| Dance to the Whip |
| cascading golden tresses, shimmering in the warm lustre of the room light as she twirls her voluptuous figure towards the inviting Masterly pole, soft music begins... soft sparkling gem like pools dance round the room, turning her head, pressing her warm cheek upon the glacier metal as delicate fingers crawl, grasping tightly, enveloping the pole with sweet scented palms... a deep fire burning within her soul, grinding her firm shapely hips against the Masterly material, sweet slave heat moist with honey, twirling faster, accelerating in small circles, dainty toes kicking in the warm soft sand... smooth, velvety moist tongue dancing over warm crimson quivering lips, feeling her slave heat moisten as she twists her curvaceous figure round the glacier metal, a soft whimper of ecstasy escaping her warm lips, hearing the sweet music accelerate... bending from her slender waist, allowing her arm to reach to the warm sand, delicate fingers stroking the warm grains, taking light hold of the warm leather bringing it to crimson lips, kissing the solid handle... a gentle flick of her fragile wrist, a soft crack echo through the room, a warm sensual shiver flowing through her voluptuous form, her slave heart pounding and dancing with fire... gracefully falling to the grains of sand, cracking the heavy leather whip high above her golden head, before feeling the sharpness upon her lustrous flesh, a whisper escaping moist quivering lips, as her voluptuous body twists at the Masterly touch of leather... seductively rising upon light heels, forcefully taking hold of the cool metal, another loud crack is felt upon her delicate form, allowing a scream escape gritted teeth as she twirls faster round the pole, her slave heat burning deep within her soul, firm shapely hips gyrating against the glacier metal, her honey smeared upon the pole, as another crack is felt... delicate fingers lose grip of the leather as it falls into the sand, taking light grip with both palms to the pole, lowering her voluptuous form swaying her tight lil butt seductively as the music slows... golden tresses fall over soft sparkling gem like pools, slowly twisting her curvaceous figure round the Masterly pole, rising to her light heels, twisting and twirling, kicking the sand with dainty toes... breathing rapidly, heartbeat dancing, feeling the slave heat flow within her, soft gems glance round the room, piercing love to Aall before falling into the the sand as the music fades. |
| (written on 22-12-04) |
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