0 comments/ 37118 views/ 0 favorites Stripped By: SexyJennaInk She was undulating over the other female's crotch, running her hands slowly up the blonde's sides and gently cupping her large breasts in dainty hands. From time to time, the blonde girl would glance up into the dancer's passionate purple eyes- fake contacts, for sure- and grin. Gorgeous. Jet black hair, a tight, firm young body with ridiculously fake tits that were twice the size of her miniscule waist. "I think I'm in love," Steve laughed from his spot off to our right. "With who?" the raven-haired female asked gently, never pausing in her gyrations. Steve grinned from ear to ear. "Well, I had meant with Jenna here, but you're worthy of my love as well, Julie." The young stripper smirked. "Thanks, Steve." "In love with me, huh?" the blonde, Jenna, laughed, glancing at the still dancing Julie then to the beaming male. "You know," Steve coughed and tried not to leer at the two women. "You're a chick who likes other chicks, drinks beer, cusses, and has the most perfect set of tits I have ever seen. Aside from you, Julie, of course." "Thanks, Steve, you're a charmer," Julie beamed, continuing to massage Jenna's breasts seductively. "I didn't mean it degradingly," Steve pleaded. "That's not a word, hon," Jenna teased. "And I understood what you meant." Steve grinned, visibily perking up in his seat. "I have a question then." Both the woman glanced at one another, then back to the too serious male. "Yes?" Jenna giggled. The male rubbed a hand over his head, narrowly avoiding the soft wisps of his mohawk. "What do you two say that, after Julie finishes her shift, I get us some dinner and then we all retire to my place?" "Steven Klein!" Jenna gasped. "Are you," she turned to Julie, "propositioning us?" The two girls erupted in laughter. "Yes," Steve grinned like a child, "I am!" * * * * "I could watch the two of you all day," he beamed, pulling his shirt slowly over his head and tossing it to the top of the clothing pile forming by the old bed. "Mmm, I'll bet you could," Julie moaned, winking at him over her shoulder. Steve sat back in a chair, watching as the two young women attacked each other ferociously. Julie's raven tresses were everywhere, covering Jenna's body and her own in a sea of blackness. For her part, Jenna's blonde tresses provided the perfect contrast, mixing with Julie's and obscuring the horny male's view on many occassions. Their tongues intertwined and their hands roaming freely, Steve felt himself growing increasingly hard as the girls began to fill the small hotelroom with their kittenish moans. Within no time, he felt the drive of nature forcing him from his seat. Like a programmed robot, he removed his shorts, tossed them onto the pile, and dove onto the bed alongside the two women. "Hey Stevie," Jenna grinned. "We thought you'd never join us," Julie teased, running a hand down his stomache and quickly grabbing a firm hold of his hard cock. Julie leaned forward and quickly took his length down her throat. She began to work him with her mouth as her small hand cupped his heavy balls, working them gently and bringing a low growl from the ecstatic male. Jenna watched her new friend work her oral magic, focusing on working her own finger roughly over her clitoris, pausing now and then to tug on her small silver ring inside her right labia. "Mmm, I like that," Steve moaned, gesturing between Jenna's thighs. Jenna grinned. "Really?" "Yes," Steve hissed. "I'd like to play with that...right now." She slid her lean body closer to his face, carefully straddling his face. "It's all you, baby," she cooed. He reached his pierced tongue out, touching her soft folds and drinking in her taste through his nostrils. She was beautiful. "Mmm, yeah," she grinned, leaning into a passionate kiss with Julie. Their tongues seemed to dance around one another with practiced choreography, Jenna tasting Steve's fluids in Julie's abundant saliva. "He tastes good," Jenna observed, licking her lips and focusing on the pleasure Steve was delivering. "Like candy," Julie grinned and once again wrapped her whorishly red lips around the waiting male. * * * * "Dude, Chad sent me to get his...." the brunette stopped in the doorway, his jaw at his ankles. "Wh...wha?" Steve called from under the tangle of female bodies. Joel stared in awe. There was a gorgeous blonde female with perfect breasts, no tan lines anywhere in sight on her body. She was the one that seemed to be riding Steve, who appeared to be entirely naked underneath her writhing hips. The second female, much darker complected, with raven locks that reached nearly to her amazingly sculpted ass, was kneeling in front of the pair, sucking on the blonde's pert nipples. He blinked his eyes and looked again. Yes, he had seen this correctly. "Did you need something?" Jenna asked snidely, trying to shoo the offending male from the room. "I, uh, I was looking for," Joel stammered then returned to staring at the threesome. Julie removed her lips from Jenna's quivering chest, turning to face the intruder. "Hi," she smiled. "You're cute!" Joel simply stared wide-eyed. "Dude, get ahold of yourself!" Steve laughed, peering around the blonde girl to stare at his tourmate. "I, we, they, Chad, I....WOW!" Joel laughed. "I'm sorry for interrupting this." He turned toward the door and began to leave. As he reached his hand out toward the knob, he felt a warm hand on his shoulder. "Don't go," Julie grinned. Joel turned to meet her purple eyes and grinned. "You want me to stay?" Julie backed away from the male slowly, and motioned him with the crook of her finger. "I guess that means yes," Joel laughed and locked the door before heading towards the bed. "You play by my rules," Julie grinned at him. "I say, you do." Joel smirked. "Now take it all off, baby," Julie demanded. Joel tore his clothing off with lightening fast speed. He threw his wifebeater across the room, his shorts quickly following. He allowed his boxers to simply fall to the floor, stepping from them and winking at Julie. "Am I a good student?" A wide smile crossed Julie's face. "You're not a student," she taunted, "You're my bitch." Jenna and Steve erupted into laughter. * * * * "Oh fuck, Steve, harder! I want to feel you fill me with your...." Julie was screaming as Steve thrust violently inside her. Jenna shook her head and rolled her eyes at the couple. "Good god, you're so dramatic," she laughed. "They are!" Joel agreed, nibbling her neck gently. He was positioned directly behind Jenna on the bed, his hand wrapped around her tiny body, rubbing her clit frantically. From her position on all fours, Jenna watched Steve drive into her Julie's tight body, her own body pushing slowly back onto Joel's hard cock. "Mmm," she cooed softly. "So fuckin big. So hard. So delicious." Julie had stopped her vocal Olympics and was staring at the pair. "Jenna, you need to speak up!" she laughed. "You do not sound like you are taking a hard cock up the ass!" "Sorry," Jenna laughed. "It hurts, I'm focusing." "Are you okay?" Joel asked quickly, sincerely. "We can stop!" "No, no," Jenna giggled. "I've always wanted to do this. I'm fine. Just keep going slow." "AND FUCKIN SCREAM A LITTLE," Julie yelled. Joel and Jenna laughed at her obnoxiousness. "She's a stripper alright," Joel laughed. "A fuckin tight, hot one," Steve rasped. "And I'm gonna cum inside her and make her scream....FUCK YEAH." Steve and Julie giggled slightly, then both returned to screaming out their wild calls of pleasure. Jenna watched the pair in amusement, Steve managing to last a few minutes longer before he pulled out of Julie and shot his load all over her waiting chest. "Fuck you are a hot slut," he grinned. "Damn straight!" Julie teased. She smacked Steve on the ass before rising off the bed and beginning to redress herself. "Where you going, Jules?" Jenna called, moaning loudly when Joel jerked inside her roughly. "I'm in," Joel heaved. "You just....it's all...just now?" Jenna asked with confusion. Joel nodded, wiping sweat from his brow. "Yeah." "Jenna?" Julie asked, approaching the blonde that was clearly in pain. "Yeah?" Jenna asked, not able to remove her head from its spot buried in a pillow. "If he's hurting you, you should stop this. I know you wanted to try it, to be like me, but seriously...." Julie sighed. "He even hurt me and I'm used to this shit." "It hurts," Jenna hissed. "A lot." "Then stop," Julie sighed. "He's too big for that shit." Joel slowly eased out of Jenna's battered body, looking somewhat shell-shocked. "I didn't want....you said," he sighed. "I know she did, Joel," Julie grinned. "Because I told her you had the hottest dick I'd ever fucked!" Stripped Our sweet victim, long trapped in a chastity device, tries to make the best of a bad situation and finds his way into a strip club. His secret gets discovered and his predicament exploited. * PART 1 So I don't know why I ventured into that strip club, being in the state that I was. I guess that I just wanted to experience a little stimulation if I might be able. You see, I was tricked by my girlfriend Sara into trying on a steel chastity tube, just for fun, she said, and long story short, it has been seventeen weeks since I've had an orgasm. Since that mistake of the century, I've drifted into a kind of numb, low-level state of constant fuzzy arousal, 24/7, with neither highs nor lows, or hope; my body and libido seems like it has