L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Dizzy didn’t need to impress Lorna. After all, she was the paying customer, here, and she would’ve been well within her rights to just sit back and let the witch do all the work, only occasionally getting involved as she needed to…but that wouldn’t have been nearly as fun, now would it? She’d always enjoyed being an active lover, especially with someone who was game to give as good as she got. Even though this wasn’t sex, similar rules applied, and Lorna was proving to be a perfect partner.

Dizzy smiled, as best she could, as Lorna threw a backhanded compliment her way, praising and putting her down in the same breath, all while she continued her work. For all her troubles, she was gifted with the full view of the witch’s perfect postier. A muscled mass of flesh, smooth and gleaming with the thinnest sheen of sweat, perfectly framed with a g-string that disappeared into the shadows of the valley.

She was tempted, sorely tempted, to reach up and make a play for that, too, but she kept her demons in check for the time being. Certain lines were better not crossed until she was allowed to. If she was allowed to.

She glanced off to the side as the bottom was flung away, then brought her attention back to Lorna and her sultry words. The witch moved to take the rope out of Dizzy’s mouth next, freeing up her mouth, and Dizzy thanked her with a quick peck against her inner thigh. While she didn’t mind the kinky fun of having her mouth gagged, she would’ve missed the use of her tongue for what she suspected was coming next.

Her head was pulled up, Lorna’s anacondas wrapped tight around her head, and Dizzy let out a shrieking wail into the woman’s ass the pressure was poured on, a moan mixed with ecstasy and agony. This was her full power, or something close to it. Devastating force pounded against her skull and it felt like her entire head was surrounded by pleasing, punishing curves. No light. No air. Nothing but the feel of Lorna all around her.

The shock of it took Dizzy off guard at first, before she regained enough sense to remember what she was supposed to be doing. Lorna had freed her tongue for a reason, after all, and she went to work with it, letting it run wild on every inch of flesh she could reach. Her hands ran over the woman’s titanic thighs, squeezing and massaging, her tiny finger kneading the hardened muscles with practiced ease, running along the contours as if she were mapping them out with her fingers.

Even as she did all this, though, her world began to fade, as the lack of oxygen took a steady toll. She endured, wanting to stay in this moment for as long as she could manage, but there was no fighting it at this point. She drifting off, and she waited until the last few moments to tap against Lorna’s legs, leaving her fate totally in her mistress’ hands.

The hold had the right effect: panic. In matches (what few she could trap an opponent this securely) and sessions alike, this figure-four brought on wild screams and frantic tapping; it was a finishing move for all but ease of use. Dizzy hit the same notes, her voice vibrating into Lorna's rear as the dominant witch hummed in satisfaction. The hands were moving and grasping at anything they could grasp. But again, Dizzy showed her willingness to endure a great deal of torture to enjoy the pleasures of Lorna's body. In a position where many would have panicked and surrendered mere moments into the experience, Dizzy endured and made use of her mouth's freedom. Lorna had to resist a moan. Good for her.

There was no chance that Dizzy would hear a thing in this position, so she held tightly and watched, enjoying the sights and sensations of the girl's hands wandering to find anything and everything they could touch that amounted to skin and muscle. She watched, too, for the tapping, and while she had seen a few session women enjoy this sort of attention so well that they had knocked their clients unconscious at the wrong moments, Lorna took pride in having more discipline. And if Dizzy was wise, she would be tapping soon.

Lorna didn't wait this time when the hand slapped at her thigh, knowing Dizzy would be gone if she didn't let go. She uncoiled her legs and immediately swung off of Dizzy to check her for consciousness, and conscious she was. Lorna stared down at her squashed-red face and patted it a few times as if congratulating her. "You're dedicated. You're more dedicated than any of my other thralls. For that, I have a treat for you."

She eased onto her back and propped her head on cupped hands. Her legs stretched to either side of Dizzy, presenting her long, thick figure in all its glory. Her gaze was expectant as she gestured at herself with her chin. "You, darling... you can kiss anything you see that isn't covered. And when I've decided you've had your fun, it's time for something a little more... arcane."

Crazy as it might have sounded, Dizzy wouldn’t have minded drifting off like this. Yes, she still tapped out, but that was more out of reflex, her mother’s training telling her body was to in situations like this, even when her brain wasn’t on the same page. Getting knocked unconscious by a hot pair of legs was definitely on her fetish checklist, though. Dangerous, but that danger only enhanced the scene as she danced on the razor’s edge. To fade away into that darkness, to have that feeling against her skin as she slipped…

But it wasn’t to be, for better or worse. One of the reasons Dizzy had picked Lorna was because her reviews praised her restraint, a must when the size difference was so stark. She was putting her life in the Englishwoman’s hands, and that trust proved well-founded. This person would only let her think she was coming to actual harm, but never truly do it—the real magic.

Dizzy came roaring back into the land of living with a deep breath, her mouth open wide as the air filled the vacuum of her lungs. Her vision was spotty, but she was happy to see Lorna’s beaming face when it cleared, her shadowed face staring down with blazing blue eyes that seemed to glow in the dark. She was unspeakably beautiful, even if you ignored the rest of her killer body. Eyes like that would always get her moving.

Dizzy rolled her neck around, getting out the cricks, as her mistress laid back and eased into the bed. She was still doing it as she spoke, but that rolling ended abruptly when the offer was made. She canted her head to the side, and for the first time since they’d started, she dropped the innocent, schoolgirlish tone and spoke with her full Italian spice. ”Anything?”

She was staring at Lorna’s lips as she said it, leaving little doubt to where her mind was going. While she was new to session wrestling, she had studied it long enough to know the ground rules, to know that level of intimacy was right out. But then again, Lorna had opened the door. She was reasonably certain lipstick didn’t count as ‘cover’ but she didn’t ask. There was a better way to sate her curiosity.

Dizzy started low. Feet. Kissing the toes, suckling on them, running her tongue through the middles. She worked her way to the calves from there, then the thighs. Always taking care not to be too quick, too wild, too hard. Less could more with things like this, and she demonstrated that as she made her way between Lorna’s legs. Never all the way, she remembered the rules, but she came close. The g-string Lorna wore left so much of her skin exposed, and Dizzy pecked her way up towards the sweetest spot…

…then passed over and kept going. The abs, pressing her face against them as she went to feel the hardened muscle beneath the skin. The breasts, taking a little extra time with each one to make sure they got the proper amount of worship. The neck, targeting those sensitive areas always drove her insane. The chin, and then…

She paused, not going any further, her lips still locked on the point of her jaw. She stared up at Lorna, anxious for the reaction.