It's 1 pm and I'm in my patrol car, cruising between the city streets. It’s a nice day outside, and my shift is over in 30 minutes, so I already have plans for the rest of this beautiful day.
The voice of my dispatch operator crackles from my car radio.
"Unit 1312, we have a 10-15 with a possible 10-31, 419 Federal Avenue. Investigate possible theft."
“10-4…I’m on my way," I reply. Shit, half an hour before my shift ends, and this happens...unbelievable, I think to myself.
I turn on the siren and I head to the crime scene. As I arrive there I see a crowd of people, gathered around something. Something is definitely going on there...I approach and then I see you. You’re standing in the middle, surrounded by the people, who are shouting at you. The minute I see you, I notice how pretty you are and another thing draws my attention even more; it's your outfit. You have some really low jeans on, riding low on your hips, and a short, blue t-shirt, that doesn’t quite reach your the bottom of your jeans. A sliver of your lower belly is exposed. You look scared and so innocent, standing there, and I wonder how could a girl like you do anything wrong. Maybe it's some mistake.
“What’s going on here?” I yell to make the people stop talking all at once.
“This girl tried to steal these earrings from my shop...do you know how much they cost?!” one man yells. It’s the store owner, and I try to calm him down. As I speak to him, everybody else is focused on our conversation, and then it happens. You use that moment to your advantage, and you start to run. “Get her, she has my earrings, don’t let her get away!!” the store owner yells. I see you running and I run after you...it is my job, after all…
I see you turn a corner. I follow. Suddenly you trip, stumble and fall on the ground. You try to get up and continue running but I’ve already caught up with you.
“Stay on the ground and put your hands behind your head!” I yell.
Slowly, you get on your knees, and you put your arms behind your head. As you do this, I can see your short blue t-shirt, riding up on your belly, exposing it even more...exposing your sexy bellybutton as well.
I watch you, and I’m hypnotized. A strange excitement starts to develop within me, and I start to feel turned on by all this. Especially because I have such a strong fetish for girls bare bellies and this situation only makes it even more erotic. I watch you as you lie on the ground, with your arms still behind your head, and your cute bare tummy touching the cold concrete...I wonder how you feel right now, and I’m getting more turned on every second.
I know I’m on duty, and I know this is wrong, but I am getting more and more turned on, so I make a choice, perhaps not the smartest choice or the right one, but the temptation is just too great. I decide to abuse my power as a cop. I’m feeling a bit kinky and I already know what I want to do, so I come near you and stand in front of you.
“What were you thinking trying to run like that?!” I yell at you, trying to be rude and to look rough. “I asked you a question, young lady!” I say.
“I'm sorry, I didn’t mean too...I was just so scared!” you answer me, with a shivering voice. As I stand over you, I look at your body.
I see your bare back exposed and it's turning me on also. I wonder what your belly looks like from the front.
“I don’t want to hear any excuses: you're coming with me!” I yell.
As I say this, my hand reaches down around your neck, and I slowly take a fistful of your shirt collar. Slowly, I start to drag you up from the ground, pulling you by your shirt.
As I do this, I see the shirt straining in my hand. Your shirt’s hem is sliding up your smooth belly skin, exposing a lot more of your belly and your sexy bellybutton. You’re on your knees now, in front of me, with me still holding you by your shirt. My fist is now in level with your chin and the hem of your shirt hovers around your ribs…what a sight.
I look down at your bare belly…it’s flawless...so tender and perfect…your curvy sides, nicely shaped hips, a hint of ribs...you suck your belly in a bit making it look so concave and sexy now, like a beautiful valley, spreading beneath your protruding ribs….
I see you're getting goose bumps all over your belly and you erotically shift your hips around a little as you take a look around. You notice that crowd has quickly formed and are watching the whole event.
A lot of people are watching you, bare bellied in the hands of a cop. I notice your hand move down your body and you gently start to touch your exposed lower belly around your jeans.
Then you go up your tummy, with only your fingertips gently touching the skin of your belly and coming to your bellybutton. This is all involuntary and subconscious and it really turns me on. I swallow the lump in my throat.
You are suddenly very much aware of how much of your belly is exposed. “Please let me go,” you beg me. I look at your sweet face and pleading eyes.
The look on your face is one that I find irresistible and which I will never forget.
I see fear in that look and innocence. Your beautiful eyes are pleading me to let you go and stop doing this in front of all these people, but there is something else that I see in your eyes too: it's a look of pure passion. There is a certain twinkle in your eye, begging me to continue with this…a naughty, playful look in your eye. I can see you are burning from the inside, wanting me to continue this game I started. This excites me.
So I decide to continue...
As you kneel there, bare bellied in front of me, with me holding you tightly by your shirt, I take out my police baton and I place it slowly under your chin. I move it up to make you look me straight in the eye. I look at you and say to you with a sharp and determinate voice, “You have been a very, very bad girl, young lady, and you will be punished for that!” I move my police baton from under your chin, and I slowly place it on your side, onto your left rib that sticks out.
I then slowly slide it down your bare side and gently place the bat on your lower belly skin, just above your jeans. I pull up on your shirt causing your shirt’s hem to ride up even more to just beneath your beautiful breasts, exposing even more of sexy belly for me and all the people watching.
Then I move my police baton really slowly and gently up you bare, concave, soft and tender belly skin, all the way up beneath your breasts, and then slowly down until I come to your sexy bellybutton. I place the bat inside it and hold it there for a while, while you move your hips a little, from pleasure and passion.
“Do you understand that?” I ask you.
“Yes, I understand…and I really deserve it all, so please punish me, sir,” you say to me with a teasing and pleading tone. Now I’m certain that you’ve accepted this “game” I play, and that excites me.
I lift you up on your feet, and I handcuff your hands behind your back. As I place you in the back of my patrol car I imagine all the things I will do to you when we are finally alone. Next, I reach down to the slight bulge in the right hip pocket of your jeans and dig into it with my fingers. You offer no protest as I fish out the earrings and hold them up in front of you. The look on your face is dismal.
“Have you ever stolen anything before?” I ask. Tears gleam in your eyes as you slowly shake your head back and forth, ‘no.’ “Are you ever going to steal anything again?” I ask. Again you shake your head, and this time one tear escapes your left eye to skip down your cheek to land on your jeans. I open the door of the car and step out. The store owner is there, a few other people still standing around, and I hand him the earrings.
“Mr…?” I begin.
“Dawson,” he replies. He points to his store. “Dawson Accessories” the sign reads.
“Mr. Dawson,” I say, calmly, “this girl has admitted her theft and returned the merchandise.” I calmly nod at the earrings in his hand. “She appears to have no prior arrest record.” I nod at the car. “Take a good look at her,” I say, and he leans down to look in the window…sees the tears streaming down your face, and something in him seems to melt.
“Oh geez,” he mutters, straightening back up. I smile inwardly – I’d been right: he is a family man himself. He runs a hand through his hair. “All right, but I don’t want to see her in my store again for at least a year!”
I glance at you through the glass of the back window and you lower your head. “I’ll personally see to it that she doesn’t come back,” I tell him, and he nods. “I’m sure she will appreciate your kindness, and won’t try this ever again.”
I climb back into the car as the small crowd begins to break up, and I pick up the mike. “1312 is 10-24,” I say. “10-22 on the 10-31 – warning-only issued.”
“Affirmative, 1312 . You are cleared for 10-42. Have a nice evening.”
“You too, Annie. 1312 is 10-7.”
Soon we are on the road. As I drive I look back at you through my rear view mirror.
”What’s your name?” I ask you roughly.
“Shellie,” you say.
“Well, Shellie, like I said, you will be punished for what you did, but I’m going to punish you in my own way. Is that understood?”
“Yes, sir,” you reply.
