The Exposition
I have been itching to try out my newest computer game, Onyx: The Game of Sexual Exploration. It resembles a game of Strip Monopoly meets Spin the Bottle, only with full out hardcore sex. It can be set to varying degrees of “spice,” and my preference would be to always exist at the highest level, but I understand that not everyone feels the same way.
I managed to arrange a test run with a group of broad-minded boys and girls of my acquaintance, all around the age 25 in the events of this story. I was nervous that they didn’t really know what they were getting into, and that I might freak out some friends. But my enthusiasm overcame my reluctance, and we assembled at my house.
The Players
My name is Mike. I am a long-time bondage enthusiast, and I acted as the driving force to set up this game. I lived in a large house in a college town with four other roommates, and I flatter myself to think that I have a gift for gab.
Player 2 was a friend of mine, Meghan, who did not know the others. She was somewhat shy and retiring, but sex-positive, and I had a pretty serious crush on her. It only occurred to me afterwards that she must have had a similar crush on me to agree to go to a kinky sex party. She was a petite girl with a dancer’s physique and dirty-blonde hair. I found her smile dazzling. Did I mention I had a crush on her?
Player 3 was one of my roommates, a tiny Jewish girl named Ariel. She insisted that she was bisexual, which I had always figured was an affectation to make herself seem exotic in college, but at the time of this game she was dating a girl, so I guess I could have been wrong. She had a curvy body, long brown hair and looked cute in old-fashioned clothing styles.
Player 4 was Ariel’s girlfriend, Lauren. She was the most adorable lesbian I had ever met. She had an extremely short hairdo and an infectious enthusiasm for life that she wore every single time I saw her. She liked holding hands. As I said, adorable.
Player 5 was Karim, a sometimes-friend of mine that I had met in the local kink scene. He usually introduced himself with his “American name,” Chad, but I called him by his given name as a matter of course. Most of our mutual acquaintances followed my lead. He identified as bisexual and had striking, slightly Mediterranean features, pale skin and carelessly curling black hair.
Player 6 was Karim’s girlfriend, Belle. I didn’t know her very well, but she was a “goer” in the Monty Python sense of the word. When I had met her at parties before, she usually started out quietly, but quickly became louder in direct proportion to the amount of wine she drank. It sounds mean, even in my head, but whenever I saw her face I always felt a strong urge to pull out a ball gag. She identified as pansexual and had a body that could easily attract members of either gender. She and Karim were the two most classically “beautiful” people in attendance.
The Set Up
We used my living room as the focal point for our game. There was a bathroom just down the hall, and Ariel and I offered up our rooms for private play if needed. The living room had two couches and a futon forming three sides of a square, with the TV forming the fourth side of the room. I moved the coffee table out of the center of the room to open up some space. I connected my laptop to the TV so that we could see the board on the bigger screen.
We used a “web of trust” model for STD safety. My last girlfriend had herpes, so I had gotten tested at the end of our relationship and came up clean. I hadn’t had unprotected sex since then. I trusted Ariel implicitly, and she vouched for both her and Lauren’s clean bill of health. I also vouched for Meghan, whose sexual history was too brief to inspire much worry. Karim and Belle both had little cards that certified them as fit to fly. Furthermore, the girls were all on contraceptives, but we had condoms, rubber gloves and dental dams provided if anyone wanted them, and some of them chose to use them throughout the night.
Was also set up a toy cleaning station on the dining room table and regularly used it in the background of the evening’s festivities. The last bit of apparatus was a small digital camera I set up to record the action, mostly to aid my recollection while writing this narrative. I had everyone’s consent to record, with the stipulation that I keep the recording encrypted and that it would never be posted online or shared with anyone outside of our group. So far, no one has asked me for a copy, though I’ve reviewed it since with both Meghan and Ariel.
Before we began, we talked about ground rules, hard and soft limits for each player, medical issues, and house safe words. Karim and I did most of the talking, being the most experienced players present, and I demonstrated some bondage techniques as an icebreaker. Meghan laughed when I tied Karim’s knee to his chest and we watched him hop over to the refreshment table. I was first aid certified and Belle was a lifeguard at the local Y. I know the value of alcohol as a social lubricant, but I don’t like to mix alcohol and bondage, so I set a hard limit on two alcoholic drinks per person for the whole night.
The Game Begins
We started out fully clothed, with most of us wearing socks, though I was wearing my favorite moccasins and Lauren and Karim were both wearing big boots. By agreement, we started the game at Spice Level 3, which included both vanilla and oral sex, along with light bondage. We would allow people to buy up the spice level over the evening (or lower it), but Meghan chose to set her personal limit to Level 3, which the game permits. I was slightly disappointed, because I wanted to put her in some hard bondage, but I was still amazed she had agreed to come at all, so I didn’t try to pressure her. That would be wrong.
To my mild surprise, Meghan chose her orientation as “bi-curious.” Lauren groused that there wasn’t a “straight-curious” option, because she didn’t have any issues kissing and feeling up the boys, but didn’t want to have sex with them. So she set herself to “gay,” and we agreed that she could participate in some of the lighter public events. Both Karim and Belle set themselves to “bi,” but unfortunately for Karim, I was straight and so he didn’t have any boys to play with. I relented and set myself to “bi-curious” as well. As long as the others were going so far out of their own comfort zones, I was willing to come a little out of mine. (Does that mean that I got peer-pressured into sex?)
I rolled first, and ended up on the Fate square. It directed me to describe an erotic dream about Belle. I described an explicit scenario wherein she and I were having a romantic dinner when playing footsy escalated into me bending her over the table and fucking her. In truth, it was a real dream that I had had a few days before about Meghan, but I didn’t tell anyone that.
On her turn, Meghan bought Larry’s Lingerie. She seemed a little relieved that her first role hadn’t required her to do anything overtly sexual. Ariel bought the G-Spot Motel on her first roll. She seemed disappointed that she hadn’t gotten to do anything.
Our first interaction was Lauren landing on Meghan’s property. She showed mercy on the mostly-straight Meghan and payed the rent, rather than “working it off.” Meghan blushed when she told her it was a one-time deal.
Karim landed on the Drop Zone, which lets him move any player anywhere he wants. Karim declared that we needed an icebreaker, and sent me to the Torture Chamber. With that future looming over my head, Belle took her turn, and thus nothing truly scandalous happened on the first full turn.
