A Few of My Favorite Things at Gorean Dance Oasis
Saturday, July 23, 2016
Gorean Dancing through the Cities ~ A Few of My Favorite Things
Koardan steps into the sands, nodding to the musicians, and free.
Welcome to the Gorean Dance Oasis.
I am Koardan, a co founder of these venues.
GDO is not a place. It is you. It is dance.
Though we have our differences in battler, we leave all aside, and come together… for dance
for the art… for the dancers and for all who love the art, and are well served by seeing, hearing, and serving the community.
Koardan: Today we are visiting the Gorean Dance Oasis. If you don't know about these dance gardens yet; you should pick up a notecard of information as there are just too many good things to cover!
This is unique place for Gorean dancers, founded by Master Koardan and Co-owned with Master Ramius. Mistress Hope is here to lend her expertise as a Gorean dance judge and event organizer. Oasis slave, Snow Mistwood, is here to teach classes, organize Gorean dance community discussions, and to assist visitors.
Give Ramius a poke during the dances and he'll be happy to send you the detailed information on this beautiful dance location.
I am personally proud to count you all friends, and amazed by the devotion and support of all who dance. Ramius, my Snow, DJs, builders, organizers, - we all thank you. Ramius, especially to you, who fathered the concept we celebrate today, and so many key events... (turns to his brother)
So what are we doing here today Ram, what is the theme of this event? (The slaver returns to his chair) - I turn the proceedings over to you, Ubar of the sands!
Ramius (RamiusMarco Resident): smiles, thank you for the kind words, Koardan.
Today the dancers are going to be dancing to the theme of "A Few of my Favorite Things" I present the lovely rosa, who will be introducing our dancers today. Rosa, up to the sands, girl and let's see what these dancers will be doing for us today.
Koardan: Welcome to Gorean Dancing through the Cities! We would like to recognize the city of Kassau, where we were suppose to be this month, but they are doing some rebuilding. We'll visit them when they are finished. (He falls silent)
Rosa (heida Palianta): Greetings and welcome Ubar, Masters, Mistresses, dancers and slaves. I am called Rosa and on behalf of Master Ramius I would like to thank "Gorean Dance Oasis" for allowing us to use the arena of this wonderful city. I welcome you to "Gorean Dance Oasis" - "Gorean dance" for our monthly dance exhibition.
Today the girls will be performing dances a new dance of their favorite thing or show us one of their older dances. So without further ado, please direct your attention to the sands.
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Rosa (heida Palianta): A young slave approaches the Vosk river to wash the clothes of her new Master. Glancing back, towards the City of Port Kar, she turns to contemplate the water lapping against the stone. As she hears enticing music, from a nearby tavern, she sighs contentedly, appearing to forget her chores to delight in a moment to dance. She moves gracefully sliding her arms around her dark body. Hips rising and falling in the pleasure of movement.
Rosa (heida Palianta): She stretches languidly, as her bare feet slip on the gray stones of the quays. She glances to the basket of laundry but gazes out at the horizon, brown eyes searching, holding her breath as she watches the sails billowing over Thassa Clearing her throat she whispers, "My master should be returning soon". She raises her arms as she listens to music, slowly stroking her body, circling inviting hips, letting them flow as the waves of Thassa.
Rosa (heida Palianta): Moving with small steps, lifting her feet as though La Torvis has heated the cobblestones, she seems to dance a memory, the light betraying her past as faint scars are revealed. She closes her eyes, her face momentarily troubled, opening them to declare, "My Master, the Captain, with the crest on his sleen helmet. So handsome. So different from all I have known". Moving lightly on the tips of her toes, she carries her lascivious body as though it dances over the waves of Thassa.
Hisense Criss: The Passage of Inspiration: "Do not attempt to interfere in the relationship between a man and his slave," he said. "That relationship is absolute." (Page 172 - Kajira of Gor)
Hisense Criss: Taking a deep breath, exhaling slowly, walks out of the shadowy room. Swallowing hard, darkened red eyes gaze into nothingness as struggling mind is clouded by many unfocused thoughts of beginning again. Face expressionless, no sparks that once filled emerald eyes, shoulders hunching forward, strong frame listlessly makes its way to the docks. The fires that once raged now stifled.
