The Prima Donna's Diary - Chapter 14: Mutual Masochists (vs Yuki Oringang)

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Dear Diary~...

Diary Entry (READ ME)

I've got another steamy match-up tonight. Just like with Sandra, it'll be another hectic thirty-minute ironwoman match, pretty much anything goes, but I'm only allowed to pin my opponent or make them climax. It's strange how I've gotten so used to this, y'know? I used to feel so nervous about it but-...I'm kinda getting into it. Like, REALLY into it...I don't know, it's a free excuse to meet some lovely gal and have a fun time with her. I can't say I've been disappointed, winning or losing stuff like this. Hopefully, tonight will be more of the same! But, you'll find out about that soon enough once I'm finished, won't you diary~...I'll be sure to make a mental note to remember all the spiciest moments and log them down...and if I'm lucky, maybe I'll have a number to jot down in your margins too~...In any case, see you in a few, diary!!!


XOXO, Yours forever~, Ami Anderson...The Prima Donna Darling~ <3

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Ami Anderson, the 'Prima Donna Darling' vs Yuki Oringang
Match Type: "Special 30-Minute Ironwoman."
Win by scoring the most points by the end of the thirty-minute time limit. Points are scored by either pinfall or forced orgasm. Submissions, knockouts, and self-induced orgasms will not affect the scores in any way.
Modified rules - No DQs, No Count-outs; Hentai is allowed.


After closing her diary, Ami set it in her gym bag, zipping it up as she prepared to leave her little apartment suite for another intimate match-up. She made her way downstairs, hopped on her bike, and left the area. She remembered the route from the first time she rode there and back, but she was a little more cautious due to biking at night. She biked through the city streets, noticing how it felt much different than during the day, with neon signs lighting up the sidewalks while cars sped by here and there, free of the usual bumper-to-bumper traffic.

The ride over was surprisingly relaxing and slow. The bustling city was soon going to sleep, but Ami was about to be up way past the city's bedtime, so to speak~...It was still warm outside, but the air was nice and still. Ami took in deep breaths, enjoying the atmosphere. She arrived at the complex, locked her bike into the rack, and proceeded inside. Just like her little 'match' against Sandra, the brunette was greeted by some front desk employees. There was no briefing and special instructions this time; she was already familiar with the memo. All she needed was the key to gain access to the reserved room she'd be wrestling in tonight.

After changing in the locker room, Ami proceeded down the familiar hallway, reminiscent of her match against Sandra Thomas. Ami was dressed similarly, too. However, this time around, the skin-tight leotard clinging to her lithe, thin figure was the only article of clothing that she wore. When she entered the designated room, she was greeted with the same padded barriers that lined the walls all around and the plush collegiate-style wrestling mat that stretched across the floor completely, leaving no crevice uncovered. Of course, the wall pads were stretched up high, nearly reaching the full height of the room. There were no windows, just the ceiling's fluorescent lights. They illuminated every stretch of the room's surface with a warm, ambient light. In contrast to the lighting's warmth, Ami felt the soft mats beneath her feet...they were plush and cool to the touch, and then a breeze hit her body. It was nice and cool in the room too...but she was well aware that the heat would be turning up real soon.

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Being the first to arrive, Ami used the opportunity to get a few good stretches in, trying to prepare herself for an evening full of steamy, sweaty contact. She didn't know much about her opponent...hell, she could barely find anything on her to begin with. She just knew that they were close in age and similar in stature, so this would be another clash of lightweights going at it in a rather promiscuous fashion. It gave her a similar feeling like she had with one of her previous opponents, Aoto Miya. Although tonight had a far more sensual atmosphere. Well, there was no point in dwelling on it...At this point, all Ami could do was prepare herself for another match.

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Yuki had been having a rough week. Not that she could complain. She had lost quite a few matches previously and was on a bit of a break. That break however was not from wrestling, it was from LAW in general. With the constant losses she had taken, some brutal, some humiliating, the house of heels had decided to put her through a boot camp. One that had all the heels preform a gauntlet on her. While this was considered a humiliating punishment for being such a poor jobber from the rest of the heels, Yuki of course had the ride of her life due to her masochism.

After weeks of domination and humiliation, she had been signed up for another match. The head of the house of heels had even shown some mercy and said that She didn't even need to win. She just needed to put up some sort of fight. Show some kind of grit. Of course, Yuki didn't have a mean fiber in her body. She didn't know how she would do it, or if she even wanted to. Her body was sore and her mind was recovering, but her masochistic tendencies begged for more. That was why she was so thankful that Laura had signed her up for another match. Most wrestlers would see this as a chance at redemption, Yuki saw this as another opportunity to feed that vulnerable, not so well hidden side of her. The fact that she was a masochist was fairly well known throughout most of LAW at this point. The only reason people may not have known was because of her unimpressive record that kept her from the full blown spotlight, however she had gotten lucky a few times to go up against some of the stars of LAW and those matches were where she was exposed the most.

