You're in a complete daze, barely aware and conscious, the only thing fleetingly registering on your mind the feel of the woman completely dominating you. She continues rocking gently back and forth, cooing at you. "Hush, little Tommy," she whispers.
Yielding to the inevitable, you submit. Or rather, you try to submit. Her legs are so tight around your throat that you can't talk, and her incredibly soft hands have yours locked in a tight grip, completely immobilized. You try to lift your leg; maybe you can tap out with that. Except your legs feel like they've become bars of lead; your attempt merely comes out as a twitch. Yasmine has you so worn down that you can't even tap. You look up at her, your eyes pleading.
She's had her green orbs looked on you the whole time. She can feel the last spark of resistance leave your body, see the look of surrender in your eyes. The twitch was your attempt to tap, but nobody knows that you're ready to surrender except her. She smiles sweetly down at you, enjoying the fact that you're as cute and helpless as a kitten in her coils, and leans down, whispering softly so that nobody can hear except you. "Good night, Tommy." She tightened her scissor just a bit more and you pass out.
You must have only been out for a few seconds since when you come to Yasmine is standing next to you, her foot on her throat as she does a little dance next to your prone body. "AND THE WINNER IS!" the referee shouts. "THE BELLY DANCER! BY KNOCKOUT!" The crowd goes wild, cheering her on. You groan. "DEFEATING TOMMY THE TERRIBLE DEBUT!" Thanks a lot, you think. You're off to a great start. At this rate you'll regain your height, never.
Yasmine takes her foot off your throat. Taking a deep breath you try to stand up but flop back to the ground, eliciting a giggle from Yasmine and a few chuckles from the crowd. Gritting your teeth you try again, this time managing to stand, although you wobble a bit. Yasmine grabs your arm to steady you; without that you probably would've fallen back down.
Now that you're up she lets go and you manage to stagger out of the arena while Yasmine does another post-victory dance to the cheers of the crowd. You stagger into the changing room and flop down on a bench, trying to clear your head. Yasmine's been playing with you for quite a while; you're quite oxygen-deprived. Sitting there on the bench, you're not sure how long, your head gradually clears as you are able to restore your oxygen levels. When you finally feel ready to head out, you hear someone enter the room. You turn your head to see who it is.
Yielding to the inevitable, you submit. Or rather, you try to submit. Her legs are so tight around your throat that you can't talk, and her incredibly soft hands have yours locked in a tight grip, completely immobilized. You try to lift your leg; maybe you can tap out with that. Except your legs feel like they've become bars of lead; your attempt merely comes out as a twitch. Yasmine has you so worn down that you can't even tap. You look up at her, your eyes pleading.
She's had her green orbs looked on you the whole time. She can feel the last spark of resistance leave your body, see the look of surrender in your eyes. The twitch was your attempt to tap, but nobody knows that you're ready to surrender except her. She smiles sweetly down at you, enjoying the fact that you're as cute and helpless as a kitten in her coils, and leans down, whispering softly so that nobody can hear except you. "Good night, Tommy." She tightened her scissor just a bit more and you pass out.
You must have only been out for a few seconds since when you come to Yasmine is standing next to you, her foot on her throat as she does a little dance next to your prone body. "AND THE WINNER IS!" the referee shouts. "THE BELLY DANCER! BY KNOCKOUT!" The crowd goes wild, cheering her on. You groan. "DEFEATING TOMMY THE TERRIBLE DEBUT!" Thanks a lot, you think. You're off to a great start. At this rate you'll regain your height, never.
Yasmine takes her foot off your throat. Taking a deep breath you try to stand up but flop back to the ground, eliciting a giggle from Yasmine and a few chuckles from the crowd. Gritting your teeth you try again, this time managing to stand, although you wobble a bit. Yasmine grabs your arm to steady you; without that you probably would've fallen back down.
Now that you're up she lets go and you manage to stagger out of the arena while Yasmine does another post-victory dance to the cheers of the crowd. You stagger into the changing room and flop down on a bench, trying to clear your head. Yasmine's been playing with you for quite a while; you're quite oxygen-deprived. Sitting there on the bench, you're not sure how long, your head gradually clears as you are able to restore your oxygen levels. When you finally feel ready to head out, you hear someone enter the room. You turn your head to see who it is.
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May 31, 2023
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