«kele»RH kele walks from the Kennels her eyes fully swollen, it hadnt been a easy week to sleep through, the girl had been tortured in her sleep, her sense were wild and highly heightened, as she approaches the dance pit..she extended her arms fully and tossed herself upon it .. as if a Master had slammed the girl against the pole, eyes flickering like rare gemstones of sapphire..pressing her form upon it.. as the tears once more fell down her reddened cheeks... she slowly moves around the pole...
[11:24a] «kele»RH having been tightly secured upon the pole, tugging pulling at the restraints, it was hurting her tiny wrists, pulling with violence desperately trying to escape the frustration and terror of the anger in their eyes.. she cries out piteously, no one could understand her own disappointment in herself, she was tarnished in her actions, she had been found guilty of tarnishment of her words towards a Free, it was a very rough night and the Three Gorean Moons had been very full, lthey were beautiful in colors
[11:26a] «kele»RH the biggest of the Three moons was a crimson, the next seems like a orange color, the Third one appeared the variation of the two intertwining with some yellow and streaks of Blue, though to her tearfull eyes you would think they were truly purple, pressing her form against the pole, lifting her left leg she wrapped it upon the pole.. she presses her chest upon it.. as she whimpers as she had embraced for the violent impact of what she had to face... she had heard the Free talking as they spoke making
[11:28a] «kele»RH making rounds through the Kennels to ensure the girl had not tried anything stupid, as she heard them walking through she layed their appearing to be asleep, she had let her anger take her to the point of not wanting to eat, she had drank so much water she wasnt sure she could stand another drop, she had eatten only the few berries she had stored in her kennel, given to her by the Cook... for a nite such as this...
[11:30a] «kele»RH her leg slides up and down the pole, as she pulls her back straight, finally arching it and letting the leg glide down the pole and lowering to the ground.. the guards had told the Owners that they heard of what kele had done... as she awakened from what she thought was a dreaded and long night of slumber was the worst fears ever...she was going to be whipped, or was this some ploy to keep the girl focused so crazy wild mistakes doesnt happen anymore.. the girl was engulfed in tears. taking her left arm
[11:33a] «kele»RH she spins abou the pole as the right one holds on for dear life as if she was fighting a Master whom she didnt know begging in in utter defiance to allow her to beg His mercy, slowly she moves around the pole, counter clockwise.. her head drop as it hit the pole a bit harder than she thought at first, however it had only given her a bad headache.. she flings her form around the pole as the tears continuely streaks her face, finally letting the pole go she dropped to her knees, her form seemed very lithe
[11:41a] «kele»RH she had been very weakened by not being able to eat only having drank water and ate a few berries which was given her of the Kitchen Mistress, slowly she moves around the bottom of the pole, as it symbolizes a Master walking about her tiny form, as He thought of her actions.. the girl was at His mercy as always she was a slave as she was truly understanding that no matter what she said, how she behaved she will always remember that it reflects upon her family, her home, and her collar.
«kele»RH crawling around the pole, she finally extending long slender arms she splays supple fingures,and places small palms upon the ground, reaching out before her she presses her head upon the coolness of the ground, her back straight, small wrists crossing as fingers interlocks, tiny heels kissing her rounded pear shaped bottom as she softly lifts her small voice hoping for the joys of her slavery once more.. her eyes have watered so many furs at night u ntil it was no longer something she wa nted to do..
[12:13a] «kele»RH lifting her voice she whispers softly .. she begs mercy for any imperfections, disappointments, short comings, attitude and anything that might have been seen from this slave girl that was not becoming, please have mercy upon her, she will be so much more careful in the near future..
[12:13a] «kele»RH ~ la kajira! ~
