A belly dancer outfit calls your name, and Aguaenta hits on you

Diving into the chest you see numerous different costumes of every shape, and size. From a naval officer uniform, to classic swashbuckler grab, and even conquistador armor there is every imaginable outfit for any one who might have exised during the golden age of piracy. There’s even some fantasy stuff like a sort of fish person costume that looks similar to one Aguaenta has on.

Guess this means that’s playroom is going to lean on a supernatural, or mythos element. Not that you mind such a thing, after all is any pirate’s tale really complete with the appearance of a fearsome Kranken or luscious mermaids. Mmmmm luscious mermaids.... Kranken tentacles..... Your cock twitches in your pants as you picture yourself hoisted into the air, and spit roasted by long, thick, tentacles.

“So you find anything you like?”

Aguaenta’s voice wakes you from your day dream.

“What-umm yeaaahhhh actually.” You say as you reach for a rather skimpy, and shiny folded pile of clothes that catches your eye.

Pulling it out you see it’s an outfit made up of multiple pieces. The tops, and bottoms, and accessories all completely separate form one another’s. Well that is if you can really call the top, a top, and the bottom, a bottom as this thing is reeeeevealing. The lower half is made up of a glossy, baggy, yet nearly completely see through set of pants. Though a fine vibrate red the silky fabric is so thin it barely obscures anything.

Yet the real major blow to modesty is the fact that the pant legs don’t actually have a crotch part. With the only thing providing coverage to one’s penis being a pair of silken black high cut panties which connects to the pant legs via a collections of gold beeds round the waist band of the panties. A few of these beads also fall loosely down by the crotch, and ass part. Meaning that if someone were to sway or shake their hips the beads would bounce, and rattle around in eye catching fashion.

Then there is the top of the outfit, is made up of black bow type bikini top. This style of bra having no shoulders straps, and instead help in place solely by a single tight strip that wraps around ones back. Besides just the high quality black fabric the top also has a number of gold accents that really gives the piece of clothing some flash. A thin gold rim traces the front of the two upper curved lines, and bottom flat where ones boobs (if they had any) would lie under.

In the middle solids gold designs spiral to show two snakes coiled into into a circle. On the side of each snakes is a gold line that curves outwards from top to bottom, a small half crescent sticking out on either side like a little hook. Finally in the middle connecting part which lays between where ones two breasts (if one had any) is an upside down triangle. The triangle has intricate carved designs into the gold with a singular piece of black string at the point that is about three inches in length. To which at the end of that string hangs two craved gold bells no bigger then your thumb. The purpose of there presence like the beads on the bottoms, for grabbing the attention of other’s as the wearer move. Which if put on for its proper purpose the wearer would most certainly be moving.

Swaying their hips, and shaking their butt to be more precise. As this lewd eye catching outfit is what you know in layman’s terms as a belly dancers outfit. You’re sure their is some more correct cultural name but, to you that title suits it just fine. Pulling the entire outfit out of the chest you flip it back, and forth a sense of awe coming over you as you can’t believe your actual holding something like this. It’s kinda of niche sure but can’t deny you’ve always had sort had a thing for belly dancers. More specifically being one.

You cross dress occasionally, stealing some clothes from your older sister while she’s at college you occasionally try to be all cute and sexy. Some might think it’s a little strange but to you it makes perfect sense, and you wonder why more people don’t doit. Like logically you like girls, you like how they look, you thought of them as attractive, so why wouldn’t you want to see those same aspects reflected in yourself. Admittedly you also aren’t exactly that manly of a guy. You’re a little of short, you got kind of a soft baby face, and you most certainly don’t have the body of an athlete. Not in the sense that you’re fat, but more so that you just don’t have a lot of muscle. That’s actually what sparked you interest into the whole scene of cross dressing. As in an attempt to cope with failing to measure up that area, you explored going in the other direction.

