Upon the mist....

Upon the shore,
I look for love,
Upon the waves,
I hear your voice,
Upon the mist,
I feel your kiss,
Upon the wind,
my heart sings,
Upon my fingers,
I feel your skin,
Upon the sand,
I feel the warmth of your love.

Only one man....

Only one man....

There is but one man's gaze
that brings the beauty of the world
to life within my heart.

There is but one man's touch
that sends the flickering flames of
passion dancing across my skin.

There is but one man's whisper
that burns itself into my soul
making my flesh quiver...

There is the softness of only one
man's lips that explodes a wild
bittersweet craving within me...

There are but one man's eyes
that I lose myself so
completely within....

There is but one man's laughter
that brings incredible joy to my heart
tears of tenderness to my eyes

There is but one man who
has awaken the heat,
that spreads a burning fire between my thighs,

Consuming my breath,
capturing my mind and my desire,
creating every beautiful moment

of my love for him
that I hide in the deepest
and most secret of places..

There is but one's man arms
that make of me a willing prisoner
of his passionate but gentle embrace...

There is but one word that expresses
the feeling I have for this one man that
brings its exquisite beauty alive for me

that word is love,
that man is you,
the husband of my heart.



October 26, 2011 written by "Nita" she asked me to post this for all to read. Hope you all enjoy it.

I had a dream....

I had a dream
and you were in it
I had a dream
and I was in it.

I had this dream
in this most wonderful place
I had this dream
and I felt your heart race.

In this dream
I saw your smile
In this dream
I stayed awhile.

In the dream
I saw your face
In the dream
my heart began to race.

I had a dream
and you were there
I had a dream
and I was there.

I saw a dream
and I followed it
I saw a dream
and I went after it.

In the dream
I felt your touch
In the dream
I told you how much.


I had a dream
one like never before
I had a dream
that had the one I adore.

I had a dream
and you were in it
I had a dream
and I was in it.

In the dream
there was a kiss
In the dream
that was something I wouldn't miss.

I had a dream
we were together
I had a dream
that I'll remember forever.

Listen...

Well there is always music, you just got to know where to listen for it Listen closely.... The beat of your heart tapping out a steady rhythm the soft breath in your lungs the delicate blink of your eyelids the blood coursing through your veins There is music everywhere, you just need to listen for it The whisper of the wind, a crackle of a fire, the gurgle of a stream The soft howl of a distant wolf, the touch of a feather. All sing along, Just listen.... Listen to the music, It's always there, Dancing through your hair. clicking with your shoes, you just need to listen, and the music you thought was not there, Will always be there...

Fire

feel the warm air coming from the flames...

watch the fire dance it's seductive dance of destruction...

watch as the flames lick sensually upon the logs, caressing it hungrily in it's deadly embrace....

eyes follow the flames as they creep across it's victim, softly leaping into the air, pulling it's unsuspecting victim into it's warm and deadly embrace. Consuming it, needing it....

listen to the crackle, feel the pop, as the flames continue their sensual dance. Feel the warmth calling to you, pulling you closer, enticing your very soul, to join it in it's destructive dance...

Another victim to the flames...

feel the peaceful call of the flames, the gentle hiss of the crackling wood singing it's alluring song of pain, it's song of agony...

A cold, dreary day...

 

