An introduction to the dancepit
[14:08] Hinder (dirnali.muhindra) knew he was a man who didn’t like her to be seen showered in his wealth and still she had hopefully kept it subtle in comparison to some of the other slaves. She was as quick as she could be and had felt no panic until she came to a stop outside the tavern once more. Suddenly she felt all nervous but also a bit weak at the knees. She carved his eyes upon her daily and now she’s have his full focus plus the fear of not living up to his expectations. She battled with that fear and nervousness and stepped back through the curtain once more. She didn’t even look to see if others entered in her absences, she only had him in her sights. ” My Master…” She softly declared her arrival with as she stood before him. Chin up, shoulders back and voluptuous breasts thrust out.
[14:11] Crow (melchior.wardell) would look up when she returned. She had been quick and yet had outdone herself when it came to her look. She looked like one of the pleasure slaves of the Ubars garden. “Very pretty, mine” he stated. He would point to the pit. “Stand in it, feel the sand between your toes.”
[14:18] Hinder (dirnali.muhindra) had indeed borrowed the look of the pleasure garden slaves until she could find her own personal look and fashion style. Everything was a work in progress with her, a lesson and much thought was going into how she wished to express herself but likely like her free woman style, she;’d turn turn out to be unique with her style but subtle with it. ” Thank you my Master,” came husky as she turned to face the dance pit. She studied it briefly then teased one foot in before the other followed. Shoes tiny grains of warm soft sand teasing between her toes. She pivots to face him with a glossy red smile as the sand eased deliciously through the gaps in her feet.:” It warm and soft…” she shared. ” Pleasant…” she adds swiftly
[14:20] Crow (melchior.wardell) would not take his whip, that dance was perhaps one for a later occassion. “Now close your eyes.”he demanded. “The sand is warm and soft – so you say. Can you remember a time in which something made you warm and soft?” je asks “Take a moment to find that moment and feel if it brings you a certain rhythm.”
[14:29] Hinder (dirnali.muhindra) takes a few deep breaths hoping it will calm her nerves, she did as told and slowly her sea green eyes get veiled by her thick lashes and lids. There was many places she could take herself and most included him. Images flashed before her eyes, times she’s been strong yet sheltered by his safety. When she felt weak but always safe in with him Parts of her previous life flashed before her eyes but she didn’t linger or dwell there. He’d asked fr something that made her feel warm and soft.” In your arms my Master..” she mummers as she drew in slowly and deep breaths. those nerves seemed to wash away and without thought, she reached up her left arm and ran fingers across her collar bone, down her right shoulder, upper arm and wrist. Then trailed it back up again. It was easy to imagine it was his gentle touch, she even made her self shiver every-so.
[14:31] Crow (melchior.wardell) hushed her “In a dancepit there is no room for words. Show me. Show the words in the rhythm of your memory. Move in a way that portrays what you imagine is happening to you. Allow the emotion and feelings take over and silence your thoughts and mouth.” with that he waited if she would be able to do as he demanded.
[14:38] Hinder (dirnali.muhindra) wanted to open her eyes and look at him but didn’t dare so took herself back to that place where she felt warm and soft. No verbal reply came, instead she nods, nips her lip a little and smiles. Suddenly she slight excitement go through and her slender fingertips begun to explore further. She fingers the symbol of his ownership as her gracefully rounded hips begin to gyrate gently back and forth. Fingers once more travel up along her collar bone, and down between the river of her breasts. She could recall the day he reached down with large, strong hands and locked his collar around her neck making her his . Maybe that was her soft and warm moment, she could picture it still. A small dreamy smile plays about her sensuous lips as her golden arms lift above her head, winding and twirling like an hypnotic snakes reaching for him.
[14:44] Crow (melchior.wardell) could tell that in her mind she was seeing all kind of moments – yet he could sense that at the present it were still her thoughts mostly instead of her body taking over. “Feel it within your belly – listen to it’s rhythm. It is there – listen – move slow – but with the understanding that you body wants to tell me something. Without words.” he tells. He watched her as he sipped his wine. She was very beautiful and sensual, he could understand why other men would picture her in their lustful desires. Perhaps it was a good thing he was certain of her devotion and him not being jealous. For slaves such as his girl wars were fought.
