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BlackWyne served second slave
Ka-la-na serve (Goblet)
Ka-la-na serve (Goblet)
Bazi Tea serve
Chocolate (Hot Cocoa)
Blood Of A slaves Broken Heart Serve
Blackwyne (altered 1st slave) Serve
Body Serve
Ta-Wine Serve
very long Blackwyne serve
The Serves
BlackWyne served Second slave
Submitted by: lost_slaveman
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*he stands, smiling brightly to Mistress, to show his appreciation of the honor of serving Her, his hazel eyes remain lowered to show his respect and submission as he backs away slowly 3 steps, his large body looming over the FW the muscle shows his strength yet he was harmless, as he turned to the kitchen, raising his eyes to be able to see where he is going, his loin cloth gently tapping against him, long dark messy hair blowing in the wind going against him in his swift walk, he weaved between the furs of the Free, heart pounding of excitement, and a joy of some sort flowed through his vieins, as his thick muscley arms swung loosely by his side, then he turns to Mistress at the entrance of the kitchen, flashing one last smile to her with lowered eyes, so to show his respect and turned to the kitchen to get her the blackwine*
*he heads to the pile of trays on the shelf of the far wall, the band he bore on his arm instead of collar as all kajirus has felt light but tight on his arm as his muscles swelled, through nervousness knowing any mistake could cause a punishment or death but even worse, could upset Mistress, so he looks closely to the trays despite the bright light in the kitchen and flicked through each tray looking for the perfect tray for Mistress, until he finds it, he holds the upper layers of trays wtith onehand toi stop them falling and making a noise, which could disturb the Free, and pulled the chosen tray loose with his other hand, the tray felt smooth and cold in his warm hands, he smiles briefly to his reflection, and grabbing a rep cloth from a drawer, he wipes the tray clean of the marks and dust until they are no longer existent, and places the tray upon the counter*
*turning he heads to the cup cupbaord walking swiftly but delicately as tho on thin ice, making sure to keep in view of Mistress, head held high proudly as he appraches the cupboard, and rises to tiptoes, and flicks through the many cups, for many an ehn, looking for the one that is best of the cupboard, that will please Mistress most, all that could be heard while he searches is the clinking of the cups as hi moves them, and even tho toes start to ache and legs feel heavy, arms reaching still to the cupboard feel they will fall off, he remains in position until he at last finds the cup, and falls back to flat feet, feeling the toes on each foot thank him with a sharp shooting pain that quiickly disappears, his large hands almost covering the whole width of the cup, as he wipes the rim upon his abs makin sure there are no nics nor tlaws that could hurt Mistress, and is pleased it is as good as new, so taking his rep cloth wipes the cup clean of the marks and dust until it cant get any cleaner*
*he walks to the wine rack and from beside it unhooks the ladle from the wall and turned to walk to the fire pit, as he neared the fire pit he felt the heat and smiled to himself, and dipped the ladle into the kettle of blackwine, the splash was small and made hardly a noise, the ripples were few and the smell almost drawing him to it but knowing it was not in his right, he withdrew the ladle, and poured the blackwine into the cup being careful to not spill a drop of the liquid, as he returned the ladle to its hook and placed the cup of blackwine upon the tray, and lifted the tray slowly*
*he head back to the main hall where he kneels before Mistress, thighs closed tight as tho glued, back straight as it can go, muscles making him appear tall and fierce, hazel eyes lowered in the respect and submission, his head proudly high he raises his arms to offer the tray and cup and whispers* "this one brings your blackwine, second slave Mistress" *then falls silent and keeps still*
Ka-la-na serve in Goblet
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Ka-la-na is a red wine...can be served either room temp or chilled.
Ka-la-na is normally served in a silver goblet, but can be served in any container the Free wishes.
