Dani's New Movie
Copyright© 2026 by robertl
Chapter 25
Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 25 - 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
Monday, October 25, 2021
The last week was reasonably normal. That is, if you consider a fifty-year-old school teacher stripping in a strip club the last two months ‘normal’. But there wasn’t anything in my life unusual beyond that little tidbit. I’d talked to my husband on several occasions, and the Mariners were up on the Dodgers two games to none, Brandon Lucas having won the first, YESSSS! It’s been killing me not to be able to watch.
I’d called April Tuesday morning, and apologized for my breakdown, my temporary insanity. “It will NEVER happen again,” I promised. I also invited the four of them to next Monday’s shibari session at Okimoto’s, to which she responded that she’d plan on it and ask Taylor and Austin.
Let me see, what else? Oh yes, Amanda, my agent called, she said that my contract with Peter, last name I don’t know, Bindi’s photographer, will pay me twenty-percent of all proceeds from the sale of his book and gallery proceeds. Plus, Amanda has veto power over any photo she doesn’t want used, and I am certain there will be several, probably some that Peter will want to use very badly.
I suggested one minor change – in lieu of the twenty-percent, I told her that I’d like to have one finished, uncensored book, featuring whichever photos Peter and Bindi decide. One such book only to be made, or two, if Bindi wanted one for her private collection.
Amanda insisted that it be only one, mine.
One more thing, I’ve been, on average, three-point-seven times hornier than the week before. Just kidding, I don’t actually have a precise number, but every week that goes by, it gets more intense, and much harder to get through the nights at the club. I hardly sleep nights, I’ve been obsessed with one thing – sex, my horny pussy. I can’t even begin to describe what it’s like, the constant need that just grows more and more urgent. It’s now been eight weeks minus one day, eight more days to go!
Even writing this is difficult.
Three weeks until home! God, I miss my husband. I have to admit, though, that I was at least a little afraid. After being Tara Reed, professional stripper for the last three months, what is it going to be like to go back to being Daniella Shore? I’m a different woman now. Perks, yes; my family, my husband, especially Jen, my best friend, except I’ll miss Katie horribly. Also, the never-ending excitement in Tampa, the club, the excitement of being on stage, taking my clothes off, the shibari ... and the back rooms ... oh my!
Exciting as my life had become in the last year, I’ve never felt as alive as the last two-and-a-half months.
Which brings me to the thought that popped into my head at Alan and April’s, I’ve been doing a lot of thinking, and ... no, I’m not going to say anything more about it, not yet anyway. It’s just that it won’t go away, badly as I want it to.
Katie and I have been going to LeAndra for fitness every morning, except Sundays, which I plan to find someone to continue after I return home. I haven’t done all this work to let myself get fat and sloppy. Besides, I’ve come to enjoy it. Hopefully, Jen will have a recommendation.
This evening will, in all likelihood, be my last time with Sakura. At home, I’ll look for a rigger, but the closest I’ve found on the internet are in Yakima or Spokane, eighty and a hundred-forty miles respectively. Maybe I’ll be able to entice someone to come to the Tri-Cities, Jen has the perfect facility for it, even seating where she’s performed. I’m not so sure that I’d want to do it, though, not in my hometown, at least not a public performance ... at least not naked.
Which brings me reasonably up to date. Speaking of Okimoto and Sakura, that last performance is in just a couple hours. I’ve been nervous about this time since I decided what I was going to do, and the fact that Alan, April and the neighbors, Taylor and Austin, will be there has only made my nervousness much worse.
So, I’ll put this down for the moment, shower, do my makeup, and get dressed, then it’s Katie’s turn to take her car tonight.
I’d talked to April Sunday, and they are coming to Okimoto’s, then we’re all going out to dinner afterward, so I wanted to look extra nice. I’d even gone shopping with Katie and bought a dress that I loved, sexy, just not ‘too’ sexy. I didn’t want people to think that April and Alan were taking a stripper to his restaurant.
It’s called a ‘Nude Flow Mini Dress’, a soft pink with embroidered roses, hugging my curves with a soft, silky texture that felt like a second skin when I tried it on. It has a ‘V’ in front, just deep enough to show the butterfly between my tits, then buttons all the way down, and just thin enough to curve around my tits and nipples. It’s just the right length to be decent enough not to look like a stripper’s wearing it, but short enough to show the beginning of the lilac and butterfly on my right hip.
