Based on an idea by Catherine EleanorPowers

“I am in control of my body,” Catherine chanted carefully. It didn’t help, not even a little.

Her body was blasted with sound from the club’s speakers, keeping her in the here and now. The here and now was not a good place for Catherine, she was in one of the fanciest clubs in town, a club that opened its gates only to women. The dancing floor behind her was crowded with women who danced with one another as the night lingered. When Catherine first came in with her friends, she thought those dancing girls were naked, a closer inspection told her she was wrong, they were dressed with pieces of fabric that could put a bikini to shame.

‘I shouldn’t have come here,’ Catherine thought to herself, ‘It was a bad call not letting one out back home…’ Her body, wrapped in a tight black dress, agreed. She could feel her balls pulsating angrily, telling her they needed some care, and they needed it soon.

Catherine inhaled deeply in a futile attempt to calm down. A primal part of her wanted to enjoy the opportunities this place offered, but she didn’t want to indulge that part because she knew it meant she’ll ...