A cold, dreary day greeted Blackbeard like a cruel mistress as he stood at the bow of the ship. The wet dreary day started his day all wrong he thought as he yelled to the crew to run up the mainsail. The cold rain stung his face like a thousand fingers poking at him as the ship lurked forward. His eyes blurred as the wind came across the bow of the ship forcing the rain into them relentlessly. Today just did nay seem his day Blackbeard thought to himself. The day was not fit for man or beast, yet he stood firm. The tiller-man turned the ship slowly to the wind and the wind caught the massive sails billowing them out with great strain. They were underway finally. The ship sped it's way across the sea with vengeful lust and Blackbeard and his crew made great time to the waters of Yew. Lookouts posted on all four corners of the ship watched for unwary vessels as Blackbeard lit his pipe. They were on the prowl. "Ship off the port bow!" Rang across the deck. Blackbeards' frown turned upside down to a smile as cold as ice. He turned to the stern of the ship and pointed to the ship, the tiller-man quickly spun the wheel towards where he pointed, the hunt was on. Crewmen readied their weapons as they drew ever nearer the small ship. It was an easy prize to take, but a prize none the less and this was their first in days. The abandoned ship gave its self freely to them as they manned it with a small crew to follow behind Blackbeard and the rest of the crew. Onwards they sailed to the southwest towards Moonglow and Nujel'm. The pair of ships sailing together in a line. Blackbeard and a few more crewmen transferred over to the smaller ship and sailed slowly into the main port. Ship after ship they passed, most with guards posted on deck. Blackbeard grumbled in disappointment. As they slowly turned the ship as if heading for the smaller docks one of the crew spotted two unguarded ships on the fishing dock. The small maneuverable sloops would be great for running down medium sized ships. Blackbeard and a portion of the party lept onto the docks and scurried onto the unguarded ships. They quickly raised the anchors and cast off the mooring lines. The sails rose to the heavens as they pulled away from the docks. "Three in one day, now that makes up for the foul weather we had earlier!" Yelled the crew and Blackbeard as they sailed quickly to the mouth of the port. Off to the north they pointed the ship so meet up with the Q.A.R. The four ships sailed off towards Tortuga, the crew and Blackbeard richer then they ever imagined would have ever come from such a cold, dreary day.

Pillage of the cities....

The crew where ready. They needed supplies in a big way. The ships supplies had dwindled down to scraps and morsels. Blackbeard set his sights towards the town of Yew. The fat sheep farms would surely have enough fresh meat for himself and the crew, along with the wool they could take to trade elsewhere for other supplies.

Dusk drew upon the ship like a curtain as the Queen Anne's Revenge slipped slowly into the bay near Empath Abbey. Silently the crew slipped from her decks and off to the sheep farms with cutlass and dagger in hand. They dare not make a sound as they slipped into the pens and slit the throats of the sleeping sheep. Making quick work of their task at hand they tied the carcasses together throwing them over their shoulders until they could barely walk and headed back to the ship.

The deck slowly began to pile high with the hundreds of sheep carcasses the crew gathered late into the night. Blackbeard grinned devilishly as the last of the crew returned from the other farms with both wheat and vegetables. The loving embrace of the night had caressed them truly this time. The hungry crew readied the ship to make way and made for open sea.

As dawn approached, the sound of the sheep bones splashing into the sea and the smell of the meat cooking could be smelt everywhere on deck. The wool of the sheep stuffed safely away in the hold, the crew feasted upon their ill gotten breakfast.

Days passed as they sailed down the coast towards Skara Brae. The lamb supply being dried and salted and stashed away in barrels, the crew set their hunger for more supplies loose towards the unsuspecting Skara Brae.

The ship sat just off the shore as the crew and Blackbeard rowed ashore. The mid day sun glistened across their sweat covered backs as they pulled the boats ashore. The goal lay half a day walk away, the rich vegetable farms and cotton fields.
The crew herded together a few stray horses they could find and strapped packs onto them, they were ready.

As they walked on towards the farms the crew grew ever more quiet. Their senses on full alert as they reached the first farm. The sentries kept watch as the crew began to gather every vegetable piece they could find. Like a well oiled machine the crew filled their arms and walked to the pack animals and stowing the plunder on them.
From farm to farm the crew and Blackbeard went, meeting no resistance from the farmers as the crew took the their crops. Blackbeard grinned as he stroked his beard. He knew his ship and crew would soon be rich with profits as they approached the cotton fields.
Like an army of ants the crew swarmed upon the cotton, gathering arm loads and stuffing it into sacks. Blackbeard watched as a farmer burst through his homes door, pitchfork in hand in a futile attempt to protect his crop. The cold steal of a cutlass stopped the farmer quickly in his tracks as his neck met the edge of the blade. The farmer dropped his pitchfork and swallowed hard, yet nay said a word, he turned and went quietly back into his home.
The crew and pack animals, loaded to the breaking point, walked back towards the ship as the thick of night fell upon them. The crew and Blackbeard seemed to just vanish into the darkness as they headed to their ship.

