She is a newly purchased belly dancer.

Horny: "You are the newest addition to my desert palace, a **** with renowned belly dancing skills, wearing this."

You link to a series of pictures of her dressed as a belly dancer in light blue fabrics. In the images she wears a long skirt divided into four sections. Four slits, two in the front and two in the back expose her legs in many of the poses. In one her long left leg is tugged out by a chain locked around her ankle; her left foot is extended so that her toes touch the ground in a dance step. Delicate gold chains hang from the ruby-jeweled belt of her skirt and are adorned by red teardrop beads. Red teardrops also dangle from her strapless bra, sheer vale and piercings in her ears and belly button. She has accessorized her outfit with finger cymbals, golden circlet around her head, and bronze band around her right arm.

Lockstep: "Oh, I like your idea and that outfit. Give me a chance to get changed. While I'm gone would you please describe your palace?"

Horny: "It's a hot day. The walls are sandstone and the floor is marble tiles topped with a shag rugs. The room I am in has a hedonistic mural is panted along one wall. I am lounging on a large couch atop a small dais, wearing white loose pants that {if body=0}displays my slim body{elseif body=1}displays my toned body{elseif body=3}displays my toned body{elseif body=5}displays my slim body{else} makes me look very sultan-like{endif}. Plush cushions are scattered around, mostly purple but some gold. Fanning me, I have a pretty but plain **** girl. She wears a collar connected by a chain to my couch and a simple, purple silk garment wrapped around her covering her from breast to mid-thigh. She is glistening a little from perspiration. On the other side of my couch there is a side-table with a pitcher of water and a plate of strawberries. Beyond the **** and side table, two white stone pillars flank me. You enter; your wrists are tied tightly together with thin rope."It took a few minutes to write the description and a few more for her to return.

LockStep: "Very lavish, I'm sorry, I didn't realize you wanted my wrists bound I'll be right back."

This time she is only gone for a minute.

LockStep: "With my head bowed, I shuffle in. I look a little nervous. While, I have been trained for years to be the best belly dancer possible, but this is my first time performing for someone other than my teachers."

She is typing slower now that her wrists are bound but not by much. You guess she may be used to typing in bondage.

Horny: "'My, my, your beauty is certainly a thing of marvel' I say. 'You are worth the high price. but can you dance?'"

LockStep: "I walk to the center of the room. My ankle chain, not attached to anything clinks as it is dragged behind me."

You thought of the chain as just a prop, like a chair or spear, not really a part of the outfit. But to her it must be more than that, as much clothing as her bra.

Horny: "I look at you, patient yet expectant."

LockStep: "Biting my lip, I start dancing. Slowly at first but I gain my confidence and speed up. I sway my hips from side to side and slowly raise my arms up. I shrug my shoulders and twist my arms in time with my hips. My outfit jingles musically with every exaggerated jiggle."

Horny; "A smile creeps across my lips; I like what I see."

LockStep: "I tap out a slow, slow, quick, quick beat with my finger cymbals. Simultaneously I roll and thrust my flat belly. The gyrations travel down to my hips and I begin pelvic thrusting, punctuated with the slow, slow, quick, quick rhythm. With my bound hands, I press my breasts together. I then lean forward to give you a excellent view of my cleavage. With my fingers, I pull the top of my bra down to show even more of my mounds. They are squeezed together as I tug my top."

Horny: "I beckon you closer."

LockStep: "With my 'anklet' trailing behind me, I advance on you. My legs almost cross as I put one foot directly in front of the other. On one such step a catch my skirt with my foot and expose my long legs through a slit. I pause to give you an excellent view of my soft thighs rubbing together. Then, in an instant I turn around with a twirl that raises my skirt. I arch my back and squat slightly to push my ass out. I shake it for you, at the same time clapping the cymbals. I look over my shoulder with lust in my eyes and my lips barely parted.

Horny; "I meet your eyes. You know what I want; a bulge has formed under my pants."

LockStep: "I stare at it hungrily, losing focus on me dance for a moment. But I remember I have a job to do and blushing look away. My tied hands glide upwards so my fingers point up. My stretched body writhes as I slowly turn to face you again. Passionately, I twist my torso so that my breasts jiggle; the thin cotton of my bra offers little resistance. I examine the **** girl fanning you."

Horny: "She is pretty but not as beautiful as you; she has shoulder length dirty blonde hair and grey eyes. The purple silk is wrapped around a modest bust. The chain connected to her collar has enough slack to reach the floor."

At the last moment you remember to add the detail that is probably most important to her.

Horny: "She is a little shorter than you."

LockStep: "Good catch. I continue shaking my tits and sidestep over to her. I grind my pelvis against her and slide against her."

Horny: "Surprised, she recoils at first but soon leans into you. She holds the fan with both hands, but she tries to return your grinding."

LockStep: "As I dance around her I grope her breasts. Before I back away, I steal a pinch of her butt. I swing my hips left and right fiddling with the waist of my skirt. Within moments the left quarter of my skirt falls, soon followed by the right. I spread my legs wide and play with my lower lips through the silk breathing heavily and rocking my body. (Oh Fuck, that silk feels so good against my pussy IRL). I sashay over to the table and hold my veil to the side. I bend over and make eye contact with you. Using my teeth, I take a strawberry into my mouth. With it still between my teeth, (a little juice has seeped out) I bend closer to you making a kissy face."

Horny: "I lean in, accepting your kiss."

LockStep: "With a devilish look I spin away and share my fruit with your other ****. My tied hands go over her head and behind her neck. Your two slaves kiss passionately for a few moments. The heat is getting to me and I start to glisten as well."

Horny: "Your fellow **** makes sure to lick the juices from your lips. 'You're looking very hot,' I say. 'Maybe you should take something else off.'"

LockStep: "I break our kiss and say 'yes Master.' I dance facing away from you, giving you a view as I undue my bra. Before it falls I catch it. Messaging my orbs through the thin material, my erect nipples easily stretch the blue cotton."

Horny: "I enjoy the view but want more. A full tent has been pitched in my pants."

LockStep: "I let my bra drift away but tease you by keeping my arms in front of my nipples. My arms slide down and for a split second my breasts are exposed to you before I grab each tit with the opposite hand. I mash my soft mounds with my crossed hands, eventually parting my fingers to expose my nipples. My pink nubs are large and perky.

Horny: "I undue my belt and remove my very hard, {Penis} inch cock from my pants."

LockStep: "{if Penis>7} I gasp. I saw the bulge, but I didn't realize you were that big." {else} I like what I see, and I am eager to move things on." {endif}

Horny: "I start stroking my cock in slow deliberate movements"

LockStep: "'Please, Master,' I beg. 'Don't do such tasks yourself; you have two willing slaves.' (But I really hope you are stroking that {if Penis>6} big {endif}shaft IRL.)"

Before you reply she types again.

LockStep: "My face changes form longing to mischievous. I sneakily reach for the fan girls wrap and rip it away before she notices what I am doing."

Horny: "Startled, she cringes but doesn't drop the fan. She stands naked except for a collar. My eyes dart back and forth between her and the graceful dancer wearing a skirt that is now little more than a loincloth. I examine my options."

She awaits your decision.