Post by lexii on Nov 14, 2015 20:13:05 GMT
A Few Basic Concepts:
Each dance is a story of your joy, sorrow, pain, need or submission. You should always strive to dance from your heart, not simply copy elements from the dance of another girl. Watch and learn from others, but be original.
The dance should have a definite beginning, middle and end, even those that don't have a prescribed sequence to the dance.
Also, a girl might try to invent a little separator to insert between poses to make the dance easier to read. ( Tharna girls will use a page break between <br><br> )
Try to keep the dance between 10-14 poses. A girl doesn't want to bore the man she is serving by dancing endlessly, but she doesn't want to displease him by appearing as if not enough effort was put into her service either. Each pose should be between 3-6 lines long. This means it won't get lost in the scroll in a busy channel, and hopefully it won't be too long and overflow the buffer.
Add expression to your face and body, BE DESCRIPTIVE. Each dance is an expression of your emotions and your sensuality. A girl should dance her story, beauty or need as she feels it at that moment from her heart and belly, not from scripted movements or pop-ups.
(a girl's first dances are might be scripted, and she is able to dance spontaneously as she becomes more experienced).
Timing is important in dancing. About 60 seconds are enough time between poses. Coincidentally, this should be just enough time for you to read what you just wrote, make sure it was correct and physically possible, and type out the next pose. Please try to refrain from using pop-ups, macros, or cutting and pasting. This distances you from your dance. It seems as if you aren't truly putting your heart into it. It also does not allow for that random element, i.e. the Man decides he doesn't need to see the rest of the dance and orders you to an alcove, you could get disconnected, anything.
Modify your dance to fit your audience. Most importantly, you are dancing to please the man you are serving, who is only sometimes specifically your Master. If he likes breasts, incorporate a lot of that into your dance. If he likes for you to touch yourself, caress your body a lot. After all, what's the point if he is not pleased? That said, keep in mind there are times for blatant slave girl lust, and there are times for more subtle innuendo. Being sensual or sexual are not the same thing and each has its appropriate place.
Please check your spelling as you type or before you press return. Also, take the time to consider whether your dance and transitions are actually physically possible. A girl might try to actually do a bit of the dance, or read it to herself out loud.
Show other slaves the dance and solicit their opinions if you feel the need. However, if you ask for an opinion, expect an honest answer from those who care about you. Try not to get offended if it's not what you wanted to hear.
Common Dances-Descriptions
Belt dance
This dance was developed and made famous by Port Kar dancing girls. It is performed on love furs with a Warrior. It receives its name from the basic principle that the girl is not supposed to rise above the Warrior's belt. It is very important that the girl does not rise to her feet. This dance will likely include many floor movements as the girl is not on her feet. This dance has phases and in the later phases of this dance the girl acknowledges that she is the Warrior's and tries to please him. He will remain aloof from her and her efforts will get more desperate. At the climax of the dance, the girl will be on her knees. The Warrior will be at her side, holding her behind the small of the back. The kajira will bends backwards until her head touches the furs and then the Warrior will lower her to the floor. They will end the dance in a kiss.
Chain Dance
The kajira obtains a length of chain from a Free person and uses it in a dance to show her submission and joy of being a slave. The chain can be wrapped around her body and the girl will writhe and fight at first, but knowing her true path as a slave in Gor, she will be submit because of her desire and the fire within her belly. In the end, she will rejoice at feeling the confinement of the chain around her slave heart.
Dance of the 6 Thongs
The girl has 6 leather thongs attached to her body at her ankles, wrists, belly, and neck. The dance begins with her capture. She will show her defiance until she is subdued by the Masters that hold her. The girl is presented to one Master, who asks her if she is slave, to which she will proudly proclaim, "la kajira!"
Gorean slave Dance
This can be done in any style a girl chooses. It typically begins with the girl seeming to be shy and timid, standing in the middle of the room, her eyes wide in fear and usually without silks. In the beginning, she fights being caught by the Master but then, under His strong hand, she feels the anger change to delicious submission as the Master subdues her and makes her His own. In the final stage of the dance, the girl will show her complete submission to the Master and her desire to please Him in all that she does. Often a chain and collar are used by the Master to "subdue" the girl.
Love dance of the Newly Collared Slave
There are many variations of this dance and most cities have their own version. The basic theme of this dance is that a girl dances with joy that she will soon lie in the arms of her strong master.
Need Dance
This dance is typically performed in five stages. During the first portion, the girl feigns indifference to her situation. In the second, she slowly becomes aware of the burning desires within, and struggles mentally to deny them. During the third stage, the girl will openly express her desire and willingness to please the Masters that she dances for...the girl will doubt her own worthiness, evident in her movements, both graceful and timid. In the fourth stage, the girl will blatantly display herself, showing her heat and need to be taken. The fifth and final stage, the girl openly begs to be used, needing this to make her complete.
Placatory Dance
This dance is performed to reassure the Master of the authenticity of the slaves contrition and the genuineness of her desire to do better. It is not a fixed-form dances, but is considered a 'free-form' dance, in which the slave, brings her own personality and movements, all based on her knowledge of the Master she is trying to appease.
Pole Dance
The kajira will seemingly attempt to arouse and entice the pole or "Master" with erotic movements that involve her touching and caressing "Him" (the pole), beckoning her use by "Him". This dance can be done by securing the kajira to the pole either real or imagined or the slave may remain free from the pole, swirling around in frantic and heated movements.
