Need Dance

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Need Dance

" 'But if I wanted their touch why should I not ask for it, or beg for it? As a slave what else could I do? Too, even if my needs and my interests, and the incredible depths and intensity of my desires proved that I was 'worthless' and without 'merit,' I did not care. I was worthless because I was only a property! I was worthless because I was bond! I was worthless because I was the sort of a woman who could be put on a slave block and be sold! I was worthless because I was only an owned animal! Of course I did not have 'merit!' I was beyond 'worth' and 'merit' of those sorts, I was only a slave! But thus I could be as free, and piteous and begging, and lewd, and loving, and sexual as I wished. I had nothing to conceal, nothing to keep secret. I belonged to my master, all of me, my thoughts, my love, my body, everything I was and could be!' "
John Norman, Dancer of Gor, p. 215

"The important thing was to love rather than to be loved."
W. Somerset Maugham, Of Human Bondage

arani will first present the Need Dance, as found in the book, Rogue of Gor.

"I turned away and gave my attention to the slave writhing on the tiles before us. She was performing a need dance, of a type not uncommon among Gorean female slaves. Such a dance usually proceeds in clearly defined phrases, evident not merely in the expressions and movements of the girl but in the nature of the accompanying music. There are usually five phases to such a dance. In the first phase the girl, dancing, feigns indifference to the presence of men, before whom, as a slave, she must perform.

"In the second phase, for she has not yet been raped, her distress and uneasiness, her restlessness, her disturbance by her sexual urges, must become subtly more manifest. Here it must be evident that she is beginning to feel her sexuality, and drives, profoundly, and yet is struggling against them. Toward the end of this phase it must become clear not only that she has sexual needs, and deep ones, but that she is beginning to fear that she may not be, simply as she is, of sufficient interest to men to obtain their satisfaction. Here, need, coupled with anxiety and self doubt, for she has not yet been seized by strong men, must become clear.

"In the third phase of the dance she, in an almost ladylike fashion, acknowledges herself defeated in her attempt to conceal her sexuality; she then, again in an almost ladylike fashion, delicately but clearly, with restraint but unmistakably, acknowledges, and publicly, before masters, that she has sexual needs. Then, with smiles, and gestures, displaying herself, she makes manifest her readiness for the service of men, her willingness, and her receptivity. She invited them, so to speak to have her. But she has not yet been seized by an arm or an ankle, or by her collar, a thumb hooked rudely under it, or hair, and pulled from the floor. What if she is not sufficiently pleasing? What if she is not to be fulfilled? What if she must continue to dance, alone, unnoticed.

"At this point it becomes clear to her that it is by no means a foregone conclusion that men will find her of interest, or that they will see fit to satisfy her. She must strive to be pleasing. If she is not good enough she may be chained, unfulfilled, another night alone in the kennel. There are always other girls. She must earn her rape. Too, if she should be insufficiently pleasing consistently it is likely that she will be slain. Goreans place few impediments in the way of liberation of a slave female's sexuality. In this phase of the dance, then, shamelessly the woman dances her need and, shamelessly, begs for her sexual satisfaction. The phase of the dance is sometimes known as the Heat of the Collared She-Sleen.

"The fifth, and final phase, of the dance, is far more dramatic and exciting. In this phase the girl, overcome by sexual desire and terrified that she may not be found sufficiently pleasing, clearly manifests, and utterly, that she is a slave female. In this portion of the dance the girl is seldom on her feet. Rather, sitting, rolling, and changing position, on her side, her back, her belly, half kneeling, half sitting, kneeling, crawling, reaching out, bending backwards, lying down, twisting with passion, gesturing to her body, presenting it to masters for their inspection and interest, whimpering, moaning, crying out, brazenly presenting herself as a slave, pleading for her rape, she writhes, a piteous, begging, vulnerable, ready slave, a woman fit for and begging for the touch of a master, a woman begging to become, at the least touch of her master, a totally submitted slave.

"The fourth phase of the dance, as I have mentioned, is sometimes known as the Heat of the Collared She-Sleen. This portion of the dance, the fifth portion, is sometimes known as the Heat of the Slave Girl... The music ended with a swirl of sound and the girl, with a jangle of bells, lay before the table of Policrates, whimpering, her hand extended. She lifted her head. I read the unmistakable need in her eyes. She was indeed a slave female."
John Norman, Rogue of Gor, p. 185

This is a dance of raw sexuality, dripping with the need of a slave to be used by her Master for His pleasure. It starts out as a serve and becomes something more, much more.

arrah rises and stretches her slender porcelain legs underneath her, she turns as her silks fan out around rounded hips and moves to the servery with a languid rolling motion, each step accompanied by the gentle tinkling of tiny gold and silver bells about her fragile ankles. she casts brilliant blue eyes over her shoulder at the One who owns her heart. she inhales sharply and feels her rosy nipples begin to harden just at the sight of Him, she enters the servery and begins to prepare for her dance.

