The Pleasure Box
Copyright© 2025 by Jepasch
Chapter 1: Worst Showgirl of All Time
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 1: Worst Showgirl of All Time - Jana is an art student and urgently needs money. As a dancer, she is no good, or so Ralph, the strip club’s manager, claims. But instead of throwing her out, he shows her his “Pleasure Box”, a device meant to give his private club a unique selling point and at the same time his secret passion project. Only, the project is on the verge of failure. Jana and Ralph both have something to lose. Are they each other’s salvation?
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction BDSM Humiliation Light Bond Exhibitionism Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Sex Toys Squirting Voyeurism Public Sex Porn Theatre
“Okay, that was the worst performance I’ve ever seen on this stage!”
The manager was tall, had broad shoulders, and wore a white shirt without a tie. Blue jeans with it.
His face was distinctive, and he actually didn’t look unfriendly. But now his expression was dark.
“Girl, what was that look supposed to mean? Are you trying to say: Look here, you pigs, is this what you want to see?”
Jana stared at him, baffled.
“No, of course not!”
“You’re on stage for the first time. So I don’t expect you to nail it right away. But seriously: That look was a turn-off. Unless you were performing as a dominatrix. You’re supposed to put on a hot show here. Give the guests a hard-on, not scare them off with your looks!”
Jana was in her early twenties, slender, had short dark hair and small, firm breasts. At the moment she wore a red, very revealing costume made of faux leather and chains and stood on the stage of the strip club Offenbar.
According to her ID, her name was Christiane, but nobody called her that. She hated that name.
As a student, she desperately needed money. And as a last resort, she had thought of a strip show.
Jana wasn’t prudish. She liked sex, when it happened with the right person. However, that was her problem: She never found the right one, not least because she tended toward wet orgasms, which embarrassed her greatly.
“Why don’t you hold a vibrator against your pussy and try to make a sensual face!” Ralph, the manager, tore her from her thoughts and tossed her one.
Surprised, she caught it and looked at it in confusion.
“Girl, what’s wrong? No idea what that is? Should I show you how to turn it on? I still have a lot to do before the bar opens. And I don’t want to waste my time with girls who can’t deliver, got it?”
Jana swallowed and looked at him. Then she tried to smile, turned on the vibrator and ran it down her lightly clad body until she reached her slit. There she paused.
“Come on, shove it in already. Show me something!”
It was as if she’d been doused with ice-cold water. No, she couldn’t do this.
“And goodbye! That’s it, you know where the door is!”
Ralph stood up from his chair, shaking his head.
“Please, I need the money!” Jana pleaded.
“Girl, you can’t dance, which is why you’ve already been rejected by several strip clubs. And you can’t or won’t do sex on stage either. Try starting out as a cam girl. On stage, no, that’s not for you. I think even as a cam girl you’d have inhibitions. You’ve got a stick up your ass.”
“That’s not true, I’m not prudish!” Jana protested. “I’m just not used to presenting myself like this.”
“How, and above all: How often do you get yourself off?”
“Excuse me?” Jana was perplexed. What was this intimate question about?
“You heard me. So?”
“Um, I ... That’s none of your business!” she snapped.
“So you do have a stick up your ass and you’re uptight. Do you ever get yourself off at all?”
Now Jana really turned red. She felt caught out. She had nothing to do with masturbation. She had tried it, of course, but never reached a climax that way. She only got an orgasm when she was stimulated by others. Best of all when she was even helplessly tied to the bed. She liked the feeling of being helpless and defenseless. Then she could completely surrender to the feeling and came in wild waves. She would squirt with pleasure, which however had always turned off her previous sex partners. No one had had fun with her more than once.
“I don’t get an orgasm when I try it myself,” she finally admitted quietly.
Ralph looked at her with awakening interest.
“But otherwise you do? When a man fucks you?”
Jana nodded, somewhat embarrassed.
“Just like that, or does something else need to be involved? A fetish perhaps?”
“A fetish?”
“Yes, do you need something specific to make you come?”
“I love being helplessly tied up,” she suddenly blurted out before she could think. She had never just told a stranger that. It made dating so difficult for her because she thought she was perverted. And she didn’t want anything to do with perverts. That’s why she had avoided the entire BDSM scene so far, even though she read stories about it with interest. Only stories, or even some pictures, created sexual feelings, but brought no release.
