The car came to a stop in front of the strip club, and I could barely contain the pulse of need between my legs. It had been over a month since I’d last been allowed to cum—thirty days of edging, of being teased to the brink of madness, only to be denied at the last second, over and over. Every night, the throbbing ache in my pussy grew worse, the constant slickness between my thighs a humiliating reminder of how desperate I was. I could barely think anymore, the need to cum overtaking every rational thought. I was on the edge of breaking.

I shifted in my seat, feeling the soaked fabric of my thong clinging to my swollen pussy. I was dripping wet, the result of my Dom’s relentless teasing and orgasm denial. I had dressed exactly as he’d instructed—long black dress with a sexy split on the side, black lace lingerie underneath, stockings held up by a garter belt, and a lace collar around my neck. Despite the layers of fabric, I felt more exposed than ever, knowing exactly how vulnerable I was in his hands tonight.

My Dom stepped out of the car without a word, opening the door for me. My legs shook as I followed him into the club, the anticipation unbearable. He’d promised me tonight would be the night—finally, after a month of denial—but I knew that with him, nothing came without a price.

Inside, the atmosphere hit me immediately. Dim lighting, the thrum of bass-heavy music, and the scent of alcohol mingled with perfume. The main stage was at the center of the room, bathed in light, with a red velvet curtain framing it. As we walked deeper into the club, I noticed the crowd—mostly men—gathered around small tables, all of them focused on the woman currently performing on stage.

She was graceful and confident, moving her body in time with the music, slowly peeling away layers of her costume. The crowd watched with rapt attention as she twirled around the pole, her body bare except for a skimpy thong and heels. I felt the heat rising in my cheeks as I watched her work, unsure why he had brought me here.

We found a table near the back, a perfect view of the stage, but far enough from the crowd to feel somewhat hidden. I sat beside him, my legs crossed, trying to ignore the knot of tension in my stomach. The stage lights flickered, and I caught the smirk on his face as he leaned in close, his breath warm against my ear.

 “Enjoying the show?” he asked, his tone teasing.

I bit my lip, unsure how to answer. I nodded slightly, my eyes flicking back to the stage as the stripper slowly removed her thong, leaving her completely naked under the hot lights, her skin glistening with sweat as she moved. The crowd cheered, and I felt my cheeks burn at the intensity of the gaze directed at her.

My Dom’s hand brushed against my thigh, sending a shiver up my spine. His touch was light, teasing, as he leaned in even closer, his voice low and controlled. “You see how they’re all watching her, don’t you? How they can’t take their eyes off her body?”

I nodded, my breath catching in my throat as his fingers traced circles along my thigh. I could barely focus on the performance anymore, not with him so close, the heat of his words burning through my haze of need.

I squeezed my thighs together, desperate for any kind of relief, but it only made things worse. I was throbbing, soaked, my pussy clenching around nothing, begging for release. My Dom placed a hand on my thigh, his touch light but commanding, as if reminding me of his control over my body. His eyes never left mine, watching every tremble, every sign of how badly I needed this.

As the stripper finished her dance, the music changed, and the announcer’s voice crackled over the speakers. “Alright, ladies and gentlemen, it’s that time again! Amateur night! Any brave lady in the audience who wants to take the stage; now’s your chance! Show us what you’ve got, and who knows—you might just be the star of the night!”

The crowd erupted in cheers and whistles, and my heart stopped. Amateur night? I hadn’t known. My breath caught in my throat as the room seemed to spin. The voice of the announcer hung in the air like a challenge, and I felt the weight of it settle over me like a fog. I glanced at my Dom, searching for some hint of what was to come, but his expression remained unreadable.

He leaned in close, his breath hot against my ear. “So, here’s your choice. If you want to cum tonight,” he said, his voice calm but with a cruel edge that sent a shiver down my spine, “you’ll have to earn it.”

His hand tightened on my thigh, the pressure making me squirm in my seat. “If you want to cum, you’re going to have to get up on that stage, and show the crowd what a desperate little slut you are.” His tone darkened, growing more sadistic. “You’ll get up on that stage, strip for the crowd, and when you’re completely naked, you’ll squat down and spread your legs and give them all a good look at just how desperately wet and swollen your dripping little pussy is. You’ll touch yourself, masturbate yourself on stage, to show everyone what a needy little slut you are, and if you make it good enough, I’ll finally let you cum, right there in front of everyone to see.”

I whimpered softly, my heart pounding, my pussy clenching in response to his humiliating words. I could already feel my cheeks burning with shame, but the heat between my legs only intensified.

