Summer the Harem Girl

As soon as Tara had Summer back at her home, Summer was **** to strip and kneel before the woman. She felt so powerless looking up at her Mistress' face. Tara kicked off her shoes. "Kiss my feet while I give you your next round of instructions."
Summer obeyed.
"Today you will be my harem girl. On the inside, you'll be fully aware and capable of resenting what you're doing, but on the outside you'll act completely devoted. Complying with my sexual demands will seem to bring you joy. You will dress sexy, dance sexy, and act sexy, and do any sexual thing anyone asks of you."
Summer continued kissing.
"And I do mean anyone. You see, Summer, you aren't going to be my only guest tonight."
Tara started pacing, and Summer followed on the floor to keep kissing her feet. "I've invited a few friends. They think you're a high-end prostitute. Not completely wrong when you think about it. They'll have no compunctions about making outrageous demands of you. You'll smile along and do whatever you say. Do you understand, Summer?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Good. I prepared a little ensemble for you, time for my Harem girl to get dressed."

The Harem girl's outfit was silky and painfully transparent. It covered- just barely- her groin, her boobs, and her face. There were bangles around her arms and legs, and ribbons along her upper body. Before the guests arrived, the Harem girl gave her mistress a private showing. Summer had been a dancer all her life. It was one of her great joys. But Tara had turned dancing into another venue for humiliation. The poor Harem girl was made to give her mistress an erotic dance. She emerged from behind a bead curtain, dancing to some ridiculous arabesque soundtrack Tara had queued up. She didn't have much experience bellydancing, but that just made it all the more humiliating. The **** moved her body to the beat, slowly swaying her hips and torso. But she knew how her dance would end up. It wasn't long before she was giving her Mistress a lapdance. The slavegirl rubbed her ass against her mistress' crotch while the more powerful woman groped her breasts. When Tara squeezed, she let out a delighted squeal. Summer felt sick. "You know," Tara said, glancing at her watch, "I think we have time for one more thing before my friends show up."