trembling as she feels another set of beads caress the silken flesh of her thighs, shuddering to see the whipping pole before her, crying out as the sensation of the beads represents that of the whip
falling back and splaying out across the tiles in her desperation to flee its image, the image of the whip locked within the caress of the beads, closing eyes in desperation as a soft moan slips forth, begging to be spared from the kiss of the whip it represents, trembling as yet another set of beads caresses trembling form, shuddering to see those which represent the thieving slave girl, liquid pools of blue widening as she glances back to the whipping pole
a cry escaping ruby red lips as she rolls free from its grasp, tearing the beads from around slender throat, watching them scatter out across the dancing tiles, rolling even as she dances beneath His chair, falling to curl up in a trembling form as if summoned before her Master, terrified at what He will do to her this night
silver tears racing as she catches His gaze upon her, His steely eyes reminding her of her place and that she will accept whatever He gives her, be in love or the caress of His whip, rising to knees as silver tears well up within the blue depths of her panic-stricken eyes, trembling thighs widening as she struggles to control the anguish that threatens to consume her, glancing down at the purple beads that rest against torrid flesh, seeing the same color as the pain of her slavery
a deep cry of pain tears from the slender collared throat as she rips both them and those that represent the whip from her body and smashes them against the floor, sinking down once again in despair, deep sobs racking from her trembling form as the drums continue to beat out their rhythm, knowing He watches her, unable to ignore the fire in her belly which flickers to life once more, mirroring the heat of the fire's blaze, capturing her kneeling form within its caress
her submission rising to the surface as quickly as the exploding embers, fighting the call of her slavery but realizing the pain of her loss of freedom will never match the glory of being owned ... a slight whimper escapes her lips once more as the light of dozens of torches cast a luminous glow on trembling flesh, delicate hands gliding up over heaving breasts as she slowly rises upward in her kneel, caressing and stroking inadvertently the perfect tawny buds
shuddering violently as she gives in to the call of her being, regarding roaming hands almost angrily as they move on their own accord, yet still they move ...
opening silken thighs wide, bright blue eyes glaze with lust, trembling fingers brazenly exposing moist slave heat, head falling back as auburn curls tumble down her back in suppressed desires
a wicked smile playing about the corners of ruby red lips as she reaches up and grabs the next set of beads, lifting head as gaze drops to the green beads of envy ...
the envy of not having a personal collar, of not being like her sisters who kneel at their love Master's feet or sit upon His lap, envy of lacking that relationship which she can give herself completely to One, envy of wanting to give of herself so completely, to trust once again ...
slowly bringing them up over her head, lowering them before flushed face, silver tears springing to blue gaze locked to the jaded beads as heart leaps to her throat, softly placing a kiss upon smooth surface before gently placing them before her in awe, dropping the beads as she drops her envy, knowing one day she too will be owned, that she too will call One "Master" and belong solely to Him, feeling that love well up inside kajira heart already, already seeing His face hovering in her mind's eye ...
sighing softly, rising back to stand upon knees as she looks down to the remaining beads hanging between full soft breasts, groaning softly as hands reflexively caress breasts, biting her lip, tasting the salty twang of her blood as she rises slowly, twining tiny hands into the strand of black beads ... the beads of death, the beads representing the encounter with another slave with the plague, knowing instant death awaits a girl that contracts the disease
