An Unexpected Stipulation

Kyo was, admittedly, struck by how disappointed Giulia sounded. At that moment, he actually felt rather guilty for turning down Giulia's invitation like that. Granted, a part of Kyo had been secretly hoping that Giulia would press the issue, but now...now neither of them would ever know where that road would lead to. At that moment, Kyo felt more than a little ashamed for not going for a chance when it had been presented. Not for the first time, he felt frustration at his own damned principles.

What happened next made Kyo a little more apprehensive, though, as Giulia retreated to the bed and seemed apprehensive about the next step. He had heard somewhere that Giulia regularly took prisoners in her matches, but right now she wasn't acting the part. Nervously, he moved up to her bed and knelt in front of her, not quite sure what was going to happen next. "Like this?"

Taking full advantage of her words putting Kyo through a wide range of emotions, it was easy for Giulia to see that the guy was mentally in panic. And while it was an enjoyable play for the Italian simply by itself, it also allowed her to learn better how the guy behaved under pressure, and how he behaved according to his principles. It was a great opportunity to get to know him better, while seeing how well her preconceptions would be representing the truth.

Being the gentleman that he was, Kyo knelt down right in front of Giulia, exactly where she had wished him to come. In fact, the Italian began wondering whether he had ever been in this same situation before... She could not really guess what kind of kinks he had, if he even had any, but it still struck her somewhat more probable that he was more of the submissive than dominant type.

Then again, she could not really know how he would act with more familiar women...

"Yes, that's good." the Italian replied with a stern tone, while pushing herself a little bit forward so that she could wrap her legs around his sides. Crouching over towards his face, her lips almost touched his skin when she posed her next question.

"So, cuffs, chains or rope?" Giulia's tone was similar to a barista asking whether a customer wanted a small, medium or large beverage. Another mind game. Sounding as if this was business as usual for her, she couldn't wait to hear how Kyo would be delivering his reply.

For a brief moment, Kyo was lulled into a sense of...well, not security, definitely not that, but understanding. He held the brief, and admittedly absurd notion that maybe he and Giulia were in the same boat, that both of them were being forced into a sexual situation that they didn't want. That was...admittedly, Kyo would not have minded a sexual situation, especially with a girl as attractive as Giulia, but being forced into one was an affront, both to his dignity and to his very notion of what pro wrestling should be about. For a brief moment, he entertained the notion that maybe, just maybe, Giulia had the same feelings on the matter, despite her...well, history...of taking male wrestlers prisoners.

That notion went out the window the moment Giulia clamped her legs around him. At that moment, Kyo was reminded, painfully, of just how effectively those strong legs had been used against him in their previous matches. At the same time, however, feeling her bare thighs pressing against his arms also sent a tingle down his spine.

And then, suddenly, she was leaning over him, her eyes boring into his, her lips tantalizingly close to his. He felt her breath on his skin, and in that moment, he was paralyzed, his mind going into a feedback loop as she got so close. A part of his mind was still going into panic mode, but he was numb, slow to answer as she matter-of-factly asked how he would like to be bound. There was something effortlessly seductive about that matter-of-factness, and about the way she was physically teasing him like this, and despite himself, Kyo found himself becoming quite stiff further down.

"W-what?" he managed to gasp, finally coming around to the idea that this had been an act, and she was about to tie him up. "W-wait a minute, you can't..." His indignation flared up and died again in the same second, as he was unable to avert his eyes from Giulia's gaze. "F..fine. Rope." He tried his best to sound defiant. He knew at this point there was no getting out of this, though a small part of him also knew that, if things got out of control, he could at least potentially escape from ropes...

"Oh yes, I can."

It was really hard for Giulia not to flash an evil grin accompanying that thought, as Kyo had a moment of hesitation, or rather bewilderment over the correct path to proceed. And it also began appearing to the Italian that the answer to her question would be neither dominant nor submissive - it turned out to be more probable that Kyo was just inexperienced. No matter how unlikely it sounded like, or rather looked like, considering his toned and well-sculpted body.

