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iona ..  slave of the Isle .  walks to the dance pits ......and ...


rocks back upon her knees finding herself right upon her feet, moving across the tiles of the floor towards the pit, palms sliding along her silks smoothing them to lay flawlessly upon her curves, emerald jewels peek to the musicans who seem to wait on the girl, her foot lands in the pit as the hum of the czehar impatiently begins its song...

following the song of the czehar her feet begin to slide within the pit, the sounds of the kaska and the flute begin to follow and play with the czehar, the harmony moves around the breath of the room taking over its silence, the girls feels the force of the song as her hips began to sway likes the waves of the ocean pressing against the silks that shield her beauty, feet sliding along the pit as the girls turns upon them, locks of red spray out around her the green of her eyes shimmer as she dances..

moves along the pit as her body swims against the waves of song till her palms finds and rests to the pole that centers the pit, palms grasping the pole as she faces its mask, feets moving in step to the song moving around the pole, her body waving in beauty around the pole her form pressing and pulling against its shield determined to please the Free, pausing as a palm releasing the pole, she fights the hold and her feet rise upon her toes, as she spins to the songs

falls to her feet as turns pressing her back to against the pole, as the room spins in front of her the music commanding her to move she slides down the pole quickly but gracefully pushing up just as quickly before turning once again to face the pole, hips thrust back and forth as her legs sway against them as she slowly slowers down the pole, following the rythm of the song,.

lowering as she finds rest upon her knees releasing the pole and bending back at her waist, those hips still swaying elegantly upon the pit, quickly rising back to catch the pole forcing herslf to rise quickly to her feet and spinning upon her toes leaving behind the pole as she continues to follow the musics rythmn

palms extends up abover her head reachig for the sky as her body begins to move slowly to the song, her forms presenting itself in beautiful motions as her arms sway above her head, hair of red dances against her shoulders and her back as her waist fights against her silk... rising against her toes she turns, skirt of her silks extend out from the girls silky legs exposing themselves in dance to the Free, hair splay like the tonugues of the fire whipping around her as emerald eyes invite...

she spins, her hips dance her arms wave as the music moves her, her heart races with the quick movement of the song, as she halts for a beat... her slks whip against her flesh...her hairs falls harshly against her shoulders as a gasp escapes her quickly the music consumes her as she moves again to the songs enthralling rythmn swaying and gliding along the pit, as her feet slide and turn, the kajira and her presence moving along the width and length of the pit she dances moving swiftly as the flight of the Tarn

she dances in beauty and grace as she attempts to catch the eye of the Free in hope she is found pleasing, though the song does not allow her the chance to steal a peek it forces her to keep moving with its command, its sounds growing stronger, louder, more demanding, she stays in one spot as her hips, waist, legs and arms move to the flow of the music, her body moving like the ripples of the oceans, swaying like the branches of the trees, swimming like the occupants of the waters, she dances...

the drums demand, the strings of the czehar scream, the flute soars as does the heart of the girl. she rises once more to her toes as her body begins to turn, a tornado to the music the song, she turns like the flames of a fire and as quickly as she began...she quickly falls upon her knees, the sounds die, only the song of her breath and the beating of her heart can be heard, she remains upon her knees, her body pressing to the pit as her palms splay above her... she breathlessly calls out .. 

la kajira

mari .. slave of Aiken......


steps slowly across the cool tiles, the smoothness caressing bare feet as she glides across with ethereal grace to the dance pit, sparkling blue eyes shine like sapphires in the dimness of the room, darkened figures silhouetted against flickering torchlight, steps upon the sands, tiny grains tickling dainty toes, fingertips run down slender body enshrouded in translucent veils like a white cocoon, only eyes, showing their innocence and tousled blond hair cascading down exquisite form, is revealed

turns head as sweet notes of the flute and lyre are whispered through the air, slave heart beating wildly as haunting sounds evoke her senses, a gentle sway of delicate frame enhancing her purity as she floats like a shimmering ghost to the centre of the dance pit, noticing the wooden slave pole but disregarding for now, lowers to kneel as though shrinking into the very sands, swaying gently from side to side as if in a rhythmic trance, gentle heart now fluttering like butterfly wings

willowy arms rise above shapely form, crossing and intertwining like two serpents, slender wrists kiss, iridescent silks glistening against fluid movement, right fingertips lightly caress down left arm before nimble fingers pinch silken veil revealing smooth soft skin, translucent silk floating down like a petal, first veil of innocence being removed from her mind, shifting pools of blue lowering to where it lays, soft moan escaping vermillion lips as she realizes its meaning

bending at trim waist, lustrous golden locks tumble over delectable shoulders, framing sculptured features of exquisite face, leans forward to caress the fire warmed sands with tapered fingers, shrouded body continues to sway on bended knee as slender hand reaches across to covered limb, and with lingering movement tugs at the wisp of silk allowing it to slowly slide down long slim arm to gently fall like a delicate snowflake upon the sands

elegant body unfolds like a flower in bloom, rising to statuesque height, arm reaching out to grasp the slave pole, swirls of white silk clouds drifting round the pole, glimpses of toned thigh peek from within as leg wraps round the wood, supple body arched against it, ample breasts straining against silken threads, lowers seductively on pink heels, stretching leg forward, painted toes shinning like rubies in the darkened room, removes a further silk, long toned sun kissed leg unveiled

hugs the pole, drawing voluptuous body up, eyes darken with desire as realization of her receding innocence awakens slave heart, looks to the Free, heart pumping madly seeing the pleasure in Their eyes watching, willowy arms grip the pole as pliant back bends like a bow, firm breasts stretched against innocent silks as tousled blond hair shimmers down to the sands like falling rain, rising leg high with pointed toes upward toward the heavens, reaches across and draws the white silk from bare skin

twirls round the pole in free abandon, remaining silks and bronzed limbs catching the torchlight, soft palms embrace curvaceous body as silk kisses sweet flesh, hips swaying sensually, rising toned arms above, pirouettes on dainty toes, spinning as bouncing locks fly, full breasts straining against skimpy covering, pert pink buds begging for release, eyes wild with passion pleads with the Master, feels the pull of the silk dragged across satin skin as abundant mounds are freed from cover

bronzed body glistening with excitement, rounded hips gyrate with erotic ease, its secrets still lie beneath silken wrap, turns and swirls with provocative pleasure, hears now the beat of the tabor as lustful body matches its heady beat, feels the passion rise in slave belly as hips swish from side to side matching quickening heart beat, slender hand slides sensually across taut belly as slowly naked body is finally exposed, revealing slaves beauty like a talender bud now in full bloom

walks round the dance pit with the elegance of a kajira, an alluring beauty to behold as she finally understands her slavery, to be completely obedient and exquisitely beautiful, surveys the Free who look upon her, blue eyes full of understanding, lowering to kneel, straight and proud, slender neck held high as willowy arm reaches to pull the ultimate veil from her face, a triumphant smile erupts on ruby lips as last veil is removed, white silk chrysalis emerging as a butterfly....behold

 la kajira