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A Whip Dance for my Loving Master
By beryl of Sar
Trembling the girl kneels before the post. The moons iridescent light filters down to reveal her naked flesh as the evening shadows darken around her. Taking a deep breath, she peers timidly out into the room, and she is reassured as she sees her lovely sisters kneeling within the warmth of the fire. Just knowing they are there lifts her spirit and gives her the courage to go on. Lowering her eyes humbly; unaware that Master stands within the darkening shadows as her creamy soft thighs part wider in the soft moonlight, giving Him a hint of His newly acquired treasure. Trailing her hand slowly she brings them upward over the satiny flesh of her thighs. The hands of the girl come to rest upturned toward the moon, in quiet surrender to the One who owns her. Suddenly she shrinks back as a glint of light flashes out of the darkness. Cowering, she timidly peers into the shadows, with a gasp her heart beats faster as she spies her Master standing proud and strong within the lingering shadows. The flash of steel from His dragon knife at His side sends shivers traveling down her back. Her eyes lower shyly as she feels His gaze upon her as she kneels still. Hearing Master beckon to her, she trembles nervously. The soft melodious sounds of the kalika drifts to her as she rises with the grace of a she-larl. beryl sighs quietly as her hips begin to rotate leisurely to the soft melody as Master motions her to dance. Surrendering herself to the uplifting music, she brings her hands up, touching back to back as her hips rock, oblivious to the glint that flashes in Masters eyes as He shakes out the whip held fast in His left hand. Twirling about, her feet light upon the sands as she teasingly sashays around the post. Long locks of midnight tresses fall in soft waves down her back to tease playfully at her waist as she slowly rises to her toes; pert nipples hardening as she stretches upwards toward the moon as it filters down to gently caress her soft flesh. With a gentle sway of her hips, she reaches out to grasp the post, her tender fingers caressing it as a slave girl would her Master. Teasingly, she lowers her heated flesh down along the post. The roughened surface tormenting her senses, driving her closer to the dark side, and the special place only a slave girl and her Master knows. A soft sigh is barely heard as she slowly stretches up to her toes, her dainty hands reaching up to clasp around the supple leather strap bolted above her head. Closing her eyes, thoughts of her Master filling her as her hips rock in a gentle rhythm. From out of the shadows a loud ~CRACK~ is heard. beryl gasps, choking back a scream as she falls against the post, her mind reeling as the whips lash kisses her tender flesh. The blinding white heat from the leather sears a permanent brand upon her heart and soul. Spinning away from the post, her fingers trail slowly down over her ample breasts, cupping their fullness in her hands in silent offering to her Master. Tears fall softly as the heat from Masters whip drives her onward as she strives to please Him, submitting to the first mark of the whip signifying the love she has for her Master. Drawing provocative circles down along her quivering belly with trembling fingers, she slowly lowers to her knees. Her supple, creamy thighs part widely, revealing the sweet passions of a slave girl. beryls' hips rock with intense ardor, tempting, teasing, as her passions climb higher. Her quivering fingers trail down along her thighs as a soft moan escapes succulent parted lips. Crying out, a loud crack echoes through the room, setting her soft flesh on fire. Masters' whip setting her soul ablaze with the second kiss of His supple leather. beryl touches her head to the floor, crying, as she surrenders to her loving Masters' second mark, giving to Him her devotion, and all of her hopes and desires. Stretching her arms out before her, her fingers splay wide in her submission to Master as her hips rise higher, swaying provocatively. Suddenly she pushes her heated body up, rising fluidly to her feet, a naughty gleam sparkles in her tear filled eyes as she tosses her head and whirls away, sashaying mischievously to the far side of the room. Pushing her ample breasts out as she leans forward slightly, she draws a silken tongue teasingly across her lips. Her seeking fingers tracing a line upwards over her thighs, moving slowly upwards, her intense blue gaze searches the shadows for her Master. beryl draws her hand upwards, a lone finger trailing through the deep valley of her breasts to caress the beautiful leather collar encircling her neck. Raising her arms above her head, she stretches up on tiptoe, reaching for the stars. Her blue eyes darken with her passion as she twirls about. From out of the shadows, a crack bellows, the stinging tongue of leather reaches out a third time, tormenting her, driving her to the edge as she crumples to her knees. Sobbing softly, the lash brands itself upon her tormented body, marking her slave, as she succumbs to the will of her Master. Quietly, Master steps from the shadows. His powerful presence overcomes her and she crawls sedately towards Him, her blue eyes searching within, seeking the knowledge that she has pleased Him. A deep hunger burns within as she strives to obey His every command and submit to His every desire. Lying prone before her Master, she relinquishes her soul to Him. Tenderly she kisses His feet, softly whispering as she lays her warm moist cheek upon His boot, Your girl loves You Master. |