taking a deep breath, a'lisha steps from the darkened doorway, wearing only strings of brightly colored binas that dangle around her lily-white throat. a chain of bells low around her hips chimes with her every step as ankle bells sing with each sensuous movement of her well-oiled body.....stepping into the dance pit, tiny toes buried deep into the sand, large amber eyes nervously scan the gathered crowd, the desire to serve a roaring inferno within her belly. closing her eyes in concentration, she breathes a silent prayer to the Priest-Kings that her dance will be pleasing on this beautiful night.
slender hands caress the binas at her neck and run over her hips, feeling the smoothness of her oiled skin, cool to the touch from the night air. standing on one foot, the other toe poised in the sand, long shapely legs silhouetted by the soft light, a'lisha thrusts out her firm hips and lush breasts, raising delicate hands above her head in a graceful arch.... with the chiming of her finger cymbals, the music begins........slow and sensuous....... and the girl comes to life, liquid amber eyes afire with the slow sultry beat of the music.
as the czehar begins to play, a'lisha pulls off the finger cymbals, tossing them to the side of the dance pit. slender fingers now free, she tilts her head back, long golden tresses cascading down her back to meet full, sensual hips. she stretches out the binas around her neck, their brilliant colors falling one by one to rest against voluptuous breasts, teasing hardened nipples..... raising her hands above her head, she begins to twirl around, the binas flying in the air around her, alternately covering and exposing her supple body as she begins to dance, her hips gyrating as she moves around the circle of the pit.
pulling the white binas over her head, a'lisha snakes them around her body, pirouetting gently, pulling with them the black binas. snaking them around her body as well, the two become intertwined, freedom and death...... the thought runs through her mind of the time before she was slave, and the sudden death of that liberty as she felt the collar snap closed around her neck.... tying the two strings of beads together, she tosses them from her, rejecting that life forever, having found in her collar the true freedom to be a woman, the freedoms to express herself completely.
beads dropping to the ground, a'lisha spins in the dance pit, rocking her hips in time with the beat of the drums and the tambourine, her breath coming faster. she pulls two necklaces away from her, lavender and blue, holding one in each hand. gliding across the dance pit on agile feet, she holds the blue binas close to her heart, feeling the power and strength of a Master they signify...... her other hand adding the lavender binas, the color of fantasy, together they create the dream of a slave for the love of a powerful, strong Master. twining the beads together, she drops them gently onto the sand, lush lips smiling.
her face impish as a pixie, 'lisha pulls binas of pink and magenta from her slender neck. twisted together, they tell a story of mischief.... outrageousness... and a bit of wildness.... a giggle escapes crimson lips as she playfully runs the binas over her bare body, delighting in their caress of her curvaceous form. tiny feet carry her round and round the pit, intricate patterns sending sand flying from beneath her toes. she runs the binas up her inner thighs as she moves, running the beads through her honey-coated petals, gently tossing them to the Master Ubar with a lil giggle, her feet continuing the insistent motion of the dance.
spying the lovely Mistress watching, a'lisha pauses before Her, pulling forth a single talender blossom, hidden in her golden mane.... kneeling, she presents it to the Mistress with a warm smile, the only gift she has to give...... as the music continues, demanding, she rises once more and begins twirling around, her hips wantonly shaking, inviting and wiggling, shoulders and breasts circling, rising and falling, her hair flying in the wind as she twirls and twists about...... her heart beats wildly against her chest in time with the music, a rhythm older than time itself.
red and yellow binas pass over a'lisha's head as she pirouettes on the sand, the colors of joy and passion. as the music ascends, becoming faster, more demanding and rhythmic, a'lisha's body takes over, the girl's hips undulating in time to the beats of the music, barely distinguished from the pounding of her heart. dainty hands cup voluptuous breasts, the binas teasing the nipples. the length of the necklaces runs over every inch of her oiled body and sensual form, exciting her as she dances wildly, abandoning herself to the passion she feels, the binas slipping from her hand without thought.
pulling the final two necklaces over her head, their colors gold and a deep blue..... the wisdom of the gold beads combines with the power and strength of the blue. a joyous smile spreads across a'lisha's scarlet lips as she thinks of the Master Who owns her, body, heart, and soul, guiding her with His wisdom and strength. she spins around, her feet stopping in front of Him.....a soft sheen of sweat glistens on her brow, lush breasts heaving as the exertion of the dance and the thrill of pleasing her Master overwhelms her.
her dance finished, the girl drops to her knees before Him, carefully twining the gold and blue beads, kissing them gently before placing them on the furs by His feet.....raising her full, firm hips into the air for His view, she presses her left cheek to the ground, feeling its roughness beneath her smooth skin. taking His right foot, she places it gently upon her windpipe, submitting to the power of life and death He has over her, her heart beating wtih love for Him as she crosses her hands behind her back, and lush lips form a silent, fervent prayer that she has pleased Him and the audience this night.
