Ayumi "Velvet Vice" Tanaka vs Ishigami - Soft Thrones, Hard Lessons

[Lico]

"Gaaahh...!" Yuto groaned in pain as Ayumi showed her how things could be when she got a little serious and cranked the hold.

It might have been only for several seconds, but by the time she eased up the hold again, the boy was gasping for air and panted. He whimpered and gave her a submissive gaze, the lesson was clearly engraved in his mind. There's a bit of hesitation, but Yuto then nodded timidly to her.

"Y-yes ma'am..."

A part of him wanted to ask if he should just stop resisting for the whole match, since that's kinda the point of it, but something told Yuto that he's not exactly in the best position to do that. Maybe it wasn't so bad to let Ayumi lead him wherever she wanted to, as he doubted the crowds would be displeased by that.

[Parker]

Ayumi giggled softly as she placed a few kisses along his shoulder, purring low and heated. She gave a gentler squeeze, a possessive one not meant to stretch him any further. The tension in Yuto’s legs was temporarily relieved as she brought her feet in, pressing the ball of her sneaker to the heel of her other.

She pushed, twisting her feet slightly from side to side until her heel slipped from the sneaker. With a flick of her leg, she kicked the shoe off, letting it topple to the side of the ring. She hummed pleasantly, stretching her leg out, wiggling her toes with the sleek black sock.

She hooked her leg back around him, placing the sole of her foot on his stomach. With another wiggle of her toes, she pushed further down, nudging her food into his pants, curling her foot over the top of his manhood. She turned her foot slightly, sliding her arch up and down along his length as she gave him a small squeeze.

[Lico]

With Ayumi holding him in a more affectionate manner again, Yuto just wriggled around a little from the kissing on his shoulder. He's still a little tense from the squeezing from before, and not knowing what she's going to do next made him felt a little uneasy. Her legs easing up on his midsection did bring a sense of relief to the boy, who didn't dare to try escaping again.

Then he felt her foot on his stomach, which trailed further down to his nether region, slipping into his dampened pants. Yuto twitched slightly as Ayumi's sole reached his dick, which was rather hard already, and as she began to slide her foot back and forth, he couldn't help but to moan.

"O-oohh..." his manhood throbbed against her sole, his hips rolled along trying to match her movement.

[Parker]

“Yes… just like that.” Ayumi whispered softly with a pleased hum. Her covered foot glided easily over him, each time at a different angle, the material of her sock so silky smooth. She eased up her hold on Yuto’s head up a bit, wiggling her arm to work his chin back under her arm. She rolled her shoulder to hike it a bit higher, slipping his mouth and nose beneath her arm. She flexed her bicep tight again, cinching in the hold to one again smother his breath.

With a gentle recline she gave him a small stretch as she squeezed his head, all the while rubbing his manhood with her covered instep. Pressure mounting on all fronts, teasing the boy with warm wet kisses with his mixture of ache and pleasure. He chest heaved against his frame from behind as she let out a giggle. "That’s right. Let it all go, my handsome pet.”

[Lico]

Ayumi's approval only encouraging Yuto to try humping her feet a bit more. He felt the hold on his neck loosening, but it turned out that she only wanted to shift the position a bit, making her armpit blocking his airways!

"Nnngg...!" there's a half hearted protest from the boy who squirmed a little, but not really a genuine resistance and more of a response to the new situation that he needed to adjust to.

His manhood throbbed against Ayumi's feet as it's reaching it's full length and hardness. The boy was truly turning putty in her hands now, with her warmth and scent intoxicating his mind, while her kisses and stroking building his arousal to further snuff out whatever resistance he had left. Somehow he the straining didn't feel all that bad now, and even breathing didn't seem like that much of an issue once he's gotten used to his new place. A part of him wanted to stay like this for a little longer...

"Mmmbbb..."

[Parker]

The stretches and squeezes came and went in short waves. Never abrupt, always easing into the sensation careful not to undermine the pleasure but contrast it in the most delightful of ways. Her control was absolute and she made it known by every wiggle and squirm against her being met with another smother sensation, literally beneath the crook of her arm or by her foot dominantly pushing back against each thrust of Yuto’s hips.

She continued to pepper his collar and net with wet kisses, exhaling hotly against the moist trail she left to drive him wild as she handled his body. Her free hand resting on his chest, thumb stroking his nipple possessively. Her leg worked like a piston, a steady rise before a firm stroke hitting a quick rhythm to push him to his limits with her heel and instep. There was no angle he could turn to escape her love. “So tense… not for much longer, pet.”

[Lico]

Yuto felt like time had been flowing slower for him ever since Ayumi got him trapped in this hold. The constant squeezing, stroking and kissing were doing their wonders not only on his body, but also his mind as the boy was reduced into a moaning and writhing mess. Her thumb on his nipple and her breathing on his neck made him wriggling around some more, his moaning into her armpit was almost non stop. His hips starting to buck off every now and then as he's getting closer and closer to another edge of ecstasy.

