As the night goes on, I add props to my act, finger cymbals, a larger veil, and an Arabian sword that I proudly balance on my head, shoulders, and bound belly. The audience loves it! By the time I have danced five songs, I’m sweaty and very, very, horny! I go into my dressing room. Brenda is waiting for me.
“You’re doing awesome,” she exclaims. “They love you! How do you feel?”
“Hnrnm!”
“What was that, dear?”
“N’m hnrnm nph hmmm! N nmmn phn cnm!” I lift my skirt to show her my pussy.
“Oh, you’re hot and turned on?”
“Mmmmmmph!” I nod.
“Oh, well, we can fix that. Someone is requesting a private dance from you,” she winks. “Come with me.”
I had no idea this banquet room had so many little rooms, but apparently it does! I am taken to what appears to be another dressing room/lounge area. The lights are dim. There are two couches, a love seat and several ottomans. My customer is sitting on the couch.
“Hands,” Brenda says. I let her bind my wrists behind me. “Now, go enjoy yourself and make sure he enjoys himself too.”
She closes the door behind me.
“Hi there,” the man says. “I um…I’ve never done anything like this before. In fact, I don’t know if I should. I’m a…” he hesitates, “a married man. My wife has no idea that I’m here. She’d probably kill me if she knew.”
It’s my husband, Jack! He’s one of the guests? Is this a joke? No, wait, this might work out in my favor. Now I see the reason for the contacts, the veil and the makeup. Alex and Brenda wanted to disguise me! It’s been so long since we made love! Maybe this might be a new awakening for us.
“Dance for me, lovely,” he says. I don’t know where the music emerges from, but I hear distinctly a haunting melodic Middle Eastern beat coming into the room. I stand in front of him and jut my chest out before pulling it back and pushing my belly and hips forward. I let the motion go down to my feet. I undulate a few more times before I begin bumping my hips from side to side. The bells and coins are clinking constantly. I love the sound!
“Oh damn,” Jack exhales, “Jesus, you’re pretty.” He shifts in his seat. “You’ve got me pretty stiff! Why don’t you bring that sexy ass of yours over here?”
“Mmmmmm,” I nod.
He undoes his zipper. His cock sticks straight up. How did I not ever notice how well endowed my husband was?
“Come,” he groans, “bring that pussy over here!”
I turn and back up to him. He takes a hold of my hips. I lower myself.
“Mmmmmmmph!” I groan when his cock fills my hungry pussy.
“Ohhhhhhh,” he moans. “Hey, sounds like you have a mouthful of something.”
“Mmmmmm,” I nod. There’s no denying it. I’m sure everyone here is into bondage of some kind.
“Uhhhh,” he groans, “what’s in your mouth?”
“Cmnphh nnn phnpm.”
He grips the sides of my hips.
“If I didn’t know better, you sound like you’re gagged.”
“Mmmmm, hmmmm.”
Jack begins to bounce me on his lap.
“Uhhhhhh! My wife has no idea, but I like my women tied up and helpless, just like you!”
“Mmmmmm, mmmmmm,” I reply. Will he recognize my voice?
“Shit! Uhhhhh,” he slaps my ass, “move a little for me!”
My hungry pussy takes over any logic right now. I cannot believe it took a disguise and bondage to get me back with my husband! Well, however it happened, I plan to enjoy it!
“Mmmmmmmph! Ormmmmph, mmmmmmm, mmmmmmmph!”
“Ohhhhhhh! You feel good! Keep moving those hips!”
I keep gyrating and making his cock hit my pussy walls and G spot. Sex with Jack was never this good before!
“Fuck! Uhhhhhhhh!” Jack digs his nails into my hips. I can feel him stiffening. I know he’s coming hard. A few more moves and so am I! After we have both calmed down, I slowly get to my feet. Jack fixes himself. He stands up and turns me to face him.
“You were amazing.” He tips my chin up to him. “We haven’t met before, have we?”
I pray that he can’t hear my heart pounding in my chest. I shake my head.
“I didn’t think so. I hope I see you again.” He kisses my forehead, and then he’s gone. When he leaves, I go to the door, turn around and try to open it. It’s locked! What the hell? Why would Jack lock me in this room?
“Mmmmmm? Mmmmmph, mmmmmmph! Hmmp! N’m mnchmn nn!”
Just then, the door opens. Before I can step out, several people dressed in black from head to toe and wearing these strange white masks that totally cover their face rush into the room. They remove my costume, everything except for the bells on my ankles. Someone rolls in a luggage cart. I am made to stand on it. One arm is stretched out and tied to one side, and the other arm is tied to the other. Then someone ties a bar to my ankles. I cannot close my legs at all! A dark hood is dropped over my head. Now I can’t see. The cart begins to move. I listen for any signs of where we are going. Then I hear the buzz of conversation. I’m back in the party room. I hear Samir speaking again in the foreign language. Is he talking about me? Then I feel a stinging pain against my butt.
