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Dance with raynn.
For the One that makes me know i am but a slave.
 "Greetings Master". A girls voice drifts softly out of the shadows. "A girl welcomes Thee home Master and seeks to know Thine pleasure so that she might fulfill that which Thee craves".
The light rattle of chains can be heard as the slave moves. Opening her knees further apart for her Master's viewing.
Her Master walks toward her, dangling the key to her locks from a chain twined round his fingers. He drops to his knees before her and trails the key over her milky breasts.
A girl arching her back, her nipples hardening as the cold metal caresses her. Closing her eyes she can almost feel her Master's hands trailing along behind the key.
A sharp pain brings her back to the present as her Master gouges the key down her leg. A thin line of blood forms from her knee to inner thigh. Slowly her Master lowers his head and in a single long lick he laps up the blood. Starting at her knee and pausing a moment just before reaching the top of her thigh.
His voice roughened with his passion. "I can feel your heat, and smell your life force. Is that for Me my sweet pet"?
Casting her eyes down she swallows and speaks. "Master, my body, my heart, and my soul belong only to You. No other could ever make my passion run as You do. Master i beg, tell this girl what she may do to pleasure You."
Slowly he leans forward running his finger up her left arm to her tiny wrist speaking softly into her ear. "So tiny you are. I could snap your bones in a second and yet all I can think of is touching them, kissing them".
Undoing the shackle that holds her arm in place he kisses her wrist tenderly. Moving to the right one he undoes it as well.
The slave holds up her arms still and though the shackles are gone she does not lower them. Her Master runs his hands back down her arms and across to her breasts tracing them lightly, barely touching them.
He slides his fingers down to her waist encircling it with his hands knowing again how dainty she is. He reaches around her to the lock in the back. Her breasts brushing against the silk of his shirt. They hardened quickly and began to ache. Unconsciously she presses forward.
The lock unsnaps as she was leans closer. Roughly she feels her Master shove her away, his voice echoing in her ear. "Slut. You do not touch Me before you have cleansed yourself of any thoughts of another Master. Now dress, tonight you dance for a friend". Turning her Master leaves the room.
A girl sobs once as she climbs to her feet. The burning in her slave belly for her Master makes her tears run hot. Taking a deep breath she goes to the door behind the fur bed she had been chained to.
With a hand resting on the door knob, she breaths deeply, then opens the door. The room before her is filled with costumes. There are two other slaves in the room. As a girl enters they both look toward her.
The small blonde smiles and motions her to enter. The girl with the long raven black hair just glares at her.
Stepping softly, as she had been taught from birth, she closes the door behind her and moves to the center of the room. Lowering her eyes she tries to speak but only a squeak comes out.
The pretty blonde comes to a girl and reaches out to touch her arm. A girl flinches a little but lets her lay her hand on her wrist. The feeling of the shackles still remains with her.
Speaking in a gentle voice she says. "Tal little one I am kenya, first girl to Master Zane. He has asked that we dress thee for thyne dance this eve. This," she motions toward the raven haired girl. "Is meerlinda."
A girl looked up to meet the eyes of the one called meerlinda and looked away quickly as the slave shot a cold, hate filled glare at her.
Turning her eyes back to kenya she tried to speak again, her voice hardly more then a whisper. "This girl is named raynn." Keeping her eyes lowered she allows the first girl to move her to the other end of the room.
Standing there with nothing on and feeling so unsure of herself she looks up again, hoping the first girl will help her. It is the eyes of meerlinda that she finds, herself looking into again. She lowers them as she sees what meerlinda is about to do.
She feels the warmth of the slave's fingers as she parts a girls moist lips. raynn tries to pull away but meerlinda puts her other hand on her shoulder and speaks in a voice filled with anger. "Hold still I'm checking to make sure you have a slave ring".
Her fingers find the belly ring nestled between the folds of her lips and she gives it a vicious tug. raynn lets out a small cry drawing kenya's attention. The first girl looks up and speaks in a sharp tone. "meerlinda out now! Master will hear about that and you can be punished with the others. You may no longer serve at Masters table tonight you will serve in the tavern. If i had my way you would be sent back to the slave pens where you belong".
