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

by Chaos Tue Apr 25, 2023 12:58 am

The two of the opponents, unique in some way, had reached a point of interaction. Between the multiple attempts of manipulations from the Mistress and the several knee strikes to the face from the sadist, followed by a powerful powerbomb. Both brought to halt, next to their metaphorical limits, taking a small break to talk, and clear the fog between each other.

For the spectators this might be a weird match if they could call it, unsure if it was anything new to them at this point. However this was much more than a brawl, it was a battle of will and domination at this point. Who was the master and who was the slave, who would come out on top. For the most part Yumi didn’t even know if she was having the same effect as Paige had on her, her action reflected just her rage and impulse desired into the black-haired dominatrix.

However things were yet to be interesting, as while both were caressing each other in their own way, the Vile Vaudevillian with her voice addressed the maniac about her doubts and overall curiosity. The answer to her question did nothing but shake her to her core.

Trust was quite a heavy request to the masochist. How could one trust someone, when they experience the gut wrenching feeling of not being able to trust the ones that should love you. No matter who it was, Yumi had never found a reason to trust them, and now this stranger was asking for that exact thing. She couldn’t help but ponder the situation. She couldn’t remember the last time she did such a thing, if she ever did that.

Mistress Paige was an interesting matter however. Unlike others, the great dominatrix seemed to be just as evilly twisted as her, and was unlike anyone ever before. The bun haired masochist couldn’t remember the last time she had this much fun.

“Oh aren’t you a treat. You sure are a fascinating delight, quite fun indeed. My trust? A friendship, you mean? Well, I guess I can have an exception for someone like you…” Her voice coming out matching her tone, a wicked smile appearing on her face. Yumi embraced the final kiss, before following along with the theatrics, trying her best to perform like a gracious ballerina, apart from her rival, before facing her again. “You declare this the final act? So be it, we should have our maximum amount of fun then!” She shouted to her opponent as she prepared to finally start fighting.

by **killcarrion** Sat May 27, 2023 7:40 am

Few could say they've had the rarefied and privileged opportunity to observe a bonafide master of their craft at work. And yet tonight the audience in attendance was being gifted with not one, but two maestros of malevolent madness orchestrating a salacious symphony of depraved decadence right before their very eyes. Clearly Paige had this effect on people as the melded mush of the sinful pairings supple figures had brought them closer together than through any mere bearhug. Paige affirming that parting was indeed such sweet sorrow as she pirouetted the sadistic spider away who was clearly on some semblance of cloud nine given how fancifully graceful Yumi spun herself around on one toe. The bun-haired blonde perhaps having more of a knack for theater than she figured. Paige apparently finding even more hidden characteristics and traits to endear her to Yumi by the minute it appeared as the intergalactic dominatrix started encroaching upon her maniacal date for this lovely evening.

"Ara~...To be considered a trustworthy companion and embraced as an affectionate colleague by a kindred spirit such as you is a sacred honor I promise to treasure for all my years Yumi, my friend. And yet what warms my blackened heart even more, is the salacious delight that's yet to come when you've a diamond-studded collar upon your neck, leash in my hand and yearning for the love of my whip. Ara, you can see it yourself, can't you? Simply beautiful~..." Paige passionately opined with a hand placed against her cheek with a finger flicking her soft lip, half-lidded eyes emblazoned with a lusting madness as she continued waltzing straight ahead with a hip-swaying cadence. Enticed not just at the portrait she just painted but at the thought of continuing just as much as fun as her fellow sadist, but then suddenly breaking free of her own trance to smile maliciously and sprint into an attempted close-fisted strike squarely directed into Yumi's breadbasket now that all gloves were officially off.