Morning found the ship and crew resting lazily upon the deck as the ship sailed westward into open water. Blackbeard proudly congratulated his crew on their fine work as the ship sliced through the waves. Blackbeard had a new sight set, Moonglow.
The wheat fields there and the cotton fields would truly give his crew several months supply of wheat for bread, and fat pockets of gold from the sale of the cotton to other cities.

The Queen Anne's Revenge anchor splashed into the depths as the crew boarded the rowboats. They had anchored on the southern end of the island where few of the island naval vessels ever sailed.
The crew as usual made their way quickly to the fields and gathered the wheat and cotton in quick fashion. The rowboats hauling load after load back to the Queen Anne's Revenge and the awaiting crew there.

The early evening found all aboard the ship and the hold filled with the lot from the three cities. Blackbeard and his crew sailed towards Vesper and the black markets there to sell their plunder. With nay a sight of a ship in the spyglass Blackbeard yelled out to his crew,
"The seas be ours me hearties!"

An overloaded wagon...

Hunting was good, the pile of hides overflowing in the wagon. A warm smile upon her lips as she looked to her hunting partner. Off she would go, taking the wagon east to the train station to be taken to the big cities. She looked to the other wagon, the dried and salted meat stacked and lashed tightly. Slowly she climbed up into the seat, her hands gripped the reigns, lacing them between her fingers for gentle adjustments. One last look around as she propped her rifle against her leg, her pistol in her lap. A snap rang out as she clicked her tongue to the horses....

.... The wagon groaned and creaked, the hooves of the horses dug deep into the ground as they strained against the rigging. Wagon wheels bit into the dirt, slowly lurching forward, turning like the seasons. A long ride ahead awaited her. She settled into the seat, leaning back against the soft bear fur. At least two days to Amiville, provided the wagon held up under the weight. The sky above glided by delicately, the trees began to slip by with a gentle wave, yet not a single word....


...A warm tune came to her lips, breaking the groans, squeaks and creaks of the wagon. The sounds seemed to fall in time with the whistle that raced past her lips, creating the background music. Her lips curled up into a smile as she whistled on, the music echoing in the distance. The load of meats would surely sell well in Amiville and the other towns along the way..........

Without Question...........

Upon his boot,
I doth heel.
Upon this calf,
I softly grind.
Upon his thigh,
I press my breasts.
Upon his hip,
I press my lips.

Upon his words,
My body trembles.
Upon his whim,
My soul eagerly serves.
Upon his smile,
My heart doth yearn.
Upon his command,
My entire being serves.

Upon his touch,
My soul ignites.
Upon his kiss,
My desires flow.
Upon his scent,
My mind doth crave.
Upon his breath,
My heat doth moisten.

Upon his chain,
I serve.............
.............. without question.

Making bread............

She carefully washed her hands. Softly she bent down, her legs rubbing tenderly together as she grasped the sack of flour, hefting it to the table. Her nimble fingers quickly untied the cord and gently reached inside. The cool, smooth flour engulfed her hands as she took out several handfuls. She turned swiftly, taking a hold of two tarns eggs and a pitcher of water..............

....The delicate texture of the eggshells she caressed in her hand danced softly across it's skin. Lightly she tapped on the shell as she held it to her ear, checking it's freshness. A swift, but gentle tap of the shell and it's gooey contents was reveiled. Her fist made a hollow in the middle of the flour. In went the first egg, and then the second. Lovingly her fingers wrapped around the handle of the pitcher of water. A puff of flour stirred into the air when she added it into the hollow in the flour.........


.....The slimy texture of the eggs squeezed through her fingers, it made her shudder lightly. Slowly her fingers worked the concoction, it slowly becoming sticky, clutching to her fingers, bonding them together. Scraping her fingers with her others, she added a bit more flour to the mix. Her palms pressing into it, massaging it deeply. Her eyes watched as it slowly took form. It's texture changing, becoming firmer, pliant. Her mind wandered, hands kneading it sensually as if it was a Master's body she was caressing. She could not help herself, ever so lightly her her pelvis began to grind against the hard table, her heat starting to ache.........


