This Is How We Do It (Feat. Maria Esteves, Gloria Kildahl, and Neith)

[DSX93]

Maria Esteves

Maria's lost count of how many times she's stepped in front of the full-length mirror that was off in the corner of the LAW-owned hotel room she occupied, checking for the slightest blemishes and wondering if she was either under or overdressed for this special Friday afternoon:

She was going to be having her first D/s experiences today! Well, session wrestling, more like, but let's be real: She doesn't know how to wrestle. She doesn't even know how to fight. These women -- no, these deities -- they were going to thrash her in the best way. Throw her around, squeeze her, bend her into all kinds of crazy positions. Make her a devoted follower worshipping at their altars!

But not at the same time. The thought of it had the budding and eager submissive and potential masochist (she'd never experimented with pain, but she was sure that they'd be able to make it pleasant somehow) tingling. Maybe another time? Her mind was racing with all of the possibilities of what was going to be done to her.

It took some courage just to ask when she'd spoken to them both, and a self-reminder that she'd run away from home to establish a new life as a Hentai talent here before she up and typed the words and hit Send: Would sex be a part of the proceedings? No push, just that simple question. Though she was hoping that she was going to be made a woman today. To do it this way, in such an ungodly manner...The touch of rebellion against her parents' repressive philosophy made it so much hotter. And it was going to be recorded for the whole world to see? Bonus!

Both had promised her an experience that would be better than intercourse. And the way Neith spoke to her...The words she sent held the promise of a certain something that's so good that it would utterly ruin her to anything else. Both Goddesses had websites that Maria could have perused, but she intentionally went without them. The young Latina didn't want any spoilers; the suspense was a part of the fun!

The only real concern she had was the timing: Neith would be here for a session just an hour before Gloria's. But the Egyptian beauty had assured her that it would be fine. And she was the one who'd spent years doing this for a living, so she took her word for it.

Maria just hoped that Gloria wouldn't mind: This had all started with the Muscle Goddess and her advertisement on LAW's website after she'd been signed. She was looking to spread her gospel to Japan, take on new clients to start producing another flavor of content. And after a bit of back and forth on the forum, during which Maria had been told that she didn't mind taking on someone who was entirely new to...everything, she eagerly moved on to discussion of an appointment.

Then Neith hit her up a little bit afterwards to offer her an alternative experience. One so juicy, she just had to make arrangements for that too.

The scheduling might be a little tight, but Maria felt ready. Her body was trembling, she had so much energy! The wait was becoming increasingly unbearable, with seconds feeling like minutes. Minutes, hours.

[HotWheels]

Safiya checked her watch just before the last remnants of the practical businesswoman melted away and the goddess started to make her appearance. Time, after all, would be "tight" for this particular session. In reality, she cared not at all if her session ran into the next. Hell, she had precisely planned it so it would, a little infringement upon a potential rival's schedule that would help her establish dominance as the most important session wrestler in all of Japan. Nothing too offensive, only a button pushed and a challenge presented.

But she did not care to worry her client over her punctuality and the schedule; that did not keep clients returning to her. No, Neith alone would keep up with the time while she gave this Maria the time of her life, and if she lost track of that time during those thrills... oops. A gleeful smile crossed her face as she strode up to the door where Maria would be waiting for a session that should be starting in precisely one minute. No preparation needed for this one, fortunately. With the black and rose straps of her bikini clinging to the skin beneath her concealing coat, she had nothing to do but show her face.

She knocked. Her eyes lifted to glance around the hallway, ensuring that no one looked ready to interrupt her or make trouble for her stripping down before she disappeared into privacy, and when she decided that she was completely alone save for some unseen camera, she stripped off the trenchcoat and let it drape over her bag before taking up a casual pose in the doorway, her hip against the frame, her eyes and lips alight with temptation.

[DSX93]

There was a knock. The knock. Finally!

"Coming!" Maria was at the door in a second. Opened it, and...There were no words to describe the vision that greeted her. None that would be a good enough fit, anyway. No wait, there was one. Just one.

