Dani's New Movie
Copyright© 2026 by robertl
Chapter 17
Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 17 - Dani's studio wants her for another movie
Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Sharing Wife Watching Light Bond Exhibitionism
Tuesday, early afternoon, August 31, 2021
“What was THAT all about?” Katie asked me after we’d left the parlor where I’d just begun the journey to self-induced chastity.
I looked over at her, “I’m assuming you want a logical answer,” I told her, “and I don’t have one, it’s just something ... I have to do. I guess the closest to logical would be that I enjoy being turned on, that I want to push myself. That time I spent in Montana filming the movie, I’ll have to tell you all about that sometime, but anyway, I was constantly horny, the naked love scenes with Alan Ryder and Josh Brolin, and no one to relieve the pressure with, and I loved every second of it, despite how hard it was.”
“But, but ... after the night we just had, how could you?”
I laughed, “You know what my husband’s doing? Right before I left, he bought this device, it’s called a vice, a male chastity thing, kind of like a cage for his dick. He found it and locked it on himself without me even knowing, told me about it the morning I left, on our way to the airport. He said he wanted to let the pressure build, but wouldn’t have the willpower himself. There are two keys, he wanted me to bring both with me but relented to me hiding one just in case of some emergency,” and I laughed, “He made me promise to never tell him where, and he’s still looking for it, it’s driving him out of his mind.”
“But anyway, don’t you think it’d be fair if I experienced just a little of what he is?”
“Fuck no, I don’t! He did it, not you.”
“You know what, Katie, I think you should do this with me. Remember earlier what I told you about widening my horizons, and you thought it was great? Well, something like this would widen yours too.
She laughed, “Yeah, Petey’d go for that ... NOT!”
We went on like that for the rest of the drive home. I thought that I was beginning to get to her, maybe not though. At least the pain in my pussy was about ninety-percent gone.
One thing I hadn’t planned on was that my income dropped significantly, having to tell my backroom customers that my pussy was off limits. I still made well over a thousand dollars but that was less than half compared to before. Ah well, it was a Tuesday night, which is always a relatively slow night in the club, and even at that, it was more than enough to pay my bills, plus enhance my wardrobe.
The two little studs stitching my pussy lips together, slightly more than four-inches apart, if anything, were sexy-looking, I’ll give them that, and so did Rose and the other girls. Thankfully, no one asked what they were for, I guess, assuming that they were just piercings for jewelry.
Wednesday morning, I called the number for the gym that Okimoto had given us, and spoke to the trainer that he’d recommended, her name’s LeAndra. Okimoto had called her, so she was expecting my call. We set up an appointment at ten that morning and nine on Thursday and Friday, then again, Monday thru Thursday of the following two weeks, all for both Katie and me.
That hadn’t given us a lot of time that morning, but I called Katie to let her know. She groaned at so early in the morning, but agreed it would probably be the best time, it’d give us a little time afterward for ‘whatever’. Actually, I was looking forward to it, I’d gone to another trainer in Tampa when I was here that month with Detective Royer and had come to enjoy it. Those were different, aimed at body toning, and these would be for flexibility in shibari.
By eleven, every muscle in my body hurt. LeAndra, was nothing if not relentless. I’d discovered that even though the surgeon had altered my looks, he hadn’t altered my fifty-year-old joints. Katie didn’t have nearly the aches afterward that I did.
Thankfully, LeAndra was also a masseuse, so it was another hour, a half-hour for each Katie and me. She’d set up the massage sessions after each of our training hours. Smart girl!
Given the massage, I was feeling reasonably fine by my dance time, and no one was any the wiser. Another thing that I realized, which I already knew, I guess, was that it was going to be a lonnnggg week until I could start letting people ‘play’, then another week before it was really healed.
And then? It was a long way off, and I didn’t know, what then?
All I did know was that after two nights dressing sexy then taking it all off, and the back room with lots of naked-me one-on-one, or two-on-one, with lots of tit sucking and body worshipping, I was friggin’ horny! And it had only been TWO nights!
Don’t think that just because I haven’t mentioned my husband for a while that I wasn’t calling him daily. Our phone calls were pretty similar to each other, his day at work, he’s horny and I won’t tell him where the key is. I told him about our little shibari session but not what Mr. Okimoto was planning for Katie and me, only that we’d both loved it and would be going back.
