Mistress Isabelle vs Ms Spencer (Crop on a pole match)

Isabelle found herself grappling with Spencer, who had Isabelle backing up against the ropes. The sleeper hold wasn't a possibility at that point, as she felt herself against the ropes.

"You're not going to win so just give up," she exclaimed as she tried to push back.

Spencer didn't respond to Isabelle with words; honestly, she didn't have the energy, and didn't want to waste what little she had replying to her. Instead, she would let her actions do her talking. With the domme pushed up with her back against the ropes, Spencer broke the grapple, lifting one of her arms up to deliver a hard, suddenly chop right into the center of Isabelle's chest. If it struck it's mark, she would lift her arm again, then a third time, trying to hammer the mistress with these strikes to wear her down even further.

Isabelle took three chops to the chest before she stumbled away and fell on her stomach. She rolled onto her back and held her chest. She was obviously in pain.

At this point, the match could go either way, although Spencer looked to be in control. Neither attempts to put Spencer to sleep worked, and Isabelle was wondering what it would take to get the job done.

Honestly, it wouldn't take much. Spencer was running entirely on fumes now, letting her adrenaline carry her through this match. The busty blonde teacher knew she was in a bad spot, and even if it seemed like she was in control, a single mistake could turn things back around on her.

She watched Isabelle as she fell to the mat. She wanted to punish her, wanted to put her out for good, but she knew she wouldn't be able to pull off any sort of powerful moves on the domme. Instead, she would go for the simple ones. She lied down on the mat near Isabelle's head, grabbing for it to shove it in between her hose-covered thighs. Once there, she leaned back and began to squeeze, putting the mistress into a simple headscissors hold. It was nothing fancy, but with Spencer's thighs squeezing down on Isabelle's head and neck, she knew she could cause her some damage.

Isabelle's eyes widened as she felt Spencer's thighs wrap around her head. She raised her right arm into the air, waving her hand around before placing both of her hands on Spencer's outer thighs.

Her head was trapped and Isabelle had no idea how to defend against this hold. She moaned and grunted while alternating between slapping the canvas and her legs.

"Gaah! Let me...let me out of this!"

Spencer lied there, panting as she put the squeeze onto Isabelle. Really, she was quite happy she was able to get Isabelle into this simple, effective hold. It would wear her down and give her a chance to catch her own breath some. She tried to ignore Isabelle's slaps though, trying to ignore the stinging feeling that each one had on her legs.

"I can't do that, Isabella..." she muttered to the woman, her thighs rubbing and grinding against the domme's head. "Once to go to sleep, then I'll let you go, and only then..."

Despite her tough words though, Spencer was really hoping to herself that Isabella wouldn't pry herself free or find a way to turn this back on her. She needed her headscissors to work as long as she could make them work, she needed them to keep Isabelle worn down for as long as possible...

Isabelle tried to roll from left to right, but she was held in place. She tried to reach for the ropes, but she was too far. The slaps she was giving Spencer weren't hard enough to have a significant effect and she couldn't kick her way out of this hold.

The hold she was in was a basic hold, but it was effective. Her head was locked in place and she was feeling the tight squeeze.

As Miss Spencer watched Isabelle squirming around, trying to free herself, a dark idea crossed her mind. She tried to ignore it at first, but given just how much distaste and dislike she had for the domme, she decided to go for it.

The teacher moved up into a sitting position, her headscissors loosening, if only for a brief moment, while she adjusted her legs around the neck of Isabelle. She was going for a figure-four headlock on Isabelle, wanting to give her a taste of her own medicine. Slowly her legs would move into position for the submission hold, Spencer staring at Isabelle the entire time, her breath still ragged and heavy as she went for the signature hold of the domme.

Isabelle felt Spencer shifting her headscissors around and she could almost instantly tell what was going on. Her head was being wrapped in a figure 4.

"No!! Not the figure 4!" She felt her legs shifting around, but couldn't avoid it. Her head was completely locked up and she couldn't move.

Her hands and feet pounded the mat in protest, She tried to lower her head to bite Spencer's calf before it was too late. If she couldn't manage to bite her leg, she didn't know how she was going to get out of that situation.

Spencer propped herself up on her hands, watching closely as legs closed around Isabella's neck in the figure-four headlock. She had to admit to herself, she was starting to enjoy watching Isabelle panicing like this, a shiver of pleasure had run through her at the sight of Isabella scared of her own hold. She wasn't sure just what that feeling was, but part of it scared her. She tried to ignore it, letting her legs wrap Isabella up completely around her, fully locking in the domme's signature submission before she had a chance to bite her.