Played too much on the internet!

I do not advise reading this for those who are not yet complete perverts. My story will only appeal to those who are tired of all the already known relationship ideas (Dominance, Fetish, whip, etc.) and are looking for something super new! For those who crave a revolution in this!

I was 18 at the time, I was a complete nerd in the literal sense, even normal porn, even perverted porn, didn't turn me on anymore. I knew practically everything about masturbation, porn, and perversions. I suffered because I couldn't find the next golden bottom of my satisfactions. Having gone from masturbating to pictures, then to porn, then to fetish, then to BDSM, then to more hardcore

things that I can't even bring myself to talk about, and back again, I acquired a taste of the highest quality, but there was also a downside—there was no sexual "sweetness" in the world that would suit my taste. And I invented a game.

I was lying on my bed with my small laptop, traveling through the pages of "LiveJournal," "VKontakte," and "My World" of various women. I traveled under fake, one-day pages. I chose attractive women aged 27-30. From the attractive ones, I chose those with pretty, slender figures, beautiful feet, which was the most important thing for me, beautiful, strict, business-like faces. I liked that type of woman. In general, I am a pronounced fetishist; I believe a woman cannot be considered beautiful if she simply has ugly feet or flat feet.

To the girls I found, I wrote dirty, obscene things on purpose! In ninety percent of cases, I was told off or got no response, that's normal. I only needed those ten percent. My ultimate dream was to find the one who would write "I'll track you down and tell your parents what you're doing!" One such phrase sends me into wild ecstasy. That's the very "extreme" I lack for pleasure. I can't explain the nature of this, but the fact remains. I wanted to hook one of these serious girls and have her take on me, a snotty, insolent brat. I wanted a sexy girl to have real power over me, not a game one. This is not yet practiced in the world. The era of games is passing, BDSM and game dominance will soon fall away due to absurdity and their ideological tastelessness; the era of "semi-games," sexual games where everything becomes overgrown with reality, is coming. I called it PRDom (Prank — Real — Domination). The future belongs to "semi-games," and this future is not far off; I am just one of the first to start doing this. The essence of this game is in its reality, which is so extreme and therefore beautiful that this gentle shiver runs through the whole body. This game is a small hybrid of sexual perverted games with a well-known thing called a Prank. The victim should not guess they are being tricked. The most important thing: She must be blindly and one hundred percent sure that she is playing with me, not I with her. Well, anyway! You'll understand the essence of this thing as the story goes on.

In my case, I looked and was supposed to look like a stupid little snot-nosed kid who, due to his own impunity, decided to mess with women on the internet. In principle, that's true, but in a radically different meaning. I pestered girls for a long time and, finally, I got lucky!

One dark-haired, beautiful girl, a slender girl with strict facial features, named Maria, answered me. At first, I told her I wanted to have her, then I said I wanted to be her slave and lick her heels, then I said that when my parents weren't home, I dressed up as a girl and fucked my ass. Basically, everything that was in my head—I said it! I thought I was about to be sent packing, like all the other times, with three merry letters and lots of exclamation marks.

She: "Do your parents know about this?!"

Yes! A serious girl! I hit the jackpot! This gave me both sweetness and fear. My hands were shaking a little from her pressure. In the future, I will simply insert messages from ICQ. What's inside the quotes are inserted quotes from the conversation, the rest are comments.

Me: "About what?"

She: "What you're doing!"

Me: "No, of course not!"

She: "What do they do?" This question was strange! I didn't know what to answer, but I was aroused and wanted more "spark!"

Me: "What do you mean?"

She: "Where do they work?"

Me: "My father is in business! My mother doesn't work!"

She: "Are you home alone?" What's this about? I never understood, but I answered.

Me: "No! With my parents!"

She: "I want to talk to your dad!" Aha!!! Yeah, right!!! That turned me on, for real! How sweet those words were!

Me: "About what?"

She: "About your behavior!"

Me: "M... you want me to be punished and spanked terribly!?" I was getting into the groove.

She: "Yes! You deserve it!" You should know what I felt!

Me: "And what else, besides a belt?"

She: "House arrest for the whole summer. You'll sit in your room without internet and pleasures, and think about your behavior!" Is she serious!??? Does she think I just gave her all my info??? Naive girl.

Me: "Oh! How scary!... I'm afraid of you!!!" This was true.

