This delicious offering was performed by sidona{MTC} on 03/05/04 for the pleasure of Ubar RAGNAR. Understandably, sidona was declared a fully trained pagar slave immediately thereafter. For your enjoyment, the Dance of the Tuchuk Sugar Cookie!


~sidona~
{MTC}
pagar


~the girl sits on her stool, long red-gold curls sweeping
down her back, the butter churn alongside. her small
delicate hand dilligently works the paddle that churns
the cream into butter, ebon eyes glancing from it to
her surroundings from time to time. she sits outside
this day, the weather too tempting to keep her inside a
dark wagon. The sun warms her silken skin, a breeze
ruffling her curls and keeping her from feeling the
heat of the sun. The change in texture of the cream
turning to butter makes working the paddle harder, so
she pauses to peer into the butter churn, her eyes
revealing that the time to turn the new butter into
a crock has come~

~rising from the stool, the lines of her body revealing
supple curves, she languidly walks to the commissary
wagon, to gather a large crock in her slender arms,
returning to scrape the freshly made butter into it.
Several Outriders pause as she saunters by them, their
eyes taking in her sensuous stroll, appreciative
remarks float to her about the sway of her rounded ass.
A smile cuves lush corral lips. Kneeling beside the
butter churn in the sand and setting the crock on the
seat of the stool, her nimble fingers tug the lid of the
churn free, leaving the paddle inside. her small hand
grasps the paddle handle, working it from side to side,
she frees it, her rounded breasts sway and bounce
against the kalmak she wears. Scooping up a large
portion of the newly made butter, she slathers it into
the crock.She repeats this motion once, twice and
finally a last time, her slender arms moving gracefully
as she handles the paddle~

~suddenly, a plop of something cool and creamy draws
her attention to her ripe bosom, brows knitting
together as she finds a dollop of butter warming on her
silken skin between twin globes tipped with sweet
luscious buds. she sets the paddle back into the churn,
her fingertips moving to the dollop between her
breasts to remove it. The quickly warming butter now
slick, it slides as her fingers try to grasp it, squirting up
over one full breast with her fingers following, their
greasy pads brushing over her nipple, causing it to
harden. The sensation of her fingers sliding over
her skin now slick with butter makes her curious... she
reaches for the paddle resting in the churn, this time to
slide her hands over the paddle and scoop up the
remaining butter from its wide board. she pauses, her
dark brown eyes looking around quickly, she smiles
seeing she is alone~

~Shrugging her kalmack free, letting it drop to the
ground behind her, she then hooks a thumb through the
curla at her waist, tugging it loose and rising up on her
knees to allow the chatka to slip down to the ground.
Kicking it free of her feet the her fingers tentatively
begin to rub the butter over her ivory skin, the smooth
slipperiness of it sending shivers through her body at
the same time she feels the heat at her core burning
brighter, passion coursing through her. Her eyes close,
her imagination taking over, the touch of her hands
becoming the touch of a Master caressing her naked
flesh as she smooths the butter over her ripe supple
breasts, fingertips brushing over the hardened nubs,
circling each one until they ache with desire ~

~her head drops back, eyes still closed, thick lashes
brushing sun kissed cheeks, her long red-gold curls
pooling on the ground behind her as her sweetly
rounded ass settles on her heels, her knees instinctively
widening. One small hand continues to knead the
butter onto her breasts, the other sliding down along
her taut belly, slathering butter in its wake. her small
hand slides further down, slipping to her thigh the
slippery trail visible, shining in the sunlight,
accentuating the muscles in her legs, defining them.
her other hand follows in the same trail, moving to her
other thigh massaging the butter over silken skin. The
hands of the Master in her imagination guide her own
hands as they slide down the front of each thigh, circle
back up along the inside of each leg, fingers kneading
softly, a shudder races through her as her fingertips
brush the edge of her sex, her rounded ass rises up off
the ground, her hips thrust against His hands, His
touch electrifying her from deep within. her breathing
coming in soft pants. The soft moans she makes go
unnoticed, unheard, even to herself, she is lost
in her own desires and fantasies~

~her hands slip and slide over her skin, teasing it,
tempting it, the hands of a Master in her mind burning
across her body. Each small hand massages her silken
thighs, caresses her silken petals, only feeling the
Masters hands, His caress. her small lithe body
trembles, shudders, quickens as His hands knead her
flesh, her chest heaves, rounded breasts jutting,
glistening with the smooth silken butter, the slight
breeze wafting over them, its coolness bringing each
tip to diamond hardness~

~she lowers one hand to support herself, slipping it
down into the sand below her. her dark eyes open, the
smouldering desire lighting them from within, she
grasps a handful of sand and drizzles it over her thigh,
the sunlight causing it to glitter like tiny gems.
Delighted with the effect, she glances around her,
noting that the ground below her is completely sandy.
Leaning forward with a golden laugh, face to the side
as she lays herself down upon the sand, closing her ebon eyes,
she rollins over on her back, lifting handful after handful
of sand to pour over her lithe body. she
wriggles wantonly in the sand, rolling over again and
again, her hands moving from the sand to her flesh to
brush against it, feeling the diverse textures with
her fingertips, once more the Master's hands guiding hers.
Her dark brown eyes close, the image of His hands on
her body burning in her mind as they leave a trail of
smouldering caresses on her soft supple slave flesh~

~she feels as if she's coated in sugar, and she laughs to
herself, thinking that she would make the ideal Tuchuk
Sugar Cookie. Her lush lips curved into an amused
smile, her eyes open to look right into Master Ubar's
eyes, their ebon depths smouldering as she simply
looks up at Him, the surprise in finding Him
watching her not causing her regret, she flutters dark lashes,
tempting Him from the ground at His feet, her hand
still guided by that idealized Master's hand as it traces
a trail over her slender thighs, brazenly brushing
against the swollen and aroused petals before lightly
skipping over the taut belly to rest between the peaks
of ripe flesh tipped with enticing hard nubs. Her voice
softly chimes, lyrical with her desire~

Your Tuchuk Sugar Cookie is ready to be eaten, Master!