Scarlett's The Yes Game
Lying face down on the massage table, naked, trying to keep my heart rate under control. While this wasn't my first time here, my nerves were just as intense as the first, second, and every time after.
I'd recently discovered that some spas catered to men and would provide a certain kind of massage along with a 'happy ending' for a specified fee. What caught my interest was the possibility of negotiating additional services, particularly those that involved humiliation. Calling around to different spas, I'd asked if they had girls who would roleplay or cater to specific fetishes. Most were hesitant, but one spa told me to ask for Scarlett.
Having met Scarlett a few times, she was starting to understand my desires. Fetishes can be difficult to discuss and even harder to explain. Fortunately for me, my fetish involves humiliation, which means that more often than not, I enjoy getting embarrassed when trying to describe it.
The challenge I face is that as soon as someone hears "humiliation," their minds jump to "domination." While domination can certainly be humiliating, it's not my preferred fetish.
Imagine me in a crowded hotel lobby clad in nothing but a skimpy towel, feeling the stares of everyone around me - that's my idea of heaven. But how do you recreate that in a dark room with soft, new agey music playing?
In our previous sessions, Scarlett defaulted to domination. She had me crawling around on all fours, kissing her feet, and barking like a dog. This might sound appealing, but it's not my thing. The subtle difference is that if she just tells me to kiss her feet, it's okay, but if she tells me to do it with a hint of amusement in her eyes while laughing, it's perfection.
At our last session, she suggested bringing in another woman to watch, but I wasn't ready for that (even though that was exactly what I wanted).
It's one thing to have a fantasy, quite another to make it real.
For now, I was content to share my fantasies with Scarlett, amidst the usual spankings, crawling, barking, and so on.
These included scenarios like being exposed in a crowded hotel lobby, having the maid(s) walk in while I'm naked, being kicked out of my high school gym locker room while nude, and being paddled by a group of sorority sisters on my bare butt.
These didn't seem to rouse Scarlett much.
Entering the room as always, Scarlett was blonde, around 5' 5", with nice breasts held in a pink crop top. Her skirt was short, black, and pleated, showing off her impressive legs.
"Hey there," she flirted, sporting a blonde bob and eyes twinkling. "Ready for some fun today?"
"Yes," I said.
"It doesn't sound very enthusiastic," she responded with a pout.
"I am!" I declared a bit louder.
She didn't convince so easily. "Louder."
"I AM!"
"Louder!"
"I AM!!"
"Louder!!"
"I AM!!!"
She smiled. "That's better."
Don't be fooled - these rooms are not soundproof!
"Today, we're going to play the YES game. You know how it works, right?" I declared my unfamiliarity.
"It's super easy. I ask you questions and your only response has to be YES. Denying me will end the game and your session," she explained.
She saw my concern and reassured me it wasn't a trick.
"This game is about putting you in humiliating situations, which is why you're here, right?" she queried.
Indeed, Scarlett had been paying attention. In our last session, I'd hesitated when she wanted to take things to the next level, so this was her way of taking away my safety net.
"Want to play?" she asked, knowing she had me.
Play or go home. "Yes," I agreed reluctantly.
"Do you trust me?" she asked.
"Yes," I responded.
"Trust that I'm going to humiliate you?"
"Yes," I added with trepidation.
"Do you want to be humiliated?"
"Yes," I said, now turning on the enthusiasm.
"Careful what you wish for," she teased.
"Do you want to see my breasts?" she offered, wiggling her upper torso playfully.
"Yes," I replied, suddenly liking the game's premise.
Pouting, she said, "Darn, I didn't really think you'd mean that. No tits for you."
Keeping up the playfulness, she asked, "Do you want me to slap your butt?"
"Yes," I said cautiously, because you know...
"Are they supposed to be hard slaps?" she quizzed.
"Yes," I said with a hope that it sounded more like a 'no.'
She responded with a playful spank to the left side of my buttocks, then the right, and back to the left.
Do you want to express gratitude after each whack?
Yeah.
They thwacked me more, and I lauded them.
Do you want to showcase your praises loudly?
Sure.
Do you want me to commence from the start again?
Absolutely.
She laughed and continued her assaulting.
After completing her work, she proposed if I coveted an additional ten.
I contemplated, "Ten might be closer to fifteen," but I explicitly said,
"Yes."
She chortled and conveyed, "We'll have lots more thwacks soon. Fancy it?"
"Yes."
"Say it earnestly."
