Unexpected Consequences

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Unexpected Consequences - Chapter 3 By SubKaren92

I had a quality orgasm riding Luna's strap-on before getting out of bed to start the day. It wasn't as explosive as last night, no doubt because I had not teased myself for hours and because I was in control while I rode her. On the other hand, she just let me fuck myself with the only stipulation was that I would have to pleasure her during breakfast. Not having to wait hours for either side of that equation was a positive. I had not expected any of the changes in my life since I hired Luna and certainly had not anticipated that I would be on my knees under the kitchen table with my head between her legs. I must admit, I was quickly getting addicted to her flavor. Even without getting my own orgasm to start the day, I could see myself eating her pussy every morning.

I know Luna finished her breakfast before she came. But she had not finished her coffee. She told me to stop licking her, stood up and refreshed her cup. Then she told me to follow her out to the patio where she sat down on one of the chairs. I was hesitant to follow her outside since I was still naked. But our house is fairly private in the backyard so eventually I did. She was sitting with her legs spread and I knew what to do.

Although I was focused on making her cum, I did think about how nice it would be to switch places and enjoy my coffee while someone was between my legs. Rudy would never do it and I was confident his daughter Julie wasn't about to, but maybe one of Luna's friends would be down, no pun intended, to pleasure me like this. What was her name? Faith? The young stripper with a mommy fetish? Maybe she would do this for me. But that didn't matter right then. Making Luna cum was my focus and I felt pride when she did. I hoped that would earn me favor and another orgasm before Rudy got home this afternoon.

But as Luna had said, we had shopping to do. She headed to the pool house to shower and I headed to the master bedroom. She told me not to bother with a bra or panties, but otherwise I could dress casually. To me that meant tight jeans and a simple white blouse. The jeans rubbed against my pussy in a delicious way and my nipples were prominently displayed poking against the fabric, but otherwise I looked, um, normal. I drove, which was good since Luna's car was less fancy than I wanted to be seen in. Our first stop was a store called Dancers. I assumed this is where Luna buys her work clothes. I wondered if we were stopping here for her or me.

As we walked inside, the first thing I noticed was the clothes looked primarily like they were for kids in dance classes. Luna seemed amused by my surprised look. "Our stuff is on the other side of the store," she said, leading me around a corner into a different room. Did I hear her say our stuff? As I followed her into the other room, the clothes took on a definitely more sexy appearance. Clearly this is where Luna found the outfit she was wearing yesterday. A young sales clerk soon joined us. She was well acquainted with Luna. I suppose all the strippers in town shop here.

"Don't tell me you trashed that outfit you bought yesterday?" she asked.

"No, it survived," Luna said with a chuckle. But you can never have too many outfits and I want to get my friend here measured."

"OK," the girl said. "Have a look around and I'll get my tape measure and notebook."

I know you want me to tell you this was some elaborate setup and the two of them used me in the changing room or that Luna had me eat out the clerk as a thank you. And that is exactly what happened. Just kidding. Our shopping was perfectly professional. The girl did take me into a changing room to get my measurements, but she didn't have me strip. She was very thorough measuring more than just my waist, hips and bust. She also did brush my hard nipples with the tape, although I was not sure if it was an accident or not. I also was worried my jeans would show a wet spot.

By the time she was done, Luna had picked out two new work outfits and I was ready for either of them to order me to strip. Instead the girl gave Luna a copy of my measurements (the original was going to be held on file for future reference) and then rang up her purchases. I was a bit confused when we left. Luna then had me drive past the Itchy Kitty and to an adult store next door. I could see myself shopping at Dancers picking out my own sexy outfit, but not at this sleazy looking rundown excuse for a store. Still I followed her in.

"We'll get most of your toys online," she told me. "But there are a few I'd rather not wait to have delivered."

Honestly that kind of scared me. She led me around the store. The inventory was pretty sparse, but maybe that was normal for such a place. Luna picked out a thick leather collar and leash, which she insisted I try on, and two pairs of leather cuffs for my wrist and ankles. She explained I could wear them longer than I could wear handcuffs. I didn't think she had to test the sizing on me, but she insisted. Her final item was a bit gag which she affixed a bit tighter than I thought it needed to be. Wearing all seven items, she led me back to the front of the store and the checkout. There were several men shopping who took notice of us. The grubby looking clerk did as well. He knew Luna too and seemed happy to see me. I wondered how many other women she had brought here.

He made a show of walking around the counter with his barcode scanner to ring up my items while I wore them. When he knelt in front of me to scan my ankle cuffs I was sure he could smell my pussy. I was very aware of my jeans rubbing on my labia and clit and how that did a number on my arousal. If he noticed he didn't mention it. However he did point out that Luna should get a couple of carabiners. I didn't know why but she seemed to indicate it was an honest mistake. She left me standing alone at the counter, on display for the men, and walked back to where the cuffs were displayed. When she returned, she held two up to be scanned and then used one of them to clip my ankle cuffs together. She then told me to put my wrists behind my back and secured those cuffs as well. She led me out of the store, slowly as I could only move my feet a couple inches at a time, with my leash pulled out in front of me.

The walk to the car was humiliating as it took what felt like forever and several cars honked their horns at me. I couldn't drive with my legs and arms cuffed, so Luna helped me into the back seat. She didn't strap me in with the seat belt however. Once I was sitting normally, she pushed me over so I was laying down. "I don't want the police to see you wearing a gag so you better stay down and out of sight," she told me. I felt like I had been kidnapped. Honestly it was kind of exciting. My mind raced thinking about Luna taking me somewhere where she and her friends could abuse me. Maybe a cabin in the woods or some abandoned warehouse. I was lost in that fantasy and the rubbing of my pants had an orgasm building.

But instead of taking me away to some private place to ravage me, when the car stopped and Luna helped me back up, I realized we were home. I felt disappointed. But another part of me felt elated since Luna had tied me up and had me at her mercy. Unfortunately she began to unclip the carabiners and reminded me that my husband's plane would be landing soon. I'd forgotten about him. I'd been so focused on Luna that I'd neglected to prepare for his arrival.

When we got inside, Luna pulled me into an embrace and kissed me. With her hands around my waist, she told me how things would work when Rudy was around.

"You're still my pet, but I don't want to screw up your marriage," she began. "When Rudy is around, I want you to treat me just like you did before. But when he goes to the office, golfing or out with the boys, your job is to serve me. Understand?"

I nodded. Then I added, trying to sound playful, "Can I still spy on you through the window and masturbate?"

Luna smiled back. "I'll see what I can do to satisfy your cravings while he is here."

I noticed she had not answered the question and her response was a bit cryptic and kind of made me nervous.

"Now why don't you go make yourself presentable for your husband," Luna told me. "Put on a nice dress and some sexy underwear in case he's feeling randy."

She didn't say it, but I got the impression she expected me to offer myself to Rudy. Not that I wasn't OK with that, but I'd rather offer myself to her. Looking at the kitchen clock, I saw I had a couple hours until Rudy's plane landed. That gave me time for a quick shower, time to do my make-up, get dressed and go to the airport to pick him up. I was back to being the good trophy wife inservice my husband. But I knew I was now so much more. I wasn't sure how my serving Luna could work while he was around, but I thought back to her saying how she had broken Katrina and they obviously made things work. Luna must have a plan and I just had to trust her.

