Ajira's Story

Slave's Submission (A Kajira's Story)

The girl walks into the doorway of her Master's private chambers, slipping to a kneel in the large gothic type doorway, her milky thighs pulled open widely as long arms lifted over a bowed head of chestnut curls, pooled on the stone floor, her pale cheek resting against it with a fire raging in her belly. Softly she speaks, "Master, please may your slave enter your chambers?" Waiting in a quiet, relaxed state, moaning softly to herself as she awaits your answer. Seemingly to take forever as she knelt there, listening and waiting. Finally, your words, "Enter my slave."

Raising up with a fluid grace, her lithe, slender body swaying with each step, a soft belled jingle heard as she moves quickly to your furs as she slips down to a kneel. Pulling her creamy thighs open wide, her juices glistening against her sex, as she moans softly to the cool kiss of the air. Her small hands resting upward on her thighs with a head of golden ringlets framing her face like a halo, words flow over her cherry lips, "Master, how may I please you this night?"

You pause for a long moment, drinking in the girl before you, trying to decide if it will be a night of personal pleasure or one of allowing all to see your new aquisition. You smile download as a finger wraps up your cheek resting on your knuckles with your chin. Your words are then spoken. "Girl, you will accompany me downstairs, for tonight you will serve in my home. Do not disappoint me."

Trembling slightly at your feet as she lifts her head at your words. She softly feels the breeze of you moving by her and motioning for her to follow quickly she raises and steps up behind you. You think of leashing her but know she will follow. Her head lowered slightly with a few tendrils of chocolate silk falling over smooth shoulders as she descends the stairs behind you. She lifts her eyes to see the tavern full this night, a heavy breath escapes her lungs, as she hears a few taunts and whispers at being the new slut.

Her first instinct to turn and run quickly fades from her thouoght. Instead, she moves with a soft grace to the chair of her master. She listens to you stop and greet guests, but goes about in her slavery. Slipping to a folded kneel, straightening up high in honor and pride of being chosen to wear your mark, small hands brushing the crest of full breasts and coming to rest upon the soft flesh of her thighs as she pulls them open widely, waiting for her command.

Her ears perk as she hears the thump of your boots drawing closer, her heart beating faster as she listens, a soft fear flows through her veins wondering if she should have run, holding firm before you as you sit back and relax. Your words come quick and fast, "Chilled, ta-wine, harta, girl." Your words making her jump at the loudness, her voice quivering slightly, "Yes Master, at once."

Her slender form raises as she hears a silence sort of spread over the patrons, feeling their eyes burrow into her. Her small feet whispering back a few steps as she turns and quickly moves toward the kitchen, long legs rippling with each step closer to the shelves. Her large wolfen brown eyes scan the shelves as she peeks upward. Glancing over the shelves, spotting the perfect goblet, a large silver piece, etched with a warrior on tarnback, a smile crossing cherry lips as she lifts up high to wrap long slender fingers to the stem and bringing it down to full breasts. She turns on on e heel and quickly moves over to the wash basin, her eyes lit up with a desire to please, knowing her master watches her every step. Her heart pounding in coursing waves as her fingers nimbly wipe the goblet clean, the soft caress she knows so well bringing the silver to a shimmer. Giving it a tip to the light of the fire as she sees the steel band locked around her throat, eyes tearing slightly as she moves to the cold room and quickly moves over the cool stones, her breath visible in clouds, picking up a bottle of ta-wine, brushing a hand over the label and smiling.

Quickly moving back to the warmth of the kitchen, her nipples in hard peaks against the sheer fabric. Smiling as she reaches the door and slithers her way toward her Master, the voices startings to whisper once again at her dedication and her movements as she comes to a folded kneel before him, popping the cork off the bottle, and letting it flow over the sides of the vessel, smiling to the liquid now flowing like blood. Setting the bottle aside as she pulls the goblet up over her belly to rest in the valley of full breasts, settled against her heart for three thundering beats, each drum beat chanting out their name in a tribal chorus. Her eyes lifting up slowly as she brings the vessel to touch ruby lips, feeling the coldness through the silver and pulling it back, her tongue snakes over her upper lip to retrieve the drop of water left. Turning the kiss to his lips as she listens to her words float on the breeze as if no one else is around. "Master, I bring you this chilled ta-wine, I pray it teases your tastes, tantalizes your senses and wuenches your thirsts. I hope to have honoured you this day in the presence of your guests, and have made you happy she is your girl. I also seek the blessing of the Priest Kings to be bestowed upon you and keep you safe."

Holding the drink for what seems an eternity before feeling your fingers creep up her flesh, tickling her skin bebfore pulling it from her grasp. You lift the drink to your lips, looking around a moment as the crowd falls silent once again. Hearing the silence, awaiting your approval, her heart pounding in her ear as she hears you finally speak, "lil one you have served me well, and you are a blessing in addition to my home." A soft gasp of pleasure flows over her as she lowers her hands to parted thighs, wathing you drink.

