There’s this naughty game I’ve played with different partners over the years.
Started playing a variation of it back in high school when we were all horny and bored. After I joined the kinksphere, the game sort of took on its modern rules. It goes a little something like this:
If your domme sends you a sexy pic randomly, you have to stop whatever you’re doing, and send her a picture of your hard cock.
It makes for a PHENOMENAL game session if she knows you’re at work, or visiting family.
And It’s even hotter if you’re like me, and all she needs to do to curse you with a raging boner is send a pic of her toes.
There was one goddess I served that REALLY enjoyed playing this game. I met her at an event, and we stayed in touch over text. She had a cute nickname for me, and I was crazy about her.
Needless to say, I gave her my work schedule. Eventually, I was trading dic pics for feet pics nearly every shift.
One day though, she was telling me about how she was in a bad mood, and she needed to blow off some steam. Her words were sexy and pointed at me.
I had played with her before, and knew that she ADORED CBT.
She sent me a picture of her new pedi, so I broke away from work to send her a picture of the result.
But she wasn’t done. She sent another picture with a message beneath. “I want you to use rubber bands.”
I liked where this was going. I sent her a picture of my hard, purple dick wrapped up in rubber bands.
Another picture of her perfect toes. Now she wanted me to write her name on my shaft.
On and on we went for the rest of the eight hour shift. My dick and balls had been written on, painted, slapped, pinched, restrained, all to make my goddess happy, and let her forget her troubles.
If I still had the picture somewhere, I’d post it. I had never seen my dick so purple. It was actually kinda cool.
I’ve never lost a match, I suppose. I don’t like backing down from challenges. And I’m willing to go fairly far to cheer up a friend.
But imma be honest, no matter how it turns out, goddess always wins.
Terrific game!
Seems fun!
Closest I ever came to something like this was having Krissi’s Secretary cue me to turn on and off a vibrating plug as he made presentations at work – was one of those which could be connected to the cellular network.
But krissi is similar also in this way: in summer when ladies are in strappy sandals he had to control himself to not get hard and drip.
His secretary told me that he’d sometimes be distracted and make a wet spot in the pants leg.
A great game and yes I have has wet spots at work