Rising with feminine grace the girl weaves her way in and out of the low tables and furs as she strides to the Dance Pit with confidence. The fires cast a Rosey hue over her naked flesh draped in a sheer long flowing material that dances loosely about her sashaying hips. As grass stained feet gently sink into the tiny golden granuals, a melody of light hearted giggles bubbles out from petal soft lips.
The girl casts a smouldering look
over a milky white shoulder in the direction of the Gardens, hazel
eyes glow with unspoken desires before her gaze slowly lowers and her
head turning to face the Dance Pit once again. Light steps barely
leave a trail of prints behind as she continues to the center of the
sands.
With each step closer, a
transformation begins to come over her.
her head lifts quickly. In an
almost arrogant fashion her hand flips the stray strands of golden
hair over shoulders that stiffen while back muscles tighten and
become more solid in form. Each step changing her into the
self-centered arrogant girl she once was.
On the first beats of the drums,
her head bows. Slowly her gaze turns towards the Branding Rack,
her curvacious body sways to the rythmic heart beat that seeps into
her. Grass-kissed feet lift and step in a small circle that follows
her gaze as she turns to the Great Room.
Graceful hands grip an
imaginary chain, arms move in sensuous, serpent like motions, slowly
pulling the links closer, feeling them caress down the front of her
gyrating body. Shoulders that have been gently loved by the sun roll
up and back with each pull on the imaginary chain. First the left
then the right.
Long dark lashes flutter down
to rest upon a calm face as hazel eyes close. Naturally pouty lips
curve into a sweet.. seductive smile.
she contemplates on the next
time she will get to manipulate.
Hazel eyes half-open and scan
the Room.
Who will give in to her this
time?
The soft wail of the pipes
entices the girl forward. With a the Attitude of a Snobish Urthan
Princess she regally walks out of the sands. The outline of her hips
can be seen underneath the sheer material, swaying in sensuous, undulating circles. Ample
breasts rise and fall hypnotically with each deliberately slow deep
breath.
As she nears the Masters and
Mistresses, twinkling eyes boldy meet first One then Another. Each
movement of her body Temptating Them.
Tantalizing Them.
Daring Them.
One foot steps in front of the
other and dimpled knees bend just enough for the girl's body to sink
into a deep curtsy before All.
Only at the last moment does
the insolent gaze drop.
And then, only for a brief
moment.
her mock curtsy done, she
rises up on the crescendoing pitch of the pipes.
With a playful wink she spins
away towards Others. her quick steps complimenting the soft
fluttering sounds of the pipes.
she stops and blows butterfly kisses only to spin away once more in a
swirl of material
that's so sheer, the black is
not recognizable in the firelight.
The music trails off as she
stops, in front of the doors leading into the Sand Pit, and turns to
face the Great Room.
The muscles in her legs
strain as with a feral grace she rises up upon the balls of delicate
feet and toes to the subdude intensity of the dreamlike serenade. The
girl's body arches causing full breasts to thrust forward and lift.
Long limber fingers comb
through blonde tresses, just to let the honey gold strands slip
between them.
Just as she has slipped through
so Many's fingers.
Those that watch in the Great
Room, go unnoticed by the girl.
So sure of what she believes to
be Freedom, giving her confidence.
The hauntingly erotic music
drifts about her, holding her aloft before easing back into the
shadows, watching her roll back down onto her feet and close glazed
hazel eyes.
The girl takes a step dreamily
forward, only to be quickly pulled back by an unseen Hand, causing uncertain feet to stumble backwards.
Fear-filled eyes fly wide open,
looking desperatly for a place to run as the music's tempo increases.
she spins to the left and
scurries into the far corner of the Dancing Pit.
Then to the right, stopping at
the edge of the sands. Searching frantically for safety from what she
insists is not for her.
The Hand returns with a firm grip in the
cascading tumble of dark blonde waves. It pulls until her milky white
neck is arched.. exposing her vulnerability. A silent anguished cry
is muffled by the crescendo of haunting music.
The Hand slowly pushes til the girl is turned
to face the One
The music takes a dramatic
plunge as she shakes her head almost violently in denial. The
frightened girl turns away and tries to flee again. her swift actions
only helping the Hand
tighten its grip, bringing her up onto trembling toes. her soft
supple body arches, following the commands the pain brings forth.
As the thundering sound of the
drums echo through out the Great Room, one foot rises out infront of
her, delicate toes pointed away from This One.
Refusing to submit, she tries
in vane one last time to flee. To slip through This One's Hand like so Many before, only to be
brought quickly to her dimpled, shaking, knees before the
One she Tempted and Tantalized one too
many times.
The One that accepted the challenge and took
the girl.
Under her chaotic and
frantic thoughts she is barely aware enough to feel the long flowing gown being ripped from her quivering body
as the drums beat in a soft hushed rythm.
The captured girl's hands are
brought behind to the small of her back where strong braclets,
matching her strength of spirit, are attached.
