On the naughty list

Gorean Santa: What do you want for Christmas, little girl

 Me: grins wickedly and then says, "Well Santa, for Christmas I would like to be bent over your knee and spanked until both my ass cheeks are as rosy as your cheeks, and then forced to my knees with your cock balls deep down my throat, making me teary eyed as I cant breath until you let up, and then after all that teasing and you cant take it anymore, I want to be put on my knees, and forced to bend over while you have me spread my ass open so you can sit there looking at my cunt and my ass, and when you are ready to take me, and use me until your balls are completely drained, then I want you Santa to use me in any hole, without mercy" she grinned, "and after that I want a pink kailla to ride through the fields"

My Name is Batty!!!

Yo, the name is Batty
The logic is erratic,
Potato in a jacket,
Toys in the attic,
I rock and I ramble,
My brain is scrambled,
Rap like an animal but I'm a mammal

I been brain-fried, electrified, infected and injectified,
Vivosectified and fed pesticides,
My face is all cut up
My radar's all shut up
Nurse I need a check-up from the neck up,
I'm Batty

It seems to have no effect doctor

They used and abused me,
Battered and bruised me,
Red wires green wires stuck em' right through me,
So hear my Batty word,
And excersise a little prudence,
When dealing with humans,

*people talking*
Phone call Mr Darwin
All the graduate students please move closer..
scapel, more nitrous oxide
The eye makeup when inserted rectly seems to have some effect
Remove the brain cap
You notice by dipping the bat in a series of pain..
After a 6 hundred packs of cigeretts
The animal seems to exhibit some..
I said orally
OMG I'm reading by my genitals
Insert the electro.. we're losing him
Seems to have no effect doctor
Wait, get me another one.. get me another animal!
Look professor they dance up and down just like elvis
Fine, strap him down, if he moves medicate him,
Medicate him, medicate me!
Seems to have no effect doctor
Thank you nurse,
Why don't you ever call me?
*people talking*

Doesn't seem like animals comprehend any pain,
They just get used to it!

Cause I'm a real fruit bat and I'm ready to rap,
I'm ready to snap,
I suffer from sciatica and chapped lips,
And jock itch,
Like a rocket in my pocket and a need to scratch,
But now I can't stop it,
I'm Batty...

I'm a real fruit bat and my logic is erratic,
I'm Batty...
Its my batty rap
Shave his head its just and animal!
My batty rap..
If you just take a little off the sides
Who's Batty? Moi

Gotta love the classics

Happy Turkey Day

Snagged this from my friends blog

 Dominance and submission - Life on its Ear?

To the outside world, everything about us is upside down. Those of us who live or dabble in the leather life see things differently, do things differently, love differently. We are passionate, curious, and full of energy and life. We take pleasure from a touch of fear and pain. We appear weak when we should be strong yet we are strongest when we appear our weakest. We find freedom in bondage, and independence in being owned. Our Doms appear to be male chauvinists, inappropriately perpetuating the male dominance stereotype, but are often the kindest gentlemen and most attentive and caring partners and lovers. Our submissives appear to be weak dishrags, undermining the hard-won rights of women in society, yet they are some of the most independent and strong-willed women to be found anywhere. To the vanilla world, everything we do is backward, upside-down, and foreign. In short, we scare the Hell out of them.

And yet as much as the vanilla world fears us they are morbidly fascinated with us as well. Perhaps we appeal to some base desire, primal urges that have been buried in the course of upbringing and societal conditioning. Really the only difference between them and us is that we shed our societal skins (some more privately than others) and allow ourselves to feel and revel in the natural urges of childhood and adolescence that we bury in our attempts to fit into the adult world. We go with our gut as it were. We act on our urges and  inherent natures with the abandon of a child but with the responsibility of adults. What looks like a carnal machiavellian free for all to the vanilla world is really a very carefully choreographed dance designed to feed our urges and needs while ensuring the safety and respect of those who choose to dance with us. Things are never fully as they appear.

Until recently it was nearly impossible for vanilla folk to look very deeply into the leather world without actually taking a step into it themselves. Sure, there was a little BDSM pornography here and there but it was very difficult to come by. About the only option was to place personal ads or find one’s way to a BDSM club in one of the major metropolitan areas, something few vanilla folks would ever consider. But along comes the Internet and suddenly anyone with a computer or a smart phone can peek behind the curtain and a whole lot more. The trouble is, what they see is often very different from what we do. And the misperceptions developed by pornographic images, videos, and uninformed writing are adopted as gospel by newcomers and wannabes, often to the detriment of themselves, their partners, and the leather community as a whole. Our fearsome and near satanic reputation in the vanilla world is only further cemented by bad actors or misinformed newcomers.

