Submission Dance - First Contest

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First Dance Contest for Girls

Must be a Submission Dance

Due to be posted no later than Thursday January 26th (midnight est)

Any Late Submissions will not be posted.

Winner will be Announced at the Saturday Games on the 28th.

All Free are incouraged to vote on the poll.

Slaves are not allowed to vote in this poll.

Any questions please see Mistress Kaia or Master Dragons Darkness.

Thank You Master for allowing this one to post

[Kaia]

I am looking forward to seeing some of these dances I hope we get some soon!

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Lying at Masters feet she hears His one worded command..~Dance~..

A smile slowly passes across her full , pouting ruby lips, slowly she raises her arms high above her head...her fingers softly outlining a path along her arms..elbows slightly bent as to allow her arms to softly caress the contours of her face.... with wrists flexed she turns her arms to bring them down in front of her, hiding her face from His gaze but for a moment. Slowly she lets her fingers caress their way down her face and neck.She slowly rolls to her stomach and in a smooth,

slow movement pulls back with her palms still flat on the tiles and her arms outstretched, resting her hips on her heels, her crimson tresses hiding her face. she then pulls her arms back and to the heavy beat of a drum, pushes up with her palms lifting her torso from the tiles, crimson hair tossing about her and framing her face like a heavy mane. Rising up to kneeling position she places her small foot on the tiles,brazenly she thrusts out her right leg hearing the tinkling of the

slave bells on the anklet that she wears ring out. Serpent like she moves her arms, as she rises to her feet. Sliding them up her stomach and her sides. Crisscrossing them back and forth in a hypnotic movement, bringing them ever so slowly and tenderly to her breasts, her hips swaying in a hypnotic movement of their own. she lifts her breasts gently, offering them and teasing the Master she so adores. As He watches her and reaches out His hand she spins away with a small laugh

like the sound of the tinkling slave bells that she wears. Spinning just out of His reach she allows her hands to travel up to the slave knot at her shoulder. She toys with it, the incandescent fire of her sparkling eyes meeting His dark ones in an emerald embrace. She tugs gently at the knot of her silks and it comes loose in her small hands. The red of the silk blending with the crimson of her nails, she holds the silks against her not allowing them to fall. Teasing this Master by

spinning with the silks caressing her smooth, satin skin. But allowing only small glimpses of the girls hidden treasures within . Seeing His eyes darken in passion she stops on the next heavy drumbeat of the music. Tossing the silk high over her head she watches it fall and shivers at the light caress when the material glides smoothly down her flesh. nami's hands then follow to her stomach with her ruby colored nails lightly scratching over her. she drops her hands to her sides.

she paces the floor,each step building this wildness within her. she circles looking , searching for His face, finding Him she stops her feet slightly apart,her knees slightly curved, she feels the pulse of an unheard drum. she moves her fingers to her thighs,feeling pleasure in their strength and firmness....her eyes lock to His and reveal her longing and desire. she lowers her emerald gaze and allows her head to fall,resting her cheek against her shoulder,

her right hand traces a path up her thigh and to her belly, feeling the burning there she further investigates this newness by allowing her fingers to trace their way up to the contours of her swelling, heaving breasts. she turns softly to the left showing Him her back, her eyes never leaving His face. her bare neck softly turned for all to see. her hips begin to make small slow circles, rolling to the smooth rhythm of the music, her hands start to wander ....caressing her belly ,

her hips, her thighs, keeping time to this rhythm in her body. her hips swaying and curving her back in the most delicious curves almost serpantine feeling the rhythm build up within her, she spins quickly , softly upon her heels, facing the Master that has claimed her heart. The fire behind her, setting her cream colored skin aglow, outlining the smoothness of her skin, showing the light sheen of sweat upon her. she closes her eyes allowing the music within to take complete control.

She spins, her flesh feeling the heat of the fire, it matches the burning within her. Her emerald eyes flutter open to search for Him, she takes deliberate, intentional strides to Him. Her eyes again locking with His, in a sweet embrace. Emerald jewels, glowing with the heat she feels within, harden with the desire she feels. The music increases in speed and urgency . Her hips swaying faster she spins away and allows her hands to caress her breasts again. Wishing that it was

