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First Dancer to dance is: Tivi
[05:59] Tivi Shenzhou-Darkfold (tiviyah): An old African
Proverb states, "Every morning in Africa a gazelle wakes up. It knows it
must run faster than the fastest lion, or it will be killed. Every morning, a
lion wakes up. It knows it must outrun the slowest gazelle or it will starve to
death. It doesn't matter whether you are a lion or a gazelle. When the sun
comes up, you better start running." Blinking a bright blue eye into the
glare of the rising sun, she smiles to those gathered and whispers, "Better
start running..."
[06:00] Tivi Shenzhou-Darkfold (tiviyah): The sun peeks up
over the horizon, rising just above the tops of the mountains before her,
however distant. Precious softness of silk wafts gently against her skin in the
subtle breeze which commands her softly, 'Dance...' Snapping her head to look
towards the beam of light peeking into view, the slave breaks the statuesque
pose she'd been holding and begins to dance, swirling gracefully on pointed
toes. The slightest hint of talendar in the wind, flowing from the golden-white
locks of hair pinned into a thick bun atop her head.
[06:01] Tivi
Shenzhou-Darkfold (tiviyah): Flying high on the wings of devastation and
despair, she moves about her circles in a whirl of blue and purple silk,
rippling in the air as the waves of the rolling thassa in the distance,
threatening to consume her, toes tracing intricate patterns in the sand. A
small hiss leaves slightly-parted lips as the harshness of daybreak finds the
bareness of her neck. A deep breath is taken, not a step is missed, as the
slave repeats softly to herself, "Others are simply more suited than I,
and that is ok."
[06:01] Tivi Shenzhou-Darkfold (tiviyah) opens her eyes,
having not realized that she had closed them, only to find herself still
dancing... but not just dancing... dancing before Men. There are Women too, of
course, but the seemingly timid little slave lets her gaze dart from one Man to
the Other, bringing her hands down and whipping her body around, using the only
defense she has against Their touch: constant movement. They cannot touch her
if They cannot catch her... They cannot collar her if They cannot touch her...
she cannot fall in love if They do not collar her.
[06:02] Tivi Shenzhou-Darkfold (tiviyah): The art of
seduction is not necessarily something that one does deliberately... sometimes
the shyest of slaves can be the most alluring. The girl's eyes lock on one Man,
gaze fixated, unable to look away... opening her arms and bending down as
though she may kneel. Just as a knee touches the sands, both hands move upwards
and she spins away again. Not understanding that to run from them only provokes
the chase, her eyes search the crowd for that One Man... the only One who could
cause her to sink to her knees.
[06:03] Tivi Shenzhou-Darkfold (tiviyah): Heart fully open
and alive again, she passionately relives that moment, dancing from her knees,
even writhing in the sands. Pushing her body up and arching her back, her lithe
form stretches to its full length, petite as she many be, displaying herself to
Him, cloaked in silk... the silk He had given her. "Surely He will
remember... surely He will know..." With another heavy sigh, the slave
hangs her head and whispers to herself again, "Others are simply more
suited than I, and that is ok."
[06:04] Tivi Shenzhou-Darkfold (tiviyah) rises to her feet
again, almost sharply, though her movements remain fluid, graceful. The joyous
memory fades from her mind and she once more remembers where she is. To dance,
in this way, with so many others to watch, used to be her greatest pride and
joy... it used to make her feel alive. Now, as her gaze passes over each of the
Men again, it is her greatest fear. It is said that she should dance so that
she may be rewarded... that she may be dragged to an alcove and raped, or raped
right there in the sands.... so it is said.
[06:05] Tivi Shenzhou-Darkfold (tiviyah): Turning her eyes
to the skies briefly, though not believing the Priest Kings would help her now,
the tone of her movements seems to change. No longer timid slave, frightened of
Men, but a warm-blooded slave moving her body with more precision... the
precision of a trained slave... a trained dancer. Her hands circle around her
head, quickly the first time, so much so that one would think nothing over it.
Wrapping her arms over her torso, she rocks gently back and forth, seemingly
torn between two things... right or wrong... heaven or hell... eat or be eaten.
[06:05] Tivi Shenzhou-Darkfold (tiviyah) finds herself lost
for the last time inside her own memories... the night she'd found herself
dancing before Him. Oh how He'd loved to see her dance, and how she desired to
please Him so. Every part of her being ached to serve Him as best she could. Though
this particular night, it was not in His chambers... for she was no longer His.