Once Rudy was back home, Luna acted as if nothing strange had happened between us. If anything she was doing a better job. Rudy worked at home on Friday and I didn't risk trying to tease Luna or offer myself to her. I didn't even attempt to spy on her after she got home from work. Now that I knew she was on to me watching her, it didn't seem so exciting. The next morning, right after Rudy left for the golf course, Luna's attitude turned on a dime.

"Get those clothes off, slut," she barked at me.

Immediately I felt a wave of arousal and quickly stripped. I expected her to make me eat her or tease my nipples and clit, but instead she went to the closet where the cleaning supplies were kept and returned with a bucket and mop.

"You need to learn your place," she said. "When Rudy is gone, you are the maid keeping this house spotless."

She handed me the mop. Somehow her pronouncement, instead of killing my arousal, heightened it. I didn't complain. I started filling the bucket with soap and clean water. As I was doing that, she gave me another order.

"Give me your credit card," she said firmly, but nicely. "There are some supplies you need."

I didn't think she meant cleaning supplies. I thought back to her collection of sex toys in her bedroom. Certainly she already had anything we would need, but I suppose there are some things you don't share. I grabbed my wallet and handed over the card I used as my personal account. If she spent from my allowance, Rudy wouldn't question it. Luna left and I got to work.

It was weird. I always hated cleaning when I lived alone. That was one reason I was so glad Rudy had Celina when we got married. But now that I had been stripped bare, literally and emotionally, by Luna, I felt differently. I wasn't cleaning for myself but for her. Every time I slid the mop forward and back, I got a little more excited. But I didn't touch myself. Luna had not given me permission to do that and I knew eventually I would be called upon to service her. At least I hoped I would before Rudy returned. Maybe that would be my reward for cleaning the floors.

Luna had walked back to her room and I didn't see her again for about three hours when she handed me back my credit card. She was obviously dressed for the gym. She looked as delectable as always. She told me my packages would be arriving Monday as she reached forward and teased my labia.

"Wet, but not wet enough," she said with a snicker. "After you finish the floors, edge yourself. When I get back, I want you dripping."

I just nodded. I found myself not being able to formulate a verbal response to her more and more frequently. I hurriedly got back to the floors. I had to finish quickly in order to masturbate before Luna got home. Of course I thought back to masturbating in Luna's bed and remembering how she came home early and caught me. I wondered if this was a test and she would walk through the door again in minutes instead of a couple of hours. I shook my head as if that would make those thoughts fall out of my brain and started washing the last floor with all the vigor I could muster. As it turned out, it wasn't a test. At least not a test beyond me being able to masturbate without making myself cum.

Luna returned about 90 minutes later. She must have cut her workout short to come home and play with me. That's what I told myself. I'd been sitting in the kitchen, partly because that was the closest room to the mudroom where I dumped the dirty water and partly because I'd knelt here to lick her pussy the other day. Remembering that encounter fueled my masturbation. Luna had me stand up. She then told me to "Spread those whore legs and put your hands behind your head." I immediately complied and felt completely exposed. I expected her to probe my pussy again to make sure I was suitably wet for whatever she wanted to do to me. But instead she grabbed hold of both my nipples in a firm and painful pinch. I tried not to wince and pull backwards, but she could tell it hurt. That was clearly her goal. It also got my attention. Then she inspected my pussy. I knew I would pass that test and she was pleased. So pleased that she started to rub my clit with her right hand while teasing my right nipple with her left. Almost immediately I started to lose my balance as waves of pleasure flowed through me and I reflexively started begging for permission to cum.

I didn't expect Luna to go that easy on me and let me cum immediately. Honestly I figured she wouldn't let me cum at all before Rudy got home. I figured we had about two hours before that happened and she had taught me never to expect release that quickly. But a girl can dream. Instead she made me confess what I had been thinking about to get myself so wet. I was not embarrassed to say, "You."

"I don't doubt that," she replied, giving my nipple another pinch as if to say that wasn't the right answer. "But what specifically about me were you thinking?"

This time I didn't have to think to formulate my answer. "I thought about you using the cuffs we bought to secure me to your bed where you would tease me, make me eat your pussy and when you were satisfied, you would put your strap-on again and fuck me like you did the other night."

"Was that so hard to say?" she said mockingly. Then she paused as if she was thinking, although I'm sure she had everything planned already.

"I still need to shower after the gym. I hurried home to you instead of showering there. You can come with me, wash me and eat me in the shower until I climax."

There was no implied promise that I would be able to cum after that or that she would return the favor. But I quickly agreed. I knew I had to make Luna climax before I would be allowed to cum whether that was in half an hour, sometime tonight, tomorrow or next week.

I'd showered with other women before. In the dorms at college and at the gym. I'd even showered with Rudy and my former boyfriends. But never before had I showered with the implied sexual release that Luna just gave me. This was different and I found it highly erotic. I was there to serve her. After following her like a puppy to the pool house, we went into the women's changing room. It's not a huge room, but the shower is definitely big enough for two. Actually it's big enough for four with a rainfall showerhead in the center of the ceiling, two tall mounted shower heads on either side, body sprayers on either side, a couple of wands for those hard to reach places and a long tile bench along the back wall. I'd often thought I should shower here instead of the master bathroom, although in truth, that shower had most of the features but was just scaled down in size. Since I was already naked, I was tasked with turning on the water. Then I walked back to Luna to help her undress. And by undress, I mean peeling her out of her workout clothes.

As I knelt down to tug at her skin tight shorts, I was overwhelmed with the smell of her arousal. It was heavenly. "May I pleasure you now?" I asked her. She declined saying the shower came first. I snickered at her play on words. She was going to cum second. At least I hoped so.

As I said, I found it highly erotic that Luna simply stood in the shower and allowed me to clean her. She had better quality shampoo, conditioner and body wash than I did. I was tasked with lathering my hands and then using them to lather her body. As I worked her shoulders, her shower became more like a message. When I worked her breasts, her mews were definitely sexual in nature. But I still wasn't allowed to pleasure her. I did kneel down to clean her legs. This was torture to me because her pussy was at eye level, but I wasn't allowed to lick it yet. When I was done with her legs, she turned around so I could clean her butt. Her perfect butt. The rainfall showerhead had already rinsed away her sweat from the workout, so I think she positioned me just so I could worship her backside. She had me soap up her ass to give me an excuse to rub it. She also told me to spread her cheeks and make sure her asshole was clean. It already was and it was as perfect as the rest of her butt. As I stared at it, I thought back to her promise to fuck my ass. I wondered how often she did that herself. Or was she always the one doing the fucking. I caught myself daydreaming about her asshole and didn't notice her moving away from me. She left me kneeling in the shower as she walked back to her bedroom. I didn't know if I should follow so I stayed put.

Luna quickly returned with a razor and shaving cream. She then sat on the bench.

