Gorean Falls ~ Chores Dance Exhibition

Gorean Falls Chores Dance Exhibition
Sunday, August 21, 2016 at 1PM SLT

Master Kyser, Event Emcee

Kysersozee Mynx: Welcome all to Gorean Falls

Once again we are pleased to welcome GPR and Lirael’s smooth voice; she will spin the tunes for us today.  Everyone knows Lirael’s sexy intro music and I know my own slave gets all worked up hearing it. So I wish Lirael would play her intro music at the end of the exhibition where it does the most good as I get my excited slave home.

Our exhibition’s theme is  “Slaves Chores”... and there is nothing that pleases me more than to see girls being diligent about doing their chores.  As you can see we have Wild and Taema peeling suls, Addie feeding the vulos, Jaden washing dishes, Nadi and Snow scrubbing the steps, Maia using that broom with enthusiasm and Soco milking a Bosk!

Today, each dancer will receive Lindens from Gorean Falls, a beautiful  "Nadi" silks from Mindar's shop "Soir" and a gift from Mynx Ballet Company.

Here is just a taste of each dance:

Performance #1 ~ Cera

Kysersozee Mynx: Our first dancer, Cera is a sweet, vivacious slave.  Cera is a complete dance addict! She is passionate about the creativity and love displayed in Gorean dance and participates in a handful of dance troupes including the Ravandolls, Northern Fires of Gor.  This girl is owned by Loki Eisenfaust. She hopes her performance is pleasing to watch and honors those who have encouraged her to grow as a dancer.The Mynx ballet was lucky to add this dancer to its roster. Cera the sands are yours.

Cera: Masters, Mistresses, and slaves... imagine a singer depicting a story of which my body will guide you through the visual aspects. Let their story be my story and through this adventure we will both tell you a tale of something wild and ferocious that will surely scare your little ones into not wandering from your side.

Cera opens her heart to the forest as hands arch from her center and reach to the sky, chin lifts while imploring the blazing star. "Guide me through the forest, watchful God." The wild woman steps lightly upon the soil, murmurs of gratitude to the essences flowing around her while blades of grass bend under foot to the light clatter of beads.

Cera creeps vine-like arms through the warm breeze, trunk willows before the thick army of trees. Dirty soles pivot away as her palms draw up her body stroking every powerful Panther muscle. She punches her hand forward, sinuous limb tightens to a fist as the tribe prepares for a hunt. Drumming grows louder and louder until they reverberate through her chest.

Cera wiggles her wide hips, once used for the pleasures of men, through the thickets as steely eyes search the under brush. Joyfully she circles around the familiar timbers as the warmth of her patchwork cloak shields her skin from aggressive bramble. Thick crimson ropes whip against her back as vision snaps up as if there were sounds in the distance.

Performance #2 ~ Nela

Kysersozee Mynx: Nela is our second dancer and this is what she tells us… ” I'm owned by Azerbain and Juvana Grey of Jahesa. We currently live in the city of Turia. This exhibition’s theme reminds me the days before I started dancing, I used to dance when sweeping. Now dance is part of my slave's life.” Nela the sands are yours!

Nela was cleaning the tavern when the musicians arrived, she could hear the clashing of instruments as they were preparing to rehearse for the big tavern night that day, one filled with sensual dancers, raucous laughter and paga. Barren gaze fled from her Master’s paga on the counter and fixed on the half empty cupboard as the first chords of music echo in the air.

Nela Chiseled hips begin gyrating the Ihn the sound of a drum and a kalika wafts in the air, a lithe arm spirals upward languidly, delicate wrist rotating as the soft vulo feathers dance upon the flat shelves like baby tarns flapping their little wings. Meanders forward with measured steps, sylphlike torso swaying slowly to the rhythm of the inviting tune. Thin shafts of light twinkle on the loomy walls of the tavern. Ost arms twirl up as if awakening from a dream, long raven lashes unmasking a shimmering pool of emeralds.

