These Dances were found around the web and I know they in those who wrote them take pride in them so no plagerisms of these works , will be worked in any sorts of ways into the Dances the kajira of Tuchuk , These dances are just examples of what can truly be done from Our kajira.
Seduction Dance
This dance begins with the kajira standing before her Master. It is a pure,
lustful seduction dance. The kajira is attempting to seduce her Master, to
let him know that the fire of her desire for him is consuming her. She is
trying to interest him in being pleased by her.
The kajira rises and stands before her Master, a fiery gleam in her eyes as
a smile spreads across her luscious lips,...slowly raising her arms above
her head...fingers tracing along her arms...elbows bowed softly around her
auburn hair, her wrists flexed...delicate fingers reaching for the sky...her
right hand glides softly down along her left arm, painted fingernails running
through her auburn hair, trailing softly along her neck, a fire burning deep
within her shows in her eyes...her right hand caresses her belly then gently
rests on her ivory hip as it peeks out from under her red silks...
Her hands drops down to her sides in a flash, her lips pouting in frustration, she paces the room like a caged tigress, her ankle bells ringing out the beat she feels within her, her hips swaying with each step, her deep red silks swirling against her thighs, she circles the room and then before her Master, she stops...
Her feet separated, her knees slightly flexed, her heels tap the rhythm of the unheard drums, her fingertips caressing her ivory thighs, feeling their strength and longing, the fire of her desires shines in her eyes as they gaze into his face, she turns slowly, turning her head to hold his gaze...her chin dipped softly against her shoulder, her right hand trails up through the slit in her red silks, and across her tight belly, her fingertips grazing the outline of her swelling breasts..
Her delicate fingers toy with the soft knot of her silks at her left shoulder, her chin caressing her bare right shoulder, her ruby lips parting slightly as her tongue glides across her teeth...with a flick of her wrist she releases the knot, her left hand caressing her right side releases the binding fiber at her waist and her arm glides up lifting her breasts, holding the soft silk close under her bosom...
She glides softly to her right again, her back to him, her head turned...eyes still locked in his gaze...her head tipping back, exposing the golden collar about her neck catching the light...her hips begin to roll to her rhythm
Her hips rocking softly in circles, her left arm releasing the red silks, allowing them to softly glide down across her hips, her waist bells beginning to chime in time with the rhythm from her ankle bells, the red silks gliding down her ivory thighs...
She smiles across her shoulder with the passion of the desire rising within her as the red silks puddle softly at her feet, her arms encircling her waist, caressing her sides, hands lifting her breasts, tracing her shoulders and the outline of her face, lifting her hair as they stretch above her head...her hips swirl softly, her waist bells gliding across the small of her back riding her hips, the rhythm building, waist bells chiming the music of her passion, her back swaying like a willow in the breeze...
She glides away with soft deliberate steps, then spins on her toes, again facing her beloved Master, the firelight in the room flickering across her ivory skin
The kajira strides back to him, her fingers caressing her thighs, her belly smooth and tight, the dew of her desire glistening on her slave heat...her lips parted...full breasts thrusting forward swollen in anticipation of a touch...she pauses just out of reach, she lowers her chin and looks to him with fire in her eyes..
She collapses to her knees, her thighs spread wide, the flower of her passion open wide, the softness of her belly curving softly up to her glistening breasts, her head drops forward as her auburn hair falls across her silky ivory shoulders...she lifts her arms with her wrists crossed as for binding pleading for her Master's touch
Tether Dance
This dance begins with the Master attaching a tether to the slave girls collar
and attaching the other end to a ring in the tile floor. This dance is also
sometimes called a Tile or Floor Dance. The girl never rises to her feet throughout
the dance. It is an expression of her desire to be pleasing to her Master
and her pleading for his touch and attention.
