Humiliated At The Strip Club

I couldn't believe I was doing this!

It had been a jerk-off fantasy for a long time, but I was actually doing it.

I was walking into one of the top strip clubs in Dallas, with dozens of beautiful ladies all around. Some were naked on stage, some were wandering around the room in skimpy lingerie talking with men, and a few in revealing cocktail dresses carrying trays and serving drinks.

There weren't that many customers, but it was just after opening, 11:15 on a Tuesday morning. It would get busier later, Tuesdays were $5 lap dance days, but I planned on being long gone before the after-work crowds started.

I paid my $20 entrance fee, looked around, picked a table in the back, and took a seat to enjoy the show.

Here's the thing: I have a few fetishes. I'm into humiliation, crossdressing, and chastity. I'd come to the club to indulge a few of my fetishes. I was wearing a flat metal chastity cage, and matching bright pink bralette and panties under my button-down shirt and slacks.

Me? I'm an overweight middle-aged man, balding and with a bit more of a belly than can be called "Dad-Bod" I looked like I belonged there, not like the sissy chastity slut I truly was.

A beautiful brunette waitress sat down next to me "What can I get you to drink, hun?"

I asked for a coke, and maybe some 411 when she came back.

I sat back and enjoyed the view of the busty thicc Latina gyrating on stage in only panties, after a few minutes the coke was placed in front of me "5 dollars hun."

I handed her a 20, "No change, grab a seat for a minute, please Ma'am, I want to get the lay of the land."

She sat down "Nice tip, Hun. I'm Sandy. What can I do for you today?"

hoo boy, here we go, I thought.

"Well, Miss Sandy, I guess you know all about the various dancers, right Ma'am?"

"Yes hun..."

"Well, Ma'am (Gulp) who would you say is the meanest girl in the group, a real Regina George type, please Miss Sandy?"

Sandy laughed, not a chuckle, but a roaring laugh. "I got you, hun. I'll send Heather over in a few minutes."

Sandy walked away, and I sat there contemplating my life and thinking about maybe just sneaking out the door before anything could happen.

As I was thinking, the most beautiful young blonde plopped down next to me. She was wearing a white thong and bra, with some really high platform stripper heels. She had nice C cup boobs and a pert little ass that looked amazing. She looked to be about 19, but had her hair in pigtails which made her look younger.

"What's up? I'm Heather, Sandy said you wanted to see me?"

"Hello Miss Heather, nice to meet you, Ma'am. You look amazing, Ma'am."

"I know that. Would you like a private dance?"

"Yes, Miss Heather. but before we do that, I need to make a confession, Ma'am. I don't want you getting surprised while dancing, Ma'am."

Heather smiled "I like the Miss Heather and Ma'am stuff. Go ahead and tell me, I'm sure you can't surprise me."

I closed my eyes and took a big breath "Thank you, Miss Heather. Here's the thing, Ma'am: I'm a sissy, Ma'am. I'm wearing lingerie and a chastity cage, I like to be teased and humiliated, Ma'am."

Heather giggled "I see. This is going to be fun. How much cash do you have, bitch?"

"A little over $400, Ma'am."

"OK, lap dances are $5 per song today, but the VIP room is $100--you're going to need that too. Give me 150 for the first 10 songs, bitch."

I handed over the cash, and Heather went over to the manager to hand over the VIP room fee and talk. She pointed at me and they both laughed, and Heather came back and took my hand "Let's go, bitch."

We went into the VIP room which had a nice sofa, a little stage with a stripper-pole, and a big one-way mirror so that we could watch the dancers in the main room. Heather closed the door behind us "OK, let's see what we're working with here, bitch. Take off your clothes NOW."

I did as instructed and was quickly standing in front of her wearing only my bralette and panties. Heather laughed "OMG, you're SUCH a FAG! Show me your cage, bitch."

I pulled my panties to the side revealing my flat metal cage, earning another laugh from Heather. She looked at me and asked, "Do you have a key with you?" I silently nodded, and she held out her hand, demandingly. I retrieved the key out of my pants pocket and handed it to her. "OK, Sit down, keep your hands behind your back, bitch."

Heather started to dance. she was rubbing her tits and ass and panty-covered pussy all over me, and I was squirming with a mix of delight and discomfort from the cage.

After a few songs, she seemed to get bored from trying to excite me and started grinding her panty-covered pussy against my chin, mouth, and nose. I was in ecstasy being so close to her sex, but the grinding was starting to get uncomfortable for me. It took me a few minutes to realize--she was using my face to masturbate!

After a few minutes, I felt her shudder and heard a loud sigh. She sat down on the sofa next to me, leaned over and started massaging my balls, and whispered in my ear "Damn, that was good for me. Did you finish too?" she giggled.

I groaned "No Ma'am, but I'm glad you did, Ma'am."

Heather said "OK, Bitch, here's how it's going to go. We've got about another 10 minutes on your 10 songs. We're going to hang out in here, I'm going to relax, you're going to get your sissy ass on the floor and worship my feet." I happily got down and began.

