Darin under feet (Nivel 6) mail warning

So I defined some additional rules to make it hard for me to win.

But watch out, I'm not a jobber. No one said it is impossible for me to win despite the extra rules. If I see a chance, don't expect a full sub. You would not be the first girl being ended cumming on the mat...😁.

Do you like it when you control with the weapons of a girl?

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

Some rules I like - open to suggestions:

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

When you attack my face or dick with feet or thighs or peg my ass, I need to roll a 6 to fight back. if you wear stockings at the same time, you can select if I have to skip or tell me what action to pick. If these attacks are part of a cum test, I need to select to cum.

Will that be sufficient to beat me? Try at your own risk if you dare... you would not be the first girl to fail and cum hard.

I prefer trash talk over RP and short intense games over long games.
And this is a character for games. I really do love it when womens are wearing stockings, but I'm no pervert or foot slave IRL. Let's have fun and play with the ideas.

Lasting memories:

Katha
I must admit that my experience with Katha so far has not been a success. There are two reasons for this: 1) She read my profile very carefully. In our first two matches, she achieved flawless victories with pantyhose footjobs and trampling with her nylon-clad feet. Not to mention her teasing using my weak spots to force me to skip several times. In short, I was at her mercy, and she showed me no mercy, destroying me completely. In our third encounter, I was forced to kiss her boots, but this time, I almost succeeded and managed to make her cum. Just when I thought I got the upper hand and will be able to deafeat her, she finished me off with a hand job out of nowehere and left me collared and caged. Did I mention the second reason? This girl is unbelievably lucky. The first two games were a bit odd, mainly from the system side (not just a boys excuse, she admitted it as well), but in the third game, her dice sequence was 6-6-6-5. Not a single bondage action stopped her before she jerked me off for her win, and of course this "Low Chance" cum test passed, leaving me drained. You just need to embrace this low chance cum test that kick your ass... OK, OK, I need to think of a better strategy against this very lucky girl!

Raphaela
Raphaela was so kind to pick me up for a wrestling match. At least this what I thought. She studied my extra rules very thoroughly and the game started as a dice game on my side with little luck. But I got back in the match, although I was frequently thrown back by her scissors and smothers. She played it very clever. Did I mention we agreed to edge for masturbation actions? It was tough but it was getting seriously close on my end when we agreed to edge on each turn of a 69 battle. I saw the better end here and made her cum but soon thereafter she milked me while pinning my head between her thighs so there was no way to escape. When getting towards the end of the game being steadily forced to edge got me so damn close that I was almost losing focus. Raphaela played with my weaknesses with no mercy. Just when I almost lost my hope a sudden opening gave me a cum test and I was lucky to finish her and win this match. It was a blast. Raphaela talked about revenge, so I better hide...no, Raphaela is great and I look forward to our next match.

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.