The Music Box Dancer
The woman bound to the bed stared up at the one standing over her even as the other one ran her fingers over the bound woman’s body.
“So,” said the unbound woman, “I think you understand what I want.”
The woman bound to the bed just nodded. It was after all all she could do as the gag made it impossible for her to communicate in any other way.
“Good. I’m glad,” the unbound woman said, “but just so you know, I don’t take well to failure.”
The bound woman moaned as the other one’s fingers stroked her obviously receptive cunt.
“You will do what I want or you will pay the price. You know that, don’t you?”
The bound woman nodded again.
“Good. And you know that while I am quick to punish failure, I am just as quick to reward success.”
Again, the other woman nodded even as she squirmed on the bed. She desperately wanted the other woman to do more than just tease her pussy.
“Good. Then I’ll leave you to decide how you can best please me,” and with that, the other woman left.
The woman on the bed squirmed but it was to no avail. She was still bound to the bed but she couldn’t stay like this. If she remained where she was, how could she best serve her mistress.
Belinda Peters laughed at her roommate. “You know you’ve got it all wrong,” she said.
“Oh yeah,” Carla Winters shot back. “And just what the heck is it that I’ve got all wrong?”
“Kyle’s my boyfriend,” Belinda said, “but that doesn’t mean I’m in love with him. The way you put it, you make it sound as if I can’t think straight whenever he’s around.”
“Hmmph. I suppose it all depends on what you call thinking.”
“Oh my God,” the perky brunette said. “That really is what you’re thinking, isn’t it?”
“I didn’t say nothing,” Carla shot back.
Belinda laughed again. “You didn’t have to,” she said, “but like I said before, you’ve got me all wrong.”
“We’ll see,” her friend said as the two girls continued their way through the mall. “So where do you want to go next?”
“Let’s go to Old Navy.”
“You always want to go to Old Navy.”
“So?”
“So I think Kyle’s working there, isn’t he?”
“So?”
Carla just shook her head. “You’re really got to get your priorities straight,” she told her friend. “Kyle’s a nice guy but he’s not all that, you know.”
“Yeah, says you,” Belinda shot back defiantly.
“All right,” Carla said. “You win. Let’s go to Old Navy.”
“You know I’m so proud of you, Honey,” Veronica Peters said.
“I know, Mom.”
“So tell me, how are your classes going?”
“They’re going good.”
“And how are things going with your roommate. You told me she was giving you a hard time over that Kyle boy.”
“Mom!”
“What?”
“I didn’t say she was giving me a hard time.”
“I think you did, dear.”
“I did not. I just said she was teasing me a bit. That’s all.”
“Isn’t that the same thing?”
“No.”
“Whatever,” her mother said dismissively and deep down inside, Belinda had to admit that her mother was kind of right even if she didn’t want to admit it.
“I’m not putting you down, dear. You know that, don’t you?” Veronica Peters said.
“I know, Mom.”
“You just have to learn to stand up for yourself. If you don’t, people will walk all over you.”
There was more than a little truth in that, Belinda had to admit. Sometimes, she wasn’t all that strong in standing up for herself.
“So tell me all about your college life. What’s your favorite class?”
“So Ms. Peters, you’re back here again?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“You know you don’t have to call me that. You know you can just call me Nancy.”
“Yes, ma’am. I know that.”
Nancy Devlin couldn’t help but shake her head. Sometimes, she thought the Peters girl was calling her ma’am on purpose just because she knew Nancy didn’t like it. Wouldn’t she be surprised then, Nancy thought. Wouldn’t she be surprised if she actually knew the truth.
Nancy shook her head again to clear it of that thought. “So,” she asked, “have you decided on a major yet?”
“Not yet, ma’am.”
Nancy sighed. “You know you have to make a decision soon.”
“I thought I had all the way up to my Junior year before I had to make a decision,” the college co-ed said.
“You do,” Nancy said, “but there’s no point putting the decision off. After all, knowing what you’re going to do with the rest of your life or even with the next few years of your life can guide you here in your studies.”
“I know, ma’am.”
“And if you made that decision, we could talk about other things other than just have you made a decision, yet.”
“I know, ma’am.”
Nancy Devlin couldn’t help but look at the girl. Belinda Peters really wasn’t all that much younger than she was and she was a pretty, young thing. She could go far if she’d just make up her mind about what it was she wanted to do. She sighed again. “Are you any closer to making a decision?”
Belinda shook her head. “I’m afraid not.”
“I suppose we could go over it again. Tell me again what your interests are.”
“To help you get your priorities straight,” the note that was attached to the box read but the note wasn’t signed. That was odd. That was very, very odd. She wondered who had sent it.
