*sleen steps to the center of the sandpit...hips swaying wantonly beneath the golden silks...an extra little umph in her steps, causing the hem of the silks to sway, a shimmer of silvery sounds filling the air as the slavebells chime sweetly...stretching out one slim, sunkissed arm, she grasps the pole with a delicate hand...tiny feet planted on either side of the pole, she leans back, full breasts thrusting forward, turgid nipples clearly outlined by the delicate silks as her back arches like a bow...her head falling back, long, black silky hair streaming down to sweep at the sand by her feet...dark eyes heat as they drift over the Tavern...waiting for the music to begin...*
*the tabor and czehar begin to play...the steady beat low and throbbing...the melody plucked by the czehar...then joined by a flute...her hips begin to sway...curving around the pole...her hand grips the pole tighter and she pulls herself up...rubbing sinuously against the tall, hard pole...feeling it slowly warm as she presses warm, generous curves to it...her head tosses back, hair swirling around her body...she closes her thighs around the pole, cradling it by her slaveheat...a low moan pouring from her slender throat as she feels the hardness cool against her heat...*
*long, sooty lashes drift down over dark eyes as she dances against the pole...heat flushing her cheeks...her slaveheart beating fast and loud...filling her ears...tiny hands stroke up and down the pole...feeling the smoothness...the hardness beneath her palms...in her mind, it becomes the Master...dancing before, she takes a step back...head tilting...dark eyes glancing up at the pole beneath long lashes...flirting with it, she tosses her head, shivering gently as long, silky strands of ebony hair slithers down her back...cool against her heated flesh...*
*she strokes a delicate hand down the pole, feeling it warm beneath slender fingers, as her hips move from side to side...teasing this tall, strong Master...she shimmies her hips as the tempo of the music slowly increases...then reaches back...delicate fingers weaving into her hair...flinging it back...then slowly stroking down her body...pressing the golden dancing silks to generous curves...hips curving up and down...tracing a sinuous figure 8 in the air...small hands stroke down over full breasts, nipples a dark shadow beneath the silks...circle her slender waist...then stroke down softly rounded hips...turning in a slow circle before the pole, she arches her back, pressing the firm curve of her rask to the pole...gently rubbing it against the hardness...feeling it rest between the cleft of her ass...*
*facing the pole once more, delicate hands play with the hem of her dancing silks...the bells chiming wildly as she slowly lifts the hem...then lowers it...then lifts it higher...teasing...lush lips curving softly as dark eyes heat, slowly...so slowly...raising the hem of her silks as her hips continue to sway in a slow, seductive rhythm...the short, silky curls at the apex of her thighs are revealed...her thighs parting wide as she thrusts her hips forward...showing the gleaming pink petals of her slaveheat...she lets the hem of her silks swirl back into place as she throws back her head, a low, throaty laugh pouring from lush lips as she whirls away from the pole...*
*as she turns in fast circles...she reaches up and slowly unties her silks...letting them swirl down her body as they fall into a golden puddle by her tiny feet...turning back to the pole...she raises her slender arms into the air...swaying before it...her body feeling even more heated with the removal of her silks...breath coming quickly...slaveheart pounding...she grasps the pole, and pulls her body to it...brushing aching nipples over the smooth, cool surface...seeking a return of heat...arching back, her slavebelly presses to the pole, warming it with her own flesh...then leans farther back...shuddering as the hard pole strokes between the swelling petals of her slaveheat...*
*moaning low in her throat as her hips thrust up and down...coating the pole with her sweet nectar...the cool pole becoming hot and hard between her slender, golden thighs...she sinks to the ground before the pole...leaning forward...pressing her cheek to it...rubbing against the heated hardness...delicate nostrils flaring as she scents her own arousal...lost in her slave heat, she writhes on the sand...each individual grain seeming to stroke against her heated flesh as she rubs up against the pole again and again...*
*tiny hands fist, pounding on the sand in frustration...unable to find relief from this fever that grips her body...she crawls to the pole...kneeling up, sliding her sweat-slicked body up and down its length...then arching back, her body becoming a heated bow on the sand...the pole thrusting up between widespread thighs...hot and hard against her slaveheat...her hips arch up and down...stroking against it...until, exhausted, she collapses in a heap at the base of the pole, breath coming in loud gasps...slaveheart pounding...her body curls around the pole, one small hand stroking up and down, fisting around it...she simply surrenders to her slaveheat, knowing she will find no release from this Master...that this Master is as cruel and cold as it is tall and strong...as this realization swells within her, the music comes to an end...leaving a heavy silence broken only by the harsh breaths gasping from her lush lips and the wild beating of her slaveheart...*