Category:Dances

Need Dances
''This dance begins with the kajira standing before her Master. It is a pure, lustful seduction dance. The kajira is attempting to seduce her Master, to let him know that the fire of her desire for him is consuming her. She is trying to interest him in being pleased by her.''
 * Need dances, also called seduction dances, traditionally consist of five phases.
 * A feigned indifference to men.
 * Not yet raped - the slave feels distress, uneasiness, restlessnes, disturbance by sexual urges, beginning to feel her sexuality yet struggling against them.
 * In a prim and proper, ladylike fashion, acknowledges before masters her needs, but concerned with what if she is not sufficiently pleasing, she must strive to be pleasing or face spending another night chained in her kennel.
 * Heat of the Collared She-sleen - the slave shamelessly dances her need and begs for satisfaction.
 * Heat of the Slave Girl - kajira dances dramatically and excitingly, she is overcome with desire and terrified she may not be pleasing enough...this portion of the dance is performed on the tiles or on her knees, she seldom rises to her feet
 * Examples of Need Dances: All examples of these dances are not muse's. They are the product of rdrose{A^S}. These are examples ONLY. Do not copy them and use them. muse will know if you have.
 * =Seduction Dance=

The kajira rises and stands before her Master, a fiery gleam in her eyes as a smile spreads across her luscious lips,...slowly raising her arms above her head...fingers tracing along her arms...elbows bowed softly around her auburn hair, her wrists flexed...delicate fingers reaching for the sky...her right hand glides softly down along her left arm, painted fingernails running through her auburn hair, trailing softly along her neck, a fire burning deep within her shows in her eyes...her right hand caresses her belly then gently rests on her ivory hip as it peeks out from under her red silks...Her hands drops down to her sides in a flash, her lips pouting in frustration, she paces the room like a caged tigress, her ankle bells ringing out the beat she feels within her, her hips swaying with each step, her deep red silks swirling against her thighs, she circles the room and then before her Master, she stops...

Her feet separated, her knees slightly flexed, her heels tap the rhythm of the unheard drums, her fingertips caressing her ivory thighs, feeling their strength and longing, the fire of her desires shines in her eyes as they gaze into his face, she turns slowly, turning her head to hold his gaze...her chin dipped softly against her shoulder, her right hand trails up through the slit in her red silks, and across her tight belly, her fingertips grazing the outline of her swelling breasts..

Her delicate fingers toy with the soft knot of her silks at her left shoulder, her chin caressing her bare right shoulder, her ruby lips parting slightly as her tongue glides across her teeth...with a flick of her wrist she releases the knot, her left hand caressing her right side releases the binding fiber at her waist and her arm glides up lifting her breasts, holding the soft silk close under her bosom...

She glides softly to her right again, her back to him, her head turned...eyes still locked in his gaze...her head tipping back, exposing the golden collar about her neck catching the light...her hips begin to roll to her rhythm

Her hips rocking softly in circles, her left arm releasing the red silks, allowing them to softly glide down across her hips, her waist bells beginning to chime in time with the rhythm from her ankle bells, the red silks gliding down her ivory thighs...

She smiles across her shoulder with the passion of the desire rising within her as the red silks puddle softly at her feet, her arms encircling her waist, caressing her sides, hands lifting her breasts, tracing her shoulders and the outline of her face, lifting her hair as they stretch above her head...her hips swirl softly, her waist bells gliding across the small of her back riding her hips, the rhythm building, waist bells chiming the music of her passion, her back swaying like a willow in the breeze...

She glides away with soft deliberate steps, then spins on her toes, again facing her beloved Master, the firelight in the room flickering across her ivory skin

The kajira strides back to him, her fingers caressing her thighs, her belly smooth and tight, the dew of her desire glistening on her slave heat...her lips parted...full breasts thrusting forward swollen in anticipation of a touch...she pauses just out of reach, she lowers her chin and looks to him with fire in her eyes..

