A Strippers Tale Capter 6

The whole way back to my place, I rewound the scene that just happened. Ok, so Katia is dominant, I'm thinking. Am I ok with that? She is so saucy. This was so unexpected. If I'm going to use her logic, if I eliminate all the social norms, I have to admit that was amazing.

Katya walked in, grabbed me, and dragged me to my bed, and started ripping her clothes off. I didn't hesitate to get naked with her.

She was wild. She got on me in a 69 and sucked me hard as she fucked my face. And when I say sucked me hard I mean I was black and blue after. After she came on my mouth, she climbed up and slid down my cock with ease. She rode me so slowly and deeply, moaning and whimpering with every stroke. At this point, I had plenty of staying power. She slowly picked up speed and after about 15 minutes she was slamming her pussy into me, grunting. She was heavenly to look at. The way her pelvis moved. The way her pussy gripped my cock. Her noises. Those tits. Oh my God. Her second orgasm was a little one, but she seemed to be in a state of total relaxation, rolled over, and said, "You are the best. I am so happy being with you."

I made a mental note of her saying "being" with me rather than owning me or using me or something like that. I lay next to her and rubbed her back until she fell asleep.

I had to go online to make sure I wasn't being weird or anything. To my surprise, girlfriends making their boyfriends masturbate for their friends is a thing, and a lot of guys love doing it.

Who knew. I was so relieved, but what bothered me was that I was being submissive to a woman. Am I weak? Do I care? I mean to be her plaything and to be able to play with her, who cares? Nietzsche would be proud of me. I went back to bed.

I lay in bed in complete wonderment at what had transpired in my life as of late. I concluded it for sure, wasn't bad, and fell into a deep sleep.

I woke up and saw it was 1 in the afternoon, and Katya had curled up next to me under my arm. This was a more normal thing, I thought. Then I thought, what's normal?

She stirred. "Good morning."

"Good Morning," I said.

"Can we go out to breakfast?" she asked.

"Of Course, anything you want."

She looked up at me with a devious grin, "Anything?"

I looked at her for a long while and said, "Anything."

She squeezed me.

I climbed on her and entered her. She was wet and took me in easily. Our eyes met, and we clasped hands over her head as I made gentle, passionate love to her for the first time.

When we got up, we both showered together and washed each other, which was a delight. Her body was so tight.

We got dressed and went out to a local diner.

"Would you like me to wear more revealing clothing in public for you?" She asked.

I looked at her and immediately wondered out loud, "Do you want me to show you off?"

She smiled, "I like this."

"What?"

"You are so indulgent."

"Isn't that what you want?" I asked.

"Sometimes." Looking up at me. "I like to keep it spicy, always. I like role play," she added, studying me.

"I couldn't have guessed," facetiously, "You really are a perv, aren't you?" I said, knowing exactly where this was going.

She smirked, "So, I didn't think you were into being dominated."

"You never asked," I said.

I continued, "Katya, I am all about doing anything with you. I love playing games with you. I love doing things with risk and danger, but I've been trying to be respectful. You are very intelligent, and I never wanted to insult you with something that could be considered misogynistic. Besides, on our first date, you didn't want me to undress you in public."

"Yeah, I was trying just to be more demure.

I laughed, "You? Demure?"

"Now you are insulting me." Crossing her arms.

"Sorry, but that word should never be in a sentence with your name."

"Do you like other men looking at me?" She asked.

"I think it's incredibly hot that you are a stripper. Honestly, I don't need my ego stroked by showing you off. If it makes you feel sexy or desirable, then yes, I'm all over that. Especially if there are games involved," I said with a sly grin.

Silence.

"Ok, what's going on, Katya? This is so unlike you." I asked.

"I've never felt like this, Chaz. I really like you."

"Well, that's good, I really, really like you too."

"Did you know, no one has ever fucked me in the ass."

Momentarily stunned by this revelation, which seemed to come from nowhere, " Were you saving yourself for me?"

"I'm serious. Just a finger. More often my own," She giggled.

"Well, I think we're going to have to do something about that. What else does my little vixen like?"

"Hmmm. I do like being looked at."

"I can work with that."

"You can treat me like a slut." Katia said coyly.

"You can treat me like a slut." Alex said.