My shift is officially over so I'm driving back to my apartment. God, I can’t wait until I get there. I’m burning with desire and there’s so much I want to do to you. Finally we arrive at my building.
I park my car and I get out. I open the back door and look at you sitting in the back. “Come on, move!” I say to you, and I grab you on the back of your shirt, behind your neck.
Again I’m playing it rough and dominant and I start dragging you from the car. Your shirt forcefully rides up again, and your back and belly are bare and exposed to the world. I throw a quick look at you. You’re swaying your hips seductively while walking, your jeans riding low on your beautiful curvy hips, and your shirt, ridden up from me holding you by it. What a beautiful sight of your exposed bare belly.
Several people walk past us and give us odd glances. For an instant I see their eyes checking you out, some looking directly at your exposed belly. I throw another look at your face this time, and I see a coy smile across your lips. You enjoy all this, that’s for sure. Your look says that you love people in the street to see you like this, in my grasp. You continue to walk seductively. I still can’t believe that this is actually happening to me, and I barely control myself from ripping that shirt of yours apart and doing so many things to your perfect-looking belly…so tempting, but I manage to control myself for now…
I lead you in to my building and we go up to the 5th floor by elevator. We enter my apartment and I take the handcuffs off. You sit down on my couch.
You look up and give me the most erotic and playful look I have ever seen, and you say to me with the sweetest, sexiest voice “What are you going to do to me, sir?”
I approach with slow steps and set my lips slowly against your ear. “Since you have been so bad Shellie, I have a lot of things on my mind that I will do to you…but you know you deserve it all, don’t you, you naughty girl?” I whisper. I hear your breathing get heavier while I’m saying these words and I know that you’re getting more and more turned-on by this game we play.
“Yes…I’m completely yours, sir; punish me and do whatever you want with me,” you whisper to me…and I can hear the lust in your voice…
“Get up.” I order you. You obey me and you do as you are told. I gently push you against the wall. You are standing against the wall now and above your head, on the ceiling, there is a practice device I have for pull-ups that you cannot reach...
“Give me your hands,” I command you. As you do that, I take out my handcuffs again and I put them around your wrists. I then use a rope and tie it around the middle of the handcuffs, where the chain joins them. I throw the other end of the rope up across the pull-up device. I pull it taut and I tie it in a knot.
Your hands are now stretched high up in the air and you stand on your very tiptoes, barely touching the floor – a sight that takes my breath away: there you are, all tied up and stretched up in front of me…your low jeans dropped down even lower from you being stretched like that, and you short shirt riding up your belly all the way up to your ribs, which stick out a little bit. Your perfect flat, soft belly exposed and completely vulnerable, pleading for me to do something with it…I look at your eyes again and your look says more than words ever could.
I am standing in front of you now. I use my index finger and I place it under your tender chin. Very slowly, I move my finger down…across your tender neck, the shirt, your breasts, slowly down, until I come to the hem of your shirt where it ends. I stop for a moment and I look you in the eyes again.
I see you’re burning from the inside. I continue moving my finger down and I suddenly feel the smooth, warm skin of your belly under my touch. As my finger makes contact with your belly skin, I see and feel your belly twitch a little. You suck it in and you let out a soft moan. I’m so horny now, but I want to do things slowly.
I want to enjoy more and I’m sure you want that too. I continue to move my finger across your hot belly, down the middle of it, across your bellybutton, all the way down to your jeans. It’s just too much of a temptation.
I have to feel that belly of yours even more. I use my hands and I slowly place them on your bare sides, just beneath your ribs. I feel how warm your skin is and as I slide my hands down your sides, onto your hips, I can feel how curvy and soft you are.
I see you’re moving your hips a bit. You’re enjoying all this too. I take my hand and I put it in the middle of your concave belly. It’s so sexy. I fondle you gently, feeling every inch of your belly carefully, feeling your stomach muscles moving under your skin. I feel your body moving from pleasure, under my touch. You’re moaning again so softly and seductively and it really turns me on.
“Do whatever you like to me, please! I’m all yours tonight!” you say to me while breathing heavily…
After couple of minutes fondling you carefully and enjoying your belly, I take a step back.
“It’s time for your punishment to begin Shellie,” I say, and I leave you hanging there for a minute, while I go to get something from my drawer.
I go to my drawer, and I take a brand new flat head screw driver out of it. I look at it and I smile, imagining what I’ll do to you. I turn and head back to you. As I’m approaching, I see you hanging from my practice device, looking directly to my eyes. As you see the screwdriver in my hand, your eyes become wider…I see you shiver from passion and fear, and I see the fire in your eyes.
“Please, don’t hurt me!” you beg me with the sexiest voice ever. I look in your eyes again and realize that you have totally accepted this game I play… you’re playing it too now, too…playing the helpless victim in my hands. I’m thrilled and turned-on beyond my imagination. I don’t say a word, I just approach you and slowly, gently, I place the top of the screwdriver just under you shirt hem on the bare skin of your belly.
The touch of the cold metal against your tender skin makes your belly twitch a bit and you let out a soft moan again. I see you’re getting goose bumps all over your sexy belly from that cold metal touching you. I hold the screwdriver on your upper belly, beneath your shirt for a while, and then I slowly move it onto your ribs, on the side. I slowly slide the screwdriver down your side, coming to your left hipbone. I let it rest there on your hipbone, touching the edge of your low jeans. I follow that edge, and slowly move from one hipbone, to another, touching your lower belly. You twist and move your hips as you let out moans again, a bit louder than the last time.
Then I use the screwdriver and make a straight line, slowly following that sexy line that is barely visible, in the middle of your smooth belly. I follow it all the way up across your bellybutton, up to under your breasts…then I turn the screwdriver on its flat end, so you can feel more of the metal on your belly. Slowly I make circles all over your smooth, sexy belly…going behind you, touching your bare back with the screwdriver also. Your eyes are closed now, as you enjoy the feeling..
I approach you again and I slowly point the screwdriver right at your deep innie bellybutton. It’s just centimeters away from your sexy belly hole… Your eyes grow wide again. I move the screwdriver even closer to your bellybutton; it’s just millimeters from it now. When I move in to your bellybutton, you suck in your belly. I push it forward and make you suck in your belly even more.
God, it’s so sexy and concave now and your ribs stick out…so beautiful. I use my other hand and touch that concave belly of yours and your ribs too. You cannot suck in your belly any more than this, so I insert the screwdriver inside your bellybutton.
“Please…don’t hurt me!” you beg me, once again. I know that you are playing and you are getting into the character so much.
I can see how much this turns you on. It turns me on as well. I feel the core of your deep bellybutton and I twist the driver inside your bellybutton and push it a bit further…enough so you can feel it, but not enough to seriously hurt you. You let out a moan of pleasure and it makes me so damn hot. I take a good look at you, hanging there with your belly showing, so concave and sucked in, moving your hips around…your cute, low jeans, your tiny short shirt ridden up. I’m in heaven. I go back to my drawer…and take out a pair of scissors…
I take your shirt by its end and pull it down, stretching it in the process. This highlights your perfect breasts and I take notice. I mark a spot on your shirt, just a little beneath your breasts. Then I slowly start to cut off your shirt, going all around your body. After I finish it, I pull the ends of your shirt down, to see how you look now…and it’s perfection…
Your shirt is cut off just beneath your breasts and I have a full view of your whole sexy belly, stretched up in front of me. It’s flawless. I can see you breathing, your ribs expanding with each breath and your sexy belly sucking in.
The shirt I cut fits you perfectly for my taste. It exposes your belly so much. I look at you and you blush just a little bit and move your hips. You are so turned on being stretched up like this in front of me, with your belly showing, knowing that I have complete power over you. I turn on some slow music.
