Chapter 3: All the fun of the fair

Since we’ve both wet our diapers during the game, Rob and I take an extended break to clean ourselves up and grab something to eat. We’re both in the mood for another PAIGE scene, although perhaps a different setting.

“Did you notice that Bonny Bess looked remarkably like Liz from next door?” I ask Rob.

“Yeah,” replies Rob with a mouthful of food. “Same bitchy attitude as well.”

“And Gunner Floyd was the spitting image of your cousin Lloyd. He even had the same way of saying ‘gonna’ instead of ‘going to’. That could be why he’s called Gunner.”

“Can’t say I noticed,” replies Rob.

No, of course Rob wouldn’t have noticed. He only has eyes for Bonny Bess once she entered the scene. Gunner Floyd could have had a forked tail and Rob wouldn’t have noticed. Men! There’s no point in me adding that Gregor was like Greg, my sexist boss at work. Rob has only met him once and I doubt he recalls that meeting. Clearly PAIGE uses people we know as templates for the main characters we encounter in our scenes. How PAIGE obtains that information is a detail which niggles at the back of my mind.

“Right! I’m ready for our next game,” says Rob once he’s finished eating.

“OK. You go and choose a scene while I clear away the dishes,” I reply. It never occurs to Rob to help with the domestic chores unless I ask him. I suspect his attitude is a hangover from when he lived with his parents. His mother never expected Rob to do anything and she effectively ran a 24-hour restaurant and maid service.

Rob chooses a fairground setting. His choice doesn’t surprise me. He’s a big kid at heart and the thrill of fair is probably too good an opportunity for him to miss. Even so, he decides to be cautious and sets the timer for only fifteen minutes. The familiar swirling lights and sounds sets the scene in motion.

I’m sure some people can find sexy things to do with candyfloss and coconuts, but we didn’t achieve very much in the time available. We were still floundering about trying to work out what to do when we returned to the real world. Still, I got to wear some really sexy gear, and this time I wasn’t the victim of a man’s lust. Rob loved my outfit, but his heart wasn’t in the scene. The setting and mood wasn’t all that memorable for either of us, although that may be our fault. The scene presented plenty of opportunity for a story to unfold, but we literally lost the plot. I don’t think the high setting of the sex parameter really suited the scenario.

We could have tried another iteration of the scene, but we decided to write it off as a dud. The only aspect of the scene either of us remember with any fondness is the fantastic leather gear my character wore. We both liked it so much that Rob suggested we search the internet to see where we can buy such an outfit. But that’s a task for tomorrow.

We decide against trying another session in PAIGE tonight. The experience hasn’t been a total loss though. We both feel in the mood for sex. Perhaps our strong urges are a subconscious hangover from the pirate scene, or maybe the sexy outfit I was wearing in the fairground scene has had a much stronger effect on both our libidos than we thought. Either way, I’m eager for Rob’s cock.

Rob shuts down PAIGE while I prepare our room for what promises to be a session to remember. How much of what is about to occur can be attributed to PAIGE? Quite a bit, probably. I doubt Rob and I would be planning unashamedly lustful sex tonight if we hadn’t pushed our sexual boundaries inside PAIGE’s fantasy world.

My musing is halted abruptly as Rob walks into our bedroom. Without warning he spins me around and pushes me roughly onto the bed. Had this been one of PAIGE’s fantasy scenes, I would undoubtedly have landed perfectly in the centre of the bed, ready for Rob to make the next move. However, this isn’t a fantasy world, so I fall near the edge of the mattress and bounce clumsily onto the floor. I make my move quickly before Rob does something stupid like apologize. I’m determined that this is going to be a no holds barred, no quarter given, mind-blowing fuck session. I leap up and wrestle with Rob. We are each trying to push the other onto the bed, but it’s a stalemate. My better agility is negating his extra strength, so neither of us is winning.

“Are you going to be good enough to satisfy me, pirate?” I whisper in his ear, adopting Bonny Bess’s words and tone from the pirate scene. Rob stops wrestling, which I take as a sign that he’s happy to play along.

I reach down for Rob’s cock, which is straining in the confines of his diaper. Both of us came out of the fairground scene so eager for sex that we didn’t bother removing the diapers we wear while we are inside one of PAIGE’s fantasy scenes. I recall Rob’s enormous erection following Bonny Bess’s ministrations. That was a fantasy, but I challenge myself to achieve something similar. I rip open the Velcro fasteners on his diaper and release his cock. I’m rewarded with a satisfied moan. His erection is already a good size, but I know he can do better.

I set about undressing Rob with one hand while my other is busy keeping up the torment on his cock and balls. He doesn’t resist and simply lets out the same whimpering sound he made when Bonny Bess performed the deed. As I bring Rob more and more under my control I realise that I’ve learned a lot from simply watching Bonny Bess. And, of course, inside the fantasy scene, it was Rob’s desires which were the hidden driver of Bonny Bess’s actions. No wonder the two of them achieved the outcome they did. Can I replicate Bonny Bess’s actions? Can I read the subtle signs in Rob’s reaction and adapt accordingly as I toy with his cock? It’s game on.

“Oooh! ... Oooh!” moans Rob as it becomes obvious that he’s getting close to shooting his load.

“Don’t you dare come yet,” I command. “You don’t deserve to come yet. I want your cock bigger than this.”

“Oooh! ... Oooh! ... Yes, mistress,” moans Rob as I deliberately squeeze his balls to break his mounting orgasm. Another trick which I’ve learned from observing Bonny Bess.

It takes me a few seconds to realise that Rob called me ‘mistress’. He’s never done that before. The very word ... and the fact that Rob uttered it ... gives me a tingling feeling of power. Usually Rob likes to take the dominant role in our sex play, and I’ve always been happy to comply. But I like the opportunities this new development presents. I’ve never considered myself as submissive despite often playing the more passive role during sex. There’s no reason for me to keep letting Rob take the lead. He’s now offering me an opening to take the dominant role.

My new sense of power is reinforced by Rob being stark naked while I’m fully clothed. Well, if you can call wearing a diaper instead of jeans as being fully clothed. I continue to play with his cock while pushing him backwards onto our bed. I allow him to crawl backwards so that he’s lying lengthways in the centre of the bed. His position enables me to straddle him over his chest, presenting him with a close up view of my diaper.