Yajiri Kasamatsu vs Mistress Paige

“Come on, come ooooooonnn!!!!” she grunted through grit teeth while the ref made what felt like the most agonizingly slow count Yajiri had ever experienced. In reality there wasn’t anything wrong with the count. It was the same pace of any other ordinary count for a pinfall. But Yajiri’s anxiety made every moment feel longer, as if everything was happening in slow motion. And now she was just one more excruciating second away from taking the unlikely victory, and dispelling her fears about what this dominatrix might subject her to in this match!

But alas, it wasn’t to be. At the last moment Paige squirmed free of the pin, breaking the count and keeping the match alive. Yajiri released her grip on the woman and laid next to her, gripping her own hair in frustration while she took a moment to catch her breath. Adrenaline had fueled her invigorated efforts just now, but suplexing the larger woman twice after everything Yajiri had endured before that had taken a toll.

This hadn’t been a “long” match by most standards to this point. However, taking control from Mistress Paige had been quite a difficult endeavor, one Yajiri wasn’t sure she would be able to repeat if she lost this advantage. With that thought spurring her on, the rookie groaned while rolling over onto her hands and knees. One hand gripped onto Paige’s nearest wrist, while the other went to hook around her head and neck. Slowly she began trying to pick her foe up. If she got far enough without resistance, she’d wrap an arm around the dominatrix’s neck to put her in a headlock for better leverage.

Alright, time to think. What next? Yajiri, after metaphorically being under Paige’s heel for so much of this match, finally had a real opportunity in front of her. A pair of suplexes, while failing to vanquish the vaudevillain, had at least seriously winded her it seemed. And while she helped Paige back up while putting her in the headlock, a couple ideas came into her head. Another fisherman suplex? It worked once, but going to the proverbial well too often was a habit she wanted to avoid. Maybe a DDT then? Yeah, that might do the trick.

But just when she was about to fall back and spike the dominatrix on her head, she felt fingers traveling up her leg and then groping her butt! Immediately her face went red, once again unable to hide the embarrassment Paige’s lewd tactics were making her feel. “Wh-What are you..?” she started, before cutting off as she felt herself rising up off the ground. By the time Yajiri realized what was happening she was already flipping over, and had no way to defend herself as Paige drove her to the mat with a loud crash! After the rookie’s pair of suplexes, the dominatrix had fired back with her own display of technical prowess, and now the young brunette once more found herself groaning and panting while she laid flat on her back and stared up at the arena lights.

It really went to show just how quickly things could change at any given point in a match. Yajiri’s moment of hope had been an explosion seemingly out of nowhere, but it had vanished almost just as quickly. For two instances, the rookie came agonizingly close to stealing a victory right out from under the dominatrix. But a well-timed suplex Yajiri had failed to anticipate had turned the tables right around again. She had expected to hear the ref start counting a pin there, but was somewhat surprised when she instead saw Paige release her to change position.

“Wh-what are you…?” she started to mumble as the vaudevillain swung a leg over her and sat astride her belly. Paige’s weight bearing down on her forced a small grunt from her lips. But Yajiri quickly felt herself noticing that...she really didn’t hate this position. The feeling of the beautiful woman’s form-fitting fabric against her coupled with the grinding of Paige’s crotch against Yajiri’s abs made her start blushing, but she didn’t really resist beyond weakly, instinctively squirming beneath her. Even Paige’s comments about punishing her and putting a collar on her put images in the young girl’s mind that, the more she thought about them, the less opposed she became to them. She let out a soft gasp when the dominatrix’s hands found her breasts. Yajiri would’ve been far too embarrassed to admit it, but this was all turning her on, and subconsciously she was starting to resign herself to let her body submit to Paige’s will.

Pleasure was quickly interrupted by pain, however, as Yajiri was abruptly pulled up into a sitting position while Paige applied the reverse full nelson! Now instead of soft moans of ecstasy, the brunette was groaning in pain while she struggled feebly in her foe’s clutches. She lacked the strength to pull the two of them to the ropes from here, and briefly considered surrendering. But then Yajiri began to focus on the feeling of Paige straddling her lap. Focusing on that one pleasurable aspect of this position helped to distract her from the pain, at least enough so that when the ref asked if she wanted to submit Yajiri quickly answered, “No!” A part of her wondered if she had stubbornly refused to give up simply because she enjoyed Paige sitting on her, or if that was just the competitive side of her still believing she might find a way to fight back again and win this thing. In any case, she’d now have to endure the pain of Paige’s hold until either she found a way to squirm out of it, or her foe elected to release her.

Each labored breath that left Yajiri came with a strained groan. To most, it probably just looked like her reacting to the pain of the hold she was trapped in. But there was something more, pleasure in those sounds as well. All the while the young rookie resisted, it caused friction between their breasts. Close observation would reveal that Yajiri’s nipples had hardened, and the continued rubbing against them was only further stimulating her. The resulting moistness gradually building between her legs would be less noticeable to the crowd, but with Paige practically sitting right on it, she was likely to notice.

When the vaudevillain finally rose off of her, the expression on Yajiri’s face held some odd mixture of both relief and disappointment. Of course she was glad to be free of the painful strain the hold had placed on her, but having Paige grind against her like that had felt...good. The pleasure this woman was making her feel was becoming more and more undeniable, to the point that this timid girl could feel her body wanting more even in spite of the thousands of eyes she was very aware were watching.

Yajiri blushed at her foe’s words, was too out of breath to offer a retort when Paige dragged her to her feet. She was whipped off into the ropes, her own momentum carrying her for much of the run as she bounded into the ropes and was sent back. Seeing the dominatrix just stand there and await her return was odd, and when the purpose for it finally became clear it was already much too late for the brunette to do anything about it. Suddenly she was launched into the air, only to come right down and have her face crash directly into Paige’s backside! Her head smacked backward and her body dropped straight to the ground, limbs resting limply around her on the mat while she groaned, heavily dazed.

Even so, despite the headache she’d just been granted, some small part of her didn’t hate how it had come about.

Yajiri would’ve given just about anything for such a heroic rescue right about now. But alas, there was no such team of super friends or guardian angels who would be rushing to her aid to fend off the seductive villainess. The rookie was all on her own, with any odds of victory seeming to deplete by the second as the match continued on. Yajiri had been knocked so loopy by the collision with Paige’s rear that she offered no resistance while being flipped onto her front, as if she barely even noticed it.

A low, soft groan left her lips, and then she began to feel something settling on top of her. The feeling initially reminded her of a heavy blanket, not unlike when her mother had tucked her into bed as a child. If only that were truly the case. But, knowing it was Paige that rested on top of her, Yajiri couldn’t allow herself to get comfortable here. Although, it was oddly tempting. The warmth of the dominatrix’s body wasn’t at all unpleasant. Even the clearly deliberate and suggestive placement of her hips over Yajiri’s butt brought another flush of red to her cheeks, not entirely out of embarrassment. It would be so easy to do just as Paige told her and give in.

The fire of Yajiri’s resilience was not one easily put out, and even now, despite the intensity of the temptation to give in, she began to squirm under Paige. At this point she likely lacked the strength to do much more than budge the seductress, and she had no way of getting anywhere near the ropes to force a break. She wasn’t proud of the fact that all her foe was keeping her completely pinned in place by just laying on her. It became especially hard to fight back once Paige’s hand came into the picture and began to work against her. Yajiri said nothing, but a soft moan slipped from her lips, and quickly her mild resistance ceased altogether. She had become putty in the woman’s hands, a toy for her to play with as she saw fit.