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Archive name: dances.txt (Mdom/Fsub, dancing, rom)
Authors name: Shon Richards (shonrichardshsd@earthlink.net)
Story title : Tomorrow She Dances

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This work is copyrighted to Shon Richards © 2002. Please 
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Tomorrow She Dances (Mdom/Fsub, dancing, rom) 
by Shon Richards (shonrichardshsd@earthlink.net)

For more of my stories you can check out: 
http://www.asstr.org/~ShonRichards/

***

Soft strains of a woman's voice filled the house. 
Candlelight flickered, causing a thousand shadows to 
dance to the unfamiliar blues accompanying the voice. 
There was no sign of Cori, just an armchair placed in the 
center of the room. 

Donald approached the chair, the only piece of furniture 
not pressed to the walls. His gaze roamed from the mantle 
to the hurricane lamp on the television to the empty 
space where a table once stood, then back to the chair.

There was a note. Removing his coat, Donald laid it 
across the arm and picked up the scrap of paper. It read, 
"Sit here, please."

*

Cori was still shaking as Donald withdrew from her. Belly 
flat on the bed, arms bound together over her head and 
her legs bound far apart behind her, her body burned, 
both from the sex and from the wonderful spanking she had 
received. Cori felt naked and vulnerable as Donald ran 
his hand along her back. 

Donald swept her long brown hair aside to kiss her where 
her neck met her scalp. Despite the afterglow from the 
exhausting sex they had, Cori felt a tingle of desire 
ripple through her pummeled sex.

"My Slut," Donald whispered in her ear. Cori shivered and 
her heart raced. The scene was still in effect. He would 
remain her "Master" and use her as he saw fit until he 
gave the word. She didn't know if she could handle any 
more sensations, but she would try. 

"Yes?" Cori asked. She felt him shiver slightly. He 
always shivered when she responded to being called a 
slut. It was such a simple thing to do but it always 
aroused him further.

"Tomorrow, you'll dance and strip for me when I get home 
from work," he commanded.

Cori swallowed. "I don't know if I can do that." 

Cori felt a touch of panic. The idea struck her with 
fear. She would gladly lie down, submit to a spanking, a 
fucking and enjoy being called his slut, but to dance? 

"I'm not refusing," Cori amended. "I just think I would 
look silly."

Donald laughed. "That isn't your concern. Silly or not, 
tomorrow you dance."

He nipped her ear and her back arched. 

"Tomorrow, you dance for me," he corrected.

*

Donald sat in the chair. The music faded, then after a 
moment a new one began. It was a slow and sensual, 
another one that he didn't recognize. He assumed it was 
from Cori's collection of blues singers. Whatever it was, 
he liked it.

At the same moment, Cori appeared from the hallway. She 
was nervous, but she was also smiling. Pausing by the 
doorway, she stood so that Donald could examine her 
outfit. A white t-shirt covered her top, tucked into 
tight black shorts. 

The material of the shirt was stretched lewdly over her 
breasts, revealing the black bra underneath. Her arms and 
legs were glowing from the body oil she had applied 
earlier. It caused her limbs to faintly glow as the 
candlelight played off the liquid. Slowly, she ran her 
hands down her sides so that he could see the leather 
cuffs she had on each wrist. They weren't bound together, 
but were still an obvious reminder of her submission to 
him.

His eyes drank her body, and his nod of approval sent a 
visible shiver through her body. Donald's eyes returned 
to her face, and he smiled at her work there as well. 
Cori had pinned her long brown hair back in a tight 
braid, letting it fall on her back like a natural leash. 
Her cheeks were dusted with a small amount of silver 
glitter.

Leaving the doorway, she crossed the room.

*

When Cori opened her eyes that morning, her first sight 
was Donald's sleeping face. He was smiling. Cori wondered 
what he was dreaming of, and she hoped it was of her. 
That was when she remembered his last command.

Today, she would dance.

Cori slipped from the bed. Her legs were still a bit 
weak, but that was to be expected after the range of 
pleasures she endured last night. A smile came to her 
lips as she remembered the hours that he had executed his 
sensual art on her helpless body. She remembered the 
paintbrush, the flogger, and his knowing hands. She 
glanced back at the bed, and knew she would also be 
smiling all day thanks to his imagination and attention.

Opening the drawer, She found a pair of white panties and 
slipped them on. Then reaching for a bra, she caught a 
glimpse of herself in the mirror.

