Mistress Isabelle vs Ms Spencer (Crop on a pole match)

"Noooo!" Isabelle knew she was in big trouble. She placed her hands on Spencer's legs and tried to pry them apart, but they wouldn't even budge a millimeter. Her head was all wrapped up and she had nowhere to go.

"Wha...what are you doing? You can't do this!" She exclaimed as she panicked in the tight, constricting hold. For the first time, she was intimidated by Miss Spenser. She was feeling submissive, something she'd never felt before. She felt weak between the legs of her opponent.

Spencer's lips began to curl up into a smile, despite the teacher's feelings of exhaustion and apprehensation. Isabelle was begging her now? Again she had to admit to herself that she was starting to enjoy this. She lifted her arms and let herself drop back to the mat, lying back on the canvas and folding her arms behind her head, actually taking on a lazy, relaxing pose as her legs did their work to Isabelle!

"Why can't I, Isabelle...?" She responded, staring down over her body towards the woman. "I'm the one in control here, not you. I warned you several times, and you ignore all the warnings. Now, you're going to give in to your own hold. Be thankful at least, that I'm not stretching your legs with this, too..." Her voice trailed off, and Spencer began to wait, hoping that she would see the effects of Isabelle's hold soon.

Isabelle felt the hold taking its toll on her head and neck. She would have to get out of this soon if she had any hope to win the match.

She reached for the ropes but couldn't find them. She certainly couldn't crawl to them as she was on her back. The figure 4 was very tight and she felt her head being squished and squeezed. Her movements began to slow down after minutes of being wrapped up, as she began to lightly cry out.

"N...no...this can't...be happening..."

"It is happening..." Spencer continued, her voice sounding harsher now. "Stop fighting it, and give in..." She stared at Isabelle for a moment, watching the girl in her pain, then another dark thought entered into her mind. If the so-called mistress was going to keep trying to fight her, she would give the woman something to fight.

The teacher sat back up, abandoning her relaxed position, and reached down, grabbing for each of Isabelle's arms, taking hold of each of their wrists. Then, she let herself fall back to the mat, lying back once more and starting to pull on each of Isabelle's arms, trying to stretch them out as the figure-four continued to do it's nasty work.

Isabelle's arms were trapped and she found herself unable to put up a fight. As long as that hold was on, she was going to go to sleep.

She lightly kicked the mat. She was quickly fading and her struggles were becoming weaker by the moment.

Finally, her legs stopped moving. She was breathing heavily and she was still conscious, although barely. She was drooling slightly as she felt herself slowly succumbing to Spencer's headscissors.

Spencer was feeling particularly cruel tonight. Even as she watched the Isabelle fading fast, she kept the hold locked in, observing Isabelle for what must have seemed like an eternity to domme.

Finally, after several long, cruel moments, Miss Spencer relented. She released Isabelle's arms, and let her legs slowly open, releasing her pink-haired enemy from the figure-four hold. With slow movements, the teacher began to rise, climbing back to to her feet. She was still feeling quite tired, quite sore, and definately was still running on fumes, but with Isabelle out like this, she didn't care. This match was in the bag.

She gave Isabelle one last look, then turned away from her, slowly making her way across the ring and towards the furthest corner, where the crop awaited atop the pole. Wasting no time, Spencer began to climb up to it, preparing herself to take the weapon from it's position, ready to unleash it upon her hated rival...

The figure-4 hold eventually put Isabelle to sleep. While she was flat-out on the canvas taking a mini-nap, her opponent was retrieving the crop.

Isabelle began coming to shortly after passing out. She slowly sat up, holding her head and neck, unsure of what was going on until she finally realized that she was still in a match.

She looked around the ring to see her opponent on the turnbuckle wielding the crop and she knew she was in trouble of Spencer used it on her.

Spencer finally got to the top of the ropes, and stretching an arm upwards, she grabbed the crop and jerked it down. She climbed back down to the middle ropes, then hopped backwards off of them, turning slowly to Isabelle. When she noticed the mistress was awake, she smiled again, started to move in towards her, gently tapping the riding crop against the palm of her free hand.

"Good morning, dear..." She called out to Isabelle as she neared. "Ready to get this over with...?"

Suddenly, Isabelle found that the tables have turned. She was the one about to be humiliated when she claimed to be the most dominant wrestler in the AFW.

She wouldn't go down without a fight, however, as she rose to her feet. She tried to surprise Spencer with a step-up enzeguiri, aiming a right kick to her head, much the same as the surprising move she pulled off in their previous match.

Between Spencer's ring experience and her past match with Isabelle, she had a feeling the woman would try something to stop her. Unfortunately, Spencer was extremely tired and broken at this point, and wasn't able to do that much to stop her.

The kick shot right up at her, Spencer throwing her arms up to block it. She was able to protect herself, but the sheet force and momentum of the kick caused her to stagger back from Isabelle...and the crop went flying right out of her hand at the same time, sliding across the mat and right out of the ring to the floor below. With a look of shock of her face, Spencer shot Isabelle a glare then turned fully from her, dashing to the ropes to slide from the ring in hopes of retrieving her weapon!