"G-Goddess." The look matched the title perfectly. One straight out of the Love and Lust pantheon, with a body like that, shown off perfectly with a black and rose bikini. A trenchcoat in her arm, but to have been standing there like that for even a few seconds was so brave!

And those blue eyes. They held so much...power. Wells of sexuality, the both of them. It was unlike anything Maria had ever seen in anyone before. She couldn't step aside to let Neith in fast enough. The younger woman's own blues never left her while she closed the door after she'd stepped inside.

"Hi." She greeted her with a coy smile, being suddenly all too aware of how far apart their leagues were. Don't get her wrong, Maria knew full well that she was a beautiful girl. But her...No comparison. It wasn't just in the physical, it was in how she carried herself. That pure confidence that comes only with...Maria could only speculate how much experience. And success. Accomplishments.

"Oh!" The coat! The bag! "I can get those for you." Maria didn't know much about D/s protocol, but she figured that it would be good to show some initiative in making herself useful.

[HotWheels]

Maria had provided a solid start, calling her goddess at first glance. Neith peered at her, clearly pleased. "That is the proper greeting for an arrival of my importance," she cooed, taking the woman's shifting aside as an excuse to walk in, all swaying hips and poised shoulders. While she knew what to expect from the room, the experienced session wrestler did briefly scan and inspect it, ensuring Maria hadn't changed anything that the goddess might find untoward. Not in the slightest. Two marks in her favor, even if small ones.

Make that three. Neith watched her, amused, as she offered to take the goddess' belongings from her. Neith was not particularly bothered either way, since she typically preferred to handle herself whether her clients offered or not, but there was something almost... desperate about the way she asked that had Neith nodding in agreement, allowing her to take these "heavy, heavy" bags off of her. She had truly picked a woman with the right amount of adoration, and (hopefully) naivety, to truly make a statement with this Gloria that Neith pleased her clients far better than anyone else in Japan.

Neith took the spare moment to rustle her hair with both hands, size up Maria. Fit enough, but likely not an overbearing threat if she unwisely decided to take too much initiative during their session. She was perhaps too smitten to be so foolish, anyway.

Besides, she never had any trouble with the women, a point that pleased her. That in mind, she pulled the straps around her hips a little tighter, milking that last drop of appeal, as soon as she knew Maria's eyes had fully returned to her, and the goddess' own eyes never left the woman all the while. Her gentle gait took her to the edge of the bed, and she leaned over it seductively, propped on her palms. "Maria. You're simply brimming with desires." She twisted her hips lightly. "Where do you wish to begin?"

[DSX93]

Maria had passed the first assessment. Sweet! "A being of your stature deserves no less." Neith's graceful gait immediately drew the eye to her luscious form. It was the very definition of "strong woman". The grace. The strength present in her perfectly toned body. All of that delectable, feminine curvature. The admiration was twofold: She wanted her, and she wanted to be like her.

Her belongings really weren't heavy at all, but maybe that was another test; just because she carried it on her own on the way here didn't mean that it wasn't proper to let her continue doing so when you're right there.

Maria was a good little nerd who passed all of her tests in school, and she was going to do her damnedest to ace these. She would see her belongings to their proper place. When she turned back around, her eyes would go right where Neith was expecting them to go. That bikini bottom wasn't quite that tight on her a moment ago, was it? Not that she minded. Oh goodness, no.

She did mind her eyes, though: With that entirely unambiguous "no" to sex being on the table, she didn't want to be looking too hard for too long lest it causes offense, but damn was it hard! Neith clearly wanted to be looked at, so she was going to have to walk a tightrope. Give her the admiration she's looking for, but without crossing over into outright perverse.

"Maria. You're simply brimming with desires." Neith said, after strutting her divine self right on over to the bed and bent over it.

Yeah, no kidding.

This test, if that's what it was, was one that she was feeling very, very likely to fail. Look at her! How could she not?!? Oh goodness, that. Ass!

