Hey guys, after letting the polls roll, Evelyn is now game.
My POV chapter being kind of a flop, I won't repeat the experience, at least not for now, I guess I'm not as comfortable in this setting as when I write as usual.
I've also decided to cut down in size my chapters after a few feedbacks, so if I have a good spot to cut the chapters in 2, i'll do it (I know, even cut they are still quite big).
Anyway, I hope you enjoy the first part of this 2 parts chapter, feel free to leave feedbacks. I try to be creative and diverse in the games that Alan designs.
My POV chapter being kind of a flop, I won't repeat the experience, at least not for now, I guess I'm not as comfortable in this setting as when I write as usual.
I've also decided to cut down in size my chapters after a few feedbacks, so if I have a good spot to cut the chapters in 2, i'll do it (I know, even cut they are still quite big).
Anyway, I hope you enjoy the first part of this 2 parts chapter, feel free to leave feedbacks. I try to be creative and diverse in the games that Alan designs.
Chapter 8: An Itching Question
Ashley's trembling hand approached the bracelet, her fingers hesitating above the silver jewelry. The soft jingle of the bell at her left ankle seemed to intensify, like a subtle melody enveloping her entirely. Her breath was short, ragged, as she grasped the bracelet. The cold contact of the metal against her skin triggered a shiver that ran up her spine.
She fastened the bracelet to her right ankle, her thumb pressing on the clasp until a click sounded. From that moment, a strange sensation washed over her, a diffuse warmth spreading through her body. The two bracelets now seemed to vibrate softly in unison, their crystalline jingles forming a hypnotic harmony. Ashley felt a slight pressure at the back of her mind, a presence she couldn't quite explain.
Alan approached from behind her, his soft footsteps amplifying the echo in the silent room. He reached out, his fingers barely brushing the bracelets.
"Look how well they suit you, Ashley," he murmured in a soft but commanding voice. His eyes locked onto hers, captivating, impossible to look away from. "You know, these bracelets... they are special. Unique. And only you can wear them as they should be."
Ashley's gaze blurred slightly, her eyelids growing heavy under the effect of Alan's words. She opened her mouth to speak, but no sound came out. Her consciousness blurred as he continued:
"Only my voice can release them, Ashley. My voice, and nothing else. Don't even try to think about it... everything is so simple now, isn't it?"
She nodded slightly, her will fading like mist in the sun. The bracelets now felt heavier on her ankles, as if they had become an integral part of her.
Alan stepped back, his enigmatic smile still on his lips.
"And now, it's time to move forward."
Ashley blinked, slowly coming back to herself. A strange tranquility filled her, though an echo of Alan's words lingered at the back of her mind. She looked down at her ankles, where the bracelets shimmered softly, before turning to him.
"Let's go," she said in a voice more assured than she felt.
They walked down the dark corridor, their steps faintly echoing on the floor. With each movement, the delicate jingles of the bells accompanied Ashley like an intimate melody. She couldn't help but notice how these sounds now seemed to be a part of her.
They emerged into a familiar room: the one where Brian had been tied up. The chair where he had been immobilized was empty, and the room still bore the traces of their ordeal. The objects on the table remained in place, but the back door was wide open. There was no sign of Evelyn.
Alan took a few steps into the room, surveying the area with a satisfied air.
"Well, well, it seems Brian has succeeded in his part of the game," he announced with theatrical exaggeration. He turned to Ashley, his smile softening slightly. "You, on the other hand... you didn't overcome it alone. But that's okay. You still earned a reward."
Ashley clenched her fists, the weight of failure pressing on her. She wanted to speak, but Alan raised a calming hand.
"I am not cruel, my dear. Your reward will be... partial. A whole week. Just the two of you. No manipulations, no hypnoses hindering promiscuity. A space of freedom... and desire. But after that..." His smile widened, becoming almost predatory. "I will come back with a surprise."
Before she could protest, he clapped his hands. A soft wave seemed to sweep through the room, and Ashley felt an unusual clarity invade her mind. Her thoughts, until then hindered by subtle influences, returned to her abruptly, intact.
Alan bowed slightly.
"Your limousine awaits outside. You are free... for now."
He turned and disappeared into the darkness of the corridor without a sound. Ashley remained motionless for a moment, her breath short, before turning to the open door.
She found Brian in the adjacent corridor, leaning against a wall, looking exhausted but relieved. When he saw her approaching, his gaze immediately fell on her. His eyes moved down to her ankles, where the two bracelets shimmered softly, and he frowned.
"Ashley..." he began, his voice hoarse. "Why... are you wearing two?"
She instinctively looked down. The silver jingles accompanying her movement caught her attention, and she felt her face heat up slightly. But that wasn't all: with each step she took, Brian could also hear another sound, more subtle but just as distinct. The golden bells of her piercings, hidden under her loose sweater, resonated softly with each sway.
Brian frowned, intrigued by this unexpected symphony. His eyes lingered on her, a warmth growing in his gaze.
"You have... a lot to explain," he murmured, a hint of amusement in his voice.
Ashley looked away, but an imperceptible smile brushed her lips.
"Maybe. But first, we have a week. Just the two of us."
She reached out her hand to him, and they walked away together, their steps rhythmically accompanied by the hypnotic jingle of her bells.
Upon returning home, the tension that had marked their ordeals with Alan transformed into a wave of unbridled desire. Ashley, a prisoner of accumulated frustration, let herself be carried away by a passionate frenzy. Every moment shared with Brian became an explosion of sensations, an outlet both necessary and uncontrollable. Her nipples, made hypersensitive by the golden piercings and Alan's hypnosis, had become a source of pleasure she explored without restraint. Brian, fascinated by this dynamic, loved provoking the crystalline jingle of the hanging bells, a sound he knew triggered a wave of heat each time he indulged in it.
Their bedroom became a sanctuary where every exploration became a sensual game. Ashley, more daring than ever, used her chest to satisfy him in ways she had never considered before. Titjobs had become an almost obsessive habit: she loved feeling the weight of his sex sliding between her adorned breasts, the bells dancing and jingling to the rhythm of their movements. Brian, hypnotized by these sounds and the sight of his wife abandoned to her desires, played long with her piercings, provoking surges of pleasure in Ashley that he loved to observe.
Yet, a disturbance slowly crept into their daily life. Ashley, always wary of Alan's manipulations, tried to maintain some control over her body. But as the days passed, an insidious change occurred. Every time she considered wearing her boots, an odd reluctance overcame her. The very idea of covering her feet seemed to become a burden, as if the simple act of putting on these heavy, suffocating shoes contradicted a deep, inexplicable need to feel "free." Without realizing it, she began to favor the thin, light socks she had already worn during the ordeals. Every movement she made in the house produced that light jingle of the bells at her ankles, a sound she found both soothing and unsettling.
This gradual shift troubled her. Ashley liked to protect herself, especially her feet, which she knew were a target of fascination for Alan and even Brian. But the more she tried to convince herself that she needed to find her boots, the more a strange warmth invaded her thoughts. When she picked up her boots to put them on, the mere contact with the leather felt oppressive.
Brian, however, noticed none of these internal struggles. He simply saw his wife moving around the house, her socks highlighting her slender legs and her movements accentuated by the bells. This simple detail was enough to fuel his excitement. More than once, he had drawn her to him, guiding her feet into his hands to play with her toes or simply listen to the jingle of her silver ankle bracelets. Ashley, initially tense at these attentions, began to yield to a strange form of acceptance.
This disturbance followed her even into their intimate moments. As Brian found an almost manic pleasure in exploring her new sensitivities, she found herself appreciating the resonance of the bells in their intimate moments, even when she knew it humiliated her. Each sound became a melody she couldn't escape.
One evening, as she looked at herself in the mirror, her socks still on her feet, Ashley realized the extent of the change. She hadn't touched her boots in days, and this realization terrified her as much as the thought of putting them on rebuked her.
On the morning of the 7th day, as Ashley slipped out of bed, still drowsy from the warmth of the night spent with Brian, a series of light knocks at the front door echoed through the house. This sound, though banal, caused a sudden tension in the air. Ashley adjusted her loose sweater and quickly checked her socks with discreet patterns, the silver bell bracelets jingling softly with each step, then headed for the door.
