Her Dance

The girl kneels with her back to her Mistress, her lithe and supple body sways to the sound of the rhythmic beat of the drums. She body shows goosebumps as she is only bedecked in her Mistress’ collar. A nervous shudder ripples through her body. She rises slowly, turning to face her Mistress. Her body undulating to the beat. Her arms are cross, hiding her breasts.  In one hand she holds a very small simitar style dagger, her fingers seeming to tease the handle and the other a feather.
Her steely blue eyes flash lust and desire and seem to pierce through her Mistress. As she dances, she slides the sharpened dagger over her supple and erect breasts. The sharp cold blade breaking her pale skin, drawing fine droplets of blood. As these droplets adhere to the dagger, she lifts it to her luscious lips. Her tongue slowly licks the dagger, her eyes close for a moment. Opening her eyes she flashes a looks at her Mistress. With a slow but urgent movement she urges her Mistress to touch. She cups her breast and lifts it as if to offer it to her Mistress. Then, just as quickly, she takes it back, smiles with lusty smile and continues her dance.
The dagger seems to disappear. A rich plumed ostrich feather now comes into play. Twirling around, feet stomping in time to the music, she loses herself in the beat moving closer to her Mistress. The feather is dragged slowly over her body, the edges seem to cling to her perspiring body, and over the blood stained breasts, drawing lines down them.  Down her softly taunt stomach, past the tiny dragon tattoo on her hip. Down to her near naked mound and slowly thread between her quivering legs. A soft moan escapes her lips.
She kneels with her legs spread wide, her pussy in full view, her mound glistens with the early signs of desire. Her torso swaying with increase movement as she teases her mound with the feather. All the while her eyes flashing, her lips seem to fill. The feather is withdrawn and a glimmer of her juices can be seen clinging to each soft throng. Again this is offered to her Mistress, teasing Her, running it under Her nose so She may smell her scent. The dagger replaces the feather and so carefully slides into her mound. Not a drop of blood appears only her juice as she expertly removes it, yet it seems to have a hair attached to it. As the music reaches its peak, she leans forward her eyes so full of desire, they seem filled with flames. Her short soft brown hair seems to shake with the beads of perspiration as she moves directly in front of her Mistress. Where, in the dances final stage, she offers the blood and juice stain dagger and feather to her Mistress, as she leans forward and her arms, glimmering with beads of sweat, lay outstretched before her.