Dance to "The Hope of Tina"



"May the melody also be," said she, "one in which a slave may be well displayed."
"A block melody?" asked the flutist, addressing his question to Philebus.
"No," said Philebus, "nothing so sensuous. Rather, say, the "Hope of Tina."
Approval from the crowd met this proposal. The reference to "block melodies" had to do with certain melodies which are commonly used in slave markets, in the display of the merchandise. Some were apparently developed for the purpose, and others simply utilized for it. Such melodies tend to be sexually stimulating, and powerfully so, both for the merchandise being vended, who must dance to them, and for the buyers. It is a joke of young Goreans to sometimes whistle, or hum, such melodies, apparently innocently, in the presence of free women who, of course are not familiar with them, and do not understand their origins or significance, and then to watch them become restless, and, usually, after a time, disturbed and apprehensive, hurry away. Such women, of course, will doubtless recall such melodies, and at last understand the joke, if they find themselves naked on the sales block, in house collars, dancing to them. Some women, free women, interestingly, even when they do not fully understand such melodies, are fascinated with them and try to learn them. Such melodies, in a sense, call out to them. They hum them to themselves. They sing them in private, and so on. Too, not unoften, on one level or another, they begin to grow careless of their security and safety; they begin, in one way or another, to court the collar. The "Hope of Tina," a melody of Cos which would surely be popular with most of the fellows present, on the other hand, was an excellent choice. It was supposedly the expression of the yearning, or hope, of a young girl that she may be so beautiful, and so feminine, and marvelous, that she will prove acceptable as a slave. As Temione was from Cos I had little doubt that she would be familiar with the melody. To be sure, it did not have something of the sensuousness of a block melody about it. Yet I thought, even so, she would probably know it. It as the sort of melody of which free women often claim to be completely ignorant but, when pressed, prove to be familiar, surprisingly perhaps, with its every note.
"Why do you wish to dance before me?" asked the burly fellow of the slave.
"Did Master not wish to see a woman dance?" she asked.
"Yes," he said.
"Surely then," shesaid, "that is reason enough."
He regarded her, puzzled. It was clear he did not recall her, but also clear, for he was no fool, that he suspected more was afoot that a mere compliance with a masterly whim, even though such whims, for the slave, in many contexts, constitute orders of iron.
"Why do you wish to dance?" he asked.
"Perhaps," she said, "it is that a master may be pleased, perhaps it is simply that I am a slave."
I saw Philebus' hand tighten on the handle of the whip.
"Do I know you?" asked Borton
"I think not, Master," she said, truthfully enough.
She put her hands over her head, her wrists back to back.
"She is beautiful!" said a fellow.
"Dance, Slave," said Philebus.
"Ah!" cried men.
To be sure, Temione was not a dancer, not in the strict trained sense, but she could move, and marvelously, and so, somehow, she did, swaying before him, and turning, but usually facing him, as though she wished not to miss an expression or an emotion that might cross his countenance. Yet, too, uncompromisingly, she was one with the music, and, particularly in the beginning, with the story, seeming to examine her own charms, timidly, as it, like the "Tina" of the song, she might be considering her possible merits, whether of not she might qualify for bondage, whether or not she might somehow prove worthy of it, if only, perhaps, by inward compensations of zeal and love, whether or not she might, with some justification, aspire to the collar. Then later it seemed she danced her slavery openly, unabashedly, sensuously, so slowly, and so excitingly, before the men and, in particular, before the burly fellow. Surely now, all doubts resolved, there was no longer a question about the suitability of bondage for such a woman.
"She can dance!" said a man.
"She should be trained!" said another.
"See her," said another.
"Has she not had training?" asked one of Philebus.
"No," said Philebus. "Only days ago I bought her free."
"See her," said another.
"It is instinctual in a woman," said another...
The collar looked well on her neck. It belonged there. There was no doubt about it.
How she looked at the burly fellow! He was now so taken with her he could hardly move.
Now the exquisite slut began to sense her power, that of her beauty and desirability.
She had determined, I now realized, from the first movement she had leaped to her feet, obedient to the command of her master, Philebus, that she would make test of her womanhood, that she would, courageously, regardless of the consequences, risking contempt and perhaps even punishment, display herself before him, this rude fellow who had once so scorned and tyrannized her as a free woman, as what she now was, ultimately and solely, female and slave. To be sure, she, new to her slavery, had perhaps not fully realized that she had really no choice in the matter but, willingly or not, must do so, and to the best of her ability, in total perfection.
Borton moaned in desire, scarcely daring to move, his eyes glistening, fixed on the dancing slave.
Vagabonds of Gor, Page 37-40
 


Notes

        In this quote the song is as important as the dance. Make note of what Mr. Norman said about the effects certain songs have on women, even free women. In attempting the use of thes types of songs to dance one must remember they play on the emotions and fires of all women. For those of us who have found and accept ourselves, the effect would be even more dramatic.