He felt like melting in her embrace while his brain was turning into mush from being overwhelmed by all the sensations that were going on at the same time, and he's loving every second of it. There wasn't a single thought of escaping in Yuto's mind at the moment and it's not because of the fear of being squeezed hard like earlier. It's as if he had accepted that this inescapable prison that Ayumi put him into had became his home.

And then it finally happened.

"Mmmpphh...! Mmmmhhhfff...!!"

Yuto began to spasm, his moaning becoming louder, and his pulsating shaft soon enough spew his juices. He bucked himself some more, trying to hump Ayumi's feet as much as he could to get the most of the climax. His eyes rolled and he continued to squirm in her clutch before gradually limping in her hold once his orgasm subsided.

"Nngghhffff..."

[Parker]

Ayumi felt Yuto’s body shudder against her, the strain in his frame giving way at last beneath her relentless grip. She tightened with wicked precision, her thighs and arms drawing him closer, her hold grinding and stretching him through every desperate convulsion. A low, sultry giggle escaped her lips, dark and delighted, as if she were savoring each twitch she coaxed out of him before finally releasing her prize.

When she was satisfied he had nothing left to give, she slipped her foot out from within his pants and gave him a final, dismissive squeeze. She uncoiled, then all at once and with a heave of her chest, she shoved him away, sending his limp body tumbling onto the mat with an unceremonious thud. Ayumi reclined back briefly, plucking off the dampened sock. She twirled it lightly between her fingers, then tossed it aside with playful disdain.

Her smirk deepened as she reached for her other shoe, taking her time unlacing it, peeling away the second sock and freeing her bare feet to the cool canvas. Rising smoothly, she rolled her shoulders and arched her back in a languid stretch, as though the entire affair had been nothing more than a warm-up.

Her eyes drifted down to Yuto’s crumpled form, the wry smile never leaving her face. “Come now… surely you’re not finished already?” she purred, her voice soft but cutting. She began to circle him, each step feather-light and silent against the mat, her bare feet gliding as if she were stalking prey.

“If you can rise to face me,” Ayumi teased, tilting her head with mocking generosity, “I’ll even let you do what you want to me… one move. Free of charge.” Her tone lingered somewhere between promise and provocation, a dare wrapped in velvet.

[Lico]

Yuto groaned as Ayumi gave him one final squeeze before pushing him away to the mats. He flopped onto his front, panting heavily, his mind still playing catch up to the series of event that just happened as his head was still clouded in lust. He noticed the sight of Ayumi's bare feet as she circled around him, and then his ears also caught up something, namely the countdown initiated by the referee.

One...! Two...!

Oh, r-right... the count... he thought while still wheezing and writhing on the canvas.

Three...!

The boy sluggishly rolled to his side and began to push himself onto his hands and knees. The count was still going. Four. Five. Getting up was quite a struggle after such a draining climax, but he'd be damned if he's counted out on the first try, even if he had gone through two orgasms. Even the crowds were cheering for him, although it's mostly because they weren't satisfied watching him getting toyed by Ayumi yet.

Six...!

Yuto finally got off to his feet, although hunched over with his hands on his knees, and the referee stopped the count as the boy was already up. Taking a deep breath, he slowly straighten himself and looked at Ayumi, a little drained, but still determined to continue. Obviously it didn't take an expert to see that Yuto had no chance against her, but he wouldn't be here in the first place if he actually cared about his match results.

"Tsk... the annoying part of this stipulation... is being rushed to get up after experiencing such bliss... kinda rude don't you think...?" he glanced to the referee who could only shrug. "Anyways..." Yuto's sight then turned to Ayumi again." Here we go again..."

[Parker]

Ayumi’s lips curled as she prowled around him, her bare feet whispering softly against the canvas with each measured step. Freed from her sneakers and socks, the arch of her foot pressed, toes flexing ever so slightly, giving her movements an effortless grace, as though this wasn’t a match at all, but a performance she was in complete control of.

She tilted her head as she studied Yuto, watching his arms tremble as he pushed himself up, the defiance in his body at odds with the exhaustion in his eyes. He’d risen, somehow, even after everything. That tenacity only made her amusement sharper.

A dark, girlish giggle bubbled from her throat as she let her fingers trail idly along her own hip, her eyes glinting with mischief. “Look at you, still getting up after all that.” She leaned forward slightly as she circled him, voice soft but cutting through the noise of the crowd. “So obedient… so responsive. You really are a perfect little pet, aren’t you?”

Her laugh was light, teasing, almost affectionate, as though his resistance was just another form of submission in her eyes. Ayumi slowed her pacing, bare toes pressing into the mat as she pivoted to stop directly in front of him, smirk widening as she met his weary gaze. “Good. Stay that way… and I’ll make sure this next part feels even better…”

Ayumi held her hands down at her side, gesturing them in an unfurling wave over her body. She had made him a promise if he meant to collect now was the time. She intended to grant him free reign over her… just one move. To supposedly even the odds. The crowd seemed to enjoy the thought by their cheers and whistles, most wishing they were in Yuto’s place.