GOREAN SHORES FESTIVAL - 2005
Dances - kajira
Best first performed dance
orli{GS}
*girl rises from her place within the
Tavern….leaving the comfort of the serving furs and moving through the
room….weaving around those gathered on silent footfall…damp palms sway
effortlessly at her side as she reaches to place a hand over her belly…..feeling
the nervous fires roaring deep within…….
…….swallowing hard….trying to muster some wetness into her parched mouth as she
stands before all…her toes digging into the warm sand of the pits in the center
of the Tavern…..with a soft smile lighting up her entire face….she turns her
ebony gaze to the musicians…..seeing them poised and ready she dips her chin
only slightly to signal to them that she is nearly ready……
…….she eases down to her knees….feeling them sink into the gritty
earth…..lowering her chest to her torso and wrapping her arms around her
knees…..tucking her head in tight….she sits there…cocooned into herself…….nearly
a ehn goes by before the flutes begin….low and soft….as the girl……slowly
emerges…….
…….her head beginning to roll softly from one side to another as she begins to
feel the music…one arm unwrapping from around her and sweeping out….trailing
over the sand…..the other arm doing the same…moving in opposite motions…she
lifts her head…….growing as her need grows with knowledge….like a butterfly that
has just emerged from her spidery web….resting no longer she rises to her
feet….the need to learn and grow strong….growing stronger within her…..her hands
reaching to her slave belly and softly caress…feeling the fires begin to
burn…and her need…growing…….
…….long slender finger tips begin to brush over the silks….a reminder of her
need as a white silk slave…..moving through the fire pit with slow sensual
movements….remembering what it was like to need ….to attain more….to move
forward….to be pleasing…hips flowing softly as her hands move like beautiful
extension of herself…..sooty lashes lowered to her cheeks as she feels the
message of the flutes song and continues to dance…….
…….the hollowed sound of a distant drum stops her suddenly upon the sands…her
lashes lifting as she feels the struggle within….the test of her need….her body
jerking from side to side….her hair more wild not as it shifts and resettles
only to be shifted again….chocolate tresses wisping onto her face…tickling…..the
frustration the disappointment…the sound of the flutes raining strong once
again….her jerking motions stopping as she caresses hungry lil hands over
herself….touching the yellow silks that now barely cover those straining hips…….
…….girls movements light and sensual once again….her hands trailing up over
herself as she looks to the crowd….a slow smile creeps across her face….tugging
the corners of her perfectly pink lips upward into a seductive smile…a hungered
smile…..a needy smile….her movements becoming more insistent…..still graceful
and full of beauty….but more sexual…hands caressing as her feet continue to move
through the sand….her ebony eyes deepening as she dips her chin and stares with
a hungered gaze…fingers clutching the edge of her silks as she lifts them with
soft tiny thrusts…..
…….her hips rolling softly and sensually……her full ample breasts bouncing as she
moves…..the sound of the drum beat begins again……far off….distant….but
consistant and never waning…..not getting her needs met….she dances
harder….faster…her hands betraying her as she caress over her slave sex…..her
breasts….her head lifting as her head falls back….dropping to her knee's…her
heart pounding hard in her chest as she tries to get Master's
attention….frustrated and determined…….
…….her hips rolling in a sexual manner….not normally wanting to show her
eagerness…but so far frustrated she no longer cares….her knees….parting wide for
the first time….feeling the cold air rushing over her heated sex…..exposed…..an
offering to any and all….hands caressing up her sides…over her breasts as she
bounces and sways to the music…the drum beat louder…more intense….building and
building……her hands caressing up to her neck….piling her hair at her crown as
her head falls back exposing the steel binding her throat…….
