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~Serves~
The intention here is to create an outline of a basic serve that can be adapted to each master, his request, the place and the situation. Under no circumstances should anything found here be copy/pasted. A serve is as individual as the girl performing it, and one of your few chances to communicate with a master. Never copy another�s serve; your own grace and beauty should shine through. With a basic knowledge of the serving vessels and what might be served in them, you will be able to serve a master anything he might request of you. The master's preference should always mold your serve and a kajira whose heart yearns to be pleasing will do her best to remember a master's preferences. Overall, a slave should strive to make her serve lovely in every detail. The descriptions of her body, her movements, her posture, the food and drink offered, her desire to please and even her emotions should all display the graceful and sensual beauty of a kajira. "What are my duties?� I asked. �Exquisite beauty and absolute obedience,� said Sucha. ~ Slave Girl of Gor, 11:261 ~ ~Basic Steps~ Approach~ you will approach the free male and kneel before him as a pleasure slave, fully describing the position before offering to serve. NEVER, ever simply call out from the non-existent serving furs "may I serve?" Acknowledging~ you should immediately acknowledge that the master�s orders were heard and understood. This can be as simple as a "yes Master" before beginning your first post, but the objective is that you will indeed make a quick response. Do not make a master wait, wondering if you heard him, or been booted, or are ignoring him. Let him know straight away, and if needed, clarify so that his wishes are understood. "Yes Master, do you desire your paga warmed or chilled?" Choosing a vessel~ you will find dishes and drinking vessels in small chests/cabinets out by the supply wagon. ensure that the serving vessel is appropriate for the drink or food that you are serving (a list follows in the next section). Care should be shown that the vessel is clean and befitting a masters use, and that it is placed on a clean tray should one be needed. Description of the vessel aids tremendously in creating the picture that you are trying to paint, and if you know the particular master�s tastes, you can demonstrate further desire to please by describing a vessel that you know is to his tastes. Preparation~ whether you are gathering the drink, cooking or assembling the meal, or slicing the fruit�description, description, description! The chillpit keeps things cool, NOT cold. Wagon Peoples did not have access to ice. Bosk or verr milk, fresh churned butter, cheeses, cool paga, juice, ka-la-na and the like may be found there. Ale is stored in casks in the chillpit, and so the tankard should be filled there. The shelves in the chillpit are lined with bottles of liquor and even some Turian liqueurs, fine Gorean wines, ka-la-na and anything else a Master might request. Warmed botas of paga hang on the warming racks outside by the main fire. Presentation~ you will serve from nadu or tower at a master�s feet. Some drinks are poured there, and some can be prepared there as well. You will never offer to taste a drink in Kassar Camp�however, should a master request it you will immediately do so without any comment. It has become customary for a slave to never dare to touch her lips to the rim of a master�s vessel; should he wish you to, simply remember to turn the rim so that the spot your lips touched is opposite the side you offer to him. Conclusion~ after the master has taken the offering from your hands, you should remain in position at his feet until such time as he releases you. He may choose to engage you in conversation, or more, and you would do well to strive to attune yourself with the master you serve, sensing moods and desires as well as noting preferences. After all, your objective is ALWAYS to attain exquisite beauty and absolute obedience. A note regarding serving the Ubar: once you have offered to serve him until the moment he releases you or permits you to greet, do NOT speak to anyone else, nor make comment upon any activity in camp. Your attention remains wholly fixed upon him. This really should be the way you approach every serve with every master. Withdraw~ after you have been dismissed from a serve, you will then thank the master and remove yourself from his presence. It is considered courteous to step back before turning, but there is no requirement for the number of steps nor is there any deep significance assigned to these steps. It is not necessary to then, after being dismissed, to inquire if you might see to your chores, for it is implicit in the dismissal that you may do so. A note on serving Free Women: You will always kneel in tower in respect for their station. These are the basic elements to a serve, although you may play with them, combining some and perhaps even expanding others, you will always want to be sure to present a complete, well thought-out serve with pleasing, not excessive, detail. You might want to keep in mind that the longer a post is, the harder it is to read and that some will not read it all. ~Tools~ Bota ~ a soft-sided leather bag with, more typically, a horn stopper. Most botas are made from the soft supple hide of the verr and used primarily to store drinking supplies for traveling, as are flagons and gourds. Wagon Peoples are fond of drinking from the bota. Bottles ~ most wines and liquors are sealed in bottles with the finer ones bearing the seal of their city. The finest ka-la-na comes from Ar. Bowls ~ heavy clay bowls are used for serving a variety of beverages, most often warm ones. Crater ~ a red rimmed black bowl in which paga might be served. More