To start with, I'm an early to mid 20s white male and will probably be playing someone in the 20s-30s range. IRL, I have an average figure, but can play anything from the slightly chubbier side to the much more athletic side. Also fully open to play female if that is preferred! I've got some weird tastes that I don't see often on this sub, so I thought a little creativity would be interesting. I prefer messages since I'm not always on here, but I try to check in 3-5 times a day. My kinks are bodypainting, light bondage, foodplay (who doesn't love a good whipped cream bikini), exhibitionism, casual nudity, strip games, edging, teasing, ahegao, consent, and other moderately vanilla things that you can find on my profile, as well as some other prompts that are always open. Limits are also fairly standard, death, violence, non-con, bathroom stuff, stuff like that. Without further ado, I should probably get into the real reason you're here, assuming anyone still is after the boilerplate stuff. I should also mention that I'm willing to change some aspects of this depending on your personal kinks/limits so that we both can have fun with this. This isn't strictly a sex story, but I'd be willing to include that if you so wished. I'm also willing to either plan the progression ahead of time, or legitimately leave it up to a coin flip every round.

This story could work in different formats. Bored friends, art class, or as described here, tech CEO and intern/assistant. Feel free to let me know if you want to change this at all, to remove the game aspect or add additional kinks.

So, the main idea for this is that my character is a tech CEO (I know, pretty cliche already), with some eccentric tastes for how to unwind after a busy week. You have just been hired as an assistant, possibly knowing about these eccentricities in advance, possibly not, and summoned to my office on a Friday night.

I stand behind the large desk, trying my best to not look too menacing, but failing slightly. "You see, there's an opportunity I afford to all of my assistants to make some extra cash on the side. In fact, I'll be happy to give you $500 just to hear me out." Grabbing a stack of bills from the duffel under my desk and slapping it in front of you. "Feel free to examine it, it's real."

"I'm a very busy man with a lot of stresses, and this is a way to help me unwind. It's rather simple. Have you heard of strip poker? I would like to offer you an opportunity to play such a game with me. I win, you take off an article of clothing. You win, I add $1000 to the stack in front of you, and if you wish, I can disrobe as well.

Of course, there are further levels past nudity, if you wish, and that's where things get interesting." With that, I pull several other items from my duffle and place them on the desk between us. You see a classic red ballgag, some handcuffs, and a tube of what looks like gold paint.

"We would fully agree to everything done ahead of time, my dear, but there is always a bit further to go, if you don't play your cards right and want to keep playing. This right here is my personal favorite", gesturing to the gold paint. "Nanoparticle body paint. Turns into a metallic shell for an hour after contact with skin cells. You'd paint from your feet up, a small bit of yourself every round you lose, until you were my statue for an hour, to pose as I see fit. However, if you win, you may have the same chance to pose me. I could even arrange a meeting of executives, with you in the corner as a piece of artwork to be examined or ignored. What do you say, do we have a deal?" I ask, reaching one hand across the table.