| Celebration dance |
| Below is a dance written and performed by pazia_TGB. It was done in the Tavern for her Master on their anniversary |
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| welcome... tonight we honor Basharr and pazia celebrating their first of many years together Basharr_the_tyrant says, beast pazia_TGB says, yes Master. Basharr_the_tyrant says, You gonna dance for me or what...grins pazia_TGB says, Yes Master. Basharr_the_tyrant says, well hop to it wench o matic pazia_TGB says, Yes Master. Thimath watches the wiley wenchling pazia_TGB Runs around sets up some stuff then goes to it. Basharr_the_tyrant says, lol Thimath wonders if anyone ever told her its not good to run around inside.... you might get hurt Basharr_the_tyrant says, Well she knows not to run with scissors in her hand I know that for sure. Basharr_the_tyrant says, lol Thimath says, lol pazia_TGB (B) Three full-length mirrors encased within a tomb of hardwood display themselves in their entire splendor around the room. The sun streams in and bounces off them letting beams of radiant brilliance engulph the floor and the rainbows of light dance within the air, uninhibited in their entire splendor. The Mirrors encircle the area one after the other ending with her Masters chair to form somewhat of a crude circle, a circle like the steel that surrounds her slender neck. Basharr_the_tyrant Looks at the mirrors then to my beast and awaits her movement. pazia_TGB (A) The beautiful tones of a cacophony of bells can be heard as pazia walks through the room and positions herself within this circle. Naked, except for her Masters collar and the straps of black leather covered in silver bells. One strap on each delicate ankle, one strap just below each knee, one strap fastened around each thigh. Another strap entwines itself about her waist as yet another dances along the curve of her hips. One strap binds each wrist as one-strap bands itself about each of her upper arms. pazia_TGB (S) She stands in this rainbow of silent light reflected from the mirrors as the beams spiral across naked porcelain flesh. Big blue eyes lift from their cover of long dark lashes as she looks to her Master. Slender arms suddenly lift into the air as the bells scream out in a movement of defiance and her head tilts slightly, playfully. Her left leg follows in a swift movement leaving toes touching the floor as the rest of her body arches thrusting forth ample breasts and curving the delicate arch in her back. Basharr_the_tyrant watches her with a grin seeing all that naked flesh pazia_TGB (H) Long dark golden hair cascades down her back touching to her bottom. She seems to pose for her Master as she feels his eyes roam the length of his property. Her heart races at this feeling, and her belly starts to feel the pull of need. Then as quickly as the bells seem to rest from sound a shift of her hips sets them off again. In graceful slow teasing movements she undulates those hips that belong to him, back and forth, from side to side, letting the bells be the music that guides them. pazia_TGB (A) Small feet sashay across the floor as the bells keep the time with her hips. Long legs carry her form toward the first mirror where the story begins. A look, of perhaps fear and concern crosses her visage, the bells change tune to an off -beat tempo. She feigns unsure steps, arms and legs seeming not to meet in this dance of her soul. Tiny hands reach out and grasp the sides of the mirrors as she stops suddenly looking at herself within the mirror, seeing also the reflection of her Master over her left shoulder. Basharr_the_tyrant watches her enjoying the sound of the bells. pazia_TGB (R) She pulls back her hands covering those big blue eyes a moment seeing that reflection of him. Her chest heaves slightly as she slowly uncovers her eyes and looks back in the mirror, his reflection still there. Should she stay where she is or go to him? She crumples to the floor and curls up within her-self as the bells make one swift chime with this movement. Big blue eyes filling with tears look back to his reflection within the mirror, her body filling with the need to please him, to feel his touch, her body starts to sway slightly, temptingly, as she rises to her knees. Basharr_the_tyrant Grins pazia_TGB (R) Arms slowly leave the floor as fingertips touch to her hips and gently slide around to her taut belly. Soft tones emit from the bells a she pulls her fingers up and over the curve of her breasts, nipples tighten with the anticipation she knows dwells deep within her, for him. The tears break free and fall from her eyes sliding down her cheeks, they glisten like the dust of diamonds as her arms rise higher and her fingers stop for a moment on his collar about her neck. The decision made, Yes! Yes! She must go. The pull is too strong, the connection made, she belongs to him, his property, his slave. Basharr_the_tyrant watches her move about with a smile on my lips. pazia_TGB (S) As if struck by lightning she jumps up setting off the bells. Long legs again dance with a knowing as hips sway in a silent calling to him, arms rise above her head swirling as she spins in a serpentine motion. The glorious chiming of the many silver bells caressing her body sing out the news of her decision as she finds herself now in front of the second mirror. One swift turn and she is looking at him from across the room, again her body stops and the bells fall silent. Trembling she falls to her knees and the bells let out another musical scream. pazia_TGB (P) She takes up the position for collaring, the bells giving away the fact her body shakes in fear. Now with him in front of her, her mind races, will he keep her? Will she be able to please him? Hands lower to the floor as she stays on her knees, moving her body forward until she lies on her belly. Lifting her head as big blue