She moved over to raynn and knelt in front of her spreading her belly lips to make sure no blood was drawn. After she had satisfied herself she moved to the many veils hanging from rods along the left wall of the room.
Slowly she chooses seven veils all varying in shades of white. Moving along she picks a creamy white bra and slave belt.
After laying them on table she goes to the cupboard that holds jars of paint and chooses one filled with gold glitter. She picked up a brush as well and came back to a girl.
Nodding toward the bra and belt she indicates that she wished raynn to put them on. As a girl did so she noticed the perfect body of the first girl. Her breasts full and her hips lush and curvy. Muscles covered the slave, enhancing her tall stature. Classic lines in her face accented by the slave knot in her hair.
Deep blue eyes smiled at her as kenya opened the jar and began to smear the glitter over her exposed skin. She spoke as she did this. "Do you have a veil dance?" raynn nodded her head and gave a small frightened smile. Kenya spoke again. "Would you like to show it to me? Maybe i can give you a few pointers".
raynn tried to hide her relief as she spoke. "A girl would be most grateful if thee would watch and offer her opinion and help".
kenya liked raynn's soft spoken ways. She was glad that she would become first girl in her place. Master would be pleased with her. She wondered though when a girl's spirit would show through. Master had never been one for meek slaves. She was sure that this one had fire, perhaps she was still frightened of her new role. She was glad that her new Master would not arrive for three more days, it would give her time to hand over her duties to raynn.
kenya picked up the brush and ran it through raynn's long red locks. Each curl springing into place as the brush released them from its teeth. Gathering the girl's hair into her hands she tied a slave knot with efficient hands. Running her fingers through the ends of the knot making a girl's hair lay over her shoulder.
Without speaking she took up the veils and draped them over a girl, layering them so she might remove them as she danced for their Master. As kenya placed the last veil in the slave belt their Master entered the room. Both girls dropped to their knees, thighs spread wide. Their heads held high but their eyes cast low.
Their Master spoke to them. "kenya raise, you have done well in dressing raynn. Put a veil over her face and bring her to My table now. My guests have arrived early. raynn will sit at the serving furs until I call for her. you will serve Us tonight as one of your last official duties as My first girl. Tonight you will attend Me in My tents". Turning their Master left them both staring at the floor.
Kenya glanced over at raynn, fear was creeping into a girls eyes. Kenya went to her and placed the last veil over her face. Smiling encouragement at the girl she spoke in a motherly tone. "Come little one i will place you on the furs in my honored spot next to our Master's chair. Tomorrow you will rightfully be His new first girl. Serve our Master well". Kissing the girl through the veil she took raynn's hand and led her out to the Master furs.
She got a girl settled her thighs placed wide a part so all of Master guest may view his new slave in the style befitting a true Master. As the guest arrived all stopped to glance at a girl before going to their seats around the low table set out with a feast fit for Priest-Kings. kenya went about serving them their paga and they spoke of many things a girl can not remember. All a girl could think about was the up coming dance her first in her new Master's home.
When her Master summonsed her forth she rose and went to him dropping to her knees before him her head and eyes cast low to the ground in respect. Her Master ran his hand down her hair and over her slave knot then down over the veils concealing her body from his view. His voice was husky with the drink and the sweet taste of rich foods "dance for Me little one, make Me the envy of all with your pleasures."
A light blush rose over a girl's cheeks and she spoke in a clear voice so all might hear. "A girl dances only for her Master's pleasure and dances with her whole oneness. It pleases this girl to know You are pleased by her. A girl will dance now for Your pleasure Master."
Rising from her kneeling position a girl moves to the center of the room and the soft music begins to float through the air. A girl stands for a moment letting the music flood through her body. Taking her up and calling to her in the ancient ways. The world around a girl falling away all that remains is the dance for her Master. His pleasure becomes all to her.
A girl's hips rocking slightly to the tempo of the drums. Her hands at her side lifting in a fluid movement raising above her head she sways for a time before the beat picks up and she is spun into a whirlwind of veils.
