub as Yamato spilt his white surrender all over himself. She kept it at one because Yamato had the desire to thrust and rub himself off like the dog that he is. At least, before he would tire.

Soon as his needy bucking has stopped, Yamato laid there on the mate, panting and in pure bliss as the bell rang and heralded Chloe the winner, showing what she can do with just a few tools needed. Yamato was in no condition to resist, and for a moment, she had even just remembered that there were ten minutes of doing whatever she wants with him. Lifting her foot off his stained manhood, Chloe stepped in and pressed her cum-stained foot on his lips. Looking down straight to the lowly dog. Now, there was an expectation, after all of this. She needed not to say what needed to be done.

Yamato’s conqueror was merciful enough to allow him a few brief moments to catch his breath. Well, truth be told there was no way to tell if Chloe was doing that as an act of mercy or if she was just using the time to consider what she would spend the next ten minutes doing to Yamato. Either way, his body certainly appreciated the opportunity to get his lungs in control.

Seconds later, his eyes again shifted to Chloe when he noticed her moving. He watched, completely still, as the blonde beauty lowered her foot, with some of Yamato’s cum still on it, directly onto his lips. Again no words were spoken from Chloe, and again none were needed. The expectant look in her eyes as they stared down at Yamato told him exactly what she wanted. He’d made a mess on her foot, and now she wanted him to take responsibility and clean it.

It took very little time for him to put two and two together. And the second he understood what Chloe wanted, Yamato put his tongue to work. On its own, there hadn’t been a single point in the match where he had minded either the smell or taste of Chloe’s foot. This was the only time that was different, and of course it was only because of Yamato’s cum on the otherwise flawless sole. In his mind, he reasoned that was exactly why he needed to power through this and clean Chloe’s foot, to in effect restore its perfection.

The taste of his own cum was bitter and gross as he lapped it off of Chloe’s sole one lick at a time. But he endured, swallowing everything he brought back into his own mouth. Up and down the length of the sole, the heel, and even between the toes, Yamato’s tongue glided everywhere within reach to ensure not a single spot was missed, and no sign of Yamato’s orgasm could be seen on the blonde’s beautiful foot any longer.

It could be argued that Chloe had already owned Yamato before he would give in and surrender herself to the blonde, considering the pathetic display that the oldest Ishii sibling brought to the ring. All of this could be regarded as the whole ten minutes, and Chloe would be done with him. But the former commissioner knew that there was a lot of fun to be had that they haven't gotten into. She didn't exhaust all options, and now that Yamato was hers, she can get to bring them to reality.

Starting to be impressed with how obedient Yamato has been, Chloe lifted the foot above his face and let him get to work, which was cleaning up the mess that he created, taking in his surrender so that he is a new man. Now there's an expectation and Yamato was quick to meeting as such, cleaning the very weapon that brought to his demise. Or a new creation. It was a humiliating thing to wipe off your mess, Chloe knew as such. But he did so without hesitation. Granted, the taste of his seed is an acquired one a d that was something he best gets used to. He wanted the grace to cum all over her foot, and then he will have to settle with cleaning it up and not leaving the object of desire dirty.

Up and down the tongue went, and Chloe showed no signs if she was pleased or not, another way of torturing the man without knowing if he did a good job. Then again, if he wanted to be hers, then Yamato will do whatever he can to please her. The tongue glided nicely, still a lot more to be improved, but it was a nice start. A nice bit of potential that Yamato was showing. After a while, there were no signs of any mess that Yamato made on Chloe's's foot. The blonde pushed her toes onto his cheek, pressing on it to turn his head to the side so that she could inspect the work he did. Indeed, there wasn't any evidence; only the sheen of saliva would be shown instead. Grinding the ball of her foot on his jaw, she looked around before letting him off with a harsh slap with her sole. “Up.” The blonde simply said. And he had better hurry.

Yamato couldn’t remember both loving and hating something simultaneously quite like he did with this. Chloe was a true goddess in his eyes, and worshipping her perfect feet was a privilege he’d welcome any day of the week. Licking up and swallowing his own cum, on the other hand, was by far the grossest thing he’d ever personally endured. Doing both at the same time was like repeatedly jumping back and forth between heaven and hell, and doing it so quickly and so many times his mind could never fully settle on how he felt about any of it at any given moment.

But he must’ve felt it was all worth it in the end, because when he was at last done licking and Chloe casually used his cheek as a footstool while she examined his work, he found himself back to loving it. She could tread on his face for as long as she wanted and Yamato would be grateful for every second of it.

He instinctively winced when she ground the ball of her foot against him, and tensed when she slapped him with her sole, but otherwise remained perfectly still and submissive beneath her foot. And when she commanded him to get up, Yamato did so without a moment of hesitation. He didn’t ask any questions or try to leave. He simply stood still, just waiting for the next command.