I also hadn’t and wasn’t going to tell him anything about the piercings, the tattoos, or especially the chastity device. Even though I’d expressed confidence with Erin, I was anything but. I know I’ve said why I did it, but deep down, I knew it wasn’t the real reason ... I don’t even know the real reason, just that I had to do it.
I finally broke down and called April too, letting them know that I was in town for my ‘stripping’ experience, and she immediately wanted to know where so they could visit. I very politely asked her not to, explaining that I just wasn’t ready for my ‘other’ friends to see me yet in my new environment.
I did relent though, to meeting them for dinner on a Monday night. I was going to try and bring Katie along with me too. It was nearly football season, and she’d never said a word about her or Petey being interested, so I had no idea if she even knew who Alan Ryder was.
I’m not going to reiterate my experiences of every day, if you’ve read this far, you already know pretty much everything. I’ll only reiterate that my ‘horny out of my friggin’ mind’ factor was increasing daily to the point that it was beginning to dominate practically every minute.
Katie and I had also decided to not mention Mr. Okimoto’s suggestion of the shibari at the club to Jeff, we wanted to keep that part of our lives separate from our ‘careers’.
So, that’s where we were two weeks later when Erin called and said my Vagiblok was in, and we set an appointment to pick it up, and get it ready for use.
Oh, one more thing that I nearly forgot to mention, even though I couldn’t watch his games, I was following the Mariners, and especially Brandon. He’d gone three wins, one loss, since our few days together, twenty-one wins total, leading the league by a big margin. The next highest, I think, was fifteen wins by some guy, I have no idea who, not that it matters.
And the Mariners had a solid lead in the American League West, so should be nearly a lock to get in the playoffs for a World Series run. Those, I would be able to watch, they’d be broadcast nationally. Except I knew I’d be at the club, probably for nearly every game, I’d just have to take the night off when Brandon was pitching.
After the season, would I see him? I had no idea but hoped so. Even if he does have a ‘girl in every port’, I thought we had something special while he was here.
The other thing, our flexibility training with LeAndra, I was happy with those, getting to the point where I was almost feeling Tara’s age in my bones. I was able to do things, like bend over and put the palms of my hands on the floor without bending my knees, that I hadn’t been able to do for a couple of decades. When I was younger, back when I was a cheerleader, I was, although not a contortionist by any means, but limber, and I felt like I was getting there all over again, not quite up for the splits yet though.
It wasn’t coming without a lot of pain either, those massages after were a godsend. No wonder Okimoto sent us to her.
She’d also said that he’d told her to bill him directly, rather than reimbursing Katie and me.
Tuesday, September 21, 2021, 1:45 PM
Back to my appointment with Erin, Katie went along again, and I think I was even more nervous than I had been getting the piercings. We were in her little ‘office’, and she took out this fancy wooden box, some exotic wood, polished to a perfectly smooth shine, opened it, and inside was a silky, little bag with the Vagiblok inside, all set securely in a form-fitting base.
She slid it out of the bag, and it was beautiful, I could understand why it was expensive, even without the locking mechanisms on the rings. It was rose-gold-plated, and smooth as silk, about half-an-inch wide, and that weird shape she’d shown me that first time.
Alongside it, inside its own bag was the manometer/vibrator, she took out and screwed it into the bottom of the vagiblok. It was ... different looking, about six-inches long, the end split into two for about the first inch, that first inch completely different than the rest.
“The vibrator version is somewhat different from what I showed you,” she explained, “it’s an inch longer and the split on the end, when it’s turned on, it feathers out. I’m told it’s VERY effective, much more so than a normal vibrator, especially in the auto mode in conjunction with the manometer. I’ve wanted to try it at least once, but they don’t send a functioning sample.”
“The shape’s the key,” Erin went on, I think for Katie’s benefit, since she hadn’t seen the display, “other than the locks on the ring,” and she showed them to us, it looked very simple, similar to a necklace clasp, except these will lock in place. “And the hardness, like I told you before, it’s all super-hardened titanium so that even the locking rings are nearly impossible to cut, and I think I also mentioned that it’s all medical grade, so it could even be permanent if you wanted ... not that I’d ever recommend that.”
