Intense Interview

As i found myself standing in front of the club early in the morning of that fateful day my heart raced and i was soaked in perspiration. Goddess and Mistress Denise had arranged everything. That long held fantasy of showing myself in totality to a room filled with excited Women, for Their pleasure and amusement, and my own thrilling debasement was potentially within reach. All i had to do was pass inspection and be found worthy. Months of weight training and cardio under the close supervision of Goddess would now be put to the test. She made it clear that She expected me to perform and as She put it, “do whatever Denise tells you to do to gain Her approval, today you belong to Her, am I being clear?”

“Yes Goddess, very clear”

i was suddenly snapped out of my inner thoughts by a few Feminine giggles, i turned my head to notice three young Women inspecting a poster on the front of the club. i couldn’t see what exactly so amused them but i could just get a glimpse of an image of the top of the head of what i assumed was a featured dancer at the club, the rest of his no doubt impressive physique being obscured by the three Women closely inspecting and critiquing his considerable assets. They weren’t the least bit shy about expressing Their opinions either. “He must be huge, just look at the size of that bulge”, one excitedly exclaimed as the others laughed without any sense of embarrass
ment.

Turning my attention back to the matter at hand, i swallowed hard, stiffened up, and approached the entrance. The glass door was covered and revealed nothing to the outside world. i hadn’t received any explicit instructions other than, “use your head and figure it out” from Goddess.

So i just tapped on the glass, not too hard, just enough so that i hoped someone would hear me, and waited anxiously . After what seemed like forever but was probably only about 30 seconds i heard the lock turn in the door. Upon opening a petite twenty-something with long, crinkled blonde hair and piercing, almost liquid, blue eyes, looked as me inquisitively . “Yes, can i help you?” was all She asked as She gave me a quick once over. Even at this point i sensed i was being sized up, though maybe it was just the nervous state of mind i was in at that moment.

“i have an appointment with Denise at 10 am” I offered, tentatively, in reply.

“Oh, Ok, come in and follow me.” As I entered my eyes had to adjust tot he darkness of the club after hours. As i followed the pretty Goddess through the entrance area She inquired, “what’s your name?, 'ethan, Miss', i simply offered in response. She returned an almost sly, knowing smile.

She didn’t seem to find anything odd about strange men showing up that the front door unannounced, though i don’t suppose that was exactly an unusual thing here.

i continued to follow Her in silence as We/we turned left, through a doorway and up two flights of stairs. i couldn’t help notice the astonishing view of Her from behind, wrapped in a rather short single piece black dress that mapped every curve. As  She climbed the steps in front of me, my eyes were kept level with Her alluring behind, placing me both behind and below Her, awakening feelings of submissive desire and causing my manhood to twitch in my tight sports briefs. i had to struggle to control my thoughts and body, admonishing myself that this isn’t really that sort of place, well not exactly.

Reaching the second floor We/we approached a closed door at the end of a long hallway.
“Wait here” She instructed as She knocked, opened the door, entered and closed it behind Her. i obeyed without questioning and stood there waiting alone in my thoughts, my heart racing.

A couple of minutes latter the door opened and the pretty blonde instructed me to “come in, Denise is expecting you”

With that my new journey began.

Instantly I was warmly greeted by Denise, the same stunning, vivacious but rather serious blonde i remembered from that day at Goddesses office. She leaned in to give me a peck on the cheek and i became engulfed in Her soft warmth and the feminine scent of Her no doubt very expensive perfume. As i returned the gesture i noticed, over Denise’s shoulder, that another Woman was with us in the room. Leaning against the desk was an alluring, deeply tanned, raven-haired beauty whose dark eyes and smouldering sensuality immediately seized my attention. It took Denise pulling away and gently taking my hand to snap me back to reality. i was not only facing one unspeakably beautiful Woman but two. i felt ever more intimidated and nervous as Denise walked me to the very middle of the large room before releasing my hand. “ Please stand here ethan”, was all She said before walking away to stand next to the other as yet unknown to me Woman.

