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Elegance School of Learning Journal Entry 4

Lesson 4 part A is a list of positions that are to be described.

The following are the completed version of each one.

By sweetdreams{KI}

Nadu before a Master

The room is dark ... lit only by the flames of the fire place and a few well placed candles ... from your place in the servery where you have been washing dishes you see a Master whom you've admired from afar for a long time, a Master whom you've always wanted to serve but who has always had slaves fawning over Him and never needed your service ... a Master who makes you quiver with anticipation at just being near ... He enters and moves to His favorite chair ... He seems occupied as He looks up and sees you ...one of His slaves ... in a distracted voice He calls for you .. 'Nadu slave ... harta'

respond to this ... He is distracted ... you are nothing but a slave but you want to please Him ... to distract Him from what occupies him ... what does it feel like to have Him so distracted that He doesn't really see you ... how does it make you feel to know that His mind isn’t on you but on something else ... business ... another slave ... a hard day ... it sounds cheesy but its about showing your heart to Him ... that is what is the most unique thing about a slave ...

hands softened by the warm dish water are hastily dried upon a nearby rep cloth

tossing it over a bare shoulder as she quickly moves toward ~Him~

gliding across the floor, heart pounding as she nears

the long red tresses sway gently in her haste illuminated by the fire light

wondering if ~He~ will notice her this time the rhythm of ones slave heart grows louder

red lips barely open in anticipation as ~Master’s~ black boots appear in her lowered gaze

the hard wood floor presses against the naked flesh of one’s dimpled knees

quivering at the only dreamed of nearness sun kissed thighs spread wide

leaning back to rest lightly upon heels, the tops of ones feet flat upon the floor

slender back arching to ~Him~, the steel reflecting the sparse light from around the slender neck

aching with need to please ~Master~ thighs inch ever wider opening for ~His~ approval

damp hands tremble opened palms in submission to ~Him~

posted 1/19/00

Kneel before a Mistress

captivated as ~She~ enters, as if pulled by an imaginary string

bare feet pad quietly across the cold wooden floor
melting into the furs, sun-kissed thighs painfully held tightly together
soot colored lashes resting lightly on satiny cheeks, the soft rounded bottom resting lightly upon heels proudly before ~Her~

wild crimson curls fall about naked shoulders, down the gently curved back,

pooling over the tips of her toes

crimson silks binding ones chest tightly as it heaves from labored breathes
palms resting softly awaiting ~Her~ next command

posted 1/10/00

Sula before a Master

... pretend that Master Damian Bloodstar is Here commanding you into the sula .. I want you to write it without taking time to think about it ... with all the feeling you can throw into it ... You have five minutes ...

shrinking back at ~His~ harsh command
thoughts of what she has done racing through her mind as legs immediately slide out from beneath the kneeling slave
heart pounding loudly as she lies back upon the furs
slender legs slide against the soft pelt, tilting her pelvis slightly up opening for ~Master's~ intense searching gaze
turning to the left ... hot tears shimmer under lowered lashes
afraid that she has somehow displeased ~Him~
trembling slender arms move away from the soft flesh of her sides, allowing round breasts to flat a tad
quivering with the emotion lily-white palms open from clenched fists submitting to the mighty ~Master~

posted 1/11/00

Bara before a Master

Your Master strides into the room, a scowl creasing His forehead ... His boots the only sounds as He moves through the room towards where you kneel ... His shiny black boots filling your vision as you feel the tension radiating from His body. In a sharp steely voice He commands 'Bara' from you...

Braving a quick look at the sound of His footsteps

silver eyes gaze adorningly upon His face

Trembling as His apparent tension reaches her from across the room

Lowering shimmering silver eyes at One’s displeasure

Dropping quickly at His harsh command to the floor

Belly flat, slave lips barely a breath from His boots

Quietly turning her head to the left …

the graceful slope of her neck visible as crimson tresses slide with the movement

slender arms reaching to cross at the wrist at the small of her back

shapely legs move slightly to cross at dainty ankles

holding the next breath waiting for the tight feeling of being bound

posted 1/10/00

Leasha before a Master

holding her breathe as ~He~ circles the slave bound by only ~His~ will

exhaling slowly at the command LEASHA, feeling the intense pleasure of having pleased ~Him~

with a graceful motion willowy arms uncross and hover over the silky fur as they move to her side

dainty ankles uncross as her body moves in a fluid motion to dimpled knees

head down, snapping up with such precision that the long mane of curls fly in an arch to stop suddenly and wildly against her bare back

desire flashing from the steely gaze is carefully concealed with soot-colored lashes as they flutter against satin flushed cheeks

slowly drawing the crimson curtain over her left shoulder … breath quickening at its intimate caress while turning her head to the left

curvaceous body perpendicular to the fur, well defining calves flex with minimum effort

trembling with need slender arms stretch behind her to cross against the gentle swell of her bottom

the effort bowing her back slightly, jutting the soft mounds up silently begging for ~His~ touch

posted 1/10/00

Obedience and kiss feet

She~ stands quietly in a circle of Free People

sapphire eyes twinkling from beneath ~Her~ heavy jade robes
~Their~ gaze burn a path down the length of one slave

conscious of only ~Mistress~ sun-kissed thighs spread wide

the taunt muscles of her sun-kissed thighs holding

her bare bottom a scant inch from tender heels

slender back arching ever so slightly allowing the long crimson curls to fall straight down pooling over toes aching to please ~Her~

bowing ever so slightly, glimmering silver eyes fall to gaze longingly before ~Her~

succumbing to the desire burning within her, slowly melting her bones,

quaking in place, her arms reach toward ~Her~
flattening slowly against the cold wood floor
gaze fastening upon the jade slippers, pulling herself toward ~Her~
the tantalizing flesh of this slave girl is illuminated by the fire pit’s dancing flames

each muscle stretching and contracting as the wide span of space is covered

stopping only when ripe scarlet lips hover over ~Her~ silk encased foot
gently pressing a feather soft kiss with quivering pursed lips

posted 1/11/00

Whipping position

~She~ kneels down slowly just a whisper away

standing ~Mistress~ is handed a kurt from ~One~ that watches silently

inching back shuddering from the absence of ~Her~ yet needing to please

rising to dimpled knees, lily-white palms flatting upon the floor

~Her~ robes gently caressing her sides as ~Mistress~ walks around her

trembling from the soft material, reaching over her right shoulder sweeping the crimson tresses to the front

lowering the satiny cheek to the floor, arms tucked tight between aching mounds and quivering thighs

bare back trembling with anticipation of the leathery kiss

posted 1/11/00

She-sleen

tender flesh of her back aching from each powerful stoke

breathe labored from the exquisite pain

trembling arms unfolding, rising slowly as they press against the floor

round bottom caressed softly by ~Mistress’s~ hand as it trails the flesh heated by ~Her~ touch

arching with wanton need, a she-l@rl at the soft caressing touch

purring deep in her throat as the steel is suddenly pulled tight against the delicate column of flesh

the loud click of ~Her~ leash ringing in her ears as it is attached

owned in heart, mind, body and soul the slave

an animal of trembling desire is lead from the room

soft rounded hips and slim shoulders swaying in motion, head high, steel gleaming from the fire light in passing

as the crimson curls slide from the red striped back to sweep against the floor

posted 1/11/00

"..a form of life in which, in many ways, you are strictly and uncompromisingly controlled, but one in which, in other ways, your deepest desires and needs need no longer be restrained, but may be, fully liberated, a form of life in which you, though categorically subjected to the perfections of absolute discipline, that of the total slave, are, paradoxically free to be yourself."
Book 20, Players of Gor, page 19