Dungeons & Dominance - How a Role Play Degenerated: Dungeons & Dominance - How a role play degenerated, #1

By Lorena Darling

Despite his immeasurable wealth, crypto-millionaire Damian continues to pursue his former role-playing hobby. In the basement of his mansion, he has built a life-size fantasy world in which he seduces the young goth chick Alice into another role-playing game after the session, allowing her to explore the limits of her lust.
 

Soon every fantasy, no matter how dark and secret, becomes reality and there is no turning back for her.

 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lorena Darling
• Release date: Jan 5, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224693825

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Not suitable for under 18s!

Dungeons & Dominance

How a role play degenerated

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We each walked the last part of the way to the villa. The building was just outside of town and from the bus stop it was only a short walk across the private property before the estate appeared behind the trees.

If someone had told me in this moment that at the end of the day I would find myself stark naked, banged and chained in a basement, I would have laughed at him. Anyway, the events leading up to this were still ahead of us and I strolled along with the other three towards what was supposed to be a carefree afternoon. We were the same Saturday afternoon group as always:

Me, Alice, a goth chick like it was in the book. Lips and fingernails always dyed black to match my hair, which was also black. I had a slim figure and yet I was blessed with a considerable bust, which I liked to fill out the fabric top over my underbust corset. The fabric thus stretched tightly and since I hardly ever wore a bra, even today the nipples stood out underneath. The short tulle skirt covered my lace panties and the fishnet stockings enclosed my legs, down to my studded boots. All the clothing was black and made a strong contrast to my pale skin. Except for the silver jewelry I had around my neck and wrists, I was a black and white apparition. That's the way I liked it.

Next to me walked Tobi, who was my subcultural opposite, so to speak. He looked like a top athlete. He was tall, had blond, short hair and an athletic body. He wore a tight-fitting shirt that showed off his muscular torso and simple jeans to go with it. In the past, he would have been one of those who laughed at nerds. But by now, many have seen the magic and relaxation that fantasy worlds bring.

The second guy in the bunch was Kendrick. He was a little smaller than Tobi, but still tall and his wispy brown hair literally screamed to reach in. Though he wore a shirt and dark pants, he always seemed a little coy at first glance. Together with his glasses, he looked like the spitting image of an IT nerd. But he was highly intelligent and I probably didn't want to know what was going on in his brain. Intelligent people often have a strong imagination and I had caught him looking at me a few times.

Besides me, there was also another female member in our group. Fanny, just like me, had also just turned 18, but already had tattoos in every possible and impossible place. Some of them were visible under her dark stockings, the rest were found on her arms, where they then disappeared under the sleeves of her crop top. She wore hot pants that barely covered half of her ass cheeks and a pair of simple Converse. Her blue dyed hair she had tied up into piggy tails on both sides. In combination with the big glasses she looked like a dirty mixture of secretary and Pippi Longstocking. Recently she had made her way into the galleries of an alt erotica website. She was also slim and a bit smaller than me. Yet her tits were even bigger than mine, and that was saying something. I was sure that Damian already had his eye on her.

Damian Markov was the owner of the villa whose stairs we were climbing by now. The ultra-modern mansion was a tech millionaire's dream, combining elegant minimalism with classical columns and materials like marble, reminiscent of historic, ancient Roman buildings. As we walked up the shallow, inviting steps of the courtyard, a light summer breeze tugged at my skirt. She stroked my panties and pushed through the almost transparent lace to kiss my labia as well. Great, this summer. Although I was a rather of the species 'basement dweller' and was wary of any tanning like the devil of holy water, but the vibe of the hot