"I want you to shave my underarms, legs and pussy," she told me. Any opportunity to get my face near her pussy was good with me. I turned off the showerheads and turned on the wand. I'd shaved myself plenty of times, but this was the first time I shaved somebody else. I went extra slow so I didn't accidentally nick her. That made it even more erotic. When she lifted her arm, I got to examine the gentle curve of her form. Like the rest of her, it was perfect. I'd never looked at an armpit as an erogenous zone, but I wanted to lick it. At least when I shaved her legs I was in familiar territory. Again I went slower than I would when I did my own legs, thoroughly enjoying the experience. Had I thought about my own arousal and needs, I might have been faster in my cleaning and shaving duties as we were approaching the time Rudy was expected home. But at the moment, I was focused entirely on serving Luna. Before I lathered up her pussy, I once again asked if I could pleasure her. I was already kneeling in front of her happy hole and perfectly prepared to service her more intimately. But she insisted I shave her there first. I don't think I could have stayed still if someone was doing that to me. But she must have trusted me and while the smell of her arousal had been masked by the water of the shower, now that the water was off and I was up close and personal with her pussy, I could definitely smell her again. While I wanted nothing more than to drift off with that scent, I had to focus on my task.

Luna kept her pussy well maintained so the razor just glided over her soft folds. I don't think it did much, but I wasn't going to question her desire for me to shave her. After I finished and rinsed her off, she finally gave me permission to serve her orally. She didn't last long. The shower floor was starting to get cold now that the water wasn't running, but I wasn't about to complain. I love her flavor and I would have gladly spent the day kneeling in front of her. But she must have been as excited as I had been when I edged because after just a couple of minutes, my mouth was rewarded with her girl cum. Unlike how she usually kept stimulating me during my orgasms, she pulled my head away from her pussy as she quaked through her climax. While I would have been happy to continue eating her, I wasn't upset that I could also watch up close as her pussy clenched and released knowing that I did that for her.

As I had worried, time was getting short on Rudy's arrival so after she calmed down, I was dismissed with a kiss. I had to run back to the house to quickly get dressed, but Luna promised me that, "She would have further instructions later." I was on pins and needles for hours waiting for her to tell me the plan. All the while I had to pretend nothing was happening between us. After Luna finished serving us dinner, I cornered her in the kitchen before she left for work and after Rudy had retired to the home theater.

"Please tell me my instructions," I begged her quietly. "I'm desperate to cum and I already helped you."

"That you did," she said with a smile. "You looked like you enjoyed it too."

"I did," I replied. "Is an orgasm my reward?"

"I find it exciting when you watch me from your window. If you want to cum, you may masturbate while you do that tonight after I get home from work. If you fall asleep or can't get away from Rudy, I understand. In that case, you'll have to wait for your reward."

She gave me a quick kiss and was out the door. I was shaking trying to figure out if I could watch her tonight without getting caught.

As seems to happen a lot these days, I spent Saturday night thinking about Luna instead of being present mentally with my husband. Yes we watched a movie together, but I couldn't even tell you which movie it was. Rudy seemed into it enough not to notice I was virtually somewhere else. By the time we went to bed, I was dressed in a lightweight, short nightgown to give quicker, easier access to my pussy. I was fully expecting to be in the office spying on Luna. I even had hidden some binoculars in the office closet. But for better or worse, I fell asleep. I was usually restless on nights I planned to watch Luna masturbate and would wake up before she got home. But for some reason, tonight I fell into a deep sleep and didn't wake until the sun was coming through the bedroom window. Shit. I missed my opportunity to orgasm and I didn't know if my pleasuring Luna in the shower reward had expired with the sunrise.

Luna was chipper when she got up. Since Sunday was her day off, she usually slept in. The three of us made small talk as she fixed herself breakfast, but I really wanted to confess that I fell asleep and needed another opportunity to cum. After Rudy left the room, she told me she knew I had not watched last night. I don't know how she knew, but then again I never figured out how she knew I had watched her in the first place. I apologized and she said not to worry as I was the one who really lost out.

"It's a shame you missed the show," she told me. "I had a great orgasm last night."

I knew she was taunting me, but I deserved it.

"If Rudy goes to the office this week, maybe we can work on your fantasy of being tied to my bed," she said.

"That would be amazing," I replied. While being tied to her bed was my current number one fantasy, waiting for that opportunity meant not climaxing today and maybe not for quite a while. I knew Rudy wasn't traveling this week, but hopefully he would need to go to the office and not just work at home. The ache in my pussy would not dissipate and I vowed to stay up Wednesday night if Luna gave me another chance. Fortunately it didn't come to that. After being home on Monday, on Tuesday morning his phone rang and he looked visibly upset by whatever was said.

"I've got to go to the office for a while," he announced before going to our home office to grab his briefcase. Luna had been cleaning the kitchen and heard him tell me he was leaving for a while. Once Rudy left, she said, "Go upstairs and strip. Grab a bathing suit and your cuffs. Bring everything to the pool house."

I hurried upstairs and pulled my naughty box out from under the bed. I then practically tore off my clothes and grabbed the first swimming suit I could find. My excitement grew with every step I took toward the pool house. Luna was waiting for me. She had a predatory look in her eyes. I looked at her bed and there were chains attached to each corner. There was also a carabiner on each chain. She then told me to put my cuffs on. I had expected her to do that to me. I felt a rush of adrenaline as I bound my own wrists and ankles. Once I was done, without ceremony Luna told me to lie on the bed and reach my ankles to the corners.

"There will be times that I am not here but I want you to bind yourself," she told me. "We will work on more elaborate ties, but you should be able to handle this one easily. Securing my own legs was pretty simple. Before I did my wrists, she told me to take the carabiners off the chain and put them on the cuffs first. She then told me to clip my left wrist to the chain first. When it wasn't as tight as she wanted, she told me to unhook it and try again. The second time was the charm, although I don't think I could open the spring on the carabiner to remove it. She then instructed me to do my right wrist, but to be sure I left enough slack that I could open it if I needed to release myself.

"I'm here to protect you this time," she said. "But if I am not, you need to be able to escape in an emergency. There are other ways we can use so you can't escape for a period of time, but you need much more experience before we try that. For now, I will just have to trust you that you won't release yourself without permission."

When I clipped my right wrist in, she told me to test my binding. As expected, they held me tight. The clinking sound was also a big turn-on. I was at her mercy.

"First things first," she began. "I'm sure I could make you cum with little to no effort."

I said, "Yes. That's true."

We both knew I didn't want her to give me a quick orgasm.

"But I think my orgasm in the shower counting as cumming before you has expired since I came like a madwoman Saturday night and you had your chance to climax then. So..."

I was not surprised when she stripped and climbed on top of me. Part of me expected her to rub herself to orgasm on my knee like she had done when demonstrating her dance technique. Now that I wasn't sitting, she probably could slide up and down me easier. But I also wasn't surprised when she climbed up my body and straddled my head. As I said after pleasuring her in the shower, I could eat her pussy as long as she wanted. I opened my mouth as she settled down onto me and got to work. Unlike in the shower where she sat back and let me do my thing, in this position she had the ability to rock her pussy on my face. It made it harder for me to lick her or latch onto her clit and suck her, but she seemed to be enjoying the friction of riding my face like a jockey rides a horse. I didn't complain. I was her pet and she could do as she pleased, at least for about 15 minutes when she rewarded my minimal participation with a flavorful treat. Certainly now she would help me cum.

