Dance of Need
“She was performing a need dance, of a type not uncommon among Gorean female slaves. Such a dance usually proceeds in clearly defined phrases, evident not merely in the expressions and movements of the girl but in the nature of the accompanying music.”
”There are usually five phases to such a dance. In the first phase the girl, dancing, feigns indifference to the presence of men, before whom, as a slave, she must perform. In the second phase, for she has not yet been raped, her distress and uneasiness, her restlessness, her disturbance by her sexual urges, must become subtly more manifest. Here it must be evident that she is beginning to feel her sexuality, and drives, profoundly, and yet is struggling against them. Toward the end of this phase it must become clear not only that she has sexual needs, and deep ones, but that she is beginning to fear that she may not be, simply as she is, of sufficient interest to men to obtain their satisfaction.”
“Here, need, coupled with anxiety and self-doubt, for she has not yet been seized by strong men, must become clear. In the third phase of the dance she, in an almost ladylike fashion, acknowledges herself defeated in her attempt to conceal her sexuality; she then, again in an almost ladylike fashion, delicately but clearly, with restraint but unmistakably, acknowledges, and publicly, before masters, that she has sexual needs.”
“Then, with smiles, and gestures, displaying herself, she makes manifest her readiness for the service of men, her willingness, and her receptivity. She invited them, so to speak to have her. But she has not yet been seized by an arm or an ankle, or by her collar, a thumb hooked rudely under it, or hair, and pulled from the floor. What if she is not sufficiently pleasing? What if she is not to be fulfilled?”
“What if she must continue to dance, alone, unnoticed. At this point it becomes clear to her that it is by no means a foregone conclusion that men will find her of interest, or that they will see fit to satisfy her. She must strive to be pleasing. If she is not good enough she may be chained, unfulfilled, another night alone in the kennel. There are always other girls. She must earn her rape. Too, if she should be insufficiently pleasing consistently it is likely that she will be slain. Goreans place few impediments in the way of liberation of a slave female's sexuality. In this phase of the dance, then, shamelessly the woman dances her need and, shamelessly, begs for her sexual satisfaction. The phase of the dance is sometimes known as the Heat of the Collared She-Sleen. The fifth, and final phase, of the dance, is far more dramatic and exciting. In this phase the girl, overcome by sexual desire and terrified that she may not be found sufficiently pleasing, clearly manifests, and utterly, that she is a slave female. In this portion of the dance the girl is seldom on her feet. Rather, sitting, rolling, and changing position, on her side, her back, her belly, half kneeling, half sitting, kneeling, crawling, reaching out, bending backwards, lying down, twisting with passion, gesturing to her body, presenting it to masters for their inspection and interest, whimpering, moaning, crying out, brazenly presenting herself as a slave, pleading for her rape, she writhes, a piteous, begging, vulnerable, ready slave, a woman fit for and begging for the touch of a master, a woman begging to become, at the least touch of her master, a totally submitted slave. The fourth phase of the dance, as I have mentioned, is sometimes known as the Heat of the Collared She-Sleen. This portion of the dance, the fifth portion, is sometimes known as the Heat of the Slave Girl. The music ended with a swirl of sound and the girl, with a jangle of bells, lay before the table of Policrates, whimpering, her hand extended. She lifted her head. I read the unmistakable need in her eyes. She was indeed a slave female.”Rogue of Gor, Page 86
Need Dance
performed by drifter{WPT}
December 22, 2002
~The girls form rises her mahogany
tresses curling about her form as she moves,
unfolding from her kneel she glance
only slightly in his direction as she backs away her eyes lowered as a
single tear falls from her starlit eyes. The girl slips down the steps
from the dais and back away thrice more before turning and making her way
over the polished stones of the palace floors. Tossing her hair back as
she enters the pit she takes a deep breath and moves deeper into the sands.
Closing her eyes the girls head lowers as she steps to the center. ~
~With her eyes closed she raises
both arms to cross over her breasts, removing from
sight the ripeness of her body,
the low slung yellow silks offering a bit of cover from the eyes of men.
As she hears the drums sounding, the ones that lead her heart she lifts
her head her eyes cold and unconcerned with the men or women about her.