The best Ka-la-na is said to come from the city of Ar.
girl: *stands from before Master XXXXXX...turns to the servery...her hips swaying in her silks...the silver bell on
her bracelet making a beautiful sound as she moves...*
girl: *just before reaching the servery she turns and smiles at Master XXXXX*
girl: *she steps to the cupboards where the goblets are kept...looking over the large selection...she spots one on
the upper shelf that she desires to serve to Master XXXXX* [ 1:27 AM CDT]
girl: *reaching up...stretching...on tip toes...left foot leaving the ground for a moment...her fingertips brush
along the rim...pulling it towards her slowly...edging the goblet slowly from its perch...* [ 1:29 AM CDT]
girl: *it falls into waiting hands...with her right hand she seductively parts her silks...and takes the goblet and
places it to her breast...rolling the rim on tender flesh...satisified there are no mars.* [ 1:31 AM CDT]
girl: *she takes a rep cloth and begins to clean it of all dust and prints...sets the goblet down on the
counter...and turns to the cooler* [ 1:31 AM CDT]
girl: *she grasps the handle with her hand...slowly and forcfully pulling the door open...steps inside...the chill
in the air causing her nips to instantly perk...she grabs a bottle of kalana and leaves...* [ 1:33 AM CDT]
girl: *the chilly air for the warm air of the servery...and pulls the cork from the bottle useing her teeth...the
pours the bottles contents into the waitin and cleaned goblet* [ 1:34 AM CDT]
girl: *once the goblet is full...she re-corks the bottle and returns to the cooler and places it back in its
resting spot...steps out and closes the door with a firm push of her hip* [ 1:35 AM CDT]
girl: *returns to the goblet...picking it up with both hands...and turns to leave the servery...entering the main
room...sashaying back to Master XXXXX...her silks gently rustling with every step* [ 1:36 AM CDT]
girl: *kneels down before Master XXXXX...thighs parted...head held high...eyes downcast...pressing the goblet to
the belly...to th heart for three beats...then gently kisses the rim* [ 1:37 AM CDT]
girl: *lowers her head...looking to the floor...offers the goblet up high to Master XXXXX with both hands* Master
XXXXX...this one hopes that You are pleased and that this drink is found pleasing as well [ 1:39 AM CDT]
girl: *smiles* [ 1:40 AM CDT]
girl: *sitting up to kneel nadu* Master XXXXX...is there anything else You wish of this one? [ 1:41 AM CDT]
Ka-la-na serve in Goblet
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girl: *this one rises from her position at Master _______s feet...taking three steps back from Him...turns on the
ball of her feet and moves delicately across the stone floor to the servery*
girl: *upon entering the servery, she begins looking for a vessle in which to serve Master ______'s drink in...and
spots a fine silver goblet on a low shelf*
girl: *she bends down to get the goblet...her silks rising as she bends at the waist...exposing her ass...the
hearths light glowing on her pale flesh*
girl: *standing, she parts her silks, exposing her breast...placing the rim of the goblet to her tender white
flesh, she turns the rim, checking for imperfections*
girl: *finding there are none, she takes a repcloth and polishes the goblet, admiring the craftsmanship...then
setting it down on the counter*
girl: *she turns to the cooler, wraps her fingers around the handle...opens the door and enters...the cool of the
air hardening her nips...she pulls a bottle of ka-la-na from the rack*
girl: *she leaves the cooler and closes the door with a firm push of her hip...carrying the bottle between her
breasts...shivering from the coldness of the bottle...she walks to the counter and picks up the goblet*
girl: *she sashays back to Master ________...her hips swaying in her silks with every step...a sparkle in her
glowing blue eyes...she stops and kneels before Him*
girl: *with thighs spread wide...she places the goblet on the floor before her...and lifts the bottle to her
lips...pulling on the cork with suction, not teeth, until it pops out*
girl: *she carefully pours the ka-la-na from the bottle into the goblet resting between her thighs...until the
vessle is full*
girl: *she recorks the bottle with a firm push of her tongue against the cork...and sets the bottle down near
Master ________ for His later use*
girl: *she picks up the goblet with both hands...touches it to her belly...then to her heart for three
beats...then kisses the rim*
girl: *she offers the goblet up to Master __________ with both hands* Master ________ this one hopes that You find
this ka-la-na to Your liking, and hopes that You are pleased with this ones serve to You.
