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| thick lashes lift slowly, eyes of blue dancing across His handsome features, her fingers moving to the knot on her silks as she listens to Him� the feel is cool on her skin as they begin to slide off her shoulders� across her breasts, buds begin to stiffen, silken material floating caressing heated slave flesh as it settles about her bottom, resting against the furs, she smiles brightly looking to the sea chest then back to Him, her voice is soft yet filled with excitement as she whispers------- |
| my Master may a girl please use seven of the beautiful pieces of silk needing them for scarves-------- and Master, would You select 7 of Your favorite colors........................... Her Master opens his sea chest, removing pieces of colored silk, emerald, purlple, red, blue, lavender, pink and white, handing them to the enchanting girl. |
| fingers caress each veil as they drop laying across her thighs one at a time. then choosing colors carefully, she lifts one, tying it loosely around her wrist, then she ties one to the other wrist� she takes two more tucking them around each of her ankle bracelets, the material softening the jingling of her bells, she begins to stand slowly, taking the veils slipping the corners under her belly chain, two caressing each of the firm globes of her bottom, one resting just over her smooth mound-------- |
| rising up on tiptoes, small hands raised up toward the Gorean skies, her fingers snap as her arms begin to sway, to twirl, entwining among the other, her heart races, soft bells singing as her feet lift and lower faster in an exotic movement, her toes pointed as they raise, thigh muscles taunt as her form exposes before Him with the sway of the veils movements floating about her body, teasing her flesh as the tempo builds |
| making her way to the sand pits, wrapping tiny fingers around the thickness of the pole, fingers brush against the loops that hold the chains, long red nails tap lightly, her skin tingles, hips swaying, teasing the pole that has bound her in the past, finger tips drag slowly down it, then grip, she leans away and sways around the pole once, then twice, twirling round and round--------- |
| eyes closing, she thinks of Him, her body grows tense, a slow drum beats, becomes louder and louder from somewhere far off, her bells ring softly as the spin slows, she looks to the pole as she has never looked to her Master, yet she sees Him there, strong, unbending, her fingers tighten, squeezing the pole, then slowly they climb up higher higher until her arms are stretched up over her head, her body stiff, pressing against the unyielding power of strength ----- |
| beating of her heart begins to pound, the noise echoing through her ears, she squeezes against the pole tighter, her fingers turning white as she struggles, wanting to shake it, to make it feel the heat of her body, to feel the way her heart pounds against heated slave flesh, she presses tightly to it, her hips grinding, her need raising yet the pole, as He does, remains motionless, causing her to cry out as her body writhes against it, screaming for it, Him, to notice her----- |
| beginning to lighten her grip, to stroke the pole that rests between her outstretched finger tips, to roll her hips, then press her flattened belly against the pole again and again, stiff buds stand up against the firm mounds of her breasts, they rise and fall with the movements of her, struggling to catch her breath, she circles one leg around the pole, her hips grinding, crying out notice her, desire her, need her, moaning, louder, the pole, as Him, still unmoved----- |
| turning away and pressing back against the cool wood, her hips swaying, she unties one veil from her wrist, flinging it into the air, then she does the other, throwing the silks high, she bends deeply pressing her bottom against the pole, fingers tips pulling each veil from her ankle she tosses them upward also, then turns as she stands and again grips the pole, her body shouting notice her�she begins to spins round and round the pole--- |
| sliding all the way down the pole, moving into the sand, she rolls on her belly, pulling each of the veil from the chain encircling her waist, caressing her bottom, she then rolls to her back, her legs lay to each side of the pole, she arches up, pulling her self into a Gorean bow then finger tips pull roughly the last veil free, exposing her heat, offering herself to the unbending pole as she has Him again and again, still the pole remains motionless--- |
| collapsing into the furs, tears streaking down her face, she rolls to her belly and begins to crawl back to His furs, no longer adorned with the beautiful silk, just a simple girl, heated in desire, flush, struggling to even breathe as once more she finds herself at His feet at His mercy, at His every slightest whim, her fingers curl around His ankles, her lips pressed to His boots, her slender form trembles before Him, her Master, her world����.. |
| Danced by briena_LA for her Master in private |
| Veil Dance |