[14:52] Hinder (dirnali.muhindra) found herself hanging on every word of his encouragement, it was all she needed to hear. He grounded her but also encouraged her to let go and be who she was always destined to be. She had hoped that if things were to change, she’d always be his, she couldn’t imagine living without him and now pleasing him in every way – be it with him or for him was her destiny. Her torso begins to softly undulate as her desire to yield her body to his unfolds and exhibits itself through movement, her slender little fingers run through her golden tresses hoping to bring his attention to its silkiness and shine, her graceful hands continue down slowly over full thrusting breasts with tight round rosy peaks shielded with fine gold. Continuing down her firm torso…she bends her knees deeply, her bottom swaying to the floor in waves, letting her knees open wide as she caresses the soft skin inside her thighs in subtle invitation. She could move and had been taught to dance as a free woman and young lady but this was different. Now she felt she could express herself freely. She felt that she had nothing to hold on to while dancing for him, she was starting to explore her own body and express her feelings for his delight and her desire.
[14:55] Crow (melchior.wardell) could sense something happening. The motions grew bigger as her hands trailed down her own flesh. Would she feel, what men saw? “Imagine that you are watched. Eyes travel over your body – trying to see what you are telling. They look at you shameless, as if you were naked to them. ” he encourages her. “Do not let yourself be limited by thoughts. Express yourself.”
[15:05] Hinder (dirnali.muhindra) unclipped the gold fastening of the red slik and tossed it to the side when he spoke of eyes on her There might well be, she had no clue because she didn’t dare open her eyes and until he told her otherwise. Her movements become deeper as if natural and she was given the gift of dance all of a sudden ,feminine hips thrusting and rolling thinking of him but also showing his ownership of her body. Her red lips slightly part showing a glimpse of small white teeth and pink tongue which briefly snakes out to moisten her lips… showing her desire to yield her softness to his firmness, her weakness to his strength. Her body begins to weave a serpents dance before him in her longing for him to see she is his for the taking. All nerve had now passed in one torrid wave and she could feel her mind and body bend and mold to his words that controlled her mind and body. She rose up an back down, her knees hitting the sands in sweeping thrusts.
[15:08] Crow (melchior.wardell) would see the development in her dance and finding her own womanhood. “Good, mine.” he complimented her. He would see how she moved her body. She could already promise to him as to his pleasure. She was no longer contained by fear or constrictions. He would drink his wine as he watched her. The jewels in the dim light of the tavern accented her motions so pretty. She was a natural even now – in this moment – she seemed to be a quick learner.
[15:18] Hinder (dirnali.muhindra) could feel a warmth and wetness build between her thighs, something had came over her but mainly it was knowing his eyes were on her. She might not of seen them but she felt them right to her core. She felt as free as a bird as her blood course hotly and the adrenaline surge with her desire to show him her enthusiasm to please him. She now winds and flexes her slim arms, shimmies her well rounded shoulders, causing the deeply peach colored mounds of her breasts to jiggle and they begin to prance about like a spirited mare. Her long unbound hair streaming and causing her toned sleek muscles to be displayed. She lowered once more and bounces her well turned hips up and down with a hunger, then stretches out a long tanned leg whipping it into an arc in the air showing the strength and spirit in the body, wanting him to see what he had drawn out of her.
[15:22] Crow (melchior.wardell) watched her as she lost herself more and more into the dance. Her motions graceful and sensual. He could see that there was a desire in her. A fire that she had build for herself and surely searched for an escape. He noted the sweat of her effort shine upon her skin. He small beads to the chain of her dress moved to a rhythm of promise and sexual desire. He could see how wide she spread her legs as if to rip herself in two. He could only imagine the inner turmoil she might feel to the need that builded up over the weeks. “Very very nice, mine.” his voice dark and horse as he encourages. It was a shame there were no others to see her shine so bright and that for her first time
[15:34] Hinder (dirnali.muhindra) peeped but only to check she was heading in the right direction. She’d been right, his voice had kept her locked on and facing him. She practically tumbled out of the pit and dropped to her knees before him She’d released every inhibition that has previously held her back. Her body covered in beads of her perspiration twists wildly and with passion, stretching and displaying herself before him. All inhibitions had been abandoned. Heart and soul this or death was always to her destiny. Love couldn’t lie and as much as he didn’t want her to hold on to that and her devotion, he was that and now also her master, teacher, strength, weakness and teacher. She dropped her head to a spot before his feet but continued to gyrate and thrust her spent but rejuvenated body. before him. Silently begging for his touch.
[15:37] Crow (melchior.wardell) had watched her with an eye of a master. She was a true slave in her motions. She had lost herself in the sensual and sexual desires. As she approached he would be ready. He would pick her up as if she was a feather. He would sling her over his shoulder and hold her firmly there. His arms wrapping her by her ass. “Seems a slave has earned her orgasm.” he whispered to her ear. He would than turn and take her to their home.
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