Mr Fifty Shades of NO
Vicky seduces Mr. Fifty Shades of NO into signing a rental contract and became his naughty housemateâŚ
Dear Diary,
Once in a blue moon, I guess we will meet a soul that deprives us of our most primal needs and instead, awaken a desire we secretly wanted but choose to bury.
It took me more than a month to write this.
Because he wasnât just any man.
He ranks up there with Mr. Prince Charmingâ not in a fairytale sense,
but in the way he broke the script.
I needed time to process what happened. To admit the truth.
Before I could pen this down like a Shakespeare poem.
I still remember the scent of his focaccia feet..
He lives in the same private estate (Condominium) as me, which makes his presence so dangerous... But I have NOT forgiven him for restraining me without giving me what I want most.
He is a Chinese Singaporean Gentlemen in his Mid 30âs.
Oddly handsome despite his center parting hair.
Above all.. He was a mindmaster.
The Asian version of Mr. Christian Grey from Fifty Shades of Grey movie except that he left Vicky a different kind of punishmentâ One that will haunt her for a long timeâŚ
THE ROLEPLAY
After a sexless month in Japan, I flew back to Singapore in June 2025, ready to hump like a horny bunny unleashed. Sex is a hungerâ Once the tap is turned on, it desires to consume either in high quantity or high intensity. I needed more LOVERS⢠to balance out my high sex drive.
When the first Gentleman of the Month requested for a roleplay through his long text filled with vivid description of roleplay scenes, I thought Iâve finally found my equal in the world of sex fantasy.
ACT I: The LandLady
I need to get my extra bedroom rented out today. Thereâs a young Chinese gentlemen coming to view itâ Iâm gonna do all I can to seduce him to sign it today. So I wore a tight white dress with a flowy mini skirt hem. No bra. Paired with a white lacy thong.
As he entered the house, I smiled and showed him around. I lured him into the kitchen first. The Miele Oven is down at the bottom of the kitchen cabinet. He stood behind me as I bent over to open its lid. As I did that⌠the mini skirt hem gave itself up, lifting just enough to reveal my white thong trapped in between my perky butt⌠fully exposed. ââOhâ, he chuckled.
I turned my head and asked innocently âCan you see it?â. He shyly replied ââOh, the view was blockedâŚâ. So I walked to the side, facing him and did it again. This time, bowing down with my half my titts exposed. He chuckled again and said âAhhh⌠I see it now.â.
Next stop, the Fridge.
âThis is our built in fridge. This section can be yours and this will be mine. Why donât you come over a little closer to see it?â I signalled to him. As he walked towards me.. his body was just half an armâs length away. Behind him, the dining table, cramping him close to me.
Perfect trap spot, I thought to myself.
âAnd here at the bottom, is the freezer.â, I bend over once more. I opened the freezer door and took a few steps back. Secretly aiming my butt to be sandwiched right between his cock. I could feel his thighs. But he didnât move. He simply stood there, as I cushioned my ass in place and innocently mumbled a few questions..
As I stood up and reclaimed my pose, I slowly slid my butt down this manhood⌠Like a Mastercard swiping itself into the credit machineâs line of passage. I didnât care about consequencesâ only contract. I showed him around the rest of the house including my own bedroom, where my black bunny dildo and leather cuffs lies unapologetically in display on the bedside table.
ACT II: The Shower Seduction
[Real Life Roleplay] The Actual Bathroom In My House
I brought him into the private bathroom that came with his bedroom. Designed with gorgeous brown marbled tiles with just enough shower space for temptations to bloom.
I shut the dark tinted glass door behind us. Now we were trapped in the corner of the shower room. I can hear his breath. Feel his rising heat.
âThese are minty shampoo and shower gel from Taiwan, you can have them!â. This time round, I didnât just bend over. I push my ass so deep onto his clothed cock and there was no denying that something had risen.
Firm and Soft. Ready to be ridden. His breathe slowedâŚ
But I' wasnât done with him yet.
âOh, so sorry, itâs just so cramp here!â, I apologised. He didnât laugh anymore. His hands was firmly placed on my ass⌠Examining it closely.
âAbove is the rainshower, thereâs also a hand shower if you like!â I pulled the knob while standing beneath it. Cold water sprinkled down. It kissed my breasts, bouncing and sliding between my curves. I gasped and leaned onto him. I turned around, acting like a princess in need of a saviour.
âAll noâ I sighed, pressing my wet breasts against his muscular chest. âThe water made me all wet. Can you help me with it?â I looked up with my dreamy eyes.
He obliged. Gently, artfully. His palms glided across the top half of my soft, exposed breast. His fingers, now complicit in my secret mission, felt like signatures before the contract.
