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Romana had saved up so long for this, to make sure that she had all the time that she could ever need to... do it properly, to make sure that everything would be right and that she didn't need to fear getting lost in the Blackberry Gardens, and more then anything to ensure that she had no excuse not to actually let herself do this.
Nervously, she walked up to the front desk, examining the note that the Bowers had left for her.
She shifts a little in her seat, a slight flush to her cheeks.
"It's also that the limits are easier to transcend when you can tweak it differently - the physical reality of getting stretched out from a intense session tends to be best avoided, but if you can reimplement the pain seperately you can do it a lot more cleanly and safely, and you can emulate some of the deeper feelings after a simulation, too - I found kinesthetic pain integration really immersive in most of the titles that I've played."
"It's one of those... 'complete experience' mods that many gamers so love, letting you link your minter up to the gameplay. It's a later addition - considering that the sort of full body pain mapping settings that you would naively implement didn't have much of a market outside of those for more traditional sexual play sims due to the intensity of it or the lack of meaningfulness to the system when dialed back, they got the bright idea to map it to exertion alone. The feedback of an overstretched arm, the build up of the strain from a long battle, or worn feet from a journey, rather then the feedback from the wounds or anything like that. They kept the tunability, of course, but the ability to follow along the struggle of your character is something I personally found fairly powerful, even if there isn't the same sense of stakes you get when you play the more hardcore titles."
"Oh..."
She laughs a little.
"I suppose it can be hard to remember how much it's something that people are out there looking for and developing to facilitate, rather then just something that you hide away in clubs and such, even with everything the OTC does to change norms when they are around."
"Yeah! Really, it's not even 'knowing where to look' as much as it s knowing to look in the first place, and remembering all the pieces that people can put together.
She raises an eyebrow and inclines her head at Ruby as she gestures for her to go on.
She runs her hand across her face, little dribbles of gold and red sliding across her face as she does.
"Beyond the obvious 'Ask your partner" shit, I'd say it can be good to look into the 'pain version' of the stuff you already like - even if you don't how the hell Pain bowling or kayaking or synth music or whatever works. There's probably like half a dozen versions of each of them made by a bunch of people with totally different opinions on what that means, their own porn forums and rivalries and cultures, if you care to look."
"Oh yeah it's totally a bit much, and can be super weird to just dive into, even beyond any barrier to entry concerns."
"I'd be more inclined to recommend little things like just keeping a note on a computer or Message Board about things that you are curious about exploring - there's a lot of stuff that's this whole new experience layered atop, rather then something more integrated. If you want to dip your toe in, generally it's good to start at minimum settings and increase anything that feels unsatisfying, and look for things that aim to add realism or simple perceptual integration first - you want it to wire into your instincts, not nesscarily create this whole new system."
"There's listings of the standard ones too, of course, and that can be worth at least searching for."
"That makes sense, though the default library on a device can be guiding and helpfully small, at times."
She inclines her head in a nod.
"Presets in the Bowers are fuckin' sweet, 9/10, and the other time is to teach you a lesson which..."
She snorts.
"Eh in terms of overall net enjoyability, good for actually getting better, 'd say."
She nods.
"Ah, that's the one I was looking for..."
She sends a quick message burst through the Hotel's communication system.
"It's a pretty good start for the more conventional uses, though you'll have to search farther afield if you want to delve into the add ons and so on."
"That being said... I do believe that is more or less the session?"
"Alright. See you next time!"
She gently lifted herself out of her chair, and wandered back to her room as her hand wandered to her breasts.
Her room was plastered with a dozen posters of Amber, each of them rendered in loving detail.
They ranged from one showing a virginal white toga drapping down her curves, the warm lighting accentuating her loving smile, to a shot of a dark as night slitted dress that showed of the creaminess of her thighs, to shot of a woman's head buried against her sex as she languished back in a golden throne, black lace highlighting every inch of her volumptous breasts as they spilled slightly out of the outfit.
A simple dildo lay innocently on the table, the glossy black of it shining enticingly next to a plush cushion.
She blushed furiously, staring up at the posters as she took deep flushed breaths at he sight of it all and the lingering heat from the conversation about the ways she could hurt.
...She walked over a little hastily to the table.
She stared forward at the pin-ups, blushing fiercely as she felt her thighs rub together in her pants as her sex gushed at the sight of her.
It was a little ridiculous how much she slid perfectly into the fantasy she -
Her breath hitched as her hands frantically started sliding down her pants to let her aching cunt feel the cold bracing air.
She gasped and panted, slowly rocking back to reality as her hand clenched firmly against the table.
Okay.
- That she came her for.
She grabbed the pillow, and gently set it below her so she could sink to her knees without cramping up too much later, enjoying the feeling of her breasts bouncing against the roughness of her shirt, idly adjusting her collar ot make it more, nipples hardening and aching with lust, the painful pressure around her throat intensifying as she got yanked to the floor, panting and gasping and trembling already, her hand desperately grasping at the hem of her shirt.
She panted harder, and just ripped her shirt off, emphasizing it with raking claws of pain following her hands, breasts bouncing and jumping at her touch as one grabbed the dildo and her other hand dove to her pussy, firmly probing into her wet depths.
She shuddered, one hand mauling her breasts, as her fingertips glided around her clit as she forced herself to stare up at her art as she convulsed with pleasure.
She grabbed the dildo with her trembling hands, and pressed it against her entrance, clenching and trembling around it as she let her juices coat it.
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