His Dance
a need dance

~the dancer rises on her toes and stretches as she grins impishly then suddenly she shakes her head and sends a tangle of raven locks dancing over her shoulders as she skips to the sand pit carefree, blowing a kiss to her Master~

~wrapping a leg around the pole, she leans back allowing her hair to brush the sand, her fingers dance over her neck caressing his collar haughtily before dancing over her pert nipples where she slowly lifts her hands, palms up to her Master~

~reaching out to him as her hips sway telling her story, her back arches the bow tighter, accentuating the taut muscles of her stomach, secure in the knowledge that she is the dancer and this is her dance of submission~

~muscles clench and she rises slowly then dances unrestrained around the pole and lifts her hands high above her head, wrists outward and with a snap her fingers, she turns a hip out brazenly to each Master as she dances around the tavern~

~tossing her head back defiantly, hands entwine one another, fingers long and graceful tracing intricate designs in the air, snapping her head forward, wide dark eyes gaze at her Master with a mischievous twinkle~

~an elfish smile plays upon her lips and she begins to rock her hips taunting and teasing while dragging her long nails up her inner thighs, tapping at the brand found there, then turning away she giggles and skips about the pit~

~hearing the pounding of tabor beating steadily, she dances around the sand pit spinning and twirling, her feet kicking up sand while the bells on her ankles sing out frantically~

~a soft sheen covers her dark skin and she is breathing deeply for air as her circles widen bringing her gliding across the floor to the center of the room, before her Master, hips swaying as she tries to seduce him with her dance~

~the dancer slowly rises dragging her nails up her legs, a warm flush sears her flesh as fingers feel the moistness on her inner thighs, surprised she turns and dances back to the sand pit trying to conceal her true spirit~

~pulling her hair up, her breasts lift and heave from the exertion of the dance and her hips begin to sway erotically, the flame ignited in her belly, her need slowly burning its way from her belly into her swollen desire transforming her~

~she glances in her Masters direction, her eyes meet his, and her heart leaps as she realizes her dance may not be enough to earn His pleasure, she twirls, the dance taking over the dancer, the dancer surrendering to the dance~

~with breathless abandon, aroused and fearful she begins her dance again in earnest, caught on cresting waves, she gives her body to dance instinctively as she dances her servitude, submission and slavery, helplessly from the depths of her soul~

~she falls to her knees and continues her dance on her knees, legs spread enticingly, the glisten there unmistakable, she shimmies, snared in the dance, her musky scent heavy in the air, her flesh radiant with a warm glow all betray her true nature~

~rolling to her hip, she extends her right leg in a provocative motion, toes pointed to the floor, reaching out to her Master, overcome by desire to submit and terrified that she may not be found sufficiently pleasing, she drops her head to the floor~

~she rolls over onto her back and strikes the ground with her small hands, stinging her palms as the melodic, sensual music commands her, she writhes and twists with frustration and loneliness in her dance of seduction~

~she claws wantonly the tiles and slowly lifts her hips from the floor beckoning with her body, piteous and shameless in her need, she cocks her head listening in anticipation for his voice but hears only the music echoing in her mind~

~as her soft cries echo in the room, she rolls to her belly and lifts onto her hands, collar glistening in the firelight, she lifts her head, the cold depths of her dark eyes moist with hot tears, humbled by the truth that the dance was always his~

~she reaches for him, a vulnerable slave begging for the smallest touch of her Master, she lays flat on the floor, lips quivering, she lays her cheek to the cold ground and trembles as hips sway enticingly to the music which has not released her~

~the rhythmic rolling of the music dying out, she presses herself up to her hands and knees and crawls to her Master, where with a swirl of bells she surrenders herself at His feet, her head pressed to his boots, her hand extended up to him~

~restrained by his piercing eyes, silence fills the air, her heart pounds in her ears as she yearns for his touch, bound by the strength of her Master, she is his dancer and this is his dance forevermore~