I enter the castle moving quietly into the great hall you are sitting in your favorite chair watching the dance of the flames sipping ale. The firelight flickers over the rugged good looks of my Master, my breath catches in my throat, my eyes devouring your ruggedly handsome features and the strength in them. Hearing the whisper of my steps across the cold stones of the castle you lift your eyes to mine. "Come girl", You say in your strong deep voice that sends chills of pleasure throughout my being. I move with the silent grace that comes naturally to me as I quickly approach you. My emerald eyes kissed with the oceans mist lowering as I near.
I slip effortlessly with quiet elegance into my kneel, my back slightly arched my breasts with their swollen nipples that speak of my desire for my Master straining the gossamer fabric. My crimson silks slide up my silken thighs offering you a glimpse of the glistening wet heat of your treasure. My delicate ankles cross behind me as I settle back on my heels, flawless skin shimmering in the flickering light of the fire. A soft sigh escapes from my lips as my slave belly burns with the desire to please you, my Master.
You stand and walk to the fire. I watch quietly as you pick up a small white box from the ledge over the fire. You return to your chair. Smiling at me you sit stroking my hair, your fingers running down the length, watching the way the firelight enhances the lighter shades of red in a sea of dark, rich, red curls cascading down my back to my waist. Your eyes fill with hunger. You hand me the box smiling as you hear a tinkle emanating from it. I smile softly taking the box from you, my hand trembling as I open it. I lift my eyes to yours whispering, "slave bells." A smile plays on my lips, my eyes glittering with pleasure at your gift.
You smile at me and take the box, "your wrist girl," you say as you take the silver bells opening the clasp. My eyes widen a bit at the intricacies of the tiny silver bells as I give you my hand. you place the bells around my wrist and close the clasp. I turn my wrist slowly, listening to the soft tinkle of the bells. My eyes meet yours, we both smile. "Your ankle girl." I shift from my kneel and offer you my ankle, smiling softly as you place the bells and close the clasp. You make a gesture with your hand and from behind a heavy curtain that hides an alcove, the still night air is broken by the sensual beat of a song. "Dance for me slave," you say softly in your deep rich voice.
Rising from my place at your feet, I smile softly stepping into the light of the fire. With my movement, the tinkling of the slave bells on my ankle and wrist, blend perfectly with the music. I close my eyes feeling the fire burning in my slave?s belly, opening my soul letting my need for my Master free, filling me, and feeding my fire. The soft sensual music with an underlying animalistic beat fills the air. The music enters my body. I slowly move feeling the spirit in the sounds. My hips sway seductively without my notice, my hand drifting without thought to my elegant neck, my fingers tracing the collar that marks me as yours. I open my emerald eyes kissed with the oceans mist. They smolder with internal fires, my passion consuming me. My eyes find yours O/our gazes locking. My body moves with the music, the music and my body are one, connected deep in my soul.
My hands move lifting my hair from my neck, I move delicate hands over my head, my body swaying. My silks cling to my curves, the firelight dancing over my flawless skin. I let my hair fall in a gentle caress of my hips. My hands become yours as they slide over my neck, moving over my red silks. Hands roam over my full heavy breasts, I moan my need. Soft hands move sliding down my silks over my flat belly to my hips. I turn slowly with a seductive roll of my hips my eyes never leaving yours, as I look back over my shoulder my hips moving with the music. Your own eyes show the hunger in your soul. My hands roaming over my silks, I turn again slowly to face you. I smile as I relay my sexual needs, my breasts rising and falling with my heavy breath. My fires fed by my need, an inferno of desire. Hands roam down my hips moving to silken thighs. My silks dance between my legs with the sensual sway of my hips. Wanting hands move between my legs, feeling the cool smooth sensations of the silk on my mound. I groan.
Delicate hands move slowly over the silks pressing the fabric against the wet heat of my need. My hips roll against my hands instinctively, fed by my hunger. My hands slowly reluctantly move back up my body. I listen as the bells sing their song, I move my body with the sultry rhythm of the music, my silks speak of my need damp now with my juices. Hands move over the silks with the whisper of a gentle breeze, moving to the swell of my heavy breasts. My nipples are swollen with my want, my hunger, thumbs teasing my nipples. Hunger consumes me. My hands move to my shoulders slipping my silks from them, they fall with a rustle, catching momentarily on my swollen nipples. I gasp. The silks continue their path over my body, stopping with the swell of my seductive hips. I slip my thumbs between the silk and my soft skin and slide it over the swell and down my thighs. The whisper of the gentle caress of the cool silk sliding over my heated skin leaves chills of pleasure in their wake. I slide the silk down my legs. I step out of them and toss them aside.
My hands move up long tapered legs to my thighs. I smile softly as I see your pleasure reflected in your eyes and lose myself once again in my need for you. "Your" hands move up my body as I watch you moaning my desire to please you. My hands moving over my hips, over my slave?s belly which burns with my desire for your pleasure, to cup my heavy breasts. My hips sway to the music in my soul, hands gently squeezing my full breasts. My thumbs tease my erect nipples, catching them between my thumb and forefinger. I roll my nipples between them pinching them lightly. My juices flow freely, my thighs glistening with my need for my Master. Hands begin to stray back down my body over my belly with the slave fires raging, over my hips to my thighs. Delicate hands moving up my thighs, I drop to my knees, my movement fed by the music in my soul. My knees are parted wide for your pleasure my hands press against my mound dripping with my passion, my hunger, my need.