"That was good Charlie," she said. She never called me Charlie before so I wondered if there was a reason. OK, I think too much.

"But it wasn't great. I still need to get you more practice."

I liked the sound of that, although it did have an ominous overtone.

"But, I think I can let you cum in good conscience now," she added. My heart leaped, even if my body couldn't as I saw her walk to the dresser to her toy drawer. I hoped she was getting her strap-on again, and while the curved vibrator I saw in her hand wasn't the holy grail, I was in no position to argue.

"Have you ever had a g-spot orgasm?" she asked me. I had to answer, no.

"Well let's see if we can change that," she said. "Remember no cumming without permission."

Before she turned on the vibe she took time to make out with me and then she sucked both of my very firm nipples. Being at her mercy made both these simple acts far more arousing than they usually would have been. I loved it. By the time she finally turned on the vibe, my juice was running out of my pussy onto her sheets. The vibe easily slid inside of me. It wasn't as fat as her strap-on, so I didn't feel full. But as she skillfully twisted the toy so the curve was pointing up, she hit my magic spot. A lightning bolt went off in my head and a throaty moan escaped my lips. She rubbed my g-spot in tiny circles with the head of the vibrator dancing on my most sensitive area. Almost immediately I began to beg for permission to cum. But she wasn't ready for that yet. She pulled the vibe out of me.

"Not so fast slut. We have to build you up to an extra juice climax," she told me. I had a love/hate relationship with that statement. I knew how amazing the orgasms she gave me when we didn't rush had been. But at the same time, I needed to cum now and she could always change her mind and give me nothing. I struggled against my bindings, which did nothing except amuse her. I was completely defenseless and at her mercy to toy with my nipples, tease my clit and buzz my g-spot, but always stopping just short of a climax.

I lost track of how many cycles of this we went through. Although I had told her my fantasy was for her to fuck me with her strap-on again, I think she instinctively understood my real desire was to be at her mercy and she was showing me exactly what that meant. Eventually my moans of desire and begging to cum gave way to my warning her that I felt like I was going to piss. Surprisingly she said, "Good. You're almost there."

I didn't understand that, but she held the vibe firmer against my g-spot and said, "Let it go, slut. Cum for me." That was what my body was waiting to hear and I began to orgasm. But it wasn't like any orgasm I had before. Yes I began to see lightning in my brain and yes my body began to clench and convulse, but I also squirted for the first time. Not that I was 100% focused on what was happening, but I saw a thick stream of liquid rocket from my pussy three or four feet into the air. Luna pulled back the vibrator so as not to block the flow, instead concentrating on rubbing my clit vigorously back and forth. Wave after wave of orgasm crashed over me. It was unlike anything I had ever experienced before and by the time my heart stopped pounding, I was worn out and ready to fall asleep. Luna, by the way, looked like she was bathed in cum.

I would have gladly stayed tied to Luna's bed to nap in the now giant wet spot, but she reminded me Rudy may arrive at any moment. I groaned thinking how he was interrupting my time with Luna. She helped me get the cuffs off and then helped me get my swimsuit on.

"Go jump in the pool and clean yourself off in case he arrives. I will clean up here and then join you."

She seemed focused on making sure I didn't get caught by my husband. I appreciated that. I also looked forward to his next business trip so we wouldn't have to worry about him.

The next week was pure torture because Rudy worked from home. Apart from him running a couple of errands, at which time I would immediately strip when he pulled out of the driveway, I didn't get to play with Luna. Occasionally we would have a couple of moments when she would produce her worn panties for me to smell or she would squeeze my ass or breasts, but basically all I could do was dream about her. Several packages came for her, but she wouldn't tell me what they contained. Looking at my credit card statement, most of the stuff came from Amazon or Target so that wasn't any help. There were substantial charges from Victoria's Secret and Frederick's of Hollywood. I didn't realize Fredericks still existed. There was also three hundred dollars from a place called Lovense. I had no idea what that was about, but when I looked them up, I got both excited and a bit scared. For those out of the loop, they make remote control vibrators for men and women. And by remote control, I mean from a distance via the Internet and your phone.

I was getting desperate for Rudy to need to go out of town. I even considered booking myself on a "spa" vacation so I could be in a hotel with Luna controlling the vibes. I had another week of Rudy being around too much before he announced he was finally traveling the next week. This trip was related to the crisis from a couple of weeks ago and he announced it would be a few days longer than usual. He flew out on a Monday morning and didn't plan to be home until Friday night. To him, it meant closing a multi-billion dollar deal. To me it meant a week on my knees in front of Luna. Hopefully it meant other positions too. I played the part of the good wife and dropped Rudy off at the airport at 6:00am for his 7:15 flight. I then rushed home hoping to get there before Luna woke up. I didn't see her in the house so I sprinted upstairs to strip off my clothes before I began to make her breakfast. When I got into the bedroom, I stopped dead in my tracks.

Laid out on the bed was an outfit that probably was from Fredericks. Their reputation was as a lower quality and trashier version of Victoria's Secret and this fit the bill. It was a maid's outfit, I suppose, but even a trashy French Maid's costume would look elegant compared to this one. It was mostly mesh and would hide nothing. On the plus side, Luna would have easy access to my naughty bits. As I picked it up, I noticed a note underneath.

"Wear this and nothing else beside your heels. Bring me breakfast in bed."

This outfit looked like something you would wear for a lover on a special night, not something you would wear around the house because your girlfriend wanted you to take over her housekeeping duties. But here I was. I must admit I looked sexy as hell in it and every minute that passed as I was preparing breakfast for Luna brought my arousal higher. We had maybe five days together without fear of interruption and she obviously had a plan. As I carried a tray out to the pool house, my mind was running crazy with potential ideas. Luna was laying in bed watching TV. She was wearing a crop top that barely covered her breasts and gym shorts. As always, my mouth watered thinking about lifting that tiny shirt and suckling her nipples. Pulling down her shorts and licking her pussy was also appealing. She didn't get up as I approached. She took the tray and put it on her lap.

"Thank you, Pet," she said. She didn't comment on how I looked in the outfit she bought for me.

"Are you glad Rudy is gone for a while?" she asked.

"Yes," I replied without hesitation. "We have not played much lately."

"No, we haven't," she responded. "Sit down in the chair and rub your pussy."

Not that I was upset to touch myself, but I knew she would never give me permission to cum until I got her off. This was just another way to frustrate me. But I did as she commanded. It didn't take me long to start experiencing a floating feeling as I pleasured myself for her. I felt like I was hovering over my body looking down on myself masturbating and looking at Luna laying sexily on the bed. I felt arousal, but I didn't feel the early pangs of a building orgasm. It was as if my mind wasn't letting that happen because I knew I didn't have permission to cum. Luna didn't seem to be paying any attention to me. She was eating and watching TV as if I wasn't there. But she did know and I perceived her indifference as another training exercise in her control of me.