Her eyes catch His across the tavern and she moves especially for Him until He
would rise, excuse Himself from His company, and approach closer to her, the
One who got away. Lion and lamb... Captor and His lovestruck captive... Master
and slave.
[06:06] Tivi Shenzhou-Darkfold (tiviyah) pirouettes around
Him now, a sultry mixture of slave flesh and silk pressing against Him. Raising
up on tiptoes, she whispers to Him His repeated lesson, her quiet reassurance,
"Others are simply more suited than I..." He would turn His head to
smile at her, "Such an understanding girl..." In sync with His words,
the ultimate irony, she plunges her hairpin into His neck, covering herself in
the blood of from her Master. Those in the tavern would scatter as the slave
sinks to her knees, sobbing softly and speaking her last words to Him, through
gritted teeth, "... it... is NOT... ok." The lion slays the
gazelle...
Next to dance is: Wren
[06:13] Wren (novaleigh.freng) kneels quietly, hugging
slender arms to her chest, a thoughtful look clouding jade orbs. The slave lets
out a soft exhalation of breath and glances upwards, a small smile playing
across rose-hued lips as the music begins to play.
[06:14] Wren (novaleigh.freng) slides forward with toes
pointed, elongating lithe body, and stretches a hand toward the heavens. Fiery
auburn locks obscure green eyes as the dancer looks out, seeming to scan the
dock as small frame twists forward. Petal-soft lips part, allowing a single
soft-spoken word to pass. "Master..."
[06:14] Wren (novaleigh.freng) rises fluidly, a hand gliding
in front of her face before the beast sinks downward for an ihn, leg stretched,
brand displayed. The girl rises and steps back, body moving as though
weightless, and twirls, luscious hips swaying from side to side. "This
girl has so many reasons to dance..."
[06:14] Wren (novaleigh.freng) steps forward, emerald eyes
mixed with sadness, and thanks to Him, a hint of hope. Body twists and turns
with practiced grace, willowy arms cutting patterns through thickness in the
air. "Thank you, Master, for everything..."
[06:15] Wren (novaleigh.freng) seems to stumble for an ihn,
but recovers, gliding forward, well-toned arms outstretched for the skies. She
whirls about, taking a deep breath of the salty Asperiche air and closing moss
green eyes, smiling as if savoring a sweet memory. "Thank You for
reminding this girl how to smile..."
[06:15] Wren (novaleigh.freng) moves forward with measured
steps and twirls, eyes opening wide to scan the area once more. Luscious body
continues to move as fingertips dance over cold, familiar steel. "For
taking this girl in..."
[06:16] Wren (novaleigh.freng) steps forward and spins
softly, arms raised, arching supple spine. The beast dips low, a shiver passing
over tiny frame, and smiles again, fingertips combing through the soft granules
of sand. "For reminding this girl of her purpose..."
[06:16] Wren
(novaleigh.freng) raises an arm to the heavens and closes wide eyes, stepping
back and twirling on pointed toes. Hips undulate with careful rhythm as creamy
cheeks flush pink. A soft twinkle lights green eyes as lashes kiss rounded
cheeks for an ihn before raising. "This girl can dance again because of
You, Master..."
[06:17] Wren (novaleigh.freng) takes a deep breath as if to
prepare herself and smiles wide, whirling around and around, the dock, the sea,
and the city behind it seeming to blend together with each twirl. She smiles,
another soft sigh spilling past parted lips as toes dig into the sand.
[06:17] Wren (novaleigh.freng) sinks to the ground with
another soft exhalation of breath, cheeks burned pink from her efforts, and
slides forward, crossing arms over her chest. Another glance upward is stolen
before the beast presses her forehead to the ground. "I am Yours,
Master!" she calls out. "La Kajira!"
Next to dance is: Aesa (which is me!)
(Me)
[06:20] Ender
Bluetooth (ender.streeter) watches intently as his girl takes the sands
[06:21] Аɛѕɑ (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. The different
colors surrounded and swirled as the sun began to rise. The waves of the thassa
crashed behind her, urging her on. Today she would be pleasing, lest she fall
prey to the whips of the Masters of Asperiche. ((ready))
[06:21] Malhavik Oni (malhavik) holds up a tinny flag with
roo on it waving it softly
[06:22] Аɛѕɑ (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 Charis
while her lustful gaze scanned the crowd for her Master.
