moves into the confines of the kitchen, cool tiles whispered along bared feet that carry her to do his bidding, Thassian blue eyes moving to the beckoning call of the fire to the one that burns hotly beneath the tremble of slave belly, gliding to check the kettle of water that simmers above burning embers and crackling logs, sliding sensuous palms down the warming sides to feel its heat radiated from within and with a knowing smile, moves away to the shelves where trained fingers pull forth a small copper tea kettle, quickly buffing it to a high sheen and sets it aside as blue eyes turn to the shelves once more in search of that which pleases him most
spies the red ceremonial cups and matching saucers, the color matching the Caste that races through his blood, knowing no other can satisfy the inane need in him to serve his honor, lifting upwards to invoke the stretch of creamy flesh, displaying openly slut form as he watches to retreive the tiny cups and saucers, setting each one aside before taking down the red and black laquered tray to serve him from, caress of soft cloth over each surface, daring to glance in his direction, eager to be at his feet once again, to feel his hand upon her hair, his touch upon her flesh
leaves the items momentarily and with an insolent toss of copper curls over bared shoulders, grasps the kettle and moves to the hearth once again to add just enough heated water from the large one simmering over the flames to swirl in a quick cleansing caress within, walking to the sink to empty before setting it down beside the tray, stretching one slender arm to the side to carefully grasp a clean rep cloth and spread upon the polished tray, small handful of fragrant tea leaves captured from its tin, crumbled into the center of the cloth before tying into a small bundle and setting into the confines of the small cleaned kettle
leaves her work momentarily only to hurry to the coldroom and retreive a small pitcher of cream if he should so desire, setting it upon the tray in a arrangement pleasing to the eye and with a delightful smile, sweeps the tray upwards into soft palms and turns to glide with sure feet to the hearth once more, hips taking on a sumptuous rock with each step before kneeling, blue eyes drawn to the flickering flames that call to its twin inferno raging beneath bared taut belly, removing the lid from the near-boiling kettle of water upon its feeding flames, ladeling steaming liquid into the kettle and over the small bundle of tea leaves
settles back into the cradle of crossed ankles as the tea begins to seep, smiling as the steam begins to rise from within, a hint of the aromatic flavor wafting upwards into the still air, auburn hair falling in soft waves to frame beautiful features, casting a longing glance in his direction before rocking back against bared heels, rising upwards with the tray carefully blanced in sure hands and turns to move out of the kitchen and back to the place where she belongs at his feet, each step begging for his attention, each shift and coil of glisteng flesh longing for his touch, hungered blue gaze seeking out his own from beneath long lashes as she melts downward before him in supplication, tray swept carefully to the table slightly to his left
rises up on slave knees, longing to reach out and caress his flesh as velveteen tongue darts out to moisten berry-stained lips and then lifts the lid of the kettle, glancing down to see its deep rich color, knowing it has seeped to perfection and then carefully measures the steaming liquid into the three cups upon his tray, filling each to the third ring before setting the kettle to one side upon the tray, lifts one spoon to measure the yellow sugar first, a spoonful placed into each of the three vessels, another spoon to measure white sugar placed only into the second and third cups, and lastly a spoon to measure red salt added to the first cup, carefully stirring each until dissolved