Maybe, as I looked at myself in the mirror, it was just a bit shorter and sexier than I remembered from the store.
For sure, it wasn’t something that Dani would have worn to a parent-teacher conference, but maybe for an evening out to a nightclub, maybe even without a bra if my husband coaxed sufficiently, just a little more under it than the g-string I was planning.
I’ve mentioned before that my panties of choice have changed from my old bikini-panties to either a thong or preferably, a g-string.
I thought the dress would be perfect. Thank you, Katie for finding it for me.
I started with my skin lotion for that all-over softness and slight sparkle, and the slight jasmine scent didn’t hurt, either.
For my makeup, I started with my cheeks, a peach blush, and highlighter to my cheekbones and the bridge of my nose for a little extra glow; a silver eye shadow, with just a little shimmer on my eyelids for that extra sparkle, then my Rose Petal Peach lipstick, followed by a light polish for the shine, and I thought I looked much better than good. If the club has taught me anything, it’s how to use makeup.
I brushed my hair to a soft sheen, then pulled on my pink satin, barely-there g-string and smoky stockings, slipped on the dress and did up the buttons, except the top three, which exaggerated the ‘V’ just enough, my gold-metallic Jimmy Choo stilettos, and looked in the mirror one last time, again liking the girl in the mirror, hardly believing she was Daniella Shore.
I was ready, except mentally, thinking of what I knew Sakura would be doing to me later, what I was going to ask her to do.
I sat down while I waited for Katie and drank a glass of wine, which I’d come to love over the last couple months, for courage. Then, one more.
What I wished I had was one of Alan’s brownies. Yeah, just what I needed ... NOT!
Katie came in ten minutes later, after my third glass. “You ready?” she cheerfully asked me.
I wanted to scream that I wasn’t, but instead, got up and headed out the door with her, my legs feeling like they’d been transformed into jellyfish legs. Good thing she’s driving, I thought.
Katie had a dress on too, except that hers did look more like a stripper’s dress, cutouts everywhere so that it barely hid the important parts.
“You do know we’re going to dinner in a family restaurant, don’t you?” I asked her, jokingly.
She looked down at herself, “What, you don’t like my dress?”
“Oh no,” I told her, “love the dress, just maybe not...”
She laughed, patting her over-the-shoulder bag she was carrying, “The other one’s in here,” she told me. “I just wanted to set the mood before Okimoto gets ahold of me.”
My mind was three thousand miles away on the drive over, having dinner with my family for the first time in three months ... making love with my husband! Three more weeks.
Then we were there, at Okimoto’s, and I was frightened, not just nervous like I had been those other times, but truly frightened. I had been looking forward to tonight, but now...
His parking lot was already filling up, and I scanned the lot, looking for ... and there it was, a baby-blue and white, two-tone Ford King Ranch pickup, Alan’s.
We went in the back door, greeted Okimoto and Sakura with hugs, then to our ‘dressing room’, more like a glorified closet. My heart was pounding as I unbuttoned my dress and slipped it off. My tits were naked, and I exchanged the g-string I was wearing for another, the pearl-string g-string that had been my costume that first day as a waitress. This time, I knew I wouldn’t be taking it off.
Then I put on the short silk kimono robe that had become our tradition, left my heels on, and found Sakura, asking her for just a moment of privacy with her.
This was going to be it, the moment I put my fate in her hands, the unknown.
She argued with me that I must have a safe word and a way out.
“No,” I explained for the third time, “there will be no pain, only potential discomfort, and I don’t want a way out, it’s what I had been intending all along.”
In the end, she went along.
Moments later, Katie and I were squatted in our traditional pose, wearing the robes, and I looked out at Alan, April, Taylor, and Austin sitting in the front row, the worst possible night for them to be here ... or best.
On one side of the small stage, someone sounded the loud gong that Okimoto had installed, something new to signal the beginning of our performance.
Sakura’s cameras were in place as they had been every time, six of them, one in front, to the side, and the back of each of us, the little red signal light showing they were on and recording.
