Julie O'Reilly vs Katsumi Oshiro - Folding Velvet

[Jaystar]

Admittedly, Julie could have perhaps enjoyed this specific spectacle of dominance a bit more in private. But out here in public, in the middle of the LAW ring, it undeniably didn't feel too bad either. What surely helped was how Katsumi's dominance exhumed not only from her actions and behavior, but from her attire, stature and words too... It was easy for a lustful little gingerhead to know her place. And fully immerse herself into it...

That part was very evident in the way Julie reacted to the Japanese girl's response. Her eyes still locked with the black-haired girl's own, they were telling the Punk Princess that she fully understood every word. There was no denying that yes, Katsumi really seemed to already own her. And she had already accepted it.

Needless to say, when the punkette pressed her face onto the gingerhead's cheek, Julie's head was extremely easy to turn onto the side. In fact, it almost looked like the Irish girl made it appear needlessly dominant and forceful, as if she was getting harshly controlled by her dominant opponent...

But then the "ONE!" happened.

Yes, Katsumi's reaction surely surprised Julie. Cutting the ref girl short wasn't actually expected at all for Julie, whose mind was immersing into succumbing herself to the punkette. But it wasn't just Katsumi who was suddenly awoken from some kind of dreamy, blissful state by the count starting... Also the Velvet Hood got a reminder of how miserable her performance had been in this match so far... And how getting totally defeated like this must had looked like.

Katsumi was already declaring though that she would let everyone know when she was finished. In the meantime, Julie fancied making her work a little bit more for it. Thus, the gingerhead jolted suddenly into action, trying to wiggle her arms and legs free from beneath the punkette's body and her grip, squirming and making herself hopefully harder to keep in place...
...Whether any of that would work at all for her though was a totally another question. The common guess was, probably not.

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi had something particularly special in mind for Julie. She'd never really been in a position quite like this before, where someone seemed so hopelessly infatuated with the idea of being physically dominated by her. It was a rush. It was a thrill. It was, if she had to grudgingly admit it, extremely sexy. Knowing what the other girl wanted, and knowing it's precisely what Katsumi wanted as well created a kind of synchronicity between them that made everything feel right.

And aggressive.

And dominant.

This match wasn't going to be over prematurely. No, Katsumi wanted to bring Julie right to the cusp of full bliss just by bodily commanding her, pinning her down, sensually tormenting her - and let that three-count tip the girl over the edge. Katsumi's far from an exhibitionist, but at this point, the rest of the world simply didn't matter. The ginger's body was hers to work over tonight.

To her surprise, Julie's suddenly struggling! She squirms one arm free first, then the other, until she's wriggled to get a little distance from the Punk Princess! Katsumi leans back, resting on her knees, chest rising and falling heavily with each breath, cheeks slightly flushed.

"Not done yet, huh? Still need some obedience training?," she asks. The corner of her lips quirks upwards slightly, a glint of sadistic eagerness showing before she pushes herself back to her full height again.

[Jaystar]

Was Julie feeling like being a wrestler right now? Not particularly, admittedly. But perhaps her consolation was that this was LAW, after all. It wasn't as if helpless jobbers getting overwhelmingly squashed and fucked in the ring was a strange concept in here at all.

Not that Julie would have necessarily aimed to be one of them. But even the Velvet Hood herself had to admit, that she tended to fulfill the prerequisites for it rather well. She wasn't the biggest, nor the strongest, nor the most skilled, nor the most experienced wrestler out there... In fact, scoring rather on the low-end on all of those aspects. And besides, her attire did seemingly suite better something else than... Pro Wrestling. So, it wasn't as if Julie was totally clueless on what could turn out to be her place.

Still, Katsumi's decision, and order, to stop the count caught Julie off guard. And naturally, brought on the idea that her effort in this battle had perhaps been all too hapless so far. She still needed to give out more of herself for her foe to tame...

Such as the wriggling and squirming. Admittedly, it wasn't the strongest... But still, surprisingly effective! The gingerhead wasn't sure how much of it was perhaps due to the Japanese girl's lack of motivation to keep her under control for now... But she wasn't complaining either!

