How to start this, well lets begin with when a kajira dances she puts her whole soul, mind, everything she is into the dance.
First when preparing a dance, it is the decision of which you would like to do, whether it be a dance of beauty, lure, seduction, need, capture or story, it is with in you to bring the dance to life.
Doing a dance for a Master or Mistress has to come from the deep burning and desire and love you have for your owner, the love you have in being a slave, and for those you wish to please.
First select the dance, whether whip, chain, pole, need, slave girl, belt, tether, sa eela, bead or one of the other many there are of the gorean dances.
I ask would you to do a little research, read a dance first, find someone that you admire that dances or someone that teaches them, also find out what the dance you select means. Ok an example lets take the chain dance it is the story of capture whether it is of the Free Woman taken in a raid from a high bridge of a city, or a girl captured by slaves as she wanders the lonely road on errands for her owners, it is of a slave being bound and chained either singularly or on a chain of slaves, hence the name chain dance.
This is what I mean find out the meaning behind the dance, read the books there are many sites now that actually have the dances from the books on them and can read them, also read dances from other girls watch other girls, get suggestions, BUT NEVER, NEVER, NEVER as I have said before DO NOT ever take someone elses dance. Think of it as copyright infringment.
Another thing I might suggest is put on some music and loose yourself in it and feel the dance and see yourself in it dancing before your Master/Mistress, preforming for many, see the movements and when finished, play the music again and put down the ideas you have on paper on what you would do here or there with that music....
Now the first part of the dance I call the preparation go prepare for the dance explaining what you are wearing and adnored with and then taking your position....Next is the start the beginning of the music the setting the scene and the rythmn of the music.....Thirdly this is the middle of music the story and movement being inticing and capturing to the audience, the fever....Fourth this is showing submission and longing for the Master/Mistress giving of yourself....and finally the end giving and showing your total submission for those you serve ending in a fashion of exhaustion I recommend to finish the dance crawl before your Master or if a tavern girl finishing in the middle of the tile and whisper la kajira, meaning i am slave, giving an indication that you have finished.
Another suggestion and one I tell the girls I teach that a good idea for length is no shorter than 7 posts and no longer than 13, there are a cpl of the dances you might have to use 13 but I have sat through a cpl that were like 21 and 30 posts, I think everyone fell asleep or ended up talking to each other, need to keep the audience or your owner captivated.....I wish you luck in your dance and desire to please through the art of dance.
*she moves to the wall where the whip that is used for dancing hangs, reaching she hesitantly, knowing the power it has, taking it in to her soft hands, feeling the leather in her palms, she shivers at the thought of it carressing her silken flesh, the cruel bite it has when and if she is displeasing.*
*as she moves to the center of the room she uncurls it and runs it across her other palm, the rough leathery skin skimming the seemingling adding to her excitement. she pulls it up with a quick flick of her wrist and a crack is heard ringing through the tavern, the echo deafening making the other girls flinch and jump as her eyes survey the patrons, and she sinks to her knees, and spreading her thighs wide she leans back arching her back and letting her shining red locks carress the tile, taking her arms over her head the leather settles to the floor above her head,looking like a serptine of leather, taking in a deep breath as she pauses briefly as the music begins to linger about the room,*
*the melodious tones drift to her, she hears the rythmn of her now quickening heart, as she begins to move her arms in waves, slowly swaying her shoulders and her hair bushes the floor back and forth to the rythmn of the drums, she brings one of her arms up so she can see the whip above her face and she lowers it to her body her gaze follows the whip and the leather strips lick at her flesh, and she pulls it down to move over her large breast and she she rises to kneel upright and the leather strands fall down over her belly and kisses her silken legs,*
*she hears the bellow of the Masters voice to remove her garment, she stiffens a little, then raising the free hand to her knot on her shoulder tugging at it her silks float down around her knees, she knows that if she had not she would fell the power of the whip she held, raising the whip again over her belly loving the leather hoping and dreaming that this is the only way she will feel the touch of the leather, eyes closing at the quick sensations coursing through her ever hungering body, the strands brush her flesh lightly, and her moans of pleasure are heard as the kiss of the leather on her skin heightens her senses,*