She collapses to her knees, her thighs spread wide, the flower of her passion open wide, the softness of her belly curving softly up to her glistening breasts, her head drops forward as her auburn hair falls across her silky ivory shoulders...she lifts her arms with her wrists crossed as for binding pleading for her Master's touch ''This dance begins with the Master attaching a tether to the slave girls collar and attaching the other end to a ring in the tile floor. This dance is also sometimes called a Tile or Floor Dance. The girl never rises to her feet throughout the dance. It is an expression of her desire to be pleasing to her Master and her pleading for his touch and attention.''
 * =Tether Dance=

The girl looks at her Master with fire dancing in her eyes, her slender fingers gently caressing the lines of her ivory thighs...the black pearls dangling from her ears caressing her neck...her finger tips drag softly across her taut belly following the line of the tethering strap, then gently lifting her full breasts...her red lips parting as her tongue drags slowly across her smile

Her left knee rises from the floor, her toes stretching for the ceiling, the warm dew of her desire glistening on her slave heat catches the light as her leg glides to the floor...pressing her hips and belly to the floor, her arms stretched out over her head...she stretches to her full length, her feet gliding together, her full ivory buttocks taut

Her hands glide back, arching her back, her hair falling softly on her shoulders, she stretches up on her hands, hips resting on the floor, full ivory breasts swaying between her arms her hips begin to roll softly, her desire feeding the gentle movement, her heat pressing against the hard floor, the tether draping in a soft curve from her collar to the ring, echoing the curve of her back

Her head arches back, her breath quickening, her breasts rising and falling with each breath...her hands glide back to her thighs tightening as she draws herself to her knees, her calves showing the draw of the muscles as she draws back to her knees, her full ivory buttocks cradled softly on her heels...

Her taut belly pulled firm, the lines of her body delicately reflected in the firelight, her head arching back, her auburn hair flipping around her shoulders to her back, the tether holding her neck forward

The girl's eyes shine with the passion within, her red lips moist with desire, her ivory breasts swollen, her curves gracefully illuminated, her tight belly inviting caress...

Her fingers trail down her thighs to the floor as she rocks forward, her back bowing as she lifts her hips and rises to her toes, the lines of her firm thighs showing the strength of her passion, her calves firm and tight, her breasts swaying softly between her shoulders as her hair slides from her back across her shoulders

She looks over her shoulder, her body trembling with desire and she sinks to the floor, her left leg outstretched, toes delicately pointed, her right foot dragging softly along the line of her calf, her foot comes to rest in front of her knee, exposing her glistening heat, her right hand drawn slowly from her knee and along her thigh, her eyes pleading for her Master''s touch as her tongue gently teases across her lips...

The kajira's hand glides from her thigh, across her smooth belly, lifting her breast softly, finger tips caressing her neck as she lifts her hair from her neck opening herself fully for her Master, deep green eyes aflame with desire, she leans forward on her left elbow, her tongue drawing across her full red lips, her hips softly rolling begging for her Master, her desire to please pulsing through her body...she arches her neck as she rolls back to the floor, her toes pointed, belly drawn tight, her feet draw up, her back arches, hips lifting from the floor

Her feet drawn up close as her back arches her knees spreading, her heat blossoming in the fullness of its desperate desire, she lifts her head from the floor as she presses her hands against the floor her body gracefully arched and fully opened for her Master's pleasure, the tether sliding from her shoulder hanging loose and lost in her hair

She softly loosens the bow and rolls forward to her knees as she collapses to the floor, turning to her Master, her hair clinging softly to her glistening shoulders, her back arched as she strains at the end of the tether that binds her...her hands reaching up, her fingers curling as she pleads...totally consumed in her desire to please him as her dance comes to an end
 * =Whip Dance=

This is a strong dance in which the slave girl recognizes the multiple purposes of the slave whip.

