aurora pulls a fur to the center of the stage and reclines upon it repairing her thoughts to the dance of her morning's joy

aurora pretends to sleep

aurora tugs at the imaginary shackle at her foot and the one at her wrist....and squirms back in her slumber murmuring as her Master's hand slides over her belly

aurora stretches her leg as she hears the click releasing her

aurora rolls on the furs and hugs the warm lump and snaps her eyes awake forcing her body awake.... the girl leaps to her feet swiftly peeling off the silks and washes her warm skin as the cool waters invigorate her

aurora flutters about the room picking up invisible things and tidying the room as her Master sleeps on her eyes fill with devotion as she looks to the furs and walks to the wall kissing the whip that hangs there....Master's whip

aurora spirals toward the door gracefully.....and bursts out into the morning sun aurora raises her arms to greet the day and sets off in a slave run....smelling the dina and the dew

aurora lowers her hands to her breast...no...Master's breasts....and pinches each one as they tingle...longing for his touch

aurora flutters about an imaginary servery...humming a happy tune as her belly is warmer then the blackwine

aurora returns to the furs........settling Master's breakfast aside.....then leaps back into the furs......clinging to him with all her devotion

aurora ends the dance by kissing the furs...and laying utterly still awaiting release

tia closes her eyes, letting the sounds of nature blend into sweet music, the sounds of the outdoors, the;pounding cascade of the falls, the soft cries of birds, the whisper of the wind in the treetops, far away calls of animals talking to their young. she feels the heartbeat of the land and the pulse of the tides as the three bright moons call to the land and awaken it. her hips start to move slowly, hands sliding up her body from her thighs.;

tia continues sliding her hands up her body, soft red silk bunching and then falling again beneath her fingers, hands curving lightly over her breasts, lifting to move gracefully like young branches in the wind, fingers tracing over her wrists to her elbows then drifting high over head once again. her eyes half closed, her full lips parted as she sways reaching gracefully to the dark sky bathed in the radiance of the stars and the glowing moons.

tia barely moves her feet on the stage beneath her, yet a fine sheen bathes her skin borne by some inner heat, the heat of a slaves passion pounding in her veins. The invisible tempo of nature calls to her, increasing its speed, and she flings her head back a cascade of honeyed blonde curls swirling about the slender curve of her hips caressing her skin like so much golden velvet, clinging to her form like the well loved hands of a Master, she embraces the night, feeling the touch of the moons light warming her in their luminescence.

tia slides her hands back down over her curves, pausing to lift and caress her breasts beneath the thin silk, nipples hardening under her tender touch, moving her hands down her swaying form, lingering over her taut belly, gently rubbing, feeling the heavy heat inside. Slowly she moves her hands back up again, loosing the knot of her silks and letting them fall to her feet lightly stepping from the pooling red silk and tossing it away with one foot.

tia moves hypnotically, lost in her dance, a supple undulation of spine and hips that sets You ablaze. A soft seductress' smile curves her lips as she again flings her head back, spinning about, allowing eyes to feast upon the lush fullness of her buttocks slowly rolling in an age old rhythm as she dances to the night, her blonde mane catching the moonlight in flickers of molten gold.

tia spins forward again, aqua eyes reflecting flames and passion ignited, damp tendrils of flaxen hair now clinging to the thrusting peaks of her breasts, fingers splaying over her taut belly massaging the rhythm deep within her she dances enticingly towards and away, moistening full lips with pink tongue, offering the taste of her lips to Those that own her.

tia slips to her knees, arching her body back, lifting her hips in a silent plea as her heat flames within her lithe form. she writhes under the spell of the dark night and the web of magic woven in the land by the bright light of the moons and their undetectable pull, ebbing and flowing over the heated body of the kajira on the stage.

tia slowly lifts her body back to a kneel, blue gaze darkened, smoky with a slaves passion. she tilts her head back, chest rising and falling rapidly, gazing above to the call of the night that spoke to her in her dance. The girl slowly moves her hands to her thighs bringing her head back forward and sliding her hands down over her knees, bending her body low to the ground till her forehead touches the ground and her arms are outstretched before her, muscles relaxing, panting softly, she waits for permission to rise

lale steps into the center of the room. she tilts her head up, looking at the moon overhead, smiling brightly as she sees it is looking down upon her, protecting her. sinking to her knees slowly, she pushes her thighs apart and her palms land on her parted thighs, facing toward the three Moons. her eyes slither down to the floor, her brown locks tied up in pony tail, secured with a dark green ribbon.

