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Part 2: The First Submission and the Switch
Alex's heels clicked nervously against the concrete as he approached the loft building, the red dress clinging to his body like a second skin. The sheer black nylon stockings whispered with every step, a constant reminder of the fantasy he was stepping into. His makeup was impeccable, bold red lips, sharp eyeliner mimicking Scarlet Overkill's fierce gaze, but inside, he was a whirlwind of anticipation and doubt. "This is just a trial," he told himself, clutching his purse. "I can back out if it gets too much." But deep down, the ad's words echoed: no safe word until submission.
The door buzzed open before he could knock. Dominic stood there, his suit traded for a casual button-down that did little to hide his authoritative presence. "Welcome, Scarlet," he said with a predatory smile, eyes lingering on Alex's nylon-clad legs. "Come in. The boys are waiting."
Inside the spacious loft, Marcus and Trent lounged on a leather couch, a bottle of red wine already open on the coffee table. The air smelled faintly of sandalwood and something sweeter, almost intoxicating. Marcus jumped up, his artistic tattoos flexing as he took Alex's hand. "Damn, that dress hugs you perfectly. And those stockings, sheer and smooth. Sit, let's chat before we play."
Trent poured a glass, handing it to Alex with a wink. "Drink up, Alex. It'll help you relax. Your ad mentioned intense tickling, we want you fully immersed."
Alex sipped the wine, noting its rich, slightly bitter taste. "Thanks. So, about the session... I'm directing, right? You'll show me how you'd tickle a lee dressed like this."
The men exchanged glances, chuckling softly. Dominic sat close, his thigh brushing Alex's. "Of course. But to demonstrate properly, we need you in position. Think of it as method acting." He gestured to a corner of the room where a padded bondage chair waited, sturdy wood with cushioned armrests, leg extensions, and an array of straps and ropes coiled neatly.
Marcus nodded eagerly. "Yeah, hop in. We'll bind you lightly at first, wrists behind, ankles, knees and thighs secured. Just like your ad. No harm in feeling it out."
The wine warmed Alex's veins quickly, a subtle haze settling in, making his skin tingle more than usual. "Okay... but remember, this is a trial. I say stop if needed."
Trent smirked, guiding Alex to the chair. "Your rules, Scarlet: no safe word till submission. But sure, we'll ease in." As Alex sat, Trent knelt, securing soft silk ties around his ankles to the chair's extensions. "These nylons feel amazing. So sheer. Your feet are gonna be so sensitive."
Dominic worked on the wrists, looping ropes behind the chair back, pulling Alex's arms taut. "There, snug but not too tight. Now for the knees..." He strapped leather bands just above them, then higher on the thighs, immobilizing Alex's legs completely. The position forced his red dress to ride up slightly, exposing more of the black nylons.
Marcus kicked off Alex's high heels with a grin. "Shoes off, can't have those in the way. Look at these soles, boys. Perfect arches, toes wiggling already in those reinforced tips."
Alex tested the bonds, his heart racing as he realized how helpless he was. The relaxant in the wine amplified every sensation, the cool air on his nylon feet, the slight pull of the ropes. "Alright, show me what you'd do. Start slow."
Dominic picked up a soft ostrich feather, twirling it between his fingers. "As you wish, Scarlet." He dragged it lightly across Alex's left sole, the nylon making the touch glide silkily. "How's that feel? Ticklish yet?"
Alex giggled, his foot twitching involuntarily. "Heh... yeah, a little. The nylon makes it worse, it's like it traps the sensation."
Trent joined in, using his fingertips to skratch gently under the toes of the right foot. "Worse? Or better? Imagine this on a real Scarlet, begging already. 'Oh, not the toes!' she'd say."
"Not the toes... ahaha!" Alex echoed playfully, but his laughter deepened as Marcus added a second feather, focusing on the arches. "Guys, that's intense. The bonds... I can't pull away."
"Good," Marcus murmured, his voice husky. "That's the point. Tease and denial. We tickle, then pause." He stopped abruptly, massaging Alex's calf through the stocking instead. "Feel that? Relief, but it builds the anticipation."
The men rotated, their dialogs weaving a web of seduction. Dominic leaned in close, his breath hot on Alex's ear. "Submit yet, Scarlet? Or do we ramp it up? Your ad promised no mercy."
"Not yet," Alex gasped, sweat beading on his forehead, the red dress dampening. "Keep going... show me more."