Tossing her hair back she begins to move slowly her hips rolling as she
steps from left to right foot her form snaking its way around a small circle
in the center of the pit, the words dance or die playing in her head from
long ago she pulls her face into a smile one that is practiced, designed
for the pleasure of men. AS she moves she feels his eyes upon her and with
each step she melts a bit more.~
~Still she keeps herself hidden
her face an expression of the nobility of one that has
not yet learned her true nature.
The girls form continues in this small circle, she looks as though she
floats over the sands her eyes still filled with haughtiness yet her face,
softens as it moves over the others present. Until they come to rest upon
him, where suddenly she must look away, her head snapping to the left as
if to seek another face, her form following with a quick jerk, the movement
akin to a sail whipping round in a strong wind, the curls of mahogany snapping
around to flicker over her arms which hide what she is. Still the girl
looks back, her eyes lowered slightly unable to meet his gaze, she again
whips her head from him and seeks out the visage of another. The look of
fear and desire crossing her face in brief lapses between the cold nobility
replacing it.~
~The girl tries to run, her form
moving more quickly as she attempts to flee from
those eyes, Seeing her path blocked
by some imaginary guard at the edge of the pit a single hand moves to her
mouth as she realizes her predicament. Turning again she moves, this time
the circle larger her form moving in a pace that
seems to mimic that of the fires
of the plains, swift and filled with horror. The girls forearms still cover
her breasts as she looks up from the depths of the pit into the faces of
the men surrounding it. Finally her eyes like the starlit skies
fall upon yours and her head lowers
fully, she steps back slowly, her toes dragging through the sands. knowing
deep within her whom she has just seen. The girls eyes follow the trail
of prints that she has just left in the sand as she sinks to her knees
there in the pit, her thighs firmly pressed together her hands still crossing
her chest . Raising her eyes she looks into your gaze for only a moment
before her mind accepts and her gaze lowers to your boots. ~
~The girl tries to run, her form
moving more quickly as she attempts to flee from
those eyes, Seeing her path blocked
by some imaginary guard at the edge of the pit a single hand moves to her
mouth as she realizes her predicament. Turning again she moves, this time
the circle larger her form moving in a pace that seems to mimic that of
the fires of the plains, swift and filled with horror. The girls forarms
still cover her breasts as she looks up from the depths of the pit into
the faces of the men surrounding it. Finally her eyes like the starlit
skies fall upon yours and her head lowers fully, she steps back slowly,
her toes dragging through the sands. knowing deep within her whom she has
just seen. The girls eyes follow the trail of prints that she has just
left in the sand as she sinks to her knees there in the pit, her thighs
firmly pressed together her hands still crossing her chest . Raising her
eyes she looks into your gaze for only a moment before her mind accepts
and her gaze lowers to your boots. ~
~With a pristineness, she lowers
her hands, her form being revealed slowly as her
fingers trail over her flesh. The
long delicate fingers arched as they pass over her breasts now bared the
clinging touching and kneading soft and gentle, her body not yet fully
aware of what it means to be what she has become. Those eyes like the night
skies close as her lips part from the touch of her own hand, her thighs
inching apart, the shoulders beginning to sway as her heart again beats
with the rhythm of who and what she has become. her head lifts and again
she attempts to look at Him, yet she can not hold his gaze so strong and
virile, she gasps and shudders beneath it~
~As the girl finds herself alone
there in the pit under his gaze she begins to flower,
her own will now lowering as her
thighs spread, her hips roling upon her heels as her hands reach out offering
to him her touch. she rises from her kneel flowing every upward like the
seas flow against the shores, ebbbing back as her
body begins its serpentine gyrations,
her hips rolling towards him then away, her hands writhing over one another
as she reaches for him, her eyes still lowered as she moves around the
pit in this fashion her form now glistening as she moves, the strain of
her tribulations now upon her, the tiny jewels of persperation catching
the light as her hands move to her collar, and stroke it, carressing it.
