Mr. Fifty Shades of NO
Vicky seduces Mr. Fifty Shades of NO into signing a rental contract and became his naughty housemate…
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 chose to bury.
It took me more than a month to write this.
Because he wasn’t just any man.
He ranks up there with Mr. Prince Charming— 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 as me, which makes his presence oh so dangerous... And I have NOT forgiven him for restraining me without giving me what I want most.
He is a Chinese Singaporean Gentlemen in his Mid 30’s.
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 punishment— One that will haunt her for a long time…
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 hunger— Once the tap is turned, it desires to consume either in high quantity or high intensity. I needed more LOVERS™ to balance out my dissipating monthly sex quota.
When the first Gentleman of the Month requested for a roleplay through his long text with vivid scenes, I thought I’ve finally found my equal in the world of sex fantasy.
ACT I: The LandLady
I need to get my extra bedroom rented out today. There’s a young Chinese gentlemen coming to view it— I’m gonna do all I can to seduce him to sign it today.
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. ‘‘Oh”, he chuckled.
I turned my head and asked innocently “Can you see it?”. He shyly replied ‘‘Oh, the view was blocked…”. So I walked to the other side and did it again. This time, bowing down with my half my titts exposed. He chuckled again and said “Ahhh… I see it now.”.
Next stop, the Fridge.
“This is our built in fridge. This section can be yours and this will be mine. Why don’t you come over a little closer to see it?” I signalled to him. As he walked towards me.. his body was just half an arm’s length away. Behind him, the dining table.
Perfect trap spot, I thought to myself.
“And here at the bottom, is the freezer.”, I bend over once more, opened the freezer door and took a few steps back. Secretly aiming my butt right at his pelvis. I could feel his thighs. But he didn’t move. He simply stood there, cushioning my ass in place and 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 machine’s line of passage. I didn’t care about consequences— only contract. I showed him around the rest of the house including my own bedroom, where my black bunny dildo and leather cuffs lay open on the side table.
ACT II: 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.
“These are minty shampoo and shower gel from Taiwan, you can have them!”
This time round, I didn’t just bend over. I push my ass so deep onto his cock that there was no denying that something had risen.
Firm and Soft. Ready to be ridden. His breathe slowed…
But I' wasn’t done with him yet.
”Oh, so sorry, it’s just so cramp here!”, I apologised. He didn’t laugh anymore. His hands was firmly placed on my ass… Examining it closely.
“Above is the rainshower, there’s also a hand shower if you like!” I pulled the knob while standing beneath it. Warm water sprinkled down. It kissed my breasts, bouncing and sliding between my curves. I gasped and leaned back onto him. I turned around, acting like a naive princess in need of a saviour.
“All no” I sighed, pressing my wet breasts against his muscular chest. “The water made me all wet. Can you help me with it?” 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. “Oh… I guess there’s some inside too.” My perky nipples sent their early greetings. We looked into each other’s 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 I’d instantly become his. A power he holds where I can’t 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 slipped onto the opposite side of his bed, thighs exposed. My feet and toes, playful and wicked, was teasing his cock
I can’t remember what happened next.
He came over, stared at me then touched my ear lobes.
I think he decided that it was time for me to be punished.