~this is the story of a girl's journey to Torvaldsland….to the Fjord
a girl rayla{KtH}
~it was a long cold journey on the ship~
a girl not knowing where she was going
her Master just told her to follow him
~she was the one who asked to be sold~
it was her heart that gave her the courage to ask
it was her heart that felt the pull the longing
~when allowed a girl would stand on deck~
marvel
at the beauty
of the sky, mountains and waters
how their
colors of blues blended and enhanced each other
to a spectacular array so pleasing to the eye
~how frightening was~
the sound
of the ships oars and bow breaking ice as it moved
oh how cold this land was
here is rayla's{KtH} story
told in the form of a dance
for this how she best relates the tale
~walking tall and proud~
tummy held tightly in
long dark silken hair thrown back
mixing and mingling with the scarlet
dancing silks she wears
with hands on the curve of each swinging hip
a girl makes her way to the pit
~at the pit a girl stops to pose~
standing straight and tall, a girl leaning one hip
one knee slightly bent
a girl raises one arm high, and rests her head there for a moment
contemplating
a soft sigh can almost be heard
taking a deep breath
as a girl shares a small part of her soul
~softly and slowly a girl raises her slender leg, pointing her dainty foot~
a girl steps in to the pit… toe touching sand
balls of feet then heel, ….followed by her other leg
a strange feeling flows
through a girl….excitement …. a girl feels a rush
~in awe a girl moves, gracefully~
dainty feet taking her around the fire
.in asoft floating movement ….like butterflies dancing
~* eyes opened wide*~
amazed at what she saw…….for all her life as been in a tent
each step soft and slow and delicate
~smoky dark eyes lowered in respect~
as sweet greetings were spoken by the slave
~tis decided a girl to stay a week~
as her collar is replaced into one of protection
a girl torn
the excitement returns as she hears the click
yet quickly fades as she sees her Master leave
~the Lady of the Fjord gently puts the girl at ease~
with the softest voice and the kindest word
in a tour she takes the girl around
~happy movements of a girl as she twirls and softly spins~
as her eyes and heart fill with excitement of treasures found
sewing cabinet filled with cloths, silks and such
~long slender legs leaping with joy~
as gifts of clothes
…kirtles…
a warm cloak of deep russet dyed verr wool with
black sleen fur around the hood and boots
joyful tears filling eyes
as a girl's heart leads a girl in movements of graceful elegance
~fully trained red silk ~
a confident girl dances
fully trained in serving food, drinks, meds and pleasure
a girl's belly takes control of the girl…she dances as such
hips…..belly….waist….globes….arms…..hands….legs
pulsate with the wild beat of the music
each muscle rippling
to the music like a symphony
of all different motions yet
one dance.
~a girl pauses as she hears the Lady speak asking a girl about her self~
and of what she searches in a home and Master
and makes some suggestions of who might be interested
a girl in her honesty
smiled and promised to consider
~with arms outstretched, floating, gliding~
a girl uses all her senses in her dance
breathing in the air savoring smells..capturing the essence of the Fjord a
girl's pace increases as she becomes more familiar
~ her Master returned and a girl told him of the Lady's words~
in a moment He was gone
it was settled… a girl was sold to the Jarl
she was to be his girl
~ girl hears her Master summon her for a serve~
a girl pours her heart and soul into the serve
and is rewarded with a kiss
a Master's kiss
~claimed with a kiss~
a girl's true Master
~everything about a girl her heart, body and soul jumped for joy~
every cell is awakened, through rayla's body
her belly igniting
burning a girl's soul
with the desire
to please her true Master
~a girl looses herself in her dance~
her bubbly heart revealed in twinkling eyes
and full crimson lips turned up in pure happiness
waves of tenderness changing into wild sensual currents
slender legs gracefully leaping
~then twirling bending arms stretching~
~each strand of long dark glorious hair dancing as it flairs and caresses~
curves of well rounded hips and zjad
spinning round and round the pit
sharing her joy with all
~a girl worked real hard to please her Master~
~dancing soft graceful movements~
as she learned the ways of the Fjord feeling comfortable
hips swaying, with one arm on her hip
the other hand, held up as if serving a platter
moving to the beat of the music
~everything was perfect at least a girl thought~
~a girl had devoted every moment to her Master~
a girl had never been ignored before
~tears~
a pleasure slave
a whole serve and no response
~a girl did not know how busy the Jarl was~
~humiliation~
a girl served the wrong drink
no one offered help
humiliated …ashamed
alone
not even a sister to help
~this wasn't like the lair~
the sisters were not close
for she was trained that sisters were close and loving
a girl did not realize they did not like her
~silly proud girl thought how could anyone not like her~
Pain………. Shame…….Lonliness…
a girl could not even bring a smile to her Master's face
~trying to keep her chin up a girl attempts to dance~
her once light happy steps were slow and hard to make
~in this icy cold place~
a girl's red silk meant nothing
~tears~
a girl broke down and cried in the pit
knowing the punishment of such
~no one even noticed~
~a girl cried herself to sleep……….a girl not knowing how long~
a girl at that time wishing she was the sand
as her ear lay in the sand she could hear drums
the ancient beat stirred a girl's heart…..her blood
~a girl softly rose and danced the ancient dance of land~
she was a grain of sand, a slave, of no importance
keeping her eyes shut and her feet on the sand
~a girl danced~
very slow at first… always keeping her feet close to the sands
round and around she danced
~not knowing how many time a girl circled the fire~
in each circle a girl was feeling better
~remembering who she was ~
rayla a girl born to please her true Master
all a girl needed was to be His
she did not need a response
~giggles~
she was a slave
~at that moment her attitude changed~
she was not this haughty red silk slave
~she was the Jarl's girl~
~at this thought a girls heart and belly soared with joy ~
a girl's body reacted with dance
in each step and turn
she danced her passion and happiness
~until her belly was burning~
she danced toward her Master
and Him too busy to watch a slave dance
kept to His important business
a girl ….with a different attitude
twirlled away and danced about her new home
~her happiness at being the Jarl's girl~
dancing hair, caressing and framing a girl's beauty
hard buds pointing on pert bouncing globes
flat tight tummy rolling, undulating
hips wildly moving to girl's wild heartbeat
~and as she passed and twirled past her Master~
He grabbed and pulled her to His lap giving His girl a Master's kiss
then gently nudged her on to dance some more
~glowing…beaming ……exotic~
every part of her body dances
~to a wild ecstasy~
from small delicate movements of her hands
to the wild gyrations of her hips
whirling, spiraling winding through the pit
~this time …..He watched …..His girl with a feral grin~
and all the business of the Fjord
stopped for a moment
for His
girl
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