To help you get your priorities straight, she thought. Hmm. That could be her mom for sure. Or maybe it was Carla. Or maybe it was Miss Devlin. Hmm. Maybe whoever it was who’d sent it had thought it was obvious who they were. Maybe that was why it wasn’t signed.
But did it really matter, Belinda asked herself and the next instant, she decided it didn’t matter and with that, she was tearing into the plain outer wrapping to find out what was inside.
What was inside was a little wooden box. It’s dark, outer skin was deeply polished and Belinda thought she almost could see herself in its reflection. What was this, Belinda wondered again.
She could see that the box was meant to be opened and so she opened the box so that she could see what was inside.
What was inside was a tiny ballerina twirling to the music that now played once the box was open.
Oh how pretty, Belinda thought as she watched the music box dancer turn to the music.
And how exquisite, too. Belinda wouldn’t have realized it but there was no way she could look away from the little dancer. Her eyes locked in on the girl’s face. She almost looked ... she almost looked like her.
Her eyes traveled to the dancer’s body and she couldn’t help but notice how lithe the little dancer’s body was. The little dancer’s body was ... her body was just like hers.
Hmm. There was something about the little dancer, Belinda thought dreamily. There was something about the way she just moved to the music. To someone else’s music. She was ... she was just like her.
Belinda blinked. What had she been thinking, she wondered, but then almost as quickly, her eyes were once more drawn to the little dancer.
It must be nice, she thought as she watched the dancer dance. It must be nice to move to someone else’s music and without even realizing she was doing it, her body started to sway to the music of the box.
And then it was over and Belinda blinked. What the heck?
She closed the box and she wondered just who the heck had sent it to her.
She was in a room and there were other people here. She was dressed in a red corset and black panties and five-inch heels and nothing else and for some reason, none of this seemed wrong to her.
She was just standing there. No, that wasn’t right. She wasn’t just standing there. She was standing and waiting. It was almost as if she were on display.
A middle-aged woman with dark hair came up to her. The woman was holding a fluted glass of champagne and she looked Belinda over. “Oh my God,” the gushed. “You are so cute.”
“Thank you, ma’am.”
“Oh no need to thank me. To tell the truth, you look good enough to eat.”
“Thank you, ma’am.”
The woman took a drink from her glass and then she leaned in close. “Is that what you want?” she asked. “Or maybe it’s the other way around. A woman in your position, maybe what you want is to eat me. Is that what you want? Do you want to eat my pussy?”
What? No, Belinda thought. The woman had totally misunderstood her and yet now that the thought was there in her head ...
“Well?”
“Maybe,” Belinda said and even as she said it, she couldn’t believe she’d said it.
The woman grinned. “I thought maybe that was the way it was. Never fear, my dear. I’m perfectly willing to let you have what you want.”
Belinda’s head was reeling as she led the other woman to her room. This was insane, she told herself, and yet ...
The other woman started to remove her clothes. She was looking at Belinda as she did so but she never said a word.
And then the older woman was down to her bra and panties and then she removed her bra and she was down to just her panties.
And then she wasn’t even wearing her panties. “I think I’m really going to enjoy this,” she said as she seated herself on Belinda’s bed. “Come on, my dear. Let’s see what you can do.”
Belinda found herself moving forward. She couldn’t seem to stop herself and then she was sliding between the other woman’s legs.
“There you go,” the older woman cooed.
Belinda found herself sliding deeper between the other woman’s thighs and then her face was right there and her tongue was reaching out and ...
“Oh yes,” the other woman moaned. “So nice.”
It was nice, Belinda realized. It was nice to finally have her tongue in another woman’s pussy.
“Oh yes,” the other woman moaned even as she stroked Belinda’s hair. “That’s it. What a good, little slut you are.”
Mmm yeah, Belinda thought. That’s what she was. She was a slut for other women’s pussies.
God that was so hot, she thought. A slut for other women’s pussies.
And this woman, the one whose pussy she was eating, this one was really starting to moan as Belinda ate her pussy. It wouldn’t be long now, she told herself. It wouldn’t be long before she made the other woman cum.
And just the thought of that made her tongue jump in the other woman’s pussy.
“Oh yeah,” the other woman moaned. “That’s it. That’s it.”
She was so close, Belinda realized. She was so close and now Belinda knew she had to have it. She had to have the other woman’s cum.
“Oh yeah,” the other woman moaned and then she gasped as her pussy finally succumbed to what Belinda’s tongue was doing to her. “Oh yeah,” she moaned and then she moaned again even as her body started to come down from the sexual release. “Oh yeah. That’s good. That is so good.”
