Not sure if my first ask got to you. It showed up at my blog with an error so I'm resending it. I'm so sorry!
This shall be sent in anon style cause if it backfires I did not write this at all.
Not sure if the game Ring for Service is still going on, so forgive me if this is sent late. And please delete it if it isn't your cup of tea or something wrong. >\\\\<
Okay, I had to give this a long thought to come.up with this plan, this is something way off my comfort zone to write, and I wanted to do my best. Plus English isn't my native tongue, so forgive me in advance for any mistakes.
Firstly, the songs got a tie between:
Whole Lotta Love by Led Zeppelin
I'm Yours by Isabel LaRosa
I Wanna do Bad This with You by Jace Everett
So Nanami tells me to choose a number between one to five. Depending on the response, it's the song I get.
Secondly, if I have to suffer with that darn little bell I'm gonna be bratty enough to make him suffer along with me. He can watch but not touch.
The room would be dimly lighted with candles, I would wear his white dress shirt, his tie, and thigh high heeled boots.
With space enough between the vanity desk and its chair, I'd sit him there.
As the designated song starts, I would softly hover him, grabbing hold on the back of the chair, but I would avoid touching him, swaying my hips to the rhythm of the music, letting that little bell chime. Little soft whispers, mewling, and hushed words leaving my lips onto his earlobe.
Diligently slow movements, I would dance around him, behind the chair so he could watch the reflection of it all in the mirror. I'd take the garments off one by one, teasingly slow, letting my hands run down my body, mimicking his touch. Small pecking kisses on his hands, pulse, neck, temple, nose, and cheeks. Leaving dark red lipstick stains.
Alas, it's just the bell, my undergarments and a thin body chain that accompanies the golden little clamp.
I'd straddle him then a little bit, the friction with his trousers, making the bell sing a little more. My fingers carding through beautiful blonde hair, His features dark, strained trying to keep himself in control.
Soon as the song stops, I'd have a beautiful hand necklace around my neck. Pulling me into a clashing searing kiss. Praise. Lots of praise falling from his mouth when he can speak.
Oh a good long love making spicy session for both of us. Me for being a good girl obeying his rules, and him for not losing his cool temper. Now he can do whatever he pleases.
Okay you can shoot me dead now. * Crawls back into the cat void. *
With affection and much appreciation for your work and blog.
Hello Tabby Cat! So the game wasn't quite closed, but there was a lack of interaction and responses so I kind of quietly gave up on it.
This request didn't come through, so thank you for resending it! 💜💜💜
I love how Kento is the one choosing your song. Everything about your response is so sensual and slow, and I'm sure Kento will be needy for you by the end of it. Nice choice of rewards too!