It was a wonderful romantic weekend getaway. We just had a wonderful dinner out. I teased John the entire time with a flick of his corset strap under his shirt. We walked the downtown, stopping into many places for drinks when we noticed a strip club. Wandering into a strip club would have been really exciting for John if I hadn’t made him wear lingerie under his clothes. It’s a first, John really didn’t want to go in there.
“Are you ready to be a good little sissy for me, John?” Amanda’s voice was low, sultry, and dripping with dominance as she leaned in close, her breath warm against his ear. Her hand rested possessively on his thigh, her fingers digging in just enough to remind him who was in control. The two of them sat in the dimly lit VIP room of the strip club, the bass from the music thrumming through the air like a heartbeat. John squirmed in his seat, his face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. He adjusted his tie nervously, his fingers trembling as he tried to keep his composure.
Amanda smirked, her lips curving into a wicked smile as she watched him fidget. She knew exactly what he was hiding beneath his perfectly tailored suit—the pink corset that hugged his waist, the stockings that clung to his legs, the shoulder straps that dug into his skin. Her sissy. Her property. And tonight, she planned to make sure everyone in this club knew it.
“Breathe, John,” she purred, her voice laced with mockery. “You’re going to enjoy this. Trust me.”
John swallowed hard, his throat dry. “I-I don’t know if I’m ready for this, Amanda,” he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.
Her hand tightened on his thigh, her nails pressing into the fabric of his pants. “You don’t have a choice,” she said, her tone leaving no room for argument. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it? To be my little sissy? To be owned?”
He nodded weakly, his eyes darting around the room as if searching for an escape route. But there was no escape. Not from her. Not from this.
The room was shrouded in shadows, the only light coming from the neon glow of the stage where a voluptuous stripper was performing. Her movements were hypnotic, her body undulating to the rhythm of the music. Amanda’s eyes followed her intently, a plan forming in her mind.
“Hey, sugar,” Amanda called out, waving the stripper over with a flick of her wrist. The woman sauntered over, her hips swaying with every step. Up close, she was even more stunning—her curves accentuated by the skimpy lingerie she wore, her makeup flawless, her confidence radiating like a force field.
“How can I help you, honey?” the stripper asked, her voice sultry and teasing.
Amanda leaned back in her seat, her legs crossed elegantly, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “My husband here is feeling a little… shy tonight,” she said, gesturing to John with a smirk. “I was hoping you could give him a lap dance. Something… special.”
The stripper’s eyes flicked to John, who was now sweating bullets under her gaze. “Of course,” she said with a sly smile. “Anything for a sweet couple like you.”
Amanda reached into her purse and pulled out a wad of cash, handing it to the stripper without hesitation. “Make it worth it,” she said, her tone leaving no room for argument.
As the stripper took the money, Amanda leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. “There’s something you should know…” she began, her lips curling into a devious smile. “My husband isn’t exactly wearing what you’d expect under that suit.”
The stripper raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Oh? Do tell.”
Amanda’s eyes sparkled with delight as she revealed John’s secret. “He’s wearing a pink corset,” she said, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “And stockings. With shoulder straps.”
The stripper’s eyes widened, her lips parting in surprise before a wicked grin spread across her face. “Well, well… isn’t that interesting.”
Amanda leaned back, her work done. “Have fun with him,” she said, her tone casual but laced with underlying command. “Oh, and… embarrass him.”
The stripper glanced at John, who was now staring at the floor, his face beet red. “Oh, I will,” she purred, her voice low and teasing.
John’s heart was pounding in his chest as the stripper approached him, her hips swaying with every step. She stood in front of him, her hands on her hips, her eyes raking over him like a predator sizing up its prey. She decided to make it really interesting and handcuffed him to the back of the chair
“So,” she began, her voice dripping with mockery, “I hear you’re a special kind of guy, aren’t you, sweetie?”
John’s breath hitched, his face burning with humiliation. “I-I don’t know what you mean,” he stammered, his voice trembling.
The stripper chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent shivers down his spine. “Oh, I think you do,” she said, leaning in close, her lips brushing against his ear. “I know your little secret, sissy boy.”
John’s eyes widened, his stomach twisting in knots as he realized what was happening. Amanda told her. He should have known. She was always one step ahead of him.
The stripper straightened up, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “Let’s see what you’re hiding under all that, shall we?” she said, her fingers reaching for the buttons of his shirt.
John’s hands tried to shoot up instinctively to stop her, but couldn’t because of the handcuffs
His hands cuffed, his body trembling as the stripper slowly unbuttoned his shirt, revealing the pink corset underneath. The stripper let out a low whistle, her eyes widening in mock surprise. “Well, well… look at you,” she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Aren’t you just precious?”
John’s face burned with shame as the stripper ran her fingers over the corset, her touch light but deliberate. “Such a pretty little sissy,” she said, her voice taunting. “I bet you love this, don’t you? Being dressed up like a doll for your wife?”
He shook his head weakly, his voice barely a whisper. “N-no… I…”
The stripper cut him off with a laugh, her hand moving to his pants. “Let’s see the rest, shall we?” she said, her fingers tugging at his belt.
John’s breath hitched, his body shaking as the stripper undid his belt and slid his pants down, revealing the stockings and shoulder straps underneath. The stripper let out a delighted laugh, her hands clapping together in mock applause. “Oh, this is priceless,” she said, her voice filled with glee. “You’re such a good little sissy, aren’t you?”
John’s eyes flicked to Amanda, who was watching the scene with a smug smile on her face. She’s enjoying this, he thought, his stomach churning with a mix of humiliation and arousal. She loves seeing me like this.
The stripper turned to address the other dancers on the stage, her voice loud and clear. “Hey, girls! You’ve gotta see this!” she called out, her tone filled with amusement. “We’ve got ourselves a sissy over here!”
John’s heart sank as the other strippers turned their attention to him, their eyes filled with curiosity and amusement. One by one, they made their way over, their laughter filling the air as they took in the sight of him—the pink corset, the stockings, the shoulder straps. It was like a nightmare come to life.
“Oh my god,” one of the strippers exclaimed, her hand covering her mouth as she laughed. “This is hilarious.”
“What a loser,” another said, her voice filled with disdain.
John’s face burned with humiliation, his body trembling as the strippers surrounded him, their laughter echoing in his ears. He wanted to disappear, to sink into the floor and never be seen again. But he knew he couldn’t. He was trapped—trapped in this moment, trapped in this humiliation, trapped by her.
Amanda’s voice cut through the noise, her tone cold and commanding. “That’s enough,” she said, her eyes locked on John. “He’s had enough humiliation for one night.”
The strippers backed off, their laughter fading as they returned to their tasks. The stripper who had been taunting John gave him one last smirk before sauntering away, her hips swaying with every step.
John sat there, his body trembling, his face burning with shame. He felt exposed, vulnerable, broken. But as he looked up at Amanda, he saw something in her eyes—something that sent a shiver down his spine.
Pride.