"Yesterday evening I had been forced to aid Eta in serving the men, carrying meat to them in my teeth; later I had moved among them, as they had summoned me, pouring them wine and paga. I must take the goblet, fill it, kiss it delicately and proffer it to the male." Slave Girl of Gor, pg. 53, by John Norman.

rheena{BTC} uncurls her legs from beneath her, rising in one fluid graceful movement, she pads across the hall hips swaying gently, melting to well parted knees at his feet, she begs softly, "might a girl be of service Master?"

rheena{BTC} replies happily to his command of ale, chilled, "yes, Master!"

rheena{BTC} unfurls her lush form from the edge of his furs, spinning, she crosses the hall the sweet song of slaves ringing out from the singing bells about her slim ankle echoing the joy pounding in her slave heart, wide blue-gray eyes dancing across the shelves, her eyes sparkle as she stretches to the tips of her toes, her body flexing lightly as nimble finger tease a tankard from the highest shelf a low whimper catches in her throat as her supple flesh feels the rough caress of the shelves.

rheena{BTC} turns slightly offering him a view of the lush outline of her body as she slides the rim across the gentle curve of her belly, upwards to the full sweet swell of her breatss, trembling lightly, she takes a soft rep cloth polishing the flawless vessel to a brillant sheen until the flickering flames of the tharlarion torches dance across it's surface, she shudders with anticipation as she turns to the cold room.

rheena{BTC} draws open the cold room door a soft gasp spilling from slightly parted lips as the chilled air races out to meet hot slave flesh, she darts in on swift steps, chilling his tankard, she fills the vessel to the brim the froth just beneath the surface fo the tankard, she shivers lightly turning to flee the cold room, icy fingers tauting her body into frosty submission, her nipples stiffened into rosy peaks upon mounds of golden slave flesh.

rheena{BTC} closes the cold room door with the subtle curve of one hip, sauntering across the hall she tosses her head with insolent grace her hair cascading down her slender back in a molten river of chocolate, her hips swaying with the brazen invitation of a red silk slut, each swing a silent promise of pleasure <

rheena{BTC} folds to her knees at his feet, sunkissed thighs parting sinfully wide, her back arching wantonly into the chill kiss of the tankard as she draws it from here taut belly to the firm full ripeness of her breasts, resting it close to her heart, she begs softly, "Does Master wish a girl to test his ale this eve?"

rheena{BTC} voice breathless and soft lifts up to him as he tells her to test, "Yes, Master!"

rheena{BTC} tilts her head back slightly silken tresses a shimmering curtain against her back as she lifts the rim of the tankard a breath away from the full softness of her slightly parted lips, barely tipping the vessel, she allows a few drops to spill past ruby lips, long dark lashes fluttering down as she counts three strong beats of her slave heart, a silent prayer for his heath and well being echos through her mind

rheena{BTC} bows her head respectfully tiny pink tongue snaking out to trace her suddenly parched lips, slender arms extending high as delicate hands push the tankard upwards in gentle offering, pausing only long enough for the warmth of her lips caressing the side fo the vessel with a heated kiss.

rheena{BTC} begs in a husky whisper, "Master, a girl brings you ale, chilled as commanded, she prays it refreshes you and that the service of the girl at your feet brought you some pleasure this eve."

rheena{BTC} breath catches in her throat as she feels the caress of strong fingers lifting the tankard from her small hands, she squirms on her heels as she lowers delicate hands to silken thighs, tender palms uplifted in vunerable supplication