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Pleasure slave dancer
Dance of the veil
Night had set upon the castle. A crowed had gathered from nearby castles, Masters them all and brothers to that of hers. Tiny candles gracing carved stone brackets in the stone walls, casting a shadowy luminance upon the wall and the many ancient carved stone figures of famous kajira dancers of times long ago, standing sensually and seductively in various corners of the great hall.
All was still except the gentle flickering of the flames, cracks and pops of the wood burning in the great halls vast fireplace, giving a warmth of welcome upon the entire room of cold stone walls and floor. A canopy of firelight glowed across the ceiling flickering its shadowy light, offering its protection from natures fury and cold outside.
Along the center of the great hall stood even more glamorous statues of kajira dancers, Each depicting kajira in various postures, their eyes inset with gems giving them an almost haunted appearance; like they could come alive at a moments notice. Between each of the statues, torches were staked into the sand and lit, their flame flickering in serpentine twists and spirals to lick and bathe the stone kajira, flickering off the gems in their eyes casting a soft glow over the pristine white sand pit, to illuminate the dancers, enticing the watches for want of more.
A massive face of rocks carved delicately into uneven yet handsome designs by yet the skilled hands of male slaves, gave way a home to a thunderous waterfall, adorned one end of the dance pit. The glistening crashing and enticing sounds of the water spilling from the top of the falls emptied into a large pool of a greenish blue, mineral water perhaps, so crisp and clean even after the lengthy passing of time. Surrounding the waterfall on three sides was the large pit a circle of snow white sand that had been carried by hand by many a slave from the beach into the great hall to create the perfect scene to entice the slaves to dance their beauty before the watchers.
Dead center of the pit, a large wooden post worn smooth by the passage of time held a soft glow from the surrounding torches. The pit was free of ornaments save a single small wooden chest with golden hinges at the edge of the pit facing toward a platform of aged stone. The platform housed the resting places of the Free, Masters up high to gaze longingly at the beauty of the dances from days gone by. Those times had returned as it was no longer abandoned, life had returned to the great castles of the strongest Masters once more.
Sitting just off to the left of the post nearly half way to the edge of the pit sat a solitary kajira, her frame cast into shadow by the lack of light cast from the blazing torches. She begins to shift, toes drifting through the soft sand as fingers followed suit but rose into the air allowing the sand to trickle through her fingers returning in peace. Pushing up into a crouch, knees drew up toward her breasts, toes curled and invisible in the sand.
This mere slave girl, looks up in the direction of her Master’s eyes, waiting to do his bidding and delight Him and His guests with His sweet little slave girl dancing sultry, seductively and passionately before them all. Performing her Master’s wishes, she dares not look away awaiting His glance towards her, for that ever so casual sign from Him to begin her performance for them all.
His eyes finally meet hers and softly ever so gracefully she presses her fingers into the sand pushing her small frame too stand before Him, a soft kiss she blows to her handsome Master, then turns bowing sultry, defiantly to the rest of the crowd of on-lookers, other Master’s as He himself, all brothers in arms.
Her hands begin to trace slowly and softly over lovely scarlet silks giving each on-looker a glimpse of the brief but lovely silk barely covering hanging low over creamy sexy tanned hips falling so sensual down to slender ankles. One corner of the lovely silks drawn loosely into a knot about rounded hips, the other draped over one smooth silky shoulder. A threaded belt of golden coins draped low over slender round hips holds those scarlet silks every so softly covering her beauty. A lovely yellow veil held tight by a coined halter, matching that of the belt adorning her slender waist, again concealing more of her Master’s slave’s beauty, those voluptuous soft breasts, He delights in caressing, capturing, owning that of her beauty now held from the watchers.
Glamorous wrists and dainty fingers ornamented with lovely bracelets and cymbals and a matching coined collar about slender sensual silky tanned neck, now finishing her display of her brief adornment before all, now standing beautifully before them, arms high wrists outward, a quick glance to the musicians to see if there ready.
Nervous, lovely tanned satin body prickling with the chill of the hall and the fear of the eyes of the watchers upon her, she glances to her Master knowing he sees the fear in sparkling sapphire eyes.
Master clasps his hands and the dance begins;
A clink of the finger cymbals and the sharp note could be heard throughout the hall, swaying seductive slender hips, she begins to dance for them. Firelight glistens from the coins of the halter, cheap coins were of small worth ornamenting such sultry, sensual beauty. A slaves beauty, a beauty which glows & reveals itself only after her ownership to a Master, and His sculpting, molding, teaching, to bring out the true perfection of the beauty in femaleness of a red silk pleasure slave, created by a Master’s hands.
Parting lips, a soft melodious tune flowed freely, peacefully into the night, a gift from her for all that she was and craved to be.. kajira.. the love of such warming within her belly. Ascending to her feet, heels never touched the sandy floor but kept raised as sculpted limbs propelled her in a near springing glide across the sand. Pausing at the chest, it was with wonderment and a true exhilaration that brought her immediately to her knees, the impact rough in appearance as sand shot up in a light spray all about her only to settle back down, granules scattered about her thighs and soles of feet. Tossing open the lid in a fluidic thrust of hand, the contents befell sapphire pools.. bells, candles, oils, glitter, silk wraps.. and many other wondrous assortments had been made available to her.
Picking up a leather anklet strap, the bells chimed whimsically with such a pleasing song, it was this she chose and adorned left ankle. Rising back up with all the grace she could muster, she left the chest open. Only now did she peer up and out toward the stony platform once more, where that aquatic gaze caught sight of her Master sitting within His chair. A bright smile; one bubbling over with the fire within her erupted to set creamy countenance alight. Within her chest slave heart erupted into a rapid drumming, one which she timed with a tapping of left foot and cymbals on her slender fingers, forcing the belled appendages to chime and sing.
