Physical Domination

You surge forward with a particularly nasty submission mind in move, one that is only more tantalizing the more you imagine applying it to Kayla.

But, first, you set it up with a sudden gut kick…

….. that she catches in mid-air, effectively ending your strategy in its infancy.

Her slender fingers continue to firmly grip the heel of your boot for a second longer, before she lashes out with a kick of her own.

You yelp in pain as the top of her foot loudly smacks the inside of your raised thigh, a painful reminder of her educated feet.

Just as quickly, she twirls around and nails a spinning heel kick right into your unprotected midsection, causing you to nearly double over as the kick fully reverberated through your ribcage.

Legs buckling, you weakly dropped down to your knees with your stomach very much screaming in protest.

“Did I mention that I’m a trained kickboxer?” she taunts you smugly.

Gritting your teeth irritably, you start to spring back up only to hesitate as you find yourself facing down Kayla’s bare foot now pointed just inches away from your throat.

Extending it out with the poise of a ballerina, she smirks a little as you’re **** to remain on your knees, staring down her foot as if it were a loaded gun underneath your chin.

“Was that….your best shot?” you tell him defiantly.

Chuckling to herself, she chides you, “Sweetie, you can’t handle my best. Case in point…”

Punctuating her words, she retracts the foot from your throat, only to spin around on her grounded heel and start to pull off yet another spin kick.

The world is suddenly thrust into slow-motion as you watch her foot gliding gracefully through the air, currently hurtling towards the **** target that is your gasping face.

And in that splitsecond before impact, you…