commonly found in taverns. Cup ~ small cups, of a variety of materials, from ceramic to silver or even lacquered. Used in threes for serving bazi tea. Because of its expense, also traditionally used for serving black wine. Goblet ~ used for serving a wide variety of beverages, normally chilled, such as ka-la-na, water, juice or milk. Horn ~ used to serve mead. More commonly seen in Torvaldsland. Kantharos ~ a deep cup, with high-standing loop-shaped handles. It is not footed. More commonly seen in taverns of large cities. Knife ~ in food preparation, you will use a regular straight knife. If you are participating in the slaughter of a bosk, the ulo would be more useful in separating cuts of meat and cutting through sinew. Remember that an ulo is completely unsuitable for slicing and chopping because it is a hook-bladed knife. The ulo, or woman's knife, with its semicircular blade, customarily fixed to a wooden handle, is not well suited to carving. It is better at cutting meat and slicing sinew. --- Beasts of Gor 20:62 Tankard ~ most often used for pouring ale into other vessels. Assorted trays and dishes will also be found in each individual�s wagon, along with the items discussed above. Kassar Camp no longer has a serving/kitchen wagon; the Wagon Peoples lived out of their wagons, each doing their own cooking, so it is logical to presume that each had his own equipment, supplies and food in his wagon. In Kassar Camp, the free women of the camp will cook for their mate, or be assigned to a free male to do his cooking at his own fire. Kajira may serve this prepared food, which will be posted on the slave chore board in the form of daily and/or weekly menus. Demonstration by ha�la ~ a chill danced down her spine before ha'la even turned..the strong footsteps of her beloved Ubar resonated on the soft soil before He sat comfortably upon His furs...a slow sultry smile tugged at her ruby lips as ha'la spun on her heels, tendrils of her silken chestnut mane draped precariously over the camisk He deemed her to wear clinging to her lush curves like that of a second skin as she made her way across the camp with her hips canting with each footfall. .as if silently begging to be gripped upon until she was at His booted feet. .only then did she gracefully fold her long coltish legs under her, easing the curve of her rounded bottom to the cradle of her upturned heels, delicate spine arches beautifully displaying the roundness of her breasts and turgid nipples which seem to grow more so under the penetrating heat of His gaze, with a wanton thrust of her hips creamy thighs splayed sinfully wide in an offering to Him all that He owns until a moan sweet and low flowed from her heated lips as the gaze of her dark eyes lowered to His boots. .silent worship of the ground He walked upon before offering with a voice as soft as a breeze she asked ~ may ha'la please be of service Master aye Master. .paga with tospits...as You wish ~ she offered softly with a smile. .her heart immediately taking flight at the opportunity to serve Him ~ ~ the slave winked playfully before rocking back on her heels and rising to her feet, she took in His form once more she thrust her shoulders back as she padded by the furs He sat upon, delicate nostrils flaired as she took in His scent..strong..masculine, she made her way in the direction of the Master's wagon, her hips now rocking with a more seductive rhythm with each footfall...silent footing carried the slave up the temwood steps casting a glance of Him again over her slender shoulder before disappearing within the wagon..crossing quickly to the chests along the side, sighing as she looked over the line, checking sweetly before finding that which contained his vessels, coaxing out a bowl, the darkest of blues with the moons of Gor etched upon the side, into her small hands before rising up she a sultry smile tugged at her lips as she lulled her head back sending shimmering tresses cascading over her shoulders as she eased the opening of the camisk open and ran the bowl thrice across her turgid nipple, purring softly to the sweet sensation then discreetly covering it once again as she remained unmarked and her tracings were wiped from the vessel ~ ~ humming softly ha'la sauntered across the wagon's floor and out of the wagon once more, padding off with the bowl to the pit that held the fruits in a shadows grasp, moving within the pit, the light barely reaching along the entrance of it then to the bins of fruit where she squeezed every tospit until she found she hoped would delight His taste buds, holding the fruit in her small hands ha'la used the knife she had found. moving out into the daylight so that he might see her actions in sectioning it, carefully sectioning the bitter fruit into pieces then aligning them carefully in the bottom of the bowl...her thoughts drifting to the handsome Master she served. the deep blue of His eyes. the devilish smile of His lips. without thought the tip of her pink tongue slid over her lips as if seeking His taste from them. shivering softly she brought herself from her revelry and crossed to the Master's wagon once more, slipping within and through to the corner where there are many botas of paga, and bottle of kalana among other things, delicate finger tips thumped each one until she eased the fullest of them from the hook, draping the strap around her neck and purring as the warm bota nestled in the deep valley of her pillow breasts, with her head held high displaying the Turian steel upon her throat she wrapped her hands around the bowl and padded carefully down the steps of the wagon...the gaze of her dark eyes already locked to His form off in the distance ~ ~ with her head held high the beauty made her way across the grounds of the camp...the ends of her dark tresses lapping at