I crafted an exciting BDSM sports game for a disciplined German expat submissive now living in Shanghai. In public, he exudes control—a man of precision and structure. In private, he craves surrender, yearning for the sharp edge of my authority to unravel his composure.I summoned him to a private, climate-controlled indoor tennis court in Shanghai. Beyond the high glass walls, the city's neon skyline pulsed, but inside, the world narrowed to the court: a silent stage for breath, rhythm, and unrelenting discipline.
The Game: Strict, Absolute, Unyielding
Before the match began, I delivered the rules—non-negotiable, carved in stone:Victory: If he wins, he earns a rare privilege: the honor of massaging my legs and feet—hands only, while I remain fully clothed, seated above him, my gaze piercing his every move. Silence is mandatory, his touch an act of devotion and gratitude.
Defeat: If he loses, he will be stripped, blindfolded, gagged, and confined in his private bondage cabinet—alone, overnight, immersed in sensory isolation to reflect on his failure.
Crushing Defeat: If he loses by 5 points or more, I will personally secure a polished steel chastity cage around him, locking it with deliberate precision. Each point lost equals one day of denial. A 5-point loss? Five days of chastity, enforced through remote tasks and check-ins, with no touch, no release, until I deem otherwise.
The court became our arena of power. Every serve, every swing, carried the weight of consequence. His focus was palpable, but so was the tremor of his submission, knowing I held the key to his fate—on and off the court.