Daisuke Takeuchi vs Chloe Mason- Bets on

The wrestling prince found himself in a position of humiliation, once again subjected to another breast smother loss, the regal man found himself down on his back laid out in a sweaty heap as he panted heavily, catching his breath in a semi-conscious state. The victor of the match was not done yet, there were stakes to the match and Chloe was going to make sure he was going to abide by his word.

She walked over towards him, her foot would hover inches away from his face and she began to use her sole to slap him across the face to get his attention. "Nrgh, Ow, Ow....O-okay, I get it. I'll do it" he would say. With that confession, Daisuke would raise his hands to gently grab her foot and bring it down to his lips whereby he would started to kiss them.

"Mmmm" he would moan as he planted small kisses to the sole of her foot which then transitioned into him kissing the roof of her foot and then onto her ankle.

A man that believes himself to be a part of royalty brought down by the blonde that he took very lightly. There was the irony that Chloe noticed and a smug smile crept up somewhat as she took her sole and smacked his face. It seemed as if those breasts were something of an object of desire, he couldn’t help but be in situations where he is almost brought to unconsciousness when trapped between them. Although Chloe had her preferred weapons, she didn’t lack in other areas. That chest, those hips, those legs and especially those feet of hers. It was as if she was designed to appeal to as many fetishes as she could all at once. And she wasn’t above using other parts of her body to get the job done. In her mind, Daisuke should be honoured that she chose a breast smother to take him out.

That’s not to say that the so-called wrestling prince would be let off after this, there was still much fun to be had. And Chloe has a lot of options laid for her as she claims her prize. Daisuke had made the grave mistake on agreeing to those stakes, and now he was going to face the consequences wherever he likes it or not.

The time of rest would be over; Chloe was going to put him to work. And that was something to be expected, Daisuke had seen what she had subjected the man in the gym. Now it was his turn. Eventually, Daisuke’s lips planted kisses onto the sole, a light purr coming from the former commissioner, flexing her toes with every kiss.

Oh, how the mighty hath fallen.

This was truly a humiliating experience for the prince. Not only was he utterly outclassed in the ring but now he was being subjected to further humiliation by being forced to kiss Chloe's foot. This was made worse by the fact that this was being done in front of the public, for the world to see.

However, he had agreed to such stipulations and both of them had an equal chance of claiming this prize. In the end, it was Chloe who was going to gain it. To the victor goes the spoils. A reluctant Daisuke did go down on his knees and kiss her feet begrudgingly and Chloe seemed to enjoy every moment of the prince being humbled.

"Tch there, I did it...we're done now" he said under his breath and refusing to look up at her.

Chloe watched on with curiosity. The so-called Wrestling Prince wasn’t new to being on his back and especially in a humiliating position. It was a sight that was so common to the audience watching. But she would guess that nobody has seen Daisuke be in this position before, underneath a woman and worshipping the very tool that was used to bring his downfall. Maybe this had been done before but not with the Tension audience and the public witnessing it. It was indeed such a sight, the prince brought low to the goddess that stood above him. And the blonde wondered how he would perform this subjugated task.

She had seen many new to the prospect of having to lap around her foot. And she was expecting the kind of haphazard, carlessness that came with it. Yamato wasn’t by any means the best, but even he tried much more with the task before him. He was diligent, also if he lacked the skill and grace of his lips and tongue. Daisuke did not show this at all. While his lips did grace the skin, it wasn’t to her standards. And hers was very high. The ex-commissioner wanted more from this prince, and she wasn’t going to let him get a pass until he showed it.

“No, we’re not.” Chloe flatly stated as her foot cupped underneath his chin. Even if he didn’t want to look at her, he would be forced to look upon his superior. Her sole would plant onto his face, pushing his face upright and shaking his head side to side. “Properly. Now. A prince shouldn't be so low effort in his duty, after all.”