She could have gone again, Belinda thought. She could have made the other woman cum again, but instead she pulled back.
“Oh my,” the other woman exclaimed when she finally was able to catch her breath. “Oh my. You really are good, honey, and definitely worth the price.”
What?!
“How do you want to be paid my dear? Do I pay you or do I pay your madam?”
No wait. She wasn’t that kind of girl, Belinda wanted to say and yet even as she wanted to object to that characterization of her, she had the feeling that that was exactly the kind of girl she was. Her tongue was for sale for any pussy that wanted to buy it.
God that was hot. God. That was just what she wanted to be. It was just so good to move to someone else’s music.
The next morning, Belinda woke up with her dream still fresh in her mind. It had seemed so real, she thought. It had seemed so real that she almost thought if she looked in her purse, she’d find her earnings from the night before. In fact, she had looked and sure enough, there were no earnings there but that didn’t make the dream seem any less real.
And that night and the night that followed and the one after that, every time was the same. Hers was a tongue for hire, usually by older women. She’d start out the session not knowing what she was but by the end of the dreams, she knew exactly what she was and not only did she know what she was, she actually relished it. She relished being owned.
It took her a while to realize that her dreams were more than just dreams. She was being trained to like pussy and at the same time, the thought of having a boy’s cock inside her was just starting to seem so silly. Oh sure, it might make you feel good. She wasn’t so far gone yet to not admit that, but compared to getting your tongue on another girl’s pussy, was there really any choice.
It wouldn’t be long, she knew. If things kept going the way they now were, it wouldn’t be long before she had a total disdain for boys and their stupid cocks.
But she had a boyfriend. This had to stop.
But if it had to stop, then perhaps it was important to figure out when it had started.
No actually, that wasn’t important at all. What was important was eating another girl’s pussy.
It took her a while before her mind came back to that thought. She needed to figure out when this whole thing had started.
Right after she went out and found a pussy to lick. That of course, was much more important than figuring out when something might have started.
It was getting hard to think about boy’s dicks without giggling. They were just so silly looking and not nearly as pretty as a pussy was. She almost felt sorry for guys because all they had were those stupid cocks.
She stopped herself. This was just what had happened before. Every time she tried to think about what had happened to her, she got distracted.
But it was so-o-o-o boring.
Boring or not, she had to think about it. She had to know who had done this to her.
The problem was that as much as she tried to think what might have happened to her, her mind just couldn’t seem to put the pieces together.
It was almost by chance that she remembered it had all started the day she’d gotten the music box dancer.
She had to laugh at that. As if a music box could do something like that to her.
And yet ...
And yet what?
Belinda was at a loss to explain herself. On the one hand, she was sure that the music box had absolutely nothing to do with the dreams she’d been having and at the same time, she couldn’t help feeling that they were somehow connected.
This was insane. They couldn’t both be right.
Well, there was one way to convince herself of that. She got the music box and she opened it up.
She watched the dancer move. She had a body just like hers. It must be nice to move to someone else’s music. It must be nice to be owned. It must be nice ...
Belinda slammed the box shut. Where had that come from?
The most obvious answer was that it had come from the music box. In fact closing the box had had the almost immediate effect of clearing her head but how was the box doing this to her?
In the past, it had just been amusing to wonder who had sent it to her but now, it was anything but that. Whoever had sent it to her had been trying to control her. Not just trying, Belinda corrected herself. Not trying but doing. Someone had been controlling her.
But who and perhaps as importantly, why?
Her dreams were changing. She wasn’t a prostitute anymore and for that she was grateful but there was now a need to please a single woman. The only thing was she couldn’t yet see the woman’s face because every time she licked the woman’s pussy, that face was clouded by shadows.
Mmm, but that pussy. She loved that pussy. She loved sliding her tongue between its folds and she loved working her way up to the woman’s clit. She loved to make the woman moan and then she’d back it off only to come back again.
She’d hold the other woman’s legs open even as her tongue went after her pussy and the woman would moan and moan and moan and then ...
And then she’d get the other woman off. It was so exquisite to get the other woman off and she did all of this without ever knowing who the other woman was.
She’d had to enlist the help of a friend of hers named Hank to take the music box apart. She knew what he was hoping to get when the job was done and she’d allowed herself to string him along even though she wasn’t into boys that way anymore. Heck, just the thought of letting a boy put his cock in her pussy just seemed so silly. Why would you do that when you could lick another woman’s pussy?
“Here’s your problem,” he said finally.
“What?”
“It’s the music,” he said. “There’s something embedded in the music. Something underneath it.”