[06:22] Аɛѕɑ (inara.serrao): ‘s eyes caught sight of his
handsome face, and though she rocked her hips towards Charis 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.
[06:23] Аɛѕɑ (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..
[06:24] Аɛѕɑ (inara.serrao): lifted her leg high into the
air, as she let her fingers trace up her 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.
[06:24] Аɛѕɑ
(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.
[06:25] Аɛѕɑ (inara.serrao): planting her foot firmly in the
sands, she twirled over and over again as the music gathered its 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.
[06:26] Аɛѕɑ
(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.
[06:26] Аɛѕɑ (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.
[06:27] Аɛѕɑ (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.
[06:27] Аɛѕɑ
(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.
[06:28] Аɛѕɑ
(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, to
show she was not an insolent cooking pot girl, but a prized slave that would
devote her life to honoring her Master!
[06:29] Malhavik Oni
(malhavik) wavesw the flag more hearing the people chear he whistles loudly
[06:29] Ender
Bluetooth (ender.streeter) smiled as he applauded, his face clearly had a
pleased look on it
Next to dance is the Kajirus (male slave): Jimmie
(he was the first male slave I have ever seen dance at all)
[06:35] Jimmie Hammill gulps as he addresses the Free
assembled, and croaks "This Dance, Masters and Mistresses, is a version of
the Chain Dance, for the kajirus. I pray to the Priest Kings that it pleases
you."
[06:37] Jimmie Hammill runs through the dark forest like an
animal, a tabuk pursued by a tarn, wide eyed in fear, running through the
trees, twigs snapping underfoot, feet bruised by rocks, branches cutting into
his smooth flesh; he runs and he throws up his arms to protect himself from the
low hanging branches; looking back to see the flash of scarlet cape, the
glitter of a golden helmet, the moonlight reflecting off the hilt of a sword;
and still he runs, heart pumping to burst; shaking in fear, tears welling in
his eyes, wind whipping against his skin in the darkness.....
[06:37] Jimmie
Hammill hears the rumble of distant thunder as he runs across hill and dale,
muscled legs aching, calves cramping as he struggles to stay upright, his lungs
struggling to hold air, slipping and sliding across a fallen tur tree to cross
the river near the city, running toward it as if to a sanctuary.....
[06:37] Jimmie
Hammill reaches the city at carnival time and runs through it as if it was
afire, dodging the celebrants, masked and anonymous, turning back to see his
pursuer, calm, relentless as a larl; he dodges into an alley to catch his
breath and gasps as he sees the scarlet cape come down the alley in pursuit; he
runs back into the crowd; dodging and turning; and wherever he might flee,
there is the Warrior, calmly stalking his prey, circling with ease and
masculine confidence, slowly... slowly... slowly moving toward him, and
wherever the boy runs, there is the hunter........
[06:39] Jimmie Hammill shudders as he staggers on aching
legs, trying to run, flailing his arms, pushing revelers from the way of his
flight; back to the alley and the hunter is there; through the tavern and the
hunter is there; through the silence of the library to the chaos of the blocks,
and the hunter is there; and the boy stumbles.... a trip.... a toe stubbed on a
cobble, falling to the ground, and looking up to see the scarlet cape, the gold
helmet, the sparkling hilt of the sword... towering above him....
[06:39] Jimmie Hammill struggles, writhing and flailing,
struggling to be free of the Warrior, but the Man is too quick for him. The boy
stumbles to his feet and starts to run, but he is breathless and he falls
again. The Warrior grabs the boy by the hair and lifts him up, then releases
him and the boy falls to the ground, the leather boot of the Warrior now firmly
on his chest. Muddy, his muscles slick with sweat and grime, a crowd gathers,
laughing and chanting at his fate, while the Warrior nods at him and reaches
for his belt.
[06:39] Jimmie
Hammill howls, wretched, desolate; and the hunter, the Warrior of crimson cape
says nothing, as he pleads in misery, pleads for his freedom, and the Warrior,
unmoved, takes out the collar; and the boy raises his arms, kneeling, lowering
his head, wrists crossed. The collar is placed and a chain of twenty feet
attached to it; the steel snaps shut, the lock is turned.......
enslavement......
