Of all my duties as Restrained Elegance Resident slavegirl, this was the
most unexpected. Hywel directed me to make up a slave dance, incorporating
the new positions I was supposed to be learning. It was also meant be be
beautiful and elegant, displaying my body in as refined and submissive a way
as possible. 'Be the embodiment of Restrained Elegance' wrote Hywel in his
instructions. I thought managing THAT might take a while!
I loved choreography when I was a dancer, but that was a while ago, and
making up a dance from scratch challenged me in a way I wasn't used to. I
liked the idea of the dance being slow and ritualistic, the way I could
imagine a geisha or a harem-slave performing for an invited audience.
Although it was meant to be a dance of submission, I really didn't want to
spend the whole time crawling round on the floor; I wanted it to be
dignified, formal, but hopefully still sexy.
It took ages. For three weeks I practiced at every opportunity - planning
refinements and rehearsing them. Wearing my high slave-collar certainly
made progress harder, I developed bruises under my chin from forgetting the
collar was there and being over-ambitious with tossing my head around! At
first the dance seemed too modest - I didn't want it to be vulgar but I
added a more suggestive ending, which I hoped would be better.
And at last, it was time to perform it on camera, and to hope it measured up
to the high standards a Restrained Elegance slavegirl is supposed to aim
for. Hywel was watching, and I hoped he'd appreciate the amount of barefoot
sole display I'd worked into the dance! My pride demanded that the dance
would be deemed acceptable, and I hoped he wouldn't punish me when I'd
worked on it for so long. He didn't - what he DID do was far worse!
Ariel