Killertrees pulls out his whip from his pack and sets it in his lap and looks at tyki.. "slave I want you to dance the whip dance" tyki{KTs} kneels before her Master...her thighs spread wide...her back gently arched...her delicate hands on her thighs with her palms open and up she smiles up at her Master with a gleam in her eyes... tyki{KTs} says: Master, might tyki be permitted the use of your slave whip as she performs for you? Killertrees nods "yes tyki you may use my whip child tyki{KTs} lowers her eyes and crawls forward to her Master...she leans up and takes the handle of the 5-bladed whip in her soft lips...tasting the leather with her tongue...she retreats from her Master crawling backwards...her heart pounding within her chest...her eyes lowered...not daring to look at her Master... Killertrees sits back and watches his slave intently.. tyki{KTs} rises softly from her hands and knees and stands before him with her legs parted...her legs firm and tense, slave belly held taut and firm...her eyes downcast as she reaches up and takes the whip from her soft lips. She holds the handle of the whip in her right hand and lets her hand drop down to her thigh...the 5 supple blades of the black whip dangling along her ivory soft inner thigh and knee Killertrees watches his slave closely and smiles ... ''tyki{KTs} begins slowly drawing the blades of the whip up along her thigh...the handle of the whip caressing her belly and then the fullness of her breast...the handle of the whip catching at the releasing knot at her shoulder loosening it....her hips begin to rock softly as her silks glide gently across her curves.. falling to the floor in a rainbow puddle at her feet...with a flick of her ankle she sends the silks fluttering across the hall...the supple black leather caressing her ivory flesh...'' tyki{KTs} lifts her chin as she hears the call of the music within her heart...responding to the cool caress of the leather on her soft skin...her breath begins to quicken as the blades tease and caress her...she spins on her toes...her head tipped back...her auburn hair flying out in soft waves from her shoulders...she opens her arms for love's embrace...the blades of the whip whistling through the air as she spins.. Killertrees leans forward to better what his slave as she dances and smiles pleased.. tyki{KTs} stops and draws her arms in for an embrace...the blades of the whip take on a life of their own encircling her within their embrace...until the ends reach her soft flesh with a soft crack...she jumps at the light sting of the whip...as the sting hints to her that the whip has another purpose... Killertrees nods and continues to watch and is very pleased with your dance.. tyki{KTs} gasps and draws her right hand away from her...her gaze drawn to the whip as she draws the blades of the whip from the caress of her soft flesh...she brings the handle to her lips and kisses it tenderly...drawing her tongue along the leather of the handle...she runs the supple blades over her slave belly...letting the blades fall softly between her thighs...she whimpers as the blades caress her slave heat...caressing her as her Master has...she moans as her passion mounts.. tyki{KTs} spins again as her heat and passion rises...the caress of the blades become more intense...her arm rises with the handle of the whip and snaps down to her side as the passion builds...her eyes widen as the blades of the whip CRACK against her firm ivory calve...reminded the whip is not only to control her passion...it has another purpose...she glances at the whip in her trembling hand...tears welling up in her eyes... Killertrees jumps slightly at the sound of the whip and watches his slave with love in his eyes tyki{KTs} circles the room...her eyes drawn to the post in the center of the room...her pace quickening...her slave bell jangling with the force of her steps...her left hand caresses the post as she circles it...she raises her right hand above her head...and in a spiraling flash brings it and the whip down with a CRACK against the post...the black leather blades wrapping around the smooth temwood post.... ''tyki{KTs} body quivers as she hears the sharp crack of the whip...she glances over to her Master...then quickly lowers her eyes...knowing she is owned by him...she slowly draws the blades of the whip from the post...circling it again...she moves in close to the post...wrapping her soft leg around the post...pressing her hips and her full breasts against the smooth cool wood...her head tips back as she writhes against the post...twisting her hands within the blades of the whip...she moans... tyki{KTs} suddenly jumps against the post...her head whipping back from the post as if the whip has stung her back and she cries out'' tyki{KTs} says: for submission to my Master tyki{KTs} eyes fill with tears of submission as her arms surround the post...she bites her bottom lip...her breath quivering...her soft flesh pressed hard against the unyielding post...her body leaps again from an unseen whip... "For devotion and servitude to my Master" she weeps Killertrees watches his slave and feels for her but continues to watch the dance intently as she dances for him. tyki{KTs} body trembles as she seeks to be pleasing to her Master...her hands straining at the restraint that binds her to the post...yet her body writhes against it in pleasure...her body leaps again...stung harshly by the whip...she slumps against the post and slides to her knees at its base... "For absolute obedience to my Master," she whispers as she weeps at the base of the post tyki{KTs} shudders as her hands slowly free themselves of the whips binding...she kisses the black bladed whip with her lips as she takes the whip in her mouth and slowly crawls to her Master...her hands and elbows on the floor...her head lowered as she approaches her Master...she drops the whip at his feet and lowers herself to her belly...her arms at her sides...soft palms open and up as she kisses his feet tenderly Killertrees reaches down and strokes the hair of his slave and smiles.. "you may get up my child. You have dances well and I am pleased" tyki{KTs} rises to her knees trembling...her eyes lowered in submission to her Master and kneels at his left side...resting her head against his thigh... Killertrees hand strokes tyki hair lightly and he pick up the whip and puts it away.. his hand softly stroking her hair..
 * =Post Dance=

