<div class="floatleft">(http://i1120.photobucket.com/albums/l498/Nybris/ec4fe494-1373-4256-a04f-15a6fecba6a6_zps7kffywdz.jpg)</div><strong>Character</strong>: Namira<br/><strong>Location:</strong>House of Gamarius the Scribe in Venna<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Lodi<br/><hr/>"Come here, girl."<br/><br/>Namira had been kneeling for close to an hour on her knees, arms outstretched on the floor, wrists together, forehead down to the ground, holding such position expertly until her Master desired her enough to call her. It was his right as the one who owned her to put her in such positions for as long as she could hold them, punishing her when she fell out of it, making his spoiled and beloved First Girl cry out for mercy before crying out in pleasure in his embrace. Rising up smoothly, her expression remaining neutral even as she wanted to wince in pain, Namira remained on her knees and crawled like a smooth larl towards her Owner, Gamarius of Venna, as he reclined upon his couch, his dark skin gleaming against the blue robes that labeled him the Scribe he was.<br/><br/>The man's face changed little as the resplendent woman kept her face down, her long dark hair cut into two curtains on either side of her shoulders, swaying gently towards the ground. Namira wore pure red silk, wrapped around her figure like ribbons, swirled from her neck and breasts, down her torso as if hiding the gift within. Down each slender thigh, the crimson fabric ended at her calves, enticing the eye lower to catch the silver belled anklets that decorated her pretty ankles. Reaching the couch, the Kajira paused and raised herself at the waist, fanning her hair back and exposing the collar around her neck, the ever present and sweet reminder of submission and ownership, the metal link in the front when one desired to lead her elsewhere.<br/><br/>Gamarius was an average handsome man and lean like a scholar due to his caste. He was very intelligent and profoundly rich, however, owning many beautiful women in which Namira was in charge of overseeing and training when he was not around.<br/><br/>The woman pouted her lips, silently begging for a kiss, a request that was granted as the man hooked a finger under her chin and kissed her gently, pulling her on the couch with him and instructing her to feed him the bowl of grapes she had brought to him earlier. Positioning herself next to him, her back straight and her breasts against his left arm, Namira plucked the first grape, brought it to her lips to kiss the small fruit, and then fluidly placed it between Gamarius' lips for him to chew and taste the perfect ones she had found to serve him, desiring his pleasure.<br/><br/>They fell into a comfortable silence, knowing this ritual between them most nights led to memorable lovemaking, but just before Gamarius reached for his First Girl in order to rip the silk from her caramelized skin, there was a knock at the door that broke the spell. Balling a fist in frustration, the Scribe turned to the door in indignation, furious at the interruption, especially so late at night.<br/><br/>"What!?" He cried out to the door, sitting up on the couch even as Namira remained at his side on her knees, clutching at his arm.<br/><br/>"An important message, sir." Said the very muffled voice on the other side of the door, almost making it unrecognizable. Namira' hair on the back of her neck stood up, but she remained silent as was her duty, not concerning herself with the affairs of men.