~Thank you to my sister zi for supplying the av and to Sir White Wolf for making it up and to diamond for hosting it during the competition~
Congrats to stacey for winning the tie for first place and to the rest of the dancers for their hard work, all of you should be proud of a job well done and for giving the Masters a difficult task~wicked grin~
Here is the dance~
the lights dim as the girl stands in the center of the diamond shaped stage, a yellow spotlight illuminating the soft green silk that clads her flesh, back arched, her firm ass facing the room as her outstretched arms have been raised above her head, balancing on the tips of her toes, to grip the brushed steel pole just under the four rings soldered to it. From each of the four rings extends a chain almost to the floor where four submissives kneel proudly, the stiff chains keeping their chins up, fire blazing in their eyes, revenge for the one who chained them there shining brightly within
hissing to herself in pleasure at her brazenness the girl swivels her head from left to right, allowing her gaze to fall on each submissive, pressing her taut frame to the pole, rubbing first one hardened nipple against it then the other, biting her lower lip in mock chagrin as the sheer green material of her top snags against the texture of the steel pole and gasps audibly as it tears, bringing her right hand forefinger to her berry stained lips a soft giggling "oops" escapes then she slithers down the pole, keeping her left hand sliding down the pole above her until her back is flat and her hips swivel provocatively from side to side, the tiny golden bells that adorn her flesh from head to toe jingling softly, her hair almost trailing the floor
arm muscles flexing as she reaches for something on the stage, more tiny bells signaling her movements, a shiver running across the well oiled flesh of each submissive chained to stage signaling they know what's coming, spread thighs of each one parting more as their eyes close and the breasts of the two females heave and the hard bare cocks of the two males throb in anticipation, the girl gathers up the the ring of toys, each attached to the ring by a long thong, a black cat o nine tails, a riding crop with a flexible rubber tip, a long braided strand of soft rayon rope with small knotted tassels at the end, and a long silver chain with clamps, shaking the ring of toys lightly behind each sub, her long diaphanous green skirts tickling them across their heels and backsides as she passes
clicking her tongue in chagrin as one of the female subs moves her foot slightly and snags the girl's skirts between her toes and jerks hard, the waist band of the skirt sliding easily down the hip of the belled girl, the girl bends her knees and drops almost to the floor, her hair brushing the submissive's shoulders and chest as she leans over and runs the braided rayon rope between the girl's spread thighs from behind and beneath her then flicking it so the knotted tassels leap up and sting the inside of the bound submissive's thighs and inner lips, the submissive's arousal plainly apparent by her moans of pleasure and visible wetness on her parted thighs, laughing softly the girl whispers against the submissive's ear "next time tug harder"
the girl is off again at the next breath of the crowd at her audacity, the only music the soft whisper of the bells on each of her wrists, ankles, belly and nipples, yes bared belled nipples, peeking through the tears in the fabric of her top, the tiny clamps there causing them to ache slowly with need and she grins to herself getting lost now in the rhythm of the seductive movements of her body, stretching and flexing the muscles of each shapely leg as she moves to the next submissive, this one male, and dark, his eyes gleaming, wanting some he cannot have but wanting it still and the girl gives him what she can, four quick swats on the tops of his thighs with the rubber tipped riding crop, not quite close enough to touch his jumping cock but throwing her head back and laughing gleefully, not with cruelty, but with satisfaction as she knows this one prefers to be teased mercilessly, and jump it does and then she is gone again even before his low growl reaches her ears
to the blond female submissive the girl now dances before and around her, teasing the sub with her belled body, reaching to caress her white perfect almost glowing skin, across her face, down her neck to the collarbone and under each swelled breast then dips low and flicks her tongue across the sub's right nipple and bites softly, a smile forming in her eyes as the blonde's head tilts back, and quickly she frees the silver chain and attaches the clamps to the sub's inner lips, knowing full well she will pay for this small torture later, but wishing to push the blonde's limits a bit she wonders how long the submissive can hold on, reassured by the blonde's lusty moan, and with a last long suck on her nipple, the dancer sways her hips and moves to the last male on the stage
the gleam in her eyes threatening to undo the strong man, wondering how she managed to sucker him into this, also knowing she is something he can never have, and he snaps at her as she brazenly flicks the cat o nine tails against his chest, a tight firm chest and the tails of the cat don't sting as the vixen dancer is merely teasing him with it, now running it across his broad shoulders and he almost rises as she leans too close and her belled breast lightly brushes his skin but rise he won't as pride holds him in place but this, this he can do and now it's his turn to laugh as he slips his large hands free from the ties that held them behind his back and he jerks the folds of her skirt from her body leaving her there naked, a deep flush floating across her features, and still her hips sway from side to side and she dances back out of his reach knowing the chain from the pole limits his reach, her swiftly moving ankles carry her to the edges of the crowd
the soft music of the bells filling the room she dances, at times stomping her feet with her frustration at not being one chained to the stage, other times moving lightly as she skips with her freedom granted to her by the one she loves, the one who loves her as she is and she hunts for the one in the crowd, unable to spot him in the darkness, frowning as the one seems to hide, she allows her body to show her need and wantonness to all present with her movements, arms outstretched, hands pleading for the one to show her the way, almost but not quite rubbing her flesh against each she passes, reaching to caress their own signs of arousal but only teasing, her body is hot now, beads of sweat collecting and traveling down her body to the bells, each tiny droplet springing to life as the music of the bells continue, knowing the one will come to claim her soon chest heaving she moves her nakedness to the center of the stage back at the pole and again stretching up on her toes the girl frees the four submissives and surrenders to the inevitable wonderful deliciousness of revenge, each voluntary submissive choosing a toy and removing it from the ring, gasping as she feels the clamps from the blonde female being attached to her own wet lips, the girl's whimpers of need and the soft sounds of bells the only sound in the room as the spotlight that followed her every step goes out, flooding the stage with darkness.
After a few heartbeats and lots of satisfied whimpers the girl stands with the submissives, bows low to each of the Judges and steps lightly from the stage so it can be cleaned