Yuki would sitting in the back seat of a car, staring out the window at the city lights. She had been given a ride by the house of heels chauffeur. She rolled her window down to feel the breeze. It was a short drive but the night air felt nice.

The car came to a stop, the window closed, and Yuki unbuckled her seatbelt. She slowly swung her legs out from the car. Her feet hit the ground as she stood up and closed the door behind her. She looked around and let out a soft sigh. The LAW arena... It felt... Good to be back?... She made her way to the entrance and was greeted by the front desk. They gave her instructions on where to go. They also handed her a box that had her attire inside, dropped off by one of the heels earlier in the day.

Yuki made her way to the locker room. It had been a while since she walked these halls. The last time she had left, she had been on her hands and knees, leashed and collared by her opponent. The flash of the memory stung but also warmed something within her.

She arrived at the locker room and found a locker to place her belongings in. She opened it up and began to undress. Another cold breeze gusted around her now naked body as she opened the box to see what attire she would be wearing tonight. Part of her expected the box to be empty. Something she wouldn't put past the heels. To her surprise, it was a one piece competition bathing suit. The primary color being white along with a small pink stripe and a secondary color of blue.

She slowly slid the swim suit on, one leg at a time. The thin yet stretch material slid up her legs and between her thick thighs, scrunching up into the crevices of her curves. It was high waisted, showing much of her intimate parts, hiding just enough to not be nude. She slid the rest of the swimsuit up, having to pull it tight as the material felt like it would barely fit with how snug it was. Once it was fully on though, it fit like a glove.

She found a mirror and looked at herself, studying her attire and her body within it. This swimsuit felt and fit like a 2nd skin. She felt exposed. It hugged rode high up her waist and hugged her slightly chubby stomach along with her ample breasts. She could see the outline of her navel through the white material. She would turn around and slowly slide her fingers under the material that hugged her plump rear, pulling out a slight wedgie that had formed naturally, letting the material snap as she fixed it.

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Once she was situated and adjusted, she would take a deep breath before leaving the locker room and continuing her way down the hall towards the directed room.

Once at the door, she would take another deep breath before entering. She stepped in, looking around. Bright red everywhere. Bright red mats on the floor, bright red mats covering the wall. The lights above were bright and would likely contribute quite a lot of heat once things got started. After analyzing the room, her eyes found her opponent.

Yuki had been expecting another amazon opponent. Someone she had no business facing. That was her usual bouts here, set up for failure. However, the woman that she saw was the exact opposite of that. Slender and fit, modest curves in all the right places, cute, long brown hair with adorable pink highlights. Legs that looked heavenly to be coiled in.

Yuki stood there and stared for a moment before sheepishly making her way closer. The closer they got, the closer they became in height, exact matches in height, maybe a few pounds difference but no David and Goliath difference. This slightly put Yuki at a bit more of an ease. Her heart rate still was faster than normal but not as worried as she was before other matches. She would offer a meek handshake, offering her hand out to Ami. "H...Hello... My name is... Yuki...It...Its a pleasure... To meet you... I hope... We... have a good match..." She nervously stuttered with a blush on her face. Her opponent didn't look mean, but anything could be the case in LAW. All Yuki could do was wait to see how Ami responded.

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Ami was enjoying the peace and quiet of the room, happily stretching away and rolling around on the mats to get herself warmed up, but the longer she waited, the more bored she got. She wasn't kept waiting long; she was simply incredibly eager to get things started. She desperately wanted to start this match off and get right down to business, but until her opponent arrived, she was standing around idly, minding her business. Thankfully, she wouldn't have to wait much longer. A creak at the door signaled someone's arrival, and to Ami's delight, she was met with a rather cute-looking young woman. She looked about her age, give or take...maybe a year or two older at most? Ami turned to face her completely, checking out the competition with a brief glance at first, one that turned into a prolonged stare as she got a GOOD look at her opponent's soft features and curves. Like her, this gal was dressed only in a high-waisted leotard, one that playfully accentuated her curves.

Yuki's body looked pristine yet toughened...it was strange, and Ami couldn't quite figure it out. She couldn't make sense of it, so she didn't bother with it. She just admired the view...that slightly pudgy tummy, those hips which were JUST wide enough to get Ami's mind spinning...those soft lips and eyes, that cute hair...every inch of this gal seemed like something straight out of a dream, and Ami was absolutely hooked.

