Last night, my spark came over with the intention to have fun. When I asked how they’d like to do that, they suggested playing a game. An idea sparked in my mind—a scenario involving an ascension setup with a dildo and vibrator. I began assembling the rig, marveling at how much my spark has grown. Gone is the fear of the unknown; now, they approach these moments with confidence and curiosity.
Even as they saw the rig and knew an ascension was coming, there was no trepidation—just readiness. We’ve reached the stage where resilience is no longer a question but a certainty. This session was designed to further develop that resilience and nurture their focus. I felt a surge of excitement, eager to see how they would integrate the lesson. Time and time again, they’ve surprised me, and tonight promised no less.
With everything set, I explained the rules of the game. A simple roguelike—challenging yet manageable. Each hit in the game would increase the vibrator’s intensity. No permission to cum until granted, and if they died in the game? The chair would be taken away. They locked their eyes on the objective, determined, yet open and ready to receive.
The first hit came quickly, and the vibrator’s intensity rose. A moan escaped their lips, but their focus remained sharp. This was the product of weeks of cultivation, all coming together beautifully. Another hit, another increase, and this time the moan was louder. I smiled, knowing my sadistic hedonism had found a perfect outlet in this training method. Their determination only fueled my enjoyment.
The vibrator shifted to rhythmic patterns—long, short, short—a slow build to ecstasy. The game was getting harder, and I glanced over their shoulder, watching their strategic mind at work. Their choices weren’t optimal but showed promise. Another hit, another moan—this time the vibrator shifted to long-long-pause, a merciless pattern. They adjusted quickly, their training evident in the way they communicated: “My legs are falling asleep, sir.” I asked if they wanted to end or adjust, but their response was steady: “No, sir. Just letting you know, sir.” I couldn’t help but feel proud. Their awareness and communication were impeccable.
The game pushed on, and so did they. Another hit, another moan, the vibrator now on long-short-long. I watched their body resonate with the rhythm, an eye twitch betraying the struggle. Yet, they picked a life-saving treasure in the game—health on level-up. I admired their quick thinking as their avatar rebounded.
Another hit. This time, they grabbed the rope, moaning and screaming as an orgasm wracked their body. “Please, sir, may I cum?” they pleaded. Generously, I granted permission, and they timed it perfectly, leveling up in the game as they came. The energy of their climax was intoxicating, and I drank it in like a vampire. Still, they refocused quickly, selecting their upgrade with determination.
Autumn walked in quietly, her presence like a curious fawn. She tiptoed to the bed, her eyes locked on the scene before her. She knew what she had walked into and settled in to watch, her silent presence stoking the flames of the moment.
The game intensified. The vibrator shifted to rapid-fire mode—short, short, short. My spark began rocking on the dildo, their greed for pleasure evident. Another hit, and they were nearing the boss level. I switched to the rose vibrator, knowing it would be irresistible. They fought to hold back the orgasm, their body trembling with the effort.
“I died!” they exclaimed, and I kicked the chair away with glee. They respawned, only to die and cum again in quick succession. The dildo fell to the floor, dislodged in the chaos, while the rose continued its relentless work. “I won!” they screamed, trembling with the aftershocks. “Get me down!”
I laughed and helped them down, their legs unsteady but their spirit triumphant. Autumn peppered them with questions as I began aftercare, showing them the photos I had taken. They confessed that this scenario had been a fantasy of theirs and that the reality surpassed their imagination. “I felt like I was in an anime,” they said with a blissful smile.
Now, I’m eagerly awaiting their reflections on Friday. Each session brings new growth, and I couldn’t be more proud of the journey we’re on together.
I enjoy mixing sex with games, but adding the predicament and sadism to the mix just amped it up and I am absolutely here for it!
Oh, you’re speaking my language now, Mixing modalities transforms desire and suffering into growth, a ritual of sensuality, pleasure and pain awakens the spirit.
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