| raine dances twice... |
| 2 Dances posted here... This one was written August of 2006 ...moves with the rhythmic beat tapped out on the musician's tabor, steps following the tempo in weaved pattern while precise notes of a flute compliment rolling muscles along her belly as shoulders sway in opposition to hips, small fingers pulling a string of beads from her neck in serpentine display for all to see... ...draws beads to cover delicate fingers before wrapping length about her hand in concealing of soft flesh, holding pose a moment before standing tall as hands raise to shoulders in mimicked dressing of robe after robe, bending to draw imaginary skirts one over the other then fastening veils in concealing of regal Freewoman only to spin in miraculous shedding of unseen trappings... ...flings beads in near clash against her thigh before slashing high against her back, the delicate satiny bulbs immediately changing from the strokes of his whip to more serene pose draped over the bow of her wrist bent in submission before dancer throws herself to the sands in same gesture. Head thrust low while hands reach forward in surrender... ...twirls high to stand as hazel gaze darts left and right, beads caught behind cupped hand held down, still in this pose, pushed to jut out only smallest amount.. just enough for the hook of a finger on opposite hand to catch their string, snatching their wealth in a theiving pull as dancer thrusts away with a cry of victory, clutching her bounty to heaving chest as she runs... ...draws string of beads tight over bowed head, pulling shiny bina in crusive detail until the kef is clearly shown weaved about delicate hand .. jumping in a cringe, swift response to a Master's call as form melts atop knees parted wide, muscles stretched with familiar dull ache while fingers tease over top each thigh in coming to rest palms up under the shadow of teardrop breast that sway... ...whips beads about hands, dangling strand in a noose swinging low and solitary beneath wretched curl of one hand cloaked by the cover of the second .. pose held until dancer swirls away in mock horror, arms raised to shield her as feet run a wide arc away from imagined plague while green gaze peers back, eyes wide with fear that she might come too close to this danger, that it may touch her in some way... ...pulls beads back, forming full circle about hands in a joyous sign of Tor-Tu-Gor ere feet stamp out the rhythm with musicians intently active in portraying the happiness flowing in veins of a kajira before stringing beads in new formation, this time a pose intricately woven and strictly held as she dances in obedient response of musical finale... ...breathes shallow, breathless, releasing beads from fingers that pull long strand to clink in serpentine splendor about her neck while hips weave an intoxicating distraction temping eyes low, belly undulating forward and back before tilting to each side, pumping her erotically responsive until music ends in abrupt silence sending dancer fleeing from the sands and away from the eyes of men! |
| Bead Dance of Ianda She was skillful and, I suspected, from the use of the hands and beads, had been trained in Ianda, a merchant island north of Anango. Certain figures are formed with the hands and beads which have symbolic meaning, much of which was lost upon me, as I was not familiar with the conventions involved. Some, however, I had seen before, and had been explained to me. One was that of the free woman, another of the whip, another of the yielding, collared slave. Another was that of the thieving slave girl, and another that of the girl summoned, terrified, before the master. Each of these, with the music and followed by its dance expression, was very well done. Women are beautiful and they make fantastic dancers. One of the figures done was that of a girl, a slave, who encounters one who is afflicted with plague. She, a slave, knows that if she should contract the disease she would, in all probability, be summarily slain. She dances her terror at this. This was followed by the figure of obedience, and that by the figure of joy. -Explorers of Gor, page 133 |
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| This one was written May 26, 2007 for the pleasure of Tustin of Ar to be danced at the Exhibition of Gorean Dance in City of Thentis on June 2, 2007 ...runs to shimmering sand pit in ambitious entrance to present dancer draped in bina, strings of beads sway to offer glimpses of nipples that harden under delicious torment before a sweep to the sand ends in absolute stillness matched with complete silence... ...lifts with majestic grace to the regal sound of 8 strings plucked with precision, notes resounding from czehar as hands free string of beads with flawless effort, draped intricately to flow in symbolic suggestion while pose freezes to noble image of Lady knelt in modest reserve... ...rolls to the sands, granules cling to bare flesh as body cringes, clash of cymbals sound over the deep pulse of kaska, drum's rhythm urges each reaction to reverberating metal clang, second bina released to fling through the air, now scented with fear and trepidation as body writhes beneath the whip... ...mellows to fluid motion adrift on haunting melody of double flute, long held low notes compliment centered yearning, encompassing need as knees lend to the sand that bulge around flesh, belly pressed to placid gold while hands clutch bina about the steel of man before given forward in urgent surrender... ...cries out, flurry of kaska and flute impetus to rise while hands steal back glass treasure, bustle of motion as steps explore far reaches of sand pit, time given for hands to weave beads into auburn fire until theft hides in thick mane, telling sparkle within fiery highlights should any look close enough... ...weaves a path over sands with carefree steps light as kalika, 6 strings giving festive mood as hands lift another string of worthless baubles, focus awry until lone beat of kaska gains attention, turn lends ambitious flight toward musicians... pants of air in hopeful wish that service brings pleasure, thrown to kneel before his feet as beads spill to the floor about bowed head... ...leans back in mock horror of ominous tones from drums and flute, final strings of bina held up to shelter delicate face as body twists and turns, scurries left then right in unending dodge and desperate flight, one broken string allows beads to fall away slowly in waste, like the counted days left to one Afflicted... ...stumbles to lay sobbing, sprawl of limbs over the sands before light plucking of the czehar once more brings confidence and grace, legs pull beneath before body bends backward in cruel bow of beauty, muscles twitch beneath silken skin, string of bina compliant to subtle motion along course of flesh... a path for the eye to follow as beads roll, acquiescent to each change... ...eases breathing as body lifts to kneel then stand, arms raise to wing at sides while feet pace out joyous display, timed to harmonious blend of strings and flute, expressions of delight and wonder mask angelic face while actions mimic picking of flowers, bouquet tosses high overhead as laughter rings... ...falls beneath a rain shower of venimium beads, purples and blues contrast with auburn fire, red and gold shimmers in brilliant mane as body flows to the sands, arms stretch forward as colorful array of glass stones frame bowed form, each represented something of Gor! body still as music quiets to silence. |
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