Alan stood there, a smirk on his lips, impeccable in a dark suit. Beside him, Evelyn, radiant and statuesque, wore a form-fitting red dress that perfectly hugged her curves. Her glossy black stilettos shone under the morning light, the high heels accentuating her graceful stride. Her appearance was a striking contrast to Ashley's, almost a silent challenge. Several suitcases were at her feet, giving the whole scene a carefully orchestrated look. Evelyn no longer wore an ankle bracelet, proof that they were not linked to hypnosis.
Ashley stood speechless for a moment, her eyes moving from Alan to Evelyn. A knot of apprehension formed in her stomach, and the jingle of her own bells with each movement seemed to accentuate her discomfort. Evelyn, on the other hand, displayed a calm, almost condescending smile, her gaze sliding over Ashley as if evaluating an unfinished painting.
"Good morning, Ashley," Alan said, his voice oozing false cordiality. "I hope your week has been... enriching."
Ashley crossed her arms, trying to hide the rising tension within her. She glanced furtively at Brian, who had just appeared behind her. His tousled hair and slightly troubled gaze betrayed that he was as surprised as she was. But he stopped, his eyes fixing on Evelyn, his expression wavering between curiosity and something deeper, perhaps a form of excitement tinged with disbelief.
"Alan... Evelyn," Ashley said in a controlled voice. "What does all this mean? Why are you here?"
Alan raised a hand to soothe her mistrust, like a magician about to reveal a trick.
"Don't be so tense, Ashley. I'm back with a surprise. And here... Evelyn, your new roommate. For an indefinite period, of course."
Ashley felt her jaw tighten, her thoughts crashing in a tumult of questions and doubts. Evelyn, still smiling, slightly inclined her head, her heels clicking against the floor as she took a step forward.
"Delighted to see you again," she murmured in a voice both soft and charged with icy confidence.
Brian, silent until then, took a step forward, his eyes never leaving Evelyn. He seemed on the verge of speaking, but Alan preempted him, placing a hand on his shoulder.
"Brian, Ashley," he said, his voice becoming more serious. "I know this may seem sudden. But Evelyn has been... chosen to share your situation."
Ashley felt the ground slipping from under her feet. Evelyn, this woman she had learned to dread and despise, was going to share their home. The contrast between their appearances—her in socks, with her silver bells and loose sweater, and Evelyn, elegant and flawless in her dress and stilettos—accentuated her feeling of inferiority. But more than anything, it was Evelyn's calm assurance that unnerved her.
"We don't have a choice, do we?" Ashley murmured, her green eyes locking onto Alan's.
Alan shrugged slightly.
"But why would you refuse? Evelyn has much to offer... But no, you don't have a choice."
Ashley looked away. Evelyn stepped inside with natural ease, casting an almost amused glance at the house that would now be hers.
Alan, still master of the situation, stood in the living room with his usual air of assurance, his hands crossed in front of him. Two men in black suits were going back and forth, carefully carrying Evelyn's suitcases to the room she would occupy. Evelyn, elegant and stoic, sat on the couch, her legs crossed, her glossy black stilettos shining under the light. Beside her, Ashley stood with her arms crossed, the silver bells of her ankle bracelets jingling softly with each movement, betraying her nervousness.
Brian, standing near Ashley, watched the scene with a mix of apprehension and curiosity. His gaze moved from his wife to Evelyn, and from there to Alan, who wore a satisfied smile. A palpable tension filled the room.
Alan raised his hand to obtain silence, though none of the three had spoken.
"My dear friends," he began in a warm voice tinged with undeniable authority. "Thank you for welcoming me this morning. As you know, each of you has a debt to me. A debt that has led you to these games... to this particular dynamic we have established."
Ashley and Brian exchanged a quick glance, while Evelyn, unperturbed, maintained her enigmatic smile.
"But," Alan continued, casting a circular glance at his "players," "I am a fair man. I do not wish to burden you indefinitely. Thus, it is time to talk about the light at the end of the tunnel. Participating in the games I propose will allow you to gradually erase your debt. The portion erased will, of course, depend on your results... and your efforts."
Ashley frowned, a knot of apprehension forming in her stomach. Evelyn, on the other hand, slightly raised her head, her gaze lighting up with renewed interest.
"The more brilliant your performances, the faster your debt will decrease," Alan explained with a smile that promised nothing good. "But of course, I won't stop there. It's time to add a new rule... a bit of spice, let's say."
He pulled from his pocket a small silver bell, identical to those Ashley wore on her ankles. The crystalline jingle resonated in the room as he swung it gently between his fingers. Brian immediately stiffened, his eyes riveted on the object. Alan approached him, fixing him with intensity, his voice becoming low, almost hypnotic.
"Brian," he murmured, "you will now only be able to do sexual things with the woman who shares your room. The other woman will be temporarily off-limits to you... outside of the games, of course."
The jingle of the bell resonated again, soft but implacable, like a subtle blade piercing Brian's mind. Ashley and Evelyn, though intrigued, felt a wave of unease as they watched the scene. Brian blinked, wavering for a moment, then regained a normal posture, but his gaze seemed slightly veiled.
Alan stepped back, a satisfied smile on his lips.
"There, that should make things interesting," he said, turning to the two women. "From now on, according to the games, Brian will share his room with the one who has won. The loser, on the other hand, will have to content herself with solitude... until she decides to challenge the winners in a new game. Of course," he added, raising a finger, "a challenge can only be launched after at least two nights have passed. This delay will ensure that everyone has time to appreciate... their victories."
A heavy silence fell over the room. Ashley swallowed hard, her hands gripping the sleeves of her loose sweater. Evelyn, on the other hand, displayed a satisfied smile, her confidence seeming to overflow as she imagined the opportunities this new rule might offer.
"And of course," Alan concluded, looking at each of them in turn, "the games themselves will affect your debt. Each victory will bring you closer to freedom. Each failure... let's just say it won't be without consequences."
Ashley felt a wave of frustration rising within her. These new rules only reinforced her feeling of vulnerability. Evelyn, elegant and confident, represented a challenge she couldn't ignore. But beyond that, the idea that Brian could be separated from her, even temporarily, seemed unbearable to her.
"With that," Alan said, heading for the door, "I'll leave you to acclimate to this new dynamic. The men will finish setting up Evelyn. Oh, and Evelyn, Ashley... Brian... have fun."
He stopped before crossing the threshold, turning back with a smile that promised more chaos to come.
Alan stopped at the door, turning to give them a final look. His enigmatic smile widened, almost smug.
"Ah, I almost forgot... The first game will be this afternoon. A surprise to inaugurate this new dynamic. So, prepare yourselves, my dear friends. Be ready to outdo yourselves."
He winked at Evelyn, who returned it with a complicit smile, then disappeared, his steps echoing in the hallway before the door closed behind him.
The silence stretched in the room, heavy like an oppressive fog. Ashley still stared at the floor, the silver bells of her ankles producing a soft but constant jingle with each nervous movement. Evelyn, much more relaxed, leaned back against the couch, elegantly adjusting the tight skirt of her dress. Brian, on the other hand, oscillated between the two women, a palpable tension in his posture.
Ashley was the first to break the silence, her voice hesitant but tinged with frustration.
"So... is that it? Now we have to fight for you, Brian? As if these games weren't humiliating enough already."
She looked up, seeking his gaze. Brian swallowed, visibly caught off guard. Evelyn, however, let out a light, mocking laugh.
"Come on, Ashley," she said with a sweetness tinged with condescension, "don't be so dramatic. It's just a game, after all. And who knows? Maybe this new rule will spice things up between us."
Ashley turned abruptly to her, her cheeks flushed with anger.
"Don't act like this doesn't bother you, Evelyn. We all know why you're here. It's not just a 'game' for you either."
Evelyn shrugged, a provocative smile on her lips.
"Maybe," she replied, crossing her legs, making her stilettos shine under the light. "But unlike you, I'm not going to spend my life whining. If Alan wants me to play, then I'll play... and I'll win."
The calm but sharp tone of Evelyn raised the tension a notch. Brian attempted to intervene awkwardly.
"Listen, I know this situation is... complicated. But we have to stay united. If we let ourselves get carried away, Alan wins. And I refuse to let him have that power over us."
