Cocoon dance

Anton Dolin,
Photograph courtesy ClipArt.com

Cocoon Dance

"Male slaves on Gor are not particularly valuable, and do not command high prices. Most labor is performed by free men. Most commonly, male slaves are utilized on the cargo galleys, and in the mines, and on the great farms. They also serve, frequently, as porters at the wharves. Still, perhaps they are fortunate to have their lives, even at such a price. Males captured in war, or in the seizure of cylinders or villages, or in the pillaging of caravans, are commonly slain.. . . An exception to the low prices for males generally is that paid for a certified woman's slave, a handsome male, silken clad, who has been trained to tend a woman's compartments. . . . Such men tend to be sold in women's auctions, closed to free men, with the exception, of course, of the auctioneer and such personnel."
John Norman, Hunters of Gor, p. 32

"Conformity is the jailer of freedom and the enemy of growth."
John F. Kennedy

This dance was written by a friend of this girl, a sweet male slave by the name of jawaahir. she knows that many on Gor look down on male slaves, but she thinks it takes a lot of courage for a man to admit that he is submissive.

*his body there...abs held firmly, broad chest pushed outwards, his form perfectly motionless standing...slowly, feeling the soft, soothing embrace of the sweet cold ring clutching his slender neck...the boy's chest heaves slightly, each ripple rising and dropping, feeling himself come to life under the joy and completeness of being mere property to this One...

*the reality of that "click" sets into his mind, his eyes, green fluorescent orbs glowing more brilliant than the sun, floating so high over this planet...a beautiful golden glare, flowing off the new collar on his neck, the light seemingly derived from the heavens, which so graciously delivered the boy to his One...his body shivers as he thrusts his head from side to side, his silhouette reeling from the ecstasy of being Hers...

*the hard balls of his muscles clench, as he gracefully lifts his arms, slowly interlacing his long masculine fingers together he reaches toward the skies...stretching his firm silhouette in an attempt to reach the Priest Kings...then luxuriously the boy's fingers start to wiggle, from side to side in perfect unison with each other...a pulse, like the waves on the Thassa, overtakes the boy's form, flowing down the toned bulges of his arms, through a gentle sway of his hips and to his knees as he presses them to the abrasive midnight grains of the pit...

*the dark sand contrasing the fairness of his delicate slave flesh, he leans forward, his firm body extending his creamy arms, the pelt of his tunic lifting over the tight bulges of his biceps, as his chest slowly presses against the soft fabrics of his colorful tunic, he feels his knees hug tightly into the rock hard plates of his pecs, the aura of a golden hue, submerges his athletic form in its cocoon of light, body and mind undergoing the transformation

*lying there, in a perfectly symmetrical sphere the boy suddenly feels his long slim leg enticingly thrust out, sprouting from the ball of submission as he feels an urge starting to brew the burning inside him, his entirety belong only for his One...then His arms, long and muscular gently press through the shell of gold that surrounds him...his arms spread, like long wings of power and grace, that allow him to fly over the clouds of this new type of freedom...

*peering up at Her, the newness of his heart beating, the boiling fluids, like rapids under his soft slave flesh as they quickly race through his veins...then in a pulse of his passion for Her, the bulges of the boy's arms clench as his chest in long alluring snake-like motion lifts off the ground, then falls back down, as the rest of his body follows in elegant ripples, like those spreading through a pond...

*his feet then under one last powerful press with his trim arms, fall under his form as his tight body lifts off the ground...the boy's hips start to undulate seductively, as his head starts to roll about on his shoulders, the speed forming a ring of gold with each complete rotation...seductively, his ruby red lips slide open, pressing the air in loving kisses as he cries out in total rapture...

*then as he feels the slim, ripples of his washboard abs flex, the ring of silken gold strands expands in sequence with the raging inferno inside, his blood now gushing from his heart, a geyser exploding with his boiling life fluid with each pump of passion...feeling the joy and excitement of that day...he elegantly arches his back, tilting his silken main, his chiseled features looking up, feeling the warming caress of Her strength...then as the hard muscles in his lower back compress, he straightens his form...

*serenely the boy lifts his lengthly leg, pressing his delicate underfoot to the boy's thick thigh...he lifts his heels from the floor, he ignores the searing pain in his tip toes and the muscles in his taut calves contract, as the boy spins, easily as a top cutting the air like a quiva through the heart of an enemy, drawing his muscular arms in from spread at his side in utter devotion to his One, in an exquisite figure eight, he slowly draws his finger and arms to rest, hugging against the new feelings beating inside his broad chest...

*the boy sets his foot back to the floor...the cold soothing cement brushing against his feet as he stops...seeing Her in the distance...the yearning to please Her growing inside, his heart and body racing with passion...he runs to Her, his feet barely glancing over the floor, gliding like an angel to his One, the boy leaps into the air...his thick muscular legs pulsate from the strain...

*his physique piercing the air, like a tarn's screech in the dead silence of night...lifting the kajirus' strong legs up, holding them parallel to the floor as he feels his body, float on the passion and love he now feels for this One...his Owner...his Heart, Soul, and All...landing, feeling the tight tissue of his legs clench as they press softly to the floor...

*in smooth supple twists, the boy's hips square to his One...then he slides down to his knees, his thighs spread wide for Her, showing her all she possesses, lowering his eyes in pleasurable and joyous submission to Her, he feels the beads of his lust emitting through his soft snow white flesh...evaporating from the heat of his passion, glowing like the hot embers of a raging fire...his body shivers as he feels the butterfly of his submission flowing freely for Her

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