Chapter 3: Janet

Across town, Julie’s husband Sam was sitting in an exclusive club with Tom and a woman he had just met called Janet. It was a special club for members and their guests, and Janet was one of the owners of this mysterious place. Sam found Janet extremely attractive. She had short, blonde hair and appeared to be about thirty-five years old. She told them that her husband was away on business a lot and so she had to find other things to do. So she joined this club that organized live sex shows every Friday night for its members drawn by lot. Janet had a dominant personality and did most of the talking that night. She asked Sam directly if he was interested in interracial sex, because if he was, he was in for a special surprise tonight.

Janet: “Sam, let me ask you directly - have you ever thought about interracial sex? Is that a fantasy of yours?” Sam: “Um, I ... I don’t really know. It’s never really crossed my mind, I guess. Why do you ask?”

Janet looked Sam straight in the eye and said bluntly, “I heard your wife has a date with a black man tonight. Is that true?”

Sam was surprised that Tom had told him that and replied, “Yeah, Tom told me they were out having a nice evening with his wife and a guy who just got back from Iraq a few weeks ago.”

Janet continued, “Do you trust your wife enough to allow her to go out with other men? Especially with a black guy you don’t know, even if he’s your buddy’s wife’s boyfriend?” Sam replied, “I trust Tom’s wife Becky not to let anything happen. Besides, I’ve been told that one of the men is a close friend of Tom and Becky’s.”

Janet didn’t react immediately, but looked at Sam: “Why don’t we continue chatting in a more private atmosphere?” Sam replied: “Um, okay. Where are we going?”

Janet: “Just follow me. Tom, are you coming too?”

Tom: “Of course, Janet.”

Janet rose from her chair and led the two men from the main area of the club to a discreet door at the side of the room. She pulled a small, shiny card from her pocket and held it up to an electronic reader. The door opened silently and she beckoned Sam and Tom in.

Janet: “This way, it’s not far.”

The three of them entered a sparsely lit corridor whose walls were covered in soft, velvety fabrics. The sound of the music from the club became more subdued the further they walked. Small LED lights flashed along the edges of the corridor, pointing the way to a spiral staircase that led upstairs.

Sam: “Wow, it looks completely different here than downstairs.”

Janet: “This is the private area of the club, for special guests only. We can talk here undisturbed.”

They climbed the spiral staircase and reached the second floor. Janet led them to a massive door made of dark wood, on which hung an elegant brass sign with the words “Private Lounge”. She pushed the door open and let Sam and Tom enter.

The lounge was luxuriously furnished. Deep, burgundy leather sofas were arranged in a U-shape around a glass table on which champagne and snacks were already waiting. The walls were adorned with abstract artwork and in one corner, upbeat music played softly from hidden speakers. A sparkling chandelier hung in the center of the room, providing subdued, sensual lighting.

The room was open and looked directly down into the club, you had a perfect view of the stage that was being prepared.

Janet: “Have a seat, please. Would you like a drink?”

Tom: “Yes, a glass of something special would be great.” Tom said with a wink.

Sam, who hadn’t really noticed: “For me too, please.”

Janet poured them both a glass and sat down between them on the sofa. She raised her own glass and toasted them. Sam noticed a strange glass on the table. It seemed to contain a viscous, transparent liquid, almost like a gel.

Janet: “To new experiences and exciting nights.” Janet interrupted Sam’s thoughts.

Sam and Tom clinked glasses with her and took a sip. The atmosphere in the lounge was relaxed. Janet looked deep into Sam’s eyes and placed a hand on his thigh.

Janet: “Sam, I want you to relax and enjoy this night. There are no rules here, only possibilities. All you have to do is let yourself go and enjoy the journey.”

Sam nodded in confusion, his heart beating faster. Janet’s gentle touch, the drink and the sensual surroundings slowly eased his tension.

Janet smiled and leaned towards him, whispering softly in his ear, “Are you ready to experience something really special?” Sam looked at her, his eyes full of anticipation and uncertainty, and then replied softly, “Yes ... I think so?”

Janet: “Good, then let’s get started.”

Just as she said it, the lights in the club dimmed and a voice rang out from the speakers: “Ladies and gentlemen. We now begin our first show of the evening with our performers Carla and Henry.”

