Owning Her Shadow (for SuckerPunch)

[Winter]

Despite her ongoing stupefaction at having this "appointment" lead to her receiving a face full of the doctor's womanhood, Arlise started to achieve a rhythm and settled into - even savored - her submissive role in their exchange. The less she pondered it all, the more she could turn off her mind and enjoy... the feeling of the doctor's thighs against her cheeks and hands, the familiar taste, the unique smells, and perhaps greatest of all, her slowly-blinking view of the length of Mina's stomach, breasts, and face. Her uncertain work eased with the more she became lost in the moment...

Then came the grip on her hair that forced her mouth and nose deeper into service and left Lise breathless, and alongside her silenced squeal of surprise, Lise remembered that this was a wrestling match's reward... and Mina was certainly going to wrestle with her face before this ended.

With her nose and mouth smushed as tightly against Mina's muff as the panties would allow, Lise gripped both of Mina's thighs like she was waiting for the plunge on a rollercoaster and stared more intensely into the doctor's face for what moments that she could see it in between the doctor's rocking. The doctor was lost in her ecstasy anyway, and while the yank had made Lise's French kissing come to a pause, she resumed once she had her bearings, knowing all too well from her own experiences that she would do the finishing or Mina would ride her face until it happened.

In seconds, Lise was gripped by all the tell-tale signs, and she let loose with a muffled whine while Mina bucked and further dampened Lise's already-wet lips.

Before she too lost her composure, Mina's pleasured thrashing ended. Lise took in a huge gulp of air as Mina's crotch freed her face, feeling the cold tingle as the air hit her hot, bedewed face. Before she had the chance to gather herself further, Mina was pulling herself closer yet again, though this time she was not using her hips. The Belgian felt the doctor's curvy body slide tightly against her own, and in the next breath, she was being kissed.

Acting on instinct, Lise pressed lightly into the kiss and rested a hand on Mina's hip, but that problematic thinking thing was sneaking back into the equation. After letting the kiss linger, she finally drew away, just slightly, so that she could speak. "So... did that... help with my problem?"

[SuckerPunch]

Mina lost herself in the kiss. All of the heat from the match had built to a fever pitch in her belly. And that heat fueled the passionate lover's kiss that she shared with Arlisse. Their tastes mingling to make the most erotic concoction Mina could imagine. Their match, their appointment sealed with a make-out session that would make porn stars blush.

Mina ran her hand through Arlisse's hair as the kiss ended. Their lips were connected by a strand of sweet-tasting saliva. Mina let her eyes fall closed and let out a quiet sigh. Her pussy was still thrumming softly from the forced face-fucking that Arlisse had endured as a result of her loss. God she loved this job.

"No." She said plainly to answer Arlisse's question before tapping her lightly on the nose with her index finger and nestling herself against the top of woman's head. She wrapped a leg over Arlisse's bare waist and pressed her hips into her. Her sodden sex was radiating heat, warming and dampening her thigh. Her arms wrapped about Arlisse, pulling her tight against her in a snuggle. Her face forced against Mina's soft, tempting breasts. It wasn't a lock. It wasn't painful. It was sensual and comforting. It was... Sweet.

"Not yet." She planted a soft kiss upon the top of her red hair. "You're very capable." She could feel the mature woman smile against the top of her head. "As a wrestler and a lover." The latter was doubly true. She'd made Mina's sex feel as though it was singing. "We need to find a way to keep those two sides of you separate. And I have just the thing in mind."

[Winter]

For all of her confusions, all of her doubts, all of her lingering nerves as to how this might still turn into an awkward intervention, that Arlise was... so physically and mentally fulfilled shocked her. While her lips locked with Mina's and the doctor's body wrapped all around hers, she could not help but enjoy every sensation despite her racing thoughts. She felt a tad guilty that her active mind did linger back to Mina's... riding her face and smothering her, both because she wondered if her enjoyment did make her odd but also didn't care enough for that wonder to stop her from letting it arouse her all over again.

And... aroused she was. She twitched her legs a little as Mina closed in all around her, as if she wanted to hide the dampness and heat between her legs, but she knew it was far too late to shy away from her obvious reaction, needs, and fetishes. The doctor had surely gotten a clear picture of all of them, but Mina certainly did not appear to find any of them concerning... not in the slightest. In fact she had made every effort to reveal them, and reveal them, Lise had.

That prospect surprisingly didn't petrify her. But she did want an answer to her question, and as Mina teased her with one, the redhead's sharp gray eyes turned her way with an eagerness.

"What is it?"

[SuckerPunch]

Mina propped herself up on arm as she looked down at the beaten Belgian. She didn't look like a woman who'd been beaten. She looked satisfied. Her perverse desire to be dominated and sexually satisfied had been sufficiently fed. Enough so that she'd had a bit of a glow to her. And Mina was no different. The excitement she experienced from dominating the young woman was exquisite. Even just recalling it made the therapist move her hips, grinding her still sensitive sex suggestively against Arlise's thigh.

"Mmmn. Mmhmm." She half moaned and half confirmed to Arlise that she had a solution. She leaned into her, pulling her tight as her lips pressed to the base of her neck, just below her ear. She nipped gently before whispering. "I'm going to make you my pet." The words were sinister... And tempting. She placed a chaste kiss on her cheek before looking down at her from above. Her eyes burning passionately as they met Arlise's.

