The car idled to a stop outside Lena’s building, its headlights casting long shadows on the quiet street. Ethan turned off the engine and glanced over at her, unsure if the night had gone as well as he’d hoped. Lena was the kind of woman who had a way of keeping you off-balance—a confident, sharp-edged charisma that left him constantly guessing.
“Well,” she said, her lips curling into a small smile, “are you coming up, or are you going to sit there all night trying to think of something clever to say?”
Ethan blinked, startled. “Oh, uh—yeah, sure. I’ll come up.”
Lena laughed softly and stepped out of the car, her heels clicking against the pavement. He followed her into the building, feeling his nerves tighten with each step.
Her apartment was sleek and minimalist, much like Lena herself. Dark furniture, clean lines, and a faint scent of jasmine greeted him as she locked the door behind them.
“Drink?” she asked, kicking off her heels and crossing to the kitchen without waiting for his reply.
“Sure,” Ethan said, standing awkwardly near the couch.
She returned with two glasses of wine, handing him one before collapsing into the armchair with an elegance that somehow seemed effortless.
“So,” Lena said, studying him over the rim of her glass, “did you enjoy tonight?”
Ethan nodded quickly. “Yeah, it was great. You’re… great.”
Her brow lifted, and the corner of her mouth twitched upward. “Smooth, Ethan. Very smooth.”
He felt his face warm. “I’m just saying—it was fun. Thanks for inviting me.”
Lena set her glass down, her dark eyes locking onto his. “You know, there’s one thing that could make the night even better.”
“What’s that?” Ethan asked, unsure where this was going.
She leaned forward, her elbows resting on her knees, and smiled—a slow, knowing smile that sent a jolt of nervous energy through him. “I want you to dance for me.”
Ethan laughed nervously, waiting for her to crack a grin or tell him she was joking. She didn’t.
“Dance?” he repeated, his voice cracking slightly.
“That’s right,” Lena said, leaning back and crossing her legs. “Right here. Right now.”
“I—I don’t know about that,” Ethan stammered.
“Why not?” she challenged, her tone light but her gaze unrelenting. “Afraid you’ll embarrass yourself?”
“I’m not really… a dancer,” he said, shifting uncomfortably.
“That’s not an excuse,” she said firmly. “I didn’t ask for a professional performance. I asked you to dance.”
The silence stretched between them, heavy and charged. Ethan hesitated, glancing at the door, the couch, anywhere but her.
“Ethan,” Lena said, her voice dropping an octave, more commanding now. “Stop stalling.”
He sighed, setting down his glass and rubbing the back of his neck. “Alright, fine. But don’t laugh.”
“No promises,” she said, smirking.
The music was still playing from the small speaker in the corner, a sultry, jazzy tune that felt completely inappropriate for what he was about to do. Ethan stepped into the center of the room, his heart pounding in his chest.
At first, his movements were stiff and awkward, a half-hearted shuffle that made Lena raise an unimpressed eyebrow.
“That’s it?” she teased.
He glared at her, his embarrassment flaring into something closer to defiance. “Fine,” he muttered. “You want me to dance? I’ll dance.”
He started to exaggerate his movements, throwing in ridiculous spins and over-the-top gestures. To his surprise, Lena burst out laughing—not cruelly, but with genuine amusement.
“Now that’s more like it,” she said, clapping her hands.
Ethan found himself relaxing, leaning into the absurdity of the moment. He twirled, gestured dramatically, and even attempted a clumsy hip roll that made her double over with laughter.
When the song ended, he stood there, breathless and red-faced, but grinning despite himself.
“Well?” he asked, spreading his arms. “Satisfied?”
Lena stood, her laughter subsiding into a devilish smile. “You know what would be more entertaining?” With a dramatic pause she said, “Do a striptease for me.”
Ethan’s immediate emotional response was one of embarrassment, but that feeling quickly evolved into arousal. He thought it was a strange way to get him in bed, but hey, he was prepared to play her game if it got him some pussy.
“I’ve never done anything like that.”, he said as if to prepare her for a mediocre performance. Not accepting his qualification, she responded, “Make it sexy, darling.”
To the same beat he stumbled around to before, Ethan began to sway his hips. He let his fingers slide suggestively around the waistband of his trousers and he caressed the shirt buttons. He didn’t know much about male stripteases, but he’d been to a few strip clubs and seen women do it, so he knew the build-up was important.
Still standing, Lena walked around Ethan as he performed for her, as if simultaneously examining him and grading his performance. He removed the shirt first, slowly, one button at a time. Unbuttoned, he let the shirt fall to the ground. He was wearing a white cotton tank top underneath, which he removed by first rolling it up to his chest, then simultaneously slipping it over his head while pulling out his arms. He tossed the undershirt playfully.