'This is a post dance written by tyki{KTs} for Master Killertrees. The dance is one of passion and desire.'

'''tyki{KTs} moves into the sand pit, fire in her eyes, she circles the post, her hair swirling out from her head as she spins around the post. tyki{KTs} reaches up and grasps the post above her head, drawing her lithe body into the post, she kicks her feet up and spins around her hands, locking her toes around the post, her back and legs circling the post she releases the post with her hands and begins to spiral around the post, her breasts hanging free, nipples erect as she feels the smooth post caress her back. tyki{KTs} slowly spirals down so that her hands reach the floor, she reaches out to catch herself and slowly glides her body down from the post, her head pressed to the floor, her back deeply arched in a Gorean bow she brings her firm dancer's legs down on either side of the post, slowly she raises up on her toes, gliding her moist slave heat along the post, her desire to please her Master driving her ever onward. tyki{KTs} lowers her ivory bottom to the sand at the base of the pit and with her arms reaching upward draws herself back up to the post, she glides her body up along the post, returning to her feet, she circles the post, licking and caressing it as she would her Master. tyki{KTs} hips writhe pressing her heat against the smooth hard post, she clasps the post and throws her head back, then pulls her body close to the post again, she begins to spin around the post and breaks free from its grasp on her, she falls to her knees in the sand. Master Tree watches and likes the dance very very much. tyki{KTs} full swollen breasts heave with her desire, her sex pouting and swollen with need, her eyes burning with desire for her Master's touch, her open hands caress her taut slave belly, drawing up under her breasts, lifting them to her lips she softly licks the hard rosy nipples. She stretches her legs out to her sides, pressing her heat against the course sand, her hips grinding with an unfulfilled desire, she gasps and rolls back onto her back, lifting her legs above her slowly drawing them together, her soft round bottom shimmering with sand clenching and releasing with her need to please her Master. tyki{KTs} legs open widely again, her slave heat blossoming like a rose in the sunshine, glistening with a musky dew, hips rolling, inviting caress. The slave lowers her hips to the floor and rolls to her belly, her back gently arching like a willow branch, her hips rock against the sand, her knees being drawn up beneath her, her Master's treasures swollen with need and desire. tyki{KTs} bottom eventually rests on her heels, her hips still rocking in a lovers beat, she glances over her shoulder, longing in her eyes, her tongue drawn softly over her full soft lips, she rises up on her knees and reaches out for the post. Suddenly, tyki{KTs} lunges for the post and spins quickly around it, encircling the post with her entire body as she glides around the smooth post, a sheen glistening on her body as she sinks to the floor at the base of the post whimpering with the unfilled need to be touched and caressed. tyki{KTs} lifts her head, her eyes burning with the desire to please her Master, she reaches out to him, her wrists crossed, her body glistening with desire. Master Tree takes a binding fiber from his side and smiles to his slave. tyki{KTs} gasps and lowers her eyes in submission to her Master, praying softly to herself that she has pleased her Master Master Tree "come here slave" tyki{KTs} crawls on her hands and knees to her Master and kneels at his feet. The kajira dares not look up into his eyes, but kneels trembling before him, lifting her crossed wrists to him ''Master Tree reaches out and takes a hand full of tyki hair, he pulls her close and kisses her passionately on the lips. His hands caresses her cheek as he kisses the girl.' ''This dance scene occurred spontaneously between a kajira and her Master one evening when she was feeling a bit playful. tyki has included it here to show how a kajira may use things around her to find new and interesting ways to please her Master. This dance is not in any of the books, it came spntaneously from this girl's heart as she seduced her Master.''
 * =BOTA DANCE=

