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The Navel Cleaner

Princess Sashara had just sent away her 17th navel cleaner now.

The royal daughter, the sole child of the Sultan Jayashur, was a spoiled one, someone whose whims were ever respected, indulged in a multitude of ways due to her father's high position and the fact that they had tight connections to the cult of Omphala. Such link to this unique kind of worship had brought up a position prized by those who loved the goddess and her message, belly buttons being life-giving and worthy of praise: navel cleaners. Nobility, cultists of higher position and of course royalty had such people hired solely to clean that singular part of their body, to keep it pure and pristine so that the goddess may witness its beauty and care. Many were those who wished for such a task, their own fetish or desire for power and riches being certainly great motivator, yet the princess herself was a special case...in that she was as cunning, manipulative and conceited as she was beautiful. And she was known as an icon of allure to all whose eyes laid upon her.

At first, a great many deal of people threw themselves at the position, low nobles and even a few small-time heroes blessed by Omphala, or at least aware enough of the tenets to respect them, volunteered and none of them could satisfy their own urges as Sashara was wise to their arousal, to their low-level of control and to just how powerful she was in such a situation. To touch her sublime body in an uncouth way could be a direct path toward imprisonment or worse, making it so that her own desire was to test people, to tease them in such ways that they'd be driven crazy by their own cravings. Driving them to the very edge of their lust, her own amusement took precedence over whatever dignity they could have, her own fun being far more important than anything else. She was a creature of impulse, of small sadistic tendencies, her own appeal being much too entertaining to use on those with actual things to lose.

The thing about her, though, was that she was exceptionally talented in pushing her allure forward, in making herself seem irresistible, especially for those with a heavy penchant for navels. As much as she respected the Omphalan principles, the naughtiness she was known for was a weapon that she wielded like an expert, a skill she had mastered by using it on far too many people even before the navel cleaners came in. The hope of being near her, in her favor, perhaps for some intimacy...all too easy to throw around to get what she wanted even without her father being present. Showcasing her body, especially her midriff, her sun-kissed skin was luscious, oiled-up and perfumed in a way to drive people crazy, enticing to the eye and yet forbidden for fear of terrible reprisal. And it was exactly the latter in this description which had made it so many promising cleaners had quit.

So many of them had been utterly charmed, figuratively hypnotized by her navel as she lounged, letting them get an eyeful as she smirked in a subtle fashion. Stretching, bringing forth terrible temptation, she even learned a few baladi moves in order to really entice those under her service, undulating her stomach and gyrating her waist in order to move her navel out of their reach. One inappropriate touch and it would all be over, so they all refrained from going too roughly, too quickly. She then touched them, reminding them of the importance of what they were about to do, of the sacrilege of going too far, of how impertinent it would be to just take initiatives with the wrong mindset...and as they stared at her navel bobbing up and down, her masterful breathing and belly motions making it near-impossible to stop her motions as much as her position and the terror of being punished for doing the unthinkable: disappointing her. Many had been driven crazy by this kind of attitude and approach, many lips and tongue exquisitely eager to worship that delightful midriff, yet unable to do so and thus she reached 17 victims far too afraid of their own desires and the consequences of immediate indulgence. Each time she added one more to the list she was eager to make that number go higher, yet her reputation had been made. It mattered not to her, though, as she knew for a fact that she was much too good a prize, to be sought for prestige and opportunity, for a large amount of people wished desperately to be the one to “tame” her, meaning she'd ever get new targets, much to her pleasure.

And so she was waiting for her 18th victim, resting in her own chambers as she made sure that this one would go crazy too. Wearing her slightly puffy top, the tight chest-piece did nothing to conceal her abdomen, from the highest point to the lowest and her skirt was hanging low on her hips, making sure her belly was very easy to witness. Some had gone lustful and restrained from their first look alone, a true little pleasure from her as it fed her own ego, her own approximation of her beauty ever rightful as in she was akin to a goddess made flesh, blessed by Omphala in all the right ways. Her skin had been delicately coated in oil, giving it a sheen akin to the finest of jewels, a near-hypnotic lure for those with higher affection for such a splendid part of the anatomy. He would be coming any second now as she grinned in near-wickedness, ready to ruin someone else with her authority, power and superior charm. Keeping herself in check as he was announced, all she saw was a plain-looking young man, no more than 20 years-old, the kind who seemed almost naïve and innocent despite his age, the best kind to lead to their downfall as she felt that this would be a lot of fun indeed.

“Greetings, princess Sashara. My name is Muhima and I shall be your appointed navel cleaner, here to make your glory be known to Omphala and those whose gaze might be lucky enough to meet your midriff,” he said, bowing in a large, almost comical fashion given how he seemed very into the proper procedure. While not entirely uneasy on the eye himself, Sashara was not here to look for a suitor nor to have sensual thrills, but rather for her own different kind of satisfaction as she gazed upon the next in line for her own sordid goals.