Bazi Tea serve
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There is no ceremonial bazi tea service described in the books (at least not that this one has found)
Bazi Tea is a beverage of leaves steeped in hot water. he tea from Bazi is very much like the orange pekoe of
Earth. It is served exclusively in higher class establishments.
The service of Bazi tea is a ceremonial ritual, and rarely changed.
First, you go to the fireplace to check and see that the water is boiling. If there is not enough water, refill the
kettle.
Second, go to the sideboard and get the traditional teapot with three cups. The cups are small and delicate. The
pot holds about 6 cups and is also delicate porcelain.
Third, take the pot to the kettle and fill it. Allow the water to warm the pot and then dump it back into the pot.
Refill with boiling water.
Fourth, take the pot to the sideboard (counter) and put in two or three pinches of leaves from the black lacquer
chest inlaid with the StormsHaven crest (the chest contains native Gorean tea from Bazi).
Fifth, place a goodly portion of red sugar in one cup, yellow sugar in a second cup, and mixed red and yellow in
the third cup.
Sixth, take the tea and the cups to the client. Pour a cup of the tea so that the client can see the contents,
sniff and look at the color to be certain it is fully brewed.
Lastly, pour the second and third cups and serve each of them to the client, who will drink them in rapid
succession.
girl: Master ________...this one thanks You for the opportunity to serve You...and serve You well i will
girl: *standing to full height, i take three steps back in absolute respect of Him...i spin carefully on the balls
of my feet...my hips swaying under fine silks that move with my every step*
girl: *turning to the fire place, i bend over, the short silks rising up my thighs...showing the cleft of my
cheeks*
girl: *checking the kettel to ensure there is enough water...finding there is a sufficient amount i turn to the
servery...pausing for a moment before entering...winking at Master _________*
girl: *then moving towards the cupboards singing a ballad softly in a whispered tone...pulling a serving tray from
the cupboards and placing it on the counter*
girl: *a fine and delicate porcelain teapot is located on a shelf almost at eye level...i pull it from the shelf
and place it on the tray...i then begin looking for the serving cups and spot them on a higher shelf*
girl: *looking out the servery to see if Master __________ is watching...i purposely choose the cups on the highest
shelf...stretching to reach them*
girl: *my silks moving up as i stretch...i lean forward slightly...exposing my ass for Him...i then pull the three
small pocelain cups from the cupboard*
girl: *parting my silks...exposing tender white flesh glowing in the light of the hearths fire...and roll the rim
of each cup on breast and nipple checking the rim of each for mars*
girl: *finding none, i wipe each item with a rep cloth removing dust and prints*
girl: *i pick the small teapot up and carry it over to the fire...carefully i pour boiling water from the kettle
into the serving pot to heat it...i then pour the water back into the kettle*
girl: *i once again fill the tea pot with boiling water...i carry it to the counter and pull a small black lacquer
chest to the area in which i am working, opening it...reaching my hand inside*
girl: *i pull out a total of three pinches...putting the three pinches of the tea leaves in the teapot...i then
return to the serving cups...spooning a good amout of red sugar in first of the small cups*
girl: *yellow sugar in the second cup...and a mixture of red and yellow sugar in the third small porcelain cup...i
pick up the tray with both hands...moving carefully back to Master ________...sashaying to Him*
girl: *my nips excited to be in His presence once again..i set the tray on the table near Him...i pick up the
teapot...leaning over, facing Him, with my silks opening ever so slightly, exposing my breasts to Him*
girl: *and i carefully begin pouring the tea into the first cup containing only red sugar...sniffing at the air
above the cup and looking into the cup...making sure it is brewed perfectly from Him*
girl: *i then pour tea into the two remaining cups...i pick up the first cup and kneel before Him...thighs spread
painfully wide...touching the cup to belly...to the heart for three beats*
girl: *then gently place a kiss on the rim...lowering my head...i offer the cup up to Master ________ with both
hands*
girl: Master ________...this one hopes that You are pleased with this ones serve and hopes that this drink warms
You well.
