Yumi Kuroushī Vs Mistress Paige - The Sadist and the Dominatrix: Match of Excitement

This match was quite a good match up, a seducing and strong dominatrix, leading a masochist kidnapper to her defeat. “Loving harm” was the name of the game, making the maniac in her clutches for as long as possible with pain, as pretty much the only thing that was keeping t her from revolting and fighting back. And Paige was quite good at it, with her years of experience, keeping her rival at bay for quite some time now, and the one receiving it was loving it.

Throughout her life, Yumi had to learn to enjoy whatever little sensation she felt, from the ones that she received from beatings after trying to rob meals and other needs to survive, denying being used to certains things or even existing, among others. This also came with the enjoyment of putting others through the same feelings that she came to know so much better, whether they liked them or not. Her life was based on pain and enjoyment of both herself and of others, with certain limits, ones that could be irreversible.

The bun-haired blonde didn’t fear that this side of her was brought to light, not afraid of being judged, actively showing it clearly in front of everyone’s sight. Being clear, allowing her opponent to move her around like some kind of pet, Yumi takes this opportunity to suffocate herself, before becoming the Mistress’ own floor to step on and then physically humiliated by the Dominatrix’s fine bumps, all with wicked joy.

And she didn’t care about any of it. If they didn’t like the show, they were welcomed to leave. Fuck them all!

Staring into the ceiling, seated down and leaning back against the corner, unleashing her maniac laughs to the air. Now that was quite the fun experience, Paige did know her way to entertain the insane kidnapper, masterfully applying pain, with that seducing, quite fine and strong body of hers. Lost in her thoughts, Yumi almost looked like a zombie, not moving, simply standing there getting her air back, before being disturbed by the sudden interruption of her laugh by another voice, turning towards it only to notice it was her opponent. She sounded sure of her victory, and with quite an enjoyable promise, however Yumi couldn’t simply let this overconfident bitch get the best of her like this, now could her?

Her eyes focused on her target, getting a bit serious thinking what to do next, wanting to respond back to her little comment yet not finding the words to answer back to her, wanting to attack but finding her body too relaxed to suddenly switch to the offense. Was she enjoying it too much? Were her body and mind disconnected, her numb limbs not wanting to move, while spirit screamed to strike and she not knowing if to give in or keep fighting. Her instincts were scrambled, not being able to control her lustful thoughts and her animalistic fighting spirit, incapable of picking one or the other, thus keeping her in a state of indecisiveness.

Then before she could noticed, she was on her opponent’s grasp again, feeling being yanked back up to her feet, being pulled by her hair as Paige stood right in front of her, towering over with her stature, making the kidnapper look up in order to cross her eyes with hers. Their bodies pressed together, her chests clashed against each other, leaving Yumi on the tip of her toes to reach the height that her rival was pulling her up to. She tried to back away, but barely could get away, the grip on her hair keeping her stuck there, but also being the turnbuckle right behind her, couldn’t even take a step back due to being so close to it and with her opponent thrust her torso forwards trapped her even more. The feeling was almost as if Yumi was about to be crushed, squashed between her opponent’s body and the corner, her chest not keeping her with her opponents while her back was pressed even further into corner, before suddenly her head was pushed back, making her arch over the turnbuckle assuming a weird position. And then it went straight for the neck.

The Dominatrix assaulted her neck , making the maniac feel a weird feeling about all of that, not knowing how to react, was pleasure or disgust, she wasn’t sure. Maybe it was the first? Yumi tried to push away, but felt that she couldn’t or didn’t want to, staying there simply hearing what her opponent had to say. And then she chuckled. “Well… you will need much more, if you want me to express this feeling that you call ‘love’. Especially not on the first date.”

What was love? Was something that Yumi had felt before? She wasn’t sure. Perhaps it was an emotion, one that she seeked unconsciously, something that was so outside of her knowledge that made her into the abomination she was today. The one thing that could save her? It was possible, but it was a salvation she didn’t ask for. At this moment allowed her to use a corny joke she once saw on TV. Chuckles were the only thing that came out at that weird moment, overflowed with thoughts and sensations almost as if she was broken.