Ralph looked at her thoughtfully.
“And then, do you really come? Can you see it?”
Jana took a deep breath. She was literally standing naked before a complete stranger and revealing her deepest secrets. At the same time, she felt surprised at how it aroused her.
“I squirt,” she finally admitted, not without turning red.
“Girl, I think we can do business after all!”
“Come with me for a moment, I want to show you something,” Ralph explained and turned away.
Somewhat confused, Jana stepped down from the stage and followed him to a door where he waited for her. When she reached him, he didn’t open the door immediately, but looked at her seriously.
“I had an idea some time ago, but couldn’t implement it because I was missing a suitable girl. I just want to show it to you, even at the risk of shocking you. If that’s the case, that’s it, and you can leave. You can also leave right now, of course. Because, it’s quite a bit more intense than a simple strip show on stage.”
Curious about her reaction, he waited.
Jana was confused. What was this about? What would be waiting for her behind the door? Was he a total pervert? She wondered whether she really wanted to know what was waiting for her behind the door. On the other hand, she was curious, and not least, she desperately needed money. Finally she nodded.
“I’m curious, show me. If it disgusts me, I’ll tell you directly and leave, okay?”
Ralph nodded as well.
“Good, then see for yourself.”
He opened the door and turned on the light in the adjoining room.
The room wasn’t very large, more like a very spacious storage closet, maybe four by five meters. Everywhere were shelves, full of glasses, cutlery, dishes, towels and table linens, as far as Jana could see. But a large part of the room was taken up by an object covered with a tarp. And that’s exactly where Ralph went now. Without hesitation, he pulled off the tarp and revealed the object. Then he looked at her curiously.
Undecided, Jana examined the cabinet, because that’s what it looked like at first glance.
It was probably made of metal, a little over two meters wide, a good meter and a half high and certainly at least that deep. But she couldn’t figure out the purpose. In front was a horizontal oval hole, about 70 centimeters wide. Behind it, something like a lounger could be seen. The top of the cabinet sloped forward, in the middle was an opening with a glass pane that could be slid open, which Ralph now did. Indeed, Jana could now also see the lounger inside. She couldn’t for the life of her imagine what this was supposed to be.
“What is that?” she finally asked.
“That’s a sex box. A girl lies down in there. The lower body sticks out the front, freely available to anyone standing in front of it.”
When Jana understood what he meant, her knees went weak. He couldn’t possibly be serious, could he? Rising panic and reason fought with each other: Should she run out of the room immediately, or just turn around wordlessly and simply leave? But now both curiosity and a strange pull in her lower abdomen joined in. So she just stood there motionless with her mouth open.
Jana was certain later: If Ralph had taken even one step toward her at that moment, she would have fled immediately.
But he stood quite still, said not a word, and only watched her expectantly. As if he sensed what was going on in her thoughts.
Finally Jana breathed again. She hadn’t even noticed that she had been holding her breath from shock or surprise.
As calmly as possible, she answered: “I’m not a hooker. I also don’t intend to work as a hooker. Why are you showing me this?”
Ralph slowly shook his head. “I wouldn’t ask that of you either. I run a private strip club, not a brothel. If I were to offer prostitution here, or even tolerate it, I would lose my liquor license.”
“What then?” Jana was genuinely curious.
Ralph now looked a little embarrassed.
“To be honest, I’m not entirely sure yet how exactly it should work. It all depends on the girl who would be willing to get in there. What she’s willing and able to do. Can you help me for a moment? I’d like to turn the box so you can see it from behind.”
Completely confused, Jana nodded.
Following Ralph’s instructions, she grabbed hold, and together they pulled the box away from the wall and turned it. It wasn’t particularly difficult, as it obviously stood on wheels. It was just very unwieldy because of its size and weight.
On the back, two doors appeared, which Ralph now opened. Immediately, lighting came on inside.
The entire box was black inside. Brackets were attached at various points. Also, left and right at the top, padded supports that immediately reminded Jana of the leg supports of a gynecological chair. Except that these pointed with the open side downward and had buckles. The lounger, obviously padded with faux leather, was adjustable, had a headrest and supports for the arms on the left and right. The entire top of the box was covered inside with LED lights, which at the moment, however, weren’t all lit. She also recognized two small cameras. The front opening, where the lower body was supposed to stick out, was also padded at the edges.