Ashley shook her head, her gaze softening slightly as she met her husband's.
"That's easy to say, Brian. But look around you. Look at what he's doing to us."
She looked down, observing the bracelets on her ankles, the constant jingle of the bells that had haunted her all week. Evelyn, still unperturbed, leaned slightly forward, her hands crossed on her knees.
"And if, instead of complaining, we focused on the afternoon?" she asked, a challenging gleam in her eyes. "You want to win, Ashley? Show it."
Ashley lifted her head, her fists clenching at her sides.
"Fine. If that's what you want, Evelyn, I'll show you what I'm capable of."
Ashley gently pulled Brian into their bedroom, closing the door behind them. The silver bells at her ankles jingled softly with each step, a constant reminder of the tension filling her mind. She turned to him, her arms crossed, her shoulders slightly slumped. Her green eyes gleamed with a worry she could no longer hide.
"Brian..." she murmured, her voice trembling. "I need to talk to you."
He sat on the bed, his expression full of attention.
"What's bothering you, my love?"
She looked down, fidgeting nervously with the silver bracelet on her ankle.
"Evelyn. She wants you. It's obvious. Always has. And now... with this rule..."
Her voice broke slightly. She took a deep breath, trying to regain some calm.
"Alan found the perfect way to... separate us. If she wins, you'll be forced to share her room. I know he says it means nothing, but... I can't help but think she'll take every opportunity to seduce you. And you, Brian..."
She finally looked up at him, her pupils dilated with anxiety.
"I'm afraid of losing you. You are everything to me. Everything."
Brian felt his heart tighten as he saw her distress. He stood up, gently taking her by the shoulders. His hands slid down to her wrists, and he drew her gaze to his.
"Ashley, listen to me," he said in a calm but firm voice. "No matter what Alan wants, no matter what Evelyn tries, it's you I love. Only you. Nothing and no one can change that."
She looked down, but he gently lifted her chin so she would look at him again.
"Yes, this rule of Alan's is vicious. But it doesn't force me to... do anything with Evelyn. All it does is forbid me from being with you during those nights. And believe me, I can handle it. You know that, right?"
Ashley nodded softly, but her lips were still trembling.
"But, Brian... she's beautiful, she's confident... And I feel so vulnerable, especially with all these hypnoses. I feel like she has the upper hand on me. And if she wins? If you spend nights with her, again and again?"
Brian placed his hands on her cheeks, his thumbs gently caressing her skin.
"If she wins, it's because we lost. And frankly, I don't plan on losing, Ash. Not with you by my side. We've been through so much together. So, no matter how much Evelyn tries to play her game, it's you and me. Always."
A faint smile formed on Ashley's lips, but her heart was still heavy.
"We're going to win," he said with quiet certainty. "And if we don't? Then I'll hold on. Evelyn can try whatever she wants, but she's not you, Ashley. She never will be."
She took a deep breath, her fingers brushing his on her face.
"Okay," she murmured, her gaze lost in his. "I trust you, Brian. But promise me... promise me you won't be tempted."
He nodded, his tender smile slowly easing her fears.
"I promise," he said, and sealed his words with a soft kiss on her forehead.
She fastened the bracelet to her right ankle, her thumb pressing on the clasp until a click sounded. From that moment, a strange sensation washed over her, a diffuse warmth spreading through her body. The two bracelets now seemed to vibrate softly in unison, their crystalline jingles forming a hypnotic harmony. Ashley felt a slight pressure at the back of her mind, a presence she couldn't quite explain.
Alan approached from behind her, his soft footsteps amplifying the echo in the silent room. He reached out, his fingers barely brushing the bracelets.
"Look how well they suit you, Ashley," he murmured in a soft but commanding voice. His eyes locked onto hers, captivating, impossible to look away from. "You know, these bracelets... they are special. Unique. And only you can wear them as they should be."
Ashley's gaze blurred slightly, her eyelids growing heavy under the effect of Alan's words. She opened her mouth to speak, but no sound came out. Her consciousness blurred as he continued:
"Only my voice can release them, Ashley. My voice, and nothing else. Don't even try to think about it... everything is so simple now, isn't it?"
She nodded slightly, her will fading like mist in the sun. The bracelets now felt heavier on her ankles, as if they had become an integral part of her.
Alan stepped back, his enigmatic smile still on his lips.
"And now, it's time to move forward."
Ashley blinked, slowly coming back to herself. A strange tranquility filled her, though an echo of Alan's words lingered at the back of her mind. She looked down at her ankles, where the bracelets shimmered softly, before turning to him.
"Let's go," she said in a voice more assured than she felt.
They walked down the dark corridor, their steps faintly echoing on the floor. With each movement, the delicate jingles of the bells accompanied Ashley like an intimate melody. She couldn't help but notice how these sounds now seemed to be a part of her.
They emerged into a familiar room: the one where Brian had been tied up. The chair where he had been immobilized was empty, and the room still bore the traces of their ordeal. The objects on the table remained in place, but the back door was wide open. There was no sign of Evelyn.
Alan took a few steps into the room, surveying the area with a satisfied air.
"Well, well, it seems Brian has succeeded in his part of the game," he announced with theatrical exaggeration. He turned to Ashley, his smile softening slightly. "You, on the other hand... you didn't overcome it alone. But that's okay. You still earned a reward."
Ashley clenched her fists, the weight of failure pressing on her. She wanted to speak, but Alan raised a calming hand.
"I am not cruel, my dear. Your reward will be... partial. A whole week. Just the two of you. No manipulations, no hypnoses hindering promiscuity. A space of freedom... and desire. But after that..." His smile widened, becoming almost predatory. "I will come back with a surprise."
Before she could protest, he clapped his hands. A soft wave seemed to sweep through the room, and Ashley felt an unusual clarity invade her mind. Her thoughts, until then hindered by subtle influences, returned to her abruptly, intact.
Alan bowed slightly.
"Your limousine awaits outside. You are free... for now."
He turned and disappeared into the darkness of the corridor without a sound. Ashley remained motionless for a moment, her breath short, before turning to the open door.
She found Brian in the adjacent corridor, leaning against a wall, looking exhausted but relieved. When he saw her approaching, his gaze immediately fell on her. His eyes moved down to her ankles, where the two bracelets shimmered softly, and he frowned.
"Ashley..." he began, his voice hoarse. "Why... are you wearing two?"
She instinctively looked down. The silver jingles accompanying her movement caught her attention, and she felt her face heat up slightly. But that wasn't all: with each step she took, Brian could also hear another sound, more subtle but just as distinct. The golden bells of her piercings, hidden under her loose sweater, resonated softly with each sway.
Brian frowned, intrigued by this unexpected symphony. His eyes lingered on her, a warmth growing in his gaze.
"You have... a lot to explain," he murmured, a hint of amusement in his voice.
Ashley looked away, but an imperceptible smile brushed her lips.
"Maybe. But first, we have a week. Just the two of us."
She reached out her hand to him, and they walked away together, their steps rhythmically accompanied by the hypnotic jingle of her bells.
Upon returning home, the tension that had marked their ordeals with Alan transformed into a wave of unbridled desire. Ashley, a prisoner of accumulated frustration, let herself be carried away by a passionate frenzy. Every moment shared with Brian became an explosion of sensations, an outlet both necessary and uncontrollable. Her nipples, made hypersensitive by the golden piercings and Alan's hypnosis, had become a source of pleasure she explored without restraint. Brian, fascinated by this dynamic, loved provoking the crystalline jingle of the hanging bells, a sound he knew triggered a wave of heat each time he indulged in it.
Their bedroom became a sanctuary where every exploration became a sensual game. Ashley, more daring than ever, used her chest to satisfy him in ways she had never considered before. Titjobs had become an almost obsessive habit: she loved feeling the weight of his sex sliding between her adorned breasts, the bells dancing and jingling to the rhythm of their movements. Brian, hypnotized by these sounds and the sight of his wife abandoned to her desires, played long with her piercings, provoking surges of pleasure in Ashley that he loved to observe.