Cori left the drawer and walked to the floor length 
mirror as Donald continued to sleep. She knew Donald 
thought she was pretty, and Cori knew that men found her 
attractive, but she wondered if she was really pretty 
after all. Her breasts were large but they also sagged 
slightly from their weight. She knew her legs were 
muscular, but did Donald really like hard lines or was he 
just saying that? 

It was her hair that worried her the most. It was brown, 
thick and refused to curl. Cori had tried perms, curlers 
and all sorts of remedies but she could never get it to 
do more than just hang around her face and shoulders. She 
wished she could be like those women who were always 
wearing a new style or reinventing themselves.

"Stay right there," Cori heard behind her. Through the 
mirror, she saw Donald sitting up on the bed. He was 
smiling and his eyes were full of pride.

"What did I do to earn you?" Donald asked.

Cori blushed. "What? This hair or my drooping tits?" Cori 
joked.

Donald frowned. He shook his head and climbed out of bed. 
Cori watched as he walked up behind her and put his hands 
around her belly. He brought his lips to her ear.

"Your hair smells like shampoo and when I grab it, it's 
thick and soft to my touch." 

His hands glided up from her belly. His fingers cupped 
her breasts and then passed over her hardening nipples. 
"Breast sag because they have weight, which usually 
implies they are large, and large breasts are my 
favorite."
Cori leaned back into his embrace and watched as one of 
his hands slid from her breasts and down between her 
thighs.

"Look at your legs," Donald continued as his fingers 
danced lightly over her panties. "I love legs with 
muscles. I love legs that can clench, squeeze and crush 
me when you are in the throes of passion. When those 
thighs clamp down on me, then I know you are really 
mine."
Cori turned her head to look at him directly. His arms 
embraced her again, then he brought a finger to her lips 
and traced them until she gasped.

"You are beautiful, and knowing that you give yourself, a 
beautiful woman, to me, is more than I know how to be 
thankful for."

Cori sighed as Donald kissed her neck. "Tonight, I dance 
for you," she said.

Cori stepped back and she danced. Her hips were the first 
the move, swaying haltingly as they sought their rhythm. 
Gradually her hips swung farther and farther as she 
slipped into the music. Her knees bent and she turned, 
letting her arms flow slowly around her. She turned again 
and her braid swung with her, moving back and forth 
across her back like a natural metronome, marking her 
pace and her movements.

Donald watched. He could see her confidence growing. It 
started from within, as it should be. Then it suffused 
through her body sweeping Cori with it. She closed her 
eyes and the deep mournful tones of the song crept into 
her.

She brought her hands together, crossing her wrists as if 
bound. She moved her hands back and forth and danced as 
if she was bound to her lover's desire. Her head moved to 
the music. Her hips swung deeper and her buttocks lowered 
and rose as the excitement of the moment embraced her. 
The rhythm, his attention, and her own thrill at being 
sensual seemed to be dancing within her. Then finally, 
the tension dropped away and her body came alive.

*

Now she was ready.

Cori opened her eyes and fixed Donald with a stare. With 
her hips still moving, she folded her arms over her chest 
and reached for the bottom of her shirt. The t-shirt 
popped free of her shorts and with a quick snap, she 
pulled the shirt over her head. As she cupped her bra, 
she saw Donald gasp with longing. Her fingers sunk into 
her bra while her legs and hips stayed in motion. Cori 
fondled herself for him; her hands doing what he longed 
to do.

She turned around, giving him a wonderful view of her 
ass. The shorts clung to her buttocks, the curves of her 
ass barely peeking from the black material. Left to 
right, she swung her butt and even without looking, she 
knew Donald's eyes were following her. Right to left she 
moved her ass, grinding the air slowly as she imagined 
pressing back against him.

A snap of her button and a slow unzipping was done hidden 
from Donald's view. She stopped dancing and brought her 
legs tight together. Cori slipped her shorts down, 
bending over as she unveiled her tanned buttocks for him. 
Ever so slowly, she stripped her shorts off and then 
calmly stepped out of them.

She rose again and still dancing, she backed against him. 
She was wearing his favorite thong, a simple black vinyl 
that was made of an indecent amount of material. The 
thong disappeared between the cheeks of her ass and Cori 
knew he loved the sight of her ass coming closer and 
closer. 

Cori bent over again, offering her ass for him. Donald 
did nothing, and Cori understood why. Tonight was her 
dance and he was there merely to watch. Realizing that he 
would not take her sacrifice, Cori did as he would. 