Hisense Criss: Whispers meekly through parted full lips, ‘Why has Master sold this one?’ he sobs, chest heaving. Toned arms lift upwards as if to beg for mercy. Misty tears as salty as Thassa fall from half opened eyes onto faded mosaic tiles that once held happiness under dancing feet. Head slinks downward, herded into the hold of the barge. Feet move hesitantly with slow, stuttered steps into obscured darkness as his last breath from the sweet air of the island of Asperiche leaves its lungs. The dank stale air of the slave barge burns as it intrudes.
Wild (WildOne Battitude): A girl, saddened by the loss of her Master after a great battle, goes to the one thing that makes her feel close to him...his war tarn. Creeping slowly up the cold, dark stairs, the patter of soft feet the only sound that announces her arrival, she stops at the top. Peering over the stones around the dark roost, her eyes adjust to the light as she looks at the massive birds. Terrified at the thought of being amongst them, she sees the one she seeks, and they gaze at each other....the tarn's eyes piercing, the girl's eyes sad and filled with tears.
Wild's nostrils flare as she boldly steps onto the cold stone floor, falling to her knees and lowering her head to the beasts in obeisance. Swallowing deeply, raising up from the cool stones, saddened eyes look up to glance at them. Moving from their roosting poles in agitation, chains rattle as massive taloned feet begin to move closer to her. Cowering slightly, shivers spread over her body as they draw near.
alia (Mary Moonites) ripples her arms above the waters as her glacial eyes cast up from the pool to a wealthy Master's face. Delighted, her expression fills with mirth as her hips sway easily in the waters like an eel. Her fingers beckon him into the crystalline waters. alia cups palms to collect a puddle and flings serpentine arms skyward, dousing crimson locks pulled loosely behind her head. The deep drum reverberates in her breast with excitement to bathe him.
ash (ashessss Resident) swirls with dripping arms framing her dew beaded curves as throaty laughter rumbles through her ears and emerald eyes lock on to the looming form making waves in the pool. Armed with velvet sponge pressed to her belly, she careens through rainbow kissed waters to her squealing sister, and with a welcoming splash greets the man covered in dust and soot. A toothy grin spreads across her face as she joins her sister in tender sweeps of her own sponge down his toned back.
alia (Mary Moonites) pours a gritty liniment over the Master's shoulders. Inhale draws the pheromones of male perspiration, wanton slave, and woody oil into her nares. Soft lips press to his ear lobe, savoring his essence, as curves circulate against him with yearning. Her fingers traverse in broad circles along his mighty chest, and forces the crude exfoliant into his pores that the dirt would discharge from Master's skin.
ash (ashessss Resident)'s slender fingertips dip into the slick oil opening her sister holds out to her and gathers a small mound of the grainy mixture into her palm. Legs tangle into each other under the cool water. She tries to steady her swaying hips as she presses firm palms into heated flesh. A soft sigh escapes her pursed lips as brows furrow and hands dig in deep to scrub away the toll of his day.
Kimber (sweetKimber21 Resident) 'Another device...is for the girl to kneel before the master and put her head down and lift her arms, offering him fruit, usually a larma, or a yellow Gorean peach, ripe and fresh.' -Tribesmen of Gor
"Masters, Jarls, Mistresses & kajiri, I beg you picture the following scenario: a slave girl sits quietly in the chambers of her Ubar, preparing herself for his triumphant return. Having dawned herself in finery, she wanders the halls of his holdings and overhears a discussion between the cook and a kettle slave; the feast for the Ubar's return was to be grand but the fruit the kitchen girl provided the cook was not of the finest. She rushes back to her Master's chambers....
Kimber (sweetKimber21 Resident) smiles ear to ear, her expression lighting the rounded plums of both newly rogued cheeks. She falls to the floor of the Ubar's champers, overwhelmed with glee, and extends lithe arms to both sides resting there for an Ihn or two. She would fetch the fruit for her Master's feast. Practically skipping out of the holdings, the little slave runs towards the fields of orchards, Lar-Torvis kissing soft pale skin as she flees.
addie (adyeh Resident): feels very small in the sands surrounded by such beauty. Breathes deep and looks ahead concentrating on her task of attempting to please the free. and is glad that the typo lords didn't mean she had to please a tree. tries carefully to put down the lamps that her master has told her to gather and clean.
addie (adyeh Resident): Imagine if you will masters and mistresses, you too lovely kajiri. A girl was one day set a task to clean the lamps so she stood thinking as she went about her task, near the coolness of the amphora. As if lulled into a day dream by the warmth she asks the lamps, ‘What would make me happier, what might be pleasing to my Master? ‘
This girl begs that all who see this dance take heed of the lessons learnt when wanting more, and how to learn what indeed are favorite things.
