*her heart thundered within the casing of her chest, palms normally warm and soft had chilled, for hands she had studied scrolls, tucked herself away in quiet, out of the way places, and even on occassion been caught displaying hints of what had come to possess all of her free time

the culmination of those efforts now came to exist, quietly she approached the place upon the tiles, her silks shifted and moved, those hips rolled in ways that eluded to what might be witnessed, and within her hands she held a simple metal box, she knelt, the silks skimming the tiles as her thighs were set to gape, her back tall and proud, a tip of her chin, a shake of curls and You could see Your steel there clutching her throat

it had been no simple task, acquiring what was needed for this debut dance, but the enterprising slave of the Merchant Magistrate was determined to see it through, wagers from all angles were made, some lost, many won, the end result was the item which she now pulled from the box she had carried with her to this place upon the tiles

she opened it as if something might jump from within the sealed container, painted nails moved with great care, caressing the metal, it's contents filling every bit of space within, slowly she began to pull, the length continued for what felt like a pasang or more, the amethyst ribbon at last revealed

gathered in her hands, she sought the aid of a city slave, tucked behind a large pillar, hidden, all that could be seen was the fall of her vest and chalwars and then a repetive series of ribboned movements, at last she stepped into view, bound in this ribbon, like straps, holding everything tight against her tall frame*

*the purpled ribbon clenched at her curves, hugged her in every way, those long curls of darkness suppressed, hidden now behind her, almost veiled as Women would be veiled, the ribbons tight wrap ceased midway down those creamy thighs, with more time it may have wound in the same fashion to her ankles, but she had waited long enough, the need for her to present herself in this way to You consumed her every thought, instead the ribbon coil in a single twist from the wraps securing her ankles to where the bands began hug just above her knees

as You watch she kneels, again as Your slave, the heat that pulses her body stricken by the cool touch of the tiles, she moans long and low as the ribbon bites into the flesh on those thighs, tugging tight until at last it shifts, crawling upwards, following the trail that leads to hidden treasures

the bindings were tied only at her feet, but they held every hort of her secure, it would take skill and talent to free herself from them, those seas fixed upon where You rest upon the pillows and pelts, storm clouds form in them as the music begins....slow and winding were the stringed chords that rose from the kalika, her neck stretching, pitching her head forward, with the long strains of music her head began to roll, the twisting freed the ribbon tucked behind her head, freed, her curls began to tumble about her shoulders, still she rolled her head, the ribbon loosening

from between the bands You can see her rubied lips, they part and out slithers her tongue, it works as partner with those pearls of white, curling and coiling the ribbon, she pulled, then she bit, each sinking of teeth matching the steady pound of the drums, until just the very tail is clenched

then she shifts, her shoulders first, the rest of her form following, it was like a wave as it traveled low, it's grip felt in her hips, assets once settled upon heels lift, trapped in the bindings she begins to squirm, twisting those curves, rolling her shoulders, grrrrrrrinding her hips, the ribbon feasts on the slack until at last her arms, still bound to her body come to meet in front of her

in her mind she hears Your voice, strong and true

"bracelets"

restrained, this was her offering of such to You*

*her seas, half lidded, slowly open, the blue gaze searches and finds You, the ribbon, still clenched between her teeth is tugged as her head rolls back, then its released from it's pearly grip, it falls along her chin, drawing a withering trail down along the taut wraps that hold her, fine lines of her flesh visible, each tinting a rich crimson as the meaning of the bindings sinks into her mind, she hears the music and feels the tug, her assets still lifted from her heels, she stands before You on her knees, swaying softly to the rhythmic pulse of the drum

as You watch You see, the bindings are not fought, they are accepted, there is fire burning in those blues, but it's a fire of passion, her movements are twists and turns, meant to draw the tug of ribbon, to feel it's control, to understand and thrive within it's purpose, her assets rise and fall, a hungry rock to her hips, the ribbons pulled tight about her thighs, cutting up and into those treasured folds, her fingers splay wide and again You are lured to watch the twists and turns of her curves, those fingers crawl her flesh beneath the bindings, taking turns they work themselves up and uP, first one then the other arm is freed, yet still bound, bands tight at the wrists limit her motion as she tips herself forward and presses palms to the tiles

her shoulders draw low to the tiles, her assets rise, strapped in tight bands of amethyst the bindings holding snug about her ankles, out reaches one hand, fingers pawing at the tiles, the limit is reached and she purrrrrrrrrs, the other arm reaches, again the tug felt and the purrrrrrrrrrr deepens

You watch her moves, see how they conform to the control, see how they work in sultry ways to still accomplish what they desire, she works within the limits, and still she manages to display herself, to feed the heat that boils within her, still she dances before You in splendor*

*by the time she reaches where You are settled she is no longer the bound slavegirl You first witnessed appear from behind the thick column, the ribbons have changed her, the control they hold on her enhanced her, and now, before you crawls a beast, You can smell the heat and You can all but feel the rumble of the purrrrrrs now etched into her throat

the restraints have moulded her, shaped her, drawn her focus to her every move, her heart thunders there in her chest, a slick sheen of sweat enhances those curves, and at every point of pulse, if You look, You can see the movement of flesh, it thumps as does the rising pitch of the drums, a steady drive now, again and again

she is bound, controlled and she is vibrant in it, You can feel warm pants of her breath across Your sandalled feet and more You can see how she demonstrates it to You, she rises up, turns those curves, twists those hips and winds her arms out before her, then stretches them up above her head, the moans rising as the bindings squeeze her flesh, their tug kept steady, every wrything shift confirming what You already know*

*every curve of her glowed, her features had a torrid expression, those wrists continued to tug as the music grew, she would stretch to reach towards You, her palms opened, then fingers curling, closing as if beckoning to You, the limit would be reached and she could feel the squeeze of the restraints, her head would toss back, her hips would grind

heaving breaths were drawn into her chest, rising those ripe mounds of flesh, the ribbon nipping at her, sinking deep, holding her yet setting her free

the shifts of her body gradually moved the ribbons, her hands, pulled to caress her as Yours would begin to crawl her flesh, fingers curl, nails digging in, then releasing, she worked her hands beneath the ribbons that wound her chest and before You she lifted them, crying out as they scraped her skin, higher still until she tucked them behind her with one simple arch, You watch as her body shudders, the cold of the tiles spread from sweat palms to her shoulders and down her spine

those assets come to settle upon her heels once more and You see the muscles strained against the bindings, those hips still churning, slowing now, as the music softens, You hear her panted breaths, You see again the pulse, the musky scent of her radiating from exposed petals of flesh

about her belly remain the bindings, hugging her tight, holding her, she purrrrrrrrrrrrs once more as the last strains of music fall from the kalika, then falling off to silence as well are the drums

Your beast.......Your slave.......bound by Your will to her very soul*