ChainDance

eden appears at the side of the sands. She is covered from head to toe in soft opaque silks that conceal her nubile form from prying eyes. Her bearing is regal, haughty, unconcerned as she steps about the edges of where she will soon dance. Promises of fire from within her subtle, smooth movements tease the senses. The music begins softly.

eden gasps as she sees the Master approaching, collar in hand. With a loud crashing of cymbals, the music begins to pound. Fearing his capturing gaze she turns, fleeing from him. Her covering silks flutter, pressing to her body, telling tales of her female form; ripe and firm. This way and that, she whirls, turning until she suddenly finds herself within his grip!

eden cries out, struggling as the Master rips the veil from her face, revealing porcelain skin. As soon as her veil is torn away, she ceases to struggle, silently accepting her fate. The Master snaps the loose silver collar about her neck, ordering her to strip; to show him what is his.

eden jerks back as the collar snaps shut, the long silver chain attached to the silver collar is revealed. Glaring, she shrugs off the concealing silks with an insolent air, letting them puddle at her feet, leaving her dressed only in the sheerest of red silks that mark her as a pleasure slave.

eden pulls back against the chain, her lips curling into a snarl of rage and fury. Suddenly, she is a beast, wildly clawing and fighting the chain that holds her fast. She leaps, pulling away as the Master allows the chain to slacken, giving her freedom; one link at a time.

eden whirls fast, leaping and tumbling, frantically trying to free herself of the collar and chain that tether her to the Master. She fights him as he draws her to him and then lets the chain out. Further and further away she dances, testing the bounds of her freedom. The Master is careful never to let all of the chain out. The wild music urges her on in her fierce dance.

eden dances the fierce, erotic dance of a woman untamed, rebelling against the collar. Tossing her mane of hair, fair skin glistens in her efforts as she screams out her defiance in every move; clawing the chain, pulling and fighting for what she once had. She sees the Master smile a feral grin, enjoying the challenge of the woman he commands by chain and collar.

eden circles about the Master as he guides her, pulling the chain in and then releasing it, bringing her ever closer to him. He is the center of her world; the Sun to her moon. Faster and faster, her feet fly over the sands. No longer does she fight the chain - more she fights herself and the needs within.

eden dances in closer as the Master brings her to him, controlling her at his whim. The inner fight for freedom is losing to the woman's more instinctual desire for he who commands her. Her feet pound less as she swings her hips wantonly towards him, chest heaving in her exertions.

eden now dances before the Master; a raw need in her blue-green eyes telling him her need, her want of his touch. Her hands slide over the moist scarlet silk that clings to her skin. Wanting to feel, feeling to want; her dance goes from one of feral defiance to sensuous begging. He has captured more than just her body.

eden cannot suppress a gasp as the Master grips her collar in hand, crushing her body to his as he takes her red lips in a possessive, passionate kiss. She melts her soft body to his, submitting to his demands and her need. She wraps her arms about his neck, giving all that she is with a soft moan. The music moans with her.

eden pants softly as the Master releases her from his capturing grip, allowing the woman to slip to her knees at his feet. She kneels tall and elegant, smooth thighs parted wide for the pleasure of those watching, palms facing the sky. She bows her head low as the music fades away.