I pulled out my top slightly. âOh⌠I guess thereâs some inside too.â My perky nipples sent their early greetings. We looked into each otherâs eyes with an unspoken seduction.
Next thing I knew?
He signed the contract.
I was thrilled and relieved.
But sensed that there was something more beneath his soft chuckles..
ACT III: The Slow Dance
*He did asked me to request for a slow dance⌠where he would touch my earlobe and Iâd instantly become his. A power he holds where I canât say NO to any of his biddings.
(But I forgot about this scene. It happens, okay? Script too long.)
ACT IV: Bedroom Hypnopy
I opened the door without knocking and laid on the other side of his bed with my inner thighs exposed. My feet and toes, playful and wicked, was teasing his cock without any permission.
He came over, stared at me then touched my ear lobes.
I think he decided that it was time for me to be punished.
I canât remember what happened next.
FIFTY SHADES OF NO
Mr Fifty Shades scotch taped Sex Bunnyâs lips..
HIS SECRET WEAPON
I was lying there on the bed⌠stripped from my dress, thongs and bra. Left completely at his mercy. My wrists bound in soft leather cuffs, I was ready to be punished.
Then he disappeared, only to return with a large duffle bag. My curious mind racedâ What interesting instruments of pleasure could he have hidden inside? He bend down and pulled out his secret weapon, the kind that no one expects.
A transparent roll of⌠mini scotch tape.
He tore a strip and pressed it over my lips. Scotch tapeâ Of all things! I blinked, confused but played along. Maybe itâs his kink. Maybe he wants to trap my moans inside me. I reassured myself.
THE FACE RUB
âOoh, itâs starting!â, I smiled to myself. Yet instead of ravishing me, he took his own sweet time to play with me. His fingers traces all over my skin. His eyes brimmed with hedonistic longing yet his sighs was betraying him. Like as if for some reason, he couldnât participated in this forbidden pleasure anymore.
When he undressed, my gaze locked onto his sculpted chest before dropping lower toâ his cock. Clean, flawless, beautiful.
But instead of sliding it inside me, he spread his legs over my shoulders and rubbed that cock across my taped lips, cheeks and face. The scent of him was branding my skin. His balls rested against my nose. Even his feet smelled like focaccia bread. I was forced to breathe him in, to be drown in his pheromones.
He made me ache to taste him, to feel him. Yet the tape sealed me from the very thing I craved. It was clear that he was teasing me deliberately.
âDid he think I have STD or what? I just did my comprehensive test and Iâm in the clear!â I wondered to myself, getting a little upset.
ON HIS COMMAND
By his mercy, he took my vibrating Black Bunny Dildo and slip it inside me. While He gazed at me with an expression as if to demand me to orgasm on his command. I gladly did so⌠My clitoris orgasm flooded through my body, leaving me exhausted.
JEALOUS SEX BUNNY
I recalled vetting his SBF trails...
He booked a threesome session with 2 escorts, both were allowed to devour and be pounced on. Why them and not me? Jealousy bloomed.
Yet in his denial, I discovered my real sex appetite was made for feasts not bread crumbs. Other girls would love to have such sessionâ No BJ, No Sex. But not me. For one does not simply book Vicky for a 2 hours session and not let her taste his cock or fill her up inside!
âOne does not simply book Vicky and not let her taste his cock or fill her up inside!â
A SUGARY ENGAGEMENT
âWhy didnât you fuck me?â I asked after the roleplay ended, still half-draped in longing. He smiled gently. âIâm engaged⌠to my sugar baby.â
Not a fiancĂŠe of many years. Not a woman tested by time. But a sugar arrangement barely a year old. A girl with a simple career, chosen because she was pretty and easy to get along with. Loyalty, he said, had to be kept.
In that very moment, I admired him. Thatâs my kind of prince charming. The kind that even if given a hall pass and stranded on a naked island, wouldnât break his vow (Perhaps unless I was on that island participating in an orgy together).
DATING APPS
He revealed to me about his tiring experience on dating apps like Tinder. He found it hard to find someone he likes. Someone who is pretty and carry herself well. So he turned to sugar dating sites.
I laughed, recognizing the same wound. Thatâs why I avoid dating apps too. There are no shortage of matches with good looking guys but they lacked depth & sincerity. After too many disappointing encounters, I had a theory that my kind of man would feel the same. I rather hold out for the ones with courage to approach me on street.
DIAMOND SUGAR DADDY
To me, she hadnât just found a gold mine â she had struck a diamond. In my short few month experiment with sugar dating, I have never seen a profile of someone single, young, handsome, and emotionally intelligent. Nearly are nightmares in various forms. Thatâs why I never accepted any arrangement.
Could I ever marry a sugar daddy? Probably not.