“Do a little belly dancing for me Shelly, right now,” I say to you. You look me right in the eyes – again it’s a look of passion and desire! You obey and you start to move your hips in a figure 8…really slowly…I watch you and it’s too much for me.
My own belly girl, I think to myself. I watch you there, all tied up, stretched up, bare bellied, dancing for me – your hips swaying seductively from side to side, like a snake. Your cut off t-shirt, those low jeans, that flawless perfect skin of your belly moving around for me while your hands stay tied up high above your head…breathtaking…
Again, I come near you and tell you that I want you to continue dancing like that, no matter what I do. You nod your head in approval. I take my hand and gently place it on your bare belly while you move it around for me. It’s so soft, smooth and so warm. I can feel it moving and it’s so damned sexy.
You look me in the eyes as my hand lays on your smooth tummy, still belly dancing, and I see how much you want me to do something else to your belly and bellybutton. Your eyes are begging me for it.
I take the scissors and I slowly caress your whole belly with them. The feel of a cold metal against your skin makes you moan softly again. I put them inside your bellybutton now, pushing them deep, forcing you to suck in your belly again while you continue to dance. The scissors are really deep in your bellybutton now, and they come to its core. I keep pushing them just a little further and you start to feel the pressure. It doesn’t really hurt, but it’s near that feeling.
I whisper in your ear again. “I told you you’d be tortured, you bad, bad girl, didn’t I?”
“Oh! Please sir, don’t push it so deep in my bellybutton, please!” you beg, while moaning in front of me. I take a good look at your body, your sucked-in belly. Sweat droplets have formed on it now, sliding down your belly. Your jeans ride so, so low on your hips, while you twist and move them around, your cut-off shirt riding up so high. This is my fantasy come true. I have often dreamt of this moment, but never did I think it would actually happen. I’m about to burst.
Finally I take a step back again. I see you’re about to explode too, so I decide to slow it down a bit so we can both enjoy a lot more of this night. I untie the rope above your head and you fall on your knees. Your legs are weak because you were standing on your very tiptoes all the time. I feel a little sorry for that, but I still decide to push it a bit further. I’m so sure you will enjoy it. So I decide to play it rough and dominant again.
“The night has just begun young lady and it’s far from over. This is only the beginning. Is that clear?!” I say that with determined and demanding voice, while standing over you.
Again I reach down and I take you by your shirt collar. I pull you up by it while you’re on your knees and I make your shirt ride more up – it is now riding up dangerously close to your nipples, gently touching them, and you feel it.
I can see the bottom part of your beautiful young breasts. You are totally aware of this. Your entire sexy belly lies exposed in front of me and I just can’t take my eyes away from it. “I said: ‘is that clear?!’” I repeat the question while holding your shirt.
“Yes, sir,” you reply with a sexy voice and seductive look.
Finally I let go of your shirt, and I lift you up from your knees, carrying you in my arms. I head straight to my bedroom with you. I start to carry you to my bedroom when suddenly, I stop. I’m so turned on by all this, by this whole game we play, and in that second, a whole slew of wild and bad things cross my mind. I decide to turn up the heat even more. I’m not sure whether you’ll like it, but it’s too tempting for me and I’m willing to gamble you’ll enjoy it as well. I look at you and catch you looking at me too, telling me that you're mine tonight…yeah, I decide to go for it…
I lay you down on the floor again. “From this moment on you will be my belly slave, and you will do everything I ask you to. Is that understood?” I say this with a commanding voice.
“Yes…I understand,” you answer me with that sexy voice of yours and your eyes light up even more now. I can see you’re intrigued by this and I’m thrilled again. I take a look at you down there, sitting on your knees, bare bellied, in those low jeans of yours…they ride so…so low.
So much of your sensitive lower belly is exposed. That cut-off shirt which now ends just a little bit under your breasts…I love that sight of your perfect, smooth belly skin and that deep bellybutton of yours. I approach you and stand right above you now, looking at you, my eyes hungry from desire. I want you to feel that you’re completely in my power now, completely submitted to me and that I can do whatever I want with you tonight.
Once again, I slowly reach down with my right hand and take a fistful of your shirt collar. I pull you up by it, but I’m pulling you up stronger than before this time, straining the fabric so badly that I almost rip it apart while you kneel there in front of me, looking directly into my eyes. Your tiny shirt rides up so much more now its cut lower edge slowly passes your breasts, touching them softly and gently, and you can feel it; I know your hard, erect nipples are showing. I see how much you’re turned on. All the way up, your shirt goes – your breasts are now completely bare in front of me and they are so beautiful, so young.
They look so soft but firm at the same time, with your erected nipples, lusting for someone to touch them, play with them. Your cut shirt edge is now above your breasts, the fabric straining so much that it almost rips. I look down at your sexy belly again, your ribs arching out, your curvy sides, sexy hips…your concave belly…warm and so hot! I can see beads of sweat forming on your sexy belly.
“You will address me as ‘Master’ from now on,” I tell you. “Is that clear?” I ask you while holding you there completely exposed in front of me. I can only imagine how vulnerable and submisive you must feel now, kneeling there before me, but your eyes are filled with erotic desire and burning passion now, like never before. I see that clearly. “I said, ‘is that clear?’” I repeat my question.
“Yes, master! I am your belly slave, and I will do everything you ask,” you answer with the sexiest voice ever, all the while you are moving your hips from pleasure and moaning softly.
“All right then: you will stay on your knees as a slave should be!” I command you. I let go of your shirt, and I grab you roughly by your beautiful long hair. “Come on, now…” I say, as I start leading you towards the bedroom. I’m holding you by your hair while you crawl next to me slowly, moaning, swaying and twisting your hips seductively. I look at your bare back, while leading you, your hips moving around as you crawl and your jeans are so much lower now from all the dragging and moving…your tiny shirt wrapped around only your breasts…breathtaking. Your breathing and sexy moaning tells me that you also enjoy this feeling of submission and I can tell that no one ever treated you like this before.
Finally we make it to my bedroom. I tell you to stand up and lay on my bed, on your back. You obey me and do as you are told. You lay on my bed, and you look so beautiful, bare-bellied and all mine – that naughty smile comes across your lips again and you look me straight in the eyes.
“What is your wish master?” you say to me with that smile still across your lips.
It turns me on amazingly, seeing that you enjoy this. I tell you to stretch your hands high above your head and to put your wrists together. As you do this, I watch as that top of yours ride up ever so slowly against your skin. It is now right at your nipples, touching them and barely covering them so I can still see a lot of your perfect breasts, and a bit of your nipples.
You writhe and twist your body a bit, from the overwhelming erotic passion you feel. You burn from the inside, feeling my gaze on your body, looking at your perfect exposed belly, your moving hips, your partly-exposed breasts. You’re moaning louder now, and the look in your eyes…it’s begging me to do something with you: you can’t stand being untouched anymore.
“Do anything you want with me, master….I beg you!”
I approach you and I take out a rope from a drawer. I tie your hands together, high up, above your head. I use another rope and I tie your ankles together too. Then I slowly put my finger right between your breasts, under the cut lower edge of your shirt…
You move your body around, and I know you want to feel my touch on your breasts oh-so-much, but I want to tease you some more: I slide my finger down slowly down your belly, only gently touching that perfect skin of yours. You have goose bumps all over your sexy belly, and I love it. I can even feel them, like tiny hills lined up next to each other…
I go down your belly skin, down the middle of your tummy, across your bellybutton and onto your lower belly now, then with my other hand, I unzip your jeans. I take both of unzipped sides and fold them inside your jeans. So much more of your lower belly is exposed to me now, and it's so soft and sensitive: I can see your cute black panties too…so sexy!