…..girls head snapping up….a slow deep growl escapes the back of her throat….her
hand dipping between her parted thighs and barely touching dewy petals…the drums
drowning out the sound of the flute…barely audible as she sways nearly out of
control…..the fires burning hard and bright in her belly…knowing they won't burn
out any time soon…knowing she will have to fulfill this need…or at least die
trying……
…….her arms finally wrap around her…..holding still as the drums blaze
onward…loud……hard……fast…her head dropping to her chest once
more…..defeated….this time…….knowing her need rages on deep inside her slave
self….needy for many things…knowledge…attention…..attention from
Master…..knowing she could please Him….she could……..~
Most imaginative and best dance red silk slave
try'sta {A}
~*~Rising to her feet as she moves
to the sand pits, her dress that of the Tahari.. the loose pants billow slightly
as she walks, the soft tinkle of slave bells at her ankle sound throughout the
Tavern. A soft smile shadowed by the thin veil over full rich lips, her eyes
hidden by the dark lashes as she glances to the Men, Their slaves kneeling...a
changing form as she kneels down.. a cool shiver runs down her spine as she
reaches forward and caresses the sand, its rough texture against her creamy
flesh.. she awaits the first beat of the drums..~*~
~*~Heart pounding as she hears the sudden BOOM, like thunder rolling across the
sky.. her breathing increases, she closes her eyes and the Tavern sounds melt
away...opening her eyes, a camp in the Tahari.. she is surrounded by Men, leering
at her...springing forward she twists her body, gathering her bearing.. seeing
the hot sun beaming down upon her.. the harsh environment.. she feels a Man jerk
her forward off her knees.. an angry glare is thrown His way before she scrambles
to her feet...spinning away from Him, her dark curls fan out, she is caught by
another Man. Growling she pushes Him away from her...tossed about by Men's hands
grabbing her body...~*~
~*~Crying out in surprise as one Man slaps her across the face...struggling
against His body, a sweat forming on her brow as she fights desperately to
escape Him. Eyes wild with fear as she frees a hand and slaps Him hard across
the face...flung to the sand she feels a pain sear through her, hot anger rises
in her...she will not submit to Him...she is her own.. how dare He treat her so.
Crouching she awaits to jump Him, the laughter of the Men ringing in her
ears.. humiliation hangs above her like the storm that brews within her, like the
beast that she is, she snarls. The Men close in on her...shrinking back,
intimidated, nostrils flare with each breath as looks about her, trying to find
an escape...~*~
~*~Seeing nothing, she is lifted up and thrown at a Man's feet...a leather thong
placed on each wrist...shaking her head, she won't...pulling away...the Men let
her rise and try to find freedom, a dance between puppet and puppeteer, a tug
every now and again forcing her to lose her balance, her exhaustion
showing...a slow burn spreading through her body as she wants to kneel.. to give
in to Them.. to Him...ever watchful of the Men that control her arms, yanking her
arms away from her body, a shadow cast behind her on the hot sand.. vulnerable and
open she tries to gain back some control.. but it is lost...~*~
~*~A swift foot goes behind hers and she drops to her knees, no more fight left
within her, a mere beast to these Men.. a Man's world. Swallowing hard.. her
pride, her control...she slowly leans forward....the leather thongs slack as she
makes the choice to extend her arms before her....her fingers splay, her
submission move evident.. her body heaves against the sand, scratching her
flesh....full breasts press firmly to the ground, her cheeks red.. the soft pants
as she exhales, trying to get her breath back.. awaiting Him...~*~
~*~Waiting an ihn, she looks up at Him...His body towers over hers, desire
begins to pulse through her as she knows He will master her...force her
submission...put her slavery to every test...blinking back tears that threaten
to spill over...Pulled back from the world, suddenly aware of her surroundings,
she hears the silence of the Tavern, only the steady beating of the drum heard.
Lifting her arms up as she remains kneeling, crossing at the wrist, head held
high and tawny orbs lowered...her submission complete. Breathing hard as she
whispers...barely audible... "La Kajira"~*~
~*~Smiling softly as she rises up from the sand pit...brushing off the grains of
sand.. others stuck to her from the sweat...a glisten under the light as she pads
back to the slave furs...the gentle curves of the girl enhanced as she sways her
hips, the ko`lar she bears so proudly...it's polished silv`r gleams at her
neck...joining her sisters she settles quietly~*~
Most entertaining
nayyirah(P)
the slave sinks into the sands…her
ebony locks like black silk shining in the light….she is shaking, shivering, her
arms go about herself as if to keep the cold that is within her very soul from
taking over, as she knows she would then be lost forever into the darkest of
places, never to return as her memories assail her.