girl: *picking up the second cup...touching it to belly...then to my heart for three beats...then kiss the
rim...offering it up to Master __________ with both hands*
girl: *picking up the third cup from the tray...touching it to belly...to my heart for three beats...and kiss the
rim...offering it up high with both hands to Master __________*
Chocolate (hot cocoa) served in Mug
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girl: Master _______ this one thanks You for the opportunity to serve You this day...*stands before Master
__________...then takes the careful steps back*
girl: *turns on the balls of her feet and heads in the direction of the servery...her hips swaying gently under
delicate silks that cling to her every move*
girl: *just before entering the servery...she turns...her hair tossed to the side, laying around her shoulder...she
winks at Master ____________*
girl: *she enters the servery...humming a sweet melody to herself...she begins the task of looking to the cupboards
for a mug*
girl: *spying a very nice mug on the upper shelf, she stretches to reach it...her silks rising, showing her pale
thighs bathed in the flames of the hearth*
girl: *her fingers brushing up against the rim of the mug...edging it off the shelf...it quickly falling into her
waiting hands*
girl: *almost losing her grip on the mug, she pulls it to her breasts...pausing for just a moment...thankful she
didn't drop it. she parts her silks seductively...still humming*
girl: *hips swaying slightly to the tune escaping her throat and lips*
girl: *she places the rim of the mug to her tender white flesh and begins to roll it...hoping there are no
imperfections. satisfied there are no mars, she picks up a rep cloth and begins to polish the mug*
girl: *removing all dust and prints...setting the mug on the counter picks up a small kettle...carriers it into the
cooler and fills it with fresh bosk cream*
girl: *leaving the cooler...pushing the door closed with a firm push of the hip. places the kettle on the fire and
turns to the mug on the counter*
girl: *picks up a small container of chocolate and spoons a good amount into the mug...replacing the
container...picking up a container of white sugar and spoons some into the mug*
girl: *mixing it with the chocolate...turns and picks up the kettle with a rep cloth protecting her hand from its
heat...and pours the warmed cream into the mug...setting the kettle down*
girl: *stirs the chocolate mixture then puts the spoon down next to the kettle.picks up the mug of hot chocolate
with both hands...letting her hands get used to the heat penetrating the walls of the mug*
girl: *she sashays back into main room...quieting herself of her humming...and moves before Him...kneeling nadu*
girl: *she touches the hot mug to belly...then to her heart for three beats...and kisses the side of the
mug...lowering her head...and offering the mug to Master _________ with both hands*
girl: Master ___________...this one hopes that You are pleased with the serve and that this warms Your belly as
well as Your heart*
Blood of a slaves broken heart serve
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(Ka-la-na in goblet)
girl: *stands...takes three steps back...smoothes silks with tender hands...turns towards the servery...the two
bells on her braclet making a beautiful sound as she moves*
girl: *just before entering the servery...turns and winks at Master ______...her blue eyes shimmering in the fire's
light*
girl: *turning her attentioin to the task at hand...humming a gentle melody...a soft smile forming on her full
lips...looking to the cupboards for goblet fit for a Master*
girl: *searching the shelves...finding one that makes her smile brightly...reaching up to pull it from its perch on
the shelf...she takes her right hand and slowly parts her silks*
girl: *exposing the tender white flesh of her breast...placing the rim of the goblet to her breast...rolling the
rim...OUCHIE...looking down and seeing a drop of blood forming on her breast...*
girl: *the dark red blood forming a drop and slowly moving down her flesh...she grabs a cloth and begins tenderly
wiping the blood away...discarding the cloth*
girl: *she debates whether she should discard the drinking vessle that is marked with the blood of a slave's broken