Sewing seeds of doubt within an adversary's psyche was but one of of a plethora of confidence shaking tools within Paige's villainous toolkit. Each tactical instrument honed and sharpened throughout her tenure as an intergalactic dominatrix who thrives on instilling conflict within typically stalwart and incorruptible opponent's. Although the delectable moppet before her appeared to be an entirely different "beast", as apropos as that specific title may be for her. One who has long since been corrupted and robbed of whatever vestiges of innocence that once lingered within her sadistic soul, a savage eyed beauty that is perhaps irredeemably tainted right down to her very core. Paige reckoned it might end up taking a team of psychologists and therapists working around the clock for who knows how long before any semblance of progress is made towards putting back together the shattered fragments of her psyche. Stands to reason than that this meant that Paige herself had little to nil chance of ever properly understanding or even assessing the bun-haired blonde. Who was currently laughing maniacally and joyously indulging in the spellbinding abundance of her thonged asset, an enrapturing fate that has broken the wills of many heroes and heroines. From whom Paige would typically overhear muffled and mortifying moans, not maniacal cackling from the now freed sadist who was apparently having the time of her life. A sentiment Paige was beginning to share, although for reasons altogether different from Yumi's.

Those aforementioned tools of Mistress' trade were nevertheless working like a charm. One didn't need a third eye to witness the inner turmoil flaring about within the sadists viper-esque pupils, like a rampaging battle taking place within a split second and culminating in an indecisive stalemate. Paige does take quite a lot of pride in bringing that enthralled bewilderment out in her opponent's, making them unsure if whether they should fight their urges or succumb to that sinful voice in the back of their heads. Salacious thoughts that tempted them further down the path of depravity, although in Yumi's unique case they could have been deafening screeches compelling her onward. The vile vaudevillian truly found her spidery foe to be quite the fascinating specimen, one that she opted to further placate after ushering Yumi back to a standing position against the turnbuckle. The regrettable height difference between them forced the sadist to compensate with tip toed balancing. The sympathetic dominatrix curled downward to make it as comfortable for them both as possible, a goal she strove for with caressing kiss' pecked along the blonde's neck combined with what must have been a tormenting strain on her scalp from Paige's unrelenting grip. Further blurring the line between pain and pleasure until a succinct response was elicited by her maniacal foe that actually brought a brightened laugh to the domme's face for once as she tilted her head back while relinquishing the grip on her hair so they could speak face to face and girl to girl.

"...*giggle*...I'd consider that a fair deal since I've only just gotten...Mmm, started anyway." Paige thrusting herself into Yumi to emphasize that word and further the squished bloom to their bosoms. "Although typically people don't reach first base on date numero uno, but you're already sporting one or two hickeys from what I can tell so I suppose the general rules don't apply to us. Whaddya see we just take it slow than...and before long, I'll teach you to love me, and how to accept my love~..." Whispered words breathed warmly with a sinister smile before their lips were brought together for a taste of her foes sweet-lipped madness, a harmoniously humming purr from a smooch that became more commanding as the seconds passed. Mistress' eyes closed and not needing her eyesight anyway when it came time to guide one of Yumi's hands downward by her wrist until it caressed the contours of Paige's rump, even compelling Yumi's hand into a swatting spank that wiggled her thonged butt in impact. Further aggressive affection led to an oppressive grindplay that left little to the imagination and even fewer inches shared between them and the flattened compress of the abdomens. Sublime yet dangerous, and quashed any lingering discontent left in the members of the audience tonight because of Yumi so far willingly and gleefully indulging in what Mistress specializes in. No one in the arena faulting her if she continued to fall prey to Mistress' darkened abyss...