Erin asked for my phone, and I handed it to her to download the app. “The app has safeguards, you have to enter a PIN then input the time-period twice, then it shows you what you’ve picked and asks you to confirm before it’s activated Then the only way to remove it is to either wait or cut it off, which would be quite a waste of eight-hundred dollars, and like I said, even that’s not so simple.”
“Don’t even tell your husband or boyfriend the PIN,” and she giggled, “especially those,” and she rolled her eyes, “men!” she added.
I could see why security would be paramount.
“You don’t need internet and even if something happens to your phone, either destroyed or lost, it’ll release when the time’s up. Like I said, even after thousands of tests on many, many devices, there’s never been a failure.” she explained, then handed me back my phone.
When I was through, she gave me a little tour of the app, explaining how it all worked. “You ready to see how it goes on, how it feels and how it works?” she asked.
I nodded, sliding my skirt up and pushing my g-string down. Maybe I’ve mentioned it, but I’ve come to wear g-strings on a daily basis, when I wear anything at all under, that is, I was loving how sexy they feel on me, and especially in my current ultra-horny state. It’d been three very long weeks for a girl that’s been used to near-sex on a nightly basis. I’ve been careful to not let myself come in those three weeks too, and I was feeling it, God, was I feeling it!
And finally, I was being given a clean bill of health, my pussy was ready for ... whatever! What I was really craving was to be fucked and fucked hard, Jeremy Grimm hard!
Erin had me sit up on her table and carefully removed the medicated studs, “All looks good, all healed.” Yes! Jeremy, here I come!
She showed me some jewelry I could use instead of the little studs, all medical grade, she said, and I picked out a set of two studs with a little fake red ruby on them. I liked the idea of stitching my pussy lips together with the studs. “These are just jewelry, not locking,” she said, “not used with the Vagiblok.”
“These are the locking ones,” she said, rolling the two little rings through the piercings, stitching my pussy lips together, then clipped the little hole on each end of the Vagliblok over them, similar to a necklace. “They stitch your lips together and hold the Vagiblok at the same time. They’ll come right off until you set the locks, but do NOT set that lock unless you mean it, because it can’t be undone.”
When she was done with both in about half a minute, and the four-inch rod, which was surprisingly contoured precisely to my body, and the six-inch manometer/vibrator were secured between my pussy lips. I felt the little manometer go inside me but after a couple seconds didn’t feel it anymore, like I remembered from the tampons I used to use. She asked how it felt, “A little weird ... but good,” I told her. The smooth metal felt cold for one thing, and I could feel the little bit of stimulation between my lips.
“You want to see how it looks?” she asked, handing me a little round mirror. I held it between my legs and could barely tell there was anything there, the skin of my pussy lips overlapping and hiding it, so that it wasn’t visible except for the four rings. Even when I spread my legs, it was so close to my skin color, you could barely tell, which pleased me. It’ll be important in the club that it not be visible.
“Get up and pull your clothes back on and walk around a little bit.”
So, I did, and ... oh my! “That feels super good,” I told her and Katie.
“Walk to your car and back, make sure it’s okay,” Erin suggested.
Again, I did as she suggested. It didn’t irritate at all with how silky-smooth it was, but I could feel it ... and the ‘feel’ between my lips was really, really good! If I hadn’t already been out-of-my-mind horny...!
“I think I’m loving this just to wear it,” I told her when I was back from the street.
She smiled, “Good, now ... you want to see how it locks? Why don’t you set it for an hour, that’s the minimum, it’ll give you a chance to see how it feels to be locked, even for a little while. And the electroshock, you can turn it on or not. If it’s left off, you can turn it on at any time, but if it’s turned on, it can’t be turned off until the vagiblok releases.”
“Okay, but first ... Katie, will you ... try to play with my pussy, with your finger?” I wanted to see if it really did prevent finger play like the display had, or...
I guess I could have tested it myself, but that wouldn’t have been nearly so much fun.
I felt the pressure, mostly on my piercings, and the rod moving back and forth, but Katie’s finger ... not at all.”