Nela Tilted her head proudly sending a lustrous cascade of chocolate down her back, nimble arms weaving a pattern in the air. Halts by the counter to place down the feather duster, silken lips puckering up “Masters, may I dance as I see to the tavern?” she asks hopefully. At their signal, her pelvis rotating effortlessly, her body moving lightly in a wave motion as if beginning to be in sync with the melody.

Nela Right toe digs the coarse sands playfully, her knee slightly bent as her arms swivel breezily in the air like scarves dancing around her figure tauntingly. Thrusts her full breasts up, a soft palm treading the warm flesh of her thigh. Falls on the golden sands, her form buckling slowly back and forth with the sensuality of a slave girl. Her back falls back only to rise up as her fingers silhouette the well-drawn contours of her bosom.

Performance #3 ~ Nadi

Kysersozee Mynx: Nadi is our third dancer. She is involved in every facets of dance from Gorean style to mainstream.  She is the co-captain of the Raiders. She will be a delightful Wendy in the Mynx’s Peter Pan ballet this coming October. My good friend Hakimba of Valley Omen owns this lovely girl. Nadi to the sands!

Nadi runs, her steps gaining speed moving quickly through the tall grass. Stops to stand on the sands looking in both directions to make sure she is alone. With a stout hoe begins to dig up the tamber clams scattered along the shoreline like so many false stones. Tossing them into her rence sack. Licks her lips knowing the Master will be delighted in a meal to will be prepared for him. Turns working her way across the sands toward the waters edge.

Nadi drags her toes through the hot sands.  Lar Torvis shining down on soft shoulders covering her in warmth like a golden cloak. With eyes as blue at the Tambor Gulf, tilts her head to listen to the whispers of waves telling secrets of the deep. Pokes at the sand with her hoe digging for clams. Glances over her shoulder to the home of her Master, relieved to see no one has discovered her missing.

Nadi shivers at the sounds eerily floating on the breeze that ruffles through auburn tresses. With a finger moves silky hair behind an ear to listen. Slender arms start to weave like the gentle waves ebbing as the waters kiss the shore. Canting her head to listen as the reeds on the shore whistle in musical tones, the wind bends them to an fro. Drops a few more clams in her rence sack.

Nadi lifts her face skyward a sunburned nose crinkles, a smile of elation on dimpled cheeks. Hips swing and rotate in a most fluid way at the beat of her pounding heart. Inhales deeply the fragrance of flora mingled with the tang of the salty breeze off the gulf. Sooty lashes flutter as a sultry expression covers flushed round cheeks. An awakening in a soft quivering belly put there by the Master she loves.

Performance #4 ~ Snow

Kysersozee Mynx Our next dancer is the talented Snow. I have always been a great “fan” of this dancer. Snow brings her dances alive and it’s always a pleasure to have her in the line up. Snow is owned by Koardan, a Tahari Slaver and founder and co-owner of Gorean Dance Oasis. If you have not had a chance to visit the Gorean Dance Oasis then please do. The Oasis is a haven for dancers, a place to practice and somewhere quiet and inspirational to put your dances together. Snow the sands are yours.

ﻜησѡ: Imagine if you would please a low slave, even lower than a pot-and-kettle girl or a scullery slave, this one is a garbage slave. Tonight her chore is to clean the potter’s wheel of caked-on mud and make it shine… this night she is a beast of clay. It is said that such girls hold close to their hearts a needful dream of being a passion slave.

ﻜησѡ slips from the shadows of the ally and through the back door of the potter’s workshop. Approaching the pottery wheel, blue eyes narrow, “What a slimy mess,” she grumbles. Mounting the bench fingernails scrape up all the bits of clay into a wad. Right foot reaches to peddle the device sending spittles of muck to spatter her cams.

ﻜησѡ pumps the wheel abandonly with a flailing limb as head rolls around and around watching the spinning surface. Almost dizzy-like the girl spits on hands and surrounds the brownish lump, fingers curling tightly around its base. Slowly at first, then faster, and faster she moves her grasp up and down the mound until a tall shaft seems to appear.

