This is a story dance. It tells the tale of a freewoman on Gor. The dance begins with her capture when her city, or a caravan she is in, is raided by Warriors. She is captured, stripped and collared. The latter portion of the dance is about her coming to realize that she is not only a captive, but an imbonded slave. She fights the bondage of the chain, but as the Master draws the chain shorter throughout the dance, she accepts her role as slave and in the end revels in her total submission to the Master who holds the chain. This dance requires the Master to participate in the dance...as she dances, he gradually shortens the length of chain, drawing her ever closer to him...a handful of chain at a time, until she is at his feet.
Her eyes show the terror as the caravan is beseiged by raiders...with small quick steps within the flowing cape she attempts to flee...she stops short holding out her hands to ward off the Warrior who would be her captor...
She turns and flees, but then he is before her again...terror in her eyes...she must find escape...her robes of concealment are heavy and slow her escape...
She feels the warrior's hand on her shoulder...she has not escaped...she is now his captive...she falls to her knees...hands clasped above her head...she pleads for her life and her freedom
She gasps as he pulls the silk veil from her face...tears running down her cheeks...he pulls away the cloak...she kneels before him exposed as a naked captive...
The captive kneels in the sand pit...numb and confused...hands trying desperately to cover her exposed body...she lifts her head and looks about...rises to her feet...as if unaware of the chain...she slinks away from the Warrior to make good her escape...but she is suddenly stopped as the chain pulls the collar tight against her slender neck...
Her hands rise along her body...till her finger tips touch the collar around her neck...her face puzzled at the restraint...she moves to the right, then to the left...but can get no further from the warrior...she turns and sees the Warrior and terror crosses her face...she realizes she is his captive...
She moves towards the holder of the chain...tentative steps...pleading for her release...then turns again and renews her attempt to escape...
She turns and grasps the chain...drawing herself hand over hand along the chain...the slack dangling from her collar down between the valley of her full breasts....gently caressing her sweet slave belly...she pleads for release...
She shakes her head...denying her reality...she drops the chain to the floor as if burned by its touch...she attempts to flee in yet another direction...but she can not even get as far away as before...she becomes frantic...
She circles around the Master...accepting that she is his captive, but not yet submitting to the chain...she circles around him...staying at the end of the chain...reaching out beyond the reach of the chain she beseeches others to help her to escape...
Her fingers splayed open, longing for freedom etched across her face....certainly someone will help her escape this captivity...her hair tosses wildly around her shoulders as she frantically seeks someone to rescue her...
She holds the chains in her hands, feeling the strength of her bondage...she sinks to her knees...she brings the chain to her lips and tentatively kisses it...her tongue gently flicking across its cold hard surface...
She draws the cool hard steel of the chain across her full breasts, caressing her soft skin with the chain...she begins to feel the reality of her bondage....following the chain she crawls on her belly to her Master's feet...writhing along the cool tiles...
She presses her lips to his feet...kissing and licking them with her moist hot tongue...rising to her knees she lifts the chain at her collar...fiery passion burning in her eyes...her hands reach up caressing his leg...she presses her flushed cheek against his thigh...
She spreads her knees wide and arches her back in a deep bow...her head drops back to the tiles...her hands rest on the tiles...her palms open and turned up to her Master....her love cradle open and inviting...the chain draping along her delicate neck and over her chin to her lips....
She kisses and licks the chain at her lips...accepting she is slave and submits herself openly to her Master...quivering with her desire to serve him totally