KO RO BA -KAJIRES DANCE -26-01-2025

 

SIR FALCONER 

Appointment with the dances of the kajires of Gor, they punctually perform at Ko Ro Ba, delighting us with their beauty and their imagination, the Goreans come from every part of the planet to attend, and I together with my beloved Suya left from the oasis of Tashid, we had gone at the invitation of my friend Lady Mae to visit the reconstruction of the oasis, transforming it into a small and thriving town with its port crossroads of many trades, but they kept the old name of Oasis of Tashid.

LADY ARETA

The journey was rather long, tired but happy to be able to attend the new dance event, we would have met a Kajira named Esther who lives in the house of Hansen, where we are Magistrate and scribe Suya, so we anxiously await her turn to dance and admired the beautiful Esther dancing.

It was an experience that was renewed, and I hope that soon we could return for a new evening.......

 Lojal (raven.daxeline): Right hand sweeping in an arc she scoops up the water, letting it fly around her.  Appearing to savour the freedom that a hard working bond maid can know she moves in a flirtatious manner, enough to catch the watchful eye of the Hold Jarl himself, though this bond is known to favour a certain blacksmith.  Stirring the water to swirl around her, firm breast bouncing as she dances

Perhaps the Jarls are slow to call her to them, perhaps they know the girl needs an ihn or two but she looks to the path they took and moves in a way to ignite desire.  Pouting a little, she seems to be wondering if the kajirae they captured...the silkies...are taking all of their attention.  "I know their ways," she murmurs, "let Lojal show you".

Slowing her dance, she turns as if to admire the beauty of Torvaldsland and breathe in the scent of the land, fresh from a summer storm.  Fingers stretch out as if she might tough the very peaks of the mountains that she sees, feet slide over the ground so unlike that of the southern cities.  For a moment she echoes the dance of a kajira and then lets it go.

Stepping forward she lowers her body, opening her thighs and pulsing in a wanton display to show the desire that burns within her.  Rising up she shimmies slowly as hands lift, in a display of the curves that Jarls covet.  The chains on her left foot chime out again and she frowns once more, moving in a way that might shake it from her so it might be tossed into Thassa.

"Lojal!"  The cry comes for her to hurry but she hesitates as if a small dance for Odin might be required, if he should ever look to a bond then let it be to her.

Displaying a body intended for the pleasure of the Jarls of the North she savours her return to Torvaldsland.  "Lojal!"  Comes a cry.  She kneels, thanking Odin before rising up to hurry after the men she serves

 Darla (darlagraysun) cherish the hours of life because it is too short. She danced in the rain and smelled the flowers, remembering other's care.

one day she discovered that she was fierce, strong, full of fire, and that not even she could hold herself back because her passion burned brighter than her fear.

(izabellywolf.sorbet) fell to her knees on the grass, tears streaming down her desolate face. Her fingers stretched into the void, seeking in vain to touch, one last time, the beard that once brought her comfort. The heat of the fire halted her gesture, leaving her touch lost in longing. Around her, her sisters bowed under the weight of grief. In a chorus of tears, they rose, trembling, before the pyre, as the flames whispered a farewell as deep as the fire consumed

] ઇઉ Cαℓℓүσρε ઇઉ (sawannadileon) The mournful heart sobs erratically, the kajira drinks from the goblet of bitterness and despair. Swings arms and belly as if trying to embrace the one who is gone, finds only the cold wind as a lover and distressed, whimpers towards the pyre. "You are unique to your girl, my Master, my life...my love."

Master, my life...my love."

Esther  (loryell) slides the palm of the delicate hand over the wet face of tears that run through the skin jacked with golden freckles, looks at the necklace's sisters and wonders: “What will our destiny now, without his protection over us? “, with the Master’s departure to the dust’s land, na endless sadness takes over all

12:26] Eshe (selenadacios) dejected by the pain of loss, the once vigorous and imposing body bends in suffering, falls to the knees before the pyre where merciless flames consume the body of the one who possesses the heart and life. The head rises to the scarlet sky and begs for understanding, and memories of the teachings of Master arise in the frightened mind.

Eshe (selenadacios) fights against the pain that pierces the chest like a lances, and even weakened rises from the ground, with the image of the Master in mind. Remembers that she was trained to serve with passion and excellence, breathes deeply, the trembling hands wipe the incessant tears from eyes and  whispers to the wind... "I will remain strong, Master, for your honor."

Lala Roussel: Pronto Maestro, per favore

lala (lala.roussel) wakes and hisses briefly at the tender brand forever marking this girl. Smiles remembering the night before as fingers trace along curves with a newness then brushes the metal band declaring who owns her. Takes a deep breath as a veil lifts from a slumbering soul filling the slave with life

lala (lala.roussel) extends and curls hearing tunes of a song from a previous life in her mind before drawing to bare feet. Lips vibrate from the soft hums while steps tentatively take the beast back and forth. Arms move through the air playing with rays of light never noticed before.

lala (lala.roussel) hugs and gyrates as the tune continues within bringing a purr from the bound throat. Body moves with new purpose awakening senses dormant until now. Memories of a commanding voice pulls another purr from the owned girl

lala (lala.roussel) whispers, " i am His? Yes, His...ohh, you are a slave, lala..." laughs and sways, "yes, a slave...His hand held the iron.  His hand locked this collar. i belong to Him...at His whim...for His pleasure. i am free...la kajira!

Tersa Vella moves slowly, deliberately, puts on a smile to hide the clenched jaw. contains the curses that wishes to slip under breath. Releases the tension in neck and obeys, always obeys. tries oh so hard to hide the displeasing twitch of resentment from this predicament.

Tersa Vella roseate painted lips tremble and press together; fans arms to hide the shaking of hands. the music rings in deafened ears as she struggles to find one's breath and a tightness builds in her chest. dizziness envelopes and a mental fog surrounds, flight or fight rises like a hot flash over reddening skin. a brand's kiss would finish faster than the music's relentless torment.

[12:43] Tersa Vella body bows and kicks on auto-pilot as a flush appears on chest and neck, she changes directions, second guessing steps. tries to regain control from the prickling of tiny hairs rising up the back of her neck and focuses on each cadence. an obvious struggle evident as she presents a tense, languid dance. beauty in the endeavor to express obedience while collapsing, undoubtedly His intention

[12:44] Tersa Vella feet shuffle in the sands and small hands brush quickly to touch the steel collar. stormy blue eyes look down to the ground, unable to meet anyone's eyes, embarrassment worn like a dress over subtle slave flesh. still she moves, distress evident, yet she moves to the once sexy melody now haunting. muddied panicked thoughts wish to flee but her movements still beg to please through shattered vulnerabilities.

Tersa Vella lifts chin and offers a partial smile out of habit, or because it is expected. eyes glossy on the verge of tears as she musters to control the flow and focus on movements. thoughts go blank and with heaviness of limbs she lifts from the pit, a dusting of sand on tan skin and spins to