The girl looks at her Master with fire dancing in her eyes, her slender fingers
gently caressing the lines of her ivory thighs...the black pearls dangling
from her ears caressing her neck...her finger tips drag softly across her
taut belly following the line of the tethering strap, then gently lifting
her full breasts...her red lips parting as her tongue drags slowly across
her smile
Her left knee rises from the floor, her toes stretching for the ceiling, the warm dew of her desire glistening on her slave heat catches the light as her leg glides to the floor...pressing her hips and belly to the floor, her arms stretched out over her head...she stretches to her full length, her feet gliding together, her full ivory buttocks taut
Her hands glide back, arching her back, her hair falling softly on her shoulders, she stretches up on her hands, hips resting on the floor, full ivory breasts swaying between her arms her hips begin to roll softly, her desire feeding the gentle movement, her heat pressing against the hard floor, the tether draping in a soft curve from her collar to the ring, echoing the curve of her back
Her head arches back, her breath quickening, her breasts rising and falling with each breath...her hands glide back to her thighs tightening as she draws herself to her knees, her calves showing the draw of the muscles as she draws back to her knees, her full ivory buttocks cradled softly on her heels...
Her taut belly pulled firm, the lines of her body delicately reflected in the firelight, her head arching back, her auburn hair flipping around her shoulders to her back, the tether holding her neck forward
The girl's eyes shine with the passion within, her red lips moist with desire, her ivory breasts swollen, her curves gracefully illuminated, her tight belly inviting caress...
Her fingers trail down her thighs to the floor as she rocks forward, her back bowing as she lifts her hips and rises to her toes, the lines of her firm thighs showing the strength of her passion, her calves firm and tight, her breasts swaying softly between her shoulders as her hair slides from her back across her shoulders
She looks over her shoulder, her body trembling with desire and she sinks to the floor, her left leg outstretched, toes delicately pointed, her right foot dragging softly along the line of her calf, her foot comes to rest in front of her knee, exposing her glistening heat, her right hand drawn slowly from her knee and along her thigh, her eyes pleading for her Master''s touch as her tongue gently teases across her lips...
The kajira's hand glides from her thigh, across her smooth belly, lifting her breast softly, finger tips caressing her neck as she lifts her hair from her neck opening herself fully for her Master, deep green eyes aflame with desire, she leans forward on her left elbow, her tongue drawing across her full red lips, her hips softly rolling begging for her Master, her desire to please pulsing through her body...she arches her neck as she rolls back to the floor, her toes pointed, belly drawn tight, her feet draw up, her back arches, hips lifting from the floor
Her feet drawn up close as her back arches her knees spreading, her heat blossoming in the fullness of its desperate desire, she lifts her head from the floor as she presses her hands against the floor her body gracefully arched and fully opened for her Master's pleasure, the tether sliding from her shoulder hanging loose and lost in her hair
She softly loosens the bow and rolls forward to her knees as she collapses to the floor, turning to her Master, her hair clinging softly to her glistening shoulders, her back arched as she strains at the end of the tether that binds her...her hands reaching up, her fingers curling as she pleads...totally consumed in her desire to please him as her dance comes to an end
Whip Dance
This is a strong dance in which the slave girl recognizes the multiple purposes of the slave whip.
Killertrees pulls out his whip from his pack and sets it in his lap and looks
at tyki.. "slave I want you to dance the whip dance"
tyki{KTs} kneels before her Master...her thighs spread wide...her back gently
arched...her delicate hands on her thighs with her palms open and up she smiles
up at her Master with a gleam in her eyes...
tyki{KTs} says: Master, might tyki be permitted the use of your slave whip
as she performs for you?
Killertrees nods "yes tyki you may use my whip child
tyki{KTs} lowers her eyes and crawls forward to her Master...she leans up
and takes the handle of the 5-bladed whip in her soft lips...tasting the leather
with her tongue...she retreats from her Master crawling backwards...her heart
pounding within her chest...her eyes lowered...not daring to look at her Master...
