0 comments/ 39983 views/ 3 favorites Mystic Veil Dance Ch. 01 By: Joseki Ko * * * * * Click Here to hear the story. (8 min/RealMedia) You need Real Player to listen to this file. * * * * * "Is your dance ready?" Spoke the Master She blinks and then shakes out of it "Erm ready, ummm, a girl wouldn't quite put it in those words." "What words would you put it in girl?" "It's erm, still in the bubble stages?" "Let's see what you have girl." The hopeful smile went pale and she inclined her head swallowing. "Yes Master. A girl has her outfit picked." "Proceed girl.' "Yes Master." The quickly rolls to her feet, muscles dancing as she scurries off to the dancer's box near the pit to make her selections and slip into them, that uh oh pale look brushing her light skin. Her Master looks on approvingly as she begins pulling out garments and brushing them up against her. She steps out into the lights of the pit from the shadow by the box, the piggy tails bound up in one veil that curled them into a spilling up do, baring the throat and shoulders that same veil then drawn from behind her ear across her face to tuck behind her ear and into the collar around her throat, its effect hiding her features but for the vivid and dark hazel orbs. the second veil weaved from her right wrist secured there by a simple string of bells, before weaving up over the back of the shoulder, under the breast and to the collar, lifting it and supporting it within the thin gauze, the third echoing the second, around her opposite wrist. a fourth finds her hips and naval, wrapped thrice, it was notably white and tucked with a string of loose bells draped stylishly over them. Both legs similarly outfitted with a string of bells upon the ankle. The gauze would draw from each ankle, curled around and around the limb likened to a candy cane, flexing with each movement of her legs, drawing color and restraining movement as it found a place below the naval wrap. the seventh gauze, was the scarlet veil, the most notable, missing, unable to be seen so lightly, the girl's breathing was rapid, her bara taunt as she approached the center of the pit, the crunch of sand underfoot, the pulse of her heart in her ears, and the sound of the bells teasing her senses as it called attention to even the slightest of movements. Once in the center she turned to face Him, drawing arms up over head, lifting the chin to a haughty degree and turned her right hip slightly toward him, the wrists finding each other high over head, palms back to back, as the fore leg extends to point the toe, giving Him the appeal of the light as it hit those curves, exposed and not, letting the eyes of the Male linger, hazel orbs seeking out His approval. He grins at the girl noting the fluidity of her motions and the lack of blushing in them. He especially appreciates the piggy tails wound in the veils. "Does Master approve of a girl's costume?" "Yes I do. You put a lot of thought into that." A blush slipped over the cheeks as the girls arms lowered. "A girl put a lot of thought to where the seventh scarf went." As he grinned at that statement the girl bit her lip, glancing at Him from under the lashes before looking back down at the sand, slipping out of that taunting profile. "May a girl remove the silks and serve You Master?" "You don't want to try and go farther?" "Is it Master's wish that, she attempt?" "Yes it is my wish that you at least try." She takes a breath, resuming the position quickly. Then taking a breath and drawing back into that zone pepper had spoken of a happy place. For her it was the center of a storm... she listened for the sound of the thunder, the lightning breaking and then took a deep breath. "Yes Master" The girl began with the solo pulse set of her fore leg, the heel striking heavily upon the sand, the crash of the bells upon her ankles setting a tempo, that beat lasting eight solo beats in time to the heart of the girl, then a slight snap of the hips drawing the rattle of the higher sounding bells at her naval over that self made skirt of virginal white gauze, she kept this movement until her entire body followed it, the hands kept overhead, starting her story with the motion, her steps began, she kept them high, jerky and ill graced, keeping the bells sounding with an almost angry degree, the haughty incline of her chin and the stiffness in her shoulders and spine belying her utter disdain, cold, unfeeling and the hazel orbs so vibrant spoke their utter contemptible jealousy, spearing him as she made her round of the pit finding her way back to that initial spot in the center. Her attention away from him, upon space, hips and feet still making their snapping rings, ill harmony. she began to brush at her cheeks, errant locks, admiring herself, tilting her head some of that hardened edge leaving her as the finger slides from the tendrils of escaping golden hair to her cheek. she brushed the multicolored gauze that wound its way around the collar, hiding it, as if amused then, then her face contored again,a stiffened leg kicking a high wall of sand into the air, her body spinning with furious jerks within it, letting it catch around her, the fury of a storm in her eyes, the gleam mutinous, she drew up to the edge of the pit, the angry pulse in her belly, the clenching fingers, the bells screaming their discontent with each jerked movement as the skin began to gleam with the heat within the blood, the sand was kicked up in an arc near You, but did not hit You as she stopped with a fury of panting, the bells going silent. She drew herself up again, calmly that flare of disdain writ clearly hands lifting to that previously dainty position and that hip snapping its dismissal with the soft jingling cry as she made her steps back toward the pits center, to that invisible mirror, the bells ringing softly as she just rolled her hips softly to the right and left to keep them singing. Her fingers drawing to her face, tracing out the eyes, admiring, then sliding down the cheek only to snag upon the silk. a stomp, making the bells cry and the sand stir, fingers snag the silk and bunch it within the fist, and with the bend of her body, the muscles rippling she rolled with the movement of the tug, head rolling as the thrust of defiance turned into a quick lack of veil, the golden piggy tail spilling free to either side, revealing the fine cheeks, the pouted lips and the smooth skin, her face looked delighted, fingers perusing the skin, touching it, with a smile, the bells rolling softly contented with the slight hip movements but again she froze, that disdain entering as she lifts her chin high, gaze turning to meet You, glaring. hands finding her sides but snapping the wrists to make the bells move, she began that prowling back toward you, muscles taunt under