I return to my drawer and I take a candle out of it…
“It’s time for your punishment to continue, my little belly slave!” I tell you with a smile on my face…
Before I start doing anything to you, I put the candles all around the room. I have a lot of candles and my whole room is now filled with them. I place them on the floor, on my shelves all around the bed where you’re stretched out. I light up every single one of them and then I turn off the lights. I put on soft, gentle music and I use a perfume to make the room smell nice. The atmosphere is so erotic now, and that’s exactly what I want…
I hold a candle in my hand so you can see it. Your eyes are curious, wondering what I will do to you next. Your whole body shivers in expectation and passion. My God, how sexy is that belly of yours? You breathe deeply, and with each breath your ribs expand, arching out, and your belly drops in, becoming a sexy and concave piece of a young girl’s soft carnal flesh…so seductive, so erotic. You see me watching you with great desire and it turns you on as well.
It turns you on, that you’re so exposed in front of me, helpless and unable to do anything. Your hips are slowly moving around now. You are burning with passion and desire for my touch. I put down the candle and go to my living room and I get one red rose from a vase. I return, and I start caressing you ever so slowly with it.
Red petals gently fondle your bare belly all around, carefully touching every single part of it…your sides, your ribs, your lower belly, your deep bellybutton… I pull off the petals now, and I gently throw them all over your belly. It is a breathtaking view of your sexy belly, covered with red rose petals.
I grab my police baton again. I move it slowly to a place where your tiny cut-off shirt ends just between your breasts. I slowly use my baton and I move your shirt up…all the way up to under your chin…
The feeling of me exposing you slowly like that makes you shiver. I expose your beautiful breasts. I watch you again while you breathe deeply, your breasts moving slowly with each breath you take, so slow and erotic, so tempting. I move my baton from under your chin, down between your sexy breasts…
I slowly start touching your right breast with the baton. I touch it so gently with just the tip, all around, making slow circles around your hard, erect nipple, not touching the nipple itself, yet, though. I can see this makes you crazy…you’re moaning even louder now, almost crying. Your body is writhing and twisting in ecstasy and pleasure. I know you lust for more of my touch, but I want to tease you even more. I am sure you will enjoy it much more this way…true torture. I move to your other breast, caressing it, circling around your nipple. Then my baton makes contact with your nipple, gently at first…I quickly move my baton up against your nipple, pushing it into your breast and then releasing the pressure. I hear you moaning with increasing desperation. I use my baton again and I touch both your breasts from beneath, a bit stronger this time, making them bounce… and I can see that this begins to drive you crazy…
I let go of my baton and pick up a candle I’ve held in reserve, taking up the matches as well. I light up the candle while I watch you lying on my bed. Again you stare at me, at the candle, wondering what I will do now. I wait until the wax melts…
It’s so, so hot now. I bring the candle closer to you and then slowly I allow 3 drops to fall on your lower belly, just above your sexy panties.
You feel the hotness of the wax on your bare belly skin and you twitch your belly while moaning softly. You move your belly and hips in sheer ecstasy. I pour more drops of hot wax up your belly now, pouring it in straight line from your panties, going up slowly up to your bellybutton, but I decide to go around it for now, and I skip it. I know that this drives you crazy again. I continue pouring that wax up your bare sexy body onto your ribs now. Oh, that feels good to you, I can see that.
I go up to your breasts again and circle around your nipples, pouring wax all around them. I watch as the wax become solid on your breasts and get stuck against your skin.
I watch as all the wax on your body hardens all over your sexy, smooth belly. There are solid drops of wax all over it, mixed with rose petals. I use my candle again and pour some hot wax on your nipples: I cover your erect nipples with wax and it soon hardens. I finally move back down your belly again, to you sexy belly-hole. I pour the wax in your deep bellybutton, all the way up. It’s so hot: it makes you moan with pleasure. It’s filled all the way up, now.
I take a step back and just look at you…a breathtaking view of a young girl, helplessly stretched up, completely exposed for me - my playground…your bare belly and breasts covered with wax and red rose-petals…
I gently remove the drops of wax from your body, one by one. Tiny red spots are seen where that wax was, due to the heat. After I clean your belly and breasts, I go to my kitchen, and return with a bowl of ice cubes. I take one big cube and I place it under your chin. I slowly make my way down with the ice cube, down your breasts and your sexy belly, the feeling of a cold ice cube against your soft and warm belly skin makes you writhe and shiver. The cube leaves a wet trace all over your belly and I carefully touch every inch of your bare flesh with it. It melts, so I have to use another cube from the bowl.
This one I place directly inside your bellybutton. I push it in, deep. It’s so cold, you moan again while it melts inside your sexy innie bellybutton. It melts slowly. The cold is unbearable and you almost feel pain.
“Please, master…take it out of my bellybutton!” you beg me, but I am just watching you twist and writhe your body in front of me…so helpless and submissive. Your bare belly is hypnotizing and I don’t say a word. “Ohhh…I’m begging you! Its soooo coooold!” You beg me to stop this, but I don’t want to…I know it’s cold, but I want you to be tortured a bit longer.
“This is your punishment, slave, for being such a bad, bad girl today!” I say to you, while you stare at me with your beautiful eyes.
This lasts a while, then finally that cube melts all the way and there is only water left in your bellybutton. I come closer to you now. I put my face down and I suck the water from your bellybutton.
I kneel above you on my bed, on your thighs, looking at you, stretched and tied-up for me. Your sexy tummy sucked in, your perfect skin, perfect breasts and curvy sides…it’s all too much for me. I will remember this day for the rest of my life, I think, while looking at you lying there naked.
I feel you moving with your hips again and moaning softly. It’s just too much for me: I can’t control myself anymore.
I put a finger inside your bellybutton, deep in it, and say “Say that you’re my slave! I order you!”
“I am your slave, master…your own belly slave…please take me!” You say that with that naughty and sexy voice, again.
I start fingering your belly button now, and your moaning becomes louder. I use my other hand and I feel every inch of your belly skin, feeling its movement under my touch, feeling how much you enjoy this; I feel your ribs now, your sides, hips. All the while I continue fingering your bellybutton fast, deep and hard. I see you’re about to explode, so I slow down a bit…my hands are getting closer to your breasts now. I use my index fingers and thumbs and I squeeze your hard nipples with them, gently at first. I feel how hard they are and I tease you again while I look into your eyes while slowly and gently touching them. You breathe heavily as you look at me.
“Take me, please!” You finally say it.
I tear off that top of yours that hangs around your chin, like an animal. I use my hands and stroke your breasts now, feeling them from every angle possible, fondling them…at the same time my tongue is all over your belly, licking it hard, all around, your ribs, belly, bellybutton, around your panties everywhere. I feel you writhe in ecstasy. You are moaning like never before…
I pull up on my knees and I take my shirt off. I unzip my pants and take out my cock…I place it on your lower belly and start rubbing it against you. You feel it on your belly skin and you continue twisting around. I rub it even more now. God, I think, I can’t be harder than this! I move up your body and I rub my big cock between your breasts now, while feeling them with my hands. This feels so incredible and I see you love it too. You love being all mine.
We’re both so wild now and out of control. I go down on your body again, now, and I put my cock inside your bellybutton. I start pushing it into your bellybutton, faster and faster, and all the time while I’m pushing it in your bellybutton so hard, one hand is on your breasts, feeling them, playing with them roughly, the other one is inside your pants behind me and I play with your tight young pussy. I can feel how wet you are. I stroke my cock even faster in your bellybutton now…and then it happens…
I see you let out a cry of pleasure and I feel you cum…you cum so hard and at the same time, I clench and squirt. I cum hugely inside your bellybutton, all over your belly, all over you…the intensity is unbelievable for both of us. We look at each other with smiles on our faces.
I get up and I bring the towel. I wipe you up and clean you with it. There is something else in my hands too. It’s another red rose. I put it in the middle of your bare belly and I kiss your sweet bellybutton. I smile at you and leave you tied up like that…until I come back again…
The End.
