So, my Master and I visited Callera today for the monthly dance competition. I must say a lot of unique dancers, and I finally got to watch a Pani contract woman perform. Truly beautiful.
My Master doesnt enjoy them as much as myself, because its not actually just watching them, it does involve much reading with very long posts, but he knows my love for dancing, which I will be participating in competitions soon.
Now I will admit in my own opinion, there should have been a girl placed at least second, for her performance, but I was not a judge today, so it was not my decision.
I do believe all the dancers performed well, and it was enjoyable. Below are the dancers that won, and their performance, along with some random images I enjoy, and of course the ACTUAL song they danced too. So please listen to their music before reading their dances!
3rd Place: Kamini
[16:45] Kamini (catalina.staheli) rises up with liquid grace, making her way towards the sands, slim feet following the path of those before, the granules warm beneath her toes. Reaching the center of the sands, slender arms rose gracefully before her, deep azure gaze haunting as she waited to begin, heart pounding, emotion roiling through her. With a gesture from the Master, the slave took a deep breath, long golden lashes fluttering closed for a moment before with a whirl of lithe body, she begins to tell her tale...
[16:45] Kamini (catalina.staheli) moves forward, slender feet stepping cautiously through the fading dusk toward the bright glow of the fire, the men settling down upon the beach around it. Pale blue orbs glance to her left, seeing the serpent anchored in the frigid waters of the northern Thassa. The bond was home, brought back into the world she knew, one of survival, strength, unyielding force and wily gods.
[16:46] Kamini (catalina.staheli): Long, delicate fingers glide up to brush against the collar still worn, pale cheeks flushing as haunted gaze returns to the men around the campfire, those once friends, loved ones. Now Masters. The crack of the whip makes her jump, willowy form leaping, drawing shadows upon the sands as the sharp noise forces a panicked cry to rose-hued lips that was echoed by the other girls, sweet voices rising up into the night, laughter that jeers from those gathered about the fire.
[16:46] Kamini (catalina.staheli) moves away, golden crown of silken curls swirling about as she swoops down in an agile attempt to duck. The bond tries to escape attention, not realizing how the light of the fires drew patterns upon her own bared form, soft creamy flesh shimmering in the darkness.
[16:47] Kamini (catalina.staheli) cries out as another step through the pebbled sands had her smacking hard against the broad chest of a marauder, laughter was heard all around as the men looked up and saw her there, fathomless pools wide with fright, sensuous figure stiffened. Broad, weathered hands rose up to either side of the bond-maid, grabbing her upper arms and giving a good thrust forward, the sweetly curved creature stumbling closer to the fire, falling to her knees before the harsh, unmerciful gaze of the men.
[16:47] Kamini (catalina.staheli) felt the whip with the second cast, gruff voice rising over the crackling flames as the marauder chuckled "Ye've turned into a right southern slut!", others moving over to settle and watch, the girl's cry much different, tinged with the pain of that line of fire spreading down her back, mixing in a hint of red with the delicate patterns she had traced upon her form.
[16:48] Kamini (catalina.staheli): His words causing her to tense once more, azure depths sparkling with emotion as she rose, whirling in the sands, heart-shaped face lifting up to stare into the face the one she'd known all her childhood growing up, anger and pain filling crystalline gaze, heart wrenching at the smirk upon His lips.
[16:48] Kamini (catalina.staheli): "Please! Let me go! Free me!", the desperate words echoing across the sands, graceful arms rising up before her as she begged in a voice choked with sobs, words repeated a dozen times before and always met with the same callous laughter, hope dashed when she'd first seen those who had come into the village to steal and plunder, heart soaring as they'd taken her along...until the realization dawned that the past was ended, her present circumstances ensuring her position would not change.
[16:49] Kamini (catalina.staheli): Crystalline gaze glimmers with the unshed tears of hope lost that she would ever return to the lofty status once held, words offered in that gruff tone sealed her fate as he spoke once more "Yer where ye belong, beast. Now, dance fer us and show what a good silkie ye've become".