We both laughed.

"There's just one thing, Katia, I don't want to share you with another guy. I just think that's a line if crossed, is not one we can come back from."

"We can table that, but I have no problem sharing you with another woman or a man."

"Oh God no! Never another man!" I realized I said that a little too loudly. "That is repulsive even to think about."

Katia laughed deeply, "Ok, ok. So you don't ever want to watch me get gang banged either?"

I had to think about that one.

"Do you want to be gang banged?" I asked with a raised eyebrow, not sure how I felt about this. The idea was certainly titillating.

"Maybe. It's an exciting vulnerability." She offered.

"OK, we can agree to table that for now and consider it if the opportunity arises. Agreed?"

"Agreed, but I'm going to make you jerk off watching me get fucked."

"Oh God, Katya, you are such a perv! I could never be turned on by being a cuckold."

"But what if it was what I wanted slut??" She said.

Both at the same time, "Let's table it."

Both Laughing.

"I'm horny," Katia said.

"Are you ever not?" I said, "Hold on," And I proceeded to crawl under the table in our booth.

"What are you doing?" Katya said now alarmed.

I crawled to her and pulled her pants down and off with her undies in one sweep.

She gasped. "Holy shit!" Then she took my head in her hands and said, "Eat me slut boy."

It was awkward but I stuck my face in her snatch, pulling her ass toward me and off the seat as I licked her and thumbed her clit. She very willingly spread her legs wide, giving me full access.

I could clearly hear her moaning. She was undoubtedly being heard in the diner. When I crawled out, my face was covered in her. She smiled, her hair was all mussed, looking smitten. When I looked around, even the chef was out of the kitchen looking our way. "Let's go!"

I threw a $20 bill on the table and we ran out. Her with no pants on. I was laughing hysterically.

Katya jumped in the car and looked at me very seriously as I got in.

"OK, what's up with you today. I know there's something on your mind. I've never seen you this serious before," I said.

"Can we go to my place? I need to talk to you," She said.

As we drove in silence, she put her pants back on. The mood totally changed, and I had no idea what was up.

We walked to her door and entered her apartment. I sat on the sofa, and not a word was spoken. I saw Katya retreat to the kitchen and knew a cup of water for tea was being heated in the microwave.

"I guess you could say we are our past, and those experiences have made me far wiser. I was always book smart but never street smart, and my past has taught me a lot and also taught me the value of knowledge, hence my desire to better understand philosophy and psychology."

The microwave dinged and she was back in sitting next to me with her tea, "OK," I said, "Katya, you know anything you say won't change how I feel about you. The past is gone. I prefer to look to the future."

"Thank you, Chaz, but I need to tell you this. If it helps, Nietzsche says true love is from friendship, and I feel a closeness to you I have never felt in my life, with anyone."

I was speechless.

Katya continued, "I need to tell you how I became a stripper, and it's not a short story. You will probably think it's pretty extreme, and at times it was, but the entire experience has made me a very different person. Not good or bad, just different."

"Let me start by saying I'm ok with all of this. I was pretty young when this all started, and as I told you, incredibly naive. In high school, I knew I had a pretty face, and I would spend a lot of time admiring and playing with my body, so I knew I was desirable. And I was determined to use what I had to expand my universe and, in my naivety, plot my future fame and fortune.

That story I told you about the frat house? That was partially true. The real story is that night was the night I left high school and never actually graduated until I got my GED a few years later. I was 18 and thought I was going to take on the world. The next year was the longest year of my life.

That night I told you about was all fun and games. But I stayed there that night and because they were all older boys, when they told me I was lucky because they decided to make me their house slut I was proud. I called home and told my parents not to look for me. I told them I was OK, but I was an adult, so to leave me alone, and I hung up.

When I wasn't being used by someone, I was always available. The sexual freedom was empowering. The only rule Brad, who was the frat President, made was that everyone needed to use a rubber. Thank God. If I was sucking someone off, they still needed a rubber."

I had no clothes. The whole time. That's when I got completely comfortable being nude in front of others. I never gave it a thought. This went on for the remainder of that school year. Anyone who came and went could use me. I would answer the door naked, accept deliveries naked, Pizza, beer, everything. You get the picture."