shut down, in order to cope. As if that wasn't bad enough, Sara has indicated that I'm nowhere close to being released, and she's become much more distant with me these days, rarely even seeing me. In fact, you could almost say that I've been dumped, and left to suffer in this sorry state. And, so without any immediate hopes of getting the keys back, or even snuggling with anyone, I figured, what the hell... maybe I could pull myself out of this gray fuzzy funk and get some juices flowing again, if at least for a little while and even if mostly constrained. PART 2 And now I've taken my seat, ordered a beverage, and as I listen to the hypnotic music, I'm feeling almost comfortable. The spongy chair sags just so, while I purposely refuse to think about the endless streams of filthy men who've no doubt sat in my very chair. After an hour there and well into my third Martini, I feel my libido start to spring to life again, and it's feeling quite wonderful, even if my penis is still brutally trapped within the steel tube. A welcomed smile appears on my face. PART 3 As the stunning, voluptuous, and definitely not innocent looking brunette, Gisele, is dancing for me ever so seductively, I'm feeling pretty good actually. She turns, bending slowly, seductively placing her perfect female ass mere inches from my face. I can smell her perfume, and am almost in love. It's been so long, I realize. This lap dance goes on for some minutes in the darkness of the club, before I finally feel her hand on my thigh, inching slowly upwards, as she glares into my eyes. At that moment, I realize that she's the one who is using me, not the other way around. Then, realizing too late, in a panicked last second reaction, I tense up and try to pull back in my chair fearing that my secret might be discovered. But in the chair, with her almost pinning me, gracefully, yet firmly, there is nowhere to go. And that is when she felt the hard steel mass where a normal crotch should be. She paused her hand there, slowly feeling it through my pants and says nothing, while she stares me in the face searching it for something. The seconds seem like minutes, and then suddenly the music changes, and she gets up and whispers in my ear, almost tonguing it, that the dance will be $20, and I fumble with my wallet to pay her. PART 4 And quickly, Gisele had drifted off into the darkness, as other dancers came and went, and after a while, I was at ease again, and enjoying myself while spending a fair amount of money. But I didn't feel bad about the expense, because I needed to cut loose a bit in this way. If only I could cut something else loose, I thought to myself with a sigh. When the big breasted blond with the most gorgeous long curls, dressed all in white lingerie and 5" heels, came over and offered to take me back for a special dance, I declined, thinking it best not to get too intimate given my rather weird situation. I surely didn't need any extra drama, though I'd under any normal circumstances, I'd go in a second. But this woman was persistent and wouldn't be denied. Her name was Lexi and she pleaded with me seductively, using the skills that beautiful women have, and so inevitably, I caved in and went, pushing worry to the back of my mind. PART 5 I arrived in a small, neatly kept, dimly light room, and she seated me in the guest chair, and asked me to sit tight as she quickly jolted out, saying that she'd be right back. And I thought, Whoa, what is this all about? I quickly realized what she was up to when she returned with Gisele, who smiled the most wicked smile as she strutted over to me in her sexy heels. I tried to project strength and hide my nervousness, but knew that I probably failed, knowing from experience that women can usually detect even the most subtle hints from a man. The ladies each made their way to my sides and began to massage my shoulders and neck from behind me, as Gisele said innocently, "So mister, are you going to explain yourself?" "Wha... what do you mean?" I struggled to squeak out after a short pause. Coming around to my front and quickly sitting on my lap, straddling me, while Lexi continued to work my shoulders, Gisele said, "Oh, I think you know damn well what I mean. What do you have hidden here in your pants?" "Um, yes, I guess you felt that earlier... it's nothing really," I said. "Well...," she said, smirking, as she moved her hands to my crotch, and started to unzip my pants. "OK, OK, if you must know, I'm wearing a steel chastity tube. OK? Is that so wrong?" I said, a bit defensively just as she had found it. "Oh my God," she giggled. "It's so cute, I just love it, and oh, there is a lock on it. Do you have the key? Can you get out of this without the key? You can't fuck anyone with this on can you? Or even masturbate I'm guessing? How amazing!" "Um, no, no, and no... I pretty much can't do anything while wearing this, and no, I don't have the key, my bitch of a girlfriend, or ex-girlfriend has it and I've been trapped in this thing for more than four months," I said, letting it all pour out, hoping for some sympathy. "Mmmmm," she moaned as she slid her athletic thighs and hips further up to rest very near my steel encased crotch, slightly grinding me, while putting her extended arms around my shoulders. "I think it's amazing, but I have to know, how did you get put into the predicament. What did you do to deserve this? Were you bad? I must know." With Lexi still working my shoulders, her long hair brushing down the side of my face at times, and Gisele gazing into my eyes, while straddling me, still grinding on my lap, I was near melting, even if embarrassed and worried. "I did nothing to get put here, except trust her, and she turned out to be a bitch," I said, unexpectedly getting slapped, hard, by Gisele the second I said the word "bitch", as Lexi grabbed my hair firmly, almost painfully. "Well," she said, "I don't like it when men call women that name. It's degrading, and now I can see why she put you into this contraption. You must have deserved it for many other reasons too, I'll bet. I want to talk to her. Give me your cell phone! Do it bitch, or we'll get the bouncers in here to kick the shit out of your little perverted ass." PART 6 And in that moment of shock, without even thinking about it, I did, and she asked me what her name was, and then dialed, while looking a bit disgusted at me, while Lexi continued to hold me firm, by the hair. I figured it best not to struggle. "Hello my little bitch. I thought I told you not to ever call me," Jennifer said, as she answered the call, thinking it was from me. "Ha ha, this is NOT your little bitch, but I do have your little bitch Brian right here, and I wanted to talk to you about him. My name is Gisele and I'm an exotic dancer at the Rhinestone Club downtown," responded Gisele. "Oh man, this cannot be good. This cannot end well" I said to myself, slumping down in my chair a bit as the blond behind me released he grip, just a little bit. "What the hell is he doing there? Put me on speaker phone so he can hear this, if you will," Jennifer commanded Gisele. "Well he came in for some adult entertainment, and I happened to discover his little secret, and I'm intrigued by it all, and so I wanted to talk to you and find out your motivation and such," Gisele said, grinding even more on my locked up and throbbing crotch. "Hi Jennifer," I chimed in, hoping to ease the tensions. "I see. I guess she needed a little stimulation then," Jennifer said, laughing. "I locked her up a long time ago, just because I could. I wanted to break her for no other reason than to see if I could. She was my boyfriend for a while, but was becoming a little too lame in my book, and so I put her in chastity and have moved on. And it has made me so happy to know that I have taken that little inadequate man's penis away, and so easily at that." "Wow," the dancers said, almost simultaneously, as the blond forced my head back to look into my eyes, as she smirked, no doubt feeling even more power over me that she had before. "So, Jennifer, I have to say that I'm getting incredibly turned on right now after hearing you say the things you've said," Gisele replied. "It's kind of been one of my wildest, seemingly unobtainable fantasies to turn a once proud man into a pathetic chaste bitch, but you have pulled it off! You have my total awe and admiration. Lexi and I could definitely find uses for such a loser around here." "Well, owning such a thing does have its advantages. Near the end, I made great use of her tongue, which is rather talented, but I even grew tired of that, especially now that I have my own wonderful lesbian lover to pamper me the right way. By the way, you two should make him eat you out anytime you want. What else is he good for?" Jennifer said, as I cringed, while the girls smiled at each other, and laughed sinisterly. "So, are you going to keep the keys forever, or maybe... maybe pass them on to a new key-holder?" asked Gisele, seeming a little hopeful. "Gisele, I like you and have no further use for Brian, err rather Brianna, so the keys are yours now. Feel free to do with her as you please. I'll drop them off sometime next week," Jennifer said, quite nonchalantly, as if passing on an old book that no longer interests her. I couldn't believe that all of this was transpiring right in front of me, as if I wasn't even there. I was being passed around like... like a common whore, and