Two-against-one, that hardly seemed fair but fairness had nothing to do with this.

“This is Yasmine, our talent director, She usually does most of the interviews. It’s Her you’ll need to impress today”, She followed with an impish grin. i noticed Yasmine’s lips betray an ever so slight smirk at those words, as if She was a Women who truly enjoyed Her job but didn’t quite want to reveal that fact just yet.

“I’ve already filled Her in on the particulars of your situation so there aren’t any secrets between Us/us.” Yasmine smiled and silently indicated Her agreement. “I’ll let Her handle most of the interview since She’s the expert, is that ok?

“Yes of course Ma’am”

The Women smiled at my rather formal response but for me i always address Women with the highest degree of respect and deference whether They hold my fate in Their hands or not. It’s just the way i’m wired. 

Both Women then proceeded to sit on a designer leather couch that sat against to wall opposite myself.

Yasmine then began the interview.

“could you remove your shirt?”

Without comment or questioning i pulled my simple black tee shirt over my head and stood bare chested with my arms at my side.

“Tell Me ethan, are you comfortable with your body, with being nude? A man in this business really needs to be sure that’s he’s truly comfortable with himself and his appearance. he needs to understand that  working here involves showing your whole body to many Women and that those Women will be judging a man purely on his physical attributes in a way that can be really raw, even harsh.”

“Some men who think that this is want they want, who fantasize about it, find the reality of it quite shocking and humiliating, they find it overwhelming and can’t really cope with it, they find it too intimidating to continue. To thrive in this business you need a certain amount of..I wouldn’t call it pride so much as confidence in your appearance”

“So tell Us how you feel about that, what are your expectations?”

“Yes Ma’am. Well it is true that i’ve fantasized about being a male stripper for as long as i can remember but i never felt i actually had the physique for it or maybe even the nerve. Over time however with the help of my Mistress i’ve worked really hard on the physical aspects of getting into top condition. i don’t really believe in male ego or pride i just really enjoy being naked for Women, i don’t have any problem with that, i don’t think so anyway. i’ve been naked in front of small groups of Women before, usually my Mistresses close friends. i don’t actually mind being humiliated by Women, i find the whole thing really exciting actually.”

“Ok, nice, it’s true that a lot of guys are really into the whole CFNM thing."

“Could you turn around, I’d like to see your back.”

Again i complied, “could you raise your arms for me?”

I raised both arms high over my head. At this point i’d kind of forgotten that i was being closely examined. i was just so focused on Yasmine’s words and trying to follow Her orders that pretty much every other though left my mind.

“Nice, could you hold that position”

As She said that Yasmine got up and walked towards me as Denise  went to the desk and picked up a large, professional looking camera.

Both Women then slowly circled around me as i stayed fixed in this ‘surrender’ position. my level of excitement spiking.

Denise took up a position in front of me and raising the camera to Her sublimely beautiful face began clicking away, the repeated flashes leaving me momentarily blinded. Yasmine then spoke, “ I’m going to touch you ethan, is that ok?

“Yes Ma’am, of course” i replied i though almost too eagerly.

I then felt Yasmine's perfectly manicured fingernails trace a line across the contours of my chest then down across my firm abs. Momentarily She would pause to press Her fingers against me, testing my musculature, then She moved on,  across my shoulders and biceps. Stepping behind me She repeated the process tracing Her fingers across my upper back and down my spine. my whole body tingled and i felt my manhood twitch and stir.

“Could you hold this position for a few more minutes ethan?”

In a deep breath i replied “yes Ma’am.”

Yasmine then broke away, going to the desk to retrieve a measuring tape and a note pad as Denise move in closer and continued photographing my naked upper body in more detail.

“I’m just going to take a few measurements for Our files, then you can lower your arms.”

She wrapped the measuring tape around my chest, then around my waist and each bicep, jotting down the numbers in Her note book without revealing them to me. Catching glimpses of Her i noted how nonchalant She seemed, rather clinical and detached through a process that for me was becoming intensely sensual.

