Belt Dance
performed by
drifter {RRC}

~Rising after hearing the command to dance, the large bulk of the Master moving before me, my hands held against the flesh of my hips just scraping over the bronzed cream sending shivers along my spine. The man stops in the center of the room and his booming voice orders me to the floor at his feet. Hastily i move, my steps quick yet seeming all the more graceful for the turn of an ankle and the flutter of the ribbon about my left thigh. Sinking before him i take my place, my thighs parted so that the scent of my womanhood wafts upwards announcing to those close by that something of interest is about to happen. The mahogany curls flow down my back like a stream only to furl around and caress the curves of my form. Tiny hands flutter upwards towards the man before dropping elegantly to my open thighs palms upwards in recognition of my place at his feet.  Eyes like the starlight skies rise to the Master's belt, focusing there for a moment as if judging the distance and range of my movements. A long pink sliver of satin slips from between my lips involuntarily to wet them, the full bow seemingly bruised by one too many assaulting kiss from a man such as the one that stands before me. Naked save the simple collar of steel and the ribbon of burgundy silk about my thigh i wait, remaining perfectly still. And again the voice comes from above me.~

 ~With the sound of his words ringing still in my ears the haunting beats of the drum sound distant, the sudden rush of adreneline coming to me, forcing my body into motion lowering my head my form shifts to and fro like that of a serpent, the movement bringing my breasts into contact with the leather of his boots. A tiny gasp escaping me as the smooth leather seems to frustrate my flesh, the sugared peak coming to full blossom pulled tighter than the youngest of rosebuds on a chill morn. The mahogany curls lash forward as my movement seems to shudder at the touch fanning out over his feet, my hips rising and falling in time to the drums as my hands slide forward serpentine in their movement, two small animals writhing from their dens to wrap around his ankles. The long expanse of my back exposed now to his view my spine undulating as my hips rise and shoulders seem to shimmy up his leg, my hands climbing along the backs of his thighs, the ripened breasts flattened against the angularity of hisshins, my form being dragged upwards~

~The deep beating of the drums drawing my form still higher, my this spread further inching closer to his feet as they spread, the scent of woman now permeating the air around me, my hands finally having reached the back of his belt they lock there for an instant my back arching upwards then back away from him so that my hips rise to the hieght of his knees and only the tips of my hair pass over the line of his belt. Starlit eyes graze upwards as the face is once more exposed to the view of any who wish to see it, the lips furled into that smile that screams for lips to be kissed without my voice saying anything. my ankles now flexed so that upon the balls of my feet and the fingers locked into his belt my weight is supported, hanging befoe him a woman, the only clothing a simple burgundy ribbon and collar. The eyes rise to his face into his gaze brazen and bold as if daring him to stop the dance. A peal of laughter falling from crimsoned lips as i see his reaction to the boldness my hair tossing once more as i lift more bringing my breasts upwards to him and then quickly falling away again~

~Rising in responce to the beating of the drums my hips roll furiously bringing the flesh of my inner thighs sliding along the coarse leather of the Master's breaches. As my head whips left to right and then forward my hand climb, clinging to and hanging from the back of his shirt, my form rising, bringing me closer stil, yet my head remains lower then the belt, bent backwards my form and all the treasures that once were hidden are now revealed. The scent of woman filling the air about me the heat of the room causing my breath to come in short shallow gasps as the tiny diamonds of water pool and puddle in the hollows of my body, sparkling in the light of the fires as my motions become more and more animalistic. Suspended from him like some game just before the final blow is struck my weight held between the floor and ceiling on nothing more than the balls of my feet and the tips of fingers caught in the fabric of his shirt. Rising suddenly onto my toes looking the Master in the eyes as my form suddenly shudders my head tossing and spinning as the proof of my exertions sprays over his form and again my form lowersWas it quick enough, did he see, did it anger him. Those are the questions that now fill the mind~~

 ~laughing as the Master takes the chalenge , the deep almond eyes dancing in the fires light as he sets me down upon the furs at his chiar, and with slow deliberate movements still in time to the beating of the drums i lean forward, my hands sliding over his ankels and up his thighs once more, the serpentine motions now more cat like as a sliver of pik slides from between bruised lips and up over your leather clad thighs, clwaning and preening the clothing as my hisp roll ebbing with the tide, the long fngers moving once more up over the belt the fact that he now sits making the belt dance all the more a challenge. glancing u as the beating of the drums continues m the leathers now cleaned of the salty sweetness left by my exertions i press plams flat against your thighs and force myself backwards over into the bow of love from the northern territories of Gor. And still my feet move sliding on the furs, lifting once more ny hips and breasts towards you yet just out of reach~

 ~Starlight eyes lift nice again as my form wriggles beneath the scornful gaze, this time however the brazeness is lessened, more coy, seductive the expression on my face has become. Lips drawn into a sultry smile a mixture of suprise and confusion. that tiny ribbon of pink sating sliding over them once more as a single droplet of water dangles from the tip of a slightly upturned nose. The slender thighs spread once more as my knees lift bringing my feet off the floor, toes pointed as they lift higher and higher, til they are pressed upwards towards the ceiling. Laid back upon my elebows before the Master my palms flat against the floor my feet swril as the knees bend one then the other the motion becoming almost hypnotic, the tiny sliver of burgundy around my left thigh catching the light as it flutters in the turbulance caused by the flitting of my fet. The gasping of my breath now audible over even the beat of the drums, the exertion bringing forth more than was expected as i writhe there before him. The mahogany locks now scraping over the stone polishing into it the moisture that seems to trickle around me, like a spring shower~

~Once more the feet flutter to the floor, like tiny birds lighting upon branches they perch prepared to once more take flight yet anchoring the form once more to the ground. The luciously curved hips roll forward up towards the Master before me as my hands slide closer along the floor drawing the tiny frame into a kneel once more, the deeply tanned thighs spread now langidly over his feet as my head whips forwards bringing the fan of mahogany and gold silk into contact with his hands. Pressing myself forward again my breasts come into contact with his legs, the ripened mounds now heaving in rythym with the drums, my entire form seeming to flow and ebb like a tide upon the shores of the Thassa. The sweel of breasts the roll of hips and the waver of tiny fluttering hands all seem to howl an animalistic cry of survival, and the words again race through the mind "Dance or die". Spurred once more by the menacing words my form writhes before him, caught in a struggle to survive and to please, my hands rise to his belt once more clinging there, as my form stretches upwards towards him pressing my body even more to his form as my head tilts back nce again revelaing the practiced smile designed by thepwoers that bee to invite a mans attention to him.~

~Spurred on by the Master before me my form writhes as i slither back along his thighs lowering myself once more into a kneel the most secreted of places pressed firmly to his boots as my hips roll my hands extending over my head twirling and casting as if caught in an eddy on the shore, twisting as my spine glides my form back to the floor. laungidly lavishly my body stretches out, shoulder now against the hard cold floor sending through me chills that cause my nipples to ripen once more into tiny buds, hard and trembling the are spread before him my belly taut as it stretches and waivers in the light of the fires. One hand sliding down over my own flesh past the steel of the collar, along the path of the valley of my breasts.. lower still it inches, the fluttering fingers drawing attention with each agonizingly slow turn of the wrist, over the belly and past the hip, to my left thigh and the ribbon that has fluttered there. Hips pulsing with the final beats of the drums as the fingers unleash the ribbon and toss it upwards to the Master upon whos feet i now lie, upon whose pleasure my life depends. Starlit eyes rise to his face once more now defiant and challenging, as if to dare him to be displeased with the gift given~