[06:40] Jimmie
Hammill shivers.... and he thinks he sees a trace of a smile appear on the
Warrior's impassive face; and he looks briefly into the Warrior's eyes, and
sees amusement, and the boy knows he is trapped; and the boy rises up, running
as far as the chain will allow....
[06:41] Jimmie Hammill
dances around his captor, furious, a snarling sleen, running, as if to escape
the Warrior, dancing out to the full length of the chain as if to escape, to
run, to be away from his captor; he bares his teeth in hatred, snarling,
growling, tabuk to larl in the click of a collar; he circles his captor like a
moon to the glittering scarlet sun, imprisoned in the Warrior's orbit yet
pulling away, trying to break free of that which is his center.....
[06:42] Jimmie
Hammill moves in the orbit of the Warrior, circling, eyes narrowed in hatred;
and the Warrior, like the sun itself, as his natural right, takes up a fist of
chain, pulling the chain slightly toward Him each time the boy circles his
orbit, drawing him slightly closer to him on each orbit; at times allowing the
boy to drift out, but never to the full length of the chain, and each time
drawing him closer....
[06:42] Jimmie
Hammill pleads with his body as the Warrior draws him in; begging, bargaining,
cajoling, displaying himself to distract the Warrior; feeling the relentless
draw, of chain and collar against his neck, and the overwhelming power of the
Warrior drawing him toward him, slowly... slowly.. and the boy bucks and kicks,
crying out in frustration, and he suddenly becomes calm and moves in seduction,
gracefully; then howls, baying at the moon, tears welling up and moving away
from the Warrior, as far as the Free Man will allow....
[06:42] Jimmie
Hammill resists the pull of the Warrior, keeping himself at a distance,
snapping and growling, crying out and begging, pleading and cajoling; and the
Warrior effortlessly, with the great strength of a Gorean Male, pulls him
closer.. A flick of the wrist and he is drawn in, howling, resisting, and the
boy retreats, only to be reigned in again....
[06:43] Jimmie
Hammill is drawn closer to his captor, as the Warrior pulls the length of chain
very close, and he writhes on the ground at the feet of the Warrior, arching
his back, cooing like a dove then roaring like a larl, moving his body in a
swaying motion, and rolling on the ground, only to suddenly break and run,
feeling the cold steel cut into his tender neck... because he is too close in
the orbit of the Warrior, too close to ever break free; he is possessed..
owned......
[06:44] Jimmie Hammill feels the touch, the firm but tender
hand of the Warrior under his collar, holding him by it, fingers rough from
battle against the skin of his neck, and he breathes deeply, the pounding of
his heart becoming quiet as he looks up at the warrior with pleading eyes.....
exhausted...... possessed...... owned... and he gasps slightly as the Warrior
puts a rough thumb under his collar, lifting him up and carrying him to his
quarters.
Last to dance is: Eden
[06:49] ღ ℯdℯη ღ (karesinda.warwillow): "Imagine.. if you will, please...
A woman, strong and proud, a woman who had only moments before chosen.. of her
own free will... to submit to the Warrior who held her heart. Now, kneeling
there before him, stripped bare of her robes, shivering gently at the feel of
the steel she begged from him now wrapped around a slender neck, amazed at how
quickly that band of possession warms itself next to her skin. The thoughts
that whirl through her mind are not ones of regret but, instead, they are
thoughts of awe and wonderment... "i am his... he is my Master!"
[06:50] ღ ℯdℯη ღ
(karesinda.warwillow)'s emerald eyes, shimmering brightly with emotion, cast
upwards to the man who now owns her so completely, feeling small.. helpless...
vulnerable.. as his strength towers over her. A tremble of delight passes
through her as he speaks, his voice low.. commanding.. intimidating...
"Dance for me, my girl".... as a soft breath catches in her throat,
she begins to move...
[06:50] ღ ℯdℯη ღ
(karesinda.warwillow) pushes back onto the coolness of the tiled floor as long,
lissome legs draw up in an attempt to tease at her Master, a soft frown toying
over heart-shaped lips as she gazes into his eyes and sees no pleasure within
their deep blue depths. Gently, she rolls to find her feet, lithe hips swaying
invitingly as she peeks over a soft shoulder, sinking back to knees just as her
heart sinks in her chest, her motions stopping as she curls over knees, softly
sobbing into her hands and crying out.. "Ohh, my Master, pleasee.. i
can't.. i don't know how!!"