without even getting paid. "Oh yippy!" Gisele yelled. "Thank you so much Jennifer. We simply must meet one day for lunch. And be assured, I'll keep Brianna in HER place quite well. You can count on that!" she said as she pinched my nipple hard, causing me to wince. PART 7 "So bitch, I want you to thank me for saving you from that evil woman of yours," Gisele said to me, as she stood up, bringing her crotch closer to my mouth, as Lexi left the room, blowing me a kiss on the way out and smirking. At this point, I knew my role, and I was helpless, and could only hope for mercy if I pleased her well. Perhaps one day, if I'm good to her, she'll release me from my prison, and so, with pure enthusiasm and hope, I slid her panties to the side, and began tonguing her pussy, as my penis strained mercilessly inside its steel prison. Her pussy was plump and warm, and a bit juicy, and as I stopped momentarily to look up at her, she said, "Oh don't worry. It's been a few hours since my boyfriend filled me with his cum; it's probably all dissipated by now, but in any case, you'll definitely be getting used to it in the very near future, I hope you don't mind." And so, utterly defeated, I continued to eat her, not even really caring at this point if I was tasting her boyfriend's cum or not. She continued, "Mmmmmm, I think having my own personal chaste pussy licker will come in very handy. You see my boyfriend hates to eat me, but loves to fill me up, as do the other guys I'm seeing on the side. Shush, don't tell, OK? And I'm often sore and messy before my shifts here, so... that is were you come in. What are you doing Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays at 9 pm? Well, I guess we both know what you'll be doing from now on. Ha ha." And as she was approaching her orgasm, I heard the click of high heels approaching behind me, before finally, Gisele shuddered, clenched, and mashed my face hard into her sloppy wet pussy, as she whimpered and panted, holding me there for several seconds before releasing me. Gisele seemed satisfied and smiled at me for a true moment, before turning stern and extending her hand, saying, "That will be $100 please." A final humiliation. And Lexi just laughed, as she approached me, saying, "Don't make me get the bouncers little one. No one gets a freebee." And so, as I paid Gisele, she smirked and said, "Good, then I'll see you here for my shift next Monday? We'll make it a regular thing. Oh, I just love the possibilities! Now, please make Lexi happy too, and the rest, and I'll see you next Monday. Take care, my little bitch. Yep, women should never be called 'bitch', but for pathetic, chaste, sissy boys, it's quite fitting, don't you think?" "Yes, it is most fitting," I said dejectedly, as Lexi moved in closer, pushing me to my knees. THE END Stripped I see you through the window, sitting haphazardly in a chair at the kitchen table. You're zoned out, eyes staring unfocused on the table beside you and I stop just out of sight to watch you. You don't appear to be bothered or anything, but I can see the tension in the set of your shoulders, the tightness around your eyes, the pressure of your clenched jaw. I have no idea what may be wrong, and it doesn't even matter because no matter what it is I'll still want to fix it. So I think over the many things I can do to ease that tension as I quietly make my way inside. I strip out of my clothes in the hallway and by the time I walk into the kitchen all I have on me is a throw pillow from the sofa. I walk directly to you and you don't even notice I'm there until I place my hands on your thighs and pull you to the edge of the chair. You start a bit then blink down at me, your eyes lighting and your lips quirking as I kneel on the pillow I dropped on the floor between your legs. I raise my eyebrows, smile at you saucily and you reward me with a smile that reaches your eyes. I brush my hand over your face then weave my fingers through your dark hair, pulling you down to me, licking and nibbling at your lips until you open for me and our tongues slide together. I purr into your mouth, my hands gripping tighter, pulling you closer and you respond in kind. I ease away from you, pushing you back and pulling you forward until you're reclining in the chair just the way I want. I unbutton your jeans and you raise your hips up so I can move them down a bit, freeing you to my seeking hands and hungry mouth. I maneuver myself at your feet, shifting and twisting until I find the correct angle where I can look you in the eye as I suck your cock, and I do just that; licking a slow line from base to tip before fluttering my tongue around the tip. Your breath catches, your head falls back and your eyes close slightly. I smile around you then get to work, sucking and licking and nibbling until I can feel you struggling to stop yourself from thrusting up into me. I grab one of your hands and place it on my head. You take the hint and soon both hands are threaded in my hair and I'm gasping around you as you slowly fuck my mouth. I wrap a hand around you, the other braced against your hip to steady myself and I seal my lips around you and stroke along your shaft with my tongue. I feel a new kind of tension in you building, hear the rasp of your breathing and taste the salty proof of lust on your dick and I moan around you, taking you in as deep as I can. You thrust into my mouth, stretching my lips and just grazing the back of my throat before retreating again and the faster you fuck my mouth, the hotter and wetter I get between my legs. I love to please you; it just does it for me. I'm intent on making you come in my mouth, on tasting you on my tongue and swallowing you down, but your hands on my shoulders stop me. I pull back a bit, stare up at you questioningly as I tongue the head of your dick. You groan, practically growl, "Fuck me, baby" and then you're gripping my arms with both hands, pulling me up onto your lap. I straddle you, rubbing my wet pussy against you. You squeeze my ass in both hands and we slide around until the tip of you nudges where I'm wet and open for you. I roll my hips, taking you inside me in a slick rush and I feel stretched and full and I squeeze around you, tight and wet and hot. I wrap my arms around your neck, pulling your head down to mine as we rock against each other, and I'm moaning into your mouth. I slide my tongue over your teeth, pushing in to flutter over the roof of your mouth before tangling with yours. Your hands grip my ass, guiding my movements just the way you like it and the press of you against my clit makes me writhe closer, closer, closer. I raise myself up as much as I can, using my arms on your shoulders as leverage. I slowly sink back onto you, shivering as you stretch me and I feel your hands forcing my down, down, down until there's no where else to go. I pause there, my inner muscles twitching around you, and I pump my hips, rubbing myself against you before setting an easy rhythm, riding it out, reveling in the sound and scent of our fucking until I have to fight myself to keep it slow and easy. Without warning you lock an arm around my hips and I squeak in surprise, arms and legs wrapping around you as you shift forward, taking us both to the floor. You move the pillow where you want it then spill me onto my back, the pillow under my hips raising me up where you want me. You keep your eyes on mine as you lean over me, your intent clear as you lick a line up my inner thigh. You nibble the sensitive spot where my leg meets my groin then blow teasingly over me as you give the same treatment to the other side. I whimper, curse, then reach down and grab two handfuls of your hair, forcing you where I want you. You smirk at me, exhaling onto my sensitive flesh and I pump my hips, rubbing myself against you. You lap at me, tease me, nipping and sucking and tongue fucking until I'm panting and moaning for it. You bring me right to the edge then pause and my grip on your hair tightens as I rub myself against your mouth harder and faster. You push two fingers inside me, curving them upward into my g-spot and pleasure rolls over me until I'm sobbing and cursing and begging for more, more, more. I'm still sobbing and begging as you move over me, shoving your cock where I'm hot and wet and quivering for you. You waste no time getting to work, thrusting into me balls deep, harder and faster, your hands braced on the floor by my head. I spasm underneath you, my first orgasm quickly forced into another as you touch that spot deep inside me and you grind your pelvis into my clit. I clutch at you, my nails digging into your sides and I lock my feet together on your lower back, urging you in even deeper. I squeeze my inner muscles around you as you push into me, releasing you as you withdraw and soon the pleasure increases until I can no longer comprehend my movements and I have to force myself to just breathe and take what you're giving. I let my feet slide down you until they're braced on your calves and the shift in position allows you a greater range of motion and I work with you, my hips pumping up to meet your thrusts. You're looking down, your eyes focused on your cock moving in and out of me and I can't look away from your face and the abject pleasure there. A whimpering sob falls from my lips and you shift your gaze to my face just as you bring me over again. My eyes fall shut and you're kissing me, your tongue