Straps were attached to the lounger, with which one could be strapped down.
Ralph waited again, said not a word, but only observed Jana’s reaction. She was still undecided about what to make of it. On the one hand, she was disgusted, on the other hand also fascinated and curious. What would it feel like to lie in there?
“So, would you like to lie down in there?” Ralph suddenly tore her from her thoughts.
Jana felt caught and turned red.
“Listen, you need money, that’s why you’re here. I’ll make you an offer: If you lie down in there now, for let’s say: Maximum 15 minutes, without anything happening, just to try out how it feels to lie there, you’ll get 50 euros in cash from me.”
Suspiciously, Jana looked at Ralph. Tried to detect any ulterior motives.
“Why?”
“Well, to get another woman’s opinion on this box. So far, three girls have lain in there, and they felt uncomfortable. If you feel the same way, I’ll probably have to scrap it. Or you can tell me what I would need to change.”
“What happened to the girls?”
“To the girls? Nothing, of course! They were just employees who lay down in there to test how it feels. I’ve already rebuilt the box several times. It’s the fourth version. But because none of the girls felt comfortable in there, I’ve never been able to implement my idea of what I designed it for. Maybe I’ll never find a girl who’s suitable for it, but it’s just a quirk of mine.”
Jana thought it over. 50 euros wasn’t much now, but on the other hand she was practically broke. She couldn’t even afford the bus home anymore and would have to walk across the entire city. Her refrigerator at home was also almost empty. The cost of living had simply become too high. And her parents didn’t support her financially.
Hesitantly she asked: “100 euros?”
Ralph shook his head.
“No. But I’m willing to pay you 75 if you lie down in there for a whole hour.”
“A whole hour?” it escaped Jana. “Why a whole hour?”
“Because that way you can best find out what’s uncomfortable, where it pinches, what needs to be improved.”
She thought it over. Well, if it was just about testing such a lounger, that was okay.
“But just lying in there, you don’t grope me and don’t try to fuck me when I’m lying in there, clear?”
“Just try out how you lie in there. Nothing else,” Ralph agreed with a nod. “Promise!”
“And what will you be doing during the hour I’m lying in there?” Jana voiced a sudden thought.
“Oh, I’ll leave you alone. I still have some work to do in my office.” He pointed to the cameras that Jana had already discovered. “With those I can watch you. Also hear if you say something.”
“If I understand correctly, a girl is supposed to lie down in there, and from outside she’ll be played with, right? So why the cameras? You can see her through the glass pane when you stand in front of it?”
“Yes, whoever stands in front of it sees the girl through the glass pane. But others don’t. That’s why the girl’s reaction is transmitted via camera to large monitors. Also, a camera in front of the box will then record what’s happening there and transmit it to a monitor. The video is also recorded.”
“Recorded? You mean you’ll publish it on the internet?”
Ralph shrugged.
“Possibly, yes. But I’m thinking more of offering it directly to customers for purchase on a USB stick. As a souvenir.”
“But what’s supposed to happen to the girl if she’s not supposed to be fucked? I still don’t understand that,” Jana asked.
“I didn’t say she won’t be fucked. I just said the customers aren’t allowed to fuck her with their cocks. But they’re allowed to handle dildos or vibrators.”
Uncomprehendingly, Jana raised an eyebrow.
“What would a man get out of bringing a woman to orgasm without fucking her himself?”
“The feeling of power. Humiliating the woman, all that stuff. Do I really have to explain this to you? Are you that clueless?”
Jana felt hurt, but only shook her head.
“Alright, that was probably a stupid question.”
“So, what is it, are you getting in now?” Ralph bypassed her answer.
Slowly she nodded again. She looked at the lounger more closely and considered how best to lie down on it. Ralph explained it to her.
“Best if you first climb in bent over. Then you turn around and slip onto the lounger. Then you turn onto your back.”
Awkwardly she followed his instructions. Even though the box had seemed so large and spacious from the outside, it was far less spacious inside. A less flexible or plumper girl would probably have had problems getting in here.
“That’s dumb. The arm support should be swiveling here so you can get onto the lounger better,” she immediately spoke her thought aloud.
“Oh, you’re right, that’s a good suggestion! I should have thought of that myself,” Ralph agreed.
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