“Anyway,” I said a bit later, “why would Potter pick me for your dare?” He looked a little uncomfortable. “Do I have to answer that?” “...No,” I conceded. “I was just curious.” “It killed that cat, you know,” he said airily. I raised an eyebrow. “Oh, okay,” he said. “I feel pretty bad about this now anyway. It was something about the most unlikely …” He trailed off, looking suitably ashamed. Not just the ‘ashamed’ look, but actually ashamed. I hadn’t realised he could do that. Once I got. Despite my excitement at all this humiliation, the cold air had made me small, limp and flacid. He smirked at my condition. "Do you want me to play with myself, Master? Like I did for you at the motel?" "No slave, much to the contrary -- I have a better idea for a cheap slut like you." He taunted. And with that, he strapped a confining metal and leather contraption tightly around my manhood. "I wish you could see just how sweet you look in your new cock cage. Here, I'll lock it in place.. I left it at that. That night hubby and Dan and I drank some more and watched TV and hubby decided to put some porn on, wasn't sure why, then the scene was a woman sucking cock. And Dan said she did that well. I looked and said not bad I guess. He said Oh and you can do better. Even on my worst day. Prove it he said as he looked at my hubby who just shrugged. I never refuse a challenge. I got on my knees and licked my lips. He got the message,Dan stood up and pulled off his pants and stood in. I told her about my experiences on stage, especially with Tessa’s troupe, which seemed to turn her on quite a bit, but she tried hard not to let it show. When we finally got up to get back home we exchanged phone numbers and promised to stay in touch.A few days later she actually called and asked if I wanted to go to a burlesque with her. I didn’t know the show, nor the club it was supposed to be in, but I agreed. We met in front of the location on a parking lot and I almost would not have.