Belly Dancer

"It would be the always loved belly dancer look. Long see through skirts and tiny little tops that shows, almost, all but adds a sense of wonderment to the already mystical form of the female." Miro walks you over to a mannequin wearing such an outfit.

Though Miro is without a doubt an eccentric man you must admit his taste in clothing is second to none. The mannequin wore a long see-through orange skirt with gold linings along the edges that tied on the left side and went down to it's ankles. Beneath the skirt the only thing providing any sense of modesty was a gold c-string. With no straps to support it the skimpy underwear was only kept of the body through pressure. It's chest was covered by a see through orange cross top that basically made an X on it's chest.

The nipples were the only thing actually hidden by golden pasties. Around it's neck was a gold choker style collar with a matching gold chain cascading down the front. It would do well in keeping Camalia close and under control. On it's forehead was a golden circlet with a round amber in the middle. On the hands and feet were golden rings that would dance around as the wearer walked or even moved.

On it's biceps were detached sleeves that had a golden ring on each end to keep them in place. They were made bigger than necessary to allow them to flow around as the wearer moved. Around it's stomach was a small chain with amber jewels hanging off it. As you imagined Camalia wearing such an outfit your member hardened. "I wouldn't mind her calling me master in this!" You say excitedly.

"You like?" Miro asks, a smug smile on his face. "Oh I like! How much?"While normally you were more skilled in the art of negotiation your lack of blood in the brain made you a bit aggressive.

"Well since I want to be on the good side of the star up and comer what say we call it a gift." Miro says warmly. While his tone is warm you know his intentions are anything but pure. Most likely he wants you to come back more in the future once you start training more and more slaves. "What a shrewd business man.

Guess he's not as crazy as I first though." You think to yourself as you reach a hand out towards Miro. "To future business then." Miro accepts, shaking your hand firmly. "Now what say we see what that little cutie looks like all dolled up."

Both you and Miro walk back over to Camalia and Sila. Camalia stands surprisingly patiently with the tower wrapped around her. Her chain was long enough for you to have walked around the store with it but you would were expecting her to try and make a run for it once you got far enough away. After all she wouldn't technically be streaking anymore. Either she was less foolish than you first thought or she really wanted actual cloths.

A smirk creeps on your lips as you prepare to disappoint her. "What a good puppy you are. Waiting for your master." Camalia glares at you as she hugs her towel tighter to her chest. "Well I wasn't about to go out without any proper cloths on.

At least not without being dragged." Camalia says adding a bit of sass on the last word. You smirk as you walk up next to her and firmly grab her butt. Camalias body goes ridged as you grasp her surprisingly fleshy fanny. You make sure you pushed the towel up slightly so you were grabbing directly onto her with no cloth separating you and her.

Camalia looks more in pain than embarrassed as all the spanks from earlier has left her ass quit sensitive. Taking one hand away from her towel she grabs your arm and attempts to remove it from her rear. Something which you do not allow. "Owowow stop!" You begin pushing her forward by her rear, forcing the blond to walk with you.

"You know I agree. You do need the proper clothing. And I think you shall look quit pretty in this." You walk her over to the belly dancers outfit and relax your grip on her booty. Though you still keep your hand there.

Much to Camalias chagrin. As she see's what you had picked out for her the girls jaw fell open. Questioned formed in her mind, questions she had no idea how to ask or if she really wanted to know the answer too. "You....you can't be serious! There is no way I would ever-!"

Before she finishes you quickly remove your hand from her backside and raise it upwards, grabbing her towel. As you rip Camalias sole source of cover away from her once again the girl shrieks and leans down, bringing her chest into her knees. The blond girl quickly raises one of her hands, trying to steal her towel back. "Give that back!" You easily raise the towel out of her reach.

"You must reach higher for it." You jest playfully as you bring the towel closer to her only to pull it away again. This began a very perverted version of keep away as Camalia jumped to her feet trying to retrieve her towel. "Stop that this instant. This not funny you pervert!"

Camalias says as the two of you circle each other, her trying to grab her towel only to fail. Her modest chest bumping into your several times as she did. "Try harder and maybe you'll get it." Miro looked on at the scene and laughed to himself. "Oh those two remind me so much of Beatriz and Eranos.

Boys father liked to tease Beatriz so much we all just had to wait about ten minutes to see something naughty. So innocent in those days though." Miro mused to himself. "Aw don't you want it puppy? Maybe you like streaking. Be honest now."

Frustrated Camalia tried reaching both arms around either side of you. This basically made her hug you with open arms. You could feel Camalias soft breasts press into your chest. Both yours and hers cheeks went red as your faces were mere inches apart. Her warm breath tickled your lips as they came so close to yours.

For a brief moment the two of you seemed lost in time. Each not sure what the other wanted. It was Camalia who broke the moment as she realized what she was doing and jumped backwards. Embarrassed she looks away from you, towards the floor, and brings her hands up to shield her private areas. She tries to take a quick peek back up towards you but is just as quick to look away.

Regaining you composure you notice Miro looking at you with an amused grin. His cheek resting in his hand. Decide it best to take hold of the situation you straiten yourself up and stand closer to Camalia. The blond is still clearly nervous and confused over your shared moment.

"You are to wear the cloths I pick out for you. Otherwise you shall wear nothing at all." Looking up at you tears begin forming in Camalias eyes. "Now either get dressed or on all fours. After all only puppies are allowed to walk the streets naked."