The Internet not only allows vanilla folks to peek behind the curtain, it allows them to pretend to be one of us and part of our community. While we welcome newcomers and often go out of our way to help educate and inform, the Internet allows anyone with an imagination and a minimal ability to communicate in writing to present themselves as a Dom or sub. Of even greater concern, to present themselves as knowledgeable and experienced.

With all the attention brought to BDSM and D/s lifestyles by mainstream entertainment such as the 50 Shades trilogy, people have become more curious than ever before and the curtain is not just being peeked around but is being ripped away. As the glare from the light of the vanilla world grows ever harsher, experienced practitioners of the BDSM lifestyle are shrinking further and further back into the shadows, leaving only the newcomers to talk amongst themselves. The result is a whole new universe of inexperienced and uninitiated people communicating with one another purporting to represent the BDSM lifestyle online who frankly have no experience whatsoever. The free for all is nowhere more apparent than on Tumblr.

Wannabe subs and Doms are everywhere on Tumblr and to some degree this is a wonderful thing because it shows just how interested and curious people really are about BDSM and D/s. And for those who genuinely take the time to seek out good information and become students of the art form, there is a wealth of knowledge here though you have to dig through a lot of bullshit to find it. Those of us who feel ourselves to be part of this lifestyle almost universally consider ourselves to be students of it. We thirst for knowledge and experience. We truly study BDSM, striving to be continually better at our craft. For some, it is almost a full-time occupation. We take this very, very seriously.

People who have never actually experienced the power and majesty of a D/s relationship stick out like a sore thumb to those who have. Take the wannabe Doms for example, the guy who posts captions under every picture on their blog along the lines of “get on your knees and suck my dick slut” and “this is going to hurt but you are going to thank me for it.” Uh, no. No really, that may be your fantasy but that is not how it works and not frankly where the reward lies either. That is the imagery of the Internet pornography talking but has little or nothing to do with actually having a D/s relationship with a living breathing human being. And frankly, it misses the whole point.

What the vanilla world fails to grasp in its shallow pornographic peek into our world is the depth of the relationships that can be built around Dominance and submission. This is not brainwashing or cult activity. This is the bonding of two human hearts and minds in a way that is difficult to describe. While the vanilla wannabe Dom is fantasizing about forcing a sub to do things for him and accept things from him, the genuine and experienced Dom is thinking about how to be worthy of ever greater devotion and a growing desire to please on the part of his submissive. The wannabe wants to force, the Dom wants to entice. A vanilla wannabe is so intent on getting what he wants through force of will that he cannot even conceive of a relationship where a submissive would actually crave dropping to her knees and worshipping him. It is utterly beyond his comprehension. So all he sees in the BDSM pornography is the woman on her knees, bound and cuffed, and he can only assume that she is there against her will or by force of his. He cannot conceive of the sort of relationship where a submissive would actually crave the release of self experienced in submission and have a pervasive and continual desire to want to please her Dom in every possible way. As I said, everything about us is foreign to the vanilla world.

To vanilla folk we appear to objectify one another in a D/s relationship; Doms are totems to be worshipped, subs are objects to be used and discarded. The wannabe Doms and subs act on this belief and can be seen doing so all over Tumblr. Sadly, a lot of people are missing the whole point of D/s in these actions and I perceive are getting pretty emotionally hurt in the process. Far from being objects, genuine Doms and subs are the epicenter of each others’ universe. Doms spend much of their waking hours thinking of how to be more worthy to their submissive, and submissives spend much or their mental energy thinking about how to be more pleasing to their master. This is far from the typical “what’s in it for me” attitude of many vanilla relationships. Indeed, once again it is a polar opposite. D/s is inherently a giving relationship where even the Dom who outwardly appears to be taking all the time is indeed focussed entirely on the needs of his submissive and how he can be ever more worthy of her submission. Indeed, the Dom sheds self nearly as much as the sub does, just in different ways.

So do we turn life on it’s ear here in this D/s lifestyle? Perhaps to the vanilla observer we do, but I would argue quite the opposite. We in the BDSM lifestyle are actually living more authentic lives, in greater harmony with our selves and the needs and desires of our partners, than most vanilla relationships. In many respects I believe that it is society that has turned life on its ear and that we who strive for successful, sensual D/s relationships are actually closer to our true selves and have deeper emotional and physical relations than most in the vanilla world could ever conceive.