This was perhaps one of the few times the maniac was feeling doubt. Considering what Yumi had to endure and do to get here, doubting herself or her actions was something she couldn’t afford to do. Back then she felt there was too much on line, her survival primarily, fortunately now it was safer. However, thinking about it, made her remember her rival’s arsenal of skills, using emotions to get ahead and control her opponents, something that was quite difficult to control and having such skills made her quite much more dangerous than first fought, not like the maniac could control them anyway, but that certainly made the Dominatrix much more interesting…

It was quite curious as to how the former actress got this set of skills, but seemed certain her former roles could have been what gave her such ability, or was that only of those factors? Perhaps. But it was hard to know, at least for the japanese clinically insane wrestler that knew nothing about her rival, except her name and besides being assaulted with kisses on her neck and feel a grip strong enough to make her feel as if her head was being yoinked out of her body was clearly distracted, but more pleasing than painful.

Besides the pain, this new sensation was… weird to say the least for Yumi as she really hadn't felt any of this before, which by itself, would’ve been perhaps worrisome? After all, was it healthy for someone to live without love or passion?

The maniac continues to endure, with pleasure, her opponent’s assault while trying to keep her balance due to their height difference her opponent pulls upwards and this forces Yumi to be on the tip of her toes. Her mind was full of shambles, not being able to find the strength to focus, getting filled with weird thoughts and feelings she never expected, while her already non existent innocence was stolen from her, slight moans escaped her mouth as small sweat particles started to come out. And then all stopped as the bun-haired blonde started to realize that Paige stopped for a few seconds as she now was curved downwards while she was fully standing, really making her feel small in comparison, before looking to her azure blue eyes as she started to talk.

For Yumi, everything the Dominatrix just said was just noise, mostly not understanding some of her vocabulary, but also seemingly seeming a bit lost about it all, feeling her energy sapped away, yet barely did anything. Paige’s unrelenting barrage of pleasure attacks sure was tiresome and she was feeling it first hand, and like before, without getting a chance to get her breath back, she was quickly interrupted with a forced kiss between both of their lips. The first thing that came to her mind was panic, almost as if snapped awake, while confusion followed suit, not sure what was happening. Her eyes darted around, as if they were looking for an explanation, before looking back at her and eventually let herself fall into the trance of it as if bound by a spell. Shortly after, feeling her hand being guided down her smooth back, caressing her back, only to stop at her rump once again, a place her hands had explored before, but were more than willing to do it again as the maniac felt her hand being forced to smack her ass. Taking the opportunity she started to caress, smack, grope, exploring that magnificent back bump, as the other hand followed the same path only to end in the same place and join with the other one, each enjoying their side.

The more time passed, the more trapped she felt, her body feeling weaker, tranced by that passion and enjoying playing, not taking long for her hands to move around and trying to discover the rest of her body. However Yumi wanted to raise, go higher, taking one step back, climbing the ropes trying to match Paige’s height, her hands making their way up her shoulders, gripping them strongly. And then taking a leap, Yumi forwards, jumping to the Dominatrix, getting closer and forcing her legs around her, trying to take initiative, before moving her hands to the back of her head. She seemed like she was already too deep into the dark abyss or perhaps is she challenging the Mistress on her own game?

Unaccustomed though Yumi was to the alluring bewitchment currently beset upon her, Paige mirrored that trepidatious inexperience with her own composed mastery in the art of beguiling seduction. The feral eyed blonde perhaps unaware that all of her squeamish hesitation when it came to the dominatrix's guiding hands and spellbinding sensuality only made Paige that much more fervently wish to taste of those succulent lips Yumi may not have even known she had. Ones that were pert and pouted as she breathed whatever air could be found from the dotted pecks planted on her neck. Due to her spidery foe's inherently malicious nature and innocence that was apparently long since lost, outright corrupting Yumi was regrettably an option that was officially off the table. The buxom dominatrix having ascertained this fact early on merely within the first few seconds of meeting her and the savage wrath in her eyes from initially sprinting straight towards Paige at the beginning of the match with the intent to maim, thrash, and overall pummel anyone standing in her path.

