Masochist me/Sex training/Striptease

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The next class, we moved on to striptease, and taking touch beyond petting.

"Now, one way to help initiate sexual energy is a striptease. For this, I have brought in a professional."

The woman who came in was definitely professional. I felt a mixture of both attraction and jealousy. It wasn't like some strip show. She showed the various ways to strip.

"Hello everyone," she says, her voice a playful, yet husky growl. "For doing a sexy little striptease for your partner, remember that you are not a professional. Please ignore the movies, or the women at strip clubs. You need to find what works for you. First, you will need to make sure your clothes are right for the occasion. It is best that you dress in layers, but that you are comfortable. More layers makes it so you have more to take off. This makes the process take longer, and leaves more for him to imagine longer than if you take everything off in a few seconds."

She went through each item that she wore. A pair of stiletto boots, ankle socks, and black tights. A black miniskirt with a pair of white panties. A button up top with a strap top underneath, a white bra to match her panties. A hair tie holding her hair back in a pony tail.

"So, I can start with the pony tail, let my hair down, both figuratively and literally. Then, move on to the different elements, each time exposing more. Taking off my top will show more cleavage. Taking off my skirt will show the tights molding to me. Or, I could slip off the tights, and leave my legs bare. See, you can already see some of the men in class getting excited, just seeing bits of me as I show off each layer." She winked at one of the guys, and all attention went to him. Suddenly, he was the one blushing.

"So, would you like to be my helper," she asked? There was such a quality to her voice, something that entranced and seduced. Even the women were captivated by the way her voice caressed each word she said. The guy nodded, and she pulled out a chair and set it in front of her. "Okay, sit here, and we can start," she practically ordered him, although the way it came out, it was hard to tell if it was an order...or invitation.

She continued as he came up and sat down. "So, each article of clothes is chosen for the final intention. Not always an option, if you want to give a show, but still wish to give your man a little treat. But if it is something you plan for him, then make sure you think about the effect of each. Notice, right now, I am actually exposing very little, although hinting at a lot. The button up shirt, while maybe not what you might think of in terms of sexy, is a good choice because you can tease each button. The strap top," she undid the buttons so the class could see it clearer than when she first showed, "will help show off the cleavage once the button up top is off, and allow him to see the shoulders, upper chest, and back. The tights will show your curves, including your ass, while not showing any skin. The short skirt gives him hints what is under it. So, if you take off the skirt first, it will show those upper curves. The hips, the ass, the crotch. Many guys like the look, but they also like to see a woman in just the shirt itself, where they have a full view of the legs. You could even go for taking the panties off before taking the skirt off. Many guys like the idea of a girl in a skirt with no panties. While taking either off, you can flash tantalizing bits of you, and once the button up is gone, you can bend in front of him, giving him a peek down your top. There are many guys who will get hornier seeing these teasing bits than they will seeing you go from fully clothed to naked in a flash. Not that this needs to be your striptease otufit, just that you need to think about what order you will take it off, what he will see, and how it will show each stage. Each guy is different, so what he will prefer will vary. Some guys would rather I end up topless before bottomless. Others would prefer I end up bottomless before topless. Some like the certain things left on, others want me to be completely naked by the end. And again, remember, just relax, have fun with it. Don't get caught up on your self conscious viewpoints. Don't worry about what your stomach looks like, or your thighs, or your breasts, or your ass, or, well, anything. Don't try to be Demi Moore. Just enjoy it, and if he loves you, he will enjoy it anyways."

With that, she went and turned off the lights. The light from the windows still made the classroom bright, but not nearly as much. "So, next, setting your stage. So, have him sit down. Like my volunteer here." With that, she ran her fingers through his hair. She definitely had his attention, and everyone else's. "Push him down in the chair you set up, or ask him to sit, or tell him. It doesn't matter. You want to stand away from him. Then, he can see everything, but he is not able to reach you. If he tries, then stop him. It is a better experience." With that, she turned away, looked over her shoulder, and whispered, in a whisper that could be heard by all, a breathless, growling voice, "I have a little something for you."

She went to the teacher's desk, hit play on the CD player on it.

Come Here baby
You know you drive me up a wall the way you make good on all the
nasty tricks you pull
Seems like we're makin' up more than we're makin' love
And it always seems you got somn' on your mind other than me
Girl, you got to change your crazy ways
You hear me

"Pick a song that matches the pace you want to keep. Not too slow, but not too fast either. Also remember, your mood is important too. It helps if you pick a song that makes you feel a bit...wild." Now she stood next to him, as she prepared.

