Kal-da serve

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Making Kal-da

"Kal-da is a hot drink, almost scalding, made of diluted Ka-la-na wine, mixed with citrus juices and stinging spices. I did not care much for this mouth-burning concoction, but it was popular with some of the lower castes, particularly those who performed strenuous manual labor. I expected its popularity was due more to its capacity to warm a man and stick to his ribs, and to its cheapness (a poor grade of Ka-la-na wine being used in its brewing) than to any gustatory excellence."
John Norman, Outlaw of Gor, p. 76

"I had hardly settled myself behind the table when the proprietor had placed a large, fat pot of steaming Kal-da before me. It almost burned my hands to lift the pot. I took a long burning swig of the brew and though, on another occasion, I might have thought it foul, tonight it sang through my body like the bubbling fire it was, a sizzling, brutal irritant that tasted so bad and yet charmed me so much I had to laugh."
John Norman, Outlaw of Gor, p. 78

"Love is not a fire to be shut up in a soul. Everything betrays us: voice, silence, eyes; half-covered fires burn all the brighter."
Jean Racine

In the books, Kal-da was considered to be a drink of the lower classes. Many on-line Gorean taverns will have a kettle of kal-da simmering on the hearth. However, on line it is often a sign of the skill of a slave, as well as her devotion to her Master, if she is able to make it from scratch. This is one of the longer and more difficult serves.

girl hears her Master's deep rumbling command and shivers with delight, she looks up joyfully as crystal blue eyes telegraph her love for the One who owns her heart. she rises gracefully and crosses slender arms over her slave's heart as she pivots on the balls of her feet and moves toward the servery, the slip of red silk about her hips flutters from side to side with each sensual stride.

girl casts a quick glance to her Master as she enters the servery, she trembles as she feels the force of His gaze studying her every movement. she turns her attention to the well-stocked shelves as she searches for the perfect bowl to hold His ka-lda, knowing that only the best will be allowed to touch His handsome lips, chews lightly on her bottom lip in concentration. she smiles brightly as she spies a likely candidate below the counter.

girl bends low at the waist so that her rounded ivory bottom is offered for His viewing pleasure, she reaches out a fragile arm to grasp the bowl and pull it to her. she straightens her slender form with a happy toss of her long golden mane behind her shoulders, she darts a glance to her Master once more and smiles warmly, then turns her gaze to admire the workmanship of the fine carved temwood bowl in her hands.

girl reaches for a stray wisp of her fine golden mane and twists it between delicate fingertips to polish the bowl inside and out. she then lifts the rim of the bowl to her ripe mound and trails the rim over tender flesh to ensure that there are no nicks or chips that might mar His handsome lips, a rosy nipple hardens instinctively at the touch of the smooth wood. she parts her lips and moans softly as her head is thrown back in delight.

girl places the bowl gently on the counter and turns around, she makes her way to the wine rack at the back of the servery and pauses there for a moment as she considers the wondrous array before her. she chews lightly on her bottom lip in concentration, then reaches out to take a bottle of the finest ka-la-na from Ar, holds the bottle tightly to her as she returns to the counter.

girl lifts the bottle to her sensuous mouth and parts full lips slightly, she sucks on the cork almost obscenely to remove it with a light "pop." the sweet fragrance of the wine tickles her pretty little nose, and she gives out a little musical tinkling as she giggles softly. she reaches for a little copper brazier and pulls it to her, then carefully pours some of the wine into it so that it may heat.

girl finds a slender reed and stirs the wine gently around and around to ensure that it heats evenly, she leaves it to simmer as she pivots on the balls of her feet, her long tresses fanning out around her shoulders. she moves to a table at the back of the servery and peers down at the large bowl of fruit, then reaches out for a ripe tospit. she smooths the fruit with her soft hands and then brings it to her nose and inhales deeply, the frangrance of it massaging her senses.

girl carefully examines the fruit to be sure there are no spots or blemishes that might make it unsuitable for His consumption, then reaches out for a ripe larma and shivers as her cool hand touches the sweet flesh of the fruit, she holds it tight to her bosom for a long ehn before inspecting it as well, she inserts a fingernail into the flesh of the larma to see if it is ripe, then nods silently at the perfection of the fruit.

girl pads back to the counter with her treasures, she puts them down and reaches for the reed to stir the simmering wine again. allowing the fruit to rest, she bends down low as she searches for a carefully hidden tiny silver box, she gently pokes around among the serving vessels and finds what she is looking for secreted in the back behind a large bowl. she smiles to herself as she pulls the box toward her and cradles it to her slave's heart as she straightens up.

girl gingerly opens the lid of the box and inhales the wondrous aroma of the spices that waft out and fill the air around her. she reaches into the box and takes out just a pinch of nutmeg, drops it lightly into the mulling wine, she reaches out again for a tiny portion of cinnamon and adds it to the concoction as well. taking the reed in her slender fingers again, she stirs gently as the spices mingle with the sweet wine.

girl returns her attention to the fruit, she picks up the tospit and cradles it between small hands as she holds it to her nose, she closes her eyes as she savors the fragrance. she then digs strong fingernails into the flesh of the fruit, pulls it into sections, and eases them into the mulling wine. she reaches for the larma and holds the delicate fruit to her pale cheek as a slight shiver runs through her.

girl tears at the larma like a little animal, the juice pouring out to coat her tiny hands. she moans softly as she rips the tender fruit into sections and drops them into the brazier. she looks to her hands and giggles softly, then uses her tiny tongue to lap up the precious juice, she inserts one finger into her sensuous mouth and sucks on it like a small phallus, closing her eyes in a moment of secret ecstasy.

girl shakes her head to clear away her reverie, stirs the kal-da once more and determines that it has heated evenly throughout. she reaches for a clean rep cloth and places it over the top of the goblet, she then takes another cloth to protect her delicate hand as she lifts the brazier and begins to pour the mixure into the goblet, straining out any sediment or pieces of frut. she darts a quick glance back to her Master and feels the heat in her belly grow even hotter.

girl carefully and quickly cleans out the brazier and returns it to its proper place, she reaches for a perfect slice of larma, and another of topsit, and floats them on the surface of the kal-da. she grasps the goblet in sure hands and brings it to her nose, she breathes in deeply and savors the rich spicy aroma, then holds it securely to the valley between her firm breasts as she turns and makes her way back to the main room.

girl walks with measured steps toward her Master, the light from torches casting alluring shadows over her voluptuous form. she breathes faster as she nears Him, then melts into her kneel at His feet, silken thighs parted widely so that He may view His property fully, she peeks up to Him and gasps as she feels the full force of His prescence. she brings the goblet to her full ruby lips and parts them slightly.

girl tilts her head back to allow just a slave's portion of the spicy ka-la-na to slide down the slender column of her throat, anxious that her life be taken in place of His if this drink be tainted. she then closes her eyes as she places a tender adoring kiss on the rim of the goblet, she turns it so that the kiss is facing Him and lowers her golden head so that silken hair kisses the furs at His feet, extends slender arms to Him and purrs softly:

Master, Your slut brings You kal-da this evening, prepared lovingly with her own small hands, and prays that it provides refreshment for Your body, and that her humble serve has been pleasing to Your eyes as well.

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