[16:49] Kamini (catalina.staheli): Any response was lost as again, a deep cry issued forth from the poor girl's lips as a second line criss-crossed with the first upon her delicate flesh, head thrown back as golden tresses cascade down, swirling about her luscious form. The bond-maid glances at the whip, a spark of
[16:49] Kamini (catalina.staheli) whimpers softly, shifting and twirling within the sands in her proper place before the men, small hands following sweet curves, highlighting her soft, feminine figure, head turned away, eyes downcast as she danced, shuddering as emotions roiling within, a trail of salty tears drifting down pale cheeks as the firelight turned silken curls into a cascade of molten gold.
[16:50] Kamini (catalina.staheli) feels the rush of the wind, the snap of the whip right above her once more, a moan escaping as belly tightened, the unyielding gaze of the men above her, surrounding her, driving passions to rise within, quivering with the intensity of emotions she'd learned within the freedom of the collar now worn.
[16:50] Kamini (catalina.staheli): Slender hands dig into the wild tangled locks strewn about her as she flinches, jerking back before scrambling to her knees once more and this time dipping forward to crawl step by step through the sands like the she-sleen she is towards him that held the whip, that had once looked upon her as an equal, and now saw but a beast upon the beach.
[16:50] Kamini (catalina.staheli): Full breasts jiggle against one another with each sensual sway of her form towards his boot, the bond kneeling there, thighs parting wide. The slave rolls her head along her shoulders, blond tresses flying about as she dances though never able to quite hide the collar that marks her, claiming her to all as slave, caste-less, right-less property, her hands sliding along her skin, across her taut belly and over her hips until she is stroking her bare thighs, whimpering in delight as she draws attention to her bared sex, soft petals of her flower glistening with the oils of her submission
[16:51] Kamini (catalina.staheli) hears the laughter of the men about, those she'd called friend before, the shadows painted upon her flesh from the fire as another crack of the whip sounds out, cringing with fear of one who has felt the agony of such a weapon before upon her. The bond-maid begins to pant softly with the effort of the dance, shimmying as she rises to her knees, the attempt to regain her feet, to claim some independence visible to all as pale cheeks bloom with color that glow in the wavering light.
[16:51] Kamini (catalina.staheli): With a cry, she sinks back down, thick lashes fluttering against rounded cheeks as breasts rose and fell, shivering, her thighs parting and her fingers caressing the silky delicate skin as she gazes from man to man, the need evident, the desire visible, giving into that lust coursing through her luscious form.
[16:52] Kamini (catalina.staheli): All around was forgotten now as she focused instead on what her heart and belly demanded, eyes turned upward, tears dried now as eyes lit up with an inner fire that had nothing to do with the blaze beyond, looking up to the towering marauder standing tall and proud above her, emotions clawing within too much to deny, fate sealed.
[16:52] Kamini (catalina.staheli): Gasping for breath now, finally ending her dance.Shaking and trembling, a final roll of her lithe form reducing her to the position of the pleasure slave, willowy form arching up, the bond-maid offering all that she was, a sign universal that all men of Gor understood as the marauder's gaze, harsh and bold, gleaming in the firelight, took in the helpless slave before them, shivering as she hears the gruff voice drifting down with the single word "Good.", the whip returned to his belt.
[16:53] Kamini (catalina.staheli): ~ La Kajira ~
2nd Place: Kira
[15:33] Kira (kira.swordthain): " A prized kajira, having been taken from the room after performing for her Master and His guests, finds herself chained to His couch. Bewildered, she shivers in the cool air, the fires have burned down to bare embers.. but with flickers still in their depths. Chained to her Master's couch she struggles to reach the fire bowl as she carefully loads fuel to the embers creating order, poking them into a hungry flickering warmth that lazily reaches out to stroke her gleaming skin"
[15:34] Kira (kira.swordthain) lowers her small frame to the tile, brow furrowed in worry; murmuring silently "had I not been pleasing?", head held high, proudly, yet, a slight quiver of her pink lips can be seen by the most discerning eye. Head thrown back, eyes the color of the finest of black wines stare at the ceiling, taking a quick glance about before sultry black lashes rest upon the apples of her cheeks;
[15:34] Kira (kira.swordthain) 's chorded stomach pulls her hips; sultrily thrusting them to the rhythm of the music as it calls to her from the musicians downstairs. "Confident in her skill as a dancer she replays the dance", seductive hips.. thighs.. grace in every movement, calculated to tempt, to tease....
