Yumi Kuroushī Vs Mistress Paige - The Sadist and the Dominatrix: Match of Excitement

Mistreatment, loneliness and worse. Anything up until now characterized Yumi, and made her personality broken, unhinged, with the inability to tell what was real and fake, and know which emotions were real or fake. Several years being loved by her father only to be abused and used, and then repeated with several other people. This made her unable to trust anyone or anything except herself and her delusions and insanities, twisting her perception and beliefs, as anything didn’t make sense except her own.

So after all this, was she righteous to not believe her opponents emotions even if they were or not true? After all her opponent was known to fake everything about herself for a living and mastered this ability to perfection, but despite not knowing this for Yumi, Paige was acting just like all the others ones that tricked her some many times to the breaking point, to Madness.

Fighting for survival made someone vicious and paranoid, and this match was no different, after all, it was still a ‘fight’. And like anything until now, it was probably a lie to weaken her, overwhelming her with emotion and then use this opening to strike and smash her around. BUT NOW… It was the Sadist’s turn to show her tricks to the Dominatrix. After seeing it all just a scheme to get her to open up, it was only logical that she would know to make her pay.

The masochist could only laugh, towering over the so-called ‘Vile Villianess’ knocked down, completely helpless, in so much pain. The mistress has been puppeteering Yumi around, but now it was Paige’s turn to be the puppet, a doll in the blonde bun-haired woman’s care and unfortunately, she liked to play rough. Blood flowing down her pretty face, the thin red river running down her pale and cute face, it was thrilling specially due what she did to her. The sensation of her knee, ramming her knee into the gut, the flesh and muscles warping around it and absorbing the hit like a cushion, followed but the awkward sensation of striking an extremely thick part that was the skull was a weird mix yet exciting and it was so easy to make her bleed too.

Step after step, the psychotic villain got closer, in the tip of her toes almost like a ballerina, if this was to mock or not her opponent it wasn’t completely unknown. However what happened after ti could be argued that it was, as she lowered down and carefully and slowly, started to lick the blood, like an animal taste the blood of the prey, and such an easy prey she was… But this was nowhere near finished on her part.

Slowly moving her arms to meet hers, grabbing them and pulling them towards her, rising Paige slowly up, but all of this was to just put distance between her head and the ground, before she rose her leg, high near her chest and try to stomp her foot into her face before driving her head into the ground once more, violently attempting to crush it on the not so durable ground. But this wasn’t just it, as she would try again, and again, and again, repeating on a few 5 or 6 times, to make sure to rack up the damage, but also the despair with her despair inducer. but if successful, this wasn’t the end of it.

“Is this all you’re capable of?” Her fiendish voice penetrated any weird silence that previously set with the consecutive pounding of her opponent. Before long, she stepped forwards and pressed one foot into her laydowned face, pressuring it down on the canvas before moving the other into her face and applying the full pressure on her head, stilling with her arms captured while crushing her head in for a few good seconds. “It’s quite ridiculous. I haven’t heard your screams yet!”

A few seconds after, she finally gave her some space by stepping off deciding to destroy her toy right away, all with a devilish grin, one that was wishing for more.

Shackling your deprave inclinations is a mental inhibition and psychological restraint which every well-adjusted living soul is instilled with alongside the basic socializing norms necessary in conducting yourself accordingly within civilized society. Obviously she herself cannot chastise this methodology in regards to raising functioning individuals far from the chaotic impulses imbued within us at childhood. Paige sincerely offers thanks to this aspect of child rearing as it was what helped make her the independent adult she is today. Capable of paying her mortgage, driving herself to work, cooking her own dinner, and numerous other menial tasks today's misguided generation regarded as adulting. However, although grateful for the constraint's confining the primitive aspect of her mind known as the id, liberating those instinctive impulses was where Paige found true salvation from within.

The Malevolent Mistress found this to be a necessary early step to taste of the luscious decadence she craved for, beyond even what was necessary to embrace her theatrical role on television. The thrills of taking her puppets to an ecstatic climax only being the tip of the proverbial iceberg once she began mastering the whip in her hands. Embracing the passionate hatred and beautiful maliciousness from others was a forbidden fruit eagerly tasted upon, albeit with some hesitancy of course. But with her faltering in maintaining the match's momentum in her favor, came it's ripe flavor again against the savage kneecap smashed into her face before sinking to the canvas in lifeless misery. Splayed out with hoarse exhalations and predator now turned pitiful prey by the tip-toeing psychotic having begun to master the master at her own game. Afterward tasting of her accomplishment via a slurped lick that brought Paige to a whimper with goosebumps trailing.

