written by cyn
slender trembling fingers move up to lovingly stroke his steel, the mere touch igniting the flames of the fire that belongs to him alone, taking a deep calming breath as lashes flutter open, lifting her gaze to his furs, in her mind's eye his handsome form suddenly appearing there, piercing gaze watching her every move, encouraging her to dance for his pleasure ... to shine ... to be his pride, no matter where he might be, head bowing forward, his steel tightening naturally about her neck, a constant reminder of who and what she is, steel hammered within steel, bound by both her slavery and the love for him that overwhelms her soul
the beat of the drum begins suddenly, filling the room, echoing the strong beat of slave heart ... impassioned features lift to him watching in her mind's eye, the unfaltering desire to have him find her pleasing revealed completely as the drum stops and then, almost as quickly, begins again at a faster pace, stretching upwards in her kneel as right hand snakes out to the side, dancing through the air seductively then instantly, joined by her left, wrists delicately twirling and dipping as hands make their way before her, looking to them, stretching piteously, longing for what isn't there
closing eyes tightly to shut out thoughts of another serving his pleasure, of his smile washing over one that is not her, his steel glinting around a different neck, crying out as silver tears race unchecked down flushing face as fingers fly to his steel, clawing at it in desperation, the unforgiving metal rigid against trembling fingers and with a sob, rises to twirl away, desperate to leave insecurities and doubts behind, feeling them breathe heavily upon trembling flesh, tangled in tortured soul, the soft flutes and strings of the kalika soothing as long lashes flutter closed, wrapping slender arms around trembling form in a pitiful attempt to protect what is so soft and vulnerable
and then, with a barely audible whimper, slender arms rise to nestle fingertips into the avalanche of unbound curls, sighing as she tries to shake the weight of her fears, only being able to imagine how it will be to finally be free to the joy unbounding in the glory of being owned completely by him, twirling once more, the inkling of knowing what it will be to finally gaze upon his face, wondering if she will truly be able to dance before him or if, in awe, be struck still
her thoughts in the aching desire to gloriously be before him, the tremble of its magnitude washing over trembling form as she falls to knees before the One she loves so vividly there in her mind's eye, imagining his gaze boring into owned quivering flesh as the music fades, knowing that no matter where he may be or the distance between them now that she is owned completely with total obedience and utter surrender, pressing flushed face to the softness of his furs as her soul flies trembling form to that place before him where she belongs, eternally devoted ... forever his!
{la kajira}
Denial | Element | Kajuralia Day | Love & Devotion |
Of her Longing | Untitled | Wounded Heart |
