The Tile Dance
~*^*~._.~*^*~._.~*^*~._.~*^*~._.~*^*~._.~*^*~ ~chained to the end of His sleeping couch on the bright red of the tiled floors He so enjoys the color of~
~naked, save for the steel about her throat~
~the green of her eyes concealed by closed lids, breathing slow, even, lying on her right side, curled into the fetal position~
~alone~
~lonely~
~the hollowness of the empty room deafening to listening ears~
~the gentle glow from the single candle left to burn casting ominous shadows about the room~
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~*^*~._.~*^*~._.~*^*~._.~*^*~._.~*^*~._.~*^*~ ~the dream occupying her mind as her body lay motionless~
~succombing to the emotions that have wracked her soul for countless hands now~
~starving~
~for love~
~finding life miserably redundant in its demanding stature, always doing for O/others~
~feeling as though she will never earn the joy of Ones presence~
~a glance~
~His touch~
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~*^*~._.~*^*~._.~*^*~._.~*^*~._.~*^*~._.~*^*~ ~with a life all their own, her hands respond to the needs of her body~
~caressing the tender flesh of full breasts~
~knees pressing together~
~the conflict of desire versus obeying His rule~
~breaths becoming haggard gasps of air~
~moaning in the throes of self pleasure~
~thighs willingly parting~
~believing that only she can understand the need of kajira~
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~*^*~._.~*^*~._.~*^*~._.~*^*~._.~*^*~._.~*^*~ ~rolling onto her belly~ ~both hands now pressing against the curling hair of slave heat~
~breasts firmly forced to the hardness of the tiles~
~hips rising and falling with each self indulgent stroke~
~a sudden gasp~
~face lifting from the floor~
~twisting onto her back~
~writhing with pleasure~
~desperate to give in~
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~*^*~._.~*^*~._.~*^*~._.~*^*~._.~*^*~._.~*^*~ ~in her dreamlike state, the bed covers that slip from His sleeping couch become His body suddenly pressing against hers~
~denying her **desperate need~
~suppressing all slave desires~
~turning her face from Him~
~afraid to give in to that which would make her whole~
~fearful of giving up the last shred of self-pride, making her completely slave~
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~*^*~._.~*^*~._.~*^*~._.~*^*~._.~*^*~._.~*^*~ ~feeling the bed covers, Him, slipping from her body~
~unable to stop herself, surrendering the last shred of the timid, shy, reserved person she is...was~
~opening herself fully to trust~
~to Him~
~giving Him all that He, as Master, deserves in a singel, simple gesture~
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~*^*~._.~*^*~._.~*^*~._.~*^*~._.~*^*~._.~*^*~ ~bending her knees upward~
~the pads of her feet firmly pressing into the tiles~
~her arms reaching up~
~wrists crossing overhead~
~opening her eyes to meet His gaze~
~her look pleading~
~hips lifting in a beckoning~
~an offering~
~whispering a lingering single word~
Master
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