An uncharacteristically innocent expression on her battered facials from noticing her arms extended into the sky, a dreamlike vacancy to her eyes with her lush lips muttering a half syllable until a cacophony of stomps rained down upon her. Each one seemingly more vicious than the last as her cranium bounded off the canvas below at the striking savagery from Yumi's kicks until becoming intimately familiar with the curved contours of the bun-haired blonde's feet. Yumi achieving her goal of breaking Paige to the point of shrill screaming, muted though they were against the incline of her bare-feet smeared with unapologetic malevolence. Blood caking her face due to the foot mashing as Paige was released once again. Although unlike last time, Yumi standing so close would find her baggy pants clawed at as Paige lethargically started using them as a fulcrum with one quivering hand. Hacking breathes with crimson drops pattered against the canvas from Paige's forehead. On her knees and lifting her head up at Yumi with a delirious smile...

"...SuCH paSSion. iS thiS hOw you eXpress your lOVe? I can taKe iT aLL...aNd We cAn maKe soMethiNg beaUtiful oUt oF It...togeTHer.."

Acting and thinking in whatever way you feel like, without restrain from fear, social norms and shame, Total Freedom, the way for such an evil individual being absolutely free, allowing depraved thoughts and filthy acts to unfold without any remorse. Yumi lives in her most free form possible, not hiding any perverted feeling inside like any normal person would and instead acting in whatever way she wants, her true self being the same no matter the place. However, to this and actions in her past that lead to this, made her unable to do any actual responsible action, having no idea or regard on how to perform some actions, not being an “independable adult of any sorts”, instincts ruling over the opinions of others.

Was this why her adversary wore a mask? A way to hide her face, while she released her “truest self”, her dark intentions deep from within emerging and letting out the lustful spirit of hers. Truly sad, not only needing an escape but also having to wear a mask to such a thing. What was the point of living if not being able to be true oneself?

It seemed there was something that Mistress Paige needed to learn, and Yumi was totally willing to teach her when she was under her care, if she won the match that is. However with how easily the supposed “Great Villainess” was being handled, like a puppet whose strings were mangled and couldn’t seem to move properly, this could very well be the end result. Paige had a great psychological control, while moving her body in a certain way, using tricks to gain the advantage, but it seemed that she couldn’t exactly take a beating.

For the sadistic fighter it had it’s fun, kneeing her adversary right in the face, before stomping repeatedly until she was perfectly used to the feeling of her feet smacking in her face and that of the mat below her. The sight itself was a pleasure for the bun-haired woman, but the fact she was the one doing it, especially to such a controlling opponent, it felt much better than that, her smile widden to how much she was enjoying it. And that was even before the screams of agony of her rival was just the cherry on top, unfortunately apparently they seemed to be muffled, which ironically made it even better for Yumi, a pleasure for both eyes, sense and now ears, surely divine.

But of course, she wasn’t done just yet. Not until, she stepped completely on her face, literally standing with her whole body right in her head, further crushing it between the floor for a few seconds. Eventually she had to get off to not crush her toy further, despite having balance to go for a few seconds longer, and she wouldn’t mind giving ref a piece of her mind, in case she was in the intention of stopping her game. They could be quite a pain in the ass with all their rules, luckily Yumi hasn’t broken one as far she’s aware, not like she cares really, but the less interference, the better, it meant more time to play with her opponent, explore both physiologically, emotionally and physically.

The long Dark-haired woman still had energy however, soon finding her clawing the end of her baggy pants with such a smile, like a dog happily begging for a snack, while a red river ran down her pretty face. What another splendid view. Who could guess that The Malevolent Mistress would act like this, asking for such twisted love from a sadist, one that perhaps didn’t know what true love was. But was that the one her opponent was looking for? Was her rival also faking such a reaction, was it a trap, or a genuine feeling? She showed being good at mind games and it was hard to trust someone that was seemingly tricking her once. Only time could tell…

“How cute. Don’t you make quite the adorable puppy?! Begging for a snack are you?”