But then I ended up in the Torture Chamber.

I was delighted, of course, to be the center of attention, and it did serve as an excellent ice breaker to get the other players involved. Ariel seemed to take a particular relish in biting my forearm as hard as she could. She didn’t need to leave a hickey; I had her teeth impressions for two days after. She tagged out with Karim, whom she seemed to regard as a kindred spirit, and Karim gave me a hickey high up on my left arm, just below my sleeve. I assured Lauren that this was one of those “straight-curious” times, and she came up and bit me on the right edge of my jaw. Meghan came up and bit the side of my neck, leaving a lovely hickey. She had to wrap her arms around my shoulders to pull me down far enough to reach, and I loved every second of it. Belle rounded out the festivities by placing a matching bruise on the other side of my neck, and suddenly the tension was broken. I laughed with them and dropped back onto the couch next to Meghan, who mussed my hair and told me that I was a good sport.
Ariel landed on Karim’s Escorts property, and couldn’t afford the rent. So she had to work off her debt! Per instructions, the Jew knelt before the Arab and removed his boots and socks, and took each toe of his right foot in hand and told him a dirty thing she wanted to do to him. She started off describing how she wanted to rub his shoulders, and progressed to his pinkie toe, by which time she was telling him she wanted his cock in her mouth. Karim looked pleased as peaches. I probably looked slack-jawed. I’d known Ariel for years, and hadn’t heard her say “cock” or “blow” in all that time.
I should note here that we were playing with “Performance Review” rules, which meant that the property owner could send the debtor to the Torture Chamber if their sex act was not acceptable. Unless otherwise noted, we were mostly fair about approving each other’s work. I’ll draw attention when we get to the exceptions.
Lauren ended up “On Stage” which meant a fairly exhibitionist scene. The luck of the draw called on Meghan and Belle to back her into a corner, where Meghan would seize her arms behind her and Belle would feel Lauren up. Meghan probably wasn’t holding Laurens arms tight enough to prevent a concerted escape attempt, but Belle certainly got into the role, reaching up under Lauren’s shirt and rubbing all over her chest and sides. From the noises Lauren made, I suspected that Belle was tweaking her nipples. As became our custom, we all applauded the “Stage” show.
Lauren had rolled doubles, so she got to go again. She made it all the way around the board to Meghan’s lingerie store, and true to her word, this time she didn’t let Meghan off the hook. Since Meghan had opted for “bi-curious,” we all knew it wouldn’t be too dirty, but I wondered how Meghan felt about being in the second scene in a row with Lauren.
Being so close to Belle’s full-on grope earlier had apparently whetted Meghan’s appetite. She sat herself in Meghan’s lap and told “Santa” about what she wanted to have happen to her tonight. Her vocabulary and imagination weren’t very graphic, but she was certainly into it, asked for a sensual massage and oral sex. Lauren, meanwhile, seemed delighted to caress Meghan while she talked.
Lauren, by the way, had rolled doubles again. From Meghan’s lingerie store, she went to the Torture chamber. The torture she was assigned was oddly similar to the On Stage card she’d drawn, and she spent her starting Opt Out to avoid the do-over. We teased her for being the first to wimp out, but Meghan looked a little relieved not to be drawn into yet another girl-on-girl encounter.
Per another card, Belle played the policewoman giving Karim a rather unprofessional frisking for concealed weapons. She seemed particularly intent on making sure that wasn’t a club in his pocket. Ariel commented that he was lucky that Belle hadn’t insisted on a full cavity search.
My next roll of the dice took me from the Torture Chamber to Center Stage. I don’t normally consider myself an exhibitionist, but I sure did seem to be pulling that duty a lot in the first few rounds. Ariel and I were to act out a short roleplaying scene, with Karim directing, in which Ariel was a no-nonsense cop and I was a thief she had just caught. Karim did a good job calibrating the scene to the current level of dress and spice, though I could imagine how much kinkier the “interrogation” might have been had we been further into the game.
Karim brought a chair into the middle of the living room and Ariel handcuffed me to it, then she walked in slow circles around me, telling me how much trouble I was in. She slapped me around a little, which was exhilarating with my hands cuffed behind me, and finally had planted her foot on my crotch and leaned in a little before I “confessed.” Cue applause. We took bows, me still cuffed to the chair, and then she released me and it was Meghan’s turn.
Meghan landed on the market, and opted to buy a trip to the Drop Zone. There, she chose to have me air-lifted to Belle’s “Toys-B-Us” property on my next turn. I grumbled about how I was hardly able to move around on my own, but I was secretly pleased that she had picked me! I would rather she had dropped me on her square, but maybe she thought that would be too forward. Or maybe she just thought it would be hot to see Belle play with me.
Before I got there, though, Fate had other plans for Karim and me. Karim drew a card that had him pose for some erotic photographs taken by yours truly, and also instructed me to take off his shirt. By agreement, I used Karim’s phone to take the pictures for real, and he could decide if he wanted to keep them or not. I got into it, following the card’s instructions to fondle and kiss him as I did. It didn’t do much for me, but Belle wolf-whistled at us, and Karim seemed to have fun.
His shirt came off, and it was striking to me that he was already topless when no one else had even taken their socks off. I was also irritated. Karim’s abs looked like he did crunches 27 hours a day. My abs look like I can’t afford to feed myself very well.
And then it was time for my date with Belle, as requested by Meghan. I had enough money to pay the rent, and I flirted with the idea. Belle wasn’t my favorite person in the room, but I know what the people want, and it was my stupid game, anyway. I chose to work it off. It was actually a fairly tame card, asking me to take Belle’s socks off and give her foot a palm-reading. I had some fun with it, predicting an episode in her future that had an extremely gratuitous, porn-movie setup that ended with nothing happened. Everyone laughed, including Belle, but she retaliated by giving me a bad performance review, sending me back to the Torture Chamber.
As my punishment, Ariel and Meghan took off my moccasins and each of them tickled one of my feet until I said “Uncle.” I tried to tough it out, I really did. But I am so incredibly ticklish that they had barely started before I was too overcome to take it. I cried out “Uncle,” but Ariel decided on her own that she wouldn’t stop until I had said “Uncle” to each girl individually. She stopped only after I almost involuntarily kicked her in the face.