"Yes!"
"Louder!"
"YES!"
(Room is not secure.)
Would she invite another female in?
I thought. From past times, I disagreed, but now I can't hang out without risking going home. So, I affirmed,
"Yes."
"Bothers you?"
"Yes."
"Here's why: I'm acquaintanced with her now. I'd feel uncomfortable stripping naked in front of another female and conducting activities."
"However, you're comfortable being humiliated, right?"
Absolutely.
"Can I make you feel humiliated?"
Reflexively, "Oh yes."
"And that's why you're not hard?"
"Yes."
Scarlett dictated, "Stay with feeling perplexed. As I fetch Sonia, I expect you to re-equip to the table's end with your undergarments on."
My undergarments were hereby restored. My situation felt void of any thrill; the game put me on edge. I waited for Scarlett's return. I heard her conversing and guffawing away on the opposite side of the door. I was concerned about being the subject of ridicule when Scarlett entered with a probable additional woman.
"Did we startle you?" Scarlett inquired once she crossed the threshold, inadvertently casing tension.
I tried to say "no," but recollecting the game's rules, my reply expired as, "na-yes."
Scarlett grinned, ultimately introductions occurred. Sonia sported dark curls and bigger breasts than Scarlett, headlining her comfort in unfastening her blouse.
"Are you gazing at Sonia's breasts?" Scarlett asked abruptly, bewildering me. I hadn't been staring with intent, but I am aware my glance had landed on her bosom.
"Yes."
"Want to feel them?" Scarlett suggested. I muttered, "Yes" more meaningfully.
Scarlett joked, "What the hell?" Sonia mused, still dumbfounded.
"It's an exclusive game," Scarlett elaborated; grinning at me.
"Isn't that right?" Her eyes locked on mine.
My rigid response: "Yes."
Scarlett then pursued, "In this game, I must convey questions to which your answer must be 'yes'."
"So, if I ask you if you're nervous about potential spectators and your response is 'yes,' that would altogether equate to 'yes' in your system, correct?"
"Yes."
Scarlett remarked, "You fear some lady will be awestruck by your deficient cock, huh?"
"Yes."
Possibly knowing that I dread her discovering the truth, Scarlett sarcastically stated, "You think that if Sonia gawked at your shaft, she'd be consumed by lust, right?"
"Yes."
Scarlett persevered, "Desire to show her your toy?"
"Yes."
Scarlett inquired, "Fear she'd faint from the shock?"
I admitted, "Yes."
However, Sonia mocked, "That's so inadequate!" Her chuckles grew stronger, transforming into gales of laughter.
Scarlett counteracted her laughter, "Apologize to Sonia."
I humbled myself, apologizing for my limitations, or rather the pervasive fear of indulging in this demeaning scenario.
"Could be because she was in disbelief at your size," Sonia explained, although, she could not hide the mirth in her tones.
"Fine," I said. Scarlett considered me to have been unaffected, but Sonia sensed otherwise.
Scarlett bade me, "Apologize for being pathetic."
My response was artful: "Yes." I spouted, fervor emitted by my remark.
"So much for being bigger than some men," Sonia scoffed.
Scarlett faced me, "It appears that I caused you to feel insecure. What are your emotions?"
Hesitation momentarily paralyzed my brain, but I proceeded with, "Yes," representing a combination of both relief and humiliation.
"Keep remaining embarrassed; when I invite Sonia, her position is to marvel over your expression. Let go of your underwear!"
I complied. Sonia recovered, giggled, her laughter then swelling into hysterical spasms.
"I'm sorry. It's just that..." she struggled to restrain her amusement, "it's so, so... small!" After recovering some composure, Sonia erupted into laughter again.
Scarlett held my gaze, "Apologize for having a minuscule genitalia."
She had me appeal for Sonia's mercy, who likely just ended that apology with her guffaws, and I swear to God, she expressed some sympathy when affirming my harmless intentions. Finally, she seized her laughter.
In the story, Scarlett took advantage of a situation once more. She questioned if I felt guilty about leading Sonia astray.
"Yes."
She then asked if a new spanking session could ease my guilt.
"Yes."
She proceeded to inquire if Sonia should perform these spankings.
"Yes."
"Twenty, like before?"
"Yes."
There was a brief pause, and I was sure they were joking about me.
While Scarlett was away, Sonia shared a smile with me, "You're amusing."
I managed a faint smile and shrug.
"Come on," she said, tapping the massage table.