“Something underneath it?”
“Yeah. You know like multiple tracks. You consciously hear the one track but your mind hears both tracks and since your mind is distracted by the dancer, your mind is very open to what the other track is saying. I haven’t heard the other track yet, but—”
“No, don’t.”
“Huh?”
“Don’t listen to the other track.”
“Sure. Okay.”
“Is there ... is there a way I could listen to the other track, you know, without being affected by it?”
“Sure. Without the dancer or the music, it’s just an audio track. I could make a recording of it if you wanted me to.”
“That would be nice.”
“You know, I’ve been putting a lot of work in on this for you,” Hank said.
“Yeah, I know.”
“I was just thinking that you might want to, you know, show your appreciation.”
“I’d love to,” Belinda lied, “but you know, until I get this whole thing straightened out, I’m not sure I’d be all that good, you know.”
“I don’t know. I think you’d be great.”
“Oh that’s so sweet of you.”
“We could try.”
“I just need to get this behind me. You can understand that, can’t you?”
“I guess.”
“How soon before you can get me that recording?”
“Oh that. I can get you an MP3 of it right now and send it to your email.”
“Would you?”
“Of course.”
“That’s so cool, Hank. I really appreciate it.”
Just as Hank had promised, the MP3 was waiting for Belinda when she got back to her apartment but now that she had it, she wasn’t sure she wanted to hear it. It just sat there in her in-box waiting for her to play it.
You’re wasting time, Belinda told herself.
So?
So just play it.
I can play it later.
Why not play it now?
Because I’m afraid, she told herself, and she was. She was afraid of what she might hear.
But there was no getting around it. She had to play it. So she took a deep breath and she let it play.
And she learned. She learned what had been done to her. She wasn’t sure if there was a way to undo what had been done to her. She wasn’t even sure if she wanted to undo it. Pussies still excited her and there still wasn’t anything better than that even if she knew that thought had been put in her head by someone else.
And she learned something else. She recognized the voice on the recording. She knew who had done it to her. What she didn’t yet know was why.
The next day, she was back with Hank. “Hey,” she said. “I was wondering if you could do me a favor.”
“Sure. You know I can. What do you want?”
“I want you to put the music box back together again just the way it was before.”
“Okay. I can do that.”
“I just want to make one little change.”
“Okay, what?”
That was when Belinda handed him the disk. “I want you to put this in there instead,” she said.
“Why?”
“I just do. You can do that, can’t you?”
“Yeah sure. I guess.”
“When can you do it?” Belinda cooed.
“I guess I could do it today.”
“That’s excellent,” Belinda cooed. “You know I really appreciate this, Hank. I really do.”
“Yeah. I know.”
“You’ll give me a call when it’s ready to be picked up?”
“Yes, of course.”
“That’s perfect, Hank. Just perfect.”
And so it was that later that day, Belinda had her refurbished music box in hand. She wasn’t even sure if this was going to work but that was, after all, part of the excitement, trying it out and seeing if it would work.
“I’m home,” she called out.
Veronica Peters came out of the kitchen. “Honey,” she said. “What are you doing here?”
Even if she hadn’t known before, Belinda would have known right then and there that it was her mom who had done this to her because suddenly, just seeing her mom, she knew she had to eat her mom’s pussy.
“Honey?”
“I, um, I just came home for a visit,” she stammered.
“I’m glad you did,” her mother said smoothly. “Can I get you anything?”
Yeah, Belinda thought. What you can get me is right there between your legs.
“Honey?”
“What?”
“Can I get you anything?”
“I, um, yeah. Um, mom, can we go to the bedroom?”
“Why of course,” her mother smirked. “We can do whatever you want me to do.”
The two women went to Veronica’s bedroom and it wasn’t long before Belinda was sliding in between her mother’s thighs. Mmm, the young co-ed thought. This was like heaven to eat this pussy.
Veronica stroked her daughter’s hair even as Belinda ate her pussy. “You know I’ve wanted you to do this for some time now.”
Belinda would have agreed if it hadn’t meant that she would have had to have taken her attention away from her mom’s pussy.
“You do that so good,” her mom said.
Again, Belinda would have agreed but she didn’t have the time for that.
“I have someone I want you to meet. She’s a very special friend of mine.”
And still Belinda licked her mom’s pussy.
“Oh honey,” her mom moaned.
Talk time was over, Belinda told herself.
“Oh my yes. Do me like that. Oh God yes.”
She was almost there.
“Do it, Baby. Lick my pussy. Make me cum.”
Belinda’s tongue savaged her mom’s sensitive, little nub.
