Every time I think about my first lap dance, the arousal, wetness and engorgement start up all over again.  The feel of the blood rushing to my loins, causing my labia to swell and my clit to wake up with the stimulation, is very distinctive and familiar by now.  Her stage name was Baby Doll, and she was petite and agile.  She had already whispered in my ear that she was particularly horny tonight and she liked me, so this would be fun.  It didn’t take me long to really get into the pleasure zone.  I guess I went a little too far into the zone, as some of it is a blurry memory.  Master watched from his chair and later he filled me in on the missing pieces.  I remember her being between my legs, under my skirt.  I was wearing crotchless fishnet stockings and no panties under my skirt.  The next thing I remember, she was dancing in front of me without her top (I do remember her taking off her top and throwing it on the table) I said something about my corset under my blouse when she was on my lap, rubbing up against my thinly covered breasts, and she told me I could take off my blouse.  I had no bra on and the corset runs under my breasts, leaving them exposed.  The thought of being half-naked in a public establishment gave me pause.  I am looking up at her half-naked body and I feel so good, with such a sense of unreality it almost feels like I’ve been drugged.  I look at her breasts, small and perky with hard little nipples like pencil erasers like mine, and I see my lipstick on her breast.  Wow, I don’t even remember doing that.  I apologize and she says not to worry.  At the same time I notice the lipstick kiss on her I realize I am dripping wet and throbbing between my legs.  I can’t remember what she did to get my clit so turned on and my pussy so incredibly wet, but everything seems to be in a haze.  She sits on my lap, facing away from me, and raises her right leg gracefully and my right hand snakes out and touches the back of her thigh, holding her leg for just a moment.  It was all so incredibly erotic.  I didn’t want it to ever end.  Then she had to go up on stage and dance.  Wow.  I was in shock.  My senses were overwhelmed, bombarded with new and exciting stimulus.  I finally asked Master about the dance later in the week and he chuckled and commented that perhaps when she was rubbing her thigh against my crotch is when I got so wet.  Damn, I was riding her leg like a bad dog and I truly don’t remember it.  Oh, I believe it though.  I was so turned on I would have agreed to almost anything at that point—except for taking off my blouse.  I would have done so without hesitation if Master had ordered me to.  She whispered that into my ear, so he didn’t know until much later. 

We left the club and went to dinner.  I felt like I was in a pleasant mental fog.  

We left the club after watching a couple other dancers perform and went and got something to eat, came home, and I realized I was still so incredibly horny.  Master and I were in the bedroom talking.  I suddenly got the impulse to lay on the bed, ass end up.  I spread my legs wide and grabbed the 4 inch heels of my favorite come-fuck-me sandals.  I was instinctively imitating one of the dancers who had laid on the dance floor in that position, then put herself close to a customer’s face and started to shake and shimmy in the most erotic way.  She was having fun with him.  She took her top off and rubbed her breasts in his face.  From clear across the room I could see the young man blushing fiercely.  Somehow that erotic, teasing mood took over and I was so ready for action.  I had taken my skirt off, so I was in corset, shoes, and crotchless stockings.  I was so wet.   Dripping wet.  Then I felt masters hand between my legs, rubbing and exploring then penetrating.  Oh that is what I wanted.  Really bad.  He grabs the lacings on the corset with one hand and works the other one inside of me.  That is all it took to propel me to subspace.  The rest of the world dropped away in an instant and all I could feel is the incredible sensation of his fingers and knuckles inside of me, pounding my pussy hard, in and out in a quick, intense motion.  Almost immediately I am begging Master to let me cum.  He is kind in that respect, he rarely withholds orgasms from me.  Oh my God.  I cum and cum and cum with a fierceness I have only experienced once before, with him.  I didn’t even care about the neighbor, I let it out and let my voice express my extreme pleasure in a most unrestrained manner.  Poor master, his hand gets crushed by those contracting vaginal muscles.  I could not control those muscles even if I had wanted to.  When we are done, he is washing the lube off his hand (he informed me he used very little lube this time, I provided the majority of the lube myself, this I believe.  I am floating and completely incapable of deep intellectual thought at this point) and I am laying on my back, watching him, listening, all my senses heightened and a sense of peace and satisfaction completely engulfing me like my own personal rain cloud of pleasure.  My body remembers this pleasure and peace combination vividly every time I think about the stripper, the dance, and the subsequent fisting. 

I have never been so sexually satisfied in my life.  I just sort of cruise happily through my days, the underlying feeling of arousal always in the back of my mind and spirit; lurking like a sensual background painted by an inventive, creative Master.  The sense of attachment and incredible loyalty these feelings incite give me the deep reassurance I need to feel secure in our relationship.  I wish I could explain to my Master how fiercely, deeply loyal and spiritually connected I feel to him. I feel like I have finally found my other half and it feels as if we have been one for a really long time, our relationship taking on the comfort and satisfaction of one that has withstood the test of time over the course of many years, not just months. I never knew what I was missing all these years that I lived only half a life sexually, I just knew there was more than I was experiencing.  I remember as a young teen my body feeling this same incredible feeling, I now believe they were spontaneous orgasms and they would overwhelm me at times, usually when I was in bed and relaxed.   I know there is still much more to discover and I welcome the journey.  

