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Scarlet (CD, nylon, tease)
Part 1: The Ad and the Allure
Alex stared at his reflection in the full-length mirror, his heart pounding with a mix of excitement and shame. At 35, he was a mild-mannered accountant by day, but in the privacy of his small apartment, he indulged in his deepest secrets. Crossdressing had started as a thrill in his early twenties, but over time, it had intertwined with his fetishes: the silky embrace of nylon stockings against his skin, the helpless vulnerability of bondage and the exquisite torture of foot tickling. His ultimate fantasy? Embodying Scarlet Overkill, the fierce, glamorous villainess from that animated movie he couldn't stop watching. In his mind, she wasn't the dominant force, she was the one bound, her nylon-clad feet exposed and tormented until she begged for mercy.
"Tonight's the night," Alex whispered to himself, adjusting the sheer black nylon stockings that hugged his shaved legs like a second skin. He slipped on a pair of strappy red high heels, the kind Scarlet would wear to command attention, feeling the arch of his foot stretch deliciously. But he wasn't dressing for play yet; this was just to get in the mood for posting the ad.
He logged into the underground tickling forum, a hidden corner of the internet where fetishists like him connected. His username, "ScarletSubmissive," had been lurking for months. Fingers trembling, he typed out the ad:
Title: Looking for Lee for Bondage Tickle Game and Roleplay as Scarlet Overkill
"Hey there, tickle enthusiasts. I'm seeking a dedicated lee to dive into an intense roleplay scenario. You'll embody Scarlet Overkill, sexy red dress, sheer black nylon stockings, and killer high heels. Once dressed, Scarlet will be bound securely: wrists behind the back, ankles belted together, knees and thighs strapped tight with soft ropes and silk ties to keep those legs immobilized. The focus? Relentless tickling on those nylon-encased feet, soles, arches, toes until full submission. No safe word until you beg, plead, and surrender completely. Imagine feathers gliding over silky nylons, fingers skratching lightly, driving you wild. I've attached inspiration pics of perfect nylon feet in heels. Serious inquiries only. let's make this villainess submit."
He uploaded cropped photos of his own legs: one showing his nylon-sheathed foot arched in a high heel, the sheer material glistening under the light; another with toes pointed, the reinforced nylon at the tips begging to be teased. Hitting "post," Alex felt a rush of arousal, his cock twitching under his panties. "What if someone actually responds?" he murmured, imagining himself in the role he secretly craved.
The responses trickled in over the next few days. Some were solo offers, flirty but uninspiring. "I'd love to tickle those nylons," one user messaged. "But I want to be the one binding Scarlet," Alex replied vaguely, his heart not in it. He wanted to be overpowered, to switch roles without admitting it.
Then came the message that changed everything. It was from a group account: "TripleTormentors." The reply read: "Your ad screams potential. We're three experienced lers looking to team up on a Scarlet like yours. Group session to break her properly. Her nylons won't save her from our fingers and tools. Interested?"
Alex's breath caught. Three men? The idea sent shivers down his spine. He clicked their profiles: Dominic was a stern businessman in his 40s, photos showing him in suits with a commanding gaze; Marcus, a playful artist around 30, with tattoos and a mischievous smile; Trent, a muscular gym trainer in his late 20s, built like a wall with a cocky grin. They seemed perfect, dominant, creative, relentless.
"Tell me more," Alex typed back, his fingers flying. "What would you do to Scarlet?"
Dominic responded first: "We'd start slow, teasing those nylon soles with feathers while she's bound tight. No escape, no mercy until she submits. Your pics are hot. Those arches look so ticklish."
Marcus chimed in: "I'd add some artistic flair, maybe silk gloves for gliding torment, focusing on the toes peeking through the nylons. Imagine her laughing helplessly in that red dress."
Trent added: "And I'd make sure her thighs and knees are strapped so she can't even twitch. High heels off, feet vulnerable. We'd own her submission."
Alex squirmed in his chair, his own nylons rubbing against his skin as he read. "Sounds intense. But I posted looking for a lee. I'm the ler in this scenario."
A pause, then Dominic: "We get it. But why not meet first? Discuss in person. We can roleplay a teaser. You as the director, us as the tormentors. Hotel bar downtown tomorrow night?"
"Yes," Alex replied impulsively. "I'll be there. Dressed casually."
But as he prepared the next evening, he couldn't resist. He slipped into his full Scarlet Overkill outfit: a form-fitting red dress that hugged his curves (padded for effect), sheer black nylon stockings shimmering on his legs, and sky-high strappy heels that clicked seductively as he walked. Makeup flawless, red lips, smoky eyes, he admired himself. "Just to feel the part," he told his reflection. "They won't know."
