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The CrossI was used to being naked in front of people, sometimes an audience of a hundred or more at a time when I’m dancing. But not like this. When I was onstage, De Muis (“The Mouse”) was free and in control.Here I was bound and on display to dozens of people who could walk right by me. Discuss me with each other while I listened. Touch or feel or caress me. And I was helpless to stop them.I was tied, naked, to a giant X, a St. Andrew’s cross, feet strapped wide apart, arms strapped wide apart, gagged, blindfolded, with my pussy and tits available for anyone who wanted to touch them. I was panting around the gag because I was anxious, eager, excited – and scared, having never had anything like this done to me before.Perhaps because I was blindfolded, I found my other senses grew sharper. A scent of perfume or aftershave told me someone was nearby. A touch on some part of my body, often an intimate touch, might be rough or soft, and could allow me to guess whether the person touching me was male or female. A voice commenting on my body might suggest whether they were a stranger or someone I knew.The people walking past me, discussing me, or even caressing or feeling my body thought they were anonymous. But I was able to identify some of them – and that often scared me.And even though I felt like a piece of meat on display, I found that being treated this way also made me very, very wet. So wet that I worried that people would be able to smell me, and see that my cunt was dripping. And that made me wetter still…I was my Domina’s playtoy. No, her fucktoy. Her submissive.And I never saw it coming…The Stag and The AftermathOnce Ricky, the best man, had cum in my mouth, he was very kind. He kissed the top of my head, then helped me stand, gave me a hug, and then said he had to get back to the party.That left me with Luuk. I decided to try being nice.I smiled, and said, “May I suck you, too?”He blushed, stood up and said, “Uh, sure.” And he hesitantly unzipped.Then it struck me. This was probably his first blow job, and he didn’t know what to do!So, I sank to my knees in front of him, stroked his semi-hard cock, and said, “Oh, God, you’re big,” I breathed. Which wasn’t true – he was a little above average, about 150 centimeters (6 inches) – but I know men like to hear that.I leaned forward and kissed his prick, then licked the top of it, running my tongue along his length, then pushing his foreskin back, and licking around the head of his cock.He was getting hard, so I took him into my mouth and started bobbing back and forth along its length as I stroked it with my hand. Now he was getting into it, and grabbed my hair, trying to push further into my mouth. bahis şirketleri I smacked his hand lightly to indicate I didn’t want him to do that.I decided the best bet was to try to get him to cum quickly and get this over with, so I increased my tempo and started to suck a little harder.Sure enough, his cock started to twitch and his balls started moving shortly after that. He gave a sharp cry, grabbed my head, pushed deep into my mouth, making me gag, and came down my throat. He was lucky I didn’t throw up all over his dress slacks!I was pretty sure at this point that this was his first blow job – but it would be his last with me!I moved his hands away. He flopped out of my mouth, and sat down hard on the settee, breathing heavily.I smiled at him, and said, “I need to get back. Aurora needs me.” And left. But I was angry.Miriam’s PlanThe rest of the evening passed uneventfully, and a while later, I found myself in a cab alone with Miriam. She had paid everyone, and dispatched them all off in individual cabs, but said she wanted to see me home.“So, how did it all go?” she asked casually.“Oh, it was all fine.”She looked at me. “Fine.”“Yes, it was, ah, fine.”“What are you not telling me? What happened?” She looked vexed, and it worried me a bit.“Well, the best man was good, he was a gentleman, but his friend…”“What was the friend’s name?”“Luuk.”“Right. Okay, what about Luuk?”“Well, he got a bit rough with me, and tried to force his cock further down my throat than I wanted…but it was my fault! I didn’t manage him properly, and he…”She held up her hand, and cut me off. “Being a sex worker is mostly pretty good. The pay can be very good, and most of the time it’s like being paid for something you like doing. But there are slobs who are not gentlemen, and they don’t deserve our services. Now, tell me more about this…Luuk.”So, I told her what happened, then told her it was nothing, to forget it.“We’ll see. Now, other than that, is this something you’d like to do again? Did you want me to find additional sex work for you? You don’t have to, you know. You’re very popular at the Club, and you’re making good money on lap dances…but sex work pays even better, and it can lead to additional kinds of work. Your choice.”I thought for a moment. I had more money than I ever had before, but the money I made tonight was even better – and that was for the work I usually did at the club, plus two blow jobs.And I was still sharing an apartment. Having my own place would be heaven.