The Prima Donna continued to stare for a moment longer, admiring her opponent's softness and beauty before addressing her. She'd smile and shake hands with Yuki, greeting her politely, but confidently. "Nice to meet you, too...I think we're gonna have a lot of fun together." She said. "If you're feeling nervous, don't be...it's an adjustment, but it'll be a good match all the same. I'm actually unfamiliar with your style, so I look forward to seeing you in action. Gimme all that you've got, okay?" She said, softly cheering her opponent on, providing a bit of motivation for her. It must've been a strange feeling for Yuki, given her reaction, Ami could tell something was off about her. She didn't seem like the serious type...but she didn't seem like Saori Aiko, ready to compete but a little nervous and socially awkward. Well, looks CAN be deceiving, as Ami recalled back in her match against Felicia, a slight shudder rolling through her at the thought.

However, even that felt like a bit of a stretch...maybe it was just a plain case of nervousness. And given how much she was stuttering, it sounded genuine. Seeing this, Ami decided to strike up a small conversation with her, complimenting her look. "Seems like we both had the same idea, huh? I like the colors on yours, it's really pretty~...You look good in it, really good. Sorry for staring earlier, I was just...lost for a moment. Seeing someone so cute can be a real distraction~...This is my second time in a match like this, so the lack of extra gear is nice, y'know? Much more freeing, especially since we're gonna be sweating it up in a bit~..." She said, walking up and pressing her chest against Yuki's, flirting with her a little. "Seems to me that a part of you is just as eager to get started as me~...Don't worry, I don't bite~...unless you want me to~" She said jokingly. "Let's just have some fun together, yeah? I wanna enjoy every minute I get to spend looking at that cute face~..."

She seemed like a natural at this, calmly flirting with the brunette while trying to ease her nerves. However, the time would soon come for them to get ready. With nothing left to say, it was time for the pair to begin their tussle. A timer on a clock situated near the top of the door behind them would beep in preparation, slowly counting down the end of the grace period before the match officially began in~...5...4...3...2...1-...

*BEEP BEEP BEEP*
- TIME REMAINING 30m 00s -

It was fair game now, and Ami was looking to make the first move, lunging forward and trying to initiate a basic Collar and Elbow Tie-Up as she latched onto Yuki, testing the waters by seeing if she could outwrestle the timid brunette or not. If there were ever a time for Yuki to show her true colors, this was it, because if she didn't Ami would shift her hands up to her head, grabbing hold and bringing her face down against the side of her chest, pressing into her leotard-clad breast as she secured Yuki in a Side Headlock position, their bodies touching every so slightly in a few areas. "Don't make it TOO easy for me now~..." She teased, wrenching away at Yuki's head before swapping positions and attempting a Waistlock, grabbing hold of her opponent from behind. Ami let out a soft, moaning sigh, breathing against the side of Yuki's face as her arms wrapped around her body. Any struggles from Yuki would likely lead to her hips and rear brushing up against Ami's pelvis, the friction stimulating her a bit. She blushes and tightens the hold further, squeezing Yuki at the waistline as she clings tightly to her.

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Yuki would stand there with her hand out, as Ami seemed to be studying her. She felt as though her eyes were prying, sneaking looks, peaking inside of her bathing suit. She blushed deeper. She continued to stand there with her hand extended, half expecting a slap of the hand or even the face but that didn't come. What did come was much more pleasant. A polite, yet confident introduction.

Yuki looked down as Ami seemed to notice her visible nervousness. This of course only made her more nervous. She told her not to be nervous but that was easier said than done for Yuki. She always became a nervous wreck in her matches although this was proving to be maybe a slightly different case.

Yuki blushed harder as Ami said she was curious about her "style". The problem there was Yuki didn't really have a style unless you called rag dolling a style. She would also hear Ami's expectation to give this match her all. Yuki subconsciously nodded but she was of course unsure of herself.

This was a very new and different interaction Yuki was having. Her first experience in LAW where she wasn't seen as a play thing, or at least had some kind of respect being put towards her. Some kindness and comfort, along with genuine compliments. Yuki didn't fully know how to react.

She didn't want to look Ami in the eyes, she tried to find something else to look at, her eyes fell to Ami's chest and stayed there for a while before she blushed deeper noticing that she herself was staring. Her eyes widened and closed tightly.

She hadn't been listening if Ami had been saying anything during that moment but she would be brought back into the conversation as Ami started talking about their outfits. The compliment to the colors felt nice. The compliments on how good she looked in the attire made her blush again, and the honesty from Ami how she got "lost" looking at her for a moment. Yuki simply nodded as Ami continued to speak. "Your... Your very... pretty..." She commented nervously still.

The comment from Ami about sweating lead to a bit more forward of an action from Ami. Suddenly, they were face to face, chest to chest, breast to breast. They had similar sized breasts, Yuki's might have been a bit softer, a bit more pliable and moldable. Her nipples immediately became erect, pressing against Ami's in an embarrassing manner.