Sure, Daisuke had lost wrestling matches in front of the Tension crowd before which was a humiliating experience in itself considering he believed himself to be the crown prince of Tension but this was on a whole different level. Here he was, defeated and down on his knees while kissing the feet of another woman. Perhaps this was well deserved, Daisuke had ran his mouth off to the wrong woman and now this was him getting his just deserts.

However, a simply kiss to the divine feet of Chloe was not enough. It seemed his kiss was not up to the standards that Chloe wanted which irate her to the point where her barefoot would gently cup his chin to force his head up to make her face him. It was clear from his facial expression that he was none too happy about this and was fully embarrassed.

The humiliation continued when her sole would plant onto his face, pushing his face upright and shaking his head side to side. "Mff?! Urgmf" he moaned before his hands moved up to gently grab her foot. "O-okay..." he pleaded moving her foot an inch away from his face. Closing his eyes he would kiss her sole, planting soft pecks all over while licking her feet too.

"E-enough....please, no more" he begged.

Chloe was much amused when Daisuke get the point and work on her sole more than what he did before. Daisuke may have suffered losses before, but she’d surmise that this was unlike any loss he had ever been subjected to. This was different. And she hoped that Daisuke was feeling regret over challenging her to a humiliation match. It was the kind of trap that she’d get many wrestlers in. For someone with his match experience, it probably wasn’t different from a standard submission or an I Quit Match. He probably has done countless of those in his time.

But in practice, things were far more complicated. Leagues. He was a lion trying to take on a shark in the ocean – both of them were lethal, but one of them was in her element while the other was fumbling in foreign territory. This could only go the way it was going.

Daisuke would soon learn of his place, and Chloe relished in it. “If you had a lot of spirit trying to fight, then you might as well use it doing this.” Chloe would press the foot down on his lips, pressing her smooth arch down to pin him down to the mat. “You already bore me. Couldn’t even excite me doing this. Of what use are you for? Certainly not for wrestling.” Throwing some barbs that would attack his morale and dignity. After a moment, Chloe would step off him before strutting around the so-called wrestling prince, walking up towards his splayed legs.

Standing in front of him, Chloe would spread those legs wide with one of her foot to create some space, exposing his crotch. “But I suppose you must be of use for something. Guess we will have to find that out.” The blonde would raise her foot to gently place her wet sole on the tip of his cock. She began to rub up on the member, looking to get it hard and worked up. “Don’t bother resisting. Or do. Perhaps you like being knocked down again. You do so for every other woman here.”

It almost felt like a bad dream, a nightmare. Not only did he lose by a great margin of difference but now Daisuke was forced to hold up his part of the bargain lest he would be considered less of a man in front of all the live Tension crowd. However, what he was forced to do in front of them wasn't very dignified for a prince either because he was licking, sucking and kissing Chloe's feet.

It didn't seem as if the ex-Commissioner was very content with Daisuke's efforts and soon pushed him down on his back, using her foot to stretch out his legs and force them apart to expose his crotch. Daisuke's eyes widened in the sudden realization of what happened to the poor soul back in the gym and it was Daisuke's own decision to interfere that day which caused him to be put in a similar position now, in front of everyone.

Chloe would begin to place her sole on the tip of his manhood and begin to rub against it, getting him all hot and bothered while sweating. The tease managed to get him aroused, his closed his eyes shut and tried to control himself which was an impossible task at this moment.

Chloe would be left unimpressed by the effort being made by the so-called wrestling prince, especially with his lips meeting her sole. She got more action from Yamato, someone much more pathetic than Daisuke. Surprising to see someone as pathetic him. However, there has to be some use to this man. Otherwise, this whole thing would be a massive waste of time.

Regardless, Chloe would move her foot, placing her sole right on the tip of his throbbing member, feeling the shudder that came naturally, the anticipated moan was music to her ears. Daisuke was trying his best to control himself as if he was waiting for the worst to happen. However, the so-called wresting prince would find her foot not moving at all. It hasn't begun to stroke him off.

