SKW MAT ROOM

Fresh off of a mani and pedi, I am gazing on the would-be battlefield in front of me. I've set the furniture aside in the lounge to accommodate the mats, spread all over the floor. Legs crossed, wearing a slick white with black and pink print bikini earmarked for the occasion. You and I are going head to head (and toe to toe) at my place. And I am jumping at the opportunity. You've built up quite a reputation for yourself as being young and merciless. And you've made a statement by talking up your game of leaving me whimpering under your feet. But that ends today. I watch as you emerge from the changing room, getting up to my feet, smiling. "Dressed to impress?"

I can't help but smile when I toe out of my shoes and socks. Today, yet another jobber will be whimpering their submission from under my toes. I had a rather decent record of beating more mature, physically impressive women than me. I usually sneak in a camera when I am fighting someone. I love watching them squirm under my smaller, lithe frame. It's a shame that those hidden cams don't show their eyes. That look when my beaten opponents surrender just before passing out is… priceless. I could cum just from hearing them plead with my foot clogging their throat… I was wearing my black shorts and white shirt. I loved when they 'accidentally' came off during the fighting. I walked out of the changing room and put down my jeans and shoes on the chair, neatly covering the camera, hiding it away to record us in secret. "Hiiii there… Looking good, hun. Can't wait to cover you with bruises and your own cum." I said as I walked on the mats. I could feel that they were slim under my soles. Perfect. Just the right amount of thickness to KO you with a slam, but not break you to much. "Ready?" I asked and brought up my arms.

You have a lithe, petite figure. Young, energetic, and no doubt fun to toy with. I'm already thinking of the various ways to do just that. I smirk at your words. "Well, that's considering I let you off the mats..." I flash a wink at you. My own hands coming up. "Ready." I nod at you. And without a second invitation, I step forward and send a right palm to test your defenses. Aiming a slap at your left cheek before I step right in and boss you around if I can with a shove to your chest with my left palm. "Come on little girl, show me what ya got!"

Our body differences are rather striking. My head was just in line with your breasts, so I had to be careful; getting smothered by a single hug would have been hot but rather undesirable if I wanted to win. You step forward, and I can just lean back to avoid your slap. Okay, big and fast… I noted to myself, but as the saying goes… the bigger they are... the louder they cum. I dig my soles into the mat to find traction in order to stop me from just falling on my ass when you push me next. Then I groan a bit when your big palm nearly turns my right breast into a pancake. Enough was enough! I grab onto that extended arm to keep you close and balance on my left leg, while the right goes up and towards your unprotected abs! "Stop bitching and fight!" I shout amidst my knee attack. If it lands and folds you over, I would grab your head, pull it down, and do the same thing, just targeting your trapped head this time.

I push my luck a little, trying to see if I can pressure you. And you hold your ground. The next part hurts. After you grab hold of my arm, I get a snapping knee to the midriff. Ooomf! My abs aren't ready for that, and it folds me over...Straight into your right knee that smacks into my forehead! Unnnhhh. I grunt. Straightened up after that hit, but not stumbling back thanks to your grip. I need to answer back, and I do, targetting a sweep with my left leg, aiming to take your ankles out from under you

My knee strikes land with satisfying THUDs! The first one lands into your impressive core, and the second against your forehead. I feel your legs shuffle a bit, so I think that I dazed you, and I lift my knee again to continue, wanting to trap you in a world of hurt before I overwhelm and shame you with pleasure. But I was wrong; you actually readjusted your stance to sweep my legs out from under me. As when I tried to lift my knee into your head again… your leg catches my one remaining leg on the ground. The side of your sole slams into my hard calf, and my world tilts right away. I crash into the ground, practically falling on my head from the strong sweep. Pain flares up in my shoulder when I land on it, forcing me to curl up in pain for a second. But I knew how vulnerable I was at your feet. So I try to reach out to hug your leg close before it can kick me. I could only protect myself from one leg at a time, but I hoped that before you kick my breath out from my lungs with your other, free foot... I could roll and send you down as well. Then I would grab your sole and ankle and twist it. I wondered what cute screams an ankle lock would force out of you while your toes flexed in front of my face from the shock.

The sweep works, and just in time! Another knee was flying towards me before I managed to slide my way back into this fight which you've been dominating so far. You go tumbling down, but like the gnat...You are back on me before I can make another move. Clutching onto my leg and staring up at me like a moth daring to be threatened. The stand-off doesn't last long though, and you don't wait too long before you twist and send me tumbling down in a heap on my back! "UMFFFF!" The light thud of my back hitting the mats followed by a groan and then..."AIIEEE!" A moan as you twist my ankle almost comes in perfect order. You are fast. And currently doing your best to outpace me. And it's working. I know I have to hit. And hard. And so I use my free foot to snap the top of my foot across your pretty lips, looking to make you taste de-feet!

Your calfs felt like hot iron in my grip, but with a twist of my body, I managed to drag that foot with me, while you akwardly fell on your back, nicely exposing yourself to the ankle lock. The next few seconds were then spent me listening to your sexy cries. Your foot in my grip shook from the pain, so it was only fair to shove it under my armpits and lean back a bit, putting even more torque on that joint. “Haha! Yeah! Scream you bi-!” My monoluge got silenced suddenly when a meaty sole sudenly slapped me right in the mouth. Saliva flew to the mats, coating your toes a bit in the process. It was so good of a kick that the heel of your foot actualy slipped into my mouth, grinding on the gums for a split second before wildly snapping my jaw to the side. My head followed the motion of my jaw and it thuded against the canvas, dizzing me further. I wasnt some boxer so your kick on my glassjaw was rather effective. Making my light body roll to the front limply, letting you go in the process. For a few seconds all I saw with my narrow, dim vision, was the mats and your ever closing in foot, as I drooled on the ground with part of my consciousnes kicked out of me. After a few seconds, I would slowly slid my hands under me, near my pancaked small breasts, to push against the ground and roll to my back. If I manages to do that then I would pull up my legs and kick upwards, aiming for whatever.. stomach, tight, pussy.. anything that would give me enough time to get back up.

You really lean your weight into it. Stretching the tendons. Making me feel the pain. But that doesn't aid you from my kick, which splatters you on the mats on your front, dazed. A gentle sliver of saliva even finds its way to my heel, and I could get used to it. I don't stop. Not now. Not when you are recovering on the mats. With one motion I tuck my legs in and push up to my knees. And with the next, I pounce. On top of your back. Getting there before you are able to press yourself up and retaliate. Aiming to lock down and straddle your lower back to force you back down, and with all my weight forced down atop you. And now for my secret stashed move. I slide my legs around. With your face tucked into the mats, I look to give you another surface to lean on. Pressing my feet, heels first, in between your face and the mats to take away your breath in more ways than one!