However, in its stead was a hollowed shell of a woman. A dispersed puzzle long since reassembled but with several key pieces missing and who ferociously sought to fill those vacuous voids within her soul with whatever fleeting sensations or burning intensity she could come across. Be they the quaking agony from being brutalized in one wrestling maneuver after another, or what Paige has currently mesmerized her foe with at this very moment. At last savoring the maniacal fire within Yumi's trembling lips, although not before what seemed to be outright bewilderment from the genuine passion hummed into Mistress' enrapturing embrace. Such terror-stricken hysteria within Yumi's eyes was an adorable reaction to the vaudevillian who thrives on lovingly besmirching her prey, and only served to further inflame Paige's darkened lustfires until Yumi's amber eyes found the answer it was looking for straight ahead. The fear stricken stiffened rigidity felt against the bun-haired blonde melted into yearning acceptance.

"Mmm..." Whatever reluctance there may have been on Yumi's part was now a fleeting memory as the malicious duo soaked in the other woman's sweat moistened heat, a moaned quiver overheard from the swiveled acceptance of the other's frenching. Paige affirming that her adversary was now mesmerized within her spellbinding corruption when Yumi was willingly exploring the plump contours of her backside all on her accord and with no puppeteering necessary on the domme's part. However even she was taken aback by the sadist taking it upon herself to shimmy up the turnbuckle behind her and snatch herself onto Paige's waist with a tightened torque to her leg muscles. A muffled yelp muted within the juicy smooch until two backsteps were taken by Paige with a clawed squeeze on Yumi's rump and the other hand hugging the back of her bun-haired head. A grip utilized in yanking her foe's head back slightly to end their blissful moment, but not without a second quick kiss for Yumi to remember this moment by. "...fall with me." Paige ominously breathed with a malicious gleam in her azure eyes before hooking her left arm around the back of the blonde's head, and dramatically cramming her head into the canvas with a Cradle DDT.

Yumi had taken the initiative, the metaphorical first step, into a form of combat, if such could be called that, perhaps more a form of approach, that she had never once used before, the experience being so different that made the maniac try it out against her opponent. Those feeling truly were something that the bun-haired blonde felt before, her life being mostly loneliness, fear and pain, which these sensations of “love” and “affection” were completely completely oblivious to her, intoxicating, yet unique and true, despite most likely being a mockery from her opponent as an intended strategy to simply make the opponents drop their guard and thus use her vast arsenal of attacks to end them. The sly fox. It was true that Yumi never found anyone like Paige, using such tactics for advantages, but that only made it more fun for her.

The kiss for her was as real as it could be, maybe there was no faking it. Just like for her everything else is so real for her, this also was, as she poured everything into exploring, how this messed with her body as well her opponent’s body, bewitched by Paige, willing to continue herself, curious about said experience. Her body slowly started to soften, melting by the moment as she was kissing, that feeling putting her at ease. This made the touch of the black haired woman’s hands more noticeable, specially the squeeze which in fact excited her a bit more.

However the moment was cut short, once the dominatrix pulled the sadist’s head back and their eyes met once again, this time not being scared or confused, but those there were enjoying and wanting more desire. And then another kiss happened, followed by the Mistress’ soft word, whispered to her ear, slowly dulging into her, as if they were bewitching her once again, her almost limp-like body as if falling on her opponent’s arms, all the while Paige was starting to get away with her moves, setting up her next move, locking her head under her left arm and the violently slam Yumi’s head into the floor, enough force to send her brain flying around inside her head, shaking, as her eyes widen to the sudden strong impact. Due to the soft state she was in due to the weak and caring touches, sweet words and enchanting kiss, the impact with the floor felt much worse, more agonizing than before, which for the masochist wasn’t all that bad.

However this was also a wakeup call, something that reminded her of the place she was, what she was doing. Upon her back, and the rest of her body hitting the mat, and slowly opening her eyes to face the bright lights in the ceiling, the bun-haired blonde was clearly remembering of the match and her opponent, almost as if she was, ironically, actually in some sort of spell and was only breaking free from it. The shock from the sudden appearance of the emotion, a feeling she was missing for so long, made her feeling like she was daydreaming and forget everything around her, not that she already did that most of the time, due to her very straightforward personality, usually only caring what’s right in front of her, the objective and nothing else.

