~myst rises from the furs, her feet floating above the ground as she makes her way across camp to the tall pole in the center of the sand pit. She glances over her shoulder, her silks pulling snugly across the fullness of her hips, an almost defiant look in her flashing emerald eyes. She stands, feet spread apart, knees locking, her chin lifting to follow the movement of her hands as she reaches up for the chain on the pole. Her shoulders move slightly from side to side in time to the beat of distant drums as she wraps the chain around her clasped hands.~

~One knee bends, then the other, her hips rocking with a slide of crimson silks up her silky thighs. She attempts to seductively sway the attention of the One she feels behind her with an alluring display of silken flesh. Her attempt fails. Her head tosses back in a spill of rioting golden-red curls as she feels the sting of the whip ripping through the silks upon her back. She arches forward, curling against the unyielding cold steel of the pole and she sways there, her body jerking again and again at the repetitive hot kisses of the whip.~

~She turns her head to the side, her back burning, refusing to let go of the chain with which she willingly binds herself to the pole. She hears the barking command behind her and she stands erect, the torn pieces of her silks falling in a caress down her skin, leaving her nude. She again spreads apart her thighs, sliding her bare hips from side to side in a blatant invitation to the eyes behind her. She makes the movement a suggestive one, pivoting on the balls of her feet, her heels swiveling as her muscles tighten and release, her hips flexing with her movements.~

~She bends her knees, hips erotically thrusting forward and back as she lowers herself down the pole, her thighs spreading wider. The heat of her fadu slides against the pole, parting to leave a moist trail as her hips undulate against the rigid metal. She wraps her arms tightly around the cold steel which warms to her heated touch. Softly parted lips kiss the pole lovingly, heatedly, wantonly, hungrily, her hot mouth sucking against it, small teeth nipping at it...her fadu grinding now against the hot metal as she slides back upwards. Her arms still wrap the pole, and she hugs it giercely, her palms crisscrossing to cup and caress the bare firmness of her breasts.~

~She moves back down the pole into a kneeling position, her thighs spreading painfully wide, her back arching until her head lightly touches the ground. Her fadu moves in a caress against the pole, her body swaying in the moonlight. She then slowly pulls herself upwards to kneeling position, her lips parting, swollen, red, and moist from her hot kisses against the pole. She reaches for the pole again, strangely attached to it's silent unmoving presence.~

~myst moves back up the pole, her hands grasping the top chain. Her bare hips roll to circle forward, shift directions, then circle back, her bare breasts bouncing with the movement. She then releases the chain, her fingers spreading to grasp the sweet air of Gor, her knees sliding apart in the moonlight before they touch the ground. She shifts into position of the slave girl's crawl, her head low to the ground, her elbows and knees digging in the sand, her hips swaying from side to dide from their position high above the ground. She breathes in the sweet clean smell of her HOme Stone.~

~She halts abruptly in the center of the sand at the sudden silence of the pounding drums. She lifts to her knees and assumes the position of the pleasure slave, her knees sliding slowly apart to leave an impression in the hot sand. Her face composes into an expression of acceptance, her ryelids gently closing. In one feline movement, her body changes. Her head tosses back with an srching line of curved backbone, her smooth throat exposed vulnerably to any that may take it.~

~myst again assumes the position of the Gorean bow, her back bowing backwards in a smoothly vontrolled motion, her body openly on display for all to view. The wind whispers in a gentle caress sgainst her skin."A girl must be pleasing...she must be pleasing...her life depends upon it." She holds the position in the silence, the three moons of Gor glistening on the straining muscles beneath her smooth ivory skin, the flames of the hearthfire reflecting on the heaving fullness of her breasts and the moist sweet line of her fadu. Her silent figure rests alone on the broad expanse of sand. The straining muscles of her body and the gently composed lines of her face a silent cry of her need as she waits...alone in the silence.~

~myst rises smoothly and crawls to the edge of the sand pit. She relaxes into nadu, her head lifting proudly, her eyes lowering in respect to the watching Ones. Her upright carriage, and her softly curling hands upon her thighs, proclaim her silent hope that her Pole Dance has been found pleasing to all.~

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