Killertrees sits back and watches his slave intently..
tyki{KTs} rises softly from her hands and knees and stands before him with
her legs parted...her legs firm and tense, slave belly held taut and firm...her
eyes downcast as she reaches up and takes the whip from her soft lips. She
holds the handle of the whip in her right hand and lets her hand drop down
to her thigh...the 5 supple blades of the black whip dangling along her ivory
soft inner thigh and knee
Killertrees watches his slave closely and smiles ...
tyki{KTs} begins slowly drawing the blades of the whip up along her thigh...the
handle of the whip caressing her belly and then the fullness of her breast...the
handle of the whip catching at the releasing knot at her shoulder loosening
it....her hips begin to rock softly as her silks glide gently across her curves..
falling to the floor in a rainbow puddle at her feet...with a flick of her
ankle she sends the silks fluttering across the hall...the supple black leather
caressing her ivory flesh...
tyki{KTs} lifts her chin as she hears the call of the music within her heart...responding
to the cool caress of the leather on her soft skin...her breath begins to
quicken as the blades tease and caress her...she spins on her toes...her head
tipped back...her auburn hair flying out in soft waves from her shoulders...she
opens her arms for love's embrace...the blades of the whip whistling through
the air as she spins..
Killertrees leans forward to better what his slave as she dances and smiles
pleased..
tyki{KTs} stops and draws her arms in for an embrace...the blades of the whip
take on a life of their own encircling her within their embrace...until the
ends reach her soft flesh with a soft crack...she jumps at the light sting
of the whip...as the sting hints to her that the whip has another purpose...
Killertrees nods and continues to watch and is very pleased with your dance..
tyki{KTs} gasps and draws her right hand away from her...her gaze drawn to
the whip as she draws the blades of the whip from the caress of her soft flesh...she
brings the handle to her lips and kisses it tenderly...drawing her tongue
along the leather of the handle...she runs the supple blades over her slave
belly...letting the blades fall softly between her thighs...she whimpers as
the blades caress her slave heat...caressing her as her Master has...she moans
as her passion mounts..
tyki{KTs} spins again as her heat and passion rises...the caress of the blades
become more intense...her arm rises with the handle of the whip and snaps
down to her side as the passion builds...her eyes widen as the blades of the
whip CRACK against her firm ivory calve...reminded the whip is not only to
control her passion...it has another purpose...she glances at the whip in
her trembling hand...tears welling up in her eyes...
Killertrees jumps slightly at the sound of the whip and watches his slave
with love in his eyes
tyki{KTs} circles the room...her eyes drawn to the post in the center of the
room...her pace quickening...her slave bell jangling with the force of her
steps...her left hand caresses the post as she circles it...she raises her
right hand above her head...and in a spiraling flash brings it and the whip
down with a CRACK against the post...the black leather blades wrapping around
the smooth temwood post....
tyki{KTs} body quivers as she hears the sharp crack of the whip...she glances
over to her Master...then quickly lowers her eyes...knowing she is owned by
him...she slowly draws the blades of the whip from the post...circling it
again...she moves in close to the post...wrapping her soft leg around the
post...pressing her hips and her full breasts against the smooth cool wood...her
head tips back as she writhes against the post...twisting her hands within
the blades of the whip...she moans...
tyki{KTs} suddenly jumps against the post...her head whipping back from the
post as if the whip has stung her back and she cries out
tyki{KTs} says: for submission to my Master
tyki{KTs} eyes fill with tears of submission as her arms surround the post...she
bites her bottom lip...her breath quivering...her soft flesh pressed hard
against the unyielding post...her body leaps again from an unseen whip...
"For devotion and servitude to my Master" she weeps
Killertrees watches his slave and feels for her but continues to watch the
dance intently as she dances for him.
tyki{KTs} body trembles as she seeks to be pleasing to her Master...her hands
straining at the restraint that binds her to the post...yet her body writhes
against it in pleasure...her body leaps again...stung harshly by the whip...she
slumps against the post and slides to her knees at its base...
"For absolute obedience to my Master," she whispers as she weeps
at the base of the post
tyki{KTs} shudders as her hands slowly free themselves of the whips binding...she
kisses the black bladed whip with her lips as she takes the whip in her mouth
and slowly crawls to her Master...her hands and elbows on the floor...her
head lowered as she approaches her Master...she drops the whip at his feet
and lowers herself to her belly...her arms at her sides...soft palms open
and up as she kisses his feet tenderly
Killertrees reaches down and strokes the hair of his slave and smiles.. "you
may get up my child. You have dances well and I am pleased"
tyki{KTs} rises to her knees trembling...her eyes lowered in submission to
her Master and kneels at his left side...resting her head against his thigh...
Killertrees hand strokes tyki hair lightly and he pick up the whip and puts
it away.. his hand softly stroking her hair..
