In the dance I had power. In the dance I was beautiful. I
saw delight in the eyes of men. I heard gasps of admiration. To be sure, I was of a body
type, that of the natural woman, short-legged and well curved, that tends to be attractive
to Gorean men, and I think my face, which some had told me was delicate and sensitive, and
lovely and intelligent, which so easily betrayed my emotions, may have been pleasing to
them, but I think there was more to it than these things. Had it been merely a matter of
face and figure I do not think the effect would have been the same. Many things were
doubtless involved. One, of course, was that it was a slave who danced. The dancing of a
slave is a thousand times more sensuous than that of a free woman because of the
incredible meanings involved, the additional richness which this furnishes, the explosive
significance of this comprehension, that she who dances is owned, and, theoretically,
could be owned by you. Too, she is naked, or scantily clad, and is bedecked in a barbaric
manner. This speak of reality and savagery, of ferocity, and beauty and barbarism, and of
the fundamental meaningfulness of the male/female relationship, that of master to slave.
The dancing of the female before the male, that she be found pleasing and he be pleased,
is one of the most profound lessons in all of human biology. Others are when she kneels
before him, when she kisses his feet, when she performs obeisance, when she know herself
subject, truly, to his whip. Another is when she is seized in his arms, imperiously, and
crushed to him. Too, I think in this dance I was also as successful as I was because of
the sort of woman I was, one who possessed deep female needs, and profound passions. I was
ready, even at that time, as I now realize, to have the relentless torches of men set to
the tinder in my belly, that slave fires might be lit there, thence by service, submission
and love, my condition as slave, and the commands and touches of men, to be fanned,
whether I willed it or not, to my dismay and joy, into open conflagrations. But I think,
too, more simply, that there are skills involved, and that I was an excellent dancer, even
at that time.
Dancer of Gor, page 193
**List of Dances**
Though this is a list of the classical Gorean dances please remember
that all dances come from the heart, the mind, and the belly of the slave who performs
them. Do not be afraid to move outside of the standards to express yourself. Inside every
slave there is a dancer just waiting to be born and this girl prays that her information
might spark that flame into existence for others. Wishing you well..
..nyxmyst