Feeling His eyes upon her, a slave heart races as she approaches the sand pit. Stepping into the pit, she feels the coarseness of the sand between her toes, and takes a pose, a left foot buried deep in the sand, while the right is placed atop a defined calf, her left hand on a supple hip, wile the right stands perched atop an extended arm that lays high into the air.
Dreading the start of the music, she closes her eyes, hearing the beat of the drums in the background, she starts to slowly move, running two velvet palms thru a long straight chocolate mane, down along an ivory neck to a silken torso, emitting small moans of both pleasure and excitement before tracing a circle in the sand with a pointed toe, kicking up a small cloud of sand and dust as she quickly runs to the edges of the pit gazing deep into the crowd for Him, looking around praying He will not find her; praying she will remain free for another day.
A slave heart races as she can hear a heartbeat over the now loud music... but it is not hers. she turns around and sees Him, letting out a small shrill scream, she frantically searches for a place to hide, a place to escape capture from Him, a place to remain free. The girl runs all over the sand pit searching, needing desperately a place to hide from His sight.
Finding no place to hide from His solid gaze, she falls backwards onto the sand, inching her way backwards with her feet, pushing the sand towards Him, kicking up clouds of dust trying to hide herself and push Him away from her. The slut collapses into the sand, her arms giving out, as she rolls over trying to hide from Him; trying to free herself from His clutches.
Frantically rolling a heated body across the coarse sand underneath her, moaning loudly, gasping for air, needing to find a place to hide; a place to free herself from Him, a place to be free once again. The slut thrashes around the sand pit rolling from side to side flipping over, pushing Him away from her, pouring every inch of energy into it, screaming loudly.
Lying on the sand on her back, she breathes heavily, panting, digging her hands into the sand, grabbing handfulls and squeezing tight. All of a sudden, she opens her eyes and realizes she is being watched by the whole Hall full of Free. Composing herself, she lays there for a few Ihns, gathering a few threads of strength so that she may return to her Master's side.
Slowly, the slut stands, wiping off most of the sand from a sweat soaked body, before stepping out of the sand pit and padding back across the dimly lit Hall as the remaining sand sparkles on glistening skin in the firelight. Slowly padding past the Free and guests of the Home, slave bells may be heard thru the Hall as she floats on light feet toward the object of her attention: her Master.
Falling to the furs in front of Him, still panting heavily, the slut falls to sand kissed knees, resting back upon delicate heals, lowering a small head and extending two slender arms straight out in front of her as she whispers in a soft tone of voice, "Please take Your slut, Master. she prays she has pleased You this night in a dance of submission."