mimicking the action of your dick between my legs. I suck your tongue into my mouth, my lips and teeth ravishing you as you continue to pump into me, your motion quickly becoming choppy and a bit frantic as you start to lose it. You pull back, levering yourself up on your arms and I open my eyes just in time to see you bite your lip, your breath coming out in a curse as the tension peaks. You gasp my name and I look up and meet your eyes just as I feel you pulse inside me and the hot rush of you makes me quiver, a last whimper torn from my throat. You melt into me, your clothed body blanketing my nude one, and I relax underneath you, my hands stroking whatever skin I can reach. You sigh, shudder, pushing your still hard cock inside where I'm now drenched from you and it makes me writhe and pull you even closer. I feel you relax even more, your weight pressing me into the floor and I can't bring myself to tell you to move even if the stretch of my legs is quickly turning uncomfortable. I don't relish the idea of an evening nap on the kitchen floor, but no isn't a word I use with you. Stripped Music pounding through the cavernous room. Bright lights on the cat walk, as the men dance down around the pole. Rhythmic gyrations and choreographed steps, as they strip off their clothes... bit by bit. It is better than the movie... No drama and far more action. On platforms against the wall more men sway to the beat. They are dressed in the briefest of spangled underwear, or leather g-strings. I make my way to one of them, dollars in my hand. He tucks the money in his shorts and then places my hands high on his chest.... Ahhh, so I can touch?!! That is all the consent I need. My hands roam down his muscled body, fingers teasing across his nipples. I would love to twist and pinch them.... But this is not that kind of place... Not my playground. His nipples bead as I thumb them again... then my hands roam down his stomach and around to his low back. He turns and kneels on all fours, so I can stroke his back and ass. I resist the urge to raise my hand and lay into those taut muscular cheeks. So damn spankable! I marvel at how well he read me. None of the dancers are kneeling like this, for the other women here. Time to take a tour of the velvet purple wonderland in back. I pick a tattooed cowboy and wave my twenty at him. Hand in hand he leads me through the crowd. Settled in against the plush cushions, I let my hands roam his body. I run my finger nails down his back as he sways above me. Then his back is to me, ass in my lap. Reaching around, I run my hands down the length of his chest and stomach, onto muscled thighs. His taut body feels so good... I press my lips against his back and come away tasting the salt on his skin .... They have been dancing for hours. He bumps his hip up against my crotch, gentle thump, thump, thump, to the beat. Nearing the end of the night... I am waiting by the crowded cat walk for a dancer to crawl my way... he is taking too long, so I walk away. And there you are, on a circular platform, in the middle of the room. Red, white and blue lycra short shorts that cup your ass. Blond hair and a black cowboy hat. Another cowboy, I laugh to myself.... Well, we are in Wyoming! You're not as tatted up as my first cowboy. I remember you did a fun strip tease earlier in the evening... to some country song, and then you disappeared. You are now trying to shoo off two young women who are hanging around like groupies. They are pretty girls, and I wonder why you are looking so annoyed. But your face lights up when you see me approach. Why did I wait all evening to meet you? You tuck my bills into your waist band like an afterthought, as you eagerly move in to dance for me. Face close to my ear, you ask my name, and then offer yours. Your body is pressed lightly against mine as you lean over, and I can smell your masculine cologne. Delicious! My hands are on you from the start. Grabbing, squeezing, gliding. You are smoother than the other men... with tighter muscle. When your pelvis bumps forward against my thigh I can feel that your cock is hard. Closing time, and you flag me over for a drink. Can I wait a minute, while you change? Word has it that you run this joint. I watch you head down a hall toward an office. The other dancers move back stage to the changing rooms. Waiters, workers, and girlfriends are drifting into the bar area to get their after-hours drinks. I follow you down the hall. Pausing to unlock the door, you hear me behind you. Not looking back, you stop in your tracks, door ajar. I can hear you breathing. Abuzz with desire, I close in on you. Arms wrapping around your body, I press my hips and pelvis against your lycra clad ass. Hands roaming your chest and belly, I let me fingers nails scrape roughly across your nipples. "I'm out of ones" I say, my face and chest against your muscled back. "That's OK" you murmur urgently, still not moving. My hand moves down to rub your hard cock, and stroke your balls through the thin material. A shiver runs through your body. The cloth is wet where a drop of pre-cum has soaked thru. You are compliant in my arms, so I press you forward with my body, pushing us through the open door. Once inside, I shut it, then continue to stroke your cock from behind. You are panting and thrusting slightly against my hand. I step away. You stay where I left you, head back, breathing hard. I spot a straight back chair by the desk. "Sit" I command, pointing. You hasten to comply, looking up at me with questioning eyes. Your cock is tenting the tight shorts. I take off your hat. Straddling your legs, I sit over your lap, staring down into your face. My hands roam your chest, fingers finding your nipples. Tweaking and twisting them roughly, I watch your response. Sucking in ragged breaths, your hands grip the edge of the seat. I reach up and grab a handful of hair, yanking your head back, so I can kiss you. I rape your mouth with my tongue. I feel you kissing me back, hesitant at first, then more passionately. You taste like cinnamon. The smell of your cologne is intoxicating. I fuck with your nipples some more, watching you groan and writhe under me. "Standup" I say, climbing off of your lap. "Strip." You are moving almost at once, standing to slide off the shorts. Your muscular ass flexes as you bend to get the shorts off over knee pads and boots. "Shoes too?" you ask in a whisper. "Everything" I reply. You make quick work of removing the remaining items. Naked now, you stand up straight, for my inspection. Chest out and arms at your side... Legs slightly apart... Your cock is jutting out in front of you, saluting me, tip glistening. "Who trained you so well?" I ask. "No one ever trained me..." you murmur, blushing. "You're a natural" I say, as I walk around your body, running a hand down your muscled back. It comes to rest on your ass. "Thank you.... I think" you say with a slight chuckle, voice a little surer... The first hint of the confident man from the dance floor. "How far do you want to go?" I ask, hand still on your ass. "As far as you want to take me." You turn your head, to look at me. "You don't know what you're asking for" I reply, my turn to chuckle now. "No I don't" you admit, but your cock is jerking, and your breathing is becoming heavy again. Moving the chair away from the desk, I sit down. "Lie down over my lap" I invite, patting my thigh. "Why?" you ask, cock jumping. You are biting your lower lip, hesitating. "Why do you think?" I pat my thigh again. Slowly, you lower your body across my lap. You're trembling a little. Your rigid cock rubs against my jeans. With hands and feet braced on the floor, your muscled body rests lightly on my lap. "Ummmm..." you shift around, wanting to ask me something, but afraid to ruin the moment. "I will only spank you where the shorts will cover... and only hard enough to leave a little redness for tonight." I am guessing at what you are asking. You sigh in relief, and nod. "Thank you" you whisper. Coarse tremors are running through your body. I rub soft circles around your ivory ass cheeks, enjoying the feel. "Ever been spanked before?" I ask. You shake your head 'no'. SMACK... I bring my hand down with a quick slap. It is startling in the quiet, and you flinch. SMACK...Again. You are ready this time. I set up a rhythm, alternating cheeks, rubbing circles on the pink areas in between slaps. Slowly the rhythm picks up, more slapping and less rubbing. Your ass is taking on a pink glow. As the spanks continue, you are beginning to twist and wiggle on my lap. I love the little hissing noise you make, and how your abds tighten against my thigh. As you lift up an arm or a leg in your squirming, more of your weight has come to rest on my thighs. Your cock is now grinding against me as you move. When the hissing turns to whimpers, and your ass is more red than pink, I stop. Gently I rub the spanked skin. You're panting now and rocking that cock against my thigh. Since I don't want cum on my jeans, I pull up on your shoulder, pushing you off my lap. Going back on your heels, you kneel at my side, and rest your head in my lap. You are still panting. "What's next?" you ask. I am running a hand through your hair, and stroking your back. Your breathing calms. "Dessert" I say with a grin. You lift your head off of my lap and lick your lips. I nod. Leaving you kneeling there, I stand and slip out of my sandles and jeans. The lacey