Killertrees brings his slave out back closing the door and brings her out to the stream to clean herself tyki{KTs} grins and grabs the bota of water from the shop as she follows her Master out to the stream.... Killertrees strips down and jumps into the chilly water and swims around a little bit tyki{KTs} strips her silks off and sets them on a rock beside the stream...she stands in the sunshine and smiles as she watches her master swimming...lifts the bota of spring water and removes the stopper...grinning Killertrees splashes you with some water as he swims in the water tyki{KTs} lifts the bota above her head, adjusting the strap so she can maneuver it, her hips begin to sway...making soft circles...her breasts full and alert...her nipples hardening with excitement...a fire flashes in her eyes... Killertrees floats on his back and watches to see what his kajira is going to do .. he smiles as he watches tyki closely tyki{KTs} arches her back and tips her head back as the water from the bota begins to spill out...down across her shoulders, gliding over her breasts...her other hand caressing her breasts...she gasps as the cold water pours down along her body...her hands splashing the water back up across her breasts before it slides down her taut belly...rivulets of water pouring down her thighs... tyki{KTs} hand caresses her breasts, catching the water as it runs across the fullness of her soft flesh...her hips swirling under the caress of the flowing water... Killertrees smiles and wonders if his girl read his mind this day as she caresses herself as the water flows tyki{KTs} slave heat glistens as the water pours across her mons...dripping gently from her slave lips...tips her head back as she pours the water from the bota more quickly down her body, being surrounded by the cool caress of the water... Killertrees wathces and smiles to his slave tyki{KTs} drops the empty bota behind her...both hands now lifting her breasts to show their fullness...she sinks to her knees in the wet grass beside the stream...her knees spread wide...she arches her back...feeling the warmth of the sun...warming the chill from the water from her body... Killertrees licks his lips as he looks at your breast tyki{KTs} hips thrust forward...her slave heat glistening with the spring fresh water...her musky lips swelling with excitement...she leans back and touches her head to the ground behind her...her arms reaching and grasping for what eludes her...her hands find and seek the warmth of her breasts...fingertips caressing her swollen nipples...her hips rising and falling in thrusts of desire.... Killertrees moves a little closer to the edge of the water and closer to her so he can see her every detal. tyki{KTs} moans as her hands glide down across her belly...reaching up to her thighs...her hands drawing along her thighs to her hips, then gliding down along the inner side of her thigh. tyki's hips thrust upwards again as her hands draw back up along the thighs and caress her moist slave heat...no longer wet with water, but with the stickiness of her desire...she moans as her thighs tremble with her desire....she slowly pulls her body up...lifting her head from the ground....she licks her lips as she gazes on her Master...her hands glide down to her knees but are quickly drawn back up to her slave heat... Killertrees watches you closely as he edges close to you .. he smiles an inviting smile to you tyki{KTs} fingers caress the swollen lips of her love cradle tracing along the lips to her tenderest of spots...her eyes pleading with her Master for his touch...she trembles as he approaches...she moans with her desire.... Killertrees moves a little closer and traces his fingers around your knee and inner thigh tyki{KTs} says, "oooh...Master please use tyki"
 * ===Story Dances:===


 * These dances each tell a story, and each girl's story will be different as she feels these things differently.
 * =Dance of the Virgin=