At the hotel bar, the trio spotted him immediately. Dominic approached first, his suit impeccable, eyes raking over Alex's outfit. "You must be ScarletSubmissive. Or should I say, Scarlet herself? That dress... and those nylons. You're bolder than your ad suggested."
Alex blushed under the makeup, sitting at their table. "I... thought it'd help visualize. Call me Alex."
Marcus grinned, sliding into the booth beside him, his hand brushing Alex's knee accidentally, or not. "Visualize? Honey, you're making it real. Those heels are killer. Mind if I see the full effect?" He gestured to Alex's feet under the table.
Trent leaned in from the other side, his muscular frame crowding Alex. "Yeah, kick off one heel. Let's see those nylon feet up close. For 'inspiration,' like your pics."
Alex hesitated, but the command in their tones stirred his submission. He slipped off one heel, extending his stockinged foot subtly under the table. "Like this?"
Dominic's fingers grazed his arch lightly, sending electric tickles up his leg. "Oh, perfect. So smooth in those nylons. Imagine this bound, wrists tied, ankles, knees and thighs strapped. Feathers here..." He traced a line along the sole, making Alex giggle involuntarily.
"Stop... that tickles," Alex whispered, but he didn't pull away.
Marcus chuckled, his hand on Alex's thigh now, feeling the nylon. "That's the point, Alex. Your ad said no safe word till submission. We're just previewing."
Trent's strong hand cupped Alex's other heel, massaging the ball of his foot through the stocking. "These toes, reinforced nylon tips? They'd curl so nicely under tickling. Begging already?"
The teasing continued over drinks, their dialogs weaving promises of torment. "We'll bind you....er, Scarlet tight," Dominic said, his voice low and hot. "Ropes on thighs to keep legs straight, exposing every inch of nylon."
"I'd deny release," Marcus added, winking. "Tease the soles, pause, then attack the arches. Make you....sorry, Scarlet ache for it to end."
"And I'd hold her down," Trent growled. "No wiggling free. Full submission or we keep going."
Alex was rock hard under his dress, the light tickles and words pushing him. "Okay... let's do a trial session. At your place?"
The men exchanged knowing glances. "Perfect," Dominic said. "But remember your ad's rules. Once bound as Scarlet, no turning back till you submit."
As they led him out, Alex realized too late: they weren't planning to let him be the ler. He was walking into their trap, his nylon feet already tingling with anticipation.
To be continued......
Part 1: The Ad and the Allure
Alex stared at his reflection in the full-length mirror, his heart pounding with a mix of excitement and shame. At 35, he was a mild-mannered accountant by day, but in the privacy of his small apartment, he indulged in his deepest secrets. Crossdressing had started as a thrill in his early twenties, but over time, it had intertwined with his fetishes: the silky embrace of nylon stockings against his skin, the helpless vulnerability of bondage and the exquisite torture of foot tickling. His ultimate fantasy? Embodying Scarlet Overkill, the fierce, glamorous villainess from that animated movie he couldn't stop watching. In his mind, she wasn't the dominant force, she was the one bound, her nylon-clad feet exposed and tormented until she begged for mercy.
"Tonight's the night," Alex whispered to himself, adjusting the sheer black nylon stockings that hugged his shaved legs like a second skin. He slipped on a pair of strappy red high heels, the kind Scarlet would wear to command attention, feeling the arch of his foot stretch deliciously. But he wasn't dressing for play yet; this was just to get in the mood for posting the ad.
He logged into the underground tickling forum, a hidden corner of the internet where fetishists like him connected. His username, "ScarletSubmissive," had been lurking for months. Fingers trembling, he typed out the ad:
Title: Looking for Lee for Bondage Tickle Game and Roleplay as Scarlet Overkill
"Hey there, tickle enthusiasts. I'm seeking a dedicated lee to dive into an intense roleplay scenario. You'll embody Scarlet Overkill, sexy red dress, sheer black nylon stockings, and killer high heels. Once dressed, Scarlet will be bound securely: wrists behind the back, ankles belted together, knees and thighs strapped tight with soft ropes and silk ties to keep those legs immobilized. The focus? Relentless tickling on those nylon-encased feet, soles, arches, toes until full submission. No safe word until you beg, plead, and surrender completely. Imagine feathers gliding over silky nylons, fingers skratching lightly, driving you wild. I've attached inspiration pics of perfect nylon feet in heels. Serious inquiries only. let's make this villainess submit."
He uploaded cropped photos of his own legs: one showing his nylon-sheathed foot arched in a high heel, the sheer material glistening under the light; another with toes pointed, the reinforced nylon at the tips begging to be teased. Hitting "post," Alex felt a rush of arousal, his cock twitching under his panties. "What if someone actually responds?" he murmured, imagining himself in the role he secretly craved.