SA-EELA
The Sa-eela is one of the most moving, deeply rhythmic and erotic of the slaves dances of Gor. It belongs, generally to the genre of dances commonly known as the Lure Dances of the Love Starved Slave Girl. The common theme of the genre, of course, is the attempt on the part of a neglected slave to call herself to the attention of the master. The Sa-eela, usually performed in the nude, as though by a low slave, and by a girl freed of all impediments except her collar, is one of the most powerful of slave dances of Gor. This is because each girl, in her own way, brings the nature of her own body, her own dispositions, her own sensuality and needs, her own personality, to the dance.. For the woman, slave dance is a uniquely personal and creative art form. Too, it provides her with a wondrous modality for deeply intimate self-expression..
Serving (Scarf) Dance
Performed using ribbons or scarves as a form of enticement for the Master. The girl will offer to serve the Master in a most exciting manner. She typically wears a costume of scarves or uses a ribbon to arouse both herself and the Master. Falling to her knees, she offers a lustful serve of ka-la-na.
Submission Dance
Performed for the girl's true Master, each dance is different and unique, as is each Free person. It can be done in many ways, from the kajira allowing her hands to roam her own body in throbbing lust for her Master, to the girl writhing in desire and submitting at His feet. It is a very individual demonstration of a slave's true submission to her Master.
Tether dance
This dance is similar in some ways to the dance of the six thongs and the pole dance. The girl is tethered to a slave stake. She may then either fight the tether or love it. The tether may confine her body or caress it. The girl may also incorporate the slave stake in her dance so it becomes similar to a pole dance as well.
Tile Dance
Done on red tiles before a Master, this dance seeks to arouse Him to sexually take the girl. The slave does so by touching her own body and gesturing to Him that she is most willing to see to His every need. The dance is done completely upon the tiles often while the girl lays on her back or belly. The girl is usually attached to a slave ring below the Master's couch.
Virgin dance
There are three basic categories of virgin dances. First, they refer to the types of dances fitting for a virgin. These dances would rarely be seen in a tavern. Second, they refer to any dance that displays a virgin who is soon to lose her virginity. Third, and most commonly, it refers to a "role" dance where a girl dances as if she was a virgin but knows she is soon to be ravished. This type of dance is rarely done by an actual virgin. It is not a story dance but is more an emotional or attitudinal piece.
Whip Dance
This dance can involve the participation of a Master who will crack a whip above the girl's head as she dances, or, in most cases, the girl will be allowed the use of the whip and will crack it herself during her dance. It is performed to show the kajira's fear of being punished, but also to show the desire of the kiss of leather, the passion of and the fear of punishment.
Examples of Dances
myrnas dance:
[22:05] «myrna»Cēlțičs-TBT-R with quick lightning i dash to the kennels as i start digging in the trunks fast tossing this and that out into the air, as time is of the essesnce as i see it and stop with it in my hands...yes this is it, perfect...i quickly take the two yellow silks off my body, the lamps show the naked form perfectly as i shiver from the air, tossing my long hair back and with hands take the hair and wrap it up ontop of my head, pieces falling about as i secure it with a pin from the dressing table
22:08] «myrna»Cēlțičs-TBT-R with a look into the full length mirror i stop dead in the tracks, the face starring back at me makes my breath catch...my eyes deep dark and alluring stare back the pupils large with excitement, the cheeks pink with natural heat, the quickness of my breaths show the upturned breasts heaving heavy something i have not seen in years, gently i touch my breasts examining them as if it were long lost friends...gently my fingers trail along the form of them as the buds of desire perk
[22:11] «myrna»Cēlțičs-TBT-R pink and perfect they respond to my touch, gently i pinch them, as my mouth opens with a soft sigh, yessss, its there, hidden...as the blood rush to them hardening and stiff ready for a mouth to capture...as i watch facinated captured into a dream...i let my hands trail down the taunt stomach as fingers spray open as feathers teasing my flesh as they stop, just above the entrance of where only He is allowed to be, only He can touch and bring this girl to a full ravenous animal, gently i go lower watching
[22:14] «myrna»Cēlțičs-TBT-R as naturally the thighs part, the hips swing slowly into a grate of old, the sad song of lust not being able to be released...yes hidden but never gone i am a woman, caught in a trap, yet the trap can be opened with the right key, as i close my eyes, the drums from the past begin to pulse, the horns of kajira ring into my ears i shake gently with the hotness boiling wondering if it i should dare, dare to release this, will it can it be tamed?? as my lips dry with the air of heat i cant help but lick them
22:18] «myrna»Cēlțičs-TBT-R daring the thoughts to assult me, His lips can brand them His...can His hands take what is His, can the dream happen?? suddenly eyes open as fingers dip into the area of danger finding it ready...starring back the kajira stands stunned as she turns looking at the garment i have chosen thinking that it doesnt do justice to what i am feeling...with a snarl of my voice i take down the clip the holds back the hair...as it then tumbles back down and with brazen turn walks back into the tavern naked proud, His
[22:22] «myrna»Cēlțičs-TBT-R as eyes take in the atmospher i strut as i shake my head allowing my full glory to move bounce and feel the air of freedom, as eyes glare to each of the girls the freedom of them never having to be captured behind properness as i nod to the musicians in the corner to begin their music but knowing my own song is blarring loud within my blood as feet stomp into the sand, kicking it up the multi grains scatter about the air, the air that steals the womans life, as the slender arm reachs out grasping the pole
22:25] «myrna»Cēlțičs-TBT-R fingers trail along the length as nails dig into the wood, hearing the sound breaks another barriar inside the wanton heart of me, as i wrap a thigh around the pole balancing upon on pointed foot as i grasp the pole with my leg the body pulled close as i slide down the pole almost lost but not yet, the slide stops short of landing the rounded cheeks to the grains as i slide back up the pole, eyes look over my shoulder daring to see His face as the anger shows yet the sexual beast
[22:29] «myrna»Cēlțičs-TBT-R as i release the pole i bend over as pain assult the stomach bent over i kick once more the animal wanting to escape the bonds, as i throw my arms up first reaching upwards then down as i slap my thighs bringing bright marks of red to the creamy skin, the skin never marred, never released, as i moan a soft growl, the temptress shall emerge it has to, the beating of the music overcomes her more as eyes suddenly turn scared as hands cup my breasts covering them as the pink nipples press againist them...