I was just about to get on my back when your weight pushed me back down on my front, slamming my face into the ground in the process. "What are you—get OFF! UGHHM!" You weren't that much heavier than me thanks to your fit frame, but you did put considerable force against my spine. Then suddenly my pained groans got muffled against your foot. I tried to keep my mouth closed as best I could so your bigger feet wouldn't just get inside my gaping mouth in this position. My own legs kicked the mats pathetically behind you, like I was throwing a tantrum, while my hands grabbed at your calf and tried to pull it away from my face so at least your domination would be less humiliation for me. I was pretty much screwed now. Your hands were free, and there was no way I could power myself out from this position. Hell, I probably wouldn't even win in a pure strength test either way, thanks to our age difference. "Ghkk...fucking BITCH!" I screamed in rage and pain, but the worst part was yet to come if I don't do something quickly. So I tried to pull up my legs, making a sort of frog-legged position, then push against the ground so I could flip on my back… or rather, on you. I still wouldn't be free, not by a longshot, but at least I wouldn't be stuck facedown against your instep and toes.

I'm enjoying this newfound dominant position over you. Feet pressed against your features. Weight pressing you down. I could get used to this. And to my own detriment, I do. My positioning is superior, but my weight isn't anchored well enough. And so although I spend a decent amount of time in this humiliating position for you, I get slightly unseated as your legs pull up, and you attempt to roll backwards. A very athletic move, and it forced me to pull my feet away from your face, and now end up with my knees pinning your arms down, and my crotch pressed to the back of your neck. I try to leverage my new position now, grabbing a firm fistful of your hair and rolling over to my back, and if I can...roll you with me and wrap my legs around your slim throat in a headscissor

I almost had it… but of course in a fight there is no such thing as an 'almost.' I either got out, or I didn't... and for me the latter happened. As when I was just about to roll, you managed to sit on the back of my neck, pushing my head into the mats this time instead of your instep. "Ghhmm! Damn youuuaaAAGGHH!" I suddenly screamed out midsentence, when you used my hair as leverage to bend my spine into a C shape, before wrapping your legs around my neck. With my darkening vision, I sawyou expertly apply the headscissors choke around my slim throat; your calves even crossed in front of me, applying even more pressure. Your thighs bulge around my head, and it nearly hides my features completely between those big thighs, making me feel like a melon that was wrapped in 1000 rubber bands and was about to be crushed. I knew from experience that I had mere seconds before the lack of blood circulation shuts my brain off. So instead of panicking and uselessly trying to force the wall of muscle off around my neck… I lifted up my arms and blindly started striking above me, hoping that I still had enough power to strike your belly hard enough to urge you to change positions and let me escape in the process. If that didn't work however, I was surely on my way towards dreamland. I would be back in the fight in a few seconds... wanting to countine.. but that would still let you do what ever you want with me during that time.

My thighs wrap around your slender neck, calves and ankles crossed, and thighs flexed. It's a futile position for you. And I stare down at the back of your head with cruel determination. I can tell you're desperate, and your waving arms are testament to that. Trying to strike and claw at whatever they can find, and they do find my tummy. "Umfff.." I pull tighter on your hair. Not giving you any room, even as my thighs slightly loosen, before I tighten the noose again. "Go..To...Sleep!"

"Let...go, GHKK!" For a second I thought it was going to get better, but the release I achieved only lasted for a split second. Then it became… so much worse. Not a single speck of air went down that slim throat of mine. Not only that, but the blood flow to my brain seized as well. I tapped your legs by instinct right away, not even realizing that this wasn't that kind of a match. There was no ref, no rules… nothing. I have given zero reasons for you to go easy on me. I didn't even want it to be frank; I would rather pass out than admit defeat. But in that moment… I thought you would NEVER let me go, prompting those desperate, pathetic taps against your bulging thighs as my heart rate skyrocketed. At least I didn't have to fear the end for long. As even after the first two taps, my hands slowly eased their movements before arms thudded against the thin mats next to me. For a few seconds I just stared at the ceiling, wondering where I was… then my eyes moved up and behind my slowly closing eyelids, partially hiding behind them. My body gave a few jerks, especially my legs. Even after I was gurgling up my drool, my foot still spasmed, toes curling and flexing desperately… before even that stopped too. After a long 20 seconds... I finally passed out, giving you free reign over my twitchy body.

I keep the tight hold intact. Waiting. Patiently. In no real hurry as you panic and tap. Tut tut...You're not getting away with that. I don't move. No. Don't even flinch. And within seconds...You're out. Your arms flop down, your feet stop kicking, and your gentle breathing against my thighs now apparent. But I still make sure, raising your arm and letting it drop. And then again. And again. Yep, you're out. I slide my legs out from under your neck, a hand under your chin to guide your head down gently onto the mats. I shuffle down your body, seating myself down on your thighs so I can slowly free you of your white shirt first, and then scoot down further to drag your black shorts down and flick them off your ankles, tossing them away, leaving you in just your underwear. But you look far too cute to be just left in this position, and so I stake my claim. I lean down, grabbing one of those pearly, prized soles. My tongue flattens on the base of your toes, and runs along the balls of your feet, the arch, coating your pretty sole with my saliva, before settling your left foot down and repeating for your right. Now, with your soles claimed, I look to make a statement with mine. Shuffling forward, I settle into a high mount. My ass pressed onto the back of your head, my knees either side of your torso, settling on a reverse straddle on top of you. I lean forward, grabbing a fistful of your locks to pull your head up, and slide my feet where your face just was. Waiting for you to wake up to this view~

"Ghhmm...hkk..." I wasn't sure where I was. My first feeling was that I was hurting as I slooowly became more and more aware of my surroundings. My neck throbbed from the pain for some reason. My body twitched as I tried to move, but I couldn't do much else. I tried opening my eyes, but they felt heavy. So I tried to rack my brain… and the first memory that came to mind was getting kicked in the face. Yeah, something went bad after that. Was I in a fight? Then, like a flood, everything comes back to me at once. I was overpowered and put out! "Ghhmm! GHKK!" I groaned furiously against something soft… warm… slick. I managed to roll my head and saw your soul right away, dripping in my knockout drool. "AGhh! Fuck! G-get off!" I say as I try to push my hands under my body, but you are perched right on my head, forcing it down against your soles. I sputter, trying to get the taste out of my mouth. That's when I realize that I am rather naked. "You bitch!! How dare youghmm!" I shout but get a face full of your soles instead when you sit back a little. The hold was suffocating a bit but not enough to send me sleeping again. I thrash my legs around, toes hitting the mats wildly, even pushing against them uselessly, leaving drool lines on the mats. I was trapped. No doubt you had some humiliation in mind. "Youhh gothh luckyghmm!" I try to speak, but it's hard with a face full of toes. I wanted to let you know that if you didn't land that kick, you would have long passed out from the pain of my ankle lock. But in truth, I probably should have been more careful. Nevertheless, it wasn't over, I just had to get back in the fight somehow! So I reached forward and YANKED on your big toe!

