Oh yes it does

I sat behind the desk, the dim light barely pushing back the shadows creeping in from the corners of the room. Across from me, her husband seemed like a hollow version of himself, slumped over, his hands limp in his lap. His eyes were heavy, vacant, staring at the floor as if nothing in the world could pull him out of the pit he was in.

“It’s over now” I said quietly, more to fill the silence than with any hope he would respond.

Beneath the desk, I felt a warm nudge against my balls. She was there, her soft skin brushing against my legs as she pushed closer. Her nose pressed onto the spot between my leg and my balls taking in the smell and demanding my attention. I reached down and ran my hand over her hair, feeling the warmth of her body pressed against me. She responded immediately, licking and sucking my fingers.

Then she left my fingers to go after what she really wanted, each licks feeling like a tiny victory that was accompanied with a happy purr, her body vibrating with satisfaction.

Her movements slow, deliberate, as if savoring the closeness we were now sharing. Every stroke was an expression of care, wiping away the remnants of our dirtiness combined, leaving only her scent.

There was always more to discover, more to inhale. Her eyes gleamed with a tender warmth, and without hesitation, she lowered her head to begin the gentle, rhythmic act. Her tongue, warm and soft, swept over my dick in long, steady strokes, each lick precise and loving.

She cleaned with such devotion, like this was her sole purpose, her joy. Each pass of her tongue was a promise of safety, of warmth, of comfort.

She licked all the way along my belly, her tits gently resting on my legs then kept going to circle around my hardening nipple, then she went back down to suck my glistening tip and repeated the motion until i fell so relaxed and content that i plunged into my own inner world without a care in the world

The first test was over. I had done it, moved through every part of it with ease, bending everything to my will like it was nothing. There was no resistance, no tension. I was in control from the start, and yet, here I was, staring into the void of my own thoughts, feeling… empty.

Something’s missing..

I had expected satisfaction, maybe even triumph. But instead, all I felt was a gnawing sense of incompleteness. It had been too easy. There had been no struggle, no real challenge. I was too powerful, and with that power,no fear, no tension. Just… victory. Of course the pleasure i had just felt, the intoxicating domination, were the best sensations i had ever felt.

But is this all there is? I wondered, i could just keep going, just forsake the scenario and bring the most beautiful woman in the world.

That’s when it hit me: it wasn’t just the power. It was the world itself. It was too undefined, too vague, like an open field where I could run without limits. There was no focus, no real stakes. I needed more than just a sandbox to play in. I needed something real, something that would push me to the edge.

A thrill shot through me. A world so immersive, that I could even forget my powers. What if the challenge wasn’t in using my abilities, but in not using them? What if I could create a world where I didn’t just conquer, but one where I could truly lose myself.

I wasn’t thinking about how to win. I was thinking about what would happen if I didn’t even know I could. A scenario where the real challenge was forgetting who I was… forgetting what I could do.

My hand reached for the laptop on the desk. As soon as it opened, the soft glow of the screen spilled over my face. My fingers hovered over the keys for a moment, heart quickening. I wasn’t just about to write another scenario. This was different. This was the challenge I had been missing.

The keyboard clicked beneath my fingers as I typed, each word taking shape like pieces of a puzzle. I began crafting a world more detailed and alive. I wrote the characters with care, creating them so lifelike that they could almost reach out of the screen and pull me into their struggles.

The world i was creating was alive with its own challenges and problems. I shaped it in such a way that, once inside, I would just forget my abilities except and gain a new one.

The licking and sucking had stopped and she began slowly jerking me while looking at me with an inquisitive expression, as if searching for the meaning behind the sudden shift in my focus.

The sound of the keys tapping was rhythmic, almost hypnotic, but my thoughts raced ahead of my hands.

I paused for a moment, fingers still hovering over the keys. The scenario was almost perfect. I would lose myself in it and completely forget everything, even my full powers. But there was one more thing I needed. A way back. A fail-safe.

I typed again, slower this time, more deliberate. I embedded a subtle backdoor into the scenario. Some signal that would be enough to pull me out, return me to myself, remind me of the power I had.

When I finished the last sentence, I sat back, the dim light of the laptop casting strange shadows on the wall behind me. The scenario was set. I closed the laptop with a soft click, feeling the weight of anticipation settling over me like a cloak.

Now, it was time to click "Enter"