[22:32] «myrna»Cēlțičs-TBT-R falling like a shooting star across the goreans skys the last of the dainty woman leaves landing upon the grains as they pierce the skin boldly as knees spread wide, yearning as she lays back heaving the body upwards, yes, it has to stop, but she is gone her pleasure to please Him can not be denied i cup the breasts teasing the flesh, as the sweat from the movements begin to sheen showing the blaze burning like the smoke from the fires a lover she needs
[22:35] «myrna»Cēlțičs-TBT-R brazely again she looks at the Vana'she, is He worth this desire? how can she contol this? she reaches down touching her moistness feeling the heat as she closes the thighs binding her hand captive as she rolls over, exposing her butt curved the lines of her slender back covered with the silken webs of her hair the tears she has to hid from Him, no weakness is allowed, yet she is kajira, how can she help but be weak as the music catches her more and more as she rocks back and forth whithering she screams
[22:39] «myrna»Cēlțičs-TBT-R she rolls to her knees once again the hair tumbled wild as the eyes looking back at them, them the enemy of her, as i stand slowly throwing my tresses over shoulders exposing the bones of the woman head held high walking as each hip shakes loose the chains, walking to the edge of the sands wantonly i bare myself, each movement making the breast dance, tempting, heavy as i tease Him, cupping it as i lick a finger bringing it wet to the pink passion and swirl it upon as a moan escapes i smile...
[22:43] «myrna»Cēlțičs-TBT-R as i turn slowly stalking Him with my eyes, watching His body, sitting with His girls, the freedom has a price the price of gorean kajira is one with many pleasures as i smirk at them all, as heart breaks open bare before them all, it is who i am, as i surrender the emotion drained knowing the chains will return soon, as i fall down once more crawling to the edge, the barrier as tenderly i put a finger upon the coolness of the floor reaching out pleading towards them, reaching out toward Him
[22:46] «myrna»Cēlțičs-TBT-R as it slowly surrounds the myrna, the tears fall unashamed dripping the years of knowledge, years of gor as i pull my hand back rising to kneel properly knees close slowly as head lowers in respect hands carass the breasts one last time, as they land upon the thighs of me, palms down as the voice whispers to Him, only to all of them...
[22:46] «myrna»Cēlțičs-TBT-R : la kajira
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Veil Dance:
stands in Master’s hut breathing deeply as she turns to look at her sister who is there to help her get ready, the sheer material that make up the veils, hear slave heart pounds as her fingertips run over it, moving up to her collar-bound throat to touch the cool onyx, deep raven gaze moves nervously to her sister who is collecting the veils
turns to her sister, a bright reassuring smile lights up her face as she crouches down to attach the long veils to her belly chain with small beaded clips, the smooth fabric tickling her fingertips as she inspects the work, the veils wrapping around the belly chain down, fitting loosely to her sisters ankles
breaths deeply as a veil is placed taut around her firm breasts, the fabric stretching teasing her nipple to harden through the material that comes down to just above her belly button, showing off the bronzed flesh of her taut slave belly, the last veil covers half of her face, leaving only the windows to her soul to be left uncovered
lowers her sooty lashes as she hears the drums start to beat in a steady rhythm, her slave heart racing to match that pace, a smile kisses upon her full lips to smile her thanks to her sister before moving from the hut to the dance pit upon naked feet, her body swaying with the grace only a kajira knows as her delicate toes dips into the heat of the sand
sways almost gypsy like to the pole in the middle of the pit, her tiny hands reaching up to wrap her delicate fingers around it as she circles the pole a bit, closing her eyes as she remembers all the dances she has danced, remembering the thrill and nervousness knowing this time it will be different as she dances from the fire in belly
spins hard from the pole, the harsh movement sending the veils to fly from her tones legs, exposing her thighs for a teasing second, her whole body stops as the drums still, leaving nothing but the sounds of the jungle to be heard, she lifts a lustful gaze to look over the Master, her eyes full of expression as her full crimson lips part almost unnoticeably
slowly her hips begin to rock, creating their own beat before the drums start up again, slender arms rise above her head, extending them out as it causes her breasts to press harder against the tight fabric, the dip in her back begins to arch as her belly rolls in time with the beat of the drums, her hips rocking as she never looses eye contact, her heart beats with wild abandon as soft silken locks lower to brush the veils scantily covering her rask
snakes her hands down her bronze body, the firelight dancing its own shadows upon her flesh as two quick movements of her fingers release the veils on her hips, exposing the fine unmarked smooth beauty of her toned thighs, she gasps as her arms start to flow on either side of her body, the sheer fabric left covering her heat and rask slipping between her honey damp thighs, caressing them
breaths deeper as the beating of the drums pick up causing her body to move with fury, lust and wild abandon, her body moving as the slave she is as she drops her rask to rest upon her delicate heels, her thighs spreading achingly wide, the veil falling teasingly between creamy thighs covering her glistening heat as she arches back, her mouth gasping life’s precious air between parted lips as she bends backwards
