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Soft muttered cries echo throughout the room, filling the hush, which had fallen as the girl, took up her place in the center of the dance pit. Curling into a ball her fiery red hair gleamed in the firelight as it fanned out to cover her body from sight. Bits of pale flesh peeking from the rivers of molten lava like hair. Softly the beat of a drum begins to accompany the low sobs coming from the whimpering girl.
The tempo and sound begins to increases and fill the air as the girl lifts her head. Bright blue eyes stare anxiously around her. Taking in the Masters gathered in a circle around the pit. As the music reaches out to caress the ears of those she is to dance for her body begins to react with the instincts of a true submissive. Her fingers waltz a trail over her hair, lifting it and pulling it away from her face and body. Exposing creamy full breasts milky thighs, luscious curves naked to All whom watch.
As her hair ripples down her back she reaches out with tentative hands. Finger tips coming to rest against imagined walls. Panic begins to cloud her eyes as she meets resistance over and over again. Rising to her knees she franticly searches around her. Hands buffeted back each time as the music picks up to match her frenzied exploration. Finally lifting her fingers above her head feeling the roof boxing her in. Understanding lighting her eyes and she discovers she is in a cage of her own making.
Stopping her inspection of the invisible cage, which holds her locked in this place, she turns her attention to Those outside of her prison seeking the Master who would set her free. Eyes roaming each face until they settle on a darkly handsome Man sitting in the back of the room. Her heart and body crying out to Him as she sags dejectedly against one side of her imagined confines. Tumbling to the floor with a soft moan she scrambles to her feet suddenly free of her cage. Her body sways for a moment the beat of the drums filling her again.
A soft smile snakes its away across her lips as she begins to dance slowly around the room. Her naked skin glistening as she allows her hands to begin a long climb above her head. Stretching her graceful form into long sensuous lines. Each sway of her hips drawing her further and further from the center of the dance floor, and closer to her intended target.
Spinning slowly to the beating music, her feet landing in time with the drum she begins to dance faster. Her body alighting as a slow fire ignites in the very core of her. Heating her skin as her hands sketch her flesh like a painters brush on a blank canvas. As her fingers lightly stroke up her inner thighs tiny shivers pass through her body her breasts rising and falling in a slight pant. The music begins to pick up again spinning her across the floor closer and closer to the Master of her desire.
As she takes the last step, which would place her within his reach, she is snapped back. An unseen leash attached to an imaginary collar pulls her from the One who could end the hungry building in her body. Crying out in frustration she falls to her knees before Him and begins to caress her tingling flesh. Fingers leaving damp trails over the satiny skin, fluttering across her nipples, panting as they harden at her touch.
Biting her succulent lip she deliberately reaches her fingers down to her cleanly shave sex. Deep growls escaping from her throat as she feels the dampness. The music cascades through the room as she lifts her honey drenched fingers to her lips. Her eyes locked on those of the Master before she gently sucks them into her mouth. Extracting her fingers she languidly licks her lips before lowering her hands to the floor before her.
A burning ache spreading throughout her body she begins to crawl toward her Master. The leash holding her at bay, straining, her body betraying the pretended anguish shinning in her eyes. As the music rises to a fevered pitch the girl throws herself one last time against her leash. Using all of her passion to set her free she finds herself tumbling to the floor before the One who can quench the wonton desires racing through her body.
As the last beat of the drum rings clearly through the hall the girl lowers her trembling lips to His boot. Placing a tender kiss upon the tops of each before pressing her forehead to the floor before him. Her hair fanning across his boot tops her hands crossed at the wrists and held before her she whispers in a voice husky with passion.
"Please Master free this one from the bonds of freedom. Enslave her as only a Master can. This girl no longer desires anything but Your chains upon her soul and body. Please Master."
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