The voice of my dispatch operator crackles from my car radio.
"Unit 1312, we have a 10-15 with a possible 10-31, 419 Federal Avenue. Investigate possible theft."
“10-4…I’m on my way," I reply. Shit, half an hour before my shift ends, and this happens...unbelievable, I think to myself.
I turn on the siren and I head to the crime scene. As I arrive there I see a crowd of people, gathered around something. Something is definitely going on there...I approach and then I see you. You’re standing in the middle, surrounded by the people, who are shouting at you. The minute I see you, I notice how pretty you are and another thing draws my attention even more; it's your outfit. You have some really low jeans on, riding low on your hips, and a short, blue t-shirt, that doesn’t quite reach your the bottom of your jeans. A sliver of your lower belly is exposed. You look scared and so innocent, standing there, and I wonder how could a girl like you do anything wrong. Maybe it's some mistake.
“What’s going on here?” I yell to make the people stop talking all at once.
“This girl tried to steal these earrings from my shop...do you know how much they cost?!” one man yells. It’s the store owner, and I try to calm him down. As I speak to him, everybody else is focused on our conversation, and then it happens. You use that moment to your advantage, and you start to run. “Get her, she has my earrings, don’t let her get away!!” the store owner yells. I see you running and I run after you...it is my job, after all…
I see you turn a corner. I follow. Suddenly you trip, stumble and fall on the ground. You try to get up and continue running but I’ve already caught up with you.
“Stay on the ground and put your hands behind your head!” I yell.
Slowly, you get on your knees, and you put your arms behind your head. As you do this, I can see your short blue t-shirt, riding up on your belly, exposing it even more...exposing your sexy bellybutton as well.
I watch you, and I’m hypnotized. A strange excitement starts to develop within me, and I start to feel turned on by all this. Especially because I have such a strong fetish for girls bare bellies and this situation only makes it even more erotic. I watch you as you lie on the ground, with your arms still behind your head, and your cute bare tummy touching the cold concrete...I wonder how you feel right now, and I’m getting more turned on every second.
I know I’m on duty, and I know this is wrong, but I am getting more and more turned on, so I make a choice, perhaps not the smartest choice or the right one, but the temptation is just too great. I decide to abuse my power as a cop. I’m feeling a bit kinky and I already know what I want to do, so I come near you and stand in front of you.
“What were you thinking trying to run like that?!” I yell at you, trying to be rude and to look rough. “I asked you a question, young lady!” I say.
“I'm sorry, I didn’t mean too...I was just so scared!” you answer me, with a shivering voice. As I stand over you, I look at your body.
I see your bare back exposed and it's turning me on also. I wonder what your belly looks like from the front.
“I don’t want to hear any excuses: you're coming with me!” I yell.
As I say this, my hand reaches down around your neck, and I slowly take a fistful of your shirt collar. Slowly, I start to drag you up from the ground, pulling you by your shirt.
As I do this, I see the shirt straining in my hand. Your shirt’s hem is sliding up your smooth belly skin, exposing a lot more of your belly and your sexy bellybutton. You’re on your knees now, in front of me, with me still holding you by your shirt. My fist is now in level with your chin and the hem of your shirt hovers around your ribs…what a sight.
I look down at your bare belly…it’s flawless...so tender and perfect…your curvy sides, nicely shaped hips, a hint of ribs...you suck your belly in a bit making it look so concave and sexy now, like a beautiful valley, spreading beneath your protruding ribs….
I see you're getting goose bumps all over your belly and you erotically shift your hips around a little as you take a look around. You notice that crowd has quickly formed and are watching the whole event.
A lot of people are watching you, bare bellied in the hands of a cop. I notice your hand move down your body and you gently start to touch your exposed lower belly around your jeans.
Then you go up your tummy, with only your fingertips gently touching the skin of your belly and coming to your bellybutton. This is all involuntary and subconscious and it really turns me on. I swallow the lump in my throat.
You are suddenly very much aware of how much of your belly is exposed. “Please let me go,” you beg me. I look at your sweet face and pleading eyes.
The look on your face is one that I find irresistible and which I will never forget.
I see fear in that look and innocence. Your beautiful eyes are pleading me to let you go and stop doing this in front of all these people, but there is something else that I see in your eyes too: it's a look of pure passion. There is a certain twinkle in your eye, begging me to continue with this…a naughty, playful look in your eye. I can see you are burning from the inside, wanting me to continue this game I started. This excites me.
So I decide to continue...
As you kneel there, bare bellied in front of me, with me holding you tightly by your shirt, I take out my police baton and I place it slowly under your chin. I move it up to make you look me straight in the eye. I look at you and say to you with a sharp and determinate voice, “You have been a very, very bad girl, young lady, and you will be punished for that!” I move my police baton from under your chin, and I slowly place it on your side, onto your left rib that sticks out.
I then slowly slide it down your bare side and gently place the bat on your lower belly skin, just above your jeans. I pull up on your shirt causing your shirt’s hem to ride up even more to just beneath your beautiful breasts, exposing even more of sexy belly for me and all the people watching.
Then I move my police baton really slowly and gently up you bare, concave, soft and tender belly skin, all the way up beneath your breasts, and then slowly down until I come to your sexy bellybutton. I place the bat inside it and hold it there for a while, while you move your hips a little, from pleasure and passion.
“Do you understand that?” I ask you.
“Yes, I understand…and I really deserve it all, so please punish me, sir,” you say to me with a teasing and pleading tone. Now I’m certain that you’ve accepted this “game” I play, and that excites me.
I lift you up on your feet, and I handcuff your hands behind your back. As I place you in the back of my patrol car I imagine all the things I will do to you when we are finally alone. Next, I reach down to the slight bulge in the right hip pocket of your jeans and dig into it with my fingers. You offer no protest as I fish out the earrings and hold them up in front of you. The look on your face is dismal.
“Have you ever stolen anything before?” I ask. Tears gleam in your eyes as you slowly shake your head back and forth, ‘no.’ “Are you ever going to steal anything again?” I ask. Again you shake your head, and this time one tear escapes your left eye to skip down your cheek to land on your jeans. I open the door of the car and step out. The store owner is there, a few other people still standing around, and I hand him the earrings.
“Mr…?” I begin.
“Dawson,” he replies. He points to his store. “Dawson Accessories” the sign reads.
“Mr. Dawson,” I say, calmly, “this girl has admitted her theft and returned the merchandise.” I calmly nod at the earrings in his hand. “She appears to have no prior arrest record.” I nod at the car. “Take a good look at her,” I say, and he leans down to look in the window…sees the tears streaming down your face, and something in him seems to melt.
“Oh geez,” he mutters, straightening back up. I smile inwardly – I’d been right: he is a family man himself. He runs a hand through his hair. “All right, but I don’t want to see her in my store again for at least a year!”
I glance at you through the glass of the back window and you lower your head. “I’ll personally see to it that she doesn’t come back,” I tell him, and he nods. “I’m sure she will appreciate your kindness, and won’t try this ever again.”
I climb back into the car as the small crowd begins to break up, and I pick up the mike. “1312 is 10-24,” I say. “10-22 on the 10-31 – warning-only issued.”
“Affirmative, 1312 . You are cleared for 10-42. Have a nice evening.”
“You too, Annie. 1312 is 10-7.”
Soon we are on the road. As I drive I look back at you through my rear view mirror.
”What’s your name?” I ask you roughly.
“Shellie,” you say.
“Well, Shellie, like I said, you will be punished for what you did, but I’m going to punish you in my own way. Is that understood?”
“Yes, sir,” you reply.
My shift is officially over so I'm driving back to my apartment. God, I can’t wait until I get there. I’m burning with desire and there’s so much I want to do to you. Finally we arrive at my building.
