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The Love Dance of the Newly Collared Slave Girl

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this girl smiles softly as she moves to stand in front of her Mate, taking a moment to let her big blue eyes roam over His large, beautiful figure. With a soft sigh of contentment, she stands up straight, back arched slightly, pressing her breasts forward, a cascade of crimson pouring in waves down over her shoulders, the slave bells in her hair and on her ankles tinkling with every slight movement, ears twitching a bit, one agitating the beautiful Dina flower laced by it and making it flutter a bit. The emerald green satin that barely covers the voluptuous curves of her body shifts and tightens as she moves in His line of vision. A smirk crosses her lips briefly as she straightens her right leg out in front of her, putting some of her weight on the toes, knee bent ever so slightly to prevent it from locking. She dips her upper body forward slightly, back arching, right hand sliding to rounded left shoulder to the clasp there that's holding the satin on her body. With the slightest, most fluid of movements, she unhooks the clasp and stands back up straight, allowing the satin to slide down over the heavy curve of her bust, down over a slender stomach, then finally over the wide curves of her hips, brushing over the heat between her legs, before finally pooling at her feet.

She steps out of the puddle of fabric with one foot, then uses the other to kick it off to the side, out of the way, the bangles at her ankles chiming their bells as she moves. Once disrobed, all except for the shiny silver ring engulfing her neck, the weight of which reminds her of her commitment to Him, she lifts her arms out above her head, palms facing out towards Him, wrists close as though shackled, right leg crossing a few inches in front of her left, keeping them close as though they are chained as well, right foot pointed gracefully. She dips her head back between her upraised arms, fiery red locks sliding further down her back, clashing brilliantly with the black of her fur.

this one takes a deep breath and, closing her eyes, she quiets her body and mind, focusing on a beat only she can hear: a mix of drums and the thrumming of her Mate's heart buried deep in His strong chest. Lips part sensually as her lithe body starts to writhe in rhythm to the beat in her head, slowly at first, then more urgently over time. Her body twists and turns, the passion of her love for Him palpable with every movement, all the while her hands and ankles staying within 6 inches of each other. The aura of passion and lust builds with every second, the beat engulfing her entire being, the heat of her desire building more and more within her until she feels almost aflame with it.

She hits the apex of the Dance, dropping suddenly to her knees in front of Him, body pooling at His feet, torso bent forward and heaving as she tries to catch her breath, crimson curls hiding her flushed face from view. A moment passes, then she leans forward and plants soft kisses upon His hind paws, each filled with the passion that was just flooding the entirety of her body, thus completing The Love Dance of the Newly Collared Slave Girl.