I nodded, riveted to Katya's tale.

"Then that May, these guys showed up. We all smoked together, and they were pretty friendly and seemed fun, but they were wearing colors. They made me laugh a lot, so I had no reason not to trust them. Some money was exchanged, and I was convinced to go with them in their van. The frat guys consoled me, saying, 'Don't worry,' they were just lending me for the weekend. I was going to have a blast, and I would be rewarded with being allowed to suck everyone's cock when I got back. Stupid me was so naive, I was excited.

"Jesus, Katya," I said.

"I was not stupid enough to not be nervous because these guys were pretty big and very rough-looking, and I was naked in the back of a van on an old mattress with nothing. They told me they were a club from Indiana, and that's where I was going. That I was going to learn to be a good slut slave. They gave me water, told me to stay hydrated, so to drink up, and told me to get comfortable on the mattress in the back. They even stopped and got food along the way, and were pretty nice to me. The only thing was that it took no time to figure out my water was drugged.

I have no idea what it was, but it was unique to say the least."

"What do you mean?" I asked, now totally absorbed.

"Well, it's hard to describe and even harder to comprehend. It was more than just making me horny. I've had X and it wasn't that. It was like hypnosis. The whole time we drove, from Connecticut to Indiana, the guy in the passenger seat talked to me. Everything he said made perfect sense to me.

I was fully aware of my physical self, and his words made me experience a euphoria that overtook me. He used whatever this was to build me up with an emotional and psychological need or desire... no, a sexual craving for any man or woman who came near me. I know it sounds crazy, but I was excited by physical proximity. I can't think of a time I was ever more sexually on fire in my entire life, either before or after, to this day. It was so pleasurable, I still long to have it back."

Katya looked at me, trying to see if I could comprehend what she was saying. All I could do was nod my head. I wasn't sure how I should react.

"A couple of times Joel (that was his name) came back to me and I would hump the air for him and beg to be used which I was denied. My hands were tied behind my back, so I couldn't touch myself, and even the denial was pleasurable. I was a fucking mess.

Joel teased me a few times by getting on his knees near me and taking his cock out and putting it within an inch of my face. I fought frantically to get it in my mouth, but was denied.

After a while, he flipped me on my back, and I shamelessly spread my legs begging for him. He kneeled in between them and just looked at me with his big, hard-on in his pants. My uncontrolled desire seemed to increase my sexual euphoria and I could feel myself loosing control looking at Joel's cock in his pants. When he thought I was going to cum humping air, he went back to his seat. Weird, right?" I was whimpering and crying and would have cut off an arm to get release."

I had a hard-on. Katya looked at me and my lap and said, "I'm wet just retelling this story. It's making me randy. I've never told anyone."

Katya slid her pants off and pulled her top over her head, and ripped my sweatpants off. She climbed on me and moaned herself to an orgasm without a word. I took her by her hips and slammed her up on down on my cock until I came grunting cum deep into her.

She rolled off of me, went to the bathroom to clean up, and walked back into the room with a tissue box for me. "Can you take more?"

"I can," I said. "I can... Of course... I'm ok with this if you are. Are you sure you're ok?"

"Yes. I need this. As depraved as it was, it all made perfect sense then, and to some degree, still does now. By today's standards of society, it would be wrong, but it wasn't for me. It was all completely normal. I was just in overdrive. I knew what was happening, but I wanted it. And what's important for you to know is that at times I still do today."

"Wait, what do you mean?" I asked.

"I still have some of those same episodes of uncontrolled desire even now. It's so powerful that even though it's different, it's a powerful experience."

"Really? What happens?"

"I need to dominate men or to be dominated by men for mental and physical stimulation. You have no idea how much I reacted to you being brought off in front of me with the girls."

"But don't we all have these desires? I mean, most people anyway?" I asked.

Yeah, but this is a need. Not desire. I doesn't happen much any more but it still fucks me up sometimes."

"Is that what happened with your last boyfriend?"

"Among his other weaknesses and insecurities, yes. This is why I'm telling you. This is full disclosure because I know you can take it."

"Holy shit... OK," was all I could say.

