special thanks to World of Gor and Counter-Urth for the background
she rises, dusting off the coarse sand from her strong legs and skimpy silks, as she gracefully makes her way toward the center of the crowd, floating thru the sand, barely leaving imprints of small feet upon the urth. As the pole standing tall and straight stares her small figure down, growing nearer and nearer with each step she takes, she lowers small ebony orbs that sparkle in the firelight in respect of the pole.
The girl looks up at the pole towering high above her like a giant in the night sky as she gently grasps it with a small velvet hand. A slave heart races as delicate ears hear the music as it rushes thru her veins like the fire that glows in the background. Beginning to rub up against the pole, her small body looks like a midget against its enormous height. Rose petal lips gently caress the smooth pole as she pulls her way up the towering giant with two strong arms, milky white breasts gently cup the pole, as the tiny buds atop her breasts start to harden and grow erect from the pole's caress. she emits a quiet moan, feeling her slave heat start to throb, responding from the pole's touch. Violently, she starts thrashing a small slave body from left to right around the beast that so ignites the fire within her belly, wanting so badly to please the Free that watch.
she dismounts the pole, crouching down and gazing up at its height, growling loudly at it in disgust, she attacks it with all her rage for the towering beast, kicking up a cloud of sand and dust. Crawling her way up high at it, she twirls around the beast until she feels a small head will fall off, slinking her way back down, carressing it with small velvet palms, kissing it with rose petal lips. she grinds a delicate body into the pole, pouring every ounce of fire into her movements, moaning loudly, a sweat-covered chest heaving, starting to show her exhaustion.
Slinking her way back to the sand, her body heaves, gasping for air, she falls to strong knees, pressing a small sweat-soaked forehead to the sand in front of the towering pole, gently kissing and caressing the base of it, respecting its towering size and strength, pausing for a minute to compose herself, and get a quick breath.
Slowly, she manages to rise to sand-covered feet with the last bit of energy she has, dragging an exhasuted body across the sand, small, skimpy silks clinging to a dripping wet body like skin to bone, padding her way towards her Master, as she bends at a tiny waist in front of Him, turning a rose colored cheek to the sand. she gently picks up her Master's boot with both hands, and cautiously places atop a slender neck pulling small arms behind her back, crossing them at the wrists, praying she has pleased the Free this night.
