Getting off on Right Foot: Tristan Alden/Rosie Soto

[winner3]

"Ugh...!" Soto moaned in pain as Tristan doubled down on his hold, particularly targeting the conniving little lady's legs as she tried to hammer away at his chest and face with forearms to force him off. Rosie was smarter than your average lightweight, but her strength was still limited. She realized quite quickly that she wasn't going to strike or push the man off her person anytime soon. "Of course he'd actually start trying right after I'd drawn a crowd" Soto thought to herself as she began thinking of ways to turn this around.

"Other foot, you say?" Rosie would say with a raised eyebrow as she leaned onto the ropes for leverage to balance herself out. She'd raise her free leg and bring it down, aiming to stomp on Tristan's head and face to try and dislodge it!

"Why don't you tell these good folks how enthralled you are to be in this position!" Soto taunted as she shifted towards mental and emotional exploits to go along with the physical ones in this fight! Rosie was very much a natural domme and an opportunistic one at that! She wouldn't pass up a chance to pounce on a weakness!

[overlordofkings]

Tristan wasn't what you'd call the sadistic type. At least, that's what he liked to think. Sure, he'd enjoy moments where he can flaunt his dominance, especially when there was a cute gal or guy involved. But he never got off on causing others pain.

And yet, as Rosie moaned in pain, the blonde was embracing every meaning of the word schadenfreude to a tee. He kept pressure on the hold, even as the tiny tyrant reached the ropes, using them to help stand. As much as Tristan hated her, he couldn't fault her flexibility or her stamina. The blonde then heard Rosie mutter something, her face bighting up as though she'd gotten a bright idea.

"What are you mumbling abo-UGH!" Tristan asked, or attempted to when the devious Rosie stomped her tiny foot down on his face... hard. The blow was much more painful, from how unexpected it was. And well... it didn't help that Tristan, despite all of his efforts to deny it, did enjoy this position. Even to a bitch like Rosie. "Ngh..."he meekly murmured, as he felt his grip on her cu- her other foot loosening. He can only hope he wasn't... "showing" his excitement all the while.

[winner3]

Rosie had recognized that she had put herself in somewhat of a vulnerable position. Tristan was angry and indignant. He had every right to be. Little Rosie never expected him to last, to have enough endurance and constitution to come back after being choked out. The man seized her leg and sought revenge. But Soto wouldn't let him have it so easily!

A couple of swift stomps to his head saw to it that the tiny terror was now free. She could tell she caught Tristan by surprise by the look on his face. Rosie was often good at reading opponents and studying them. It didn't take her watchful, analytical eyes to see that contrary to the man's words, his member was quite excited to still be wrestling her!

"Hehehe, your face says you hate this. But your bulge tells a different story, doesn't it?" Rosie would whisper as she looked to pounce on the blonde boy. Rosie would attempt to grapple him and capitalize on his surprise. With Tristan still floored, she'd attempt to use her skills as a submission specialist to turn him around, facing him away from the onlookers in the gym at the edge of the ring. They had gathered together on the side Rosie had called out to them on. Soto would attempt to face Alden away from them in a seated position, turning him onto his backside. If she was successful in doing this, she'd look to hook an arm over his head and around his neck, pulling him back into a Dragon Sleeper! Rosie would look to wrap her slim legs around his waist, teasing his bulge with her feet directly! Her toes would brush up and down the fabric covering his shaft as she whispered in his ear.

"Here's what we're gonna do, big boy. You're going to stop pretending you can resist. You're going to submit to me in front of these people like a good boy. And maybe, just maaaybe, if you listen, I'll keep entertaining you down there with my toes, okay?"

[overlordofkings]

"N...no..." Tristan muttered between stomps, before one particularly strong stomp forced him relinquish his grip of her foot. This was beyond humiliating. From the start of this... incident, the mean midget had ambushed and sneak attacked him. And now, thanks to a certain body parts completely involuntary and purely physical reaction, the crowd was going to get an idea that he enjoyed being Rosie's toy.

Which... yeah, they were right, but not entirely. The blonde did like getting dominated from time to time, but that didn't mean he wasn't pissed about the way the manipulative little witch was beating him.

Tristan could only glare at Rosie as she whispered. He refused to give her the satisfaction of a reply. And then, as swift as she kicked him in his "fellas" at the start of the match, the tiny tyrant pounced on him. "What!?" Tristan grunted stupidly, as he suddenly fond himself in a sitting position, bent back as Rosie hooked an arm around his neck and grunted once more. "Ngh!" He gave a soft gurgle, before his eyes widened. Rosie had added the bodyscissors to a dragon sleeper, which was very common. But, she wasn't really squeezing or even restraining him. No, instead he felt her tiny feet and toes brushing up against a certain body region as the tiny terror whispered her ultimatum.

"Ngh...urgh..." Tristan moaned as those toes dancing about his shaft. He didn't want to. He really didn't. But...he wasn't sure how he could hold it any longer. And if he came in his pants, his reputation would truly be shot. The blonde only had one hope. He tapped on Rosie's tiny arm, as he managed to spurt. "I...give up..."

[winner3]

"Hahahaha!" Soto laughed out loud haughtily as Tristan tapped his arm and verbalized his submission. Rosie indulged in this perhaps too much for her own good. She played this man like a fiddle, literally and figuratively. She stole a win in this spar by blindsiding him and she made it that worse by manipulating him into surrendering in front of other gym-goers. But to Rosie, it didn't matter how she picked up the win. All that mattered was that she pulled it off. That she looked capable and resourceful despite her size and appearance. That Alden tapped out to the way Rosie felt he should be.

"Better luck next time, Tristan!" Rosie would say as she released the boy and offered a hand to help him up. Rosie was indeed a tiny terror, a woman blinded by the need to win and the need to feel significant for validation. But this was all part of a larger game plan for her. Rosie needed other people to believe she was still sweet and harmless. She needed people to think she was a good sport so that they'd allow her to get in close, to take advantage of them, to jump them, to learn their weaknesses and exploit them just like she did with Tristan. By extending a hand to him and being the sportsman, Rosie set the stage. It didn't matter if Tristan played along or not. Soto would look like she's doing what she's supposed to be doing. If Tristan took her hand, she'd help him up and lean in to hug him to keep up the facade. All the while, she'd whisper into his ear discreetly in front of all the onlookers.

"If you don't want anyone else to learn that you're a sucker for feet, you'd better do what I say, boy."