"Anyway, this happened the whole way there. Teasing and talking. No orgasms. The mattress was soaked with sweat, and my leaking. When we got there, I was brought into a room and left there. Another girl walked in. She said her name was Sara. She stroked my hair, told me I was beautiful, and kissed me. It was electric. I was showered and brought back to the room. She got me up and was dancing and rubbing against me, and said she wanted to teach me to dance for the 'boys'.

She showed me some movements and had me mimic her moves, encouraged me, and I was dancing like there was a pole in the room. We were laughing and having a good time dancing around. We fell on the bed together, kissing with our bodies intertwined. Then she started playing with me. She toyed with me until she had to hush my screaming and begging.

She made cum which I didn't expect. It was a little anticlimactic. She had me get up and dance for her as she watched. She talked to me, encouraged me, and told me how beautiful I was and what a great dancer I was.

She then pulled me back on the bed, climbed between my legs, and drove me crazy with her tongue while denying me for what seemed like an eternity. This happened countless times that day. Over and over again. My hair was matted with sweat from the ordeal. If I danced well enough, she would let me masturbate for her as a reward. All the while, I was drinking more water, thinking it was just to quench my thirst from all the activity. It was torture. My whole body was hyper excited, and I was craving even a touch on my skin. Hard to explain. And then abruptly, my arms were tied behind me, and she left.

At some point, I was then taken into the living room and left standing in front of a small crowd of men sitting on couches and armchairs in front of me. My arms were still bound. I could feel their hungry eyes exciting my body. I couldn't stop my body from thrusting and gyrating. It was involuntary and humiliating. But even that excited me. I wanted to be humiliated. I wanted so badly for one of them to touch me. Fuck me, anything. But they all just sat there, and I couldn't hide my need in front of them.

I was instructed to dance and because Sara had let me cum as a reward earlier, I thought this would happen now. But it didn't.

Then Ronny, who I guess was their President, spoke as he got up. 'Take it easy, girl. You're going to need to pace yourself' he said. I tried to will away the building orgasm in me as he walked around me and let his cock lightly touch my naked rear through his pants. My bound hands reached for his member in his pants, but I was denied.

Then pressing lightly against me he reached around and lightly stroked my thigh and then moved to my pussy. Just his touch almost made me cum. I was literally on the edge when he pulled away and told everyone to leave. They all had hunger in their eyes as they left the room.

Right then? They could have slit my throat and I would have orgasmed.

Ronny motioned to another girl. She came over and dropped to her knees in front of him and unzipped his pants and took his entire length down her throat, while looking me in the eyes.

He started again. This time roughly with one finger, then two and the 3 fingers roughly fucking me. It was too painful to orgasm, but the pain sent shock waves of pleasure through my spine. I'll never forget it. He said, 'cum little slave' and I couldn't as much as I wanted to. I fell limp against him, throbbing with desire as he unloaded in Sara's mouth. I was shaking with need. He kissed me on the forehead and walked away. I collapsed.

Two girls took me back to the same room and put a chastity strap on me that was wide enough to cause friction pleasure without allowing me access to myself. My hands were unbound, and the blood rushed back in them, which were a little asleep from being tied for so long, and they left. I was screaming and howling for release.

That's when I discovered my ass hole."

Katya looked at me, trying to read me. "Do you have any idea what you were given?" I asked.

"None, but it was powerful beyond any aphrodisiac I ever heard of, and believe me when I tell you I researched it a lot. All I could find was a bunch of stuff on brain chemicals like oxytocin and dopamine. So I can only assume this cocktail in the water had something to do with releasing those brain chemicals in it."

"I believe you," I said. I was hard again, but didn't say anything.

"Thank you for letting me re-live this," Katya said.

"Katya, it is a very provocative story."

"It is. And it makes me super excited, too, knowing it was me. My heart is pounding right now, Chaz."

"I thought you never had anal sex?"

"I haven't. But I have certainly finger fucked myself or been finger fucked there enough."

"Oh," I said.

"I was so desperate, I started rubbing against... no, fucking the corner of the bed and finger fucking my ass hole to make myself cum when my buddy from the van Joel came back in. I looked up at him, frantic. There were no inhibitions. I knew he was going to stop me. 'No please, please let me cum,' I was screaming as I tried even harder to cum before he could stop me.