So pay attention as you roam around Tumblr and elsewhere, read the words people write and look for the belief structures behind them. If you pay attention you will likely get a good sense of who the person is, whether they really have any concept of D/s and the BDSM lifestyle, and whether they are truly a student of the Dominance and submission craft or just a paragon of bluster and bravado or a desperate craving for acceptance. All are welcome here but sadly not all get it.

So whose life is on its ear? I’ll take mine thanks.

Caption © For The Love of a Submissive, 2012

Ah, Hell No Creeper

(Found this on Fetlife...So thought I'd share it)

Actually, you DON'T have the right to not be perved or creeped on.

So, I've noticed a trend of late. There's been a lot of posts by the younger scamps and scampettes about how awful it is to get all sorts of crude, rude, graphic messages from (gasp) the OLD PEOPLE.

First off, eat a dick. You aren't THAT fucking amazing, kid. But that's just me being mean and bitter. Don't worry, once you've aged a few more years, you'll get there, too.

My MAIN point, however, is this.

You actually do NOT have the "right" to not be hit on, talked rudely/lewdly to, or generally looked upon as a sex-object.

Yes. I know. This is absolutely horrid and atrocious.

Boo fucking hoo, you whiny little cunt. Shut up and pay attention.

What you DO have is the right to tell the other person to fuck off. This right is held by you and you alone. Not your Daddy, not your Mommy, not your Sir, not your Ma'am, not (insert whatever cock-assed descriptor you're using THIS week) .

YOU.

YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR DEALING WITH YOUR OWN SHIT.

If someone says something to you that makes you feel "unsafe" or "not secure"...guess what?

That actually has nothing to do with them . It's all in YOUR head.

It is not our responsibility to make a perfectly safe little bubble of unreal world where you can say or do whatever you want, while everyone around you tiptoes around trying oh-so-carefully to not offend you or hurt your feelings or Satan forbid, make you feel "uncomfortable".

It is, in fact, not only not our responsibility to do that, it is our SACRED HOLY MISSION to burst that bright plastic little safety-bubble you live in.

This is the Life. It has teeth, and it has claws, and it will FUCK YOU, KILL YOU, and EAT YOU if you aren't careful.

If you want to play, that's fine and dandy. play all you want.

For sweet fuckery's sake though, you WHINY LITTLE SHITS...don't complain when you find out you've been playing with a tiger all along and it turns around and bites you.

As for being hit on by people you don't like?

Big fucking deal.

Man (or Woman) up, and deal with it just like we did when we were your ages.

Stop being such miserable little cunts and just get on with your damned lives.

Which, by the way, aren't anywhere NEAR as interesting/ hot/awesome/amazing as you think they are.
THAT IS ALL.

FUCK YOU

You know, I was sorry for hurting you, for feeling like I betrayed you by keeping a secret. Did I ever sleep with anyone else? No, did I want too..No…would I have..Never…

You made me feel like everything was my fault, ever problem, dream, curse, spoken word, action…

You told me that my secret was like cheating on you…how worthless I felt!

Now I know the truth. Now I know the real you. It wasnt my secret, it was the fact you wanted out from the get go. You had found someone new.

Well I am glad that the way you were so easy to walk away, and to not feel guilty was to put me down so low that I felt I couldnt bare to live….

I am glad I got to know the real you now…and now for the first time in a long time…I am no longer sorry for my secret…for I kept it because I didnt want to hurt you by saying I was unhappy…
but you hurt me by saying what you said, and cheating!!!

Thank you for proving me right!!! yet despite it all..I wish you happiness…for I know I will find mine!

Please forgive me one day

Leonardo da Vinci: What have you done?
Henry: I have been born to privilege, and with that comes specific obligations.

Leonardo da Vinci: Horse shit!
Henry: You are out of line, old man.
Leonardo da Vinci: No, you are out of line. Have you any idea what that girl went through to get here tonight?

Henry: She lied to me.
Leonardo da Vinci: She came to tell you the truth, and you've fed her to the wolves!

Henry: What do you know? You build flying machines and you walk on water, and yet you know nothing about life!

Leonardo da Vinci: I know that a life without love is no life at all.

Henry: And love without trust? What of that?
Leonardo da Vinci: She's your match, Henry.

I made the worst mistake a human being could ever make. I hid something from someone I loved. If I could go back in time and change it I would, but I cant. Truth is I have always lived my life this way. Putting my happiness on the back burner to ensure that my partner in life was happy. My mom did it to my dad, and everytime she ever wanted anything for herself, or for them both he would cheat or worse take all the money in the bank and leave.

