Louis came into my life on a Friday night, and the evening that unfolded was one of the most erotic and memorable experiences of my life. Sir had phoned me at work, his voice a low, sultry murmur that promised a night of pure indulgence. “I’d like you to stay the weekend and share dinner with me and my oldest friend, Louis,” he said, his clarity and politeness a stark contrast to the raw desire that lingered beneath his words.
I knew this was a request, not a command, but the implications were clear. Sir had a way of making even the simplest request sound like an invitation to something far more intimate. I had often stayed over at his home, and our arrangement was that I would be nude at all times. He adored my body, and I reveled in the freedom and empowerment that came with showing it off. In retrospect, I realized this was part of his training, a gradual unveiling that had been leading to this very moment.
As I prepared for the evening, I couldn’t help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness. Maybe I should get my hair and nails done, I thought, and a wax. I wanted to be perfect for him, for them.
My sweet Sir solved the first part of my dilemma by offering to pick me up at my condo. I relaxed, knowing that I could always return home after dinner if I couldn’t find a way out of my predicament. I asked what I should wear, and he responded that he had taken the liberty of having something nice delivered that afternoon. This was interesting; Sir loved my taste in clothes and had never made any suggestions to the contrary. His taste in his own clothes was subtle, perfectly fitted, and always appropriate. So, I was sure it would not be a cheerleader costume.
We agreed on a pickup at 7:00 PM. I arrived home at 5:00, to find a box at my front door from a very expensive dressmaker. Once inside, I quickly stripped and opened the box. Inside was an amazing garment that was clearly way out of my price range. A calf-length black silk dress with a backless fitted top that covered my entire torso and hid nothing. Perfectly fitted? It would seem to be painted on. It perfectly set off my muscles through its fit and my eyes because of the subtle handwork in blue and purple. Absolutely the most beautiful dress I could imagine.
Putting it (briefly) on, I felt gorgeous, strong, and desirable. With tears in my eyes, I immediately phoned him with a stammered yes and thank you. He apologized for any misgivings he had created in me; he had simply wanted to give me something I would not give myself. Oh, sweet Sir. He had already given me 1000+ orgasms. Apparently, a special night deserved a special outfit.
At exactly 7:00 PM, a black limo smoothly purred up in front of my door. Through my window, I saw Sir immediately get out, open the back door, and stand in readiness for my grand entrance. To this day, I will not forget the expression on his face as I appeared in my doorway. He gaped, absolutely gaped with his mouth opening and closing like a guppy while he struggled for words. I had never felt so beautiful and desirable in my life; a feeling he made permanent with his next words, “My beautiful Princess, you have my heart and any other parts of my body you desire.” Oh, sweet Sir.
We arrived at a wonderful restaurant in the financial district. One of those places that is so exclusive that you don’t get a reservation unless you can wait a year or own the place. Years later, I found that he did own a share of the place…and had given his equity to the chef. That feeling of magical beauty continued with the many admiring glances that came my way as we walked to our table in the corner. One geezer actually missed his mouth with his fork and stabbed himself in the ear. My breasts moved under the fabric, and my nipples became rock hard and swollen…as did my clit. By now, through repetition and training, I had become completely comfortable showing off my body.
We were brought to a table in a private area where an extremely good-looking black man was seated with a wine list open in front of him. He immediately rose to his feet (geez this guy was tall) and exclaimed: “My Lady, is this man bothering you? If so, I will have him immediately removed. Nothing should detract from your perfection this evening. I am at your service.”
Oh, be still, my pulsing vagina. This man was great looking, as well dressed as Sir, four inches taller, thirty pounds heavier, sculpted like a god, and had the most piercing blue eyes I had ever seen. I went along with the joke… “No, I think you two are clearly the most interesting men in the room and I want to get to know you both better. And there is no better way to get to know a man than by experiencing him with his oldest friend.”
Oh, I could think of a few ways I would like to experience these two men together. Yum. Details to follow.
What I experienced over the next three hours was some of the best food I had ever tasted, non-stop laughter, and the kind of completely unguarded conversation that can only happen between two men who have nothing but admiration and love for each. That Sir brought me into this was a gift I treasure to this day. It was his way of letting me know how much I mattered to him and how much I was a part of his life. His whole life: even the parts I was not ready for.
