My master lies spent in the furs from a long night with his kajira. I wake in a good and cheerful mood stretching out. My mind goes to the talks with the dance pit raiders. How much I do admire kajira who are ambitious and do all they can to elevate their value to their masters. I beging to dance my hips swaying to the beats of some happy song that plays in a kajiras mind. I make my ample curves roll in a way only a gorean man strong and lusty can appreciate. I drop low to the floor of my masters private rooms and spread my legs wide into a split twerking my assets in a most lewd way. Everything about me says "I live to please my master". Its obvious I know well the lust and desires of men raw in their brains. I answer quickly to the beastial call with the rythmic and sensual pumping of my body. My dance has one loud clear message. I am slave, La Kajira. I live for the gratification of strong arms and throbbing manhood. I live to be so pleasing that men will draw steel just own me, men will draw blood if need be to keep me hot, wet, and willing under him. This is my slave heat all free clearly see. I could lament my position in life as some girls do, I could try to become free, I could power struggle bratty with my master. Not this girl, however, this kajira embraces her lot in life. She shouts it to the world with her heated dance moves. I am a hot needy slut for my master. Her secrets revealed, naked in front of the world not even her deepest realization of self is her own. She finishes the dance now rolling slows in her hips. she kneels for a moment and wipes the sweat from her brow. She looks over longing at her master for but a moment. She hurries off to do chores but the heat between her legs will throb from the dance all day long.