Luckily she was going to have the all night to change that.

And luckily, La Forza Italiana wasn't going to have to keep up her act for long anymore. Kyo was all but cuffed up, chained up, and roped up - yes, Giulia's plan included all those three - and as soon as he'd have no chance to provide resistance, the Italian would finally be free to tell the truth - and rub it in the good boy Samurai's face.

"So, rope it is then!" Giulia continued with the same matter-of-fact tone as she got up from the bed, her crotch briefly directly in front of Kyo's face, and stepped aside by her beside table to grab a piece of rope from its compartment. Kneeling behind the guy's back, the Italian slowly pulled his wrists behind his back, and began tying them up together with the rope, the end result being a rather loose hold around them.

Just to let Kyo think for a brief moment, that he still had the chance to escape.

"OK, so now the chain..." Voicing out that if the guy had thought she was only going to use rope, he had been sorely mistaken. Confident that it still didn't elicit enough defiance from the guy to try to break free from the ropes - if not sheer panic - the Italian then pulled a chain from beneath her bed - a chain that was followed by a heavy ball. Locking the chain up around Kyo's ankle, its purpose was to make sure that even if he tried to escape, it wouldn't be a fast one.

"And finally, the cuffs." The matter-of-fact tone was still as alive as ever, as Giulia pulled a pair of handcuffs out of the bedside table, kneeling behind the guy and locking the cuffs up around his wrists - the final assurance that he was totally imprisoned now.

Ignoring any potential protests, the Italian then proceeded to take a black bandana out of the compartment, beginning to tie it up around Kyo's head to cover his eyes completely. Kneeling once again behind the Samurai to complete the task, this time the girl's voice was a rather seductive one. "You know Kyo, I have to admit that I wasn't completely sure if I'd see you tonight when I sent that letter."

If Giulia had thought that Kyo was inexperienced...well, then she would be half right. There had, of course, been the odd time here and there in high school, but poor Kyo had always had a number of factors working against him. His strict family upbringing, for one thing, what with all the strict codes of behaviour that came from Japanese traditionalism. Then there was also the fact that he had always been nervous around girls. Sure, he was used to having fangirls, and sure, he had a really well-sculpted body as a result of being a wrestler, and sure, like most guys his age, he had a decently-sized doujinshi collection and various incognito browsing habits...not that he ever wanted to let anyone know about either of those.

But actually interacting with girls who were flirting with him had always sent the butterflies in his stomach a-fluttering. He wasn't like either of his siblings, for whom sexuality was a thing that seemed to come naturally. The last time he'd made it to the bedroom with a girl he had liked was back in junior high and, well...his unpreparedness had ended up with him being laughed at and mocked. It was the reason why he trained so hard to be mentally disciplined, why he tried not to let the attractiveness or flirtation of female opponents get under his skin. It was a thing he kept flashing back to every time that mental barrier failed him. And it was an event that he was flashing back to now, here, as Giulia bound his hands to make him her sexual plaything.

At least, it started with ropes. As Giulia got the ropes, her panties briefly dominating his field of vision in what he was certain was a deliberate move on her part, he closed his eyes. He felt Giulia tying the rope around his wrists, and felt the burn of them against his skin. He closed his eyes, and began to mentally recite koans to himself to calm himself down...when he heard a click, and felt cold metal around his ankles.

"W-what?" he stammered, suddenly discovering that he had been chained to Giulia's bed. "W-wait, I never agreed to this!" His heardbeat increased into a panicked tempo as the grinning Giulia added a pair of handcuffs to his already bound wrists. "Giulia, stop! You can't do this!"

And then Giulia took out the black bandana, and tied it around his head...and, whispering in a voice that sent a shiver down his neck, mentioned that she had been the one who had forged that letter.