She heard Ami flirting with her now, telling her she could sense at least some eagerness in Yuki, and a promise not to bite, or at least to do it consensually. Yuki nearly melted just at the thought.

The flirting came natural for Ami as Yuki stood there, stammering like a nervous wreck that had never spoken to a woman before. Suddenly, a count down started before a beeper went off, officially starting the match.

Without a second of hesitation, Ami offered a lock up. Yuki hesitated but got into a somewhat athletic stance, as it had been a while. She was easily over powered in the tie up. She gave a bit of power at first, holding her own for just a few seconds before being taken in for a tight side head lock.

Yuki blushed and let out a gasp as her face brushed against Ami's breast. The soft material of her attire complimented the softness of her breast that pressed to her cheek. Yuki felt as though Ami was red hot in any area they touched.

Yuki whimpered as Ami told her not to make it too easy as she wrenched the hold a bit aggressively before switching up holds, transitioning into a waist lock. Yuki's eyes widened as Ami wrapped her arms around her. She felt Ami's chin on her shoulder and her moaning sigh caused a warm breath to breeze past the side of her face. Yuki inhaled and tasted her breath and smelled her scent as well. It was intimate just breathing the same air as her.

Yuki would try to struggle away, not to fight back, but to create some much needed space so that she could cool down from Ami's raging hot touch. The struggling didn't do a whole lot to help though as Yuki felt her rear pressing and grinding against Ami's pelvis. This only made Ami tighten the hold causing Yuki to let out a surprised gasp followed by a slight moan, already feeling the effects of being in such close proximity to Ami.

At this point, Yuki was defenseless and Ami would be able to do as she pleased.

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Ami smiled at Yuki's compliment...even through stuttered syllables, the charm was there, and the words carried the intended affection all the same. It still seemed like Yuki was nervous about something, though. As much as Ami wanted to help make her feel comfortable, there was only so much that she could do. However, flirting with her with some suave remarks and VERY forward body-on-body contact was amusing. Ami's eyes widened a bit as she felt Yuki's nipples press into her own breasts, leaving her surprised that she was getting erect so quickly. Ami had to stifle a giggle, not wanting to come off as rude. She merely smiled and continued like nothing had happened.

When the clock beeped and the timer started, Ami went for the lock-up attempt, easily overpowering Yuki within a few seconds following the initial struggle. With nothing to stop her, she transitioned from the headlock into the waistlock, her hands coiling around Yuki's soft waist. After overtaking the woman with back-to-back grapples, Ami could feel the softness of Yuki's body firsthand, her breasts pressing against the timid brunette's back while her lower half gently cupped the woman's small but plump hips, leaving them in a standing spooning position as they unintentionally rubbed against each other while trying to wrestle. Or at least, that's what Ami perceived as she fought against Yuki's squirms, not knowing the woman was simply trying to escape the ever-increasing warmth building up from their shared body heat. However, Yuki's struggles only created more friction, allowing more heat to spread, and getting the Prima Donna to blush a little harder. "...y-you're only making things hotter..." She said. "...unless...that's what you want-..."

Ami figured this was her plan, to overwhelm her with some soft yet sensual movements, so she tried to put a stop to it. "If you want heat, I'll give it to you..." She walked backward, towing Yuki along with her as she backpedaled across the plush surface of the wrestling mat. Once she got near one of the walls, the Japanese-American rookie would pivot on her feet and shove Yuki face-first against the cushioned padding of the wall.

"...feel that? It's surprisingly cushiony, right? Not as rough as you'd expect...any softer and you could use it as a mattress...feeling yourself sinking into it a little? I think this kind of venue might be my favorite..." She whispered. "...It's soft, intimate...private...we can ruin each other in here and no one will know...it makes this all the more erotic~...every sensation, every tug, every thrust~..." With her frontside to the wall, Ami moved in from behind, raising Yuki's hands above her head, keeping her opponent at a disadvantage while she pinned her to the padding with her breasts pushing into her back. Ami held her there for a moment, breathing softly down her neck before leaning in and catching a hint of the woman's scent. She took another sniff, softly rubbing her nose along Yuki's neck, blushing from how intimate everything was.

"...hmm-...you smell nice..." She muttered, whispering into Yuki's ear, taking another deep breath to catch her scent as it was. She smelled fresh and clean...this made Ami curious as to what it would be like once they were deeper into the match. She grinds against her ass, sliding up and down, laying her lips against Yuki's neck and kissing her tenderly, dotting her skin with soft marks of affection. "...your body's softer than I expected, heh-...it feels good, your hips up against me like this. I could stay in this spot for a while, y'know-..."

