Post by inkar on Feb 16, 2015 7:14:57 GMT
(02/15/15 23:11:25 ) ||His Little Miss Cupcake||
|| inkar ||
Property of Lychmyre
-The best part of waking up is a Hell Cat in your Cup-
Laura| PoD
- I had to wait before I could enter the hall, my breath held steady while my heart raced. It was about the performance, the running the race tonight of holding up to what I hoped would be seen as the truth. They say the eyes are the windows to the soul, was this true? For this Paravaci chewtoy surely hoped so. I had fire gathering in the depth of my belly, a heart raging to be freed. The sounds of laughter rang from the halls when the doors opened. Nerves begin to flutter like butterflies being set free. Drums beating off in the distance as horns blew out into the evening sky to set the festivities in full swing.
The coral colored silks fondles coppery flesh, bringing out the sex appeal of a beast in heat, the color matched that of rose hue tinted tiers. Then came the collar about thy neck that set me apart. I had to close the irises before I lost my courage to be a graceful feline across that hall. I decided to warm up, knowing that if I didn’t I would be no good in the long run of this dance. The one I decided to name “The Slaver becomes the slave.” Deep breaths were drawn in, the tightness of my muscles flared with the shutter of a chill along my spine. Tonight’s dance was to tell the story of how I became his. It wasn’t a normal type of relationship or was it?
When had the attraction for such a man start? It was after my son was born. It seemed things clicked into place from that moment on it became a challenge to stay out of his collar then, to hold myself to a higher standard of being the Slaver and a Free Woman. However I knew in the end it would never work. We were like a bad drug addiction that only got worst. It seemed as the time flared to life we were destined to be Master and slave. The moment we both realized what was transpiring was the talk we had in my former guest residence of Port Kar. The memory was there. The setting was done now came to beat that to the music and just let my body tell this story.
The hole in my shoulder had heeled beautifully a small scar was left on the right side, my long silks of tresses covered it well, hiding the fact in order to bury one pain I had to receive another. A soft sigh escapes my tiers as I slip into the hall after being announced. I propel forward towards the center of where this would all start. Irises scan the on lookers taking careful note of who was where and what they were doing. A smile of tender caress kiss along my rose hue colored lips. It was time to focus and give into the beast, let her run through the halls in rhythm to the beat. Lowering into a crouch, my knees bent to my chest, my mane covering like a curtain, arms wrapped about the bent limbs with a silver chain flowing down like water over rocks.. I was just waiting for the drums to start softly followed by a few other instruments. The beat picks up and the sounds of laughter and chatter dying down as I knew it was time to perform.
(02/15/15 19:24:47 ) ||His Little Miss Cupcake||
|| inkar ||
Property of Lychmyre
-The best part of waking up is a Hell Cat in your Cup-
Laura| PoD
[Great Hall]
{- Inside the Great Hall -}
says to ALL - Some say the world will end in fire, others say Ice. I say it will end with a fiery dance. Truth be told the importance of everything I had done lead to this moment. The instant I realized I would be telling more of my story then I could imagine. The music lulled through this wanton’s veins; bring me up on the pads of my feet. My hips begin to undulate teasingly towards the crowds as I decelerate pivoting all the way round. The pools of my depths searching him out amongst familiar faces. Silently stopping my tease I felt the sensation of my hands gliding along sun-kissed skin as if trying to coax out my inner passion and joy, now hidden behind the impish demure I hold in pretence. The cool coating of metal trailed along the heated flesh, drawing bumps to surface following the path my hands had set forth.
Falling to my knees upon the planks of wood that held this beast up, my body trembles with a fiery need of emotion, holding fast to the knowledge of what this dance means. Quickly pushing to the soles of my feet dainty digits grasp at the brief material of my top and yank it away, tossing it towards him with a joyous longing to be used once more. Seeking the pleasure in which he had given back to me. Taking me slave style as a Free.
Twin falls of cascading silken chestnut curtains toss over my shoulders as my head jerks in surprise in his direction, lissome legs taking wide steps as I stalk through the hall, grasping my small face in desperation as my mind screams at me, “You shouldn’t want this? What are you thinking?...” I whip my body from side to side, sylphlike arms flailing in the air around me as I twirl fiercely, the glint of silver flies above like a propeller sending svelte hips beating out a staccato rhythm in time with the furious pulsation of a heart. Subdued coffee-colored hues flash hotly in the burning embers of the fire, glinting brilliantly as my gaze darts wildly around me, blind and unseeing, while delicate feet stamp heavily around the hall.
