beryl stands quietly on the dock, her Masters' steel encircles the slender column of her creamy throat, silken midnight tresses flow about her silk clad form as she watches the sunset lower on the horizon, the ships weaving through the blue green water like toys in the night,

beryl smiles enchantingly as she quietly tucks a stray lock behind her ear. Joyous thoughts of her Masters victorious return home and the nights festivities on her mind as she trembles in anticipation of serving the One she calls Master.

beryl twirls about happily, lifting up on the tips of her toes as she reaches upwards, her heart filled with delight as the enchanting music of the sea fills her soul. beryl’s supple body sways gently in the breeze as it is captured by the moment.

beryl sighs wistfully, her mind drifting to the quiet thoughts of a slavegirl as dreams of Master, trembling fingers lovingly trace the steel adorning her neck. Slowly, her voluptuous hips begin to rock to the beat of the crashing waves hitting the shore..

beryl gasps as a sudden spray of chilling water catches her by surprise, her blue eyes widening as the wisp of silk hugs her every curve. beryl arches her back, perky breasts thrusting forth, nipples taut, her voluptuous body glistening in the waning light..

beryl slowly slips to her knees upon the dock, her breath coming faster as the fires burning deep within catch hold, sending her soul rocketing. beryl’s sensual hips move in slow tantalizing circles as droplets of water trail down between the deep valley of her ample breasts, lazily she rakes her fingers over their full suppleness.

beryl gazes out over the churning sea, bending backwards, sinewy muscles ripple as she presses up into a graceful bow, dark tresses softly pooling about her hands, her body totally open as she surrenders to the deep churning of her belly. Her heart soars as the desire to please, to serve, to kneel at the feet of her Master overcomes her.

beryl slowly lowers her lithe form to the dock, the fires within rising as she moans softly. The sound of the waves rolling in fills her soul as untamed passions course through her, causing her to gasp at their intensity as she trails her trembling fingers along the sensuous curve of her breasts, lightly grazing across her belly, sending tremors coursing through her.

beryl rolls seductively to her belly, her sun-kissed legs stretching out with the fluid motion of a she-larl as her hips rock. Raising her arms over her head, unsteady fingers claw at the dock as she struggles to contain the passions rising within. her blue gaze burns with the fire of a needful slave.

beryl moans softly as persistent tremors rage through her heated body. Shifting shakily to her knees, her creamy thighs part naturally as if beckoning to her Master. Bending low she presses her flushed cheek to the rough surface of the dock, her lithe body rippling as her soul reaches out, helpless, a needy slave

beryl kneels up, arching her back, ample breasts aching for the heated touch of her Master as she thrusts them forwards. Trembling fingers drag up her rippling thighs, her slaves heat throbbing, covered in sweet nectar as she tosses her head back, a lustful moan escaping as she completely surrenders her soul in submission..

beryl lowers her trembling fingers to lightly caress her soft thighs, muscles rippling as the cool spray from the sea mists over her, hips rocking with a fury that matches the power of a slaves desire, as she struggles to leash the unbridled passion churning within.. writhing to the overwhelming music of a slave's desire.. crying out passionately

beryl opens her eyes, her needful gaze falling upon the ships as they draw closer, her heart reaching out to *Him*. Rising to her feet, her body sways with a liquid grace of a she-larl, curvaceous hips rocking, silken tresses fall in disarray as she shudders furtively knowing their touch proclaims her slave.

beryl looks imploringly towards the ships as she inches towards the portal of her submission. her blood coursing her electrified veins as she thinks of the Man that she calls Master. her blood red lips part as moan escapes the depths of her soul, aching, needy and enslaved to His will.

beryl drops to her knees, as Master approaches, her crystal gaze drifting down as she feels His gaze upon her heated body, trembling, she struggles to calm the churning within. Praying she has pleased Master this night as she kneels before Him in submission.