After that, she'd adjust her positioning once more, bringing her hands down and releasing Yuki's arms, allowing her to move again, but not before turning her around and latching onto her body. Ami bent over, placing her head beneath Yuki's arm on one side, wrapping her arms around her hips, her hands softly cupping the one of the woman's soft asscheeks, securing her in place before SLAMMING her into the mat's cushioned surface with a Northern Lights Suplex!!! The floor would provide a little more comfort than getting slammed in the ring, but the impact would still sting someone as small as Yuki. After slamming her, Ami would elect to break the bridge, not wanting to pin her just yet...working under the assumption that it'd be a wasted effort. She'd roll over and get to her knees, observing Yuki for a moment, gauging her reaction as she planned on how to proceed next.

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Yuki continued to squirm and wriggle cutely, attempting to escape but in result, only adding more friction, flaming the fiery heat between the two of them. Yuki would blush hard as she felt Ami's breasts softly flattening against her back and her ass fit like a missing puzzle piece between Ami's thighs. Yuki would hear Ami's verbal observation that she was only making things hotter, followed by the teasing remark that this could be planned by Yuki.

Ami was giving her far too much credit, not knowing much about her jobber opponent. Yuki continued to struggle and that seemed to push Ami to want to put a stop to that. Suddenly, Yuki was being pulled in tow, her feet sliding over the mat, stumbling a few steps before being forced to back peddle if she didn't want to fall along with Ami.

They made it near the wall before Yuki was shoved face first into the wall. Luckily, the wall was cushioned and padded with that bright red plush material. Yuki was still stunned by the move, despite the softness of her landing. She listened as Ami felt the need to explain the surprising softness of that wall, and why this venue for matches was her favorite. She did this in a whisper that crept into Yuki's ear and made her melt a bit further as she continued to describe the exact reasons this room was a favorite of hers. The softness, the intimate vibe, the privacy, and just what they could do to one another without others knowing.

Yuki's cheeks went red as she thought about it. Every word from Ami created a visual in Yuki's head. The word tug, flashing Ami tugging on her hair, or yanking on her swimsuit to give her a wedgie, the word thrust, flashing Ami humping her from all different directions, and of course the sensation she was feeling right now. It was cracking Yuki's already delicate frame, causing her soft, jelly like center to ooze out of her. Ami was breaking her down like cotton candy in a pool of water, creating a sweet pool of nothing.

This sensation, Ami's words felt as though they were paralyzing. She felt each word enter her brain, and shut off a nerve to make her move. Her desire to escape still hung there but was becoming less and less relevant by the second. Yuki barely struggled as Ami raised her arms. The only struggle she gave was her arms becoming stiff, only for a second before being held up and lifted high above her head. She was finned front first against that padded wall. Her breasts flattening against the soft material.

Yuki was at a complete disadvantage, feeling herself being squished between the wall and Ami's unrelenting pressure, feeling Ami's breasts pressing hard against her back. Ami breathed down Yuki's neck, causing her entire body to shiver and be covered in goosebumps. Yuki felt and heard a soft sniff. Ami was taking in her scent, familiarizing herself with her. Yuki was able to confirm this as she felt another sniff, this one more obvious and with meaning. Yuki whimpered as Ami dragged and rubbed her nose over the back of Yuki's neck.

The compliment on her smell was casual but hot enough to melt Yuki if she were made of steel. The soft whisper in her ear before taking another deep breath. Yuki bathed just this afternoon, using her favorite soap. Cherry blossoms with a hint of vanilla. As Ami continued to get familiar with Yuki's scent, she felt Ami's pelvis grind again against her ass, sliding up and down as she pressed her lips to the base of Yuki's neck, giving her soft and tender kisses, dotting her flesh with soft, slightly damp marks of affection. The sound that came from Ami's lips was intoxicating. The soft smacking of her lips each time they met and left Yuki's flesh sounded like the best ASMR audio ever made.

Yuki was beginning to sweat already. The heat between the two built with every mili-second and it only got hotter with Ami's continued flirting. The comment of how soft Yuki's body was, and how good her hips felt against her, and that she could stay here for a while if she really wanted to. Yuki closed her eyes tightly as she let out a slight moan, almost wanting to agree with her opponent.

Yuki's arms would suddenly be released. Yuki tried to move away but was quickly turned around. Ami latched onto her, yanking her forward and bending over, ramming her shoulder into Yuki's soft, plump belly as she placed her head under Yuki's arm. Yuki gasped as Ami wrapped her arms around her hips, her hands softly cupping each of Yuki's ass cheeks, making her moan a bit louder before being SLAMMED brutally against the padded floor for a Northern Lights Suplex.

If this had been in a real ring, the move would have hurt 10 times more, however the impact and the speed and intensity of the move still caused quite the shock within Yuki's body. She laid there and would have accepted a pin if Ami didn't immediately let her go, breaking the bridging pin.

