You find yourself marooned on a vast, unforgiving desert continent where survival is just the beginning and an imposing palace rises in the distance, its walls whispering secrets of power and submission. This isn’t merely an adventure; you’re dragged into a sinister game of control and obedience.

The palace demands you take up the mantle of slave trainer, molding captives into obedient servants. Every step you take within the palace walls is filled with tension, whispered commands, and the clash of desire and domination. Through rigorous training and harsh discipline, you’ll forge loyal slaves ready to obey every order.

Wandering through the palace corridors, you uncover not just hidden chambers but deeper layers of power dynamics. The sprawling estate is alive with whispers and the soft moans of those caught in a cycle of command and obedience. Mastering this delicate dance between dominance and submission is your key to success.

The choices you impose will determine who thrives and who breaks under pressure, reflecting on your power.

The deeper you delve, the more you realize the game changes everyone involved.

Even unfinished, the game offers a raw, intense experience where every interaction matters.

Slave Trainer is just a placeholder for what will become a complex journey into dominance and service.

Do you have what it takes to dominate this desert palace and those within?

The sands shift outside, but inside the palace, your authority must never waver. Will you conquer or crumble?

In the crowded aisles of a supermarket, Mike hustles behind the counter selling TV gear. His passion for the job and winning smile have earned him vendor of the month more than once. Being gay is part of who Mike is, and he’s never shy about it, carrying a playful spark wherever he goes.

On a sunlit day, a buyer enters the store, clearly interested in snagging a brand-new television. The sticker shock hits hard, and the buyer balks at the cost, hesitation flickering across his face. With a sly grin, Mike proposes a cheeky compromise: buy the TV, and Mike’s company comes complimentary.

Surprise gives way to curiosity in the buyer’s gaze before he nods in acceptance. Hours pass, and Mike is invited into the buyer’s private space, where anticipation hangs heavy in the air. Everything is set - the room, the mood, the silent invitation - and the heat in the buyer’s eyes is unmistakable.

Though the buyer tries to play it cool, Mike sees through the act to the burning need underneath. With a teasing grin, Mike offers to turn the tension into action, inviting the buyer to join him. The two men slip away together, the promise of what’s next making every second electric.

The real heat begins where the curtains close, a tale waiting for you to explore. For fans of yaoi and hentai with a sharp wit and steamy private scenes, this game delivers exactly that. Experience the heat, the humor, and the unexpected twists as you play through Mike’s daring encounter.

Guy is broke, tired and just trying not to crash, and suddenly every busted pipe and broken dryer in town turns into an excuse to get his dick wet. That’s pretty much the vibe here, and it actually works way better than it sounds. You play this quiet, kinda worn down repair guy, going house to house, pretending to care about appliances while you’re clearly staring at thighs and panties. It’s not some big choice-heavy thing, it’s more like you’re riding shotgun inside his head while he stumbles into one horny situation after another. The story moves in a straight line, but it’s not boring. Scenes have this slow, teasing build: you ring a doorbell, you see the woman, you check the “problem”, and your brain already knows where this is going, but the game still makes you wait for it. There’s a lot of solo tension too, like he’s jerking off after jobs, replaying what just happened, feeling half guilty, half proud. That masturbation stuff isn’t just thrown in, it’s almost like a checkpoint between scenes, like his way of processing all the dirty shit he’s getting into.

What really hit me is how the erotic pacing feels like some porn video you’d half-remember from an old bookmark in your browser, but better framed. It’s animated in this slightly stiff, slightly uncanny way that weirdly adds to the horny atmosphere instead of ruining it. You notice small things, like the way her hips twitch when he “accidentally” brushes her or how her lips part just a little when she leans closer to hear him talk about some loose wire he doesn’t even care about. The 3D look makes skin, underwear and wet spots pop in a very direct way, no artsy filter, just raw, shiny flesh and naughty posing. There are these CG shots that freeze right on the good stuff: her bent over the washing machine, his hand on her ass, or him alone, pants around his ankles, cum hanging from his fingers while he thinks about going back to that client again. Don’t expect tons of deep choices or big branching; you’re basically strapped into his path, watching him crawl from “I just need money” to “I can trade a fix for a blowjob if I play this right” without really being able to stop him. Weirdly, that makes it hotter. You’re complicit, but you’re also just a passenger, and that whole “fuck, I shouldn’t enjoy this that much” energy is everywhere. Best way to enjoy it? Stop clicking so fast, let the scenes play out, and when he pulls his cock out in some random bathroom after a visit, don’t skip it, just sit there and let him finish. That’s where the game really shows what kind of pervert he is.

