Tether dance

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Tether Dance

"Still I was a dancer, and we tend to bring higher prices. We are useful not only in brothels, cabarets, taverns, public pleasure gardens, and such, but wherever there are strong men, wherever there are men who enjoy seeing a woman move before them excitingly, and beautifully, and as a total female. Indeed, it is said some of the finest and most sensuous dancers are private slaves who perform in delicious secrecy, and totally, for a single master."
John Norman, Dancer of Gor, p. 357

"The mind is the greatest of all human forces. Control the mind and you control the body."
Bela Lugosi

The tether dance is said to be the most beautiful of the Gorean dances. This is perhaps because the tether attached to the dancer is such a vivid illustration of what she is--a slave. In this dance the slave is not to rise above the level of the Master's belt. arani first presents the Tether Dance as found in Explorers of Gor, and then her own interpretation of this dance.

"I jerked the tether on her throat. 'This is a tether,' I said, 'It is to be well incorporated in your dance. You are a tethered slave. Do not forget it. You may fight the tether, you may love it. It may confine your body, you may use it to caress your body, an invitation to your master, a surrogate symbol of his domination of you. You need not dance always on your feet. A woman can dance beautifully on her knees, moving as little as a hand, or on her back, or belly or side. In all things do not forget that you are a slave.'

" 'Are you now commanding me to dance before you?' she asked.

" 'Yes,' I said, 'you dance now as a commanded slave. And if I am not well pleased have no fear but what you will be well beaten, if not slain.'

" 'Yes, Master,' she said.

"I then struck my hands together, and, terrified, the girl danced.

"She had not been taught the tether dance, one of the most beautiful of the slave dances of Gor, but she improvised well. Indeed, it was hard to believe that she had not had training. I am inclined to believe that the need dances and display dances of the human female may be, at least in their rudiments, instinctual.

"I watched the girl dance. She was quite good.

" 'Now you are becoming a woman,' I told her. She knelt on one knee, her right; her left leg was flexed; the tether was taken, in a turn, about her left thigh; her hands, too, were on her left thigh; her head was down, but turned toward me; her lip trembled. 'Continue to dance, slave,' I told her.

" 'Yes, Master,' she said.

"I now stood up. My arms were folded.

"The girl now was upon her knees at my feet, the tether on her neck slung back behind her to the slave stake. Still in her dance, she began to lick and kiss at my body.

"I then took her by the upper arms and held her, half lifted from her knees, before me.

" 'Please do not whip me,' she begged.

"I then, by the upper arms, dragged her to the side of the slave stake. I put her on her knees there. She looked up at me. 'You danced well as a slave,' I said.

" 'Thank you, Master,' she said. She looked up at me, trembling."
John Norman, Explorers of Gor, pp. 360-363

arani looks up to see her Master enter the room, her heart instantly begins to pound in her slave's breast as she feels a stirring in her belly for the One who owns her heart. she shifts restlessly on the furs waiting for His call, and then at the snap of His fingers she immediately falls forward to place small hands on the floor. she crawls to Him with sinuous movements like a she-larl in heat, smoldering eyes fixed on His handsome form.

arani feels the fire in her bell growing brighter as she nears His furs, she approaches with crystal blue eyes lowered and wraps herself around His long leg. her trembling silken petals rest on His boot as she parts porcelain thighs widely on either side, she presses her voluptuous form close to Him. Rosy buds ripen and flower instantly as she presses naked pear-shaped orbs to His calf. she turns tiny hands to that palms face the moons and rests them on her thighs.

arani trembles as her darting glance up to Him is met by piercing hazel eyes boring into her, inspecting His property. she inhales sharply as a hand is wrapped in her long golden mane and she is pulled upward to meet His deep searing kiss of ownership. she parts soft ruby lips eagerly as His tongue invades her warm mouth. she hears the slight "click" as His other hand clips the leash to her collar, and she gasps for air as He pushes her back and fastens the other end of the leash to His slave ring.

arani whimpers softly with joy as she hears His order to dance. Tiny hands go instinctively to the floor behind her as she scoots back on her well-rounded bottom. she only goes back a short distance before the tug on her collar reminds her of the tether, she quickly folds slender muscular legs under her once more as thighs part widely almost of their own accord. The mere slip of red silk slung low about her hips rises up so that He may fully view His property.

arani shivers as her small hands trace up the length of her silken thighs to the inferno that is her belly. Slender fingers lightly trace the brand that is there, and her heart beats a little faster with her love for Him. her hands lift to cup high firm breasts as she leans toward Him invitingly, yearning for His touch, and then delicate fingers move up to caress the band of steel about her neck, its familiar weight comforting to her.

arani throws back her head and moves graceful hands up to rake through the mass of golden locks tumbling over her shoulders. she fans her tresses out behind her in a glorious display, sparkling azure eyes never leaving His handsome form. she then lowers her hands to the furs before her and she crouches down in a cat-like movement. As she releases her hair it falls in a torrent down to her heels and she grasps the tether and pulls on it a little.

arani whimpers again as her need grows in her belly. she drops the tether and falls forward to support her upper body on tiny hands, crouching low in almost a ferile stance. her already ripe nipples kiss the furs and harden to the point of pain. she slithers toward Him as her hips sway seductively from side to side, a low growl escaping from deep in her throat as she approaches him. her little tongue darts out to lick full lips.

arani feels blistering hazel eyes on her, and moans softly as she rises up in her kneel once more. she feels the tug of the tether holding her fast to Him, reminding her that she is His. she lifts a slender finger to her lips, still slightly bruised from His kiss, and then slides her hand back down her curvaceous form. she feels the thundering of her own heart and closes her eyes for an ehn, remembering the night He came to claim her, to place His collar and brand on her.

arani turns gleaming blue eyes to Him in love, then places her hands to the floor again and slides them out in front of her. she lowers her trembling belly until it presses against the floor, snaking her way toward Him. The burning in her belly spreads tendrils of fire throughout her body, like a vine climbing up a wall.......talking control of her mind, of her very being.

arani rises up, her hips leaving the ground. she supports herself on one hand and her knees as she stretches her other arm to Him in supplication. she then pulls it back and gracefully circles it around her head. she raises it high and flutters her hand in a ballet of passion, then drops it to her side as she lowers her hips to the floor. she arches her back once more as her hips come up again. her hand moves to lace through her silken tresses once more.

arani falls to the floor and crawls on her belly to Him. she shudders as she feels the touch of His furs under tender flesh and squirms plaintively in her need. her nether regions begin to grow moist simply at being in the presence of the One whom she calls Master. she presses soft lips to His boot and then rubs her cheek against His leg. she lowers her head to the floor and reaches up to grasp His boot and place it on her neck.

arani returns her hands to her sides, she twists them around so that tender palms are turned upward. she sighs happily as she feels His collar around her neck, His brand on her belly, His boot on her neck as she remains chained to His side--all reminders that she is His, for His use as He sees fit. she breathes a silent prayer that she may be allowed to wear His collar for a long time to come as she darts her eyes up quickly to Him with a mixture of love and lust.

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