Julie O'Reilly vs Katsumi Oshiro - Folding Velvet

[Jaystar]

Admittedly, Julie could have perhaps enjoyed this specific spectacle of dominance a bit more in private. But out here in public, in the middle of the LAW ring, it undeniably didn't feel too bad either. What surely helped was how Katsumi's dominance exhumed not only from her actions and behavior, but from her attire, stature and words too... It was easy for a lustful little gingerhead to know her place. And fully immerse herself into it...

That part was very evident in the way Julie reacted to the Japanese girl's response. Her eyes still locked with the black-haired girl's own, they were telling the Punk Princess that she fully understood every word. There was no denying that yes, Katsumi really seemed to already own her. And she had already accepted it.

Needless to say, when the punkette pressed her face onto the gingerhead's cheek, Julie's head was extremely easy to turn onto the side. In fact, it almost looked like the Irish girl made it appear needlessly dominant and forceful, as if she was getting harshly controlled by her dominant opponent...

But then the "ONE!" happened.

Yes, Katsumi's reaction surely surprised Julie. Cutting the ref girl short wasn't actually expected at all for Julie, whose mind was immersing into succumbing herself to the punkette. But it wasn't just Katsumi who was suddenly awoken from some kind of dreamy, blissful state by the count starting... Also the Velvet Hood got a reminder of how miserable her performance had been in this match so far... And how getting totally defeated like this must had looked like.

Katsumi was already declaring though that she would let everyone know when she was finished. In the meantime, Julie fancied making her work a little bit more for it. Thus, the gingerhead jolted suddenly into action, trying to wiggle her arms and legs free from beneath the punkette's body and her grip, squirming and making herself hopefully harder to keep in place...
...Whether any of that would work at all for her though was a totally another question. The common guess was, probably not.

[CyanDimitrik]

Katsumi had something particularly special in mind for Julie. She'd never really been in a position quite like this before, where someone seemed so hopelessly infatuated with the idea of being physically dominated by her. It was a rush. It was a thrill. It was, if she had to grudgingly admit it, extremely sexy. Knowing what the other girl wanted, and knowing it's precisely what Katsumi wanted as well created a kind of synchronicity between them that made everything feel right.

And aggressive.

And dominant.

This match wasn't going to be over prematurely. No, Katsumi wanted to bring Julie right to the cusp of full bliss just by bodily commanding her, pinning her down, sensually tormenting her - and let that three-count tip the girl over the edge. Katsumi's far from an exhibitionist, but at this point, the rest of the world simply didn't matter. The ginger's body was hers to work over tonight.

To her surprise, Julie's suddenly struggling! She squirms one arm free first, then the other, until she's wriggled to get a little distance from the Punk Princess! Katsumi leans back, resting on her knees, chest rising and falling heavily with each breath, cheeks slightly flushed.

"Not done yet, huh? Still need some obedience training?," she asks. The corner of her lips quirks upwards slightly, a glint of sadistic eagerness showing before she pushes herself back to her full height again.

[Jaystar]

Was Julie feeling like being a wrestler right now? Not particularly, admittedly. But perhaps her consolation was that this was LAW, after all. It wasn't as if helpless jobbers getting overwhelmingly squashed and fucked in the ring was a strange concept in here at all.

Not that Julie would have necessarily aimed to be one of them. But even the Velvet Hood herself had to admit, that she tended to fulfill the prerequisites for it rather well. She wasn't the biggest, nor the strongest, nor the most skilled, nor the most experienced wrestler out there... In fact, scoring rather on the low-end on all of those aspects. And besides, her attire did seemingly suite better something else than... Pro Wrestling. So, it wasn't as if Julie was totally clueless on what could turn out to be her place.

Still, Katsumi's decision, and order, to stop the count caught Julie off guard. And naturally, brought on the idea that her effort in this battle had perhaps been all too hapless so far. She still needed to give out more of herself for her foe to tame...

Such as the wriggling and squirming. Admittedly, it wasn't the strongest... But still, surprisingly effective! The gingerhead wasn't sure how much of it was perhaps due to the Japanese girl's lack of motivation to keep her under control for now... But she wasn't complaining either!

Not that she would have complained about some obedience training, either. The way the Irish girl began subconcsiously biting her lip after hearing those words while watching the Punk Princess get back up to her full height again probably deceived her thoughts to the punkette as well. Especially when detecting that hint of sadistic eagerness...

Oh, a brat she definitely could be!

"Oh... How did you plan on training me then?" the gingerhead began querying from the punkette with a playful, almost challenging tone, from the same spot and position that she had been occupying on the mat since having struggled her way free. It was as if she was challenging the towering punkette to come just a little closer to her downed form...

