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!