Dance of Love of her Master

 The leader of the musicians waiting off to the side of the room. Softly padding into the great hall, low on her hips is a diaphanous dancing skirt a chain drapes loosely around her waist, dangling from the chain is tiny bells. Resting over her shoulder almost covering this girls sultry curves is a small piece of fabric. Soft blue eyes gaze around the room full of honored Guests. On the forefinger and thumb of the right and left hand there are a pair of finger cymbals attached. Tiny bells adorn her ankle. her heart beating rapidly. He then, for two or three minutes, played soft, full melodious tunes, sensuous, inviting tunes. The rhythm washes over this girl, she feels her body aching to move to the soft tunes, she waits, her heart pounding her eyes widening before her lashes slowly flutter shut kissing her cheeks. There comes a loud clap from the leader, her heart pounds and her eyes fearful open. One hand curled as if a flower slowly creeping up her side grazing over her breast as it glides over her shoulder caressing her cheek, dragging through her silken tresses high above her head. The cymbals touch one another, a soft ring resounds through the great hall….

Lifting a  leg pointing the toe to the cool sand gently shaking it the soft sound of tiny bells can be heard over the hushed tones of the room. Swaying with the music, her hair caresses her back as it billows around her shoulders. As if possessed, this girls hips softly begin to roll from side to side. her other hand creeping up over her flat belly, slowly slipping between the valley of her full breasts, as they creep upwards her fingers softly caress her cheek, slipping through her chestnut tresses, her hand coiling around the other like a snake. The music possesses this girl’s soul and both cymbals resting upon her trembling fingers resound through the great hall. This girls shoulders gently lift and fall. The beat of the drum starts low. her hips sway shifting from side to side as her belly rolls. The music quickens its pace. A need burns within this girl, desire show upon the contours of her face. The emotions running through this girl leave her on shaky legs, lowering to her knees this girls shoulders still rolling as she tries to shake off the conflicting yearnings. her head falls back. Like a pillow of chestnut curls her hair cushions her head. her hands moving above her head, moving gracefully, sliding together, they move enticingly begging Y/you to follow. One hand snaking down the other arm, slipping over her collar down over her full breasts, as the tiny buds reach to the moons of Gor…..

Tugging gently at the hem of the tiny piece of cloth laying across her heated flesh. Dragging it across her honey colored skin. The soft whisper of fabric swirls around her breasts hardening her buds. Now a deep rosy color as they ache for a strong touch. Arching her back as her icy fingers nip at her hardened buds. her head pressing into the cool sand as her shoulders roll her buds slip from and return to her fingers. This girl’s hands move high, reaching to the skies, a soft ringing is heard in a pause of the music. The beat changes again to yet a faster pace. Lifting herself with the quickening roll of her shoulders, moving from her knees to her toes fluidly never losing the rhythm that is drumming through her. Hips roll as in isolation from the rest of her body. As her hips move this girl feels the fire burning with in her slowly spreading. Shaking her head in a flurry of curls she moves around the pit, pausing at the edge the music becoming wild. This girl’s movement matching the melody, her feet rooted to her spot, moving as caught in a whirl wind as her hair sweeps the ground. her rask waving high in the air shifting her knees her firm round rask shifting begging to have strong hands cupping it pulling it to a hard body. Lifting her head her silken tresses fall around her in a tangled disarray.  A tear slipping down her flushed cheek……

Hands coiling above her head cymbals ringing out to the beat of the drums. The beat pulses through her, this girl’s heart matching the rhythm. The sultry music has her body swaying with it. This girl moves to the opposite side of the pit rooting herself again at the edge deep pools of blue gazing around the hall. Feeling many eyes upon her flaming body, yet not seeing them at all so lost in the seduction of the music. Small shaky fingers lower to her honeyed thighs, turned palm up in total submission. A deep burning desire to display her want, need and devotion to her beloved Master. A shiver runs through her as she slips the backs of her fingers over the toned muscles of her thighs. As her fingers move over her heated silken flesh the flaming desires inside of her seems to follow the path that her fingers are taking, she burns, yearning to give totally of herself to her beloved Master. Hips rolling as fingers hesitate then trembling they move again ever so slowly as a kiss to her flesh. Gasping as she feels the flames inside her burn higher at her own touch. With a soft escape of breath this girls back arches. her fingers move beneath her full breasts, a small groan escapes her full lips and she catches her bottom lip between her teeth. her head falls back her fingers slowly make their way around her breasts…