..... The dough became firmer, feeling more and more like the the strong muscles of a Master's flesh. Ever so lovingly her nimble fingers pressed into it's firmness. Her hands dancing across it's surface, molding it into the likeness of a Man's back. She could feel her loins yearning, begging to feel the pleasure of a Master as he took his from her heat. Lightly her fingernails dragged across the dough's surface, leaving their marks of passion across it. Her face became red with lust, she could feel her heat dampening with every press against the hard table against her pelvic bone. Oh how glad she was that the other girls were out doing chores elsewhere today, that her Master was busy with his scrolls clear across the house.......

.....She was alone, no one would ever know. She quickly washed her hands and let her fingertips glide across her collar. The texture of it sending shivers. Tho she may be collared, owned, possessed, the feel of the collar upon her neck opened her, entranced her. Never had she felt so.... "free". Free to release her true nature, free to be... herself. No training in the world could teach her what she knew in her heart, what she was, who she was, how she needed to be. She needed to feel her total submission in it's entirety. Her fingers slid down across his property, caressing the gentle lines of her collar bones and down across her chest. Fingertips floated over her soft, silken skin of her breasts towards her rock hard nipples. A gasp rushed past her lips as her fingertips brushed across them, knowing they now were his. Down across her trembling stomach, it's heat burning at her fingertips they danced, knowing it was her Master's. The fire in it longing, craving, consuming her in her hunger to serve......

....Eyes darted from side to side, a quick turn of her head to look behind. Giving her legs a chance to part a little wider in her stance. The touch sent shock waves throughout her entire being, making her moan, making her squirm. Deftly her fingertip pressed against her special spot, gently circling it backwards and forwards, causing her to growl with desire. Her legs began to tremble like a shaking bowl of pudding. Light whimpers raced past her lips driving her mind deeper into the upcoming ecstasy. Her other hand grasping hard onto the heavy table, digging her fingernails deep into it's surface......

.....Only if they truly knew what being owned did to her soul, what pleasures the feel of the collar upon her neck made her feel..........................

.....How it gave her a sense of purpose, a sense of pride.......

....How it unlocked, her beast within.............


....Again she washed her hands, the smell of her ecstasy wafting lazily past her flared nostrils. She turned back to the dough, blushing as she looked at it's shape. Again her hands stroked the dough's shape. A playful pat of the backside in the dough, the shape disappearing with every motion of her hands.
She let the dough rest a few before cutting it into two halves and placing them into loaf pans. She turned and opened the heavy iron door of the oven and slid them in carefully. It's heat biting at her skin. With a creak the heavy door closed. She was done, in more ways then one.........................

A moment in time....

...She laid there upon the cushions of her new Master. The feel of his arm as it wrapped around her and held her close to him made her entire body tremble with an ecstasy that overwhelmed her. Her nostrils flared as she deeply inhaled his masculine scent. It swirled and danced through her body and into her lungs, quickly intoxicating her. She could feel the moistness growing between her thighs, her heat aching to give her new Master the pleasure he so richly deserved. But she knew her place, she knew it was not up to her when and if her new Master furred what he so kindly called, "Mine." Slowly she inhaled again, his scent intoxicating her even more. Nothing could match this moment with her Master, every second that passed by making her love him more and more, yearning to serve him, needing to serve him, wanting to serve him, in every way her Master wished. Her devotion was true and pure, the fire in her belly roaring, her heart pounding like the hooves of a hundred Kaiila at full speed......


..... Every second seemed even more special to her then the one before, every breath she took, filled her with him. His gentle caress upon her silken skin sending tiny shivers straight through her. Gently her fingers danced like tiny feathers across Master's other girl and down upon him. The feel of their warm flesh causing her to sigh happily, she once again had a purpose. Her need to serve with absolute obedience and please her Master with her exquisite beauty was being fed, filling her with a joy that was completely indescribable.........


....The weight of the heavy collar felt light as a feather upon her neck. It's weight reminding her once before of her servitude now disappeared as she grew drunk upon his scent. No longer did it feel as if it was just a sign of her being a slave, but one of pride of what she was, who she was, of what she needed to simply survive every moment of every day. She knew no other way of life. From birth she had known what she was, a slave. Nothing else mattered to her, her only wish...her only need.... was to serve................