*she lowers the whip quickly to rest against her belly and rolling her head from side to side rocking her body with the movements the music gives, her heart beginning to throb in a quick rythmic mood, she lowers the whip and she quickly pulls the whip around from side to side and the sting of the leather on her flesh is felt on both hips and bottocks, and she whimpers at the feeling, knowing all to well with the touch of a Masters hand the kiss could be more severe, knowing all to well that this is a dance of pleasure and submission the whip her Master*
*rising to her feet she turns little circles, the whip as if following her moves around with her she runs in small circles, around the floor, she moves her hand up and bringing it down and it send a ringing craaaaaaaaack throughout the tavern the echo lingering in her ears, she stops as if an unknown force is before her, and turns and moves the other way as if trying to run from the kisses of the leather from the unknown force that presues her, and again she raises her hand and a loud thunder craaaaaaaack echos off of the walls and she stops hands before her as if to beg mercy, her pretty features pleading with the whip*,
*her heart pounding, her flesh glistering moisture, she sinks in to her knees and she lowers her face to the floor, kneeling in submission to her unseen Master, and with a swift movement of her hand she brings the whip back over her back and she whimpers and cries out, she tosses the whip to the side, briefly looking at the now still whip she crawls to it kissing the leather, and she lays her hands out, turns her cheek to the left side and gives into it in complete submission*
*la kajira*
~chain dance~
*walking to the centre of the room she coils a heavy chain, she walks away from the chain and returns wearing a long floor length rob. , She stands with her back to the chain and pulls the cloak about her face ,till only her eyes can be seen.*
*She hears and feels the rythmn of the beat of the drums, she sways sideways and back again moving around the chain still with her back to it, avoiding looking at what she fears, moving away waving her hands about , as if she is seeing an unknown force that draws her to the chain*
*She turns and faces the chain, and her hand drops the cloak from her face, and her eyes widen at the sight of the chain , she spins around and around as she twirls herself in a circling motion about the chain , drawing closer, the cloak is thrown to the ground and she spin and she sways to the music, her arms sprial upward as she turns above her head and she falls to the ground with her wrist crossed above her head and lands on the chain.*
*picking up the chain in her hands she twists it around her wrists, and rises to her knees , bending backwards she pulls the chain between her thighs and she wriths with agony and the pull of the chain on her wrists, her hair brushes the floor above her head and again , in a circular motion she pulls the chain above her head and rolls over on her belly and the chain twists around her in a capture of her soul, and she is bound and her arms lay above her head wrists crossed and her legs lay out behind her ankles crossed in full submission to the chain and the Master that has won her soul and mind.*
~pole dance~
*kneeling before her Master, and pulling a piece of silk 6ft in length, kneel before him she holds out the silk and says * Master, will you tie this to leias wrist at one end please,*
Master leia has a gift for You, a gift that leia thought she would never do, or give, the gift is the pole dance, the most seductive of all the dances, she wants to show her total submission to You, may leia now go to the pole please Master and do her dance,
*rising , she has about her waist tiny slave bells and around her left ankle as well, she adorns the silvery white silks she wears proudly, her red hair falls around her shoulders like a casscading waterfall, some wisp of hair fall gently in her eyes, and as she pads across the tavern tiles to the pole , the floor beneath her is cool to the touch, which will become warm as she starts her dance of desire*
*standing before the pole she attaches the other end of the silk around the pole , to signify her being bound there , the pole her Master, and that He has her captured*
*she turns her back to the pole , as if in defiance to the Master, and walks out the length of the silk , her arm is extended, and with her back to the pole she kneels,*
*with the rymthm of her heart , like the sound of an ancient drum she throws her head back , pulling hard against the silk she tries to pull her body forward as wishing a release from the bind, bending back over her thighs her hair brushes the floor, pulling and struggling against the silk *
*raising her upper body up to the rythms being played, she feels the tug and she slides her knees back and with the looseness of the silk , in a snake like manner rises to her feet, turning quickly around and looking to the pole , she grasps her wrist with her other hand and she steps sideways with her left foot swaying , her hair swaying around her face, and gain she taking her foot back and with her right she sways to the side and steps jerking her head and her hair circles around to hit her in the face, *
*circling her head around she slowly hand over hand pulls on the silk , coming closer to the pole , touching the pole with her hands she slides them up and down it , wrapping her arms and a leg around it in a sudden movement as if being pulled to her Master, and she places her cheek to the pole and then rubbing her face over it she kisses it tenderly, *
