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beryl rises gracefully, her soft voluptuous body silhouetted in the warm glow of the Thalarian lamps. Silky tendrils of midnight cascade down in soft waves to tease at her round bottom as she runs to the post. Embracing the post, she sighs, memories of her Masters touch filling her soul.
beryl drops sensuously to her knees behind the post. Soft creamy thighs press modestly together. Firm, round breasts thrust forth invitingly as she rests her hands upon her knees. Smiling, her blue gaze takes in the luxurious surroundings of the House of Malkinius. beryl smiles happily as her mind drifts, thoughts of serving her Master filling her heart with joy, tremors ripple through her as she dreams of His touch. Shaking herself back to reality, her gaze falls upon the bucket of warm, soapy water to her right. beryl bends her supple body forth, sinewy muscles ripple sensuously, hips rocking sweetly as she crawls to the bucket. Pressing up to her knees, she tucks a stray lock of midnight back as she reaches for the large bristled brush lying next to the bucket. beryl takes the brush in both hands, dipping it into the warm suds. Quietly, she begins her task, full breasts swaying gently as she moves the brush in slow circles along the cool tiles. beryl perks up as she hears a booted footfall behind her, creamy thighs part wider as her round bottom rises higher, inviting the firm touch of the Master. beryl sighs, her spirits pummeling as she watches the Master walk by, a look of dismay flashes in her eyes as she turns back to her work. Repeatedly, she dips the brush into the warm suds as she scrubs the floor; her movements mirror the frustration she feels. beryl peers at a Master from beneath luxurious lashes, her heart racing as He comes closer. With greater determination she scrubs harder, her curvaceous body straining with her efforts, writhing as she works...her flesh glistening with the exertion as it aches for the firm touch of a Master. beryl scrubs furiously as the Master passes by, not even acknowledging her presence, shoulders slumping over as she takes her frustrations out on the tile floor. Pressing up to her knees, her luscious body trembles as she clutches the brush to her chest. beryl smiles serenely, the brush trailing slowly down as sensuous thoughts of a hungry slave drift to the One that owns her. Her heart racing as she dreams of the One that owns her heart. Gasping, tremors course through her as the brush drags over her hardened nipple, her eyes widening in excitement. beryl trembles heatedly as she draws the brush slowly over her other breast. A soft moan escapes as she dreams of her Masters hands as she gazes off in the distance, oblivious to her surroundings as she trails the brush over her voluptuous curves. Gracefully, she presses up to her knees, creamy thighs parting wide. beryl raises the brush slowly, her body glistening with a fine sheen of moisture from the brush as it sways gently, the brush rising and falling with sensuous movement as if brushing her hair. beryl moans softly as she lowers the brush, her satiny flesh tingling with excitement as she trails the brush over her curves. beryl hears a sound, blushing as she sees the Masters and Mistresses of the House of Malkinius watching her. Quietly, she rises with the sensuous grace of a she-larl, her satiny ivory flesh glistening in the soft glow of the lamps as she twirls about, a bounty of midnight tresses flare over her shoulders and circling around to shadow firm breasts. beryl dances enticingly to the post. Clasping the post gently, she twirls around it, pulling her body closer to its smooth surface. Wrapping a creamy soft leg about it, her silky flesh caresses its surface as she moves, succumbing to the fire in her belly. beryl dances gracefully about the room, her steps light as if dancing upon a cloud, her deep blue gaze darkening as she succumbs to the fire in her belly, her luscious hips rocking teasingly with the ardor of a needy slave. The cool wet tiles mirror her lush body as she sways provocatively to the music of her heart. beryl reaches upwards, whirling about on her toes, her soul soaring as she trails a finger along the intricately designed "S" adorning her collar, her heart filled with love for the One that owns her. With soft steps, she circles the room, her eyes sparkling as they mirror the joy she feels as she dances with quiet sensuality. beryl smiles warmly as she sees Master Umbar, blue gaze sparkling devilishly as she sashays towards Him. Lush hips rock in a slow tantalizing motion, her pulse quickening as she teasingly circles Him. Boldly, she sidles closer, her breath warm and silky upon His neck as she leans closer as if to kiss Him. beryl pulls back suddenly, her eyes lighting up as she twirls around before Him, her delicious body swaying, taunting Him as she draws her fingers agonizingly slow up along her curves, trembling hands cupping her firm breasts offering them to His gaze, hips rocking with unbridled passion. beryl stops, trembling as she hears something from behind her, her blue gaze roaming about the House, searching the shadows. Dances provocatively back to the bucket, her heart races with excitement as she drops gracefully to her knees; creamy soft thighs quivering, as they part wide, shifting back onto her heels. beryl reaches forth, lifting the large brush, cradling it in her hands as she clutches it to her firm breasts. Arching her back sensuously, soft silken locks of midnight fall forth, framing her face as she peers off into the distance. Smiling, a vision of her Master filling her thoughts and heart with joy. beryl looks up startled as a shadow falls across her supple frame, her heart leaps with joy as she sees her Master standing beside her, watching. Dropping the brush beside the bucket, she bends forth, soft tresses framing her face as she bends forth, touching her forehead to the floor, stretching her arms towards Master. beryl whispers softly, "may Your girl please You Master?" Trembling excitedly, she perks up as Master commands her to come serve His pleasure as soon as she finishes her task. beryl peeks up at her Master, her heart beating faster as she watches in awe as He walks away. beryl presses back to her knees, a loving smile curving her lush lips as she shifts back onto her heels, parting her thighs wide. Raising her hands, thumbs interlocking as she brings them to her chest, fingers fluttering softly like a butterfly ready to take flight as they mimic the gentle rhythm of her heart. beryl sighs contentedly, her heart filled with the joy of slavery as she moves seductively to a new spot. Smiling as she thinks of the wonders to come, she scrubs the floor with a new vigor, happily completing her task as she dreams once more of her handsome Master, as He awaits His pleasure. |