You wake up to a view you didn't expect, and when I bear down...It's more than just a view! You get smothered by toes and soles alike! You sputter. Moan. Try to get some words through the smothering but it's hardly audible. "I can't hear you through my toes in your mouth!" I giggle, getting nice and comfy in my newfound dominant position. I could get used to this, too. But you're in no mood to entertain that thought. As much as you've familiarized yourself with my feet ;) I feel a shift under me and then YANK! "Aiieeee!" I moan out, instinctively pulling my foot out of the way. My weight now bearing down on you awkwardly. With one leg to the side, and the other pulled inwards towards your face. But what this does is give you more room to breathe. I can't let that go unpunished. I reach forward and grab your thong with both hands, PULLING it upwards to push the fabric into your already wet mound and put some pressure on you down there while I readjust myself by straightening out my legs, postioning myself for another headscissor...

Hearing your scream fueled my sadistic, revenge-craving mind like nothing ever could. Your saliva-coated toes spasmed in my hand as one of the fine digits was abused. “Get those filthy toes out of my faaaAAAAGHHH!” Soon we both screamed as you yanked on my last remaining garment. The fabric stretched and ripped at parts, so what remained cut deep into my sex, parting my now red as roses, slick folds. In return, I janked harder… so you janked harder too. This pain-filled feedback loop only continued until my young cunt reached its limit. My clit was almost fully pushed back into its confines and that made me let go of your foot to punch and crawl against the ground in agony instead, as I was overwhelmed by pain. That prompted you to move your legs again, but I wasn't going to fall into the same crushing trap as before! With your weight more or less evened out atop my smaller body, I could wiggle my body left and right, while pushing my knees under me to stand. But you didn't budge much, only slid backwards towards my face a bit. For a few seconds, I was facing down, with your ass pressing against the back of my head. While my own ass was high in the air as you kept pulling on my thong, so much so that my knees nearly left the ground. You were dominating me, and that did NOT sit well with me. Not at all! So I used my free hands to blindly start hitting backward and above me, trying to hit your sides or lower ribs with my frantic hammer blows. “Gettth offgghh!” I groaned against the mats under your wheight, while my pussy started dripping onto the mats from the forced stimulation.

Normally when I get someone under me, it's a swift ending. Even more so after I've knocked them out under my upturned soles. By then, it's easy pickings. But you're different. Smaller, yes. But tougher than most. I readjust to try and knock you out again with a headscissor. All the while, your thong giving you more reason to cry. And something more! It's a delight to watch. But the delight doesn't last too long. You start to move under me. And it's like the ground is moving under me. You unsettle my position. I try to go back to the reverse straddle, tuck my feet under. You don't allow it. What you do manage is to almost unseat me. Making me slide back to the back of your neck. Not a comfortable position, and with little to no leverage. I'm forced to let go of your thong to keep my balance. My palms pressing into the floor. There was no right move in this position though, as you thump my sides with your balled up fists. THUMP THUMP THUMP! I yelp, and I know I've overstayed my welcome on top of you. Before you manage to do more damage, I roll off of you with a grunt. Massaging my side as I halt to my knees a few feet away from you. Breathing a little heavier compared to when I was smothering you

Your legs shook with each blow. THUMP THUMP. It was obvious that it was effective, but I needed to keep it up if I wanted it to affect our fight in a meaningful way. So I stop my attack for a split second to gather strength and land a single big hit. THUMP! I can see your toes curl and your legs give up smothering me into an unconscious heap again. When you roll away, I do the same. Then I crawl for a bit to get some distance before getting to my knees and elbows. I looked at your face with tired, hurt eyes that were full of hate. You were breathing heavier now, as you just exerted great forces on my smaller body while I just slept it off, so it wasn't surprising that we both panted now. Although it wasn't you who got choked out before getting smothered by a pair of soles. So mine was a bit more raspy. "Y-You gonna regret stuffing your soles against my face, jobber! You just got lucky! It's not my fault that you are such a fat ass and way heavier than me!" It was a lie, you were not much heavier than me with your slim fit.. but I wanted to get into your head like you did with me with those moves. I needed every advantage I could get. Which was even more infuriating for me than the fact that you stripped me. Once I see your facial emotions twitch, I can't wait for much longer. I needed to push that. With a heavy groan I push myself up and POUNCE on you, practically body-slamming your face into my exposed tits. I wanted to hug your face against my smaller D-cups, smother you a bit, before stepping to the side of you and then forward with a 180-degree turn. I wanted to push your facial features across my tits towards that nice crevice between my right bicep and side. It would end in a rather awesome dragon sleeper while you are still on your knees. It was a plan with multiple steps. But it would enable me to bend your spine into a backward 'C' and continue your side/abs destruction with my free left hand on your exposed midriff.

I'm a little relieved to be off of you. I had overstayed my welcome on top of you, and it had reaped fine results in the time that I was there. It would also help to even up the odds in terms of our stamina. Dip your speed, which combined with your already slightly depleted power after that knockout...is going to be a killer of a combination. Your verbal bars hit thick skin, and I only shrug. "Can't take the heat, stay out of the kitchen, princess." I start to fix up my hair, covering up my panting but nothing could prepare me for the show of speed you show next. It takes about 3 blinks before you get up off your feet, practically jump at me, and before I know it, my vision is covered by your impressive chest! "URGHHHUMPFFF!" I groan. Hands coming up instinctively, but it's already too late. One twist to the side, and then another, and you've all but turned the tables on me. "Get your tits off m-UNHHHHH!" It's bad enough that your tits are bustier than mine. It's worse that you beat me to the punch, and that too in a painful hold that I can already tell is going to hurt! I get bent backwards. Soles up. Knees bent. Abs on full display. And you can see the lining of my ribcage. I hold my breath, I try to push at your arms, even as the leverage is with you. You're testing my flexibility in this position, and my resilience as my back cracks ever so slightly against the pressure. Getting a nice stretch in and then some!

"What's wrong? CAN'T TAKE THE HEAT?!" I shout down at your face, still wedged between my small, bulging bicep and my right side. I shift my right knee under your spine and then lean backwards more. The reaction was instant. Those lovely muffled sounds you made, accompanied by your spine's creaking from the pressure, were... arousing. I almost felt pity that I couldn't touch myself through my panties; I had a tummy to destroy after all. So after I pulled out the fabric of my panties from between my slightly damp folds… I began my revenge. My first few hits land right on that vulnerable lower ribcage. Your flat tits wiggled from the impacts, but I didn't want to ruin you like that. I wanted to break your mind instead. So the next half a dozen constant left-handed hits landed right on your belly button. THUD. "Oh? Can't flex your muscles like this?" THUD "What a pity~ "THUD. "Damn, girl... you are shaking..." THUD "I bet you are really sorry for that KO, are ya?!" THUD "What did you think would happen once you put your foot in my face, HUH?! "THUD! "DID YOU THINK YOU'D JUST GET TO WALK OUTTA HERE?!" THUD THUD THUD. Okay, I might have gotten carried away there… but waking up on a pair of soles to be smothered out again... tends to rile a girl up. I playfully pat on your slightly bruising abs, enjoying how you flinch in response. Before simply… letting you go. Your head thuds against the slim mats, and I was pretty sure you were out of the fight for a while. Time for some payback~

I stand up and eye your laid-out form for a bit, enjoying the sight of your still upturned soles under you… or that spasming stomach... or the way you arch your spine away from the ground in pain. It lasted only a second or two, but I will forever remember this moment. It will live rent-free in my mind, just like the next thing I'm gonna do with you~ I quickly get on top of you. Or rather, try to sit on your face, to be more precise. Then I would snake my left leg behind your head before putting my weight on it, choking you as your delicate neck gets trapped again, but this time it's between my right calf and thighs. But my other leg wasn't idle either. I pushed it under my ass and on your face and wiggled my toes in front of your features. Trying to slip inside the toes to pull out a tongue~

It wasn't a good chokehold, but it was waaay more humiliating then yours. I was prety sure that I had the fight in a bag. So why now play with you a little before I put you out for real.

