Games

Blind Sensations

Steeled Snake D/s, Games, Meme, Wicked Wednesday

“So, here’s the deal…” she says with that grin.  “With it being Halloween, we’re going to play a game with a mask so you can earn some additional play time…”

My head: “whut?”

I should know better.  It’s just not ever simple.  She starts telling me what we’re doing – but I lose track because she’s coming at me with that full bondage hood mask we picked up a while ago.  It’s one of those stretchy, blindfold embedded, ear-muffling, fully head-covering masks.  I’m lost in the whole WTF of the situation.  Finally, I think to ask –

“Say what?!”

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But that would be too easy…

Steeled Snake D/s, Games, Meme

It’s been a really long day and as we’re just sitting chatting, you keep talking, but stand up and do this extremely slow, deliberate undressing.  If you were only listening to what’s going on, you’d not even realize something had changed; you keep up the conversation, you keep asking questions, the whole bit.

But if I stop to watch, or make any indication that I “notice” (puhleaze, not something I will miss), you stop and just look at me until it’s back to normal. Then you move forward… button by agonizing button.  Untucking, undressing, even throwing in some gyrating…

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Game, Phase II Complete…

Steeled Snake D/s, FLR, Games

And the winner is….

No, seriously?  You’re still reading to find out?  Puhleaze.

We all know the naked truth here.  We know how the game is put together… always.

Some background – the game used trivial pursuit tiles (2 of each color) and a die.  I rolled the die and the number represented the question (1 through 6) on the card that I had to answer.

So in this round, I found out all sorts of things.  Things about Howard Cosell, movies, geography.  It was lovely!   See… I found out these things and learned them because I had no earthly idea about most of them before I started.  I mean, come on.  

SO, if I missed a question, it was a task of her choosing.  Sometimes she’d let me try again, with an unknown cost.  I had to say whether I wanted to try again before I’d know the cost.  What could possibly go wrong?

If I got it right, I could try again.  BUT, if I did elect to move forward, if I missed the question, I also lost any other tile earned that day.

If I got all the tiles in the allotted time, there’s a huge reward for me.  For us.  Definitely worth nearly any risk of tasks or cost of guesses, etc.

I nailed it.  You’ll see more about that in just a bit.  But… BOOYAH!

So I certainly had my fill of tasks.  These included things like massages for her, wearing a plug, a lot of writing posts for the site (stories, this post, etc.).  The thing that I most dreaded were the hidden costs.  Sometimes it was leg massage type things, at one point it was a certain number of O’s for her, etc.

But the hardest one of all – the cost to try for another tile on the very last night – was evil incarnate and something that just flat puts you in your place and realize just how little control I have after all this time.

She set a timer.

5 minutes.

“You cannot stop me unless you want to stop the chance to get another question.  You may not cum.  You may not ruin.  IF you make it 5 minutes, you get another question to try to earn a tile.  If you do not, you don’t.  If you break the first part of these rules, you get punishment.”

No problem.  I got this.  I can last 5 lousy minutes, right?  I mean, you’re sitting there, right now as you read this thinking “oh, COME ON!  That’s easy!  She let him off so damn easy!”

Well, sure.  When I have some management of stuff.  But she was running the show.  Suffice to say that it’s extremely frustrating how quickly someone can get you to crying uncle when they set out to do just that.

So I was treated to that giggle.  Her being so amused with the idea that I thought I could best it.

So, yeah.  I lost.  I got 4 tiles.  I worked hard for those tiles, but man.  To the person that invented trivia as a thing, they can go straight to, well, yeah.

So there you have it.  Phase II.  In the books.  And now I get to pay the penance on this one.  It’s awesome though.  This post and full body massage for her.  SCORE!