Crouching down to her height, Yumi gently placed her right hand on her chin, holding her head making her look her amber eyes, before approaching closer, her tongue slipping out and making its way to Paige’s face again, slowly licking her river of blood on her place of the wound, from down to up, in a circle and then approach to kiss it to suck the blood in order to taste. Slowly raising to her feet, her hand slid across her face making it towards the back of her head, massaging it momentarily, looking down on her victim, an insane grin appearing on her face at that sight.

“Let’s see if you can handle such ‘Love’. You‘re the one asked for it, you fake mind-game fucker!”

The grip on the back of Paige’s head would be tightened, if she was allowed to get to this situation, before trying to slam her head into Yumi’s crotch, the impact would’ve caused great pain if it happened, which made her release a moan of pleasure. The blonde sadist would try to cover her mouth and nose with her baggy pants and nether regions. If this were to happen, a certain wet spot could be felt being quite obvious, being right on her face.

“Like my ‘Love’ so much? Then suck it up!”

You never get a second chance to make a good first impression, Paige's acting coach once sagely advised to herself and the rest of the class. A rather obvious bit of tutelage in retrospect, but one that nevertheless latched onto the burgeoning actress immediately as she carried it with her from audition to audition. Her honed flair for the theatrical at the very least making her be remembered by the talent scouts either hiring her or coldly dismissing her and calling in the next actress. This skill for leaving an impactful memory was vital when it came around to sticking out from the other aspiring thespians crowding up the hallways. However, what allowed Paige to uncork her wellspring of acting talents in her early years were roles where she indeed donned a mask of any size, shape, or manner. An odd dichotomy occurring considering that Paige was overwhelmed with liberation once shielded within some type of facial confinement.

Presently, such rookie tactics to circumvent her lack of confidence on the stage were unnecessary thanks to Paige becoming more of learned actress with time, studying, practice, and dedication to her craft. Now she is as unburdened as ever to be her natural self and flaunt her passionate eccentricities, therefore it might come as a surprise to Yumi what would occur should Paige somehow lose her trademark mask. Which would end up being...absolutely nothing. The mask itself bearing no significance and neither hinders or facilitates her licentious behavior which is as pure as the driven snow. A purity that Yumi continues to struggle within herself in accepting as the unabashed truth, even while the dominatrix groveled at the bun-haired sadist's barefeet under her own volition. Decimated by her spidery foe's savage strikes with a guiding hand underneath her chin averting her gaze upward, the mistress broken to the point of blind obedience until gifted with her master's mercy.

"Mmmm...." Slovenly lapped by her master's tongue, treated like a pathetic plaything was but one mortifying embarrassment amongst a litany displayed tonight. A symbol of mastery over one's adversary with a vampiric suckling at it's zenith, elated shivers experienced before Yumi would even make her sadistic intentions known. The physical strength behind a typical headbutt smashing Paige's flustered facials into Yumi's snatch, a muted yelp muffled against the sadist's flower before her arms slackened on her knees in humbled compliance. An indescribable makeout taken place against the soggied wetness being grinded against her face at Yumi's explicit pleasure. Paige's plump backside seated on her ankles as she became the pitiful lapdog servicing her master as Yumi's elated nectar grew until the natural culmination was imminent. Overwhelming the sadist's senses...perhaps to the point of not noticing she'd been stealthily hoisted atop Paige's shoulders. Now standing tall, with a powerbomb attempted and cramming Paige's face into Yumi's nethers as well.

The world was quite violent outside, all the beauty that it was seen was just a filter, to hide its faults, the evils of the world, the ones that lie, take advantage of others, steal or do far worse things. The blonde maniac had felt it in her skin, and ironically became a monster just as bad or maybe even worse due to it, learning to hate those that did her wrong and act like them, but also love her way of being as well, her perversion. She was quite the emotional person and anyone that could manipulate these, made it easy to trick her.

