*sleen crosses the sand, stepping to the center of the sandpit...posing, slender, goldedn arms stretch overhead, as she presses her wrists loosely together...softly rounded hips slant as she rests her weight on one tiny foot, lush lips curving into a small smirk...her dark eyes lift...opening wide...confident in her beauty...her desirability as a kajira...she begins to move slowly as the tabor begins to beat...hips swaying...full breasts bouncing lightly, dark nipples hardening as they brush against the delicate material of her golden silks...*
*her mind drifts as her body follows the rhythm of the music...the flute joining the tabor...thinking of her time in the Tavern...the many Masters Who have desired her beauty...feeling safe and secure in her Tavern ko'lar...able to be wanton and beautiful, but owned by no Man...she lifts to her toes and turns a slow circle...lips curving as her silks float high...swirling around her waist in a shimmer of sound from the bells sewn into the hem of the silks, revealing the curve of a firm, round ass...a glimpse of the pink petals of her slaveheat, quickly hidden as the golden silks sink back into place...dark eyes drift closed as she continues to slowly dance...long, sooty lashes forming dark crescents against delicately flushed cheeks...*
*suddenly...her heart skips a beat...as on the inside of her lids she seems to see the outline of a tall, strong Master...seeing Him, the confidence and power that He exudes...her lush lips curve into a knowing smile as her hips pick up speed...delicate hands move through the air in a graceful dance...fluttering her long lashes, she looks up at Him...flirting...tossing back her long, silky hair...feeling the way the river of ebony falls down to swirl around her slender waist...beckoning as she dances...knowing no One can resist her kajira charms...her ramberry lips pout softly as He seems to shake His head at her...yet, inwardly, she laughs...knowing He will soon beg for her attentions...*
*dancing...she sees days fly by in her mind...this mysterious Master returning...yet never taking her...she pouts as she watches Him favor first one sister...then another...yet never her...her dark eyes flash...anger fills her heart...she lifts to her toes and spins another circle, hair and silks flying, swirling around her lush curves...her motions quicken with anger as she sees Him ignoring her...having her serve Him food and drink...yet never bestowing a word or look of praise or kindness...uncertainty lifts its head...but she squashes it...knowing herself to be beautiful...desirable...seeing herself serving Others...kneeling at Their side as They stroke her hair...soaking in Their praise...yet never gaining His...*
*her slender arms cut through the air...her softly rounded hips move more sharply...motions losing some of their grace as she watches Him...uncertainty fills her...confusion as she watches Him...His gaze full of rebuke as He watches her, rather than the approval...and lust...she is used to...she shakes her head, eyes flashing her anger...yet she feels the pull of His eyes...of Him...she watches herself serving Him...pouring on every ounce of charm...each movement dictated by her training...yet He does not respond...she arches her body...thrusting forth her full breasts...swaying her hips wantonly...yet He never looks her way but to rebuke...her anger heats her body, yet she struggles to contain it as she moves across the sand...*
*angrily she listens to her sisters talk about this Man...about His strength...His kindness...His mastery...she refuses to look at Him...yet cannot help herself...her dark eyes follow His every movement, even as her mind tells her not to...to be angry...the heat of her anger rises ever higher, yet she feels her body betraying her...her nipples hardening to pebbles...she feels the moisture of her slavesex as she watches Him...her body undulates as she turns a slow circle...trying to entice...yet she sees Him turn away...she tries to silence an inner voice that tells her she deserves no more...*
*uncertainty slows her motions...draining away her grace...her beauty...her body moves stiffly even as she feels her slaveheat rising...stumbling, she falls to the sand, tears spring to her eyes as she rolls over it...feeling it fill her hair...streak her precious silks...raging inwardly, she undulates over the ground...then gasps in shock as she sees Him standing over her...reaching down to strip away her silks...telling her she deserves none until she can prove to Him that she is a kajira...tears of anger flow down her cheeks...her lush body writhes across the sand...seeking to escape from this Master who sees to her soul...*
*yet, something calls her back...perhaps the challenge...perhaps her need...perhaps her very being...bellying across the sand...she undulates on the sand before Him...moaning softly as she feels her body's heat...knowing that she needs Him...His approval...His Mastery...she writhes on the sand at His feet, lush curves pressing into the sand...the individual grains seeming to bite into her flesh as she plumbs the depths of her slaveheart...finding the truth...that her beauty is only that of a kajira...that her pride and fear of true submission has made her less than her most untrained sister...feeling the truth of this in the deepest, darkest part of her slaveheart...*
*tears stream down her cheeks as she writhes before Him...her body supplicating...her moans low and beseeching...begging to be forgiven for her false pride...for her lack of true understanding...her body rolls in the sand...tiny hands stroking up and down her slaveflesh...fingers moving down, over her flat stomach, parting the smooth, glistening petals of her slavesex...opening herself to Him...displaying herself for His pleasure...rolling to her hands and knees, she arches her back, lifting the curve of her ass high into the air...begging to be used and taken for His needs, not hers...she wags her hips through the air...not caring if her movements are smooth and practiced...only that they are pleasing to this Master...*
*sobbing as He makes no move towards her, she settles back to her knees...desperate...dark eyes wild as she struggles to find a way to gain His approval...she turns towards Him...eyes wide and beseeching...leaning forward between widespread thighs, she presses her slavebelly and full breasts to the sand...feeling the grains biting into her flesh...she tugs at His boot as she turns her head to the left, sweeping her heavy hair to the side, her right cheek resting on the ground...delicate hands slowly lift His boot and rests it against her slender, exposed neck...feeling the weight of His boot on her neck, she rests her arms against the long line of her body...dark eyes closing...she shudders as she feels His hand rest against her head, then stroke through her hair...a feeling of peace and calm enters her slaveheart as she whispers...*
la kajira