*dropping her leg and raising her left hand to her silks , she unties them and they float to the fall, washing around her ankles in a pool, again in a sudden movement , she throws her body against the pole grabbing it firmly and sliding down it , her precious flower becomes expose to it she rubs against the pole leaving a silvery trail that shows evidence of her desires , and the longing for her Master ,*
*her knees astride the pole she raises her hips to it, and her she leans far back and her body lays between her ankles and she writhes against the pole , feeling a longing for the pleasure she desires to release, no permission is given , for only her Master can give it, she lays there in a heap at the bottom of the pole , skin glisterning and the heavy panting obvious to all as she lies in complete exhaustion*
* she raises herself to her knees, she unties the silk, she touches the pole in respect , giving it a gentle kiss , picking up her silks, she raises her drenched body, and dragging her silks behind her she goes before her Master, and kneels at His feet , and places a kiss to each of His boots , in total submission and respect,*
~tile dance~
*standing and moving to the center of the tiles, she looks around the tavern making a small circle, feeling lost and alone, she stops and looks to her Master, and goes before Him....*
*standing there she looks into His deep pools feeling her self sinking within His deepths, and slowly she raises her hand to her shoulder and pulls on the silken knot that holds her silvery silks in place and it loosens and falls floating to her feet in a pool , and with her foot picks them up and kicks them to Him, and she smiles and her eyes of hazel green stare at Him.*
*she feels the rythmn of desire come to her heart and show her desire of Him, she rocks to and fro, she hair moving back and forth , she drops her head and the red locks drop forward ,cascading over her sholders , she raises her hands to her hair cupping her hands under her hair and raising them behind her head , then scuffing her hair widely , still rocking her body , she feet now lifting off the floor she slides her hands down her body over her round hips and thighs,*
*she rocks her head from side to side matching the movement of her body and she places her hands on His knees, tossing her hair in a circle , and her large breast brush against His legs, and she kneels between His legs on to the cool tile , and she slides her hands up his thighs, and then back along His inner thighs to His knees , her body glistening in sweet, arching her back bending further back, her hair grazing the floor her finger tips still to His knees, her plump ripe breast, swaying in the rythmns of the music as her movement are full and ungulating , her excitement growing stronger as the music grows louder and faster*
*her body falls between her feet , her legs bent back, her arms making the rythms of enticement to Him , her eyes deep with desire, her body splayed out upon the tile for His taking , the music building to a fevored pitch , the bells on her body keeping in time, her body writhing, shoulders shaking , she lifts slightly then back to the floor as in convulsions of love,, pleading with Him to take her and a bang of the drumb and the music stops and she lay there drenched in sweat and passion, her eyes flickering , her breast heaving as she gasps for air, her dance finished, awaits her Masters taking of His slave.*
~scarfe dance or veil dance~
*she disappears through the door of the room that the kajira use to prepare for dances, she moves around and through the trunk for the scarves that are usefor the veil dance, *
*appearing in the door way , she looks around spying her Master, she winks to Him, and smiles brightly, her movement quick and stealth like she moves to the center of the tiles and prepares to dance for Him , she bows to Him , and twirls and the scarves around her swirl out in a rainbow of colour*
*the bells she wears on her wrists , ankles and around her waist , move in rythmn to her body, beginning her dance for Him, she takes a step and she girates her hips to the left , then another step with her toes pointed to the ground she girates to the right, moving in a teasing and enticing way towards Him her body becoming involved in the arousment for Him*
*with her right hand she removes the first of the scarves and she stands before Him, leaning down placing a kiss to His cheek she places it around His neck her bells sounding out the rythmn of music that echos through the tavern, she bends backwards her arms moving in waves of rythmic movement and exotic entrancement she pulls another scarfe free exposing her left thigh , and pulling another as she rises exposing the right she twirls in circles and the scrafes float on a cloud through the air dropping where she dances , moving in front of others as the rythms become wild, showing T/them what her Master owns,*
*pulling another scrafe free she pulls it from her shoulder and it exposes her right breast, shaking her shoulder in excitement and arousing her senses to show her desires, she moves in front of her Master inches from His faces swaying in erotic movements shaking her hips she removes the other from her shoulder exposing her other breast to Him, straddling His legs , she places her hands to His shoulders dancing over Him, her hips to His face, she whispers* Master pull the back scarfe,