Paige was finally showing her “true face”, how she’s essentially just a bitch, a horny slut, perhaps it was related with the dominatrix part, or it could’ve been just another lie. Yumi wasn’t sure to trust her anymore, especially after being put through that wicked spell that allowed control over her. The sadist only breaks through by remembering her objective, which ironically was winning the match to have her as her personal toy. And how easy it was to make her drop, break Paige. All it took was a well placed strike and she fell down…

However the sadist found herself, in a weird position, a position of full control, of power, a rather advantageous one, but unsure how to capitalize. This wasn’t a random street where she would’ve captured, bound her victim, at least she couldn’t do just yet, and then there were all these prying eyes focusing all of them on her. And while she was avoiding them, it felt weird, doing this while being watched, being used to living in the shadows and gathering a small attention but now living off that attention. In the back of her mind, it seemed wrong… Unfortunately she also had several reasons to not give a shit.

Yumi clearly needed to satisfy her needs, or at least a way to try to humiliate her, so it didn’t take her long to shove the Dominatrix right into her moist crotch, with such a force that caused a strong pain to the masochist, which in response, only managed to get more wet. She wasn’t sure what to do with such a beautiful woman right in front of her, so for now this seemed the best, thinking of a better punishment for the beauty.

Unfortunately, she was playing into the Villainess' strengths, quickly finding her senses overwhelmed, quickly contorting her head back due to the strong stimulation. Wanting to pull her back to make it stop was probably the best decision, but it was feeling so good that she couldn’t stop, sending her into a state of daydreaming, nothing around matter, not even being lifted up into the air, placed on her opponent’s shoulders before being thrown into the floor below. The crash, causing her so much pain and in return making her more excited, loving the response from the nervous system and making her release more fluids, as Paige continued to overwhelm her senses, as she now returned to being at her opponent’s mercy.

The duality of man was more than just the philosophical findings of certain Victorian novelists, but a way of living that Paige naturally gravitated to as the years went on and her acting career flourished. Fully immersing yourself within the roles presented to her was a decidedly dangerous method of acting that could have potentially had unforeseen psychological consequences. Therefore Paige learned how to distance her natural inclinations and genuine personality from acting performances that necessitated a more thoughtful and in-depth portrayal. This bit of mental safeguarding learned from acting coaches is how Paige never adapted any quirks or traits of the characters she's played on stage, aside from the intergalactic dominatrix which became as natural to her as breathing. Which is why you don't see Paige fiddling with switchblades while crooning on the streets or demanding rent money from tenants she doesn't even have.

Paige wondered if it was this adapted talent of hers which subconsciously sparked such spiteful loathing from Yumi and subsequent wrathful reprisal. She would have to offer the bun-haired blonde kudos on noticing this skill of hers in the first place considering the length to which Paige ensured that it was veiled, a testament to Yumi's honed instincts for sensing treachery. Akin to a wild animal having been spurned once by the hand of man and was perpetually skeptical and prone to bite back at any more offered hands of friendships. It was these specific intuitions that enabled Yumi to bring about her adversary's humbled destruction. The great villainess brought to her knees before her spidery foe with a battered face whose blemishes became unnoticeable when mushed against Yumi's yearning nethers. Awash in her foe’s warmth and wetness, Paige obeyed with nuzzling tenderness and her plump backside jutting out behind her.

Little did Yumi know that these depraved acts were lighting Paige's ravenous fires as well her own, even it it meant the embarrassment of being subjected to the role of the blonde's loyal lapdog. Mistress' powerbomb, hereby trademarked by her as PussyBomb~...brought about a newfound freedom and reversal of fortunes as her suckling facials became caked in the love juices Yumi has promised her. Paige offering a parting eskimo kiss to Yumi's soggied crotch before taking a sultry crawl over her foe, breathing against her foes lips and not taking No for an answer to the ensuing makeout. Inherently sloppy given the translucent nectar offering Yumi the opportunity to taste of her own passion, but ended with Paige unlatching their laps so they could literally see eye to eye. "Mmm...now, exactly what part of that felt fake? What you gave me was real, and what I just gave you was very real, no?" Paige queried with a smile, covering Yumi from head to toe to share the same sultry warmth.

It was easy to become skeptical of kindness from a random stranger, even more from an enemy, when you never got it in the first place. Or perhaps her hate was quick to ignore or lash out at anyone who didn’t have any ill intentions, leaving her more lonely than before. But it were these instincts and paranoia that unveiled her opponent's “fake face”, using a personality that wasn’t even hers, not even wielding the courage to show true intentions. Maybe all of this was just a means to an end, a victory, mentally confusing the opponents with acts of dominance then acting weak and perverted only to strike when they were distracted. What a vicious snake.

