Though it's obviously not required, this story is meant to be played as a game. Just click "Start Game" in the top right corner of the page. This allows variables to be kept track of, etc. You can also just choose to fail on purpose if you'd like. This story is only here to entertain! The idea is that if your character's arousal grows to a high enough value, he loses. It's often possible to remain at 100% for a bit but not for long.

Please PM me if you run into any bugs. It took a lot of work to set up all the conditions/variables so it's possible that I missed something. There should also be no dead-ends unless labelled as such.

If you're enjoying it, please feel free to like the story or any chapters you enjoyed! Likes seem like a pointless thing, but seeing them really motivates me to keep writing. It lets me know people are enjoying things. :)

Shindra is an interesting girl. You, just an ordinary boy, never saw a woman so beautiful in your life. In a world of elves, magic, and other fantastical sights, it was her beauty that struck you. She always wore a deep purple witch's hat and a short skirt to match--tall striped socks up her legs. Little did you know but she was a witch and you fell right into her trap. Admittedly, it was a little exciting. Without any movement at all from her, you started to feel a phantom hand slide up and down your shaft. But that was only the beginning as you stood before her in her quaint forest hut.

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"You're my toy now," she says to you. "That means I like you. You're fun! But it also means you're playing a little game with me whether you like it or not."

She eyes you over. To be honest, your erection came easier than it should have, but now the stroking hand has something to work with. You shift your trousers uncomfortably. She continues and grins.

"If you orgasm, you lose. That's it. You lose my challenge, and it'll be bad... I'll make sure you stay locked up forever. You're never orgasming again, unless I feel really nice. Do you understand? This feeling will continue for one week. It'll start to fade on occasion, especially when you sleep, but good luck going about your day."

You raise your eyebrows. A week of being teased? What have you got yourself into?

"You look scared. Well, don't go hiding either. I'll know. I'll even know if you fail." She giggles. "You better work on that willpower of yours. I'm sure this'll be hard for you."

"Why are you doing this?" you ask.

"Because it's fun. I'm a witch, remember? I torment... Honestly, I think this is going easy on you. Now leave. I think you have things to get done anyway, don't you?"

You nod. You have school to go to, work to be at, and friends to hang with. Can you really live a normal week like this? Probably not. But you're going to have to try. You've studied a bit on magic, and you know that witches are both evil and dangerous.

You depart from her hut and make your way awkwardly back home. It feels weird, feeling the gentle stroking all the way, but the sun is already setting. The feeling starts to fade as you ready yourself for bed. With a sigh, you drift off to sleep, but not without worries of the next day.