Master circled me. I had displeased him, and now I was paying for it.
"You have been such a bad girl, my dear. You have been dancing for other men, teasing and enticing them with your beautiful belly. You even had the nerve to wear the waist chain I gave you, the one with the gold pendant in the middle. How could you share my most prized possession with them, hmmmm? What have you got to say for yourself?"
"Mmmmmmm, mmmmmmm, mmmmmmm!" I cried.
"Oh that's right, you're gagged, aren't you? You can't talk. Your mouth is full of your own panties and covered with duct tape. Your veil hides it nicely. You could dance for them with that gag in your mouth and no one would be the wiser except you and me. I must admit, you sound very sexy when you're tightly gagged." He tickled my chin.
"Mmmmmmmm, mmmmmmm, mmmmmmm, mmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmm!" I wriggled in my binds, but I knew it would do no good.
"You look very sexy with your wrists tied overhead. I like the way it makes your breasts protrude."
"Mmmmmmm, mmmmmmmm!" I gestured downward with my head, hoping he would understand.
"What? Oh, the belly rope? That's to make your dancing a little more challenging for you and more sexy for me. I think you like it. Let me check my pussy. Are you wet my dear?"
"Mmmmmmmmmmm!" I nodded. He would check me anyway. Lying would only make it worse. He reached under my skirt. My coin belt jingled as he moved aside the soft material.
"Yes, quite wet. I know you love to protest and pretend you don't like it, but we know better. I want you to dance for your master. Entice me like you did those men tonight." He stepped over to the stereo and turned it on.
"Mmmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmm, mmmmmmm."
"Hear the music my dear? Let me see that sweet belly roll a bit."
So, this wasn't a punishment, but a performance? I decided to give him the thrill of his life.
"Mmmmmmmm, mmmmmmm, mmmmmmm, mmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmm!" I willed my abdomen to move against the tight rope pulling against my flesh.
"Very good my pet. Push and pull against that belly rope! Make it move!" He began to circle me again.
"Mmmmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmm,"
I moaned.
"Are you getting turned on my dear? Let me check your nipples. Uh huh, yes, nice and hard. Shift those hips for me. Good girl. The bondage doesn't stop you at all. You know how to move to please your master. I might let you come nice and hard for me."
"Mmmmmmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmmmmm!"
Master had his hand under my skirt. His fingers circled my clit. Two fingers slipped in and out of my wet folds.
"That feel good baby? Like it when Master strokes your pussy like this?"
"Mmmmmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmm, mmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmmmm!" I nodded. Oh yes, Master! Oh yes, this feels so good! You know just how to play your little instrument, don't you?
"Uh huh. Keep rolling that belly and shifting those hips. Your pussy is just dripping! That's a girl! Come hard for me!"
I chewed hard on the panties between my teeth. Arousal built a fire in my loins and moved upward. An orgasm was inevitable. I fell apart at his touch.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmmmmmm!"
"Oh yes. Oh that pussy is just pulsating on my hand! Good girl! Should I give you a break snd untie you?"
"Mmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmm!" I nodded.
"Well, since you did please me, I'll take the gag out for now."
He undid the tape and pulled out my soggy panties.
"Thank you, Master."
"Do you love me, baby girl?"
"Yes, Master."
"Let me hear you say it."
"I love you, Master."
"Do you like being tied and gagged and having your pussy teased and your belly tortured?"
"Yes, Master."
"Good girl. Give me those lips. Are you going to dance for anyone else?" He captured my mouth with his lips. His dark eyes held my gaze. I longed to touch his face, to hold him in my arms, but it was impossible, so I settled for his wonderful warm kisses.
"No, Master."
"Yes you will, when I give you permission. Until then, you will only belly dance for me."
"Yes, Master."
"Good girl. Now, let's put these panties back in your mouth and seal these lips. Now, I'm going to take your arms down and tie your hands to the belly rope."
I accepted my wet panties back into my mouth, closing my lips around them. Master picked up the duct tape. He layered six pieces over my lips, two going horizontally, two in an x shape, and two more that looped under my chin. He released my arms from the above head tie and quickly fastened my wrists to my belly rope.
"Good. Now, come and ride this dick."
"Mmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmm!" I nodded. He hiked up my skirt. Master undid his zipper, letting his cock spring free. He situated me so that I could lower my pussy directly on him.
"Oh shit! Mmmmmmm, that's a girl! Oh goddamn, you got some good pussy! Roll that bound belly for your master!"
"Mmmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmm, mmmmmmm, mmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmm!" I cried. His cock teased my pussy walls like never before.
"Yes, my beloved.....uhhhhhhh.....you're a good slave....uhhhhh....I'm gonna bust a nut on this hot pussy....shit....keep rocking those hips....that's a girl....shit....roll that bound belly....moan for me!"
"Mmmmmmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmm, mmmmmmm, mmmmmmm, mmmmmmmm!" Why did this feel so good? Why did it always feel this wonderful? There was something about relinquishing control that was a turn on for me.
"You can cum if you want....uhhhhhh.....uhhhhhh....fuck! Fuck, fuck.....uhhhhhh....." he moaned. He threw his head back.
"Mmmmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmm!" My body shook like a building during an earthquake.
"You came nice and hard didn't you?"
"Mmmmmmmm, hmmmmmmmmm." I nodded.
"Good girl. I like you this way, my private bound belly dancer. Should I untie you now?"
"Mmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmm!" I nodded.
"I see you waving your hands and struggling against the belly rope. You're nodding your head. Hmmmm, Daddy wants to keep the party going. Two bondage poses and a good fuck isn't enough. Sit in this chair." He pointed to the wooden chair that he so often tied me to. What other choice did I have besides obedience? I sat in the chair.
"Now, I'm going to fasten you to the chair by your belly rope. There. Now to tie your ankles to the legs. Perfect."