Wasting time trying to dissect the puzzle that is Paige seemed more of a nuisance than anything. A beautiful and seemingly interesting woman at first, but in the end she was nothing more than a deceiving and horny bitch. However breaking seemed to bring some joy and excitement back to the annoyance of it all.

At least that was until the black haired soon to be lap dog decided to revolt against her master that was trying to tame such an animal, elevating her high before crashing her down hard against the floor with great force, causing pain and fluster. Yumi was already weakened by this, which only gave more opportunity for the Mistress to take the opportunity and invade her lips once again, this time giving her a taste of her own juices to the sadist surprise. However, it was something that she couldn’t exactly refuse, not only because she was forced re-awakening some bad memories, trying to fight back despite her state. However soon found herself accepting and even enjoying another of her kisses.

Her legs that once tried to kick her out were now trying to wrap around her waist, locking her to keep her close. The bun-haired woman tried to squeeze hard, but her distracted mind didn’t allow her to focus and didn’t seem more than a poor attempt of a bodyscissors, or even just a hug with her legs. Seeing the woman face to face with a  smile on her face as her message rang in her ears, making Yumi think back to the same thoughts she had earlier as a smile reputedly on her face. “Real? Was that real? Is hard to distinguish when you haven’t felt it before. But then why the persona? WEAR THOSE THOUGHTS WITH PRIDE!” Yumi roared at her opponent, rather facing a filthy like herself, than a filthy that had to hide behind a facade.

At this point if she was successful before in wrapping her legs around Paige, she’d try to tighten her grip in a bodyscissors from the front if possible.

In a manner similar to ascending the most daunting of mountain tops once again after having failed miserably on the first attempt, Paige started to believe she was again beginning to reattain some semblance of trust from the maniacal pixie beneath her. Considerably more delicate gloves would have been utilized in handling Yumi had Paige known the lengths to which her scorned adversary was unaccustomed to a loving caress or genuine affection. Malicious vengeance having encompassed all of Yumi's thoughts alongside her fractured psyche apparently shattering even moreso over the course of this match's events, although The Vile Vaudevillian was seemingly making headway in putting several pieces back together to the point where sensible dialoguing could perhaps take place between them once again. Merely coming to this point being a miracle in itself considering the disorderly chaos of the match so far.

Unfortunately this could have only taken place after being sufficiently punished by the bun-haired blonde with what ended up becoming a savage pummel of consecutive knee strikes along with forcing Paige to give her the utmost in muffled satisfaction. The time spent in oral service of her adversary was used as a breather from the malicious strikes, and as it turned out, all the manners in which her spidery adversary felt the thrill of becoming debased were matched equally within Paige as well. The dominatrix enthralled by the humiliating degradation and channeling her impassioned rapture into turning the tide back in her sinister favor. A harmoniously humming purr from a smooch stickened with coated love juices as if making out with madness itself. The vaguely tightened legs around Paige's waist hearkening back to earlier in the match when Yumi believed her foe to be trustworthy in her feelings.

Although no semblance of resistance was offered to the bodyscissors, instead sinking further down into their shared warmth with a sultry and whimsical smile of her own. "...*giggle*...Pride, you say? I'm afraid not everyone is as fearlessly bold, confident, and courageous as you. To be the genuine article, and showcase the purified essence of who you are for the world to see. But what we had earlier was very real, and the reason you know that..." Paige mused underneath her hushed breath before seating herself upward and aiding Yumi to join her, one more salacious kiss taken before finishing her thought in a warmed whisper into her foe's ear. "...is because you were heartbroken when you thought it was fake." A mushroomed bloom to their dueling breasts and flattened abdominals meeting in the middle as Paige began suckling at the nape of Yumi's neck with one of the domme's hands caressing the crazed blonde's backside.

Curiosity could be quite an interesting feeling. One that drives the seek of knowledge and answers one’s own questions, to take risks in order to know. That was one of the reasons the course of this interaction went the way it did, each peculiar individual with their own eccentric and weird personalities and interests bouncing off each to such a way that both were completely thrown off and differently adapted to the situation. At least that’s what the bun-haired psycho felt upon meeting the Dominatrix. She’d usually go on a rampage, sending them on a craze, however she was the one found that was freaked out. Lustful and sexy, The Vile Vaudevillian has such an effect on her that the blonde sadist was the one following Paige around due to their spell.