moans as her head touches the sand beneath her, the veil around her breasts pops open, releasing the firm globes as her dark tan nipples stick out into the air catching the cool breeze as her belly rolls in beat the fast pace drums, her soul escapes her mouth as lets loose a cry of pleasure, a cry that only a slave really knows…. the cry of submission as she moves upright, reaching up to remove the veil at her face ripping away the awful thing that hides herself from a Master
thrashes her body about in timing with the beat of the wild drums, onyx locks spray violently through the hair as her own hands roam the silken flesh of her own slave body as a Master would, down the tightness of her belly to stop at the clips of the last of the veils that hide herself from the Master, almost unnoticeably her fingers moves and the last two veils float down her slender form kissing at her thighs as the puddle themselves at her ankles
locks her midnight gaze with His, the drums beating wildly, but her body remains still, the firelight dancing upon the bronzed flesh all off she is as she sheen of sweat gives her a moist look, full soft breasts rise and fall as she drinks deep of life’s air as she looks upon Him boldly, nothing covering herself from Him as understatement instills itself into her soul of all she is and all she ever will be
her body begins to move with joy, her soft uncovered sweat dampened flesh moves quickly to the beat of the wild drums as the pound into her very soul, her frantic movements sending her raven tresses to bounce off her uncovered flesh like a thousand tiny whips beating off her back
drops to her knees one last time, spreading them wide with sin as she leaves everything of herself exposed to the Master, hiding nothing, her hands reach under her body to grip tight to her ankles, holding the steady as she arches up the delicate small of her back almost impossibly high in complete submission as the drums come to a halting stop
holds that positions until commanded to break, nothing but the sound of heavy breathing from a submitted kajira in the dance pit fills the room
la kajira
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Veil Dance 2:
she awakens in His chambers, the soft caress of sleep slowing leaving her, as her blue eyes open, searching for the Warrior, wondering where He may be,
pulling a stray lock of red behind her ear, a smile comes to her lips as she sees a neatly wrapped package, bearing her name,
she reads the brief note, "wear this, dance for Me...", the smile growing mischievous as she opens the wrappings, seeing the beautiful multi-colored veils within,
she runs the soft colors, shimmering, through her tapered fingers, mind creating the vision of the veils upon her as she begins to drape them,
the gold and silver veils woven around the belly chain, hiding the diamond, hiding the sweet treasure that she longs to offer Him, hiding the curvaceous ass as it tapered over long dancer's legs,
the white veil, forming part of the halter, covering her heart, the purity of her love and devotion to Him, the blue forming the remaining halter over right breast, the clear vision she has when she is with Him,
the crimson scarf draped along the delicate neckline, hiding the fiery tresses, the violet scarf hiding all of her face, save the ocean blue eyes as she smiles softly behind the teasing veil,
she opens His chamber door, hearing the soft drumming beat of the kaska, the tempting melody of the flute, she fills the music swell within her belly, as she descends to the dance pit,
she feels her hips already swaying to the rhythm of the music, to the desire in dal, her blue eyes find Him quickly, the sexy Warrior that has claimed her heart,
she loses herself in the momentum of the music, her lithe curves tempting, seductive rise and fall of her breasts, rosy nipples teased by the light veils,
she dances before Him, the silhouette of the sweet slave just hidden under the luminescent scarves, she melts to sinfully widespread knees before Him,
her tapered fingers caress up silken thighs, a low animal growl escapes parted lips, as she looks to Him, feeling the power emanate from Him,
her caress stopping just before the treasure at her core is revealed, instead continuing along taut belly, pulling the silks at her firm breasts tight, she exhales slowly,
reaching for the crimson scarf, she pulls it artfully from her tresses, allowing them to tumble down her arched back, her left hand running up His sinewy thigh to place it in His lap,
she rises, undulating away, the seductive roll to her hips just visible in the moonlight, her slave belly crying out in its need for Him, she is pulled back,
right hand reaching for the violet veil covering her lustful smile, she tugs gently, her desire evident in her gaze, she drapes the scarf upon His lap,
her body folding to knees, left hand caressing up flat belly as it teases her right nipple, biting lower lip, longing for His kiss there, arching back, as she pulls the blue veil from her heated flesh,
her soft moans heard as she is arched, her hand now reaching for the white veil, she pulls herself to tower, loving kisses placed on the two veils she lays upon His lap,
the soft chime of slave bells heard above the drumming kaska, as she flits away, the need in her so deep she is almost overwhelmed by its potency, she is almost fearful,
drawn back merely by His blue gaze upon dal's flesh, she crosses the soft sand, with slow sensuous steps, biting her lower lip, she breathes deeply,
heart racing as she reaches Him, small fingers reach out for His hand, placing within it the corners of the gold and silver veils,
dal sees no Oone else, her mind so focused on Him, as she softly begs Him to reveal the honeyed treasure that she offers to Him, the One that has allowed her to be...