"OK Sissy, when our 10 songs are up I'm going to leave. I will go see if I can find some real men to dance for. But don't worry, I won't leave you alone. I'll send in different girls to dance for 4 songs each for you. None of them will know what a sissy you are when they come in. You have no choice, every girl that comes in will do 4 songs for you and will walk out with $20. Got it?"

"Yes Ma'am, thank you, Ma'am."

"I'll be back later. Maybe." with that, Heather got up, wiggled her cute ass in my face and walked out of the room.

Over the next couple of hours, a steady stream of beautiful dancers came into the room. Each reacted to the sight of me with a different mixture of disgust and amusement, but they all danced and teased me, and took their $20 on the way out the door. I was keeping count, and there had been 7 dancers, plus Heather, of course, with a song or two between each one.

The door opened, and I was excited to see what young lady would be tormenting me next, but no! It was a fat old woman, the cleaner! She looked at me and laughed.

She walked over to me and slapped me, hard! Sitting next to me "Heather say you do good foot rub. Work!"

I got down on the floor and took off the old ladies shoes and socks--they were definitely on the stinky side. I began massaging her feet, rubbing and pressing when she leaned over "Use tongue too."

I shuddered, but complied licking and sucking on her old stinky feet, thankfully after a few minutes she had had enough, and slipped her shoes and socks back on, took her $20 with a smirk, and left.

I spent the next couple of songs alone, when Heather returned. "Hey Bitch! Been having fun?"

"Yes, Miss Heather, thank you, Ma'am. but I did miss you, Ma'am."

"Good little bitch! Do you need some relief, bitch? a hand job maybe?" She dangled my key in front of my face.

"Oh, god yes, Miss Heather. Yes, please!"

"OK, Bitch, here's your choice. You can spend $50 for 10 more songs with me, but you stay in your little cage, and you leave here frustrated or...you spend $100 for a hand job. But all the girls who've danced for you come to watch your release, and you have to lick up your cum after."

This was a no-brainer! $100 for a hand job from Heather? I quickly handed over the $100 and Heather giggled "Let me gather the girls, be back in a few."

I sat there, hornier than ever, waiting for my release at that beautiful young angels hand, when the door opened and the girls started to come in. Heather, the 7 other dancers, Sandy, and the cleaning lady, 10 women in total!.

Heather walked over to me and repeated, for the audience "OK, here's the deal. I take off your cage. You get a hand job, you lick your cum up, get dressed and leave. Agreed?"

"Yes, Miss Heather, absolutely, Miss Heather! Thank You!"

Heather laughed "You know, for less money than you've spent today, you could've gotten a blow job from ANY of us, hell, it's a slow day, we would've probably agreed to a 2 person blow job" She looked at the girls, who were giggling and nodding in agreement "But that's only for REAL men, not for little sissy faggots like you,"

Hey girls, he's paying $100 for a hand job. I've given TWO $100 blow jobs since he's been in here, anybody else given a hundred dollar suckie suckie today?"

Six hands went up.

Heather knelt in front of me, pulled my panties to the side and unlocked my cage, my cock quickly springing to attention.

"Oh my, now I see why it was caged, it's not exactly big, is it?" The room quickly filled with laughter at Heather's quip and my small (3.5 inch) boner.

Heather stepped back, and said "Now, I promised you a hand job, but I didn't promise whose hand." giggling she looked over at the girls who all joined in the giggles, as the old cleaner stepped forward.

I groaned. Seriously? But I was so horny from all the teasing, that I blew my load in less than 20 seconds. And it was a BIG load. It kept coming and coming, and the old woman kept jerking me off until I was completely drained, catching every last drop in her other hand.

She held the cum-puddle up to my face and Heather laughed "A deal's a deal--lick it up, bitch!"

The girls were all laughing and commenting "No way" "Ewww!' "Gross" "What a loser" etc. as i leaned forward and began lapping my cum out of the old woman's hand.

The women all left, except Heather, who sat down beside me "That was so fricking hot. You've got to come back and we can do this again. Do we need to put your cage back on, or can you be trusted without it?"

I laughed, "Miss Heather--I'm completely exhausted right now, I think it can leave in my pocket, Ma'am."

"OK, get dressed then, Bitch."

I got up and put on my pants and shoes, but my shirt was nowhere to be found!

Heather looked at me with mischievous innocence "Don't know where that could have gone! Looks like you'll have to walk out of here in that cute bralette of yours! But don't worry, I'll walk you to the door."

What a walk of shame. By this point, the lunch rush had subsided, so there were only a few men around, but me walking through the club with only a bralette for a top certainly was humiliating, and earned me more than a few stares and laughs.

I got to the front door, and the bouncer looked at me, and handed me my shirt! Heather laughed at the look on my face, as I realized it had been a set-up.

I looked at her and said "Thank you, Miss Heather. This was amazing, and I'll definitely be back. But I did lie to you."

"About what?"

"I told you I was completely exhausted and no need to worry about me, Ma'am--but that walk of shame through the club has me hard as a rock again!"

Heather laughed so hard she snorted "I think you mean hard as a pebble! Until next time, bitch!"

Altogether I was in the club for about 4 hours, and had spent $450, but it was SO worth it!