Beauty (HeartsBeauty Resident) "The life of a female slave," he said, "is a life wholly given over to love. It is not a compromised life. It is not one of those lives which is part this, and part that. It is a total way of life, a total life... There are no bargains made with her, no arrangements."
Page 435 - Mercenaries of Gor
Beauty (HeartsBeauty Resident) The night was lovely, it was spring and with it the sounds of nature and dreams. A Taharian slave drifts away from her home, adventure and mischief on her mind.
Beauty (HeartsBeauty Resident) Night falls , the three sister moons wink upon the desert . Moonlight glows . its arms embrace a young girl , away from camp , The night sky soothing , cradle the crescents high in the sky . Dusk falling like crystals caresses silky skin as faint sound of drums beat in the distance . Ecstasy of pleasure her sisters cry . The dulcet purr of the night mesmerizes violet hues , Urts scurry in the distance when approached and take flight . As the Kaska continue its chant , the dew glistens with the bathing pool as soft ruby lips part .
nasreen (mama Sugar) "Soul of A sister"
It is said the Soul of A sister cannot bond together as one!
It is said that chain sisters can only fight to be first girl!
It is said the Soul of A sister cannot be of one heart, one mind, or of one body!
This is what they say!
This girl would like to ask the permission of the Masters, Jarls and Mistresses to come into her world for a brief Ihn, she wishes you to witness the "Soul of A sister."
nasreen (mama Sugar) enters the dance pit at the soft beat of the Tabors begin to play in the background. With the beat of the drums, she begins the first step of the dance, dainty feet dig into pearly white sands, bright sound of zills attached to delicate fingers play a tantalizing melancholy tune, melody that casts the attention of everyone in her path.
Valeriya Mistwalker: The Goreans, often so cruel to one another, tend to have an affection for wildlife and growing things, which they regard as free, and thereby deserving of great respect. ~Captive of Gor, Pg 238
Valeriya Mistwalker: Imagine, if you will, the Torvaldsland celebration of the New Year.. After much revelry and over-consumption of mead in the Great Hall, the men decide to hunt, feeling blessed by Odin on this auspicious day. A bond-maid, overly warm from the fires and the mead she furtively drank, slips outside into the coolness of night.
Valeriya Mistwalker pauses outside the heavy hall doors, inhaling deeply of the crisp night air, the promise of Spring heartening, the light of the three moons illuminating silvery strands of her long hair. She opens lithe arms wide as if to embrace the deep stillness of the night. The bond stands, listening to the myriad sounds of the forest; little creatures and birds, some voices unknown to her. Stepping lightly from the threshold, she quietly drifts across the still snow covered ground, thinking to follow the Jarls to watch the hunt.
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Rosa (heida Palianta): On behalf of Master Ramius and the "Gorean Dance Oasis ", all the family members here at Oasis and myself, I want to thank you all for coming today and sharing in the delight of these gorgeous dancers. We would like to say a special thank you to the Free who has so graciously allowed their slaves to dance, to Goreans Portal Radio and the marvelous broadcaster with the sultry voice, Dehka and to the dancers.
Rosa (heida Palianta): Without all of you and your support, these dance exhibitions would cease to exist. We eagerly look forward to seeing everyone again next month. Please join me in giving a loud round of applause for the Dancers, GPR and Dehka
Rosa (heida Palianta): I hope to see you next month
Hugs all.
Ramius (RamiusMarco Resident): Before you leave take a look around, grab the information and be sure to save the location so you can come back and enjoy what the Gorean Dance Oasis has to offer.
We'll be back next month in the city of Varn so mark your calendars!
27th August 2016 @1pm
Gorean Dancing through the Cities presents...
Tandems!
Bring your best tandems or group dance, old or new! As always, keep it Gorean!