Katie and I stood in front of our riggers. We were the bunnies, the ‘models’. Sakura reached around my waist and untied the sash, letting the robe fall open, then she pulled it off my shoulders, leaving me standing there, naked except for the g-string and heels. It was the first time that Katie and I had worn heels for a performance.
She proceeded to cross my arms behind my upper back, pushing them up just slightly beyond my comfort level and tied them in place, wrapping the rope numerous times around my body above and below my tits. I knew then from experience that she was also putting loops in back for the suspension.
Our four friends were watching with rapt attention.
My pussy was already gushing in anticipation, my heart hammering, a combination of the knowing and not knowing. I never knew how she was going to tie me. Tonight, it seemed especially important with what I had asked her to do.
She completed tying my crossed arms, leaving me with no possible movement and climbed her stepladder to thread a rope through the pulley above, looping it behind my back, and began to pull, barely pulling me so that only my toes were on the floor, slightly swinging to and fro.
Then she began at my waist, wrapping a rope around and around, each wrap inter-looping with the last, and down my legs, cinching them tightly together. “This was your very first shibari position,” she reminded me, “a mermaid tie.”
As she worked, the wraps going further and further down my legs, holding them tightly together, she explained, “I had a different plan tonight, until you mentioned the vibrator. Do you have any idea the difference it makes when your hips and legs are held tightly together?”
No, I hadn’t thought ... I shuddered, trying to imagine.
She’d put another loop behind my waist, threading a rope through it, with another pully above, and pulled, so that I was lifted off the floor into a nearly horizontal position.
Once I was off the floor, she wrapped another rope around my hair at my scalp, tying it, then threaded the other end through a loop she’d put at my feet, and began pulling, arching my body back. “Tell me when it’s too much,” she told me.
Coincidentally, this was nearly the exact position I’d been working on with LeAndra in our last several sessions.
Sakura pulled, pulling my legs up and my head back, until ... and I felt the stretching but didn’t tell her to stop ... arching, arching, until I groaned, my feet nearly pulled to my hair, and I had to tell her to stop, I’d reached my limit.
I was completely, a hundred-percent immobilized, arms behind my back, legs tied together, my body arched backward so that my feet were nearly pulled to my scalp, and Sakura gave my body a small push so that I rotated and swung, completely helpless, completely trapped.
“I think we’re ready now,” she said, pulling the remote from her kimono’s pocket.
Fuck ... I’d nearly forgotten!
I’d told Sakura that I had never experienced the vibrator that’s part of the manometer inside me. I showed her the automatic function that Erin told me would ‘edge’ a girl endlessly, up to an hour of the electroshock’s battery time. I told Sakura ten minutes, plus however longer she wanted, but I didn’t want to know.
It’s what we’d argued about, I told her it couldn’t be turned off once set, and she said there had to be a safe word that I could tell her to stop it.
There is simply no ‘safe word’ with the Vagiblok or electroshock. Once it’s set, it’s set.
I suddenly felt the hum in my pussy, the first stimulation it had felt in eight weeks!
God ... fuck, fuck, fuck! I closed my eyes and tried to squirm away from it, it was already... “Fuck...!” I screamed.
Erin had explained how the end feathers out and rotates back and forth when the vibrator turns on, how it ... it was taking my breath away, already so close, so fucking close ... and it stopped, leaving me dangling, feeling milliseconds away from that massive orgasm I’d been craving, my body already coated in sweat, and it had been like, what ... fifteen-thirty seconds maybe?
Ten fucking minutes, I’d told Sakura.
For the first time, I felt fear, real, tangible fear!
I’ve had a vibrator inside me before, but it had never been like this!
Sakura pushed me so that I was swinging, rotating, and it began again, the low hum, getting stronger inside me, and I felt like screaming, the need was so great.
And my ordeal had only begun.
Ten minutes can be an eternity, and how much longer? There were no clocks in Okimoto’s studio.
I couldn’t move any part of my body, all I could do was hang there, helplessly swinging, that vibrator inside my pussy coming on, driving me right to the brink, then shutting off, over and over again, and as badly as I wanted to come...
No escape, there was no escape.
And it seemed to activate longer each time, driving me higher and closer to that orgasm, but it always seemed to know just the exact moment to shut down, the instant that I knew even one more second would be too late.
