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~ standing a girl walks to the edge of the sands...with a hint of a free women not yet fully broken to her kolar…she stands and waits ~
~ as she moves to the center of the sands...silks shimmering in the fire light...her long hair falling freely to the small of her back...the tendrils forming perfect ringlets of red molten lava...her left hand flutters to her beautiful newly kolard neck....a bright flashing light, as though from a mirror in the sun, passes over T/those gathered...A/all eyes drawn to a snake bracelet...twisting delicately around her wrist...the ruby eyes of the serpent picking up any stray light in the room and reflecting it back to T/them....a long, very light gleaming chain attached to her left wrist...running up through a loop in her kolar before being attached to her right wrist...forming graceful loops as she drops her hands to her sides...dropping to her knees she leans down and places a kiss upon the whip which she in her mind can see there ~
~ standing once more she moves with liquidness to the side of the ring in front of Master Zane ..hands rising 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...withering there helpless...swaying...transfixing her body...holding her in place...her eyes wide as she feels the imagined touch of the whip...moving with the precision of the snake striking each lustful passageway to her desire...her breasts first, heaving with a 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 the inner thighs...her red silks rising and showing the satiny blushing flesh...heat emanating from her slave belly ~
~ suddenly the music stops...a 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....she finds herself free from the slave pole...the music begins and she too commences to move again...feeling the imaginary whip upon her body a girl steps forward...dancing she takes the silk tucked at her left shoulder and undoes it...the silks falls free into her hands...swirling it about her body she regards T/those before her...her lips slightly parted...bright emerald eyes shining from above the silks...~
~ slipping to the ground before Master Zane she slides to her back...gracefully extending a leg...touching her ankle...moving her hand up her leg...rolling over and withering as another lash of the whip caresses her body...turning her body so she may rise to her knees...looking up into the eyes of Master before her 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 the command she slowly rises her body to an erect kneeling position....the last to lift her beautiful head....the music still holding her in it's grip...standing in a fluid motion eyes flashing with a combination of passion and distress….her captivity all too pronounced by the snug kolar at her throat…spinning once around the room her eyes settle on her tormentor…moving toward Him her hips undulating…hands pulling at the chains upon her body…as the music picks up her movements become harsher…the feel of the whip more intense…the girl is almost at a loss…she can no longer fight her submission ~
~ moving in a fluid motion she finds herself kneeling before Master Zane…surprised to find herself kneeling before this Man…she holds her hands cupped together...as though they had been linked in slave bracelets...exquisitely she kneels before Him....lowering her forehead to the floor her slender arms stretched beautifully before her…her hair pulled forward…an flawlessly shaped back laying bare…with the greatest of care she slowly and with total submission turns her hands palm up…her body quaking with fear as she knows she has finally released the slave in her ~
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