Della's Multimedia game

[skrote]

Pics Round 2















This can't end well....







If I ever play truth or dare in the winter, I'm so daring someone to cum this way.

[skrote]

3 targets in a row, so a nice pause so I thought I would just do a bit of ranting If you want to read it, it's in the spoiler. Also you may notice I don't really post back to back pics anymore. The whole point was to slow me down when I hit that many targets in a row, so the idea is that someone else has to post inbetween, it basically stops all progress during that session, which is also good since there are other things I should be focusing on other than stroking

Spoiler: show

First, for the record now, my wife has admitted she has no clue what to do with the numbers I have been tracking. She had planed for it to be line writings, or the number of days to wait until my next orgasm after the game, but the numbers are so high she will be tweaking it. Then she reminded me that the number portion is the actual punishment of this funishment.

On another note, my wife would consider a wet dream a fail, not for having the wet dream, but for not cleaning up after myself, So I now have an alternate target that is worth 5 minutes of milking which I can accumulate and do a prostate massage on Sunday's. I'll let you know how it goes, and Thank you Della for allowing it

For those of you who think my wife may be a bit harsh, everything is within the realm of safe, sane and consensual. I enjoy denial and based on the change in my behavior my wife has learned to love it as well. It may sound crazy, but a part of me is always sad when she lets me cum (and another part is overjoyed) it is such a strange paradox that seems to happen after the 90 day mark or so.

Also, occasionally I get revenge because we are both switches, so I top her from time to time. It just works out that I prefer submission 95% of the time, and she prefers it 5%. (give or take a percentage here or there. She just has much lower limits than I.

hmmm, I wonder if I hit a picture with both targets, if my wife will edge me while milking myself for thos 5 minutes

[Madden]

Day 10

This game poses an interesting dilemma. You have to play in order to finish. The more you play the more frustrated you become. It has now been 8266 strokes since my last target edge. I stroked 4617 times today. Towards the end, I had to pause between pictures to keep from accidentally getting to an edge.

So far I've stroked to some really odd pictures, such as: Carl Sagan, Winston Churchill, a Rolling Stones video, but the worst was Miroslav Satan. I grew up a Flyers fan, having to stroke to anything Penguin related screams of sacrilege.

On the one hand, I would like this game to end soon, but at the same time fear that coming across one of Skrotes 10 picture themed posts with my target, thus ending the game in one fell swoop.

Madden

[skrote]

A humbler is on my toy wish list, but if I ever get one, I'm sure I'll regret it...

[goodman]

And I like it that way.


I'm not sure about the skull.

I am currently at 10 targets and still have a few pages left to catch up on.

[Madden]

Day 11

Today was another day of total frustration. It has now been 12578 strokes since my last edge. The two 18+ minute videos I watched, had me so aroused, that in order to avoid edging, I has to stop playing for 10 minutes before I could finish the page. I can see a time in the not too distant future, where I will need to pause between pictures, and live in fear of an overly erotic video.

Madden

[illtaket42]

The best laid schemes o’ Mice an’ Men
Gang aft agley,
An’ lea’e us nought but grief an’ pain,
For promis’d joy!

Aye, that's life.

I should take part in one of the - as far as I'm concerned - three mayor events this year but a combination of flu and a damaged car thought otherwise.

But Bruce says, in his own way, "Don't despair"

The legend of Bruce and spider is world famous.
It is said that in the early days of Bruce’s reign he was defeated by the English and driven into exile. He was on the run - a hunted man. He sought refuge in a small dark cave and sat and watched a little spider trying to make a web.
Time and time again the spider would fall and then climb slowly back up to try again.
If at first you don't succeed - try, try again.
Finally, as the Bruce looked on, the spider managed to stick a strand of silk to the cave wall and began to weave a web. Robert the Bruce was inspired by the spider and went on to defeat the English at the Battle of Bannockburn.

Spoiler: show

For Scotland's and for freedom's right
The Bruce his part has played;--
In five successive fields of fight
Been conquered and dismayed:
Once more against the English host
His band he led, and once more lost
The meed for which he fought;
And now from battle, faint and worn,
The homeless fugitive, forlorn,
A hut's lone shelter sought.

And cheerless was that resting-place
For him who claimed a throne;--
His canopy, devoid of grace,
The rude, rough beams alone;
The heather couch his only bed--
Yet well I ween had slumber fled
From couch of eider down!
Through darksome night till dawn of day,
Absorbed in wakeful thought he lay
Of Scotland and her crown.

The sun rose brightly, and its gleam
Fell on that hapless bed,
And tinged with light each shapeless beam
Which roofed the lowly shed;
When, looking up with wistful eye,
The Bruce beheld a spider try
His filmy thread to fling
From beam to beam of that rude cot--
And well the insect's toilsome lot
Taught Scotland's future king.

Six times the gossamery thread
The wary spider threw;--
In vain the filmy line was sped,
For powerless or untrue
Each aim appeared, and back recoiled
The patient insect, six times foiled,
And yet unconquered still;
And soon the Bruce, with eager eye,
Saw him prepare once more to try
His courage, strength, and skill.