arrah moves to the shelves and reaches out slender arms to take a fine carved temwood tray, her shaven mound grazes the edge of the counter and she gasps a little as she feels the fire in her belly grow. she pulls the tray to her and uses the hem of her silks to polish it. she smiles as Master's property is more fully exposed to His view, takes the tray and turns to the table at the back of the servery as rounded ivory crescents peek out from below her silks.

arrah purses soft ruby lips to blow away a stray wisp of fine golden hair that clings to her sensuous mouth. she feels her Master's gaze bore into her as she turns her back to Him so that He is unable to see what she places on the tray. her slave's heart thunders with the joy of being allowed to dance for Him, she turns and moves to the wine rack to select a bottle of the finest ka-la-na and places it on the tray with the other items.

arrah turns and moves with cat-like grace back to her Master's feet, the light from tiny candles casts shadows over her voluptuous form, she melts to her kneel before her beloved Master with porcelain thighs parted widely so that He may view what is His, she places the tray on the floor beside her and dares to turn the full force of her sultry gaze on Him before she feels a tremor rush through her belly and is forced to look down again.

arrah reaches out to the tray and grasps a ripe juicy larma, she holds it to her little nose and closes her eyes as she inhales its sweet fragrance. she turns it around and around in her small hands and then opens her eyes and turns them adoringly to Him as she parts sensuous lips and bites into the fruit with strong white teeth. The juice gushes out and runs down her chin and onto her heaving breasts, her tiny pink tongue darts out to run over ruby lips with a soft moan.

arrah tastes the sweet juice of the larma, she glances down at her stained silks and giggles softly, the air of the Inn carrying the sweet music of laughter to His ears. she reaches slender fingers to the hem of her silks and lifts them over her head, lightly tosses them to Master and giggles again as they land in His lap. she reaches up and takes her long golden mane in her hands to twist it over her right shoulder, takes a short length of binding twine to fasten it into a tight knot.

arrah glances up to Him and trembles with the force of her submission as she raises a small hand to her full lips, she parts them to lick at the juice with a twirling of her nimble tongue, she wraps her lips around each finger to suck on them a she closes her eyes in delight. she returns the pit of the larma to the tray and takes a bunch of Ta-grapes, lifts them to her parted lips, she looks brazenly to Master as she darts out her agile tongue and wraps it around one of the grapes.

arrah pulls the grape into her mouth with a little tug of her nimble tongue, she closes her lips with a sultry smile. she feels the juice of the grape slip down the slender column of her neck, she parts her lips once more and teases the grapes with her tongue as she darts it around and around and between each one to search for the plumpest and ripest, she pops it into her mouth and sucks gently on the little fruit.

arrah feels the stem of the grape in her mouth and manipulates it with her agile tongue, she reaches a small hand to her mouth and draws forth the stem of the grape that is now tied in a knot. she giggles and places the stem on the tray, reaches for the bottle of wine and raises it to her lips. her tongue slides out between parted lips and laps around the cork, teasing it as she might a phallus. her tongue slides up and down the neck of the bottle, she moans softly as she takes it into her mouth.

arrah feels the cork against the back of her throat as she wraps her lips around the glass. she sucks lightly on the bottle and turns it in a slow circle, then pulls it out just enough to wrest out the cork with strong white teeth, she whimpers as her need begins to grow. she pulls the bottle from her lips and focuses blazing blue eyes on her Master as she tilts the bottle to pour the ruby liquid between her rounded ivory breasts.

arrah feels the wine flow down her taut belly and over her glistening treasure, she gasps and closes her eyes for a long ehn. she uses one small hand to continue pouring the wine over heated flesh, her rosy nipples become fully erect as the icy liquid caresses them, her other hand reaches up unconsciously to slide over her naked belly, swirling the mingled wine and larma juice over silken flesh.

arrah strays her hand upward to cup one rounded orb and squeeze it tightly, her thumb teases the nipple into an almost painful hardness. she closes her eyes and lets out a low man of ecstasy, she opens her eyes once more, fire and ice blazing toward Master. she returns the now empty bottle to the tray and falls forward on her small hands, crawls to her Master and kneels close by Him, her wine-covered breasts almost kissing His muscular legs.

arrah slides small hands up and down her parted silken thighs and brushes them over the glistening moistness that is now fully exposed for His view. her slave's heart beats wildly as her eyes telegraph her need to Him, she slides her hands up her voluptuous form to graze over breasts that now thrust toward Him desperately, then snakes them up her slender neck to lace themselves in her long golden mane.

arrah throws her head back as she fans silken hair behind her and then returns her hands to her breasts once more, they smooth over yearning flesh to rest on her widely parted thighs with palms upturned in total submission. she turns pleading eyes to Him once more as she begs silently for release, managing to whisper with a throaty growl "Master, Your slut prays that her dance has been pleasing to You, and begs You to use her like the animal she is, so that she may pleasure You and be granted sweet release at Your hands."

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