“That’s perfect ethan, you can lower your arms now.”

i slowly lowered my, by now rather sore, arms and regained my composure as the Women returned to their seat. i noted that Yasmine was showing Her note book to Denise who in turn reviewed the images on the back of the camera with Yasmine. They completely ignored me as they made comments that were virtually inaudible from where i stood. i took the time to calm myself and regain some measure of composure.

After about three to four minutes of this They returned Their attention to me.

“Ok ethan, that was really good, are you feeling comfortable? Good now We’ll continue.”

The question seemed rather perfunctory as if they didn’t expect a response.

“Another point we need to be clear on is how this business works. i assume from your background and what We’ve seen here this morning that you don’t have any problem taking orders from Women?”

“No Ma’am, just the opposite, i’m only too happy to do so.”

“That’s good. It’s something We ask in our interview process because potential performers need to understand how things work around here. It’s actually rather hierarchical but straightforward. Here the owners, management and staff are all Female while the performers are all male so you have to be able to take orders from Women. Inside the club that’s how things work, the Women make the decisions and give orders while the men have to respect and follow those directions. Men who can’t do that don’t last here.”

“This is a business by Women for Women. Your job is to look pretty, show respect and put 110% into entertaining Our clients. They want to enjoy the view and your physical attributes. They aren’t interested in your opinion or your brain and honestly neither are We. I’m sorry if that sounds rather crass but We want you for your body, it really as simple as that.”

“you understand that right?”

“yes Ma’am of course.”

“Good, guys who understand and accept that do really well here and enjoy themselves.”

“So...let’s continue.”

“you can take off the rest of your clothes now, let’s see what you’ve got for us.”

With that i proceeded to unbutton my jeans, pull them to the floor and discard them to the side, remove my socks and slowly insert my thumbs into the waistband of my briefs. With a deep breath of nervous anticipation i bent over and pushed them to the floor, tossing them onto the pile of clothing. Then i stood up straight for All to see.

“Nice, could you spread your legs a little?”

i inched them apart.

“A little more...”

i spread my feet further apart until i felt the distinct sensation of my balls hanging freely.

“Ok perfect!”

i was already semi-hard, my manhood pulsing uncontrollably. It was all just too exciting!

“Ok could you put your hands behind your head?, We’d like a good look at you.”

It was all too much, as i wrapped my fingers together behind my head in that oh-so submissive display position my cock sprang to full attention. i was acutely embarrassed by my lack of self control and must have turned red with shame, not something i typically feel in this situation with Goddess but here it seemed different. i wasn’t clear if this was ok or not even though these Women, Who see multiple cocks everyday must be pretty blasé about  it. i just hoped i hadn’t messed up.

Looking towards the couch i noticed the smiles on the faces of both Denise and Yasmine. It seemed clear that They really did enjoy this.

Yasmine spoke first “You don’t need to be embarrassed ethan, i told you this process was pretty intense and lots of guys have trouble controlling themselves. That’s just the way men are i guess”

“boys will be boys!” She added with a wide smile.

Denise then chimed in, “anyway it’s not like it was years ago when the men were expected to stay flaccid and unaroused, this isn’t the 80’s anymore. Our clients expect to see Our boys in full, putting everything out there. Besides it also shows just how much a man enjoys performing, he can’t really hide that can he?”

“And neither can You it seems” She finished with a near giggle.

While their words put me somewhat at ease my erection only stiffened and pulsed despite the coolness of the air-conditioned room.


“are you ok ethan?” asked Yasmine.

“yes Ma’am i’m just a little surprised that’s all, i can usually control myself and i don’t usually feel embarrassed when my Mistress puts my in the same position.”

Both Women gave me a quizzical look but then simultaneously seemed to remember what They knew about me.