lale takes a deep breath, her black silks barely shift over her body moving with her breaths. her blue eyes disappear as they slither shut. the music swells from the musicians, slowly sweeping the room. lale leans forward, her hands sliding down the flesh of her thighs as her torso curls over her knees.

lale slides back, nails raking against her pale flesh. her back arches before she leans all the way back making her back lay flat on the floor. her legs curl out from beneath her, laying in a perfect line agains the floor, arms stretched out over her head, palms facing up toward the Three Moons.

the music loops and the girl rolls across the floor. her silks shining and shimmering in the light, her arms stretched out over her head. she lands on her stomach. her hands and knees draw upward, forcing her to move to her hands and knees, her big blue eyes flash open, surveying her surroundings.

lale wiggles her bottom, her silks thrash about, exposing her bottom more. lale stretches upward, lifting her hands up off the floor. she looks, concentrating on the Moons. her fingers splay outward, wrists coming together as she kneels up straight, arms stretching up to reach the Moons that watch over her.

lale climbs to her feet, head still tilt back, blue eyes still gazing at the Moons. she slips up to her toe tips, in an attempt to reach out to touch the Moons. lale spins around, pulling her arms inward against her body, her head dips downward chin pressing against her chest as she twirls.

lale stops abruptly, her blue gaze lifts up to the moons above her head again. she nods slowly, her brown hair jumping with the movements of her head, whispering softly, "Yup, the Moons are still there, watching." she breathes deeply, her eyes peering at the Moons, marking it as her home.

lale sinks to her knees slowly, her thighs push apart, her head still tilted up, watching the Moons. a small smile crosses the features of her face, knowing in her heart no matter where she runs, she cannot hide from the Moons. her head tilts downward, eyes slide toward the floor, palms lay upward upon her parted thighs. the smile still aparent on her features as she ends her dance, knowing she will always be watched and protected.

The slave mariah moves slowly to the center of the sand pit; her ankle bells chime softly with each step in the sand; she pauses, arranging the varied coloured square pieces of silk attached to a golden rope about her slender waist. About her neck, and attached to her collar, are long slender silk streamers, all gold, as the moons of Gor are of shimmering gold. The streamers trail behind her, dragging in the sand.

Bounding lightly, she moves with a steady step, so that in the rising winds the silks are caught, revealing a trim ankle, rounded hips, full lush breasts, ruby lips that pout prettily, and long chestnut hair, hidden under the streamers behind her.

mariah stops at the pole, then turns, kneeling in the sand facing her Master, her passion of life, her life of passion, her only reason for being. Her thighs part widely as she honours Him, her hands meet high over her head, joining as if in a prayer, then part as her hands slide down through the sand, fingers and hands reaching to Him. Her head held up slightly, she turns her face slightly to the left, hearing the winds call her name.

mariah rises, her silks drawn up about her, as she moves with a liquid grace; her slave bells and the wind her only accompaniment. The slave girl feels the wind pressing her, moving her, as she twirls around the room, hearing only her name called in the wind, as her feet dance to the beat of her heart, slowly, then increasing in tempo while her circles grow larger, the streamers moving higher as they rise behind her slave scented body.

Stopping with her eyes feasting on the first moon, she reaches for one of the streamers, and her hands move, holding the streamers, making circles in the increasing night breeze, mirroring the first moon above her. Her circles grow fiercer as her arms move, circling around and around until suddenly, mari drops the streamer, and it flutters to a circle on the sand.

mariah reaches for the second streamer, and bows to the second brightly lit moon. The third moon is so close to the second, that she reaches for the third streamer, and both arms begin their mirroring streaming dance in the night wind. Round and round they go, crossing the girl's body, playing across her breasts, and belly, creating shadows, illusions of crossed ropes across her warmed body. Suddenly those streamers too are dropped, falling into perfect circles on the sand.

mariah looks slowly, then feels the wind rising again, as she dances in those streamer circles, the tiny piece of silk around her waist lifting and fluttering in the wind as she strikes the sand with her melodic belled feet. One, two.. and over and over again she moves, dancing, twirling, turning in the large circle. Her hands move gracefully to the rising moons in the sky, then move to her body, and she knows Homage is what must be paid! She drops one of the silken scarves about her waist in the first circle.

Feeling her senses heating, she leaps, breasts, belly, and arms dancing in the other circle, her body warming now, in spite of the chilling breeze... she moans softly, as her hands caress her tender nipples while they twirl, move, and capture the breeze swirling around her. She leaps into the air stretching and reaching, as if she could touch the golden disc above her in the sky, but all she reaches is one more scarf, which drops into the second circle.

mariah feels the music in her heart with an even greater passion now as she looks at the third moon, and knowing there is nothing more she can give, she removes the third and last scarf, now only robed in the golden rope. Swaying from side to side, glissading back and forth, hearing the music rise and fall, her body moves with added determination. Honor! Homage! To the Priest Kings the Three Moons of Gor!

