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| tia rises to her feet, fingers tremble as they push back loose strands of cocoa tresses. Soft luscious curves are bathed in the glow of the lowered lamps as she makes her way to the sandpit. The pole in the middle beckoning her closer. |
| pressing her body against the pole, nipples growing hard as they touch the cold metal. Fingers caress the pole, moving up raking over the end of a length of chain. Under no will of her own she clips the chain onto her collar. A low murmur escaping her lips as she hears it SNAP shut |
| pressing her body against the pole, nipples growing hard as they touch the cold metal. Fingers caress the pole, moving up raking over the end of a length of chain. Under no will of her own she clips the chain onto her collar. A low murmur escaping her lips as she hears it SNAP shut |
| Laying helpless in the sand she beings to calm, amazed how the chains make her feel somewhat safe and protected. Delicate fingers snake out, timidly caressing the chain, knowing now this is the freedom she seeks. Slowly unwinding from the length of chain, she crawls to the slave pole, finding the latch that holds the chain to the pole, easily unhooking the chain still locked to her collar. The beast leans forward, pressing her heated lips to the pole in thanks for showing her what she is and what she craves. |
| Crawling through the sand like the beast she longs to be, the chain dragging behind her, she moves to the One who claims her. Gathering the end of the chain into her small trembling hands, she rises up to her knees,, spreading them wantonly, glistening petals begging to please. Pink nipples hardening on breasts that heave with each rapid breath. her hands lift up, offering Him the chain, the one attached to her body and the one attached to her heart. Praying He always keeps her bound in His chains. |
| Danced by tiannna_SLI for her Master at the Snow Larl Inn |
| Chain Dance |