“What kind of additional work are you talking about? Surely not as a window girl?” Amsterdam has a red-light district where sex workers of all kinds stand and offer themselves in windows. bahis firmaları It’s not something I wanted to consider – too much like hanging in a butcher’s shop window.Miriam looked at me for several seconds, and I began to get uncomfortable. She’s beautiful, a blond Valkyrie from Germany, but she can be pretty scary.Then she smiled and said, “You’ve become very popular at the Club in a short period of time. ‘De Muis’, the Mouse, we call you. And you’re young, and look sweet and innocent – which, I have to tell you, you are. So, I was thinking that we could work a couples dance.”“What’s a couples dance?”“It’s where two women – or any two performers, really – dance together, usually with a theme or some kind of story to tie them together. What I’m thinking of is a seduction story, with you as an innocent virgin, wearing white lace, and me as the evil seductress, wearing black.“Would you be okay with doing that?” she asked.I thought about it. I trusted Miriam for figuring out how to choreograph this kind of dance, and she certainly knew how to make things sexy for an audience. She was an expert at that. Which left…“How much would this pay?”“Well, the easy part is the performance, and you would clear about €300 to €500 for one evening’s performances, in addition to anything else you make for stripping, lap dances, or sexing. You might wind up clearing as much as €1,000 a night if we were doing a sexier version at a party, and had additional clients after.”That sounded really good to me! “Why are the performances the easy part?” I asked.She smirked at me. “Because the rehearsals take time, and a lot of practice and work. We will have to spend two- to three hours a day for about two weeks to get the routine down. Are you willing to do that?”I thought for a moment because there were a lot of things going around in my head. First, I could always use more money, and this sounded like really good additional money. On the other hand, the exotic dancing I did now was easy – I didn’t have to rehearse to do it. But once we had the dance routines down, the additional money would keep flowing.I think the thing that decided me was that I was drawn to Miriam. She had a magnetic personality, and I admired her. If I was honest with myself, I had a crush on her. And the idea of spending that much time with her was attractive, all on its own.“I’d like to try,” I said.She frowned. “I’m not going to invest time in you if you’re only going to try. If we do this, I want you to commit to it, or else don’t waste my time.” She was very forceful.She was also frightening. I swallowed, and said, “What I mean, Miriam, is that I’m willing to do this, but I’m not sure I have the kaçak bahis siteleri talent.”Her frown disappeared, and she laughed. “You forget, I’ve seen you dance. Yes, it will take work – a lot of work, and it will be hard – but I am quite confident you can do it, if you will follow my instructions, and are willing to sweat and practice. So, will you do what I tell you?”I looked at her for a moment and felt drawn to her all over again. She thought I had enough talent to invest her time in me!I nodded, “Yes, I promise.”She leaned forward and kissed me lightly on the lips, and smiled. “I was sure you would. You’re going to be great. And you’ll love it.”I smiled up at her, and felt warm and appreciated. That was a feeling I had never had before I had taken up exotic dancing, and one I found I wanted badly. And it had all happened because of Miriam. I decided right then that I would work hard, and do anything I could to please her.An Unexpected RehearsalThe afternoon of our first rehearsal, I took a cab to her address. It was in a surprisingly nice part of the city, and was in a respectable – and expensive – building. I rang, and she buzzed me in, and I ran up the three flights of stairs.When I knocked, she opened the door almost immediately, and said, “Good girl! You’re on time. I like that. Come in,” and smiled. I was thrilled by her approval, and glad that I had left enough time to be a few minutes early.She gave me a tour of her flat. I was surprised speechless, which is highly unusual for me. It was a beautiful apartment with a modern kitchen, a pantry, and even a garage and a car! There were lovely views of the canals, two bedrooms, plus a loft she had converted into a dance studio.“You look surprised, little Mouse.”“It’s beautiful! But it must be very expensive?”She smiled at me. “Very.”I wanted to ask how she afforded it but was intimidated. If she wanted to tell me, she would, in her own time, I guessed.“Go change into your rehearsal clothes. There’s a bathroom right there,” she said, pointing to a door just down the hallway from her studio.I was wearing most of my workout clothes, but changed my top and put on my dancing shoes, then came out to the studio.“You’re very pretty, you know,” she said with a serious look on her face. “That’s part of why the audiences love you. And I like the way you look, too.”I blushed with embarrassment – and pleasure. “Thank you,” was all I could manage to say. I hadn’t been this awkward since I was sixteen in secondary school, and just getting seriously interested in having sex.“Okay, let me walk you through the choreography. There are a total of four versions of the dance we will need to learn.”We’ll start with the short, more conservative version of roughly ten minutes that we might use at the Club Exotisch in the early evening on a weekend. The BDSM version will be much more physical, and we would use that for a later, raunchier crowd.
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