Inside the dimly lit chambers of Madam Vinson's exclusive BDSM den, tension crackles as your desires start to stir. Rachel, your daring friend and the evening’s main attraction, has invited you into this playground of pleasure and pain. More than a companion, Rachel is the center of attention, a willing servant whose body begs for your touch. With deliberate strokes, your fingers awaken the heat between you two, coaxing your excitement to rise. Each stroke builds the tension, pulling you both deeper into a game of control and surrender. Bit by bit, you unlock the ability to take her, to taste the sweetness of submission and dominance entwined. Surrounding you, the sounds of pleasure echo off the walls, encouraging you to lose yourself in the moment. Here, control is currency and submission the ultimate prize - your hands write the story, and Rachel’s body follows your lead. The more you explore, the more you crave the raw intensity of this twisted sanctuary where saints and sinners collide. When you crave the thrill of control mixed with tender submission, Madam Vinson’s club awaits your touch.

Every man in the world have dreamed about hospital similar to this. All you have to do is to say to doctor that you have disease on your dick or balls. When you will get to this hospital you will get lip service from hot girl.

This one feels like somebody spilled a whole box of maid fetish on the screen and then forgot to clean it up, in a good way and also not. The manor is like its own character, all long corridors and quiet little corners where you just know some poor nervous maid is waiting to get ordered around. Everybody calls you master and acts like that is the most normal thing, which is wild because half of them are way more intimidating than you. One of the first scenes where the strict head maid makes you sit down, fixes your tie and then just casually slides her hand lower while scolding you for “lack of discipline” actually made me stop my Spotify because I wanted to hear the tiny sound effects better. Priorities, right.

The whole thing plays like a slow, horny tour of service culture gone completely off the rails. You click through dialog, they bow, you choose if they pour tea properly or “accidentally” spill it on their chest so they need to strip out of the wet uniform in the back room. Uniforms are clearly the dev’s religion. All those skirts with just a bit too much leg, stockings that always have that one tiny wrinkle at the back of the knee that makes them feel weirdly real, little aprons that fail completely at covering anything during the CG scenes. I spent an embarrassing amount of time zooming my browser just to stare at the frills on one shy silver-haired maid’s headdress while she’s sucking you off under the table. Her eyes are half closed, cheeks pink, but the bow on her chest is perfectly centered and that killed me more than the actual blowjob. Sometimes the anatomy is a bit off, like a hand too big or a boob with strange gravity, but then you get a shot of a maid kneeling with her skirt puffed up around her waist, panties pulled to the side, and it’s so stupidly hot you just forgive everything and move on. Or pretend to.

What I really liked is how every girl has a different flavor of “service” without them spelling it out like a menu. There’s the clumsy newbie who drops plates and then ends up polishing your dick with the same guilty face she had when she broke the expensive vase. There’s the icy mistress of the manor who technically owns the place but still calls you master in private while riding you on that stupidly huge bed that looks like it ate three other beds. She gives you this elegant speech about the responsibility of nobility, then five clicks later she’s pushing your head between her thighs and whispering that a proper servant uses every part of their body. Total hypocrite. I love her. At one point I picked the “firm order” option just to see what happens and the proud redheaded maid actually trembled when I told her to kneel and present herself like a proper toy. The CG of her ass up, skirt folded neatly, panties in her mouth like a gag, was so on-brand for my kawaii collection brain I literally screen grabbed it and tossed it into my “favorite maids” folder on Google Drive. There are tiny annoyances, like the pacing sometimes jumping from sweet teasing to full-on dick-splitting penetration between two lines of dialog, or a scene where a maid calls me “milady” for one line then goes back to “master” like nothing happened, but honestly that just made it feel more like some horny person’s messy fantasy notes turned into a game. Which, to be real, is exactly why I kept clicking.