Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Any similarities to any events or to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. All players are over the age of eighteen unless otherwise stated. If you have a problem with bondage or non-consensual sex, go no further! This story is purely for adult fantasy and entertainment. The author in no way condones violence towards women. Constructive criticism and comments welcome at the end. Since the readers made the original story a favorite many times over, I hope you all enjoy the sequel. I am giving my thanks to an online friend who encouraged me to continue Alex and Aniyah's adventures. Enjoy!
-BBD
For more than a month now, I have been a submissive to my brother-in-law, Alex. It began when he had me come and spend a weekend with him in his condo in the city. The alternative was for him to tell my husband that we had been chatting and roleplaying very passionately on an adult website. So I packed a bag and I went. I never dreamed that I'd spend the entire weekend bound, gagged, and sometimes blindfolded and at his mercy and at the mercy of his friends too. I also didn't plan on enjoying it so much! Since my own husband travels so much and hardly touches me when he is home, it became the perfect arrangement.
As we are coming up on the two month mark of our arrangement, Alex tells me that his sister Brenda is coming to town for a visit. Brenda was one of the bridesmaids in our wedding. I had only seen her a couple of other times since then because she spent a lot of time overseas for her job. She's a lovely lady, five-nine, a hundred and twenty pounds soaking wet, gorgeous hazel eyes and has short jet black hair. She's a professional model and very successful. The last I heard she was probably going to audition for a foreign film. He does tell me that she shares his taste for bondage, and would probably enjoy having me serve her as well. I am used to being sexual with females since becoming a submissive to Alex. He also tells me that she has a fetish for women who belly dance.
When I get to his apartment that Friday, after the pleasantries are exchanged, Alex tells us that he's going out on an errand and will leave us to get better acquainted. As soon as he's gone, Brenda takes me into the bedroom. I'm wearing a black peasant top and leopard print skirt.
"I want you to dance for me," she says. "Take off that top."
I do. Underneath I'm wearing a black satin bra.
"Pull your skirt down more. Down to your hips."
I pull my skirt down as she tells me.
"Now, take off your panties."
I reach under my skirt and remove my matching black panties.
"Put them in your mouth."
Since Alex often uses my panties to gag me with, I always make sure that I shower and change panties before coming to see him and that I carry extras. I ball up my underwear and put it into my mouth. Brenda comes over to me with a fresh roll of duct tape. She proceeds to wind it around my head three times and presses it down over my lips.
"You need something more. Here," she removes the scarf from her neck. It's silky and black. She pulls it over my mouth and nose and pulls it tightly before making three knots at the back of my head.
"Beautiful," she says, sitting back on the bed. She takes out her cell phone. A soft, sensual melody with piano, flute, and darbuka drums begins to play.
"Come stand in front of me, Aniyah."
I stand in front of Brenda.
"I want you to focus solely on belly and ribcage isolations while I watch. Oh, but before you do, test that gag. Are you able to speak?"
"Nn, N cnn'ph."
"Hmmmm, that was too easy. Tell me what I want you to focus on while you dance."
"Mnn mmnnph mm phn fncnph nn hmmmm mnfmph nnn rnhcngm nphnmnphnnnph."
"Ah, much better! Alex was telling me how sexy you sound when you're gagged! I must say that I agree with him! So," she picks up her glass, "dance for me, beautiful slave girl."
"Mmph, Mnphphrmphph."
As the flute plays, I start with some slow rib circles, isolating my torso above the waist, almost as if I'm tracing a clock on the floor with my upper body. Then I stop mid trace and let the movement transition into an undulating movement that stops at my hips. I pop my breasts toward her, then pull my chest back in, again, finishing with an undulation that stops at my hips.
"Very lovely," Brenda says, loosening the collar on her bright red blouse. Do I see her nipples getting hard? Clearly they are poking through the silky material of her blouse. She's obviously turned on by watching me.
"I want you to roll your belly for me," Brenda says, leaning forward.
"Mmmmmm," I nod. I pull my abdominal muscles in from just below my breasts, then push them down and out.
"Again," she says, "next time do it and reverse the movement. Pull in from the bottom, then push up and out."
I do as she tells me. It's hard to deny the ache between my legs. I'm also very turned on performing for her.
"I have a challenge for you."
She picks up some rope. "Come and hold the bed post here."
I walk over to the bedpost and hold it. Brenda takes a long piece of rope, folds it in half and stands behind me. I watch her. She wraps the rope around my waist and pulls the free ends through the loop. Then she pulls the looped rope around behind me.
"Hold on to the post."
"Mmmmmmmph!" I moan when she pulls the rope tight. I see that she has split the free ends and wraps them around my waist in opposite directions. She gives another couple of tugs before she knots the rope off behind me.
"Go look at yourself in the mirror," she tells me.
I walk to the full length mirror. I gasp. It's like she has pulled my stomach in tightly, taking at least an inch off my midsection.
"MMhnph nph phhnph?" I point to the rope around my waist.
"That my dear sister, is my own invention. It's a belly rope. For now, it's going challenge you while you do some nice sexy moves for me. I can also arrange it so that it can also be a crotch rope. Give me your hands."
I hold out my arms. Brenda ties my wrists together. She has me kneel in the middle of the bed while she uses more rope to tie my wrists to the thick crossbar of the bed.
"Now slave girl," she puts on another slow belly dance melody, "roll your belly for me!"
"PHhnph rnpm nph phn phnghph!" I protest. Brenda stands there watching with her wine. It's hard for me to move with the belly rope being so tight, but I manage to make it happen. I look down and see my muscles bulge from above the rope and below it.
"Mmmm, so sexy, slave girl." Brenda takes off her pumps and gets on the bed behind me.
"Mmmmmmmmph!" I jump when I feel her touching me. She lifts my bra up, letting my breasts spill out.
"I didn't tell you to stop moving that beautiful belly, now did I?" She leans over and kisses my neck.
"Mmmmmmm," I shake my head.
"Then don't stop." She continues to nuzzle my neck as she gropes my nipples.
"Mmmmmmmmph! Hmmmmm, mmmmmmmph!"
"Ahhhh," she grabs my face and tilts it towards her, "you sound so fucking hot right now. Alex and I are gonna make sure that you stay gagged all weekend." She plants an open mouthed kiss across my sealed lips. "Are you hot and horny, girl?"
"Mmmmmm, mmmmmmm!" I nod.
"Mmmm," she kisses me again, "then I'll let you have your first orgasm by me, then it will be my turn." Brenda reaches under my skirt and slid two fingers into my pussy while her thumb rubs my clit. "Keep rolling that bound belly!"
"Mmmmmmmmph! Mmmmmmm, mmmmmm, hmmmmm, mmmmmmmmmph!" I continue to moan and hum until I climax. Brenda wastes no time in getting me down from the bed. She has me strip naked, and she does the same. She ties my wrists behind me and leaves the belly rope where it is. She lies on the bed and spreads her legs. I gasp when I see her pussy is shaved clean!
"Come and pleasure me," she says.
"N'm phphnmm gnggmn."
"What?"
"PHhm gng! Nrmn'ph mnn gnnng phn phnhm nph nff?" I toss my head around.
"I meant what I said. The gag stays. You're wondering how are you going go down on me if you're gagged?"
"Mmmmmmmph!" I nod.
"I'm sure you'll find a way."
Brenda lays back. I scoot towards her and bring my head forward. How can I lick a woman's pussy with no tongue? I have an idea. I rub my face up and down her clit. I hear the soft crunch of the silk as it caresses her flesh. Then I begin rolling my neck in circles.