eyes meet his through a jostle of dark golden hair, that intense look from him, could it be he too has questions? Feeling the cold of the floor against her she suddenly rolls over and onto her back as a wave of golden hair follows and bells sing out again. Mind racing, emotions washing through her like waves on the beach. Basharr_the_tyrant smiles watching her continue her dance pazia_TGB (R) Sitting up and looking into the mirror, his reflection always there she raises a hand and touches him in the mirror, a tremor moves thru her body startling the bells into life, a deep fire ignites within her, soft sweet sighs rush past parted lips as a warmth washes over her, one hand still to the mirror. Another decision made as hips sway, pulsing to life, a new beat forming from the bells. Yes! Yes! She can do this! Breaking away from the mirror her legs unfold lifting her up and into a fiery little prance. pazia_TGB (O) A series of leaps and turns sing out in time with the bells, slender arms follow each movement as the need and the want build inside her. Sweat glistens across porcelain skin, as the beams of light bounce along curves. The splendor of the rainbow colors touching to her making the hews of her skin and hair come to life even more as she dances to the last mirror. The bells dancing along with each step in a rhythmic tone, as if for the first time in her life it all comes together. She stops again facing that last mirror. pazia_TGB (P) For a moment those big blue eyes stroll over the woman she has become in her slavery to this man. In that moment of silence she smiles at the reflection that looks back at her. Raising her hands she starts at her neck as tiny fingers again touch to the collar he placed there. A turn of her eyes and she sees his reflection once again watching her intently. Her fingers trail down to her breasts as she watches him, lingering for a moment over taut hard nipples, then sliding down her belly, over hips, and touching to thighs. Basharr_the_tyrant watching her run her hands over terain that is commonly traveled by my own hands and smiles. pazia_TGB (E) Her head rolls slightly as she imagines his touch and lips part slightly as a soft sweet sigh of pleasure emits from deep within her. With each movement the silver bells seem to gently sigh with her. She looks back to that woman in the mirror and winks, her soul knowing the answer, and with a fury that almost matches the wind as it roars, she breaks away from that last mirror and dances back to the middle of the circle. Long dark golden hair swirls around delicate shoulders, and drapes against wanting flesh, teasing her senses. pazia_TGB (R) Hips teasing and taunting as the bells sing out feelings unleashed after so long left locked inside. Her body melds with the song of the bells as the beams of light from the mirrors collide with the rainbows against her body. She dances out of happiness, what once was is no more, what will be is a work in progress. There are no regrets, there is no remorse, there is only �.him. As it should be! She continues to dance with all the fury of this new wind surrounding her and dances her way right to his feet. Basharr_the_tyrant smiles at my slut proudly watching her move. pazia_TGB (T) Breathlessly panting she falls to her knees before him. The bells jump from the movement, delicate soft chimes can be heard as she parts her thighs widely, arching the curve of her spine, as she pulls her body upright, bottom resting back on the heels of her feet as breath slows down. Ample breasts thrust forward to him, the excitement of her body revealed to his eyes. Delicate petals open and blossom exposing the moistness that glistens like the sheen of her skin from the dance. Long slender arms lift and cross at the wrists before him as she lowers her head between them, dampened hair clings about her face as the rest falls forward about her. Everything given to him fully, completely and uninhibited. Basharr_the_tyrant Gazes down at my helpless property as she awaits at my feet. pazia_TGB (Y) Softly she speaks to him," Master your beast thanks you. She thanks you for your patience and your guidance, for your teaching and for sharing your intelligence. She thanks you for knowing when she needs correcting and for knowing when she needs time to be within herself. She thanks you for showing her the woman she is inside and for showing her the way out of her shell. She thanks you for giving her the courage to look back in that mirror and like what she sees. She thanks you for allowing her to do her best to be pleasing to you. Most of all she thanks you for allowing her to be your slave, and prays each day that she never stops learning and growing under your hand. This beast is yours, Master, she loves you and hopes this year together will be just one of many, if that is what would be pleasing to you Master." Basharr_the_tyrant says, Wench pazia_TGB says, Yes Master. Thimath smiles Basharr_the_tyrant says, It pleases me and you please me.....continue to do so my pet.... pazia_TGB says, Yes Master. pazia_TGB Copywrited December 4th 2002�. An original writing created by pazia TGB for her Master on their one year anniversary. Under no circumstances is permission given for this dance to be recreated or copied in piece, portion or whole, quoted, or the use of any ideas contained within used elsewhere. Basharr_the_tyrant chuckles pazia_TGB smiles Thimath says, once again, Congrats Basharr, you have a very pleasing beast Thimath says, well done paz Basharr_the_tyrant says, My thanks Thimath says, you show much honor to your Master pazia_TGB says, Thank you Master Thimath. Master Drakkar says, congrats to Basharr, your slave dances well Thimath says, I also like the small disclaimer Matti says, Congratulations to You Basharr, the girls dance left Me breathless |
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