Define Freedom

For this post, please read with the implied subject of "a girl". The one who wrote this wishes to remain unnamed, since it is not her name she wishes to draw attention to... but the concept of her piece. Thank you.

~ Is lead to the dancing sands by a shadowed Man, He turns and slips the free end of a thick tether about the kajira’s collar, knots it firmly. A slow deep breath causes soft curves to stretch up against gossamer silks; sheer fabric of rich scarlet adds a dramatic silhouette to the tall lanky girl.

~ Gasps as eyes discover a dark figure in the center of the sands. Fearful steps backward until leash snaps tight, the strap restricts her movement. Nails claw at the restraint as a whimper escapes her lips as the girl grapples to be free.

~ Kicks up sand to the unyielding configuration, anger begins to boil within her blood. Feet stomp in time to the tabors, furious movement of flushing flesh fights the rope, His silence mocks her struggle. Jeering tune of the kalika drowns out each enraged cry of cherry lips. Heels dig into the sands as she wrenches away from the leash with all her might against His hold!

~ Tumbles to the sands, long legs stretches towards her Captor. Cries out angrily and turns quick to primal stance of she-sleen, grunts through gritted teeth as she attempts to crawl away. Tether holds firm, dark One in the pits more stubborn than she. Each pant resonates beneath the light of torches. One by one, the echoes only revel in the desperation of the captured beast.

~ Rolls onto a bottom once more. Buries crimson toes in the warmth of the sands; red tipped fingers trail up the rough cord to the polished texture of blue steel collar that circles slender throat. Heart pounds within her head, its beat mimicked by the cadence of the kaskas in the distance. A mind races as amber orbs study the uncompromising Being before her.

~ Catches her breath as she comprehends He does not waiver. He does not submit. He stands tall and strong, constant and true. Indomitable figure resists her efforts, her own vulnerability sparks respect within the girl, rage melts away to consideration for the powerful One in the distance. Sooty lashes lower on their own accord.

~ Feels a warmth stain milky features beneath His unchanging presence. Breath comes short yet not from fear, from His steady attention. Lifts crimson pout into a gentle smile as the soft sound of a flute invade her thoughts and touches her soul. A joyful tear slips over a sculpted cheekbone as heart echoes the longing melody.

~ Unfurls to bare feet, bits of sand cling to creamy legs, stark against dark red silks. Fair form begins to sway left to right, fingertips began to gently explore silken flesh, traces curves and valleys of womanly contours. A head falls back as the girl allows herself to become intoxicated by the reassuring song of instruments. Laughter bubbles from her lips as a girl finally understands.

~ Lowers a gaze as the beast surrenders to the tether, drags air into lungs that burn as the anger washes away so that only a calm quiet remains. The cord now a welcomed weight in addition to the steel that marks her property of the Owner. A finger caresses the etching of twin dragons, a fiery creature to represent the newfound burn within.

~ Honey eyes upturned to the Priest Kings in exultation as the composition welcomes guiding hand of the Essence that grasps the end of the leash. Slender arms weave overhead; pulse of the music enslaves her heart as a body willingly conforms within the confines of the length of cord. Explorative touch of palms trails over softness of porcelain skin. hips roll beneath diaphanous silks.

~ Obeys the unspoken command of the figure before her, the rope an extension of his control over the girl as it draws her closer. Slack of the tether drapes against elegant curves, glides over ruby silks with each long-legged stride. Music guides her closer, body submits to His demands as the leash dances against silk clad form as she nears Him.

~ Collapses, tender knees sink a bit in the sands as weight shifts forward to palms. The disheartened girl crawls closer until fingers brush against the Figure before her. Mind reels with the realization it is not a Master, but a wooden pole. It offers neither abduction nor redemption.

~ Shakes head left to right as lips whisper ‘no no no’, tawny eyes search the sands for the immutable Man who called for her. The music stops abruptly, only soft pants linger in the air. A hand lifts to wrap the tether about delicate wrist, drinks in the strength of the leash, a forehead rests on outstretched arm as the she stills.

~ Screams ‘no!’ as fists pounds against the smoothness of the pole. Hands wrap high around the tether, pulling tight against it in frustration. The tie loosens from her collar and slips to the sands between silk clad thighs. Tears stream down flushed cheeks as she examines the end of the tether closely aware this restores her freedom. A sob rocks her body as head rolls forward broken hearted.

"The only freedom I would now desire," said Mira
"would be the freedom to be totally a slave."
~ Blood Brothers of Gor

Something about this girl's writing spoke to me, perhaps it is the concept that a person has the right to choose ~ whether to embrace who he/she is or to continue as he/she was. Perhaps it was the way she worked through the acceptance of who she truly is... Perhaps it is the decision to return to her position as a slave... Perhaps it is the image of a woman's place winning out in the end... Then again, it could be because of the mythical Man in the dance ~ unyielding and strong, confident and consistent. Yes, perhaps it is the mythical Him... He is one that I also long for.