With the way you play this with your weight. Slamming down with no remorse. You're ready to snap me in half! And the worst part? Nothing I can do to stop you. If I thought it was bad now, it will only take a few minutes to go from even worse to...the absolute worst it could get. For now. "GRRRMFFF GRMFFFF!" Defiant, I let out some grunts at your first target. But it leaves me already struggling. My body tries to pivot with the shots. Pushing forward to try and break your grip. Not even close. "UHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUUUH!" The next half a dozen, followed by your verbal dressing down, sends me to painland galore! Despite the chokehold that is draining blood from my brain, I still manage to let out shrill moans after each of your shots. By the time the half a dozen are done, my abs are more of a liability than an asset. And hurting just as much! Then another three come raining down! "NUHHHHHHHHH!" My arms are shaking as I bring my palms up meekly to your forearm. Not even close to moving it. Hell, it's just a light tap. My toes scrunched. My lower back on the verge of just giving up. My abs? Battered and bruised. And as your soft fingers trace around, you hear a muffled moan, and a shaking body in response. 

You let me flop down. Panting hard. Twitching. Soles pressed to my lower back. Back bent in a 'C'. Chest heaving. Tummy turned red. Arms on my sides, shaking. I wince constantly, trying to fight past the pain from your brutal beatdown. While my finish was humiliating and mentally taxing, yours left a hole in my stomach. Or so it seemed at this point! But you weren't done. Oh no. That petite figure drops down on top of me, and you may as well have been 160lbs while smothering me at this angle. "AGHHHH GET OFFFFF!" I groan out, but it comes out more as pleading. My back is already strained. Being pushed to my flexibility limit, and now having to take your weight over my face is far from ideal! You snake one leg under me, your calf no less, and sit down on top. My slender neck squeezed again, and my complexion changing in an instant. Red hot. That's not all I have to contend with though, as your foot slides up, your toes flexing, finding my lips, and I cry out, trying to stretch my head back, but with nowhere to go...I bite down on my lower lip to stop any gaping in my mouth, while my legs whimper, and I only just realize...My panties are feeling damp!

Even after just a few seconds, you were looking like a tomato under me. Such a pathetic sight. But then I realize… that this is probably how I looked... helpless, drooling, twitching, groaning... "You know... we didn't exactly set up a rule for when the match ends. Hmm... you wouldn't mind if I turned you into a foot salve, right?" I asked, and all I heard was your muffled cries of protest. "Thoughts so... with how my foot felt... I would wager that you licked them clean while I was… sleeping. Well, since you like the taste of my soles so much… here…! TASTE IT!" With that, I reached down and grabbed your hair, pulling on it, shifting your head upwards a bit. Making you stop biting your lips and cry out instead. That was my cue to slip a foot down your throat. My balance was a bit off, but I was hoping that in this position you are not thinking about fighting back. Hell, maybe you were past the point of thinking at all… and you were just along for the ride, like the helpless jobber you were. I slightly push my rear up, only to slam it back down, but on my heel now, which in return pushes my foot deeper into your mouth. I felt your gag reflex start to fire off as my toes just reached the end of your mouth. One of the advantages of having a small foot, heh. You were struggling alright, but not enough.

"I cAN't HeAR yOu ThROugH my ToeS in YOuR mOUth! " I said, mocking you with the same humiliating line you used when I was freshly woken up from a KO and was facedown against your soles. I reach back and my hands dart between your panties. However, I don't pull on it to push the fabric in your pussy. I had more of a... sensual plan involved. With a sudden pull, I RIPP it off! Then I bring up the torn fabric to my face and sniff it. "Oh yeah... you are dripping alright. The question is... is this from the time when you were lucky enough to overpower me? Or did you just start dripping now, jobber? Are you a dirty masochistic pig, darling? Or a sadistic bitch?" I said, then I tossed the fabric away and plunged my fingers inside your sex. Knuckles deep. No hesitation. No buildup. Only my little finger and thumb were outside, and the latter was grinding against your clit. So hard that I nearly pushed it back into its confines. "Yeah... moan for me. Let's see how long you can hold it in, slut! My palms are already soaked wet!" I said, before I tried to curl my hand into a fist, cruelly stimulating and grinding your swollen folds / inner walls in the process.

I hear the words 'foot slave', and it kicks as hard as your knuckles to my gut. You're seriously considering it. No. You've already set this up. "GRUMHHHHHH!" You exhibit a masterclass of balance and sadism, lifting my head to slide your foot in, and then sliding your ass up to...HAMMER your foot in. "GUHHH!" You make me gag. Despite my best intentions too. And I start to wet up your soles with my saliva thanks to the perilous, humiliating position I'm in! You're not done yet, either. "Aghumm hmphhhhffff ghummmm.." I try to tell you my back is going to snap. But I gurgle through the words. I'm forced to taste your soft, small soles while you work your magic elsewhere...

My panties get snapped off of my hips. You can feel the dampness. I can tell. Tears start to well up in my eyes thanks to the gagging you're forcing upon me thanks to your foot getting deep throated by me. I try to shake my head. But all I manage to do is cover more of your foot in my saliva before you slam your fingers inside of me! "MMMMMMMMMMGGGGHMMMMMMMMM!" In the small space that I have left, I throw my head back. Eyelids closed, eyes rolling back. "GHUM! GHUM! GHUM!" My moans come out as pained gulps. And my body twitches. As if there's electricity running through me. My senses heightened. Pussy drooling. Mouth stuffed. Body bent backwards in an awkward and painful angle. My body is in all sorts of twisted pain and pleasure. Pain and pleasure, they battle. And it makes for a tough brawl...Before...I...Instinctively...BUCK upwards while my pussy spasms in a shattering orgasm

The only thing that saved me from flying off from my not-really-balanced seat was from that grip of mine against your pussy, as I used it as a handle to hold on. You actually bucked so hard that you managed to free your legs from under your ass. A second later, while your soles pushed against the mats, your ass was lifted up from the ground while you squirted with loud and wet squelching sounds, coating my inner forearm with your forced-out love juices. This was certainly the most intense paingasm I have ever brought onto someone. After a few body shudders, however, your legs shook and they gave out. Flopping you into a starfish position as your arms feel limp too. "Oh… my… god… you actually CAME! Want to be my girlfriend, darling? I can make you suffer every day if you want~" I said, but I got no answer. I look away from your fluttering pussy and look down at your face to assess your condition. Your inner walls still gripped at my fingers like they wanted me to stay. But I pulled them out cruelly anyway with great force, letting your trapped juices pour out from your still spasming folds and drip onto the mats below. My fingers felt cold in the open air; I wanted to stuff them back inside… But that had to wait, as I had a fight to win. Plus… I can always make you cum again later~. I searched for your tongue with my toes and pulled it out. It was slippery, but if I applied enough force with my toes, it was doable. "Are you still with me, darling? Or did you just pass out from my perfect pleasure and pain combo?" I asked as I leaned back on my forearms, making your head loll to the left and right with that unique grip before I let it snap back inside when I spread my toes. My foot was coated with your saliva. There were these thick slobber bridges connecting my foot with your slack features.