You were nervous the first time, but once you saw yourself in the mirror you were insanely hooked. It became kind of regular thing for you, with you having hidden supply of your sister’s clothes hidden under your dresser which you try on when ever the urge hits you. Of course you don’t exactly identify as a girl or think your trans.

Like you are comfortable being a boy, yet also you want to have that feminine energy, experience that girly aura. To look in mirror and see that same sort of hotness that is intrinsic to only the female form reflected on yourself. It made you feel confident, wild, sexy, every time you saw that feminized version of your self no matter the style, goth, preppy, urban, your heart always raced with exhilaration, and your cock would twitch. It’s a fun play, and now would kind of be the first time you did it in public.

“My, my traveler now isn’t that an eccentric outfit, I wouldn’t have pegged you as some one with such interesting tastes but you pleasantly surprise me.” Aguaenta says as she leans forward with her hands behind her back, and winks at you.

You also noticing her flaccid cock twitch. Bitting your lower lip you shiver the air in the hallway suddenly becoming a lot more intense.

“Yeah this is kind of perfect you know, these kinds of dancers their like sexy provocative, yet also kind of classy to you know, they command an air of respect and talent when they do what they do you know...” You blush thinking back to some videos you saw on line of various belly dancers.

They really did sort of embody the peck of femininity in your mind. Them entrancing and erotic like you said, but having more of a mystic then some like a stripper or a porn star. Like they got a sort of status, and respectability. They can be seen as classy, and entertainers in their own right.

“Well then would you like to try that outfit on?” Aguaenta asks as she slinks up to your side, a predatory undertone in her words.

“Haha, oh most certainly would you mind helping me get undressed all this leather, and latex is kind of hard to get of because of how..... tight it all is.” Flirtatious elections dance around the air as you speak, sparks electrifying the space between you, and Aguaenta.

A her mind tingling with a small voltage buzz as you say the ‘tight’ with such suggestiveness. Not needing any more permission the sea goddess rubs her hands over your chest. Pulling at the buckles of your harness she loosens the straps till she able to just slip the thing off your body. The collection of leather, and buckles clanking to the floor as she lets piece of bondage get fall to the floor around you. A content moan leaves your lips as you lean back into Aguaenta. Rubbing the side of your cheek against her bare breasts as you bask in that floaty feeling of being stripped. Tingles dance from your chest, to your tummy and back up again, as this women you just meet exposes your most intimates.

“Eep!” You squeak, her hands now at your ass with those sharp nails of her’s giving your buttock a pretty nasty pinch before she sticks a finger into the waist band of your latex boy shorts.

Aguaenta‘a lips then presss against the side of your neck, There’s the presence of light suction from her mouth, a dull sharpness of teeth that makes you jump in surprise. She’s then begins to lower your shorts taking them down half way her right hand slips between your ass cheeks to tickle your hole with single finger, while the whole of her right hand gentley takes hold of your balls, and softly rolls them in her palm like marbles. With that Aguaenta then pulls her mouth away from your neck, black and brown bruising from where the blood cells in the skin were broke already forming a small from hickey.

Taking a second to admire the love bite she’s left on you, Aguaenta then kneels down as she pulls your latex shorts the rest of the way down your legs. Your cock twitches as it’s exposed to the cool hallway, and with out even needing to be told you step of your bottoms leaving yourself completely naked before this women.

“Eek!” You then squeak again as you feel another bit of sharpness on your ass, this time Aguaenta taking the liberty of giving your rump a soft bite.

Instinctively you try to squirm away from the grasp her teeth have round your ass cheeks, but before you can Aguaenta’s grabs you by the hips to hold you in place. You then feel the sensation of suction again as the the ‘sea goddess’ seems to want to leave her signature on you again.

“Ha.... hehe do those marks from you come with any sort of divine blessings goddess.” You joke, while a sense of submissiveness starts to bubble up in your head.

