My wife and I have made it a point once a week to have game night as a way of staying close and having fun. Each week one of us chooses for the next week what the game is to be and we alternate weeks. The games master for that week is in charge and can not be denied, his or her ruling is final on whatever matter is in question.
Having the nights definitely encourage our creativity and spontaneity. It also built up a supply of games. Those games took on a more and more adult nature as time went on. Let's face it adults don't generally play "Don't Break the Ice," "Hi-Ho Cheerios," "Chutes and Ladders" or other similar games. Personally the games we play usually get out of hand.
Tonight was my night and I'd decided that the game tonight was going to be "Truth or Dare." Now I should tell you that my wife is a stunner—a stunner with an interesting past. I met Tatiana, Tat for short, when I was dancing and she was bouncing in the club.
Yes, I know it is normally the other way around but tonight, an off night from her bouncing, I was dancing at an adult strip club that catered to women. No, it wasn't Chippendale's! They don't encourage us dancers to "play" with the patrons. And playing was what I wanted to do that day.
Ok. I am sure you've heard that all male dancers are gay. In my case you'd be wrong. I dance for one reason only and it isn't the money (although I won't turn it down either). I dance for the women.
I admit it. I love sex and the more of it I happen to have the happier I am. Of course it doesn't hurt if you have the proper equipment to entice the ladies. In my case that equipment includes a lanky 6' frame, chestnut brown hair to my shoulders, a set of washboard abs and a massive schlong.
The last part may sound like bragging but it is most definitely true. Heck, you can't really be in my profession if you are hung like a fly. My hard cock looks about like most men's forearm in size and it is just as thick. Heck, this how I make my money and, as such, I make sure it is in good working order and, so it doesn't rust, I keep it well lubricated with the best oil in the world for my sword—pussy juice!
Tatiana was visiting where I worked that day, she'd just applied for the bouncer's job that I normally did when I wasn't dancing and we ended up hooking up. God I love a woman who comes with her own professional set of handcuffs! Then again I come with my own as well.
"I just love a man in uniform," she gushed as I came offstage holding the remains of my policeman's uniform.
"And I love a woman out of uniform and under my body and rule," I shot back. The purr in her voice as she realized I was the dominant type was priceless. It was obvious that, at least sexually, she was a submissive.
"Me too," she said, "Maybe we can share a slut or two."
"Sounds like fun," I said, "Now I am going to check to see if you are properly dressed so don't move." And, with that said, I slid my hands underneath her dress. The show had obviously made her hot and she was ready to play. I'd have had to be dead not to notice as, when I reached her vagina, I found that it was shaved bare, pantiless and very, very moist.
Tatiana introduced herself at that point but I was looking for more than an introduction. Slowly I slid my first finger inside her and worked it around her a bit. She bit her lip as my finger reached the spot she'd been praying I'd hit. Thankfully this club encouraged what I was doing, unlike most clubs, because noone even bothered us from management when she moaned rather loudly as I manipulated that lovely clit of hers.
Not one to sit on my laurels I inserted a second finger alongside the first. Tatiana moved in time to my digital manipulation of her. Together, apart, neither made any difference as she was bound to cum either way. "Do you like being upon my fingers, here in public, moaning in orgasm like my own personal slut and fucktoy? Does it turn you on to know that other men and women are watching you? Thinking very sexual thoughts of what they would like to do to you? Of how they would use you? Do you still want me to continue my dear? Because from here on out your name will change—to slut—and that is how I intend to use you."
"Yes Master," she replied, "Yes, yes, yesssss." Tatiana released more juices upon my fingers as she committed herself to her own debauchery and debasement at my hands. There was no coercion, no forcing her to do so (as much as that may have turned her and I on), just her pure animal lust in absolute control as she made her decision.
Powerful Kegel muscles tried to keep my hand inside her as I pulled her in to a most passionate kiss. Her submissiveness kicked in in the extreme as she tilted her head back and gave in to my conquest of her. It mattered not to Tatiana and I as we kissed more passionately then most people would kiss on a first, second or third date.
"Tatiana," I said, "I can not wait to penetrate you. Come with me immediately." I had only a few minutes before my next set but I was going to make sure the other women in the bar were as sexually inflamed as could be. To that end I dragged Tatiana willingly behind me and into the men's dressing room. The other men there had seen women there before, they knew what I was going to do and they were used to it.
