cany's pole dance

 

a girl walks to the sandpit very causiously, her taut form taking one tiny step at a time, she stands before her nemisis and bows low, reaching her slender arms towards the pole which looks like a demon to her, with its dark wood grain so rough a finish. 

she straightens up, stands tall and proud wearing a her black silks.then with the swift move of her right hand she disrobes in a single motion, standing there bare for the view of the pole, golden tundrels fall over her back,barely covering her scars, her hazel eyes are fixed.

she takes a deep breath in and trys to relax her body, with the strength from within she takes her first step onto the sand, her toes sink in and feels its pull, she hears the familar sound of the music,first drums,then the czehar, she follows the beat with her heart.

a girl starts to feel the rythem, she steps lightly towards the pole, with arms spread like a bird in flight,she circles the wooden log that stands so tall. fingers now splay and arms move in opposite directions, swaying up then down again, til she reaches her starting point, she drops down to her knees, puffs of dust clouding around her from the light earth beneath. thighs are spread wide, back straight, chin is high,eyes downcast. she then falls forward, folding her form towards the beam, arms outeached and fingers tips just barely touching the base of the pole.

she stretches her fingers to grab the mighty beam, then wriggles her body forward, pulling herself up bit by bit, hands now grab the pole and she moves them higher gipping on with strained finger, as her body follows,slowly raising, wriggling her thighs closer to the pole. her thighs open wider as she feels the glourious log between her legs, she sits on her heels and wraps her arms around the girth of the stump. her tear streamed face presses against this brute, she turns her head slowly and touches her lushious lips to the skin of the beam. she hears the sound of the drum once again, or is it her heart?

a girl kisses the pole as it were her Master, then notices it's skin is not so ruff, but smooth, she looks up and now see's white wood, not dark as she had remembered from months before, her fears vanish. the stream of water from her lashes dries up, a smile appears on her face, flutes and cymbals are now added to the music she hears from within, a lighter more lively sound, she now pulls herself up, while digging her long nails into the flesh of this wood, enjoying for the first time the feel of the grain digging into her soft white flesh as she grips the pole with her thighs. 

she throws her body backwards,while still gripping tightly with her thighs to remain as one with this slave pole, back rests on the soft sand, arms reaching out to the sides, heels pressing into her outter thigh. a girls slave heat is pressed deep into the side of the beam, she arches her back as she rubs her heat up along the smooth finish of this pole, feeling her wetness feeding the wooden wonder. her finger tips drag slowly across the sand as she pulls hers arms up to the pole,  she wraps her limbs about the bredth of pole. her tender lips touches its' flesh with a light kiss. 

she releases her hold of the pole and dances around it without fear, light on her toes, calves firm and taunt, her arms swinging freely as she starts humming with the music, turning and twisting she falls to the earth, feeling the sand cleanse her as she sqirms with delight, allowing the light dust to cover her flesh and now tangled hair, she lies on her side with graceful arms stretched out far, her toes are pointing and she rolls to her belly, then to her other side and finishes on her back,toes are caressing the base of the beam.

a girl pulls her chidlike feet outwards and behind her body now, raising her pelvis towards the pole, her head is still touching the ground behind her, her small firm breasts are thrust forward and her back is curved, she places her hands beside her head and raises her flexable body in an arch. with strength unknown she pulls her graceful form to a stand, but continues the motion forwards and drops at the base of the beam in nadu, feeling the soft wood between her thighs one more time,she moves in closer and grinds her hips firmly, she wraps her naked body around the pole and gives it a final kiss, holding her lips to the flesh firm and hard, she submits her all, releases all blame,her emotions explode along with her heat, she feels the passion return to her treasure.

a girl feels vindicated now, she no longer accusses the beautiful pole for the torture that was received when last chained to it. she may leave now and hold no vengence. she lifts her tender frame just as her spirits have lifted and moves swiftly across the sand to retrieve her silks,kicking the sand lightly as she springs playfully out of the pit. a girl steps into her waiting silks and pads softly back to the furs. she feels refreshed now, a new. she kneels higher and straighter then she has in months, back slightly arched back, breasts thrust forward, chin high and eyes lowered, she smiles with no nemisis haunting her now.  

_cany