Kyo's eyes widened behind the bandana. His previous nerves disappeared as he thrashed and twisted futilely in his binds, his trepidation replaced with fury. "You TRICKED ME!" he shouted, thrashing in a vain attempt to tear his way free, unaware of how comical a sight it must have been for Giulia. "You...you played with my feelings just to get me bound like this! How dare you!"

He tried again to calm himself. At least he still had his clothes on...though that certainly wouldn't last long....

"Oh yes, I can..."

This time, she did say it out loud. Now that Kyo was about to be imprisoned very surely, Giulia no longer had anything to lose. He could throw out any amount of anger, any resistance he'd be capable of, and Giulia knew she could handle it. It was fun-time.

Besides, when one was a POW, it didn't really matter whether one had agreed to something or not. Apparently Kyo forgot that for a moment. Funny!

It was also the time she could finally break the news. Without any capability left to provide resistance, Kyo was very much now in the place Giulia wanted him to be for the little news flash. The intriguing question now though was, how was he going to react? And how long would it take for Giulia's words to really sink into him?

The Italian didn't have to wait for answers to those questions for long. The guy realized instantly what her words exactly meant. And his emotional reaction was as instantaneous as well.

Obviously, she finally got him to fail keeping his cool. Success!

Giulia just stood for a moment and watched as the Samurai twitched, flailed, thrashed, jolted in front of her, his muscled, strong, abled body giving its all to break free from its bindings, to signal its fury and to demonstrate its resistance - all of which were solely Giulia's to crush. She knew she could, at any time she desired. And for her, it was far from comical. It was turning her on.

As Kyo was still kneeling by her bed, the Italian finally knelt herself behind him, placed her hands on his shoulders and began gently talking to his ear. "Woah, slow down with that climate change there, handsome. You're seriously losing your cool... And that can only bring your doom..."

Indifferent to the guy's reaction to her words, the Italian began wrapping him up for some more...painful time. Slowly positioning her hands around his upper body as if in a reverse bear hug, she then proceeded to finally wrap her thighs around his sides as well. Prisoner in a package!

"You know, I haven't tricked anyone... I merely fixed a mistake." the Italian began stating, this time with a hint of offendedness in her tone. "And nobody has played with anyone's feelings... It's not my issue if you can't handle yours."

Obviously, that was a lie. But it was part of Giulia's script. And that script was what applied tonight.

Gradually tightening her squeeze around Kyo's body, it was time to make the guy mentally submit once more. "So, you need more of this then? How much will it take for you to admit, that your power is nothing compared to mine?"

Kyo was incredulous. To think that he had let Giulia decieve him like that! To imagine that she had used a...a...simple trick like that to get him into her room, to deceive him into consenting to a...to a...to a hentai stipulation. The very thought made him quiver with righteous anger. Well...righteous anger, and if he was honest, panic: Giulia's actions were triggering a panic in him that he had long thought he had conquered, that he had thought he had buried a long time ago.

I never conquered, he realized. I just haven't confronted it in years.

A second later, though, he felt Giulia's legs clamp around him from behind, and was conscious of her dark hair brushing against his bare neck, and of her breath on her ear as she whispered into it. He froze at that point, an erotic shiver running down his spine that completely stopped his struggles in their tracks. He remained frozen even as Giulia clamped tightly around him in a hug from behind, causing him to feel her generous chest pressing up against his back, the tight grip of his captor causing his shirt to tighten around his upper body.

He winced, and a part of him wanted to panic. He was vividly remembering how Giulia had used a similar chain to choke him out in their last match, after all. But another part of him dismissed the notion of resistance altogether. It wasn't just that a part of him knew it was futile at this point: it was that a part of him didn't want to. This new sensation both excited and scared him in equal measure.

Digging into his reserves of will power, he glanced back at Giulia and gave her a defiant half-smile-- though he had no way of knowing if she could tell it was forced. "If you think you have me under your control, then do your worst," he said. "I won't give you the satisfaction of giving in easily to you."