Yet, a disturbance slowly crept into their daily life. Ashley, always wary of Alan's manipulations, tried to maintain some control over her body. But as the days passed, an insidious change occurred. Every time she considered wearing her boots, an odd reluctance overcame her. The very idea of covering her feet seemed to become a burden, as if the simple act of putting on these heavy, suffocating shoes contradicted a deep, inexplicable need to feel "free." Without realizing it, she began to favor the thin, light socks she had already worn during the ordeals. Every movement she made in the house produced that light jingle of the bells at her ankles, a sound she found both soothing and unsettling.
This gradual shift troubled her. Ashley liked to protect herself, especially her feet, which she knew were a target of fascination for Alan and even Brian. But the more she tried to convince herself that she needed to find her boots, the more a strange warmth invaded her thoughts. When she picked up her boots to put them on, the mere contact with the leather felt oppressive.
Brian, however, noticed none of these internal struggles. He simply saw his wife moving around the house, her socks highlighting her slender legs and her movements accentuated by the bells. This simple detail was enough to fuel his excitement. More than once, he had drawn her to him, guiding her feet into his hands to play with her toes or simply listen to the jingle of her silver ankle bracelets. Ashley, initially tense at these attentions, began to yield to a strange form of acceptance.
This disturbance followed her even into their intimate moments. As Brian found an almost manic pleasure in exploring her new sensitivities, she found herself appreciating the resonance of the bells in their intimate moments, even when she knew it humiliated her. Each sound became a melody she couldn't escape.
One evening, as she looked at herself in the mirror, her socks still on her feet, Ashley realized the extent of the change. She hadn't touched her boots in days, and this realization terrified her as much as the thought of putting them on rebuked her.
On the morning of the 7th day, as Ashley slipped out of bed, still drowsy from the warmth of the night spent with Brian, a series of light knocks at the front door echoed through the house. This sound, though banal, caused a sudden tension in the air. Ashley adjusted her loose sweater and quickly checked her socks with discreet patterns, the silver bell bracelets jingling softly with each step, then headed for the door.
Alan stood there, a smirk on his lips, impeccable in a dark suit. Beside him, Evelyn, radiant and statuesque, wore a form-fitting red dress that perfectly hugged her curves. Her glossy black stilettos shone under the morning light, the high heels accentuating her graceful stride. Her appearance was a striking contrast to Ashley's, almost a silent challenge. Several suitcases were at her feet, giving the whole scene a carefully orchestrated look. Evelyn no longer wore an ankle bracelet, proof that they were not linked to hypnosis.
Ashley stood speechless for a moment, her eyes moving from Alan to Evelyn. A knot of apprehension formed in her stomach, and the jingle of her own bells with each movement seemed to accentuate her discomfort. Evelyn, on the other hand, displayed a calm, almost condescending smile, her gaze sliding over Ashley as if evaluating an unfinished painting.
"Good morning, Ashley," Alan said, his voice oozing false cordiality. "I hope your week has been... enriching."
Ashley crossed her arms, trying to hide the rising tension within her. She glanced furtively at Brian, who had just appeared behind her. His tousled hair and slightly troubled gaze betrayed that he was as surprised as she was. But he stopped, his eyes fixing on Evelyn, his expression wavering between curiosity and something deeper, perhaps a form of excitement tinged with disbelief.
"Alan... Evelyn," Ashley said in a controlled voice. "What does all this mean? Why are you here?"
Alan raised a hand to soothe her mistrust, like a magician about to reveal a trick.
"Don't be so tense, Ashley. I'm back with a surprise. And here... Evelyn, your new roommate. For an indefinite period, of course."
Ashley felt her jaw tighten, her thoughts crashing in a tumult of questions and doubts. Evelyn, still smiling, slightly inclined her head, her heels clicking against the floor as she took a step forward.
"Delighted to see you again," she murmured in a voice both soft and charged with icy confidence.
Brian, silent until then, took a step forward, his eyes never leaving Evelyn. He seemed on the verge of speaking, but Alan preempted him, placing a hand on his shoulder.
"Brian, Ashley," he said, his voice becoming more serious. "I know this may seem sudden. But Evelyn has been... chosen to share your situation."
Ashley felt the ground slipping from under her feet. Evelyn, this woman she had learned to dread and despise, was going to share their home. The contrast between their appearances—her in socks, with her silver bells and loose sweater, and Evelyn, elegant and flawless in her dress and stilettos—accentuated her feeling of inferiority. But more than anything, it was Evelyn's calm assurance that unnerved her.
"We don't have a choice, do we?" Ashley murmured, her green eyes locking onto Alan's.
Alan shrugged slightly.
"But why would you refuse? Evelyn has much to offer... But no, you don't have a choice."
Ashley looked away. Evelyn stepped inside with natural ease, casting an almost amused glance at the house that would now be hers.
Alan, still master of the situation, stood in the living room with his usual air of assurance, his hands crossed in front of him. Two men in black suits were going back and forth, carefully carrying Evelyn's suitcases to the room she would occupy. Evelyn, elegant and stoic, sat on the couch, her legs crossed, her glossy black stilettos shining under the light. Beside her, Ashley stood with her arms crossed, the silver bells of her ankle bracelets jingling softly with each movement, betraying her nervousness.
Brian, standing near Ashley, watched the scene with a mix of apprehension and curiosity. His gaze moved from his wife to Evelyn, and from there to Alan, who wore a satisfied smile. A palpable tension filled the room.
Alan raised his hand to obtain silence, though none of the three had spoken.
"My dear friends," he began in a warm voice tinged with undeniable authority. "Thank you for welcoming me this morning. As you know, each of you has a debt to me. A debt that has led you to these games... to this particular dynamic we have established."
Ashley and Brian exchanged a quick glance, while Evelyn, unperturbed, maintained her enigmatic smile.
"But," Alan continued, casting a circular glance at his "players," "I am a fair man. I do not wish to burden you indefinitely. Thus, it is time to talk about the light at the end of the tunnel. Participating in the games I propose will allow you to gradually erase your debt. The portion erased will, of course, depend on your results... and your efforts."
Ashley frowned, a knot of apprehension forming in her stomach. Evelyn, on the other hand, slightly raised her head, her gaze lighting up with renewed interest.
"The more brilliant your performances, the faster your debt will decrease," Alan explained with a smile that promised nothing good. "But of course, I won't stop there. It's time to add a new rule... a bit of spice, let's say."
He pulled from his pocket a small silver bell, identical to those Ashley wore on her ankles. The crystalline jingle resonated in the room as he swung it gently between his fingers. Brian immediately stiffened, his eyes riveted on the object. Alan approached him, fixing him with intensity, his voice becoming low, almost hypnotic.
"Brian," he murmured, "you will now only be able to do sexual things with the woman who shares your room. The other woman will be temporarily off-limits to you... outside of the games, of course."
The jingle of the bell resonated again, soft but implacable, like a subtle blade piercing Brian's mind. Ashley and Evelyn, though intrigued, felt a wave of unease as they watched the scene. Brian blinked, wavering for a moment, then regained a normal posture, but his gaze seemed slightly veiled.
Alan stepped back, a satisfied smile on his lips.
"There, that should make things interesting," he said, turning to the two women. "From now on, according to the games, Brian will share his room with the one who has won. The loser, on the other hand, will have to content herself with solitude... until she decides to challenge the winners in a new game. Of course," he added, raising a finger, "a challenge can only be launched after at least two nights have passed. This delay will ensure that everyone has time to appreciate... their victories."
A heavy silence fell over the room. Ashley swallowed hard, her hands gripping the sleeves of her loose sweater. Evelyn, on the other hand, displayed a satisfied smile, her confidence seeming to overflow as she imagined the opportunities this new rule might offer.
"And of course," Alan concluded, looking at each of them in turn, "the games themselves will affect your debt. Each victory will bring you closer to freedom. Each failure... let's just say it won't be without consequences."
Ashley felt a wave of frustration rising within her. These new rules only reinforced her feeling of vulnerability. Evelyn, elegant and confident, represented a challenge she couldn't ignore. But beyond that, the idea that Brian could be separated from her, even temporarily, seemed unbearable to her.
"With that," Alan said, heading for the door, "I'll leave you to acclimate to this new dynamic. The men will finish setting up Evelyn. Oh, and Evelyn, Ashley... Brian... have fun."
He stopped before crossing the threshold, turning back with a smile that promised more chaos to come.
