Dances

The journey by laila{R}

Smiles her feet light as they twirl in the sand, her heart carefree as she begins her journey. She twist and turns and kicking up beneath her dancing feet her movements carefree and full of joy as she delights in her new adventure.

Throws herself into the sands remembering how she was thrust into this new strange world. She trembles as her heart races thundering in her ears. She is plagued by mistake after mistake. She shakes with fear under the roar of the Master her heart weighted down by the burden of displeasing him.

Her heart pounds as she hears her name called by a man she has longed feared. She is surprised as his words do not inspire fear but light a fire with in her that threatens to consume her very being. Everything inside her yearns for him and she longs to feel his steel around her neck.

She falls into the sands alone weeping. Alone and lost with only he left to guide her. Abandoned by those she called friends. She clutches at her neck now empty for he too has abandoned her. Her sobs shake her small body violently as her tiny fist beat into the sand.

Stands moving timidly through what she has come to view as a cruel and vicious world. She finds a home her neck no longer bare but her remains empty devoid of all emotion. Her belly ice cold as she dances and serves with empty beauty. Scoffing at those that tell her to pretend to feel. Tiny hands wring within the mass of red strands in frustration.

Then sees him her eyes drawn to him as she sits at the feet of another. Her eyes roaming brazenly as she is drawn to the mysterious man in black. She serves him feeling something ignite inside her. She dances like a beast driven by a passion fueled by a need for him.

She runs from her home going to him she kneels before him nervously as he dangles the collar in front of her. Her heart knowing it belongs to him as she feels it lock into place. She looks around her new home so unlike the places she is used to. Her heart feels as if it will overflow as her dearest friend also becomes part of the home.

Her dance now turns ominous as she feels the change in her chain sister. They no longer speak as friends her heart ripping from her as jealousy leads to betrayal.  Her heart heavy as she wonders if her Master will blame her. 

Wonders if her choice to trust someone so completely will tear them apart.

Trembles before her Master as he speaks her heart overflowing as the words I choose you ring in her ears and envelop her soul. She weeps only this time not for what she has lost but for all that she has gained.

Rejoices in her dance once more surrounded by true friends and a man that has captured her, mind, body, and soul. She twirls with happiness as she is final home, finally complete, and finally his. 

~la kajira~

*Tandem by kadri and laila 

  {kadri}R leans back as if being dragged on a chain hands bound to the auction block, sapphire orbs filled with fright, chocolate tresses wild and untamed , feeling the stares of the Free gathered, cringing at the touch of the auctioneer. a low mournful wail passing thru lips, as fear begins to take hold knowing the sale is about to begin, feeling the eyes piercing into my soul

* laila{R} trembles as the eyes of the free fall upon her , fear burning in her bright amber eyes, her red curls tickle softly against her back , her lips parting as a frightened moan slips past them. Fear grips her tightly like the chains that bind her as she hears kadri wail wondering what will become of us.

* {kadri} R head lifting proudly knowing that the best slaves bring the highest price and often the gentlest Masters, that obeying will be the ultimate draw for them, that these Free by their fine robes will not want a slave who is defiant and cowardly, turning so the light of the torches around the block, reflect and highlight the supple curves and soft contours of body

* laila{R} holds her head highly displaying her beauty for all to see. her eyes lowering in respect determination to be found pleasing consumes her. Praying for a strong kind Master one that craves our beauty. One that lights and then tames the unquenched fires of lust that rage through us. Our souls lost and wanting craving a strong hand a soft caress.

* {kadri}R looking out over the crowd, sapphire orbs seeking the eyes of the Man in black at the back, pleading with her eyes that HE bid that He be the one to buy her. Something about His stance His unyielding gaze drawing her in, as voice lifts crying out to Him across the crowd... “buy me Master"

* laila{R} follows kadri's eyes her also falling on the man in black. he seems strong, seductive, and mysterious. She knows these things call to her and reach out grasping something deep within. She shivers thinking of his hands upon her, thinking how his steel would feel around her neck as she cries, "Buy me Master!!"

