"She carried a tray, on which were various spoons and sugars. She knelt, placing her tray upon the table. With a tiny spoon, its tip no more than a tenth of a hort in diameter, she placed four measures of white sugar, and six of yellow, in the cup; with two stirring spoons, one for the white sugar, another for the yellow, she stirred the beverage after each measure. She then held the cup to the side of her cheek, testing its temperature; Ibn Saran glanced at her; she, looking at him, timidly kissed the side of the cup and placed it before him. Then, head down, she withdrew." Tribesmen of Gor, pg. 89, by John Norman.

The Bazi tea serve is a very cerimonal and symbolic serve... As with all serves, one should show grace, beauty and devotion with each step of the serve.

rheena uncurls her long golden limbs from beneath her, she rises gracefully delicate hands sliding down her curvaceous form with tantalizing slowness as she slips back three paces before turning with a little twirl to slip into the servery, her silks fluttering up, revealing all, yet nothing

rheena{BTC} crosses the castle, each step as light as a feather floating upon the breeze, the song of slaves issues forth from the strand of fragile silver bells about her small ankle, the joyful melody an echo of what beats within her slave's heart, a radiant smile crosses her beautiful face as she hums softly, her tone sweet and clear

rheena{BTC} leans her bright blue-gray eyes sparkle as she finds a tray for which she searches, grasping it lightly into her small hands she admires it's beauty, polishes it lovingly, then sets it back upon the counter, finding a small kettle, she sets it upon the tray then turns to the shelves looking for three tiny, fragile cups

rheena{BTC}'s eyes widen as she spots the beautiful cups upon the highest shelves, praying silently that they are as perfect as they are beautiful, she stretches her lithe body her arms lifting high above her head, her silks to rise high upon her hips exposing the silken flesh of her golden thighs, she grasps the cups within her small hands, bringing them down close to her body, taking each cup in turn she runs the rim across the tender flesh of her soft cheek checking for the slightest imperfection

rheena{BTC} the cups as perfect as they are beautiful, she carefully polishes each one, setting them upon the tray, she reaches for the tin of bazi tea, then the two small bowls of yellow and red sugars opening the cupboard, she takes three tiny spoons placing it upon the tray, lifting the tray, she turns slowly, her long dark honey blonde tresses swinging gently behind her catching the light of the torch flames, a molten river of gold against the red backdrop of her silks

rheena{BTC} glides across the great room of the castle, the gentle sway of her softly rounded hips causing her silks to whisper against her hot slave flesh, reaching the great hearth, she sets the tray before her, she lifts the small kettle carefully pouring hot water into it, she swirls the pot slowly then dumps it out refilling the pot with hot water she nestles the kettle of steaming water upon the tray

rheena{BTC} turns away from the heat of the fire, the dancing flames outline her lush form in an erotic dance of light and shadows, weaving in and out of the scattered furs, she peeks up for briefly her wide blue-gray gaze seeking the One she serves, a smile tugs at the corners of her full ruby lips as her eyes drop respectfully

rheena{BTC} melts to her knees before him, she sets the tray before her, taking the tin, inlaid with the crest of Black Tarn Castle the intricate carving of a sable tarn, of bazi tea into her small hand she carefully places three pinches into each of the tiny cups, replacing the jar to the tray, she lifts the kettle tipping it gently, she fills each cup slowly

rheena each cup in turn, she curls her long slender fingers lovingly around the cup moving it in gentle circles swirling it gently, taking the spoon she adds one spoon of red sugar to the first cup, one spoon of yellow to the second and a one spoon of red and yellow sugars to the last cup, using a tiny spoon for each of the cups lightly, she stirs the contents

rheena{BTC} leans back squriming down upon her heels, her head rising high, proud, her smiling eyes lowered in submission, she lifts the first tiny cup to the softness of her cheek feeling the heat of the fragile vessel, she lowers it to her taut belly, then she rests it against the swell of her full breasts close to her heart, she lowers her head slightly she places a sweet kiss upon the side of the cup then she raises the cup in gentle offering, her voice soft and clear, "Master, a girl offers you the first cup of bazi tea symbolizing the bitter beginnings of life

rheena{BTC} slender fingers fall to the second cup as he takes the first, she draws the tiny vessel the silkiness of her cheek, lowering it to the gentle curve of her belly, she slides it to her heart, a silken curtain of molten gold spilling across smooth shoulders as she lowers her head, willowy arms pushing the tiny cup upwards in offering, "Master, rheena brings you the second cup of bazi tea representing the contentment of middle life, she prays your years are filled with contentment

rheena{BTC} delicate hands float down to the final cup, following the path of the other cups, she tests the temperature of the tea as she touchs the warm vessel to her cheek, pausing briefly at her belly, then to the sweet lush swell of her breast close to her heart, her head drops, slender arms lifting, tiny fingers caressing the vessel as she offers it to him, Master, a girl offers you the final cup of bazi tea, it depicts the enlightenment of latter years, she prays the wisdom of those years be yours

rheena{BTC} settles upon small heels as she feels the last tiny cup leave her hands, she drops them to silken splayed thighs, tender palms uplifted in supplication, the steel about her graceful throat glinting as she lifts her head proudly, her sparkling blue-gray gaze, lowered to the furs at his feet