My transgressions atoned for, the game continued. Lesbian Lauren paid rent to Karim rather than servicing him, and he used the money to make a risky purchase of Club Latex. I ended up in a secret tryst with Ariel, who was to give me ten kisses in ten seconds, anywhere she wanted. With her instinct for the jugular, she knew she could have some fun my targeting my feet. She gave each sole four kisses, then ended by kissing my forehead in mouth. I managed not to break her nose with an involuntary spasm, and thanked her afterward.
I’ll confess, this much attention from my longtime-friend and roommate was exciting. I had often thought she was cute, though she wasn’t my type, and yet it was a strong turn-on to have her worshipping my feet. And I don’t even consider myself to have a foot fetish!
Lauren ended up in the market, and she opted to raise the spice level. I was ecstatic! I kept an eye on Meghan, though, so far the most conservative of our group. The change didn’t directly affect her, as her own lower spice setting would prevent her from participating in anything at Level 4, which included anal play and heavier bondage.
A fate card added our first long-term effect to the game. Ariel kidnapped Belle and programmed her in a secret lab to become a sex-starved maniac when Ariel touched her shoulder. Ariel tested it out a few times while we watched, and each time Belle would start aggressively making out with her until Ariel took her hand away, at which point Belle would stop and pout. It was fun to watch, and Belle kept it in mind throughout the night. Anytime Ariel didn’t feel she was getting enough attention, she would touch Bell’s shoulder and collect some aggressive kisses.
Finally under my own power, I achieved my dream of landing on Meghan’s lingerie square. I teasingly asked her if she needed the rent money, but I was always going to work it off. Meghan scooted down the couch and swung her legs up, resting her feet lightly in my lap. I peeled her socks off and gave her a long, slow foot rub. She let out a long sigh of pleasure, and I would have done the same if I didn’t think it would seem less than manly.
Ariel landed on Karim’s square, and worked off her rent by laying him down on his back and smothering his bare chest with kisses. Lauren looked particularly turned on, and I wondered if she regretted no picking “bi,” but I reasoned that she’d probably be glad of her decision by the time we were all naked.
Lauren and Ariel had a really sexy roleplaying scenario in which they pretended to be strangers meeting in an airport bar. They kissed tentatively, as though they had never done it before, and then proceeded to get hotter and heavier until they had stepped just past the line of acceptable PDA, even for a bar. It was very hot.
Karim landed on Meghan’s square with me, and he got to kneel in front of her and lean close, kissing her neck and fondling her breasts through her shirt. Per the card, he was also whispering in her ear about his skill at pleasing women. I don’t know what he said to her, but I could see her blush. I half-expected to feel a flash of jealousy, and was prepared to chastise myself for the negative emotion in this positive space. To my surprise though, I felt only envy (a distinction that makes sense in my mind). I wasn’t mad that Karim got to do those things to her, I was just excited to get to do those things to her later.
Next, Belle took Karim in her arms and started teasing him, grinding against him while he kissed her neck and squeezed her ass. By the end he was visibly aroused, even through his jeans. It was around this time that I finally got to purchase my first property; I had spent so much time being moved around the board for the amusement of the others that I had been unable to get my own place. I bought the “Massage Parlor,” which everyone who had every had a backrub from me agreed was fitting.
I was lucky enough to roll doubles, and after my big real estate conquest I ended up getting a serious tease from Ariel. She sat in my lap, grinding against my crotch while I thought desperately about baseball (which I don’t know anything about, so it probably didn’t work very well). She was clearly sold on the premise of the game, because she was also stroking my sides and thighs, rubbing against my nipples through my shirt and kissing my neck. I loved it.
I moved next to the Drop Zone, and got to choose my victim. I thought about sending Meghan to the Torture Chamber, because I wanted to see her squirm, but I settled for sending her to my new massage parlor. She opted to work off the debt. I got a slightly disappointing hand massage. I’m sure she did her best, but it would take a real maestro to pull off an erotic hand massage. I sent her to the Torture Chamber for her “failure.”
Her torture was to be pushed down to the ground by Karim, who nibbled and sucked at her neck while pinning her wrists to the floor. She writhed under him until she begged him to stop, which he promptly did. I gave her a smile and a hand up for being a good sport.
Ariel landed on the Market square, and spent a fair chunk of her bankroll on a random encounter and a trip to the Drop Zone. For her random encounter, her girlfriend Lauren lovingly removed her socks and washed her feet with a sponge and a bowl of warm water. She then polished off the foot worship by licking, sucking, and kissing every one of Ariel’s toes while telling her how good her tongue would be if it were in Ariel’s mouth or pussy. It was extremely hot. Even Meghan looked turned on. Belle and Karim both had to make a trip to the bathroom, and I suspect that they had to burn off some sexual tension for a couple of minutes.
With her Drop Zone, Ariel sent Lauren to Meghan’s lingerie store to “share the wealth.” Meghan got to give a slow, tentative, very instructive kiss to Lauren. I couldn’t help wondering if Meghan could taste Ariel’s feet on the girl’s mouth. She told Lauren exactly how she liked to be kissed, and I took careful mental notes.
Belle returned from the bathroom just in time to roll a trip to Ariel’s “Internet Café” square, and the two girls stood facing each other and slowly rubbed their hands over each other’s chests and played with each other’s nipples through the thin fabric of their shirts. It was clear for the peanut gallery that Belle wasn’t wearing a bra.
I was required to share a sexual fantasy with the class. I described one that I felt was unusual enough to merit some interest, in which I was buried up to my next in sand or soft earth, and had a beautiful girl sit in front of me and push my face into her pussy. I had to eat her out while I was helpless to move anything below my jaw.
Karim looked dubious. Ariel looked like she was filing away a mental note. I was too scared to check Meghan’s reaction. I had rolled doubles and was able to make my second real estate purchase, buying “The Dungeon,” the most expensive and highest rent property in the game. That pretty much required anyone who landed there to service me, unless they had mad bank. I was mostly pleased to finally own a dungeon.
