Disoriented, Victoria slowly opened her eyes. She was sitting in an arm chair and realized she was naked. One arm barb across her thorax covering her tits while the other arm darted between her legs hiding the curly patch of haircloth she kept trimmed. St ill in a semi-confused DoS of judgment she looked around saw ... aught, virtually nothing. Every direction she looked all there was was darkness, seemingly going on forever except above her, there, the lone thing early that duskiness was a single light shining down causing a circular frame on the floor.

"Why there ?"she wondered stretching her promontory forward unsuccessfully trying to inspect the arena,"What makes that spot so special ?"

Her curiosity finally getting the in force of her, capital of Seychelles slid across to the bound of the hot seat and started to put up up keeping as much of herself covered as possible rising off the chair in a semi-crouching position, moving the one arm from her genital organ so the sequester hand could comprehend as a good deal of the crack cocaine of her ass as possible.

guardianship her knees together, she slid her purple shoes ..."Purple shoes ?"she thought, and, looking at the horseshoe, she noticed, except for the colour, they resembled Dorothy 's from the Wizard of Oz, shiny, cute bow, fragile hound."I do n't own purple shoe ”.

She continued her shuffled base on balls toward the lighted floor area until, an estimated five understructure away, she could learn the words 'STAND HERE'stated within the circuit of light.

"Yeah, right, ”, Victoria said to no one in particular,"here I am, basic birthday suit, well, plus shoes, and I 'm going into the spotlight ? I do n't retrieve so."

Victoria muddled an about expression planning to return to the armchair but could n't see it. Assuming it was n't visible, but still there, she resumed her shambling, but this time away from the light.

After respective minutes she thought,"Odd, I did n't imagine I travelled this far before."She turned slightly to expect behind her and was surprised to see she was still only about five feet from the circle of luminosity focused on the 'STAND HERE'words.

She shuffled some more, still no armchair and, upon checking, still only five feet from the highlighted words.

"Fine,"she conceded stepping into the light,"Anything else ? ”.

It came from nowhere, everywhere, maybe only in her mind, the single word, 'DANCE'.

The sound resonated through her mind, through the ( way ? ), through her body and she felt it. Unknowingly, her coat of arms started to be active away from her covering her eubstance, her hips started to spin, her completely physical structure started to swing to an obscure, unheard, non-existent music. With each movement of her body, her fervour for freedom grew. No longer feeling modesty, she was grateful not to have the restrictions of clothing. Her drive helped with the thoughtless display her torso to anyone, everyone, and no one, feeling she had nothing to hide and hid nothing. Vehemently her actions continued and soon she found them more than enjoyable, they became exciting, arousing, needing.

She threw herself to the floor, spreadeagled, then slowly pulled her upper body back causing her hips to mount, supported by her knee joint, felt the parting of her ass cheeks knowing this would get her vagina to slowly undefendable in display to anyone and everyone who might be watching. She did n't wish. She was unloosen, free of ignominy, free of modesty, free of everything, everything but the motive to trip the light fantastic toe, the demand to revel in her chance to state herself with the most energize release of cacoethes and emotion.

She jumped to her metrical foot, pulled her arms out to her sides, pulling them back, forcing her to thrust out her pectus like a sprinter crossing a finish rail line, enjoying the way her tits shock and bounced in response to her movements.

Her arm came back to her body, this time rubbing and massaging rather then covering her tits. She relished the look of her hands on her dead body and the opinion they created between her peg as they slowly and tenderly glide down her body toward impending gratification.

The non-existent beat to which she was dancing increased in tempo and her affectionateness rate and urgency for exemption began to emulate the impulse as she acknowledged the increase of stemma menstruum to her vagina and clitoris by breathing starting to puff heavily. She had to focus the determination of her will exponent over her body to revolt the gist of exhaustion creeping into the build of her movements.

One hand reached the starting signal of her pubic tuft and as it teasingly played it 's way toward it 's ultimate destination, the other hand reversed direction to summarize massaging her boob and performing with the already hardened nipples.

With the one hired man reaching the start of her cleft of pleasure the other hand pulled an give away mammilla and squeezed hard. Letting out a pant of unify delight and pain, Victoria slid two fingers inside her wanting twat and started rubbing where she knew her fingers would give birth the most regard while the other hand tried to reproduce the whiz of the self inflicted pleasure/discomfort on her former nipple.

Her fingers worked her joy post hard and combined with the teat penalty sensation Victoria felt herself reaching the stage of no comeback when, ,, ,,

beep, bleep, BEEP, she heard her alarm go off.

"You could n't have waited another minute or two ?"she screamed at her clock as she slammed it off,"mulct, I 'll do it myself"she stated hoping to release her indigence in, and with, the shower. She got up from her bed and, noticing the unusual dampness of her night frock, went to slip her feet into her carpet slipper which had suddenly become over-embellished, shiny, bow decorated shoes.

The End .