With that, she started moving to the music. She slowly walked away from him, swinging her hips, making the skirt sway, even with how short it was. She placed one foot directly in front of the other, and dragged each foot along. She then turned, pulling out the hair tie as she did, causing her hair to flip around. She again slowly walked towards him, each step painfully dragged out, like she was in a movie slow motion. Her fingertips gently traced down her body starting at the insides of her breasts, tracing along the bottom, then down her sides. Only her fingertips touched, and drew attention to each part. Her breasts, her waist, her hips, as she swayed while walking towards him.

Each step, she kept her eyes locked on his. Soon, she stood in front of him, and leaned over the chair. Eyes locked together, she undid a button, then gave a teasing lift to the bottom of the shirt. Hands back up, and second button off. Four left to go. She caressed his chin, pulling his eyes back to hers, then winked and undid another button.

She stepped away a few steps, then found a wall nearby, rolling her ass the entire way. Everyone's eyes watched, hypnotized. Some blushing, obviously not completely comfortable with the effect, while others were very comfortable with the effect. Even I could feel myself getting a little...hot and bothered, and I was not that attracted to other women. Sure, I had been with other women, but it was just not the same. As she pressed herself against the wall, breasts mashed up against it, she did...something, and the shirt was completely unbuttoned. She spun around, slow, like all of her movements to this point, and threw it down, and then ignored it, as she ran her fingers over her collar bone, across the front of her chest. Somehow, she even managed to pinch her breasts together, popping out her cleavage. It was hard to completely grasp how she did it without her hands though, and without making it look like she was trying to shove her breasts forward. The way she crossed her arms together, then unpopped her cleavage as she ran her fingers across her stomach, lifting the strap top to expose her belly as she did.

Arching her back, she lifted her arms above her head, then slid down the wall. Popped back up, then slid down again. This time, she rolled forward, crawling towards him on hands and knees. Her top left a clear shot right down the shirt, exposing her bra to everyone. As she crawled, she caught the heel of one boot, pushing it off, then caught the other. Shoes off, she stopped before she got to him, laying down on her stomach. She pushed herself up with her hands and arms, back arched, then moved to a kneeling position. From there, she reached under her skirt, grabbed the tights band, and pulled. As is cleared her ass, she slid onto it, sitting, then pulled it down, keeping her legs together. Once it was below her knees, she lay down, on her back, the skirt lifting, clearly showing her white panties. She pulled the tights down the rest of the way, then off, over her feet. She looked at him, gave a coy, shy look, and closed her legs. She rolled back over, onto her hands and knees, and crawled towards him. As she reached him, she put her tights on his head, over his face. As he moved them away from his face, so the legs fell down the sides of his head, she moved her face right to his, kissing him on the lips, bringing his hand to the bottom of her shirt, motioning him to grab and lift. He did, as she knelt in front of him, arms above her head. We watched as he copped a feel of her breasts. She playfully batted his hands away as he slid it over her head. With that, she walked back over, rolling hips and ass showing just how short the skirt was, before pulling another chair in front of him, and sitting sideways on it.

She ran her hands over her legs, then, when the beat she was waiting for hit, she slid one bra strap off her shoulder. She slipped the other off, then turned in the chair, letting him watch as he undid the bra clasp. Turning profile, back to the chair, she slid the bra off, covering her left nipple so he could see the breast, but not the nipple.

She threw her bra at him, one handed, before turning in the chair. Dropping her hands, she showed her breasts to him and the class. Then, she spread her legs, and rubbed her pussy through her panties. Only a couple strokes, before standing up and slipping them off, her legs barely parted, showing nothing as she slid them down until they rested around her ankles. Stepping out of them, she walked towards him, rubbing her breasts slightly, teasing her nipples playfully. She straddled him in the chair, breasts right in front of his face, before sitting down on his lap. Bringing his hands to her stomach, she undid the side clasp, then took off the skirt.

She gave him a quick kiss, looked deep into his eyes, then stood up, walking away and gathering her clothes. She did this in a quick, hurried movements, no longer swaying and pointing out parts of her body. She stood in front of the class, completely naked, yet unconcerned, and started talking as she slipped on each article of clothing.