Removing his shoes and his socks was a clumsy affair that left him standing in the middle of room half-naked. Ethan unbuckled his belt and removed it with a tug before swinging it in the air dramatically. He teased the button loose on his trousers before lowering and raising the zipper several times to the beat of the music. Lena took a seat to watch the rest of the performance.
Ethan spread open the fly of his unzipped trousers provocatively and spun around several time before allowing the pants to fall to the floor. Stepping out of the legs of his trousers, he was stood before his date in a pair of black bikini-cut briefs. Lena smiled, which Ethan accepted as encouragement.
Turning his backside to Lena, Ethan wiggled his butt while tugging at the edges of his underpants. With his back still towards her, he slipped out of the briefs and covered his genitals with them before spinning around and spreading his legs.
Acting like this was the end of his performance, he smiled at Lena, who motioned for him to come closer. When he did, she took hold of the underwear and said, “Let’s see what we have to work with here.”
A rush of embarrassment suddenly overwhelmed Ethan as Lena snatched his briefs from his hands. He covered himself with his hands like a prison inmate might during a strip-search in a prison.
“Put your hands by your sides.”, Lena commanded. He reluctantly did what he was told exposing his clean-shaven genitals to his first-time date. The sudden realization that he was standing butt naked in front of a fully clothed woman that he hardly knew caused a rush of self-consciousness.
“You cleaned yourself up like you were expecting someone to see your junk, Ethan. Did you?” Ethan covered himself again. Was she purposely trying to humiliate him. He thought it was a rhetorical question until she repeated it, “Well, Ethan. Were you expecting some action?”
Ethan mumbled something that even he did not understand. “Speak up so I can hear you.” Ethan was at a loss for words. He had never experienced anything like this. His response was not inspired, “Uh … I don’t know.”
Lena stood up once again and swatted his hand as she walked past Ethan, making it clear that she did not want him to cover himself, so he once again let his arms fall to his sides. Lena continued to inspect him, more like he was a side of beef than a potential lover.
“Do you ever play with that thing?”, Lena asked while pointing at his penis. “Um … you mean jack off?”, he asked. “Yes. How often do you masturbate?” Ethan hadn’t had a steady girlfriend in over a year, and he was embarrassed to say how frequent he beat off, “I don’t know.”
Lena made it clear with her stern expression that she was not happy with his answer, “I appreciate honesty, Ethan. How often?” Ethan wanted to lie, but he told the truth, “Almost every day.”
For the first time since he had stopped dancing, he saw Lena smile as she said, “Show me.” Ethan protested and she followed up, “You haven’t jerked off today have you. You’re probably going to go home and jerk off while thinking about me, so do it here instead, while I’m watching.”
Ethan felt humiliated. He had never masturbated in front of anyone before, and he had no urge to do so. His penis was limp, perhaps even more shriveled than when this game began. The only part of his body that blood was rushing was from his head. He felt faint.
Lena’s obvious effort to humiliate Ethan became sharper, “Do you often experience erectile disfunction? Are you even capable of having sex?” Suddenly, she reached down and wrapped her index finger and thumb around the base of genitals, simultaneously grasping his penis and scrotum. “Do you need some help, Ethan.” Under any other circumstances, having a woman touch him there would have made him rock-hard, but he remained limp, embarrassed by the treatment he was receiving.
“Ethan, you know what we do with these things when they are useless? Wait here.” Wild thoughts were rushing through Ethan’s mind. Was she going to return with a pair of scissors? A moment later Lena did return with something in her hand.
Kneeling in front of him, she commanded him to stay still. He thought she was offering a blowjob, but instead of a warm mouth, he felt cold steel on his genitals. Before he knew it, there was a click, and his junk was captured in a steel cage.
Ethan tugged at the device, but it would not come off. “What is this?”, he demanded to know. “It’s a cock cage. Half-men like you wear them when their cocks are of no use to women.”
“Take it off!”, Ethan demanded in a shaking voice that evidenced his panic. Lena’s response was concise, “No. You may get dressed and leave now. Come back tomorrow at 8:00 PM and I will start your training.”
Ethan should have had a hundred questions as he put his clothes back on, but he was left speechless by the humiliating ritual he had just experienced. Lena led him to the front door and with a slight push sent him on his way.
Standing in the hallway outside Lena’s apartment, he turned around before she could close the door. “Why, Lena?” Lena responded while closing the door, “Address me as Ma’am.” The door closed leaving Ethan standing in the hallway, feeling like half the man he was before the date.
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