number two
a length of heavy chain held between spry fingers... she lets a few crisp cold links run between her digits, feeling the harsh caress of unforgiving steel.. her cloudy azuee eyes flutter shut as she melts to her knees upon the hard stones..golden bellychain snaking across full hips as she falls... her milky thighs peel apart wantonly as she feels the eyes of the Hall upon her...the chain’s weight suddenly a heavy burden in her quivering hands as she waits for the music to begin....
with a an audible flourish the music begins, the high tempo and soaring pitch sends her lithe form swaying in a hypnotic circle upon seductively gyrating hips...sunny ringlets a halo about her angelic face as she pivots... the chain drifts with a gentle chime between her fingers to pool upon the flat plain of her stomach..feeling her belly go taut at the cold caress of steel upon it.... nimble fingers lace about the end of the chain before it slips from her grasp...holding on to it for dear life...the metal links her only link to the here and now as the entrancing melody of the music threatens to whisk her away from reality.....knowing only the sting of steel and the whirling of her hips....
swaying to the pounding rhythm of hand drums, their pitter patter thrumming through the air she arches her sinewy back and lets the chain drag up...up over the flat of her belly... through the narrow valley of voluptuous breasts... the steel links hissing over her heated flesh as it slithers like a serpent over her downy curves and lush slopes...lifting the heavy links to wrap loosely around her slender ivory neck just below the collar she wears with such pride....then letting the chain glide down in a chilly torrent down to the small of her back......
lifting the end that still grazes her slavebelly to her lips she kisses the end most link before sending it in a lazy path over the slope of a supple breast...teasing fleetingly at a puckered nipple... trailing it down her belly...slipping over the silky petals of her slaveflower ..the chain kissed by her sweet nectar....draping it over the downy slope of a quivering thigh... moaning.. gasping.. icy steel igniting an inferno in her as her fiery passions soar to new heights beneath the chains...hips rolling faster, her movements growing fenzied as her slave fires burn brightly... gasping she tosses back her head with a hrricane of fine golden curls and moans... a wordless expression of a slavegirl’s lust for domination...
on cue the tempo lifts, the beat quickens, and the music thunders loudly in her ears... moaning she falls to her back, feeling the cruel kiss of the steel upon all sides and about her fragile neck... she writhes upon the tiles.. the noise too loud.. the chains too tight...feeling choked though the chains are loose...feeling constrained though the links are draped lightly over heaving breasts.. her willowy arms flail out at her side as panic washes over her... her own frantic movements pulling the chains tightly about her...coiling about her arms and legs...binding her in a tight bundle of writhing, squirming slavegirl......frail body lurching with each loud beat of the drums, terrified, exhilirated.....
tears prick at the corners of her wide indigo eyes... she tugs angrily at the chains that bind her so.. the metal digging mercilessly into her tender flesh... fingers curling about the chain as she tries to pull herself free.. twisting, writhing, lurching... her delicate form rolling over the tiles fluidly...she cries out in a wordless plea for release... then sobs openly, hot tears streaming down her flushed cheeks as tiny hands beg the chains to let her go.... she doesn’t want to be bound... helpless... at the mercy of another... she wants to be FREE...
gasping, her porcelain skin flushed and gleaming with a sheen of sweat she whimpers as exhaustion and hopelessness take hold of her... too tired to even cry she lies there trembling, shivering... freezing in the stuffy Hall as sweat soaked slaveflesh feels the bite of the harsh air and the sadistic sting of cold steel encircling her.. and she realizes the futility of her struggle.. that fighting the chains only wrap them about her tighter.. that pushing them away only sends them burrowing savagely into aching flesh... and with a last little whimper she brings a length of chain to her trembling tear stained lips and kisses it... rubbing it over her soft cheek in submission.....and suddenly the icy steel warms her fluttering heart....
the music dies off to a soft easy rhythm... guiding her hammering heart to a gentle steady beat of it’s own... and with a deep throaty purr that surprises even her she hugs the heavy chains to herself... cherishing their strength, their power and their unyielding Mastery over a girl... knowing the steel links that wind about a slave’s body are but a manifestation of the chains wound about her heart... . and so the slavegirl forces herself up...the chains threatening to drag her back to the hard tiles again...sapphires smoldering with the fire the chains have ignited in her, giving her the strength to force her body to a wide kneel..downy thighs sweeping wide in quiet submission to You...to the Free..and to her slavery....bowing her sunny head she ends her dance with a whispered..
”la kajira....”
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