"Where do you wish to begin?"

With her leaning on the bed like that, who would want to start anywhere else?

"Thank you, Goddess." Had to be thankful for being given the choice, first and foremost.

But wait. What if this is a test? What if she was being judged on where she picks? Should she not choose the bed? Or...should she? Because...well, Neith is right there.

Uh...clear choice, diplomatic answer!

"If it would be appealing to you too, I'd like to start on the bed."

[HotWheels]

People could claim whatever they wished. This was power. Neith had watched so many psyches crumble in the face of her beauty, her attitude, her charisma. She wouldn't trade what she could do to people for all the riches in the world, the power to rule... but of course, she would take those alongside her sensual authority and often did. She planned to make this new clientele in Japan her kingdom, in a way, and then the riches would come. What more could she want?

Maria couldn't know that the goddess did not always offer choice. With clients she did not find so readily agreeable, she would set the pace, make the choices, enforce her own wishes. Maria had earned the right. Whether she would have made the bed her first choice or not, Neith could not know, but she swung around nonetheless to perch on it, letting her feet swing over the edge like a coy playgirl. "Then come closer," she told the woman, spreading her thighs and arms, presenting the delectable trap. "Offer up that trim little waist to your goddess, if you dare."

[DSX93]

Oh, God.

Oh, God!

-dess. Oh, Goddess!

Maria practically glided over to answer Neith's beckoning, her body betraying her inexperience as it trembled with excitement. Anticipation. And a healthy amount of fear of what would follow doing what was asked of her just now. As entranced as she was, she was still well aware of what such a fine invitation really was. This was not going to be as simple as stepping into her embrace to receive her blessings, in whatever form they may come. She was going to need strength and perseverance to get those rewards.

To open this door was to begin a lengthy trial. Does she dare enter?

Yes. Oh yes, she dares!

Maria leaned forward, minding herself so she doesn't go too far. Certainly not the intimate face to face that she has yet to earn, if such a thing were possible today. Or ever. She set her hands down on the bed's edge to either side of Neith, bringing that trim little waist of hers right within her clutches. Blue eyes locked onto blue eyes, Maria's surrendering to her power without a fight.

"My body is yours to do with as you please, Goddess."

[HotWheels]

Neith could see the need in her movements. Many were of the confident belief that they wanted every ounce of punishment a wrestler of Neith's body and technique could wreak upon their bodies, but when the moment came, a portion of them always seemed keen to shy away, to second-guess their desires. She saw no such concerns from Maria, to her credit. The girl had needs. Neith would fulfill them all and then some, she promised herself, and then she would make a fool of this rival.

She presented, leaned, surrendered. Neith looked up at her with fondness. A beautiful woman, no doubt. She did not strike her as quite the type who usually arranged for one of these sessions, but that just made her all the more intriguing. Neith had to resist reaching up to cup her on the cheek, to offer a little empty affection before the teasing, wonderful pain began. Later, later. Once Neith had that mind gripped, manipulated, and rewritten, she would provide favors.

"You may regret saying so," she told her, as if it mattered.

Her legs flew into position with a horrible viciousness and effortlessness, thick thighs molding around Maria's midriff. At the same time, Neith grasped her by the straps of her top, and she fell backward, pulling the woman on top of her, elevated between her scissoring, bulging thighs. Another heartbeat saw her slapping her ankles together, suspending the woman in a leggy trap and leaving all but her shoulders and crushed waist to dangle. But she saved her power.

"Like a fly in the spider's clutches."

[DSX93]

That look! Maria had made the right choice, and now...Her Goddess's smile poured heat into her cheeks, turning them red in seconds.

"You may regret saying so."

She is most certainly not going to regret saying so. The one and only defiant thought that she'd dare have, unless circumstances see the woman lying beneath her saying something else like this.

