A Belle on Display

[Ex****]

Even through the barrier if a cloth curtain the voices reach your ears.
Ten
Ten people that your Dom has chosen to share you with, Ten people out of hundreds who have clamored for the privilege of these few.

Your heart pounds, threatening to tear itself from your chest as your stomach roils in anticipation. Dark insecurities skitter accross your mind as you wait, eyes the color of the ocean at mid morning staring at the *** red curtain that serves as your only barrier.
What if you aren't good enough? What if after this review, he decides to leave? What if his ***rs disaprove? What will happen? He enjoys big breasts, has told you this himself, and yours.... these thoughts circle, one after the other forming a whirlpool of doubt and discontent that you feel your mind slip its bounds and you enter an out of body experience.

You find yourself staring at a petite figure, her hair raven black, brushed and bound upwards, coiled in a intricate bun with a single silver spikes through it to keep the tension. An elegant mask of lace hints and accentuates her features, obscuring rather than hiding the upper portion of her face. Her soft lips are ***ted a deep red in contrast to her alabaster skin. Her dress is onix, the turtneck rising halfway up her throat before it folds on itself like a collar. The dark silk flows over her body like liquid smoke, showing off the soft musculature of her sides, her arms and her hips while covering her chest and core. The woman is beautiful, of that there can be no doubt, a d for a heartbeat a pang of envy pierces your heart.

A strong hand squeezes yours, bringing you back from your reverie. Calloused fingers entwine with yiur own as a low baritone rumbles next to your open ear.

"Last Chance Belle. I warn you, while not quite as insatiable as I, once they have their sights on something they rarely let it escape."I wait, until I catch the slightest nod from you.
With that simple acknowledgement I push the curtain aside, and guide you outward to a small stage like platform, surrounded on all sides by forms that lie in shadow.

A spotlight hits us as we reach the center of the walkway, narrowing yiur world to a foot in front of you and me. Gracefully I raise your hand to my lips, locking eyes with you as I plant a firm kiss on your knuckles.

"Gentlemen, I present to you this day... Belle." I say, speaking to the group as I turn from you.

"While only in contact for five days, in that time she has performed four tasks while hinting at her willingness to do more. Of those tasks, on the first day she revealed her face." As i speak, i release your hand, allowing my own to slide up your arm, grazing the skin at your shoulder before cupping your cheek, my thumb resting lightly beneath your red lips.

On her second day, she shared a photo of her in striking red Lingerie, which, as you may all appreciate, does little to express how truly stunning she is." My hand relinquished your cheek, flowing down your bare sides until it rests atop your hip.

"On her third day, we played a game together, which I am ashamed to say I lost. Had I been victorious, it's possible that you heathens would be graced with a view of this" I say, my hand leaving your hip to swat your firmly sculped ass playfullyAnd on the fourth day... on the fourth day she was given a name and told to wear it it for the remainder of the day."
I walk behind you, my hand trailing along the flare of your ass, until it reaches the cut of yojr dress, where it hangs just enough to cover the task. Squatting, my hand rolls over your thigh, pushing your dress inward with my fingers as they curl over your flesh, drawing just near enough that i can feel heat pouring ymform your core. I smile but maintain my composure, resisting the urge to tease you even here on the platform. My thumb spreads itself wide, revealing the marking on your upper thigh, directly above a heart and a kiss.

The crowd, who had remained silent out of respect bursts into a low murmur, waves of appreciation at your subjugation boiling from up to the platform and to your ears. Several gasps and soft exclamations of "fuck" utter themselves like a prayer to your ears.

I smile, lowering my self to your mark, planting a gentle kiss on each letter of your name, allowing my lips to drink you in for a heartbeat on each one.
The very last, the heart closest to your center receives the most attention, as I struggle to refrain from baring your center to the group and myself.

Somehow I do. You haven't granted that to me, and I will not have our first time be shared with others, at least not immediately. Rising I turn to face the crowd again, walking behind you, my hands trailing over the small of your back like a brush stroke.
"And now, on the fifth day, she has promised to wear her name again, this time, at a place of my choosing."

More murmurs of appreciation, a few hushed questions of where I would demand my claim be staked on your lithe body. One individual groans in excitement, calling out that he hopes it is over your heart for the simple reason of having you bare that next. I glare at him, a flash of anger in my eyes as remind him of his place."As she chose to be bold yesterday, in her placement, I am honoring that courage with restraint. She will wear her name on both hips today."
With that I pluck a felt marker from my suit pocket. Kneeling before you, I push your dress to the side, revealing the spot that mirrors your earlier marking. Quickly, I strike it with my fingers, forcing the skin to redden in sudden sensitivity before I write ♡Belle♡ at the very crease of your hip.

I smile, allowing the mark to glisten and dry in open air, before leaning forward and repeating my earlier ritual, kissing each and every letter and symbol of your subjugation.

[Slavikka]

Must be hot to be on display like that