Evening gown match: Ailinn vs Amaya

Oh oh, that had not been the best of ideas as it seemed when she saw how the girl closed her lips instead of opening them for her, even though she had thought about not provoking Ailinn in the first spot. It may have sounded a little bit strange in her current position, but you could never be too careful.

Deciding that it was probably the best approach right now to not poke the bear any mor, especially in he light that she made some visible and tangible progress in pleasuring and so subduing the girl writhing under her, she would remove the finger from that alluring lips slowly. Then she would bend even further into the direction she had already bended into in an attempt to also expose the womanhood of Ailinn on one side so that even when she pressed her legs together, Amaya would hopefully be able to slip a probing finger through a hole of her evening gown armor and gently rub against the pleasantly damp panty in a light but unrelenting way while the other hand was still busy in an attempt to knead and fondle the luscious orb of the bigger girl.

Ailinn had a slight feeling of moral victory when she felt her rival withdrawing her fingers from her mouth. The Irish knew she souldn't celebrate yet as this momentary win only meant that the Maiko was going to search for a way to sexually attack the greenette and keep the pressure going, but Amaya resigning from obtaining that humiliating pose over her felt like a victory on its own.

If only it had lasted longer. Ailinn drew a long pained groan when she felt her body bending ever more in the lotus hold. The pain was starting to become something to be worried about, but Amaya's intentions weren't making the greenette hurt, only to get a more advantageous position before continuing her sexual attack. The nimble digits continued her fondling and caressing at Ailinn's breast as her nipple went so erect that she could feel a small portion of pain mixed with the powerful pleasure at each brush.

Ailinn was happy that she decided to dress in her elegant gown as she found really easy to get through Amaya's clothing while the smaller girl was having some trouble to get to her sex even given her defenseless position, but eventually the last line of protection had to fall as she felt the Maiko's fingers rubbing through her panties at her sex, a quite damp stain being witness of all the sensual damage she has sustained so long.

As her resistance proved fruitless Ailinn became distressed in the hold, her arousal dangerously getting her so close to the edge as beads of sweat pearled her forehead as she frowned her face, doing her best to keep her mouth shut only giving away her arousal by her heavy breathing and the muffled moans she made. She was facing dire straits as the greenette felt the climax aproaching, but as long as there were embers her spirit could rekibdle its fire.

Just when she was so close to giving in to pleasure Ailinn noticed that Amaya wasn't holding her arms anymore. That would be a mistake taking into account that the greenette was a master of BDSM and that she had escaped her own self bondage countless times. The clumsy bindwork of Amaya could not compare to the professional knots she was able to escape so she started to nimbly move her hands as she made a final try to free herself, biting her lips and repressing her moans while her juices now were freely soaking her panties and Amaya's fingers. Just a little more... Endure just a little more...

Contrary to Ailinn, Amya was in no way versed in bondage or in domination in general. She knew how to make a tight knot or a fitting loop, but that surely was not bondage. It was actually very, very rare that she was sitting at the helm in a hentai match and so had never experienced how someone versed in that method was able to free herself from simple knots and loops like she had made.

The frown on the face of Ailinn also raised her spirit and confidence in herself in general. The girl was bigger, stronger, meaner and probably more sensually experienced than her, but still the humble maiko had her on the edge.
Then there was also the simple fact that the Conqueror was sweating, groaning and moaning under her touch. Her fingers had found a well too as it seemed, the panty of Ailinn showing clearly how very close to cum she was nd her rock hard nipples were not getting any less hard under her fingers.

So in her mind, the Gaelic girl was clearly helpless at this point and she was concentrated on making her give in to temptation instead of checking her bonds again.
*…Cm for me, Ailinn-chan…*
She thought for herself, a little bit frightened of herself for that naughty thought.

With every second it was harder for Ailinn to keep her mask of resistance and defiance, every precious instant she lost in the hold was just another step towards a powerful orgasm that was sure to drain a good portion of the Gaelic’s stamina. She just needed to endure a little bit more before her bindings would be undone, but her arousal couldn’t be concealed anymore even with her mouth shut. She could muster all of her willpower but her bodily reactions would yell what she was feeling. Her breasts would shiver at every slight touch as her nipples became so hard that Amaya’s touch was slightly painful, not that this fact riuned her pleasure. The greenette’s sex was completely drenching her panties and the Maiko’s teasing fingers as her orgasm kept building up.

