Koardan and Snow's AGD Graduation Tile Dance
The ceremony opened with me turning in my last homework assignment. I was sweating this as my Snow and I were up to dance first. Luckily, the instructor responsible for collecting homework (Maia (fionna Carter)) was so busy presiding over the event. So may not have noticed how close my assignment was to being late.
And yes, I wrote my own emotes for this dance. My Snow did all the heavy work, but left me some places to fill in emotes, noting some key events in some cases (like standing and observing her, reassuring).
I wanted to thank the Academy of Gorean Dance for such an excellent course. This advanced course spanned 16 weeks and covered many book forms of dance. What an amazing contribution to the art and community by the very skilled instructors, Iris, Maia, Leda, and Najla. Thanks should also extend to the city of Olni for hosting the class.
Maia's Introduction
"First up we have Master Koardan & his girl Snow of Port Haifa. It's been an absolute joy to have Master Koardan at all the classes, sometimes it's interesting to get a Master's perspective on what they want to see from a girl dancing. I understand that Snow has been limping a lot lately so I think we will be in for a treat with their tandem."((she is referring to the hazard posed by my clumsy boots - I am not as nimble as the slave girls, so practice with me may cost you a toe or two)).
Nevar and his Maia during our Tavern lesson
Inspirational Quote
"I hear from the chain master," said Samos, "that you have learned the tile dance creditably." The tiny cups and glasses shook on the tray.
"I am pleased," she said, "if Krobus should think so."
The tile dance is commonly performed on red tiles, usually beneath the slave ring of the master's couch. The girl performs the dance on her back, her stomach and sides. Usually her neck is chained to the slave ring. The dance signifies the restlessness, the misery, of a love-starved slave girl. It is a premise of the dance that the girl moves and twists, and squirms, in her need, as if she is completely alone, as if her need is known only to herself; then, supposedly, the master surprises her, and she attempts to suppress the helplessness and torment of her needs; then, failing this, surrendering her pride in its final shred, she writhes openly, piteously, before him, begging him to deign to touch her. Needless to say, the entire dance is observed by the master, and this, in fact, of course, is known to both the dancer and her audience, the master. The tile dance, for simple psychological and behavioral reasons, having to do with the submission context and the motions of the body, can piteously arouse even a captured, cold free woman; in the case of a slave, of course, it can make her scream and sob with need."
Explorers of Gor 13-14
Music
Maia: "They will be dancing to Chance's End Miles from Dawn."((This selection I found fascinating because of it's haunting, almost mournful tone))
Tile Dance
[12:11] ﻜησѡ leans rigidly, pulled forward by the unrelenting weight of the chain, hands splaying upon fleshy thighs and then clenching tightly into small fists, a square little chin lifts turning away as if in resentment, “Alone again! Such is the life of a slaver's girl.” Barren gaze slips past the boundary of crimson tiles, lips pursing in a silent indignation.[12:12] ﻜησѡ lowers eyelids to darkness; held in place she quakes, the rattle of chain echoing in the room. To the merciless slave ring, a sneer dimples smooth cheeks as if to say, “How dare ye anchor me.” With a shift in muscles, hands pressing against the bright red tiles, she pushes away from his chair, limbs stretching across the floor.
[12:12] Koardan leans back against the tall throne, his eyes remaining closed after a heavy day of labor. His body sways slightly, in rhythm with the sound of his slave’s motions as the rumor of her form fills the room with echoes. He knows - he hears - no sight needed to know his slave.
[12:13] ﻜησѡ trembles, fingers coursing over each metal link up to the curl of His iron. Tugging, pulling, testing the restraint only to fall, unbalanced, to the cool floor. Grappling as if stirred by a hidden agony, perhaps a pang of jealously, hips surge, nudging and withdrawing a supple frame blossoming in wanton need her abandonment creates.
[12:13] Koardan: Eyes closed, he leans back, a subtle smile giving the only hint that he in fact anticipates each twist of his slave’s form. His eyes open to reveal her shadow dancing upon the wall. His eyes dance with her shadow, tracing each fluid motion of arm and limb. He lifts his hand to stroke his beard as he asses his chattel.
[12:14] ﻜησѡ arches back, swimming in a sea of red. Writhing, riding the pleasant feel of hard metal tracing a wandering path along the tender, giving flesh of her abdomen to meet the steel belt in a kiss, knees part generously in woeful throes. Breathes in deeply, inhaling the betraying scent of her own musk, its fragrance unmasking the truth.
[12:14] Koardan: Raising himself to stand beside the throne, he looks down upon his exposed slave, her shadow transformed to living writhing flesh, revealed under his knowing gaze. A dark grin emerges upon his face. His legs straddle the leash until his boot finds the chain, pinning it to the tile and crushing the slack to drag his slave closer.
