This is a story I wrote in response to inspiration from Emily's Blog. I did get a little carried away on length, so I am posting it in sections. The rest is on my blog. Emily has read and enjoyed the story and agreed to have it published. Feedback welcome.

From Emily's blog:
I got this first one from browsing the belly fetish group on here today. I' thinking what it would be like to have this party, a very private party, where women are paid huge sums to attend and possibly be victims. If they can endure the evening, they're paid, if not, well...... and of course none do, but the lure of the big payout brings many in. All we have to do is circulate among the guests and try to be friendly and charming. The catch is that we have to wear belly revealing outfits, whether tank tops or bare midriff dresses or whatever. As the evening goes on, waiters come round with trays of push pins, and the guests can pick from the trays and freely push them into our bellies, wherever they like. But they won't go for the navel just yet, they'll want to save that for later.... We victims will be gritting our teeth, sure we can endure through it, thinking of that big paycheck at the end. Guests will get creative with their tacks and push them into bare sides, back backs, our arms, even the undersides of our breasts if our tops are cut high enough to reach.... The women who wore the most daring outfits will suffer the most. When the pins are used up, waiters will come around with trays of longer pins, or needles. This will go on for some time, as long as we can endure, before the longest skewers will finally come out......

Chapter 1: The Invitation

Emily found her eyes drawn again to the envelope on the table as she prepared with alacrity for her evening. "Emily" was all it said. There was no address or delivery mark, it had just shown up at her door. Smiling, she remembered her surprise at finding it. She had picked it up and felt the heft and texture of fine stationary. "Emily" was all it said. She assumed that her husband had left it for her as a surprise and when she opened it a surprise is what she got. It was not from him.

"If you are interested in entertaining at a private party of a very special nature which we think you will enjoy, meet me at the Bistro d'Orient bar at 10:00 PM tonight". The paper on the table was as fine as the envelope, the handwriting smooth and crisp as from a fountain pen. The paper held no signature, just a faintly masculine scent. Emily felt a tremor in her belly, one that matched the feeling she had when first reading the letter. Although puzzled, she had been excited, thinking about the possible meanings of the invitation. Each new permutation got her wetter and more excited. She practically mauled her husband when he came in, driving him to do the same to her. By the time they discussed it there was no way she would not go, though he would go with her.

They continued to play with each other and discuss possible meanings of the note. This led to more mind-blowing sex and earth-shattering orgasms. Emily knew she had to be ready for anything at this meeting, so she began getting prepared over 2 hours early. As much fun as she was having she was anxious to see what was going to happen next. She showers and shaves everything below her neck, relishing the feeling of absolute nudity and exposure. A touch of the powder puff to make her feel even smoother and softer, complementing her natural scent. Then she dons her favorite underbust corset, tight-laced to help her feel restrained at all times, while leaving her favorite assets exposed and available. Sheer silk stockings glide over her legs to attach to the garters on her corset. Over it all a conservative, even demure, gray wool dress to finish the perfect image. No one could see the zipper that ran the full length of the front.

Emily touches up her makeup as she looks in the mirror. Her emerald green earrings and necklace gleam in the light as she pouts her lips for the gloss brush. She gives her husband her ID wallet so she will have nothing to carry and they head for the door. The full length mirror in the foyer reveals her beauty and she stops to check one more time. Perched on her strappy stilettos she tilts one hip and smiles at herself. She could feel the butterflies of excitement in her belly, and lower. Her husband's wolf whistle reinforced her confidence, but still she hoped she was pretty enough. Beautiful as she is objectively, she is never quite sure of herself.