“Muhima...a fine enough name. However, you should really come closer and study the subject matter in all possible angles, wouldn't you say?” Sashara said, beginning her subtle teasing with some remark as she began to undulate her stomach in waves, a move which had fascinated more than one, the fifth navel cleaner being especially taken by this approach as it had taken him more than five minutes before he spoke up again, far too entranced by that midriff to think of anything else. As she expected Muhima to be the same given the silent treatment he gave her and how he did fixate her belly, getting closer to her position as if pulled in by some magic spell of hers. Getting on his knees in front of her, he eyed her navel silently as she was almost about to speak in suggestive terms, to heighten the tension yet part of the fun was to warn them about possible problems and proper etiquette beforehand. “Now do remember that I am a princess, so do not forget your status or mine. Being far too bold or, dare I say, improper would not do for your future. You are aware of this, yes?”

Not saying a word, Sashara was smirking, observing just how enthralled he was with her navel rolling along the waves of her smooth flesh, yet as he gazed deeply at it, indeed a captive of those moves, he spoke up with perhaps the strangest of remark that she could think up. “Very good! The noble art of baladi is indeed one of the best method to preserve a navel's qualities and it also showcase a superb respect to Omphala. A large amount of believers practice it daily in Surra and it is marvelous to see you do it as well, princess!”

Taken aback by this, it seemed that he had indeed missed the point as she rolled and waved her belly again, moving slightly closer to him, her midriff inches before his face to really push forward that this was the kind of show many would simply kill for...and he thought that this was just some exercise? Surprised, she was still not defeated however as his hand moved gently toward her belly button, yet she moved a little back, feigning some stretches so as to make him get an eyeful, another killer seduction move that had truly claimed the limits of a great many. “How...good that you have noticed. Yes, baladi is indeed a gorgeous form of dancing, one that drove a great many to lecherous and risky initiative. You must feel very lucky indeed that a princess like me is doing this in front of your eyes, yes? You can't take them away, can you?” she said, her stretches turning into some slight twists of her hips, making her navel stretch to show its elasticity, its potential deepness as Sashara saw him once again stare at his navel as if he were enchanted. None should be able to resist her, leading to their doom in the most inevitable way, yet this one might be harder still. She did enjoy a challenge, though, as her hand moved toward his chin, a single finger beckoning forth as it circled around her navel in order to entice him, to really have an eyeful of that sublime part he checked out so intently. “It must drive you insane at this point, ready to just about give in...yet you know you can't touch, lest-”

“Oh, it is indeed very impressive. Never have I seen someone who's that good at handling her navel. You seem like a natural, princess,” Muhima said, his enthusiasm cutting down in her more obvious attempt at potential debauchery as she was yet again surprised by his own reactions. Before she could even do anything, his hand was on her stomach, bordering close to forbidden regions of her body as if carefully calculated as he trailed his fingers on her flesh. “While I can see that you are trying to take proper care of it, the oil you use is damageable to your skin. Many think that the priciest products are the best, I shall ensure that you actually get the most effective one to really give a glow to your navel while keeping it protected from dust, sunlight and other nuisances.”

Was he for real, a question that popped in Sashara's mind as either he was particularly professional...or just dense. Was he ignoring her seduction attempt, seeing through the danger she represented, or was he merely completely oblivious? Either she was in front of an incredibly in-control servant, or just the dumbest person in the Sultanate. Before she'd get her answer, though, he used no cloth, nor any water to clean her up as instead he used his index finger, then his thumb to test out the waters of the epicenter of her supple and luscious midriff, catching her unaware and unprepared.

“Hmm...Yes, there is some dirt in there and I must carry my duty as your navel cleaner. Some sweat in there too, if my approximation is correct,” Muhima guessed before then going for something that was either mindless or just downright stupid, placing his lips and tongue around her navel, going for an approach that was wholly personal, inappropriate even. He went slowly, calmly so as to not put undue pressure on her abdomen, the lightest pressure applied while his tongue indeed removed some of the excess oil while respecting the pristine flesh before his eyes. “My apologies, but water and oil do not mix well and it would lead to terrible results if I were to use it. As such, my mouth is the best option currently available.”