~la kajira~

 Sa eela by laila

She makes her way to the sands. Her heart pounding as inflamed flesh rest against the cool sands. Small feet caressing up a delicate shin. Her back arching deeply as her hands trails over the curve of her hip and past her waist. Her small hands gripping her hot slave belly nails raking angrily at the porcelain flesh.  Raging crimson trails appearing as she rises to her knees.

Delicate fingers caressing over alabaster flesh tracing up and around her breast as her hips begin to undulate almost unnoticeably.  Nipples hardening beneath her heated grasp as the throws her head back. Peppery strands the color of her obsession falling in a fiery curtain. Thighs spreading inch by inch, wider and wider as her hips roll bewitchingly.

She falls back onto the sands her back deeply arched. Small hands clenching into fist sand flying as they strike out in frustration in torture. Her flesh languishing for his bold powerful strokes, caresses that stoke smoldering need into a flaming covetous desire that screams out for release.  Eyes burning like liquid amber in their plea.

Fingers dig into the sand as she tries to control an animalistic lust. She rises onto her hands and knees and begins a crawl of desperation. Voluptuous breast swaying nipples grazing the sands her back arched felinishly as her hips sway and billow. She rises to her feet yearning hands roaming along the wall that confines her.

Fingers tremble searching for an escape a searing scream tearing from her soul as she sinks to her knees in desperation. She buries her hands in her face knowing the desires that torture her heat her soul will go ignored. Her all-consuming need to be touched will go unanswered. Her sobs filling tears stream down heated cheeks.

Her head high as she hears him growl summoning her. Eyes blazing with flames of emerald licking at the edges of golden pools.. a scandalous smiles creasing lips the color of blood her hands tangling in ginger locks as she sinks to her knees before him. Her slave heat glistening drawing his gaze to the honey slickened folds dampened with unquenched desire.

The hands travel up her thighs up over round hips before kneading her blistering belly. Then caressing over the rapturous curve of her breast her pink tongue slipping past crimson lips to lick across heated flesh closing around them.  Her Wicked teeth gripping them as her gaze burns into his pleading for him to allow her to please him.

Her hands trial up her neck fingers tracing the collar that bears his name marking her as completely belonging to him . her fingers lifting russet locks displaying the delicate lines of her neck before cascading down to kiss the tops of round hips. She leans forward on her elbows her tongue licking across lust swollen lips.

No longer fighting, no longer desperate, knowing he will still the surging desire ravishing her senses as her hips roll. Her self-control shattering unable to pull herself away from him she rolls onto the floor. Her small feet planted firmly as she arches her back her hips lifting from the floor fighting not to drown in the erotic heat surrounding her.

Her feet draw up beneath her as her back arches into a bow her knees falling open . heat exploding in her belly a moan slipping past her lips as moisture rushes wetting the folds of her heat as she displays for him . Her auburn locks falling over her shoulders kissing the floor beneath her. Her desire rising as hard and fierce as her need to submit.

Falls forward on her knees turning to him her hair clinging to her sweat slickened flesh . her back arches her hips rise as she reaches for him desperately . her heat clenches tightly in grededy demand to be filled as she curls her fingers around his boots. Totally consumed by her desire for him her desire to please him .

~la kajira~

{alika}R slips off his lap, her body trembling, thinking about when Gor found her, a timid young naive slave, swiftly making her way to the sandpit, closing her eyes for a moment. Struggling to bring back the memories. Making her way to a place where slaves were not required to do anything but mess about. In the corner she sat and watched, wondering, trying to make sense of it all. Falling to the ground, bringing her legs up resting her arms, so alone, scared, frightened of the unknown. Is this for her? Does she desire this? Confused just watching and observing make some friends.

* {alika} R Sprawling out in the sandpit, feeling vulnerable, making her way to a new realm, only this is MUCH different, lifting up tossing her mane back, eyes looking at everything with curiosity, watching the slaves in the home with much desire to be like them, move as they do, speak as they do, climbing up to all fours, not moving, remembering this is how she was when forced collared. Tears start to form in her eyes not knowing what she did, why was He doing this? chained at the base of His furs. A heavy heart starts to mourn as that day seems like yesterday.