I am not saying it is an excuse, but its part of my mentality. I never wanted to hurt him, that was that last thing in my life I ever wanted. I just wanted him happiness, and telling him that I wanted something, was selfish to me. It scared me, because I truly believed if I ever wanted anything, that he would leave. So I never asked, I never spoke it. I simply hid it from him. Now because of this, he left me.

I dont blame him. I myself would have left me too I suppose. I understand why he left, and I am not angry with him. I am truly devastated but what could I do? I am the one that messed up, and I now have to suffer the consequences.  It really hurts though, because as I sit here I realize just how truly I am alone, and just what I lost.

I cant change what happened, I can only move on from it and try to learn from my mistakes. Am I sorry for what I did, yes tremendously but no matter how many times I say it, I dont think it will ever be fully heard, understood, or accepted. The worst thing is, I will never forgive myself. I dont know where to go from here, even writing this is so hard. I havent stopped crying, I feel like I cant breathe, and I just want to roll over and shut myself down.

I've only felt this way before one other time, and I just dont know how to go on from here. I wont ever make an excuse, I did what I did, I knew what I was doing, and I shouldnt have done it. No matter what. I just paid the biggest price. I just wish he could see that I do love him, and nothing in the world matters to me but him. Now it is too late.

I cant begin to reveal how deeply sorry I am for every putting him through this pain. I know what I did, I am forever sorry. I know you want nothing to do to with me, but if I could ask for one thing, one deep wish that could be granted...It would simply be that you find your true happiness. No matter where it is. You are a great man, you deserve to be happy, even if it isnt with me.

I love you Brad, so much. I am so very truly sorry for ever hurting you. I hope one day you can forgive me!

Questionaire I did for a friend

    Do you think masters and slaves can ever get to the point when they spend too much time together? – And if so, how do you know when that point is?

I believe you can get to the point of spending too much time together. The point that you really know it has been way too much is if you secretly start liking the times they aren’t around, or are wishing they would leave just so you get that alone time for yourself.

    How much time away from your master do you think you need in a given week? – And what kinds of things do you like to do for yourself during your free time?

When it comes to alone time away from my Master, granted I would expect it to be only after I have finished all my tasks that serve him, but then I’d like maybe one or two hours a day, so about 14 hours a week to myself isn’t so bad. That way I can catch up on movies I want to see, or read books, or do my photography that I enjoy doing. Everyone needs privacy and alone time, or they will go insane.

    What really makes a date or any time with your master truly special for you?

What makes it better than any other time we spend together is when I have his undivided attention!

    Have you tended to avoid arguments with past owners or is it more like you to talk about all types of the feelings and concerns you have?

I do my best to avoid any argument. I am an adult, I can talk like one. When I am upset, I enjoy having maybe 20-30 minutes to just cool off, that way my temper doesn’t get in the way of my judgment, but once I cool off, I am able to just openly discuss my feelings and what is bothering me.

    Do you think masters and slaves should always be open and honest with each other, or are there things that it is okay to hold back?

I believe that they shouldn’t be afraid to openly discuss things, but let’s face it. If my best friend is telling me something personal, it should be confidential and not shared with the world. Now, I wouldn’t likely say anything about it, unless I feared they were going to hurt themselves or someone else. As far as I am concerned nothing else other than something like that should be hidden.

    Can you talk and share on an intimate level as well as you listen to a friend in need?

Yes I can

    Do people need to fish for compliments from you, or are you the kind of person who frequently gives spontaneous acknowledgements and praise to others?

Not generally, but I don’t go overboard. I do enjoy boosting egos, but sometimes going to extremes is a little ridiculous

    What are the most important responsibilities for a friend?

To listen, understand, and accept them for who they are

    Do you think success in life is largely a matter of good organization or largely a matter of luck?

I don’t think it is either. I think success in life is a matter of motivation and focus.

    Responding candidly, what are your strengths and weaknesses as a friend?

I listen very well, and I try really hard to understand and have patience. I am the life of the show really, and I try to make all my friends have a good time.

My weakness is I am easily upset about situations, and very opinionated to the point where I will tell you, even if I know it will hurt. I don’t believe in dancing around the bush. I tell you how it is, and that’s about it.

    What are the most important responsibilities you have to a romantic partner?

Making sure they are happy, keeping their trust, and being their shoulder when they need you.