After she finished eating, she told me her plan for the week we had together. First off, each morning I would put on my new uniform. She told me she had two others for when one gets dirty. She winked at me when she said that and I took that to mean after I had sex while wearing it. She also told me, the more often I got her off, the more often I would cum. I replied that I would get her off as often as she wanted. She then added that her goal was to make me cum in every room of the house.

"You've already cum here, the dining room, the office and in your marital bed. That leaves the three other bedrooms, a bunch of bathrooms, the mudroom, the kitchen, the home theater, the laundry room, the gym, the garage and the pool deck. Did I miss anywhere?"

"The basement rec room? On the bar or poker table?" I asked.

"How could I forget there?" she asked rhetorically.

"What about the front door foyer?" I said with a smile.

"Technically I don't think that is a room, but if you please me enough, perhaps we'll save that for last. Basically anywhere you go in this house I want you to remember I made you cum there."

"Did Katrina have the same experience?" I asked.

"Don't worry about what I did with her," Luna said. "I enjoyed having her serve me, but you are different. You will provide different things to please me and in return, you will get different rewards. She had specific needs and so do you. It's best not to worry about her or compare yourself to her."

That made sense in a warped way. "Can I pleasure you now so we can knock another room off the list?" I pleaded.

"You are a naughty slut, aren't you, pet," she replied. I smiled. We both knew she was right.

Tuesday found me knocking off three rooms off my goal including having Luna mount a dildo with a suction cup base to the bike in the gym and having me ride it until I screamed in ecstasy. I went to bed tired, but happy and thinking about 11 rooms to go in the next three days. Plus the foyer. Luna had not told me how fast she intended me to christen each room, but I assumed she meant while Rudy was on this trip. I woke Wednesday with a wet pussy in anticipation of knocking another four rooms out. I knew Luna worked tonight so I figured twice in the morning and twice in the afternoon might be all we accomplished. But as usual, my schedule and Luna's didn't exactly match. Oh, I did eat her to a juicy orgasm while she ate breakfast, but instead of letting me orgasm, she just edged me. Then she had me work on cleaning the house. Lunch was the same as breakfast with me between her legs while she ate and then edging me again. I guess she was priming me to be ready for her after she got home from work. She seemed like she was always horny after work so maybe she planned to just take me from bedroom to bedroom fucking me.

After I made an early dinner and ate her pussy for the third time, she told me to give her my phone and to then go shower and do up my hair and makeup for a night out. That made me nervous, but I retreated to the master bathroom to prepare. I wasn't shocked to see an outfit I had not seen waiting for me on the bed. Surprisingly, it wasn't slutty or risque as I expected. I suppose the lack of a bra or panties was slutty, but it was a pair of white slacks and a light blue blouse that actually covered me. There was a new pair of heels as well with a four inch heel, but given that I was wearing pants, they didn't look out of place. Oh, I should mention one more thing, and I am sure this was why the sales lady at the dancer's store took such intricate measurements. The pants were the tightest I'd ever worn. The fabric had an elastic component, but didn't look like tights. I had to struggle a bit to pull them up, but when I finished, I could tell they molded to my body like a second skin. My ass looked amazing as I turned in front of the mirror as the heels did their job tightening my calves and thighs. Oh, and did I mention the crotch was basically glued to my pussy? With every step, I could feel the seam pressing into my pussy and against my clit. I hoped we were not going dancing as I would probably cum from the friction. As I looked in the mirror I didn't see the pants creating a camel toe, but I did worry a bit that they might if they constricted any tighter.

By contrast, the blouse, though properly sized, seemed huge by comparison. It actually looked like a man's dress shirt. It gave freedom to my breasts to move naturally, but would do little to hide my nipples. They had not hardened yet, but I knew that would soon change. I was confused why Luna chose this outfit for me. She was waiting for my return in the kitchen and whistled a cat call at me. I didn't think I looked particularly sexy. I was dressed more as an office professional, minus the hidden lack of underwear. But I accepted her complement and asked where we were going. She said she was going to work and it was time for me to learn what she did. What? She was taking me to a strip club? I suppose that wasn't that out of line, but I really didn't understand why I was dressed like this?

Luna drove which made me happy so my car wouldn't be parked in front of the Itchy Kitty. Not that it was likely any of my friends would spot it, but still, careful is better. On the way we stopped at an ATM. Luna said I would need $300. She said she had a bunch of five so I could tip the dancers from "sniffer's row" whatever that meant, but she also wanted me to have at least five $20s for lap dances and a couple hundred for the VIP room. I knew what that meant from Luna's dance in the dining room and my mind began to think about her grinding me to orgasm in a bar. I got out $400 just in case. I was still nervous when we got there, but I tried to hide it. I tried to hold my head up high with pride as we walked into what I assumed was a sleazy club.

It wasn't as bad as I expected, but that isn't to say it was nice. There was a woman behind what I assume was bulletproof glass taking a cover charge. Of course Luna just said hello and walked past. I stopped and fumbled with my tiny purse for some cash but the woman just waved me through. Luna explained that women get in free. The bar was the next thing we encountered. Luna yelled to the bartender and an attractive young woman wearing a blouse that did little to conceal her breasts came over to us. I suppose she was working for tips too.

"Where's Kitty," I heard Luna yell. The bartender yelled back, "In the office."

Luna then told her, "She's with me. Put her on my tab but have Julie keep an eye on her."

"Sure thing," the bartender replied. Then she shouted to me, "What will you have sweetie?"

I kind of mused if she only knew I wasn't so sweet. "Gin and tonic," I shouted back and she turned to make the drink.

Luna then said, "I have to go check in with Kitty. Go grab a booth. It will give you a bit more privacy than a table. Have a couple drinks while I get ready to go on. Then take a seat along the rail and enjoy the show."

I looked around. There was a long stage with several poles, of course, and swivel chairs mounted to the floor in front of it. There looked to be a narrow table built into the front of the stage. The girls danced for tips, but Luna had previously told me the bar made its profit on booze. There were also eight or nine tables with four chairs each and around the edges of the room, a number of large booths. There were maybe ten guys scattered about. A few were along the stage, the sniffer's row as Luna described I figured, and the rest scattered at the tables. Two were getting lap dances. I also saw a neon sign that said "VIP" over an entrance to a hallway and another one that said bathroom. In the back was a DJ booth and I saw one waitress. I assumed that was Julie. The bartender handed me my drink and gave me a flirty smile. I tried to tip her and she said not to worry about it and that Luna would take care of her. I didn't know if she meant monetarily on her tab or sexually. But it didn't matter. I made my way to the booth nearest the VIP room and sat down.

I was watching people and trying to calm my nerves. There were two dancers on the stage but I was focusing on the actions of the guys sitting on the stools. Since Luna wanted me to sit there when I felt comfortable, if I ever did, I wanted to understand the protocol. I also finished my drink pretty quickly. As if she had been watching me, the waitress appeared as the last drop of gin hit my lips. She was older than the bartender, but had an attractive face. She was a bit curvier and her breasts looked fake. She was wearing a T-Shirt emblazoned with a logo that said Kitty's. It was torn from the top in a V exposing a healthy amount of cleavage. I detected no sway to her boobs as she approached the booth. She also had on a very tiny pair of cutoff jeans shorts and fishnets. No doubt she dressed for tips as well.