“Oh God, yes. That’s it, Baby. That’s it. That’s it. Oh God yes. You’re making me cum.”
Belinda knew that but then that was all part of the plan. She finally puled her tongue back. “Mom?”
“Yes?”
“I’ve got to tell you something. As much as I love you, I can’t ever have you do this to me again.”
“What?”
“That’s why I brought you something.”
“You brought me something? What?”
“I brought you a gift,” and with that, Belinda produced the gift. It was a little, tiny music box.
Veronica recognized the music box instantly. “You can’t do this to me,” she protested. “You belong to me.”
“All the more reason why I should do it to you.”
“What? Why?”
“As much as I might love having you own me and I do, I just can’t have anyone else owning my body so I’ve got to end this.”
“What are you going to do?”
“Relax,” Belinda said. “I love you too much to ever really hurt you,” and Belinda could see Veronica’s shaking ease just a bit, “but that doesn’t ever mean I can leave you in control of me so I’m going to make you my slave.”
“No!”
“Oh, don’t worry. You’re going to like it.”
Veronica shook her head again. “No, you can’t make me do it.”
“Ah, but you know I can but don’t worry. You’re going to have a mistress who loves you from the very depths of her heart, a mistress who only wants what’s best for you.”
Veronica shook her head again. “No.”
“I think it’s time we begin.”
Veronica shut her eyes tightly. “You can’t make me do it.”
“Oh now. You know that’s not going to work,” Belinda said with a laugh. “You know it’s as much about the music as it is about the little dancer.”
Veronica did know that but she was loathe to admit it.
And then she heard it, the music of the music box and there was Belinda’s hand stroking her naked body and there was something else as well. There was a desire to open her eyes.
No, she told herself. No.
But there it was. The desire to open her eyes. The desire to look and even though she knew she shouldn’t, she knew she wanted to.
No.
Maybe just a peek. What could that hurt. Maybe just a peek.
No, her mind whimpered. No.
She peeked.
She saw the dancer and in spite of herself, she couldn’t help but continue to look. The little dancer was just like her. The same face. The same busty figure. The same pussy that was just begging to be licked. Veronica couldn’t help but moan as she looked at the dancer.
The dancer loved to dance. It was what she was meant for but she danced to another’s music but she didn’t mind. She loved to dance. She didn’t care if she danced to another’s music.
And so was she, Veronica realized. She was just like the little dancer. She danced to another’s music. It was Belinda’s music.
Mmm, but it felt so good to dance to her music.
No, Veronica tried to tell herself. No, that was wrong.
But what was wrong with it. It was so right.
Someone was closing the box. It was Belinda who was closing the box.
“You understand now, don’t you? You understand what you are.”
Veronica nodded eagerly. Of course, she understood.
“What are you?”
“I’m your slave.”
Belinda just laughed. “You don’t know how long it’s been since I’ve wanted to hear you say that, and now Slave, there’s something I want you to do for me.”
“Anything.”
“I want you to eat my pussy.”
Of course, her slave thought. That was just what she wanted, too. “I want to eat your pussy.”
“There’s just one thing I need to know first, Mom.”
“Sure thing, honey. What do you need to know?”
“Why did you do this to me?”
“Because my mistress ordered me to.”
“Your mistress?!”
Veronica nodded. “My mistress owns me. My mistress tells me what to do. I exist to serve every whim of my mistress.”
“I thought I was your mistress,” Belinda said.
“You are my mistress, too, but she was my first mistress.”
Belinda shook her head. There was still something here that she just didn’t get. “Explain it to me again. How is it that your mistress wanted you to get me?”
“Well you see it’s like this ...”
Belinda and her mom were taking turns between the legs of another woman. Right now, Veronica was licking the other woman’s pussy even as Belinda kissed her roommate’s tits.
“Oh wow,” Carla gushed. “When I saw the way your mom was, I just knew you were going to be good but you’re even better than I thought you’d be.”
“I try,” Belinda purred as she kissed first one nipple and then the other and then she moved on to the other before moving up to her roommate’s lips.
“Mmm,” Carla moaned as Veronica and her daughter both worked over her lips.
She was panting by the time Belinda broke the kiss. “That ... that was fantastic.”
“And just think,” Belinda said, “my mom and me are just getting started.”
“Yeah,” Carla said. “Yeah, there is that.”
There was that, Belinda had to agree but if her roommate only knew. She wasn’t under her mom’s control and she wasn’t under Carla’s control either. For now, she was fine playing the part of the slave but in time, she’d show Carla her little music box dancer and then Carla would be hers just like her mom was. It was only a matter of time.