A spotlight illuminated the small stage in front of them, and two figures stepped out of the darkness into the light. Sam saw a tall, slender black man and a petite dark-haired woman, perhaps in her late 20s. Applause filled the room as the couple stood in the center of the spotlight holding hands while two men placed a large bed on the floor behind the couple.

The announcer continued: “May I introduce: Henry, who is six 196cm tall and has a 22cm long and 9cm thick cock, as you can see. This is his second appearance at our club. And this here is Carla, who is 160cm tall and has been married to her husband Bill for nine years. They have two children. We’re going to fulfill Carla’s fantasy, they got lucky and were drawn to have her perform with Henry tonight. And now let the show begin.”

Sam sat in his seat and watched as the black man embraced the white woman on stage and they began to kiss. Suddenly, a large plasma screen above the stage came on and showed close-ups of the man’s tongue probing around in the woman’s mouth. Sam saw a white middle-aged naked man enter the stage and sit at the edge of the bed, watching the couple kiss. The black man ran his hands over the woman’s ass, touching her all over as they continued kissing.

Janet leaned over to Sam and whispered, “That man there is her husband and he has a fantasy of having his wife fucked properly by a black cop.” Tom leaned over to Sam and said, “This will be better than the videos I gave you to watch.” Those words immediately triggered something in Sam.

Sam suddenly remembered the videos Tom had given him weeks ago. Those videos had kept him up all night, playing through his mind like a song you can’t get out of your head. These “videos” had worked on his psyche and shaped it without him even realizing it.

Janet watched Sam’s reaction. She knew for a fact that he had been watching these videos for weeks, not having a clue what he was doing to himself. She could see the confusion in his eyes, a mixture of excitement and bewilderment. She decided to seize the moment and approach Sam directly to manipulate him further.

“Sam,” Janet said in a quiet but firm voice. “I can see that this really appeals to you. Would you like to tell me what’s turning you on right now?” Sam winced as if he had woken up from a dream. “I ... don’t know exactly...” he stammered, trying to organize his thoughts.

Janet smiled reassuringly at him as her hand moved gently to his thigh. “It’s all right, Sam. You don’t have to hide anything. Those videos you got from the Tom and watched, they’re like a drug aren’t they? You bring yourself to the brink of orgasm, only to stop abruptly. Again and again, until your desire grows immeasurably.”

Sam’s penis twitched uncontrollably in his pants without him really understanding what was going on. Janet continued as she gently stroked Sam’s erection through the fabric of his pants. “That’s wonderful what you’re feeling right now, you know?” “You brought this on yourself, Sam.” Janet thought to herself.

Janet now took a bolder grip and slowly opened Sam’s pants, gently pulling the zipper down to reveal his bulging hardness. “At some point you only want to watch the scenes where the black cocks dominate your imagination, Sam. It’s like your mind gets programmed to it. Every time you feed yourself those images and scenes, your desire gets bigger and bigger, doesn’t it?”

Sam moaned softly as Janet tightened her grip on his hard penis, her fingers gliding artfully over it. “You understand, don’t you?” she whispered in his ear, reaching into the jar that stood in front of them and catching Sam’s eye. She took a fingerful of the gel and then pulled back his foreskin and massaged his glans with the gel. “Give yourself to it,” she whispered in Sam’s ear.

The trembling that rose in Sam’s body made any thought of resistance disappear. He was lost in the web of lust and manipulation Janet had woven around him, unwittingly a tool in her well thought out game of control and dominance.

Janet, her hand now firmly wrapped around Sam’s throbbing member, leaned forward and whispered again, “Isn’t it exciting, Sam? To know that you are being shaped by these videos? That every thrust, every touch you see draws you deeper into that lust?” Sam’s breathing quickened, his eyes glazed over with excitement and the overwhelming need. Janet took advantage of this moment to prepare him for the final step of her manipulation. She was sure that he would soon have no choice but to surrender completely to her and the club. A will-less instrument of the club members.

She leaned even closer to him, her lips almost at his ear, and whispered, “There’s nothing you’ll want more than to give in to that desire ... Again and again.” Sam nodded weakly, lost in the intense combination of lust and manipulation that surrounded him. Janet knew her game was all but won.

A few moments later, the couple from the stage were now lying on the bed and kissing while the black man massaged her lap and she squirmed under his touch. The woman’s husband watched every move the black man made with his wife and could hardly avert his aroused gaze. Henry began to undress Carla, removing her clothes piece by piece until she lay naked before him. The plasma screen showed detailed images of her naked skin and his hard, pulsating member. With a determined and demanding look, Henry pressed his massive body against Carla and ran his hands over her body, exploring every curve and intimate detail of her form.