It would have been so easy to just let go and embrace the pleasure, allowing her body and mind to reach the peak of climax, but that would mean she would get a black stain on her history, a dominator being subjugated and brought to an involuntary orgasm like that. She couldn’t allow that precedent to be planted for future rivals who would come after her, so she did as any good empress would do and not letting any commoner get the best of her. Still muffling her moans and curling her toes inside her heels to try and endure some more she would make the final undoings to her binding as she freed her arms! A final push was needed and she went for a literal push with all of her strength to try and pry off her rival.

Any moment now, Ailinn would cum and then Amaya would have achieved a victory for all small, humble and timid girls that were bullied by bigger girls because they just could so. Little did she know that this vision would not come to pass as Ailinn, much to her astonishment, was able to free herself from tied hands and push her away with a quite mighty push and buck action!

As she was sitting in a rather one sided position, she was also pushed rather one sided and so landed awkwardly, half on her shoulders and half on her head that landed with a little thud on the luckily not too hard wooden dance floor, her legs a little bended as she was holding the arms of the other girl a few seconds before.

”Ugh!”
She groaned, surprised and dazed by the general development in the last few seconds as she could not get what was going on. Now it was her turn to think that Ailinn could be supernaturally strong!

Even with the awkward landing, Ailinn would not get a warning from the referee sage for the push. She was blind and extremely lucky with that move for many observers, so it wasn´t exactly cheating.

Coming back from unfavorable odds was always an extremely satisfactory experience and right now Ailinn's mind debated about it as the greenette ascertained her freedom while standing up and tearing her blindfolf off. For some instants she stood there getting her eyes used to the light again as her hand would go down her legs to just rest before her crotch in an involuntary move that only tried to protect her craving womanhood from any harm.

But back at the previously mentioned debate: right now Ailinn would pose as a true Conqueror as she managed to remove her rival from her and dismiss the orgasm she was just about to experience. On the other hand every single part the Gaelic's body was yelling at her because of her actions denied herself a climax that she now needed. Release for her was starting to become a neccesity as even standing there was now difficult because of the shivers that the pleasure gave her. "Ah... Mmmah... Ghaahhh..., Ailinn moaned while trying to get her breathing under control so her arousal would relax, but to small avail, the Conqueror not even capable of making a smart one liner or a menacing threat. No, she would limit to stare at her laying rival with cold eyes as she noticed how close both of them were to the bedroom's door.

With a sudden grab Ailinn would get Amaya from the back part of her neck and drag her around before opening with a violent push the door and getting inside. She wouldn't even look at the bedroom as she would attempt to pin her rival against a wall. "Take this thing off." Ailinn wouldn't go overly dramatical because she didn't want her rival to notice how close she was to orgasm, her agitated breath the only clue to this as she gave a sharp order and a cold as ice stare. With a movement of her free hand she would try and rip the Maiko's upper part of her dress, revealing her breasts in the process!

Intimidating, that was the perfect word to describe Ailinn at this moment, at least from her perspective in which she had raised her head a little and watched what the bigger girl would do. A more confident or competitive girl would have probably seen through this act, concluded that the Irish would probably have experience in bondage and then thrown down Ailinn to fuck her mercilessly to drive the mean spirit out of her.

But the inexperienced and naturally rather emotionally friendly and non-competitive Amaya  would not pick this up and so she was an easy victim for the bigger girl who dragged the staggering and nearly stunned Japanese in the bedroom and pinned her against the wall.

The fear in the eyes of the smaller girl was basically tangible when her opponent was now so close to her. She feared to say anything or resist because Ailinn had metaphorically sworn her bloody revenge and so would only press her arms against the wall she had been pressed against.

”OUH!”
She would finally yell out when her dress was ripped apart. Her bra would have been another border for the ambitions of the Conqueror, but courtesy to management, it was not the case as the bra of Amaya was not a common item. It was a NASA rejected but still state of the art high-tech clothing band that although wrapped around her torso shielded her boobs and nothing else from curious eyes. Instead of a zipper, it had a wrap for easy access, and this wrap was exactly in a position where a grabbing hand would involuntarily grab on if left the choice, so it fell off together with the gown which was stopped to fall at her waistline where a small inner rope would hold it just so.  

Usually, she would have shielded her breasts but would not dare to right now. Instead her head would look sideward, her cheeks burning with shame, anxiousness and embarrassment. Little did she know that her boobs instead of her mind were coming to her aid in attacking Ailinn by wobbling invitingly after the dress had come off and were continually moving up and down with her heavy, fear induced breathing.

