Everything came back at once this time. His body was refreshed, the pleasure had been drained form his body leaving him in a state of natural rest. It was a feeling he hadn't felt in a while, even when he had been 'Refreshed' before there seemed to always be an immediate stimulus to [REDACTED] him again. The speed at which he awoke left his mind racing and kept him from actually registering everything around him... The ceiling of the room was made of wood, there were strange tiki-style masks on some of the poles as well, and the floor seemed to be made of an impact-resistant material of some sort...
A dojo?
Mat slowly sat up, looking up and around as he heard the pattering of feet. Some people kicked and punched at punching bags while others sparred in the distance behind poles and closer to the walls. He wasn't sure why, but there was only one person near him - her hair long and brown and her eyes perfectly matched it. Her footfalls were placed dangerously close to where Mat lay, landing mere inches from his own little feet...
That was the stimulus he had expected. He felt his little [REDACTED] return, but he was too busy staring up to the person who was practicing her Katas above him to really care much about it. Pleasure began to wash over him again as her heel came down toward him at a screaming-fast pace. It landed on his hair, clipping his ear gently as she threw a punch. Her sole lifted slightly as she twisted in a 'fake' grab, followed by a kick with that same foot.
"Zoe. Breathe... Remember to let the moves come naturally and flow." Someone said from across the room, a woman wearing green.
"Sorry Jama," Zoe replied as she stepped back with a slight sigh. Her right foot came down directly on Mat's little body... He gasped, waiting for the impact that never fully came. The skin came down far enough to smack his [REDACTED] down between his little legs, but her foot was a bit back from where she stood and not firmly on the ground. She was relaxing for a moment, breathing after she finished her Kata. "I know what I did wrong."
"Then fix it. Show me..." Jama replied, stepping in front of Zoe yet keeping a safe distance so she could preform what she needed to preform.
Mat gasped gently, the smell of pure sweat and dirt filling his lungs as Zoe's skin flexed over his body, gently and idly rubbing down on his [REDACTED]. He moaned, not wanting to squirm much so he held himself still. It wasn't long before Zoe stepped back, her foot planting on the Dojo's floor firmly - her toes gripping the ground as she lowered her hara into a fighting stance. Mat's body didn't stand a chance, her motion rolled him onto his side though as she stepped down. Zoe was so focused on what she was doing that she didn't notice the little pop beneath her skin.
The technique started out with a block and a throw, twisting Mat's body further into her skin as her foot twisted down on him. Immediately after the throw she launched into a kick, her foot aimed forward as she lead with the blade edge, revealing Mat's twisted corpse to anyone who would see it. Jama was too interested in the moves themselves and the power, not the little bits of grime on the sole of Zoe's foot. She didn't notice...
Unfortunately for Mat's little body, today Zoe stayed after with Jama to make up for lost time. She arrived late, as per usual, and it always frustrated her teacher. By the end of their session, there was nothing left of Mat's body but a light brown stain on the bottom of her sole...