One of the many duties of a redsilk kajira is to dance
for the pleasure of her Master.
Shown here is a dance written by princess{PrM}
for her Master, PrinceM.

princess appears before you in the smoky tavern, 
a swath of silk hung low upon her hips, falling to her ankles,
 the loose corner in the front pulled behind her and thrust loose
 and draped in the rolled silk on her right hip.
  low on her hips she wears a gelt of small denomination coins..
 a veil conceals much of her, thrust into the the strap of a coined halter
 on her left shoulder and into the coined belt on her right hip.
  slave bells encircle her left ankle and small golden threads
 are tied about her upper arms and wrists..
 on her fingers are small golden cymbals...
 

princess stands erect, alert, lifting her arms high and turning her wrists outward,
 she waits for the music to begin...
 with a clean clear note from the finger cymbals she began to move...
 

princess hips sway as she turns her head..
 the firelight glinting off the cheap coins, marking her as a slave...
 her hand moves to the veil upon her hip..
 and with reluctant fingers she moves and pulls at the veil...
 

princess moves.. swaying.. seeing the slave pole in her mind... she undulates against it..
 eyes lost in a trance... she sways about the pole..
 soft cooing sounds slip past her lips... rubbing against it...
 her hands moving up over her thighs..
rubbing.. then up... lightly touching ..
 raising her hands above her head..
 she sways and rolls her hips.. moving against the pole that holds her...
 

princess freezes for a silent measure of music... one hand upon her thigh..
 the other raised.. her hips caught in mid sway... 
and then a clear note from the cymbals she begins her movements..
 crying out.. moving.. in soft agony .. still impaled upon the pole..
 her hips now moved... alone.. with just tiny movements of her hands
 and arms to the beat and thrum of the music...


a sudden change of tempo frees princess from the pole and she turns,
 moving towards Master..
 loosening her veil as she dances.. from hip and shoulder... the veil loose now..
 covering her, princess holds it in her hands...
 bluegreen eyes sparkling and wide over the veil.. watching..
 turning.. the silk wafting after her...
 surrounding her in a softness like a spiders web in the morning dew..
 spinning a little more quickly the silk floats away from her ...


princess moves closer to Master... enveloping him in her veil...
 moving close to him.. almost touching..
 soft moan escaping parted moist lips... feels Master pull the veil from her..
 she softly spins out from his touch... swaying gently to the music..
 she moves.. to the walls.. plucking and pulling softly imaginary flowers and ripe fruits...
 pressing up against the wall at times.. soft shudders running thru her...
 

princess turns back.. eyes only on Master.. holding ripe fruits in her hands..
 lush fresh larma.. wrists tight together as if bound... 
her body swaying before Master.. begging him to take the sweet lush fruit...
 dropping to her knees.. arms up stretched.. eyes wide.. lips parted..
 the sweet scent of her in the air... 
body trembling and swaying to the music... 


Moaning softly.. princess bows her body before Master.. arms extended before her..
 forehead touching the ground.. her body gasping for breath...
 she lay before Master, helpless, vulnerable, a female slave.. 
His...............