Yuki laid there, breathing heavily and unevenly, chest rising and falling with cute gasps and squeaks coming from her lungs as she tried to regain her breath. Her eyes were shut tight as she felt that heat rising within her. Just a slight, single dot formed over her crotch, barely noticeable if you weren't looking for it. The main worry was the pure white material did little to hide that pleasure mark compared to other attired. Yuki turned to her side, one hand clutching her back, the other reached for her shoulder. Her legs curled up and pressed together. She wanted to try and hide the shameful mark, play it off as though she were just writhing from the pain of the suplex. She hoped she could pull it off, but only time would tell.

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Ami ADORED the way Yuki squirmed in her grasp. Whether or not this was her first time in this kind of environment, she had the cutest reactions. Ami felt like a walking contradiction. On one hand, she wanted to gently cuddle and caress her opponent with all the gentleness in the world...but on the other hand, she wanted to get incredibly depraved with her, wanting to see how much they could sully and ruin each other's pristine natures.

The Prima Donna could see that Yuki was reacting well to her words and actions, seeing her cheeks burn a brighter shade of red as she described only a few of the many possibilities they could experience together. She held the timid brunette in place, grinding against her while getting to know every aspect of her. From her looks to how she felt to her scent. Ami wanted to have a clear profile in her mind, and for that, she needed to know more. And so she searched...she experimented...she tried all sorts of things to elicit numerous reactions out of Yuki while she had her up against the wall like this...compromised, captivated by the whims of the Prima Donna.

When Ami caught Yuki's scent again, she was reminded of cherry blossoms with a bit of vanilla in the mix...a lovely cocktail of fragrances, complemented by how soft and smooth Yuki's skin felt against her own. Paired with the friction created between their leotards during Ami's little dry humping session, the pair would no doubt already begin to feel their motors humming as the Japanese-American's actions were that of a double-edged sword, leading them both to an eventual climax with every thrust and hump, all while making sure Yuki would be closer to the edge with a round of fervent kisses dotting the edges of her neck, and paired with an affection dosage of compliments that seemed to make Yuki shiver with delight.

Afterwards, Ami would proceed to SLAM Yuki into the mat with a Northern Lights Suplex, but she didn't retain the bridging position needed to pin her. She believed Yuki wasn't finished yet, not knowing that the woman would've allowed it all to happen regardless...but on top of that, Ami wasn't in a rush to score a point already. However, as Yuki lay on the mat, squeaking and gasping in a cute manner, her chest heaving up and down with every breath, Ami caught that she was already beginning to leak a little as she spotted the small formation of a damp spot along the bottom of the woman's leotard. It was slight, but it gave Ami confirmation that she was on the right track, even as Yuki turned away to hide it.

However, Ami would be right behind her, pinning her down to the floor and straddling her hips from behind. She'd lean down and whisper into Yuki's ears. "Excited already?" She asked teasingly, her arm wrapping around Yuki's neck for the softest of chokehold, wanting to see how Yuki would fight back or respond. She was certainly becoming curious about how easy it was to overwhelm her opponent. Was this her first time...? Or was something else going on here? Either way, she would capitalize on all this momentum by dry humping Yuki a little more, grinding up against those perky, soft cheeks of hers while choking her out, using the stimulation as fuel to let another chorus of whispered, breathy moans out against Yuki's ear. "Ahhhn-...Yuki~...you feel so good...so, so very good...if you're not gonna fight back, then I might just ride you all night long~..." She said, initially mocking Yuki a little to tease her, but then, getting an idea.

If she was right about this...

She'd wrap her arms around and underneath Yuki's body, lifting her upper half off the canvas for a moment before reaching out and groping her chest, locking her into a slight Camel Clutch position, pulling her body back to gain access to those soft orbs of hers. Ami would fondle and feel them in her palms, trying to gauge Yuki's reaction yet again. This was humiliating and sensual...it was stimulating, but embarrassing...if Yuki didn't fight back at all, Ami would pry inquisitively, wondering if there was something 'off' about Yuki's lack of resistance.

"Yuki~...are you a masochist?" She asked, raising one eyebrow, slowly down her groping ever so slightly to let Yuki respond. "You seem more eager to let me have your way with you rather than resist-...but you also seem like you're trying your hardest not to give in to what you REALLY want-...I think you WANT me to ruin you...But I think you're holding out on me and not saying it~..." She said, teasing her a little more. "Don't you want to feel as good as possible? Just say it~...tell me the truth...and maybe I'll give you EXACTLY what you want~..." She said, punctuating her statement with a little tug on Yuki's hair, suggesting that she could get REAL dominant if she wanted...but first, she wanted to see if her accusations held any weight.

Because if Ami was correct...then this would change everything about tonight.

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Yuki laid there, groaning and whimpering cutely with each and every breath. Her chest falling and rising, causing her large breasts to wobble and jiggle within their tight constraint of the swimsuit she was wearing. The slam had taken quite a lot out of her, even with the padded and softened landing. Yuki was not the most defensive to say the least.