“that’s OK, really. If you’re ready we’d like to continue, is that OK.”

i swallowed hard, took a deep breath and tried to compose myself while answering “yes Ma’am” rather stiffly as i tried to convey not only a desire to continue to but that i wanted them to feel my desire to obey and submit to Their will.

With that both Women again got up and proceeded towards me. Denise with Her camera and Yasmine with Her measuring tape. Denise proceeded as before to start snapping away as She circled me multiple times. Yasmine meanwhile just stood back, waiting.

She was almost directly opposite me and was making no attempt to hide the fact She was roving over my full length with Her eyes. Even when She noticed me noticing Her, She completely ignored me, so i just looked straight ahead and waited.

When Denise had finished Yasmine stepped forward into my space.

“I need to measure you so I’d like to get your full length. Do you want to do it or do you want me to do it for you?”

Yasmine starred directly into my soul with Her smouldering eyes and i almost reflexively flinched. Every time Goddess looks at me that way i’m overwhelmed by Her erotic power and drop to my knees and bend low at Her feet in complete submission.

Now Yasmine was forcing me to look at Her that same way and the same submissive desires where overpowering me yet this Women wasn’t my Mistress nor did She expect anything other then for me to answer Her question.

My mind swirled in excitement and anticipation

“You can do it Ma’am” i almost whispered.

Yasmine looked towards Denise and commented “funny how they always give the same answer”, but without a seconds hesitation She wrapped Her soft warm fingers around my hardness and held me. Without thinking i arched forward giving Her my full length. Receiving it without comment She pumped my shaft a few times, gently, not aggressively, though She must have sensed how excited i was becoming.

“Whoa boy, hold still, you’re not getting a hand job today”

With that and satisfied She had extracted my full length i felt the measuring tape spread across the top of my cock from base to tip,

“6 inches”, She commented before wrapping the tape around my shaft to check my girth. I instinctively squeezed in response.

Satisfied, She released me.

“I know that was a little embarrassing ethan but We actually have a minimum size requirement. Don’t worry you passed easily. In fact just from looking at you I could easily tell that but We still need to put a number on it.”

With that Yasmine shifted behind me as Denise moved in to snap some shots of my full stiffness from various angles.

“ We need these numbers because We publish Our performers measurements on the club Members web page. We found that Our Audience is always curious so We provide this as part of the Members bonus content.”

With that i again felt the sensation of Yasmine's smooth fingernails on my naked skin, this time tracing each firm ass cheek.

Without warning She pinched me hard. I flinched from surprise but didn’t resist or complain in any way. “Your butt is nice and firm and its good that you don’t mind being pinched. It can get pretty intense sometimes in the club with the Girls getting excited and grabby so you need to expect and accept it”

“Now could you bend over for me?”

It wasn’t really a question as She pushed on my back i yielded easily to Her.

“OK spread your legs a little more.”

i complied at once but suddenly flinched when i felt Her cup my ball sac in Her soft hand, squeezing lightly with Her thumb.

“Hold still, I’m not going to hurt you.”

She seemed genuinely surprised by my fearful reaction. I tried to relax into Her hand as She stroked my balls with Her thumb creating an intensely pleasurable sensation that i momentarily became lost in. She took Her time as if to reassure She meant no harm.

What i didn’t mention is that whenever Goddess feels i’ve shown any insolence or disobedience She has a tendency to dish out the most elemental punishment a male can suffer. She will grab me hard by my nut sac and give me a hard twisting squeeze that will reduce me to a moaning broken pile at Her feet. Other times She may grab me tightly with one hand and deliver several hard slaps across my balls.

There are few ways more direct and intense for a male to be on the receiving end of his Mistresses fury than by having his very maleness so severely rebuked leaving no uncertainty as to Her utter and complete dominance. Once i manage to pull myself even partially back together i crawl to Her feet and beg fervently for Her forgiveness. Having my balls mercilessly attacked is typically only the first step, the most immediate punishment. Typically Goddess will follow this up with severe discipline at the end of Her whip or riding crop until it is made clear to me that i am nothing and must obey Her instantly, always and completely without question or hesitation. Only then when She feels i have truly got the message will She allow me to fall at Her feet and lick Her boots in total supplication and humiliation.