Janet, who was still sitting next to Sam, gently stroked his glans and whispered, “Imagine what it would be like if you were down there yourself, with all those eyes watching you and the adrenaline coursing through you. The tension, the excitement - there’s nothing like it.” Sam could feel his arousal growing, his imagination fueled by the scenery on stage and Janet’s intimate touches. On stage, Henry had begun to kiss Carla intensely, simultaneously spreading her thighs apart to expose her wet entrance. The audience moaned and murmured as Henry’s fingers penetrated Carla deeply, making her moan and writhe across the mattress in pleasure and anticipation.

The screen above them showed every movement in explicit detail, nothing was hidden. The camera caught every nuance of Carla’s facial expressions, every erotic moan and twitch of her body. It was a display of pure lust and devotion, a spectacle of eroticism that overwhelmed the senses.

Janet leaned forward again and whispered in Sam’s ear. “Many men fantasize about seeing their wife with another man, especially a black man, just like you’re watching now. Too many men are afraid to address their feelings with their woman and never fulfill that unique fantasy you’re about to see.” She paused for a moment and her voice took on a seductive undertone. “Sam, you’d be amazed at how many women fantasize about having sex with another man. Instead of your wife cheating on you, it’s better to talk about it openly and make it a reality so she can enjoy what comes naturally to us humans.”

As they continued to talk, they watched as the woman on stage began to suck the man’s huge black cock while her husband watched intently. His soft voice could be heard in the silent room as he encouraged his wife to suck the bull’s cock.

Janet squeezed Sam’s glans firmly. “It really turns you on, doesn’t it?”

Sam could only groan out a feeble “yes”.

Janet continued to move her hand over Sam’s hard cock and whispered in his ear. “Sam, I want you to imagine that the woman up there on the stage is your wife and that you’re about to see her giving herself to a black bull. Imagine you’re sitting up there encouraging your wife to really give it to him.” The husband knelt back down and helped his wife to lie down on the bed. He carefully positioned himself between her spread legs while the black cop continued to rub his penis in the wife’s mouth, waiting for the moment when he would take control. The husband leaned forward and slowly began to lick his wife’s pussy, his tongue making her tremble with pleasure. It was a slow, sensual movement that further fueled her lust.

As Sam focused more intently on the scene, he noticed something unusual. The husband was wearing a metallic object around his penis that held him captive and prevented him from getting a full erection. Sam couldn’t avert his eyes. “What ... what is that?” he asked in a faltering voice.

Janet smiled and continued to gently yet firmly stroke Sam’s hard, dripping penis. “This, my dear, is a penis cage,” she explained softly. Her hand movements became more rhythmic as she continued. “A penis cage is used to control a man’s penis and ensure that he can only get an erection on command from his partner. It’s a tool of dominance and control that shifts sexual power.”

As Janet spoke, Sam felt her touch intensify and he breathed more heavily. “The man in the cage has absolutely no control over his own sexual arousal,” she continued, “He can only be let out when the woman or your lover allows him to. It reinforces the power games in the relationship and intensifies the arousal of both partners.”

Janet tightened her grip on Sam’s throbbing penis, her hand sliding gently over the glans glistening with pleasure, eliciting a soft moan from him. “It gives men a special feeling of helplessness and at the same time a deep arousal when they know they are completely at the mercy of their partner’s control and whims,” Janet added. “And for women, there is an intoxicating power to decide when and how their partner is allowed to experience pleasure.

Sam couldn’t help but continue to watch the scene. The husband moved his tongue artfully over his wife’s clit, her cries of pleasure filled the room and her hands clutched the sheets tightly. Janet brought Sam closer to the edge of ecstasy, her movements becoming faster and firmer. “Imagine, Sam,” Janet whispered, “What it would be like if Julie controlled you like this. If you were allowed to serve her lust every second and only find pleasure when she lets you.”

Sam trembled at the thought and with each successive stroke of Janet’s hand as she drove him closer and closer to the abyss of arousal. The mixture of the real scene before him and Janet’s skillful description made him forget in that moment where he was and what he was doing. He was completely caught up in the sensual and manipulative world Janet had created for him.