Alan stopped at the door, turning to give them a final look. His enigmatic smile widened, almost smug.
"Ah, I almost forgot... The first game will be this afternoon. A surprise to inaugurate this new dynamic. So, prepare yourselves, my dear friends. Be ready to outdo yourselves."
He winked at Evelyn, who returned it with a complicit smile, then disappeared, his steps echoing in the hallway before the door closed behind him.
The silence stretched in the room, heavy like an oppressive fog. Ashley still stared at the floor, the silver bells of her ankles producing a soft but constant jingle with each nervous movement. Evelyn, much more relaxed, leaned back against the couch, elegantly adjusting the tight skirt of her dress. Brian, on the other hand, oscillated between the two women, a palpable tension in his posture.
Ashley was the first to break the silence, her voice hesitant but tinged with frustration.
"So... is that it? Now we have to fight for you, Brian? As if these games weren't humiliating enough already."
She looked up, seeking his gaze. Brian swallowed, visibly caught off guard. Evelyn, however, let out a light, mocking laugh.
"Come on, Ashley," she said with a sweetness tinged with condescension, "don't be so dramatic. It's just a game, after all. And who knows? Maybe this new rule will spice things up between us."
Ashley turned abruptly to her, her cheeks flushed with anger.
"Don't act like this doesn't bother you, Evelyn. We all know why you're here. It's not just a 'game' for you either."
Evelyn shrugged, a provocative smile on her lips.
"Maybe," she replied, crossing her legs, making her stilettos shine under the light. "But unlike you, I'm not going to spend my life whining. If Alan wants me to play, then I'll play... and I'll win."
The calm but sharp tone of Evelyn raised the tension a notch. Brian attempted to intervene awkwardly.
"Listen, I know this situation is... complicated. But we have to stay united. If we let ourselves get carried away, Alan wins. And I refuse to let him have that power over us."
Ashley shook her head, her gaze softening slightly as she met her husband's.
"That's easy to say, Brian. But look around you. Look at what he's doing to us."
She looked down, observing the bracelets on her ankles, the constant jingle of the bells that had haunted her all week. Evelyn, still unperturbed, leaned slightly forward, her hands crossed on her knees.
"And if, instead of complaining, we focused on the afternoon?" she asked, a challenging gleam in her eyes. "You want to win, Ashley? Show it."
Ashley lifted her head, her fists clenching at her sides.
"Fine. If that's what you want, Evelyn, I'll show you what I'm capable of."
Ashley gently pulled Brian into their bedroom, closing the door behind them. The silver bells at her ankles jingled softly with each step, a constant reminder of the tension filling her mind. She turned to him, her arms crossed, her shoulders slightly slumped. Her green eyes gleamed with a worry she could no longer hide.
"Brian..." she murmured, her voice trembling. "I need to talk to you."
He sat on the bed, his expression full of attention.
"What's bothering you, my love?"
She looked down, fidgeting nervously with the silver bracelet on her ankle.
"Evelyn. She wants you. It's obvious. Always has. And now... with this rule..."
Her voice broke slightly. She took a deep breath, trying to regain some calm.
"Alan found the perfect way to... separate us. If she wins, you'll be forced to share her room. I know he says it means nothing, but... I can't help but think she'll take every opportunity to seduce you. And you, Brian..."
She finally looked up at him, her pupils dilated with anxiety.
"I'm afraid of losing you. You are everything to me. Everything."
Brian felt his heart tighten as he saw her distress. He stood up, gently taking her by the shoulders. His hands slid down to her wrists, and he drew her gaze to his.
"Ashley, listen to me," he said in a calm but firm voice. "No matter what Alan wants, no matter what Evelyn tries, it's you I love. Only you. Nothing and no one can change that."
She looked down, but he gently lifted her chin so she would look at him again.
"Yes, this rule of Alan's is vicious. But it doesn't force me to... do anything with Evelyn. All it does is forbid me from being with you during those nights. And believe me, I can handle it. You know that, right?"
Ashley nodded softly, but her lips were still trembling.
"But, Brian... she's beautiful, she's confident... And I feel so vulnerable, especially with all these hypnoses. I feel like she has the upper hand on me. And if she wins? If you spend nights with her, again and again?"
Brian placed his hands on her cheeks, his thumbs gently caressing her skin.
"If she wins, it's because we lost. And frankly, I don't plan on losing, Ash. Not with you by my side. We've been through so much together. So, no matter how much Evelyn tries to play her game, it's you and me. Always."
A faint smile formed on Ashley's lips, but her heart was still heavy.
"We're going to win," he said with quiet certainty. "And if we don't? Then I'll hold on. Evelyn can try whatever she wants, but she's not you, Ashley. She never will be."
She took a deep breath, her fingers brushing his on her face.
"Okay," she murmured, her gaze lost in his. "I trust you, Brian. But promise me... promise me you won't be tempted."
He nodded, his tender smile slowly easing her fears.
"I promise," he said, and sealed his words with a soft kiss on her forehead.
The black limousine glided silently down the driveway leading to Alan's warehouse, its headlights piercing the growing darkness. Brian, sitting in the back seat, watched the passing landscape, his mind already heavy with apprehension. Ashley, beside him, remained silent, her hands clasped on her knees. Evelyn, elegant and serene as always, looked straight ahead, her thoughts hidden behind an impenetrable mask.
The car stopped with a slight jolt, and the doors were opened by a silent driver. Alan waited at the entrance of the warehouse, his arms crossed, an enigmatic smile on his lips.
"My dear participants," he said, bowing slightly. "Welcome."
He invited Ashley and Evelyn to follow him, making a sign for them to enter. Ashley hesitated for a moment, her gaze meeting Brian's, but Alan placed a light hand on her shoulder, guiding her inside. Evelyn walked with assurance, her heels clicking against the concrete, while Ashley advanced with more restraint, the delicate jingle of her bells resonating faintly. The doors closed behind them, leaving Brian alone.
About ten minutes passed before Alan returned. He stood before Brian, his smile still as elusive.
"Your turn," he said simply.
Brian followed Alan through a dimly lit corridor. With each step, the tension within him grew. They finally stopped in front of two side-by-side rooms, each separated by a large glass window and closed by a glass door. Brian frowned as he observed what was inside.
In the left room, he saw Ashley. She wore white panties and a thick bra to limit the sensations of the golden bells attached to her nipples. Her socks, stopping just above the ankles, revealed the silver ankle bracelets adorned with bells that jingled faintly as she moved slightly. She was suspended from the ceiling by bindings holding her wrists, her arms stretched above her head, and her feet were almost flat, forcing her to stand on her toes. A blindfold covered her eyes, hiding any expression of fear or determination.
In the right room, Evelyn was in a similar posture. She wore a black thong and a matching bra that accentuated her elegant curves. Her high heels barely touched the floor, her weight precariously distributed between her suspended arms and her shod feet. Like Ashley, her eyes were covered by a blindfold, but her body seemed relaxed, almost as if she accepted the situation.
Brian felt a mix of anger, frustration, and excitement rising within him. He turned to Alan, seeking answers.
Alan raised a hand to calm his questions before they were even asked. He stepped forward slightly, positioning himself between the two rooms, and gestured towards the glass, indicating the two women.
"Well, Brian," he said with a smile. "Now that everyone is in place, it's time to explain the rules of the game."
Alan stepped forward with a theatrical air between the two rooms, his hands crossed behind his back, his enticing tone resonating in the space as he addressed Brian.
"These two rooms," he said, pointing to the glass partitions separating the rooms, "are soundproof. This means neither of the two women can hear what is happening in the other room... nor what we are saying here. This gives them equal conditions, but you, Brian... you are in a unique position."
He turned to him, his smile widening slightly, and stopped in front of the glass revealing Ashley. Her tense posture, her legs swaying on her toes, and the light jingle of her ankle bracelets highlighted her fragility, despite her visible determination.
"These two women," he continued, "have chosen keywords. A passphrase. If they reveal it, they lose the test. The goal for them is simple: hold out as long as possible."
His gaze slid to Evelyn, still suspended in the adjacent room, her black stiletto heels barely touching the floor, accentuating her almost sovereign appearance despite the situation.