"The hint is to be slow, seductive. This isn't a race to the finish, but a way to build the tension. Show yourself off. Highlight the aspects your lover likes about you. Make sure he gets different views, from different angles." She reached over, patted his bulging pants. "See, you get positive reactions. You may go back to your seat," she told her volunteer with a wink. "Everyone give him a hand." We clapped for him, but I couldn't understand why. All he did was sat there and get a stripshow.

"Now, you do not need to do everything I did. I went down the list. If you try to do 'everything', you will get flustered and annoyed. The important aspect is just to have fun, be yourself, and let your hair down. Remember, you are trying to accomplish two things: Make yourself feel better, sexier, more desirable, and trying to make your lover happy. If done right, both of you will enjoy it."

From there, of course the teacher had us all join our partners. Chairs were set up, and each woman had to give her partner a show. We were again reminded to have fun with it, but to remember to think about how it made us feel, what we did, why we did it. The guys were also told to observe, to think about each step, the methods behind it. The guys were also instructed to keep their hands to themselves unless the woman put them on her.

My...performance...was less sexy, and more of a train wreck. I had never been a very coordinated person, and trying to remember all the ways to be 'sexy' during a dance just created an awkward effect.

It did not help when the teacher, my partner, started laughing.

Once the women had finished, the teacher thanked the guest.

"Now, we have someone else who will help us with the other side. No worries men, you get to strip for your partners too." With that, he opened the door and let in his other guest.

My jaw dropped. The male, I guess male stripper, was gorgeous. His face was simply gorgeous, with a head of hair that it would be easy to to run your fingers through. He was tight, not overly muscled, but well defined. I doubt I was the only woman in the class who suddenly wondered if she was drooling. Even his eyes were dreamy.

Then, he started speaking, a deep voice that made my toes curl. If anyone could make me orgasm without hurting me, it had to have been this guy. In fact, he was almost painfully attractive.

"Hello. Today, I will teach you how to perform a strip tease for your wife or girlfriend."

"I would let him spank me all day long," I said under my breath. The woman next to me gave me a surprised look, and I realized I had said it a little too loud. After a moment, she smiled and nodded to me. At least I was not alone in my lusty thoughts about the guy.

"Most people never think about the fact that a sexy dance from the male in the relationship can be just as invigorating as a sexy dance from the woman. However, if done right, she will be putty in your hand. Here, let me demonstrate."

Much like the woman before him, he turned down the lights. "Now, women are more complex creatures. Men, well, we have the baser instinct, so a woman stripping won't matter so much." I was not the only one who laughed a bit at that, considering we just saw the female version, and tried it ourselves, to find not all of us were good at being a sexy dancer. "However, for a woman, we need to get more involved. First, the music selection. This is where it is good to know your partner's tastes and preferences. Find something upbeat that both of you will enjoy. Since this is my show, you will need to go along with my music, but when you are getting sexy for your lover, it helps to have that common connection. Now, I need a volunteer." At that, every single woman's hand went up, and even a couple of the not so single women, with their partners sitting next to them.

Surprisingly, he chose me. Maybe just because I was closest to the front. I didn't know. I could feel my pulse racing as I stood up, then sat down on the offered chair.

"First thing to remember, not every guy is a Chippendales dancer. You need to keep it lighter, not try to go all out on the sexy side. It is also something you want to try with someone you already have some history with. Now, make sure your stage is set. You do not want to end by tripping over a table, or breaking your leg on a toy."

Once he was sure his area was clear in front of me, he went on. "Next, you will not be stripping completely naked. You need to leave something on for her to take care of. You can try using a costume if you want, or stick with simple. Women love spontaneity, so for example, if you wear a business suit normally, then just wait to take it off if the mood is right. Or if you went to a formal event, give her a little show later that night as both of you get comfortable. Don't get me wrong, most women will enjoy a fireman, or a police officer. But again, she would prefer you to be spontaneous. Also, one thing that is a must. Do not wear your tighty whiteys. Do not use a banana hammock. It is just not that sexy. Go with boxers for that special dance. Something that covers the package, but lets her see the bulge."

He wanted for us to respond, then continued. "Next, do not go overboard. Keep it simple. Your woman does not expect you to be a male model, well, unless you are. She expects you to be you. Trying too hard to be something your not will end with her laughing at you. If you are trying to make her laugh, then you can exaggerate. But do not try it to be 'sexy'. If you make her start laughing at you, and that is not the intention, then it can end badly."

