written by cyn
lush figure is outlined by the soft flames of the fire, casting its glow into crimson tresses that swing gracefully down the gentle curve of her back, hips swaying enticingly as she steps to where the beads are kept, quickly releasing the knot at shoulder, releasing red silks to pool at delicate feet, donning the beads that fall to rest in the valley of soft full breasts before walking proudly to the dancing tiles
chin held high in pride as she stands straight within the center, liquid pools of blue falling in respect for the Free, slender arms elevate high above auburn curls, meeting with the placement of wrists facing outward, raising right foot to toe point, turning a lean leg outwards, supple breasts rise and fall with each baited breath that quickens in anticipation of the dance, waiting ...
the music begins to play, low at first ... hearing the beat of the drums, echoing from slave heart, slow and pulsating ... turning abruptly as liquid pools of blue close, lithe body silhouetted by the dancing flames of the fire, throwing head back as a magnificent display of auburn curls spill down the gentle curve of her spine, the contrast astounding against sun-kissed flesh
feeling the rhythm as slave body starts to sway, the glow of the fire illuminating each and every roll of well-rounded hips, lifting head as an almost wild look takes over, slowly lowering hands to the nape of a slender neck, gently lifting silken curls from her glistening body, soft hips swaying slowly in the fire light, the beads taking to the firelight beautifully
drawing His attention to soft full breasts as they nestle between before spinning around on toes as body moves seductively before the blazing fire, slowly dropping arms to feel the soft silken strands glide over sun-kissed flesh as hips sway to the sound in kajira heart, running hands down to well-rounded hips, over quivering belly and the fire that burns beneath, starting to build with the music, to slave heat
a soft whimper escaping from deep within a collared throat, weaving back and forth upon the tiles, teasing the flames of the fire, the burning gaze of the Master that watches her inflaming aroused senses, spinning closer to him as a slight sheen appears on silken flesh, shimmering in the dim light, a rosy blush added to the already heat infused glow
the drums thunder relentlessly, spurring the girl on as she reaches up with feline grace, liquid pools of blue seeming to target Him, finding His gaze locked onto her as slim fingers grasp around the beads dangling from her throat, taking first the white strand of beads, onto trembling fingers
slowly weaves them in and out of her grasp, raising them to brush against the tawny peaks of full breasts, a soft whimper escaping full pouty lips, crushing them in a lingering slave's kiss as blue eyes close, her lips traveling over the smooth surface and then quickly opening eyes, widening in her realization that she, unlike the free woman, is enslaved ... no longer free, no longer possessing a will of her own but His ... that she is subject to His every demand, His every whim
a soft cry of despair slips past trembling lips, past the beads that are suddenly white-hot as the fire that tangles her within its grasp, hurling them quickly away from shuddering form, anguish filling brilliant blue eyes as she looks at Him, the overwhelming feeling of loss washing over her form and then kicking out a leg, whirling away from Him in a confusion of anger and despair, silver tears racing down porcelain cheeks as she sinks to her knees