It was after, I don’t know, kinda hard to keep track, maybe four or five times edging me ... I decided I was going to defeat this monstrous thing inside me ... I was not going to let myself come, do it myself with sheer willpower.
It began again, a low hum that gradually built, that thing on the end opening and ... holy fuck it did things to me! But I gritted my teeth, closed my eyes, and concentrated like I’d never focused on anything before. The vibrator, the ‘feather’, for a better term, went on and on, driving me mad with the need for that orgasm. Yet, I held on, determined that I could do it, I was NOT going to let it defeat me, No. Matter. What!
I remembered my Lamaze ... it had empowered me to two natural childbirths with no pain meds. If I could do that ... I breathed deeply, over and over, and mentally held my husband’s hand, feeling his grip at the time I needed it most ... and the vibrations just kept getting stronger, the pain/pleasure growing, the mental anguish of wanting to let go so badly.
Yet, I held on, realizing that I was doing it!
Oh God, I needed that release! Eight weeks, it had been, fifty-five long days and nights!
It was unrelenting, how long had I been withstanding it, it felt like hours, and suddenly ... it stopped! Was it the timer? Or had I won?
I held my breath, waiting, waiting for it to start all over again, as it had so many times before, the realization flooding through me that I had done it, beaten the machine! In that instant, I felt more powerful ... like it had been a life-changing event, rather than a simple, ‘I’m not going to let myself come’.
Yes, I realized that much of it had been my body’s indoctrination over the last weeks, the electroshock, but still..., When Sakura began untying me, I realized how sweat-covered I was. Even Sakura commented on how damp my body was. At least, the long untying process gave me a few minutes to wind down from the sexual high I’d been on, not that I wound down very much. I remembered something that Erin had said way back, that it would be an experience that I’d not forget. That turned out to be the truth, I will NEVER forget those ten-fifteen minutes, however long it had been.
Katie and I quickly showered and dressed, Katie true to her word, wearing a short skirt and a crop-top blouse instead of the dress with the cutouts. I put back on my Nude Flow Mini Dress, and stockings, and left the top three buttons undone, leaving more flowers and butterflies exposed than just the one between my tits, (maybe you noticed that I didn’t say anything about the g-string – there’s a reason for that) then went out front and greeted our friends, bringing them to the back, introducing them to Okimoto and Sakura. “You HAVE to try this, you just have no idea what it’s like unless you do,” I said to both April and Taylor. “You don’t HAVE to do it naked and in front of an audience, it’s just ... it really adds to the excitement,” I added.
I was secretly hoping that one of them might eventually volunteer to take my place in Okimoto’s Monday night performances. It is kind of a big step, though, being naked and all.
I was still shaking from my ordeal, and my dress was short, exceedingly short, more like a long-tail shirt, and now, with nothing under, buttons undone, no panties ... I definitely wouldn’t have worn it at home sans panties.
Katie and I put on our makeup, which as I’ve said before, we can both do quickly, a benefit from much practice at the club. However, (and it’s a big ‘however’), it’s a little more difficult with your hands shaking as mine still were. I have NEVER needed to be fucked as badly as I did then ... other than a half-hour or so before.
While we worked on our faces, I noticed April and Okimoto talking, although I couldn’t hear what they were saying, maybe setting up a time for her first shibari experience? I hoped so. Austin and Alan, I also noticed, were intently watching Katie and me doing our makeup.
Shortly after, Katie and I had followed Alan’s pickup to Ryder’s Bar and Grill. Alan’s hostess led us to a private table looking out on the lights reflecting off the river, and if I hadn’t been quite so horny, it would’ve been so romantic. Taylor, Austin, and I sat on one side of the table, Katie, Alan, and April on the other, a precursor of the night ahead, I suspected.
Our waiter arrived right after we were seated. His nametag said Spencer, brown hair down to his collar, good-looking, probably thirties, and my naked pussy sent shockwaves to my brain (or the other way around) just looking at him and listening to his soft voice asking what we’d like to drink. I couldn’t help but think of that voice whispering how badly he wanted to fuck me as he lifted my dress over my head, discovering that I was naked under it.
Tonight, we just had to have a sexy waiter with a bulge in his pants. Of course, pretty much any man under ninety would look sexy to me, but this guy...