The girls head tosses back exposing the gleaming golden band, her eyes
now proudly displaying it, she winks as she moves through the sands to
a few of the others and yet her form
always returns to your feet~
~A growl escapes her as you take
no head of her attempts, pay no mind to her
frustrations, her left foot slamming
suddenly to the ground beneath her she spins quickly and turns as if to
walk away. Three steps, the girl takes three angry steps before her head
lowers, her hands hving formed themselves into tiny fists shake at her
side as her teeth clench and her shoulders shudder. Yet the girl steps
no further. Instead her head tilts the urls falling over her form as she
looks back, her eyes moving to your boots. Turning halfway, she looks higher,
her fingers unclenching as she lets those starlit orbs roam upwards. Suddenly
the girl is all but still until her from falls before you, face down groveling
upon the sands.~ to fall before you
~The long fingers drag through the sand pulling her forward upon her belly, her hips now writhing as they follow, the silken tresses of mahogany clinging to her lush curves as do the tiny sparkling grains of sand. Her growl deepening as she nears your feet. her head tossing left and right she sniffs the air, her form more animal than human. She slithers over the coarse sands her breasts coming to full bloom as she moves, her hands now beneath her pressing her shoulders upwards so that her belly still rides the sands but the bared breasts are exposed to the chill of the night air. Brown sugary peaks beg to be touched as they bloom and tighten with each of her movements. The girls eyes now blazing like meteors flaring across the night skies, the cherried lips parting to call for the One~
~Her body now shuddering as she
writhes still closer across the sands her eyes fixed
upon the One that calls to her
very soul Brazenly she stands her form erect and exposed save the silks
of yellow slung low upon her hips. With a single motion of her right hand
she rips them from her body and tosses them over her shoulder. Stepping
towards you her eyes blazing, the girls feet never failing as they cross
one in front of the other her hips forced to follow their motions she almost
stalks the last few paces to your feet climbing the sloping edge of the
pit to stop at your feet. With a single snap of her hand the silks fall
to your lap and she falls to her knees her thighs
parted so that all is exposed.
her hands roaming over her flesh as her hips writhe as her back arches
and flexes her shoulder shuddering as the fingers tease her flesh.~
~ The girls fingers drag down her
belly her eyes blaxing as they look up to him her
hips ridsing and falling in time
to the heartbeat that flows in her. The need of the girl evident as her
fingers dig into her own flesh, her lips full and colored to match the
ripened cherries of Tyrose she suddenly arches foward as her fingers strike
her pearl having found the core of her being. The starlit eyes blazing
as she brazenly stares up into your eyes, her words clear as she gasps
them to you~ la kajira Master ma
How to write a Need dance
This dance is the most often performed by slaves that are not specifically dancing slaves. It is the most common of dances upon Gor and usually the one performed during testing.
There are seven basic steps to this dance. They are simple,
and may be as graphic or as elegant as the girl herself. Remember the need
here is your own, not another’s, this is a very personal dance. Relax
and enjoy. This girl has interjected the quotes into the steps of the dance
in the hopes that they will explain the feelings and emotions that should
be present in each one. Portions of the information below in red are from
the quote above.
Step one preparing for the dance. Just getting to the
pit sometimes feels awkward. This girls advice, type it as if walking to
the servery during a normal serve and replace servery with dance pit. ~winks~
Works every time.
Step two according to the quotes on need dances there are five phases to this type of dance Each phase should be a separate post. This is the first of the five pahses.
Step three This phase of the dance is somewhat troubling for many girls. Often they have been slaves for a long time and are well aware of their own sexual desires, they must rediscover those needs as if they have supressed them for some time, or have never beenslave before.
Step four “lady like” is the key here, though you are aware of your need you still have not found the courage to express it. The slave still attempts to retain some of her former restraint when showing your desire.
Step five this phase is often called the “ the Heat of
the Collared She-Sleen” Here is where your animal should emerge, this is
the time to become a writhing beast. This does not always mean that the
post must be overly graphic only that the post should fully demonstrate
the need you feel to be touched.
“Goreans place few impediments
in the way of liberation of a slave female's sexuality. In this phase of
the dance, then, shamelessly the woman dances her need and, shamelessly,
begs for her sexual satisfaction”
Show no inhibitions, strip, beg with your eyes, your
hands, pull at your hair. All of these are acceptable animalistic behaviors.
Either step five or six should hold at least two posts, drifter would use two for each step, but that is her way. Each slave must find her own
Step six this girl can not explain it any better than the passage from the books:
