Gorean Pole Dance – Full
by ella GC
At the command of his voice, she rises obediently, cheeks flushing a crimson hue, girl’s dark hershey orbs gaze about the Inn, butterflies fill her belly. The same butterflies that come each time she is to perform before men, free men!. Strong, very strong masculine men. she worries she won’t be found pleasing, for if she isn’t, she could be beaten, or worse, ignored, not seen, not heard, rage begins to rush through her thoughts, she steps forward, belled ankles jingling, full hips slow and enticing, she tucks in her tummy, and lifts her chin, she will please the men, she will, she will. Oh, she will!. she must not let him down, she must not let herself down, she smiles to herself.
ella lifts her fingers to brush dark tendrils from her face. She lowers her arm to be even with the other, her hands at her sides, curling behind to rake against lush suppleness, the backs of her hands resting flat, pearl colored nails scrape forward, her legs buckle.
girl’s heart begins to beat more rapidly, she becomes frightened, looking around, oh! she whimpers, almost silently. she notices the musicians settling in a dimly lit corner of her home, beginning to ready themselves. The tharlarion oil lamps were dim. She heard guests being served, laughter! Her home is one of middle ranged price, and classier than most. A lucky slave to be owned by the Golden Collar, many have not been so lucky, and too,….. under the same management and ownership is the Silver Chain. Many of the finest come for service, her knees weaken as she steps into the sand pit.
Her back arches, lusciously round breasts are thrusted forward, adorned buds hardening with sensation, tingling, her head tosses back, oscillating forward again to the quickness of the beat. she becomes aroused with excitement, she hopes the men find her pleasing, she hopes to be rewarded with his smile for being found as such, with an intense feeling of mania, elation, she dances her body for him, for those who might find interest in her.
The girl’s arms lift high above her head, the backs of her hands embracing one another, her hips begin to move seductively, slow, and teasingly. Her shoulders begin to roll in and out with the motion of her lower body, her head dips back, she looks up, bracelets flicker from the fires, lightly bronzed skin lustrous, glossy lips part slightly, deep brown eyes twinkle, she writhes her body, locked within the slave pole, becoming one with it, wriggling erotically, a surge of heat flows billowing through her entire being; the muscles in her calves tighten as belled toes raise and lower in the sand.
A belt of silverish coins, overlapping and threaded lay entwined upon her hips. Even lower, she wears a portion of redsilk gifted to her by her owner which rests wrapped and knotted to the left of an outturned hip, a glimpse of a tempting ass is seen, she begins to wiggle and twist helplessly for the pleasure of men.
Her chest rises and falls with movement, she’s locked, trapped, held captive in complete bondage, confined within the pleasures of her own mind. ella gives in, her arms come down to slide long fingers through a messy chestnut mane, lifting the curls up just to let them fall again, head bobbing from left to right, tannish arms come down to touch the softness of her belly, she yields, conforms. she moans, a nail moves lower grazing firey slave heat, her body quivers with need. she trembles to the touch of her own finger tips, the ever soft graze upon tender aching flesh. Hips undulating, whirling motions, overwhelmed with yearning, her hands criss cross her body, nails digging deep into her sides. she wonders how she could let herself go so freely, how she can wriggle as if a wanton wench. she looks up startled! They’ve been watching!. A slut! Just a branded, slut!. she cries out! An aroused sigh wails from her breath as she melts quickly to her knees, crawling along the cool stones, kissing them, placing kisses upon the stones the men have tread, she hopes she has been a pleasant sight, she hopes she was easy on the eyes watching……she can hope.
she breathes in deeply, golden skin glistening and moist, tender nipples brush the surface, her heart quickens as she approaches, she wonders what they think, what he thinks. she should not have curiosity, she knows. Maybe they will have mercy on her, oh, she worries. An acquiescent slave, she is. she lifts her eyes to him before looking down, the fluttering in her belly heightens as she nears his feet.
The girl lays forward between supple, sensitive, widely spread molten thighs, arms outstretched above her head to cross at the wrists, forehead grazing the tiles, she bellies nearer, a tantalizing ass in the air, she slithers closer on her elbows, wantonly, brazenly. Sultry amethyst lips pucker out to lay warm kisses upon each of his boots before coming to rest in the center of both, head lowered in obeisance, she smiles, awaiting the next command.
©2005 Twinkle W.V. All right reserved.
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