Masters touch that she felt upon her heated flesh. Slowly she brings her arms down, sliding them softly against her. Fingers tracing a heated path along her breasts, her stomach, and lower. Searching out the place of her need and burning. She thrusts her hips, pressing her hands closer to her. nami parts her full pouty lips , her breasts swollen and heaving, begging but for His touch. Just out of His grasp, she falls gracefully to the tiles in a heap, crimson mane flowing wild about

her shoulders, she rises to her hands and knees, crawling to within a foot of this Master she needs, every movement feline and calculated. Prowling as if a she larl after her prey. Stalking Master,watching His every movement. Reaching Him she crumples at His feet and raises her face to Him, raising her arms reaching out for Him. she rises to her knees, her thighs spread wide, completely open to Him, she then lowers her head, her fiery mane falling forward to cover her.

nami lifts her arms with the wrists crossed to be bound, pleading silently for the Masters Kolar. As the cymbals crash the end of the music, she feels His touch upon her head, she whispers through her parted ruby lips, ~Find pleasure in this slut Master, keep her for Your own. nami is Yours, she is La Kajira.~

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[jela]

hearing the Jarl yell JELA COME HERE!!jela hurrys into the dance pit..her eyes wide with terror as she sinks into the soft warm sands.. jela runs in one direction then the other..and the she stops..she backs slowly away..she looks up..~one can almost imagine the huge Man stalking the tiny slave~

jela turns to run but trips landing in the sand she crys out her frustration..she rolls over..getting to her knees ..crawling..her eyes land on the boots before her..and then she feels the steel on her neck..trembling fingers touch the cold metal..she shakes her head ~growling~ she trys to run..her hands wrapping around the chain attached to the collar

with pleading eyes she begs her Capture to release her..seeing no mercy she runs ..but the chain pulls her back...she darts this way then that way..but finds herself closer and closer to Him..His eyes burn into hers..she finds herself drawn to Him..still she fights the chain..feet dig into the sand..her tiny hands pulling she trys to free herself..
but there is no escape from what is to come

she throws herself to the ground ..crawling closer to Him..her ivory skin glowing in the light of the torches..she throws back her head arching her back firey curls spill around her..the light making them seem like a live fire..emerald eyes boldly look into His..her body moves with seductively..eyes snap green fire ..as she kneels before Him..slowly she is pulled up..she whimpers as her nipples against Him..she rubs her cheek against His chest..walking slowly around Him...He allows this..then yanks her back to stand before Him once more...slipping to her knees she kisses His boots rubbing her soft skin against the leather..accepting that she is His..He smirks..she lowers her eyes..He doesnt see the mutiny in them..He thinks Hes won

with a jerk jela whips around..she sways away from Him as the drums beat faster and faster...her heart matches the beat of the drums..she looks around begging anyone to help her...but none come to her aid..she stomps a tiny foot into the sand..hearing the clang of the chain..she stops completely ..breasts heavying she drops to the sand..with the sounds of the chain ringing in her ears she knows what she is..she is slave..

~ la kajira ~

[fauve]

~lifting the rake from the edge of the shed, fauve pads softly back to the edge of the soft sand, stepping lightly into the sand, fauve feels a small shiver go over her body, as if the eyes of her Mistress are watching her,, but she knows that ki one is around~

~fauvecarefully slides the rake across the sand, letting her body sway so softly as if there was music playing in her head, for she ki that none is close by her~

~her smoky hazel eyes drift close as she can almost feel the music take over her form, she sways her body more and more, letting her body flow softly with the music in her head, hearing a soft beat of the drums and a sweet melody of a wooded flute~

~fauve feels as if Her eyes are watching her,, feeling a soft burning carress her body, she slides her hand over her tummy, as her feet slide over the cooling sands, she feels the sands slide under her tiny feet, then she feels a soft breeze blow over her slave body, she shivers softly as her body reacts to the breeze but her insides come to life~

~her feet moving with steady movements as the beat in her ears gets louder and stronger, her fingers slide over her body, carressing it gently, feeling the soft burning comming to life deep inside of her, fauve sways her hips more and more, letting the music control her being~

~fauve pivots around on her toes, hips girating to the beat, getting faster and harder with each turn or swipe of arms,, fauves eyes are still closed to the world as she enjoys the music, her hair flowing about her in a soft cascade, her auburn locks resemble the flames from the fire pit, as she swirls about, with soft wind blowing at her, controling her~

~then with a suddenness,, the music goes to a soft beat again, leaving fauve to try and catch her breath about her, panting softly, thinking in her heart, she so belongs to Mistress~

~fauve's hand gently goes to her collar about her slender neck and with a soft sigh, favue finally realizes she belongs to her Mistress~

~fauve is La Kajira~

[DragonsDarkness]

The dance has now ended ant new dances fare this massage will not be voted on ty u girls for ur dances was good reading good luck and may the best one win