My head starts to gravitate to her body, the scent of her arousal filling my nostrils is a tease and I need more. The lights flash, giving the telltale sign that a show is about to begin. With her index finger pressed against my forehead, she pushes me back and takes a seat next to me. A female waiter, wearing a collar and chastity belt, deposits our drinks, eyeing the bulge in my pants, giving a notable wince. She hands my girlfriend a key ring and a clipboard and waits. I look at my girlfriend with a questioning gaze, she responds: “She comes with the booth.”
The clipboard has a contract attached, with three signature lines. Two lines are filled, and I see that my girlfriend has already signed it. There is a second signature I do not recognize. “Is this yours?” I ask the waitress, and she confirms.
“It says she is our sub for the evening. I set this up a few weeks ago. Remember when I came into the city for the day? She and I met and went over everything. She and I have agreed that we will call her kitten,” She points to one of the bullet points where “kitten” is written.
“We just need your consent, and we can continue,” says the kitten, handing me a pen.
I quickly skim through some of the bullet points, one of them indicating the key is for the chastity belt that the kitten will be wearing. Under it, there are options, the one that says: “chastity with a dildo inserted,” is checked. I sign it and hand it back to the kitten who is smiling big. She leaves and hands the clipboard to a woman standing nearby. She returns and kneels next to the booth, facing us with eyes on the ground.
Cheers, whistles, and catcalls explode as a woman in a red cloak, takes the small stage shrouded in a follow light. Stereotypical burlesque music softly begins to play, the woman tosses back the cloak, and it falls to the floor billowing at her feet. She is wearing red leather harness lingerie, her small breasts perfectly displayed, and a pink strap on. She gestures to someone off stage. A tall woman, naked, with hair tied into braided pigtails, enters from the darkness on the other side of the stage. The first woman grabs her hand and twirls her, presenting her, invoking more catcalls and cheers. My girlfriend's hand reaches over and starts rubbing my bulge.
She unzips my trousers and pulls me out. “Lube”, she instructs the kitten. She leaves and quickly comes back with a small bottle. She returns to her spot, eyes down again. “Watch,” my girlfriend says. Kitten looks up, her eyes fixated on my hardon while the two women on stage begin the show. The first woman bends the tall woman over a table and shackles her feet and hands. She produces a flogger and begins to tease the tall woman’s body. My girlfriend slowly and perfectly rubs the warming lubricant into my hardon while kissing and moaning into my neck. Relaxation and arousal swirl around me. Voyeurism and exhibitionism have been fun kinks for her and me to indulge in. Although nothing to this extent. I mumble, “I think I could get used to this.”
Loud cracks of leather against skin, fill the room. I look around and observe people enjoying the spectacle in various fashions. A few seem to be lost in their fun. I look over at the kitten, her teeth gripping her bottom lip, her body subtly twitching. I remember she is wearing the chastity belt with a dildo. My mind imagines her clenching the toy. My girlfriend whispers into my ear, “I want to watch her give you head.”
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