{alika}R A couple of days go by, things seem to ease a bit, i am feeling more secure, understanding a bit better, learning what is it to be a Gorean slave. The feeling was overwhelming, He looks to me, i look back, before i know it i am wearing His personal collar, shaken, excited, not sure what to make of it, months have passed. i am still in the collar and the chain grows, being part of a chain so big, sends mixed signals. Not sure where i fit in the scheme of things, cries feeling like just a number not a slave with fire and passion anymore.

* {alika}R wanting to run a way never come back, looks around seeing all the slaves, His FC, the home slaves, does she fit in here, does she even fit, lost in total thought feeling the fire in her belly slowly dies, she wanders aimlessly trying to figure it all out. i beg release, this is the best way, i wander, so many want to collar me, i do not accept and run, is this what this life is all about? Shrugging she leaves, not by choice but tries to save herself, her Owner comes looking for her, tells her she is His, He needs her, she looks back and wonders if that is even true,

* {alika}R i went back, against all my wishes and desires, her Owner at the time, became her r/t Owner, the feeling of being Owned, was amazing, her first collar, she smiled, it became a battle living it real time, feelings she has never known, she basks in the feelings, cherishing them so much, but they quickly shatter she hides them afraid again, unsafe, why does this happening, she leaves on line, life torments her, she tries things get better for a while but something was missing, the same things she yearned for, ached for, this seems to be an ongoing battle

* {alika} R she comes back, she learned so much, she loved the Gorean way, the discipline, stability, love, sternness, a Masters strong voice commanding such a slut, another try she says, things start with good intentions always, then somewhere they go sour, being a kajira was so much more than being a slave, a kajira is beautiful, the way they hold themselves, the way they are taught

* {alika}R All the memories flashing through her mind, getting confused at everything that has happened, another start, all she thinks about is this is what she needs, coming back to the Gor world, her body trembles not of fear but of the "unknown". meeting some great people that helped me along the way, seeing the chain getting bigger, flashbacks flicker, straining to remember to be pleasing, to be sexy, to be all that He needs, just as feelings start to stir within her soul, it seems things are going quite as she planned, looking around, seeing things the way they were, lies, lies, and more lies, she knew that this was going nowhere, so she leaves again, her r/t getting hectic with sickness,

 * {alika}R Her eyes fill up, tears stream down her face, feeling alone, no one cares, the desires within her left to die, as did the people that meant the world to her, no knowing where to turn, holding her head in just complete and utter defeat, the truth is often hidden but always comes out in the end, a mere slave, standing alone, her world dark and gloomy, a slave heart broken, a soul that she cannot find, a mind that is filled with nothing but defeat, and she thinks who would want a slave so torn up, so fragile, so weak her r/t shattered to pieces, her on line nonexistent, she just stay alone crying

* {alika}R she starts a last final attempt at her addiction to wanting all things that come with being Owned, she starts out slow, like the timid slave she is, scared but does not show it, let's every Master know that she is all set with being Owned, or collared, she wants to do things right this time, make the right choices whatever they may be, not rush anything, not end up broken, knowing that only she can make her belly burn the way she desires, letting go of the past and starting fresh is the challenge for her

* {alika} R can i do it? questioning everything she does, second guessing at times, but has to believe this time it will be right, it will be strong, her slave heart will know it, feel it, want it, beg for it, dealing with r/t sadness plus trying to start fresh is not always easy as it seems, then one day this Master arrives He peeks her interest but she is shy, remembering the past she just keeps things to herself, never would she have known her heart would heal like this, she believe this may be right, He may be the One, not wanting to admit it, she keeps her thoughts to herself, He Owns her fully, a slave heart beating with a belly that erupts every time He is around

* {alika}R Sapphire gems sparkle through tears looking directly at Him, the One wearing Black, the One that stole her heart, body, and soul, and mind, her hand rubbing on the heated flesh He brought back to life, a smile upon her face once again, seeing Him, tracing her fingers over the steel He bounds her with, rises out of the sandpits smoothing her silks He has allowed her to wear, she is finally once again not just a slave of Gor but a seductive, wanton slut that is happily Owned, every day she strives to please Him in any way that she can, and will continue to do so, under His very command, The one she calls my Master!!

~la kajira~