ﻜησѡ moves hands away, staring wide-eyed in anticipation at the form. When it does not sag a gleeful giggle ripples at back of throat and fists rise high above her head in a silent cheer. Wickedly, a grin curls at corners of mouth as the slave leaps atop of the padded seat. “Beast of clay,” she gloats beginning a seductive sway of hips.

Performance #5 ~ Maia

Kysersozee Mynx Maia is the property of Master Gunner Von Phoenix, she is also an instructor at Dancing outside the Lines.  She has taken a break from Gorean dance and been focusing more on mainstream dance as a way to express her creativity, however she could not resist the temptation of writing a dance about chores. This is a story dance and her first attempt at one. Maia let us se what chore you picked! But if you are like your sister, Taema I am sure it will not be too strenuous.

Maia Von Phoenix: Since she had been in her new collar she had managed to avoid doing most of her chores, usually by sweet talking or bribing one of her chain sisters. The only chore she really enjoyed doing was collecting the eggs and looking after the vulos, she had in fact become rather attached to them, to the extent that when one she had named Ayita had fallen sick she had taken it to see the village physician -- but that's another story.

Maia Von Phoenix: Feeling kind of peckish having spent the whole day coming up with excuses why she could not do the chores she had been allocated, she decided to pop into the kitchen to see if she could scrounge a treat. Opening the door she was horrified to see 'Ayita' in the arms of one of her sisters. It suddenly dawned on her that her precious pet was on the menu today.  Yanking the bird out of the girls arms, she paints the sweetest of smiles on her face and announces, "Master says I am to cook today." Her sister looks at her in total disbelief, not quite sure what to do.

Maia Von Phoenix curls her left arm around the bird as if protecting it from being poked and prodded anymore. Finger tips of right hand gently caress the vulo's head as she turns towards her sister and puts out a hand stopping her from coming any closer.  "You can go and rest," she assures the girl as she bends at the knees, placing Ayita on the ground. Waggles a finger at her feathered friend as if telling her to behave. Standing upright, a picture of innocence painted across delicate features, she turns toward her sister shooing her away.

Maia Von Phoenix prances around the kitchen area in celebration laughing softly to herself. "Roasted Ayita, over my dead body!" A sudden noise grabs her attention. Folding her arms, she takes an authoritative stance and prowls around seeking out the source of the disturbance. Out of the corner of one eye she catches sight of the other girl and waves her off yet again, as if assuring her she was capable of doing what was needed. Waits patiently for the door to close before continuing her victory dance.

Maia Von Phoenix hums softly to herself as she cavorts across the well worn floor, totally oblivious to the fact that the vulo had now fluttered up into the bowl of water and was happily bathing itself. With a haughty air of confidence she spins around slowly to look across the kitchen surfaces to see what she could prepare.  Picking up two of the wooden spoons, brows furrow for just an Ihn in contemplation before sapphires widen as if an idea had popped into her head.

Performance #6 ~ Rain

Kysersozee Mynx: Rain our next dancer is the property of Cinder Trevellion. Though her Master's home-stone, Rovere, does not currently stand, he and Rain can often be found sailing Thassa and her tributaries keeping his trading business alive. Today, with his approval, she dances for your pleasure. Rain the sands are yours.

Rain: Dawn has broken, Lar-Torvis peeks over the horizon as rays the color of fire, blanket the three moons, tucking them away as they take their leave of the night to allow Lar-Torvis the responsibility of monitoring their beloved planet known as Gor.

Rain rolls to her back, stretching leisurely as though soaking in the warm rays. A contented sigh slips over pink lips as she draws her knees under her to stand on well-tones legs kissed by the very Lar-Torvis that now embraces the land. In the distance, the Taharian musicians can be heard tuning their instruments and practicing for the night’s entertainment.