Ariel had the poor fortune to land on the Torture Chamber, but by wild luck pulled the friendliest card in the torture deck, “Choose Your Own Adventure.” All five of us gathered around her and she got to pick her punishment. She requested slapping, spanking, paddling, and hair-pulling. I evened up for her slapping me around in the early phases of the game by giving her an open-palmed slap that sounded like a gunshot. Karim and Belle (who I was coming to sense had a streak of the sadist in her) took turns smacking her backside with a paddle, and Lauren spanked her with her bare hand, and seemed to do a little more squeezing than striking. Meghan gave her a couple of firm hair tugs just to say she did.
Lauren landed in the Drop Zone. Perhaps in retaliation for my slapping her girlfriend, she declared that everyone missed torturing me, and zapped me to the Torture Chamber. I get no respect. However, Belle beat me to the Chamber with an unlucky roll.
I was keenly aware that she was getting the card I would have drawn. She drew one that required her to stand passively while the rest of us tickled, nipped and bit her sixty seconds. I tried to make her scream, because I was keenly aware that I might be getting a far worse punishment than the one she had snatched from me.
I didn’t succeed, though I left some interesting marks on her arms and shoulders. By some software glitch, I was spared the Torture Chamber and allowed to continue to Ariel’s square. I spent ninety seconds petting and kissing her while telling her in explicit detail how I wanted to tie her on her knees and fuck her throat once she was naked. I thought I did an amazing job, but she declared that I had skated on punishment by the glitch and used the Performance Evaluation to send me back to the Chamber I had avoided. I hoped idly that the game wasn’t tracking my stats, because I’d look like a miserable renter.
For my punishment, I was to remove my shirt and twist my own nipples until I thought I had paid my debt. I gave it a lot, perhaps trying to show the girls that I liked it rough, or perhaps trying to draw attention away from my unimpressive musculature. Go go gadget, body issues!
The girls made a few jokes about how they had maneuvered the men to be shirtless. Lauren looked disinterested. If we hadn’t collected phones at the door, I imagine she would have been checking texts. Ariel used most of her bankroll to buy a random encounter, perhaps hoping for a forbidden tryst with a stranger… and ended up drawing her girlfriend.
They pulled a fun roleplaying scenario in which Ariel was a naïve bounty hunter who caught legendary con artist Lauren, who had to use her feminine wiles to convince Ariel to let her go. I offered Ariel some handcuffs, but she asked me to show her a simple rope tie to use instead, and the two girls played their roles to the hilt, with Lauren wheedling and rubbing and promising sexual favors until Ariel untied her.
Lauren ended up rolling her way to the Torture Chamber, which I considered poetic justice for her trying to send me there. Ariel unlaced her boots and tickled her feet for thirty seconds, and I learned that Lauren was nearly as ticklish as I was. I don’t know why the system kept pairing them. Maybe it sensed that they were a couple? But I felt vaguely bad. It was like they had showed up to a swingers’ party and found that no one was available to have sex with them but each other.
By now, we all had bare feet and Karim and I were shirtless. Karim became our real estate king with three properties, which I considered dangerous, as the upkeep now exceeded his regular income. Belle found her way to one of Ariel’s properties, and eagerly decided to work off the debt. She became Ariel’s body servant for a couple of minutes, and submissively followed Ariel’s commands to remove her shirt and bra. Ariel commanded her to pull the shirt up and over her head, trapping her arms behind her, and even had her slide her bra straps down with her teeth. At Karim’s shouted suggestion, Ariel commanded Belle to put her hands behind her back and lick and suck at her nipples. Karim and I gravely shook Ariel’s hand, welcoming her to the Shirtless Brotherhood.
Meghan took a trip to the market and boldly purchased both a random encounter and a trip to the Drop Zone. It put her low on cash, but she was really getting into the action now, and she told me later that she was hoping to accelerate the clothing loss. She drew an encounter with Karim, and he laid down on the floor.
Meghan straddled him in the cowgirl position, and she moved her hips in slow, provocative circles while he stripped off her shirt and bra. She took his hands and placed them on her breasts, and continued grinding against him until his back began to arch. Then she abruptly stood up, smiled, and said “Just kidding!” and strutted back to the couch we shared. I admired her breasts, and I imagined that I was subtle about it. I almost certainly wasn’t. She boldly sent me directly to her lingerie store, and I was practically drooling.
Karim got to stage an impromptu dating show with Ariel and Meghan as contestants. He got to ask each girl three questions. I learned that Ariel had a clit piercing and that Meghan doesn’t put out on first dates. He declared Ariel the winner and gave her a long, hot, steamy kiss.
Belle has somehow acquired a huge bankroll, and bought everything in sight at the Market, including a rise in the Spice Level. We were now at the max level, just as I’d hoped we would be. She also bought a random encounter, a trip to the Drop Zone and an extra turn, guaranteeing that it would be the Belle Show starring Belle with special guest star Belle before I got sent to Meghan’s square.

Belle drew the spiciest card that we had yet drawn, and I was the lucky recipient. I slowly stripped her of her shirt (I was right; she hadn’t worn a bra to the party) and licked and fondled her nipples until they were tight and erect. I grabbed a pair of Japanese Clover clamps connected with a long chain and placed them gingerly at the base of her nipples. Then I grabbed the chain and yanked hard, eliciting a sharp and surprised yelp. I continued pulling and licking and sucking them until she was visibly squirming. Once I thought she’s had enough, I released the clamps, and she screamed as the blood flowed back to her swollen and puffy nipples.
At a whispered suggestion from Karim, Belle sent Meghan to the dungeon I owned. He was no dummy, and had apparently decided to facilitate my poorly-hidden desire to make out with Meghan. Belle followed his lead, perhaps thinking I’d earned it after my virtuoso nipple torture.
Then Belle took her last purchase, the extra turn, and ended up on Karim’s square. She knelt in front of him, and as she rubbed her hands over had chest and legs, he told her the story of the first time the two of them had had sex in explicit detail. As the story heated up, she unzipped his pants and slowly slid them down and off. Karim was wearing cotton button-fly boxers with little hearts and Arabic writing on them.
At this point, Lauren called for a break. We took ten minutes to eat, drink, pee, and smoke. During the break, Meghan approached me privately in the kitchen. She asked if she could change her personal spice limit. I considered. She stood close to me, bare breasted, nipples erect, and pupils the size of dinner plates. I asked her if she was sure. She told me that she had been really turned on by my treatment of Belle a few minutes before, and wanted to participate in the kinkier stuff. I demurred; after all, the higher spice levels had things a lot less wholesome than nipple clamps. She assured me that she was game, and wisely pointed out that she had Opt Outs if something she really didn’t want come up. Well, she was an adult, and she hadn’t had any alcohol since the glass of wine when she first got here, so I acquiesced.
