Elsa works her hips

Elsa had to take a moment to think about her situation. All her squirming, twisting and turning was getting her nowhere. Her legs were locked up and she was flat against the mat. Her arms could flail about but with her pinned to the ground, she couldn’t reach back and grab at Sam. She needed a different approach.

The only thing she could do was bob her hips up and down. It kind of felt good with Sam’s deeply embedded fingers rubbing against her, but she wasn’t doing it for pleasure. As she bounced her hips up and down, she realized her bobbing was loosening Sam’s grip on her legs. Not only was the motion making it hard to hold on, their bodies had become heated and sweaty. Sam was showing signs of struggle.

“Twenty… four!” Sam counted forcibly, using all her strength to grip and finger, trying to maintain control.

Elsa swung her hips up and down like she was swimming underwater after a dive. She pushed for all she was worth in order to escape Sam’s seductive tentacles.

“Twenty six!” Sam said, struggling to keep her fingers inside the undulating vulva.

Finally, through sweat and tireless effort, Elsa managed to wriggle her legs free! She scrambled over to the other end of the mat and turned around, panting.

Sam was already pouncing on her escaped prey. She landed on a mount position, but Elsa backflipped her off and sat up. Not looking back, she crawled away to get some distance from her attacker. Sam chased after her, grabbing her around the waist. She tried to pull the Aussie brunette down by using her body and an anchor, but Elsa hooked Sam’s head and rolled over it, flipping Sam onto her back. Sam used the momentum of the roll to counter, rolling Elsa onto her neck and shoulders, but Elsa **** herself back onto Samantha, returning them to Sam’s pinning predicament. She then grabbed Sam’s leg and folded her over like a blanket around her. Sam was too exhausted to kick out.

Both women were puffing heavily by now, gasping for air. Sam glanced at the clock five seconds to go. She was ahead by points and could take a few seconds to recover. She felt Elsa fingering her.

“Twenty… hahh… hahh… hahh.. Twenty Two…hahh… hahh… hahh… Twenty fowah…” Elsa slowly counted.

She was gradually catching up, but the seconds continued to count down. Sam felt spent, but knew if she laid there another second, she would lose the match.

“Twenty…”

“Hungh!” Sam cried out, mustering the last of her energy to kick out at that last second!

The thrust wasn’t enough to get Elsa off of her, but it was too late for Elsa to do anything else. The final second ticked away and the timer chirped, marking the end of the match. Sam had won!

Elsa collapsed onto Sam, equally spent as her competitor. She also felt deflated, coming within seconds of winning that match but just falling short. Her mind played back the last moments, trying to come up with a winning solution to the circumstances. She kicked herself for not considering that Sam was biding her time to break off the hold. She had been lulled into a false sense of security, freely picking up points when she wasn’t checking the clock. She thought Sam was done and didn’t have the energy to fight back. She felt outplayed.

“Good match…” she uttered in a defeated tone.

“Good match…” Sam replied, reaching around to pat her worthy opponent. She accidentally patted her boob, but both were too tired to say anything about it.

They both panted heavily, laying there like corpses for a minute. The toll of their swim race before the match had come back to haunt them. Elsa imagined one of her coworkers walking in on this scene. They would have thought a serial killer was roaming the pool area.

“You really did amazing back there,” Sam said, breaking the silence.

“Yeh?” Elsa replied, smiling at the compliment.

“Yeah, you’ve got… crazy stamina… and strength, you could go far… if you wanted to!” Sam said in staggered, broken up sentences, highlighting just how exhausted she was.

“Well, I got outmaneuvered by you,” Elsa pointed out.

“Yeah, but that just takes experience,” Sam shrugged. “From where you’re at, you could do way better than me!”

“Well thanks, but I still lost,” Elsa sighed. She pulled herself off of Sam and sat up, looking back at her laid out opponent. “So, what now? I have to do whateva you say, right?”

“Those are the rules,” Sam nodded, still not moving. “Only, I’m still recovering, so I’ll need a minute. I may have won in points, but you definitely beat me in athletics.”

“Does that mean you submit to me?” Elsa grinned mischievously.

“Nope, I’m sticking to points, we have rules for a reason,” Sam argued with a smirk.

Elsa sat up on her knees and peered over the pale feminine form beneath her. She said, in a dulcet tone, “So what then, Mistress?”

Sam felt her pussy quiver. This very attractive Australian lifeguard was waiting for her next command. She didn’t want to disappoint.

“Well, for now… how about a kiss?” she asked.

Elsa smiled, happy to oblige. She leaned in, hovering over her exhausted mistress. Their faces met and they looked into each other’s eyes. Elsa bit her bottom lip as she looked down at Sam. She could feel her heartbeat pick up as she lowered her lips and puckered up.

Sam’s breathing became haggard as she didn’t want to pant into Elsa’s face. She closed her eyes, feeling the warm moisture of the other woman’s breath up close to her mouth. The soft wet lips pressed up against hers, sending a flutter in her chest. They held the kiss for a prolonged moment before Elsa pulled away with a wet smack.

“How was that?” she asked nervously.

“I don’t know… let’s try it again…” Sam replied sarcastically.

Elsa chuckled and leaned in for another kiss. She cradled Sam’s chin in her hand and smacked lips again and again, becoming more comfortable swapping spit with her conqueror.

“You know,” she said, taking a break from the lip locking. “I have to thank you for showing me how fun submission wrestling can be!” She dropped down to give more kisses.

“If you want, I could help you out, you know to improve,” Sam replied between lip smacks. “That is, if you’re interested in joining!”

Elsa sat up and thought for a moment, full grin. “Well, that depends…”

“On what?”

“On how the whole submission experience goes…”

Samantha grinned back. She would have to show her submissive why submission wrestling was something to pursue. That was a challenge she happily accepted. She sat up and turned to the brunette.

“Well then, I have a lot to show you!” she promised.