As hard as Yuki had attempted to hide her pleasure, or her little secret spot, it was no use. Ami seemed to have a very keen eye as she spotted the small formation of a damp spot right along the bottom of her leotard, right over the mound of her womanhood.

Yuki turned away to try and hide it but Ami was on her quick. It was too late, as Ami noticed and Yuki was able to tell right away, letting her cheeks blush deeper. She brought her hands down to her crotch to attempt to cover it, rolling onto her front which seemed to be a mistake in it's own right.

Suddenly, Ami was mounted on Yuki from behind. Once again, Yuki's plump cheeks were slotted nicely between Ami's thighs, right against her pelvis. A soft whisper slithered into Yuki's ear. Ami was like a serpent, asking if she was "excited already"...

Before Yuki had the chance to answer, she felt Ami's arm wrap around her throat with a surprisingly soft choke hold. Yuki's eyes widened as she let out a few cute sputtering coughs. She wriggled her hips around, grinding into Ami's body with her behind which only seemed to motivate Ami to dry hump Yuki further, grinding up against those soft, perky cheeks.

Yuki bit her lip as she felt the plush and plump flesh of her cheeks moving along with Ami's pelvis. The choke did become slightly more tight. The perfect combination as Yuki wasn't being choked hard enough to be knocked out, but instead adding to the stimulation she was feeling from being Ami's humping post.

Yuki let out her own moan as Ami whispered soft breathy moans into her ear, telling her she felt so good and that she could ride her all night long. Yuki wasn't fully against that, however she still tried to hide it.

After a few moments, Ami adjusted her position, wrapping her arms around Yuki's body and lifting herupper half off the canvass in a slight stretching camel cluch position. This wasn't a regular camel clutch though. It had an added layer of humiliation and sexuality. Instead of gripping beneath Yuki's chin or around her neck, Ami's hands found Yuki's plump and ample breasts, groping her lewdly.

She would let out a high pitched groan as ami pulled her body back a bit further to gain better access to those soft, dough like breasts. Yuki squeaked and squealed as Ami fondled her, feeling them molding like dough in her palms and between her fingers. Once again, Yuki's nipples became noticeably erect. The small nubs hardening on contact. Her reaction would answer Ami's next question before she even asked it.

A single word hung in the air. It muted the rest of the room besides the soft grunts of effort from Yuki as she continued to wriggle and groan. The tension in the room was palpable as Yuki almost forgot how to speak. Before she could even think of responding, Ami continued to pry and pull for an answer, expressing her observations of what Yuki seemed to want, and she couldn't be more right.

Yuki once again was stuck in her mind, listening to Ami saying that if she wante to, she could "ruin" her. Yuki's heart skipped a beat at the thought. Her mind raced to much dirtier and filthier places. Depraved thoughts of a masochist flashed through her mind.

"I... I'm... N... Not..." Yuki began, but when she felt Ami tug on her brown hair, it brought out what should have been a yelp but instead was a throaty moan, proving Ami's theory even further. "Nnnoo..." Yuki sputtered out, still holding strong to her thoughts, embarrassed by the accusations, but it was obvious she was desperately lying through her teeth. Ami was likely much more than smart enough to see right through Yuki's denial. Was this a tactic to get Ami to pry further, have Yuki prove to her that her accusations were accurate? Or was Yuki truley this shameful of her masochism. Ami seemed to be on the verge of finding out.

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Ami continued to grind and hump against Yuki's hips, the skin on skin contact paired with the tightness of the fabrics between their bodies. It was like pure bliss...it was HEAVENLY...The sensations Ami felt between herself and Yuki were euphoric. She was enjoying herself to no end, but she could still feel that something was off.

This night wasn't as enjoyable as it could be. Ami's partner wasn't dancing to the tune of the match. While Ami was fulfilling her part of the dance. It felt like Yuki was getting cold feet. Despite all the pleasure that swirled around her, she was unmoving from her position.

No matter how much friction they shared or how Ami responded, nothing worked. It seems that maybe she wasn't inviting enough to let the timid brunette step out of her shell. For as much as she tried to savor this intimate connection of sex and struggle, without Yuki's cooperation or antagonism...be it as an opponent or a partner...it wasn't fulfilling to the Prima Donna. Along with such a blatantly false proclamation of her feelings...Ami found herself becoming...disappointed.

Yuki's denial was so obviously fake. As much as she struggled, there were clear signs of enjoyment...it wasn't like Ami's match with Freja, where the Norwegian blonde was telling Ami to stop despite enjoying it so much. Freja wanted to win just as much as Ami did, but Yuki seemed far more concerned with something else, something beyond the match.