[15:35] Kira (kira.swordthain) 's up-tilted breasts, harden nipples push hungrily against the barest whisper of silks that adorn her body. Gleaming, sultry lips part in a bewitching smile of anticipation and hope as the breeze begins to seize her silks causing them to dance against shapely thighs and calves.
[15:36] Kira (kira.swordthain) 's moan slips past her lips as small hands hungrily caress opulent skin drawing the eyes slowly to the perfect lines across heated, longing flesh, each strained muscle, perfectly chiseled as though carved by a Master artisan.
[15:37] Kira (kira.swordthain) taunts, teases her own shadow, full and alive, seductive, sensuous; blatantly seducing herself "unaware that he sees her body making promises that he has never seen before from her - this shy kajira, this one who whispered around his presence; timid, trembling with depths never guessed at; now confident in her movements about the floor" moaning as her mind translates her silk's touch into gentle strokes of passion against her clean, fresh skin, no fear of failure, as her own shadow and the firelight dance with her in celebration of the beauty of the night.
[15:37] Kira (kira.swordthain) "seeing the slightest of movement in the shadows; glances over her shoulder as lips turn upward bringing a smile across her features. His shape; His scent undeniable to her senses "wantonly she languishes her need before him... slender thighs part as her dance thrusts her to her knees.. her hands stroking her body, "sheer bravado inciting him more as his eyes gleam, with a hunger never seen; in the firelight, her lips part, throat cords in sudden emotion..".
[15:38] Kira (kira.swordthain) seductress, temptress; slowly she crawls, stalking, enticing allowing the warmth of her body, the fire's delicious licks and tastes within her igniting, fueling her desire her need, "the lure of the moon's caresses, her fragrant hair stroking into him the same storm of need that races in her veins for him this moment"
[15:39] Kira (kira.swordthain) "Her heart thunders in her body.. beating at the base of her throat as her eyes look into his... issuing steaming looks of " come ";" take ";"possess!" soft whimpers slip through lust swollen lips as the slave moves blatantly to seduce him, writhing sensuously, seductive glances peer out through her upraised arms as she slowly dances before him "allowing his eyes to devour her hungry body."
[15:40] Kira (kira.swordthain) continues her lure, skin, fevered with desire, shining as pearls of perspiration, tease and taunt trailing their way slowly between her breasts; hiding momentarily under the fine silk only to reappear dancing along the straining muscles of her abdomen; begging to reveal their secrets. Arms raise in supplication showing perfect lines and the sweet valley of her heat, rocking atop chorded thighs as hips pulsate like the ebb and floe of the seas in a violent storm; relentlessly crashing against the sandy shore.
[15:40] Kira (kira.swordthain) a low primal, almost mournful, moan echoes through the room as she salaciously strokes each soft curve of her body, tormenting her hard tips, molding, shaping,teasing,trembling as she gasps. Her breath catches in her throat as her neck arches, "the muscles in stark relief as the tension in her lithe frame builds like that of a tightly coiled spring, tightening her core, a raging fire of need and desire certain to scorch and sear all within reach
[15:41] Kira (kira.swordthain) 's chorded stomach pulls her hips sultrily up to the eyes... thighs muscling.. "the sexuality of her dance making him growl.. and his fists clench barely containing the animal in him that intends to rend her apart with the force of his lust.".. She gasps "realizing she HAD been pleasing"...
[15:42] Kira (kira.swordthain) darkest of brown eyes, hungrily look up from under sooty lashes. Chest rising and falling in supplication with each drawn breath her voice raspy with need body trembling with untamed desire she settles at His boots in full submission she announces proudly "la kajira!"
First Place: Perle
[16:36] Raven Daxeline: 'Early one morning, an urt catcher's girl comes walking into the high caste part of a city, singing to the music that echoes along the streets from a tavern she recently passed by. Curious green eyes look around at the fine buildings and she gazes up to the high windows, where exquisite kajirae look down in disdain. With a smile, she breathes deeply, as if to savour the expensive perfume of the pleasure slaves, who seem to overun this area more than urts. She calls out her Master's trade, waving the urt on a stick she carries, as proof of His skill.'
[16:36] Raven Daxeline: With a glance around her she begins to dance, perhaps hoping to emulate the fine skills of a well-trained pleasure slave, letting the stick scythe through the air. Stepping forward she shimmies, laughing in amusement as she bends forward as though she realises how much sensuality she lacks in her worn camisk, tied with frayed rope and with a dead urt spinning close to her supple body. Dirty feet mark time as she calls, 'Urts for the killing? Tell this girl to fetch her Master!'
