A couple of months ago, Sir and I were just having a general chit chat when he mentioned a lady who had messaged him, propositioning a lap dance. I admitted I was very curious about the experience - he suggested that we go to a strip club together. Neither of us had done this before, and he was particularly eager to see how I would respond to the dance. We put a date in the calendar, and both booked the following day off work as we knew it would be a late night.
I spent the day leading up feeling quite anxious, mainly because I had no idea what to wear and this is something that always causes me to feel quite stressed out. I asked Sir, who said a LBD, so I packed a few into my bag and some shoes because I was not sure which would be most appropriate.
We went up to Sir's room to get ready, and I put on each of the outfit options so that he could decide on which was best. He chose the black velour dress, with lace sleeves, and a silver moon charm on the neck line. I had my metal collar on with a bell attached to the O-ring, which makes a comforting jingle when I move, and let's Sir know where I am.
I didn't expect to be as anxious as I was. As we pulled up to the club, I was incredibly nervous and completely unsure of what to expect. I realised that I'd spent so much time deliberating over what to wear that I hadn't actually had the time for the nerves to kick in for what I was actually about to do, until we pulled up in the car park. Sir was out of the car in a flash, whereas I was more hesitant. I asked for a pep talk and a big hug.
We arrived not long after the club had opened, around 10:30. After a parking mishap, we got through the entrance and made our way straight to the bar, where there was a beautiful girl stood talking with the bartender, in lacey black lingerie, stockings, and 7" white sparkly heels. I found her completely captivating. I was definitely attracted to her, she was a natural beauty, with a cute face, big glasses and curled shoulder length brown hair, around my age. My eyes kept being drawn to the way her thong highlighted her backside as drinks were being ordered. She welcomed us and said she would come over for a chat.
We made our way to the booth opposite the bar, and sat down. The place was very quiet, which is what we had hoped for. I was definitely feeling the need for some liquid courage at this point, the nerves were still prevalent, if not more so, than originally entering now that I had an incredibly cute girl in lingerie sat next to me.
We started exchanging conversation and I was struck by how down to earth she was. She explained how she had only started dancing three weeks ago, that she was absolutely loving it, and that the club and other dancers had been wonderful in taking her under their wing. We got talking about pets, her dream career, and how on earth she managed to walk in her shoes - apparently with great difficulty.
She asked what bought us here tonight, fortunately Sir was far more outgoing, and explained the reason for our visit. He told her that I was bicurious, and this was an experience we wanted to tick off the bucket list. She divulged that she is bisexual and that she had dated a woman for several years. Her excitement was palpable, she admitted that she had not danced for a girl yet, that not many ladies come into the club, and when they do they are often not interested themselves, just accompanying their partners. She was also very complimentary of both me, and my collar. Sir asked her if she knew what the collar meant - she said she didn't, and a conversation entailed about BDSM and my submission to Sir. I asked her if she was open to answering some questions about how she learned to dance and she was very forthcoming. Sir said he saw the club was holding auditions and wanted to sign me up. I knew I was blushing at his humiliating idea - I cannot dance, or "be sexy", I could already envision how much I would embarrass myself.
After a bit of time, and a couple of drinks, my nerves had settled and I was filled with an overwhelming desire to watch her dance.
Sir used the bathroom, and I was chatting to her and the barman, who also complimented my collar. I showed him the little bell and told him it's so that I don't get lost, they laughed and agreed they had been able to hear it and had questioned if a cat had managed to sneak in. Sir returned and we followed her over to the booth in which she would be giving us our private dance.
We were given options of what we wanted, obviously I had absolutely no idea so I was glad when Sir instructed her, he wanted her to dance for me, and he wanted to see my expressions.
She took off her bra, releasing the most beautiful pair of breasts I have ever seen. I am normally an ass person but she might have converted me. They were not too small, not too big, but very perky. I was of course instantly met with the realisation that I would not be able to touch them, and the denial just fuelled my arousal.
The way she caressed herself was mesmerisingly sensual and gentle, she made sure to keep eye contact with me when she was running her hands up and down her body. I could feel Sir's eyes on me, my eyes fixated on her. After a while she took off her thong and bent over on the floor, her pussy on display and she rubbed her fingers against it. I wanted them to be my fingers so badly. The time flew by so quickly and my memory is hazy. She asked if there was any requests, Sir asked her if she could get a bit closer, to blow me a kiss and put one of her legs up on the chair and spread her legs. I wanted to bury my face in there. I wondered what it would be like to watch Sir fuck her. If Sir fucked us both. If Sir made us fuck each other.
The dance ended, and I was very grateful her bra had as many clasps as it did, because it meant that I got to see her breasts for just a tiny bit longer. I was completely blissed out. I managed to tell her she was amazing and beautiful, but my mind was not forming sentences properly.
We left the booth, returned to the bar area, got another drink and took some time for me to come back down to earth and debrief. I admitted to Sir I wanted her to be my girlfriend - and that I wished we could take her home. I was staring to feel the effects of the gin, and I asked Sir if he would please have his way with me when we got home.
It had got a little busier by this point, there was another dancer by the bar who we chatted with for a while. She asked us how we met, and ensued the conversation about BDSM, D/s and Sir took great delight in telling her how I would do anything he asked of me. "He can even tell you what to drink?" Of course. Fortunately he spared me the pain of making me drink anything unpleasant.
We returned to the seat by the bar, I was feeling all floaty and relishing the moment.
A while later, a different dancer came and sat next to us. She excuded confidence. She was gorgeous, not as girl-next-door type as the first girl, but clearly very good at what she does. Her bubble butt was most impressive. Sir was talking to her, once again explaining why we were there, and the dynamic we have. She was a lot more aware of BDSM, and was telling us about her experience of different fetishes whilst working at babestation. Sir relished in telling her what a dirty little girl I was. She groped my breast and asked if I liked that, she was very adamant that we should go to a VIP room.
She carefully picked a booth with and told me the best place to sit. It was clear she was much more experienced. She asked me if I would like to lick her breasts. Of course I said yes, and I was smothered by her huge breasts. She bent over with her ass in my face, I took the opportunity to breathe in her smell. She was playing with herself, spanking herself. I loved Sir's reaction when she was spanking herself, I secretly enjoyed knowing that he was feeling the frustration too, I know he wanted to be the one doing the spanking.
At this point I was so aroused, I literally did not know what to do with myself. Trying my best not to let a moan escape my lips. Feeling the need to touch her but knowing I can't. Feeling the need to touch myself. Feeling the need to go home and have the brains fucked out of me before the arousal causes me to combust.
I'm sure Sir could see how frustrated I was. "I want you to embarrass her" he asked the dancer when she asked if there were any requests. At this point I was pushed over the edge, I melted, and once again I was repeatedly being smothered by her breasts.
When we left I could still smell and taste her perfume on me, it lingered for the entire journey home, a reminder that this did just actually happen, it wasn't just a fantasy that happened in my head.
The whole evening I felt so submissive. I also felt pretty humiliated at how how badly the arousal overcame me, a reminder of the fact I was definitely not in control. Several times I found myself in a non-verbal floaty headspace. I both loved and hated the denial. I loved the women. I think I can say with certainty that I am bisexual. Next on the bucket list - another woman in the bedroom, so that Sir can have the pleasure of controlling us both.
The whole experience was magical. And I was so glad to get home so that Sir could finally have his way with me.