...Only to then try a simple legsweep on her with her own legs, hoping to catch the punkette off guard and down her to the mat again!

[CyanDimitrik]

Everything about this match struck Katsumi as unusual. Atypical. A far stride away from her regular brand of aggressiveness. But by now, she'd felt pretty certain that Julie O'Reilly had a thing for her. Or perhaps, had a thing for being dominated. Maybe even had a thing for pain itself. The fact that Julie's painfully attractive with a slim, toned body, in that attire, and hitting all the right notes in teasing playfulness, it's almost like she was genetically engineered to attract the Punkette.

Unfair. That's what it was. And Katsumi can absolutely push out of her mind the fact that she was about to grind Julie to climax right there on the mat before letting the pin be counted. Because that would've been total domination over her opponent.

Now, here she is. Daring her to make a move. Daring her to make her suffer and 'break' her spirit. To make her subservient. That lip caught between her teeth, those big eyes... What the Hell is even this.

Katsumi, cheeks flushed, starts to close in again. She leans in, starting for the ginger's arms - only to be taken completely by surprise with a sweep kick! "Awk!," she squawks as her frame pitches sideways, hitting the mat on her hip and landing sidelong!

[Jaystar]

Katsumi might had been quite comprehensively in control here, or at least, she might had been envisioning herself comprehensively in control here. And even if to a large extent, Julie agreed... She wasn't quite accepting her fate right now just yet. Not at least without trying out a few tricks up her sleeve! Or perhaps more suitably, her hood that she had left laying in the corner in the start of the match...

The Velvet Hood managed to indeed lure the Japanese girl closer, and close enough to sweep her legs from beneath her! The gingerhead's face turned into a mischievous smile as she witnessed the punkette falling to the side, ending up sidelong on the mat... Success! The Punk Princess would get to see now that she wasn't quite the ragdoll that perhaps she was thinking her to be!

...Well, if she could somehow take this attack further, that was. Julie hadn't planned it out. But she knew that she had to do something, and immediately. Thus, the gingerhead could only to the first thing that her instincts were pushing into her awareness.

After a brief look at Katsumi's downed form, Julie sprang into action. Trying to quickly position herself in front and above her opponent, the gingerhead tried to mount herself on top of the punkette, and hoped to get to apply a proper grapevine pin on the girl trapped beneath her! Ha! Now she could show who was really in control!

Or, that was the hastily pulled together plan, at least. She wasn't sure if it would work out quite like that - but if it did, the end result could have been a rather, well, "exciting" one. At least their bodies would then be once more entangled together again...

[CyanDimitrik]

The strike by itself isn't enough to keep Katsumi down. She's made of much tougher stuff than that. However, the surprise of the resistance coupled with a hot-and-bothered Katsumi leaves her turning over onto her back and propped on her elbows, looking up at the other girl with an expectant, challenging look. And what was expected? An elbow-drop. That would've been her bet. And she was prepared to twist away!

What she found was, instead, Julie's beautiful self lowering down atop her and entangling their legs together, forcing hers flat and spread enough to give the other girl the dominant position. Hips meet hips again, but this time with Julie in charge. Katsumi immediately sucks in a breath as the girl fully lies upon her, the full breadth of body contact re-established. Katsumi's hands set to Julie's waist, not to immediately push her off, but caught somewhere between wanting her there and wanting to buck free.

With her senses firing off wildly, Katsumi stares up at Julie's pretty face with intense interest. The referee-girl hovers close, waiting to see if Julie pins the arms or presses the shoulders down at last, ready to begin the long count. Meanwhile, Katsumi's hips squirm beneath her, nudging herself against the other girl.

[Jaystar]

Maybe it was a move that would have been timely only much later in the night. But for Julie, the sight of the lovely yet dangerous baddie, the Punk Princess herself, practically laid out in front of her, was just too inviting, too appealing... And even if deep inside she knew that Katsumi would never end up staying there, it was an opportunity for the blue velvet-clad girl to claim her position on top of her... For a moment, at least. This was what proper resistance looked like, right?

The curious part was that now Katsumi seemed to be the one "forgetting" to offer the same. The body contact got fully established, their legs fully entangled with each other, and Julie's eyes locked with the trapped girl's own. It was almost like the punkette practically wanted for Julie to take control for now, wanting to see what she could do to her... And there seemed to be no confusion of that between the battling ladies at all...

There was confusion from the part of the referee though. And no matter how intensely Julie's eyes had been locked onto Katsumi's, she couldn't avoid getting distracted by her confused gestures.

Right. This was a pin after all.