“If you choose not to,” he continued with a faint, twisted smile, “you’ll stay denied for another month. But then next time? It’ll be even harder to earn that orgasm. So, the choice is yours, my desperate little whore. Show everyone here what a needy little slut you are, or go back to another month of orgasm denial.”

The weight of his words hung over me like a heavy fog. My entire body was trembling with need. I could barely stand the thought of another month of denial, of being edged and teased without release. But the idea of getting up on stage, stripping naked in front of a room full of strangers, exposing my most intimate moments for their entertainment—it terrified me. The humiliation would be unbearable.

But the need to cum… it was too strong. It overpowered everything else.

Without saying a word, I stood up on shaking legs, feeling my Dom’s gaze burning into me as I walked toward the stage. The crowd cheered, sensing what was coming, and my heart raced, every nerve in my body on fire. My Dom’s eyes followed me, watching intently as I climbed the stairs, the weight of his control settling over me even more heavily than before.

The music started again, slow and sensual, and I stood there for a moment, frozen under the gaze of the audience. They were all watching me—hungry, eager for the show I was about to give them. My fingers trembled as I reached for the zipper of my dress, the fabric sliding down my body in slow, deliberate movements. When the dress fell to the floor, revealing my black lace lingerie and stockings, the crowd erupted in cheers, their voices blending into a roar that made my head spin.

My hands shook as I reached behind me to unclasp my bra, letting it fall away, exposing my breasts to the room. The crowd roared louder, and my cheeks flushed with shame and excitement, my body betraying me as my arousal only grew stronger. I could feel my pussy throbbing, the slickness soaking through my thong, and I knew the crowd could see it too—the way my nipples stood at attention, the way my skin flushed with desire.

I slid my thong down my legs, kicking it aside, and stood there fully naked on stage, exposed to the entire club. The eyes of the crowd were all over me, and I could feel their lustful stares like a physical force. My Dom watched me from his seat, silent but commanding, his gaze never leaving my trembling body.

I lowered myself into a squat, my legs spread wide, exposing everything to the crowd. My fingers slid down between my legs, and I hesitated for just a moment before I did it—spreading my pussy lips with my fingers, giving them all a perfect view of my swollen clit, glistening wet with need.

The crowd went wild, their voices blending together into a roar that made my head spin. The heat of their attention, the way they watched me, hungry and eager—it turned me on more than I could have imagined. I could hear them shouting, cheering, whistling as I exposed myself so completely, and my body responded, my pussy clenching with need.

I started rubbing my clit, slow at first, teasing myself, and the reaction from the audience was immediate. The cheers grew louder, the crowd encouraging me with every moan that slipped from my lips. I could feel my Dom’s eyes on me from across the room, watching as I turned my humiliation into a spectacle for everyone.

The more I rubbed, the louder the crowd became, their excitement feeding into my own. My fingers worked faster, my hips grinding against my hand, and I felt myself getting lost in the moment. The humiliation, the shame—it only made me hotter, more desperate. I wanted them to see. I wanted them to watch as I humiliated myself, as I gave them a show they wouldn’t forget.

I moaned louder, my fingers moving in frantic circles over my swollen clit, my breath coming in gasps as the pleasure built higher and higher. The crowd’s cheers spurred me on, and I spread my legs wider, thrusting my hips up into my hand as I rubbed myself harder, more furiously.

I glanced at my Dom, and his eyes met mine. He gave the slightest nod—my signal. The permission I’d been waiting for.

With that silent command, the floodgates opened, and I let go. My orgasm hit me like a wave, crashing over me with a force that left me trembling and shaking. I cried out, my body convulsing with pleasure as I came, rubbing my clit frantically, milking every last drop of pleasure. The crowd erupted into applause, their cheers deafening as I rode out the last of my orgasm, my legs trembling, my body slick with sweat.

I collapsed onto the stage, panting and exhausted, my entire body trembling with the aftermath of the orgasm. The shame and thrill of what I had just done still burned hot in my chest, but all I could feel was relief—finally, after so long, I had been allowed to cum.

The announcer’s voice came over the speakers, dripping with amusement. “Well, ladies and gentlemen, what a show! Looks like someone’s been saving that up for a long time! Let’s give it up for our star tonight!”

The crowd’s cheers swelled again. My Dom stood up, his eyes still locked on me, a cruel smile playing on his lips. He didn’t need to say a word. I knew I had passed. I had humiliated myself, exposed my most private parts, turned my most intimate moment into a show for strangers—and I had loved every second of it.