Silently she kneels to your side, listening to the loud and drunkin banter spouted freely. The girls roaming about the home in a silent grace as the paga continues to be served. Suddenly, a thump is heard against the small side table, her whole body jumping in surprise as the tavaren once again seems to stop. "Girl, I want you to dance for us." Her heart caught in her throat, dry as she tries to speak, her eyes wide, "yes Master."

Here voice quavers as she asks permission for the use of your whip, "Master, may I use the whip at your side, so I may please you adn the guests." You slowly remove the coil from your side, pleased by her quivering form as it is handed to her, fingers curling about the leather. She holds the whip in her hand, long fingers run over the surface, rosy lips curl in a smile as long legs carry her to the sandpit, a slender frame sways, and somes to rest in the grainy silver sands and poses herself, a head of chestnut bowed down, arms at her curvy sides, one small foot positioned in front of the other. She slowly lifts her head as amber curls graze over smooth shoulders, held back by a strap of leather, the music begins softly, the whip gently swirls about her feet with a flick, as the music comes to a heavy climax, a small hand brings the whip down with a crack. Her body turns and pirouettes upon tiptoes as wolfen gold eyes flutter in the light. Her body sways in fluid motions hearing its entrancing sounds, the whip slides over the alabaster frame, feeling the soft loving caress from this rope of pain and pleasure.

A low moan escapes parted cherry lips as she draws the whip over soft creamy thighs to the crest of full, firm breasts. A light kiss is placed to the handle once it reaches ruby lips. Raising her long arms in a graceful motion, the slender girl's body pulled taunt while standing tall, soft courves outlined by the fire, turning upong pointed toes the whip whirls about her body, pulling her tight in the leather embrace, a soft slap is heard as the tail comes across her calves, a slight moan, the tiny pain awakening in her belly along with the pleasure of the dance. The kajira body starts to fight within the whips coil, tightening with her struggles like a snake to its prey, the whip to pool at her feet, stepping away only to once again bring it to female flesh, pulling it free of her feet with one motioin and brings it back with a crack, another beat to the music. She dances in the sand pit, grains of sand flying as she leaps upward, the whip held high *CRACK* as she lands with a feline grace, spinning in a series of hitch kicks and aerial splits. *CRACK* as she moves again, the slave captured to the whip and dance, the leather cracks with the cymbals of the music.

Lifting the whip overhead as it comes to crack over the slender frame, leaving a trail of red kisses on alabaster flesh, whispering the tale of the whip's passing. her breathless gasps escape as she shivers, tiny welts raise on silken thighs, full breasts forcing her body to throb in time with the rhythm. She shudders to the command of the whip but obeys. Gently trailing it over the soft flesh after ucoiling it from her body, feeling the soft pleasure that such a weapon of pain can bring, silent gasps of pleasure escape rosy lips as the soft leather trails over the red welts recently made, a smooth erotic touch now replacing the stinging pain, her heart pounding to the mixed sensations. She shudders again as the smooth soft tails of the whip caress her now awakened form, the whip demanding pleasure instead of pain.

Her full hips sway as pointed toes picot giving a soft jingle of slave bells, the whip pulled close in a tight embrace holding her ita captive, now an untamable lover as magohany eyes burn with increasing need. Slowly she kisses the whip as the music slows and seductively floatson the breeze, pulling the whip over letting it encompass her, still the whip's slave as she brings it to lay against creamy flesh fr a long moment the tiny red kisses visible to all. She slips to parted knees as the music fades, silken alabaster thighs part widely binging her form up tall, soft pants excape her lips as her head is held high, the light catches the silver collar on a swan like neck, hands coming to rest once again palms facing the moons of Gor, a soft smil as her head bows in respect as he kajira comes to rest against the soft sands. Her hands pick up the whip and quickly recoil the length, her body still visibly covered with the whip's kisses, breathing heavily as she reaches your feet once again, your treasure, before you as she lifts the whip back to your waiting hand.

The silence deafening as they await your approval. Then your fist hits in a loud thunder as the acceptance rises, her heart light and happy she has pleased you yet again. A few soft tears roll over pale cheeks to bounce over full breasts. She settles back once again at your feet. Your last command comes as a surprise as the night is stll young. "Girl, my lap and rest." She raises up and slips her bare ass over your thighs, feeling the muscles flex and moves under her firm bottom, a head of silken spirals lays to your shoulder as she softly fades off to sleep, as you caress her long hair. "Rest well, my pet, you have pleased me." A soft smile curls to her cherry lips as you think she has fallen asleep.