nissa{TR} waits silently in
the sand pit, a soft breeze
wafting the scent of talender
and dina from the garden...
arms rise in graceful arcs,
backs of wrists press together,
tawny red curls sweeping back
from a heart shaped face as
chin lifts high... warm brown
eyes close halfway, tongue
briefly peeking out from between
the lush rose of softly curving
lip as fingers come together
in the soft rhythmic chiming
of zills
nissa{TR} moves forward as
the zills chime softly, almost
like the beating of a heart..red
curls shot with gold flow
over creamy satin shoulders,
down the delicate curve of
back, teasing the tops of
shapely thighs... shoulders
roll as the girl continues
to arch backward, hands circling
like small birds as they flutter
over her belly and the sweet
curves of breasts... only
to fly up and forward as back
straightens
nissa{TR} turns her head slightly
as the strumming of the czehar
and kalika softly float over
the quiet of the room, a long
leg slipping forward from
beneath the shimmer of white
silk, alabaster hips rolling
from side to side as dainty
feet caress the sparkling
sands, pivoting on toes, arms
arcing high again, redgold
waves swirling around her
like liquid fire til she hears
the sudden sound of tabor
and kaska...
nissa{TR} pauses as her eyes
catch sight of the rough wood
rising from the sparkling
sands, it's strength obvious,
then the sweet call of flutes
flow over her and arms reach
out to the pole before her...
eyes climb it's height as
a soft hand tentatively reaches
out to caress it's roughness
only to pull back quickly,
rushing to the sands edge,
wrapping arms around her suddenly
shivering body..
nissa{TR} looks back at the
pole, trembling legs carrying
her back, small feet sinking
into the sands, belly tightening
as a delicate hand reaches
out, pressing smooth palm
against the roughness of the
wood, a soft sigh escapes
her lips as she presses her
body against the pole, wrapping
her arms around it, inhaling
the scent of the wood as hands
move slowly upward, flaming
hair flowing down as her head
falls back
nissa{TR} half closes golden
brown eyes as she pulls her
body upright and leans the
softness of her forehead against
the wood's warmth, a smooth
cheek beginning a gentle caress
of the post, feet stepping
onto the cross bar at the
bottom, hands again climb
the roughness til she reaches
up toward the straps and chains
above shining red curls ...
til she jumps back at the
sharp CLASH of cymbals
nissa{TR} jumps down quickly
in the sands, body alert,
a small hand clenching tightly
to her mouth to stifle the
cry that tries to escape from
her lips, she waits motionless
at the foot of the pole, eyes
appear to be saucers of darkness
in the paleness of her face..
they dart left and right...she
takes a breath, then another,
finally becoming less wary
as pale features again take
on the soft rose of her skin
nissa{TR} rises once more,
climbing onto the cross post,
pressing soft curves against
the wood, eyes seeking the
straps and chains int he dimness
above... standing on toes
she slowly reaches upward
til fingers caress the warm
leather and cold steel...
the strumming becomes stronger,
the drumbeats more forceful
as slim hands slither into
the cold steel of the loose
slave bracelets
nissa{TR} rises still further
on toes as wrists fall into
place and hands grasp the
cold steel of the chains,
her feet slide off the cross
post, legs dangling, body
twisting, silks catching on
the rough wood, breath coming
in gasps as she tries to gain
freedom from this capture
of her own choosing... yet
fingers grasp firmly to the
chains, hands cling to the
straps, body writhes only
a few more moments before
going limp
nissa{TR} feels her feet touch
the cross post and lowers
herself from the chains, hands
brshing delicately at the
marks now on her wrists...
then hands move up the ivory
satin of her arms to caress
the collar at her throat...
looknig back to the pole with
it's chains, she suddenly
smiles brightly, eyes sparkling
in the torchlight, white silks
shimmer over the shadows of
slave flesh
nissa{TR} dances lightly across
the sands, joyful movements
as arms rise and fall, twirling
on toes, the sparkle of sand
still clinging to taut calves,
heart shaped face glows in
happiness, she moves out of
the sands and falls to knees
before Mistress Rose, knees
pressed modestly together,
palms resting gently on thighs,
back straight, shoulders rolled
back, chin lifted to proudly
reveal the steel encircling
a slim throat
nissa{TR} settles quietly,
breathing calming, head proudly
erect as the music fades and
she whispers la kajira