[12:15] ﻜησѡ startles, diffused light dappling his bronzed skin. Attention captured, body slinks closer, coyly tucking to a kneel fingertips trace over creamy thighs to rest respectfully; ceasing all movements except for the heaving of full breasts. Eyes dart to His slaver’s belt as if searching for the coffle collar, she puffs, “Pfft, another slave collared.”
[12:15] Koardan ’s voice booms as he speaks. “Many necks fill my steel, but one only… One only sates my appetite.”
[12:16] ﻜησѡ cringes, relinquishing any control she may have, shivers course over every nerve as she listens, quivering arms pulling her to stalk the crimson tiles. Prowling on all fours, creamy legs part wide as knees drag lasciviously, turning, violets find Him while muscles strain pacing back and forth, purring, cornered, and vulnerable.
[12:17] ﻜησѡ weakens at the sight of Him, taut muscles denying support and a blushing bottom spills to chafe against the red tiles. Undulating slowly, as a long spine arcs gracefully birthing a primitive bellywave rolling deliciously for her Master. Lustful eyes rise, lashes shielding their smoldering desire.
[12:17] ﻜησѡ flushes, fair skin shedding tiny tears of perspiration. Extends a long shapely leg then pulls it forward, crawling across the gleaming squares. Beguiling in His presence a firm ass tucks in, unleashed hands extend in a fluid roil begging for His touch, tempting Him to feast upon slave flesh like no others as she seductively withdraws.
[12:18] Koardan grasps her collar in his iron hand, then presses her face to the cold tile. He drives her eyes to his, seeking, searching, as if demanding a response - a response he already knows the fates will bring.
[12:18] ﻜησѡ sweeps the floor within his grasp, a dewy forehead to the unforgiving tiles as willowy arms stretch out, pulling herself to His boots where she folds upon knees. Aching with need, tortured eyes plead to His with a burning wish to be taken. Muffling a cry, she hurls herself backward in supplication, entreating Him with her submission.
[12:19] ﻜησѡ displays, His beast of passion, “Your kajira, my Master.”
Analysis
Note the arc of the plot described in the dance. We tried to show need, and even frustration in the beginning. As per this book form, the girl did not know the Master was aware. In typical Norman fashion, this shows the suppressed but intense inner need, which finds it's journey of discovery and exposure in the course of the scene.
In writing, especially as a master, I wanted my emotes to be impactful. Long emotes contain a lot of beauty, but may make it hard to read. We calculated the song length at 8 minutes, so had 33 seconds for each of 15 emotes. Each emote needed time to be read and absorbed. And to contrast my emotes from my Kajira's I wanted them to be more brief.
Part of this relies on writing with nouns and verbs. Let them do most of the work, and add a few adjectives and adverbs for flavor. I also wanted to show some tension in each instance described by the my posts.
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Reaction
25 people applauded for us, making the tears, sweat, and hard work all worthwhile.[12:19] Koardan: "Well done mine."
[12:20] ﻜησѡ bows her head, “Thank You my Master, Masters, and Mistresses for allowing this one to perform for you this afternoon and I wish to thank Iris, Maia and Najla for their instruction. It was a great discussion every week!” *Grins to her Master* “Thank you, my Master for being very supportive of my dancing and the dancing of all dancers. You are a treasure!”
[12:20] Koardan: Grins, thank you all, and thank you AGD
[12:21] Maia: Well what can I say that was absolutely wonderful !
[12:21] Koardan: I have had good teachers, and let the girls do all the work.
~ * Graduation ! * ~
[12:22] Maia digs out two scrolls tied with a ribbon and holds them up "Congratulations Master and Snow"
[12:22] Koardan grins dreadlock to dreadlock
[12:22] ﻜησѡ beams
((More applause followed))
[12:23] Maia: It has been an absolute pleasure having you both in the classes and I look forward to more tandem dances *winks*
[12:24] ﻜησѡ hides her toes
[12:23] ﻜησѡ: "Thank you, thank you, Maia"
[12:23] Koardan: Aye that mine, thank you so much, Maia, and all AGD staff.
[12:23] Koardan: And folks who kept the fires burning at Home Stone while we studied
[12:23] Maia claps loudly for the Master and Snow
[12:25] Maia: Wow what a start to our graduation ceremony
The stress gone, we could settle in and enjoy the other fine graduates. It was also pleasing to return home and celebrate (said with a dark chuckle).
Acknowledgements
My thanks again extend to Iris, Maia, Leda, Najla, Olni, AGD, my Snow, our peer students, Port Haifa, and all who work together to foster the art of Gorean Dance.The world of Gor is based on the books by John Norman.