I discovered that they had met in a college dance class (really). Louis’ football coach and Sir’s boxing coach both had the same solution for their sloppy footwork. What began as a joke became serious when they discovered they liked to dance. Louis tutored Sir in physics, Sir tutored Louis in finance. Both aced Art History after seducing the professor. They had been roommates after college as they made and lost and made a million dollars in a tech start-up. Both had advanced black belts in aikido and had a years-long competition in pistol shooting. They had once loved the same woman, who broke both their hearts (the bitch).
Louis now ran a hedge fund and lived in Europe and the United States. Both spoke French, occasionally to each other. Too bad they didn’t know I also speak French. Details to follow.
Each was the other’s emergency contact on all forms. Good to know. Since college, they had never gone more than three weeks without talking. Sometimes for just five minutes. You’ve heard the song about sending lawyers, guns, and money? Sir had done it for Louis…twice. These two can drink anyone under the table, especially at $150 per bottle. Good thing we had the limo. Yes, Louis knew my back story and appreciated it. I blushed from head to toe when he asked if he could attend a performance. Watching Sir, I told him I would be honored; as long as he tipped well. Sir laughed till he cried.
It was about 10:30 and dinner was clearly drawing to a close. I had arranged for a friend to text me as a getaway option. No need: there was no way I would let this evening end. But I did quickly read the text as a pretext. “Well, Louis, it seems that you might get your wish sooner than I thought, if Sir agrees.” Sir cocked his head to the side, knowing I was about to throw a curve into the evening. A curve that I hoped would result in a home run.
“That was a text from the club where I dance. A dancer just called in sick and can’t make the midnight show. It’s a big deal for the club and frankly, a big deal for the dancer. She’s a friend and I owe her. Would you gentlemen be willing to drop me off at the club and go do men things while I help my friend?” Their eyes met and Sir answered, “No.” My heart skipped, because I hoped this was the successful first part of my idea. He continued, “If you think that Louis and I are going to give up your company so early in the evening, you are wrong.” My fingers were crossed under the table… “We’ll go with you. Think of us as…patrons. Louis, you actually have cash for that big tip, right?” Louis nodded.
“Do you have a costume or something to wear, Elizabeth?” Sometimes Sir is a bit dense. “Sir, it is a strip club. A very nice one, but still a strip club. I already have on a g-string and if you two kind men would donate your ties…I think I will be just fine.” Within thirty seconds I had two very expensive Hermes ties in hand.
We left the restaurant and got back into our waiting car. During the drive, I promised that I would protect my incredible dress with my life and that I would be leaving with them, no matter what. They agreed. Game on. We arrived at the club and left the car at the curb. My two knights (as I thought of them this night) made sure I got to the employee entrance, then walked through the patron door just like all the other high rollers. I went to the manager, who is a friend, and asked to take Donna’s place…promising Donna she would get all my tips. Each figured it was a win/win, she got to go home early, and the manager got a fresh dancer. Donna promised to guard my dress.
Midnight hit and the lights went down. I was led to the darkened stage by the manager. When the lights came back up, I was lit by a single spotlight that kept the rest of the stage dark and focused all attention on me. Gasps from the audience. I had on my g-string, pearls, and heels; blindfolded with one Hermes tie, while the other bound my hands to the pole above my head.
I heard Louis say, “Holy shit” and turned in that direction. I was now dancing for an audience of two, and I wanted to please them. No turns, no working the stage. Only them. My music started. I like EDM to dance, work out, and fuck to. On that stage, I was doing all three. I writhed and flexed, becoming a captured princess/warrior/whore. I slid into a full split, cunt leaving a wet spot on the floor. I used the stripper pole as a vaulting pole and levered myself full vertical, head down and breasts dripping with sweat. The first bills started hitting the floor around me and I smiled to an audience I could not see. Twisting as I came down to my feet, I was now facing the pole, hands crossed above me, still in bondage to my audience of two. The pole was a cock and I used it as my pleasure toy…for thirty amazing minutes…bills raining around me. My set ended to loud standing applause and more bills in my honor.
As the lights clicked off, I heard Sir’s voice cut through the noise: “Now!” I orgasmed in the dark; tied to the pole, protected and honored by my knights. And the night was not over.
