ros{Sal} returns from the kitchen clutching a small fruit in delicate fingers when a calloused strong hand grips her and propels stumbling feet forward to the center of the room. Dark sparkling eyes dart about; a fleeting glance to each One present, never lingering. Shivers softly, in fear and excitement, before stealing a peek to He who has commanded her. Almost shyly, dark eyes flutter downward as she bows her head .«©%».

ros{Sal} stands motionless listening to her own beating heart and the soft rhythm that begins to build and grow inside a taut belly. A gentle breeze steals through an open window and rustles the long white silks that hug hidden womanly curves. Slowly her body begins to sway and slender arms lift, wrists held together in imaginary bonds, the succulent fruit nurtured in dainty hands .«©%».

ros{Sal} offers the fruit up and turns slowly, eyes narrow letting her gaze roam to the wall of hooks; the dancing bells, pleasure silks, and lengths of bina beads, daring to dream of being a pleasure slut at His feet, taken for His pleasure, used at His whim. The fire burning brightly, a beacon in the night crying out, a gentle palm presses to her flat silk covered belly trying to quell the storm that rages within .«©%».

ros{Sal} finds herself drawn to Him like a moth to a flame, tempestuous eyes daringly lift to His as she tries in desperation to kidnap His attention with the seductive sway of slender hips. His strength overwhelming, the white silk flutters about her in a facade of calmness. His eyes rest on her vulnerable form with icy cold regard, then glance to the window at a pleasure slut passing, as if comparing the two .«©%».

ros{Sal} sneers at the brazen slut as their eyes lock momentarily. The white silks pool about her as she swirls to face Him with fiery rage. His cold stare telling her to mind her place, but her anger seething out with a vicious snarl will not be denied. Dances before the fire, turning away from Him, dark tendrils rippling down, unseen tears of frustration spill down smooth cheeks, the fruit hugged to a thundering heart .«©%

ros{Sal} tugs loose the silkened knot and pulls the material behind her in an outstretched hand, raises it high as twists send a lithe body into a succession of tight turns, firelight illuminates a ripe curvy silhouette for an ihn before the shimmering garment is released, it seems to float on the air, falling slowly, then melts into a white pool on the tiles, careless gliding pirouettes propel awakened flesh towards Him .«©%

ros{Sal} tears well up in captivating eyes as a soft growl gurgles from her throat. The pangs of desire flow through a taut belly while raw lust saturates roused senses. Seductively dances around Him, rolling soft shoulders to the beat, a silky upper body sways as breasts quiver with want. Surrounding Him in a cocoon of soft slave scent, belly muscles ripple erotically. Each enticing movement designed to arouse Him .«©%».

ros{Sal} smiles seductively and slides a glistening tongue across the edge of kiss-starved lips, a bewitching hand caresses with tempting slowness from a taut belly up to cup a delectable breast capped with a rosy nipple that begs to be tasted, offering it to Him. Becomes blind with rage as His empty glare cuts her like a knife. Releasing a guttural cry as pain and need blends. The beast within screaming out in its hunger .«©

ros{Sal} lowers like a wisp of silk released from His hand to tender knees before Him, thighs glistening with seeping carnal desires arch shamelessly wide. The smell of her desire teasing His senses, the swollen pearl of her heat visible and pumping toward Him, taunting and beckoning His touch, daring Him to possess all that is so willingly offered .«©%».

ros{Sal} hips arch brazenly upward to the pull of unseen hands and crashing drums, a shudder visibly traces through her as hands curl to tight balls, giving to Him her very soul. Eyes fly open widely as the hard shell of the fruit breaks in her hand, the succulent interior bursting forth as sticky juices begin to trickle from it, regaining her kneel tender hands cradle the broken shell of the fruit .«©%».

ros{Sal} locks tempestuous eyes on His as willowy arms lift the larma to Him, a sluts silent expression of desperate need, to be an instrument of His pleasure and use. The sweet juices of the larma drooling down her arms and dripping to tender aroused nipples, a breathless heated whisper lifts to His ears as her dance completes....i surrender to Your control .«©%». ~la kajira~