With a determination unequaled, she leaps as a gazelle from one circle to the next, dancing with a beginning frenzy. The first circle seems to capture a girl's spirit, as she feels the confining circle surrounding her, holding her; she looks up to the moons, reaching, stretching with her arms, across her face and cheeks; her arms sway boldly forward then behind her, crossing behind her slave body, her arms captured as though bound behind her; the pressure seems to build - carrying her to the next golden circle in the sand:

mariah leaps across to the next circle, swaying, leaning over, picking up the scarf in the middle, and she watches it uncover one secret after another; the scarf falls on first one breast, then the other, and her belly, first covering then revealing all to the Three Moons. Last, the girl watches it cover and then uncover herself as it once again drops to the sand from her waist. The slavegirl seems frenzied, as she looks to the Moonsbaring her soul. The 2nd circle encompasses her soul

Yet the third circle compels her, the circle calls for Her to demand her heart, to expose it to the Moons, the Free and slaves present. The dance to the three moons of Gor demands the total heart of the slave - to show it as she dances in the third circle; mari feels the momentum gaining as she swirls, twirls, pants harder as she moves quicker until finally she spins so she finds her body twisted and lowered in the sand, her hands raising up to the Gods

mariah feels her eyes lowering, as her panting body salutes the Moons, while she remains in the heart circle. She falls, her strength all but gone, as she reaches over for the square of silk, holding it to her slave heart. Then, dancing slower, as though her energy were spent, the slave girl moves into each circle, taking the 3 squares of silks, and picks up the three golden streamers, carries them over her shoulder, as she dances her way slowly across the sands.

Like a clock that has wound down, the girl trembles, moving to Master Givur, her heart, spirit, and soul she knows not to be the Gods, but Master's. She gives Him first one scarf, then the other two, as she falls helplessly to widely parted knees before Him, her hands crossed before her for binding, her forehead touching the sands at His feet. ~HE~ is the owner of her heart, her spirit and her soul.

martina slips to her knees, her crimson hair curling about her as she draws a deep breath as though awakening from a sleep, her head lifting to look up at the soft glow of the three moons stretching across the midnight sky, a soft smile curving lips bruised from the power of His kisses as her eyes drift back down to caress the line of His jaw, the strong width of His shoulders as he sleeps soundly, His needs satisfied with the slave's use

martina reaches out slowly, not quite touching and then rises to step softly away, bells singing out sweetly as her feet carry her over the sand and down to the water's edge, inhaling the smell of the crisp salt air and the scent of her Master still clinging to damp skin, she spins lightly along the edge of the water, filled with joy

martina runs her hands softly and slowly up over her skin, her head tiltes to let the moons share in her happiness, her fingers touching where His have been and a soft whispering moan issuing from her lips as her nipples rise hard, springing back to life and her skin ripples with just the thought of the pleasures they shared

martina drops into the water, gasping at the chill and rolling in the shallows, feeling her skin shed the slickness that their juices had left as their bodies entwined, her hands moving faster to clean her soft skin and renewing the fires as she stands and looks back at His form laying on the furs, the wonderous moons lighting the night almost as the brightest day as she feels her heart pulling her back, forcing her feet to move faster

martina's heart racing in her chest, her skin flushing warmly as she stops to looks down, her hands trembling softly as they lift the furs to cover his sleeping form and then curling about His feet, a soft smile teasing her lips as she warms Him with her love and her eyes drift off to dream sweetly of serving once more

darkness fluidly rises, setting barefeet whispering lightly with the grace of a larl to the whipping post, long silken tresses spilling gently over the delicate arch of pale bare shoulders, cascading down and teasing at narrowed waist, pools of liquid blue, luminescent and shimmering vividly under the wash of warm firelight, reveal the excitement growing within her spirit.

darkness raises a tiny hand and lightly caresses her delicate throat, sighing softly at the bareness of it, her gaze lifting from beneath the veil of dark lashes searching out her Master...casting His light through the window from where He sits high up in the dark gorean sky, knowing that as He looks back into hers, the passion that flames deep within her belly will be revealed and surrendered under His wash of pale moonlight.

darkness feels confused as she sees first one Master, washing His light over the pale flesh of her body and then another....her body turning first to one and then the other, bathed in the golden light from where they watch over her ....her eyes growing wide as the third Master comes into view, shimmering light dancing in pools of blue as her body responds to their soft caresses.

