This is a different kind of whip dance. As Y/you might guess (if Y/you have read it), a girl's inspiration was a game played in Kajira of Gor.
a girl just updated and edited this dance, after glancing over it. sleen is leaving the original version below the new and improved -- as a way of showing how a dance can grow from its original conception.
~*a girl appears at the side of the sandpit and hesitantly steps inside...long, silky black hair is bound back by a leather thong, bells sewn into the ends...dark eyes are covered by a strip of leather...the long line of her body is arched back, arms bound behind her back...leather thongs wrapping around the smooth, sunkissed flesh from elbows to delicate wrists, fastened securely just above the firm curve of her ass...full breasts thrust forward, naked beneath the glow of tharlarion lamps...long leather thongs, edged by bells, are bound around her body...slung around softly rounded hips...tangling around a slender waist...criss-crossing over her chest, lifting full breasts that sway with each step...with each movement, the sweet sound of slavebells fills the air...naked and bound, she pauses in the center of the pit, body lifted and arched in an unconscious pose...trying to sense what is to come*~
~*her chest rising and falling with rapid breaths, dark nipples tighten as excitement and fear swirl within, long, slender legs stretch as she almost prances across the sand, head tossing as she tries to sense what is to come...as she attempts to calm her racing heart, she hears the tabor start a low, insistent beat...then CRACK...a brush of air by her right ear signals the snap of a whip...her body jolts, then turns from the sound as she darts to the side of the pit...CRACK...the whip snaps by her left ear...freezing for an ihn, trying to still her racing slaveheart, she slowly steps back...CRACK...she jumps forward as the whisk of air hisses over delicate hands...wildness spirals through her as she seeks to escape the hunter*~
~*darting to the side, she freezes, trying to hold her trembling body still...inwardly cursing the teasing sound of the bells, hoping to give no hint of her location...CRACK...she jolts, races to another spot, long legs stretching across the sand...tiny feet leave a clear trail, as the slavebells chime, their sound ringing in her ears...pausing, she crouches down...the music, low and insistent in her ears, seems to urge her to break free and run...shaking her head...a shimmer of sound fills her ears as the bells chime, she leaps up and runs forward, full breasts bouncing, dark nipples hard, dancing through the air...
CRACK
her flight is stopped abruptly as she feels a puff of air directly before her...slaveheart racing, she turns and runs...CRACK...she feels the sweet kiss of the tip of the whip against her slavebelly...almost a caress...making the bells chime, a clarion call to He Who hunts*~
~*she freezes, breath rasping in her slender throat, slaveheart pounding...fear flows through her, effacing all thought; she no longer feels human...nothing more nor less than a hunted animal -- prey...stalked by an implacable predator...the tip of the whip slithers down her belly...muscles quiver beneath its touch...across a leg, a stark contrast to the tender, golden flesh...with a sob, she breaks free and races to the side...dark hair streaming out behind her...slavebells chime loudly in a jangle of sound...echoing within the wildness that fills her soul...
CRACK
the whip sounds to her left...she turns and flees in the opposite direction...
CRACK
her flight is brought up short...she takes a careful step back...then freezes...feeling the edge of the sandpit at her heel...freezing in place, unable to to still the trembling of her limbs, she fights the urge to flee...to leave this place...as she stands immobile...low, dark laughter fills the air as the whip slices out once more*~
~*CRACK
somehow...the laugh and the crack of the whip releases something held deep within her slaveheart...her fear dissolves beneath the slice of the whip...leaving behind an exultation...a deep understanding and fervent acceptance of who and what she is...a kajira...turning, her body poised, she returns to the chase...lush lips curve as delighted laughter bubbles up...something within her is freed as she once more races across the sand...no longer in fear...but in joy...
CRACK
the whip sounds by her left ear...laughing again, she dodges its sting...playing this game...knowing the price...and pleasure...of being caught*~
~*her body moves sinuously as she dances across the sandpit...dodging the whip...enjoying the chase...CRACK...the whip changes her direction...dark eyes flutter open beneath the blindfold...the darkness warm and reassuring...tossing her head, her ko'lar glinting in the light, she turns and runs...then stops...holding still...her bells falling silent...waiting...