Giulia's expectations included copious amounts of futile struggling, endless statements of denial and noble defiance - all of which were hers to slowly crush out of her toy of the night. However, to the Italian's slight surprise, Kyo seemed to be accepting his fate and position more readily than she had thought, quickly becoming frozen in her grip rather than providing resistance with all his strength.

Maybe he had indeed learnt something from their matches already. Don't try to outpower, or outsmart Giulia La Rocca.

His choices of words ended up still being rather puzzling. It was as if he was partly accepting his fate, but partly still presenting defiance, or expecting to turn the tables at some point soon. And while Giulia couldn't see any valid reason for the latter option, it was still worth taking into accoung that the Samurai could pull some surprise trick from his sleeve.

And then there also was the third possibility. That he was secretly a full masochist.

In which case he'd be in for a treat.

"Giving in? Oh Kyo, that ship has sailed long ago..." the Italian kept on wheedling sensually to Kyo's ear, despite of him glancing backwards almost as if he'd be able to see her from behind the bandana - which Giulia knew was highly unlikely. "It's only about whether you're acknowledging your position or not..." pausing for a moment, before finally continuing. "But if you really want me to do my worst... Well, I guess in that case you'll be on cloud nine very soon..."

Relieving her hold for the moment, Giulia reached over to her bedside table, picking up a big pair of scissors from its compartment. Then returning to her familiar position pressed against Kyo's back, the Italian placed the pair of scissors on the guy's throat, whispering into his ear. "If I was you, I wouldn't move an inch!" Then, sliding the blade of the scissors down between his pectorals, the domme of the night began cutting her prisoner's t-shirt in half, determined to soon have the front of his upper body exposed.

It was, admittedly, getting a little bewildering, not being able to see what Giulia was doing-- the bandana around his head was disorienting Kyo far more than he liked to admit. This, and the way she was whispering so sensually into his ear was doing a lot to put him on edge. Although he was trying to make a brave show of it, deep down inside, Giulia was getting to him, little by little. He had absolutely no idea what she was planning, or how painful or humiliating it was going to be.

It didn't matter, he told himself. No matter what she did, he wasn't going to beg for mercy. He was going to see this through with his dignity intact. This, at least, was what he kept telling himself...and at least for now, he believed it.

That was, until he felt colt steel pressing against his throat.

He froze, his breath freezing in his lungs, as he felt the unmistakeable shape of a blade against his bare skin, its sharpness biting ever so slightly against him. Then, the pressure was gone, and suddenly, with a tearing sound, he felt the scissors running down his shirt. The cloth parted instantly, and the shorn halves of his shirt fell aside, leaving his bare, fit upper body exposed, along with the blue wave-droplet tattoos above his right breast. He held his breath, not liking where this was going, but unwilling to show weakness before his captor...

To Giulia's pleasure, Kyo seemed to co-operate well enough with her orders. Granted, it was indeed in his best interests. Still, it was a pleasant surprise how swiftly the scissors cut his shirt in half, dropping what was left of it down to the floor.

"Now that's better."

The Italian's satisfied remark meant that Kyo got a moment of breather, while the femme fatale got on her two feet, and proceeded over to her bedside table for some...preparations. Trusting that no view whatsoever of what was happening was available to the Samurai, it was a good opportunity to switch her sparing clothing to something a little less deceptive.

Spoiler:

Sure, it wasn't exactly a domina outfit, but a pair of leather bikini was most likely still going to appear more assertive and dangerous than white lingerie. The fact that they barely covered any of Giulia's curves at all was a bonus - and the Italian trusted that Kyo would feel the same.

Before any pleasurable sights however, it was time to increase the guy's fear factor even higher. After slipping in to her new outfit, Giulia pulled out a long leather whip, swishing it a few times audibly through the air.

So far it didn't even get close to Kyo's skin, but the sound was surely going to be enough to tell his imagination what his bare chest would soon be purposed for.