~la kajira~
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Each dance is a story of your joy, sorrow, pain, need or submission. You should always strive to dance from your heart, not simply copy elements from the dance of another girl. Watch and learn from others, but be original.
The dance should have a definite beginning, middle and end, even those that don't have a prescribed sequence to the dance.
Also, a girl might try to invent a little separator to insert between poses to make the dance easier to read. ( Tharna girls will use a page break between <br><br> )
Try to keep the dance between 10-14 poses. A girl doesn't want to bore the man she is serving by dancing endlessly, but she doesn't want to displease him by appearing as if not enough effort was put into her service either. Each pose should be between 3-6 lines long. This means it won't get lost in the scroll in a busy channel, and hopefully it won't be too long and overflow the buffer.
Add expression to your face and body, BE DESCRIPTIVE. Each dance is an expression of your emotions and your sensuality. A girl should dance her story, beauty or need as she feels it at that moment from her heart and belly, not from scripted movements or pop-ups.
(a girl's first dances are might be scripted, and she is able to dance spontaneously as she becomes more experienced).
Timing is important in dancing. About 60 seconds are enough time between poses. Coincidentally, this should be just enough time for you to read what you just wrote, make sure it was correct and physically possible, and type out the next pose. Please try to refrain from using pop-ups, macros, or cutting and pasting. This distances you from your dance. It seems as if you aren't truly putting your heart into it. It also does not allow for that random element, i.e. the Man decides he doesn't need to see the rest of the dance and orders you to an alcove, you could get disconnected, anything.
Modify your dance to fit your audience. Most importantly, you are dancing to please the man you are serving, who is only sometimes specifically your Master. If he likes breasts, incorporate a lot of that into your dance. If he likes for you to touch yourself, caress your body a lot. After all, what's the point if he is not pleased? That said, keep in mind there are times for blatant slave girl lust, and there are times for more subtle innuendo. Being sensual or sexual are not the same thing and each has its appropriate place.
Please check your spelling as you type or before you press return. Also, take the time to consider whether your dance and transitions are actually physically possible. A girl might try to actually do a bit of the dance, or read it to herself out loud.
Show other slaves the dance and solicit their opinions if you feel the need. However, if you ask for an opinion, expect an honest answer from those who care about you. Try not to get offended if it's not what you wanted to hear.
Common Dances-Descriptions
Belt dance
This dance was developed and made famous by Port Kar dancing girls. It is performed on love furs with a Warrior. It receives its name from the basic principle that the girl is not supposed to rise above the Warrior's belt. It is very important that the girl does not rise to her feet. This dance will likely include many floor movements as the girl is not on her feet. This dance has phases and in the later phases of this dance the girl acknowledges that she is the Warrior's and tries to please him. He will remain aloof from her and her efforts will get more desperate. At the climax of the dance, the girl will be on her knees. The Warrior will be at her side, holding her behind the small of the back. The kajira will bends backwards until her head touches the furs and then the Warrior will lower her to the floor. They will end the dance in a kiss.
Chain Dance
The kajira obtains a length of chain from a Free person and uses it in a dance to show her submission and joy of being a slave. The chain can be wrapped around her body and the girl will writhe and fight at first, but knowing her true path as a slave in Gor, she will be submit because of her desire and the fire within her belly. In the end, she will rejoice at feeling the confinement of the chain around her slave heart.
Dance of the 6 Thongs
The girl has 6 leather thongs attached to her body at her ankles, wrists, belly, and neck. The dance begins with her capture. She will show her defiance until she is subdued by the Masters that hold her. The girl is presented to one Master, who asks her if she is slave, to which she will proudly proclaim, "la kajira!"
Gorean slave Dance
This can be done in any style a girl chooses. It typically begins with the girl seeming to be shy and timid, standing in the middle of the room, her eyes wide in fear and usually without silks. In the beginning, she fights being caught by the Master but then, under His strong hand, she feels the anger change to delicious submission as the Master subdues her and makes her His own. In the final stage of the dance, the girl will show her complete submission to the Master and her desire to please Him in all that she does. Often a chain and collar are used by the Master to "subdue" the girl.
Love dance of the Newly Collared Slave
There are many variations of this dance and most cities have their own version. The basic theme of this dance is that a girl dances with joy that she will soon lie in the arms of her strong master.
Need Dance
This dance is typically performed in five stages. During the first portion, the girl feigns indifference to her situation. In the second, she slowly becomes aware of the burning desires within, and struggles mentally to deny them. During the third stage, the girl will openly express her desire and willingness to please the Masters that she dances for...the girl will doubt her own worthiness, evident in her movements, both graceful and timid. In the fourth stage, the girl will blatantly display herself, showing her heat and need to be taken. The fifth and final stage, the girl openly begs to be used, needing this to make her complete.
Placatory Dance
This dance is performed to reassure the Master of the authenticity of the slaves contrition and the genuineness of her desire to do better. It is not a fixed-form dances, but is considered a 'free-form' dance, in which the slave, brings her own personality and movements, all based on her knowledge of the Master she is trying to appease.
Pole Dance
The kajira will seemingly attempt to arouse and entice the pole or "Master" with erotic movements that involve her touching and caressing "Him" (the pole), beckoning her use by "Him". This dance can be done by securing the kajira to the pole either real or imagined or the slave may remain free from the pole, swirling around in frantic and heated movements.
