John was a regular at the local Gentleman's Club. The manager, bartenders and many of the dancers knew him by name and he felt very comfortable there. All the employees knew John's routine--he would sit on the same stool in front of the big-screen tv and order a Bombay martini. After he ordered the second drink he would invite one of the dancers to be his "date", buying her drinks and eventually going to the back room for some dances.

When John was drunk, he would often let his guard down and drop hints to the dancer's that he was a little freaky behind his preppy exterior and enjoyed bondage and related activities. Some of the dancer's moonlighted as pro Dommes and were happy to chat about it. They would get a little rough with John's nipples during couch dances and they knew he loved it.

John's favorite dancer was a latino girl who called herself Venus. She was 24, had a beautiful face, great body without being too thin and a smile that instantly had men eating out the palm of her hand. She was often John's "date", and kept trying to get John to go to the "VIP" room with her where she promised to do "whatever he wanted". John always declined--he didn't want to spend the money and drew a fine line between "stripper" and "hooker".

One night, John was sitting with Venus and he was a little drunk and unusually horny. She was finally able to talk him into paying for an hour in a private VIP room. John paid the house and Venus suggested he slip the bouncer $50 to guarantee they would be left alone.

When they entered the room, Venus stripped to her g-string and thigh-highs, straddled John's lap and immediately went for his nipples. She had danced for him many times and knew his weak spot. Within seconds, she felt his cock hardening in his pants and began rubbing it with her hand through the fabric. After a minute of this, John was moaning and squirming beneath her.

Venus, still rubbing his cock, said "John, I know that you like a little kink so I brought you a surprise". She reached into the purple Crown Royal bag that she kept her tips in and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. John, in a haze of alcohol and desire allowed her to place them on him. Venus cuffed John's hands and attached them to a coat hook on the wall above the couch. She then removed one of her stockings and used it to blindfold him with. She then unzipped his pants and pulled his cock through the opening in his boxers.

John started to protest but was stopped dead by the feel of warm wet lips on the head of his raging hard-on. For the next 30 minutes, Venus kept John on the edge of orgasm until he was crazy with desire. Suddenly, her sweet voice took on an evil edge and she began taunting him about his predicament and started slapping his throbbing cock and balls and told him to start begging to cum.

At that point, John would have done ANYTHING to cum and started begging like his life depended on it. Venus grabbed her bag and pulled another pair of panties out of it. She wrapped the silk around his pulsing hard-on, now dripping with pre-cum, and stroked him until he soaked the panties with cum. She then began slapping his sweaty face, and began taunting him about what a filthy slut he was and how she was going to leave him there for all the girls to see. When John opened his mouth to protest, she shoved the cum-soaked panties in his mouth.

John, still cuffed and blindfolded. was revolted by the taste of his cum in his mouth but didn't dare spit out the panties. He felt Venus get up and then heard something jangling nearby. He felt her placing something around his cock and balls then felt her guide something over his shaft. He started to try to pull away, but felt Venus give his balls a hard, painful squeeze and thought better of it. He heard another jingle and then a distinctive "click".

Venus removed the blindfold and John could see that his cock was now surrounded by a metal tube with a hole in the end and there was what looked like a handcuff around his balls that was attached to the cock-tube. Venus was dangling a key in front of his face and said:

"I now own your cock. This is the only key to your new chastity belt. If you want to cum again, you will do exactly as I say. You will come to the Club every Saturday night. When you come in you must bring me a new g-string and pair of stockings that I can wear on stage. You must be wearing a matching pair of panties and stockings under your pants. When I come around for tips, you must have a drink waiting for me and address me as Mistress loudly regardless of who is listening".

"I may or may not ask you to have a private dance with me. If I do, you will be tied up and gagged while I play with you. I will remove the chastity belt and clean your filthy cock. I then will tease you mercilessly for the rest of the hour. If you are lucky, I MIGHT let you cum. If you are unlucky, I will take the ice from the champagne bucket and freeze your cock and balls until you are soft enough to be locked up."

"Nod if you understand".

John nodded vigorously. Venus unlocked the handcuffs, and before John could get his bearings, she left the room. He took the panties out of his mouth and examined the contraption around his cock. He saw that the design was deviously clever and knew that he was stuck until Venus unlocked him.

John pulled his pants up, tried to make himself look presentable and stuffed the cum-soaked panties in his pocket. He walked back out into the bar and heard the cheesy DJ say: "Gentleman!! Now on stage the lovely Veeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee-nus". He looked up on stage and there she was, looking incredibly beautiful and as if nothing had happened. She was wearing a silk thong that matched the pair in his pocket, and a small key was hanging between her breasts from the chain around her neck.

Venus spotted John from the stage, fingered the key and blew him a kiss. There was no doubt where he would be next Saturday night.