So yes when a Women takes me by the balls my first reaction is instinctive fear, the kind of fear all males should feel towards Women.

All the while Yasmine continued to inspect me like a bull on auction. i had expected to have to show my body and answer a few questions but i never imaged the whole process would be so “intense”, as They described it. They were evaluating my appearance, my physical dimensions, my muscularity as well as my sexual responsiveness, my psychological readiness, even my willingness to accept an inferior social status and to be blatantly objectified. 

i wondered how much of this process was routine and how much was done especially for me. Nevertheless, i was finding the whole process humiliating and intensely degrading which i of course loved though i was left wondering how much an average guy off the street would be able to endure. Though it didn’t seem like They were really interested in average guys. It seems like Denise and Yasmine had created a perfect process for not only evaluating the potential quality of male strippers but for gauging a males submissiveness as well. They have a very clear idea of the kind of men they want working for them. men who are not only prime physical specimens but who are also committed to pleasing Women without regard for their own pride or ego, men who can give “110 %” to their Female audience.

Satisfied Yasmine released me.

“you can straighten up now.”

i returned to an upright position though with my manhood still at full attention. i was beginning to feel the sensation of pre-cum starting to  pool at the tip of my cock. i was totally mortified, my self control was slipping away. This whole process was exciting beyond imagination and i couldn’t  mask my arousal in any way.

Yasmine and Denise returned to the couch while i stood there, the cool air flowing over my perspiring body, my breathing deep and heavy my eyes glassy, deep in subspace. My aching manhood begging for the soft touch of Yasmine's hand again. i ran the memory of that moment over in my mind and my butt cheeks contracted almost involuntarily, and as my cock squeezed, the glistening pool of pre-cum at the tip overflowed. i could feel the wet sticky string of my arousal at it was was pulled to the floor. Looking down i noticed to tiny, wet, shiny, spot on the hardwood.

i was mortified and humiliated. Would They notice? How would They react? Surely every man who goes through this process can’t be reduced to a lust filled mess like this, surely?

As i stood there with a terror of my shame rolling over me i glanced over to notice that the two Women were once again, thankfully, ignoring me as they reviewed Their notes and photos.

But then i saw Denise take a quick glance in my direction, then turn and whisper something to Yasmine who then also turned to look towards me.

That was it, my humiliation was now complete. They had stripped me not just physically but emotionally and spiritually as well. i fervently hoped that They would see before them a male not simply aroused by Women but one who literally worshiped Them as Goddesses and desperately wanted Them to allow me the privilege.

What happened next caught me off guard.

“ethan, could you dance for Us, just show us a few moves.”

i began a little awkwardly but i told myself this was my chance so i just had to go for it. i raised my arms, began rotating and thrusting my hips, shuffling my feet, spinning around, i could feel my ball sac swing as i abandoned all reservation.

Sweating, my heart pounding i came to a stop with a bit of a flourish awaiting the Judge’s decision.

Yasmine delivered the verdict, “not bad but We have a dance instructor who helps Our boys get a lot better. Having good moves is really important and it’s something a lot of guys need to work on.”

“Anyway i think that about wraps it up. We really appreciate you coming here today, you’ve shown us lots of enthusiasm and We can see, obviously, that you’ve got lots of ah, well, desire to work here. That’s really important. The guys who do well here are the ones who really love to perform and We can see you’re really, really into it, so thank you”

“Lots of guys come here who have this fantasy of what its going to be like but the reality of it sinks in during the interview. That’s why we’ve made this process as intense as it is. Some guys get so intimidated they can’t even get it up, that’s obviously not a problem for you” She finished with a sly smile.

Then Denise spoke, “there is one more thing though.”

The Women looked at each other and then me,

“Could please come over here” Denise spoke while pointing to a spot on the floor just in front of the couch and between Them.

