peeking out from beneath long lowered lashes, her gaze unable to tear from His as slim fingers tighten around the next set of beads, not having to look, knowing they are blue ... blue for the power of a Master, for the power He has over a girl, the power His gaze has upon her now ... looking finally at the beads, realizing they stand for something that has been long missing from her life, lifting them from her neck, soft hair brushing against heated nipples causing a groan to be torn from slightly parted lips
running the beads over lithe body, finally to stop at quivering slave heat, shivering at the heady sensations caused by the simple touch, finally lowering to trembling knees and laying them before her in hopes One will, someday, pick them up and claim this girl for His own, claim this girl to belong to Him alone, claim this girl to be all she is inside ... a slave to His every whim!
bending low as silver tears of hope spring forth in luminous blue eyes, her forehead gently pressing to the unyielding ground, whispering a soft prayer that He will come and claim her totally, that he will come and take her slave heart and make her bend to His will ... heart, mind, body, and soul
a soft sigh escaping full lush lips as she lifts once more to a kneel, fingers slowly grasping the last set of beads, red for her heart ... red for her love ... red for kajira body that is filled with so much love and passion bottled inside, ready to share and give completely to He that would claim her ... cradling them close in delicate palms, brushing them against a soft cheek, pressing them to trembling lips, showering them with soft kisses
draping them slowly around each nipple, envisioning His lips, a slight moan escaping slightly parted lips, pressing them to wildly beating heart, letting them drape down lithe body, slipping down between honey-glistening folds, teasing before slowly raising them high, mouthing a silent plea to the Priest Kings to have mercy on a mere slave girl
letting them drop to lay within the circle of the blue ones, hoping one day He will come and know her true heart and passion, the accept the love she offers this night ... silken thighs parting reflexively wide as back arches gracefully, full soft breasts moving gently with each baited breath she takes, fingertips brushing across the tops of parted thighs, coming to rest palms up, open and vulnerable, dark lashes fluttering down over brilliant blue eyes as she softly whispers ...
"la kajira"
Newly-Collared | Panther | Pole | Sa-eela | Seduction |
Six-Thong | Submission | Tether | Tile (dual) |
Tile (single) | Veil | Whip |
To my sister, donna, for her inspiration and research on the meaning of the beads. Without her, this dance could not have been written.