My adrenaline (among other juices) was flowing like Noah’s flood. I hoped I didn’t stain Alan’s leather seat.
Alan ordered a bottle of wine, and Katie asked April and Taylor if they were going to try out the shibari?
“I am for sure,” Taylor answered, “I thought it looked totally fascinating ... maybe not naked, though,” she added with a giggle.
“You won’t need to, that was just for the performance. Most people don’t when they’re just experiencing it for themselves. Wear something that won’t interfere with the ropes, though, tights would probably be perfect,” Katie told her.
“Naked or close to it feels really good, though,” I added, “highly recommended.”
“I’m really looking forward to it, it looks like so much fun. I made an appointment Thursday at six, after I get off work,” she said.
“Good, I hope you enjoy it. April, what about you?” I asked.
“Still thinking about it,” she answered, “it’s kind of a bit much.”
“Anddd ... I am so curious, what was THAT?” Taylor asked, looking directly at me.
My face must have turned bright red. I knew exactly what she was asking. I thought about the vibrator inside me, how it had felt.
“I ... uhh ... let me have a little wine first, then I’ll tell you everything, okay?” I just couldn’t do it right now. “But there’s something else I want to tell you first.”
“Okay, but ... what’s it like to be naked up there? I’ve never done anything like that.”
I let out a small groan, “Well, Katie and I are used to it from the club...” and she nodded her agreement, “but still ... it’s different at Okimoto’s. It’s always a thrill to me, even in the club it makes me horny. But for the shibari, it’s another level thrilling and sexy. I was scared to death the first time. Now, it’s a major turn-on, especially knowing how helpless I’m going to be. I wore the g-string tonight, usually I don’t. That was because ... I’ll tell you about that later.”
Our waiter was back with a bottle of wine, “It’s our best,” he said, “Chateau Gruaud Larose 2016,” as if that meant something to me. He poured a small amount and presented it to Katie.
“It’s good,” she responded, “I’ve never tasted anything quite like it.”
So, he filled all our glasses, and I tasted it. It was good and I took a long drink. I’ve never been a wine drinker, but I’ve heard it’s an acquired taste, and I’d definitely acquired it.
“I was saying that when I take my clothes off or when Sakura takes that kimono off of me is just indescribable. The buzz when I take my bra off or slide my panties down, and there’s a whole room full of both men and women, their faces showing their hunger for me, and you know they’re wondering what it would be like ... you really have to experience it to understand.”
“Me too,” Katie added, “but I’ve been doing it a lot longer than Tara. Some of the girls are there just for the money, and to a large extent, that’s me too, but it’s still a turn-on. I’ll probably quit when I get enough for college, but will still try to do it part-time some.”
‘Soon’, I thought, ‘I’ll tell her.’
My glass of wine was already empty, and Alan refilled it. “I was going to tell you,” I said to Taylor and Austin, “I guess ask, have you heard about my husband’s coma, his dreams?”
Austin chuckled, “How could we not? It’s been everywhere, especially after you won the Oscar. What we haven’t done, though, is seen your movie.”
I was a little taken aback, I didn’t think there was anyone in America that hadn’t. Alan and April looked even more shocked. “Really?” Alan said, “You want to watch it later? I have the Blu-ray, the uncensored one,” and he fluttered his eyebrows, ‘that’ smile on his face. I’d also gotten that Blu-ray, but for whatever reason, Robert and I had never watched it.
He’d suggested it several times, but I always found some reason not to. Maybe I was afraid. Some of those uncensored scenes...
Spencer appeared again, asking if we were ready to order. I was, the others said they were, too. I ordered a Stone Crab Salad, no dressing.
“Dani, you need to order the house salad, it’s so good, my recipe, and there’s a low fat if you’d rather.”
“Okay, give me the low-fat,” I told Spencer.
“Another bottle of the wine, too,” Alan told him, and then he added, “Make it two.”
Seriously? I saw the price of that, two hundred fifty dollars a bottle! I guess when you own the restaurant ... We were all drinking Alan’s wine except him.
I have no idea what anyone else ordered, just talking about the stripping had my pussy running down my legs. I felt like I was drowning in the sexual tension.
