Warning: This story features bondage and mild sexual content.

Context: This is a short story written for Day 9 of Kinktober 2024 using the prompt words Game and Play.

“Niiiiick. I have a surprise for you~”

I stepped into the doorframe, leaning against it to show off my body. I was clad in lacy red lingerie. It had a transparent black veil flowing down from the bra to just my above hips, stockings and garter belts, G-string panties, and a lace choker with a bow. I had another cute red bow tying my blonde ponytail to match.

It was his favourite look on me and I knew it. He glanced up from the couch and his eyes popped. Just the reaction I was hoping for. But then they turned back to the TV screen.

“Sorry babe, I’m a little busy at the moment.”

I let out a weary sigh and meandered into the room, taking a seat beside him. He continued staring dead ahead at the video game on screen, his fingers rapidly tapping the game controller.

I leaned in. “Ooh I recognise this boss. Weren’t you fighting her yesterday? And maybe even the day before...”

His brow furrowed. “Yes. Yes I was. She’s so much harder than everything else in the game. I’ve gotten way better at it though. I know I can beat her.”

I slumped backwards. This night wasn’t going how I’d planned.

“Oh look you died again. You can just leave it for today can’t you? Come oooon~”

He had that intense expression that I liked. It was just focused on the wrong thing right now.

“I’m not a quitter.”

I groaned as his character re-entered the boss room. “Nick why won’t you stop playing that and play with me!”

I tugged his arm and his character faltered. The boss drove her body-length blade through his character’s chest, dropping his health to zero.

“Look what you did! Oh that is it...”

He stomped off at a quick pace into the bedroom. Mission success?

I hesitantly started to follow, but then he marched back into the living room. He pulled my wrists together, while brandishing a coil of hemp rope. Before I could question him, he wrapped it around my wrists several times and cinched it off firmly, tucking the knot into a hard-to-reach spot.  He quickly did the same to my ankles.

I wiggled on the spot with a sly inviting smile. Until he pushed me backwards, my butt landing on the couch.

“Eeep!”

“Now stay still and watch me crush her.”

I harrumphed with disappointment as he went in for another attempt. I sat up struggling against the ropes, but I didn’t expect much. He knew how to tie a secure knot and these ones were no exception.

shink!

[“Foolish mortal. No-one who challenges the Sunlight Swordstress lives to tell the tale.”]

The boss posed victoriously in her skin-baring red and silver armour. He was getting visibly frustrated now.

“Grrrr...”

“Soooo you didn’t crush her?”

He suddenly grabbed me, pulled me onto him, and swivelled my body so that I was laying flat across his lap.

“If you’re going to stay here and be a bother, then you can be my stress relief when I lose.”

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“Ow! Oww! Seriously? My butt is not here for stress relief!”

SMACK!!!

“Ahh!!”

“It is now.”

He let me sit back up, took a second to calm down and went back into the fight.

Feeling a lingering stinging in my ass, I was now paying a lot more attention to the game. I got nervous as he failed to dodge a flurry of blows. A final deathblow. He was fuming as the boss leaned seductively over his fallen character, taunting him.

“Hey don’t worry, that wasn’t a bad attempt. No need to feel- YAHH!”

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“Owww! Nick have mercy!”

“You know, this boss also has blonde hair. And comparing her skimpy red armour to your skimpy red lingerie, you two aren’t that different right now. Since I can’t smack her ass, I have to smack yours in her place.”

Whap!

“Ahhh! That’s so not fair!”

“Now shush!”

“Uhhhh...”

I couldn’t help but moan softly as I shifted about restlessly, trying to relieve my discomfort. It only took another few minutes before I was wriggling desperately in his lap yet again, yelping loudly as he unloaded his frustration over being defeated upon my poor barely-covered asscheeks.

“You know, good stress relief really shouldn’t be moving about and complaining this much.”

gulp

A dozen attempts later, I whined loudly following my latest treatment over another loss. At least Nick had started mixing it up, occasionally replacing the spanking with an ass or boob groping.

My arms were now stretched towards one end of the couch with a new rope pulling them forward and holding them taut, while a similar rope pulled my ankles towards the other end of the couch. I was held face-down across Nick’s lap, with him leaning over my back. My butt was perfectly positioned for whatever punishment each failure called for.

I couldn’t complain about it anymore either, thanks to the huge pink ballgag filling my mouth to the brim. He justified using our biggest ballgag as needing maximum silence for maximum concentration. But I think he was just being extra mean to me, still imagining me as his yet-undefeated swordstress.

I was now as transfixed on the screen as he was. Partly because how he fared in each fight had a very direct effect on me. But partly because there was just nothing else I could do.

I had become very invested in it, picking up enough to understand and follow the flow and progress of the fight. The subtle warnings of danger in her movements, his careful positioning and evasive maneuvers, his leaping upon brief counterattack opportunities.

“Nww! Ahhagg!”

His character knocked the boss down temporarily, allowing a follow-up of multiple punishing swipes. My heart was pounding. This was his best attempt yet. Her health was getting very low.

“Whdhh owh! Dhhgh ih!”

He was already mashing the controller to dodge as I gag-yelled the warning. The boss unleashed her ultimate attack: a screen-filling, fire-trailing whirlwind of sword slashes. My body tensed up watching him barely avoid it all, his own health already depleted to almost nothing. Finally she paused and he had his opening. Just one more good hit...

shink!

[“Aghhh! I lost? I, the Sunlight Swordstress, have finally been bested. I’m sorry my king... uggghhh”]

My heart leapt. I let out a muffled cheer as the boss collapsed to the ground disintegrating.

“Yhmmhhh!!!”

“YESSSSS!!!”

Nick tried to jump up in his excitement, forgetting that I was still tied down on top of him.

“MMMHHH!!!”

He pushed hard against me for a second, lifting me off the couch and making me strain against the ropes lashing me down. He flopped back down and I collapsed onto him.

“Oops! Heh. Sorry about that babe. Here.”

He untied the ropes tying my wrist and ankles to the couch, and sat me up more comfortably on top of him. We were both shaking and breathing hard. I gasped as I felt a different kind of excitement pressing into my butt from below.

“Mmmh?”

He grinned. Grabbing my waist, he stood up with me hoisted above his shoulder. I let out a joyful shriek.

“Mmmph!!!~~”

With a light smack of my ass, he carried me into the bedroom. He’d conquered one woman. Now he was off to conquer another.