heart...or continue knowing that the nic is now marked and will only touch her lips*
girl: *she makes the decision to continue...sets the goblet on the counter...and turns to the cooler...curling her
fingers around the handle...pulling forcfully until the door pulls open*
girl: *stepping inside...the chill in the air causing her nips to harden instantly...she reaches for a bottle of
ka-la-na and pulls it from the rack...and returns to the warmer air of the servery*
girl: *pulling the cork from the bottle using her teeth...arrives at the counter and waiting goblet...carefully
pouring from the bottle...until the goblet is filled...re-corks the bottle and...*
girl: *returns it to the cooler...leaving the cooler...pushing the door closed with a firm push from her
hip...making sure the door is closed...returning to the waiting goblet*
girl: *picking up the now filled goblet with two tender hands...she carefully turns to return to the main room
where Master _____ is waiting for His cold ka-la-na*
girl: *arriving at His seat...slowly melting to kneel before Him...she touches the goblet to belly...to the heart
for three beats...eyeing the rim, she kisses the blood marked mar on the rim*
girl: *the mar making a small slash on her full bottom lip...a bead of blood forming on her lip...she is tempted to
wipe it...but does not wish to stop the serve*
girl: *she lowers her head...offers the goblet up high to Master _______ with both hands*
girl: Master _____...this one hopes that You are pleased witht his ones serve...please forgive this one for the
blood on the goblet...tis the blood of a broken heart
Blackwyne (altered 1st slave serve) in Mug
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BlackWyne which is basically coffee or espresso
Served "first slave" is severed with a bowl of yellow sugar...a bowl of red sugar...bosk cream...a tiny silver
spoon for each...on a serving tray...sometimes, severd with an empty cup and a tiny pot of blackwyne to be poured
before the Free being served.
"Second slave" is served black.
Taverns keep a kettle of blackwyne simmering in the hearth.
girl: gracefully bows her head to Master and backs away on her knees, and then rises to her full height.
girl: The rosy firelight shining on the pink flesh that is exposed by her white silks, firelight that flickers down
her body and twinkles and glitters on the shiny bells placed around her ankles
girl: She backs away toward the servery, eyes demurely lowered and back straight and true. Once distant she turns
and hurries to the selection of mugs and considers which would honour her Master best.
girl: She makes her decision and takes down a mug. Smiling, she eases her silks apart and places the cold glass
lovingly just below her right nipple, shivering at the coldness of the mug. [ 6:01 PM PST]
girl: Holding the mug over the pot on the fire she slowly lifts the wooden dipper been careful not to scrape the
bottom begins to it to fill with tender love from her heart for her Master ensuring that she
girl: She replaces the dipper back in the pot and slowly places the mug on a tray prepared with a small bowl of
sugar and a tiny sliver spoon she lifts the tray up slowly
girl: Carrying the tray before her she leaves the servery and returns to the room. Even though her eyes are
lowered, she feels the gaze of the Master on her, sending a warm frisson through her body.
girl: Carrying the tray before her she leaves the servery and returns to the room. Even though her eyes are
lowered, she feels the gaze of the Master on her, sending a warm frisson through her body.
girl: The simple act of serving the Master has aroused her, this is evident as she approaches his chair
girl: and knees holding the tray high and with lowered gaze proffers the wine with her love, but asks him if he
requires her to taste the wine first. Fearful he will disregard her efforts
girl: Gracefully settling again at the Masters feet, kajira lowers her hazel eyes to the floor. Kneeling, with her
derriere gently resting on her raised heels.
girl: Back ramrod straight and her hair flowing over and around her breast. Hands palms downwards on her closed
thighs. her breathing full and deep. pleased she has served well.