        Remeber also that she has an effect on the Master in this quote. One she did not expect, but that a slave more experienced should.

        Again this girl is not sure that this dance is one that should be "remade", but rather interpreted into something of each girls own style, perhaps using a song found elsewhere in the books that is common in the area each gir is originally from.





EXAMPLE of "Personalized dance to a Particular Song"
First Place dance Festival of Kataiidrifter grind
performed by ~*drifter*~{DE}~R~
July 25th, 2003


~Deep set almond shaped eyes, which sparkle with the invitation to all Men, stare out at those about her seeking He for whom she will always dance. Lips full and ripe furled into a smile designed and practiced to entice a Master’s response are gilded with the dusting of gold and silver. The shimmer of gilt repeated upon the caramel morsels atop each well rounded breast peeking from within her coverings. The tinkling of golden bells the only sound made as she passes through the maze of furs and fires. Moving to the pit the girl’s form seems to flutter over the path she takes, weaving among the fires towards the sands her entire being draped in strands of beads each falling to cover the girl from head to toe almost a fringe hanging over her, each strand attached to a ring on a chain which encircles either slender throat or svelte wrist dropping to her feet where the other end is captured in a ring of chain about a slim ankle, deep thick curls seeming almost black in their richness until the light of a fire falls upon them revealing the coppery tendrils in their fullness. A slender thigh revealing itself from within the sheath of beads shells and silk with each languid step~

~The star filled eyes catch sight of Him and the smile deepens to that of a slave sure of what she has become. Tossing back the curls the little beasty winks and starts singing the voice flowing from within the gilded lips like some scintillating summers breeze~
He knew a girl named dancer
~the girl’s form swaying her weight shifting from left to right and back as her hands rise up over her head. The tinkling of beads, bells, and shells mixing with the beating of the drum and the lilting of the flute. The hands turning so that the wrists press back to back the fingers splayed and cocked like so many tiny blooms caught up in the summer breeze of the music~
some say she was a sex fiend
~her hips surging forward as her eyes go cloudy the beads raised over her head seem to drape the girls form in a rainbow of reflected light from the fires, as she spins slowly. The dancer’s hips undulating up and back as she moves, the girls eyes flash as she seeks once again His gaze~
He met her in a tavern pit
~Unable to find Him in the glare of the pit she moans, the gravel of lust in her voice starting to grow thicker as her right foot slides forward exposing from the sheath of beads a slender tawny thigh which twitches right left an then right once more~
masturbating with her Master's sleen
~the girls hands slam down to her sides finding lush hips as the beasty drops to the opalescent sands in a crouch her thighs parted widely. The scent of jasmine rising to mingle with that of slave her eyes flash to the first Man she can find as her thighs close and open in time to the music her hips rolling as she moves towards him~

"Master how'd you like to spend some time?"
~The tawdry voice sliding still from between gilded lips as the little hellion reaches to this Master, her form swaying forward and back rippling like the tides over the sands surging forward only to slip back just out of touch~
and he could not resist when he saw little dancer grind
~Rising suddenly from the sands as if tossed upon a crashing wave her hips start to roll forward. The belly undulating drawing her up onto her toes as her hands glide upward the beads falling away from her flesh to reveal the sun-bronzed curves, dusted with gold and silver tiny feet staying planted as she seems to ride the crashing wave of passion, her form rising and falling as she continues to sing~
He took her to an alcove
~The words belted out the velvet voice filled with the gravel of lust her form writhing upon her toes. The sands beneath her feet giving way as she continues the undulations. Seemingly delicate fingers suddenly gripping several strands of the beads at her throat which have so far offered only glimpses of the treasures hidden behind the sparkling curtain. With a single swirl of her form she finds the next Man at the edge of the pit. Facing him now eyes sparkling as she continues to let the song fly from her lips~
and he just couldn’t believe his eyes
~With a wink, the fingers still gripping the strands at her throat, the little beast rips them from their clasps letting the sparkles fall where they may as her form begins to be revealed. Peeking from within the curtain of bangles a single firm ripened breast dusted with gold topped with a morsel of caramel pleads with its tautness for the lips of a Master to suckle upon it. The promise of a sweet treat revealed as the girl’s sun bronzed sinuously rippling belly still partially hidden from view~


she shared so many vices
~The long curls of satiny rich burnt auburn catching the light as her head snaps forward and back then forward again in time to the beat in her soul. Tiny feet stamping against the silvery sands in sensual synchronicity with the drum that crashes through her mind. The beasty reaches for the strands that incase her back both hands coming round to the small of her spine
anything that money could buy
~Flinging both hands forward as she spins away from this Master she leaves him with only a shower of glass bina, shells and a glimpse of the rounded curve of a perfectly taut buttocks. The shimmering of the beads reflected by the sheen of sweat now starting to form upon her body beneath it. The need within her showing in the fury of her dance, the power of her passion unleashed all too apparent. ~
she said “Master, come on in there is no line”

