Dungeons & Dominance - How a Role Play Degenerated: Part III: Dungeons & Dominance - How a role play degenerated, #3

By Lorena Darling

Alice has lost herself in the fantasy world created by crypto-millionaire Damian. Her life as a simple goth teen seems a long way off, as she only has eyes for him.
He, however, is apparently just continuing the role-playing game he started. Although he presents it as just another session, it is her real body that is experiencing sensual heights and indulging in unprecedented pleasure at the same time.
In the game as a voluntarily subjugated slave, this time she encounters a strange adventure group that wants to take advantage of exactly that.

 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lorena Darling
• Release date: Feb 28, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224396627

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Dungeons & Dominance

How a role play degenerated

Part III

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Monday; third day of Alice's submission

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Again I was caught in the middle of a dream.

I was on a big boat with Damian. It must have been a yacht, but things like that are rarely very clear in dreams. The feeling between my legs, however, was. I was lying on a sun lounger, no longer wearing a bikini down below and felt his tongue licking my pussy. From above, I could only see the fuzzy hair on his head, but I could clearly feel what he was doing. I leaned my head back, clawed at the pillow on the couch and gasped for air. The warmth of my arousal radiated into the rest of my body and intensified until I suddenly felt it in my butthole.

That confused me. It wasn't unpleasant, but it was inexplicable and I looked down. At that moment, the head between my legs lifted up and looked at me.

Do you like being fingered in the ass? the voice asked. I was startled. It was Kristina's face grinning at me maliciously.

The horror woke me up. Her face disappeared instantly, but the feeling between my legs remained. The plugs that the chastity belt had pressed into both my holes had reactivated and were now vibrating inside me. My sight became clearer. I was lying on the lawn in the role-playing fantasy world that Damian had set up in the basement of his mansion. The playground of a man who was both a multimillionaire and a nerd.

And I had voluntarily declared myself to be his toy.

Chained up and stuffed, always waiting to see what he had come up with for me. He was a master at teasing out my kinkiest fantasies and usually went one better.

It is often the crossing of a taboo boundary that stimulates a person's lust.

Yesterday he handed me over to his employee for lesbian play and after my resistance was broken, I felt humiliated, dirty and incredibly grateful. Today he had promised me cock and there was nothing I wanted more. It had become Monday, but that didn't really matter. I was so far away from reality, spending my time off from school in the care of a powerful man and all I could think about was sex. In all its forms.

My hand wandered down to the place where my libido was being turned on. I wanted to touch myself, rub my bud and push the vibrating toy in and out of my pussy to create friction. But my hand only hit the metal band of the belt that wrapped around my waist and between my legs from front to back. On the part that led down over my mound of Venus, vagina and perineum and finally back up over my anus were the plugs that sealed my holes and prevented access at the same time. I only got the gentle vibration of these and couldn't do anything else. It was strong enough to really heat me up, but too weak to bring me to a climax. It kept me trapped in latent lust and increased my desire to such an extent that every thought was wiped from my mind.

Every thought except that of being fucked by Damian and his cock.

Since my hands couldn't find a chance to play with the pussy, they shot up and rubbed the already hard nipples of my firm tits. I hadn't forgotten that I was being watched via the camera in the ceiling for 'security reasons' and tried again to get the observer, whoever it was, to turn up the vibration. He had a porno in front of him, so to speak, which he could control himself. I wanted to come and I could only achieve that if he also wanted me to come.

So I lay there, letting my loins heat up, rubbing my breasts and making moaning noises. It wasn't difficult for me to mime the completely horny, naked eighteen-year-old, because that's exactly what I was.

I gasped and moaned, whimpered and whined. I wanted him to see me desperate. At one point the vibrations actually got stronger and I acknowledged it with a soft