"The test is progressive," Alan explained, turning his attention back to Brian. "Every five minutes, a beep will sound. At this signal, an additional layer of gel will be applied to an area of the body that the woman designates. This gel... well, let's just say it itches. Intensely. It has unique properties, but they don't need to know that."
Alan took a step back, letting the weight of his words hang in the air.
"The accessible areas are limited: belly, armpits, breasts, and feet. Of course, if an area is protected by clothing, it will have to be removed. This adds a certain... vulnerability to the situation. Both women are aware of all this."
He crossed his arms, tilting his head slightly like a teacher about to reveal a final secret.
"Now, here's where you come in, Brian. The women think you have your own test to pass. But in reality, your task is quite different. You will be a spectator, even an actor, in their challenge. The fact that they have their eyes blindfolded allows you to pass for me. You can apply the gel yourself, test them. You can even try to make them crack, if you wish. Of course, I take full responsibility for everything... including their anger. After all, the game is always worth the candle, isn't it?"
Alan approached Brian, his smile becoming almost paternalistic as he placed a hand on his shoulder.
"But, there is an additional subtlety, a spice added to this already delicious dish. Listen carefully."
He leaned in, his eyes shining with an elusive malice.
Alan approached Brian, his smirk widening with each step. He pulled out a small silver bell from his pocket, making it jingle softly between his fingers. The crystalline sound resonated in the air, immediately capturing all of Brian's attention. A familiar, almost insidious warmth settled in his mind as the bell seemed to invade his thoughts, each jingle accentuating its grip.
"During this test," he continued, "your excitement will naturally, inevitably increase. The more you are stimulated by what you see, the more the urge to masturbate will become unbearable. Resist if you can, of course... but if you give in, know that there will be a consequence. The woman in the other room will receive additional hypnosis. Consider it a kind of 'balance,' a sort of justice between them."
Brian felt a mix of excitement and dread as Alan's words sank in. The thought of being a spectator, even an actor, in this twisted game both thrilled and terrified him. He knew that resisting the urge to give in to his desires would be a challenge, but the stakes were high.
As Alan finished explaining the rules, Brian braced himself for what was to come. He knew that he had to stay strong, not just for himself, but for Ashley. The thought of Evelyn receiving additional hypnosis if he gave in to his desires was a powerful motivator. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for the test ahead.
The game was about to begin, and Brian was determined to outdo himself, no matter what it took.
Brian followed Alan to the door of the room where Ashley was suspended. The sealed glass did not let any sound through, but as soon as Alan opened the door, the delicate tinkling of the silver bells on her ankle bracelets reached Brian's ears, accompanied by the soft rustling of her socks on the floor as she tried to move instinctively.
"Who's there?" Ashley asked in a tense, slightly trembling voice. "Alan?"
She moved weakly, her arms pulled by the restraints on the ceiling. The contrast between her physical vulnerability and the determination in her voice tightened something in Brian's chest.
Alan, always calm, entered the room, followed by Brian. He slammed the door shut behind them with a sharp sound, letting the silence settle for a moment. He took his time approaching Ashley, each step echoing on the floor like an announcement of his presence.
"You know why I'm here, Ashley," he said in a neutral but firm tone. "It's time for you to choose your first area. And remember the rules: you designate a new area each time the door opens. No need to wait for my question. Understood?"
Ashley took a deep breath, her chest visibly rising under her thick bra. She nodded, even though she couldn't see Alan or Brian.
"Yes... I understand," she reluctantly replied.
She hesitated for a moment, her lips parting as if she were weighing the pros and cons. Finally, she murmured, "My belly."
Alan smiled, his satisfaction almost palpable in the room. He took out a small metal pot from his pocket, the shiny gel inside giving off a slightly medicinal smell. He briefly showed it to Brian before dipping his fingers in it.
"Good choice, Ashley," he said in a falsely friendly tone. Brian watched in silence, his excitement insidiously rising as he saw Alan approach Ashley's bare skin.
Alan, always meticulous, took out a silicone glove with small rounded nubs on the palm and fingers. The object looked innocuous, but Brian felt a tension rise as Alan put on the glove with an indecipherable smile. The discreet rustling of the latex was amplified by the tense atmosphere of the room.
Ashley, suspended and helpless, shivered at the sound of this unknown noise. She moved slightly, on her tiptoes, her ankle bracelets tinkling softly, almost echoing her nervousness.
"Stay very still, Ashley," Alan murmured, his voice suave and controlled. "This will only take a moment."
He dipped his gloved fingers into the pot of gel, pulling out a generous amount that shimmered under the dim light. The nubs of the glove, coated with gel, seemed almost menacing, ready to awaken every nerve ending in Ashley's skin.
Approaching her belly, Alan placed his hand a few centimeters away, letting the anticipation play its role.
"You know, Ashley, what's fascinating about this glove is that it makes each application... particular. It's not just cold or slippery. It's... alive."
Without waiting for a response, he gently placed the nubs on Ashley's belly and began to apply the gel in slow but firm circular movements.
Ashley jumped violently at this first contact, a burst of nervous laughter escaping her lips.
"Ah! What... !" she exclaimed, before bursting into uncontrolled laughter. "Hihihi! That... that tickles! Stop! Hahaha!"
The nubs of the glove, combined with the cool and slightly irritating texture of the gel, seemed to amplify her reaction. Each movement from Alan made her skin shiver, triggering compulsive laughter despite herself.
"Hahaha! No, please! Hihihi! Stop!"
She twisted as much as her restraints allowed, her tiptoes desperately seeking better support, but this only caused the continuous tinkling of the silver bells at her ankles. The crystalline sound blended with her uncontrolled laughter.
Alan remained unfazed, continuing to carefully spread the gel with calculated movements.
"There, Ashley. It's done," he finally said, removing his hand, his tone strangely satisfied. "You see? Nothing too bad... for now."
He turned to Brian, his smile widening.
"Brian, we have another room to visit. Let's see how Evelyn is doing."
Ashley was breathless, her cheeks red and her body trembling under the sensations left by the gel. The tinkling of her bells resonated softly as she caught her breath, unaware that Brian had been watching her the whole time.
Alan and Brian left Ashley's room, leaving behind the sound of her silver bells and her breathless panting. Brian followed silently, his thoughts invaded by the image of his wife suspended, trembling under the effect of the gel. The rise of his excitement disturbed him, but he knew he had to stay focused.
They entered the next room where Evelyn was suspended in a similar position to Ashley. She slightly raised her head as the door opened, although the blindfold over her eyes prevented her from seeing anything.
"My... my armpits," she said in a tense but controlled voice.
Alan smiled, immediately grabbing the pot of gel and his glove. Unlike Ashley, Evelyn seemed calmer, less affected by the situation, although a palpable tension betrayed her anticipation.
"Of course, Evelyn. An excellent choice," he replied with an almost mocking tone.
Brian watched Evelyn closely as Alan approached. Her shiny black patent leather heels gleamed under the artificial light, their thin heels giving her an elegant posture even in this vulnerable position. The silver bells hanging from her toe rings remained silent, muffled by the tight leather of the shoes, sparing her from the exciting effects.
Alan dipped his gloved hand into the gel again, coating the nubs with a generous layer. He approached Evelyn with calculated slowness, appreciating the constrained stillness of her body.
"Evelyn," he murmured in a soft voice charged with sinister authority. "You're going to love this sensation... or not. But either way, it's part of the game."
He raised his hand, his gloved fingers approaching her exposed armpits. Evelyn, despite her apparent calm, flinched slightly as she felt the air move near her skin. The first contact was direct and precise. Alan applied the gel with slow circular movements, using the nubs of the glove to maximize the stimulation.
Evelyn reacted immediately, a clear and nervous laugh escaping her lips.
"Hahaha! Oh my god, it's... it's horrible! Haha!"
Her body tensed in her restraints as the mixture of tickles and cool irritation from the gel invaded her armpits. She moved slightly, her heels barely sliding on the floor as she instinctively tried to escape this unbearable sensation.
"Stop that! Haha! Alan! You are... hihi... unbearable!" she cried out between bursts of laughter.
Alan did not respond, focused on his task. His movements were methodical, covering every centimeter of skin under his fingers. Evelyn continued to laugh, her breathing ragged and her face flushed. Despite this, she did not seem on the verge of giving in, although it was clear that the sensation was putting her to the test.
