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Body Serve
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" 'I can force you to take me,' she said.
'How?' I asked.
'Like this,' she responded, kneeling before me, lowering her head and lifting her arms, the wrists crossed. She laughed. 'Now you must take me with you or slay me.'
I cursed her, for she took unfair advantage of the Warrior Codes of Gor."
John Norman, Tarnsman of Gor, p. 109
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"What most men desire is a virgin who is a whore."
Edward Dahlberg
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A body serve is an extremely erotic way of offering the Master not only His drink, but also yourself. Make it just as explicit as you like, the spicier the better. But, be prepared for the Master to take you up on your offer!
girl turns sparkling blue eyes to her Master at His command, she inhales sharply as the fire in her belly burns even hotter. she rises gracefully to her feet and takes three tiny steps back from His furs, pivots on the balls of her feet and makes her way to the servery with a seductive swaying motion of her rounded hips, the slip of red silk slung low about her hips flutters gently with each light step as her feet barely graze across the floor. torchlight plays over the light sheen of sweat glistening on her ivory flesh.
girl enters the servery and turns bright azure eyes to the heavily laden shelves, searching for just the right goblet to hold her Master's drink. she narrows her eyes and the tip of a tiny pink tongue protrudes slightly from the corner of her sensuous lips in concentration, she knows that only the best is good enough for Him. a sweet musical tinkling of laughter can be heard as she spies a fine hammered silver goblet on the top shelf.
girl rises on the tips of tiny toes with slender leg muscles stretched to their fullest, the brand on her belly grazes the edge of the counter and she gasps a little as she feels a slight tremor ripple through her, she reaches out to grasp the goblet in her small hand as she drops to her feet once more. she pauses to admire the workmanship of the fine vessel, then turns to peek at Him once more. she shivers as she feels His steely gaze boring into her, she returns to her task.
girl reaches for a stray wisp of fine golden hair and twists it between delicate fingertips to polish the goblet inside and out,. she then reaches up one small hand to cup a high firm breast as she presses the rim of the goblet to tender flesh, she checks for any nicks or chips that might harm His handsome lips. she throws back her head until her golden mane tickles her bottom, inhales sharply as the touch of cool metal causes a rosy nipple to harden instinctively.
girl shakes her head lightly as she fights to control the tremors rippling through her belly, she places the goblet on the counter as she turns and makes her way to the cooler, plants small feet squarely on the floor as she tugs on the heavy wooden door. she whimpers as the blast of cold air causes already aroused nipples to harden even more, then wraps slender arms around her luscious form as she hurries inside to the wine rack, tiny goosebumps forming on heated flesh.
girl pauses before the wine rack and chews lightly on her fingertip as she ponders her choices, then she smiles brightly as she reaches out to take a bottle of the finest ka-la-na from Ar. she holds the bottle close to her crystal blue eyes and studies the label for a moment, then nods in satisfaction as she clutches it to the valley between ripe mounds, she bites her lip as the chilled glass touches her warmed skin.
girl turns and quickly makes her way back to the warmth of the main room, she pushes the door closed with her rounded hip. as she passes through the servery she collects the goblet and holds it in one small hand and the bottle in the other, she makes her way back to the One who owns her heart. as she nears Him she feels the fire in her belly rage almost out of control, her eyes blaze with her need as she melts into her kneel at His feet.
girl parts her porcelain thighs widely so that He may view His property more fully. she places both the bottle and the goblet on the floor between her knees as she reaches up to twist her long golden cascade into a tight knot at her right shoulder, she peeks up at Him and trembles again at the power of His presence. she traces a hand lovingly over the steel about her neck and then grasps the bottle in her delicate hands.
girl lifts the neck of the bottle to her sensuous mouth and wraps full ruby lips around it. she sucks on the cork almost obscenely until it wiggles loose with a loud "pop." she holds the cork in her pearly white teeth and smiles as the sweet fragrance of the wine escapes and strokes her little nose. she reaches one hand down to the goblet and places it close to her quivering pink petals, she lightly traces a finger over the moisture already forming there.
girl uses her other hand to lift the bottle so that it is poised over her heaving breasts, she pours the wine out in a thin stream so that it flows between her ripe mounds and trickles down her taut belly and over the brand her Master placed there. she moans softly as she feels the chill of the wine slip over her heated flesh, and closes her eyes as she throws her head back in delight, she bites her lip to keep from crying out.
girl gently opens her sweet flower so that the now-heated wine flows freely over her hardened bud and mingles with her own sweet nectar before it enters the goblet. she strokes her petals lightly so that her slave's honey is offered freely. as the liquid swirls to the rim of the goblet, she reluctantly stops the flow with a nimble twist of her wrist, then returns the bottle to her soft lips, she replaces the cork with a light push from her tongue.
girl places the bottle to one side for His later use, then takes the goblet in both hands and lifts it to her pouting lips, she parts them slightly as her sweet little tongue darts out to lap at the wine. she takes in just a drop and allows it to slip down the slender column of her throat to ensure His safety this night, she smiles at the taste of the juices from the grapes mixed with her own slave's juices, then presses her lips softly to the rim in an adoring kiss.
girl lowers her golden head so that her shimmering tresses graze against His boots, she extends slender arms to Him in offering and whispers in a trembling but throaty voice.
Master, Your slut brings You ka-la-na this night, sweetened with a slave's passion, in the sincere hope that it provides refreshment to Your body, and that her humble serve has been pleasing to Your eyes as well.
© slave_girl_CsA, 5/23/2000
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