Bear In The Bird's Cage

With no regard for what Sally asked,Yoshiro jumped on her with a small body slam. "Are you telling your captor what to do? Tsk,tsk.That wont be good on your part." Yoshiro sat up. "Roll over,on your stomach."

Sally let out a surprised grunt, biting her lower lip as Yoshio slammed her back. "Alright, alright, sorry..." without further ado, Sally rolled onto her stomach, baring her rear and her back! She refrains from mumbling about being careful with her.

Now being more careful,Yoshiro sat on Sally's upper back.She puts the girls arms over her knees and slides her own hands under her chin.With a bit of force,Yoshiro slowly pulls back to force her upper body to bend back

"Nnngh... ooh, ooh, ooh!" Sally grunts, back strained as Yoshio began to force her upper body upwards. She made a show of trying to escape, but found herself very well immobilized! With her legs, if she was really trying, Sally thought she may be able to brute strength her way out of the hold, but was too distracted and obedient to try escaping in that way. "G-gh... w-what is this?"

Yoshiro saw her struggles,and let Sally go. "That,my friend is whats called a camel clutch.Notice how immobile your body was.It's very effective." The bird got off of her back and sat cross legged on the bed. "You really dont know your submissions well,Ms. Brown...."

Sally clambered up, mimicking Yoshio's posture, crossing her legs. "Well, uh, no, I don't. I don't actually no much about wrasslin'! I joined because I thought it looked like fun, not because I was actually... good at anythin'." The brawny woman shrugs, letting her curly hair bounce. "Don't mind it much, but I guess knowin' my way around a few holds would be useful in a match, huh?"

"I see.Well,then.I seem to have somewhat more training on you,I guess." Yoshiro looked at the time and nodded. "Its about time for dinner.Anything in specific you'd like? Im not picky at all." She gave a small laugh and stood up,stretching out her arms and legs.

"Well, shoot, I can cook something for ya." Sally asks, offering a small, friendly grin. "I do own a diner, ya know. Knowing how to cook is kinda important for that! And since I'm the slave... well, how about flapjacks? Not really a common dinner food, but I make a mean plate of flapjacks!"

Sally stands up, turning and stretching to work out the pain from the camel clutch.

"Thats right,I almost forgot." Yoshiro said,remembering that Sally did own a diner. "Alright then,make some flapjacks.Breakfeast for dinner sounds fine!" She replies in a cheerful way.Seeing her stand from the bed,Yoshiro understood the small toll her submission took.

Sally trotted into Yoshio's kitchen, opening up cabinets and the fridge, checking the pantry and the larder. "No, no... looks like we're missing a few ingredients, miss. Now, we could go out to eat, or we could go on a shopping trip, or I could try and whip together the things already here... it depends on if ya want your slave runnin' around outside or not!" She turns, trying not to grin. "Y'all are the boss, after all."