Brian watched in silence, his throat dry and his excitement rising with each burst of laughter. He noticed Evelyn's visible efforts to remain dignified despite the sensations invading her body. Her heels seemed to be her only protection, a silent barrier against the tinkling of her golden bells and the effects that accompanied them.
Alan finally finished applying the gel, removing the glove with calculated slowness.
"There, Evelyn. A well-deserved first layer," he said, putting away the pot and turning to Brian.
Then, leaning slightly towards him, he murmured in a malicious tone, "And now, let's see how long she can hold out."
He left the room in silence, leaving Evelyn suspended and vulnerable, her nervous laughter gradually diminishing as the gel began to produce its first more intense effects.
In their respective rooms, separated by the soundproof glass, Ashley and Evelyn began to fully feel the effects of the gel. What they had first taken for slight discomfort quickly evolved into an unbearable, burning, and almost unreal sensation.
Ashley, suspended by her wrists, swayed slightly on her tiptoes, her exposed belly bearing the first application of the gel. The initial coolness had transformed into a biting irritation that slowly spread, a prickling heat radiating to every nerve in her skin. She desperately tried to contract her abdominal muscles, as if that could reduce the contact, but it only amplified the sensation.
"Ah... No... Damn it!" she hissed between her teeth, her words muffled by a frustrated gasp.
She slightly pulled on her restraints, her arms stretched above her head trembling with effort. The tips of her feet slid on the floor, seeking more stable support, but the movement only increased her despair. The silver bells at her ankles tinkled softly with each attempt to reposition herself, adding an additional dimension to her ordeal.
The burning sensation became more and more intense, turning every movement into a new torture. She tried to slow her breathing, hoping to stay calm, but her belly betrayed her, a mixture of tickles and irritation taking over.
"Alan... You're a monster..." she breathed, her voice oscillating between anger and supplication.
On the other side, Evelyn was struggling just as much. Suspended in a similar manner, her armpits bore the weight of this ordeal. Where the gel had been applied, the skin seemed to burn and tingle simultaneously, a cruel contrast that made the sensation even more unbearable. Her heels barely in contact with the floor gave her precarious support, and every movement she made to try to relieve herself let out a discreet creak from her stilettos.
"Haha... Shit! It... itches! I'm going to go crazy!" she cried, her voice mixing nervous laughter and exasperation.
She twisted her torso as much as her restraints allowed, trying to move her arms away from her body to reduce the friction. But this attempt only reactivated the gel, the sensations echoing like lightning on the sensitive skin of her armpits. Laughter, almost hysterical, escaped her lips despite herself.
"You... You didn't say it would be like this! Haha! Alan! I hate you!" she shouted, although she couldn't hear her own words through the soundproofing.
Her breath became ragged, and beads of sweat formed on her forehead, sliding down her temples. The gel seemed to react even more intensely to the heat of her body, each second amplifying the irritation. She clenched her fists, her fingers twitching in a vain gesture of frustration.
The two women, a few meters apart but isolated in their respective ordeals, were united by the same unbearable pain, unaware of what the other was experiencing. The biting irritation and the relentless tingling of the gel were more powerful than anything they had imagined.
In Ashley's room, the sonorous beep resonated like a dull alarm, marking the beginning of a new torture. Ashley, breathless, reacted almost immediately, her voice crossing the confined space with a hint of resignation.
"The... armpits," she murmured, her tone mixing tension and anticipation.
On the other side of the doors, Brian looked at Alan, a glint of defiance in his eyes. Alan, true to himself, only sketched a smirk, his intentions clear. He opened the door to the room without a word, entering the space with the calculated slowness of an executioner savoring every moment.
Ashley, deprived of her sight, immediately felt Alan's presence in the room. The man's silence added a layer of discomfort, and her body instinctively stiffened, her hands pulling on the restraints suspending her wrists to the ceiling.
"What... ?" she said, her voice wavering slightly, as if she still hoped for an answer.
But Alan did not respond. The imperceptible rustling of his movements, the faint sound of his latex gloves, were the only clues to what was to follow. When she felt the first contact of the gel on the delicate skin of her armpits, Ashley let out a gasp of surprise followed by a ragged breath.
"Ah... ! Oh no, no, no!" she cried, her body contorting under the immediate effect.
The glove, with its rough texture, applied the gel with surgical precision, each movement triggering a new wave of unbearable sensations. Where the gel touched, a sharp burn quickly set in, mixed with an insidious itch that seemed to crawl under her skin.
"My God! It itches! It itches so much!" she cried, her voice oscillating between nervous laughter and a groan of frustration.
Her armpits, already exposed and stretched by the position of her arms, were a perfect target. She desperately shook her head, her hair sticking to her damp forehead. Her feet slid slightly on the floor as she tried to move to escape the increasing irritation, but the restraints gave no respite.
"Alan! Please... Please..." she breathed, her words turning into desperate whispers.
The gel seemed to intensify with each second, and Ashley could almost feel the tingling sink into her flesh. The bells at her ankles tinkled softly with each spasm of her body, like a cruel echo of her helplessness. Her arms, stretched above her, trembled slightly as she struggled to control her breathing.
Alan exited, closing the door with calculated calm, and turned to Brian. He said nothing, merely tapping one of the vials of gel in his hand, an enigmatic smile on his lips.
He gently opened the door to the room where Evelyn was suspended, her heels barely touching the floor. The sonorous beep had already sounded, and Evelyn, despite her calculated elegance, had responded without hesitation.
"The belly," she said, her voice firm but tinged with barely concealed tension.
Alan entered without a word, his silent steps adding an oppressive charge to the atmosphere. Evelyn, still blindfolded, felt his presence even before he approached. She stiffened her body, her abdominals contracting reflexively in anticipation of the contact. Her arms pulled above her head made the delicate curve of her torso stand out, defenselessly exposing the area she had just designated.
"I'm ready," she murmured, her voice losing some of its composure.
Alan, still equipped with his latex gloves and the vial of gel, approached slowly. He tilted the bottle, letting a shiny stream fall onto the lower part of her belly, just above the edge of her thong. Evelyn immediately shivered as she felt the warm liquid make contact with her skin.
"Mh... Whahahat... ?" she began, before interrupting herself as the rough glove began to spread the gel.
The circular and methodical movement of the glove intensified the sensation. Where the gel touched, a fierce itch surged almost instantly, intensifying with each pass. Evelyn clenched her teeth, her abdominals involuntarily contracting under the effect of the increasing irritations.
"Ah! Oh no... not like this! It's unbearable!" she exclaimed, her voice betraying obvious vulnerability for the first time.
The gel seemed to act like a swarm of tiny needles, pricking and scratching her skin from the inside. She tried to move, but her movements were limited, and each effort only increased the tension of her suspended position. Her heels slid slightly on the floor, producing a creak that blended with her ragged breathing.
"Alan! This stuff... it burns!" she moaned, her words interspersed with slight spasms.
The tingling became more intense, transforming the initial itch into an almost electric sensation. Evelyn tried to stay still, but her body twisted despite her, her tensed muscles trying to flee relentless irritation.
Alan did not respond, withdrawing with cold methodicalness once the application was complete. Evelyn, left alone in her silent struggle, breathed heavily, her belly rising and falling rapidly. Each movement awakened the burn, the itch, and a mental struggle not to give in.
When Alan closed the door behind him, silence fell in the room. Evelyn was motionless, except for the jerks of her body trying to escape a sensation that clung to her like a rising tide.
Ashley and Evelyn, suspended in their respective rooms, were in the midst of an endurance test, a silent duel where each second seemed to stretch time to agony. The gel, now applied to two critical areas for each, surpassed anything they had imagined. It was no longer just an itch: it was relentless torture, an invisible fire consuming them from within.
Ashley felt the gel on her belly and under her arms, these areas having become hotbeds of unbearable sensations. Her skin seemed to vibrate, each tingling turning into a wave of fierce itching. Suspended, her feet sometimes slightly sliding on the floor due to her position on her tiptoes, she had no escape.
"Oh my god... it's... it's unbearable..." she thought, biting her lip to keep from giving in to the urge to scream.