    Do you feel offended or rejected when a master asks for time, space or privacy to take care of some personal business?

No

    Do you ever feel afraid that once a master gets to know you really well, that s/he will like who you really are or will think less of you?

No, I am sure they will, and if they don’t their loss. I am scared once they get to know me fully they will get bored.

    Do you find it difficult to trust a master completely? Explain.

Yes, not because I don’t trust them as a person, but because of my past experiences. I don’t want to repeat getting masters that are just like the ones I have been with before.

    Would you feel uncomfortable telling your master about things in the past of which you felt ashamed?

I would be uncomfortable about it, but if it pleased him, I would get the courage to tell him.

    Would you describe yourself as a rapid thinker? Explain.

Yes I do. I am very quick to think of things I learn, and I consider myself to be witty.

    When you become frustrated at not being able to figure out the solution to a problem, does that make you work even harder to solve it? Explain.

Yes it does, because I am a perfectionist, so I will stress over it, until it is done the way I want it to be done.

    On a typical day, would you describe yourself as a person who likes frequent change? Explain.

Typical days, No. However I don’t like things always being constant either. I get bored easily

    Would you eagerly talk to your master about your sexual fantasies?

Yes I would

    Is it like you to direct your master what to do in bed so he knows best how to please you?

I would first ask if that was alright to do.

    In your mind, is there any difference between ‘having sex’ and ‘making love’?

Yes there is.

    Do you believe that the best kind of love grows out of strong friendship?

Well, it can, I don’t think you can love someone without being a friend to them though.

    In your opinion, how can a couple overcome differences on issues like religion, ethnicity, politics or social class?

By understanding of each other. Just because you don’t like something, or believe in something they do, doesn’t mean you can’t accept them for who they are.

    When it comes to a master, how would you define someone who is unusually well adjusted?

Well, if they are adjusted, it means that they are secure, and possibly have been doing this for a long time.

    How do you flirt physically with a master and how often do you like to?

I don’t even know when I flirt. I feel I am socially ignorant when it comes to flirting….

    Do you like to act like a kid and playfully wrestle or have a tickle or pillow fight with a master?

OMG yes!!!

    How comfortable are you with PDAs (Public Displays of Affection) and which kinds?

I am into it all, even sexual!

    Have you ever taken off work early to spend some special with your master or a loved one?

Yes!!!

    Have past masters consistently complained that you would frequently call to say you were running late for a date?

No

    How much alone time during the week do you need with a master to feel satisfied?

Aside from my alone time to myself, I’d want to be attached at the hip, but I understand personal space. I feel this question is more inclined to chains, and that’s something I won’t do anymore.

How to Perform Proper Anal Sex

Graduation Day from Olni

(This is the song I danced too)

[13:23]  Iris (anara.lexenstar): Our seventh dancer today is Ula, owned by Lathan Loxingly of Rorus. She will be doing a Love Dance of the Newly Collared Slave Girl. Ula, you may enter and prepare.

 [13:24]   ȷ'ѕ ʋɭɑ (inara.serrao) stepped into the pit. The sand squished between her toes, as her weight pushed down upon its surface. She swallowed hard, before she raised her left arm high above her head and bent it at the elbow forming a lovely angle. As she pointed her left foot, she bent her knee just enough to give balance as she arched her back, letting her crimson hair fall down her shoulders, to hang loose nearly touching the sand. She could feel all eyes on her, which caused her heart to race, nervously.

[13:25]   ȷ'ѕ ʋɭɑ (inara.serrao) closed her eyes to calm her nerves. As the music began its slow sorrowful tune, she took in a deep breath. Then with a rock of her hips, she stepped forward, her body coming to its full height as she un-arched her back, her right arm sliding up her body, sending thrills through her. She had been without the touch of a man for so long, that her own fingers tantalized her. She rocked her hips to the left towards Maddy while her lustful gaze scanned the crowd for her Master.

[13:25]   ȷ'ѕ ʋɭɑ (inara.serrao) ‘s eyes caught sight of his handsome face, and though she rocked her hips towards Maddy she quickly twirled in his direction. As she moved the sand kicked up around her ankles, clinging to her flesh. Her silks tickled up her thighs, with each shake of her hips. She bent forward her hair falling down her shoulders as she twirled her head and rose again to his gaze. She thrust her chest forward, and smiled as she lingered her thoughts on the way he had touched her before.