Xena bathes...

She quickly moved to the well to obey Mistress order promptly. Hurriedly grasping the bucket and filling it. She lifted it over her head and gently poured it onto her head. The biting chill of the cool, crisp water trickled down across her face and shoulders, glistening brightly against her skin as it flowed down across her burning flesh. It's cold sting bit into the freshly opened wounds from the slavers whip as it danced it's stinging coolness around the high welts and bits of torn flesh. She looked down, watching the now pink water from the blood that leaked from the fresh wounds on her back, dance down her inner thighs and calves, wrapping around across her shins and slipping between her toes.
Her body shivered and shook, her eyes closed with the erotic caress of the water. Slowly she slid her hand across her face, scrubbing it clean as best she could, missing not a spot. Soft, nimble fingers danced slowly down to her neck. Gingerly she wrapped them around, rubbing firmly to remove the dirt and grim of the day. The fresh whip marks burned and throbbed on her back. She seemed to enjoy it's pain as it raced through her mind.

Slowly down, her fingertips danced across her heaving chest. Her nipples hard and aching as her mind replayed the Mistress's whips caress. A long, sweet moan of ecstasy escaped her lips as her fingertips traced along her breasts supple skin and across her erect nipples, each finger reluctantly drawing slowly away from her nipples.
She rubbed and caressed her breasts, rubbing them clean with the palm of her hand. Down across her belly she continued, washing herself throughly.
Her eyes darted from left to right, up and down and all around the kennels, not a soul in sight....

...Her fingers slipped past the bar of her chastity belt to her trembling heat. Ever so gently she let the very tips of her fingers dance down the outer lips of her heat and back up, quickly finding her special button and rubbing it in small, reversing circles. She bit her bottom lip to stifle the pleasure filled moan that welled up in her chest. Her body ached for release like she had experienced at the receiving end of Mistress's whipping. Her fingers worked deftly as she hurriedly pleasured herself before anyone came back to see what she was doing.
A loud gasp of ecstasy escaped her throat and lips, her body shook and shivered as the orgasmic wave raced through her body. She looked around worriedly, she quivered with fear that someone might have heard her cry of pleasure....

...Quickly she dunked the bucket back into the water and poured it over herself, hurriedly washing away the signs of her heats sweet nectar. Down her thighs and across her toes her hands and fingers works to wash away the sweat and grim. She tossed her blood red hair back, it's wet strands feeling like thousands of little whips as it landed on her back. She shivered softly....

She had finished cleaning herself as Mistress had instructed her to do....

She slowly ran her eyes across her body, double checking she had not missed a single bit of grim. A soft smile embraced her lips as she slowly stood up, her hips swayed side to side, her fingertips tracing seductively along her soft curves. "Mistress will be pleased I hope." she whispered softly to herself....

The coming of Spring

...She could feel the warm sun upon her face, the deep green of the freshly sprouting flowers as they pushed their way slowly out of the soil. A warm smile came across her face. Spring was coming, tho very slowly. Soon she would be busy planting seeds in Mistress's fields so that there was plenty of food for the winter. The soft, cool breeze made her delicate silks that she was given, dance and twirl. They floated like a cloud across her body, their delicate softness causing her to moan and shiver lightly...

...She hummed delicately, raking the fresh smelling grass free of debris. A happy little tune, one she knew not the words, but remembered every note. Like tiny rubies, her hair glistened and gleamed. The sun's light making sparkle like the flames of a fire as the cool breeze tried to carry it off.
The fluffy clouds skated slowly across the rich blueness of the sky. She laid back against a tree, it's barren branches looking like thousands of long, skinny fingers that were trying to reach the gentle clouds just to touch them once....

...A gentle sigh, lost to the soft, cool breeze escaped her supple lips. Her gentle spring green eyes, lost in a sea of sky blue, dotted be the soft whiteness of the clouds. It had seemed so long since she finished her chores, but the sun told a different story as it danced in her eyes, caressed her face...