When we sat back down, we had three topless women, Karim was in his boxers, and I was excited. It was my turn, and I was headed to Meghan’s property at her insistence. I laid down on my back and Meghan knelt over me. While she squirmed and struggled above me, occasionally distracting me with a hand rubbing my crotch or grinding her pelvis against me, I tried to unbutton and remove her pants. I didn’t have great leverage from my position, and her jeans were hella tight, but I eventually peeled her pants off, revealing some cute red panties with little decorative bows. I was thoroughly aroused, and couldn’t wait to get deeper into the game and further from my clothes.
Meghan couldn’t afford the rent in the Dungeon, (as I planned) and she had to work it off. I took a moment to enjoy the implicit roleplaying of the situation, a tenant who can’t afford her rent and needed to pay her landlord with sexual favors. To obey the card, I once more laid down in front of Meghan, but this time she was to pleasure my nipples with her toes. I was reminded that she had been a dancer since she was a little girl, and her long and clever toes pinched and twisted my nipples while her soles brushed against my chest. Again, I don’t consider myself to be a foot fetishist, but it was a powerful turn on.
Ariel then likewise fell into my dungeon, and likewise couldn’t afford the rent. I stretched out comfortably on the couch while Ariel gave me a buck rub. She was only so-so at it, but she did use one of the massage oils we had on the toy table, so that was a neat sensation. Normally I give the back rubs in my relationships, and so it was satisfying to receive even an inexpert one in return.
Lauren was so excited to land on Belle’s square that she didn’t wait to read the action box that came up… and accidentally hit the button to pay the rent, rather than work it off. She punched Karim’s shoulder in frustration. Karim likewise landed on Belle’s square, and worked off his rent by rubbing a vibrator slowly across her stomach and breasts before using it to stimulate her nipples to a high state of arousal. I was beginning to wonder if the poor girl’s nipples were going to burst into flame.
Belle managed to land on Lauren’s “Disco City” square and decided to work off her debt. She stood behind Lauren and slid her hands up under her shirt. She slowly stripped the little lesbian of her shirt and bra. Once Lauren’s modest breasts were free, Belle traced a line of kisses up one of her shoulders and down the other, and then roughly pushed her back onto the couch.
Ariel landed on the Drop Zone and decided that Belle needed to be placed in the Torture Chamber. Zap! and that problem was corrected. Ariel’s doubles roll allowed her another turn, and she ended up in my massage parlor. In a scene strikingly reminiscent of our first roleplay together, she was the cop who suspected the bulge in my pants was a concealed weapon, and needed to strip search me. When she frisked me, her fingers brushed against my erection, and I surprised myself with an audible groan. She declared this to be evidence that she had discovered what I was hiding, and she cuffed me again while she stripped my pants off. Once I was down to my silky boxer-briefs, it seemed clear that I wasn’t sporting any weapons, though I did have an embarrassing wet spot. Ariel was very thorough in her pat down, and afterward “forgot” to uncuff me, so I sat back down with my hands pinioned behind me. I felt vaguely amused that this had allegedly been her way of “working off her debt.”
Karim expanded his real estate empire to the final unpurchased square on the board, and now the Monopoly farce was pretty much disposed of; we were just playing the game as an excuse to screw each other, after all. But on it went.
Karim landed in my dungeon, and the card called for him to give me an exotic dance and take my boxers off. I was still holding out for a girl to have that honor, so I spent an Opt Out. I don’t think Karim took it personally, though I was aware that he hadn’t gotten any play since his girlfriend had pulled his pants off a half an hour before.
Belle was then ready for her date with the torturer, who turned out to be Karim. While she stood with her hands behind her head, fingers interlaced, Karim grabbed the wooden paddle and beat her breasts until they were red and tender. I could see Lauren cringing, and I was wondering what that would feel like if she was still wearing the nipple clamps (like I was still wearing the damn cuffs).

My fondest wishes came true when I landed on Meghan’s square yet again and drew a card that seemed tailor-made for me. I’m not too proud to admit it. Unfortunately, my hands were still cuffed behind me, and Ariel didn’t seem inclined to release me. So Meghan did most of the rubbing, and I made up for it with as much kissing as I could muster, recalling how Meghan had taught Lauren to kiss her earlier. We probably took way too long on this, because for a few moments it was like she and I weren’t standing in a room with four people watching us. She slid around behind me and kissed the back and sides of my neck, and I stroked her inner thighs and slid a knuckle up and down the mound of her pussy through her panties as she got wetter and wetter.
Finally, she was on the edge of orgasm, her breathing short and raspy, and with an effort I pulled myself away. She immediately peeled out of her panties without a hint of modesty and pushed me up against the wall. She pressed one hand over my mouth, hand-gagging me, and pressed the wet crotch of her panties against my nose with the other. I took deep, convulsive breaths, trying to get as much of her smell into my nose as possible. Plus, I didn’t have a ton of other choices about how to breathe, with the state I was in. After a few moments of this, Ariel arrived to unlock my cuffs, and I palmed the panties as I sat down.
At this point, Onyx detected that Meghan was naked and the rest of us weren’t. Ariel, Lauren and Belle were all still wearing pants. So the game instructed Meghan to kill the lights and order all of us to undress. Once we were all naked, she turned the lights back on, and a new phase of the game began.
Everybody’s Naked! Time to Have Sex!
Then things got a little graphic. Meghan took her turn, and ended up on the Fate square. She and Lauren roleplayed a story in which Meghan went to a hypnotist of questionable ethics, and Lauren “hypnotized” her and commanded her to touch and fondle herself, even dipping her fingers into her own pussy.
Ariel was our first fully nude player to appear Center Stage. We each grabbed a marker or a paintbrush, and began drawing and painting all over her. I had some fun with her inner thighs and my paintbrush, and she shrieked and hopped from foot to foot. Belle wrote “SLUT” and “WHORE” in big letters, which I didn’t think much of, and Karim drew an extremely artistic butterfly across both of her ass cheeks. Lauren wrote “Property of Lauren” across her breasts and stomach, and Meghan even chipped in some vaguely Celtic looking designs on her arms.