SA-EELA
The Sa-eela is one of the most moving, deeply rhythmic and erotic of the slaves dances of Gor. It belongs, generally to the genre of dances commonly known as the Lure Dances of the Love Starved Slave Girl. The common theme of the genre, of course, is the attempt on the part of a neglected slave to call herself to the attention of the master. The Sa-eela, usually performed in the nude, as though by a low slave, and by a girl freed of all impediments except her collar, is one of the most powerful of slave dances of Gor. This is because each girl, in her own way, brings the nature of her own body, her own dispositions, her own sensuality and needs, her own personality, to the dance.. For the woman, slave dance is a uniquely personal and creative art form. Too, it provides her with a wondrous modality for deeply intimate self-expression..
Serving (Scarf) Dance
Performed using ribbons or scarves as a form of enticement for the Master. The girl will offer to serve the Master in a most exciting manner. She typically wears a costume of scarves or uses a ribbon to arouse both herself and the Master. Falling to her knees, she offers a lustful serve of ka-la-na.
Submission Dance
Performed for the girl's true Master, each dance is different and unique, as is each Free person. It can be done in many ways, from the kajira allowing her hands to roam her own body in throbbing lust for her Master, to the girl writhing in desire and submitting at His feet. It is a very individual demonstration of a slave's true submission to her Master.
Tether dance
This dance is similar in some ways to the dance of the six thongs and the pole dance. The girl is tethered to a slave stake. She may then either fight the tether or love it. The tether may confine her body or caress it. The girl may also incorporate the slave stake in her dance so it becomes similar to a pole dance as well.
Tile Dance
Done on red tiles before a Master, this dance seeks to arouse Him to sexually take the girl. The slave does so by touching her own body and gesturing to Him that she is most willing to see to His every need. The dance is done completely upon the tiles often while the girl lays on her back or belly. The girl is usually attached to a slave ring below the Master's couch.
Virgin dance
There are three basic categories of virgin dances. First, they refer to the types of dances fitting for a virgin. These dances would rarely be seen in a tavern. Second, they refer to any dance that displays a virgin who is soon to lose her virginity. Third, and most commonly, it refers to a "role" dance where a girl dances as if she was a virgin but knows she is soon to be ravished. This type of dance is rarely done by an actual virgin. It is not a story dance but is more an emotional or attitudinal piece.
Whip Dance
This dance can involve the participation of a Master who will crack a whip above the girl's head as she dances, or, in most cases, the girl will be allowed the use of the whip and will crack it herself during her dance. It is performed to show the kajira's fear of being punished, but also to show the desire of the kiss of leather, the passion of and the fear of punishment.
Examples of Dances
myrnas dance:
[22:05] «myrna»Cēlțičs-TBT-R with quick lightning i dash to the kennels as i start digging in the trunks fast tossing this and that out into the air, as time is of the essesnce as i see it and stop with it in my hands...yes this is it, perfect...i quickly take the two yellow silks off my body, the lamps show the naked form perfectly as i shiver from the air, tossing my long hair back and with hands take the hair and wrap it up ontop of my head, pieces falling about as i secure it with a pin from the dressing table
22:08] «myrna»Cēlțičs-TBT-R with a look into the full length mirror i stop dead in the tracks, the face starring back at me makes my breath catch...my eyes deep dark and alluring stare back the pupils large with excitement, the cheeks pink with natural heat, the quickness of my breaths show the upturned breasts heaving heavy something i have not seen in years, gently i touch my breasts examining them as if it were long lost friends...gently my fingers trail along the form of them as the buds of desire perk
[22:11] «myrna»Cēlțičs-TBT-R pink and perfect they respond to my touch, gently i pinch them, as my mouth opens with a soft sigh, yessss, its there, hidden...as the blood rush to them hardening and stiff ready for a mouth to capture...as i watch facinated captured into a dream...i let my hands trail down the taunt stomach as fingers spray open as feathers teasing my flesh as they stop, just above the entrance of where only He is allowed to be, only He can touch and bring this girl to a full ravenous animal, gently i go lower watching
[22:14] «myrna»Cēlțičs-TBT-R as naturally the thighs part, the hips swing slowly into a grate of old, the sad song of lust not being able to be released...yes hidden but never gone i am a woman, caught in a trap, yet the trap can be opened with the right key, as i close my eyes, the drums from the past begin to pulse, the horns of kajira ring into my ears i shake gently with the hotness boiling wondering if it i should dare, dare to release this, will it can it be tamed?? as my lips dry with the air of heat i cant help but lick them
22:18] «myrna»Cēlțičs-TBT-R daring the thoughts to assult me, His lips can brand them His...can His hands take what is His, can the dream happen?? suddenly eyes open as fingers dip into the area of danger finding it ready...starring back the kajira stands stunned as she turns looking at the garment i have chosen thinking that it doesnt do justice to what i am feeling...with a snarl of my voice i take down the clip the holds back the hair...as it then tumbles back down and with brazen turn walks back into the tavern naked proud, His
[22:22] «myrna»Cēlțičs-TBT-R as eyes take in the atmospher i strut as i shake my head allowing my full glory to move bounce and feel the air of freedom, as eyes glare to each of the girls the freedom of them never having to be captured behind properness as i nod to the musicians in the corner to begin their music but knowing my own song is blarring loud within my blood as feet stomp into the sand, kicking it up the multi grains scatter about the air, the air that steals the womans life, as the slender arm reachs out grasping the pole
22:25] «myrna»Cēlțičs-TBT-R fingers trail along the length as nails dig into the wood, hearing the sound breaks another barriar inside the wanton heart of me, as i wrap a thigh around the pole balancing upon on pointed foot as i grasp the pole with my leg the body pulled close as i slide down the pole almost lost but not yet, the slide stops short of landing the rounded cheeks to the grains as i slide back up the pole, eyes look over my shoulder daring to see His face as the anger shows yet the sexual beast
[22:29] «myrna»Cēlțičs-TBT-R as i release the pole i bend over as pain assult the stomach bent over i kick once more the animal wanting to escape the bonds, as i throw my arms up first reaching upwards then down as i slap my thighs bringing bright marks of red to the creamy skin, the skin never marred, never released, as i moan a soft growl, the temptress shall emerge it has to, the beating of the music overcomes her more as eyes suddenly turn scared as hands cup my breasts covering them as the pink nipples press againist them...