Body Serve
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CAUTION: 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: *i look up at Him...my eyes sparkling blue...inhaling sharply as the fire within burns hotter...i rise from
before Him...taking three steps back...turn on the balls of my small feet*
girl: *moving towards the servery...hips moving seductively under silks that cling to my every move...the fires
light glistening over the light sheen of sweat on my pale flesh*
girl: *i enter the servery...looking to the well stocked cupboards for just the right goblet to hold Master
_______'s drink....the tip of a tiny pink tongue slightly protruding from the corner of my full lips*
girl: *my eyes widen at the sight of a fine hammered silver goblet...stretching to pull it from the
shelf...lowering the goblet...i slowly part my silks and press the rim to my nipple, twisting it carefully*
girl: *finding no mars on the rim...i set it down on the counter and turn to the cooler...small fingers wrapping
around the handle...i tug to pull the door open then step inside...the chill in the air*
girl: *my nips hardening instictively...biting my bottom lip...looking at the choices of bottles...i pull a bottle
of ka-la-na from the rack...studying the lable...and nod in satisfaction*
girl: *i turn and leave the cooler...closing the cooler door with a firm push of the hip...with the bottle nestled
between my breasts...i move to the counter and pick up the goblet*
girl: *and turn to leave the servery..approaching Master _______..i kneel nadu before Him...thighs pushed painfully
wide and place the goblet on the floor between my ivory thighs. peeking up at Him*
girl: *lifting the mouth of the bottle to my mouth, wrapping full pink lips around the cork...sucking on the cork
until it wiggles free with a load "pop"...holding the cork between my teeth*
girl: *reaching down...i place the goblet closer to my velvet lips...tracing my finger through the moisture already
forming there...lifting the bottle and resting it over my breast...i begin to pour*
girl: *the wine trickling down in a steady stream between my breasts, over my belly...the chill of the wine sending
chills throughout my body...the wine making its way over my velvet lips and into the goblet*
girl: *the slaves honey mixing with the sweet wine..the two liquids swirling together..noticing the goblet is
almost full..i stop pouring and place the cork back into the bottle with a push of my tongue*
girl: *i set the bottle to one side for Master _______'s later use...picking up the goblet in both hands...i press
it to my heat...then to my heart for three beats...then kiss the rim lovingly*
girl: *i lower my head...and offer the goblet up to Master _______ with both hands*
girl: Master ______ this slut brings You ka-la-na this night, sweetened with a slave's passion, in hopes that it
provides refreshment to Your body, and that her humble serve has been pleasing to Your eyes as well.
Very Long Blackwyne serve...served first
slave
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slave: Master XXXX...what is it that You would like this evening?
Master: blackwine would be nice
slave: Master XXXX...would You like that served first slave or second slave?
