dacoach44
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Annie; thats so sweet!
Reminds me of the time I took my T girl to a strip club. Lots of horny guys; about 4 cute strippers, in their twenties. We got a lap dance too, and that sweet baby pulled her panties aside and rubbed her wet pussy against my arm!! My T girl was laffing her ass off, and as we walked out, all the boys knew who was getting his cock sucked that nite.
https://imgur.com/Ce6Hiwk
Okay, I've been busy lately and some of that is because I've developed a relationship with another woman here on Lit. She's my mistress, a dominant less than half my age. She commanded me to do what I'm about to tell you about, stretching my boundaries and encouraging me to embrace things about myself I'd denied my whole life. My life has been changed but I hope you all enjoy my experience.
My mistress, I've just returned home and had to tell you immediately how it went. I'm still wet and beaming.
I couldn't wait until late in the evening and went at 5:30pm. That worked out better since the crowd was less but there were many dancers ready for the more busy evening.
The club is called (NAME EXCLUDED FOR PRIVACY) with a typical boring exterior with a few lights but once you step in, its mostly dark walls (velvet wall hangings?) and show lights all sorts of places.
I was wearing a short leather skirt, white satin panties, garter belt and thigh highs (panties over the garters of course), white satin bra and a semi-sheer blouse. In the weird black-light of the club, my bra glowed a bit REALLY showing off my breasts and cleavage. Depending on how I would sit, I could let my panties glow too. I felt so dirty and slutty just dressing that way that I was already aroused when I parked outside. Well, maybe that was from the feeling of buckling on my leather slave collar you gave me before I walked in. Oh, and I was wearing a pair of my favorite 4" high heels.
The woman at the front window gave me a big smile as I paid my entrance fee. I just had a small clutch with a car key, my ID, and lots of cash in different denominations.
Inside the club, there were three runway "stages" with chairs lining them, small two-top tables near them, and deeper booths for groups lining the walls. There was an extensive bar and a short 4-step stair up to a back area for VIP dances. The DJ was playing Thunderstruck by AC/DC and there was a pretty black girl dancing.
My ex-girlfriend, Carol, is black (African-American) so I was a bit captivated watching the dancer but like so many dancers, she was very small chested (unlike Carol, sigh) so I started looking for a table. I took a little table near but not next to the stage so I could watch the two stages that were being danced on.
A waitress came to the table fairly quickly and said her name was Cindy. I began to order Cokes and tip her well. (I don't usually drink alcohol) I could see I was getting noticed by some of the men patrons and the dancers. (That's when I confirmed how easy it was to see my white bra and breasts - I felt like a total whore... exactly as instructed)
It took me awhile to see a woman dance who really got me even more aroused. She had generous breasts but still with good form, wore a satin bustier for the first part of her dance, and was quite talented as a dancer. Some dancers sort of just sway or do a couple moves over and over. This woman was connecting with the crowd and working it, getting several men to put money in her garter for her to dance in front of them a little bit.
It was nerve-wracking but I got up the courage and went up to the edge of the stage. My heart was racing as she smiled at me and came over.
"Hi there, beautiful," she said as she crouched down. I put $10 in the waist of her panties.
"You have such beautiful breasts," I said quietly, surprised by how dry my mouth was. She grinned and carefully rubbed her breasts up and down against my face. I couldn't help but stick my tongue and run it against her breast for a moment before she stood back up. I could taste her pungent "stripper perfume/body oil" and I think I still have some glitter on my tongue.
I took my seat again and after she was done, she put her bustier back on and came over to my table.
(I'm trying to remember what was said as best I can, consider this paraphrased)
"Would you like me to sit with you?"
"Yes, please. Do you want a drink?"
"Sure, just a Coke. Long night. What's your name?"
"Annie. What's yours?"
"Sara Jane. This your first time?"
"Second. My husband brought me here about a month or so ago."
"No husband this time?"
"No, I... I came here because my mistress told me to."
Cindy came with the drinks and then left.
"Your mistress? That's pretty kinky. Is the collar from her?"
"Yes, she's much younger than me and she collared me."
"What else did she tell you to do?"
"She gave me money to come and reward myself."
"I like her!" she laughed. "You think she wants you to have a lap dance?"
"Yes, please."
So Sara Jane started dancing in front of me and grinding on me, spreading my legs, straddling me. When she was on my lap with her breasts in my face, she whispered, "Pretty women like you turn me on."
I paid her for the lap dance and asked for a VIP dance. She agreed. I took a long drink of my Coke and touched her arm.
"There are a couple things I must tell you before we go in."
She leaned in all conspiratorial and looked so amazingly sexy. I was tempted to say nothing so I didn't jeopardize the situation but I had to do what you'd told me to do.
"My mistress commanded me to confess to you that I'm her fuck toy and that she owns me. She wants me to touch myself as you dance in the VIP room. I don't want to get you into trouble though."
Sarah Jane looked at me with surprise and took a minute to think it over.
"When I dance, I can touch you but you can't touch me. As long as you leave your clothes on and don't touch me, I'm fine with it."
She led me by the hand to the VIP section, down a little hall past a burly bouncer and to a stall with a bench seat. I sat on the seat and she stood at the edge of the stall. It looked like the bouncer could see her if she stepped a little out of the booth but couldn't if she stepped in with me.
"How many songs do you want?"
"How many can I have?"
"He'll come check on us after eight."
"Eight then."
And she started dancing. Again very talented. I did not wait but started squeezing my breasts through my blouse and bra and rubbing my pussy through my panties since my short skirt hiked up when I sat down.
My god, my mistress, I was masturbating in front of another woman, a stripper, a stranger. She could see what a total fuck toy I was. It was so erotic. I was so exposed even leaving my panties on.
She danced with her ass grinding my lap, her breasts moving against mine. She placed her nipples to my lips and I happily licked and sucked them for as long as she permitted. She got down to heels and panties and flashed her pussy at me several times.
"You gonna cum for me, baby?" she whispered in my ear during the fourth song as she straddled me and rubbed her breasts and body against me.
That was all it took. I came so hard with her on me. I imagined it was you on top of me, telling me to cum. My head tilted back and my body shook against hers.
"Fuck girl," she moaned as she kept grinding me, her pussy against my hand against my pussy.
My orgasm finally finished during the fifth song but she kept dancing until the end of it.
I paid the bouncer for the dances and gave Sara Jean a sizeable tip as well.
"I hope your Mistress rewards you again soon, honey. Maybe she'll tell you to come dance on amateur night!"
We exchanged cheek kisses and I settled back at my table to have a couple more Cokes before I headed home.
My panties are cool and wet with my pussy cum and I can smell her all over my skin and clothes. (Strippers use very strong perfumes and body sprays I guess).
It was an amazing experience I wouldn't have dared do without you telling me to do it. So I am so grateful, my Mistress. I felt proud/ashamed as people looked at my collar while I was in the club, proud to be yours and ashamed to be flaunting what a true fuck toy lezzie slut I am.
I hope I did the trip justice in my description.
Reminds me of the time I took my T girl to a strip club. Lots of horny guys; about 4 cute strippers, in their twenties. We got a lap dance too, and that sweet baby pulled her panties aside and rubbed her wet pussy against my arm!! My T girl was laffing her ass off, and as we walked out, all the boys knew who was getting his cock sucked that nite.
https://imgur.com/Ce6Hiwk
