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Slave Girl's Story (MMdom-F, bdsm, mc)
by Kathy
Part II
The First Meeting
I like to think that I was "captured one the street", but in actuality I
guess I wasn't really captured on the street.
I first met my Master five years ago. I was living in a mid-sized
Midwestern city, in school, but working part-time that summer to earn some
money dancing in a topless night club. I started dancing in topless clubs
for the money. Soon, I found I absolutely loved dancing topless. I
eventually came to comprehend that I was "into" exhibitionism, and began to
realize and accept that I was (and I guess, still am) an exhibitionist. I
liked to display my "charms" and enjoyed seeing the pleasure on the faces of
the customers as I danced, peeling the top of my skimpy costume off and
shaking my ample and lushes tits and firm tight ass.
I would get hot when I would get down on the stage or a table and spread my
legs. I would stretch my panties or thong (or what ever little I was
wearing) aside and eventually, pull it entirety off (if the applause was
loud enough and the cops weren't around). My pussy would actually start to
lubricate and drip when I exposed and exhibited my labia, clitoris and cunt.
The tips in the clubs I worked in were great, especially when dancing on a
customers table, where I could accept the tips slipped into my g-string. The
tips were even better (when the cops weren't around) when the men could
thrust the tip deep into my vaginal canal getting a chance to explore and
probe my cunt.
On nights like that my hips and ass would pump so hard and fast, I literally
looked like I was fucking an invisible lover. This, of course, only excited
the male customers even more, which, in turn, served to inflame and arouse
me. It was, on a good night, like a never ending circle. I would be
complete warn out after a night like that, having experienced eight or ten
orgasms brought on by the men directly stimulating and manipulating my clit
and vagina and the indisputable evidence that the men loved it.
He (my Master, Claud) came in one night during that summer, the summer
between my Jr. and Sr. year. It was early August or late July. I had been
working at this one club all summer, but this was the first time I had seen
him. He is about 6' 2" tall and well built. He seemed very serious,
several cuts about the rest of the customers, and well dressed. He seemed
to be a businessman. When I got around to his table (he was sitting alone-
and I would generally leave the solo tables till last as the tips, though
often good, were only one per dance, and at the tables with several men
sitting at them, I could get several tips after each number) I did my usual
dance routine, shaking my breasts, pulling on my long nipples, got down on
the table... opened my legs wide to display my "attractions" and did a few
pelvic thrusts.
He tipped me in a very gentlemanly manor, gently slipping a twenty dollar
bill into my g-string. He didn't try to grope me or feel me up, nor did he
pinch or twist my labia or clitoris and didn't penetrate my vagina. I was
not sure if I liked that or not. Wasn't he interested in me (the twenty
dollar tip said he was) or was he saying I hadn't worked hard enough to
justify or warrant a physical reward?
Later, when I had finished my first set, working my way around to all the
occupied tables, I walked over to his table and started a conversation. We
can't just "sit down" at a customers table, we have to wait for the
customer's invitation to sit down. I don't understand why, something that
the club's attorney cooked up... had something to do with soliciting. At
any rate, after a few minutes of light conversation, he asked if I would
like to sit, take a breather (dancing does tend to give you a good
"workout"- about like aerobics) and have a drink.
Surprise, I accepted in a flash. I was very curious to find out what this
guy was all about. As I said, he didn't really seem to fit in with the rest
of the customers in this club. As we talked, I realized that he was very
intelligent, well spoken and, obviously, well educated. In short, I was
right, he WAS not at all like the other customers. I was fascinated,
enchanted, infatuated and finally captivated by this gentleman. He seemed
so much in control of himself and the situation; and that excited me.
As I was finishing my drink, he asked if would dance for him again on his
table. How could I refuse, even though it wasn't my "set" I did want to
please this sharp guy. He helped my up on the table and I started slowly,
and then began to build up the excitement, getting more "risque" as time
when on. Unexpected, but in retrospect it shouldn't have been a surprise, I
found that I was the one who was getting turned on. I was electrified, hot
and supper horny. The hotter I became, the more torrid and impassioned my
dancing got.
Most of the girls, when doing a special request, expect a really great tip.
I don't. In truth, if I don't particular like the guy I would not dance on
his table and won't waste much time talking to him in the first place.
During our dance set turns, we were expected to dance on the table--- well
to tell the truth, management demanded that we "work the tables", but when
we were "on brake", as I was then, we don't have to. After dancing I would
just slide off the table and back into the chair and avoid the tip
situation. This is what I did when I finished that number.
The conversation started to get a little more personal, I had hoped it
would. He asked what nights I usually worked. This usually indicated the
guy liked my dancing and wanted to know when he could catch my act again. On
the other hand maybe he wasn't so much interested in my dancing as he was in
my hot body and nice tits and ass.
At any rate I told him that I worked every third night.
By this time it was my turn for a set and I had to get back to work. He
stayed until I finished my three numbers on stage and was starting to work
the tables again. When I looked over toward his table after I finished a
number on the first table, he was gone. I felt a bit of disappointment, but
soon got over that as I decided to get back to work and shake a little tit
and ass and open my legs and cunt and rake in some nice tips.
On my days off, I generally didn't do much except sleep late and lounge
around the pool. An eight hour shift at the club can take a lot out of a
girl. On my nights off I worked at a local discount store. As I said, I
was trying to earn some money to finish my education and support myself. I
ordinarily had plenty of time to cool out and recuperate between my
scheduled nights at the club. This time was no exception. By the time my
next night rolled around I had just about forgotten all about Claud, and was
all charged up and ready for another long, hot, but lucrative, night at the
club.
I was about half way through my first round of table dancing when I looked
over the remaining tables (to see if there were any interesting guys). I
spotted him. He was sitting by himself in the back of the club. I worked
my way toward the back where he was sitting, going from table to table,
until I got to his table. He, every the gentleman, helped me up onto the
table. I found myself getting very hot and eager to please this tall
handsome hunk.
When I finished my number, and proffered by pussy for a tip, he, again
gently slipped a twenty dollar bill into my G-string. As he helped me down
from the table, I shamelessly rubbed my tits all over him. He asked, in a
quick whisper, if I would like to go out to dinner the next night. I told
him I would love to, as long as he didn't what to go dancing after dinner,
and give him my address.
He said he know where my apartment was and would pick me up at eight o'clock
the next night.
While I was dancing on the next table he got up and left the club. I
thought to myself, he had come just to see me!
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Your slave,
Kathy