Ailinn reached a point in which she wasn't able to show some of her more dominating features. Staving off an orgasm by sheer willpower took a heavy toll on her as her body craved for the final release slowing her movements and numbing her senses. She couldn't even get some of her distinctive banter. She needed all of her concentration to force her body to keep going. She had to get this, she wouldn't be denied the victory and sexual destruction of Amaya.

And neither would be the destruction of the upper part of her gown, the Gaelic getting surprised as the Maiko's bra undid by itself exposing her orbs. In any other circumstances the greenette would have taken some time to enjoy her rival's sweet bust and its inviting wobbling. It was as if the smaller girl's body wanted to give the Conqueror a treat. Ailinn just wanted to keep going, dominating and subjugating Amaya. This wasn't about enjoying anymore. For the moment and until the Gaelic could regain control of her arousal levels this was a much more primal exchange as she only needed to nullify her opponent. So she got at it again. While forcing Amaya against the wall with one hand she used the remaining one she had to combine pain and pleasure against those breasts. She would alternate light slaps and caresses to her bust in order to end this by driving Amaya insane with pleasure.

Agonizing, that was the next word that would probably describe the situation best in this moment. Not only was she humiliated when her body was pressed against the wall and her dress was ripped off, but it got only worse when Ailinn treated her like cattle and slapped her breasts lightly as if she was a prime piece of meat by alternating between caressing to see if the meat was already soft or if she had to bring a slap again.

”…please…no…”
She stammered with a sobbing voice, but the vicious attacks of Ailinn would not stop. She could feel the intend of the bigger girl, and her breasts reacted accordingly by getting a little bit bigger and her nipples a little bit harder, even though her fear muddled mind protested against this kind of degradation.

”…I beg you, Ailinn-sama…mercy…”
The Japanese whimpered, her eyes filling with tears, but deep in her hearth she knew already that this brutal behemoth did not and would not show mercy. So her legs moved up and down as if she was walking on the tippy toes, but did not move forward to dispense some shame and anticipation.

Then finally, her instinct to flee was saturated. Cornered and trapped and without much hope to metaphorically survive because the predator already had her in its clutches, the other primal instinct would kick in.
”STOP IT!”
She screamed before her head turned around to face the other girl with a lobster-red tear filled face while her hands would shoot forward in an attempt to dig deep into the luscious orbs of Ailinn and squeeze them in an attempt to show her teeth and bite back to drive her attacker off..

Ailinn was back at her most dominant moment as she completely overwhelmed Amaya and got her against all odds again, pinning her against a wall as the Gaelic managed to expose her breasts and get to punish them by slapping the Maiko’s chest. Not much of this treatment was neccesary to have the smaller girl whimpering and begging mercy.

Here a very important disclaimer is needed. Begging for mercy is a very important and prominent feature of the BDSM community. The person in the Master’s role is free to rule as she wants, but if the Slave shows proper respect and bows to the Master’s wishes it is usual to have the dominant one show some mercy out of pity, sometimes disguising this in some disdain. But Amaya had gone too far. Openly defying the mistress is common, but the attempt of humiliation was something no Master with self respect would take, so punishment was in order. There was no bullying or abuse in here, it was all a transaction in power, the leader showing the follower which one was its place, and Ailinn could not stop now as from this point of view Amaya lost respect for her as a dominatrix and now she was going to ascertain that back.

The greenette would push on, continuing slapping her rival with a cold stare on her eyes no matter how hard Amaya pleaded for mercy. The face of the Maiko went red with arousal and frustration as Ailinn judged she was getting into it again. But there was something the Irish didn’t expect, and it was a sudden outburst coming from Amaya, who rushed her hands forward cupping Ailinn’s breasts. That caught the greenette by surprise, whose eyes widened in fearful surprise as the pleasure on her still hard nipples was so big even through her dress.

If she was observant enough Amaya would have been able to notice something. For an instant, just a fraction of a second, the eyes of Ailinn shifted and there was no more Imperious on them, only the sweet girl behind the persona, so eager to get release. Only for this moment the Maiko would have been able to see inside the greenette’s soul, but that was a momentary sensation as Ailinn’s gesture went back to her face as she redoubled her efforts at Amaya’s breasts, rough breaths coming out of her.