Darin Under Feet (Level 4) mail warning

I want to further explore this side and my feelings. Do you like it when you are in control?

Show me your Dom side, even if you are not an experienced dom but interested just like me to try out new things. Let's have fun.

When being Darin I'm prepared to let go and enjoy my kinks on the way to my pathetic end.

Some rules I like - open to suggestions:

Whenever you pin, facesit or smother me, I need to roll 5+ to escape. Otherwise skip.

When you attack me with stockings, feet or thighs I need to roll a 6 to fight back. If part of a cumtest, I have to select to cum.

If you peg my ass, I have to skip or give in the cum test.

Will that be sufficient to beat me? Try at your own risk if you dare..

Not a native speaker, so I prefer trash talk with over RP and short intense games over long games.

Lasting memories:

Raceine
Raceine beat me in a Classic match in our first encounter. After some moments of hope during the match, she was ending me and marking me "Rae’s little sub"
But the real trouble began when I lied to her, when I didn't admit my fear, and she found out. She ordered me to come to the gym and make it out in a boxing match. And the fact that I accidentally entered the girls dressing room and couldn't help but staring at her, was no help.
The bell rang out. Raceine's fists flew with a ferocity that seemed to echo the rage in her eyes. My own hands fumbled in defense, my mind racing with the consequences of losing this round, of giving her complete control in the prize round. But it was too late.
A cruel series of body shots was sending stars exploding behind my eyes, and I crumpled to the canvas like a ragdoll. The referee's count was a distant drum in my ears. I tried to push myself up, but my body refused to obey, my legs like jelly beneath me. "Seven... eight... nine..." My vision swam, and I knew I was out of time. With a final, "Ten," the bell rang out.
Raceine's victory was absolute, and she wasted no time in claiming her prize. Straddling my face, she sat heavily, the warmth of her center pressing against my mouth and nose. Her D cup breasts bounced with the force of her landing, and the smell of her arousal filled my nostrils, taunting me. She was in her element, a dominatrix queen in a gladiator's arena, and I was her vanquished foe.
With a wicked smile, she fetched the strap-on that had been waiting at the corner of the ring. As she bent me over the ropes, I felt a mix of dread and excitement. Her hands were firm as they guided me, positioning me just right.
I felt a rush of wetness as she pushed it in, inch by inch, filling me up with a girth that seemed to stretch my limits. She didn't ask for permission; she took it, and in that moment, I was hers.
"Stroke yourself," she demanded, her voice low and firm. As I began to obey, she grabbed my wrists. "Count with me," she said, her breath hot against my ear. "One... two... three..."
The dildo filled me completely, stretching me open as she began to piston in and out, her rhythm setting the pace for the strokes she wanted from me. "Four... five... six..." With each number, she pushed deeper.
When finally her commands reached 10 and I was hoping for a pause, her hand was reaching around to wrap around my cock. "Eleven, twelve," she went on without mercy, her voice thick with lust, as she began to stroke me in time with her deep, powerful thrusts, showing me who was in control.
Her breasts bounced with every thrust, the sight of them driving me closer to the edge. I could feel the warmth of her hand, the slickness of my own arousal, and the firmness of her grip.
She continued to count, her voice a siren's song that lured me to the brink of release and held me there, trembling and desperate. "Thirty... thirty-one... thirty-two..." Her strokes grew faster, more urgent, as she approached fifty. My hips bucked back against her, trying to match the rhythm she'd set, but she was in control, her movements deliberate and precise. "Sixty... Sixty-one..."
As she hit seventy, I could feel the tension in my body coil tightly, like a spring ready to snap. I was so close, so very close, but she wasn't letting up. "Seventy-five... seventy-six..." The way she commanded me with the numbers was like a taunt, a promise of release that remained just out of reach.
My moans grew louder, my body shaking with need, and I couldn't take it anymore. "Please, Raceine, please let me cum," I begged, my voice hoarse with desire. She chuckled darkly, her strokes becoming even more punishing. "You're not in charge here, darling," she said, her breath hot against my ear. "I decide when you get to cum. Beg for it," she said, her voice a low purr that sent shivers down my spine. "Beg me to let you cum."
Her count reached ninety-nine, and I felt my orgasm building, a volcano threatening to erupt. "One more," she whispered, her voice a seductive promise. "Please, Raceine," I choked out, my voice thick with need. "Please, I need it so badly."
"Hundred! Cum for me my obedient subby slut!" she breathed, her voice a sweet release. I could feel the dam breaking, the pressure giving way to an intense wave of pleasure that crashed over me. I cried out, my hips bucking against her as I erupted in a powerful climax, spurts of cum shooting from me and painting the canvas beneath.
Panting, I felt the dildo slip out of me, the absence of it leaving me feeling oddly empty. Raceine stepped back. Her strong, athletic body straddled my waist, her well-formed ass pressing down on my chest. Her pussy, wet and swollen, hovered just above my face as she positioned herself, her pussy enveloping my mouth and nose, trapping me in a prison of her making.
Her hand found my cock, which was still pulsing with the aftershocks of my forced orgasm, and she jerked off without mercy what ever was left from my defeated loser cock.
For a moment, she remained in her position. Then, with a smug smile, she slid off of me, her pussy leaving a wet trail on my chest. "You see, darling," she purred, her voice low and sultry, "You're mine, Darin. Now and always." She had taken what she wanted, claimed her prize, and now she was leaving me to stew in my own desire.