Her eyes returned to her usual violent and sadistic gaze, as she enjoyed her pain she found herself with while looking up, thinking of these last moments that just happened, not sure what happened, but definitely curious about it, something to look into after she won and took the beautiful and sinful woman that she was facing as a prisoner. But also remembering these, fueled her anger more, having not only been messed with her feelings and discovering these this way but also how pitiful she must have looked and the feeling of simply wanting to kick someone.
Yumi’s wicked smiled returned once again as her whole body become more a wave of intensity as if was a pure aura of malice and wrath washing over her, as she slowly tried to get up, given that Paige gave her the opportunity to do such, as she was ready to unleash her Rude Awakening.

One particular personality trait amidst a plethora of characteristics that comprise the more nuanced villainous theatrical performances was ambiguity. At least in Mistress' learned studies this appeared to be the case. Unpredictability and masterful puppeteering skills could strengthen even the most mundane of theatrical antagonists. Personality traits which Paige can confidently claim to have utilized perfectly tonight when it came to stifling Yumi's malicious threat level from a savage sadist into becoming a subdued marionette. One whom the vile dominatrix had offered a brief frolic amidst the Garden of Sinful Decadence with mesmerizing makeouts and the faintest taste of heavenly affection that even the staunchest of pure-hearted heroines inevitably succumbed to. Typically with a renewed allegiance towards the forces of evil and a skillfully tailored alteration of their usual attire, except showcasing more skin, pointed spikes dotted throughout, and blackened outlines for more readily identifiable hints of wickedness.

Except that Paige opted to ruthlessly cast Yumi from that depraved Eden and it's luscious euphoria, back down to Earth and the callous cruelty of reality striking her as if via lighting bolt. A fall from grace that Paige intended to leave the bun-haired blonde with an overwhelming yearning to experience it's corrupting pleasures once again. Even if it meant answering Paige's beck and call with a flick of her whip and obeying Mistress' requests to cleanse her boots using naught but their tongue, for starters. An outcome that the Vile Villiainess intended to transpire since the match's inception and was practically an alternate win condition in her malicious eyes, even if she somehow fails in clicking that silver handcuff around her spidery foe's wrist before the night is through. Even with unfortunate development, she could nevertheless hold her head up high in defeat if she can at least accomplish the task of tainting her adversaries spirit with the malevolently thorned clutches she inherently dedicates towards twisting around her foe's heart.

But all throughout her villainous machinations, Paige tasted of that rapture itself when Yumi started becoming submissive puddy as they further explored each-other's mouth and basked in their sinfully sweat-tinged warmth. Tasting the savage blonde's rebellious fire was to be expected and a salacious delight regardless, but she couldn't have expected for her foe to have been quite so bereft of affection that Paige's wiles would leave her adorably limpened and enthralled to this captivating extent. Witnessing the malicious blonde become subdued and eagerly desirous of Paige's love enticed the vaudevillian into taking her time in expertly crafting each tasteful kiss and the ultimately descending DDT. Paige herself arising beside Yumi afterward and offering sly smiles at the audience around them before turning her attention back at her reawakened adversary at this point on her hands and knees. Brimming with malicious intent and madden hostility, which failed to dissuade Paige from seductively crawling in order to become practically forehead to forehead with Yumi.

"Ara, there it is. A sadistic passion all your own~...How's that for a first date? All of my affections were genuine, you know. We could light each-other's worlds ablaze~...well, provided you accept my love and all that entails." Paige lustfully imparted with soothing vocals and in direct contrast to Yumi's intensified fervor, her words becoming clearer as she than abruptly embraced Yumi's head from behind and tucked her into a swelled breast smother. Complimented with an emphatic sway from side to side amidst the jiggled softness the bun-haired blonde was treated to before kneeling upright with a delighted smile directed down at the top of Yumi's noggin.