“One thing I’ve been wondering about, we know you’re married, and if I’m out of line, tell me. If you don’t want to answer, that’s fine, I understand, but ... how does this work ... the stripping ... the ... like the other night...” Taylor was asking, “I guess I’d assume he’s okay with it?”
“No, it’s fine,” I told her, and closed my eyes a moment, thinking about... “It’s just ... I miss him! We have a strong marriage, and you’re right, this wouldn’t work without that. When I left, the last thing he said to me was to have fun, that I was a single girl here. This is something we’d never have done otherwise, but it was the studio, my ‘preparation’ for another movie, living and understanding the life. I was terrified at first, it was only supposed to be a month but suddenly turned into three. I had to make a promise that I intended to keep, and now, it’s like there’s this person inside me that I never knew existed ... and I like her, my husband likes her. She’s fun, she’s flirty, she dresses naughty ... she likes to do things, things that Dani would NEVER have done ... maybe a little more than either of us would ever have anticipated, but he hasn’t told me no, not yet, anyway.”
Like what I was wearing ... and wasn’t wearing.
And this thing inside me, the elephant in the room ... the constant, never-ending, insatiable hunger.
“We talk nearly every day, and I send him videos ... It’s exhilarating, terrifying, too” and I had to smile, “he gets his little rewards, too. This coming weekend he and my lifelong best friend are going out of town and spending the weekend together, probably mostly in their hotel room.”
“I promised to tell you, too,” I told Taylor, “about what happened at the shibari.” I was feeling the wine, enough that I wanted to talk about it.
Except that was when Spencer showed up at our table with trays of food.
I looked around, we had privacy and I whispered to Austin, “Feel between my legs,” and I pushed myself up off the chair just enough to hike my dress up a little higher.
Austin looked at his wife, acting maybe just a bit shy about sitting next to her and feeling up another girl’s pussy in a semi-crowded restaurant, even if it was mostly private. Of course, what he didn’t know, and I hoped he’d discover very soon, was that I was not only laser bare down there, which he already knew from the week before, but also very much commando.
If only he knew how badly I wanted to feel his fingers pressing deep inside me ... which I wouldn’t, thanks to Erin and her Vagiblok she’d sold me. She was right about one thing, it was certainly easy to hate her. In good humor, of course.
I closed my eyes and tried to act normally when I felt his hand on my knee, held my breath as it worked its way up my inner thigh, and bit my lip, eyes closed as he reached my pussy. A short squeal escaped when he found the Vagiblok between my lips.
“It’s...” I was having a little trouble speaking, “a ... chastity device, been eight weeks now, well tomorrow, since...” and my eyes rolled back in my head as Austin tried pressing fingers past it. “It’s ... it’s impassable, eight weeks since I’ve had an orgasm, another week until the timer will let it be removed, and a vibrator up into my pussy. Tonight was the first time it’d been turned on, and if you’ve ever had a vibrator inside you after eight weeks of almost constant stimulation, you get the picture of what that was tonight.”
We ate, me picking at my food, delicious as it was. My insides were in turmoil, wondering what the night would bring. The air seemed heavy with sex on the menu, even more than the food ... and I could barely stand the waiting! That other night I had ‘entertained’ Taylor’s husband, but tonight, I wanted so much more.
Katie was effusive in her compliments, especially after Spencer brought the deep-fried ice cream, Alan’s own recipe that had played such a part in Robert’s dreams of me and Alan together. I still remember him telling me about the night that Alan first gave the teen-aged Daniella his favorite dessert.
I closed my eyes and shook my head, trying to banish the picture from my mind as I took a bite, only to see it replaced with the vision of Taylor’s husband between my legs.
We all crowded into Alan’s pickup, both Katie and I had drunk far too much wine, and Alan said her car would be perfectly safe in the lot.
“Anyone for a movie?” Alan asked as he repositioned chairs and the couch in his living room, then lowered the screen from the ceiling. It was exactly as Robert had described in his dream, almost covering one full wall, at least twelve feet wide and nearly floor-to-ceiling. He put the Blu-ray in his player, and a moment later the movie began. I’ll never get used to the ‘Introducing Daniella Shore’ that briefly appeared on the screen, along with ‘As Lynn’.