I park my car and I get out. I open the back door and look at you sitting in the back. “Come on, move!” I say to you, and I grab you on the back of your shirt, behind your neck.
Again I’m playing it rough and dominant and I start dragging you from the car. Your shirt forcefully rides up again, and your back and belly are bare and exposed to the world. I throw a quick look at you. You’re swaying your hips seductively while walking, your jeans riding low on your beautiful curvy hips, and your shirt, ridden up from me holding you by it. What a beautiful sight of your exposed bare belly.
Several people walk past us and give us odd glances. For an instant I see their eyes checking you out, some looking directly at your exposed belly. I throw another look at your face this time, and I see a coy smile across your lips. You enjoy all this, that’s for sure. Your look says that you love people in the street to see you like this, in my grasp. You continue to walk seductively. I still can’t believe that this is actually happening to me, and I barely control myself from ripping that shirt of yours apart and doing so many things to your perfect-looking belly…so tempting, but I manage to control myself for now…
I lead you in to my building and we go up to the 5th floor by elevator. We enter my apartment and I take the handcuffs off. You sit down on my couch.
You look up and give me the most erotic and playful look I have ever seen, and you say to me with the sweetest, sexiest voice “What are you going to do to me, sir?”
I approach with slow steps and set my lips slowly against your ear. “Since you have been so bad Shellie, I have a lot of things on my mind that I will do to you…but you know you deserve it all, don’t you, you naughty girl?” I whisper. I hear your breathing get heavier while I’m saying these words and I know that you’re getting more and more turned-on by this game we play.
“Yes…I’m completely yours, sir; punish me and do whatever you want with me,” you whisper to me…and I can hear the lust in your voice…
“Get up.” I order you. You obey me and you do as you are told. I gently push you against the wall. You are standing against the wall now and above your head, on the ceiling, there is a practice device I have for pull-ups that you cannot reach...
“Give me your hands,” I command you. As you do that, I take out my handcuffs again and I put them around your wrists. I then use a rope and tie it around the middle of the handcuffs, where the chain joins them. I throw the other end of the rope up across the pull-up device. I pull it taut and I tie it in a knot.
Your hands are now stretched high up in the air and you stand on your very tiptoes, barely touching the floor – a sight that takes my breath away: there you are, all tied up and stretched up in front of me…your low jeans dropped down even lower from you being stretched like that, and you short shirt riding up your belly all the way up to your ribs, which stick out a little bit. Your perfect flat, soft belly exposed and completely vulnerable, pleading for me to do something with it…I look at your eyes again and your look says more than words ever could.
I am standing in front of you now. I use my index finger and I place it under your tender chin. Very slowly, I move my finger down…across your tender neck, the shirt, your breasts, slowly down, until I come to the hem of your shirt where it ends. I stop for a moment and I look you in the eyes again.
I see you’re burning from the inside. I continue moving my finger down and I suddenly feel the smooth, warm skin of your belly under my touch. As my finger makes contact with your belly skin, I see and feel your belly twitch a little. You suck it in and you let out a soft moan. I’m so horny now, but I want to do things slowly.
I want to enjoy more and I’m sure you want that too. I continue to move my finger across your hot belly, down the middle of it, across your bellybutton, all the way down to your jeans. It’s just too much of a temptation.
I have to feel that belly of yours even more. I use my hands and I slowly place them on your bare sides, just beneath your ribs. I feel how warm your skin is and as I slide my hands down your sides, onto your hips, I can feel how curvy and soft you are.
I see you’re moving your hips a bit. You’re enjoying all this too. I take my hand and I put it in the middle of your concave belly. It’s so sexy. I fondle you gently, feeling every inch of your belly carefully, feeling your stomach muscles moving under your skin. I feel your body moving from pleasure, under my touch. You’re moaning again so softly and seductively and it really turns me on.
“Do whatever you like to me, please! I’m all yours tonight!” you say to me while breathing heavily…
After couple of minutes fondling you carefully and enjoying your belly, I take a step back.
“It’s time for your punishment to begin Shellie,” I say, and I leave you hanging there for a minute, while I go to get something from my drawer.
I go to my drawer, and I take a brand new flat head screw driver out of it. I look at it and I smile, imagining what I’ll do to you. I turn and head back to you. As I’m approaching, I see you hanging from my practice device, looking directly to my eyes. As you see the screwdriver in my hand, your eyes become wider…I see you shiver from passion and fear, and I see the fire in your eyes.
“Please, don’t hurt me!” you beg me with the sexiest voice ever. I look in your eyes again and realize that you have totally accepted this game I play… you’re playing it too now, too…playing the helpless victim in my hands. I’m thrilled and turned-on beyond my imagination. I don’t say a word, I just approach you and slowly, gently, I place the top of the screwdriver just under you shirt hem on the bare skin of your belly.
The touch of the cold metal against your tender skin makes your belly twitch a bit and you let out a soft moan again. I see you’re getting goose bumps all over your sexy belly from that cold metal touching you. I hold the screwdriver on your upper belly, beneath your shirt for a while, and then I slowly move it onto your ribs, on the side. I slowly slide the screwdriver down your side, coming to your left hipbone. I let it rest there on your hipbone, touching the edge of your low jeans. I follow that edge, and slowly move from one hipbone, to another, touching your lower belly. You twist and move your hips as you let out moans again, a bit louder than the last time.
Then I use the screwdriver and make a straight line, slowly following that sexy line that is barely visible, in the middle of your smooth belly. I follow it all the way up across your bellybutton, up to under your breasts…then I turn the screwdriver on its flat end, so you can feel more of the metal on your belly. Slowly I make circles all over your smooth, sexy belly…going behind you, touching your bare back with the screwdriver also. Your eyes are closed now, as you enjoy the feeling..
I approach you again and I slowly point the screwdriver right at your deep innie bellybutton. It’s just centimeters away from your sexy belly hole… Your eyes grow wide again. I move the screwdriver even closer to your bellybutton; it’s just millimeters from it now. When I move in to your bellybutton, you suck in your belly. I push it forward and make you suck in your belly even more.
God, it’s so sexy and concave now and your ribs stick out…so beautiful. I use my other hand and touch that concave belly of yours and your ribs too. You cannot suck in your belly any more than this, so I insert the screwdriver inside your bellybutton.
“Please…don’t hurt me!” you beg me, once again. I know that you are playing and you are getting into the character so much.
I can see how much this turns you on. It turns me on as well. I feel the core of your deep bellybutton and I twist the driver inside your bellybutton and push it a bit further…enough so you can feel it, but not enough to seriously hurt you. You let out a moan of pleasure and it makes me so damn hot. I take a good look at you, hanging there with your belly showing, so concave and sucked in, moving your hips around…your cute, low jeans, your tiny short shirt ridden up. I’m in heaven. I go back to my drawer…and take out a pair of scissors…
I take your shirt by its end and pull it down, stretching it in the process. This highlights your perfect breasts and I take notice. I mark a spot on your shirt, just a little beneath your breasts. Then I slowly start to cut off your shirt, going all around your body. After I finish it, I pull the ends of your shirt down, to see how you look now…and it’s perfection…
Your shirt is cut off just beneath your breasts and I have a full view of your whole sexy belly, stretched up in front of me. It’s flawless. I can see you breathing, your ribs expanding with each breath and your sexy belly sucking in.
The shirt I cut fits you perfectly for my taste. It exposes your belly so much. I look at you and you blush just a little bit and move your hips. You are so turned on being stretched up like this in front of me, with your belly showing, knowing that I have complete power over you. I turn on some slow music.
“Do a little belly dancing for me Shelly, right now,” I say to you. You look me right in the eyes – again it’s a look of passion and desire! You obey and you start to move your hips in a figure 8…really slowly…I watch you and it’s too much for me.
