She says, she is my mistress and I call her that. I am her submissive, her slave and I answer to that. These are the titles we give ourselves, now how accurate are they? Read my story and see...
She calls and tells me to dress for an evening out. I chose a pair of jeans and a black fitted tee shirt. She knocks at my door at 9pm and I let her in to be greeted with a long, wet kiss. After, she tells me to stand still as she puts a slave collar around my neck. It's closesure a rose shaped medialian with a dagger run through it as her personal crest and a steel circular ring attachment in the middle is it's only other adorement. She asks if I am ready, it was strange, she had never asked me that before.
We drove into the city to an all nude strip club. We are escorted to a table near the stage where the women who are dancing are close enough to be touched, if it was allowed. We sit down and order drinks as we watch each woman moving gracefully across the stage. I noticed that each of the women was maintaining eye contact with their viewers as they dance across the stage. I realize that is how they are able to have control over their audience.
As I started looking around I noticed that there were just as many women as men in the club. I also noticed that many of the people around us were acting like they were in some kind of trance. I watched as many of the men and some of the women sitting there where licking their lips or moving around in their seats trying to ease sexual with the crossing and uncrossing of their legs. Some of the women had gone so far as to stroke their breasts as they watch the show. My mistress notices my looking,tells me to stop looking around and look at the women on the stage. I do as I am told, but I keep what I have learned in the back of my mind. As the last dancer finishes her performance, the MC announces that it was amateur night and that anyone who wanted to try out could.
It was then that my mistress informed me that I would be performing. Looking at her as if she was speaking some strange language I asked her did what she said. She repeated it never once looking my way just looking at the stage watching the first of the amateur performance. Sitting there with my best poker face on I started watching the performance on stage, smiling softly so that my mistress could not see.
There are five women, beside myself, who are going to perform. Each of the women did well and then it was my turned after looking over the selection of music that the M.C. provided I chose "Gimme More" by Brittney Spears to dance to. Some of the women had stripped to their undies and some had gone to the skin. Deciding I would just go with the moment I walked on to stage.
As the music started to play the crowd started to clap and whistles, I started my dance. Moving in time with the music, slowly rolling my hips as I danced around the stage letting everyone get an eye full of me, I made sure to main I contact with my Mistress. With my arms up and hands behind my head I lowered my eye lids and looked through my lashes at the crowd. I could see that many of the women and some of the men were up on their feet clapping and shouting for me to take something off. My main focus was my mistress, who was now sitting with a look of surprise on her face. Smiling, looking in to her (eyes) and licked my lips slowly, as I started my tease. Slowly rolling my pelvis, with my loaded package projected forward at the crowd, I kept my eyes locked on my mistress. I slowly pulled my tee shirt off. The crowd roared and my mistress was smiling broadly as she wriggled in her seat. She was pleased I had been following her instructions to workout. In doing so, I had developed six pack abs, with a sculptured chest and arms.
I stood center stage, moving my body to please my mistress as the crowd hollered for more. She sat there in the front with her dress pushed up enough to see that she had no panties on, not even a thong. I could see that she was very aroused because her large nipples were trying to push their way through the silky material of her dress. I had her attention and time to release her. I started to dance just for her and only for her. Shirtless, under the hot lights I am moving my body as if we were in our bedroom making love. I could see, but not hear the moan past from her lips as she sat there rubbing her legs together, trying to calm her pussy. I could also see that she realized that I was now in control and it frightened, yet excited her. I came out of my trance as the song ended to women's panties and thongs being thrown at me. My mistress stood up slowly as if it took great effort and motioned for me to come to her. I jump off the stage and landed in front of her. She stood up looped her finger through the ring on the collar and pulled me down towards her. She slowly kissed my lips. The kiss went from soft to passionate in a breath. My jeans were now unbearable and I wanted out of them. Letting me go, I realized she had attached a dog leash to my slave collar. Turning, she led me out of the club to the cheers of the crowd. I could tell by her walk that my special attention was needed, which I was more than happy to give. Licking my lips, I wondered, as we exited the club if we would make it home.
Well.....
We didn't, I ate her pussy and fucked her right in the parking lot. Then I drove her back to her home and I fucked her in her front yard. It had started to rain but it did nothing to cool off our passion. With my cock still in her, I picked her up and carried into her back yard where I continued my sexual assault on her control and my submissiveness. My orgasm was coming the demanding massaging moves of her pussy around my cock had me fighting to hold on to my control as drove my Mistress to hers with. We both came hard a mist screams and cry of our release. As I projected hot cum into her hot pussy, I collapsed on top of her, covering her body with mine. We laid there in the grass as the rain fell softly on us. I am not sure how long we laid there when I pulled myself out of her body and pulled her into my arms. I kissed her lips, eyes, and forehead as my hands stroked her body, enjoying it curves and softness. We spoke but those words will stay between us. I carried her into her house and got us both in the shower where we washed the dirt and grass off our bodies. We again made love, but this time it was slow and with purpose. We held on to each other tight as I held her up against the shower wall with my arm as I drove my cock into her body. She came calling my name over and over again; I dried us both off and carried her to bed. After tucking her in, I turned to leave, only to have her grab my hand and whispered the word, stay. I slept with her in my arms for the rest of the night, and as I drifted off to sleep I heard her whisper... release.
THE END
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