He picked me up, laid me on my back, and said, 'Sorry, little one. You are not allowed.'

He gave me another drink of water, and I was out like a light. When I awoke, I was on the same bed with my hands and feet tied to the corners spread-eagled. But I didn't feel wildly horny any more. But as I moved a little, I could feel the chastity thing rubbing against me, and that made me try to move around a little more to get it to rub against me.

Then another guy who had been in the living room the day before walked in and told me he was going to start my training. His name was Liam. He got on the bed and undid the chastity belt. He had a vibrator and a bottle of oil in his hands. He slowly and methodically covered my entire body with that oil. He was very thorough. He started the vibrator and was using it on me as he squirted some oil on my pussy. He would pinch my nipples. He used his fat finger to lube my ass hole and was using the vibrator on me clit while he finger fucked my ass. It didn't take too long for him to stop to watch me fuck myself on his finger like a wanton slut. I had no inhibitions. Only one thing mattered to me..."

"Cuming," I said.

"... Cumming," Katya said, "I was in a constant state of arousal."

"I understand," I said as compassionately as I could. I didn't even know how to react. I was glad she was getting this out, but somehow I also knew she was not just at peace with it, but somehow it seemed like a pleasant memory.

"I begged. I cried. I offered my soul. He stopped what he was doing, and even without the drugs, I was squealing and crying for an orgasm.

He untied me, and I immediately tried to touch myself. He was so big and powerful, restraining me with one hand as he pulled me off the bed, leaving me wobbly. I'll never forget it. I was weak-kneed.

He held my hands together behind my back and again led me into that living room yet again. There were even more guys sitting around drinking and smoking. I can remember seeing them, I had a massive muscle reaction in my boobs and it made my nipples so hard, I saw they were standing out like coat hooks.

"What? What's that!" I asked.

"Oh God, for a woman, there is a brain chemical release causing the cells around the nipple to contract from stimulation. In this case, it was kind of like a breast orgasm. It was so powerful, it affected my groin and I had trouble controlling my body shaking, even though I wasn't orgasming, or maybe it was just one big full-body orgasm. I later found out it was probably something to do with oxytocin. They were probably messing with my oxytocin levels the whole time. Whatever it was, I was fully transformed."

"Holy shit," I said.

"Ronny told me if I danced for them I would be allowed to cum. But if I touched myself before being allowed to, I would never be allowed to cum.

I danced for about an hour with an incredible burning desire in me. But what made it worse was, as I danced, guys would randomly come up to me and rub my tits or my pussy. Some with more oil on me and rubbed my ass and back. With my hands free, I was at least able to at least rub my body as part of my dancing.

This behavior modification became the center of my life... everyday. I was oiled up, teased and brought out to dance.

I was so into pleasing them, to be allowed to cum, that even when someone said, to fuck his finger with my ass, I frantically fucked his long thin finger moaning as I danced. When I finally heard, you may cum, I just stood there and rubbed myself until I squirted, unashamed. Everyone applauded. I collapsed on the floor and was shaking and quaking. I was praised over and over again. I'll never forget being so... I don't know what, I was confused, I guess. I would bring myself to orgasm in front of everyone in the room while finger fucking my ass hole sometimes. I think I needed to know I could. I laid there rubbing my tits and belly and my slit putting on an erotic ballet for them because they allowed me to cum bathed in their praise.

The whole time I was there, I had to watch other girls bouncing up and down on guys cocks all over the room as they watched me. It was like the other girls were teasing me by showing me what I couldn't have.

I was so horny all the time. All day, every day. I wanted a fucking. I'd get up and start dancing and beg, please will someone fuck me? While I danced around rubbing my slick, oiled body.

They all laughed.

I have no idea how long this went on. Get untied from sleep, get bathed, fed, oiled, teased, and brought out to perform. Different guys sometimes, but the same torment.

There were a few field trips where I was first denied for a day, either with or without drugs, I'm not sure, brought to a strip bar and told to dance and was allowed to fuck myself as a reward in front of the whole bar either with my hands or a dildo.

It became my payment for dancing. My dancing became a means to an end.

This just became... normal. By the time I was loaded back in that van, I was willing to dance anytime anywhere to be allowed to cum."

"Wait, no one ever fucked you?"