"Another G&T sweetie?" she asked me.

"Yes, please, um, Julie?" I responded.

"Yes," she said. "First time in a place like this?"

"Does it show?" I said.

"No, but Carol told me Luna asked me to look after you so I assumed you were a club virgin."

"Well I appreciate that," I told her.

"I'll make sure these guys don't bother you," she said before adding, "Unless that is what you are looking for," and winking.

"I'm married," I said, holding up my ring finger.

"And?" she replied.

"Luna is more my type," I confessed.

Julie hopped up and down causing her breasts to finally bounce a little.

"What about me?" she questioned. "Am I your type?"

Honestly I was so horny from being edged all day that both Julie and Carol were my type right then if Luna gave the go ahead.

"Yes," I admitted. "But I'd have to ask Luna," I added to deflect away from the question.

"You're going to be popular here," was Julie's reply and then she turned to head back to the bar. I watched her ass until my view was blocked and then returned my gaze to the stage. There was one new dancer and one that had been on the stage had begun circulating around the tables looking for customers. I hoped she wouldn't make it to my booth before I had a chance to drink my second drink and have enough liquid courage to take a seat by the stage. I noticed Julie serving a couple of drinks to two older men at a table. Both put tips into her cleavage. She didn't seem to mind. She then brought me my drink. She set her tray on the booth table and leaned forward giving me a better look at her tits. She then took the bills from between her breasts and transferred them to a pocket in her shorts.

"Occupational hazard," she told me. "It will get worse when it gets crowded later."

I started to get out a $5 bill and she repeated the line the bartender told me about not worrying about it and that it was on Luna's tab. I thanked her and she returned to making her rounds. I saw the dancer who had been on stage was now grinding on a guy's lap. He was sitting on his hands the way Luna made me. I thought back to the feeling of her handcuffs and her wet pussy rubbing on my knee. I doubt this guy would have the same experience. But he seemed happy.

Soon after Luna appeared. Her casual look had transformed into one of pure sex. Another woman was with her, the aforementioned Kitty, the owner of the club. Luna made the introductions and then headed to the stage. Kitty looked to be in her 40's and was dressed surprisingly professionally compared to the other women in her employ. Her look was a bit road worn as if she had a lot of experiences. Of course I was dressed professionally as well, but I still felt like a slut waiting to be used. Kitty asked if she could join me and I naturally agreed. Anything to delay the inevitable move to the front of the stage was good with me.

We didn't talk much. It was tough given the volume of the music, but she was friendly. I wondered if she was into women and if she and Luna had hooked up. I got a vibe that Carol and Julie probably had both been with Luna. My fantasy brain was picturing all the women just teasing the men and then having a big orgy after the club closed. I was sure they didn't all swing that way, but it was a nice thought. My attention was drawn away from Kitty when Luna hit the stage. The attention of every man in the place, except probably the one getting the lap dance, was drawn to Luna.

"Go ahead down there," Kitty said to me. "I'll watch your drink and your purse."

So with a handful of $5 bills and a headful of lust, I took my seat on sniffers row. With my legs hanging over the stool, I thought back to riding the dildo on the exercise bike. I could do the same thing here. Of course having a bunch of horny guys looking at me fuck myself would make that impossible, but I knew how great my ass looked in these pants and I secretly got a thrill thinking they were looking at me. OK, glanced at me. They were looking at and lusting over Luna.

The basic routine was the dancer stayed toward the middle and worked the pole during her first song while she slowly lost her costume. The second song and the start of the third was working in front of the guys (and me) trying to earn a tip. I would be happy to them. I could already tell the dancers were earning their keep. I sat at the far end of the stage, near where the dancers would exit to go work the tables. Luna had just finished her first solo dance and was starting to work the rail. The other dancer was in front of the guy to my right. I won't bore you with what he looked like, but I'll say this was probably the only place he could lust after a beautiful woman. The woman however was quite beautiful. She was petite with small breasts, but was lean with the look of an athlete. That wasn't a surprise given her chosen profession. What struck me was the youthful look of her face. She looked innocent and younger than I'm sure her actual age. Suddenly I remembered Luna telling me about Faith and wondering if that was her. She had a couple of $5 bills stuck into her garter and when she pulled it back for the guy to my right to tip her, I saw him slide in a $10. She smiled and I saw her mouth "Thank you daddy," to the guy. He beamed with pride. I knew it must be Faith, the one with mommy issues Luna had told me about. Apparently she had a daddy thing too.

She gracefully flowed over to me and began her short tip performance. I'd noticed this involved some twerking, a bit of shaking her ass in a doggie style position and then kneeling in front of the guy thrusting her hips toward him. She stayed about a foot or 18 inches away, but he would get a nice close view of her and imagine fucking her. I'm sure she made very good money. Although only four of the ten stools were filled now, I assumed that in an hour or two they would be full.

At first, during her twerking, she didn't seem to notice I was a woman and was dancing just like she had for the three guys. But as she transitioned into her doggie style maneuver it was like she recognized I was different and smiled. I suppose dancing for a woman was exciting to some of the girls instead of having a steady diet of sweating men. At first I didn't realize it, but her butt was significantly closer to me than it had been to the man on my right. Of course he was now focused on Luna and when she might get to him to notice that this girl was giving me a much better show.

When she spun around and started her crotch thrusting finale, let's just say she was close enough that I could see the sweat on the front of her g-string. Or maybe it was a different fluid. I hoped that was the case. I was ready to grab her and bury my face between her hard thighs. In addition to being up close and personal, she also danced for me longer than she had the other guys. Again I doubted any of them noticed, as they were all salivating over Luna, but she had my attention and when she finally pulled her garter over to allow me to tip her, a $20 bill found a new owner. She seemed genuinely surprised and before he left the stage she asked if I wanted a lap dance.

"Not just yet," I told her. "What about a VIP later?"

I suppose the girls were used to having to work the guys pretty hard to get them to part with $100 for a dance when they could just watch the stage or pay $20 for a lap dance. This girl, I was pretty sure it was Faith, seemed surprised I would just offer it to her. Of course she accepted. I didn't need to look at Luna just yet so I followed Faith's ass into the table area as she began to work the crowd. When Luna made it down to me, all the guys were watching both of us. I was already wet from having the seam of my pants rubbing my pussy, but Luna's dance, like Faith's before her, had my arousal levels building rapidly. I didn't even look at the new dancer on the stage until Luna, pretending not to know me, pulled her garter to the side for my tip. She already had fifty dollars and I added five more. I admit this wasn't because he wasn't worth as much as Faith, but I kind of wanted to tease her a bit since she had edged me all day. I didn't get the impression that she minded.

