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THE TALE OF PRETTY ASS
by PAUL ALEXANDER
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CHAPTER SIX
Dance for Him, a full hour, with her slave chain bouncing between her legs, not to mention the stimulation from her nipples, the floor will be ankle deep in her juice. He won't permit her to do much floorwork until she has stripped fully except for the face veil, only Master can remove that. Once he "forgot" for three days and she had to wear the veil to work; happily it was this same opaque one but it was still sooo embarrassing, the guys in the bar loved it but some of the girls were a little cutting. It will be standing movement for at least half an hour. Oh wonderful, an orgasm already and she's not even into her "costume" yet. Staggering slightly from the heat in her loins, she goes to the wardrobe and takes down her dancing chain, a twelve foot long chain that locks to the ring at the right side of her collar, through the padlock at her right wrist, the padlock at her right ankle, over to her left ankle, her left wrist and locks to the ring on the left side of her collar. Not very secure in terms of bondage but it allows an amazing number of ways for a good dancer to show her helpless submission. Master put her through two years of advanced bellydancing while she worked as a stripper four nights a week, this on top of the beginner and intermediate courses she took in college so she can safely claim to be a "good" dancer.
"Would Master be kind enough to release the shackles from slavegirl?"
OK for her to lock the chains on her body but it is for Him to remove them, the same as her veil and jewellery.
"Thank you Master, slavegirl will just be a moment getting her costume on, would Master want more to drink before she begins her dance."
"Don't make any more but if there is a cup of coffee left, I'll take it."
"Yes, of course, Master, right away Master."
Into her four veils (yes Salome used seven, this is the abridged version, besides, she doesn't get to collect his head afterwards although, if she is lucky, he will collect hers), she wears a breast band stretched between her armlets, a large rectangle loosely tied at that back of her neck and falling to her belly, a knee length one tied high on her right hip with a calf length overskirt tied low on her left hip. Except for her red silk, all of her veils are completely sheer, the knots simple slipknots that He can undo with a finger whenever it pleases Him to begin her strip. The CD into the player, dim the lights, hit the spotlight on her dancing rug, a jangle of slave bells and she's on. Swaying sinuously before Him, hip thrusts, belly rolls, spins, twirls shimmies, desperately trying to slow the tempo of the dance to keep her passion from overflowing too soon but she's caught up in the pace of the music, nothing she can do, one particularly exacting belly roll flings her slave chain out and ignites the volcano. She staggers from the force of the orgasm but manages to stay on her feet, sways within reach of His finger. Yes, the large veil tied at the back of her neck, she wriggles her body as it slides to the floor to pool at His feet. Now, if she can only persuade Him to unhook her breast band so she can raise her arms over her head; not yet though, better not rush it, at least another ten minutes before He will even think about it. Thank god the tempo is slowing, if she is careful at shaking her hips, the slave chain might give her a break, a few more slow twirls, some chainwork, sway close and shimmy in His face, arms held apart to the limit of the nipple chain. The veil is shorter than the chain so this pulls the veil tightly against her stiff nipples, oh please, Master this shimmy is killing slavegirl, He unhooks from her left armlet, oh Thank You, Master, damn, there go the floodgates again but at least now slavegirl can raise her arms and do some more interesting chain work. Wrap the veil on her right armlet around her head, doubling it over her eyes, a good blindfold, she can only see a dim haze, enough to know where Master is, tie the veil off at her right armlet, fixing her arm to the side of her head for the rest of her dance. Her right forearm still has the freedom to pull her chains teasingly against her body, turn and shake her tail at Him, then a graceful, swaying turn to present her hips and belly, will he?, not this time, she dances away, the tempo speeds up again, that traitorous slave chain does its evil work, oh, this one is crushing, she sinks to her knees, shaking helplessly in her heat but slowly forces herself back to her feet, she is not even half through the dance, force herself to spin several more times, edging closer to Master each time, another bellyroll, ending in a presentation of her left hip, oh yes, Thank you Master, now she can do some floor work. Sinking to her knees before Him, her thighs well spread, she bends forward slightly so her ass can get a good grip on the bell, then straightens her body, letting her ass sink against her heels, another shimmy and a soft bellyroll, the slave chain remains coiled on the floor. Now she lifts her body to kneel up, perfectly vertical, holds that pose for a count of five and begins slowly bending back from the waist until the back of her head touches the floor, careful to keep a firm grip on the bell between her ass cheeks, this would be a horrible time for it to drop loose, she extends her left arm over her head, pulling the chains tight to her body, teasing her nipples, ringing her various bells. She lets her belly lift and fall, as if having trouble maintaining the rigour of keeping her thighs vertical, and slowly begins to draw her body back upright, her head bent back until the last, will He allow this? She hears a soft No, she has to bend back, more teasing of her erect nipples, play of hard chain against soft skin, roll of belly and shake of hips, oh please Master, this bell is starting to slip, maybe now, she begins to rise again, slowly, carefully, she doesn't want to lose the bell now, she straightens her head, made it, bend forward a bit to renew her grip, swing her right foot forward to present her right hip, oh Thank you, Master, only one more veil to go, this one is opaque, better do some vigourous belly and hip work, He will expect to see the slave chain poking against the veil at least twice, shimmy of breasts against dancing chain ignites another orgasm, this belly roll is a freebie, how many more orgasms does she have in her, maybe now is the time to beg, knees extra wide apart, she bends from the waist, keeping her ass well up in the air, the bell clenched triumphantly, lips kissing, tongue licking at Master's feet, this is the reason for the slave bells on the lower hem of her face veil, the weight draws the fabric out of the way, wriggle her ass at Master, shimmy her nipples against the floor, oooh, pleeeease, Masterrrr, a snap of His fingers, kneel upright to present her belly for the last veil, the handclap that directs her head between His thighs, use her lips to undo the button on the loose cotton pants, pull down the zipper, take His organ deep into her throat, just hold Him there while both catch breath., the CD ends.
End of chapter six
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