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Lifting to her feet, the slender girl moves to the center of the floor,, setting a large paga bowl filled with water to the ground. Stretching her lithe frame, her arms extend overhead as she awaits the begining chords of the music. Sensing that she is alone, she rises up on all fours her head turning quickly from side to side like a she larl. She sees no one. . . her ears hear nothing. With silks clinging to her body's every movement, she rises back croched panther like, she stealthily moves around the ring, taking one step at a time, stopping, looking. Now rising up fully on her toes, looking all around. Feeling gree she spins once, twice, swiniging her arms out. Her face relaxes and she bends forward at her tiny waist, her body twisting as her eyes gaze about. Her spine straightens, eyes drift shut. A smile of serenity grasps her soul. Head tilting back, she arches her spine in a delicate curve. Suddenly her eyes snap open as she senses a large figure standing nearby. Fearing at first, she sees His gentle smile.. His warmth reaches out to her frozen heart. She reaches her hands toward the Master in a pleading motion. Her hips begin to sway seductively, exquisite breasts straining against soft silks, yearing to be free. The lithe curves of her body show through her silks with each movement. the backs of her hands caress satiny thighs gently moving the silks up and down. Her eyes lock onto the Master, as her hands trail up her body to vibrant curls. Lifting them high as her arms stretch overhead, exposing her elegant neck to Him. She lets the tendrils flow through her fingers and drop in a cascade down her back. Passion fills her eyes as she throws a smoldering look at this Master. His look inflames her body, she desires His touch to quench her fires. Now her eyes turn erotic as she runs her hands slowly from he rbelly to cup full breasts, turning in small steps on elegantly curved legs. She stops when her back is towards the Master. She spreads her legs wide apart, her hips swaying slowly in a hypnotic motion. Arching her spine, hands caress her buttocks through silks until they gather above tantalizing curves. Labored breathing leifts her breasts in a fascinating wave of motion. She begins humming a faint sirens song to entice Master's soul to find hers. Tnagling wrists in her hair she drops and dips her head slightly, her hair falling about her like a massive wave. Spinning on the ball sof her feet, she stands before the Master. Delicate fingertips trail up her arm to the disrobing knot. A gentle tug and the silks whisper down her slender body and pool at her feet. Slowly running the tip of her pink tongue over ful lips, she feels the need to release her barely controlled passion and her body flames with heat. Her feet beating a tattoo on the sands showing her fustration, she drops to her knees before the footed bowl of water. Slender hands lift the bowl as she rises again to stand with feet wide apart needing to cool her passion. She throws her head back arching her body, tippin gthe bowl and allowing the water to sluice down. Her breasts jut out, their nipples hardened in agony. The rivulets of water, running down her legs following each sensuous curve. She drops the bowl, keeping her eyes locked on the Master. Moving across the sands to Him, dragging each foot resolutely, her voluptious hips swaing erotically. She is drawn to Him, needing to submit to Him, her body will not relent. Lowering her body flat to the sands, placing a well defined cheek atop His boot, turning her head slightly, she lands a soft sugary kiss there, her every movement proclaiming that she is slave. |
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