Not that she would have complained about some obedience training, either. The way the Irish girl began subconcsiously biting her lip after hearing those words while watching the Punk Princess get back up to her full height again probably deceived her thoughts to the punkette as well. Especially when detecting that hint of sadistic eagerness...

Oh, a brat she definitely could be!

"Oh... How did you plan on training me then?" the gingerhead began querying from the punkette with a playful, almost challenging tone, from the same spot and position that she had been occupying on the mat since having struggled her way free. It was as if she was challenging the towering punkette to come just a little closer to her downed form...

...Only to then try a simple legsweep on her with her own legs, hoping to catch the punkette off guard and down her to the mat again!

[CyanDimitrik]

Everything about this match struck Katsumi as unusual. Atypical. A far stride away from her regular brand of aggressiveness. But by now, she'd felt pretty certain that Julie O'Reilly had a thing for her. Or perhaps, had a thing for being dominated. Maybe even had a thing for pain itself. The fact that Julie's painfully attractive with a slim, toned body, in that attire, and hitting all the right notes in teasing playfulness, it's almost like she was genetically engineered to attract the Punkette.

Unfair. That's what it was. And Katsumi can absolutely push out of her mind the fact that she was about to grind Julie to climax right there on the mat before letting the pin be counted. Because that would've been total domination over her opponent.

Now, here she is. Daring her to make a move. Daring her to make her suffer and 'break' her spirit. To make her subservient. That lip caught between her teeth, those big eyes... What the Hell is even this.

Katsumi, cheeks flushed, starts to close in again. She leans in, starting for the ginger's arms - only to be taken completely by surprise with a sweep kick! "Awk!," she squawks as her frame pitches sideways, hitting the mat on her hip and landing sidelong!

[Jaystar]

Katsumi might had been quite comprehensively in control here, or at least, she might had been envisioning herself comprehensively in control here. And even if to a large extent, Julie agreed... She wasn't quite accepting her fate right now just yet. Not at least without trying out a few tricks up her sleeve! Or perhaps more suitably, her hood that she had left laying in the corner in the start of the match...

The Velvet Hood managed to indeed lure the Japanese girl closer, and close enough to sweep her legs from beneath her! The gingerhead's face turned into a mischievous smile as she witnessed the punkette falling to the side, ending up sidelong on the mat... Success! The Punk Princess would get to see now that she wasn't quite the ragdoll that perhaps she was thinking her to be!

...Well, if she could somehow take this attack further, that was. Julie hadn't planned it out. But she knew that she had to do something, and immediately. Thus, the gingerhead could only to the first thing that her instincts were pushing into her awareness.

After a brief look at Katsumi's downed form, Julie sprang into action. Trying to quickly position herself in front and above her opponent, the gingerhead tried to mount herself on top of the punkette, and hoped to get to apply a proper grapevine pin on the girl trapped beneath her! Ha! Now she could show who was really in control!

Or, that was the hastily pulled together plan, at least. She wasn't sure if it would work out quite like that - but if it did, the end result could have been a rather, well, "exciting" one. At least their bodies would then be once more entangled together again...

[CyanDimitrik]

The strike by itself isn't enough to keep Katsumi down. She's made of much tougher stuff than that. However, the surprise of the resistance coupled with a hot-and-bothered Katsumi leaves her turning over onto her back and propped on her elbows, looking up at the other girl with an expectant, challenging look. And what was expected? An elbow-drop. That would've been her bet. And she was prepared to twist away!

What she found was, instead, Julie's beautiful self lowering down atop her and entangling their legs together, forcing hers flat and spread enough to give the other girl the dominant position. Hips meet hips again, but this time with Julie in charge. Katsumi immediately sucks in a breath as the girl fully lies upon her, the full breadth of body contact re-established. Katsumi's hands set to Julie's waist, not to immediately push her off, but caught somewhere between wanting her there and wanting to buck free.

With her senses firing off wildly, Katsumi stares up at Julie's pretty face with intense interest. The referee-girl hovers close, waiting to see if Julie pins the arms or presses the shoulders down at last, ready to begin the long count. Meanwhile, Katsumi's hips squirm beneath her, nudging herself against the other girl.