Tasta dances to the whip

Well I share it because I think we are a damn sexy pair. Enjoy the read!

[21:37] Tasta Nexen Sees the man sitting in the shadows, a familiar aura, and indefinable scent that draws warmth to her cheeks, sinking to her knees as if finding her natural centre, pulling her hands from behind her back the girl slides the leather thong between her lips and starts to crawl towards Him, belly skating close to the floor, sinuous slither of long limbs carrying her to Him where she looks up, dark eyes bright, lips parting to release the whips hiss to curl to the floor, soft voice reaches towards Him “I beg to dance beneath Your whip Master” humbled body lifting its pleas towards Him

[21:41] Chaos Ibor bursts out laughing and grabs the whip the woman so skillfully has brought to his side. "And since when slaves are to beg for dancing!", he lets out and rises, towering over the slender, fragile Tasta. "You will indeed dance to my whip, because it pleases me to do so...useless beast! Beg not and dance more! Fail to please me, and you will be given five lashes". He cracks the whip in the air once, the loud noise echoing in the Paga Den. How well he knows the movement, how well he knows the effect it has on helpless collared girls.

[21:42] Tasta Nexen crouches before Him, head turning to the side and fallen back, the undulation of silken form setting golden flesh to quivering, the thunder-crack of whips lash above her head tossing her into craven shivers even as the sound reverberates. Her eyes remain locked to Him as he looms over her, not the whip that makes her tremble but the terrible demand in His eyes, lips parting she sings sirens songs to Him whispering moans the music to accompany each writhe

[21:45] Chaos Ibor nods his approval of Tasta's first moves, but with the stamina that the whip on his grip provokes, he feels ready to shape the girl's dance to his will. "Dance, beast! Please me, mere chattel! Dance, Tasta!", he says, each short phrase after a crack of the whip that touches not her skin, but hits the air near her hip, her inner thighs, her shoulder. Sober, Chaos is a much more dangerous and fierce Master and Tasta knows about it. With each strike in the air, the body of the woman reacts and he succeeds in shaping her movements to his viewing pleasure.

[21:47] Tasta Nexen uses her body to speak words He can not hear, lifting and falling, riding the tide of the lash as it flashes around her, her body securely corralled within His unrelenting bonds, as the hiss of leather flies to this side and then the other, but still her movements are unrestrained, wild, hips plunging, head swivelling, dark mane a mist across transfixed face, indistinguishable from the blur of black leather that He binds her with

[21:48] Tasta Nexen's arms rise to fan above thrown back head, eyes shaded by a furl of lash that both hides and frames the flames that lick within her gaze as she stares at this Man that holds her within His thrall, each of His gestures is mirrored by one of her own, the primitive connection that ties them vivid in the way He pulls her towards Him and then shunts her away all with casual flicks of the evil leather blade

[21:51] Tasta Nexen's breath becomes fevered, matching the colour in her skin, wisps of ravens wing hair falling from loosely bound knot to stick to sweating skin, her moans rich with longing, as hands mould and lift the pliant flesh he owns, breasts flushed with colour and crowned in scarlet excitement as she tumbles to squirm helpless and debased at His feet

[21:53] Tasta Nexen 's hands slide further over tawny flesh even as the lash again falls beside her the rip of sound making her flinch away before there too His whip falls, the girl pinioned where He wishes her, her limbs spread or closed, her spine arched or hunched at His whim, fallen to sucked tight belly she crawls towards Him, hands raised to plead for mercy, her body saturated with heat seems to pulse as she pulls back to wide splayed knees

[21:54] Tasta Nexen slowly she climbs His thigh, serpents tongue flicking to collect the warmth from His leathers, her body pressing close against her Master’s muscled leg, midnight gaze locked to His face as she crawls up His length, fingers sliding in teasing circles as she silently but blatantly seeks His touch, the flagrant enticement in nude body offered without guile

[21:58] Chaos Ibor tilts his head as the slave dares touch him without being granted permission. He doubts not and this time, the leather whip is aimed directly to her inner thighs. The sound of the five leather strips is clear and crisp. A welt builds up quickly on the helpless woman at his feet, to only make Chaos enjoy her dance more. His eyes devour her, his desires growing, for such a low, wanton slut that serves him and serves him well. Totally drawn to the kajira, he stays there, admiring the new mark he has inflicted on his property.

[21:59] Tasta Nexen falls back as the lash bites finally into her flesh, the cry torn from tortured frame moulded by tongue and lips into a softly whispered phrase, one that never had more meaning till now “la kajira, my Master” before her body slides down to lie sprawled, blood ripe lips pressing their urgent service to His feet as she humbly waits to be claimed or discarded by His will

[22:03] Chaos Ibor traces her semi naked body with the tip of his whip, the kiss of it exploring her every length from forehead to folded knees. His pulse is firm, his pace, slow and measured. On his face, the grin of a pleased man...another pleased man of Gor, content to have a slut on his feet. "You may live, one more day...Tasta. One more day...is my gift to you. You have not seriously displeased me". And his laughter resonates in the docks of Minus, just before he wraps the leather whip around her neck and brings her to his lips.

[22:05] Tasta Nexen lifts to Him with all the eagerness of an aroused and thoroughly owned slave her body pulled close to Him again, she moulds herself to Him without the supple warmth that she is built from, built to fit Him ..."thank You, my Master ... for one more day at Your feet" she manages her voice having a strange husky quality