He held the guys attention to make sure they understood before moving on. "Next, you can get some practice in before you decide to spice it up for her. Watch yourself in the mirror, practice, see what you are doing with your body. Think about things like 'How will I take off this shirt?' and 'How can I undo this belt without being awkward?'. If you have time home alone, and are preparing yourself to give her a sexy little dance, figure out where you will sit her, what you will do, how you will move. Don't confuse spontaneity with a lack of forethought. Again, you do not want to get yourself tangled in your pants and fall flat on your face."

Pause, then he continued. "So, we set the mood. Now, I do not have any red lights or candles here with me, but these are good to create the right lighting. Make sure you are both in a good mood before you begin. Then, you sit her down, and fire up the music."

He then wrote on the board:
Order of removal:
1- Take off your socks.
2- Remove your tie and toss it at her.
3- Undo the cuffs of your shirt.
4- Unbutton your shirt but do not remove it yet.
5- Remove your belt and unbutton your pants.
6- Let your pants fall to the ground and step out of them.
7- Remove your shirt.
8- Move slowly toward her and let her take off your boxer briefs.

He put in a CD and pushed play.

Baby take off your coat
Real slow
And take off your shoes
I'll take off your shoes
Baby take off your dress
Yes yes yes

"Now, men have to be more conscious of their moves. No cat crawls, no self pleasure for her to watch. You want to make it fun, playful, and engaging."

With that, he started dancing. He started swaying his hips in time to the music, a slow, easy rhythm. There was no pelvis thrusts, no grabbing of the crotch. Just getting into the rhythm of the music. He looked deep into my eyes, smiled a smile to melt a woman's heart, and came over to the chair, still swaying his hips side to side.

Leaning over, using my chair to brace himself, he slipped off his shoes and socks, while still smiling, still looking into my eyes.

"Now, for the men who aren't professionals, remember to laugh time to time, to make sure the mood is right. It will make her feel more comfortable, and will also help you feel more comfortable."

With that, he brought his lips to mine, a small kiss, then broke off, moving back, turning around. He continued swaying, and I watched his ass. It was a nice ass. Made me want to play in his pockets.

He turned sideways, lifting the bottom of his shirt a bit, so I could see his tight stomach underneath. Letting it drop down, he grasped his belt, undoing the buckle. He played with the belt, teasing it out, then let it drop to the floor. His fingers undid the pants button, then unzipped, and I felt my pulse quicken. With his pants unbuttoned, he swayed back to me, lifting my chin, meeting my lips, then turned my face away as he nibbled on my ear. I felt electric, like I was going to burn up, then melt away. His lips left my ear, and I reached for him, to draw him into an embrace and kiss his again. He pulled back, not quickly, but quick enough that my arms caught empty air. Stepping back, he let his pants drop, falling around his ankles. I saw immediately what he meant by seeing the bulge under. It felt better knowing he was also turned on.

He stepped out of his pants, then started teasing his shirt up. He turned as he lifted, letting me see his stomach, his back. As he lifted it over his head, he moved back towards me. Grabbing my hands, he pulled me up, dancing slowly with me, wearing nothing but his boxers. His arms wrapped around me, and I wrapped my arms around him. We kissed, and the world melted away. He broke the kiss, and I laid my head against his bare chest, feeling a little light headed. He brought my hands to the top of his boxers. I blushed, realizing that he wanted me to take them off. Suddenly, I was aware again that I was in the class room, in the arms of a stripper. I knelt down, and slid his boxers off. My eyes watched his erect penis, stiff and proud in front of my eyes. I wrapped my fingers around it.

Suddenly, he stopped me, gently lifting me. I blushed again, realizing what I almost did. It was so easy to get lost in the moment.

"And guys, if you do it right, she may even put on her own little show, or give you something extra." He winked at me, thanking me for my assistance.

More than one other woman in the class gave me a jealous look. The others kept their eyes on him.

He gathered up his clothes, then the teacher had everyone partner up. Fortunately, unlike me, the teacher was better at this, and I found myself turned on, maybe not as much as with the stripper, but more than I expected, by the dance. The teacher definitely was far from bad, or ugly. I found myself more than once wishing he would pull my hair, smack my ass, punish me like his dirty little student.