the teasing delicacy of the silks, stepping purely out of the pit and to You, stepping before and stomping again, striking that high set of chin, looking down at You from under her lashes. That cold anger mixed with a murky warmth, that tingling tight boil within the belly. She scowls and snaps to her right, twisting and twirling in circles around his chair, the silk around her right breast falling loose exposing it though by unknown hands, until it is but a loose spray of blue color held in the fist it is dropped on his lap, as she drops it in his lap, again that disdainful turn, that snap of hip, leaving him, the skin was warm moist and slick with the sweat of the dance, she gleamed in the light, the piggy tails swaying with the exaggerated hip to hip step, eight paces were made and she rounded, brow arched He dare's watch? The lips set in a snarl as that blood boiled, she danced back, whirls angry tight whirls that had her brushing his arm upon the chair, has her feet stepping within the movement of his feet and then out again, weaving forward with that look of lust writ clearly upon her features and then away with that utter contempt. the other breast revealed with the silk discarded at his feet. Mystic Veil Dance Ch. 02 * * * * * Click Here to hear the story. (7 min/RealMedia) You need Real Player to listen to this file. * * * * * His eyes follow the dancer as the tiny movements of her expressions roll into him. He tries to remain still as she twirls in circles around his chair. As the blue veil drops into his lap he grasps it to him, her uncovered breast some how all the more alluring for the rest of her that is covered. His focus narrows as the piggy tails sway. He watches as the girl shows her anger and then the drop of the veil revealing the other breast. She cups her breasts, offering them, sliding the moisture upon her skin from her throat, down to her still covered naval then grinning. she lifted a leg and placed it brazenly right between Your own, the foot nigh close to a brush but not, perched upon the chair... giving a searing look as she leaned forward, moisture sliding down the column of her throat and between the hallow of her breasts down the sleep gasping bara to the covered naval, her fingers keeping up the tempo, the heartbeat fast, using that stormy rhythm as she unwraps her first leg, keeping His eyes, letting the veil, gold, find His chest, discarded without care as she pushes back against His chair enough to cause some sense of rock, turning once more, steps taken as before, away, disdainful. haughty. Finding that invisible line again stops her. a hesitation this time. He jumps a little as the tiny foot slides between his thighs and his eyes lower to the cupped and sweating breasts. His eyes return to her as the gold veil drops upon him and the girl whirls away in a flurry of haughtiness. The bells rang softly, her body movements tight, slow, controlled, more graceful, more powerful, the muscles drawing in more enticing rolls, the arms weaving figure eights above the head, down the body, tasting the heat, tasting the intensity, finding the hips and sliding toward the the thighs and the eyes suddenly flash in his direction, fear, melting confusion, dancing on that chain of murky desire. His eyes follow the figure eights as his nose picks up the musky smell of the girl and he drops his attention to her eyes again and sees the fear replaced by desire the hands rise quickly, small hands attempting to hide the larger sized breasts, throat tight. Her muscles dancing to a faster more frenzied degree, tight circles made by the feet closer and closer to him, stomping when she was slightly to His right her eyes suddenly glaring with their defiance, setting her foot down firmly on Your leg, and unraveling that fifth silk, a pink and throwing it at Your face before pushing away again. He laughs and catches the pink silk as the girl shows her disdain for him. She winds in circling the chair, drawn closer and closer, until the hips would brush resting arms, daring him to grab at that white, the eyes veiling that lustful heat beneath that hard edged defiance that wisp of virginal white snags upon the arm of the chair. Purposely it cannot be told and the female draws rigid, that fear jumping into the lids, that pulsing heat evident in her features and in the flush of the skin as she looks upon him. then twirling away, the snag keeping the one edge of the material until she rolls clean of it. Body gleaming and slick beneath the light of the fire and Your eyes only the last and final silk, that brazenly scarlet red remained, wrapped in a figure eight around her hips, between her thighs, covering the obvious smoldering pit of her sex, she let herself roll to her knees, as it were accidental, finding the floor with thighs wide and hands drawing her belly along the cold material, gasping, wriggling as the fire burned in her belly, evident within the orbs, the fear gone but for the aching, blood pulsing the desire, the ringing of the bells at a fever pitch with each well graced roll of the hips, churn of the finger and ankles as the girl squirmed upon the floor between Your booted feet, piggy tails sticking slickly to her all but naked figure, the hands tugging at the silk, rolling to rest on her rask, her legs wide, as one brushes at the place between his thighs, the foot kissing it most slightly, as the hand unwrap silk from it, then letting it drag across Your left inner thigh as it is pulled back to herself, repeating with the right leg, letting the foot rest there as the back arches cruelly, weight resting back upon the hands, a quick snapping roll of hip, exposing herself beneath the gauze, the slave heat hot and moist with the girl's agony of desire, her hand claims that last bit of silk tossed at his lap as she kicks away from him. He sees the girl roll to her knees her treasures revealed before him. The golden piggy tails he craves so much plastered to her body. as she leans over to kiss his feet he takes the silk from the girls hands and rips it the rest of the way as it flies to him his eyes devouring the girl. The girl begins wiggling to her belly, skin displayed as she moans loudly, the cold upon her feverish flesh, making the moisture appear in her eyes, her lips find your foot and she kisses it, letting it slide up to Your ankle and again giving it kisses as breathless choking words speak. "La kajira Master. La... la kajira." He grins and starts to clap his right hand to his left shoulder but he can't help himself as he pulls the girl into his lap, kisses her soundly his hands running the length of her body his fingers taking an intimate inventory of all the girls muscles and how they have worked, his touch cataloging her body in the devastatingly accurate touch of a Master.