"I request Mr. Red’s services" ongoing - M/F, */* [ongoing] cuckold
**Hi everyone, it is the first part of a story I’m writing. If you find it interesting, please share your feedback. I have the whole plot in mind but it doesn’t mean I can’t include some interesting ideas.Hope you like it!**
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The red light on the camera turned on.
“We are live, finally. From this moment, the camera is going to record and stream everything we are about to do. Amy, my dear, nod your head slowly if you understand what it means.”
And so Amy did.
She was gagged and blindfolded.
She knew that Evans, back home, was probably dying at this moment.
And the idea was flustering her to levels she never experienced before.
It was going to happen. It was finally going to happen.
She was kneeling on the edge of the bed, showing her back to the camera, wearing the black lingerie Evans loved so much. Her feet, just outside the mattress, gently caressed the sides of the bed.
“Let’s enjoy some freedom while we can” she thought. Well, partial freedom.
Her arms were spread in a Y position and her wrists were tied with wristbands and ropes to the posts at the angles of the canopy bed. Loose enough to let her stay comfortable, but not enough to let her move or close them.
“Okay, so” He started speaking again “let me read the guidelines you provided me, just to make sure we are all aligned before we start”
“I request Mr. Red’s services.
I would like to submit to one of his Sessions.
It can include any activity, even sexual ones, that can’t produce any permanent or severe physical harm or danger. I would like to ask, if possible, to consider Tickling as the main activity for our playtime today.”
Red stopped for a second and continued “Tickling? Well, Amy, if you ask that kindly, I’ll see what I can do.”
Amy started to feel butterflies in her stomach.
“I ask to NOT include any safewords for tickling-related activities. Please, I want to be tickled with no mercy and I don’t want to be able to interrupt it.
I’m probably going to ask for it to stop, but it doesn’t mean I really want to: what I desire is to be tickle-tortured beyond my limits.
I would like our session to last for up to 6 hours, with Mr. Red’s faculty to decide when to let me rest within this limit.
I would also ask, if it is possible, to record and stream our session.
I would like to share this experience with my boyfriend Evans, who should be home at the time of the session.
This is why I requested Mr. Red’s services.”
He made another pause.
“Thank you Amy for this kind of detail. Just to be sure, you understand that what you are asking me is to not stop even if you ask me to? For the next 6 hours, you can do and say anything you want but you don’t get to decide what we are going to do, if and when we stop.
Please, nod your head slowly 3 times, if it is all correct and you want to start our session as you described it.”
“Fuck you, Mr. Red, you know oh too well how this kind of sessions. This is why I’m here, don’t play dumb in front of the camera” was what Amy wanted to answer. But she just nodded her head slowly 3 times.
“Perfect” he said, clapping his hands “So we can start”. Saying so, he moved a small chair next to the bed, behind Amy’s back.
Then he turned to the camera.
“Oh, hi Evans!” he said, waving and smiling to the camera “Don’t worry, she’s in good hands. I won’t show any mercy. But you know that.”
**Hi everyone, it is the first part of a story I’m writing. If you find it interesting, please share your feedback. I have the whole plot in mind but it doesn’t mean I can’t include some interesting ideas.Hope you like it!**
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The red light on the camera turned on.
“We are live, finally. From this moment, the camera is going to record and stream everything we are about to do. Amy, my dear, nod your head slowly if you understand what it means.”
And so Amy did.
She was gagged and blindfolded.
She knew that Evans, back home, was probably dying at this moment.
And the idea was flustering her to levels she never experienced before.
It was going to happen. It was finally going to happen.
She was kneeling on the edge of the bed, showing her back to the camera, wearing the black lingerie Evans loved so much. Her feet, just outside the mattress, gently caressed the sides of the bed.
“Let’s enjoy some freedom while we can” she thought. Well, partial freedom.
Her arms were spread in a Y position and her wrists were tied with wristbands and ropes to the posts at the angles of the canopy bed. Loose enough to let her stay comfortable, but not enough to let her move or close them.
“Okay, so” He started speaking again “let me read the guidelines you provided me, just to make sure we are all aligned before we start”
“I request Mr. Red’s services.
I would like to submit to one of his Sessions.
It can include any activity, even sexual ones, that can’t produce any permanent or severe physical harm or danger. I would like to ask, if possible, to consider Tickling as the main activity for our playtime today.”
Red stopped for a second and continued “Tickling? Well, Amy, if you ask that kindly, I’ll see what I can do.”
Amy started to feel butterflies in her stomach.
“I ask to NOT include any safewords for tickling-related activities. Please, I want to be tickled with no mercy and I don’t want to be able to interrupt it.
I’m probably going to ask for it to stop, but it doesn’t mean I really want to: what I desire is to be tickle-tortured beyond my limits.
I would like our session to last for up to 6 hours, with Mr. Red’s faculty to decide when to let me rest within this limit.
I would also ask, if it is possible, to record and stream our session.
I would like to share this experience with my boyfriend Evans, who should be home at the time of the session.
This is why I requested Mr. Red’s services.”
He made another pause.
“Thank you Amy for this kind of detail. Just to be sure, you understand that what you are asking me is to not stop even if you ask me to? For the next 6 hours, you can do and say anything you want but you don’t get to decide what we are going to do, if and when we stop.
Please, nod your head slowly 3 times, if it is all correct and you want to start our session as you described it.”
“Fuck you, Mr. Red, you know oh too well how this kind of sessions. This is why I’m here, don’t play dumb in front of the camera” was what Amy wanted to answer. But she just nodded her head slowly 3 times.
“Perfect” he said, clapping his hands “So we can start”. Saying so, he moved a small chair next to the bed, behind Amy’s back.
Then he turned to the camera.
“Oh, hi Evans!” he said, waving and smiling to the camera “Don’t worry, she’s in good hands. I won’t show any mercy. But you know that.”
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