"You have a very dangerous libido. And if you are to start winning. It needs to be tamed before your matches." She ran a hand between Arlise's thighs. Claiming the woman's sex as her own without hesitation. "You'll worship me. And I'll satisfy you to your hearts content. And then. When you go to the ring, you'll have nothing in mind but winning. And making me proud."

She leaned forward and captured Arlise's lower lip in a quick, suckling tease of a kiss. "And if you win. Then you can have me any way you like. Instead of the other way around" She gave another pull of the woman's lip. "I can't resist a beautiful young winner, after all."

[Winter]

Arlise wasn't sure the kiss below her ear made her shiver more than being told she would be the doctor's pet.

The eagerness slipped from her face, replaced by surprise, incredulity. There had been moments during this... ah, appointment when the Belgian had wondered if she could take Mina's assertions seriously. Having the doctor declare Lise as her pet certainly fell into that category. While Mina explained, though, Lise felt a pang in her chest as acute as any the whole evening - and Mina had certainly had her pegged more than a few times.

Of course, the redhead could not focus on the source of that pang when Mina's hand slipped between her bare thighs and pulled a fresh gasp from her lips, but she figured she might not wish to dwell on it, anyway. No, the doctor had her dwelling on other thoughts entirely. Worship. Having her way. More of the kisses that Mina placed on her lips. Lise felt as if her head would never stop spinning, and she wasn't sure that she wanted it to stop.

And ultimately, Lise was not sure what else to say or ask. The doctor still had her feeling like a confused pupil, yes, but Lise could not imagine a more intimidating thought than again trying to communicate her issues. Not after... what had happened. With Mina wrapped around her and nothing left on her body but a top that might as well have been missing alongside her bottoms.

Instead, her mind finally - finally - rested, and she twisted her lips in thought as she peered past Mina to the ceiling. "Is that a prescription?", she asked, before she again glanced at Mina. "And is it a common prescription?"

[SuckerPunch]

Mina grinned impishly at Arlise as she sought more information on the validity of her practice. She sat up, bracing her weight upon Arlise's hips and flourishing and presenting herself for the red heads viewing pleasure. "A prescription?" She mused coyly. "No Ms. Lise, I'm a therapist. I don't give prescriptions. However, I do give orders. And if you intend to start winning matches, I'd suggest you follow them."

"That is, unless you prefer for every match to end with you mewling in the middle of the ring like a virgin on prom night." She posed the question while recalling the way Arlise had just been mewling beneath her. It had been an incredible sight. Just the memory of it brought on a fresh flood of arousal between her thighs.

"And as for it's commonality?" She ran a hand down her own curvy figure. Her fingers trailing down the swell of her breast, her belly, her inner-thigh. "No. It's quite uncommon." From her thigh her fingertips danced along Arlise's smooth pubis. "But you're an uncommon woman." To her flat belly. "With an uncommon problem." Between the valley of her cleavage and up her neck onto her lips. "And it is my professional opinion that you require an uncommon solution." Her index and ring fingers rested upon Arlise's lower lips. Begging to be drawn into them. For Arlise to suck upon them submissively.

"What do you say, pet? How would you like to be the cause of another woman's mewling instead?"

[Winter]

Gray eyes intently studied the doctor's silhouette, clearly as interested in it as she was the answer she received. Arlise tweaked an eyebrow at that answer; she supposed it was silly to refer to what a therapist provided as prescriptions. Then again, the Belgian had no reason to know, either. Her mother had scarcely been able to afford the help she needed, and it wasn't as if she could have provided much help for her daughter, either...

Arlise squinted her eyes shut to bore those thoughts away; those certainly had no business interfering with her good time. A... time for her benefit.

This was what she wanted, needed. The doctor's mention of her "mewling" like a virgin on prom night after her matches stung, but if Lise gave even the slightest, passing thought to her experiences in the ring - and some out - during her time in LAW, all the images matched the doctor's description. Arlise had been nothing but submissive. Smitten. Helpless, when the beauty had let down her guard.

And as the doctor continued, Lise knew it was happening even now. She sucked in a deep breath as Mina again took to touching her, seemingly finding every inch of sensitive, warm skin on the redhead's body and distracting her to the point where Arlise could hardly follow what was being said. No wonder she could not defend herself in a match; Lise knew this to be how she felt any time she felt more at home in a hold than she did working that same hold on an opponent.

Arlise's arousal-tense body relaxed, ever so slightly, as Mina's fingers came to rest on her lower lip, and instead of watching the doctor's hand, she glanced back up into her face. Listening to her question. Pondering it. Already knowing what she needed to do, but wondering if she could hold onto this logical understanding of how much of a problem her obsessiveness had become over the years.

A surge of boldness and confidence hit her right when she needed it most, and rather than giving the doctor what she wanted, her hand came up to grasp at Mina's wrist and tug on it, to drag the experienced beauty onto all fours over her body. Her sharp gaze met with Mina's, and she nodded intently. "That is exactly what I want, Mina. Get me back there."