The gel under her arms exacerbated every movement of her armpits stretched by her position. She desperately tried to limit her gestures, but even a breath of air seemed to aggravate the itching. On her belly, the situation was no better. The burn of the gel mixed with the slight rubbing of her muscles that tried, in vain, to flee. She clenched her fists, crisping her arms above her head, and took a deep breath to calm the spasms.
"Hold on, Ashley. Evelyn is suffering too. She won't be able to hold out long."
But a voice in her head whispered that the situation was just as desperate on her side.
Evelyn, on the other side of the glass, was in a similar position. Suspended by her wrists, her heels giving her only minimal contact with the floor, she felt every part of her body screaming for help. The gel on her belly slid slightly due to the sweat beading, intensifying the itching and its spread.
"This can't be real... It can't be this horrible," she repeated to herself, her teeth clenched to contain a scream.
Her armpits, stretched by her position, were another source of torment. The gel seemed to infiltrate deeply, like a swarm of invisible needles piercing her skin. Evelyn tried to move her arms to relieve the sensation, but the restraints held her too firmly. She muttered a curse under her breath, frustrated by her own body giving way under this ordeal.
"Ashley, bitch... why aren't you cracking?" she thought, hatred and pain mixed in a struggle to remain mistress of her thoughts.
For their part, the two women knew they could stop everything. A simple keyword, or rather a key phrase, would be enough to end their ordeal. But these words, they held them like a precious secret. Giving up meant losing much more than this test. It was yielding, submitting to Alan, and granting the other an unbearable victory.
Ashley, between gasps, imagined Evelyn in the other room, also cursing her endurance. A hint of satisfaction crossed her mind, but it was quickly swept away by a new wave of unbearable itching.
Evelyn, for her part, cursed Ashley with equal fervor. She imagined her adversary grimacing in pain, her silver bells tinkling softly with each involuntary movement. This little detail made her rage internally.
"You won't win, Ashley. Not today," Evelyn thought, her fingers clenched until her knuckles whitened.
Brian knew there were only two areas left: the breasts or the feet. He couldn't let Alan brutalize his wife like this, so he decided to take on this executioner's task himself. He gently opened the door to Ashley's room, the sonorous beep still vibrating in the air. The dim light of the room illuminated his suspended wife's body, her rapid breathing betraying the colossal effort she was making to stay silent and focused. Her armpits and belly, reddened by the effects of the gel, seemed to pulse with the intensity of the torture.
Ashley, hearing the door, shivered slightly and murmured, almost to herself, "The... feet."
Her trembling voice carried all the tension of her dilemma. Brian felt his heart tighten as he realized how close she must be to breaking down. The feet: an already vulnerable area for Ashley, a part of her she had instinctively protected all her life. Yet, under pressure, she had no choice but to designate it, as her sensitive chest could not eternally withstand the effects of the gel.
Approaching, he saw the small spasmodic movements of her feet on tiptoe, seeking impossible balance. Her socks, stopping just above the ankles, revealed the ankle bracelets adorned with silver bells. The crystalline sounds of the bells, light but distinct, filled the space with each tiny adjustment of her posture. This tinkling resonated in him, arousing an excitement he tried to repress by clenching his jaw.
Ashley, still blindfolded, could not see the hesitation in Brian's eyes, but she felt a presence crouch at her feet.
"No! Not that!" she suddenly cried, kicking her legs and causing a frenzied carillon of the bells. "Alan! I don't want! I... I can't!"
Her tone was desperate, almost pleading, and her movements conveyed panic. Brian, troubled by her struggle, let out a sigh. He did not want to see her like this, broken. He knew she thought he was Alan and that she was fighting against what she imagined was a new humiliation.
After hesitating, he chose not to remove her socks. He knew that this way, the layer of fabric would cushion the effect of the gel. It wouldn't be nothing, but it wouldn't be as merciless as applying the substance directly to her bare skin.
He opened the pot of gel, a sharp smell filling the room like a warning. His gloved hand brushed against the product, and a shiver of guilt ran down his spine. Ashley, still tense and breathing heavily, tried to calm her legs despite the instinct telling her to keep struggling.
Brian approached his gloved hand to Ashley's feet, the gel shimmering in the dim light, like a mirror of the tension in the room. Her thin socks, stretched over her elegant feet, seemed to almost vibrate with involuntary movements under the jerky movements of her legs. The bells on the ankle bracelets tinkled softly with each adjustment, a crystalline sound that resonated directly in Brian's mind.
When he finally placed the gel-coated glove on the fabric of her socks, Ashley reacted immediately.
"Ah! No! Not... not my feet!" she cried, kicking her legs, her feet sliding slightly on the floor as the glove gently rubbed. But suspended as she was, she could not struggle effectively.
Brian felt a wave of almost uncontrollable excitement wash over him. It was the first time he could interact this way with his wife's feet, an area she had always protected with unwavering vigilance. Even through the socks, he could guess the delicate shape of her toes, the perfect curve of her arch. Each contact of the glove, designed to maximize the gel's adherence, provoked shivers and a slight stifled laugh she could not contain.
"Hihi! No! Stop that... I... I can't... it tickles!" she exclaimed, her voice broken by involuntary bursts of laughter.
Under the glove, the gel began to soak into the fabric. The gentle tickles of the glove intensified as Brian moved his hand to spread the substance. It was impossible for him not to notice the nervous spasms of her feet, her toes instinctively trying to curl despite the constraint of her position. Each time his glove brushed the sensitive part of her arch, Ashley shook her head and bit her lip, desperately trying not to burst out laughing.
"Oh no... not there! Hihi! Not my... feet, Alan, please!" she said, confused by the sensation and struggling against her own body.
Brian, increasingly excited, felt his heart pounding wildly. The sound of the silver bells, combined with the slight rubbing of the glove against the fabric of the socks, formed a troubling symphony that raised his desire to a level he had never reached. His fingers, hidden in the glove, prolonged the contact, brushing the base of her toes, a particularly reactive area.
Ashley, for her part, was torn between several sensations. The gel applied to her belly and armpits burned with unbearable itching, while the glove, with its caressing and insidious action, tortured her with delicate and humiliating tickles. She laughed despite herself, her cheeks red with shame.
"Hahaha! Alan, stop, I beg you! Haha!" she exclaimed, her voice wavering between laughter and despair.
Brian, hypnotized by the scene, forced himself to back away after spreading enough gel. His hands trembled slightly as he left the room, breathless and his pants tight with excitement he struggled to ignore. But as he took one last look at Ashley, her feet still quivering and her bells tinkling softly, he knew this ordeal had taken an even more intense turn for both of them.
Brian, breathless and his mind on fire, gently closed the door behind him. His heart was pounding wildly, and the excitement boiling within him was becoming unbearable. Every sensation, every sound, remained etched in his mind: the light tinkling of the bells at Ashley's ankles, the shiver of her feet sliding under his gloved fingers, her uncontrolled laughter mixed with her pleas. Guilt and desire clashed violently within him, but he clenched his fists, trying not to give in to the almost insurmountable urge to masturbate. He had enough, and started to walk towards the door.
“Ihit’’s horrible…” whispered Ashley as Brian left the room, as she let a tear into her blindfold.
Alan was waiting a few steps from the door, his arms crossed, an icy smile on his lips.
"Brian, Brian," he sighed, slowly shaking his head. "What did you do in there?"
Brian looked away, his cheeks flushed with both shame and excitement. He knew Alan had seen his gesture, that he hadn't applied the gel directly as he was supposed to. But he did not respond, unable to find an excuse or justify his action.
Alan took a few steps towards him, his shoes clicking softly against the floor.
"Do you think you can change the rules, is that it?" he decided in a colder tone. "Do you really think this kind of insubordination will go unnoticed? Ashley will have to pay for your mistake. It's she who will suffer the consequences of your pity... and your weakness."
Alan's words hit Brian like a punch.
"No... " he murmured, his eyes widening slightly. "Don't punish her for this, it was... it was my choice. Not hers."
Alan burst into a dry, almost mechanical laugh, before taking out of his pocket a small silver bell. The delicate tinkling it emitted when he shook it softly invaded the space between them, seeming to vibrate down to Brian's bones.
"Oh, my dear Brian, it's not you who decides here."
Brian could only watch, helpless, as Alan disappeared inside the room.