'This dance was derived from a description of a dance in Dancer of Gor. It describes a virgin who is being presented to the Masters, and knows she is about to be used by them. After this dance is finished she will no longer be a virgin, during the dance she struggles against the fire that burns in her belly and finally surrenders to it.'

tyki{KTs} crawls into the metal cage...she turns with a start as she hears the gate of the cage close behind her...fiery auburn hair cascading over the white silk clutched in her tiny fingers as she holds it closed around her....

tyki{KTs} turns slowly...backing away as she sees the hunger in the eyes of the strong men that surround the cage...she turns with a start as someone reaches through the bars and tugs at the silk....

tyki{KTs} eyes are filled with fear...her shoulders tremble as she stands in the center of the cage...thankful for the bars that protect her from the touch of the Masters....her body quivers beneath the silk...when suddenly her arms are flung wide...as if tugged by unseen bindings...

tyki{KTs} struggles to pull the silk back around her...shamed at her nakedness...she gasps and struggles against the restraints as the white silk sheet is torn from her...and falls from the cage...now coverd only by the collar of a slave girl with a single white ribbon tied to it...and the bells of a slave around her tiny waist...

tyki{KTs} sinks to her knees...trying to escape this exposure...tears springing up in her eyes as she hears the laughter of the Masters....

tyki{KTs} raises her hands above her head...pleading for this not to happen...her auburn hair cascading over her back as the tears shimmer over her cheeks...her head turns quickly...her auburn hair whipping around her shoulders as she hears the crack of a whip and the command of her Master...

tyki{KTs} slowly rises to her feet...her thighs parted...the innocent treasures between her thighs glistening...she closes her eyes and draws her fingers over her gentle curves...slowly...she gasps as if the touch of her fingers burns....

tyki{KTs} knows...Master has trained her for this dance...yest she is not sure she is ready...she draws her fingers up through her hair...lifitng it from her neck as she tips her head back...her hips rolling rhythmically but without assion...perhaps if she just finishes what He taught her...He will let her return to her kennel...away from the piercing gaze of the Masters....

tyki's hips sway to the driving beat...her slave bells beginning to ring...the fie in her belly grows...her arms snake out from her body...she flings her head down in submission to the Masters...her hair whistling through the air....she hears the music swell...her eyes widen as her belly quivers...what is this feeling that stirs within her...

tyki{KTs} lifts her head and looks again at the Master...a fire burns in her green eyes...a desire she has never known before...her firm full breasts rising and falling with each gasping breath...the nipples darkening as they swell and harden like ripe ramberries...

tyki{KTs} paces to the edge of the cage...her breasts parted by the metal bar...her arms stretching out reaching for Master Messick...her fingers enticing Him to approach...

tyki's shaven mons pressed to the metal bar...her hips grinding against the bars which now keep her from seeking the Master's touch...she groans in frustration and turns...spinning as she moves around the edge of the cage...the dance her Master taught her finished....now she dances the fire in her belly...reaching out through the bars to Master DrkSoul...

tyki{KTs} stretches her leg out through the bars...her hips grinding against the bar...it glistens with the fresh slave oils...the sweet oils of her innocence...her hips roll and puls with the fiery need that burns in her belly

tyki{KTs} wraps her firm ivory leg around the bar...her eyes wild with new found passion...tyki{KTs} arches her back...lowering her hair to the floor of the cage as her fingers caress and stroke the soft flesh of her swollen breasts...

tyki{KTs} turns from the bars...and sinks to the cold metal floor of the cage...this can't be happening...this girl is not meant to burn like this...please....let the metal cool the fire....she writhes on her belly against the cold floor...rolling to her back...her hips rising and falling from the floor...her tiny fingers scratching and clawing at the metal...as she fights these feelings...

tyki{KTs} brings her tiny feet to her bottom...lifting her writhing hips from the floor...her orchid of pleasure glistening with passion's dew...

tyki{KTs} rises on her knees...no longer kneeling as a tower slave...but as a true passion slave...her thighs parted widely...her heat swollen and flushed...glistening with the oils of passion...

