the nadu

she enters the room at His command, His gentle voice caressing her soul as His hands have oft caressed her body, both awakening the same fire within her.  her wide emerald eyes sparkle with the pleasure of being near Him again as her full lips gently curve in a smile of true delight as she comes into His sight.  her footsteps are slow and quiet, her bare feet moving soundlessly across the smooth wooden floor as she crosses to Him, the only sound that of her silks swishing lightly about her thighs with the lithe rhythm of her walk, echoing the musical sway of her hips.

 her fingertips trail softly along the smoothness of a table-top as she nears Him, the movement slow, delicate... her hand turning gracefully along the wood, wrist tilting in time with her inner rhythms.  she tilts her head slightly to one side, the reckless tumble of her trailing sunset curls falling about her shoulders, one stray curl drifting into her eyes for a moment before she tosses her head, swinging her hair back to rest against her shoulder blades,  and thus exposing the smooth, pale column of her throat and the sculpted contours of her collarbone.

she pauses for a moment as she reaches Him, knowing the backlighting of the room behind her casts her thin, white silks into near transparency.  standing before Him, she gazes searchingly into His warm eyes, feeling His gaze as it travels over each part of her body, surveying His possession.  she remains motionless before Him, letting His eyes rake over the soft curves and gentle hollows of her body; the soft swell of her breasts,  nipples tautening as he gazes upon her, to strain against her silks, the sweet, feminine flare of her hips, leading down to the soft shadow between her thighs that hints at the deep heat of what is now His treasure, her long legs beneath the hem of her silks, tapering to her tiny ankles... her grooming and preparation perfect for Him, down to her carefully pedicured toes, painted a soft silver to accent her white silks.  she watches His eyes as they seem to her in turns to be possessive and approving, lustful and loving, appraising and amused.

slowly, she slips to her knees before Him, her full, voluptuous bottom coming to rest softly against her heels and her shoulders squaring over her hips.  tilting her head as she smiles, her ivory cheeks are softly flushed with a hint of pleasure, knowing she is pleasing to Him with her movements.  she casts one last glance up at Him from under half lowered lashes,  to confirm His enjoyment of her, her eyes shining with happiness at kneeling before the most Worthy One she has ever had the honor to know.  

keeping her head held high, her pride more than evident, she lowers her eyes in respect and submission to His Will.  her gaze comes to rest on her hands, which she slowly, gracefully turns so that her pale, soft palms and delicate inner wrists are facing the sky, showing her vulnerability to Him alone.  her eyes trace over the pale blue lines of her veins, easily seen beneath her alabaster skin.  she raises her wrists slightly, slipping them further up the long length of her thighs, her silks slipping upward slightly to expose her creamy flesh.

her eyes closing for a moment in the pleasure of kneeling before Him, she slowly arches her back, the movement catlike and sinuous as she stretches, the deep arch accenting the inward curve of her waist and causing the full mounds of her rounded breasts to rise to His gaze, much as the waves rise to meet the tide pull of the moon.  her eyes softly flutter open again, staying on her hands as she slowly begins to part her thighs.

she keeps her movements slow and deliberate, smoothly parting the long, toned length of her legs unto His gaze.  as her thighs move apart, the whispy material of her silks rises, caressing her smooth flesh and sending a slight shiver of pleasure along her arched spine.

opening herself fully to Him, she pauses, remaining still as His eyes travel along her thighs, up to where her silks have slipped away, to take in the sight of the delicate pink rose of her slave heat, the petals lightly kissed with the barest hint of dew in His presence, exposed to Him in her complete surrender.

softly, she whispers, her voice a gentle echo of tinkling bells, "may that this girl pleases You, Master." 

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