But I had to break them if I wanted to proceed. If only I had my phone… OH RIGHT THE CAMERA! I stashed the hidden cam under a pile of clothing. God, I hoped it had a good view on this face of yours. Or at least that it recorded the cute sounds you made. But this fight wasn't over, not by a longshot. It will have plenty of things to record! As I planned to put you into a similar position as you put me before, but this time… your face would be right against my crotch. As I would keep one of my legs behind your head, before reaching forward and pulling my ankle towards me. Smothering you with my own wet panties now.

It comes sputtering out in a violent squirt. Coating your forearms, fingers, and everything in between. My lips close and hum over your toes. Drool running down the middle of your toes, as the taste settles. I have to take a moment to settle down and come to terms with just how thoroughly you made me orgasm. With my eyes closed shut, and my body relaxing, you take no time to pull your fist away. My instinct is to push up, but your toes in my mouth make that a struggle. And when you hook your toes with such pristine control on my tongue, tugging it out of my mouth, I know for sure...This girl is at a level of her own when it comes to using her feet. You snap it back into my mouth, and I let out a groan. Before I could even let out a whimper, I'm forced to my side. Head trapped in between your two thighs. Eyes wide open by this point. Your ankle hooks above me. Lips pressed to your damp panties, my taste buds once again forcefully activated. This time in more humiliating fashion! My legs kick around. Worthlessly. My head lighter than ever, lips parting to try and breathe. But there's no breath to be had. I weakly bring my right hand up, gently tapping my palm at your thigh twice before I slip to unconsciousness...

The hot, weak, desperate air puffing against my damp sex under the panties made my toes curl. I let out a long moan, letting you know that I was getting off on your struggles as you unintetionaly pleased me. "Did you enjoy that orgasm, dear?" *Squize* “I hope so, cause the next ones will be much more intense." *Squiizeee* "I will edge you until you are nothing but a stuttering, crying mess-Oh?! You tapped? How cute~" *SQUIIIZEEE* "And when I finally let you cum, you will pass out on the sheer intensity of it, while I bend your body in ways you never thought it was possible. You are in for a ride, birdie~" I said with a sadistic smile as I ignored your pathetic submission. But that smile soon turned into a frown when those beautiful orbs of yours started to stare at the ceiling instead of me. "H-hey! Eyes down here bitch! Don't you dare leave just yet! We are not finished!!" I shouted as I slapped your face with my free... still cum coated hand. But it wasn't working. How could it really? Not when my own legs were cramping from the force I applied against your slim neck. Your body twitched hard a few times, while your hands slid off my legs and ass before thudding against the drool and cum-soaked mat as you entered dreamland, hopefully dreaming about my feet.

But I didn't let go. For a few more seconds, I hoped that I could get myself off on your unconscious face as I gently rubbed my needy clit against your lips and nose... drowning you with my orgasm as I waterboard you with my juices and puffed-up folds. But I wasn't gonna end you. Nuh-uh. This fight didn't exactly have rules, but I wasn't going to cross that line. Furthermore. How could I make you feel even more hurt and humiliated if you are gone? With a frustrated sigh, I suddenly let you go by opening my legs wide into a wide 'V'. Your head slipped free feom the hold, but even when when I wasnt holding it, it was still hoisted up against my sex. I wiggled my hips left and right, making your nose pass through the little canyon of my camel toe, before I bent my right knee and slipped a sole against the side of your face, toes curling under your chin while I was guiding it gently down to the stained mat bellow. After that I sat on my left upturned sole, while the right one was petting your face roughly. "Wakey wakey~" It seemed like I got you good cause you weren't waking up just yet. Oh well, at least I have time to play with you.

I untie your bra at your shoulder blades before standing up. I wanna turn you onto your back but I can’t resist making this KO seem more official. So I lift your limp arm with my instep under your forearm, before lifting that foot even higher and letting your arm slide back to the ground. I do this three more times. Yup, a pure knockout. I heard a faint moan or a groan this time however. So I slide the foot under your chin and lift your head this time, angling it up towards my face. "You are actually cute all tuckered out darling." I said, hoping that you at least heard me somewhat, even if you were still not able to speak just yet. Once I made sure that the camera got a good view of this semi-conscious beauty, I let your face drop back to the ground roughly. That's when I finally kick you in the abs of your still limp body to push you onto your back to reach down to free your breasts. I pose on it for a few seconds, enjoying the feeling of your left breasts getting pancaked under my small sole. Your chest movements where less uneven now. You were surely waking up soon. Well, let's prepare a sight for your return~ I discard your bra to the side and get off you. But only so I can pull down your soaked panties and STUFF it inside your mouth as deep as I can. I even close the entrance by putting a foot on it, pressing your face against the ground, while I slide a finger under my own panties to finger myself at the sight of your naked body’s struggles under my sole. I coup your nose with my big toe and the other next to it, closing your nostrils. But I don’t wanna KO you again this soon. So I just play with your breathing for now. I was rather careless but I doubted you would be able to fight back this soon, if you can even fight back at, after all this pain and humiliation I put you trough. That orgasm must have dwindled your reserves.

It was a deep sleep you put me to. It was never an easy task to wake me back up. Or whether I'd be able to fight back as soon as I'm up. One thing was for sure, you were not going to let this opportunity go un-utilized. While I'm out, my slender neck gets squeezed, I get tossed face-down into my own juices. But not before you coat me with your own after getting off on my face. With that mix of juices, I lay there, fast asleep while you poke your little toes at me. I'm groggy. Barely wake up for a minute. Before I fall back to sleep. Vivid dreams, visions, or reality? I see you towered over me. Talking down. Almost like you were in a hazy environment. But your words are inaudible. "Hunnnnnhhhhh..." A trickle of drool runs down my mouth and my head drops to the side. Arms on my side as you kick my abs and roll me over to my back. By this point, I am fully nude. And at your feet (and mercy...or lack of it ;) ). The next thing I know, I am fully awake. But already in panic mode. But why am I in panic mode? My heart is racing before my eyes even open. And when they do. They're slow at first, but then shoot open. My throat is sealed with a damp piece of cloth, mouth sealed by a soft, smooth...FOOT! UMPH! My eyes dart down. Your toes have snapped my nostrils shut. And I am struggling to even breathe. I thrash instinctively. Hands moving up to fight against your ankle, legs kicking out, and in a moment of clarity...I see myself targetting your ankle that is on the floor. Ripe to push you off balance and hopefully off of me!