Willowy arms snake towards the sky, the chain flows along my silken flesh… Closing those caramel irises behind the long ebony lashes, I slowly begin to pirouette the chain in hand commences to drape around my lithe form, tugging at my heated flesh, I let out a soft cry. I effortless move, fighting that which holds me prisoner to its will.
Coffee-colored hues spark to life, the ebony lashes opening wide in fear as I had just signed my fate, given in to the demands of my own beast. I go to my knees in submission… Picking up what would appear to be a collar one he had offered to me. Jumping to my feet I push off in an unabated rotation until I stop suddenly before him.. Dark embers burn with the torment of a heart being torn.. I was torn between accepting something so beautiful, to the pain of losing my own girl in the process. A beauty who in that moment I had come to adore in more ways than I could ever imagine. Seeking his own dark hues out while I stood there in front of him I heave a heavy sigh of confusion. I wanted this man, needed his touch like no other, and yet I couldn’t abandon her could I?
29:27 ) ||His Little Miss Cupcake||
|| inkar ||
Property of Lychmyre
-The best part of waking up is a Hell Cat in your Cup-
Laura| PoD
[Great Hall]
{- Inside the Great Hall -}
says to ALL Dark embers close as a tear kisses along my cheek, showing the pain I was suffering in the challenge at hand. I hit my knees in a blink of an eye the chain had wrapped tighter about my form having been sent flying with the swirls around the hall it now rested against supple flesh, pulling ever tighter to cause me to moan out in an angry sob. Breathing heavily, breast rise and fall with each deep inhale of life I feel slipping out of me. The decision is mine to make it isn’t one that would go lightly. I had to be cautious for I was Once Bitten and Twice Shy.
Standing there long enough I let out another angry sigh to the pain the chain was doing to my beastly form, the red fiery marks of irritation lingers along the dew covered hide of this wanton. Pivoting upon my toes I twirled in the opposite direction of the chain, loosening its grip upon his beast, loosening the noose I felt trapped in. Then to my knees I fall with grace. Going for a proper kneel at his feet, I lean my body back sitting upon my heels, my arms extended upward, crossed at the wrists, my head lowers beneath them in supplication as my tresses spill forth cascading like a curtain being drawn closed upon the moment of my simple submission to a Man I have grown to love in my heart.
A few moments pass before I lower down and push back, sending my form into a few twirls.. A wicked smile dancing upon my lips, lulling my hips in a sweet succulent roll of burning desire. I lower my form into a Nadu stance, my back arched while I lean back and push breast forth, my glistening thighs parted, dew tickling over sensitive flesh. I inhaled a heavy breath as the music slowly ends I look up to the Man who has my heart and captured a beast of joy, lips part as I spoke softly.
Some say the World will end in Fire, others say Ice, I say it will end when You have stripped me of my Life.. I hope that day never comes; I keep you pleased and sated. For Master you the very air I breath, the very thought I seek, and the pounding of my heart beats for you like no others.. Thank you for taking this beast and making her yours. Without your love I am nothing and would be no more.
Embers turn toward the ground in submission as I sit still upon my heels breathing deeply with the constricting of my muscles rippling. I wait holding my breath for him to speak, or them to clap. I wait not knowing what anyone was thinking. Had I put them to sleep, had I bored them to tears with what I thought was a dance from the heart.
Biting on the inside of my cheek I begin to peek up, seeking out his embers, I had to see for myself what was hidden behind the windows to his soul. Was that a smile? Did he give a wink? My mind longing to find the answer. Slowly I rise to my feet moving back so those others left to dance could make their way to the center. I circle around the hall staying close to the wall. I look up to the head table and smiled softly to the Jarl for allowing me this honor to dance for My Master. I knew he would say something later of the dance, probably tell me I did well and such, but I would not give up my honor I promised a dance and so be it. Here it was out on the table. Smiling softly to those around I waited patiently as I controlled my breathing.-