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~stepping out into the light..her white dancing silks hanging low on her bared hips...falling in delicate folds to her ankles..a belt of small beaded over lapping coins and bells hold the silks to her finely shaped body....a veil draped over her face and upper body hiding much from the view of A/all gathered...upon her wrists and arms she wears many bracelets and armlets...slave bells adorn her left ankle... on each thumb and first finger glitter tiny golden finger cymbals...her slender neck evidently bare beneath the concealing veil....~
~the girl stands there and faces her Master and awaits His clap to signal she may begin her dance for T/them~
~the girl taps her finger cymbals together once..the clear, sharp, ring sounding throughout the room as she begins to move before A/all assembled.. Dancing slowly to the music~
~hands raising above her head the girls face a mask of fear as though she were being chained to a slave pole...her body shaking with terror..writhing helplessly...swaying..transfixing her body..holding her in place...~
~her hand drifting down her body..moving with the precision of the Gosta...striking each lustful passageway to her desire...her breast first..heaving with pent up energy... yearning for release from their restraints....her hips sensuous, weaving patterns in the air....hands sliding down over them and then up her inner thighs..her silks rising and showing the satiny blushing flesh...heat emanating from her slave belly~
~suddenly the music stops..the girl goes absolutely still..a hand resting close to her sex the other mid-path up her side toward her breast...her hips caught in a sway....then again a bright, clear flash of her finger cymbals...the music beginning and she too commences to move...~
~feeling the imaginary hands upon her body as she is freed from the slave pole the girl steps forward..loosening the veil at her right hip..dancing she takes the silk gathered at her left shoulder and untucks it...the veil falls free into her hands...swirling it about her body she regards T/those before her...bright emerald eyes shining from above the silks...~
~whirling toward Master Zane she envelops Him with her veil..within it's secrecy binding them together she moves her body slowly before Him...lips parted, moaning faintly....feeling His hands reach for her hips she leans forward her lips barely brushing across His...she lets the veil fall and slips from His arms...she dances over to Mistress Zenobia...~
~slipping to the ground before Her she slides to her back...gracefully extending a leg..touching her ankle..moving her hand up her thigh...looking over her shoulder at Master Zane..then rolling to her stomach....she begins to thrush as though beneath the lash of her Masters whip...~
~turning her body so she may rise to her knees...looking up into the eyes of Master Viper seeking His permission to rise..extending her hands to Him...forcing her head back her body bent as He denies her...each time as the music picks up she tries again..waiting for His command~
~at His words she slowly rises her body to an erect kneeling position....the last to lift her beautiful head....the bareness at her throat making her vulnerable..aching..she turns her eyes and finds Master Zane's..the music still holding her in it's gripe..standing in a fluid motion and begins to dance back to Him...~
~her wrists held together...as though they had been linked in slave bracelets...... exquisitely to the last beat of the music she kneels before her Master....leaning way back on her heels her arms extened upward...crossed at the wrists..her head lowered between her arms...holding out her hands to Him..she waits for Him to peek at what she holds~
~as He peers inside He can see a lush larma..the fruit that many a slave girl who desired her Master but fears to speak of her wantonness to Him have occasioned to use to show her need...in a voice as soft as an early morn mist she speaks~
The truly kind Master is He who treats a girl in such a way that she is fourced to fulfill her needs in their radical depth and diversity
He gives her no choice but to be a woman, in the full meaning of this word, which is the only thing that can truly, ultimatly make her happy.
this slave begs her Master to fulfill her.
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