My own belly girl, I think to myself. I watch you there, all tied up, stretched up, bare bellied, dancing for me – your hips swaying seductively from side to side, like a snake. Your cut off t-shirt, those low jeans, that flawless perfect skin of your belly moving around for me while your hands stay tied up high above your head…breathtaking…
Again, I come near you and tell you that I want you to continue dancing like that, no matter what I do. You nod your head in approval. I take my hand and gently place it on your bare belly while you move it around for me. It’s so soft, smooth and so warm. I can feel it moving and it’s so damned sexy.
You look me in the eyes as my hand lays on your smooth tummy, still belly dancing, and I see how much you want me to do something else to your belly and bellybutton. Your eyes are begging me for it.
I take the scissors and I slowly caress your whole belly with them. The feel of a cold metal against your skin makes you moan softly again. I put them inside your bellybutton now, pushing them deep, forcing you to suck in your belly again while you continue to dance. The scissors are really deep in your bellybutton now, and they come to its core. I keep pushing them just a little further and you start to feel the pressure. It doesn’t really hurt, but it’s near that feeling.
I whisper in your ear again. “I told you you’d be tortured, you bad, bad girl, didn’t I?”
“Oh! Please sir, don’t push it so deep in my bellybutton, please!” you beg, while moaning in front of me. I take a good look at your body, your sucked-in belly. Sweat droplets have formed on it now, sliding down your belly. Your jeans ride so, so low on your hips, while you twist and move them around, your cut-off shirt riding up so high. This is my fantasy come true. I have often dreamt of this moment, but never did I think it would actually happen. I’m about to burst.
Finally I take a step back again. I see you’re about to explode too, so I decide to slow it down a bit so we can both enjoy a lot more of this night. I untie the rope above your head and you fall on your knees. Your legs are weak because you were standing on your very tiptoes all the time. I feel a little sorry for that, but I still decide to push it a bit further. I’m so sure you will enjoy it. So I decide to play it rough and dominant again.
“The night has just begun young lady and it’s far from over. This is only the beginning. Is that clear?!” I say that with determined and demanding voice, while standing over you.
Again I reach down and I take you by your shirt collar. I pull you up by it while you’re on your knees and I make your shirt ride more up – it is now riding up dangerously close to your nipples, gently touching them, and you feel it.
I can see the bottom part of your beautiful young breasts. You are totally aware of this. Your entire sexy belly lies exposed in front of me and I just can’t take my eyes away from it. “I said: ‘is that clear?!’” I repeat the question while holding your shirt.
“Yes, sir,” you reply with a sexy voice and seductive look.
Finally I let go of your shirt, and I lift you up from your knees, carrying you in my arms. I head straight to my bedroom with you. I start to carry you to my bedroom when suddenly, I stop. I’m so turned on by all this, by this whole game we play, and in that second, a whole slew of wild and bad things cross my mind. I decide to turn up the heat even more. I’m not sure whether you’ll like it, but it’s too tempting for me and I’m willing to gamble you’ll enjoy it as well. I look at you and catch you looking at me too, telling me that you're mine tonight…yeah, I decide to go for it…
I lay you down on the floor again. “From this moment on you will be my belly slave, and you will do everything I ask you to. Is that understood?” I say this with a commanding voice.
“Yes…I understand,” you answer me with that sexy voice of yours and your eyes light up even more now. I can see you’re intrigued by this and I’m thrilled again. I take a look at you down there, sitting on your knees, bare bellied, in those low jeans of yours…they ride so…so low.
So much of your sensitive lower belly is exposed. That cut-off shirt which now ends just a little bit under your breasts…I love that sight of your perfect, smooth belly skin and that deep bellybutton of yours. I approach you and stand right above you now, looking at you, my eyes hungry from desire. I want you to feel that you’re completely in my power now, completely submitted to me and that I can do whatever I want with you tonight.
Once again, I slowly reach down with my right hand and take a fistful of your shirt collar. I pull you up by it, but I’m pulling you up stronger than before this time, straining the fabric so badly that I almost rip it apart while you kneel there in front of me, looking directly into my eyes. Your tiny shirt rides up so much more now its cut lower edge slowly passes your breasts, touching them softly and gently, and you can feel it; I know your hard, erect nipples are showing. I see how much you’re turned on. All the way up, your shirt goes – your breasts are now completely bare in front of me and they are so beautiful, so young.
They look so soft but firm at the same time, with your erected nipples, lusting for someone to touch them, play with them. Your cut shirt edge is now above your breasts, the fabric straining so much that it almost rips. I look down at your sexy belly again, your ribs arching out, your curvy sides, sexy hips…your concave belly…warm and so hot! I can see beads of sweat forming on your sexy belly.
“You will address me as ‘Master’ from now on,” I tell you. “Is that clear?” I ask you while holding you there completely exposed in front of me. I can only imagine how vulnerable and submisive you must feel now, kneeling there before me, but your eyes are filled with erotic desire and burning passion now, like never before. I see that clearly. “I said, ‘is that clear?’” I repeat my question.
“Yes, master! I am your belly slave, and I will do everything you ask,” you answer with the sexiest voice ever, all the while you are moving your hips from pleasure and moaning softly.
“All right then: you will stay on your knees as a slave should be!” I command you. I let go of your shirt, and I grab you roughly by your beautiful long hair. “Come on, now…” I say, as I start leading you towards the bedroom. I’m holding you by your hair while you crawl next to me slowly, moaning, swaying and twisting your hips seductively. I look at your bare back, while leading you, your hips moving around as you crawl and your jeans are so much lower now from all the dragging and moving…your tiny shirt wrapped around only your breasts…breathtaking. Your breathing and sexy moaning tells me that you also enjoy this feeling of submission and I can tell that no one ever treated you like this before.
Finally we make it to my bedroom. I tell you to stand up and lay on my bed, on your back. You obey me and do as you are told. You lay on my bed, and you look so beautiful, bare-bellied and all mine – that naughty smile comes across your lips again and you look me straight in the eyes.
“What is your wish master?” you say to me with that smile still across your lips.
It turns me on amazingly, seeing that you enjoy this. I tell you to stretch your hands high above your head and to put your wrists together. As you do this, I watch as that top of yours ride up ever so slowly against your skin. It is now right at your nipples, touching them and barely covering them so I can still see a lot of your perfect breasts, and a bit of your nipples.
You writhe and twist your body a bit, from the overwhelming erotic passion you feel. You burn from the inside, feeling my gaze on your body, looking at your perfect exposed belly, your moving hips, your partly-exposed breasts. You’re moaning louder now, and the look in your eyes…it’s begging me to do something with you: you can’t stand being untouched anymore.
“Do anything you want with me, master….I beg you!”
I approach you and I take out a rope from a drawer. I tie your hands together, high up, above your head. I use another rope and I tie your ankles together too. Then I slowly put my finger right between your breasts, under the cut lower edge of your shirt…
You move your body around, and I know you want to feel my touch on your breasts oh-so-much, but I want to tease you some more: I slide my finger down slowly down your belly, only gently touching that perfect skin of yours. You have goose bumps all over your sexy belly, and I love it. I can even feel them, like tiny hills lined up next to each other…
I go down your belly skin, down the middle of your tummy, across your bellybutton and onto your lower belly now, then with my other hand, I unzip your jeans. I take both of unzipped sides and fold them inside your jeans. So much more of your lower belly is exposed to me now, and it's so soft and sensitive: I can see your cute black panties too…so sexy!