CRACK
the whip snaps out again, and she turns and steps away from it...hips swaying...breasts bouncing as she moves...her slaveheart light within her...the fast beating urging her on...rather than filling her ears with terror*~
~*CRACK...she dodges the whip again, striving to prolong this game...sensing that she is being herded to one spot, she laughs, dark eyes twinkling beneath the blindfold...wanting to give this Hunter prey worthy of His time and pursuit...she runs in the opposite direction, and is brought up short as the whip snaps out once more...tossing her head in mock indignation, slave bells filling the air with their music, she obeys the directive...CRACK...the whip slices through the air once more...just catching the curve of her ass as she turns...CRACK...she takes a step back, and freezes...her back caught against a tall, hard length*~
~*delicate hands, still caught at the small of her back, reach out, slender fingers grasping the pole...lush, ruby lips curve as she presses against it...a soft shudder rolling through her body as the pole digs between the full golden globes of her ass...laughter rises as she rests back against the pole and gives her hips a sinuous shake, causing her bells to ring out, clearly marking her place for the Pursuer...the thong loosens in her dark hair...a cloud of silky hair...gleaming like the plummage of a black tarn...falls around her shoulders...the ends tickling and stroking heated flesh...shimmering in the lights of the tharlarion lamps...long locks brush and catch against hard nipples as she waits...breasts heaving as her lungs take in air...she waits, body arched in blatant invitation against the pole, welcoming her fate...as the music comes to an end*~
*a girl appears at the side of the sandpit and hesitantly steps inside...long, silky black hair is bound back by a leather thong, bells sewn into the ends...dark eyes are covered by a strip of leather...her body is arched back by the bindings on her arms...wrapping around the smooth, sunkissed flesh from elbows to delicate wrists bound at the small of her back...full breasts thrust forward, naked beneath the glow of tharlarion lamps...long leather thongs, edged by bells, are bound around her body...slung around softly rounded hips...tangling around a slender waist...criss-crossing over her chest...at each step, the sweet sound of slavebells fills the air...naked and bound, she stands in the middle of the pit...trying to sense what is to come...*
*her breath already coming faster, sleen crosses to the center of the dancing pit...turning her head from side to side, she tries in vain to see...attempting to calm her racing heart, she hears the tabor start a low, insistent beat...then CRACK...a the brush of air by her right ear signals the snap of a whip...turning from the sound, she darts to the side...CRACK...the whip snaps by her left ear...freezing for an ihn, she steps back...CRACK...she jumps forehead as the whisk of air blows over her delicate hands...quickly feeling like prey...she seeks to escape the hunter...*
*darting to the side, she tries to hold her trembling body still...to give no hint of her location...CRACK...she jolts, races to another spot, long legs stretching across the sand...tiny feet leaving a trail...pausing, she crouches down...the music, low and insistent in her ears, seems to urge her to break free and run...shaking her head...a shimmer of sound filling her ears as the bells chime, she leaps up and runs forward, full breasts bouncing, the nipples hard...CRACK...her flight is stopped abruptly as she feels a puff of air directly before her...slaveheart racing, she turns and runs...CRACK...she feels the sweet kiss of the tip of the whip against her slavebelly in a caress...making the bells chime louder...*
*she freezes, breath rasping in her throat...slaveheart pounding, she no longer feels human...but a hunted animal...the tip of the whip slithers down her belly...across a leg...with a sob, she breaks free and runs to the side...dark hair streaming out behind her...slavebells chiming loudly in a jangle of sound...reflecting the wildness that fills her soul...CRACK, the whip sounds to her left...she turns and flees in the opposite direction...CRACK...her flight is brought up short...she takes a careful step back...then freezes...feeling the edge of the sandpit at her feet...holding still, she fights the urge to flee...to leave this place...as she stands, frozen in place...low, dark laughter fills the air as the whip slices out once more...*
*CRACK...somehow...the laugh and the crack of the whip releases something held deep inside her...her fear disappears...leaving behind an exultation...a deep understanding and fervent acceptance of who and what she is...a kajira...turning, her body poised, she returns to the chase...lips curving as delighted laughter bubbles up...something within her is freed as she once more races across the sand...no longer in fear...but in joy...CRACK...the whip sounds by her left ear...laughing again, she dodges its sting...playing this game...knowing the price...and pleasure...of being caught...*
*her body moves sinuously...CRACK...the whip changes her direction...dark eyes open beneath the blindfold...the darkness warm and reassuring rather than scary...tossing her head, her ko'lar glinting in the light, she turns and runs...then stops...holding still...her bells falling silent...waiting...CRACK...the whip snaps out again, and she turns and steps away from it...hips swaying...breasts bouncing as she moves...her slaveheart light within her...the fast beating urging her on...rather than filling her ears with terror...*
*CRACK...she dodges again...feeling that she is somehow being herded to one spot...still, she laughs...running in the opposite direction, and brought up short as the whip snaps out once more...tossing her head in mock indignation, she obeys the directive...CRACK...the whip slices through the air once more...just catching the curve of her rask as she turns...CRACK...her back is pressed up short against a tall, hard length...*
*delicate hands reach out, grasping the pole...lips curving as she presses back against it...feeling the pole digging into the cleft of her rask...laughter rises as she rests back against the pole, giving her hips a sinuous shake, the bells ringing out...the thong loosening in her dark hair, it falls around her shoulders...the ends tickling her skin...brushing against her hard nipples as she waits...breasts heaving as her lungs take in air...she tosses back stray locks of silky black hair...welcoming her fate...as the music comes to an end...*