Author's Forward: I'm back! Sorry for the wait everyone, and thank you for the encouraging comments, both public and private, they mean a great deal. I was feeling a bit burned out after finishing Thursday, and decided to take a break to hope the muse would replenish itself, and I certainly felt refreshed while writing this. I'm a bit concerned I'm going in too many different directions with this one, as it's a bit more ambitious than what I've done so far, but I THINK overall I'm very happy with it, so please let me know what you think!
Disclaimer: If you are NOT interested in dominant women, submissive men, and tease and denial, don't read this! I honestly don't know what to tell the weirdos writing misogynistic comments on a femdom series. This ain't for you, cool: I don't need to hear about it.
All characters portrayed are over 18.
Tease Toy Orientation: Friday
Dan was woken up abruptly Friday morning at 5am by a loud dinging from his phone. His grabbed for it clumsily in the dark, trying to ignore his throbbing morning erection and the humiliating sensation of the high tech cock ring that encircled his genitals. Like every night since he had been ensnared by the erotic dancers of The Tease, his dreams were haunted by the women who had quickly become the center of his universe, kissing, licking, giggling, and rubbing against him every time he drifted off to sleep. He blinked a few times, trying to clear the sleep from his eyes, and then focused on the phone's screen, seeing the hot pink notification alert. Sarah had sent him a text message.
That woke him up. God, what was he in store for today? He clicked on the pink bubble with a sense of anxiety rising in his gut, and read. "Hiiiiii Dan!" The message began, "I hope you had sweet dreams...I can't believe you're already almost at the end of your first week as Practice Coach for our humble little strip club! Destiny tells me that she is VERY excited to get to know you this weekend...and I'm sure you are very much looking forward to Sunday night, aren't you, you horny little pervert?
"All the girls are telling me that you've been a REALLY well mannered employee: so if you keep it up, Sunday should be pretty fun! ;) Anyway, once you show up tonight, you belong to the club for the weekend, don't forget! So make sure you pack a weekend bag: you should bring a nice suit (something dapper!), a couple changes of casual clothes, and any toiletries or medications that you need, ok? Oh, and don't eat dinner before you come in for your shift: don't worry, I'll explain later. See you at 6! XOXO"
While he was staring at the message, trying to wake the rest of the way up so that he could process what his life had become, another message came through, this time a selfie of Sarah. It was just her face blowing a kiss, which was remarkable tame for her, but Dan found himself studying the soft curve of her round, dimpled cheeks, the adorable spattering of freckles across the bridge of her nose, her soft and full puckering pink lips, her piercing and laughing blue eyes, and he found his cock beginning to twitch. "God", he thought miserably, "She really is SO fucking beautiful." Again, in spite of himself, he found he was looking forward to smelling, tasting, touching her again tonight, and suddenly felt a strong drive to crawl out of bed so that he could begin packing.
As he gathered clothes with shaking hands, his mind turned to Destiny, and the short time he had already spent with her on Tuesday. He thought about those massive breasts, jiggling and swaying against the straining fabric of her bikini, and he licked his lips. He had never seen curves like hers, not even with Sarah, and a light involuntary shudder passed through his body as he thought about what the soft warm, silky skin of her breasts had felt like pressed against his arm, pillowing around him. Her thighs had been thick and round, and every inch of her dark skin had shimmered in the house lights as she had danced on that stage. By the time he finished packing, he found himself breathing heavily, his cock beginning to throb again, and he decided it was time for the long, ice cold morning shower that was quickly becoming part of his daily ritual.
As he got undressed, he considered what he knew about his new "owners". Over the last few days, Dan had begun to develop a sense of how each of these girls operated...he didn't want to rely too much on any observations he had made, as a large part of the games they played with him revolved around fucking with his sense of reality, but he was definitely starting to feel pretty confident about some of their preferences and character traits. Sarah seemed to enjoy openly mocking and toying with Dan for the most part, but she definitely had a soft side that she loved to use to keep him off balance. Lexie seemed satisfied with cultivating pure terror at her wrath, and enjoyed making Dan feel psychologically weak. And Krista seemed to simply enjoy the experience of physical domination and making a man feel helpless. The other two, however...
Trixie, with her shy act and incredible creations, was still a bit of a mystery to be sure, but the biggest question mark for Dan was Destiny. The tall, voluptuous, kind eyed, African American dancer had been on his mind more than once since he had seen her on that stage. He turned the knob and stepped into the shower. As the freezing water blasted against him, and he gasped to catch his breath, his thoughts turned from Destiny's body to her eyes. "Her eyes had felt so kind when she smiled at me..." he thought to himself, as rivulets of freezing water streamed down his torso and brought a small but much needed relief to his aching testicles.
Even when the others had been laughing at him, giggling at his discomfort, seeing him as some sort of plaything, Destiny had seemed genuinely...interested in him? He thought about something that had occurred to him when Sarah first introduced him to the rest of the girls on Tuesday: the idea that it was possible that not all of them knew that he was actually being blackmailed. What if she was the one who could help him out of this? What if she was the one he could convince to turn on the others, to help him escape?
In spite of these thoughts, a small part of Dan was starting to realize that there was an internal change happening in his mind. He was still thinking about escaping and going to the police, but those plans were somehow becoming more...what was the word? Ephemeral? It was like he knew it was important, but he couldn't seem to find the energy to do anything about it. He kept promising himself he WOULD...just later, when the timing was better. He was finding himself more and more constantly thinking about Sarah's gorgeous, dancing blue eyes...and Lexie's creamy, freckled, pert breasts...and Krista's thick, round bottom...and the scent of Trixie's moist arousal on the hot pink panties that she had wrapped around his head. And he was finding it harder and harder to deny that he was hungry for more.
Dan grunted in frustration as he felt his cock began to twitch and grow again, and he almost punched the wall of the shower in frustration and confusion. He turned the stream of water directly on his genitals now, and closed his eyes, shuddering and struggling to catch his breath. No. He was going to beat this. He wasn't going to be manipulated like this. He was a man, goddammit, and he was in control.
He took deep breaths until he felt that he had steadied himself. He would show up tonight, he decided, as he finally got out of the shower, toweled off, and began to get dressed. Just in case Destiny was the weak link, after all. This is what he told himself, at least, as he drove to work, his nicest suit and 3 days of clothes packed in a bag in his trunk. That he wasn't going to the police yet because he still had other options for fixing this, for getting out of it.
He also told himself that the memory of Destiny's miraculous breasts pressing against him, which for some reason kept flitting through his brain, had absolutely nothing to do with the decision.
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