Master: first
slave: yes, Master XXXX...it is as You wish
slave: *rising from before Master XXXX...taking three small measured step back from Him in respect...she turns on
the balls of her feet...and begins to make her way to the servery*
slave: *the bells on her ankles making a beautiful sound as she moves...her feet barely leaving the floor as she
glides to the entrance...her bare hips swaying*
slave: *just before entering the servery she turns quickly...her honey-brown hair cascading over her shoulder...she
sees Him and smiles gently to him...giving a delicate wink*
slave: *she then turns once again to face the servery and enters..she moves briskly to the cupboards and begins the
search for the perfect cup for Him...looking to the shelves lined with the serving vessles*
slave: *her brilliant blue eyes scan the shelves, one at a time...she spots a very nice cup on a higher shelf...her
eyes sparkle with delight*
slave: *she reaches up to grasp the cup...but it is a little higher up than she had originally thought...she
stretches up on tip toe...she wiggles her finger and touches the edge of the cup*
slave: *she continues wiggling her fingers..the tips touching the rim...she gently pulls it to the edge of the
shelf...as it nears the edge, it suddenly falls*
slave: *she catches it in her hands and quickly pulls it to the safety of her cleavage...lowering back down onto
her feet...her heart pounding...thinking of what would have happened to her had she dropped it*
slave: *she slowly pulls it from her cleavage and looks at it...pleased that it is not damaged from the near
fall...she places the rim to her bare breast and gives the cup a spin with the twist of her wrist*
slave: *a smiles forms on her full pink lips as she hears the sound of the steel nip ring clinking on the rim*
slave: *pleased that there are no mar on which Master could be hurt...she pulls the cup from her breast...picking
up a rep cloth, she begins to polish the cup...making sure to remove all dust and prints*
slave: *settnig the rep cloth back down...she takes a moment to admire the beauty of the cup...watching the lights
sparkle on its surface...she then sets the cup down on the counter*
slave: *she pulls out a fine silver serving tray and once again picks up the rep cloth...she polishes the tray to a
shine...smiling gently at her reflection...she then sets the tray down on the counter*
slave: *she pulls out three small silver spoons and polishes them...then sets them down on the serving tray*
slave: *lowering herself down a little, she looks under the shelf and finds the two sugar bowls...she pulls them
out and wipes them clean*
slave: *holding both of them in her small hands...she turns and sets then down on the counter...then pulls out the
two larger canisters of sugar...*
slave: *opening one of the canisters...the scoops out a fair amount of red sugar and pours it into the small
serving container....she reseals the lid on the canister and pushing it back into its place*
slave: *she then opens the other canister...and reaches in and pulls out the scoop filled with yellow sugar...she
pours that into the empty serving container*
slave: *she reseals the canister and scooches it across the counter top, back into its resting place*
slave: *she picks up the two sugar bowls and sets them down on the serving tray...picking up one of the silver
spoons for each and placing them into the sugars*
slave: *she looks for a small silver creamer container...finding one one the shelf in the cupboard...she pulls ir
from the shelf and turns quickly to her right*
slave: *a spring in her step as she finds that she is humming a sweet tune...the sound barely audiable...but she
notices how happy she is to be allowed to serve One such as Him*
slave: *as she approaches the cooler door...she reaches out and wraps her fingers around the long slender
handle...she gives it a forceful tug, remembering how hard it is to open*
slave: *the door flies open and she goes sailing back..her hand slipping from the handle...she lands hard on her
rask...falling back and bumping her head on the floor*
slave: *the silver creamer container goes flying out of her hand...stunned for a moment...she looks around and
hopes that no one noticed the events that just took place*
slave: *she picks herself up...dusting off her rask...she goes in seach of the creamer while she gingerly rubs the
back of her head*
slave: *she finds the creamer...bending at the hip she picks it up...she rises to her full height and moves over to
the sink and places the creamer in with the other dishes...she pauses for a moment and washes her hands*
slave: *she moves back over to the cupboards and pulls out another silver creamer...wiping it clean with a rep
cloth..*
slave: *she moves back to the cooler door...sighing gently seeing the door still open...she steps forward and feels
the icy blast of air...her nips perking instictively*
slave: *she steps carefully into the cooler...feeling the cold floor beneath her feet...seeing her breath in a hazy
fog before her...she reaches to shelf where the pitcher of fresh bosk cream is*
slave: *and fills the small creamer in her hand...she places the pitcher back on the shelf and turn to leave the
cooler...she happens to notice fresh berries in a basket*
slave: *she picks up a selection of the best ones and carries them in her hand as she leaves the cooler*
slave: *as she walks back into the warmer air of the servery...she reaches up with her foot and closes the cooler
door*
slave: *moving back to where the serving tray rests...she sets the creamer down...then looks for a small bowl for
the fresh berries...pulling the bowl from the shelf, she sets it down on the counter...