One effort more, his seventh and last!--
The hero hailed the sign!--
And on the wished-for beam hung fast
That slender silken line!
Slight as it was, his spirit caught
The more than omen; for his thought
The lesson well could trace,
Which even "he who runs may read,"
That Perseverance gains its meed,
And Patience wins the race.

Read more at http://www.poetry-archive.com/b/bruce_a ... qxlRQBC.99

It appears, that life goes on and even has a positive twist to it: Spiders

[illtaket42]

Change of subject: Forget about spiders - try nipples

[DellaRoss]

Spoiler: show

The best laid schemes o’ Mice an’ Men
Gang aft agley,
An’ lea’e us nought but grief an’ pain,
For promis’d joy!

Aye, that's life.

I should take part in one of the - as far as I'm concerned - three mayor events this year but a combination of flu and a damaged car thought otherwise.

But Bruce says, in his own way, "Don't despair"

The legend of Bruce and spider is world famous.
It is said that in the early days of Bruce’s reign he was defeated by the English and driven into exile. He was on the run - a hunted man. He sought refuge in a small dark cave and sat and watched a little spider trying to make a web.
Time and time again the spider would fall and then climb slowly back up to try again.
If at first you don't succeed - try, try again.
Finally, as the Bruce looked on, the spider managed to stick a strand of silk to the cave wall and began to weave a web. Robert the Bruce was inspired by the spider and went on to defeat the English at the Battle of Bannockburn.

Spoiler: show

For Scotland's and for freedom's right
The Bruce his part has played;--
In five successive fields of fight
Been conquered and dismayed:
Once more against the English host
His band he led, and once more lost
The meed for which he fought;
And now from battle, faint and worn,
The homeless fugitive, forlorn,
A hut's lone shelter sought.

And cheerless was that resting-place
For him who claimed a throne;--
His canopy, devoid of grace,
The rude, rough beams alone;
The heather couch his only bed--
Yet well I ween had slumber fled
From couch of eider down!
Through darksome night till dawn of day,
Absorbed in wakeful thought he lay
Of Scotland and her crown.

The sun rose brightly, and its gleam
Fell on that hapless bed,
And tinged with light each shapeless beam
Which roofed the lowly shed;
When, looking up with wistful eye,
The Bruce beheld a spider try
His filmy thread to fling
From beam to beam of that rude cot--
And well the insect's toilsome lot
Taught Scotland's future king.

Six times the gossamery thread
The wary spider threw;--
In vain the filmy line was sped,
For powerless or untrue
Each aim appeared, and back recoiled
The patient insect, six times foiled,
And yet unconquered still;
And soon the Bruce, with eager eye,
Saw him prepare once more to try
His courage, strength, and skill.

One effort more, his seventh and last!--
The hero hailed the sign!--
And on the wished-for beam hung fast
That slender silken line!
Slight as it was, his spirit caught
The more than omen; for his thought
The lesson well could trace,
Which even "he who runs may read,"
That Perseverance gains its meed,
And Patience wins the race.

Read more at http://www.poetry-archive.com/b/bruce_a ... qxlRQBC.99

It appears, that life goes on and even has a positive twist to it: Spiders

KILL IT WITH FIRE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

When will you all learn how much I HATE Spiders!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I will remember this next time you beg me for something

[illtaket42]

KILL IT WITH FIRE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

When will you all learn how much I HATE Spiders!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I will remember this next time you beg me for something

<on my knees with eyes downcast> I'm truly sorry that my post upset you. I am unable to offer an excuse for this terrible mistake of mine. It is your right to punish as you see fit.
If, however, there is any way to help make up for my blunder please let me know.

Spoiler: show

<still afraid to look up>
I have to risk arrousing your anger even further by voicing the following request: Please do not talk of killing any kind of animal in this inhuman manner. If it need be then please let it be fast and clean.

Please accept my apologies, Della, for taking this point seriously

I look into your eyes hoping to find a hint of what goes on behind them.

[king8]

I humbly ask if I may join your game Della x

[Banquo]

I'm now at the part where Banquo decided to put each pic in a spoiler, and an occasional video. I find it very suspenseful.

Ahhh those were the days

And this - Banquo - makes me kind of wonder, why you like the doc

I'm not sure what you are implying *innocent smile*

Also, Spiders? you must have a death wish!

[illtaket42]

I'm not sure what you are implying *innocent smile*

Also, Spiders? you must have a death wish!

I'll have to consult my therapist on that point. By now I fear I might have a reason to fear the consequences of my previous post(s)...


and that this is not just a storm in a tea cup.

I better get back to 'normal' posting then.








Let's pray the second key does not belong to the lock on his cb6000

[Banquo]

Let's pray the second key does not belong to the lock on his cb6000

*chuckles* Does anyone know a discreet locksmith?

Meanwhile....

[Xardas]

*Sneaks in, carefully climbs thorugh the window, cautiously looks around and listens to his surroundings. After making sure that everything is silent (aside of the ominously chirping cicadas), drops a handful of images, then makes a run for it, dreaming of eventually gathering the courage to knock and come in openly through the front door.*