Moving her hips toward her Master the jingle of the tiny bells around her ankle ring in clear tempo with the music. Her body begins to take over her and she has no control any longer of the dance. She is now part of the music. The veils spinning and caressing her body as she moves beneath them.
When she reaches her Master a girl takes the first of the seven veils that covers her, into hand. Pulling on it with ease it comes lose of the slave belt that held it to her waist. The swaying of her hips inviting her Master's touch yet never coming close enough for him to truly reach her.
Dancing now to one of his guest her eyes flash a flirting smile to him. Breaking contact she glides now to the other Master, her hips swinging provocatively at him letting his hand glance off her tiny veiled waist. The bells she wears there tinkling through the air. A girl removes a second veil and tosses it playfully at a Master, it lands over his head and he gives a full bellied laugh pulling it free so he might continue watching.
A girl moves in time to the music again lifting one of the veils that hides her creamy breast from sight. Pulling lightly on it she slips it across her, caressing her breast as she does. Bringing her nipples to hard points pressing against the thin silk of her bra. Aching for the touch of her Master she moves back to him and leans down so he might reach out and press his fingers against her body.
Her Master grabs a girl by the waist and pulls her close. She fits herself into his arm and continues her dance in the safety of his embrace. Swaying to the beat as it gets harder, her slave sex becoming wet as her Master touches her under the silk veil at her thighs. She twirls proudly away from him just as he is about to reach her promised heat.
Feeling the music pick up in tempo she starts a heated spin around the room, her veils flying off of her now. Only the one covering the tiny slave belt at her waist and the veil covering her face are still in place. She stops as the music fades and walks with determined purpose to the center of the room. A slow beat begins again, she lifts the face veil in time with it. Slowly taunting the men before her then revealing her beauty for which she was chosen.
Then in a sudden blast of music a girl whirls around the room letting the last veil glance off each guest, showing her slave heat under it with practiced ease as to make them each think she were dancing just for them.
Reaching her Master she drops before him tugging the veil lose at the same time, her head high and breast heaving. She lowers her eyes with the last beat of the music. Her thighs spread wide her slaved sex dripping wet she reaches out and grasps the tankard of paga before her Master and in a bold gesture she dips the rim in her wetness and proffers it to him. Leaning forward so her breasts brush his knee and she lays a soft kiss in his lap. She speaks in little more then a whisper.
"Your drink my Master. This girl hopes it has the kiss of a kajira that is pleasing to Thee." Remaining there until she feels the first girl at her side. She rises daring to glance at her Master. He remains still not speaking nor looking at her in anyway. His longing showing beneath his garments and yet he does not move. Slowly tears form in a girls eyes. Believing she has displeased her Master she lets the first girl move her back to the furs where she chains a girl, thighs spread for viewing and arms held by the chains hung from each wall.
A girl looks once more toward her Master. She sees him nodding in assent too one of the other Masters, who rises and comes toward her. She casts her eyes low to the ground and straightens so as not to disgrace her Master with her dejectedness.
A girl feels the Master before her as he kneels on the furs beside her. A girl tightens her lips and glances out at him. The Master is tall and brutish looking. Nothing like her own Master. This one is devoid of all tenderness.
With a beefy hand the Master reaches out to a girl and slowly tugs at her belly lips. The swelled pleasure she had for her Master still evident there. He Runs his fingers along the inside of her lips he brings them to his own lips licking at one then placing the second in her mouth. Holding it there till she has licked it clean.
Slowly the Master reaches down again touching a girl with rough hard strokes. She tries to let her mind go blank and think of this as her Masters hands. As she closes her eyes the Master before her slaps her face jolting her back to the present. He does not speak but the look he sends to her shows that he knew what she was trying to do and would have no part of it.
He roughly digs his fingers into her once more then shoves her against the wall and growls low in his chest before rising and going to the first girl, taking her in his arms he nods at a girls Master and attains permission to take the first girl to his tents.
Her Master's other guest had already chosen his slave and left for the night. A girl was left alone with her Master in the room. Slowly her Master rose and moved to her, he took out a key and undid the chains holding her to the wall. Pulling her to her feet without a word he leads her from the room to his own tents.