I expected a slow awakening. And in a way, it was—at least at first. You hadn’t moved much for the past minute or so. But the moment your eyes finally lock onto mine, just as I’m pressing my toes insistently against your nose... everything changes. This isn’t the groggy, clumsy stirring I’d expected from someone who was only just coming to. Your hands snap onto my knees in an instant. Then, like a drowning man breaking the surface, you thrash wildly beneath me. By chance—or maybe not—your knee slams straight into my exposed ankle. “Keep still—AAGH!” I shout in agony as pain shoots up my leg, my tendon straining as I nearly buckle on the spot. I try to shift my foot to your neck instead, trying to send you out again, but just a few seconds after I pushed my little foot against your delicate throat, you nail me in the same spot again. This time the cry tears out of me, my small foot leaves your body and I am walking backwards with windmilling arms. It's no use though, nad I fall on my back, hard. THUD! My head hits the part of the house where there were no mats, just a hardwood floor. For a few seconds I stare at the ceiling with an unfocused, confused stare.

Then as my brain restarts, the pain from my injured leg flares up. I hiss in pain and hold my left ankle up, slowly rolling it above me while I hold my calf, still lying on my back. It was strained but not dislocated or worse. That's when I hear you. I quickly try to get on my feet and stand, but the pain sends me back down on my knees and elbows. Damn, there goes my speed. I already knew that you could overpower me so this wasn't good. Not at all. Wait, who I am kidding? I just hurt you and made you cum your brains out, you shouldn't be able to fight back much after that long punishment session I put you trough. Still, I couldn't stand... yet. So I just look up and towards you while sitting on my calfs and upturned soles, trying to decipher your next move while I wait for the pain and the ringing noise in my head to subside.

I have to dig out the fabric from my mouth for starters after you go tumbling away. Not in any shape or form in a good position to enjoy your stumbling body. I peel out the fabric and...are those...MY panties?! I cough and gasp as I get onto all fours. Not aware at all that you are in pain, while I feel a wave of fatigue on my own body. I look down at the mats. Is that...Then the memories came flooding back in before the KO. Your hand, fist-deep inside me. Hooking me like a clothes hanger. And then I let out a monstrous orgasm. My legs shake a little as I recollect my thoughts. "Fuck...You...Bitch!" I am panting as I push up to my knees, and then to my feet. And if I pace this right, I want to close the distance between us, reach down and grab for your hair, pull you up to your feet and send you flying out of the door into the backyard!

My toes curl under my tights as you grab a fistful of my hair. "AAAAAAIIIIIIIII...GHK!" I cry out with a voice that makes my throat feel raw. Especially after you make my whole body weight go against my scalp. I was light, but still... it extended my cry's length further. It didn't even stop when you let go of me as you tossed me out like some trash, making me cry out from a whole different reason. It only stopped when my back hit the ground and I rolled once. Only, I didn't complete the roll. I was on my upper back and head only, with my legs draped over my body, soles pointing towards the sunny sky next to my throbbing head. My ass was still in the air when you reached me a few seconds later. You were no doubt trash-talking me, but my reeling mind at least I censored it out with ringing noises. I just didn't have much thought other than: 'head ouch' at the moment. I was not out of the fight yet, but I needed a few seconds.

In the heat of the moment I send you tumbling out of the house and into the lawn. And you stick the landing, pretty hard! That is a 'head ouch' moment for sure! I jump out of the door myself. Not caring that I'm butt naked, with my inner thighs glistening, and no doubt ogling neighbors stopping to look. All I know is that I want to make you pay for making me look like a bendy ragdoll. "You thought...You...Had me?! No...bitch...You're mine!" The pauses and panting just showing how much you drained from me in that previous round. But I am driven by hate and adrenaline right now. I follow your prone body over the freshly mowed grass. Positioning myself behind your back. I move into a seated position, reaching forward to hold onto your legs from behind your knees, to keep your legs bent forward, while my own legs snake around your torso, and my feet press firmly into your face. Keeping you bent over, and now...In another humiliating position

The sky was coming in and out of focus as I lay there like some roadkill. I tried to shake my head… only to find out that I couldn't. I needed a moment to realize that there was something warm and soft pressed against the side and the center of my face. OH NO YOU DIDN'T! I start to shake wildly, trying to escape from this humiliating position. You were no doubt enjoying this after the punishment I put you through. "GEHT OFFKHH!" I shout into your soul as you make me taste and smell it once more. My hands were free, but I couldn't roll away with your hands on my legs. You actually pushed my body forward a little, turning my C-shaped spine into a near-perfect circle, like I was some folding chair. That made me scream into your sole, alright. Thankgod you were weaker now, because this position would have ended the fight. Still, when my hands went to your knees to pull them away, I couldn't. I even tried to grab your toes again, but that resulted in a firm face slap with your sole.

After what felt like a good minute I was finally able to 'go with the flow' of your push and complete the roll, making me end up on my breast and stomach against the grass, in between your open legs. I was still rather uncoordinated from those unlucky headslams and foot smothers, but I was back in the fight enough that I should do SOMETHING before you put me into a headscissors again. So I push myself up on my elbows and coil my sole and toes against the grass, like I am some marathon runner, ready to go. A split second later I darted towards you. If you fail to catch me, I will smash head to head, tits to tits into you. That would hopefully knock you down to your back from your seated position. Then as I was lying on top of you, I would straddle your chest, constrict your ribs with my knees while also snake my hands behind your neck, so I can push your face into my tits. Just to get back at you and keep you distracted as my other free, left hand tries to land hammer blows against your lower ribs and left side. I wanted to ground and pound you later, but first... I need to have the lead again.

The hold wasn't built to last, but it was supposed to give you a reminder of what it is you're going to be facing when the fight is over. And to flash some more fear into you. You bounce away, showing off your flexible figure as you land on your tits and tummy on the freshly mowed grass. My feet land on the blades of grass, and I am still panting, thinking I have you here. Your hair a mess, and looking ripe to be pulled. Hell, you even prop yourself up making it easier. But... "UGHHHH!" It's like your head is a magnet to mine, and you headbutt me painfully onto my back! A flash is followed with intense pain, before a weight settles on top of my chest. "Huuuuh...OoFFFF!" My hands come up instinctively to your shoulders as your tits press to my face. I'm already out of breath, and this does not make things easier. My legs kick wildly, knees swinging inwards trying to hit your back. After all, your body is a smaller target. But it only gets more difficult from here. "Umffff umffff UMFFFFF!" I start getting pounded on the side of my ribs, and now I have two points of attack. The finesse leaves me, and I dig in both of my claws DEEEEEEEP into your scalp and PULL with all my might to try and force you off me!