little g-string comes off next. Turning, I quickly clear off a spot on your desk, then sit up on the edge. You close the space between us on your hands and knees, crawling to kneel between my legs. I drape them over your shoulders, and rest my feet against your back. You move forward without hesitation, rubbing your face against my pussy. A smile is on your lips as your tongue darts out to part mine. You lap greedily at my sweet juices. I lean back, while your tongue works its way up to my clit. This is definitely something you have done before, as you work me over with firm strokes up and down, then steady pressure circling down. This is something the baby-boys of the world don't know about... all those 20 something year old lover boys. This is where the grown up men earn their keep! Ummmm.... I feel that buzzing start, and I like when you put the pressure down on my clit... but you are moving back down, so I grab your head, pushing you back to where you were. "Like that?" you ask and do it again. I growl in response, clutching your hair. You chuckle. "Better.... get... serious... boy" I threaten, but am panting so hard the words come out in short bursts. Then everything tightens up like a spring and I can't talk anymore... I can barely breath... You grind down hard on my clit with your tongue. I think about your red ass cheeks over my lap... and how you let me push you into this room... and how you squirmed as I twisted your nipples.... And then I am cumming in a roaring driving thunderous orgasm, my hand gripping your hair, legs pressed into your back. Shuddering with the explosion I look down at you. You are grinning up at me with tongue out, and face wet. I hold you there for a few long minutes, letting the waves wash through me. Then, I am pulling on your hair, gently, but urgently.... Beckoning you up off of your knees... up to kiss me. I taste my juices on your lips, and kiss you fiercely. We pull apart and you sit down heavily in the chair. "I don't suppose I get to cum?" You ask. I shake my head 'no' with a smile. "Not tonight, babe" I am pulling on panties and jeans. "Can I see you again?" You are starting to look anxious. "You want too?" I ask, smile playing across my lips. "Yes... please!" It is an urgent plea. I walk over and straddle you again. This time your naked cock is pressed against my jeans. Your hands find their way to my hips. I run hands through your hair, then down over your chest. You hold your breath when I come near your nipples. Ummm, so much fun! "What are you doing tomorrow?" I ask. Stripped Jamie wasn't cut out for the small town life. At 17 she'd run away for home and headed straight to Vegas, she wanted more than a shotgun house and a baby on her hip. She wanted money and adventure. For a year she'd been hopping casinos sitting on the knees of high rollers and reaping the benefits of their lucky streaks. She was getting by, and about six months ago she perfected the art of counting cards. Painted into sleek red dress she took a taxi to the strip tonight. She got some blue eyed baby faced business yuppie to buy her a vodka cranberry as soon as she walked in the door. Then she ditched him with a real call girl. Roxie didn't get paid for sex, she had sex when she wanted to, usually as a gift to those who gave her large quantities of their winnings. She was a lucky charm girl, the arm candy of those that probability was favoring, and her card counting abilities gave her the upper hand on that gig. It didn't hurt that she was so young either. Roxie wasn't ageist; it was money that turned her on, plain and simple. She knew as soon as she spotted him that he was the one. A silver fox in an Armani suit, a Cuban hanging from his mouth, he didn't care if he won or lost, but he was certainly winning right now. She walked right over to him and whispered in his ear. "I'll make sure your streak never ends." He smiled and hooked his arm around her waist, lifting her up onto his knee. "Oh I bet you will honey, you look like one hell of a lucky charm." He showed her his hand. "What do you think, should I play it safe or live dangerously." She leaned in to whisper in his ear and lightly nipped the lobe with her teeth before speaking. "I think that men who live on the edge are so sexy." He laughed and squeezed her ass before taking a hit and pulling the hand in. Roxie wrapped her arms around his neck and pushed her chest against him as she kept a watch on the dealer. Two hands later she knew exactly where they stood and her tips were a lot more useful than dumb luck. With every hand he won he pulled her closer, even sharing his cigar and buying her another drink. An hour later he whispered into her ear as his hand slid up her thigh under her dress. "Why don't you help me get lucky one more time?" She hopped off of his knee and he led her up to his room, a strong hand wrapped around her waist and resting on her belly. This was her favorite part. Older men always knew what to do, they had so much more experience, and rich men had so much more confidence. Sometimes they paid her, assuming she was a call girl. She didn't correct them. Sometimes they just bought her dinner and rocked her world. Sometimes they let her take control. She loved it all. "I'm Xavier by the way." "Isabel," she lied, smiling as he let her into his room. It was oh so very expensive. There was a sitting room, off to the side she could see that bed was bigger than her apartment, the bathroom was a palace, and the sheets looked heavenly. He was in no hurry. He played some Sinatra on the stereo system and invited her to join him on the loveseat. She chose his lap again, leaving half of the seat empty. "Well, Bella, I just adore this dress. I've never had a very good imagination and there are so few blanks to fill in." He placed her between his legs and ran his hands down her shoulders, telling her how lovely she felt and complimenting the scent of her skin. He cupped her breasts in a delicious, teasing massage. "Well now these are just incredible, you really must be proud." "Oh yes, I work very hard to keep them pampered." He pulled her zipper down and let the bodice fall so that her breasts, and lack of bra, were exposed. "It is so important to let them breathe," he murmured into her neck as he teased her nipples. Cupping the fullness of her breasts and traveling downward towards her stomach. He lifted her by her waist to a standing position without standing himself and the dress slithered to the floor. "Now I'm stuck. Do I pamper the top or the bottom." He tapped his fingers on her ass and tugged at the black thong. "It's a tough choice as they both seem to like you very much," Jamie said, smiling over her shoulder. "Well that makes me a very lucky man. Let me take them to the bed like a true gentleman would." He lifted her immediately into a bridal carry and kissed her deeply on the mouth before trailing kisses down her neck and laying her on the bed. He removed his jacket, cufflinks, and shirt before bending down to kiss her stomach. "You have an incredible body Bella, has anyone told you." "Not in so many kisses." "Well I'm not finished yet, do you think it would be alright if I stripped down to match you." Jamie nodded. She watched, hungry, as he revealed an immaculate tan torso with a sprinkling of grey and black chest hair, and finally tight white boxers. Very tight. He climbed up to kneel over her and began to tease her whole body. He ran his fingers up her thighs, stopping just before the scrap of lace that still covered her. His mouth found her nipples and knew exactly what to do with them, nibbling lightly and sucking deliciously on them in turn. Lost in herself Jamie cried out when he jerked her hips up to meet his, grinding them together in a delicious harmony. "You are incredibly happy to see me Xavier," she sighed through half lidded eyes. "Oh from the very first moment my darling," he ran his fingers across her belly, tantalizing her skin. "May I ask Bella, are you one for a light spanking?" "Oh no Xavier, never a light one," she teased. He smiled and rapidly flipped her over eliciting a giggle which he silenced with a swift slap across her ass, she gasped and moaned. He kissed the small of her back before coming down with another strict slap. His other hand slid under her and immediately found her throbbing clit as he slapped her again. She cried loudly with pleasure. "Oh-Xavier-oh-please-ah!" "Darling you are so very responsive." He pushed her thong to the side and grazed her naked clit, pressing firmly he slapped her hard again on the ass. He flipped her quickly back onto her back, he stinging buttocks sliding across the satin sheets as he pulled her dripping pussy to his lips and lapped greedily. They moaned together as she ground her hips into his lips. "Please, punish me." He smiled devilishly from her crotch and reached to the floor for his belt, she blanched a bit and he laughed. "Oh no darling, not for that," he flipped her over and belted her wrists together to the bedpost. She wriggled to prove she couldn't get free. "Lovely darling, I know that you've been a very naughty young lady." She moaned in agreement and wriggled her ass, he slapped it forcefully. He massaged her cheeks, "Oh my yes, you will have to be punished." He slapped her again and grabbed a fistful of her hair before again immediately finding her clit. He rubbed it deliciously and bit her hard on the neck, she moaned as he pulled her