...Time seemed to stand still for a moment. Granting but a brief pause in the thing she loved most of all. Quietly she sat, the cold ground beneath her skin robbing the heat from her legs. Goosebumps dotted across her legs, giving them a soft textured feel as her hands ran across them, sending a devious shiver throughout her body...
...there she sat...
...for what seemed an eternity...
...sipping some redberry juice...
...as the sun kissed ground...
...as it sparkled in her soul...

Time marches on,,,

...She could feel the sting in her soul. Chained to the post in the corner of the house. Forgotten it seemed until one of the other girls came along with a bit of gruel and some water. Her heart broke every time she heard a girl called to serve. That is what she was trained to do, wanted to do, needed to do...

...Hours turned into days, days into weeks, time stood still for no one, for it had no Master or Mistress to control it. Body frail, muscles cramped from lack of use, she was withering away, fading into the distance. She knew her mistakes, she knew even more her fears. She strove for perfection in herself, something she wished for more then anything. So that she may serve the Master's or Mistress's every wish...

... Not even the sun, as it shown down upon her wasting form seemed to warm her anymore. It's once warm embrace was now but a memory to her, laying there, unwanted, unneeded. She missed the light feel of the sun's caress, how it warmed her body, filled her with life. But now all it brought was cold, unfeeling sorrow as it danced across her delicate form, stripping her of her beauty, lick by lick...

...Oh how she wished to serve again, to please, to obey, but it seemed it would never be...

...just wasting away...
...dieing slowly...
...as time marched...
...forever....

The Loneliness....

...She sat there in the corner, unmoving except for the trembling she was doing in the strange place. Her eyes darting back and forth in the strange room. The sunlight slowly fading, robbing her of her sight, of what might come in the darkness... ... The cool chill of the night's embrace surrounded her, caressing her body with it's long, lanky fingers as it slowly crept up her ankles. She cringed back quickly, straining her eyes to peer into the darkness to steal it's secrets. But yet it marched on, it's slow, methodical advance upon her curled up body. Making her fear, making her worry... ...She could see the other kajira, laying haphazardly upon the lush pillows and furs their Master had placed out for them. The gentle sounds of sleep floating up into the darkness, tearing deep into her. She knew not what was going on, she felt alone, lost in a sea without a bit of wood to cling to, as the darkness kept up it's advance. She watched as the darkness took the sleeping kajira into it's chilling embrace, consuming them hungrily, little by little... ...until she was alone... ...the darkness advancing to consume her also... ...to complete... ...loneliness....................

The Fear...

She did not understand. Her eyes wide with fear as she looked at the hem of her Mistress's flowing gown. Her whole body trembled as she listened to her Mistress's command, "You will remain here Xena and serve and respect this home as if it where my own."
The words cut into her worse then any blade could do, piercing deeply into her soul further then any arrow could, her mind raced with thoughts. Had Mistress sold her to this house? Was she just on loan? Did Mistress no longer want her? She did not know as she responded the way she had always to her Mistress's beautiful voice, "Yes my Mistress."
Her voice trembled as the words slipped past her lips. She was so confused...

...She looked slowly around the new place, trying to see where everything was in case she was to serve the needs and wants of the Master she was being left with. She could feel the rough old wooden floors bite into her knees as she knelt there, legs opened, back straight and tall, the backs of her hands laying across her soft, supple thighs, her breasts bouncing slightly as she nervously inhaled and exhaled...

...She heard the Master's voice boom like a crash of thunder. Her whole body shook as he instructed one of his kajira to take her up to where the slaves slept, "Yes Master" the girl spoke quickly. Xena's heart raced as her eyes left the hem of her Mistress's gown...

... "This way, come." spoke the Master's kajira. The delicate voice like that of a soft, morning rain spoke. She followed quickly to the room. "You can sleep here on the rug with us" her voice sang softly. Xena was unnerved, frightened, her insides shaking. She spotted a corner of the room and headed to it without a word...

...She had lost all her gracefulness and she dropped to the floor quickly, drawing up her knees tightly to her chest, pressing them hard against her breasts. Her arms wrapped around her legs tightly, her fingers locking around her wrists tightly as she pulled her legs tighter to her chest.
The soft feel of her knees and thighs embraced her lips when she lowered her head to them. The pounding of her heart vibrated against her thighs, the warmth of her legs upon her lips only a tiny bit reassuring. Her spring green eyes darted around the room, trying to take it all in as they scanned every detail of the room...

