Chapter 24

Monday, October 18, 2021

The last week has been torture, the only term that describes it. I haven’t been able to sleep, it’s been with me every second of every day. My nights at the club have been excruciating.

Saturday night, my last dance, my customers all night had been exemplary; four times - young, sexy, wanting to have fun with the pretty stripper girl, and they had, leaving me gasping so many times, my body letting it happen, no matter how strong the stimulation, no matter the intensity of the pleasure, my body refused to allow itself to go over the edge.

It was like a supreme thirst, deprived of water for days, even weeks on end, the thirst building day after day on a hot, desert island, mouth dry from weeks of thirst, and then, a beautiful, cold spring suddenly appears, the cold, clear water bubbling from the ground ... and as I lowered my parched mouth to the water, discovered it to be protected by an invisible, impenetrable force field, thereafter, being forced to watch the water flow away, unable to reach it, day and night, on and on...

Until that last dance, Katie, Jodi, and Carolyn, the latter two, girls who had been hired well after me, the three of them had plotted and planned. The club was completely full as it normally is on Saturday nights, and my wrists were handcuffed to the ends of the six-foot pole suspended from the ceiling in the center of the stage, my legs shackled to the floor several feet apart, naked, spread-eagled, the same as that other night, the night I met Okimoto. Except they’d refined it, so they could raise the pole, stretching out my body, nearly lifting my feet off the floor so I virtually couldn’t move.

I thought that I had an idea what was coming. I was wrong.

Katie, unknown to me, had been shopping. She’d bought nipple arousal cream, nipple clamps, and things called Pleasure Dome Stimulators for nipples and skin. They began with the arousal cream on both my nipples and my pussy lips, and then the stimulators, sucking my nipples, followed by the rotating nubbins between my legs. Back and forth they went, one of the girls holding the stimulator, sucking at a nipple, the other tormenting my pussy lips with rotating nubbins.

I was naked and writhing, held in place by the handcuffs and shackles, the sensations inside of me had exploded like Mt St Helens.

Then the clamps on my super-sensitive nipples, painful, and yet ... indescribably delicious, and attacking the rest of my body with both the stimulators, leaving me panting trying to breathe, my body pulling at the restraints, my pussy finally fallen over the precipice, the orgasm only to be ruined by the electroshock, the wrenching pain short yet excruciating, only long enough to spoil the orgasm that had been so near yet so far.

And then they’d taken the nipple clamps off ... fuck!!

That had been my fate that Saturday night, the relief that I had craved for so long jerked away at the last instant, ruined by what had felt like a thousand volts invading my pussy.

It was like the force field protecting the water had finally, at last dissipated, I could drink! Except the ice-cold water had just as suddenly turned to boiling...

I don’t even know if any of that makes sense, my mind was in such a dazed state of mind, a muddled mess.

And Sunday night, I was back in the club, taking off my clothes once again, escorting customers to the privacy of the back rooms, my body still reeling from the night before.

Monday was my single day of reprieve. It was the day that Sakura emailed the video files from the previous Monday’s shibari session, one for Katie and one for me. After the gym with LeAndra, we watched them together, hers then mine, in her bedroom, on her fifty-five-inch television. I lay on her bed in a fetal position, moaning, my hands between my legs, pressing against the bare skin of my pussy, desperate for release from my prison.

After watching my naked self being tied and tormented, I forwarded Sakura’s email to my husband for his viewing pleasure.

I still had two weeks and one day before my release, fifteen more agonizing days and nights.

I had been in contact with April, and Katie and I were invited to dinner that night.

I couldn’t get Robert and my last visit with them out of my mind, it was the night that the studio had sprung this new movie on Robert and me. We’d ... let’s just say that Alan’s dick had felt so good inside me that night.

Katie and I had talked about what to wear to Alan and April’s, two giggling school girls getting ready for their first date, outfit after outfit tried and discarded, first at her apartment, then mine. I’d told Katie that with these friends, it was entirely possible that we could end up naked before the evening was over. I hoped that we would, hoped to see Alan Ryder fucking my friend, wondered if she’d ever had an Alan Ryder-sized dick inside her.

Katie wore her denim thong and silver-metallic crop top. I wore an outfit that Brandon had bought me, a short leather skirt with about a two-inch gap on one side, a golden colored satin g-string under, and a leather bra-top matching the skirt that my tits were constantly threatening an escape from.

I worked on my makeup, just a pinkish blush and shadow, my favorite red lipstick and gloss.

I drove, getting more and more nervous the closer we came. I knew I should have called them much sooner, like two months ago, the night I’d arrived in Tampa.

I needn’t have worried, as soon as we arrived, both Alan and April were outside, greeting us, hugging me practically before I was out of the car. “Alan, April, this is my very close friend, except that I hate her just sometimes...” thinking of Saturday night, “Katie. She was there when I needed a friend and has been ever since.”

Both hugged Katie and a moment later we were inside, my friends staring at me. “You’ve changed so much,” April noted, “that surgery, wow, just wow! Your tattoos, the piercings ... and your body, how it’s ... you look more like a twenty-year-old!” April gushed. “You look younger than me,” she added, “and I’m not thirty yet.”

I was blushing, reveling in her raving.

“I fixed salmon,” Alan changed the subject, “I know how much you like it. And she’s right, you’re changed a lot. You’ve always been beautiful, but now...”

“A husband who cooks ... and compliments,” April said, “I love it.”