A Session with a Goddess

[Lico]

It took more effort than what he expected, but Yuto was able to get Neith off him in the end. He looked a little confused that see didn't fight back too much, even inviting him to make a move on her? It seemed like a trap, but he didn't really think too much of it. More like he's not really in a state where he could think clearly at the moment. The boy was also not sure if the question was meant to be answer verbally or by actually doing an example.

"Well... I usually go for something simple... if I even have the chance... so maybe... a single leg boston crab...?" he said after a moment of thinking.

[HotWheels]

Yuto thought right, though he may not have known it. Neith did plan to spring a trap on him if he had acted. However, he did not, only describing the move that he might perform while she listened. While he lacked bravery, many clients would have leaped on the opportunity to try and control Neith's body like she controlled theirs. She considered it to his credit that he did not make such a quick assumption, though losing the opportunity to shake him off so easily should he try did disappoint her.

"You have quite the addiction to the lower half of the female form, Yuto," she replied, as she started to sit up. With him remaining slightly drowsy from her smother, she knew she could likely do what she wanted with him without much resistance and force him into his second worship session, and as such, Neith turned and angled her legs toward his head. "I am curious to see how deeply that addiction runs."

Neith grabbed his nearest arms and swung out with both legs, one pushing its way under his head and one dropping over his jawline and mouth to ensnare him between the two. She curled them, dragging the eager young man closer to her as she did, and coiled until she had a calf on one of his cheeks and her thigh on the other with the side figure-four. She waited for his reaction before squeezing.

[Lico]

"Addiction... I'm nooot tooo sure about thaaat..." Yuto averted his gaze from Neith, his cheeks blushing.

He felt a little nervous thinking that someone he just tussled around for several minutes already getting pretty close to the mark with her observation. Before he joined LAW, he probably would have been able to deny such statement with more conviction. However, after the training he had with his mistress, he definitely had developed an addiction to a certain body part, even if he wouldn't want to admit it out loud.

One thing that was sure was that looking away from an opponent during a fight was something that he shouldn't have done. Yuto was feeling a little less cautious due this was only a session instead of a match, but it resulted with him getting caught by Neith as she made her move. The boy gasped as he was yanked by her, her legs soon trapped his head in a figure four lock which prompted him to groan and squirm in discomfort. He could only scold himself for being so careless, while his hands trying to pry apart her legs before she put some pressure on him.

"N-nngghh...! D-damnit..."

[HotWheels]

He wasn't sure, was he? Neith knew which button to press when she ensnared him within her leggy trap and peeked over to see him stuck there. "Let me make you sure about that." Most who booked sessions knew much of what they liked (and she suspected Yuto already knew of his love for legs and feet), but Neith felt confident in saying that she had brought a few new kinks into the psyches of her clients. The good session girls could give people what they wanted. Neith could do that and more, which made her the best...at least in her own mind.

She still did not squeeze as his hands feebly pawed to remove her legs from his head. Obviously, Neith could force him to submit to her at any time if she had him between her legs like this. She wanted to compel him to admit his addiction. To do so, she slowly shifted and pulsed the muscles of the leg that had wrapped around his jaw to see his reaction, in a way much more sexual than violent. "What do you think of that?", she asked, leaning on her elbow to watch him and his reactions...both those on his face and in his boxers.

[Lico]

At first, Yuto was focused on attempting to get himself out of the hold, wanting to make himself looking not as easy as Neith might thought after his earlier submission. He had to say that even when she's not squeezing him, she's doing a good job keeping the hold secure. Pretty impressive to say the least. Then he felt her legs moving, rubbing his jaw teasingly while she's looking all relaxed, as if she's just a mere plaything that she could crush anytime if she wanted to.

That got his mind and body going without a fail. He felt a tingling sensation on his back, while his bulge was twitching again. There's just something about being under a woman's mercy that stirred him up, which he probably was unable to hide anymore after his years in the wrestling business.

"U-uuh... y-you have a smooth and very strong legs..." he answered rather nervously.

[HotWheels]

Neith certainly did see him as a plaything she could crush whenever she wished. Though she only teased for now, she prepared to force him into his second submission the moment she received the answer she wanted. It seemed his body wanted to answer before his mouth did, so Neith slowed her rubbing to a meager pace to calm him back down...if that were possible. It would seem he had become smitten by her. A common occurrence, of course, but Neith never grew tired of knowing how badly people desired her.

When he answered, she tilted her head as a shrug. "I do," she agreed. "You've submitted to them once...let's see how quickly you do so again." Still looking entirely relaxed, Neith shifted her legs slightly for a better angle to squeeze him and flexed her leg muscles in the next breath. She did not squeeze with all the power she could, but enough that she knew after a time, her clients typically submitted. Doing her best to look bored, since so many clients loved that, she pulled lightly at the top of her one-piece to situate it more comfortably over one breast. And she waited.