tyki{KTs} caresses her belly...her shoulders shimmying to the music...she lifts her breasts...offering the virgin flesh for the pleasure of Master's....she arches her back and lowers her head to the floor behind her feet...her thighs stretched taut...her heat open and pulsing...pleading to be opened to the Masters as the music fades

tyki{KTs} rises from the Gorean bow and thanks the Masters for allowing her to dance the Dance of the Virgin as she steps from the cage
 * =Sa-eela=

Lure Dance of the Love-Starved Kajira
''This dance is the attempt of a neglected slave girl to call herself to her Master's attention. It begins by expressing her frustrations from being neglected, left in her kennel alone without attention from her master.''

She lies on the tiles, waiting, she draws her right foot along the curve of her left shin...placing it on the cold tiles beside her knee...she rolls to her side, her back arched...her delicate right hand gliding along the curve of her hip to her waist...

She draws herself up on her knees...her thighs widely spread, she slowly arches her back...her hands caressing the sweetness of her slave belly...drawing circles up and around her full breasts...her head rolling back as she feels the desire that fills her...

She sinks back to the chill of the tiles, rolling onto her back...her small hands clenched in tight fists at her sides...striking the tiles as she struggles with the unfulfilled desires within...her head tossing from side to side...

Her fingernails scratching on the tiles as her hands open and close...she tries to control her frustration...she rolls about the floor, tortured in her longing for her Master's slightest touch...she arches her head back...a fire burning in her pleading eyes...as she lifts herself on her arms...

She rises on her hands and knees and crawls...her breasts swaying gently in their fullness between her arms...she rises to her feet and puts out her hand...feeling the wall that confines her...separating her from her Master...she turns...her hair falling across her shoulders

She frantically traces around the walls that surround her...hoping to find an escape...finally in frustration she sinks to her knees...burying her face in her hands...knowing her innermost consuming need to be touched is not to be satisfied...she lowers her head and hands to the floor in defeat...and sobs...

She lifts her head...her eyes widen in surprise...a line of tears streaking her cheeks...she rises to her feet...her body trembling...she has been summoned...she holds her head high...her sweetly rounded belly taut...her ankle bells ringing softly as she glides across the room...freed from her confinement...

Her eyes sparkle with the fire of the overwhelming desire within her...a trembling smile on her luscious red lips...her hands lifting and caressing her long auburn hair...she sinks to her knees with her ankles crossed, her thighs spread wide before her Master...

Her slave heat glistens with the dew of her frustrated desire to please...now is the moment to show her master the heat of the collared she-sleen within her...

The kajira glides the backs of her hands along her thighs...up over her hips...around the curve of her waist...turning her wrists she lifts and caresses her full breasts bringing them to her moist lips and licking them...as she rises up on her knees arching her back...her deep green eyes gazing upon her Master begging him to allow her to please him...

Her hands glide up along her neck, fingers trailing about his collar on her neck...she knows he owns her completely...her only desire is to please him...her hand lifts her hair exposing the delicacy of her neck, then softly falling softly back across her shoulders...

Her deep green eyes aflame with desire, she leans forward on her left elbow, her tongue drawing across her full red lips, her hips softly rolling begging for her Master, her desire to please pulsing through her body...she arches her neck as she rolls back to the floor, her toes pointed, belly drawn tight, her feet drawn up, her back arches, hips lifting from the floor

Her feet drawn up close as her back arches her knees spreading, her heat blossoming in the fullness of its desperate desire, she lifts her head from the floor as she presses her hands against the floor her body gracefully arched and fully opened for her Master's pleasure, her auburn hair gliding across her shoulder hanging loose ...

