She Learns the Next Stage

The next day, Lydia was taught more of the dance. She had to first perform the first part, which she managed to do correctly.

“Now on your knees, spread your legs,” Razir ordered.

Lydia obeyed.

“Now lean back and put your hands on the floor behind you, keep them extended.”

Lydia did so, feeling how exposed she was and how this position pushed her chest up.

“Lean your head back.”

She obeyed again, allowing her hair to touch the floor.

“Now in time with my music, continue to thrust your hips up and down.”

Razir begin to play his drum, soft at first, then harder. Lydia tried her best to understand what he wanted and when to do it. This position felt quite sexy to Lydia, the thrust of her pussy made her yearn to be fucked.

“Good ****,” Razir said.

Lydia looked up at him longingly, hoping he’d let her suck his cock as a reward, but he did not.

Instead, he stood up and walked away without another word. Lydia was left feeling both frustrated and confused, but she knew better than to question her master's decisions.

As the days went by, Lydia continued to practice the Dance of Desire, each day adding more complex moves to her routine. It was difficult, and she often made mistakes, but Razir was always there to correct her with his cane to ensure she never forgot her place.

Each evening, she was tied to a tree and had her ass caned, once for every mistake she made.