[13:26]   ȷ'ѕ ʋɭɑ (inara.serrao) turned and revealed toned muscles in her back, as she looked over her shoulder at him. Then she snaked her hips from side to side, letting the silks catch anyone’s gaze as she bent her knees slinking lower to the sands. She bit her bottom lip, while she spun on her rear, and landed on her side. She arched her back some and bucked her hips in his direction, excited, she knew if she danced well, she would lay with him this night. How eager she was to please him.

[13:26]   ȷ'ѕ ʋɭɑ (inara.serrao) lifted her leg high into the air, as she let her fingers trace up thigh to her calf. She swallowed hard as the feelings made her heart race more from the delicious torment. How she ached for him, desperately craving his Mastery. She moved to her knees, parting her thighs wide as she rocked her hips forward, and arched her back more, her arms moved before her, her fingers stressing out wanting him to take her then from the pit.

[13:27]   ȷ'ѕ ʋɭɑ (inara.serrao) stepped forward, bending her knee as she swayed her shoulders from side to side. Her arms moved on each side of her swaying as if she flew like a herlit through the air. Her breathing picked up with the music. She was excited, eager knowing she would have a chance to please him to her full capacity if she danced pleasingly enough. With a kick of her left leg, she groaned wanting to be done with her display, so she could rip off her silks and beg to be touched then.

[13:28]   ȷ'ѕ ʋɭɑ (inara.serrao) planting her foot firmly in the sands, she twirled over and over again as the music gathered is climax. The sounds filled her soul as she thrust her hips from side to side, her arms reaching toward the crowd, pleading to be grasped and taken. She was overwhelmed with the knowledge that she would be in his arms, tending to his every desire. She rocked her pelvis towards him, showing him just how eager and hot she was already with mere thoughts of pleasure.

[13:28]   ȷ'ѕ ʋɭɑ (inara.serrao) thrusted her hips from side to side in a rough staccato as the music sang her joy faster. Her arms were firm, as if bound by those who watched her. When her desire swelled through, she punched her hips forward, and then started to sway her wrists gracefully, as she lowered her arms to her sides. There she spun in a circle, showing off the garnet silks that wrapped so elegantly around her, aiming to catch his fancy, for soon she will be with him, writhing helplessly beneath him.

[13:28]   ȷ'ѕ ʋɭɑ (inara.serrao) twirled again in a fast circle before the she took a leap towards the back of the pit, her body displayed in the air, as she displayed her beauty in the air. When she landed, the sand picked up again, rising to her calf, and clinging to her. She leapt again back towards him, her happiness swelling higher, that she could not contain her movements in thrusts and swaying.

[13:29]   ȷ'ѕ ʋɭɑ (inara.serrao) the music crescendo higher and higher as she swayed from here to there, her arms yearning to be bound, and pulled to release her from the overwhelming thoughts of being tossed to his firs. Her knees bent more, as she swayed faster, her silks swishing higher up her legs, while her arms wrapped around her belly like a rope tying her. It was too much to bare, the knowledge that he desired her, that he would put her to the test of being truly a woman, helpless to her need of being in his arms.

[13:30]   ȷ'ѕ ʋɭɑ (inara.serrao) turned, and swayed her hips some more. Her joy was shining brighter, as she smiled more revealing glistening white teeth. She turned again, her back towards him, the crowd, everyone. She rocked her hips so fast to the music, which her body shook, she was near the release just by the thought of pleasing him this night. Drums danced in her ears, as they beat upon the hard leather. Her breathing was fast, short. She couldn’t take it anymore.

[13:31]   ȷ'ѕ ʋɭɑ (inara.serrao) when she turned, she looked to him, his eyes on her froze her instantly. She was exhausted from displaying her body before the crowd. She was covered in a sheen of sweat, her crimson hair matted to her forehead. She groaned more with the desire to crawl to him, but she couldn’t. All she could do was twirl, and twirl before finally collapsing to the sands. She hit her knees rough, kicking up more sand that clung to her thighs. She parted them, before falling to her side, her right arm stretched toward him, her eyes turned, with lifted lashes as she pleaded for the command to stop, and come to his boot. She had danced hard, and fast, needing to please him, to please all the free, it was her life to do so, for she was kajira!

 [13:34]  Juivu Loxingly (juivu) J looked apon his girl, and reached to her, his rough hand brushing down her cheek. "You did well." J spoke firmly as his hand lowered down her soft skin

 [13:34]   ȷ'ѕ ʋɭɑ (inara.serrao) leaned into his touch, she caught her breathing, as she leaned into his touch, "I hope your beast has pleased you, my Master" she said softly