[22:32] «myrna»Cēlțičs-TBT-R falling like a shooting star across the goreans skys the last of the dainty woman leaves landing upon the grains as they pierce the skin boldly as knees spread wide, yearning as she lays back heaving the body upwards, yes, it has to stop, but she is gone her pleasure to please Him can not be denied i cup the breasts teasing the flesh, as the sweat from the movements begin to sheen showing the blaze burning like the smoke from the fires a lover she needs
[22:35] «myrna»Cēlțičs-TBT-R brazely again she looks at the Vana'she, is He worth this desire? how can she contol this? she reaches down touching her moistness feeling the heat as she closes the thighs binding her hand captive as she rolls over, exposing her butt curved the lines of her slender back covered with the silken webs of her hair the tears she has to hid from Him, no weakness is allowed, yet she is kajira, how can she help but be weak as the music catches her more and more as she rocks back and forth whithering she screams
[22:39] «myrna»Cēlțičs-TBT-R she rolls to her knees once again the hair tumbled wild as the eyes looking back at them, them the enemy of her, as i stand slowly throwing my tresses over shoulders exposing the bones of the woman head held high walking as each hip shakes loose the chains, walking to the edge of the sands wantonly i bare myself, each movement making the breast dance, tempting, heavy as i tease Him, cupping it as i lick a finger bringing it wet to the pink passion and swirl it upon as a moan escapes i smile...
[22:43] «myrna»Cēlțičs-TBT-R as i turn slowly stalking Him with my eyes, watching His body, sitting with His girls, the freedom has a price the price of gorean kajira is one with many pleasures as i smirk at them all, as heart breaks open bare before them all, it is who i am, as i surrender the emotion drained knowing the chains will return soon, as i fall down once more crawling to the edge, the barrier as tenderly i put a finger upon the coolness of the floor reaching out pleading towards them, reaching out toward Him
[22:46] «myrna»Cēlțičs-TBT-R as it slowly surrounds the myrna, the tears fall unashamed dripping the years of knowledge, years of gor as i pull my hand back rising to kneel properly knees close slowly as head lowers in respect hands carass the breasts one last time, as they land upon the thighs of me, palms down as the voice whispers to Him, only to all of them...
[22:46] «myrna»Cēlțičs-TBT-R : la kajira
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Veil Dance:
stands in Master’s hut breathing deeply as she turns to look at her sister who is there to help her get ready, the sheer material that make up the veils, hear slave heart pounds as her fingertips run over it, moving up to her collar-bound throat to touch the cool onyx, deep raven gaze moves nervously to her sister who is collecting the veils
turns to her sister, a bright reassuring smile lights up her face as she crouches down to attach the long veils to her belly chain with small beaded clips, the smooth fabric tickling her fingertips as she inspects the work, the veils wrapping around the belly chain down, fitting loosely to her sisters ankles
breaths deeply as a veil is placed taut around her firm breasts, the fabric stretching teasing her nipple to harden through the material that comes down to just above her belly button, showing off the bronzed flesh of her taut slave belly, the last veil covers half of her face, leaving only the windows to her soul to be left uncovered
lowers her sooty lashes as she hears the drums start to beat in a steady rhythm, her slave heart racing to match that pace, a smile kisses upon her full lips to smile her thanks to her sister before moving from the hut to the dance pit upon naked feet, her body swaying with the grace only a kajira knows as her delicate toes dips into the heat of the sand
sways almost gypsy like to the pole in the middle of the pit, her tiny hands reaching up to wrap her delicate fingers around it as she circles the pole a bit, closing her eyes as she remembers all the dances she has danced, remembering the thrill and nervousness knowing this time it will be different as she dances from the fire in belly
spins hard from the pole, the harsh movement sending the veils to fly from her tones legs, exposing her thighs for a teasing second, her whole body stops as the drums still, leaving nothing but the sounds of the jungle to be heard, she lifts a lustful gaze to look over the Master, her eyes full of expression as her full crimson lips part almost unnoticeably
slowly her hips begin to rock, creating their own beat before the drums start up again, slender arms rise above her head, extending them out as it causes her breasts to press harder against the tight fabric, the dip in her back begins to arch as her belly rolls in time with the beat of the drums, her hips rocking as she never looses eye contact, her heart beats with wild abandon as soft silken locks lower to brush the veils scantily covering her rask
snakes her hands down her bronze body, the firelight dancing its own shadows upon her flesh as two quick movements of her fingers release the veils on her hips, exposing the fine unmarked smooth beauty of her toned thighs, she gasps as her arms start to flow on either side of her body, the sheer fabric left covering her heat and rask slipping between her honey damp thighs, caressing them
breaths deeper as the beating of the drums pick up causing her body to move with fury, lust and wild abandon, her body moving as the slave she is as she drops her rask to rest upon her delicate heels, her thighs spreading achingly wide, the veil falling teasingly between creamy thighs covering her glistening heat as she arches back, her mouth gasping life’s precious air between parted lips as she bends backwards
