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....
Monday, May 2, 2011
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...
...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....
...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...
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...
...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...
Saturday, February 19, 2011
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...
...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...
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