I return to my drawer and I take a candle out of it…
“It’s time for your punishment to continue, my little belly slave!” I tell you with a smile on my face…
Before I start doing anything to you, I put the candles all around the room. I have a lot of candles and my whole room is now filled with them. I place them on the floor, on my shelves all around the bed where you’re stretched out. I light up every single one of them and then I turn off the lights. I put on soft, gentle music and I use a perfume to make the room smell nice. The atmosphere is so erotic now, and that’s exactly what I want…
I hold a candle in my hand so you can see it. Your eyes are curious, wondering what I will do to you next. Your whole body shivers in expectation and passion. My God, how sexy is that belly of yours? You breathe deeply, and with each breath your ribs expand, arching out, and your belly drops in, becoming a sexy and concave piece of a young girl’s soft carnal flesh…so seductive, so erotic. You see me watching you with great desire and it turns you on as well.
It turns you on, that you’re so exposed in front of me, helpless and unable to do anything. Your hips are slowly moving around now. You are burning with passion and desire for my touch. I put down the candle and go to my living room and I get one red rose from a vase. I return, and I start caressing you ever so slowly with it.
Red petals gently fondle your bare belly all around, carefully touching every single part of it…your sides, your ribs, your lower belly, your deep bellybutton… I pull off the petals now, and I gently throw them all over your belly. It is a breathtaking view of your sexy belly, covered with red rose petals.
I grab my police baton again. I move it slowly to a place where your tiny cut-off shirt ends just between your breasts. I slowly use my baton and I move your shirt up…all the way up to under your chin…
The feeling of me exposing you slowly like that makes you shiver. I expose your beautiful breasts. I watch you again while you breathe deeply, your breasts moving slowly with each breath you take, so slow and erotic, so tempting. I move my baton from under your chin, down between your sexy breasts…
I slowly start touching your right breast with the baton. I touch it so gently with just the tip, all around, making slow circles around your hard, erect nipple, not touching the nipple itself, yet, though. I can see this makes you crazy…you’re moaning even louder now, almost crying. Your body is writhing and twisting in ecstasy and pleasure. I know you lust for more of my touch, but I want to tease you even more. I am sure you will enjoy it much more this way…true torture. I move to your other breast, caressing it, circling around your nipple. Then my baton makes contact with your nipple, gently at first…I quickly move my baton up against your nipple, pushing it into your breast and then releasing the pressure. I hear you moaning with increasing desperation. I use my baton again and I touch both your breasts from beneath, a bit stronger this time, making them bounce… and I can see that this begins to drive you crazy…
I let go of my baton and pick up a candle I’ve held in reserve, taking up the matches as well. I light up the candle while I watch you lying on my bed. Again you stare at me, at the candle, wondering what I will do now. I wait until the wax melts…
It’s so, so hot now. I bring the candle closer to you and then slowly I allow 3 drops to fall on your lower belly, just above your sexy panties.
You feel the hotness of the wax on your bare belly skin and you twitch your belly while moaning softly. You move your belly and hips in sheer ecstasy. I pour more drops of hot wax up your belly now, pouring it in straight line from your panties, going up slowly up to your bellybutton, but I decide to go around it for now, and I skip it. I know that this drives you crazy again. I continue pouring that wax up your bare sexy body onto your ribs now. Oh, that feels good to you, I can see that.
I go up to your breasts again and circle around your nipples, pouring wax all around them. I watch as the wax become solid on your breasts and get stuck against your skin.
I watch as all the wax on your body hardens all over your sexy, smooth belly. There are solid drops of wax all over it, mixed with rose petals. I use my candle again and pour some hot wax on your nipples: I cover your erect nipples with wax and it soon hardens. I finally move back down your belly again, to you sexy belly-hole. I pour the wax in your deep bellybutton, all the way up. It’s so hot: it makes you moan with pleasure. It’s filled all the way up, now.
I take a step back and just look at you…a breathtaking view of a young girl, helplessly stretched up, completely exposed for me - my playground…your bare belly and breasts covered with wax and red rose-petals…
I gently remove the drops of wax from your body, one by one. Tiny red spots are seen where that wax was, due to the heat. After I clean your belly and breasts, I go to my kitchen, and return with a bowl of ice cubes. I take one big cube and I place it under your chin. I slowly make my way down with the ice cube, down your breasts and your sexy belly, the feeling of a cold ice cube against your soft and warm belly skin makes you writhe and shiver. The cube leaves a wet trace all over your belly and I carefully touch every inch of your bare flesh with it. It melts, so I have to use another cube from the bowl.
This one I place directly inside your bellybutton. I push it in, deep. It’s so cold, you moan again while it melts inside your sexy innie bellybutton. It melts slowly. The cold is unbearable and you almost feel pain.
“Please, master…take it out of my bellybutton!” you beg me, but I am just watching you twist and writhe your body in front of me…so helpless and submissive. Your bare belly is hypnotizing and I don’t say a word. “Ohhh…I’m begging you! Its soooo coooold!” You beg me to stop this, but I don’t want to…I know it’s cold, but I want you to be tortured a bit longer.
“This is your punishment, slave, for being such a bad, bad girl today!” I say to you, while you stare at me with your beautiful eyes.
This lasts a while, then finally that cube melts all the way and there is only water left in your bellybutton. I come closer to you now. I put my face down and I suck the water from your bellybutton.
I kneel above you on my bed, on your thighs, looking at you, stretched and tied-up for me. Your sexy tummy sucked in, your perfect skin, perfect breasts and curvy sides…it’s all too much for me. I will remember this day for the rest of my life, I think, while looking at you lying there naked.
I feel you moving with your hips again and moaning softly. It’s just too much for me: I can’t control myself anymore.
I put a finger inside your bellybutton, deep in it, and say “Say that you’re my slave! I order you!”
“I am your slave, master…your own belly slave…please take me!” You say that with that naughty and sexy voice, again.
I start fingering your belly button now, and your moaning becomes louder. I use my other hand and I feel every inch of your belly skin, feeling its movement under my touch, feeling how much you enjoy this; I feel your ribs now, your sides, hips. All the while I continue fingering your bellybutton fast, deep and hard. I see you’re about to explode, so I slow down a bit…my hands are getting closer to your breasts now. I use my index fingers and thumbs and I squeeze your hard nipples with them, gently at first. I feel how hard they are and I tease you again while I look into your eyes while slowly and gently touching them. You breathe heavily as you look at me.
“Take me, please!” You finally say it.
I tear off that top of yours that hangs around your chin, like an animal. I use my hands and stroke your breasts now, feeling them from every angle possible, fondling them…at the same time my tongue is all over your belly, licking it hard, all around, your ribs, belly, bellybutton, around your panties everywhere. I feel you writhe in ecstasy. You are moaning like never before…
I pull up on my knees and I take my shirt off. I unzip my pants and take out my cock…I place it on your lower belly and start rubbing it against you. You feel it on your belly skin and you continue twisting around. I rub it even more now. God, I think, I can’t be harder than this! I move up your body and I rub my big cock between your breasts now, while feeling them with my hands. This feels so incredible and I see you love it too. You love being all mine.
We’re both so wild now and out of control. I go down on your body again, now, and I put my cock inside your bellybutton. I start pushing it into your bellybutton, faster and faster, and all the time while I’m pushing it in your bellybutton so hard, one hand is on your breasts, feeling them, playing with them roughly, the other one is inside your pants behind me and I play with your tight young pussy. I can feel how wet you are. I stroke my cock even faster in your bellybutton now…and then it happens…
I see you let out a cry of pleasure and I feel you cum…you cum so hard and at the same time, I clench and squirt. I cum hugely inside your bellybutton, all over your belly, all over you…the intensity is unbelievable for both of us. We look at each other with smiles on our faces.
I get up and I bring the towel. I wipe you up and clean you with it. There is something else in my hands too. It’s another red rose. I put it in the middle of your bare belly and I kiss your sweet bellybutton. I smile at you and leave you tied up like that…until I come back again…
The End.
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