While it would have been presented as a compliment, she still didn't speak it. Defiance is defiance. Seemed a wise choice, especially considering how her trial would begin. Forget being walked through the flames: Neith threw her right in. Just threw those powerful legs right around her waist, slipped her fingers right underneath the straps to her sexy lingerie and pulled, fell. So hard and so fast, she thought they might snap off and expose her. They didn't, but...Would Neith have liked that? Was that was she was trying to do?

She had no time to ponder this before the slapping of her ankles echoed through the room and cinched in a vice grip on her rib cage that made her cry out into the silk sheets that her face would land in. From the surprise of the suddenness of it, the crushing pain that she wasn't at all used to, shockwaving through her body...

Before this moment, she thought Jesus Ortega was bad. A friend of hers from high school, and a big teddy bear of a guy who oftentimes didn't know his own strength, at least when he was with her. It was like he thought that because they were both 5'10 that she wasn't a girl anymore. As sweet as he was, his hugs were never something that she looked forward to.

Maria's self-preservative instincts kicked in, making her reach back for Neith's thighs. "Like a fly in the spider's clutches", yeah! These legs were making his hugs feel like nothing! Bearing down on her waist with downright oppressiveness, making breathing something that she was suddenly conscious of.

The contact with the powerful, yet supple flesh pulled her back into control before she could make the mistake of trying to push her away. But she'd still committed a faux pas. And the very moment she realized that, she placed her hands back on the mattress, squeezing down hard, and drew her upper body back just far enough for Neith to be able to see her face, wincing from the pain she'd caused herself with her own sudden motion.

"I-I'm sorry, Goddess! I didn't mean to touch you without permission!" She hurried the words out of her mouth, wanting them said before it was decided that they didn't matter.

This...Maria didn't hate this, though. It hurt so bad, but being this close to her, having that pain being inflicted through such an intimate position was doing something to her. Her body may have said differently just now, but she didn't want to leave.

A minute or two. Or three. She just needs time. She could get used to this. She thinks. Maybe...maybe even like it. Really like it. She doesn't know, but she's willing to try.

[HotWheels]

That pretty waist contracting under the pressure offered Neith one of her favorite views as a session mistress. The only thing better? The sight of her own thighs doing the crushing, becoming corded, molding around the waist and finding new ways to punish it from every possible angle. Perfection, and Neith stared hungrily as she slowly amped up the pressure - already considerable for the shock factor - to make Maria oh-so-desperate in her clutches. She could have laid there for an hour if time were no device, pulling the woman to and from the brink of consciousness merely from the crushing of her abs, her ribs, robbing her of steady breaths. And to her mind, the hands that gripped at her thighs, unable to do more than dimple them with her grip, were only the flourishes on the beautiful scene.

But Maria seemed to think she couldn't touch. Neith finally pulled her eyes from the sight of the bodyscissor to look up into the woman's face. Of course, she didn't particularly mind how handsy one became in these sessions as long as those hands stayed away from between the legs and the breasts - only the session queens who didn't like return customers would be so ridiculous as to stop a client from touching their squeezing thighs unless that was part of the game - but Neith could work with this. Perhaps Maria wanted to have a reason for Neith to punish her. She tried not to smirk as the possibilities crept into her mind.

"I only have one answer for such insubordination," she began, equal parts threatening and enticing. A hand delectably crept toward Maria's face, cupping her around the jaw like a lover about to be brought in for a kiss. She let it linger before it slipped up to her cheeks, brushed past her lips, as if she inspected her, searched for something she had not noticed before. She leaned up, drawing a bit closer to her ear, and her voice dropped to barely above a whisper.

"Endless, divine torture."

She clapped the hand around Maria's mouth. With a fold of her legs to turn the bodyscissor into a figure-four and a swivel of her hips, she easily rolled them over so she was on top, leaving Maria's hips dangling off the bed. The hand tightened, and the other moved to join it, pinching Maria's nose shut. The bodyscissor, though she didn't work to tighten it herself, had become dangerously compact. Robbed of all her options for breathing.

"If you tap before a minute passes, you may not like what happens. And only on my stomach."