She: "Okay. Give me your parents' details. What's your dad's last name and first name? Does he have an email?" There! Did you feel it? That's exactly where the little zest of this trick is hidden. And she's serious, mind you!

Me: "No... I'm afraid of dad! If he finds out, he'll kill me!" This was true.

She: "Afraid of punishment? Weren't you afraid to say such things to a strange girl?! You need to answer for your actions! Tell me, what's your dad's name and his email!" And that's when it hit me! Why, idiot that I am, didn't I create a "dad" page in advance and flesh it out, giving it a real look. Then I would have given his address and calmly come, and she would have been full of triumph, having dealt with me! And everyone would have been happy! But not in this case.

Me: "I'm afraid! I won't give it!"

She: "Now! I'm waiting! Otherwise, it'll be worse!"

Me: "No... Masha, I don't want to give it! I'm afraid!"

She: "I said quickly!! Give me his mobile phone. Dad should know what his little son is doing in his absence. He'll be very happy to find out."

Me: "No!!! I'm not suicidal!"

She: "It'll be worse! If you give it now, he'll only find out that you're pestering everyone. If I find him myself, I'll tell him everything! And about how you fuck your ass, dressed as a girl, and then tell everyone about it. I'll even lie that you shared with me that you have a gay friend, and what you do when your parents aren't home." Wow! My defenses were just crumbling! But her bluff was obvious! First! That she would find me—that's a bluff! She decided to scare me! Second! She would one hundred percent tell him everything, even if I gave her my dad's phone or email!

Me: "I won't tell! I'm afraid of punishment!"

She: "Okay! Well, how do you fuck your ass, tell me? With what?" An unexpected turn. The tension dropped.

Me: "I take a banana, go to the bathroom! Lubricate it with cream and..."

She: "I see. Will you show me?"

Me: "What do you mean?"

She: "Take a photo! Send it to me!" Oh! How piercing these words are! How much more spark it would add to this situation! I took a photo from the back in less than 5 minutes!

Me: "I sent it"

She: "I see! What a pretty boy. Do you happen to have a real gay friend?"

Me: "No))) I'm normal!"

She: "Doesn't look like it!"

I was only afraid of one thing, that now the fish would get away, and I would simply stop being interesting to her. She would say "Good luck!" and that would be the end. But uncertainty exists so that the result can be anything.

Me: "Why did you go silent?"

She: "Oh, nothing... Just doing my own things" Okay! I didn't understand! Seems like she really doesn't care! Damn! How to ignite her again!? We fell silent. I thought I needed to throw another little bone and everything would flare up again. And then..

She: "Is your dad's name Alexander?" Oof... she's looking for my dad somewhere, I don't know in what backwater, but it turns out she's serious. Again, a shiver ran through my body.

Me: "No! Nikolai" I answered honestly, to bring my hands as close to the fire as possible.

She: "And where do you live?"

Me: "In Butovo!" If there weren't so many thousands of Nikolais in Butovo, I wouldn't have said it.

She: "In the Southern one?" Hmm... strange, although maybe not strange! It's most likely that I live in Southern Butovo, as it's 3 times larger than Northern. That's logical. Well, anyway!

Me: "Yes!"

She: "I've been there! On which street?" The answer will narrow the circle to the limit! But it still won't break it. I'm very aroused!

Me: "On Skobelevskaya"

And then she, the pervert, understood and bought me. She distracted me! She knew that I—being aroused—could tell her everything!

She: "And you like women's legs and stockings, right!"

Me: "Yes!" Honestly. Didn't guess.

She: "I'm sitting at the computer now in thin stockings! I'd like you to warm my legs with your kisses! Every toe!" I WAS READY TO COME WITHOUT TOUCHING MY ROCK-HARD DICK!!!

Me: "Yes, I want that!"

She: "And do you have brothers or sisters?" I understood there was a trick here, but ecstasy overshadowed logic from my consciousness.

Me: "I have a sister!"

She: "Older? How old is she?"

Me: "Yes! 25" And then a pause, and it dawned on me that this was the end!

She: "Is her name Natasha?" I turned pale. I realized she had found our family and that I was screwed.

Me: "No. Lena."

P.S. Even with all this, I don't stop getting aroused by the invented idea. And the punishment received gives me guarantees of the seriousness of what's happening.

Author's email: freepis@mail.ru