I stayed in the sniffers row for four more dancers. Julie appeared with another drink without being asked. I made a mental note to be careful not to get drunk. I was scoring the dancers on how much I lusted after them and also tried to guess which ones might be into women. I knew I wanted to take faith into the VIP room and Luna had told me to bring enough money for a second VIP dance. I definitely wanted someone who would be into dancing for a woman in hopes that the bump and grind might become a bump and cum. When I returned to the booth I was surprised to see Kitty was still there. There was also a "Reserved" sign sitting on the table. I guess this would be my home for the evening. Faith was giving a lap dance to a lonely looking guy and Luna was entertaining the only table with four guys at it. I had not seen them come in before. They looked like they were celebrating something. I had no doubt one or more of them would pay the price to see her in the VIP.

After Faith finished her lap dance, she approached my booth. Kitty told me she had to return to her office to go over last night's receipts. I had forgotten this was a business. As she slid out of the booth she took my hand and indicated I should slide out too. I wasn't sure what she was doing but she pulled a chair out from a nearby table and told me to sit. When I did, she told Faith to "Give her one on the house."

Faith began swaying to the beat, now clad only in her g-string and garter of cash. When Kitty was out of earshot I told her I was happy to pay. She moved closer to me and put her arms on my shoulders and her hands around the back of my neck. Her lips were close enough I could have easily kissed her. But I knew that was against the rules. I opened my mouth to say something. Anything. But I couldn't and instead she said, "Don't worry about the money. Let me take care of you."

I'd seen her dance with her back to the guys who had paid for lap dances. She would grind her perfect ass on their laps and I'm sure they got erect and if they had not been sitting on their hands, they probably would have reached around and grabbed her tiny breasts. It wouldn't surprise me if they had cum in their pants either. I know one of them headed right to the bathroom after his song was over.

I finally found my voice. She was still holding my neck, bent over at the waist and rocking her hips back and forth as if in slow motion compared to the beat of the music. "Should I sit on my hands?" I asked her.

"Out here yes," she told me. "I wouldn't mind you touching me, but I wouldn't want to give the guys the wrong idea about what is acceptable."

It was a bit awkward to move my hand given her position holding me, but once I did, she sat down on my lap. Facing me. I'm sure the guys were jealous of that. She then grabbed the back of my chair. Had she been taller, her breasts would have been in my face. I would have liked that. But instead we were pretty much face to face. That was good too.

"Tilt your head back," she told me and I did. She then began licking my neck. That drove me wild as she also began grinding on my lap. Had I been wearing a dress that would have felt good enough, but with these tight pants, the feeling was exquisite. It was only moments before I felt my pussy lubricating. I wanted her. I wanted her badly. I couldn't tell if she was trying to make me cum or make herself cum. Maybe it was both of us. When she threw her own head back and moaned, much to the delight of the male audience watching us instead of the other dancers, I decided she was "dancing" for her own pleasure. But then a bad thing happened. The song ended and without a word, Faith stood up and walked to another table where the guys all had their money out. I suppose I can't blame her since I was a freebie. Actually I think I was a marketing tool for her. My pussy was pulsating and I needed relief.

Kitty was gone so I moved back to the booth to watch Faith and Luna ply their trade. I watched a couple of girls on the stage as well, although I didn't go back to sit up close. My nipples were rock hard and I tried to discreetly rub them, but I got caught by a couple of men stealing glances at me so I stopped. I probably shouldn't have cared if they watched, but I didn't want them to come over and hit on me. Finally Luna finished up, unable to convince anyone to go into the VIP room and headed toward me. I had noticed she had a look of disdain on her face when she left the table, probably because she thought she deserved a couple hundred more dollars, but by the time she reached me, she was smiling.

"I didn't get to watch you and Faith," she said. "Did you enjoy her?"

"God yes," I replied. "But she left me hanging. I desperately need to cum."

"Don't worry. I'm going to fuck you again when we get home," she told me.

"That's awesome," I replied. "But I need to cum now. Can I go into the bathroom and jill off?"

"There's a problem with that," she said with a wry, knowing smile on her lips.

There was a pregnant pause in the conversation as I thought about what she said. I should have facepalmed myself. "Of course there is," I said. "You have not cum yet. Come with me and I'll get you off first."

Luna held out her hand and took mine pulling me gently up from the booth. I felt squishy with anticipation. She told me to grab my purse and instead of leading me to the bathroom, she guided me toward the stage. When we got near the steps, she pulled me into a tight embrace and whispered in my ear, "The bathroom is nasty. But we have a room for this type of activity. It's clean and more private."

Luna then grabbed her outfit that she had taken off during her routine, leaving it at the edge of the stage, and led me down a hallway where the dancers came out to perform. The din of the music faded as the hallway turned a couple of corners. Soon I could see into a dressing room where the dancers had large lit mirrors where they could do their make-up and I saw lockers where I assumed they kept their street clothes and personal belongings. There were a number of dancers I had not seen getting ready. But that wasn't our destination.

Next to that room was an unlabeled door. Luna opened it and ushered me inside. There were two padded benches, one on each side of the long narrow room. Sitting on one was an older red headed woman. She was dressed in the stripper clothes I had come to expect, only her hand was rubbing her pussy through her g-string.

"Hey Sapphire," Luna said. "Do you want my pet to do that for you? She's new to eating pussy and I want to get her some experience."

I looked closer at Sapphire's face. I could tell she had painted over some wear and tear with heavy make-up trying to look younger. I also could tell she was very turned on by rubbing her pussy. The room had an arousal smell hanging in the air. I realized Luna just offered me to her, a stranger to me, but what I really wanted was to press Sapphire's g-string to my nose and masturbate myself.

"Thanks for the offer, Luna," she said. "You always find the hot ones. But I've got a nice buzz working and I'm going to get on stage before it fades. Maybe later."

"OK," replied Luna. "She'll be here for a few hours."

As Sapphire walked out of the room, Luna took off her own g-string, handed it to me and then sat down and spread her legs. I didn't wait for permission to press her wet garment to my nose.

"There is time for that later," Luna said. "But now I need to cum. Get to work."

I had assumed Luna had cum while grinding herself on the guys. But apparently she had not. And while her g-string was wet and I detected a smell of sweat mixed with arousal, I didn't get a taste of her glorious girl cum. Maybe I overestimated her enjoyment of grinding on guys because of how horny she was when she got home. I pulled her g-string from my nose. It was much better to get that straight from the source anyway, so I quickly dropped to my knees and crawled between her legs.

"Some of the girls like to tease themselves before going on stage," Luna explained. "This room offers more privacy than the dressing room, although some girls just do it there. To borrow a porn term, this is the fluffing room. Tonight you're the fluffer."

I didn't respond as my mouth was busy. My primary concern was getting Luna off and secondarily, getting myself off, although it sounded like that may be a while. My secondary concern was why my knees were sticking to the floor. This may be the room where the dancers got themselves in the zone, but they might also be doing more than dancing for the guys. I decided it was best to focus on Luna and not what else happened in this room.

