ryale{T}
owned by Master Templar...He holds the key to her soul, to her very being. As He unlocks the inhibitions and desires within her...He sets her free to become the slave she was born to be....His kajira.
ryales heart is yours my beloved Master.
"To Me, girl" her Master commands.
ryale drops gracefully to her hands and knees, feeling the cold stone beneath her, heart pounding in anticipation of the touch of her Master. Her long, silky brunette tresses gently teasing her nipples to attention as she seductively crawls to her Master, the light from the fireplace casting a rosy glow upon her nakedness. all others in the room cease to exist for ryale...all but her beloved Master whom she is now approaching.
once to Him, ryale drops from all fours to her belly, and placing her lips to her Masters boots, kisses them gently, but firmly.
her Master, looking down at her with love in His eyes, reaches down, and taking ryale by her long hair, pulls her up so that she is kneeling in front of Him.
"Who do you serve girl?"
"You my Master" she breathes
"Who owns you, body and soul"
"You my Master" her voice breaks with emotion, she is near to tears
"Who holds your heart slave"
"You my beloved Master" she cries
Master pulls her to Him so that her face is only inches from His. ryales eyes are lowered, her tears leaving silvery trails upon her flushed cheeks
"LOOK at Me ...Your Master wants to see what is in His slaves eyes"
ryale looks upon her Masters face, and though her green eyes are veiled by tear drop lashes, the love she feels for HIm shines through and pierces His heart, and, still holding her by her hair, her Master brings her mouth to His, crushing her full red lips under His firm ones, placing upon her His Masters kiss, taking the very breath from her, holding her so tightly that He feels her heart pounding through her chest.
ryale gives in to her need, taking what He is giving, trying with everything in her to give Him her very soul in that one Kiss, her head spinning, heart pounding, bruised lips swelling under His brutal lips.
just when ryale begins to see stars behind her closed lids, her Master releases her, and limp, she falls to His feet, her long hair spread upon the stone floor. Pressing her tender lips to them once again, she curls up, resting her head upon His boots, and, secure in her slavery to her beloved Master, she falls asleep, finally at peace.
