| Bazi Tea Serve This slave was trained that the Bazi Tea Serve is one of the most difficult a slave can do. She was taught that the serve is to be more beautiful and more graceful than anything a slave has done before and the steps carefully adhered to. However, there is also information that would state that the serve is a simple one and not done so much as a ceremony as it is just a regular serve. A girl will detail below the serve as she was taught how to do it, but bear in mind, things are different all over and the preference of each Free is to be taken into consideration. rising from her Masters furs, she looks to him with such love and longing that the casual observer cannot help but not her devotion to this Man, her undying loyalty and her deepest passions, as all shine forth in her eyes.. she backs three paces of respect from him and turns upon her ankles, crimson silks whirling around her in a gauzy curtain of movement that highlights her every curve.. moving with the grace of a well trained kajira, and the poise of a woman who loves what she is and who she serves, she enters the servery, her thoughts only of him as she glides to the shelf that holds the special service for the Bazi Tea he has requested.. a dainty hand takes the small pot from the shelf and tray that hold it.. she smiles as she looks to the bueaty of the piece..and carefully polishes the pot.. taking it to the cooking fires to place only enough water within to warm the bottom, gently she swirls the water that the pot be rinsed clean and the chill removed from it.. she dumps the water and fills the pot again with steaming fresh spring water... returning to the tray, she places the pot to it and looks to the three tiny cups that rest upon it.. they are so small and dainty.. she cannot believe Masters large, strong hand will hold them and not break.. lifting one after another, she polishes them carefully and tests the rim upon her slender wrist, offering up her flesh that his lips remain unmarred.. carefully she replaces each cup to the tray..finding them to be perfect.. from a small shelf she removes a tiny wooden box.. lifting the lid she breathes deeply of the aromatic leaves of tea that nestle within.. with a smile she places three tiny leaves to each of the dainty cups..watching as they waft to the bottoms of the cups and then replaces the treasured box to the shelf.. placing to her tray a matching bowl of yellow sugar, one of white and adding two shining silver spoons.. arranging all to be as pleasing to the eye as she can, she lifts the tray with the matched set.. cups, pot, spoons and sugars.. and turns to leave the servery.. approaching her Master with deepest love shining from her soft gaze.. her lip trembles as her heart races.. silky curls tumble down her back in a riot of dark red.. she cannot still believe he takes her as his.. he craves and wants her as badly as she does him..it still amazes her.. sinking to her knees at his feet, she cradles the tray to her thighs, lifting the pot and with delicate hand to the lid, pours the water over the tea leaves that nestle in the cups.. the aroma quickly enveloping both her and her Master as she lets the leaves steep, taking a moment to reflect upon how he fills her daily with passion in her slavery.. after the tea has steeped sufficiently she raises her gaze for a tiny moment to her Master, trying to show in her silent look her love of him.. her deepest desire being to please him in all ways.. to bring him only joy and peace..lifting the first spoon, she carefully sifts in two measures of yellow sugar, stirring to perfection and lowering her head to murmur softly as she offers it... "Master, a girl offers you this first cup of Bazi Tea, to aid in reflecting back upon the joys of youth, the promise of a life wide open to the world and its joys.. to the recollection of youths ambitions and dreams." watches as he takes the cup from her tiny hand and downs the fragrant brew in one swallow, handing the cup back to her, she lays it once more to the tray and turns to the second cup.. lifting the second spoon and sifting in two measures of the white sugar, stirring carefully and laying the spoon aside, offering the cup to her beloved Master as she speaks to him.. "Master, your property offers you this second cup of Bazi Tea, to remind you of the present and all you have achieved, of all your wants and desires fulfilled and of all your dreams yet to be realised." watches from beneath sooty lashes as Master takes the tiny cup and tosses his head back to swallow the tea in one gulp, handing her once more the empty cup and smiling to his devoted slave.. she takes the cup, sets it to the tray and looks to the third..adding to it a measure of yellow sugar and one of white.. stirring carefully and offering the last taste of this delicisous tea to her Master, speaking to him of the future... 'Master, your girl offers this third and final cup of Bazi Tea, to tell you of the future and what it holds.. of battles long won, of conquests taken.. of the rest of old age Master and the comfort of knowing you have lived your life well and that you reap the benefits. Of a slave who loves and adores you, Master." once more watches her Master take the lovely cup, drink its contents in one long swallow and hand back the cup with a caress to her warm cheek.. placing the cup to the tray carefully and setting it aside, she lowers gently and caresses the warm leather of his boots with soft lips, murmuring gently of her love of him .. forever and always. |