Fortunately she was at least a bit excited from her first circle through the bar and her juices were quickly copious. I knew she would be relatively easy to bring to climax. That's not to say I didn't give her my best effort, just that I wouldn't be too celebratory when it happened. I was starting to understand why she masturbated at home on her work nights. If she danced a couple more rounds and didn't have me here to get her off, she must be pretty worked up when she got home. OK, so I tried to make myself a little more important in this story. She was holding my head and grinding on my face more than I was licking her. When she climaxed about two minutes later, I really had not done much. But I still loved it. And when I rocked back into a kneeling position, my face glistening with Luna's nectar, I saw another dancer in the doorway watching us. I didn't know what to do so I stayed where I was. Luna was panting, but soon recovered.

"Hey Jazmine," she said. "Charlie here has agreed to be our fluffer tonight if you're so inclined. She needs practice eating pussy."

"Is Charlie a woman?" she asked. At first I was offended, but then I realized I was wearing pants and my breasts were hidden by this man's shirt. They probably get their share of cross-dressing men here so I guess the question was more innocent than distasteful.

Luna chuckled. "Her real name is Charlotte, but she answers to Pet."

"In that case, sure," Jazmine replied. I watched her take off her g-string and sit down on the bench opposite Luna. I turned and crawled over to her.

"Welcome to my pussy, Luna's pet," she said. Her voice sounded sultry all of a sudden. I suppose that was her performance voice when she was trying to convince men to open their wallets. She wasn't wet yet. I suppose that was why she was here. I could see the advantage of having your arousal scent filling the nostrils of the guys. I did my best to make sure she was ready to perform. I expected to earn another discharge on my mouth, but Jazmine only let me pleasure her for a couple of minutes. She was plenty wet now and she smelled divine. But as she explained to me, she didn't want to cum yet.

"Maybe you can finish me later," she said while she patted me on the head.

Fortunately a fluffing line was starting to form as the other dancers headed to the stage or came back from dancing. Some wanted to orgasm, some just wanted me to arouse them. But all but one were delicious. One pussy was noxious, but I did my best to service her as well. Let's just say she left a bad taste in my mouth.

Luna retrieved me at some point. She looked like she was ready to hit the stage again. I'm not sure how long I had been the fluffer or how many girls I had serviced. Needless to say, I was even more desperate to cum than before, a situation I emphatically told Luna about. She smiled and said, "I think I can help you with that," although her tone had me wondering if I really wanted her help. She led me to the dressing room. It was empty except for two dancers who were airbrushing brightly colored body paint on each other. OK, that is weird, but whatever. Luna went to her locker and retrieved her bag. She then told me to give her my cell phone and to pull down my pants. My nervousness returned.

I took my cell phone out of my back pocket. Given how tight my pants were, it was a challenge. I handed it to Luna and then unbuttoned my pants. They were just as hard to pull down as they were to pull up. Luna laughed as I struggled. The other two dancers, who had been ignoring us, suddenly found my exertions amusing. They stopped their preparations to watch what Luna was doing.

"Instead of down, just take them off since this is so hard," Luna said. "You should use the bathroom as long as we have gone through this.

By using the bathroom I hoped she meant to get myself off, but I doubted I would be that lucky. No, she meant pee. I was pleased to see that the employee bathroom in the back was actually clean and quite nice. After Luna had warned me that the customer bathroom was dreadful, I was worried. But that isn't important. What was important was that Luna was waiting for me with what I guessed was a Lush vibrator from the credit card charge I saw before. That meant it was remote controlled. As she slid it into my needy pussy, I felt it find a home against what I remembered was my g-spot. That excited me. But she didn't turn it on. She had me put on my pants again.

She then tapped a couple buttons on my phone and then handed it back to me. Her phone then chirped with a text message. I just stood there confused. I watched as Luna then tapped out a text message, although I didn't know who she sent it to. She then put her phone back in her locker and said, "Come with me." The two other dancers never said a word as Luna led me out of the dressing room. The vibrator filled me nicely, but it didn't move around much as I walked. I was thinking it would be like Ben Wa balls as I moved. For the record, I'd never used Ben Wa balls but I'd read about them and was interested in trying them. But I digress.

Luna told me to take the stool nearest to the exit of the stage like I'd done before. I saw two of the dancers that I had fluffed on the stage. When I sat down, I saw Luna standing by the stairs waiting to go on. I also saw her nod, and the Lush sprung to life. I gasped. And then it stopped. I had gone from voyeur to panting in under 5 seconds.

"Have fun Pet," Luna told me as she ascended the stairs. I was focused on her ass as she walked across the back of the stage when the vibrator turned on again, this time at a low level. I looked around the room. Somebody had to be controlling this thing. All the guys were focused on the stage and Julie and Carol were still slinging drinks. The speed of the vibrator started building slowly. I didn't think I could survive until Luna returned and I could ask her for permission to cum. Whomever was controlling the Lush could force me to cum at any time. The ramp up reached 100% and my primary focus, beyond fighting the urge to climax, was to keep everyone else from knowing what was happening. Fortunately the vibe didn't stay at 100%, at least I thought it must have been 100%. A few seconds later it slowed back down almost to nothing. But that brief cycle had me dripping with need. This thing was diabolical. I suppose I could have run to the bathroom and got myself off, but I knew that would disappoint Luna. If I did that, she might release me as her pet. I'd have to tough this out until Luna's game played out.

Jazmine finally reached my end of the stage. The smile on her face told me she knew exactly what was happening to me. To say I was lusting after her as she danced almost against my face was an understatement. The vibrator kept changing speeds throwing me off, but never stayed on high enough to bring me to climax. I was panting again as I struggled not to cum. I was watching Jazmine but I was dreaming about Luna. I anticipated she wanted me to cum for her and that whomever was controlling the Lush knew that too. Then I realized who was missing from the room. Kitty. She must be controlling me from her office. I didn't understand how that was possible, but it was the only thing that made sense.

I didn't recognize the next dancer after Jazmine had exited the stage, but I certainly enjoyed watching her. I was trying to do anything to distract myself from the buzzing between my legs, but that was clearly impossible. Even at the low speeds I could feel my orgasm building. Luna was next and I was fighting not to climax until she could be my trigger. But then the vibe turned off. I wasn't sure if I should celebrate or cry.

The dancer I didn't recognize exited the stage, stopping at my stool to give me a hug. "You're fucking hot," she told me. "I'm looking forward to what Luna is going to do."

That scared me and I wasn't comforted by her leaving me to go work the tables. Luna, having finished with the guy next to me, came down the stairs instead of dancing in front of me. Maybe she was going to take me backstage or at least to the VIP room. Nope. Instead I saw her grab a tuxedo jacket with tails that had been hung on a hook next to the hallway. Also hung there was a fedora. I watched with interest as she put on both. There was also a bar height stool which she picked up. She then walked over to me and said, "Let's go. If you want to cum tonight you'll play along."

I then heard Kitty's voice over the speakers. "Gentlemen, the Itchy Kitty is proud to present Luna and her pet Charlie in their tribute to filmmaker Adrian Lyne."

Luna started walking up the stairs carrying the stool. I was frozen and unable to move. She then looked back with a stern look. I knew that look. I slowly followed her onto the stage utterly humiliated knowing Kitty was going to make me cum in front of the crowd.