“It won’t...” and she tried again, “that’s so weird, how?” she asked.
She had the same experience I had with that display.
“It won’t let me past, how does it do that?”
“It’s the shape,” Erin explained, “it moves so that nothing can get past, you can’t be penetrated while you’re wearing it. It really is the perfect women’s chastity device.”
So, I opened the app on my phone, held it so neither Erin nor Katie could see, set the timer, then entered my passcode once, then again, saw the on/off next to the electroshock, slid the slider to ‘on’, and hit the lock key. A message popped up ‘WARNING YOU ARE ABOUT TO LOCK THE VAGIBLOK FOR TWO WEEKS’. I Took a deep breath, and hit the lock button again, and I didn’t feel a thing.
“Did it lock?” I asked, looking at Erin.
“Try the clasp,” she told me, “see if either of them will release.”
I sat on her table again and tried opening the rings like I had before. None would open, it was locked on.
“How long did you set it for?” Erin asked, “an hour?”
“Two weeks.”
Katie looked at me aghast, “I thought you said...”
“That I’m horny, that I’m thinking about it like every minute? I am.”
“Then ... why?”
“Because ... I had to. What better time to see what it’ll be like?”
Erin smiled, shaking her head.
“You know we’re going to be doing the shibari thing and how that was, just the one brief time, don’t you? What’s it going to be like...?
“I know, it’ll be hot, especially now,” and I asked Erin, “you ever experience shibari?”
“No, but I’ve wanted to,” she said
So, Katie told her about Okimoto,
That night in the club, I didn’t know if the gods were rewarding or punishing me, the entire night was excruciatingly hot with a capital H. I did five dances, five sexy outfits that I took off, five times in the back room ... and every one was with guys that I’d almost have paid to have them fuck me, even on a normal day.
Hands all over me, kisses that could have melted solid steel, EVERY guy sucking my tits like they hadn’t had any female companionship in months, two of them begging me to come back to their hotel.
And then that last guy, the guy who’d caught my sling-shotted g-string, ‘he’ turned out to be a couple, Taylor and his girlfriend, Jamie, both in their mid-twenties, her looking sexy like she’d just come from a Sports Illustrated swimsuit shoot, and the guy just as good looking.
He’d taken my babydoll off me, savoring the taste of every inch of my body. Jamie asked me to take her dress off as well, naturally nothing under it, pulling my mouth to her tits in the process.
She discovered the Vagiblok in my pussy and couldn’t get enough of toying with it, “This is the sexiest thing I’ve seen in my life,” she’d declared, and her prodding and pulling was driving me out of my mind. God, I wanted those fingers inside me!
She ‘made’ me eat her pussy while her tongue was all over my pussy lips, trying to pry its way through where her fingers hadn’t been able. She screamed out her orgasm with my tongue in her pussy, exactly how I so desperately wanted hers in mine.
She wanted to know all about it so she could get one too, and when I told her this was the first night of my two-week lockdown, she promised they’d be back on night thirteen.
All-in-all, it was my most sizzling night in the club since Brandon Lucas had sat down in my section.
And I was helpless to do a thing about it! If blood could boil, mine surely would.
After the couple left, I sat on the couch, unable to move. My clit was throbbing, my pussy desperate for release, and the fact that it was behind a locked door made it a hundred times worse.
I don’t think I got a minute’s sleep that night. Two. More. Weeks!
Now, I had an inkling what my husband was going through. It was almost enough to relent and tell him where the key was ... almost.
When I woke up the next morning, still lying in bed, I grabbed my phone and looked up the Vagiblok on the internet, I was interested in the toys. Erin was right, there were silicone dildos, several sizes from small up to probably the size of my Alan Ryder dildo. There were vibrators, Ben Wa balls to strengthen muscles, and some other things that looked downright tortuous, all of which would lock in place behind the Vagiblok. I wished I’d brought a credit card from home. Of course, mine, I did have the built-in vibrator, just not the courage to turn it on.
Following all that, Katie and I had another appointment with LeAndra ... followed with Okimoto, our first since that short, first session, and my body was shaking with arousal before we even sat foot in his little studio or whatever you’d call it.
We’d showered at the gym, and I put back on my ‘street’ clothes, a tight, Daisy-Duke pair of shorts and a stretchy blouse.
