Handcuff handicap! Addyson Queensbury Vs. Death by Seduction

Addyson allowed Mitra's hand to snake between them and still held a wry smile as Mirtra licked her cheek and moaned into her. The girl wasn't half bad, she had to admit that. Addyson was definitely starting to get a little hot under the collar.

But when the crotch claw came, her eyes shot wide. She pulled away from Mitra, a pained look on her face as a small sputter of pain came out from her mouth. She clenched her teeth and grunted, keeping Mitra at arms length of the claw before screwing her eyes toward the domme. "Not... bad..." She huffed as her lips forced themsleves into a smile.

Addyson then brought her clenched fist and held it up for Mitra to see. While her face strained from the pain, there was still a gleam in Addyson's eye. Clearly she enjoyed this to some degree. "Still disappointing... poppet.." She said as she extended her thumb. "I wank harder than this."

Addyson would then roll her arm backwards in a reverse windmill fashion and attempt to jab her thumb between the fabric of Mitra's corset. she doubted there was anything separating Mitra's sex from the air aside from the thin bit of vinyl. Addyson would try and wedge the thumb between the fabric and hopefully be able to thrust her thumb forward enough to stab Mitra's nubby clit with her thumbnail. It was a ruthless maneuver but Addyson didn't think these girls were taking her seriously enough so she had to bring it down to their level and bring it hard.

In actual fact, when Addyson took steps back away from Mitra to get away from her crotch claw grab, it seemed like the pink haired slave turned mistress decided to bring it to her level.. Perhaps Mitra's mannerisms had been a little deceptive...

As soon as Addyson got back and was keeping Mitra at arm reach, Mitra would let the whip she was hold fall to the mat and grab at Addyson's arm.. Trying to pull the British woman fowards while Mitra propelled herself off the ropes in towards Addyson at the same time. She swung her arm up, aiming to clap it heavily right over Addyson's bust line to try and take her down to the mat.

Addyson turned as She saw the whip wrap across her arm. "Good." She said with a grunt. but she was snagged forward quickly and Mitra's hand drove into her breast. She was forced to the mat with a thud, her cap falling off of her head as she looked up at Mitra, shaking her head. She smirked. "On my back? I don't think so." She muttered as she slung her foot upwards to try and catch Mitra between her legs.

Mitra giggled softly to herself, looking hungrily at Addyson as she lay on her back, a position that didn't seem to sit well with the British dominatrix. Mitra just started to move towards Addyson, intending to lean over her when suddenly her leg shot up between Mitra's thighs.

"OUFF!!" Mitra coughed out loudly from the kick, her hands between her legs as she slumped backwards away from Addyson

Addyson pulled her knees up to kick them forward and roll up to a crouching position where she would try and spring forward and catch Mirtra's arm. She wasn't going to let the domme keep her on her back. And if she wanted pain, Addyson could certainly deliver that. If she could grab Mitra's wrist, she would try and throw her into an Irish whip against the opposite ropes.

Mitra was doubled over with one hand between her legs, moaning... But again it was a bit ambigous whether they were moans of pain or whore-ish maons of pleasure; such was the way of this girl, could Addyson put it past her to actually enjoy the after throbs of being kneed in the crotch?

Addyson was able to get up and easily take Mitra by the wrist as she was currently distracted one way or another by the sensation in her crotch. Mitra was whiped across the ring.. Forcing the pink haired mistress to run, having the tops of her thighs grind against her moistened, throbbing mound.

Mitra bounced off the ropes and started coming back towards Addyson..

Addyson braced herself as Mitra bounced off the ropes. She needed to show this girl that she meant business. A simple clothesline or dropkick might not do. She spread her legs and then reached out with her hands. She hoped to catch Mitra so that her breasts fell right into Addyson's waiting palms. If that worked, she would grunt and try and spin Mitra into a partial sidewalk slam, hoping to drive her palms deeply into Mitra's breast with the force of her slam.

Mitra unwittingly ran right into Addyson's waiting hands

"Ahh!!" She yelled out as she was pulled up off of her feet, Addyson's finger nails digging deep into the leather of her corsette on the lower half of her breasts, but diging right into the orb on the upper side where the corsette did not protect her... And then she was slammed down hard onto her back with a deep thud, all the air leaving her lips in one long puff. She lay on her back panting softly her breasts bobbing up and down slightly as she moved her across to them, her eyes closed in a squint of pain but soft smile on her lips.

"mmh.. <3" she groaned, Mitra still enjoyed the hurting that Addyson was dishing out on her, but that wasn't to say that Addyson hadn't taken a lot out of Mitra and slowed her down with such a devastating slam... Mitra certainly wasn't quick to try and move from her back right now, the soles of her feet on the mat with her thigh open so that Addyson could see her crotch.

After a handful of seconds, Mitra roll over towards the ropes, still holding her breasts with one arm as she reached out with the other to use the ropes to help her back to her feet.. She was now quite close to Niska who was still looming and waiting to get into this match.

Addyson looked over at Mitra as she laid on the ground moaning in pleasured pain. "Still enjoying it, poppet?" She said as she tried to push Mitra's thighs closed with her feet. "I'm not interested in that yet." As she saw Mitra turn over and start to climb towards the ropes, Addyson would try and step over Mita so her feet were on either side of Mitra's butt. She would then attempt to lean over and wrap her arms just under Mitra's bust and once more heave her up. But this time, instead of just pulling her to a standing position, she would try and turn it into a suplex that would keep her away from Niska and hopefully hurt more than feel good.

Mitra's arm stayed over her bust as Addyson tried to grab ahold of them, tending to them after they were so visciously grabbed for the lift/slam. Still, Addyson just about managed to get her hands gripped around the underside of Mitra's lovely orbs, lifting her up as Mitra's hissed...

Mitra however didn't allow Addyson to get her all the way up for the suplex however, just as she was pretty much fully up to her feet, Mitra would throw her head back hard.. Trying to head butt the British dominatrix, the back of Mitra's head aimed right at the lower part of Addyson's forehead close to the bridge of her nose