~her diminutive feet moving only slightly towards the next Master as her voice continues to ring out into the night, her starlit orbs now fully aflame. The morsels of caramel peeking from within the tattered curtain of beads as she whirls about stopping directly in front of him, her form dropping with the downbeat, tiny fists slamming between open thighs into the sands with the thud thud thud of the following beats.~

~The beasty's belly undulating as she lays back her spine arching fully until mahogany curls sweep the dazzling sands. Long fingers seeking, searching above her for the Master pleading with her movements to be gripped by the strength of a firm hand ~
The lights went out

~The voice like molten velvet pours from the girl as the beat grows more intense her shoulders and spine almost serpentine in their movements as her hands billow above the trembling belled and bejeweled belly. Silver stars reflecting in the eyes of midnight blue as the girls nakedness twists seemingly caught in the tumultuous sea of her need. her hips grinding upwards to him punctuating the words with her actions.~
and dancer started to grind
~ The beasty’s eyes pleading for his touch to follow her own as her fingers slide over spread thighs finding the beaded strands at each ankle rending them from their clasps another shower of sparkling trinkets flying about her as she writhes before him. This alluring creature arched almost inverted before him in abject offering, the broken strands now dangling from her finger tips, roils upon the moonlit sands. Hips now thrashing and flashing with the beat as she rises swiftly from the sands seemingly pulled upwards by the flickering wrists extended to him~

~glancing from one Master to the other as her form straightens her hips now swiveling as she shifts from foot to foot her body turning to one then the other. The girls hands sliding up along the sweet curve of her hip, the mark of her slavery clearly seen upon her left thigh. The remains of the sheath of beads dangling around her trailing her form. Turning suddenly the beads whip out only to snap back against the beast with a hiss, to sting her flesh. Jerking forward at the prickling assault, almost falling into the arms of the next Master. The little tease gasping for air as she continues.~
The alcove started spinning
~as she sings that lusty voice filling the night~ or maybe it was just his brain
~the girl’s hips crash back as her head snaps forward both hands reaching out to this Master begging with their flashing movement for him to grasp them her voice almost daring as her eyes brazenly lift to meet his gaze, full lips parted in a snarl which offers a challenge to even the strongest of men. Once more her flesh now almost fully revealed as her hands reach for the strands of bina left anchored at her throat ripping them from her to shower yet another Master in a tempest of dazzling colors~
He still cant say what she did to him
~The girls form spins away to the center of the pit where she twirls wantonly her hands sliding up over her head as her hips are buffeted against the titanic force of her own carnal instincts, the nipples now fully erect dusted in silver and gold seem to scream silently to be caught ‘tween the teeth of a Master. The tiny girl’s voice filled with hunger as the song continues~
But his body will never be the same
~looking from one to the other and and to the next her form twisting in its need to please until she faces each Master in turn~
her loving will kick your behind, she'll show you no mercy, but she'll sho nuff show ya how ta grind
~Dropping to a crouch her fingers finding the inside of her own thighs, voice filling the night, the creature tormented by the driving beat of the drums casts herself into the sand only to roll up again and hammer the air seeking release out of sheer desperation. The beasty’s words are belted out to them one after another the starry gaze, now brilliant with the fire in her belly, passing from one to the next her form rising from the sands as if thrown upwards by the beat of the drums~

~Teasingly she steps towards the last Master she continues the song. The words forced from her lips filled with the lust and desperation she knew when in the Taverns of Port Kar. Lustily, wickedly she sings as her hips drive and shift rising and falling A pink satiny ribbon of tongue flickering over passion filled gold tinged lips at each break in the words her eyes like molten starlight glazed over with her need as she sinks into a kneel ~
He woke the next morning
~the girls fingers raking over her belly~ dancer wasn’t there
~The little beast letting out a growl of desire as the music fills her once again, her form shooting upwards hands reaching for something only to shudder back to a kneel with the staccato beat~
he looked all over
~The storms of summer flash in starry night skies as she remembers her own Master finishing the song the first time the realization of that moment slamming into her head tosses back her eyes brazenly lifting to His gaze as the last lines fly from her lips. The tiny animal’s hips rotate madly grinding against the air and sand~
all he found was a simple note on the stairs

It said thank you Master for a furring time...
~the voice going to a deep growl as the final line is forced from generous gilded lips. Tumbling forward to the sparkling sands, sensuality personified, submission incarnate, the only movement left in her the heaving of her breasts turned to the moons as she agonizes for air.~
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