This time the ‘riggers’ traded, Sakura with me, Okimoto with Katie, and gave each of us a slight bow.
“Would you like to remove your tops?” he asked, “to get a feel for the ropes against your bare skin, it can be quite ... invigorating,” he said.
Katie and I looked at each other, shrugging, and I pulled my top up over my head, leaving me naked on top. I rarely wore a bra anymore. Katie soon followed, and when I began to push my shorts down. “Leave those on,” he said, “save the final disrobing for our exhibition.
Sakura first tied my arms behind my back, similar to how Okimoto had, but different. She had me reach my arms up as high as I could between my shoulder blades, then gave them just a little extra push. Two weeks earlier, I wouldn’t have been able to even come close to how she had pushed them, then tied my wrists together and continued with my lower arms all the way to my elbows, and with a continuation of the same rope, began wrapping it around my chest, above and below my tits so that when she was done, I couldn’t move any part of my arms.
“Don’t forget to talk to me, tell me if anything is excessively uncomfortable, are your arms okay?” she asked.
I nodded, “Tight but okay,” I told her.
And then Sakura did something I wasn’t expecting, she let her kimono drop to the floor, revealing her nakedness, same as me with nothing concealing her small, beautiful body except for a pair of pink panties, her coal-black hair hanging to her waist. She saw my surprised look and explained, giggling, “We are a team, teams should wear a similar costume, should we not?”
Minutes later, my body was swinging freely from the overhead hooks, tied into positions I’d never have even dreamt about, Sakura’s sweet, dainty tits constantly brushing against me, and when she reached above me to adjust the ropes, a nipple ‘accidentally’ pressed into my mouth.
The entire experience was déjà vu, the night before replaying itself in the intensity of my arousal, the need to be released from the bondage I’d set for myself. Yet, I knew there was to be no release, only for the intensity to increase daily, until ... until what? I didn’t even know, I had no one, no one to...
Two weeks!
And the ropes, rough but like Okimoto had said, ‘invigorating’, although I’d have used different words, ‘enticing’, certainly sexy-feeling.
She eventually released me as Okimoto released Katie. “I would like one more session, perhaps Saturday morning? Then you will be ready for the exhibition,” he said, “I hope to have this coming Monday evening, on your day off from your club,” he told both of us.
Katie and I concurred, Saturday morning, nine o’clock, then Monday evening.
Five more nights in the club, one more with Okimoto (or Sakura) and then...? I had no idea how I’d be able to survive.
Wednesday, Thursday and Friday nights in the club were difficult, to say the least. Each night seemed to raise the ante on my libido. My ‘profession’ as a stripper, especially one who enjoyed it as much as I did, didn’t bode well for forced celibacy when my sex drive was on an almost drugged high. At least, thankfully, my after-dance customers were more normal people than any of the five on Tuesday night.
That’s not to say that when undressing on stage or people sucking my tits or their hands and mouths all over my body in the back rooms, that it didn’t ‘do things’ to me.
But even more than any of that, it was the little things that made my body ache with desire; painting on my lip gloss, pulling up my g-string, knowing that in just moments I’d be pushing it back down, revealing my desire to a couple-hundred guests, the feel of my babydoll sliding over my naked skin, just walking out onto the floor, not knowing who might be taking it off me ... It was all driving me mad!
Thank God for my finger that had hit the ‘two’ weeks at the last instant, rather than ‘four’, as I’d intended.
Saturday morning, our last practice with Okimoto and Sakura, again Sakura was my rigger, Okimoto, Katie’s. I noticed then, that while Sakura was very accomplished in tying, Okimoto was putting Katie into much more difficult positions, positions I knew I’d never be able to achieve. Even with the conditioning we were still getting from LeAndra, my body was still not twenty-nine years old like Tara’s ID said.
Again though, Sakura teased and titillated throughout our session, brushing her tits against me, little pinches on mine, her fingers caressing my skin, “I can’t wait,” she told me, “for those shorts to be off, to see what you’ll be wearing underneath.”
Neither could I wait, eager to decide what to wear, eager to see what positions she’d put me in at the real thing ... what else she might do.