moans as her head touches the sand beneath her, the veil around her breasts pops open, releasing the firm globes as her dark tan nipples stick out into the air catching the cool breeze as her belly rolls in beat the fast pace drums, her soul escapes her mouth as lets loose a cry of pleasure, a cry that only a slave really knows…. the cry of submission as she moves upright, reaching up to remove the veil at her face ripping away the awful thing that hides herself from a Master
thrashes her body about in timing with the beat of the wild drums, onyx locks spray violently through the hair as her own hands roam the silken flesh of her own slave body as a Master would, down the tightness of her belly to stop at the clips of the last of the veils that hide herself from the Master, almost unnoticeably her fingers moves and the last two veils float down her slender form kissing at her thighs as the puddle themselves at her ankles
locks her midnight gaze with His, the drums beating wildly, but her body remains still, the firelight dancing upon the bronzed flesh all off she is as she sheen of sweat gives her a moist look, full soft breasts rise and fall as she drinks deep of life’s air as she looks upon Him boldly, nothing covering herself from Him as understatement instills itself into her soul of all she is and all she ever will be
her body begins to move with joy, her soft uncovered sweat dampened flesh moves quickly to the beat of the wild drums as the pound into her very soul, her frantic movements sending her raven tresses to bounce off her uncovered flesh like a thousand tiny whips beating off her back
drops to her knees one last time, spreading them wide with sin as she leaves everything of herself exposed to the Master, hiding nothing, her hands reach under her body to grip tight to her ankles, holding the steady as she arches up the delicate small of her back almost impossibly high in complete submission as the drums come to a halting stop
holds that positions until commanded to break, nothing but the sound of heavy breathing from a submitted kajira in the dance pit fills the room
la kajira
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Veil Dance 2:
she awakens in His chambers, the soft caress of sleep slowing leaving her, as her blue eyes open, searching for the Warrior, wondering where He may be,
pulling a stray lock of red behind her ear, a smile comes to her lips as she sees a neatly wrapped package, bearing her name,
she reads the brief note, "wear this, dance for Me...", the smile growing mischievous as she opens the wrappings, seeing the beautiful multi-colored veils within,
she runs the soft colors, shimmering, through her tapered fingers, mind creating the vision of the veils upon her as she begins to drape them,
the gold and silver veils woven around the belly chain, hiding the diamond, hiding the sweet treasure that she longs to offer Him, hiding the curvaceous ass as it tapered over long dancer's legs,
the white veil, forming part of the halter, covering her heart, the purity of her love and devotion to Him, the blue forming the remaining halter over right breast, the clear vision she has when she is with Him,
the crimson scarf draped along the delicate neckline, hiding the fiery tresses, the violet scarf hiding all of her face, save the ocean blue eyes as she smiles softly behind the teasing veil,
she opens His chamber door, hearing the soft drumming beat of the kaska, the tempting melody of the flute, she fills the music swell within her belly, as she descends to the dance pit,
she feels her hips already swaying to the rhythm of the music, to the desire in dal, her blue eyes find Him quickly, the sexy Warrior that has claimed her heart,
she loses herself in the momentum of the music, her lithe curves tempting, seductive rise and fall of her breasts, rosy nipples teased by the light veils,
she dances before Him, the silhouette of the sweet slave just hidden under the luminescent scarves, she melts to sinfully widespread knees before Him,
her tapered fingers caress up silken thighs, a low animal growl escapes parted lips, as she looks to Him, feeling the power emanate from Him,
her caress stopping just before the treasure at her core is revealed, instead continuing along taut belly, pulling the silks at her firm breasts tight, she exhales slowly,
reaching for the crimson scarf, she pulls it artfully from her tresses, allowing them to tumble down her arched back, her left hand running up His sinewy thigh to place it in His lap,
she rises, undulating away, the seductive roll to her hips just visible in the moonlight, her slave belly crying out in its need for Him, she is pulled back,
right hand reaching for the violet veil covering her lustful smile, she tugs gently, her desire evident in her gaze, she drapes the scarf upon His lap,
her body folding to knees, left hand caressing up flat belly as it teases her right nipple, biting lower lip, longing for His kiss there, arching back, as she pulls the blue veil from her heated flesh,
her soft moans heard as she is arched, her hand now reaching for the white veil, she pulls herself to tower, loving kisses placed on the two veils she lays upon His lap,
the soft chime of slave bells heard above the drumming kaska, as she flits away, the need in her so deep she is almost overwhelmed by its potency, she is almost fearful,
drawn back merely by His blue gaze upon dal's flesh, she crosses the soft sand, with slow sensuous steps, biting her lower lip, she breathes deeply,
heart racing as she reaches Him, small fingers reach out for His hand, placing within it the corners of the gold and silver veils,
dal sees no Oone else, her mind so focused on Him, as she softly begs Him to reveal the honeyed treasure that she offers to Him, the One that has allowed her to be...
~la kajira~
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