[Lico]

"Urg..."

Yuto knew by this point that submitting to Neith was only a matter of when, considering how skilled she was, and so he didn't bother to even put a brave front or saying stuffs like he wouldn't give up to her. All he could do was trying to struggle in her grasps, until it's starting to get a little too uncomfortable. He's not here to prove a point or anything after all, not that he had any apart from being a weak boy that could easily be toyed around for her amusement.

The moment Neith began to flex her muscles and squeezed him, Yuto groaned and put more effort to loosen her hold, just to make his predicament a little more bearable. The futile struggle was also the part of the excitement after all. He expected her to overpower him and she did exactly that, while looking as if she's not even using a quarter of her strength! The boy's face was getting a little red, not just from the squeezing, but also from being in awe of how divine she looked right now. Calling her a goddess wouldn't be an understatement, and a certain part of his body kept twitching every now and then at the realization of the difference in strength between them. He held on for a short while, trying to last a little longer than before, but eventually tapping on her leg a few times, panting and looking a little groggy.

"Nnngghh..."

[HotWheels]

She watched his struggles increase, but as his fingers probed to find some relief from the consistent pressure summoned by her legs, he did not do more than dimple her dusky skin. Neith had him precisely where she wanted him, and even men with twice his muscle could not merely remove her legs from their heads. Neith continued to watch him, clearly getting her own enjoyment out of her own dominance and his inability to put a stop to that dominance. The anticipation of that moment he gave in almost drove her body crazy. "Sleep is no relief...I'm not squeezing you quite hard enough to put you out, only to force you into surrender."

And surrender he did. Neith sucked in a satisfied breath and chewed her lower lip when he tapped on her leg, the same as a woman in ecstasy, and she slowly unwound her legs from around his head to give him some relief. Scooting forward, she ran a hand down the length of one of those legs, as if presenting it to him. Once she sat with her rear a few inches from his head, she crossed those long, smooth legs over his chest and gestured to them. "Now, you can kiss these. A massage would not hurt, either."

[Lico]

Yuto wheezed as he was released and took his time adjusting his breathing. Seeing Neith's reactions so far, he figured that she's also getting the kick from this. Having him on his mercy and watching his pointless struggle that led to his eventual surrender were a delight to her, to put it mildly. It's quite interesting to see that she didn't really bother to hide it despite her professional manner, or perhaps she's slowly loosening herself around him.

In any case, he got something else to occupy his mind right now. The legs that were squeezing him earlier now needed his attention. Yuto gulped as he noticed how close Neith's rear to him, which prompted more twitching from his body, but at the moment his task was to worship her legs.

"Y-yes..." he nodded and began to kiss the right calf first, then using his hands to gently massage it.

Yuto would work his way up slowly, taking his time to make sure she didn't miss a spot, up to her thigh, if she allowed it as he wasn't really sure how far he could go. Then he'd move to the other leg, but this time working reversely, from the upper spots to the calf. Feeling her muscles didn't make him react as strong as to being smothered, but he clearly was developing a taste for her body judging from how he's getting more and more into the worshiping with each passing second.

"Mmmhh... mmhhh..."

[HotWheels]

As he began the work of kissing her legs, Neith deemed his kissing adequate. Of course, she never cared too particularly much; she would never let a client kiss her on the lips or anywhere else important enough to merit their having a great deal of prowess. If he could show his proper subordination in attending to her body and Neith could enjoy the sensations of that attendance, that was all she cared about. She did not slow him as he trailed up her thigh; he should know what trailing too would involve and what it would entail for him. Pushing beyond the boundaries Neith set had earned quite a few clients a state of unconsciousness; the ones who had truly taken their approach too far ended up with trips to the hospital.

But he proved a gentleman. Neith casually watched him. His massaging proved quite adept, though she loved anyone touching her skin with the purpose of attending to her needs. And he seemed to enjoy attending them. The sounds of satisfaction that came from him, and from so many other clients, told her that she should regard herself as a goddess. That her name carried some weight with them. Knowing that appealing fact, and satisfied with the warmth growing in her legs from his massaging, Neith deemed his work done.

The exotic beauty lifted one leg, hovering it over his head, and she pushed down on his neck lightly with one foot. "You're doing well," she assured him. "Next step."

After deftly using her other foot to try and roll him onto his stomach, Neith planned to leap onto and straddle his back and pin his arms down under her calves as she sat atop him. It was a start...not the entirety of her plan.