The responses trickled in over the next few days. Some were solo offers, flirty but uninspiring. "I'd love to tickle those nylons," one user messaged. "But I want to be the one binding Scarlet," Alex replied vaguely, his heart not in it. He wanted to be overpowered, to switch roles without admitting it.
Then came the message that changed everything. It was from a group account: "TripleTormentors." The reply read: "Your ad screams potential. We're three experienced lers looking to team up on a Scarlet like yours. Group session to break her properly. Her nylons won't save her from our fingers and tools. Interested?"
Alex's breath caught. Three men? The idea sent shivers down his spine. He clicked their profiles: Dominic was a stern businessman in his 40s, photos showing him in suits with a commanding gaze; Marcus, a playful artist around 30, with tattoos and a mischievous smile; Trent, a muscular gym trainer in his late 20s, built like a wall with a cocky grin. They seemed perfect, dominant, creative, relentless.
"Tell me more," Alex typed back, his fingers flying. "What would you do to Scarlet?"
Dominic responded first: "We'd start slow, teasing those nylon soles with feathers while she's bound tight. No escape, no mercy until she submits. Your pics are hot. Those arches look so ticklish."
Marcus chimed in: "I'd add some artistic flair, maybe silk gloves for gliding torment, focusing on the toes peeking through the nylons. Imagine her laughing helplessly in that red dress."
Trent added: "And I'd make sure her thighs and knees are strapped so she can't even twitch. High heels off, feet vulnerable. We'd own her submission."
Alex squirmed in his chair, his own nylons rubbing against his skin as he read. "Sounds intense. But I posted looking for a lee. I'm the ler in this scenario."
A pause, then Dominic: "We get it. But why not meet first? Discuss in person. We can roleplay a teaser. You as the director, us as the tormentors. Hotel bar downtown tomorrow night?"
"Yes," Alex replied impulsively. "I'll be there. Dressed casually."
But as he prepared the next evening, he couldn't resist. He slipped into his full Scarlet Overkill outfit: a form-fitting red dress that hugged his curves (padded for effect), sheer black nylon stockings shimmering on his legs, and sky-high strappy heels that clicked seductively as he walked. Makeup flawless, red lips, smoky eyes, he admired himself. "Just to feel the part," he told his reflection. "They won't know."
At the hotel bar, the trio spotted him immediately. Dominic approached first, his suit impeccable, eyes raking over Alex's outfit. "You must be ScarletSubmissive. Or should I say, Scarlet herself? That dress... and those nylons. You're bolder than your ad suggested."
Alex blushed under the makeup, sitting at their table. "I... thought it'd help visualize. Call me Alex."
Marcus grinned, sliding into the booth beside him, his hand brushing Alex's knee accidentally, or not. "Visualize? Honey, you're making it real. Those heels are killer. Mind if I see the full effect?" He gestured to Alex's feet under the table.
Trent leaned in from the other side, his muscular frame crowding Alex. "Yeah, kick off one heel. Let's see those nylon feet up close. For 'inspiration,' like your pics."
Alex hesitated, but the command in their tones stirred his submission. He slipped off one heel, extending his stockinged foot subtly under the table. "Like this?"
Dominic's fingers grazed his arch lightly, sending electric tickles up his leg. "Oh, perfect. So smooth in those nylons. Imagine this bound, wrists tied, ankles, knees and thighs strapped. Feathers here..." He traced a line along the sole, making Alex giggle involuntarily.
"Stop... that tickles," Alex whispered, but he didn't pull away.
Marcus chuckled, his hand on Alex's thigh now, feeling the nylon. "That's the point, Alex. Your ad said no safe word till submission. We're just previewing."
Trent's strong hand cupped Alex's other heel, massaging the ball of his foot through the stocking. "These toes, reinforced nylon tips? They'd curl so nicely under tickling. Begging already?"
The teasing continued over drinks, their dialogs weaving promises of torment. "We'll bind you....er, Scarlet tight," Dominic said, his voice low and hot. "Ropes on thighs to keep legs straight, exposing every inch of nylon."
"I'd deny release," Marcus added, winking. "Tease the soles, pause, then attack the arches. Make you....sorry, Scarlet ache for it to end."
"And I'd hold her down," Trent growled. "No wiggling free. Full submission or we keep going."
Alex was rock hard under his dress, the light tickles and words pushing him. "Okay... let's do a trial session. At your place?"
The men exchanged knowing glances. "Perfect," Dominic said. "But remember your ad's rules. Once bound as Scarlet, no turning back till you submit."
As they led him out, Alex realized too late: they weren't planning to let him be the ler. He was walking into their trap, his nylon feet already tingling with anticipation.
To be continued......
