*You had spoken of beauty, grace, and joy and when Your slave thought of those words a single moment in time came to her, one that was a catalyst for so many more. Again You see her seas become hidden, her features softening as the images form in her head

three small steps taken forward in the sands where she stood, then her knees folded and pulled her

d
o
w
n

spreading them wide, pushing the sands as she did, her display not that which You prefer, it is a display of a time past, her back is still tall, her fingers reach to push send the shower of curls to cascade down her back, then the tease themselves down between the peaked mountains of trapped flesh, over her belly and then down atop each thigh

then they turn up, offering as she had been trained to do, a bold and brazen offering of the deep blue pools, she waited, her breathing capturing the memories, causing her chest to rise and fall*

*were there music to accompany her dance it would begin now, it would start sudden and it would

snap

attention to her, the drums would be thunderous, harsh and steady

they would be echoing the effects the memory has upon her now as within it's ribbed cage her heart begins to race

her body appears to jerk upwards, elongating her neck, thrusting it slightly forward as her seas open wide, her assets no longer upon her heels she appears to be suspended

as if a strong hand is wrapped about a band of steel locked to her throat, silent words form upon her lips as her head shakes from side to side, sudden fear is painted upon her features as she dangles there, the beading over her belly shifting, playing in the light that shines into the hall, You can see the shiver of her flesh, the tremble of her lower lip and pure panic in now stormy seas

then, released, her head and neck ease back, the tensions remain in her shoulders and she s-l-o-w-l-y eases her assets again to her heels, her seas instantly dropping, searching the grains of sand, humbled and silent save for the now single thumping of a silent drum*

*there was the slightest shift, as if the beast before You sought to pull away, it was but a flicker in Your view as her chin again lifted, as You see the tensions begin to surface

her flesh glows hot, rose tint upon her high cheekbones and those palms that are offered up become hidden by curling fingers, drums again would be crashed hard by the hands of musicians as again her assets were lifted, just slightly off her heels

she does not resist, she does not surrender to the urge to flee, her features do not sadden, no lip is pulled to chew, no tears pool just behind the flood gates, she is almost stoic as she is frozen in that pose

tic, tic, tic go away the ihn

waiting
silent

save for the tha-thump, tha-thump of her internal drum

then her chin lowers and she inhales, words crack from the slave's throat, words she no longer speaks, words native to the very sands she still kneels upon

~"Aye Master"~

nothing more, just those two words, then her head turns, appearing to follow the sweep of a hand, gazing about a invisible boundary, her boundary

Your limits*

*there was another sudden shift in her pose, she was pulled forward, her hands reaching up, pressing to an invisible form, her head tipped back and You see the way her tongue begins to dance and play upon her parted lips

You hear the gutteral purrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr that rumbles in her throat, those seas lidded again, now the fires play upon her shoulders, now they dance within her belly, now, against that form, her fingers curl, as if gripping, squeezing, holding on to something

her signature scent changes, deepens, tells the tale of the hunger that has been ignited

then the "kiss" ends, the slave slinks back, her chest is seen rising and falling in short, rapid breaths, blind fingers come to her throat, where she plays with what is there, not the steel but something more, a palm turned beneath her chin, she uses the tender tip of a single digit to trace something, then her hands close, wrapping about what she has discovered, the two now sliding down as her gaze moves, not to You, but to the low table at Your side

slow, gentle strokes given to what she held

then she begins to move, releasing her hold she rolls her shoulders, tilts her head back and allows her body to begin to move

her hips churn as her fingers play amidst the air, wrists twisting, fingers pointing, arms shifting and curling, weaving a path before her

up

and UP

until her arms are above her head, then her knees unfold and she comes to stand

one
two

three

steps back, until she feels the pole caress her warming flesh*

*more memories flood the beast's mind, she inhales deeply, that sultry sway of hips keeping her in motion, her arms lowering, sweeeping outward, leveled with her shoulders she still twists her wrists and poises her fingers with an elegant grace

pulling one, then the other near her, allowing the back of her hand to caress her side, another to come and brush her cheek, trading places, they explored her flesh, drawing Your eye her throat slowly

d
o
w
n
w
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r
d

You see the way her flesh trembles, You see the thin sheen of sweat that has surfaced, You watch the way the beads play against her ribs

then her hands flatten to her hips and down she presses them to the sides of her thigh her gaze following the movement of her left hand

she watches as her hips undulate, feels the pleasures such movements bring and she savors the way Your eyes follow the tips of her fingers

now she moves, forward, away from the pole

step
by
step

she draws closer to You

half the distance closed, she stops, a final shift of her hips as her left knee bends and her hip is shown, she pulls apart the strips of silk that fall from her waistband and reveals to You the mark You gave her

she draws her focus to You, watching as she uses the soft pad of her pointer finger to follow the delicate lines, each petal of the dina flower trace, she barely breathes as she remembers that day*

*the final petal traced, Your slave again moved, sultry, slinking steps, toes scraping the sand, leaving tracings of her tracks as she reaches near the edge of the pit

there was more to that day, more than she ever dreamed

You remember

she would never forget

she mimicked the same gentle moves of that day, favoring her left thigh in a way visible only to You as again she knelt

her thighs stretched, her chin lifted and her back so straight and tall, her digits caressed a final bit of her thighs before they disappeared behind her

it was now Your preference for her display

"bracelets"

with her shoulders drawn back and that heart still thundering in her chest, more words were spoken, words You would hear as they were said that very day

~"that diya is forever marked upon her flesh just as she has been upon her soul........as a slave Master, a pleasure slave"~

the words flow freely from her lips, the depths of their offering could be heard in the way they were purrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrred from her throat

then still more words from Your beast

~"a collar, Master, signifies a slave is owned"~

and now, she was moving again, the command in her head so clear to her still, she pulled her wrists from where they rested, crossed at the small of her back, she brought them first to cross over her heart, then she lifted them high, keeping them crossed as her head bowed between her arms

her dance drawing to it's close

her display of beauty, grace and joy only just beginning, she whispers now, to You

for You*

~beauty, grace and joy danced for You, my Master

all that i am, is Yours~