*exposing her round bottom , moving down in a snake like manner, crouching, she wiggles her hips in undulating cirlces just above His thighs, leaving one last scarfe to pull , moving up again so her hips face Him she again whispers, *please Master expose Your girl to show what You own,
*feeling the pull of the scarfe she moves up and stand over Him , stepping back dancing and moving in exotic waves before Him , turning in circle long to show herself for all to see, showing her Master His property,*
*stepping up and moving to kneel before Him, her bells sounding out their sounds of rythmns, bending back showing Him His property, she moves in wild movements of pleasure and arousal, writhing her body on the floor , her hair splaying out in a river of red locks behind her head, she glisterns with sweat her breaths are deep and she feels her juices flowing with her, and the excitement of her dance come to a close, her bells fall silent as she awaits her Masters command to come to Him*
nude, save for the dancing bells, she progresses with a serene grace to the center of the room; aqua eyes flit about the room; seeking in desperation for O/others; she stands for a moment and takes a step forward to the door, but stops, something seen and felt only by her seems to impede her way; she begins to move within a perimeter, her hands reaching and drawing back as if looking for an escape; she begins to weep~*
*~she drops to her knees, holding her lil hands out, she begins to swing her hips from side to side, awaiting for One to come and emancipate her from this cage that she has found herself in; her head lifts up as she hears a voice, it calls to her, a smile become visible on her face as she stands and moves hastily toward it; only to find herself still ensnared~*
*~she falls to her knees once more and cries out in anguish; she lowers her pliant body to the stone to lay upon her stomach and thrash her hands against the floor; defeat and pain eats at her soul; she withers on the floor and as she rotates onto her back, again she detects a voice, near at hand this time; she lifts her upper body onto her elbows as she looks, dread is in her eyes as she envisions One advancing with a whip~*
*~she holds her hands extended, brilliant aqua eyes pleading~suddenly~she moves to kneel in the position of the pleasure slave. she lowers her gaze as He comes closer now; she wrenchs and cries out as if struck by the whip, wincing with the unseen lashes of the whip upon her flesh, she listens to His commands, her entire body vibrates with fear~*
*~she offers her slender arms up over her head and crosses her wrists together as if they have been fettered; she stands abruptly, as if told, to her feet, her head is lowered and her feet begin to take small , but rapid steps around the room; she moves as if she is being guided on a leash; her tiny, naked body bent over ~she suddenly falls to the stone as if hurl to it, a faint cry utters from her~*
*~she glances up and concedes to the unseen One that has left her there and she knows now what is demanded of her, what is now commanded of her, she pulls herself up, kneading her wrists that to her are now unbound, her now gentle gaze seeks the room for the One she will dance for and upon seeing Him, a sensuous smile touchs her lips; she feels the music as it fulfils her diminutive body and with elegance, starts her dance~*
*~she begins to sway slowly~dancing in a tight circle~the narrow, yet rounded hips move in a hypnotizing circle and her hands trail intricate designs slowly over her taut belly and upward to her lustful breasts~her full lips part as she tweak her nipples softly to harden them. her eyes close and she slants her head; the blackness of her collar contrasting against the narrow whiteness of her throat, the tempo quickens within her, her passion beseeches to be released~*
*~excitement mounts within her and she descends to her knees upon the cool stone and they part slightly as she leans backward, driving her heat upward, her hands pursue back over her belly with familiarity and down her hips to the touch her velvet thighs, her hips begin to rock up and her head rolls as the heat within her comes to the surface of her inflamed flesh; her trembling hands move closer to the center of her passion as they languidly touch the swollen lips, she cries out and lifts her upper body upward and falls forward; letting her hands fall away from her heat and onto the stone~*
*~her body now claimed with need and desire, she begins to rock back and forth quickly on her hands and knees, her head is swings from side to side with frustration as she tries to hard to entice Him, she lowers to her elbows and places her head to the stone; her bottom raises high and her swollen heat glistens with desire, her rosy nipples brush the floor and she begins to thrust her hips back and forth as sheen forms on her skin with her burning desire; needing, wanting to be taken, Mastered, possessed~*
*~she begins to inch forward; searching, yearning; her nipples sensitive and swollen and her gaze toward the cold stone~she is imflamed with a slaves passion~she pushes herself up to her knees; her tantalizing red lips part as she licks them with her pink tongue and her thighs part wide as her hands reach for her breasts and she cups them hard, squeezing with her need and her hips rock up with the music within her; she is lost in her passion; she moans as she feels the crest of passion building her; suddenly, she leans to her side and rolls onto her back, her feet flat and her knees bent wide to expose her need; she arches her hips slightly off the floor; relinquishing herself to Him as she lays her arms above her head on the floor with her wrists crossed in total submission~*