One thing I knew though, I was going to be H O R N Y!
Saturday and Sunday nights, two more nights that had left me drained, six naked dances Saturday, five Sunday, every one agonizingly sexy, every visit to the back room unbearably sexy.
I was lying in bed, early Monday morning, my hand between my legs, and all I could do was feel that titanium rod. Monday was the sixth day since I’d pressed that ‘lock’ key, and I’d already learned a huge lesson. There’s a huge difference between simply abstaining and being ‘locked’, a lesson I’m sure my husband had learned very well too. My pussy being locked away from any touch has turned out to be approximately a thousand times worse. It’s been driving me out of my mind, all I could think about, nearly every minute of every day, and EIGHT more days!
Later that morning, I recalled something that I’d nearly forgotten, Bindi, the bombshell lesbian that I’d made out with that night had suggested I look at the October issue of Elle magazine. She said it’d be out late September, so I dressed in a pair of Daisy Duke shorts and a crop top that fell a little short of my navel, a comfy but pretty pair of flats, and walked to Chester’s Grocery just down the street from the apartments.
There, on the cover of Elle, was a photo of Bindi dressed in a beautiful, short robe, everything about her looking perfect. She’d said her wife was a model, no hint that she was, not that I was surprised. I bought the magazine, put it in a little plastic bag, and walked back home, eager to look inside.
Inside, there was an article, ‘Australia Should be so Lucky’, and numerous glossy photos of Bindi, dressed in various outfits, all sexy, revealing lingerie, a matching bra-panty, a babydoll nightgown, and a couple swimsuits, sexy poses, all.
I couldn’t believe that this incredibly sexy, beautiful woman had made love with me, Daniella Shore, a married, high school math and science teacher, turned actress ... turned stripper.
Of course, it hadn’t been Daniella that she’d made love to, she was Tara Reid, stripper. Still, though...
Monday night, September 27, 2021, ‘Okimoto Shibari and Photography’, the exhibition
Katie and I were at Okimoto’s studio at six-thirty, an hour-and-a-half before we were ‘on’ as he’d requested. As soon as we entered, we were escorted into the gym where we’d done our three previous shibari sessions, and we spent the next forty-five minutes going through our stretches as LeAndra had taught us, getting our bodies ready for whatever Okimoto and Sakura had planned.
After our stretches, we put on our makeup and dressed. I did my makeup with special care, the same as I had on our girl’s night out, the lavender, except for my Rose Petal Peach lipstick and gloss.
For some reason, unknown to me, Sakura had asked me to put my hair up in a bun. I liked it but wondered ... I’d have thought she’d want it down and sexy.
I looked in the mirror and oh my, how it brought back the memories of that night and the next morning, how Darren had made love to me. I wrapped my arms around myself and just stood there, looking at my naked body, remembering how it had felt, that last time in the shower, now four weeks ago minus one day, my last time.
Another eight days to go, and then ... release! It felt more like a thousand years.
But tonight, how was I going to ... My nerves and libido were both on stage thirteen alert, my pussy already throbbing, relaying her need to every cell in my body.
The four of us, Katie and me, Okimoto, and Sakura walked through a curtain onto the ‘stage’. Simply a more attractive and larger area similar to where we’d just done the stretching exercises. There were probably thirty or so people sitting on the floor cross-legged around the two tying areas, men and women, mostly looked relatively young, Tara’s age, give or take a little, a few older, maybe even a few Dani’s age.
Okimoto was dressed in a dark green kimono; Sakura, Katie, and me in beautiful, satin, wrap-around, black kimonos, mine and Katie’s fell to about mid-thigh, just hinting at what might be underneath, Sakura’s to her ankles. Mine was decorated with purple lilacs, I guess to match my lilac tattoo, Katie’s with red yellow, and pink roses. We all four gave a slight bow to our audience, and Katie and I stepped to our spaces under the overhead hooks, knelt with our legs together asses resting on our feet, our hands demurely in our laps, back straight, eyes straight ahead as Sakura had shown us. The position would have been impossible for me before LeAndra’s training.
The lights in the room were turned low, with spotlights turned on Katie and me. Sakura had set up six video cameras on tripods, one to each side of each of us, and another from our rear.
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