Next, Lauren stood back to back with Ariel and each of them reached around and fondled each other’s groins. Karim was becoming dangerously low on cash, and got to work off his rent to Belle, his girlfriend by sliding his cock into her well-lubricated ass (though he was only allowed one stroke).
Belle rolled a couple of doubles, and the Orgasm light came on. This meant that the game decided that we were now allowed to perform sex acts to completion. I had the good fortune to be the first person of the evening to have to orgasm in front of five of my friends.
The card asked Belle to perform a sex act known at the “Snowball,” of which I had never heard. I quickly found out what it was, though, when Belle sank to her knees in front of my seat and began sucking me off. I had been in a state of barely contained arousal for a couple of hours now, and I am ashamed to say that it did not take long. No one seemed to take this amiss, though, and I decided that next to the embarrassment of getting blown by a woman I’d only met two or three times in front of four of my friends (while sitting next to my crush!), I didn’t do too bad.
And then, of course, I found out what the snowball portion of the event was when she gave me a deep kiss and transferred my own load of cum into my mouth. That was the first time I ever swallowed semen. So, a night of firsts all around!
By some incredible stroke of luck, Belle’s doubles landed her in my dungeon. She was one of the only players who could afford to pay the rent, and I told her it would be alright if she paid the rent. She smiled, licked a drop of my cum from the corner of her mouth, and said, “Nope!”
The next card told me that I wanted something in my ass. I figured that at this point the game probably knew better than me, anyway, and I told Belle I wanted the vibrating butt plug. She licked it to lubricate it, and slid it smoothly and gently into by ass. I held out my hand for the remote, but she kept it and crossed back to the futon and sat down, and the toy began rumbling in my ass. She taunted me that I wasn’t allowed to orgasm with it, but that she wanted to see how close she could get me. She then began switching the butt plug on and off at irregular intervals, sometimes so hard and fast that I could barely stay seated, sometimes leaving it set at a frustrating low level for minutes at a time.
I landed at the market, and carelessly spend most of my money on an Opt Out, a random encounter, and a trip to the Drop Zone. I drew Karim on a card that was way spicier than my definition of “bi-curious,” so I immediately spent the Opt Out. That was five hundred dollars well spent! But for my Drop Zone target, I sent Meghan to Center Stage.
She stood on display while Karim, playing the role of slave trainer, led Ariel to him with a collar and leash about her throat. He instructed Ariel on how to please Meghan, and we all watched as Ariel practiced kissing her, fondling her breasts and rubbing her ass. By the end, Meghan was flushed from head to toe, and we all applauded the performance.
Lauren landed on my massage parlor. The she didn’t have the money to pay the rent, and the game wouldn’t make her perform a straight sex act on me, so she was our first resident of Debtor’s Prison. She had to stay there and service one of the girls each turn until she had serviced them all.
As a house rule, we put the naked lesbian in a small dog cage that we set up in the corner of the room, and only let her out to service the others. Ariel looked bummed that her couch mate had deserted her, so Karim and Belle settled down on either side of her and tickled her until she smiled.
Karim couldn’t afford the rent when he landed on my massage parlor, and the card commanded him to find out if I had a foot fetish. It turns out, I don’t, at least when it’s another man.
Belle declared that it had been too long since someone had ended up in the Torture Chamber, and guess who she picked?
By the time I got there, the Orgasm light had come back on. I wasn’t entirely sure I was ready to perform again, but the game wouldn’t necessarily pull an orgasm card. In fact, it didn’t. Instead, I was told to lie down and masturbate with my eyes closed. Meghan didn’t trust me to keep my eyes closed, so she taped them shut with black electrical tape. Thus blinded, I was to lie on my back in the middle of the floor and masturbate. When I started to get hard, Meghan dumped a glass of ice water on my groin.
That solved the orgasm problem pretty effectively.
Meghan landed on Lauren’s property, but had the coin to pay the rent, so she was spared any lesbian sex acts. Ariel was up next. And she landed in my massage parlor.
The room went wild. Everyone claimed that I had rigged the game to get my “harem” to get only me off. In the end, we decided to see what the card was before they beat me to death for hoarding sexual pleasure. After all, maybe it would involve Ariel getting off!
The card told me to put Ariel on her hands and knees and fuck her in the ass until she squealed like a pig and I came in her ass. She wasn’t allowed to come. She wasn’t having any of that, and Opted Out. I was secretly grateful, because I felt like I needed a longer refractory period.
Lauren’s turn came around, and the game told her to service Belle first. We let her out of the cage and she and Belle went to the futon, where Belle sat in a loose-limbed sprawl while Lauren showed her just how many of her fingers would fit into Belle’s pussy (spoiler alert: it was all five of them). Belle became our second player to orgasm, and Lauren was forced back into her cage.
Karim was in deep financial trouble, and he wasn’t looking forward to debtor’s prison. He landed on the market, but did nothing but sell one of his Opt Outs for a little extra cash. Belle was up next. She was in an extremely financially secure position, and was recently sated to boot. She could very well have paid off the rent when she landed on my massage parlor, but she would no more do that than she would have turned down Lauren’s fisting.
Per the card she drew, I got to rough her up a little bit. I briefly reminded her of the house safe words, and then grabbed her by the hair and wrenched her to the ground. She was startled, and her breath left her chest in a little whoof. Before she could get her breath back, I hauled her forcibly up to her knees, wrenched her mouth open with my thumb, and began aggressively fucking her face. She choked and gagged a little as her lungs tried to swallow air but found my cock instead.
Before, I had gotten a very pleasant blowjob from Belle, but this time I was using her. I enjoyed forcing little grunting and sucking noises from her as I rammed her face into my pelvis over and over. She seemed to get into it, reaching up to fumble my balls. I felt myself getting close, and roughly pulled her head back off my cock, and slapped her hard across the face with it. She looked stunned. “Just kidding!” I said jovially, and released her.
She gathered her composure and stood. I asked her if she was okay, if I had gone too far. She assured me that she would have used her safe word if I had, and that she liked that I didn’t give her the chance to prepare for it. She’d have gone along, but it wouldn’t have been as adventurous. I noticed that Meghan looked like she’d seen a unicorn, and wanted one of her own.
