Here is a girl's example of a chain dance. It is a little unique, as Y/you shall see.
*sleen steps into the middle of the dancepit and waits patiently for her Mistress to attach her chains...slender, sunkissed arms held loosely at her sides...with a toss of her head, long, silky black hair flows over her shoulders and down her back to swirl around her slender waist...head held high, the lights from the tharlarion lamps glow in the steel of the Tavern ko'lar encircling her slender throat...*
*a shudder runs down her spine as she feels the chains encircling her wrists and throat...the rattling of the chains resonating in her slaveheart...she raises both arms...flinching slightly as the cool weight of the chains drag at her arms...rest against her cheeks...hearing the tabor begin to play, her hips move gently beneath her golden silks...the sweet chimes of the slavebells an odd counterpoint to the heavier clanking of the chains as her hands flow through the air above her head...full breasts bouncing beneath the silks, she lifts to her toes and spins...brought up short by the pull of the chains...frustrated, full lips pout slightly as she turns back, untangling herself from the chains...*
*dark eyes flash fire as she tugs at the chains...feeling the way they constrain her movements...she tosses her head...dark hair slithering down her arms and shoulders, tangling with the chains...wincing slightly as the chains tug at her hair...her slaveheart beats faster...the heat of her anger fills her...softly rounded hips move urgently, side to side, her movements sharp and angry...body undulating with the music as the czehar joins the tabor...tugging at the chains impatiently as they constrain her movements...dark eyes flickering up to glare at the chains...to the ring attached to the pole...*
*small feet glide over the sand as she tests the length of her chains...brought up short, she turns, tightening the chains...watching them stretch through air, rattling through the ring on the pole...dark eyes flash as she sees a small break in one of the links of the chain...glancing around the room quickly to see if Any have noticed, she tugs harder on the chains...mind racing as she thinks of the possibility of escape...hips continuing to undulate, body moving to the rhythm of the music as she begins to saw the chain through the ring...slaveheart racing as she feels the link slowly open...*
*lifting her arms high, the chains rattling, she turns in quick circles, letting the chains wrap around her body...dark eyes bright, she gives the chains one last tug, her heart leaping as she feels the chains break, rattling as they fall free...twirling away from the pole...her heart exulting in her new freedom...the chains drag through the sand as her tiny feet dance across it...arms lifting high, her back arches as she dances...yet she feels the pull of the chains as they drag in the sand...the bands around her wrists...the link to her ko'lar...the metal bites into her tender flesh...*
*dark eyes flashing as the chains continue to pull at her...she tosses her head, hair flying in a cloud around her body...turning a slow circle, she wraps the chains around her arms...seeking to lighten their pull...her hips gyrate wildly as the music's tempo increases...she struggles to raise her arms...but cannot...the weight of the chains too much for her strength...pouting softly, she untangles the chains...then loops them across her shoulders...falling sharply to her knees as the weight proves too much again...*
*allowing her body to sink to the ground, she undulates across the sand, unwinding the chains...her slaveheart pounding within her chest...the sharp links of the chains bite into her tender flesh as she writhes over the sand...shaking her head...frustrated...the chains tangling around her limbs...low growls sound deep in her throat as she fights their tentacles...confusion filling her...not knowing quite what to do now that she is lose from the pole...this freedom more of a burden...more painful...than her captivity...in one last attempt, she struggles to her feet...trying to lose herself in the music...she stumbles over the loose ends of the chains...the cold links of the chains cut into her small feet...*
*tears form in her eyes as she realizes she does not know what to do...her body trembling from the effort of bearing the weight of the chains by herself, she turns...steps heavy as she moves towards to the pole...she lifts the chains...throwing it high, trying to string the chain through the ring...chest heaving, tears stream down her cheeks as the chains misses the ring, falling to the ground with a loud rattle...taking a deep breath, she tries again...a sob bursting from her throat as the chain goes through...holding the severed link in her hand as she turns...*
*relief fills her soul...as the chain is once again secure...the weight lifted from her shoulders....she turns and dances...now revelling in the sweet rattling of the links of steel...feeling them warm against her flesh...she spins...wrapping herself in the chains...no longer bowed by their weight...but secure and safe in their embrace...she sinks to her knees...spreading them widely...arms stretched out overhead as she presses her breasts and belly to the sand...welcoming her slavery...knowing she cannot bear the weight of freedom...and wishing only to be held by the strength and warm embrace of the chain...*