Rain‘s eyes widen “tomorrow you dance!”. Her Master’s words resonate through her as she recalls last night’s conversation. A slight tremble shakes the slender frame, “but…” Remembering the stern look upon his face, pink lips purse and she falls silent.

Rain slender legs propel her forward, hand sweeps forward in a motion indicative of pulling back a curtain.  Steps lightly forward, taking a deep breath of air freshened by the night’s storm. Deftly she pulls her hair back into a braid patting it gently to make sure all is in place.

Rain gracefully swoops to gather her supplies for the day’s chores, hands traverse each curve of her body as though ironing out wrinkles in the camisk adorned with items gathered throughout her Master's trade route. . A soft smile dances across her face as each step mimics a dancer’s movement and carries her towards the river in search of the evening meal.

Rain furrows her brow, “Dance?!” she murmurs as the slender girl climbs up on the crates and drops the gear beside her, casts the traps and nets to begin her wait. Fingers curl tightly around the wooden fishing rod; once the wriggly worm is secured in place, she drops the line into the blue waters and waits.

Rain sighs in exasperation, “I cannot dance”. Arches her back and stretches long limbs outward as her hand moves to the edge and waves as if guiding the eyes towards the river and fishing gear. “This is all I know. Fishing!”, her voice pitched high with complaint yet barely audible to those around the dock.

Performance #7 ~ Beauty

Kysersozee Mynx: Next we have Beauty a member of the Fires of Gor and the Garden Dancers. She is also a broadcaster for the Gorean Whip Radio playing the love songs every Wednesdays from 12 noon to 2pm. But above all she is a dancer, her passion and her love. Beauty the sands are yours.

Beauty: Sloth is a person not wanting to work due to lack of motivation. The person will be physically inactive and neglect  Very often, this will lead to resources being wasted. Imagine a Spanish Barbarian spoiled and pampered taken from earth to a life in Gor. She serves in a tavern, assigned to do chores and more chores. A slave, hovers in the kitchen pretending to scrub the floors till her sisters complain.

Beauty Angry the Tavern Master hisses . 'Beast Get out in the dance pit and dance , Your life depends on it . I do not wish a spoiled slave one that is a sloth , extend your life for one more day or you will be sold ! ' .

Beauty A surprise look upon her face widens in consternation , as sculptured palms open . Drops coarse brush and ends with a splash in the bucket as soapy water wet her sisters . Gleefully rises to escape angry hisses as she hurries . Hitting the wood the air heavy , smoky particles silhouette curvaceous form . The small tavern dark and airy , tapered candle highlight the tiny dancer , Bare feet turns in a circle with arms spread wide as thick lashes close anticipating the moment . Much to the chagrin of the Tavern Master who snaps his fingers for the musicians to begin to play.

Beauty: Sultry and spicy the Czehar sings to her , as slender arms lengthen to capture the heat in her palms . 'Ha 'she cheerfully cries as slanted eyes of magenta gazes around the dingy room . Dainty fingers caress ebony tresses as silky locks hug her shoulders . Traces lingering touch on creamy flesh , bends low as elation slowly fill her expression . Annoyed the Tavern Master nods to the players to pick up the pace.

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Kysersozee Mynx Before I forget…. Our next Gorean Fall event is a COMPETITION on Sunday, September 18 at 1 PM.  We ask that your dance feature “Middle Eastern Music.” Consequently your selected music must be given at registration. No duplication of music will be permitted … get your application back to us quickly.  We will only take 8 dancers. Applications will be posted on Monday.  Jaden is once more sponsoring this event with heavy “Coin Pouches” making the owners of the 3 top dancers  rich enough to purchase another slave.

Kysersozee Mynx Jaden, we thank you for sharing this beautiful venue and for your generosity to the dancers. We are grateful to Gorean Portal Radio’s Lirael for the music. Most of all our compliments go to the owners of these beautiful dancers that were permitted to dance for us. We wish you safe travel to your cities and hope you will come next month to our September dance competition.

Blogger's Note: A very special thank you to the beautiful Lala Roussel for these exceptional photographs!