Unwilling and reluctant turning away from the watchers, but His slave must obey. Moving ever closer to the crowd hips swaying slowly seductively towards them, a slender hand moves slowly to the veil tucked in the sparkling coined halter, turning pulling the veil free only briefly, revealing, teasing, tantalizing her beauty to the watchers, quickly tucking the soft yellow veil back into its owner. Dainty hands move down, slowly caressing sexy plump hips, twirling trusting excited breasts towards them. Ruby lips parted as if to blow a kiss. Satin tanned skin begins to glisten with small beads of sweat, as the dance moves closer to the hearth and the licking flames within. Cheering calls of the watchers fill the hall, prickling her ears sending tingles of pleasure throughout her body, lovely perk nipples pressing against the scarlet silks, threatening to burst free from their confinement.
She whirls around transfixed and captured by the slave pole, supple, swaying, helplessly about the pole, holding it as if the center of gravity, undulating, swaying yielding to the ecstasy within her body, fighting it but it holds her in perfect place, captive to the pole. Panting for breath twirling lovely hips glistening with sweet perfumed sweat, hearing her crying out with pleasure, slender legs spread seductively, hands holding tight to the pole her slender hips sexily swaying lowering her slightly round firm plump ass down as perfected knees bend pulling her sweet sex closer to the pole, flashing a sassy smile at them, as she eases back up slightly pressing her hot sex against the pole. A yearning moan escaped her lips enticing the crowd as a graceful shoulder lifts and falls, dainty hand touches lovely rounded breasts moving slowly to bare creamy shoulder, head held back glaring at the men angrily, arms high and swaying hips. Frozen into a hip sway arms high above head scarlet silks sticking to slender moist body, as the music suddenly stops.
A clasp of the cymbals and a slight stomp from her small foot slender ankle adorned by the bells, making them ring off the stone walls and the music begins again.
Impaled upon the pole, its prisoner, crying out as if in agony, moaning, ever so slightly, moving dainty hands as hips begin to sway again to the music, isolated from the body moving without thought.
A snap of Masters fingers and the dancer His luscious slave suddenly released from the captivity of the pole.
Loosening the scarlet veil from the right hip and removing it from the left shoulder. Spinning on the crowd, releasing the veil from the strap of the halter, holding it loosely in dainty hands dancing before them, teasing them for the release of the veil covering lovely perk rounded breasts. Glistening sapphire eyes looks to them, wafting the scarlet silk about her immersing in its gossamer softness enveloped in the scent to sweet performed sweat. Swirling around the crowd, unabridged pleasure to all who watched, intensifying their desire.
Springing out of the sand pit she begins swirling around her Master dropping to kissed knees sparkling eyes wide with horror, plump lips part as she draws the scarlet veil from the harness, wraps her Master in its silkiness binding them together, exposing her voluptuous breasts only to him, moving slowing before him moaning, dainty hands caressing his thigh, eyes pleading for her Master’s pleasure.
With a flick of her Master’s hand pulls the veil from her and tossing it aside, the soft weightlessness of the silk slowly drifts to the stone. Holding the girl firmly from escape with his right hand , as if such desire could penetrate past her wanting, yearning thoughts of the moment, and drawing His tuchuk quiva blade in his left, he quickly slices the leather, releasing her from the harness, the only remaining object of her concealment of those sweet breasts He owns, then ripping the scarlet silks remaining tucked in the slender belt around her soft hips, then thrusting her back before the crowd.
Frightened, angrily, contemptuous of them all, she continues dancing before the men, her lovely perk nipples on rounded breasts now exposed to them. Scarlet silks now adorning the stone of the floor no longer about swaying hips, no longer concealing her sweet hot moistness dripping over smooth creamy thighs, she whirls on them, gazing wantonness into each ones eyes. Hands moving as if starved with desire, small feet now carry her to the cool stone wall of the hall, hands plucking flowers from imaginary vines on the wall, plump lips holding the lovely flower, glistening body of nudeness so sensual pressed against the wall, turning again on the men, dancing her need before them, hot excited wanting of Him partaking of her pleasures now built up into a fiery rage, she dances around there tables, hands high in the air hips swaying lovely breasts fully exposed to them. Turning from the tables, whirling over to her Master whispering;
“You commanded me to dance my beauty for your guests, Master. What of you my Master, is the pleasures you now seek from your humble yet bold little slave girl.”
Moaning turning away for her Master, body swirling in a maddened frenzied final climax, spinning whirling in a jangle of bells and ornaments before the guests.
Suddenly the music stops, this girl falls to the floor helpless, vulnerable slave, before her Master. Torchlight glistening over sweet sweat, lavender perfumed covered body, gasping for breath, pure female beauty sculpted into perfection in its rawest form now lying upon the floor before her Master, breasts lifting and falling drinking deeply of the air. Pushing up, she drew into Nadu, position of the pleasure slave, thighs spreading to well past shoulder width, heels tucking up beneath her, breasts jutting out and up, hard nipples forcing themselves against His legs, head proudly held aloft with lowered eyes in his direction, a display of flesh, fire and a deep passion. Lips parted, barely able to move lifts her hands to her Master, as if for binding, as she now kneels at his feet.
She whispers softly again to her Master; “The pleasures of thine Master is this slaves only desire.”
“La kajaria, My Master”
“The dance of the veil is complete for thine Master and His guests.”
Written by:
asha
December 5, 2006©