For the past few years I have entertained the idea of being intimate with another woman.  The problem with that is, I really didn’t know where to start.  I recognize there has to be a certain amount of attraction to make it work, just as with male/female intimacy.  Master and I discussed this at great length.   He finally decided he would start out by taking me to a strip club and having one of the girls give me a lap dance and see how I responded to that.  The idea made me feel oddly aroused.  So, Saturday afternoon he instructs me to go get ready, today is the day for the lap dance.  Hmmm.  I go get ready.  For me, getting ready to go out is a process.  Usually a lengthy process.  Today was no exception.  I wanted my outfit, my hair, my makeup, all of it to be as close to perfect as I could get.  Usually it takes me an hour to accomplish this task, this day it took two hours.  Sigh.  So glad Master is patient, I hate to be rushed.  Finally, we set out for the club.  He knows exactly which one to take me to.  I am clueless, only having been in a strip club once in Orlando, Florida over 27 years ago.  So we arrive, I feel a slight tickle of anticipation in my belly.  We walk in, the hostess cards us.  I chat with her a minute, turns out she’s from the same part of southern California where I was born and raised.  This is starting off well.  We go sit down.  The place is pretty deserted, as it is still early.  We order our drinks and next thing I know this cute little brunette is perched on the arm of my chair.  She starts talking to us, I am blushing so hard.  It is unusual to be this close to another woman.  My inner prude is fighting viciously with my inner slut.  My inner slut prevails.  I start talking to her, I am very interested in her.  She is cute, not too young, sweet, and funny.  We decide on a lap dance, Master pays her, and from that instant everything changed for me.  

Now I must go get ready for class.  Today is the last of my finals.  I will continue the story later.  Oh, so amazing.  I think it is official, I like girls.  :)

 Saturdays are fun days for Master and me.  This Saturday was no exception.  When he said to get ready to go to the store, I knew that meant to go get my rope harness so he could put it on me before I got dressed.  The feel of the rope against my skin and the way it makes my clit ultra-sensitive when he places the rope on either side of my labia, exposing my little clit and making it stick out like a thin little tongue, makes me anxious to wear it again under my clothes.  Just thinking about it makes the warmth and tingle of arousal start deep down and work its way up to my clit.  Such a lovely, erotic feeling.  When I first started corresponding with Master, I divulged to him my great love of rope bondage, shibari in particular.  I love that he went out of his way to find new ideas, starting with the rope harness that is so erotic yet not easily visible to others through my clothing.  It’s like a little secret of his ownership that we keep between the two of us, never allowing me to forget to whom I belong.  The feel of the rope against my anus, especially when I sit down or bend over, is especially erotic.  My eyes glaze over and I wonder if others can tell I’m in a constant state of arousal.  Again.  There’s a knot right in the center of my chest and rope that extends from it up and around my neck, looking like a rope halter top of sorts.  Sometimes the knot is visible above the neckline of my blouse.  Oddly enough, nobody ever comments on the rope.  I do get some strange looks sometimes, though.  Ah well, we are both consenting adults just playing around…  This time he wrapped thin rope all around each breast and secured the ends to the halter that ran above and below my breasts, making my breasts stand out more than usual.  I do not have large breasts, but they are extremely sensitive.  He can make me cum just by stimulating my nipples and quite often does.  I liked the way my breasts stood out, nice and perky, with this new addition to the harness.  It made my nipples even more sensitive than usual.  Mmmm, the power of a creative mind.  Never a dull moment here.  We took my bike to the bike shop to be repaired first.  I tried to go airborne a week ago and managed to trash my derailer.  You might say I got a bit derailed that day.  Just to torment me, we walked next door to get something to drink from the convenience store.  Oh, with every step my exposed, sensitive clit rubbed against my now-wet thighs.  It made him laugh to know it was arousing and teasing me at the same time.  Sigh, coffee time.  There are just way too many ways a sadist can truly torment a masochist like me.  I could see this was going to be an interesting day.

today was a good day. tried to become an acrobat today on my bike. that didn't end well. muscles sore from the rough landing after my mid-air flight. sigh. soaked in a long, hot bath and was rewarded with a visit from Master. Mmmmm I love it when he pees on me while I am in the tub... mouth open, tongue teasing the tip of his penis, feeling it get hard in my mouth, knowing that he is now struggling to keep it from getting completely hard, making it all but impossible to pee.  Oh, how he brings out the tease in me...  Floating in the hot water of the bath after he is done, hair and head almost completely immersed in the water, the water so hot it is almost painful and hair floating freely under and around me in the water.  I call it a "mermaid bath" and I love to take them and wash my hair and then my body.  mmmm.  Master mutters "pervert" as he exits the bathroom.  "Darn straight.  I'll take that as a compliment."  I quip as I lower myself into the water to relax and enjoy my luxurious bath...