... There she huddled, withdrawn, lost, afraid. Her ears listening intensely for the beautiful harmony of her Mistress's voice to call for her to come to her heel...
...There she waited...
...her ears aching, longing to hear her voice call for her...
...silently withdrawn into the fetal position...
...yearning to see the hem of her Mistress's gown once more...
...racked with fear...

Tears of a kajira...

She sighed heavily as she knelt on the straw, her nostrils flaring as it's soft, sweet smell danced into them. Softly her fingers ran through her hair as it's smell carries her away into a daydream....

...Her eyes closed softly as the warm morning suns rays kissed her skin gently. Letting it's warm embrace surround her as she swayed softly to the distant music of the tavern. Her mind drifting to the thoughts of dancing for her Master or Mistress for their pleasure, to serving their every need.
She could feel the soft straw under her knees, licking at her soft, supple skin, a gentle moan escaped her lips. She could not stop it, the caress of the suns embrace, the gentle licks of the straw coupled with it's sweet smell, the distant music in her ears, intoxicated her...

...Tears formed in her eyes as she knelt there, looking at her grey band on her arm. It was only a dream, a dream she knew may never come true because she could not learn as well as the others.
Slowly the tears trickled down her cheeks, softly clinging to her delicate skin as if reluctantly wanting to let go. Down across her jaw it clung before it dropped from it and splashed against her breast, sending little droplets across it...

...Oh to only feel the pleasure of giving a Master or Mistress her unconditional service for their pleasure and desire. That is what she wanted to do the most....

...But she could not...
...her grey band on her arm reminded her of this...
...ripping her soul slowly from her...
...tearing her apart inside...

Xena and the fire...

...Her nose twitched and itched as she slowly gathered the straw from the floor of the kajirae cage. It's dry, musty smell attacking her nose. Her eyes watered and teared as her nose itched fiercely. Her soft, gentle fingers rubbing at her nose calmed it for a bit as she continued her given task...

...Her arms full she took the first batch of the old, stale straw towards the back where a fire was crackling lazily. She stood there for a moment, watching the flames sway and swivel in their dance of destruction. Her hips swayed slowly with the flames, her heart pumping a bit faster as she imitated the flames slow sensual dance with her body...


... Quickly she laid the the straw onto the flames, a slow white smoke billowed and swayed from the fire beneath. She could feel her now empty arms flow softly with her hips. She knew if she was seen doing such could mean the whip, but she could not help herself....


... The flames leapt up through the dry straw, it's heat licking at her body, caressing her, enticing her. She could feel herself being drawn towards it's hunger, it's seductive lust to feed.
She stopped suddenly, the sting of it's fiery lips biting deep into her hand. Her hand pulled away quickly on instinct, yet the dance of the flames and smoke kept luring her closer...

...It felt as if it had been hours as she stood there, the flames slowly dieing from the now ashen straw. She turned away from it slowly, reluctantly, and headed back towards the kennel. Quickly she gathered more of the musty straw into her arms until they were full several times. Each time she would feed the flames hunger, each time letting it's heat caress her body, envelope her soul.
The last of the straw gathered in her arms she headed back out to the seductive flames one last time. Her heart raced at the thought of feeling it's hunger for her, to taste it's thick smoke upon her lips as gentle as a baby's kiss, to watch it's enticing dance in her eyes.... once more...

Upon...

Upon the dawn I awake, 

Upon the dawn I see what the day brings forth, 

Upon the dawn I smell your presence... 

 Dawn breaks from it's slumber, 

My eyes open reluctantly, 

My body begins to stir... 

 The day begins it's story, 

My role but a small piece, 

Ours but a part of the whole... 

 Upon the dawn I see, 

Upon the dawn I smile, 

Upon the dawn I see you are there... 

 Dawn glistens in your eyes, 

My heart races, 

My heart beats faster... 

 Upon the dawn I know, 

Upon the dawn I feel, 

Upon the dawn I see... 

What you mean to me... 

 **inspired by Ebony Glendevon**