[16:37] Raven Daxeline: Lifting her chin in pride, she steps forward, breathing deeply and says, 'This urt was a vicious beast, found it's way in a Free Woman's house, long teeth threatening to bite the Mistress till my Master speared it dead.' With a cry, she enacts the moment the urt met its death, coming further forward and striking downwards. Tendrils of tousled, raven hair fall free of the knot she has tied it in, to caress a face that could be beautiful.
[16:37] Raven Daxeline: Sighing softly, she licks dry lips and slowly unduates, hopeful green eyes looking around as she begins to circle, letting her rounded hips rise and fall. She appears to have a longing for a rich Master to see her swathed in expensive silks, for her skin to be clean and oiled, perfumed with the scents of veminium? The urt catcher's girl laughs at herself, as if she realises that her life has gone down a different path than the fine kajirae here.
[16:38] Raven Daxeline: She shakes her head, smiling brightly. 'So my Master smells of urts and when He smiles He shows his teeth are broken but this girl is happy as a kajira can be.' She lifts a work-worn hand and slides her fingertips along her breast, nipples reacting, becoming erect as she does so, then reaches up to the plain collar fastened around her neck, moaning with delight as she feels it firmly in place.
[16:38] Raven Daxeline: 'I am the Urt Catcher's girl! This girl will fetch her Master if you have urts for the killing!' As though she has cast all dreams of being a pleasure slave from her mind, she dances freely, enough to delight in the low caste taverns, when paga makes each girl a beauty to her Master. There is a little awkwardness about her movement as she gives a poor imitation of the elegant motions of the dancers of Gor. Setting traps and acting as urt bait surely leaves her little time to dance.
[16:39] Raven Daxeline: Suddenly, as if not quite knowing where it comes from she lets her hands fall to her sides and lets her feet carry her, lifting her up, kicking out. With a smile of delight she goes with her dance, taught in a time long forgotten, no doubt, glancing up as if she hopes to be seen. For a moment, as she lifts the stick up high, the urt's long tail whips against her face and she blows at it to make it stop before she lowers the stick again, wrinkling her pretty, dirt-smudged nose.
[16:39] Raven Daxeline: Firm breasts bounce gently, pressing against the thin cloth that covers them as she jumps higher and higher, sweet laughter ringing out as she does so. The urt becomes her unwilling partner in the dance, rising and falling, it's body moving in response to all she does. With an agile grace she moves, sun-kissed skin glowing in the light as her muscles flex and kajira fire ignites. She rises up onto her toes unaware of how she moves in exquisite beauty.
[16:40] Raven Daxeline: Lightly she skips and kicks, answering the call of the music that swirls around her, matching it's rhythm to the beating of her heart. A small piece of cloth, from her camisk, falls between her thighs, sliding along the smooth slave flesh then lifting up to fall back in a soft caress. She looks down as if she feels the fabric, as though she is awakened to each sensation, her task, to find work for her Master, all but forgotten in this place.
[16:40] Raven Daxeline: With a soft cry, she wakes from her dance but slides her body to the floor, as if in need. She raises and parts her legs, twisting her lascivious body before pushing herself back onto her feet, the rope around her body tightening to outline her slender form, parting her breasts, lifting them up. 'Urts for the killing!' she calls, catching her breath, opening her mouth and sliding her tongue over pert red lips.
[16:40] Raven Daxeline: In a joyful celebration of what she is, she steps out, raising the stick above her head, so all might see her Master's trade. She tilts her head to the right, as though she listens for any calls to fetch her Master, green eyes ever hopeful. Though she breathes in deeply the exotic perfumes of the pleasure slaves, she dances lightly, happy to be the Urt Catcher's girl. She looks to the urt and says, 'Perhaps, not too many of your kind come here'.
[16:41] Raven Daxeline: 'The Urt Catcher's girl ends her dance, walking on, heading back towards the low caste part of the city. She will help to lure the urts and set traps with her Master and if she is lucky, when He has drunk his fill of paga, He will look in her direction and smile his broken-toothed smile and then pull her to the fur. She looks back to the high caste houses and calls once more, 'Urts for the killing? Tell this girl to fetch her Master!'
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