I started to walk towards them but Denise quickly spoke again, “ sorry I meant could you crawl over here and kneel here on the floor between us.”

This sudden change in the mood of the room shocked me. Obviously Goddess had put them up to it, surely? Right? Was this whole thing just a cruel joke She was playing on me just to humiliate me or maybe even to let me play out a mutual fantasy of Ours/ours.

“Well...” spoke Yasmine.

i dutifully dropped to my knees on the hard cold floor, leaned forward placing my hands there as well, then bowed my head submissively and crawled slowly but purposefully towards the waiting Goddesses.

As always i gesture my submission with clear, thoughtful, purpose as Goddess insists that i truly and unambiguously communicate each gesture to its Recipient without hesitation and with clear meaning.

Arriving at my destination i kneeled up and clasped my hands behind my lower back then turned and bowed to Denise and then to Yasmine before lowering my head and casting my eyes to the floor between them.

Only then did i notice a detail that usually never escapes my attention. Both Women wore dark, black, stiletto heeled, knee high boots that just exuded total power, dominance and sensual Femininity all at once. I guess I had noticed the clicking of heels when They were moving around me but I had been so transfixed by the whole interview process i didn’t have time for that realization to sink in.

Both Women sat crossed legged with a boot from Each showing clearly in my downcast field of vision.

Then Denise spoke again, “your Mistress insisted that you be made to show Us proper thanks for allowing you to be interviewed today. She suggested that you could worship Our boots and We thought well ‘why not?’ ”

As She spoke She leaned back and offered up Her boot to my lips.

my mouth was on the shiny black leather almost before She had finished speaking. i kissed and licked feverishly, sliding my tongue down the full length of the sole then raking the stiletto heal with my lips and tongue interspersing intensely a sincere “thank You, Mistress Denise” multiple times between licks and kisses.

Satisfied She leaned forward and gently pulled my head away from Her boot and towards Yasmine’s.

I repeated the whole degrading scene again with each near lustful “thank you Mistress Yasmine” placed between passionate licks and kisses.

Both of these beautiful Goddesses had provided me with an intense and thrilling experience. They both brought out the desire to please them totally.

Mistress Denise, the rather serious, intense blonde business Women whose voice resonates with authority. She commands others with ease and seems to convey an attitude towards males in particular that suggested, not always subtly, that She views them as not worthy of being taken seriously and as mere playthings to Her. She of course created a very successful business that treats males as just that, Women’s playthings. Hers is a world of Ambitious Women and Their boy-toys.

Mistress Yasmine is a literal Goddess, a tall, powerful statuesque beauty who looks as if She just stepped out of a helmut newton photograph. Her intense smouldering sensuality stirred feelings of deep submissiveness towards Her the very moment my eyes saw Her. She is the kind of Woman who men would walk though fire just for the opportunity to bow down at Her feet in worship. From the start She stirred something deep in my soul, something that disturbed me. A feeling not just of intense submissiveness but of an almost primal fear of the mysterious powers of the Feminine. Feelings only certain very special Women arouse in me, Goddess being one. The way that Mistress Yasmine commands men is astonishing. She seems totally aware of how Her intense beauty renders males powerless in Her graceful presence, eager to yield to Her in total obedience. She handles males fearlessly and without hesitation, Her sly humor cutting any pretense of male ego instantly down to size. Her role handing the male performers comes so naturally to Her.

These thoughts swirled around in my mind as my tongue swirled around Her boot when She suddenly withdrew.

“Ok ethan that’s enough, thank you”

“Denise and I will discuss how We feel about you before We make a decision. When We do, We’ll notify your Mistress. You can get dressed and go now”

With that anticlimactic ending it was over. I fumbled to collect my clothing and re-dress all the while filled with nervousness. They had no intention of allowing me the satisfaction of knowing my fate and were perfectly happy to leave me hanging in doubt and uncertainty.

As was Their right.

the ultimate goal