"Oh? You were thinking I was going to do all the work?" Chloe raised an eyebrow as she looked down at him. Her toes curled and flexed, the only movement coming from that foot. "Oh, my sweet, foolish prince. I put a lot of effort beating you, and I'm not spending any more energy on you. So if you want it, work for it. And don't you go thinking I'll tolerate more incompetence from you. Because you will pay for it." And Chloe was true to her words. If all of this was anything to go by. She wondered how much he will remain stubborn, at his expense. Still, the ball was in his court. If he wanted release, then he has to take himself to the peak of climax.

Chloe was indeed a cruel mistress, her innocent (or rather not so innocent) request of Daisuke worshipping and kissing her feet turned into something much more sinister when her feet moved down towards Daisuke's privates and began to stroke him using her feet and expertly using her toes to really work him over. All Daisuke could do was to wait for the inevitable yet oddly enough it never 'came' and at the peak of his climax, Chloe would deny him of that pleasure coupled with humiliation and would instead throw the ball in his court.

Certainly a ever cruel finish, she didn't give Daisuke the freedom he craved for and now had put him in a position where if he wanted it he would have to do it to himself. Certainly, the proud prince would have never wanted for Chloe to finish him off in the first place but now the situation was different. He was, after all, a hot blooded male and at the climax it was very hard to resist the urge of keeping it in rather than blowing it out.

Almost on auto pilot, Daisuke would grab Chloe's foot and gently rub it against his member, stroking himself off until eventually he unloaded and came in his own wrestling briefs. Panting heavily with a dazed reaction, Daisuke fell flat on his back with his arms and legs spread wide with the visible mess he made in his own wrestling briefs.

She wondered if this man would keep resisting her or if all of this would teach him that the blonde is in control. Chloe had been left unsatisfied with his work, and his utter refusal to do anything to a satisfactory level wasn’t doing any favours for him. However, Chloe couldn’t be bothered to inflict more pain to him. In her mind, the So-called Wrestling Prince wasn’t worth it. Not the added effort that she put to utterly crush him and humiliate him to submission. Just not the most absolute.

Still, she wasn’t going to do anything for him. If he wanted to release, then he must seek it and take himself to the peak of climax. All this, without giving an order. More a choice. If he’d rather relief himself somewhere else or do it for her and now to the very thing that brought his downfall. Then again, the ex-commissioner wouldn’t have let him go without going for the latter anyways.

Fortunately, Daisuke got the message, fully letting go of any inhibitors that held him back from his true desires. His hips moved on their own accord while his member stroked along the sole. Chloe would flex her foot, curling her toes to feel every wrinkle and flexing them out to smoothen them, alternating so that he’s not used to one for too long. The So-Called Wrestling Prince’s mind was gone. Only a foot bitch remains. His submission was...sup-par, but acceptable. Still, the former commissioner desired for more. Daisuke made no effort to hide that it was coming, Chloe had the foresight to angle his poor member so that it wouldn’t splash onto her. The delicate sole felt the building heat from his manhood, the muscle throbbing and hardening as her foot glide up and down. Little by little, Chloe could feel it welling up, the member begging for an end to the tension, no pun intended. As Daisuke approached the massive climax, her foot worked that cock harder and harder, even her toes masterfully worked along the tip of his shaft. All at once, the Wrestling Pauper gushed out in a steamy release. Ropes of hot white cum spurted out like a hose, Chloe gave one deep rub as Daisuke spilt his white surrender all over himself. She kept it at one because Daisuke had the desire to thrust and rub himself off like the dog that he is. At least, before he would tire.

Soon as his needy bucking has stopped, Daisuke laid there on the mate, panting and in pure bliss. Daisuke was in no condition to resist. Lifting her foot off his stained manhood, Chloe stepped in and pressed her cum-stained foot on his lips. Looking down straight to the lowly dog. “Never waste my time again, dog.” She gave him a stern slap with her messy sole before wiping it off her face, heading out of the ring, regardless of what Daisuke wanted. She had gotten Chloe’s attention and time. Now he wasn’t getting any. Nothing at all.