Kasumi's gaze lingered on the petite redhead licking her feet, her face as red as her hair, she was so focused on her actions that Kasumi couldn't help but grow a small smile, the feeling of power coursing through her. She eased her spare foot towards Ranma-chan along the floor until it was beneath her, Ranma-chan was so focused on cleaning Kasumi's foot that she didn't notice the other one moving towards her, that is until it shot upward, stopping an inch away from her crotch before starting to lightly trace her crotch with her big toe.
Ranma-chan let out a sharp gasp at the sudden sensation, Kasumi drove her foot forward, forcing her toes into her mouth once again, Ranma-chan reeled back on reflex, the elder Tendo merely drove her foot forward until Ranma was forced onto her back on the floor.
Kasumi removed her foot and rose to her feet before stepping onto to Ranma-chan's crotch.
"Argh." Ranma-chan gasped out, her eyes widening as she felt Kasumi push her full weight on to her crotch as she rose her other foot and placing it on her gut, she began to grind the foot on her crotch, Ranma-chan's hands balled into fists as she squeezed her eyes shut.
"Look at me…slave." Kasumi hissed, Ranma-chan stiffened at hearing how she was being referred to, hesitating, Kasumi leaned back and pushed more forcefully on her crotch.
"Look at me slave!" Kasumi spat, Ranma-chan forced her eyes open, her gaze locked on Kasumi's she looked so different from this angle, so dominant, so…beautiful.
"Good." Kasumi stated as she removed her foot from her slave's crotch and moved it to her right breast, Ranma gasped out as she felt the elder girl step onto her boob, her nipple slipping between her toes even through the clothing, Kasumi grew a smirk and scrunched her toes together, Ranma-chan gasped out, her eyes closing.
"Eyes open slave." Kasumi instructed, squeezing her toes harder and even lightly lifting them, she slowly opened her eyes once again, Kasumi's smirk grew, she lifted her foot from Ranma-chan's gut and placed it on Ranma-chan's face, her second foot soon following, she just stood there for a couple seconds, tapping her tows on Ranma-chan's head.
"You know slavem, you make a nice carpet when we're married I may just install a spot for you in the floor so that when I'm not using you you'll remain useful to me." Kasumi stated before she stepped off of her slave, now standing in front of her door, Ranma-chan remained lying on the floor, Kasumi turned back to her.
"Do you like that idea? Being my carpet for me to walk all over?" Kasumi asked as she returned to her Kasumi-like demeanour.
"Yes mistress." Ranma-chan answered, remaining on the floor.
"Good, now get up." Kasumi instructed, Ranma-chan moved to her knees and slowly got back to her feet, the scent of Kasumi's feet still lingering on her face, her tongue peaked out, lightly licking at her lips, picking up the light remaining taste of her feet, Kasumi took a single step towards her, clearing the small distance between them.
"Well, since you've been a good little slave so far Ranma-chan I'll give you a small reward." Kasumi said playfully before leaning in, bending slightly as she tilted her head to the side, her lips touched Ranma-chan's, Ranma gasped at the sudden intimacy, Kasumi slipped her tongue into Ranma-chan's mouth and began to coax her own tongue out into joining hers, not minding the lingering taste of her own feet.
After a minute they parted, their lips connecting with a thin line of saliva, Ranma-chan's blush covered all her visible flesh, her eyes seemed to almost glow with warmth, her legs lightly shaking. Kasumi's gaze was warm too though not as warm as Ranma's but her posture was strong.
"Did you like that Ranma?" Kasumi asked. Ranma-chan could only nod in response, Kasumi grew a small smirk at the petite redhead's response.
"Well if you're lucky I may give you another reward if you do a good enough job in servicing me." She continued, Ranma-chan's blush deepened several shades, Kasumi let out a small giggle "Now come on it's time we start our training, I want to work up a sweat for our next session." She continued.
"Yes mistress." Ranma-chan answered fighting her desire to lick her suddenly dry lips as she followed Kasumi out of her room and towards the dojo, meeting Akane on the stairs, they paused when they spotted each other, Akane glared at her elder sister and Ranma, Kasumi simply stared back, unaffected by her younger sister's harsh glare. Ranma-chan avoided looking at Akane, the younger Tendo charged past the new couple, unaware that as she did Ranma-chan got a good view of her bare feet, still coated in sweat, the scent of her body coming off in waves and invading Ranma-chan's nostrils, she found herself inhaling deeper than usual only to shiver in disgust in response, Kasumi rose an eyebrow when she noticed Ranma-chan's reaction to her younger sister's scent.
'Perhaps there's more to Ranma's fetish than what I originally thought.' Kasumi mused before continuing on leading her slave to the dojo.
3 Hours Later…
Kasumi and Ranma-chan stood opposed each other, Kasumi stood in an offensive stance, attired in a white GI a few sizes two small that hugged her figure, revealing an ample amount of cleavage and during certain techniques gave flashes of her shaved crotch, bound by a black. Her hair bound in its usual style, her fare skin glistening with sweat, her breathing heavy.
Ranma-chan wore her regular attire and stood in a defensive stance, breathing heavy and drenched in sweat, her legs lightly shaking from the extreme sparring session she had endured.
'When did Kasumi get so fast?' Ranma-chan mentally gasped, Kasumi seemed to vanish for just a second only to reappear in front of her fiancé, going into a roundhouse kick, Ranma-chan ducked and struck out her leg in a sweeping motion, Kasumi jumped over the offending limp and back flipped through the air before landing perfectly a couple metres from her opponent.
'Ranma may be my slave now but she's still the best martial artist in Nerima and thus is the perfect candidate to prepare me to face Akane…at first glance our speed is equal but Ranma's still way faster.' Kasumi mentally sighed.
Kasumi assumed a relaxed stance as did Ranma-chan, Kasumi stretched out her now thoroughly exhausted limbs.
"Well you certainly earned your title of being the 'best'." Kasumi groaned, Ranma-chan blushed and averted her gaze as Kasumi's actions caused her chest to thrust out and almost jump out of her GI "Then again ten years of none stop training will do that to ya." She chuckled.
"Y…yeah…but how'd you get so fast?" Ranma-chan stammered.
"When father trained us I was always the fastest of the three of us, I had to be thanks to Akane inheriting father's strength…a couple of trips to Tofu's was more than enough incentive and so I focused on speed training in all my spare time until I was the fastest." Kasumi explained, recalling mental images of her as a child running from local dogs, sprinting on the school field to increase her endurance and making sharp turns for agility.
A/N Sorry I took so long but don't expect regular updates on this fic, still debating how I should bring the other fiancés in, how Kasumi could convince them.
