sissy jessie at the strip club

Once in a while, my little shame-addicted sissy, jessie, is able to escape her vanilla life for a little while and devote that time to being humiliated for my amusement. Last week was one of those moments where she stepped forward to entertain me.

This is our WhatsApp exchange.

At 1.22pm jessie messaged from the club to say ‘We’re on.’ much to my D/ delight.

This is the report I got later that night.

Written by sissy jessie…

It takes a while to get going, but as I sit in the corner of the virtually empty strip club, sipping my rose, the purpose of my visit gets me feeling OHSO turned on… I could look at the wall and get turned on. The life of a pathetic chaste sissy i guess… Mistress has dressed me in slutty pink knickers that caress my clitty and struggle to contain my fat ass, and i’m watching Rosa thrust her impossibly hot body against a pole. I’ve paid a pound for this privilege, and it’s worth every penny. She’s quickly down to her panties; gyrating that lucky pole, and my clit is on fire. “I’m such a lucky sissy” I whisper over and over under my breath. Another gulp of rose and She’s coming over. Not a massive surprise. There’s only two of us in the club 🙂

“Do you want a dance love?” She’s direct and flirty, all smiles and kind eyes, so I go for it. “Y..yes please I stammer. I’m owned you see and Mistress allows me to come in here sometimes”. She smiles kindly, accepts my £20 and leads me to the private area where she gives me a wonderful dance. It’s pretty standard, but as she grazes my hot, hard, tiny clit with her thigh I let out a whimper of submissive bliss. It’s all I can do not to shove my thumb in her mouth and call her Daddy.

As the dance comes to an end she offers me more time, but I make my excuses and ready myself to head back to the stage. She hesitates. I look down and up at her all pitifully. “Would you allow me to kiss your shoe please Miss?” I blush. She laughs. A tale as old as time. I feel that clit pulse, all churned up sexual energy with an intense beta edge. Naked girl. No chance. There’s something intensely cuckold about a strip club…

You know she’ll be off to fuck a hot partner somewhere while you pay, look, don’t touch. Feel so pathetic as her sexual superiority shines through. Want to ask her to slap you to the ground, dress you in her panties, parade you through the club, suck the other guys’ dick, get on your hands and knees to scrub the floor with his hot cum drying on your face while the girls all humiliate you… But it’s not happening. Not today.

“Go on then. Be quick.” The quick peck to the foot and you thank her, back out, finish your rose. More pounds and it’s back into the cold light of Old Street. Real life. Clit still hard. Still so pathetic. Reinforcing that beta status…

Your phones out. You type, shakily. Thank you Mistress. May I go again next week please giggles. Delete. There’s a report to write first! You head back to work to begin, but there’s a brainstorm about ‘praise kink’ sex toys.

Your clit stiffens. “Audio dildo narrated by Neil Morrisey?” If only he knew…

Thank you Mistress. Thank you so much 💕