Passion, seduction, these forms of love were quite quizzical themselves and the way the Vile Villainess used them was quite leave the bun-haired blonde completely confused, but also interested. The need to discover, experience was a very human reaction, a need, that was no exception to Savage Sadist, as these concepts were surely forced into to them by the Dominatrix, using them to take advantage of Yumi, not knowing how these work or were, or were simply unexplored feeling that she never got to explore.

One trait she knew quite well was her sadism. The feeling of rotten, twisted violence, the anger and enjoyment of pain, either being of one’s self or someone else’s and the eyes mirroring the despair on the victims soul. Yumi was briefly lost in the so-called Garden of Sinful Decadence, enjoying the sensation of feeling wanted and loved, the necessity of a dying heart, but the pain was what ultimately snapped her back from these illusions of a shallow reality caused by a not-so-shallow feeling. Truly was a marionette for the Azure-eyed villain, strings being pulled like how her senses, body and mind were being tricked and used, to open her guard metaphorically and literally, warping how she acted making her attempt such actions unnatural so such a deranged creature.

Awakening back to her senses, she felt an anger of pulse flowing through her, excitement for violence running through her mind, as she imagined when the binding Masochist had her turn with Paige, letting out faint laughs while getting up, warped scenarios, anticipation to get a good strike  with her legs leaving a weird yet nice tingle in her lower limbs craving for such an event, expectation of sounds of agony and their face to the reaction of pain, however still wishing for that deranged love and feeling of being cared for and threat what for her seemed nicely. This completely extreme opposite duality, to hurt and be hurt while also being loved and cared, felt a paradox that the blonde sadist was becoming accustomed to.

To further surprise the bun-haired blonde, she found the Vile Villainess right in her face, startling and interrupting her rising, leaving both of figures on all fours staring at each other for a short moment, before eventually one of them started to talk. Every word spoken was enough to fill with rage but with also the same anticipation, every other sound becoming simple background noise, before suddenly being pulled forward, towards the valley between two big marshmallows, very comfortable, the texture almost mimicking pillows, a nice sensation yet suffocating, air grasping. It was an heavenly combination to the masochist an unseeable smile forming on her face stuffed between the boobs, the perverted needing coming back, slipping back to the witch’s enchantment once again, as Yumi wraps her arms around the Paige and force herself further in, muffled screams of joy and agony coming out.

However in the back of her head she knew quite well what to do, her rage not allowing her to forget the embarrassment she went through, being invaded mentally making her act of control to pass by. Her fogged thoughts by the demented pervetion not letting her think straight as well as feeling weak, her laughter and shaking of enjoying the moment and of trying to get away ceased as all focus was on something else, a single action. Trying to keep the grip that she had on Paige, Yumi pulled her right leg back, giving it moment as this one tensed up, before being thrusted forwards like an incoming hammer as she attempted to throw a powerful knee strike to the Dominatrix’s gut, to make her feel what Yumi wanted and enjoyed the most as of right now, pain.

Aside from acquiring substantial student loan debt and honing an acting prowess leagues above your standard Emmy caliber performances, Paige graduated from university with no small degree of psychology classes to pad out her syllabus. Although even without her studied knowledge on the topic, she could still ascertain merely from the initial meeting with Yumi that merely showering her with passionate affection would be insufficient when it came around to asserting absolute control over the blonde's shattered psyche. Any puppeteering strings Paige asserted upon Yumi with only seduction as it's material would have assuredly been ripped asunder in the preamble to a spiteful reprisal given her maniacal demeanor and apparently foreign familiarity towards genuine intimacy and companionship. Akin to a feral beast whose known nothing but savagery and betrayal from humans only to be unexpectedly offered a hand of kindness one day.