slave: *picks up the rep cloth in her free hand and wipes the inside of the bowl clean*
slave: *the tip of her pink tongue protruding from the corner of her mouth, she carefully dumps the berries into
the bowl...then wipes the outside of the bowl...ensuring there is no dust and no prints*
slave: *she places the bowl of berries on the tray...she sets the rep cloth down on the counter and looks at the
tray...making sure everything is there...
slave: *she notices that she forgot the set the cup on the tray, she picks it up and daintily sets it down on the
serving tray*
slave: *pleased that everything is there...she picks up the tray with both hands and turns to the hearth...placing
the tray and all its contents down...she takes a small step to her right and picks up the ladle*
slave: *dipping the ladle into the rich brew...she gives it a few good stirs...making sure not to touch the sides
or the bottom*
slave: *pulling a ladlefull from the steaming blackwyne...she pours it carefully into the waiting, perfect
cup...trying not to spill any*
slave: *she sets the ladle back down...takes a deep breath...and picks up the tray in both hands...she turns to
return to the Main Hall*
slave: *with her head held high and proud...her eyes downcast...she sashays back to Master XXXX...her bare hips
swaying...feet barely leaving the floor...she stops at the edge of His furs and whispers*
slave: Master XXXX...this one begs permission to please be allowed to appraoch
Master: approach slave
slave: *she smiles hearing His voice...and takers careful step towards Him...she sets the tray down on the low
table near His chair...lowers to kneel-up...and whispers*
slave: Master XXXX...please forgive this one for she does not know how Master likes his blackwyne...would You
please tell this one how much of each You prefer?
Master: one of each slave
slave: Yes Master XXXX...thank You
slave: *she picks up the silver spoon for the red sugar and scoops in one spoonfull...them gently stirs the
drink...watching the steam rise from the cup in delicate swirls*
slave: *she sets that spoon down and picks up the on for the yellow sugar...lifting a spoonfull from the
container...she pours the sweetness into the cup...stiring to enuse that the sugar is well desolved*
slave: *after setting that spoon down on the try...she pours in a small amount of fresh bosk cream...watching the
rich white fluid move slowly into the cup...she tilts the creamer back up to stop the flow*
slave: *picking up the silver spoon...she dips it into the drink...craning her head up slightly...watching the
cream and blackwyne swirl about one another like lovers in the throws of passion...until the two are one*
slave: *she sets the silver spoon down on the tray and picks up the cup with both hands*
slave: *she rises carefully to her full height...and takes a step to her right so that she is directly before
Him...she lowers to kneel at His feet*
slave: *her head held high...eyes downcast...shoulders rounded back thrusting her breast forward...her rask resting
on her heels...and her knees parted painfully wide*
slave: *she touches the cup to her belly...then raises it to press against her heart for three beats...feeling the
warmth radiate into her slaves body...she presses the rim to her lips and gently places a kiss*
slave: *as she lowers her body towards the floor...she raises the cup up to Him with both her hands...her head
falling down between her arms*
slave: Master XXXX...this one hopes that she has been as pleasing to Your eyes as this drink will be to You pallate
slave: *holding her breath, hoping that He is pleased...praying that He does not beat her for doing poorly*
slave: *feeling His hands gently brush against hers as the cup is slowly lifted from her hands...she rises back to
nadu at His feet*
slave: Master XXXX...this one thanks You from the bottom of her slave heart for allowing her the privilage of
serving You this evening
slave: *reaching over and grasping the bowl of fresh berries in both hands...she raises the bowl to Him...in hopes
that He will enjoy the delicate sweetness, she offers to hold the bowl if He wishes*
Planned Update
i would like to create a gallery of images of the members of O/our home on Alt. If Y/you would like Y/your image and a few lines about Y/yourself to appear on this site (maybe Y/you are looking for Y/your O/one or Y/you have already found Y/your O/one and would like to show 'em off to the O/other) just slip me an e-mail and i will add it. Risque or nilla, it's all the same to me.