Submit to Me

* Crea` watches the night flowers dancing beneath the winds breeze. Pushing open Her door she moves outside, wanting to dance in the moonlight. Sooty lashes fall against the smoothness of her cheeks, casting away the stress of Her day as She sways in the night air, basking under the moon lit night. Knowing that in her garden she has no fear..
* Crea` sways in slow circles, bending here and there to touch a flower, caressing the blooms knowing that soon they will bed down for the winter. Her voice filling the air with her soft melody of longing and wanting. Hearing a sound at the corner of Her garden she lifts her gaze gasping to see one of the Swords of her home standing within the shadows watching her. Proudly she lifts her chin daring Him to comment on her moonlit dance.
* Crea` turns from Him in a flutter of the sliken robe, the material fluttering across the heat of Her flesh. She feels His presence moving towards Her, she darts through the dew kissed grass turning with a soft laugh falling from her lips. Bravely she eyes Him, chocolate dark eyes twinkling with warmth as She looks to Him.
* Law sits, cloaked in darkness as if all too familiar, saying nothing, captivated by the Free Woman, free to dance in the moonlight of her garden
* Crea` gazes at Him with a hint of fear, yet a longing pulling from deep within. She watches Him beckon Her closer, her chin again lifts proudly but then shivers feeling His obsidan gaze look through Her as if He knows her heart and soul. She moves forward until Her gown brushes His booted feet, boldly looking down at Him then gasping as She see's what He holds .
* Crea` backs from Him a few paces then moves closer hearing His whispered voice firmly dance for Me Lady. Dance for Me alone.
wearily she eyes Him, contimplating Him, Her heart racing at the strength of Him and the power of his voice touching something deep within Her that she's kept hidden for many moons. Nodding she steps forward kneeling at His feet, eyes closing as He puts the first binding fiber upon Her wrist.
* Crea` trembles from His touch, feeling her wrists bound, steel going about Her neck then a loop of binding fiber through a ring upon the collar. She quivers as He reaches His hands to the front of Her gown, ripping it from Her body baring her beautiful form to His eyes. Then His arms wrapping around Her as the fourth binding fiber is wrapped. He nudges Her with His boot. Slowly She rises to Her feet.
* Crea` bows Her head, a single tear clinging to her lashes while auburn locks fall in a silken wave about Her now naked body, trendils covering part of her front the rest cascadding down to kiss the curve of her bottom. His hands stroking down Her body binding fibers wrapping around each ankle.. then He rises backing from her, each length of thong making her feel like a puppet on a string
* Crea` wimpers as He tugs making Her move with Him, leading the Woman on a leash.. She tugs against Him, fighting the binding fibers, fighting the steel upon Her neck. He snaps each length making her feel His power knowing that at this moment she is His. Bound by His will and her need. He drags down hard on the lengths making Her kneel at His feet but she resists the one at her neck, defiantely she lifts her head as if daring Him.
* Crea` feels Him slack the lengths of fiber, remembering His words she begins to move, slowly at first her arms lifting upwards trailing her fingers through Her hair, drawing it over her shoulders, hiding herself from Him. A soft sensual smile dancing across Her lips as she sways to the music of her heart. Hips gyrating with a longing of need. Proudly She lifts her head, hands burying in the thick mass of auburn locks she holds it up.
* Crea` crosses Her arms over Her face then peeks through her tresses watching the man intently. Pushing her hair behind Her giving Him the view of her naked body. Fingertips trail down Her face, along her neck grazing across the steel that feels as if it belongs, slowly she trails her hands down her body as her ips continually move to their own rhytmatic pattern. Hands cupping full breasts teasing Him as She teases herself.
* Crea` feels the fibers stretch as He snaps them once more, pulling them tautly and downwards forcing her to her knees tugging Her towards him. Slowly she crawls, her back arching, like a she larl she moves towards Him, dark eyes filled with hunger and longing. His hands still holding her 'leash', she crawls to His feet to where He leads her, snagging the lengths within His hands, he seperates them, tugging the one at her belly.
* Crea` feels Him pull on it hard making her lose her breath, lashes flittering downwards then opening wide as She hears His whisper against her ear tell me how it feels woman
* Crea` shakes her head, looking up to Him shocked, scared. He tugs on each fiber, feeling them at her ankles, wrists, belly and neck... then His voice once more tell me how it feels Woman!
* Crea` begins to back from Him very afraid, she scrambles on hands and knees then comes upright as she reaches the end, His laughter making her angry as he lets her get to the end of her leash. He snaps them causing her to topple but proudly she rights herself.. then stands feeling it go slack. She whispers quietly the sound only a breeze on the air, he almost has to lean to hear her..
Crea` speaks softly it makes me feel frightened, yet right. Knowing that each length is apart of who I am. That each step that I take from here on out is for You. she moves her feet making the length at her ankles dance, that for everything I touch from now on is for You, to serve You, to ease You.
* Crea` lifts her hands helplessly, but continues that the thong at my belly shows that I do burn still, that the flame has been relit and that the steel upon My throat is something that makes me feel proud. And makes me long, want, desire and yes to feel again. To feel the fire, to know the passion of what being slave is.
* Crea` reaches up grasping all lengths of the fiber and tugs them from His hands quickly gathering them to Her. She moves to Him kneeling at His feet, tears streaming down Her face now, her lips pressing kisses to His boots, then she offers Him the thong to her feet.. whispering for the path You will lead me on.
* Crea` takes a deep breath, handing Him each to her wrists, for the passion of serving You hands Him the one to her belly for the burning desire to serve You and the stirring of a slave belly hands Him the last the one to her neck...
* Crea` inhales deeply whispering for the right to be Yours... ~ La kajira Master, La kajira ~
* Law looks to the fibers in his hands, closing around them, gripping them tightly in a clenched fist.
*EDITORS NOTE* when Crea` orginally danced this in private, neither Law nor she really knew what was going to happen, they had an idea. Crea` asked Law in private if she could do her dance, a gift to Him. Though the dance on mirc changed just a bit as some of the things above needed to be *edited*, He accepted and she danced in #Gates_Of_Treve in front of Him, Their family, Their friends and in the home. Many were shocked, but all that matters is the very next thing:
* Law looks down to her, reaches into the bag at his side and pulls a collar from it, holding the throngs still in his hand he reaches down and wraps his steel around her neck, pausing for a heartbeat before locking it shut.

* Law says: Change your name girl, you are now syn{Law}
* Crea` lets the breath that she did not know she held out, her heart slowly quieting as cold steel goes around the smoothness of her neck.. keeping her gaze lowered to His feet
* Crea` is now known as syn{Law}



Copyright by Crea` October 11, 2004, written for the sole purpose of her pleasure and His.
Crea` collared to Law, Swordsman of #Gates_of_Treve mirc, irc.bondage.com October 17th 2004.