a girl has worked hard to make every word within her dances pleasing to the Frees that view them....
she is kindly asking that her work not be copied, removed from these pages, or reproduced in any way, shape, or form...as what's written here is completely her Owner's...written by her own hand, and belongs, as she does, to Him and Him alone...
~she moves toward the dancing sands on which the girl takes stance in the solitude of the pit. Tiny toes wiggle nervously within the fine grains as eyes gently close. Tension begins to leave her body as though a wave of relaxation has washed over its form. The girl’s mind taking her upon a journey to another place and time while slender arms limber to the sides of supple curves. The slave’s head dropping dramatically. Raven locks spilling forth acting the part of a dark silken curtain for a mystery yet to be revealed.~ ~The music starts. An abrupt tug upon the strings cues the girl to her plight. The drums begin to beat mournfully with sorrow of the seeking. her left foot gently curves outward. Small toes making a wide circle within the sands, as though they yearn for something not yet lost. The slave bells upon her ankle ring a low pleating moan.~ ~The girl collapses to her knees within the grains, savagely screaming as though falling through the abyss consumed by its wretched darkness. her head still low as the oblique silken shield of raven locks stay a continuing masking of all emotion upon the beauty's face. Tiny hands jerk up clasping dreadfully at her heart. The drummer releasing a thundering single beat and all music ceases as though it would be the last of the slave's own within her chest.~ ~Slender arms become lifeless and dangle down to the sides of the girl's frame. The strings gently start a yearning whine. Fingers wiggle alive and begin to trail up over the slaves' thighs and belly with great exploration. A soft moan is heard escaping from full lips. her head flings up tossing her raven locks behind her as though a whip lightly beating upon her back to urge her on. Wide eyes open at the slight sting upon her flesh, a clear look of glazed and wild passion foreseen.~ ~The slave's fingers travel up towards her breasts and linger gently in a tempting caress. Continuing their movement over her shoulders and toward her neck, the digits dancing lightly in realization upon the thin iron band, which is enclosed about her with the Hammered rivets. Her eyes lowering submissively in revelation to her body's recent rebirth as her belly starts to burn with a feverous passion.~ ~Gasping with a needful yet yearning pleasure as fingers trail from the circle of ownership upon her body. The touches move in a commanding yet gentle caress as though claiming the girl for the One whom she belongs. Slender back straightening as her head lifts high. Her form coming to shape erectly as her body snakes toward the touches seeking the demanding rush within her belly they provide.~ ~ The fingers commence upon their dance to the erotic tones of the music encompassing the slave. The digits round a girl's belly aflame with passion toward the girl's thighs. Traveling over the tops of creamy smooth legs the grains part as does the girl. The Jarl's slave revealed and displayed throbbing as she feels the gaze of Those whom seek to look upon His property.~ ~The music simmers to an end as the flames of the fire pits kiss the girls lightly dewed skin with glow. The girl's palms face the ceiling as her hands rest their backs upon each thigh. The girl stay before all on display, a slave, His slave. The transformation from the previous dark now as complete as the circle upon her neck claiming her as His.~
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