Capture and Chain Dance
This is a story dance. It tells the tale of a freewoman on Gor. The dance
begins with her capture when her city, or a caravan she is in, is raided by
Warriors. She is captured, stripped and collared. The latter portion of the
dance is about her coming to realize that she is not only a captive, but an
imbonded slave. She fights the bondage of the chain, but as the Master draws
the chain shorter throughout the dance, she accepts her role as slave and
in the end revels in her total submission to the Master who holds the chain.
This dance requires the Master to participate in the dance...as she dances,
he gradually shortens the length of chain, drawing her ever closer to him...a
handful of chain at a time, until she is at his feet.
The kajira wraps Master's cloak around her shoulders as if they were robes
of concealment...a bit of silk covers her face...her eyes flicker in the firelight...her
knees tremble as she recalls the days when she was a freewoman...
Her eyes show the terror as the caravan is beseiged by raiders...with small quick steps within the flowing cape she attempts to flee...she stops short holding out her hands to ward off the Warrior who would be her captor...
She turns and flees, but then he is before her again...terror in her eyes...she must find escape...her robes of concealment are heavy and slow her escape...
She feels the warrior's hand on her shoulder...she has not escaped...she is now his captive...she falls to her knees...hands clasped above her head...she pleads for her life and her freedom
She gasps as he pulls the silk veil from her face...tears running down her cheeks...he pulls away the cloak...she kneels before him exposed as a naked captive...
The captive kneels in the sand pit...numb and confused...hands trying desperately to cover her exposed body...she lifts her head and looks about...rises to her feet...as if unaware of the chain...she slinks away from the Warrior to make good her escape...but she is suddenly stopped as the chain pulls the collar tight against her slender neck...
Her hands rise along her body...till her finger tips touch the collar around her neck...her face puzzled at the restraint...she moves to the right, then to the left...but can get no further from the warrior...she turns and sees the Warrior and terror crosses her face...she realizes she is his captive...
She moves towards the holder of the chain...tentative steps...pleading for her release...then turns again and renews her attempt to escape...
She turns and grasps the chain...drawing herself hand over hand along the chain...the slack dangling from her collar down between the valley of her full breasts....gently caressing her sweet slave belly...she pleads for release...
She shakes her head...denying her reality...she drops the chain to the floor as if burned by its touch...she attempts to flee in yet another direction...but she can not even get as far away as before...she becomes frantic...
She circles around the Master...accepting that she is his captive, but not yet submitting to the chain...she circles around him...staying at the end of the chain...reaching out beyond the reach of the chain she beseeches others to help her to escape...
Her fingers splayed open, longing for freedom etched across her face....certainly someone will help her escape this captivity...her hair tosses wildly around her shoulders as she frantically seeks someone to rescue her...
She holds the chains in her hands, feeling the strength of her bondage...she sinks to her knees...she brings the chain to her lips and tentatively kisses it...her tongue gently flicking across its cold hard surface...
She draws the cool hard steel of the chain across her full breasts, caressing her soft skin with the chain...she begins to feel the reality of her bondage....following the chain she crawls on her belly to her Master's feet...writhing along the cool tiles...
She presses her lips to his feet...kissing and licking them with her moist hot tongue...rising to her knees she lifts the chain at her collar...fiery passion burning in her eyes...her hands reach up caressing his leg...she presses her flushed cheek against his thigh...
She spreads her knees wide and arches her back in a deep bow...her head drops back to the tiles...her hands rest on the tiles...her palms open and turned up to her Master....her love cradle open and inviting...the chain draping along her delicate neck and over her chin to her lips....
She kisses and licks the chain at her lips...accepting she is slave and submits herself openly to her Master...quivering with her desire to serve him totally
Credit of these dances goes to as follows
Note: This dance was written by rdrose{A^S} and performed in channel on dalNet as well as in real life. The dance comes from this girl's kajira heart. It is provided here as an example to provide you a starting point in creating your own dance. The Gorean dances are fed by the heart of the kajira, expressing her love and desire for her master. Use this as inspiration for creating your own dance, please do not just copy this one...it will not be you dancing unless you make it your own dance.