Trent grabbed an electric toothbrush from a nearby table, switching it on with a low buzz. "Alright, villainess. Time for tools." He pressed the vibrating bristles against Alex's nylon sole, right on the ball of the foot. "How's this? Buzzing through the stockings drives most lees wild."
Alex burst into laughter, his body jerking against the restraints. "Ahahaha! Oh god, that's too much! It tickles everywhere. The vibrations shoot up my leg!"
Marcus donned silk gloves, gliding them over the arches in slow circles. "Silk on nylon, slippery torment. Beg for us, Scarlet. Say it: 'Please, masters, not my feet.'"
"Please... not my arches! Hahaha!" Alex pleaded, tears forming from the relentless assault. His thighs strained against the straps, knees locked, wrists pulling futilely. The combination was overwhelming. The feathers light and teasing, fingers precise, toothbrush buzzing madly.
Dominic nibbled lightly on a nylon-covered toe, his teeth grazing the sheer material. "Submit, Scarlet. Beg and plead like your ad said. Or we'll never stop. We could go all night."
The intensity built, Alex's laughter turning breathless, his crossdressed body writhing in the chair. "I... I submit! Please, masters, I submit! No more!"
The men paused, but didn't release him. Trent pulled out a phone, revealing hidden cameras angled at the chair. "Good girl, Scarlet. But we're not done. See these? We've recorded everything, your giggles, your begging."
Marcus held up a printed contract, his eyes gleaming. "Sign this. It binds you to us: weekly sessions, same rules. Or this video goes online, to your forum friends."
Alex's eyes widened, the relaxant fog making resistance hard. "You can't... this was a trial!"
Dominic traced a finger along Alex's bound thigh, squeezing through the nylon. "Your ad set the trap, Scarlet. No safe word, remember? Sign, and we'll let you go for tonight."
Trembling, Alex scrawled his name, the pen shaking. "Fine... I sign. But why?"
Trent untied the ropes slowly, massaging Alex's wrists. "Because you're perfect as our nylon ticklee. Next week, same time. Wear sheer pantyhose next."
Marcus helped him stand, kissing his cheek. "You'll crave it, Scarlet. Admit it, that submission felt good."
As Alex stumbled out, exhausted and aroused, his nylons torn slightly from the wriggling, he knew they were right. The fantasy had switched, and he was trapped in its silky grip.
To be continued......
Alex's heels clicked nervously against the concrete as he approached the loft building, the red dress clinging to his body like a second skin. The sheer black nylon stockings whispered with every step, a constant reminder of the fantasy he was stepping into. His makeup was impeccable, bold red lips, sharp eyeliner mimicking Scarlet Overkill's fierce gaze, but inside, he was a whirlwind of anticipation and doubt. "This is just a trial," he told himself, clutching his purse. "I can back out if it gets too much." But deep down, the ad's words echoed: no safe word until submission.
The door buzzed open before he could knock. Dominic stood there, his suit traded for a casual button-down that did little to hide his authoritative presence. "Welcome, Scarlet," he said with a predatory smile, eyes lingering on Alex's nylon-clad legs. "Come in. The boys are waiting."
Inside the spacious loft, Marcus and Trent lounged on a leather couch, a bottle of red wine already open on the coffee table. The air smelled faintly of sandalwood and something sweeter, almost intoxicating. Marcus jumped up, his artistic tattoos flexing as he took Alex's hand. "Damn, that dress hugs you perfectly. And those stockings, sheer and smooth. Sit, let's chat before we play."
Trent poured a glass, handing it to Alex with a wink. "Drink up, Alex. It'll help you relax. Your ad mentioned intense tickling, we want you fully immersed."
Alex sipped the wine, noting its rich, slightly bitter taste. "Thanks. So, about the session... I'm directing, right? You'll show me how you'd tickle a lee dressed like this."
The men exchanged glances, chuckling softly. Dominic sat close, his thigh brushing Alex's. "Of course. But to demonstrate properly, we need you in position. Think of it as method acting." He gestured to a corner of the room where a padded bondage chair waited, sturdy wood with cushioned armrests, leg extensions, and an array of straps and ropes coiled neatly.
Marcus nodded eagerly. "Yeah, hop in. We'll bind you lightly at first, wrists behind, ankles, knees and thighs secured. Just like your ad. No harm in feeling it out."
The wine warmed Alex's veins quickly, a subtle haze settling in, making his skin tingle more than usual. "Okay... but remember, this is a trial. I say stop if needed."
