| raine dances... |
...slinks low to tiles lying bare back to cool smoothness while auburn fire pools outward in warm halo about her, emerald eyes closing as arms wrap slim waist in tight hug before knees draw up, turning her toward left side into a curl of small bud while one hand slaps to the floor with loud crack matching her cry, haunting tones of czehar pluck jarring her body in writhing response... ...slowly rolls in frustrated need, thrusting hips against hard floor as she turns flat to belly before lifting slowly to knees while head rises in full sway from right shoulder to left, hands reaching high overhead till she crumbles back to tiles in quivering mass of yearning slut, solitude building her need as nails scrap along merciless ground... ...hums softly along as flutes join the harsh blend of drums and czehar to bring lyrical harmony, kalika adding to sweet melody as she rises to twirl in joyous freedom from the torment that held her so deeply. Steps lighter than air as she runs left only to stop as hands touch flat to some wall... some barrier there before her, eyes wide to have not seen it before... ...runs to opposite side only to find same boundary behind her hands, fingers walking along its confines as mind registers the meaning. Approaching noise bringing her dancing forward, evidence along front gate only to have shoulders drop as she rolls along the side once more, listening as sounds trail off into unknown distance, a slut not chosen this time... ...dreams of arms reaching forward with wrists strung tight, fibers binding each to the other as another leashes her to the Master leading her forward from small confines. Small feet dance with joy until hazel gaze peers down as she wakes to see hands part, not at all bound, not at all leashed... she flees back inside, falling, to cry as nails once more clutch along the floor... ...lifts her head, rushing quickly to kneel over parted thighs as blades leave searing trails on her flesh. Flinching twice more as tender skin tastes the incentive of this Master to please and please well, slender back straightening while thighs part even more in hopes of being the one chosen to dance before men tonight... ...gasps in a breath at immediate heat engulfing such a beast, so much need flaming within to be thrust to her knees at the feet of men, the bark of Master commanding her dance unheard as succulent curves begin serpentine lift from the floor toward one then another while brilliant reddish mane fans about her in a peek-a-boo curtain... ...undulates belly, coming close enough to promise the delights of her flesh only to dart away leaving delicious cinnamon scent in her wake as cymbals mark each step of small feet on the tiles, hips matching tabor's beat while she slithers with the promise of untold delights breasts and belly swaying in opposite direction to tantalize as hazel gaze seeks her Master... ...rolls to the floor, thighs swaying wide as feral beast presents all she is to the one that owns her, need to be found pleasing running deep within her as belly tightens to sway hips left and right while shoulders ease back, lifting breasts in salacious offering while hands reach forward to him, his beast urged on as gaze feasts hungrily... ...cries out as music's end urges the blood in her veins, hips humping forward as she nears him in desperate crawl setting mouth over feet with begging kisses, yearning to be touched, pleading in need as she quivers in breathless want of him... "this beast is yours, please use her, Master" |
| Sa-eela Dance Enacting slavery through dance - August 2006 |
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