head back. "You are so ready darling." She heard the crinkle of a wrapper and he slapped her again, and again, and again, the pain mounting, she moaned at the pleasure of the sting, he slapped her hard, lifted her hips and was inside her. She screamed with pleasure and he stilled after the first thrust, he was holding her to him by her hips, her knees barely still on the bed. He grabbed her hair tight and moved to hold her by the stomach as the thrust hard into her. "FUCK!" she screamed as he filled her. He pushed her face into the pillow and yanked her hair back as he fucked her hard into the bed. The pleasure mounted inside of her as he fucked her, ramming himself into her until he stilled and cried out. There we're only seconds of stillness; she teased him by tightening around his penis. He moaned. "Oh bella, darling, I'd better finish you off." He pulled out quickly and flipped her over so that the belt bit even further into her wrists. He immediately took her in his mouth, licking her artfully, knowingly, inhaling her scent as he tortured her. He stuck a finger inside of her, and then forced another, her walls closing against them as he found the exact right spot. She convulsed deep inside and on the surface of her clit as he owned it. She tightened all around him and fell still, exhausted. "Well thank you very much Xavier." "Oh and thank you Bella, for the good luck all night." Stripped and Auctioned Re: Patient 23508 I asked the patient to describe one of the fantasies in question. The following is a transcription from the recorded session. I intend to request descriptions of additional fantasies for further exploration. --------- I am on a table... on my back. There are women all around the table. Some of them hold my wrists and ankles so that I'm immobilized. I resist but they are too strong. Their faces are expressionless. The women begin to strip me of my shoes, skirt, blouse... in that order. I put up a terrible fight, kicking and punching, but they overpower me. I am heaving from the struggle. The women pull my stockings off. I am wearing only panties and a bra. With all my strength, I pull my legs together to prevent them from pulling down my panties. Realizing I must focus on one line of defense, I concentrate on locking my legs together even while the women easily strip me of my bra. The women double their efforts to pry my legs open. I twist and clench ferociously, but fail to defend my sex. The women pry my legs from their lock and pull free my panties. More women join the effort to completely immobilize me. I am too exhausted to resist any more. I am spread eagle, naked. The women shave me below my arms, legs... my private area... everywhere. I am helpless to stop them. I close my eyes as they shave my sex. I cannot face them. They flip me over onto my stomach to shave the back of my legs and ass. By the time they are done, I am on my back again, hairless from the neck down. I try to break free once more, but they don't let go. A few of the women step back and away from the table as another woman steps between them. She is the headmistress. The women look down in her presence. She is carrying a pointer type of stick which she uses to inspect my body, poking my breasts, pulling open the lips of my pussy, and running it along my legs. Her look is stern. She motions and they turn me over. I struggle against them as they rotate me, grunting from effort and frustration. It is no use. Her stick pulls my ass cheeks apart. They return me to my original position. She inspects my tits one more time. I muster the power to look the headmistress in the eye. She finds this amusing, judging by her wry smile and raised eyebrow. I look away, my face flushing red. She walks away. The women become busy again. They sit me up. I search for any sign of sympathy. Nothing. They tie my wrists in cuffs behind my back. I feel even more helpless. They apply mousse to my hair, which they pull tight behind my head. I feel my neck completely exposed. The women move me off the table. They walk me into another room onto a round platform surrounded by curtains. Standing in the middle of the platform, I hear a muddled sound of voices coming from behind at least one curtain. There are two half rings on the floor. The women hold my legs and attach separate cuffs to my ankles. Each cuff is attached to one of the rings, pulling my legs slightly apart. When I am secured to the platform beneath me, the women scamper away. I am left naked, hand cuffed, and basically chained to the floor. I try to imagine some way to cover my tits, my pussy, anything, but there is no way. The curtains rises, revealing a mixed crowd of forty or fifty men and women. The blood drains from my face. I have nowhere to hide. They are seated all around the circular platform, which I realize is elevated a few feet. Everyone is wearing a suit or fancy dress. As I scan the crowd, I see many strangers but also friends and neighbors! Their eyes are fixed on my body. I am mortified. Worse, I see my husband! I lock my eyes on him, but he is not looking at me. He looks at the paper in his hand and at the crowd. He chats with the person seated behind him. I want to call to him, but I somehow know not to. The crowd buzzes. I see papers flipping about and hushed conversations. Most keep their eyes on my naked body. This lasts several torturous minutes. My eyes fall to the platform below me. It is too humiliating. The headmistress reappears. She walks up behind me and stands to my side. A sinking feeling comes over me. The headmistress is dressed in a long black dress and shiny black heeled shoes. She shows some skin, but her dress and posture stand in stark contrast to my nude vulnerability. The crowd quiets and their attention turns to the headmistress. I see her arm come around from her side carrying with it... a small leather whip. She pushes it in front of me for inspection. My eyes widen as it approaches my belly. I am struck by how shiny the black leather is, and how intimidating is its design. Out of the corner of my eyes, I see people jotting down notes. She pulls the whip back and switches hands. The headmistress speaks. "Kneel!" Her words are cold and piercing. Everyone can hear her commanding me to kneel. I imagine the looks on the faces of the people I know, and now I know I cannot face them. But I refuse to be degraded any further. I hesitate and then shake my head no. Crack! I feel the whip land on my ass. It surprises me, and I turn slightly in her direction. But the sting is light, and I return to my position. Again, notes are taken. I hear the crowd murmuring. She holds the whip up for me to see again, and then it disappears into her other hand. "Kneel!" Same voice. Same tone. Same defiance on my part. I do not hesitate. I shake my head no. CRACK! This time, the strike is much stronger. I shift uncomfortably, closing my eyes a second or two while waiting for the sting to pass. She has my attention now, but I won't kneel. NEVER! She shows me the whip again and then pulls it back. "Kneel!" Those in the first row can see the determination in my face now. I shake my head no. CRACK!! Despite my best effort, I yelp slightly as the whip lashes my ass. She has increased the force again. The pain explodes up my belly, through my pussy and down my legs. My heart begins to race. For the first time, I begin to wonder how much more I can withstand. The whip reappears briefly before me and recedes again. "Kneel!" Still telling myself to ignore the pain from the last strike, I shake my head no again. CRACK!!! This time the sound of my yelp fills the room. It feels like I've been struck by lightning. The sting races to my head and leaves me dizzy. I feel my knees shake and tears well in my eyes. The pain is overwhelming. The pain is debilitating. The crowd reacts strongly. Notes are feverishly taken. Short conversations take place. The whip reappears briefly before me again. "Kneel!" I have some idea of the delay between her command and the strike of the whip now. Fractions of seconds pass in slow motion. I have too much pride to kneel on command, not in front of all these people, but I cannot suffer another strike of the whip. Feeling the imminence of another even more brutal strike of the whip, the voice inside me cries out... no more... you... must... kneel! The whip is in motion... NO MORE!... KNEEL NOW!... BEFORE IT'S TOO LATE!! I can practically hear the whip beginning to slice through the air towards the fragile, suffering surface of my behind. I fall to my knees. Her command has superseded my will. I am broken. I cannot look up. I hear hushed conversations all around me. The space between the hooks in the platform forces my knees open as I drop to the floor. I try to pull them shut, to prevent my sex from being quite so exposed. It is useless. The front row will get a fine look at my naked pussy. The whip reappears before me. I am very frightened by it now, and it shows. The headmistress does not pull it away this time. Instead she reaches down and pulls my chin up so that I am looking at her. Her look is stern again. "You will do as you are told. Do you understand?" She gives the dangling whip a little jiggle to make sure I understand that there is only one correct answer. I nod meekly. Not enough. She squeezes my chin. "Do you understand?" I have no alternative but to answer. "Yes" I say, softly. Out of the corner of my eye, I see several write down notes. The