written by cyn
drawing in a deep breath, closing eyes as the sound permeates thick robes encasing my form, stopping in the middle of the tiles, veil lifting a bit with quickening breath, former self only a shadow beneath the glowing torch lights as I still in its embrace, all eyes upon the girl trapped in the robes of a Free, music beginning to swell as fingers of anticipation slide sensually up their backs, leaning forward in eagerness to watch, eyes snapping open, liquid pools of blue darkening, twirling away at the beat
quickly twirling across the floor as the music permeates my soul, feeling its beckoning lure to body that trembles beneath swirling robes, unable to see that which screams beneath what is before them as if the robes and veils can fool all but my heart, hands moving up to hide dark eyes, the sting of silver tears and biting cry trapped in my throat, the call of the music luring me back to the center of the floor, whirling in a mass of thick fabric clinging in betrayal to trembling curves
panting breath almost making it unbearable beneath heavy veils, hips starting to rock beneath the gentle call of the lute, the kalika seemingly stroking trembling flesh hidden from their view, stopping in mid twirl, fighting the urge to lift slender arms, blue eyes widening as my veiled and robed form is reflected back in the taut stretch of the window, gazing at the unknown reflection that hides the girl inside, hiding her heart beneath robes and veils that feel so wrong, twirling away in a swirl of robes
kicking off the dainty slippers that adorn tiny feet, the soft rustle of something suddenly chiming clearly upon her ankles, eyes widening at the unmistakable sound of slave bells as I turn across the floor, fingers sliding up concealing robes to slender neck encased beneath, gasping softly to feel hard steel, crying out as I turn across the tiles, feeling the freedom of bare feet upon the floor, the sweet chime of slave bells now unmistakably clear
swirling across the floor, crying out as the hidden fire within rages white-hot, slave heart wildly beating in hopes to fly freely beneath their gaze and then at the sudden clash of the tambor, rips away the hated veils, thrusting fingers into bound curls that tumble down in waves of molten lava across rolling shoulders, soft gasps and cries of approval at my revealed face, moist berry lips parted in anticipation
dark sapphire gaze bright with the fire raging white-hot beneath, tossing head back as the air of freedom kisses flushed features, slender arms falling from the heavy robes as they lift above unbound curls, wrists kissing back to back as I twirl in relief before them, robes lifting to reveal slave bells locked around dainty ankles and the lean curve of a well-tapered thigh, hating the heavy robes and the reflection that stares back at me
twirling before their gaze wantonly to the beat of the music, locking my gaze with One as the music crescendos to its climax, fingers brazenly moving up to rip the robes from trembling bond-maid form, their heavy cover falling open to reveal nude flesh heaving beneath their cover, temptingly begging for his touch, the kiss of night air bringing a soft cry of need forward, suddenly revealed to those that watch beneath loosely hanging torn fabric
shoulders roll as the music strums to an end, binding robes fall to slide sensually down bared arms, full breasts revealed to the soft cries of approval, achingly tight nipples begging for attention, the Free Woman gone as the robees pool at my feet, the feel of their gaze locked upon me, melting downward in a liquid pool of desire upon the tiles, silken thighs slowly parting wide to reveal my true reflection ... the slave within, branded bond-maid, collared beast
{la kajira}
Untitled | Wounded Heart |