One would be lucky to still have all their digits if they attempted as such. Therefore, the sly Mistress opted to intersperse her prolonged moments of heartfelt sensuality with ruthless brutality. Basking in Heaven's radiance before being cast back down to Earth's cruel realities. By doing so, Paige not only placates the masochistic perversions she sensed from first beginning to know Yumi, but instills the fervent yearning to be escorted back to that resplendent garden she'd scarcely had a few fleeting moments to indulge herself within. Although to be fair, some degree of lunacy would have to be shared between the pairing for Mistress Paige to so callously toy and fiddle with the tender emotions of such a deranged individual. And while that may be true, sometimes risks needed to be taken in order to achieve one’s goals and attain the pinnacle of their craft. Whether it be through her practiced acting expertise, or her talents in taming hearts with a flick of her riding crop.

Coming down to Yumi's level on all fours took no small degree of fearlessness on Paige's part either. Witnessing the malicious intensity within her spidery adversary's golden eyes and never blinking in spite of the enraged ferocity emblazoned with them. The Vaudevillian's words intended to further beguile the bun-haired blonde, although not necessarily bearing any falsehoods as to Paige's intentions. Not that Yumi would be granted the time necessary to scrutinize Paige's sincerity considering the puffed up paradise she'd become thrust head first into. A hypnotic sway to further enchant Yumi within her mushed abundance accompanied the torqued reassertion of the hugged embrace from behind the blonde's head. A tightened clench that admittedly perhaps could afford to be loosened a tad given how eagerly Yumi started to begin smothering herself against the welcoming and jiggling softness of Paige's lovely valley.

Yumi's panted warmth and trickled drool dabbed against her nuzzled breasts brought a salacious tremble down her spine and the false assumption that her strategy was proceeding seamlessly...that is, until it wasn't. Paige not even noticing the leg angled backward until its knee was already embedded within her soft midsection, spittle flying out through her pursed lips and puffed cheeks from a devastating knee strike that robbed her of both air in her lungs and any semblance of equilibrium. The breathless domme backpedaling a quick step while cradling her midsection with scrunched eyes and hacking breaths, fighting the overwhelming urge to fall to her knees until she eventually lost that particular battle in one downward slump. Concentrating on regaining her a steadied breathing rhythm through chortled coughs, but for the first time in the match's inception found herself in distress and at the mercy of her no longer puppeteered prey.

Paige was quite the masterful puppeteer, her craft with the use of emotion to control others and weaken them, swaying them into defeat, all while hypnotized but her beauty and actions, quite devilish. Her ability to read one’s personality and act on it, using it as an advantage was quite dangerous especially in a warfare of that caliber, where it seemed everyone was out to get everyone else, for the glory, money or even a title. However any attempt of control by the manipulation of the emotions and feelings of the blonde masochist, would have quite a great chance of falling short, already having experience on that subject, betrayed by others and her own shattered emotions of simply wanting to feel genuine love and care.

Shallow, Hollow, Illusionary, FUCKING FAKE! Those were the type of care and comfort she had been filled with her entire life, it had all means to an end and that truly broke her heart and mind. Mistress Paige was just one more that was toying with her, hers were just coated with masterful theatrical skills and her beautiful body, as if it was sugar coated to mask the obvious lie right in front of her. This truly PISSED HER OFF, sending off into an internal rage despite feeling like heaven on the outside, being caressed with the dark-haired woman’s boobs sending her into a sensorial paradise. Despite this however, she knew what had to be done and this didn’t stop her from attacking her, even though it was such a welcome feeling of softness and despair, all in a nice package.

However it all felt so much better as she felt her hitting the Vaudevillain’s torso, digging deep into her guts and robbing her air, but also her precious advantage over the savage sadist. It was so entertaining to see the masterful actress squirming in pain, and almost certainly not stage a reaction, making her enact such a realistic emotion of pain and of fight to remain up and not fall, something they seemed to fail. How interesting, so much time spent on fake reactions, sensations, even playing as someone who doesn’t exist, but not even being able to handle a real blow. Supposedly only showed how pathetic it all was.

Now it was Yumi who was in advantage, the one who was in control of the situation, and she had intentions to pay back for what was done.