"Nope. Incredibly frustrating. But that was all a part of the programming. Keeping me frustrated to keep me under their control, I guess. This might have had the byproduct of making me want to dominate men. Giving myself control back. I thought about that a lot. In fact, it became a secret desire when I'd be allowed to cum.

Anyway, on the trip back to Connecticut, it was worse because not only was I drugged again but those sadistic fucks had put a remote control egg in my pussy and would bring me to the edge and either turn it off or make me orgasm just to do it all over again. My arms were bound, and there was nothing I could do. Over and over. For hours. My screaming and begging got so loud that they both put earbuds in to listen to music. I passed out from exhaustion at some point. They brought me right back to the frat house. I guess I had been gone the entire summer and didn't even know it. They walked me in the way they took me. Nude. Joel said to Brad, 'Here's your property back, dude. She's trained.' More money was exchanged. It was the second week of August. I knew because they were planning a back-to-school party.

Joel told Brad, 'All you need is 2 commands, Dance and cum. Dancing will make her horny. After dancing she will do anything you want to be allowed to cum.'

Brad untied me and said, 'Dance.' I did. I was like a trained monkey.

Then Joel said to Brad, 'when you are through with her, just tell her she can cum if you don't want to use her any other way. If she's been teased enough she will probably finger fuck her own ass as she's playing with herself. We didn't even try to stop her. We thought it was an added bonus.' Like I wasn't even there. Now that I think about it, that depth of humiliation was even profoundly stimulating.

Brad snickered and watched me for a bit while I whimpered and danced in the hall of the house.

Joel left, and I felt a little empty inside.

Brad yelled, 'Hey guys!' And when a bunch of guys came down he said, 'watch this' and said, 'cum' and of course after what I had just gone through not only did I cum, but when I collapsed I begged to be fucked and well the rest is history. I was offered a cock, a suck, a tug, or masturbation for a dance. It always started with a dance. My big debut was their Halloween party, which you can only imagine."

"That's pretty sick," I said.

"It became a Pavlovian response. It was sick, but you know what? It made me love dancing and fucking. I told you I am twisted."

"Wait, do you still need to cum from dancing?" I asked.

After a while, I was just left with feeling horny from dancing."

"Do you still, you know, need to be fucked after work?" I asked.

"Sometimes. But what had been frustrating was that because no one knew anything about this, I suppressed that need from guys I was with. There weren't many anyway. It would be hard to come home from work and fuck without someone thinking my work made me horny. No one could comprehend that.

Now, when I look back at that time in my life, it was pretty pathetic. It wasn't until I started reading Philosophy that I began to truly understand myself and my self-esteem issues. I was also exploring more of the idea of controlling men. I, being dominant. I found it was a visceral reaction to how I was used.

She looked me in the eyes, "Yeah, even a Yalie was too selfish and immature to even try to understand me."

"Katya, I'm so glad you shared this with me. My mind is reeling."

"I'm sorry," Katya said.

"No! It's not what you think."

"What do you mean?"

"I know you may not want to hear this, but I have some pretty erotic fantasies about what I'd like to do with a woman. I've never told anyone."

Amused now with a raised eyebrow, "You're not into torture, are you?"

"What? No!" But I never thought I could act on any of them, not something you share with a date."

Katya did a belly laugh, exhaled deeply, looked at me, and slumped into a state of deep relaxation.

"Tell me one," she said.

"Well, you mentioned the vibrating egg."

"Yes! They are amazing."

You're ok with that?"

"Of course!"

"I want to put a love sense in you and control you in public," I added.

"Gladly." She laughed. "Maybe a crowded bar."

"Maybe at your bar." Her eyes got big. "No, I don't think I could do that."

"Did I find a limit?"

"I don't shit where I eat," she said dryly, her mood totally changed.

"Maybe I won't give you a choice."

"Oh God, please don't do that to me." She said clearly, very turned on.

"Yeah, I think you need to work an entire night with the vibrator hanging out of you so everyone could see you dancing as you serve drinks and cumming for everyone," I said.

"Does that turn you on?" I added.

"Yes she said meekly."

Very interesting, I thought. She is now completely submissive.

Katya whimpered. This was a side of her I had never seen, and I liked it.