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Submission Dance
"Submission
Dance Performed for the girl's true Master, each dance is
different and unique, as is each Freeperson. 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."
Dancer of Gor (pg. 190)
the girl darts into the sandpit... a primal beat accompanying her racing steps ... wild mane of fire hair flying behind her... green eyes wide with fear. Her silks are half torn from her body, flutter about her form. The panic is clear on her face as the Hunter draws near. She darts one way and then another, frantically searching for a place to hide.
she dives forward upon the sand in a clash of cymbals, tossing her hair from her face.... chest heaving to the pounding beat, she crawls forward, body pressed to the ground, slinking like a stalking feline. She crouchs low in her hiding place, trembling with fear. Tense, she cautiously lifts up, cocking her head as she listens... the Hunter is close.
she cries out in fear as her Hunter... the one who would be her Master... sees her hiding spot. She leaps up in another clash of cymbals - fast as a thought she flees... seeking shelter - finding none. She looks over her shoulder to see that the Master treads up upon her shadow.... she fears the Hunter's mind.... for even in her panic, she knows that He is playing with her.
she turns and twists, leaping to the side... body cavorting in the air as she dodges the Hunter... His breath hot upon the nape of her neck. She summons all her wit and speed to escape... only to turn and see her efforts fail. Then, she is brought hard to the ground, clashing cymbals mixing with her cry of rage and fear... rolling from her belly to her back over and over, attempting to fend off the Master who has captured her. The drum beats as fast as her pounding heart.
she writhes her body on the ground... heart beating a wild tango tothe instinctive struggle between male and female. Body undulating, the Master pins her hands above her head. She bucks her hips up in an effort to dislodge Him.... twisting and turning... He presses her body down with his.
she shakes her head, denying the words He says to her, whimpering her fear that He is right. Her body throbs in the need force from her by the Master.... hips grinding to the sand... Then she archs her head up... His hand entangled into her hair, He seeks her parted lips, kissing her resisting form until she resists no more.
she archs her trembling body as the Master claims her with a kiss... instinctive arousal coursing through her... arching her body more, pressing up to him... the animalistic needs urging her on... she slides her hands to her sides, palms up... thighs parting wide to reveal the hot need of her glistening slave's heat as her body shifts to sula-ki.. hips lifting up.....
she moans low, wet lips parted in the fierce want brought on by the Hunter... she fights it and loses... and then... is freed by the Master... She kneels up, body throbbing from her chase... the struggle... the capture... forcing her to acknowledge her need to submit to him... she looks up at the Hunter now standing over her... all is silent save the soft gasps of the kajira upon the sand.
she gives a helpless cry as she bends to the Masters unspoken demand... she kneels tall, parting her thighs for his pleasure... back arched to offer up her breasts to Him. She raises crosses wrists to Him as she bows her head... submitting to her Master... acknowledging that He owns her... body and soul.
she holds her submission pose for a long moment, panting hard
as she regains her composure. Her green eyes sparkle as she
lowers her hands to rest in open submission upon her parted
thighs... a smile playing about her parted lips. She bows her
head as her Dance of Submission comes to a close.
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