The masochist had to handle everyone’s shit throughout the years, the abuse drove her mad before she finally grabbed the situation by the horns and turned around. Now it was the exact same thing. It was rather rare for her to be the one in control, but when she was, she wanted to be sure it would go her way. Her giggles filled the air as she walked forwards, approaching the down Mistress, before crouching down, lowering to Paige’s level and grabbing her hair with one hand, pulling her head back and looking her in the eyes. “Oh what 's wrong? Did this feel too real for you? Well, you thought your hollow acting was enough?! But look who’s defenseless now!”

Yumi closed in and slowly licked her check, going almost up to her eyes, before retreating to see Mistress’ face. The blonde bun-haired woman would raise her right hand and quickly attempt to slap the other side of Paige’s face. Then raising to her feet and grabbing the back of Paige’s face, she smiled widely. “Oh. There’s something wrong with your face. Here let me help…”. She would let those words sink in before attempting to viciously ram her right knee straight into her face as she used her hands to pull her in against her leg, trying to hit with one more knee strike.

The detrimental consequences of Bethany committing herself, heart and soul, to her theatrical craft would only dawn upon her as time passed on. Certain relationships being cast by the wayside due to them being unsupportive of her ambitions. Hobbies being discarded altogether due to the dearth of time you can afford to spend upon them. Financial losses when it comes to acting classes, coaches, and police tickets due to invasive neighbors calling about a disturbance in your apartment when it was actually just you and your acting troupe rehearsing a murder scene for their upcoming theater play. Bethany had long since made peace with the sacrifices entailed with embarking upon this flamboyant journey of hers. However, there were specific times when certain complications arose that even she would never have foresaw in her wildest dreams. One of them being at the forefront of her current dilemma with the bun haired savage before her.

How does an actress properly convey genuine emotion when the assumption is that everything she expresses is a vainglorious falsehood and fabricated deception in the service of further strengthening her acting chops? Can you truthfully convince a nonbeliever that whatever passionate sparks were shared between them went beyond mere roleplay? Paige was absolutely certain she possessed neither the profound intellect nor subtle nuance necessary to properly answer such a befuddling conundrum. And this was an exceptionally vexing issue since her immediate physical well-being may very well depend on it given how vicious Yumi's strikes were proving to be, not to mention the prospects of her even attaining victory in this match. Using passionate misdirection having unintentionally bestowed hope that Paige would be the benevolent source of warmth and love in Yumi's life after having been bereft of either for what feels like years...

...only for Paige's inevitable application of wrestling moves to shatter those heartfelt dreams like waves against a rock strewn shoring. The face mushed delve between her bewitching breasts was halfway intended to curtail that spiteful rage within Yumi and have her become sublimely swayed with shimmied jiggles into a more docile creature. Whereupon perhaps the pairing could start anew now that Mistress Paige was more understanding of Yumi's rather unique circumstances. That is until she'd had her stomach caved in with an utterly brutal knee strike that reminded Paige how much she sucks at taking them. She huddled over herself as gravity guided her onto her knees, the vaudevilliain at an exceptionally rare loss for words and a tangible breathing rate as well. Yumi filling in the dead air herself after clutching Paige's hair and yanking her head upward, grimacing helplessly at the spiteful shit talk snarled right in her face.

Being outright tasted by the bun-haired savage somehow paralyzing Paige into a disgusted yet entranced compliance. Shivered trembles all throughout Yumi's trailing lick against the side of her face, offering a half-lidded glance at the diminutive predator before being slapped against the side of her face with a yelp like she was nothing. A masochistic taste of her own medicine for puppeteering Yumi in much the same way earlier on, and yet Paige can distinctly remember not ramming her knee with brutal strength right into Yumi's facials. The Vile Villianess' mashed face briefly unseen against the flush side of her adversary's knee before she repelled backward in a beautiful cascade of blood streaming through the air in an arch along with her flowing midnight black locks before hitting the canvas back first and spreadeagled. Warbled vision and shambled thoughts from being at the masochist's deranged, psychotic, yet still entrancing mercy.