My Husband Let A Stripper Molest Me

Uh huh, my darling master and protector let a stripper...But I'm getting ahead of myself.

Friday did not begin auspiciously. Events occurred which irritated Alpha, I allowed his irritation to irk me, and so it went until I suggested canceling our trip. It was a suggestion to which he was not amenable, so we went despite the irritations.

Then after a very nice dinner, and shortly before our foray to the strip club, I had a huge realization that I'm an idiot.
Those who point and laugh will no longer be welcomed in for free coffee...

The issue for me wasn't really jealousy.
Nothing had much to do with having a problem watching naked women crawl all over my husband.
Oh no.
The issue was me.
Walking into a strip club. And being extremely uncomfortable about doing so.
It was about him watching me squirm in discomfort while a naked woman crawled all over me.
Then squirm some more when I had to deal with the way I that ended up feeling about the whole thing.

And the whole lead up to this night?

He knew! 

All along, while deciding whether or not to go, and me thinking I have worked through all the wrong shit my shit, he was weighing whether or not I could even walk in the building, how I was going to cope, and how enjoyable it might be to watch me squirm.
And how much more enjoyable watching my discomfort at liking it would be.

He said that he had considered making me wear a skimpy dress, but thought better of it because it might be a bit much for me.
Whatdya know, lil miss delusional had already provided one. In my defense, it looked longer before I put my ass in it. As much of my ass as would fit anyways (turns out that wasn't a whole lot if I had to bend. At all).

As he watched my sudden and disconcerting encounter with the pink elephant previously unknown only to me, he laughed. And he smirked. And developed that decidedly predatory glint that fill me with anticipation and the sense that I should probably run.

I followed him into the dimly lit strip club squirming painfully, and wishing that I was invisible.

Turns out, that black, grey, and white striped dress, that was too short for comfort?
Glowed.
Oh yes--it was practically made to shine under black-light like a beacon shines out to the fucking sea.
I was half naked,
uncomfortable,
and very,
very
glow in the dark.