Master smoothed the silks down over my body. Taking me into his arms, he leaned me back and had me look into his eye. "You do not have my permission to cum, Baby. Do you understand me? All who know you in the lifestyle are here."
"Yes Master, I understand."
"Good. Let’s join our friends. You will do the dance you did for the auction." He said as he kissed me on the nose. "You will be doing it for me, but I want everyone ready for the festivities taking place afterward."
I gulped audibly as the beebees inside me started flashed on and off in turn. I trembled as I thought of the "Dance of the Seven Veils". It was one of my favorite ones, but it had been over a year since I had done it and never with beebees. I nodded as Master clipped the leash in place and led me out of the library.
We arrived at the banquet hall. Masters and Mistresses were milling about, with slaves and subbies racing around with trays of hors d’oeuvres and beverages. I scanned the crowd looking for Kitten. I still hadn't seen her.
There were tables on one side of the room laden with food which some had gathered around. There was a part in the line like the parting of the waters in the Red Sea. Kitten was on all fours in the middle of the table with a glass top on her back and a tray of goodies balanced on it.
Once again, her gold chastity belt caught my eye, it was back in place. I looked from Kitten to Master, wanting to ask why. He smiled and tugged the leash for us to move toward the tables.
Underneath Kitten was a bowl of clothespins and pads of sticky notes. I noticed that some of the Ones around the table were writing on the pads. As we drew nearer I noticed the clips in various spots on Kitten's body. Omygod, my brain screamed, what did she do to get herself into that position? Kitten, movement in its purist form, was being forced to hold completely still, and be used as a pegboard. She bowed her head when Master approached.
"Baby, why don’t we read a few of the wishes our guests have sent to us?" He slowly removed one from Kitten's side. She was biting her lips. "Go on, Baby, you take one." Tugging on the leash he pulled me closer to Kitten.
Her left nipple had two, I didn't wish to cause her anymore pain then was necessary. I reached for one of them as Master pushed my hand away. I pulled the pin but it didn't come away with my hand. She groaned. "No, Baby, not that one. How about one on her tummy?"
Kitten was whimpering as another of the guests attached a note on the underside of her right breast. "Wait, instead of removing a pin, I think you should have the honor of removing Kitten's chastity belt," he said as he lifted my hand and placed the little key in my palm.
A soft no reached my ears. It was as if I was picking up Kitten’s thoughts as they came across loud and clear: When you take the chastity belt off me, I'll be totally open for the pins. I stuck the key into the lock and turned. The hinge sprung and Master caught the belt before it hit the table.
"Excellent, Baby, no hesitation," Master said as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a chain with a one and a half-inch clear ball on one end and a ring on the opposite end. "Here, Baby, before you go to do your dance I want you to attach this to Kitten's clit." His voice lowered, "You both know why."
A duet of "Yes, Master," was our response.
Oh yes, I knew why, she had been in the chastity belt because we had touched in front of a guest. This was to be a further reminder to us both.
I picked up a clothespin and opened it wide hoping to loosen the spring, then slipped the ring between the jaw of the pin and reached up to spread her lips. As I pressed in a bit her clit jumped out at me and I placed the clip on it. The glass top shook a bit as I let the ball go from my hand and I started to grab the glass but again Master stopped me.
Tears were streaming down Kitten’s cheeks as Master tugged on my leash. Patting her low on her ass he said. "Give it a good swing once, Baby, and then you're going to do your dance."
Oh, crap, what's a good swing? Too little and I'll be in trouble, too much and I'll be in trouble. I raised it half way up and let it swing. Master chuckled. "Baby, you are too soft hearted," and he hugged me to him. "Come on, time for you to entertain our guests, but first I need to empty my pocket." Out came four more balls and chains, which he placed in the bowl with the pins. "We'll leave these for others to attach." He pat Kitten on her rear one more time and said, "Be good, Kitten and after Baby’s dance we'll let you participate in the festivities."
"Yes, Master." Kitten cried as another guest swung the ball.