| Serves |
| Here are some basic serves taken from the books. |
| Slowly, alone, a paga slave, naked and collared, she approached my table. She then knelt there, before me. "Press the cup to your belly," I told her. She did so. She then held it there, in both hands. "Paga, Master?" she whispered. "yes," I said. She sobbed. "Kiss the cup," I told her. She lifted the metal cup from her belly and, turning her head to the side, pressed her lips against it. She then kissed it. She the, her knees wide, her arms extended to me, her head bowed down, between her arms, proffered the paga to me. "Your paga, Master," she whispered. Explorers of Gor pg. 172 the vessel makes it quicker to get to each Master, hence He gets His drink faster. they can be silver, bronze any number of metals. some have two handles, some have straps to be held over your shoulder. Paga," called a man. I hurried to him, carrying the large bronze vessel of paga, on its strap about my shoulder. I knelt and filled his cup." Slave Girl of Gor pg 293 Serve us paga, Slave," said Msaliti. She stiffened. Then she smiled. "Yes, Master," she said. ... "Paga, Master?" she asked, kneeling before me, the metal cup held before her, in her two hands. "Yes," I said. She proffered the cup to me. She knelt back on her heels, her knees wide, and extended her arms to me, the cup in her hands. "Did you not neglect to kiss it?" I asked her. She drew back the cup, and pressing her lips to it, kissed it. "Is that how a slave kisses the cup of a master?" I asked. She again turned her head to the side and pressed her lips softly, lingeringly, against it. Then she kissed it. I saw a tremor course through her body. ... Then again kneeling back on her heels, her knees wide, extending her arms to me, the cup in her hands, she proffered me the drink. "Your head should be down, between your arms," I said. She put her head down. Again I saw a small movement in her body, a tremor, subtle. She had put her head down before a man. Another consequence of this positions is that the girl's eyes, in the specific act of her serving, do not meet those of the master. They are lowered before his, as one who submits. This is also reminiscent, in an experienced girl, of her training. Often in training, a girl is not permitted to look into the eyes of the trainer, unless he should specifically extend this permission. Indeed, in some cities, the girl in training may not raise her eyes above the trainer's belt, unless, again, specifically accorded this permission. "Speak," I said to her. "Your paga, Master," she said. Explorers of Gor pgs 160-161 Make me tea,' I said." "...'Is it ready?' I asked. I looked at the tiny copper kettle on the small stand. A tiny kaiila-dung fire burned under it. A small, heavy, curved glass was nearby, on a flat box, which would hold some two ounces of the tea. Bazi tea is drunk in tiny glasses, usually three at a time, carefully measured. She did not make herself tea, of course."...... "She lifted the kettle from the fire and, carefully, poured me a tiny glass of tea. I took the glass." Tribesman of Gor pg 139 Little pock-face," called Relius. "I would be served." Virginia Kent, with her pitcher of Ka-la-na, ran lightfootedly to Relius, guard in the House of Cernus. "Let Lana serve Relius wine." said another girl, a Red Silk Girl, first to the guard, leaning towards him, lips parted. Relius put out his cup but before the girl could pour the wine she seemed suddenly to fly off the back of the dias, the seat of her tunic firmly gripped in the small hand of Virginia Kent, Lana landed with a considerable bump on the stones of the hall, the wine flying backward. "Relius guards Virginia," the young slave girl from Earth informed collared, Red Silk Lana. Assassins of Gor pg 238 |
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