I ended up on stage again after departing the torture chamber. I was blindfolded and told to masturbate. Meanwhile, the other players gathered around, kissing, biting and fondling me. I didn’t know exactly who did what, and I lost track of how many sets of hands and mouths were on me. I do recall someone kissing me on the mouth the whole time I was stroking myself, and periodically one of the others would pinch or bite my nose so that I couldn’t breathe. A felt another set of teeth gently teasing and nipping at my balls, and I felt someone’s tongue circling the plug still in my ass. Another pair of hands pinched and twisted my nipples, seemingly timing it so the worst pain came when my airway was cut off. In all the wonderful, blinding sensation of it, I almost forgot to stop before I orgasmed, and I actually had to use my safeword to get everyone to stop.
(Later, of course, I reviewed the recording of the session before writing this narrative, so I could tell you exactly who was doing what. But where would the fun be in that? I’ll say one things, though: Karim definitely didn’t sit this one out, and neither did Lauren).
I can only blame the haze of my experience for neglecting the math on my next roll; I miscalculated my expenses and ended up going to debtor’s prison. This caused something of a logistical problem, since we only had the one cage. In the end, Karim decided to bind me in a sort of quick and dirty hogtie that he could let me out of to service my lenders, throwing in a big red ball gag for “visual effect.” Ever my wingman, Karim plopped me down next to Meghan where she could reach over and slap my ass or tweak my balls as the mood struck her. Meanwhile, Belle stepped up the power on the vibrator in my butt plug, and I quickly became lost in subspace.
I could still see the play area, but I had to reconstruct a lot of what happened by checking the recording later. When I go to subspace, I go there hard.
Meghan got to abase herself in front of Ariel, telling her in humiliating detail how she wanted Ariel to make her feel dirty and used. I think by the time Ariel told her she believed her that Meghan was halfway to thinking she was bi herself. Ariel landed on my dungeon, but presumably didn’t want to give me any financial relief by paying rent, so she agreed to work it off. The game, seemingly sensing that I did not deserve any human kindness, drew a card that had them untie me from my hogtie… and then tie me, hard, to a chair.
She enlisted Karim to help her with the knots, but she was a quick study. Between them, she and Karim had me bound with my arms tight behind the chair back, elbows pulled as close as my build and the chair construction would allow. Ariel strapped my chest to the chair and Karim tied my feet up under the seat bottom and my knees splayed out wide. They asked me if I was comfortable. I nodded enthusiastically, even though I wasn’t, because that’s kind of the point of bondage for me.
Ariel popped the ball gag out and spent two minutes tormenting me. She crawled into my lap like a cat, rubbed her hands over my arms and chest, shimmied her nude body up and down mine. She kissed me deep with a lot of tongue, and stuffed her hand into my mouth as deep as she could. She also fondled and stroked my dick and balls and bit my nipples. The two minutes ended with her squeezing my erection between her thighs, and I was terribly let down when it was over.
Meghan reminded me that I was supposed to be in jail, and replaced the ball gag with a monster penis gag. It was one of mine, but I hated wearing it. It wasn’t from any latent homophobia, but rather than the rubber penis head reached far enough back in my mouth than I needed to devote a sliver of my attention to not gagging.
Meghan opted out of a fairly tame but overtly sexual service from Lauren, who bitched about not being let out of the cage for another round. Karim took another trip past “GO” that cost him so much money that by the time he was done paying Lauren off, he had seven dollars to his name.
Belle, on the other hand, had more money than God, and bought everything in sight at the market. She drew a card that had her getting fisted by Karim, and she had the sheer moxie to complain that that was how she was brought off last time, even while four of the other players hadn’t orgasmed yet, Lauren hadn’t been out of her cage since Belle last came, and I was basically welded to a hard wooden chair.
But, them’s the breaks, so to keep things interesting, Karim laid her on her back on the coffee table to give everyone a better view while he shoved his hand as far as he could into Belle’s pussy until she shrieked and almost rolled off the low table.
Belle couldn’t send me to the Torture Chamber while I was in jail, so she told me I would be forced to watch while Meghan was tortured. Before she could go though, it was my turn to service her as part of my jail sentence. So they untied me, and Meghan got into the doggy position on the floor. The card called for me to finger bang her while giving her a rim job, and I reminded her that she has an opt out. She said she was game, and thus I got to give Meghan her first anal-oral sex while I also fingered her. I kept it up until, as the card commanded, she seemed ready to scream, but she hadn’t earned an orgasm yet. She seemed surprisingly turned on when I licked and kissed her asshole, and I had a sense that this game had already given one of us a new kink.
I wanted to participate in Meghan’s torture, and argued that since the card she drew called for everyone, but Belle and Karim overruled me. Karim put me back in my hogtie, stricter this time. Belle picked up her panties from where she had discarded them on the floor, and she rubbed them against her pussy before stuffing them in my mouth and placing a layer of tape over my mouth. As I said, I get no respect.
If Belle’s intention was to torture me by making me watch them torture Meghan, it was certainly effective. Meghan’s torture card had her stand, naked, in the center of the room while Karim, Ariel and Belle put clothespins all over her body. They were very thorough. Meghan had clothespins on her nose, her lips, her tongue, her ass cheeks, her breasts, stomach and nipples were festooned with wooden pegs, and they even pinned her inner thighs, toes, and labia. She was shaking by the time they were done pinning her, but she didn’t use her safeword. Then they got to pull them off, which is usually the most painful- and stimulating- part. Ariel released hers slowly, Karim tugged them off, and Belle flicked or slapped them. Sometimes, she didn’t get a peg on the first try, and had to come back. I was practically screaming just watching it, and Meghan yelped a couple of times. When she sat back down, she was covered in marks.
Lauren got out of her cage one turn early, as Ariel landed on her “Fallen Angel” property and chose to work off her rent. Lauren crawled out of her cage and pulled her boots back on, and stood while Ariel wriggled over to her and worshipped her boots, licking and kissing and fondling them. Then, on Lauren’s turn, she serviced Ariel by going down on her, following Ariel’s instructions to the letter. I had the impression that she asked for a few things that weren’t in their usual bedroom repertoire, and seemed to really enjoy it, but she wasn’t allowed to get off yet. This game was masterful as keeping the sexual tension almost unbearably high.