Hearing your muffled cries of distress against my small breasts made me dampen my panties right away. "That's riiiight. Squirm, bitch! I bet you are sorry for stripping me now, huh?!” With that, I clamp your nose shut with my bare breast even more as I lean forward. My fists were hurting now from the nonstop blows, so I could only imagine how much YOU were hurting from those punches. Each blow made your body shake, and I wondered if it was possible for me to grind myself on you somehow so I could get myself off whole while you suffer. It was just a buetiful sight to let it go to waste, it was a shame that that my hidden camera probably didn't recorded this now. I will have to drag you back inside to show that you didn't win after you have thrown me out like some trash. You were frantic and uncoordinated, probably still worn out and exhausted from that previous pussy session of ours. Your knees shot up, but you lack the power you once had to hurt me. I take those pathetic attacks with only a few grunts of discomfort. Then I start punching harder. You were losing this back and forth, and soon you will lose your consciousness again.. and the fight soon after. "You're going to be my cum slut once this oveaaAGGGHHH!! " I scream out like a newborn child as my already hurting scalp flares up again. My hands leave your body to pull your own hands out of my disheveled hair. It was no use; it was like I tried to pull out a tree with my hands. Your fingers were just too rooted. With that, I am forced to lean back and to the side. Frantically, one of my hands shoots forward to cling to… anything! Just so I won't be thrown off you. But your body didn't really have any good holding points. Your own hair was out of reach now; you lacked clothes to cling to… so I crashed to the side next to you after a few seconds. My legs kicked against the ground as I writhed in agony. From the outside, I looked like an  unruly  child, throwing a tantrum at her mama as she holds her.

While you're on top of me and pounding away at my already hurting ribs, it feels like I'm going to pass out just from the repeated shots. My ribs are throbbing, and so desperate measures kick in and...SUCCESS! I not only stop you, but also force you off of me as you drop to my side. Kicking around helplessly, but without any success. I tactfully push up to my knees, wincing as I do thanks to my throbbing ribs. Keeping my distance while keeping my grip, too. "You...fucking....BITCH!" I pant out, and grunt LOUD as I TUG on your scalp. Pulling your back into a C-shape similar to how you did to me. But my own flexibility has been shot after that, so I have to settle for a sitting position behind you while your body gets bent backwards. Snaking my legs around your shoulders, my feet stick out on either side of your head. And, using my toes as a pacifier, I shut up your unruly screaming by stuffing them into your mouth. "Mommy says SHUT THE HELL UP!"

There are moments in a fight where you feel so helpless and terrified that you can't even concentrate on fighting back. This was one of those moments. You had me on a leash, with my hair around your hand. My brain was just so fogged up in a frenzy from the sudden reversal and the constant head targeting. Just as when I tried to collect my thoughts to even PLAN on fighting back… your feet suddenly appear in my vision as your toes invade my mouth. I gag at the intrusion of your toes, as they were actively pushing my tongue around, like you wanted to outwrestle them as well as you did with my body time and time again. My hands were holding onto your ankles, but there was no way I could overpower the strength of your legs. So in my frenzy, I continued to trash around, trying to roll to my sides, trying to stand, trying to slam and slap my hands towards your body behind me. All this while, my scalp burned, spine creaked, and your toes humiliated me to my core, making me whimper and shed actual fucking tears that rolled down my cheeks and disappeared into the grass below. "Gghakk... mfghhhh… hmmmfff...!" Finally, after what felt like a full minute... I got a lucky break as one of my hands—totally by accident—found purchase on your body. It was your puffed up pussy. My grip latched onto your right little wet blanket that was one of your folds and gripped it like I was a mountain climber. Upon hearing your reaction… all my mental power flooded onto my hands to keep a hold on your sensitive wet snatch.

The surge that powers through me when I land this almost killer hold makes me squirm in pleasure. Sure, I'm out here naked in my lawn. Wrestling a girl who is deceptively strong for her size. But I am starting to believe I can win again after the first KO! You try everything, standing up, thrashing side to side, trying to undo my firm legs. Nothing works. I am cooing. Pressing down on my elbows, with my legs wide open. Like nothing could undo this. But then it comes. That stray hand. Latching onto my swollen labia. My pussy is still sensitive from the gut wrenching orgasm you forced out of me. And so when you latch on again, the memories come flooding in, and in a second of vulnerability...my eyes even roll. And that split second is all you need to get a firm grip. Then I kick back into gear, and free my right hand from your scalp to send a SCREECHING right palm right under your ear! "Let...Mmmm...Gooo!"

Your toes POP out of my mouth as I am forcing you to relive that agony-filled pleasure I put you through. I can see your saliva-coated toes curl and flex before my face as I dig my fingers deeper into that hot, spent cunt. With your legs spasming on my shoulders, I am able to roll my hips and turn my head right and towards you to watch you squirm. Only to suddenly meet with your right palm instead as it lands on my left cheek. The blow was strong enough to make me turn even more around, so much so that my ass slips out from under me and I crash to my side. I blink away freshly shed tears, as there is a nice big, red slap mark on my face. I shake my head, and that's when my soaked right hand comes into focus, and I realize that I was no longer having a finger or two pressed inside your vagina and you are free. I looked up, and I found myself right between your legs again, so close to your pussy that I could see your lips flutter as I smelled your new feminine juices that I just forced out again.

The slap had its intended effect, and you go swiveling back and onto the grass between my legs! For the first time in a while, I'm able to exert my power on you, and realize just how much stronger I am compared to you. And now, with no more distractions, no more stray hands touching me in my special places, I am free from your psychological and physical warfare. Long enough to execute my next move. By the time your eyes move up to look at me, I am already on you. Hand in your hair to 'help' you to your back, before my wet folds meet your lips as I sit full weight on top of you, my knees pinning down your slender arms. My hips starting to gyrate as I start to get off on your face. "Mmmmm...Oh yesss...!"

When you roll me on my back, for a second, all I can see is the bright sun shining down at me before that suddenly gets eclipsed by something that I have become rather familiar with this afternoon. Your pussy. "No... NO! WAI-GHMMMMM!!!" With how puffed up and swollen your cut was, it neatly covered BOTH my mouth and nose at the same time. Forcing me to breathe through your feminine arousal. "Ghmm… pleassghhkk ghmmmm…!" It was so overwhelming that it made my eyes roll under my shut-close eyelids right away. My hands could only grab a fistful of dirt and grass as your body weight neatly pressed them down. My lower side, however... it danced and arched away from the ground wildly, like it was some stranded fish trying to find the ocean. "I-I…GHKK! IMH SOORRIEEEHH!! GHMMK!" I pleaded into your pussy like an overwhelmed jobber. My toes flexed and curled as you moaned above me. I made your cunt so sensitive that every gag and wheeze I did further stimulated your pussy. "GHKKK… GHMMK.. HMKKH.. UGhhkk.. ughh.. hmmm.. ghm…hhkk.. gmh… …. …. …. hhhhh…" I managed to last quite long down there, which was surprising with how tight and wet you were. But it wasn't really an accomplishment, as all it did was extend the humiliating choking. When you finally came inside my throat, my body seized hard with wet gurgling sounds coming from under your ass. My bent knees slowly went more and more limp, and I blacked out with faint twitches from the same waterboarding move I planned to do to you earlier. But you kept cumming and cumming, all those edging I did backfired on me. My soles and thighs slowly slid fully to the ground; in the end, I was some twitching starfish on the grass. My knockout drool and your juices trickled down the side of my face while you just sat there… on your new throne. The lack of movements and sounds I made now was a deafening contrast compared to my earlier struggles a minute ago.

