It has always been a fetish of mine to be humiliated. Ever since I was a kid, I would wrestle with the younger kids and let them beat me.
As an adult, I found it hard to find girls who were into the dom and submission you find on the internet. Porn was my only outlet. That is until I found out about Strip Clubs.
In Pittsburgh (USA) there was an all nude club called Club Erotica. The girls were a little skanky, but very wild. I would often pay for lap dances, which were where I would keep all my clothes on, and the girl would grind to the music all over me.
One particular time, I was with this girl Sparkle, and I was horny, and I began to confess my fantasies about Humiliation. She told me to stay right there, and went to talk to the club owner Rick. She came back and convinced me to get a VIP room with her.
I've never done a VIP room before, and I wondered what was in store for me. When we went inside, she turned to me and said, "Strip!"
"What?" I was a bit taken back.
"Strip you wimp! Now!"
Could this be my fantasy come true? Very excited and at the same time nervous, I began to disrobe. She stood there looking at me with contempt. I was finally down to my under wear when she said, " Sorry, you have to stop. State rules. Customers have to have some clothes on or they will shut us down."
She proceeded to order me around, making fun of me. She then opened the door wide to the VIP room, It was upstairs in the club, and no one could see in, but she called out and three other girls came in and began laughing at me as she spanked me into submission. After the hour was up, I was allowed to get dressed, and I tipped all the girls generously. I was hooked!
Meanwhile Rick, the club owner was watching on the monitors in his office. He hated guys like this. He felt they deserved everything they got and more. Total wimps with small dicks he thought. They should be humiliated, in front of everyone. Then he got an idea. He would teach this wimp what the true meaning of the word Humiliation was, like it or not. He then began to formulate a plan. But first he had to get the state off his back.
As I was leaving, I was corned by a big burly guy.
"Come with me," he said.
Oh, I was in trouble now. Maybe the girls shouldn't have had me take off my clothes to my underwear? He asked me to sit down in his office.
"You get off on being humiliated, don't you?"
I looked at the floor like a little kid being reprimanded. "Yes sir." I said sheepishly.
"I'm sorry we had to stop at keeping your underwear on. The State laws. But if you want to take it further next time, I have a work around."
He produced some forms for me to fill out. It strangely looked like new employee hire forms. I signed where he said, not understanding what was happening. He then told me to wait there. I waited about ten minutes and he came back with a club payroll check for $100.
He said, " Take this to your bank and cash it, and the next time you come here, you wont be disappointed." He didn't explain.
I went home confused. Why would a Strip Club pay me? The next day I went during lunch at work and cashed the check. I thought, what a great club, they even have kick backs!
Rick chuckled as Joey left the club. His plan was brilliant. He had male strippers there before on ladies night. Joey would be just another male stripper as far as the state was concerned should they ever find out. Now he would be one of the girls, and no more rules! Now the wimp will get what's coming too him he thought with glee. Rick had a very sadistic streak. He loved bullying people, especially wimps. He enjoyed pantsing wimps in High School just to see them cry. He hadn't been able to make a guy cry since he was an adult. Maybe he could change that. Rick called in all the girls after the club closed and told them of the new situation with Joey, and that the rules with him only had changed. They all laughed loudly as he gave them some of his ideas. They left the club that night excited, like little kids before Christmas day.