The once calm face is now
filled with fear and loathing. Not so timid hazel eyes glow,
rebellion and
hatred crystal clear.
With a proud tilt of her head,
she vows that *Never*
will she allow
One to rule her!
The music fades to silence for
a moment as the girl is left reflecting on the loss of what she
thought to be True
Freedom
Lifting her arms slowly to the
gentle caressing beat of the drums, hands that were once clenched
into fists now relax while the heavy iron bracelets are removed.
Tilting her head to the side,
normally soft and carefree hazel eyes darken with cold fire and glare
up at the One Who
would *Dare* try to Own her!!
The One looks down at her for a moment,
turns, then silently walks away, leaving her more confused than
before.
While looking around
uncertainly at the new and unfamilar surroundings, her aching body
carefully unfolds and one timid foot is placed on the floor before
her. Hugging the bent leg to her chest, rocking to the comforting
beat, she tries to feel reassured that she is still her own person as
she drifts into a fitful sleep.
The unfamilar weight of the
chain startles her into consciousness.
The music flows into a dark,
thoughtful melody as trembling hands pull at the links of the thick
chain that binds her to the slave ring as she searches for that one
weak link.
Refusing to touch the
ko-lar, hands encircle her creamy white
neck finding the one weak link. It is within the girl herself. With
that shocking realization, once proud shoulders slump sadly.
Hesisitantly she touches the
ko-lar. While lightly tracing each letter
of the engraved words, a weak voice chantingly repeats them inside
her head as quivering lips mouth them... "Property of ~LPR~"
As the music softly swells and
brightens she slowly raises her head proudly. Gradually she comes to
accept her new life. The voice strenghtens and continues the chant as
her knees part wide. she matures within the ko-lar as the music triumphantly resounds. A stronger voice
repeats the inscription and her back straightens proudly. Hands now
caress the chain, turning to wrap the links around her wrists.
Petal soft lips curve into
an enchanting smile as the Security, Comfort, Pride and *LOVE* is
felt from being wrapped in the chain;
~Her~ chain;
Within ~Her~ control; *
Owned* by ~Her~
Completely and Fully.
she giggles softly, finally
acheiving a sense of belonging as hazel eyes look fondly to the once
despised slave ring and see the flowers she had not noticed before.
The pipes play peacefully as
the girl brings a small blue dina to her lips, gently kissing it, she places it behind
her ear.
Scooping the thick mass of wavy
blonde tresses over her left shoulder, the girl braids to the light
staccato notes that float through the air and caress her soul. With
excited fingers the girl finishes the braid by weaving the
talender in, knowing it brings out the red
highlights of her dark blonde hair.
The girl lays down before
the Rose and rolls to her back, holding the
Rose out above her as the pipes gently
flow into an upbeat, light hearted song.
Soft petals kiss the girl's
forehead and then travel down the slope of her nose. After outlining
the girl's peach colored lips, she kisses the Rose lovingly before it glides down the sensitive flesh
of her neck, across her ko-lar
and down one of the light chains to the small Silver Tea Tin engraved
with ~LPR~.
The girl beams with Pride as
the music touches her mind as a Lover would.
Quickly she rolls to her
side; and then onto her knees, feeling them part wide, exposing all
of what she now gives willingly. Placing the Rose before the slave ring, dimpled knees spread wider as
she bends at the waist.
Hardened nipples press against
the firm sands, she carefully takes a breath before placing the
Rose-kissed forehead to the floor.
her arms stretch out and lie
flat with supple palms down.
The slave shows her Respect to
the ~One~ that has tamed her and shown her
that, for this one, the path to True Freedom lies within ~Her~ ko-lar.
The musicians stop, leaving the
Great Room in silence.
A muffled but strong sounding
voice proudly proclaims...
With a deep arch of her
back, the girl rises to her knees. Twinkling hazel eyes search out
the ~One~ that she belongs to. As she finds
~Her~, the girl's breath catches.
Brushing sands from her satiny
flesh the kajira places her foot in the sands and rises proudly to
her feet. Sauntering steps carry her from the Dancing Pit to ~Her~
furs.
Folding shapely legs beneath
her, the girl kneels before the ~One~
that took the challange and ko-lared the barbarian girl.
Bending at the waist, petal
soft lips lovingly kiss ~Her~
slippers. Blue/green hazel eyes, glowing with *Love* rise up to meet
~Her~ Blues as soft hands flutter down to
rest upon velvety thighs, palms up in submission. her breathless
voice barely a whisper of emotion....
"~You~ are ~Mistress~
~*sha'roze*~ is slave
~You~ are ~Owner~
~*sha'roze*~ is *Owned*
~You~ command
~*sha'roze*~ Obeys
~You~ are to be Pleased
~*sha'roze*~ to Please
Why is this?
Because
~You~ are ~Mistress~
~*sha'roze*~ is *Gratefully* ~Your~
slave"