Capture Dance

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Capture Dance

" 'Do you know, ultimately,' I asked, 'who will prove to be your one best trainer?'
'No, Master,' she said.
'You, yourself,' I said, 'the girl herself, eager to please, imaginative and intelligent, monitoring her own performances and feelings, striving lovingly to improve and refine them. You yourself will be largely responsible for making yourself the superb slave you will become.' "
John Norman, Savages of Gor, p. 210

"Things do not change; we change."
Henry David Thoreau

arani wrote this dance as a gift for her second Master on His birthday, and performed it for the first and only time a week after He gave her to Someone else. It is a very personal story that tells how she came to be His slave, and surrendered to Him. she presents it here as she danced it then, using the name that she wore when she was His property.

arrah enters the room wrapped in a thick fur, she runs lightly about the perimeter of the room, azure eyes darting about her with interest. In her mind's eye she is on tarn-back, strapped behind her Master as He flies over the snowy wasteland, the frigid air bites into what little flesh peeks through the fur wrapped around her. Suddenly the tarn makes a quick course change, she grabs for her Master but feels herself slipping, she is too startled even to scream as she slides off and falls through the air.

arrah crumples in a heap on the floor, she remains there for a long ehn before she opens her eyes and lifts her head to look around her. Crystal blue eyes open wide with shock and fear as she realizes her plight, she rises quickly to her knees and pulls the fur around her tighter. Slender arms raise in supplication to the skies, she covers her face with her hands and slender shoulders shake as she sobs silently.

arrah jerks her head up as she hears a crunching in the snow behind her, she sees a shadow looming over her and turns to see the massive form of a Man towering over her. She jumps to her feet with joy.....this Man will take her to her Master. She is stopped short by the strong hand on her shoulder, the fur is pulled roughly from her shoulders and He is now able to see all of her as she shivers violently from cold and fear. She glances up to Him and quickly casts her eyes automatically to His boots.

arrah watches the Stranger nod silently to Himself, she hears the click as a leash is attached to her collar. she begins to run as she tries to keep up with His long strides and follows Him for some distance until finally a large building looms in the distance, she smiles and knows that warmth is ahead. she follows the Man inside and stops as He throws her furs aside to inspect her more fully. she feels His icy blue eyes bore into her as His large hands run dispassionately over smooth flesh.

arrah feels her body instinctively respond to the touch of a Master, she turns inviting azure eyes to Him and arches her back slightly to offer herself for His use. her eyes widen as she is instead led out of the room and through winding passages to the slave pens, she is pushed to the floor and tilts her pretty head up as she listens. her eyes widen in disbelief as she hears His words.....she is to be a common tavern slut, a part of His chain.

arrah trembles slightly as she listens to Him--she is a trained pleasure slave, she is not used to serving in this fashion. then she automatically casts her eyes to the floor and whispers "yes Master"........she hears His boots on the stones as He leaves her to ponder her fate and wait to be summoned. she darts azure eyes around her as she studies her new surroundings, not so different from what she has been used to. she curls up in a corner of her pen to dream of her former Master.

arrah jumps to her feet as she hears the summons, she takes a deep breath to prepare herself for what lies ahead. she is taken to a large room circled by tiny candles, the smell of paga and blackwine redolent in the air. she is thrown to her knees on the serving furs to await the bidding of Any, she peeks up nervously to see her Savior watching her. she blushes and glances quicky down, then her head comes up again quicky as she hears a masculine voice call to her.

arrah springs to her feet and moves to do the Master's bidding, she moves almost automatically about her task and glances over her shoulder to the Man she serves. Suddenly fearful of what may come, she kneels before Him with His drink and then gratefully rises and returns to the furs when dismissed. Then her thoughs are interrupted by another Voice, that of her new Master, and she leaps to her feet to serve Him.

arrah turns her eyes back to see Him watching her, inspecting her movements. she feels the dwindling fire in her belly suddenly flare to life, she realizes what she has been saved from and feels her slave's heart fill with gratitude for this handsome Master who has saved her and given her a new home. her movements begin to show the love she is starting to feel for this Man, her new Master.

arrah moves with graceful strides toward the Man who now owns her, with each airy stride she feels her belly burn brighter. she gazes at Him with feverish eyes as she suddenly yearns to give her all to the Man who has saved her from certain death. she melts to her kneel at His feet and offers Him not only His drink but her very being...her body, her heart, her soul, her mind....she belongs to Him now, fully, in every way.......she is content.

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