the kalika strums lightly, solitary, just like her….a slender hand goes to her
throat and a sob escapes her as she feels the collar she wore for so long no
longer there……she keens, in rhythm to the sounds of the music as her body rocks
side to side, tears falls from her soft dark eyes, making trails of silver along
her cheeks, but she does not notice..
the kaska beats, an exact match to her heart thump…thump….thump slow,
aching, she sways dizzily as her emotions are raw, and she rises unsteadily, to
stand feeling her body but a wraith as her soul is no longer there, ripped from
her…moving now to the music, her body twirls, her hands clutching at her aching
heart, wishing to rip it out and toss it away, to no longer feel such pain, to
have lost the Master she adored.
her lithe form looking so helpless, her tears flowing, but her body moves as the
slave within responds to the music…a flute joins in, it’s sound bittersweet,
like herself, a kajira, one who was near death in her loss, as only a true
kajira could feel such sorrow when she gives her all to One, only to have it
ripped away..
she moves urgently now….her hands out, palms up, begging, pleading for this to
not be so, her slender legs carry her racing about the sands as if chasing that
which she lost, stumbling, and falling to her knees, her head lowers,
dark, midnight hair float about her as her sobs are released, the music swells,
overpowering it’s it own darkness, sensing her very being and loss.
she breaths deeply, rounded breasts rise and fall as she tries desperately to
regain control, her mind screaming… “ you are kajira, you are to be pleasing, to
be beautiful always”…..and once more she rises, this time her red lips part and
her pink tongue licks at them, her eyes dark in sorrow, but she dances, she
dances as never before, her body flying around the sands, kicking up sparkling
bits, her beautiful form twisting this way and that, her hips gyrating, her ass
sways as she slows the pace, panting hard.
her face lifts once more, trying to hold herself proudly, but all can see she is
broken inside, her eyes showing everything…she knows not how to continue, to
have given so totally and lost….moving upon her toes, she spins in lil
pirouettes, one arm lifted over her head, the other clutching her slave belly,
her actions not lost as her grief is there to see, but her dance is poignant,
beautiful, and elegant, full of grace, as she moves now with a sure pace.
no matter her feelings, she knows she is slave, she is to serve, she is to be
pleasing, she is not allowed the luxury of her broken heart and spirit, she must
be the true kajira she is….twin tabors beat now, loud, urging, demanding of her,
she knows only she must dance, she must show her beauty as required, she is not
to be anything but perfection.
her hands twine over her head as she starts to spin, hands fluttering, twisting
together, her face beautiful as her head tilts back slightly, her slender throat
exposed, the pulse beating there swift, the tears still flowing down her cheeks,
leaving their silver trails, but her dancer’s body moves, and as she steps out
of the spin, she lunges to one side, hands out as if beckoning to a Master, then
to the other side, pleading, begging, is she still able to live and be found
pleasing she wonders deep inside
again the kaska seems to take over, thump…thump…thump….beating faster now as if
to show her heart may not be stopped, she may be wishing it would, but she is
slave, she is not allowed, she must push the pain which hurts so terribly and
rips through her like a hot knife twisting inside her, pushing it away,
demanding of her.
she leaps in the air, legs scissoring, then once more and again, her hair flying
out behind like a dark cloud, her small waist twists slightly with each move,
making her hips writhe slightly and landing with a light step, shapely legs
straining as she moves faster, as if to drive the demon inside her out, to
remove the pain within.
she feels the pain will always be there of her loss, but finally she
understands, she MUST continue on, to do anything else would not to be who and
what she is…kajira.
her tears still flow, her sobs are soft, her pain is there, but now she knows,
she will survive…and with a final leap into the air as the music ends with a
clash of cymbals…she lands upon her knees, bends forward at the waist, and
places her forehead to the sands her arms before her, to await her fate and what
time shall bring…..and then!!!, once more!!!...Another comes along……….
she is now the property of Another, One so handsome and wise, whose very look
makes her quiver with need, and all her instincts awaken to please Him totally,
as He owns her now, mind, body and soul!! Her doe-like eyes soft as she smiles,
feeling the life inside her burning hotly once more!!
“la kajira”
