A Slave named fara Dance

Led into the dance pit standing eyes wide, I look to my Master as he pulls out a leash and snaps it to my collar under my cloak. Walking a distance with the chained leash, he motions me to stay. I watch him as he draws out the chain and keeps walking. My back is straight as I take deep breaths trying to calm my self. My stomach sinks as he snaps the chain onto a post, body tenses, I mouth to him the word, "Please?" My eyes are begging as he returns to stand in front of me. In what seems like one swift motion, he unclips my cloak, "DANCE!" he commands. Turning, he walks away as the music starts. Having no choice, I begin to sway and dance at the mercy of the chain .
Fara gracefully twists her arms above her head as she sinks to the ground, long smooth legs collapsing underneath her. The music rises and falls as she twists and writhes on her knees for the audience. Fara can feel the eyes of the free on her. Appraising her beauty, judging her, staring at her chained to a post, they watch as she moves her curvaceous body as sensually as she can. Silky, coal black hair whips across her face as she tosses and turns herself to the rhythm that runs through her veins. Her slender back arches over as she bends and displays herself, silks tight against her firm toned body.
As she dances, hips swaying and thrusting to their limits, she feels the collar weighed down by the metal chain as she listens to the powerful music. Leaning forward she is jerked back collar cutting into her neck. Reaching back to grasp the metal links that hold her captive, Fara yanks desperate for release. The chain digs into her hands as she pulls on it falling forward, wiggling and tossing around on the ground. The sand sticks to her breasts as she smells the dirt and wrestles the chain that confines her. Feet angrily kick out at the post that holds her. Face contorted in anger, tears welling up in her soft brown eyes as she dances and grinds on her knees. Her heart is pounding as she fights the emotions, wanting to please her owner yet chained to a post limiting her movements. Fara gracefully rises to her feet, cold metal links bouncing off her long smooth back. She twists her small hands sensually at the wrists reaching out to her Master.
Looking up at the audience as they gaze down upon her struggle, she feels tiny and alone as she dances in the center of the stadium. The walls seem to expand, and the faces blur by as she pushes herself to dance even harder striving to please. Fara's mind wonders finding comfort in the memories of her child hood home. The small rence village, the sounds of water againts the huts fills her and soothes her. She forgets her battle with the chain now more concerned for her Master's approval. Feeling beads of sweat trickle down her neck, her lips pouted out, she sends a smoldering look to the one that posses her.
The turian collar digs harshly into her skin burning and twisting into her, but she ignores it and dances on. Her knees hurt, neck burns, heart pounds, and chest falls up and down; she ignores it and dance on. Breathing in deeply to catch her breath, her body tired from the exertion, she ignores all this and dances on. Her movements smooth and precise to the beat of the music. Her arms outstretched yearn for her Master's touch as her hips circle erotically to the music, she lurches and glides across the sand pit.
Eyes light up as she works out a plan. Movements turning more fluid and sensual, she twists and forces his chain around the pole to face her Master. Dipping low she spreads her creamy thighs apart, hips grind, and back arches seductively. Trailing her hand up over her taut defined stomach, resting them on top of rounded breast, she draws attention to the curvaceous body - tempting her Master with it. Excitement rises deep within her core; she uses her body to tease and intice. Leaning forward her tight bottom stuck out, she looks up at her Master through dark lashes and dances provocatively for him.
Hearing the music come to an end, she collapses, her knees strinking the sand hard. She has stretched the chain as far as it will go, reaching out for him, almost choking as the collar presses against her neck a valiant to get as as close to her owner as she can. She sends out a silent prayer that she has pleased both her Master and the free with the dance. Supple thighs spread effortlessly, she peek up at her Master to catch his expression as her smooth arms cross on top of her head - and she lowers her face. Waiting nervously at his feet, she feels his hand work itself into her hair. Glancing up she says softly, eyes filled with adoration, "I submit to you my Master, I am your slave"