headmistress is still not pleased. "Louder!" I feel a tear run down my cheek as I raise my voice loud enough for all to hear. "YES!" She smiles wickedly and lets go of my chin. My eyes fall back to the floor. The onlookers continue taking notes. The headmistress steps away and off the platform. I am left alone on the platform to contemplate the harsh lesson I have been dealt. Suddenly the platform begins to rotate! The crowd gets a 360 view of my kneeling, quivering, defeated, naked body. I can only imagine the whip marks on my burning ass. The platform makes its first rotation, and I cannot look up. The crowd will see what it will see, but it won't see my eyes. On the second rotation, I set my pride aside temporarily and look to the crowd. My tearful eyes fall on my husband, our friends, and our neighbors, searching for answers... why are they letting this happen? Is this what they came here to see? To see me stripped naked, humiliated and forced to follow the commands of a cruel headmistress? Are they enjoying this? They are. It is a devastating thing to realize, and I look back down. The rotation stops. I hear steps which can only belong to the headmistress. Her shiny black shoes stop in front of me. "Look at me." I raise my eyes to hers. She has the same look as when she inspected me on the table. She is carrying a long, thin stick. "Keep your eyes on me." I dare not disobey. She takes steps to one side of me and then the other. Even when she looks away from me, I keep my eyes locked on hers. With the stick, she begins to correct my posture. My back is straightened, tits and pussy pushed forward and knees properly aligned. She steps back in front of me. She taps my tits. Lightly at first, then with increasing force until I flinch with each strike. My eyes remain locked on hers. She smiles wickedly. She pushes forward one foot. "Lick!" I hesitate for a half-second, but she starts the stick in motion again and I know it is a mistake to contemplate resistance. Casting all dignity aside, I practically dive onto her shiny black shoe rather than suffer a strike from the stick. My ass stretches up into the air and my tits feel the pull of gravity. Worse, the platform begins to rotate again. The crowd gets a 360 view of my ass and pussy as I worship the foot of the headmistress. We complete one rotation. I hear an announcer's voice. "The bidding will begin at 15." My mind begins to race. I begin to understand where I am... "We have 15, do I hear 20?" This cannot be happening to me! I am up for auction! "We have 20 do I hear 25?" I begin to raise my head to protest... WHACK!!! I feel the stick strike my ass. I twist in pain and tumble back to my licking task in a helpless panic. "30...35...40...!" How could this be happening? How could my friends let this happen, much less participate?! "45... do I hear 50?" My mind races some more. Is it better to be purchased by a stranger? I imagine myself as the property of our friends, our neighbors... but I am not "property"... I mean, I am not supposed to be someone's "property"... "55...60..." Is my husband bidding? I cannot tell. There is no sound from the crowd. I assume they are holding up signs to bid. "65... do I hear 70?" Is this how it will be from now on? Will I serve at the feet of a mistress or master? Can anyone be as cruel and dominating as the headmistress? "70 going once..." I want to look up, but I know I cannot. "...going twice..." I decide it is better if I am bought by a stranger, as I can never face our friends and neighbors after they have seen me like this. "SOLD!" The stick taps me on the forehead. The mistress speaks. "Up and eyes locked on me!" I raise my head and look up at my mistress. My back is to the crowd. In my eyes, she can surely see fear and desperation to know what is going to happen to me. She does not offer an answer. The crowd's buzz picks up, but I cannot see what is happening. The women reappear to tie a collar around my neck. They remove the cuffs from my ankles but leave the handcuffs. The headmistress takes the leash. She turns and walks me to the side of the platform. I do my best to keep up with her, walking on my knees. She is to my right, and my eyes are fixed on hers, while to my left the crowd is still buzzing. There is a small ramp into a cage awaiting me. It is open. She orders me to lower my eyes to the floor and keep them there. She unties the leash and orders me into the cage. It is big enough to allow me to crawl around, but not big enough for me to stand. After I am in the cage, she locks it behind me. Hearing the locking sound, I am surprised to find myself feeling relieved... comfortable... even safe! A woman approaches the headmistress and then walks away briskly. The headmistress tells me to turn back around and face the cage door, which I do with my eyes glued to the floor. I hear footsteps behind me, and the cage begins to roll forward. The headmistress walks ahead of the cage. As we reach the edge of the platform, I cannot resist temptation. Out of the corner of my eye, and with the most subtle twist of my head, I look to the crowd. I see my husband shaking hands with our neighbors. They are smiling and chatting casually, as if the whole show had been perfectly normal. He is handing them a key and a leash. And then the cage, carrying me inside, leaves the room. --- We concluded our session. The patient was visibly aroused. Stripped and Flipped The bar was open as I neared it. Thank heaven; I didn't think I could push my car much further. It all began after the breakdown about 5 miles previous. I ran out of gas and had to push the car into town. Thankfully, the tires were still good. I walked into the bar sweaty and smelling of perspiration. Somehow the mixture of both smell and looks caused what came next. I was almost trampled as the women in the bar tried to reach me. For some reason I did not understand at the time there were no men in evidence. My body glistened with sweat as I am sure I needed a good long bath. To my surprise, though they didn't have a bathtub, they did have a shower. It turned out to be a strip club I had just entered and tonight was amateur tryout day. It also turned out that they needed an audience. As I was too tired to move, and given the circumstances, I most wholeheartedly agreed to help them out. As the first dancer come on stage I watched intently as she proceeded to dance to the rhythm of a jungle beat and strip slowly. At approximately 5 and a ½ feet tall with chestnut brown hair and with extremely toned legs she had my attention right from the start. "Cassandra" was the name she went under and she was as lithe as a ballerina but moved with the grace of a panther. She glided across the floor straight to me and then gave me the hard-on from Hell. Cassandra may have moved like a panther but she danced like a succubus arousing her target. Lucky me, I was that target. As she moved she worked very hard to make sure that I knew how much she wanted me. Or, at the very least, she appeared to. When Cassandra started her act she moved on the pole like she was making love to it, riding it like a rampant member and trying to get it harder than it was. Now she was seated in my lap giving me the ride of my life through my cutoff shorts. I did my best not to make it obvious what she was doing as she reached under my pants leg to my naked cock and began to tease it. Cassandra may have been an amateur dancer but she was a professional level cocktease—and she wasn't the only one working there. The next dancer to come on stage went by the stage name of "Velvet" and it was easy to see why. Simply put her skin and moves were as smooth as velvet—both of which matched her sultry voice. Velvet's cocoa colored thighs were where I wanted to bury my face moments after seeing them. She was, like the others, an amateur but she moved like she was in the midst of a very intense lovemaking session and an even more intense orgasm had come upon her. In her native land of Brazil she was a maid. However, here she was treated better and made more money for doing exactly the same thing. Velvet, she would soon find out, could make more money dancing part-time then being a maid full-time. She slid gracefully across the floor like a snake about to attack its prey—me! I was mesmerized by the beauty of her gorgeous eyes. It was as if she was some dragon and I was the little bird lost within her gaze. Her skin was against mine before I even knew she was there. My loose shorts again were invaded by the sliding hand of a beautiful woman but this one did not want to just tease me. Velvet breathed the words, "2 am behind the bar. You and me," into my ear as she brought me nearly to orgasm. My ears pricked upon hearing what she said and I could not wait. "Anything you want me to have with me love," I asked quietly. "Just your hard cock and a large box of condoms," she replied just as quietly, "At least a couple dozen." "I don't carry that many on me dear, but I will go out and get them and be back before you get off," I said. "I certainly hope so. I want to get off and many times dear," she said as she groped my balls before releasing my cock. As my car screeched tires pulling out of the lot I thought about how horny Velvet must be. Little did I suspect what was to come. The clerk, when I finally found a store, looked at me funny as I asked if they had a larger sized condom in a pack of more than 12. I could swear she