A Game of Chance and Fate
As I stepped into Goddess Si's lavish abode, my eyes wandered over to the shiny box on her coffee table. Curiosity getting the better of me, I asked what it was. With a sultry smile, she revealed it was a card game they played together – one where they took turns sitting on their submissive's trapped face, pulling a card every ten seconds. The rules were simple enough, but there was always an element of surprise – particularly when they weren't 'super fair'.
Goddess Si explained that for this round, aces wouldn't count as face cards anymore. It meant that if she pulled an ace, she'd get to stay seated on his face longer than usual. Her smirk turned wicked as she assured me it would make things 'more interesting'.
Laughing nervously, I agreed to join in on the fun. Sitting down across from each other at the opulent mahogany table, we shuffled the deck and placed it face down between us. With eager anticipation, we drew our first cards – hers, a lowly numbered card; mine, a face card. Grinning from ear to ear, Goddess Si leaned back in her chair, already savoring the taste of power that lingered on her tongue.
For hours, we played this twisted game – sometimes fast, sometimes slow; sometimes softly murmuring sweet nothings into his ear, other times breathing heavily onto his face while she teased him with every gust of wind. The passion and intensity between us were palpable, each card pulling us deeper into a world where we ruled supreme.
As we neared the end of the deck, I couldn't help but marvel at how skilled we both were at manipulating this man's fate. With every pull of the card, we could choose whether to prolong his suffering or grant him a brief respite. It was intoxicating, this power we held over him.
Finally, when only four cards remained in the deck, Goddess Si leaned forward menacingly and whispered into my ear. 'No more face cards.' She grinned wickedly as she set about arranging the remaining cards so that all were face down except for those with numbers printed on them.
With a mischievous glint in her eye, she began pulling cards again – one after another after another. Every time she drew a face card, she'd look at me with satisfaction before revealing it to our poor, trapped plaything. It didn't take long for him to catch on – the desperation in his eyes was almost enough to make us laugh out loud.
When only one card remained, Goddess Si leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms over her chest. "It's all yours," she purred, nodding towards the last card still resting on the table.
With shaking hands, I picked it up – a face card. Grinning triumphantly, I turned to face my mistress, eagerly anticipating the chance to sit atop his face for what felt like an eternity.
As I leaned back into my chair, savoring the moment, she couldn't resist adding one last twist to our game. With a soft, sultry breath, she blew directly into my face, sending a warm gust of wind straight into my open mouth. Laughing uncontrollably, we both leaned back, admiring our handiwork.
Beneath us lay our plaything – panting heavily, eyes glazed over with desire and despair. We had played our cards well; there was no denying that. But as we left him behind, I couldn't help but wonder what other games we might play together in the future. The thought alone was enough to send shivers down my spine.