It all happens so quickly. And that's all thanks to you, and the nature of this fight so far. My pussy meets your lips, and it's like a match made in heaven. Every gurgle, every choke, seems almost deliberate to please me. How generous of you! And so am I, as I let an actual ocean of cum over your face. Not only dripping, but squirting over your face as you get left a whimpering, knocked out mess under me. I don't even process it until I slide off your face and realize you're fast asleep! My juices covering your pretty features. I think it's time to take it back indoors, and so I grab you by the hair and drag you along the freshly mowed grass, and into the house again. And if you are still asleep, I drag you to the carpet, where I drop you to your back. Kneel beside you, and move my aching fingers down your navel, onto your own slick, wet folds. Starting to stroke you while I lean down and begin to kiss you softly, looking to wake you up to a yummy surprise!

When my head thuds against the carpet back in your house… I don't even react to it. I just drool cum on your floor, mixing it with yours. When your mouth starts planting soft kisses against my soaked lips... I don't react at all. When your fingers slide into my own ruined panties... I don't react either. I was done. My fighting spirit was smothered out by the same pussy I had been torturing this past hour. My muffled pleading into your hot cunt was ignored, and you took me out completely by opening the floodgates. There was no coming back up from this. Especially not as you chased my orgasm without even me realizing it. After a good minute of gentle making out... my eyelids slowly opened, and I let out the most pathetic whine of my life. Right into your face, just loud enough for the hidden camera to pick it up.

Just like the first time you made me pass out in an extended choke... I didn't know what was happening when I woke up. My hands felt like they were weighing a ton; I barely managed to move them to your hips and shoulders. I didn't try to push you away... not like I could have... I just wanted to ground myself as your fingers made me feel like I never did before. I was touched by others before...sure, but never by a woman. And that meant that I had yet to experience the true pleasure a person could bring on me who had the same instrument as me, thus having intimate knowledge of its workings. Of course I knew what I liked... but now it came from a different person, which was... otherworldly. My legs closed together weakly, but that didn't help. Not one bit. I was already near the edge; that will surely be my doom in this fight. Yeah... this was a fight... right? I remember now. But all my thoughts about fighting back evaporated as you dominated my little, younger cunt… which was ignored for far toooo long in this bout. When I finally wake up enough that I am more aware of my surroundings... you have been touching me for quite some time, I was right on the edge. My legs and the carpet were a mess… and I didn't even cum yet! "Mghhh... p-please… I... I..." My thoughts were an uncomprehensible mess. Hell, I didn't know what I was saying or even WANTED to say.

Your eyes flutter open, but even before they do, your breathing picks up. Raspy moans. Swollen labia. They all come into play before you are even able to open your eyes and respond. I pull my lips away from the kiss, my lips hovering over yours. "Beg me for it." I press my thumb into your button. Right at the top of your slit. "'Please mommy, let me cum.' Say it."

I can barely understand you. I was in heaven, yet my body ached like never before. This combo scrambled my brain, and I had no clear thoughts whatsoever. Probably that's why I parroted what you said... that, and the promise of an orgasm. "Please… p-please... I... ghmm... le- lemme cum… mommyyyy..." I whispered out with wet guttural noises from my still cum-filled throat and mouth.

Oh I love it. You're not only on the edge, but also still not recovered from the orgasm I gave myself over your face. It makes me a little wet, in all honesty, but I have more I need from you first. "Who's mommy's good girl?" I ask you, clawing two fingers in. Feeling my way through to your...landing strip

There is an audible SQUELCH sound as your big fingers find their way through my swollen defenses. My heels press against the carpet, and my ass leaves the ground for a second as you tease me on the razor's edge. "I... I am…! I was a good girl, Mommy! Please, Mom, lemmehh lemmeghhhmmggmm..." My words wander off target as your fingers press even deeper. Your own pussy waters at the display, but you only care about humiliating me furthe... if that was even possible.

The way the words leave your mouth, and straight into my lips. It makes me shudder. I want it again. I climb back on top of you, fingers still lodged inside you. And my moist pussy finds its way back to your lips. I start slow, and then ramp up the hip grinding. And my fingers work at the same pace. Biting down on my lower lip...It's mere seconds before I am gushing out for my 3rd? 4th? Orgasm of the afternoon, painting another layer of cum over your face while I work your own pussy with my hands

As it soon turned out, you combined both of our arousal into one orgasm fest. When you sit on my face again and use my pussy as a handle while you rub yourself on me... I didn't last long. I came with a muffled shriek against your gushing folds, which soon turned into those choking sounds of mine that were all too familiar to your ears by now. I grab at your hips so hard that it leaves bruises while my legs extend with my toes flexing outwards painfully. I buck my hips upwards so wildly that you nearly lose your grip on my clit and folds. Right before I gush out the most intense orgasm of my life... that I can only savor for a few seconds, as you've knocked me out with that facesit.. which was my third suffered KO of the day in the past hour or less. This was it. My hands thudded against the carpet before my final twitches and the stillness. You have choked me out on a head scissors, made me drool against your soles and waterboarded my face with your orgasm... twice. There was not much in the way of winning after that for you. You could have pinned me as long as you wanted; I wouldn't be able to rise for several hours at least, even if by some miracle I wake up before that. I was overpowered, beaten, humiliated, and spent... despite my sudden comeback after the first KO, you have outperformed me in every aspect... and you had won. While my hidden camera, that I have placed to humiliate you... recorded all of it.

Well, you did eventually end up covering me in my own cum. But not the way you thought. I stay there, full-weight on top of your face for a few more seconds. Savoring the moment of not only having beaten you, but reducing you to a pussy cushion. It's especially satisfying given you stripped me naked early, and it ended up being to your detriment. I slide my fingers out of you, promptly licking them clean with my own lips. "Mmmm. You taste like...defeat!" I slide off of you, moving down to remove your panties. Sliding them down your slender hips. I ball your panties up in my hand as I shuffle over to you. "Remember when you did this to me?" I continue to talk to your unconscious face. Sliding your jaw open and STUFFING your cum-stained panties into your mouth. I then move to your bra, undoing the strap, and leaving you in the nude, just like me. And that's when my attention shifts. I crawl down to your toes. The same toes that got stuffed in my mouth, coated with my saliva, and then shoved my own panties down my throat. They deserve some respect, even if they do just lay there unthreateningly now. I start with the small toe of your right foot. Moving left, coating each and every one with my saliva, before I move to your left foot. I leave a small peck on your left foot's little toe before I get back up. Back to business. Leaning down by your head, I grab a fistful of your hair and drag your unconscious body across the mats. Open the front door, and drop you right outside of it. That's right, just like a doormat. Which you serve as immediately as I wipe my soles over your drooling features before stepping back in. Victorious, and very pleased.