Thinking it might be a lie, Sashara would have punished him, summoned other servants and guards to remove him from her presence were it not for the fact that he did not seem to take advantage of the situation at all...and yet he did. Was it calculated? Was she dealing with a skilled actor, a talented liar with an eye for her charms and the courage to go through with an insane scenario? If so, he was fooling her rather successfully and even though she was partly skeptical about his sincerity...he also had something else going for him: his sensual mastery of his tongue. She restrained herself, the feel on his tongue and the light kisses that were only meant to remove the oil there would have given her chills of delight if she let her guard down. There was something simply insane about this, her not being in control for once and while she did not know how to properly react, Muhima kept on going, turning the tide of this battle which he did not even know he was a part of.

“It shall suffice,” Sashara said, slightly afraid not because of any harm that could come to her physically, but to her reputation. She enjoyed how she was perceived, working hard on this character she had built out of her normal attitude but also due to amplification of her own design. Yet what she had felt right there promised to shatter that and while she was also curious, looking forward to it, she could not just wreck this whole persona she had built so carefully. “Truly, that is more than eno-”

“But your belly is very cooperative, princess, I can feel it. It would be my privilege to make it shine even more, to take care of it for you, to finish what I have started. Now let me make it clean, as befit your status and your devotion to Omphala. In her name, I simply cannot leave this half-done,” Muhima continued and before Sashara could object or even vocalize anything, the navel cleaner sealed his lips around her navel in a kiss that wasn't passionate, yet was also devout. He was indeed tasting it, enjoying it yet in a way that bordered between the sensual and platonic. There was honesty in this approach, the tongue never going too deep, nor too fast and wild. It was perfectly controlled, never going too roughly or too lightly as Muhima closed his eyes to better focus on his job...which was all good because Sashara's expression had changed drastically.

Her confusion, her shock, her low anger had been replaced by something she never expected to feel while under the care of a lowly navel cleaner: bliss. Such was Muhima's talent with his own tongue that it was genuinely pleasurable, the slightly ticklish but also warm, enticing and intimate experience bringing waves upon waves of ecstasy to the princess. Her indignant expression, one ready to pounce verbally on an impertinent servant, had been replaced by eyes nearly rolling back and a large grin of happiness as she nearly shook her hips in wicked and uncontrolled delight. It was that good, making her lose her initial purpose in favor of a desire to have more of it, of this as this was joy that had been unknown to her until now.

And yet Muhima acted not upon it, never going too far as his hands went upon her belly and rubbed off the oil gently, carefully, a massage applied as she never knew she could experience such ecstasy with her midriff alone. Being shown just how she could lose control, especially by someone with pure intention and yet also hidden wickedness, for one with such skills had to develop them somewhere, made her feel humbled and yet content to be taught the error of her ways. She sucked her belly in not by intent, yet it only made him follow such a gesture, his nose burying itself inside her flesh as her nimble and curvaceous body was at his mercy.

“It...it...” she tried to say, losing her composure as she nearly wished he wouldn't stop, not ever in fact, the nirvana of navel worship and cleaning being finally discovered, revealed to her as she squirmed lightly, controlling herself not just for the sake of her reputation, but to actually make it easier for him to continue. However, her own pride took back its position as her prime concern, making her gather her will to finally talk in a more direct manner to this servant. “It was...”

Before she could even give way to praise, disgust or any potential vocal reaction, Muhima had concluded, removing his lips and tongue from that now expertly-cleaned navel, coated in just the right amount of oil and saliva to give way to an illusion that it was bejeweled when it was actually naked. She looked down on him, her own confidence shattered, feeling humiliated as she thought that he had to be punished for this transgression, that his puny ambition was laid bare and that he'd pay the price for his insolence...and yet all he did was eye her navel, admiring his work in silence while awaiting her next command, perhaps even word of praise or critique.

“This was...” Sashara said, many words coming to mind like insulting, improper, deranged, criminal...yet those condemnations were also weighed down by better, far more suitable qualificatives like delightful, wonderful, sexy, perfect. Thinking things through, if she punished him by having him tortured, imprisoned or sentenced to death it might actually assuage her own ego, her pride...yet it would also mean that she'd never feel such ecstasy again. Her own senses being brought down to earth, her conflicting emotions came to an equilibrium as she feigned a lack of amazement, almost as if this was but benign, that she had better. “Adequate. I shall expect better from you, as befit my status. But you shall suffice for now, for lack of more promising candidates. You may ask for quarters and nourishment should you need it, now begone.”

With one wave of her hand, he got back up from his kneeled position, then bowed in respect, looking at his handiwork again and then the princess was alone with her thoughts, with her initial impression of the 18th navel cleaner in her employ...and he was to be the one. As wounded as she was in terms of confidence, as unexpected as his success was, she could not deny that this had been heavenly, making her finally believe in Omphala and how the navel could truly be sacred. Perhaps she'd even actually learn more about that goddess and her traditions... And she even had the perfect teacher at her disposition.

Muhima, her official navel cleaner.