Trent smirked, guiding Alex to the chair. "Your rules, Scarlet: no safe word till submission. But sure, we'll ease in." As Alex sat, Trent knelt, securing soft silk ties around his ankles to the chair's extensions. "These nylons feel amazing. So sheer. Your feet are gonna be so sensitive."
Dominic worked on the wrists, looping ropes behind the chair back, pulling Alex's arms taut. "There, snug but not too tight. Now for the knees..." He strapped leather bands just above them, then higher on the thighs, immobilizing Alex's legs completely. The position forced his red dress to ride up slightly, exposing more of the black nylons.
Marcus kicked off Alex's high heels with a grin. "Shoes off, can't have those in the way. Look at these soles, boys. Perfect arches, toes wiggling already in those reinforced tips."
Alex tested the bonds, his heart racing as he realized how helpless he was. The relaxant in the wine amplified every sensation, the cool air on his nylon feet, the slight pull of the ropes. "Alright, show me what you'd do. Start slow."
Dominic picked up a soft ostrich feather, twirling it between his fingers. "As you wish, Scarlet." He dragged it lightly across Alex's left sole, the nylon making the touch glide silkily. "How's that feel? Ticklish yet?"
Alex giggled, his foot twitching involuntarily. "Heh... yeah, a little. The nylon makes it worse, it's like it traps the sensation."
Trent joined in, using his fingertips to skratch gently under the toes of the right foot. "Worse? Or better? Imagine this on a real Scarlet, begging already. 'Oh, not the toes!' she'd say."
"Not the toes... ahaha!" Alex echoed playfully, but his laughter deepened as Marcus added a second feather, focusing on the arches. "Guys, that's intense. The bonds... I can't pull away."
"Good," Marcus murmured, his voice husky. "That's the point. Tease and denial. We tickle, then pause." He stopped abruptly, massaging Alex's calf through the stocking instead. "Feel that? Relief, but it builds the anticipation."
The men rotated, their dialogs weaving a web of seduction. Dominic leaned in close, his breath hot on Alex's ear. "Submit yet, Scarlet? Or do we ramp it up? Your ad promised no mercy."
"Not yet," Alex gasped, sweat beading on his forehead, the red dress dampening. "Keep going... show me more."
Trent grabbed an electric toothbrush from a nearby table, switching it on with a low buzz. "Alright, villainess. Time for tools." He pressed the vibrating bristles against Alex's nylon sole, right on the ball of the foot. "How's this? Buzzing through the stockings drives most lees wild."
Alex burst into laughter, his body jerking against the restraints. "Ahahaha! Oh god, that's too much! It tickles everywhere. The vibrations shoot up my leg!"
Marcus donned silk gloves, gliding them over the arches in slow circles. "Silk on nylon, slippery torment. Beg for us, Scarlet. Say it: 'Please, masters, not my feet.'"
"Please... not my arches! Hahaha!" Alex pleaded, tears forming from the relentless assault. His thighs strained against the straps, knees locked, wrists pulling futilely. The combination was overwhelming. The feathers light and teasing, fingers precise, toothbrush buzzing madly.
Dominic nibbled lightly on a nylon-covered toe, his teeth grazing the sheer material. "Submit, Scarlet. Beg and plead like your ad said. Or we'll never stop. We could go all night."
The intensity built, Alex's laughter turning breathless, his crossdressed body writhing in the chair. "I... I submit! Please, masters, I submit! No more!"
The men paused, but didn't release him. Trent pulled out a phone, revealing hidden cameras angled at the chair. "Good girl, Scarlet. But we're not done. See these? We've recorded everything, your giggles, your begging."
Marcus held up a printed contract, his eyes gleaming. "Sign this. It binds you to us: weekly sessions, same rules. Or this video goes online, to your forum friends."
Alex's eyes widened, the relaxant fog making resistance hard. "You can't... this was a trial!"
Dominic traced a finger along Alex's bound thigh, squeezing through the nylon. "Your ad set the trap, Scarlet. No safe word, remember? Sign, and we'll let you go for tonight."
Trembling, Alex scrawled his name, the pen shaking. "Fine... I sign. But why?"
Trent untied the ropes slowly, massaging Alex's wrists. "Because you're perfect as our nylon ticklee. Next week, same time. Wear sheer pantyhose next."
Marcus helped him stand, kissing his cheek. "You'll crave it, Scarlet. Admit it, that submission felt good."
As Alex stumbled out, exhausted and aroused, his nylons torn slightly from the wriggling, he knew they were right. The fantasy had switched, and he was trapped in its silky grip.
To be continued......