I can never trade away financial security for real love. Not in this generation where we have all the freedom to choose who to be with. But I guess not everyone can hold out being single for so longâŚ. Maybe there is some sort of discomfort in still being single by mid 30âs, even if heâs a great catch.
His choice made me wondered:
Do men find comfort in Women who live simpler livesâ those less entangled with career ambition like mine?
HIS FINAL TEST
I told him he could have let me know if he didnât intend to hump me. I could have lowered his CHOCOLATES⢠rate.
âNah, I am taking your time and energy tooâ, he replied like a true gentleman. One of the highest quality men Iâve metâ and he didnât even fuck me.
I see it now:
He had chosen me to be his temptation, his final test before his marriage. While I am glad to be his greatest seduction, I felt like I met him at the wrong time. Because I crave to intertwine with quality men.
âOkayâ, I said at last.
âI respect that. I wonât tempt you even if I see you around.â, I promised begrudgingly. He chuckled again with that amusing laugh of his.
PASSING BY: DID I STIR HIM?
Before our intimate encounter through KINDER BUENO⢠, I donât remember ever seeing him around the estate. Funny how once you become aware of someone, their presence suddenly appears everywhere.
One evening, after a late lunch around 5pm+, I caught sight of a familiar face. He smiled and waved. I sang a playful âHelloOOooâ back. He chuckled again. That chuckleâ Iâm certainly getting fond of it.
Secretly, I had been fantasizing about meeting him at the rooftop garden. Lying with him on a hammock that rocked with every gushing wind, carrying the sea salt of the Sentosa ocean, brushing it against our skin like a foreplay. I would seduce him there. If he demanded my tongue, I would gladly devour him. If he bound me in BDSM, I would surrender completelyâ because I knew he carried the kind of heart I could trust being taken care of afterwards.
But after that friendly exchange of waves and hello. His telegram status became âLast seen long time agoâ. Our conversation vanished. Erased from both sides, authorised by him.
Did I became too much of a temptation?
Did I stirred something in him?
I will never know.
This is tha nature of being a professional Sex Bunny. We never chase. We never reach out after the session. This is the line. Thatâs why we get CHOCOLATESâ˘.
WALTZING BY: HE STIRRED ME
I was returning home from the right pavement, he was on the left. We converged once again after crossing the road. I saw a familiar figure. He must have sensed me too because his pace slowed, almost as if he was waiting for me to catch up. A part of me was worried about another close encounter. I didnât want to stir any emotions for either side.
At the main gate, he held the glass door open for me.
"We gotta stop meeting like thisâ I jokingly said and smiled as I walked past him like a grateful princess. He chuckled while holding his grocery bag of red apples and full toilet paper rolls on the side.
The garden lights shined gently, as if to bless our path. The air that night was gentle. There was silent hesitation from both sides. We strolled side by side along the walkway for about a minute.
1 minute was all it took to shake my World.
He was heading back to his block, me to the Coworking lounge. Both was in the same area. âSo.. Have you eaten?â, he asked with a smile so genuine and in a caring tone that instantly stirred my heart. As we made small talks, I canât help but to stare into his bag of groceries.
âIs this what itâs like to be domesticated?â I wondered to myself.
To have someone who cares for you over the simplest things in life? To pick things together at the store, to have a Men carry the grocery bag for you and to walk home side by side, to wash the apples and eat it together?| And hopefully, to have lots of sex together whenever you wanted?
The possibility of a future Iâve buried deep began to glow inside me. By the time I reached the coworking lounge, I couldnât hold it in. I cried. Not for him, but for the hidden part of me that actually longed for this thing called⌠Love.
Saddened by the realisation of a missing piece I had convinced myself I didnât need. Isnât independence supposed to be enough? Isnât sex supposed to be enoughâ especially while we are still young?
Of course there was a reason why I chose to be Single.
It wasnât for the lack of tryingâŚ
Okay, I didnât try very long to be honest..
I played with Tinder & Hinge for barely 2 months around March 2025. I have matches with nearly all the handsome lads. Went for some dates back to back and it turned out to be disappointing. Entitlement for sex was dressed as charm, especially among the western guys. Thatâs the longest I could withstand being on those apps. He, somehow, endured it for years.
And now, perhaps I finally understand why he chose to settle down with someone he met in less than a year. Why he resisted hedonism, turned away from indulgence, and chose instead the quiet gravity of love.
For me?
I havenât figured out how I wish to find loveâ or how to keep it across the oceans. My life goal and career ambition weighs heavy on my shoulders, as if love must come second if I put the world first.
And dating in my generation is a terrible bargainďźYou are expected to sleep with him within first 2 dates otherwise, you wonât hear from them again. As if, the matches wonât run out. A hot people problem, perhaps.
Either that or your presence & body becomes a transaction for those who desire you. Whatâs a modern lady gotta choose?