Or, it was supposed to be one at least. Julie just wasn't doing anything to turn it into one. Now, that was again perhaps something that she shouldn't have let the crowds to witness, even if she held no real desire of letting this situation go.

Finally, the Irish girl proceeded to try pressing the Japanese girl's shoulders firmly into the mat. But she could also feel the black-clad girl's hips nudging against her own... And she could easily guess, that it was just a matter of time before she would somehow break free.

"1!"

[CyanDimitrik]

That silly Irish girl and her silly Irish guesses. She couldn't be more further from the truth. The nudge of Katsumi's hips against hers was anything but a mounting resistance. Quite the opposite. Katsumi had yet to experience the other girl on top of her, taking the proverbial reins, feeling her own shoulders pressed down to the mat. It's exciting in a fresh way, knowing both of them had a distinct interest in the other - it nearly recontextualizes the position. The subtle nudge of her hips is deliberate, angled that the base of the hips meets Julie's for intentional, intimately-charged friction. And as she manages to brush at just the right angle with her, Katsumi's lashes flutter closed.

The first count hits her ear.

Even with her shoulders pinned, her hands rest on the smooth curvature of Julie's narrow waistline. The fingers press in, pulling her body down just a little tighter against herself.

"D-decided you-"

"TWO!"

"-like to be on top?," she murmurs up at her, gaze cracking open again.

For as much as she's enjoying things, as much of a guilty pleasure as it's becoming in this intensely charged match, Katsumi is keeping the stipulation in mind. Five-count pinfall. She just has to break it before five. She can do that, right? Safe to... indulge a little, isn't it? Maybe?

[Jaystar]

For a brief moment, between the one and two, Julie actually felt pretty strong. Like she was in control. Like, that Katsumi was struggling. Like, that she was in trouble beneath her. Like, that the nudging of her hips was a sign of failed attempt at resistance.

It didn't really take too long for the fact to sink in, that just like Julie had initially predicted, the Punk Princess wasn't ultimately simply in trouble here. It was more like, she was simply indulging. The first obvious clue was the way her eyes got closed after their hips got pressed even tighter together. Which then made it more evident, what the real motivation behind the little nudge had been... The third clue was how good in fact the brushing of the punkette's hips felt against her own, and the fourth, even more obvious one, the feeling of Katsumi's fingers pressing tightly into her waist, and how she was simply pulling the gingerhead more tightly against herself.

Julie never thought she could feel so controlled, being in control.

Obviously, it was a very stimulating, exciting feeling. It was very hot. And when Katsumi suddenly opened her eyes after her little question again, she could momentarily see the Irish girl's eyes and face having seemingly been sent to some kind of dreamland for the moment, having simply immersed into the punkette's face in front of her... Before her gaze suddenly sharpened by her opponent's eyes opening again, clearly having reminded herself of maintaining her supposed composure.

It was also very hard for Julie not to inadvertenly let out a simple, quick "No." as the genuine answer to Katsumi's question. But luckily, she didn't. Which allowed her a few seconds to come up with a more appropriate answer.

"THREE!!!"

"You seem to like someone being on top of you."

[CyanDimitrik]

The question is a daring one, a challenging one. Not because it's tricky, but because it implies a weakness, or perhaps more aptly, a submissiveness that Katsumi doesn't have. No, in all the times Katsumi's been pinned in the ring, it's been because she's given her everything to not be pinned. What solace she ever took in the position beneath another woman was in looking good while being pinned down. It had to count for something. She could stew over a loss later.

But this, here, now, in this context - it's different, and yet the same. And because of that, it triggers a little spark behind those emerald eyes. A sly, conniving smile curves her lips, and her back arches to offer her body more to the other girl focused at the waist. The sleek muscletone of her midsection pushes into the trim belly of her opponent, accompanied with a slow, hard inhale. Her legs shift beneath her, her thighs brushing along Julie's inner-thighs, spreading her legs in the process. It brings their hips into tighter, unsubtle contact, easily feeling the other girl through what is laughably considered her athletic wrestling gear.

"FOUR!"

"No..."

Her left leg flexes, her left arm pushing while the right pulls. And in a smooth motion, the two should tumble over in a half-roll, ending with Julie lying flat beneath her while Katsumi lies directly atop. Her arms remain around her waist, not yet going to pin her shoulders down. This is more about the tussle, the tangle, the contact.

"...I like wrestling."

So much packed into three words. Katsumi loves the struggle, the strain, the contest, the physicality of it, the act of pinning the other girl down, even being pinned in its own way, when recontextualized like this. It's a fight for dominance, and one body must dominate the other. And for Katsumi, tonight, when the lines are being blurred so heavily, it's a deeply sensual exchange.