Surrender
a pole dance

~she pulls her silks loose and moves her body slightly allowing them to slowly fall, cascading over her full hips before floating to the ground, exposing her soft dark native skin, warmed with a blush~

~standing erect, her head held high with elegant grace, she looks up to the 3 moons of Gor and smiles back at them as she prepares to dance her slavery upon the pole~

~obediently she walks to the pole and small bare feet step timidly into the sand as she wraps her hands around the pole firmly, bringing her moist quivering lips to kiss the pole humbly~

~she caresses the pole as is appropriate for a slave who must attempt to please Masters and wide innocent eyes gaze at Master and seeing His eyes upon her she suddenly, as if ensnared by the music, struggles to break free~

~leaning back as far as she can, arms rise above her in a delicate twist of of movements, her raven hair dances in the sand as she stretches further back still, distancing herself from the pole, her body arched in a bow~

~rising slowly, drawn back to the pole as though summoned by her Master, her head the last to rise, she rests her cheek on the pole and her body presses against the pole as though bound to it~

~wide moist eyes gaze out at Master pleading for release, the cold depths of her black eyes warmed by the fire in her soul as they meet His for a brief moment before quickly dropping back to the pole~

~the dancer grasps the pole tightly, feet planted firmly in the sand against the pole, she leans back and her body reluctantly flows around the pole, hips lash wildly in desperate jerks as she attempts again to free herself~

~pulling herself up to the pole, hips thrust forward against the solid unforgiving length of the pole, a scream caught in her throat becomes a resonating gasp, eyes burn with hot tears as she succumbs to her captive~

~she writhes in misery upon the pole and hips sway to the music which fills her head as a light sheen covers her body allowing the pole to slide over her sensitive flesh easily~

~the dancer gives her body to the dance instinctually, aroused by the cold solid length of the pole slipping over her hot slaves flesh, her lips part as she labors to breath, her chest heaves with the exertion~

~burning slaves heat aroused in her, she mounts the pole clutching it tightly in her small hands as she squirms upon it, her inner thighs tremble as they press against the pole~

~she slides down its length slowly, hugging it between her breasts, kissing and licking at the pole as she falls until embracing the pole, on her knees, her dance becomes her passion and her passion becomes her dance~

~carressing the pole and rubbing her glistening body against it, her body sways erotically as she gazes at Master, the innocence in her eyes replaced by a deep smoldering need as they beg for release from the pole~

~burning with a slaves desire, the pole between her legs, she leans back and lifts her hips from the ground, small silver bells which adorn a chain at her waist ring out her submission as her hips shimmy in a frenzied climax~

~suddenly the rythmic rolling of her hips stop and clenching her stomach muscles, she strains against the fire raging in her belly as she brings herself to a squatting position, the pole still between her legs~

~her eyes move from Master to Master begging for their touch before she drops her head to the pole, damp raven hair clings to her face, her scent fills the air, she trembles, the motion of her body agitates the bells~

~a soft moan escapes her lips as she clings to the pole, starving with desire, unable to find her sweet release in the pole, she falls against the pole piteous and exhausted, and a slave surrenders herself to the merciless pole~

~hugging the pole, she lifts sultry eyes to Master and softly speaks~ a girl hopes her dance with the pole has pleased her Master this night.