Slowly her lip slides from between her pearly white teeth. While her fingers slip up the sides of her breasts moving over the full rise of them, grazing each nipple licking her lips as each nipple becomes a tight taut little bud. A soft moan of desire escapes her parted lips. Fingertips lingering at the buds her desire fully evident in them, her fingers flicking across them with the pounding beat of the drum echoes of the one in her heart. The rolling of her hips pause suddenly with each flick across her hardened nipples. The beat of the drum and the rhythm of the music slows and this girl is caught in the tender memories of her Master’s hands caressing her soft body in the dark of the night. Tender memories that help her heart to slow and her ragged breathing to even her crimson lips curl into a warm smile as the memories of her Master’s tender hands flood her being and the fire burning within her once again takes over this girl’s body. her toes curl into the sand of the pit and feeling her soul giving into the desires of the flesh her body begins to glisten as she moves, undulating, enticingly, her hips begin to roll once more, this time more slowly as in her mind her Master’s hands rest upon her hips. she brings her hands up…

The finger tips once again grazing over her body, this time they are her Master’s fingers. Teasing her as they make her body shudder in delight as they pass over the swell of her mound, up over the flatness of her belly, she gasps as once more her fingers lightly touch the bottoms of her breasts. her hands, His, as the move to cup them, tender at first then more forcefully they squeeze each one. All at once her hands move from her breasts up over her collar quickly lacing through her hair and raising it off her shoulders, her hips beginning to roll once again as the music quickens it’s beat.  She lets her hair escape her fingers the cymbals glint though her chestnut hair as it falls in warm waves over her glistening body, down her back like a waterfall in the river on it’s path to the Thasis.   her hips seductively rolling back and forth never losing the beat always keeping the rhythm of the music as it coaxes her into a dance of sultry seduction.  Dark lashes frame her crystal blue eyes that are glazed now with deep desire as in her mind she dances only for her Master. The One that each beat of her heart is for and with each breath that she takes she offers a prayer that she would always please Him and honor him with even each of these movements….. 

her hands move down over her silken flesh, tendrils of her chestnut locks stick sweetly to her glistening flesh. A tendril curls around each nipple making her heart race as in her mind it is her Master’s precious lip. Like a wood nymph she entices each eye to turn to watch her and as they fall upon her sensually writhing form T/they become enthralled and mesmerized by her grace and the devotion of her heart displayed in her dance.  Throwing her head back and with small graceful movements of her ankles the sweet slave bells that adorn them, glistening in the fire light, the soft tinkling of the bells adding a seductive note to the music. The drums seeming to be the masculinity of her Master and as the beating of the drums wash over her mingling with the tinkling of the little silver bells her hands slip down over her body. The cymbals on her fingertips chiming in now and then as her hands caress her body. Moving back down over the swell of her breasts. This one can feel her nipples pucker and tighten under the palms of her hands. All the while her hips sway in dance, her hands travel lower over the flatness of her belly grazing over the sapphire that she has placed in her naval for the dance….

 The gem also glistening in the firelight as her hips sway to and fro never stopping. her feet always keeping the bells ringing.  her hands slip down over the slight bulge of her mound, lightly caressing it’s smooth softness. The cymbals slip from her fingers and fall to the ground at her feet as the fingers of her right hand slowly slip between her petals and she trembles as a finger tip lightly grazes her pearl. Aching for her Master to pleasure Himself with this girl, weak in the knees this girl lowers her small frame to her knees. Resting back upon her heels her fingers slide up the inside of her warm thighs softly gasping at the touch of her fingers spreading her thighs achingly wide and offering to her beloved Master all that is His, the tips of her fingers spreading her slave lips as a shudder runs through her body. her pearl glistening for Him, He who commands her heart body and soul. Holding her arms before her crossing her wrists, her deepest desire to be pleasing to her Master, taking a ragged breath, with passion from her quivering lips...La Kajira