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Subject: {ASSM} "Tomorrow She Dances" (D/S, M/F, Dancing)
Date: Mon,  3 Jun 2002 00:10:03 -0400
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	This is a sexual story copyrighted by me, Shon Richards, so 
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"Tomorrow She Dances"
By Shon Richards

	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.    



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