The choice of the word goddess a purposeful gesture of you elevating Aguaenta above yourself, and in turn you below her. The roles in the dynamic happening here quickly solidifying into that classical dom, submissive dichotomy.

“Why my mark it’s self is a blessing traveler, it lets every one know you have the approval of divinity.” Retorts playfully her reciprocating your invitation to official be the one to take the reins here.

“So everyone that sees it will treat me with great care?” You look back at Aguaenta, catching a glimpse at the second hikcey placed lewdly on your left ass cheek.

“Oh it will most certainly incline them to treat you a certain way I can tell you that much traveler.” Aguaenta says as she grins back at you, her mouth full of shark like teeth giving her a menacing intensity to what’s just a simple playful smile.

A sense of exotic danger swirls around, and excites with those teeth, and sharpened nail she could do you some real damage. With Aguaenta extra few inches in height she has on you as well, you couldn’t do much to fight back either as she more then likely stronger then you as well. Yet she doesn’t, she’s isn’t, despite the rough teasing she’s done you no harm. It’s that part of being dominated you love so much. The sense of care, and affection that comes with being in the palm of some ones hand. They can crush you in an instance, yet they choose not to. You are special enough for them not to.

smack

A spank to you’re ass then shakes you from your thoughts, Aguaenta having slapped the spot where she gave you a hickey. Her appearing to give the mark a sort of stamp of approval before she then gets up off of her knees.

“Now then traveler let me help you get dressed.” Aguaent smiles as she grabs the the belly dancer outfit.

She then zips about you, maneuvering your limbs at her discretion so that she can put everything on your body. First it’s the top, then bottoms, with her also placing a few extra accessories which you initially messed when you were first going through the outfit. First theirs two gold arm bands which she places around your upper arms just under you shoulders, next is a pair of wrists bracelets which both have a length of thin silk fabric like the one made up of your pants connecting to each of the respective arm band.

This allowing for eye catching spectacle as if you were to moving your arms around the frantic would flow along with your limbs in dramatic fashion. After that she puts two ankle bracelets on your left ankle one being a more simple gold clasp, while the other was a more lose piece made up of some string, and flat head coin like pieces all tied together. With her finishing up the jewelry on your lower body with a singular gold toe ring with a blue jewel, which she puts on the third toe from your big toe on your left foot.

Then finally for the piece de resistions Aguaenta puts a red vail on your face, it sitting on top your nose, and held in place be hooking comfortable around your ears. It covers your mouth jaw with the same thin red fabric as the tails on your arms, and the pants your wearing. Though the material here isn’t as thin as it does a bit better job obscuring you, mostly just giving a rough outline of your features. It producing a bit mystery, and anonymity to your look.

Aguaenta then takes a step back, and grabbing you by your right shoulder twirls you round in place to take in a complete view of you.

“Wooahhhh!” Spun on a heel you nearly fall over, yet are just able to steady your self before you take a tumble to the floor.

“Traveler.... I have to admit you you look complete stunning in this garb, why out of all the souls I’ve seen dawn these clothes none look as natural as you in it.” Aguaenta says, and though it sounds like just exaggerated flatter to stroke your ego, the women is being truthful.

A lick of the lips, and twitch of the cock indicates that this isn’t just her playing a character or just trying to lay it on thick for a club goer. You really are the one whose worn this costume the best in all of her time at club cupcake.

“Why those are dear words coming from you goddess, I much appreciate your praise.” You say giving a curtsy with the baggy pants.

The outfit really is quite surprisingly comfortable to wear, it’s so free, and flowing. It’s enjoyable to just move around in, and every time you do you make fun little jingles, and jangles from the gold parts.

“If you truly think that then why don’t you dance for me traveler, show me that your outfit isn’t just for well... show!” Aguaenta playfully smirks as she step towards you as she reveals her mouth full of razor sharp pearly whites again.

Shooting you a daring look she gets right up in your face. That teasing smile on her mouth goading you on to prove your actual worthy of that outfit, and not just some larper.