As hard as she could, she spanked her right cheek. Cori 
hissed as the pain warmed her body. She stood and 
continued to dance. With her hips in constant motion, she 
continued to spank each cheek of her ass. First the 
right, then the left and then the right again in cycle of 
bare handed smacks that complimented the music filling 
their world. Only when her ass was burning with the same 
heat as Donald's adoring face did she stop.

Cori turned around and kneeled at his feet. He spread his 
legs as she smiled up at him. Her shoulders kept moving 
to the current of the music as she reached behind her. 
She bit her lip in that pouting manner that he loved as 
she arched her back. Her breasts were pushed forward as 
she unclasped her bra. She felt the tension weaken on her 
bra and she sighed as she felt her bra hover on her 
breasts, kept there now solely by gravity and her hard 
nipples.

Cori rose and caught her bra as it fell. She stood before 
her master and swayed until the bra dropped from her 
body. Raising her hands above her head, she danced 
topless until the end of the song. Donald's eyes followed 
her swinging nipples, appreciating the heavy weight of 
her tits swing with her hips.

As the next song began, she moved behind him. She lifted 
her breasts and briefly settled them on his shoulders, 
allowing him a single moment to feel their mass. Then she 
rose back up and danced in front of him. Her fingers 
cupped her breasts and kneaded the nipples roughly. She 
pinched and pulled her hard nipples till her nails were 
digging sharply into her skin. Donald's widening smile 
soothed the discomfort away.

God, she wanted him.

Cori tried to ignore the growing need inside her but it 
was impossible. Her hips were moving in simulation to 
sex; fucking the empty air in front of her lover. She 
could feel her desire collecting behind the small 
material of her thong. Cori's body was in constant motion 
as the music teased her soul.

Finally, she slipped her fingers under the waistband of 
her thong. Donald moaned and Cori knew he was in as much 
need as she was. She pulled her thong down, removing her 
last defense. Down her thong went, past her sex, past her 
thighs, past her oil-shining legs and over her feet. Now 
she was naked except for her cuffs.

"Now," Donald growled. He rose from his chair and Cori 
had to suppress a laugh of delight. She had pushed him! 
She couldn't believe it, but she had pushed him past his 
patience! It made her feel all the more desirable and 
beautiful. 

*

Donald's pants and underwear were on the floor with 
Cori's clothes in seconds. He reached for her cuffs and 
pulled her to him by her wrists. Cori straddled his lap 
and placed herself over his cock. He released one wrist 
so he could hold his cock in place as she dropped down 
onto him. His thick tip spread her lips open and Donald 
grabbed her both her wrists again. He pulled her down and 
Cori bit her lip in bliss as inch after inch of his 
manhood drove up into her.

"Now, dance for me again," Donald commanded. 

Cori moaned as her body obeyed. She grinded her sex 
against him as her wrists were held tightly by her lover. 
His engorged cock pulsed within her as his hips lifted to 
meet hers. They fucked together on the chair with little 
grace for their passions demanded a more primal joining.

Her tits bounced in front of Donald as their sexes 
collided. Donald watched as the weight moved beneath the 
skin; molding and shaping her breasts into brief new 
shapes with every thrust. It was too much for him to 
endure passively. His mouth opened and he caught a single 
nipple between his teeth and he clamped down as Cori 
continued to bounce on his cock.

Cori's back arched as his sharp teeth captured her 
nipple. She pulled against his hands holding her wrists, 
but Donald's iron grip kept her pinned. All she could do 
was move her hips and dance as his tongue played over her 
nipple; coaxing and flicking the hard nub of flesh.

"I'm close," Cori moaned. 

He pulled his mouth back till her nipple popped free from 
between his teeth.

"Then cum," he commanded.

Cori whimpered as her hips raced on top of his. On and on 
she pumped as her thighs clenched around his. Faster and 
faster she fucked until her braid was snapping against 
her back. Harder and harder she pushed until finally; she 
froze as her sweet orgasm paralyzed her.

"You're not done yet," Donald hissed. He released her 
wrists and wrapped his arms around her back as he leaned 
forward. Cori sighed as he embraced her and pressed their 
chests together. Helpless and drained, all she could do 
was moan as Donald thrust his hips and continued their 
dance.

"Yes," he growled within seconds. Cori moaned with him as 
his body shuddered and his cock vibrated within her. Her 
sex accepted the hot streams of cum he sent within her 
and clenched him again and again as she drained his cock.

Together, they breathed.

"Tomorrow," Donald gasped.

"Yes?" Cori asked.

"Tomorrow, we rest," Donald said with a smile.

"Maybe," Cori laughed. 

END

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