When I was a stripper, “Will” was a frequent patron of mine. A software engineer in his forties, he was one of the first to tell me that my gaze was so intense and penetrating, it made him feel like he was experiencing “eye sex” whenever our eyes met. He said my dark-brown almond-shaped eyes placed him under a spell.
Teasing Will gave me a thrill. He got blue balls from seeing my small areolas (which are the size of dimes), and he especially enjoyed my pink nipples, which he said resembled pencil erasers.
He confessed that watching me do the splits onstage made him wish that I would do a split over his face. He disclosed that seeing my firm ass cheeks flexing mid-split made him hard as a rock.
Will often took me shopping for lingerie, and he also bought me numerous pairs of shoes and boots, all with 5” heels (my favorite heel height). It excited him to know that I’d be wearing all the lingerie and shoes on dates with other men.
Will and I never dated; I’d reward him after our shopping sprees by having him wear a gates-of-hell cock cage as I teased him during our sessions at his home.
Besides role-playing in costumes (Catwoman was a favorite), I’d model racy lingerie sets and also parade around topless. Will appreciated that my breasts were round, naturally uplifted, and very close together.
I also tormented him by tying him up with ¼” blue hemp rope, placing my thong panties over his head (knowing that my scent would make his cock throb and swell), and then tickling him with ostrich feathers, a Wartenberg wheel, and a lambswool duster.
It was so much fun to have Will kneel and service my 8” strap-on; afterwards, he would try his best to amuse me by showing me his finest Chippendale moves. It entertained me to see him blush while he was trying to put on a good show for me.
As a special treat, I’d roll him up in a large carpet and dance all over him, and I’d also walk all over his chest and back in my stocking feet.
Every two weeks, I’d allow Will to remove his gates-of-hell cock cage to jerk off, with the stipulation that he had to climax in thirty seconds or less. Having a time constraint aroused him; he was always able to climax within the allotted time frame, attributing his success to envisioning my toned body. He would imagine my long jet-black hair caressing his cock and chest as he came.
Will remains of my favorite subs from my dancing days. He loved that fact that despite my gentle and innocent appearance, I was naughty to the core; the dichotomy excited him. I was born naughty, and I have a reputation to uphold.