I returned to my stomach position.
"No, honey, I require you on all fours, in a dog-like stance. This allows for better spanking."
"Have you done this before?"
"Oh yes, numerous times," she answered, laughing.
I detected more murmurs outside the locked door and a burst of amusement.
Scarlett re-entered the room, accompanied by two additional females: the petite Asian woman named Jenny and a taller woman named Jordan.
These women giggled at my helpless situation.
Scarlett took a sip from a water bottle and instructed, "Look at you, all primed and ready for your spanking! Are you enthused?"
"Yes," I responded, continuing our playful game, despite my true feelings.
"Jenny and Jordan want to witness it," she stated.
"Is that okay with you?"
"Yes."
Scarlett inquired if I was happy about this.
"Yes."
She then commanded, "Say it louder."
"Yes."
"Louder still!"
"YES."
Scarlett advised me to wag my butt.
Thus, I wiggled my butt from side to side.
This prompted more derisive laughter from my captors.
Scarlett set down her water bottle and provided Sonia with the paddle she'd fetched.
Sonia applied the paddle softly to my buttocks and inquired calmly, "Are you prepared, sweetie?"
Naturally, I answered, "Yes."
"Whap!" accompanied by a grunt by me.
Scarlett asked, "What do we say to Sonia?"
"Yes."
"Incorrect," she laughed, "we express appreciation. "Thank you," Baby."
Sonia spanked me once more, and I replied, "Thank you."
"Scarlett," Sonia questioned, "Why isn't his 'Thank you' convincing enough for you?"
"It seems he's telling you he's not receiving sufficient spankings. Agree, Sugar?"
"Yes," I said, resigned to my fate.
WHAP! "THANK YOU!"
WHAP! "THANK YOU!"
WHAP! "THANK YOU!"
WHAP! "THANK YOU!"
After a while, Jordan knocked on the door.
She informed a female who had greeted me upon my arrival about the full occupancy status of the room.
"Inform him we're busy at the moment but invite him back in 30 minutes," Jordan instructed.
"What's happening in there?" The woman inquired.
"Mind your own business," replied Jordan with a laugh, shutting the door.
WHAP! "THANK YOU!"
WHAP! "THANK YOU!"
WHAP! "THANK YOU!"
WHAP! "THANK YOU!"
The women then started discussing the intensity of my redness. Each in turn examined a cheek.
"Wow," Jenny commented, "his erection has returned. Or do you think it never subsided?"
"It's adorable," Jordan chortled.
Sonic asked, "Does it never grow bigger?"
Scarlett signaled me to stand upright.
In this position, on my back, the women gazed at my upright phallus and joked about it.
"Okay, baby," invited Scarlett. "Lie down on your back."
So I did.
"Do you like the three of us gazing at your monumental cock?"
"Yes."
The women giggled.
"Would you like us to address this erection in a different manner?"
"Yes," I prayed, anticipating some naughty acts which might repay me for this ordeal.
"Fancy a drink?" asks Scarlett, her lips almost touching mine as she licks them. "Something chilly?" she continues, squeezing my member as she says the word 'drink'.
"Oh my God yes," I mutter, struggling to speak.
"Alright then, sweetheart. Close those peepers."
My eyes shut tight as I listen out for the sound of water being poured when suddenly, freezing-cold water sprays all over my sold and I open my eyes, water now soaking my face.
A few laughs from the girl fill the air, followed by a gasp and a giggle.
"Oh my goodness, that was hilarious!" says Sonia, still chuckling.
"Did you like that, babe?" queries Scarlett.
In truth, I could've just said 'no' and not face any sort of repercussions, but I was pretty much powerless, so I acknowledge Scarlett's question with a 'yes'.
"Do you think the next guy would agree to the same?" asks Jordan.
"The door just opened a little," she calls out to Maggie. "Did the other fella return?"
"No, he said he'll come back later. It seemed like something quite frightening was going on in there."
"Oh, okay, got it," returns Jordan.
Turning to the others, "Does anyone else think Margaret sounded a bit uptight just then?"
"What about Colleen?" they ask in unison, oblivious to what Scarlett is referencing.
"Uh, Margaret." Scarlett grins, the others still confused.
"What about her?" plead Jenny and Sonia.
She points to me and then gestures to the door and me again.
"Hahaha, Margaret!" the ladies howl, losing it entirely.
"Are you up for another round of fun?" Scarlett asks me as she casually grins, laugh lines spreading across her face.
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