Written by tommy_welly

BDSM
3/02/2014


This is really not how it was meant to end, if this is the end. But, it sure as hell feels like it. Here I am, naked on my knees, hands taped behind my back, ankles tied together and somehow linked to my hands keping me on my knees. My face covered by a mask or a blindfold. I'm on a large plastic sheet they put down when I came in, all I can think of is that scene in Goodfellas where the guy has his brains blown out. The bouncers brought me here, to this small dark room above the club. This is desperate.....

I was in alone, yeah I know sad to be alone in a strip club, one of those creepy guys. I was horny after work and wanted a dance. When I got to the club I saw her as soon as I walked through the door, tall, raven haired wearing thigh boots and tiny leather number. It was pure lust from the moment I saw her. I had to wait as all the guys in the club were after her, but I finally got my dance. It was all I had ever dreamed of, staring into my eyes with her piercing stare as she danced and teased me. I had to sit on my hands to stop myself trying to touch her. Everytime she brushed me with her hair or hands I quivered with excitement. So perfect, so hot and me just another pervy old man in the club. It was at the end of the dance it all went wrong, as I stood to leave and thank her I went to kiss her on the cheek to say thankyou. At which point she shoved me back, knocking me back into my seat, saying "don't touch me you pervert". The next thing I know 2 bouncers are dragging me up the stairs to the room I am in now and I hear her instructing them "I want him naked and tied". I try to break free but am punched in the stomach and winded.

So here I am, alone, listening to the blood pump through my veins and the distant hum of the music from the club. I have tried shouting, but no one is going to hear me from here. I sob quietly, thinking of the beating I am about to take, how am I going to explain this? I could lose my job, my girlfriend everything.

The door opens and the music from the club streams in for a few seconds before it is slammed shut. I hear footsteps coming towards me, sounds like heels, not the flat sound of the bouncers boots. The steps stop in front of me, I try to speak, "I am so sorry, who is th........" but I am slapped across the face. I feel something cold and metallic running across my chest, feels sort of like a knife, oh shit, no! Next thing I know it is under my scrotum my balls in a leather gloved hand, I keep very still and very quiet. Then she speaks "You want to try and touch me now pervert?". I start to beg but only get a few words out before I am slapped in the face again. "I will tell you when to speak" she says.

Shall I carry on?