She softly loosens the bow and rolls forward to her knees as she collapses to the floor, turning to her Master, her hair clinging softly to her glistening shoulders, her back arched as she reaches up, her fingers curling as she pleads...totally consumed in her desire to please him This is a story dance. It tells the tale of a freewoman on Gor. The dance begins with her capture when her city, or a caravan she is in, is raided by Warriors. She is captured, stripped and collared. The latter portion of the dance is about her coming to realize that she is not only a captive, but an imbonded slave. She fights the bondage of the chain, but as the Master draws the chain shorter throughout the dance, she accepts her role as slave and in the end revels in her total submission to the Master who holds the chain. This dance requires the Master to participate in the dance...as she dances, he gradually shortens the length of chain, drawing her ever closer to him...a handful of chain at a time, until she is at his feet.
 * =Capture and Chain Dance=

The kajira wraps Master's cloak around her shoulders as if they were robes of concealment...a bit of silk covers her face...her eyes flicker in the firelight...her knees tremble as she recalls the days when she was a freewoman...

Her eyes show the terror as the caravan is beseiged by raiders...with small quick steps within the flowing cape she attempts to flee...she stops short holding out her hands to ward off the Warrior who would be her captor...

She turns and flees, but then he is before her again...terror in her eyes...she must find escape...her robes of concealment are heavy and slow her escape...

She feels the warrior's hand on her shoulder...she has not escaped...she is now his captive...she falls to her knees...hands clasped above her head...she pleads for her life and her freedom

She gasps as he pulls the silk veil from her face...tears running down her cheeks...he pulls away the cloak...she kneels before him exposed as a naked captive...

The captive kneels in the sand pit...numb and confused...hands trying desperately to cover her exposed body...she lifts her head and looks about...rises to her feet...as if unaware of the chain...she slinks away from the Warrior to make good her escape...but she is suddenly stopped as the chain pulls the collar tight against her slender neck...

Her hands rise along her body...till her finger tips touch the collar around her neck...her face puzzled at the restraint...she moves to the right, then to the left...but can get no further from the warrior...she turns and sees the Warrior and terror crosses her face...she realizes she is his captive...

She moves towards the holder of the chain...tentative steps...pleading for her release...then turns again and renews her attempt to escape...

She turns and grasps the chain...drawing herself hand over hand along the chain...the slack dangling from her collar down between the valley of her full breasts....gently caressing her sweet slave belly...she pleads for release...

She shakes her head...denying her reality...she drops the chain to the floor as if burned by its touch...she attempts to flee in yet another direction...but she can not even get as far away as before...she becomes frantic...

She circles around the Master...accepting that she is his captive, but not yet submitting to the chain...she circles around him...staying at the end of the chain...reaching out beyond the reach of the chain she beseeches others to help her to escape...

Her fingers splayed open, longing for freedom etched across her face....certainly someone will help her escape this captivity...her hair tosses wildly around her shoulders as she frantically seeks someone to rescue her...

She holds the chains in her hands, feeling the strength of her bondage...she sinks to her knees...she brings the chain to her lips and tentatively kisses it...her tongue gently flicking across its cold hard surface...

She draws the cool hard steel of the chain across her full breasts, caressing her soft skin with the chain...she begins to feel the reality of her bondage....following the chain she crawls on her belly to her Master's feet...writhing along the cool tiles...

She presses her lips to his feet...kissing and licking them with her moist hot tongue...rising to her knees she lifts the chain at her collar...fiery passion burning in her eyes...her hands reach up caressing his leg...she presses her flushed cheek against his thigh...

She spreads her knees wide and arches her back in a deep bow...her head drops back to the tiles...her hands rest on the tiles...her palms open and turned up to her Master....her love cradle open and inviting...the chain draping along her delicate neck and over her chin to her lips....

She kisses and licks the chain at her lips...accepting she is slave and submits herself openly to her Master...quivering with her desire to serve him totally

Again these are Just examples. Doing a dance should be done from the depth of a kajira's very soul. Be creative, put your own personality and touch upon what you are trying to express and most of all have fun with the dances. Which will be a requirement to move through your silks. Though here on the islands girls wear barkcloth skirts most of the time. A dance is something beautiful, it relates every need a kajira has. It is a slave's way of showing without words what she feels for a Master or her Master. More will be added later as more dances are done.