darkness snakes willowy arms upward, grasping the chain above her head as if bound for punishment, body stretched and vulnerably exposed under the gaze of the three Masters...the melody of desire enslaving her body and taking possession of her spirit as it sings its lullabye within her, lashes of velvet fluttering slowly down, her partner for the dance taking her hand.

darkness salaciously moves as lush hips tilt forward, the music filling her heart while the warmth of her flesh slithers around the pole....her soft moans lifting into the room as she dances beneath the light of each Master..whipping her body...trembling... cowering...yet a sensual slave. The swell of her breasts rise and fall to the wild beat of her slaveheart, her body alive and crying out, swirling against the pole as the brilliance of passion to please leaps high within.

darkness arches her body in gracefully sway first to one Master...then the other...and then the third...feeling her own beauty pulled from deep within her soul as their golden caresses touch her....call to her...remind her of the slave that she is as her tiny hands release the chain as they call to her.

darkness dances lightly about the room, twirling sending the long auburn tresses flying behind her, the firelight casting long erotic shadows agains her flesh as she is pulls to each Master as if a beautiful moth...flickering to the bright light....arches reaching forward then arcing around...a picture of graceful beauty as the searches which Master is her own.

darkness feels the rise and fall of her curves as the pulse within sends her spiraling to the ground, washing in the light of all three Masters....her spirit needing to be pleasing unable to know where she belongs...and so she falls quietly to the floor..humbly...outstretched arms begging with her body....to please.

darkness closes her eyes, knowing that one day...her spirit will know, which one calls just to her.

lena unfastens the loosely tied cord belt, then unties silk panels knotted on her shoulder. The black silks fall away, the girl stooping quickly to gather them up, exchanging them for the new dancing silks her Master's provided. The girl gathers the many-paneled skirt about her hips, loosely tying the sash. The girl's upper torso remains bared.

lena smiles as she begins swaying her hips, watching how the silk panels move about her legs. the girl stoops again, pulling out the collar she'd requested for this dance, a gold circle locked only to itself. Reflexively, she touches the one about her neck, as she backs toward the center of the room, pausing, taking a deep breath, turning toward the musicians.

lena whispers something to the nearest musician who nods in recognition of the girl's requested melody. As the girl returns to the center of the dance area, the musicians retune their instruments. She tests her skirt again, a deeper sway from side to side, then a quick shimmy that vibrates the whole of her body. The knotted sash remains secure. The girl takes a breath, and nods toward the musicians. She slides one small foot behind the other, arching her upper torso toward the front, the collar balanced in both hands, held up toward the night sky, but to the girl's eye, a ring about the center moon.

lena's burgundy-edged hips begin a soft sway, the music slow and melodic, her bent knees parting through the many-paneled skirt, baring to the thigh as she takes each step. The girl's torso shifts, her body arcing toward the moon closest to setting as the melody lowers in key, the collar held up to frame the cold gold glow in the sky, the rhythmic motion of her swaying hips unchanging.

lena spins about, whirling as the music shifts its key again, the girl arches back, presenting the collar now to the slowest moon to rise. the girl whirls about once more, the music loud and brash, the dancing skirt flares away from her legs, revealing the whole of the girl's pale body to the moonlight. lena stops; The music stops, only the echo of the last dissonant chord reverberates. The sweeter melody begins once more, and the girl's hips begin a deeper circle, that turns her slowly in a pivot. She keeps her gaze focused on the collar she holds above her head, the symbol of the world, the moons, and what she is. As she returns toward the starting point, the music now changes tempo, beginning to race. Her arms lower, fingers support the gilded circle, deftly spinning it, the rim becoming a blur.

lena brings the ring slowly down to her belly, then skims the edge against her body, as she begins a slow grind. As she arches her hips forward, the collar slips lower, ringing the heat hidden under the deep kalana-coloured silks. Her eyes gradually lower from the skies, taking in the faces around the dance floor, all glowing in the torchlight. Her arms raise the collar higher over head once more, the gesture pulling her round, full breasts high as she stretches up in grace on her toes.

lena's body seems to tremble as the music races, first at the hips, then all her slight frame in harmony. The girl's eyes sweep over the faces in the crowd, widening in the realization of audience. The girl's face reveals an initial panic, but it quickly softens, her gaze focusing upward, taking in the arc of the three orbiting moons.

lena's hips sway with the beat, a sweeping arch as she parades toward the periphery of the dance ring. She makes a single circuit, her silks a blur of the deep wine panels, her pale legs almost aglow much like the moons.

lena slides to her knees with the final crash of the music, the collar held high, a celebration of all that is above her. The girl lowers her head, signaling the end of a dance offered in honor of the festival and her collar.