Karim got excited when the Orgasm light came on, but all he landed was a free Opt Out from the fate square. Belle drew the next action card, which called for me to finger her to orgasm. Notice a pattern yet? Karim called a foul and spent one of my Opt Outs for me. From my place bound on the floor, gagged with his girlfriend’s panties, I wasn’t in any position to object.
My turn found me servicing Karim. Again, it seemed out of the range of my limits, and Karim was kind enough to burn his own opt out to let me out of it. Ariel landed on the Drop Zone and deemed that Karim had been a good sport, so she sent herself to his Club Latex.
Lauren finally got out of jail, and landed a card in which Ariel would fuck her with a toy, then penetrate her orally and anally with the same toy. She seemed oddly reluctant, and it occurred to me that she might just not be into anal, and reluctantly Opted Out.
Ariel ended up at Club Latex, as she planned, and drew an interesting card. She got a cinnamon roll and put it on a plate on the coffee table in front of Karim. Then she slid around behind him and jerked him off onto the roll, adding his special blend of icing. Then she got in front of him and gave him a long, sultry look, staring right into his eyes, while she ate the Karim-flavored cinnamon roll. If I hadn’t been gagged, I would have made a joke about Israeli-Palestinian Conflict Muffins. So, it was probably a good thing that they gagged me.
Lauren, free from prison at last, did a short scene with Ariel in which Ariel tied her hands behind her, and then Karim tied Ariel’s hands behind her, and the girlfriends enacted one of their favorite sex positions without the benefit of their hands. Sadly, neither one of them was allowed off.
When Belle landed in my dungeon, I figured that I was getting out of my restrictive hogtie a turn early, but Belle declared that she could fulfill the card without the bother of untying me. She got down behind me and slowly ran her hands along my inner thighs until she reached my crotch and fondled and stroked me until I was grunting in sensation bordering on agony.
Ariel untied me so that I could service her. We both knelt on the floor and made out for a while until she was appropriately excited, then she roughly wrestled me to the ground and humped me until I almost came. I wasn’t supposed to, though, so Karim pulled her off me before she went too far.
Meghan had to work off rent for me next (that dungeon and massage parlor combo was really treating me well), so Karim tied me with my arms behind me, kneeling on the floor with my ass up in the air (not because the card needed me to be bound, but because apparently the dog cage was too good me to serve the rest of my jail sentence) and as the butt plug finally came out of my ass I felt Meghan spread some lube on my asshole.
The astute reader may note that with my ass up on my knees with my arms bound behind me, I was getting some rugburn on my face and collarbone.
Meghan started fingering my asshole with a rubber glove and fondled my dick and balls with her other hand. She began tentatively, but at the shouted encouragement of the others she added a second finger, then a third. It wasn’t hard to do after I had spent so long with the butt plug in, but it probably felt very exciting to Meghan. Any time I got too close to orgasm she would slap my balls, hard, and finger me harder in the ass.
Lauren was next on the orgasm board when Ariel blindfolded her and fucked her with a vibrator while Lauren had to describe how it felt along the way. Belle landed in the Drop Zone, and still nursing some sort of passive-aggressive hostility toward or desire to humiliate Meghan, sent her to Center Stage. With her doubles roll, she also landed in my Massage Parlor, and decided to have some adult fun with me.
She untied my legs and had me lay on my bound arms while she impaled herself on my shaft. She started pinching and twisting my nipples, and made me beg for her to fuck me. I begged, but she always asked for more. Finally, I was screaming that I was a horny little boy and that I badly needed her to fuck me please, she started bobbing up and down on my cock, a little, and then stood up and walked away. I had been brought to the brink of orgasm so many times in the last couple of rounds that I could barely see straight. If my arms hadn’t been bound I might have done something… drastic.
I finally got out of jail and Meghan untied me. I went to the Market. I should have been more careful with my money so soon after getting out of debtor’s prison, but I couldn’t resist buying a trip to the Drop Zone. I really wanted to send Belle to the Torture Chamber, but I was reminded that Karim had thus far avoided that square (somehow) and so I sent him there with bells on.
Meanwhile, Meghan ended up Center Stage with Lauren and Belle. Meghan had thus far shied away from girl-on-girl action since getting naked, but none of the three women had an Opt Out left. Lauren was to direct an improv scene in which Meghan was trying to close a big corporate deal with Belle, and was desperate to do whatever it took to get it done. I imagine Lauren may have been disappointed, but she restrained herself remarkably well to suit Meghan’s more delicate sensibilities. In the end, she set up a surprisingly sexy scene in which Meghan washed and kissed Belle’s feet, perhaps inspired by her earlier experience with Ariel.
Between then and Karim’s Torture Chamber visit, I got to ride Ariel around the room like a pony and we got to paint and draw on Lauren’s body until she was a twin to Ariel.

Meghan wasn’t very confident in her knotty skills, so I helped her out, repaying Karim for his kindness in tying me. I taught Meghan to tie one of his legs to one of the couch legs while I stretched and spread his other limbs in a very strict spread-eagle position. And we made up for all the punishment Karim hadn’t had yet by giving him a very thorough spanking. Belle slapped him none too gently in the dick and balls, while Lauren gave him the most epic pink belly that I had ever seen.
After we had all had our fun, I untied Karim and helped him up. He embraced me in the manliest naked hug I’d ever had. Shortly thereafter I ended up Center Stage again, and Karim again got bind my knees, ankles and wrists, after which I had two minutes to try to get free. If it had been anyone but Karim or Ariel, I would have had at least a shot to get free, but Karim was nearly my equal as a rigger, and I didn’t have a chance to get free in two minutes. I gave it my all for two minutes, though, and the audience threw grapes and pistachios at my naked body while I squirmed. I swear that either Belle or Lauren was able to hit my engine room with every single shot. In the end, I couldn’t get free, and as a forfeit I owed Karim a long, hot kiss.
Ariel had been waiting patiently for her orgasm, and finally got it when Lauren penetrated her with a vibrator and brought her off in short order. Now Meghan was the only one left. I think we all had an unspoken understanding that the game was drawing to a close, but we all wanted Meghan to get up on the board before we called it a night.