When Yumi thought she had the advantage, taking the opportunity to finally embarrassing the dark-haired woman after giving her a short beating, a brute and rough education, making her suck the juices that she had on her pants as a little taste of the real thing, the tall and strong villain threw her counter attack, easily picking Yumi before throwing her back down with a powerbomb while using the momentum to headbutt the masochist in the nether regions, making her release a loud moan of pleasure. Once again Yumi found herself back under the Dominatrix’s domain, making her pay back by forcing her to taste the very same thing she had forced the black haired woman to taste.

The blonde sadist tried to regain the advantage, trying to trap her opponent in a bodyscissors after a deep kiss by her, only to simply watch her disregard it or rather enjoy it further, puzzling Yumi. She offered no resistance once Mistress decided to shift into a seated position and pulled her alongside and then engaged on another share of passion between the two, closing her eyes and enjoying the moment, before being interrupted by Paige pulling away and whispering to her ear. This somewhat softened the blow, however this left her split, acts of violence, acts of lust, but mostly questions. Her hands shaken, not sure if to caress, stroke or try to strangle the dominatrix right there and then.

In part what was said, it was somewhat true. Yumi wanted something to believe and felt that was gone, and was quickly replaced with hatred. More curious than ever before, Yumi leaned forwards to whisper to Paige, while this caressed her back and neck, her leg grip weakening only being crossed around her waist instead of a tight grip. “Why not simply finish me off? Beat me to a pulp, tie me up, merciless and helpless and then take me home with you? What do you want?” Her hands finally deciding to move, only going for the Mistress’ big, round, soft and squishy breasts groping them, while the other one slowly made its way down her torso caressing it, before reaching the lower parts, circling that zone, it’s target much like a shark swimming around its prey.

Mistress' deft counter strike notwithstanding, those watching would be misinformed if they thought Paige was left unsullied and unaffected by Yumi's vicious reprisal and debasing manipulation. Sunken to her knees after being concussed with an unrepentant knee strike, where the only warmth she felt afterwards aside from whatever sanguine liquid dripped to the floor came from being forced into oral servitude by Yumi. Radiant elation felt against her muff with every pelvic thrust from her spidery foe with unfettered mastery over the downtrodden villainess with leash and collars effectively reversed, that is until practically both were brought to their metaphorical mountain tops. Except whereas Yumi's euphoria brought her to the height of spine-tingling ecstasy, Paige's lustful fires brought newfound resistance towards being nothing but Yumi's grinding puppet. And in all likelihood, the powerbombing slam was served better as a crotch-diving climax given Yumi's masochistic inclinations.

Tasting the savage blonde's rebellious fire was a salacious delight regardless, but she couldn't have expected for her foe to have been quite so bereft of affection that Paige's wiles would leave her enthralled to this captivating extent. Albeit perhaps it was a kiss in its loosest definition as their lips mushed together with swirled tongues and exchanged breathes before being parted by Paige herself. A testament to her own fortified willpower, although even in this case it was a tall order to separate so salacious a makeout session. Paige truly found her spidery foe to be quite the fascinating specimen, the mistress earnestly hoping her words would strike a chord within Yumi's fractured psyche and barren heart. The nuzzled embrace evidently speaking towards just that as Yumi started whispering her own heated retort, alongside caressing massages upon her generous breasts and honeyed nethers. Paige melting down and purring tenderly the answers Yumi sought for.

"...mhh...because I wanted to offer you something more than further scars. Fellow predators know each other better than that. The nirvana we can offer eachother, could have whatever form we wish it to have. But as for what I want~..." Paige paused briefly in between her heated exhales as Yumi played her sensitive spots perfectly, colored cheeks and fluttering moans further evidence of that the Vile Vaudevillain embraced Yumi tighter than before. "...all I wish for, is to have your trust back. The curtains beginning to close on tonight's duet. What say you to a climactic fight to see who ends up wearing the collar tonight, and no more hurt feeling's, hmm? Whaddya say?" Paige queried in a whispered hush sweet smooch against the nape of her neck serving more as a kiss goodbye before taking one of Yumi's wrists and spinning her around like a ballerina as a way to theatrically separate them before releasing the sadistic blonde.