the decadent curves of her hour glass figure...detailing the swell of her ripe breasts. the indentation of her tiny waist to the flair of her rounded hips...the pounding of her heart increasing with each step closer she took until she arrived at His boots where she folded her coltish legs under her...parting her toned thighs sinfully wide for His viewing pleasure should He wish it to be so as she set the bowl upon the ground between them gracefully easing the strap of the bota from her neck, sinking pearly white teeth into the cork and pulling it free with a yank of her head only to allow it to land upon the soil before her as she carefully filled the bowl generously with the pungent brew until the bota was empty then cast aside before she wrapped her hands around the bowl pressing it tight to the flat of her belly where the fire to serve burned so brightly...trailing it enticingly slow up her form leaving a lingering flow of heated flesh in its path as her delicate nostrils flared inhaling His scent...gracefully she eased the bowl to her parted lips as she placed a lingering yet heated kiss to the belly of the bowl...slender arms raised the bowl high before her as her head bowed between them. concealing her porcelain features by a cascade of chestnut tresses she offers ~ Your paga with tospit Master... ~ the touch of His fingers upon her flesh as He took the bowl from her caused the beast to whimper...a subtle rocking of her hips was seen as the shiver melted to her soul. small hands fluttered to her thighs as they splayed wider still, the heat of His gaze beckoning them so as she arched her back offering silently to Him the flesh of the girl. the camisk suddenly felt two sizes to small as it strained against her ripe mounds with each intake of air she took as with a cant of her head the ends of her mane swayed against the top of her rounded bottom as a brilliant smile formed upon her ruby lips and the flickering lights of the fire danced brightly in her dark eyes as she raised them a hort to drink in His form before quickly lowering them again as a soft moan flowed from her lips ~ thank You for allowing ha'la to serve You today Master ~ the slave offered softly before leaning forward just a hort sending her silken mane to the ground before her as she placed a soft kiss to each of His boots, reluctantly ha'la eased back up her mane tousled and framing her sweet face as she rocked back upon her heels and rose to her full height casing a sultry smile to Him before stepping back thrice and pivoting on the balls of her feet then padding with a hypnotic sway of her hips in the direction of the supply wagon so she may finish the chore she had been working on before deliciously being given the opportunity to be of service to Him ~ A Paga Serve "Did they not teach you how to serve paga as a paga slave?" I asked. "Of course," she said. "Show me," I said. "Very well," she said. She drew back, taking the cup. In most taverns no bottle is brought to the table but the paga is brought to the table, by the paga slave, a cup at a time, the cups normally being filled from a vat behind the counter. She filled the cup there, before me, and left it behind. She returned the bottle then to the table, and went back again for the cup. � "You are garbed strangely for a paga slave," I said, indicating the clogs, the black slacks and the black, buttoned top. "Do you wish me to put on pleasure silk?" she asked, icily. "No" I said. She tossed her head. "In many Gorean taverns," I said, " the paga slaves serve naked." "Yes" she said, slowly, "they do." �Did they not teach you how to do that?� I asked. � [The girl disrobes, angrily and yet becomes sexually excited, beginning to understand the truth of her situation.] �"Paga Master?" she asked, kneeling before me, the metal cup held before her, in 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 held 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. I think then, for the first time, she had begun to understand what it might be truly, to kiss the cup of a master. 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 position 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 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. But I did not take the paga. "Do you know other phrases?" I asked. There were many actually, and they tended to vary from tavern to tavern, and from city to city. There was, really, no standardization in such matters. She trembled, head down, proffering me the paga. "Your girl brings you drink, Master," she said. "Any others?" I asked. "Here is your drink, Master," she said. "I beg to serve you further in any way I may." "Another," I said. "Do not forget I come with the price of the cup," she said. "Use me as you will, Master." "Another," I said sharply. �For your pleasure,� she said, �I bring you paga and a slave.� "Personalized phrase," I said. �E.,� she said. �Evelyn,� I corrected her. "Evelyn tenders drink humbly to Master," she said. "Evelyn hopes Master will later find her suitable to give him pleasure." "Another," I said. "I am Evelyn," she said. "I serve you, naked and collared. Take me later to the alcove. I beg to be taught my slavery." ---Explorers of Gor, 12:158-161 The Slave Belly " �Now take the goblet,� he said, �and hold the metal against your body, pushing inward.� I took the goblet held it, tightly, to my body. I held the round, heavy metal against me, below my brassiere. �Lower�, he said, �against your belly.� I then held the goblet lower. � Press it more inward,� he said. I did so. I can still feel the cold metal against me, firmly, partly against the silk of my undergarment, partly against my belly. �Now,� said he, �lift the goblet to your lips and kiss it lingeringly, then proffer it to me, arms extended, head down.� � ---Fighting Slave of Gor, 1:19 |
