The Five Minute Dance
Written by fyregarnet
November of 2001
The dances of fyregarnet{R} continue...
fyregarnet{R} lifts to small feet kicked free of slippered shoes of brightest blue.  Turning from the furs, shoots the handsome Master an angelic smile, frought with need ~

fyregarnet{R} 's hips sway senuously beneath the flickering gold shot red silks, reminiscent of the she-larl's prowl, padding across the cool stones of the floor. The rushing joy of her slave heart shining with brilliance in darken blue eyes ~

fyregarnet{R} dances with feline grace, shapely legs move sinuously across the room. Gossamer silks shimmer, press lightly against satin smooth skin.  Sizzling within the hearth, the flame's light enjoys caressing the curves of her body. She steps with bare feet sliding over the sands, bare toes digging within ~

fyregarnet{R} kneels upon the  sand, huddled against the grains. The haunting music of His voice enlaced in soul, soaring across nerve endings, thrumming deep within heart ~

fyregarnet{R} surges upward as if a wind of fresh sweetness swirls like a twister, dipping, twirling, a whirlwind  blowing  around Him. Slender hands, gentle as a breeze, beg to be drawn together  in a mere whisper of motion, sealing a girl's fate ~

fyregarnet{R} drifts upon a long soft zephyr of breath to kneel before Him. Silks cling to trembling petiteness, alluring hips tempest in their  provocativeness.  Shudders ripple like a chinook down delicate spine,  shaking sweet curves of sensual slave flesh.  A girl's desire, like a  storm gale,  flashes across heart-shaped face. Darken pleading eyes lift to Him, a blush paints cheeks flush under His knowing gaze ~

fyregarnet{R} flows as a summer breeze, swirling low to the ground.  The winds of mastery sweep over the whispers of fear in the canyon of a slave's heart ~

fyregarnet{R}'s slender  crossed wrists reach forth to Him, a caress of a gentle breeze floats a girl's submission to Him, a plea brushing against His ears. "Master!...please!..this girl is yours!"
This dance was a task set by Master Ramos prior to His collaring of this slave. His command was to create a dance, whose length was only 5 minutes long. This included start, finished times and time used to pause between postings . Never had this girl ever worked so hard on timing.. Can.you tell if she succeeded!!????
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