“Mmmmmmmmmph!” Then I feel it again, and again, against my butt, my thighs, and my breasts! After I get stung about ten times, someone puts clips on my nipples. Then they start the whipping again! I jerk and howl, but there is no escaping whomever or whatever is striking me! It stops again. Now someone is touching me with gloves! I feel the hands grab my breasts. Another pair of hands comes from behind and folds over my belly rope, then descends down my legs. My skin is still quite sensitive from the spanking, but the hands seem to know exactly how to touch and grab me to get me moaning again.
“Mmmmmm, mmmmmm, mmmmm, mmmmmmmmph!” I hear a buzzing sound. Then the buzzing reaches between my legs.
“Mmmmmmmmph! Mmmmm, mmmmmm, mmmmmmmm!” I cry. The hands touching me are still going. I’m slave to the fire in my body. I am twisting, turning, moaning, groaning as I grind on the vibrator. The rest of the world floats away. All I can focus on is my own pleasure and sensuality. I’m so damn hot and turned on! Another orgasm erupts from deep inside me, followed by another and still another. After the third one, my body just slumps. I’m virtually exhausted.
When I come to again, I still have the hood over my head. I feel like I’m standing with my legs bound to something wooden. My arms are outstretched in front of me, wrists bound together. I am bent over something solid, a table, maybe? I feel the plug inside my ass. I’m still tightly gagged and belly bound too.
A hand touches my ass and begins to rub my cheek before it slaps me.
“Mmmmmmmmph!” I cry out. The hand slaps me again. Then two hands part my butt cheeks. I feel a cock slide into me. I have no idea who the cock belongs to! None at all! The man begins to grunt as he thrusts forward, filling my pussy with his hard member.
“You’re such a little slut, aren’t you, Aniyah?”
Jack!
“Mmmmmm, hmmmmm!” I cry.
“You’re our slut, aren’t you?”
Our slut?
“You belong to us, don’t you?”
“Mmmmmm, hmmmmmm!”
“You are our permanent sex toy, aren’t you? To use as we please?”
“Mmmmmmmmmm!” I nod and groan. Jack shudders and pulls out of me. Another cock quickly takes his place.
“We own you, Aniyah,” Alex says behind me. “You will service us whenever and wherever and however we want,” he grunts, “and you will always be our little tied and gagged slut, right?”
“Mmmmmmm! Mmmmmm, mmmmmm, mmmmmmmmm!” I moan.
“Tell me!” he thrusts especially hard.
“N mmnmm nmmmnmph hm mnnr hnnnn nnn gnggmn phmnph!”
“Again!” Another hard thrust.
“N mmnmm nmmmnmph hm mnnr hnnnn nnn gnggmn phmnph!”
“You can’t do any better than that?”
“Nmmmph!”
“Good enough! Uhhhhhhhhhhh!” Alex stiffens too, and then pulls out. I hear another voice.
“Well sister-in-law slave, I guess I’m the one who has to clean you up.” Brenda puts her face between my now sticky, cum filled legs and begins to clean the men’s seed from my vulnerable pussy.
report “Mmmmmmmm! Mmmmmm, mmmmmm, mmmmmmmmph! Mmmmmm, mmmmmmmmmmph!”
Her tongue is relentless as is my thrusting into her mouth. She makes me cum again. Only then am I finally freed from the table. However, the gag is left in place. Jack takes me into his arms.
“I love the way you look and sound when you’re gagged.”
“Mmmmmm,” I nod. He smooths the tape across my lips before kissing me.
“You know, you’d look so delicious if you were pregnant.”
“Mmmmmm?”
“Yes, you, darling.” He runs his hand over my belly. “I want to see you round and plump with my seed, my child.”
“She’d make an exquisitely pregnant belly dancer,” Brenda says.
“I agree,” Alex replies. “Our little bound, pregnant slut.”
Honestly, this is what I had always dreamed of, being a mother.
“Long as you’re healthy,” Jack says, “you’ll continue to service us.”
I nod.
Isn’t that what a good slave does?
Obey?
Yes, especially when she finds out that her husband knew all along about everything. It was just a matter of time before he revealed the special relationship between himself and his siblings, and his own twisted desires.
Now she only wants to be their slave girl, to be used as they please. That night, a single SUV speeds down the highway with two men and a woman in front. In the back, hidden in a gray canvas sack is their plaything. She cannot see or speak or scream. She cannot move except for the little micrometers allowed her by the tight ropes binding her limbs, capturing her belly and pussy. Destination right now, unknown, to her home, or back to her brother-in-law’s house? Maybe her sister-in-law has plans to smuggle her out of the country for her next modeling job.
I don’t know.
All I can do is wait and see where I’m going next…after this next inevitable orgasm.
See you all later.
The End
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