As they reached the tents a girls' Master held her tightly in his arms and kissed her with a fiery heat that a girl was almost crushed under his power. Her Master released her and pushed her toward the tent.
Opening the flap a girl sees before her the tents to which she had be sent to so many moons ago. The rich furs draped in the corner. Slave chains hung from the rings sewn into the walls. She moved toward the furs but her Master grasps her arm and spins her around.
He speaks in a rough manner she had come to know that was his voice filled with passion. "Dance for Me little one. I wish you to show your Master who really owns you." He pushes her to the center of the room and takes up his place at the furs a tankard of paga was resting ready for him.
A girl looks to him and begins to move to her own music. The beat that was ingrained in her soul long before she was born to this world. Closing her eyes she floats off to a time when only she and her Master existed. She drifts across the rough ground never missing a step. Moving forward and back her hips carving out a sensual path toward the only one that can satisfy her longing. Gracefully she goes to her Master her hand curling up to the heavens in a blessing taught by many generations of slaves. Passed down to each new kajira.
Letting her fingers drift downward she rests them gently on her Master shoulders. Straddling him she sways her hips before him. Taunting him, letting her slave smell tumble over him before lowering herself down into his lap. Wiggling her hips slightly enticing his hardness to show itself to her.
Feeling his reaction she lifts herself and reaches down between his thighs undoing and pulling away his garments. Remaining over his lap she lets her sex juices drip down over him. Making his hardness ache with longing for her. Feeling her Master's hand moving up to take her hips into them she pulls away quickly dancing just out of his reach. A girl can hear his deep moan and she knows he is pleased with her.
A girl moves back to him releasing the clasp holding her bra in place letting it fall to the floor before her Master. Her full creamy breast free of their constrains harden at the thought of being touched. A girl runs her fingers over her nipples pulling at the rings there moaning softly herself, she reaches down to touch her belly. Her Master grabs her hand and pushes it away from herself indicating she is not allowed to touch herself.
The ache of almost pleasuring herself yet not even making contact makes her dizzy. She spins back from her Master. She drifts over to the pole in the center of the tent. Swiftly putting one of her legs over one of the three ropes that fall to the ground from the pole. Rising as high on the rope as she can she lets herself slid down it to the ground the feeling of the tight cord running down the length of her sex she moans loudly. Letting her tongue tail down the rope. Tasting her juices as she does she pulls herself again up the ropes. Reaching for the pole with the cord stretched tight along the inside of her belly lips she drags herself up the rope using the pole. The rope burning her skin between her breast as she climbs the rope this way.
The heat and friction she can feel running through her lips bring her to a heightened awareness of her Master standing close to her. A girl feels his hands on her hips as he pulls her from the rope and drops her to the ground. He kisses her bruising her lips before he barks in a voice full of longing. "Dance slave."
A girl spins again from him and drops to the ground. Crawling towards him her eyes looking up at him. Her whole body on fire she rolls over to her back and springs to her feet in one fluid movement. Her body now covered in the sweet scent of need she dances back toward him her hands moving up and down her body.
Caressing herself, bringing her sex to a fevered pitch before dropping to her knees before her Master falling back her thighs spread wide her shoulders resting on the ground behind her. Breasts heaving her sex dripping and waiting for her Masters touch.
Not to be denied her Master reaches out for her. He licks at her juices a few times feeling a girls body react he draws back and gently runs his hand over her sex making her hips rises off the floor. Drawing a girl toward him she can feel the weight of the slave chains on her wrists and waist. Not understanding what is happening a girl opens her eyes to see her Master standing over her, contentment clouding his eyes as he smiles down at her then speaks.
"Tonight you sleep alone, tomorrow when you become My first girl then you shall share My bed. You have pleased Me well tonight little one and tomorrow night you will know just how much. Sleep now for the day is long on the morrow and you have much to do". Without another word her Master leaves her. Chained unable to attain fulfillment. Her longing growing in the night she sleeps in fitful slumber as she awaits her new life and station. Her dreams filled with happiness and completion.
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