a fine sheen beginning to glisten across flushed skin, head falling forward framed by damp tendrils clinging to neck and flushed cheeks, arms pulling back, hands sliding around curved hips to pause, riding the steady, rhythmic dip and sway of feminine curves in motion, fingers curls and gather red silk along the backs of flexing thighs, holding it tight in small fists causing the fabric to stroke velvet skin with feather touches as they lift higher and higher to expose the evidence of a slave's helpless need
sinks slowly to soft knees, head dropping back to touch the floor, lithe body a tight bow, thighs parting reflexively wide as hips lift hungrily, thrusting upwards to his invisible touch, crying out as there is nothing but the fire threatening to consume, tears of frustration and hunger fill luminous eyes, rolling in hot streaks down flushed cheeks, fingers reaching up, closing over the steel locked around her throat, small fists clutching its hard edge, body arching and trembling as fingers claw futilely at it like a creature trapped, desperate to escape this torment, twisting and turning, fighting inner thoughts, trying to deny who and what she is
frustrated anger welling up like an angry storm, rolling suddenly to hands and knees, head dropping between trembling arms, hair falling in a tangled fiery mass, silks clinging to glistening body, pushing knees apart before crawling like a beast slowly across the floor of the invisible cage, the drums beating down as she fights to get up, to struggle against the power that enslaves, silver tears falling like rain drops, desperately lifting her head
able to feel him, sense him ... he is everywhere! turning quickly, heart pounding loudly in ears as invisible fingers rake gently down unmarred back, shoulders rolling at the touch, skin trembling and dancing beneath the touch before pulling up to knees once more, fingers tearing at the knot of confining silks, ripping them from trembling body, dark glazed eyes look to the Inn, body swiveling at the waist as once again a slender arm stretches out, fingers opening, begging, lips moving helplessly, silently ... "Please Master, PLEASE!"
drops on back to the floor helplessly, body writhing, opening, knees bending, lifting from the floor, hands closing to tight fists at heaving sides, back arching from the ground, seeing him in anguished mind, feeling his presence embrace and overwhelm, burning desires roar up within, wanting to give all yet fighting them still, cries at the fire, low and deep in slave belly, blazes white hot, silver tears flow freely in realization that there is no escape, face flushing in humiliation, turning away, unable to face the building need, trembling hips rise to the pull of unseen hands
whimpers, the lingering echo whispered in closed ears ... {What are you?} flinching visibly, hating the depth of her need, turning from him still, face pressed tight to the sand, the whisper never changing, merely repeating again and again ... {What are you?} as the memory of each touch and caress floods between silken thighs once again, body quivering at the memories, palms flattering out at heaving sides, whimpering blinding need to him, her own whispers finally break the silence ... "Please, Master"
{What are you?} and she can resist no more ... "SLAVE!! slave ... slave ..." without warning the words pour from within her heart and soul, not seeing his smile, the satisfaction of her words, knowing only the powerlessness, the need to be claimed, anger and rage gone, trembling in the knowledge of who and what she is and in the power of the Master watching, so real is his presence, so great her passion, so deep her submission
{la kajira}
Pole | Sa-eela | Seduction | Six-Thong | Submission | Tether | Tile (dual) |
Tile (single) | Veil | Whip |