blushed as I asked that very question. "Must be a hell of a party," said the redheaded clerk with hair tightly braided going down her back. "Nah, just fulfilling a lady's request before we get together later," I said. "Well, not to state the obvious but, either she is excessively horny or you are in for a shock," she said. "What do you mean," I asked perplexed. "To be blunt, you got several dozen extra large condoms. I don't know any one woman who would need that many for an evenings pleasure unless she was very, very horny or she had a group of friends planning on coming with her," she spoke as bluntly as she'd promised. "One could only hope," I joked. "So, where is she meeting you?" she inquired. "Ummmmmm, behind 'Galloway's Pleasure Palace,' after the place closes at 2 am, in the alley," I stammered. "I see," she said knowingly. "What, exactly, do you see," I asked sheepishly. "Well, obviously, you don't know so I'll have to tell you. Galloway's is a honey trap," she intoned. "Honey trap?" "Yeah, they all act like newbies to stripping but actually they are not. Oh, and the owner of the club is not who you think it is but, rather, one of the dancers. A very wealthy one—with extremely kinky sexual desires. She, and all her girls, lure men there to turn them into their own personal whores," she said barely slowing down to breathe. My hazel green eyes went wide. "Whores," I asked incredulously. "Yeah," she answered. It was then that I surprised her. "Good thing I am a submissive then, huh," I said. She went blank. "Well then I'll make you a deal. You can have the condoms free of charge—as long as I get to try you out first," she said. With new eyes I looked her over. She was now no longer a clerk but a woman interested in being a sex partner and I started to judge her as one. Carefully I looked her up and down. Her eyes sparkled mischievously, her already large chest seemed to swell as I looked her over, her legs looked toned and inviting but, best of all, she was asking me for sex. "Are you kidding me," I asked inquisitively. "No, I want a submissive man to service me for once instead of getting themselves off then getting off me," she intoned. Unfortunately, I did not have much time before 2 am was to roll around. A problem that quickly solved itself. "My name is Laurel," she said, "and from now on I think you shall be my slave. Understood?" "Yes Mistress Laurel," I said submissively and instinctively. She let me into the area where she made her sales and pushed me under the counter. Somehow, without much surprise, I suspected I knew what she wanted. It became clear when she put her pussy, sans panties, right against my face. Slowly and deliberately my tongue licked her inner and outer labial lips arousing her even more than she already was. Gradually, I pushed my curled tongue into her and, as she began to accommodate it, react to it, I began to thrust it in and out of her. She facefucked me like most men like to facefuck a cock down a woman's throat. Mistress Laurel kept an eye on the time and, when 1:30 am finally came around, got up to leave—but not before she put a few things together. She kept me under the counter until she was ready then attached the metal choke collar she'd picked up to my throat which she then attached to a long leash. I was very much in her control now, just one tug would crush my throat and the sharp points would probably rip my vocal cords out. There was no way I'd disobey her now. We arrived back at the strip club and got more than a few stares, not the least of which belonged to Velvet, now onstage for her last performance of the evening. "Which one is she," Mistress Laurel intoned. "The one onstage," I said with downcast eyes. Mistress Laurel then signaled Velvet over. "I know you have plans with my new slave so I will be joining you both at 2 am. Don't worry, I brought plenty of condoms," said Mistress Laurel knowingly and jokingly. Amazingly Velvet showed up at 2 am. As Mistress explained Velvet inadvertently delivered me into her hands Velvet grinned sheepishly. All too soon she was finished with her explanation and their intense gazes descended upon me. I was a small bird trapped in the hypnotizing gazes of two large, ferocious serpents and my power to resist just drained away. As my will to resist them drained away my eyes showed my absolute submission to Velvet and Mistress Laurel. Together or separately their slightest commands were obeyed instanteously. Mistress Laurel ordered me to remove my shorts and get on my knees as soon as we entered the alley behind the strip club. Velvet then slammed me into the wall turning me towards her as she did so and began thrusting her tongue down my throat as she knowingly jacked my rampant member. I, of course, rose to the occasion—all 9.5" of my thick cock. Now I suppose I should describe myself a bit. I am 6' tall, 234 pounds, have brown shoulder length hair, hazel green eyes, am well muscled, have a 9.5" long, coke can thick cock and am very kinky and exceedingly submissive. Mistress Laurel removed Velvet's hand from my cock and ordered me to stroke myself to orgasm as they watched. They leaned back against the walls and gently played with themselves as I stroked myself to orgasm so many times that I was practically raw. As my cock moved up and down alternating between slow and fast speeds, and with a gentle twisting motion, I watched the ladies pleasure their pussies with their fingers. Velvet had had enough of pleasuring herself and had just suggested we leave when we were suddenly interrupted by a rather well-endowed female constable. It seemed that our activities had not gone unnoticed by the local constabulary. The cuffs were rather quickly locked onto all of us in the standard behind the back position. The policewoman forced us all into the back of the cruiser and as she did I heard her say, "Your ass and cock now belong to me slut." Officer Penelope Cruz, a gorgeous Cuban refugee who became a citizen, has a slim face, is about 4' 9" tall, has toned inviting legs, well-muscled arms and an expansive bosom that measured a very full, and firm, 60DD. Needless to say I was in lust immediately and my rampant member, rapidly rising yet again, was very much proof of that. Officer Cruz's hand spanked my ass as soon as we reached our destination—which definitely was not the police station. Penelope led us all into her residence which turned out to be a converted barn cum house. The interior space was quite open and appeared to have been sedately, and completely, soundproofed as well. We soon found out why as various homemade implements of bondage and discipline rose from the floor. Penelope, it seemed, was a master carpenter, and quite an imaginative one, as her work showed rather well. Officer Cruz led Velvet, Mistress Laurel and I to a padded horse over which, after stripping me down, she leaned me across and locked my wrists, waist and ankles to it. My hard cock was pointed straight at the floor and passed through a hole in the horse that allowed easy access to my turgid member. Next she led Velvet and Mistress Laurel over to a rack and chained them, both naked, to each other in a 69 position. Each woman started to do what came naturally in that position and began to eat the other out—prodded on by Penelope's riding crop landing in some extremely sensitive places. Mistress and Velvet screamed in agony at first as Officer Cruz lashed them mercilessly with one hand and took long, forceful strokes of my prodigious member with the other. Gradually their screams turned to moans and my needs came to the forefront although I was not allowed to release. Penelope played a symphony of pleasure and pain upon our bodies like one who is a composer, conductor and orchestra all in one. When Officer Cruz pulled out the video camera none of us were sure how to respond—at least not logically—but our bodies knew instinctively what to do. She forced her nipples into my mouth and made me suck them to hardness. After getting them hard and wet Penelope then walked behind me, licked my ass slowly for a few moments, then inserted her large, thick nipples up my ass and began to fuck my ass with them one after the other. I have to admit it was definitely not what I expected although that came shortly after as she strapped on a long, thick, hard black strap-on and took my ass forcefully. This she did only after spending an inordinate amount of time fucking me with her nipples, sucking and teasing my cock and whipping Mistress Laurel and Velvet. Held down by the cuffs there was little I could do as my virgin ass was roughly and rudely violated by Officer Cruz. Officer Cruz did not stop with my ass though. Next she took first Mistress, then Velvet, locked their collars to me in a 69 position, after placing me first on the floor face up and bound arms and legs spread wide, and took their pussies and asses with her 15" strap-on cock. Between the pleasures they received from me eating them out and the pain they got from the officer both women were soon screaming and creaming. Was that enough to please Penelope? Not a chance! Penelope told us, just before releasing our completely used and exhausted bodies, that she would be seeing us again soon. Only next time she would not be alone and the video we made would probably be a bestseller by then. On the way out Mistress Laurel told me, "Sleep well tonight for tomorrow all our new lives will begin---especially yours slut!"