She was denying herself and Ami the PROPER experience they both deserved and desired...and the Prima Donna would allow this to continue no longer. "Just tell me the truth, Yuki~...because all this stammering and whining between all these moans~...It makes me think you're lying. Your squirms don't feel like a struggle, they feel like you're shaking with desire, but you're bottling it up..."

She nuzzles her cheek against Yuki's, letting out a soft coo. "You say you're not a masochist, but I don't believe you~..." She said, whispering in a sing-song tone as she continues to grope and squeeze Yuki's chest. "I think you WANT this more than you're letting on. I think you want to scream out loud about how much you want me to dominate you. I think you'd love it if I threw you around, bent you in half, slammed you down, spanked you~...stepped on you~...sat on you~...I think-...no, I'm SURE you'd love it. If you don't, if you really aren't just holding back-...then fight back...fight me...dominate ME...crush me, fuck me...make me yours...if you can-..." She said.

"But if not...then why lie to yourself or to me? Why deny yourself from feeling so good~? The clock's ticking, Yuki~...what do you have to lose?" She asked, gently caressing her, trying to coax the truth out of her step by step.

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Yuki was not doing a great job at hiding her pleasure or really any of her secret. Her denying words were split by moans and whimpers, not ones of pain, but ones of deep pleasure, and the fear of being exposed again. The soft feeling of Ami's hips grinding, humping and thrusting against her hips was extremely intimate. The way their skin felt as their bodies pressed together, the way gravity worked to make Yuki's soft, plush ass cheeks bounce and ripple, compressing before rising up with each and every thrust from Ami's pelvis. The tightness of the fabric of their leotards did nearly nothing to hide the pleasure they both were likely feeling.

Ami continued to pick up on some things that were off about Yuki. Ami was excited, bubbly, down right pleasant to say the least, while Yuki was shy, meek, and mentally cowering from the mutual connection that should have been in full bloom by now.

Anything Ami had done so far seemed to crack something within Yuki's psyche, but she tried to hold strong. Like a stubborn child, Yuki denied the obvious truth. Yuki was used to being force fed. She wasn't used to giving, or even taking. She was there when the other wrestlers wanted to do things on their terms and their terms only. Yuki was plyable and would do whatever they wanted, but they had to make the first move, and likely guide her all the way through. That was at least how things usually went, and most heels in the league didn't seem to mind. Yuki was their toy to do as they pleased with.

Tonight seemed like it was going to be a very different story. What Yuki was doing, the way it made Ami feel, put things into a new perspective. Was Yuki being selfish? in her act of giving her all, as in sacrificing her body, her spirit, sometimes her mind for the pleasure of those who wanted to take had altered her view on these types of things.

Ami seemed to be getting slightly fed up with the lies, and the denial. She started talking again, telling Yuki to be truthful. Telling her that the stammering and the whining between all the moans made it seem like she was lying. Ami continued to verbally point out all of Yuki's tells. The demeanor of her squirming and shaking, Ami hit it right on the nose, telling her that she was bottling up.

Yuki would blush and let out another moan as Ami nuzzled against her cheek, soft, warm and gentle along with a soft coo. Ami came straight out and said it. "You say your not a masochist, but I don't believe you." Even in a sing song tone, the words struck the center of Yuki's core. Ami continued to grop and squeeze Yuki's chest, kneading her breasts as if htey were made of dough.

Yuki shuttered and shivered, letting out soft panting breaths as Ami continued to verbally expose the cute brown haired jobber. The words she said made Yuki's heart pound, so much so that Ami might have been able to feel it in the breasts she was squeezing.

Certain words made Yuki once again get mental flashes, now fantasies of Ami doing all of them to her.

"Bent in half" Yuki saw herself folded in a match book pin, ass in the air, legs spread and Ami going to town on her, not letting her go.

"Slammed" Yuki saw herself getting hit with a sidewalk slam by her opponent.

"Spanked" Yuki could feel and hear the reverb in her round bottom already.

"Stepped on" Yuki wanted those feet in her face.

"Sat on" Yuki's face devoured by Ami's fit rear or and crotch, smothering her out.

Yuki's eyes nearly rolled up and she let out a more uncontrolled, more intimate and instinctual moan as Ami said she was sure that she would love every second of it.

Ami should have been some kind of lawyer or something. She was convincing as all hell. She had a great argument for everything, and she had pried Yuki to admit to the one thing she swore she wouldn't admit again. "I... OK... Yes... Please... Please... I want you to destroy me... Every part of me... I want to remember this night for the rest of my life..." She admitted, closing her eyes tightly, tears dripping in the corners of her eyes, not from pain, but from the relief of getting it out there. From the slight fear mixed with excitement that it would be taken advantage of. Her masochism was no longer a secret. It was out in the open and a tool for Ami to use as she pleased.