she promenades out of the slave chambers and steps to the dancing area wearing multitudes of colored binas necklaces about her slim throat. tied also around her slender hips is silver belt to which tiny bells chime out a slave tune as she moves with dignity toward the sand pit; full breasts jiggle with her steps and the torchlights cast a bronze glow upon her skin~*
*~as the music begins within her and her slave heart beats in time with it, she starts to rock her body forward and back on her expanded feet in the sand as her lil hands trace an delicate path over her taut midriff, trailing upward to outline over her breasts to the strand of binas that garnish her neck and lifting a white strand, the color of freedom; she brings them to her red lips, kisses them and she removes them from around her willowy throat, she admires them with aqua eyes delighting in them as if she were free. she discovers the eyes of the room observing her and then realizing she is naked and not free, she remembers her slavery, frighten, looks down at her hands clutching the white binas and abandons them with horror~*
*~she takes a step forward in the sand as she lifts the purple binas, the color of pain, over her head, holding it one hand, she suspends them in front of her face as she rocks her svelte hips, gazing at the purple binas, body swaying to and fro~ then abruptly ~whipping her hand down across her hip with the binas, biting her bottom lip as she lashes her hips and thighs a Master would if she was unfavorable, her feet take flight from the pit, nude body twisting and turning as if she could out run the searing hits, yet, the feel generates a sense of need and desire within her soul and she lifts her hips toward the binas as they strike her tender, white flesh leaving red streaks of longing~*
*~she swiftly makes her way back to the pit and sinking into the sand upon her knees; she discards the purple strand into the sand and her hands lift to fondle the green strand of binas around her neck, the symbol of envy*~*envy for a Master's attention*~
*jealousy rises in her and she holds the green necklace as she ascends it over her trim neck and wads it up in her lil hands, like the sentiment within her; she is aware of it, she crushes it to her taut belly to try to hide the emotion away, yet it scorches still, unable to withstand the heat, she flings the green binas from her in revulsion of her own inadequacy to control her envy~*
*~her breasts heave with her labored breath, and as she glances down, a trembling hand with lean fingers touch the black binas of death, she traces them slowly with her fingertips as she closes her eyes and bites her bottom lip, tasting blood, a tremor of fear slithers across her flesh; standing slowly, she clenches the black binas and pulls at them and she twists her slim body around and falls back onto her knees, struggling and grappling with the black binas as they seem to try to choke her~ suddenly~the black strand breaks, scattering the many single black binas into the sand; her heart drumming as she knows that death has passed her by and a joyous smile curves upon her crimson lips~*
*~she springs to her feet and whirls in a circle, her arms out and her head is back as she dances for gladness that the prick of death she felt not; yet, there is still an hollow feeling within her and lifting her petite hands, touches the blue binas that represents power, the control of a Master, One would own her body, mind and soul; she slowly saunters out of the sand pit to the center of the room and drifting to her knees and with attentiveness, sets the blue binas onto the floor fashioning them into a full circle with her hands; in hopes that He will come and take them as He would take her and as she looks down upon them, reaches to touch the last set of binas~*.
*~red; the color of the heart that holds within it her love; she moans as she looks upon them with adoration; she brings them over her bowed head and holds them to her pink, glowing cheeks as her heart throbs with a feeling of a woman in love; she traces them across to her red lips as she caresses them with kisses and lowering the red binas to her full breasts, she holds them close to her heart as she allows it to hammer out her craving and love into them, she trails the red binas slowly down over her white belly, lower still~*
*~the red binas skim smoothly over her bare mound to titillate the rose petals of her woman's passion; her aqua eyes large and tranquil with longing, her hands pull away the red binas from her heat and she holds them out over the loop of green binas, the color of control and velvety thighs part as she languorously descends the red binas into the center of the green ones, she relinquishes the remaining set of binas and places her hands palms up on top of her thighs; she waits for One that would come take the binas, the One Who would conquer her slave heart, body and mind that will also be the One she will lavish consummate control over her woman's heart and therefore, her love~ *
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Fatmah