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A slave's first dance of need.
~Tiny bells ring out as lissa steps into the room clad in shimmering, gossamer dancing silks. She claps once and a drummer begins a steady beat on a tharlarion drum.
~The deep beat sounds throughout the room, echoing and bouncing back. lissa stands perfectly still for ten heartbeats letting the music wash over her. Slowly her body begins to thrum in rhythum with the steady resonant sound of the drum.
~Full hips begin to sway side to side slowly, the dancing silks caressing her skin like the familiar hands of a lover. She closes her eyes as the feather light touch awakens her senses. Splayed fingers comb into heavy auburn tresses, lifting and letting the rippling mass flow back down her back and over creamy shoulders.
~Suddenly she spins a full turn, silks flairing, hair spreading like a fan, bells singing at her ankle... lissa stops in an crouch and rises slowly, arms reaching out to you, fingers curling to beckon you then fluttering up to stroke down from chin, under the curve of her jaw and out to her shoulder to tease at the knot that holds her yellow dancing silks.
~A flashing turn causes bells on her ankle to ring joyfully, silks and tresses to fly, revealing heated, naked flesh beneath. lissa's pulses quicken as the musician speeds the drumbeat. Splayed fingers reach out, curling to her palm, her eyes pleading for a lover's touch. She turns, head whipping around to catch an eye again....
~Delicate fingers reach down to satin thighs, slowly flowing up, catching the hem of her silks, raising them slowly, higher...higher... an inviting smile on her lips... the silks fall before revealing womanly charms. The delicate touch travels upward again, over rounded belly, the dip of her waist...cupping beneath ripe breasts and outward as if in offering.
~Hips sway seductively, matching the steady rhythm of the drum. lissa turns, exposing her back, head dropping back, chin pointing to the sky, dark rippling hair swinging down, reaching for slowly circling hips. With a swoop, she bends, sending her hair cascading forward...
~Strong fingers reach down and encircle her ankles.... silks slide up to reveal the girl's bottom. She sways side to side as her fingers make a feathery ascent over the curve of her calf, stopping to tickle sensitive skin at back of knees, tender touches invite the onlooker's eye to follow the path of a girl's hands.
~lissa's long fingers reach the apex of her widely spread legs. A slight flutter over moist neither lips sends a shudder though the dancer's body. She turns facing you, torso moving in hith-like movements. Arms reach out again, fingers closing on air, calling... beckoning....eyes filled with the flames of passion.....
~The girl's slave heart pounds, matching every beat of the crashing drum, breath coming in short pants, breasts heaving and vibrating over wildly hammering heart. Arms draw inward, crossing over her chest, fingers of her right hand reaching again for the knot on her left shoulder. The sheer fabric loosens and flutters down...pooling around trim ankles....
~She sways as if pressed against a strong demanding body...torso arches...hips thrust forward.... lips part, begging to be kissed... eyes close... she sinks to her knees in the position of a pleasure slave... dropping her head as the drumbeat fades away....
A dance celebrating nudity
Your jewel enters the room, a soft jingle signals her arrival, as she moves, tiny bells dangling from chains criss-crossing her body sing out each sensuous movement. The girl stops, the bells, her only clothing, go silent as she waits, silently counting off heartbeats.
Eyes lowered, head bowed allowing auburn waves to hide her flaming cheeks, hands crossed protectively over her body as if she might hide her charms the girl remains like a statue; one arm covering her breasts the other shielding her slave heat.
A drumbeat begins accompanied by flute and czehar, the melody soft and sweet, swirls into the air. Demurely the dancer waits, the song filling her ears and seeping into her soul. Slowly her chin lifts and soft tresses fall away from her face.
Dark lashes brushing against hot cheeks, the self-conscious slave girl listens to the music. Slave pulses begin to match the timing of the music. She begins to sway, slowly at first, and then with the steady rhythm she gives herself to the music.
The music is as sure and steady as the hand of her Mistress, guiding her, leading her to greater heights. Steady strumming notes caress naked flesh as the wanton hips sway side to side. Hesitatingly at first, protective hands begin to slide away revealing silken flesh.
lissa drops to one knee, then folds the other close by. Her head bows forward and begins to take up the beat of the drum. A sudden booming brings her head up, tresses flying, eyes blazing with heated passions.
Knees move apart, thighs spread wide; hands float away from their protective posture to rest open upon heated thighs. Thrusting hips begin to rock with the ancient dance of lust, of heat, of love.
All shyness melts away and before you writhes a fully passionate woman slave, one that unabashedly dances her need for her owner. Every movement matching the urgent beats of slave heart and dancing drum.
The she-sleen now on all fours crawls toward you, eyes seeking out your face, boldly stalking her prize. She slithers over the floor toward you, at your feet she lays on her belly, with a turn she is on her back, knees come up and delicate touches mark a trail from the fullness of breasts to the apex of thighs. Pleading hips rise from the tiles to bounce before your eyes as roving hands caress thighs, belly, and breast.
A desperate cry, accented by the call of the flute, escapes from the depths of your girl to ring throughout the room. She rolls again; trembling hands reach out and slowly lift your slippered-foot and bring it to rest upon her head.
The music dies and low moans fill the empty space. A passion filled voice comes from beneath your foot. Mistress, just as your girl lays beneath your slippers, her heart, and her soul lay beneath your hand.
This lowly slave is yours yesterday, today, and tomorrow and begs that you allow her to serve you for as long as it pleases you. Your possession loves you Mistress!
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