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
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
As she nears the Masters and Mistresses, twinkling eyes boldy meet first One then Another. Each movement of her body Temptating 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
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;
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~ are to be Pleased
~*sha'roze*~ to Please
Why is this?
~You~ are ~Mistress~
~*sha'roze*~ is *Gratefully* ~Your~ slave"