Lilys Fetish - The Black Belt Judoka Makes Him Submit

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Lilys Fetish - The Black Belt Judoka Makes Him Submit

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The Black Belt Judoka Makes Him Submit

Boundaries were thrown out the window as soon as I stepped into his house. The anticipation of what was to come was palpable, lingering in the air like an invisible mistress. He had no idea what he was in for. As he knelt on the mats, eagerly awaiting my arrival, I casually strolled in wearing my judogi - the symbol of power and dominance that would soon be his undoing.

I smiled coolly at him, my gaze unwavering as I slowly began to explain the intricacies of judo submission holds. He listened intently, unaware of the storm that was brewing beneath my calm exterior. With each word that left my lips, I could feel the tension building within me, the need to exert my control over him growing stronger by the second.

And then it happened. He made the mistake of thinking he could resist me. With lightning-fast speed, I took him down to the floor in a semi-throw, his body crashing against the mats as I effortlessly pinned him down. Instantly, I applied the pressure of hiza gatame or knee arm bar, watching as he writhed in pain beneath me. His pathetic attempts at escaping only served to fuel my desire to dominate him further.

"Tap out," I whispered menacingly into his ear, my breath hot against his skin. But he didn't. Not yet. So, I upped the ante, moving into kimura or double armlock, focusing all my might on his right arm. The sound of his bones cracking under my grip was music to my ears, and when he finally tapped out, I allowed myself a small smirk of satisfaction.

"Good boy," I purred, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "Now, let's try this again."

And so the cycle continued. Each time he thought he had found relief, I would mercilessly torment him once more, pushing him to his limits and beyond. My words were like knives, cutting deep into his soul as I reminded him who was in control.

By the end of our session, he lay there under me, a broken man. His arms were trapped between my thighs, his body aching from the countless submissions he had endured. The look of terror in his eyes as I leaned in close, my breath hot against his skin, was enough to send shivers down my spine.

"You're mine now," I whispered darkly, my voice echoing in his mind long after I had left. And with that, I rose from my throne and walked away, leaving him there to wallow in his misery. Little did he know that this was just the beginning of his journey into the twisted world of judo fetishism.

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