[06:51] ღ ℯdℯη ღ
(karesinda.warwillow): "The girl slowly looks up to her Master as he
reaches down to cup her face in his hand, the beat of her heart stopping as he
peers into her eyes, his expression soft as he looks upon the girl who just
moments ago was his Lady, finding he is still awed by her beauty and grace,
seeing the uncertainty and confusion that now clouds her face, he wipes at her
tears and, after a long moment of silence, he lifts her to her feet, the tone
of his voice warm as he speaks to her... "Dance, my girl"
[06:52] ღ ℯdℯη ღ
(karesinda.warwillow) lifts gently to dainty feet as her Master guides her,
eyes sparkling like jewels as she looks to him, her steps as timid and unsure
as a new born tabuk as she prances slowly before him, the effort to please
causing her to tense, lean muscles of legs to become taut as she moves, a soft
whimper escaping past full lips as she dips low, the timber of his voice
caressing her ears.. "My girl, let the passion you felt when you begged my
collar strip away your inhibitions.. close your eyes.. Dance.."
[06:52] ღ ℯdℯη ღ
(karesinda.warwillow)'s eyes close as she absorbs her Masters words, small
hands sliding softly over bare breasts before teasing over svelte hips as they
begin to undulate, focusing only on the beat of her heart as she turns and
steps away, fingers reaching up to touch the band of steel around neck as a
delicate foot raises gingerly, pivoting almost languidly as she follows the
steady rhythm beating within, willowy arms reaching out as if to release the
woman she once was, inviting the fire of the slave in..
[06:53] ღ ℯdℯη ღ
(karesinda.warwillow)'s twin falls of silken fire cascade over creamy shoulders
as lashes flutter lightly upon cheeks, lissome body flowing gently as the beat
of her heart guides her motions. Tenuous hips roll as hands move blindly over
pert breasts, fingers tease over a smooth tummy, a soft gasp mummering over
lips.. as if she is truly feeling herself for the first time. Sinking low, long
painted nails rake over inner thighs, sending a tremor of delight through her..
[06:54] ღ ℯdℯη ღ
(karesinda.warwillow)'s eyes flitter lazily open, gems of sultry jade cast
towards her Master, absorbing the look of quiet pleasure upon his chisled
features. Rounded ass pushes back, a hand following the slight curve of a hip
learning to yeild to the steady beat of a new slaves heart as they roll wide,
sylphlike arms raising high as her body begins to flow openly, lustrous tresses
trailing cashmire kisses over bared skin, evoking shivers of sweet pleasure
that begin to weaken her..
[06:55] ღ ℯdℯη ღ (karesinda.warwillow) slithers to knees on the cool tiles as
her body gives in to the new sensations, engulfing her in an enticing dance of
self discovery as she succumbs to the warmth spreading through her, the brilliance
of eyes darkening with desire as they look to the man who now owns her, lunging
toward him and drawing back in a sensual tease, long tresses tickling the swell
of round ass as she arches back, surrendering to the lascivious pleasure
staking its claim on her..
[06:55] ღ ℯdℯη ღ (karesinda.warwillow) yeilds fully to the salacious yearning
of her body, thighs trembling with a new found hunger, driving agile hips to
grind down as they roll, hands sliding over aching breasts before moving up to
lift luscious tails of flame from slender neck, a soft gasp whispering at her
ear as fingers find the warm steel, lightly caressing it, absorbing the freedom
it allows her body, reveling in the sheer joy of it, her sensese heightened by
the meaning it holds...
[06:56] ღ ℯdℯη ღ
(karesinda.warwillow) reaches forward over the tiles as hips grind wantonly
downwards, lust-filled eyes looking to her Master as she stretches to him, the
moisture of her need glistening like a summer sky dripping rhinestones as she
crys out softly, "Ohhh please my Master..." the words trailing off to
echo in her ears as she folds upon the tiles, quivering silently as small hands
extend in their begging. An awakened slaves soul praying for her Masters touch
to release the fire that rages within. ~la kajira~
AND DRUM ROLL PLEASE!!!!!
First place goes to Jimmie
Second place goes to Aesa
Third place goes to Tivi
So I had a blast dancing this dance competition. It is the first time I ever placed in a dance competition so I am excited for the next dance. Read them, and then leave me a comment on who you feel should have won. I would love to see everyone's opinion.
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