| BLACKWINE SERVE As with all serves, first the slave begs to approach the Master/Mistress to be of service. Once the slave is granted that permission and has assumed the position of nadu or tower at the Free Persons feet (actually, three paces from their feet) the slave then asks how they may be of service. If the Free Person asks for blackwine, the slave is to ask them if they prefer first or second slave or serve. The serving of first slave is with cream and sugar which the slave brings upon a tray with the blackwine and adds it at the FP's feet. Second slave is simply black. An easy way to remember the differences is a simple little poem taught to this girl by a sister, it goes like this: Two slaves ran a race, the first one won and got it all, the second one lost and got nothing. An example of both first and second slave blackwine serves will be posted here. First slave blackwine serve: rising to stand tall before the Master, she backs three paces of respect before turning upon a slender ankle and padding with sensual grace to the servery.. hips sway gently side to side with the rhythm of the slave that burns so hot within her.. pausing briefly in the doorway of the servery, she peeks to the Master and flashes a stunning smile, her heart shining to be given the honor of serving him..and quickly ducks into the servery to fetch his mug.. arching to tip toes and reaching for a special mug worthy of him , fit to his strong hand.. pulling one to her , she admires the fine workmanship of the vessel and lifts it to her slender throat, just above her gleaming silver collar and turns it round and round, testing the edge for his safety.. knowing not even the smallest nick will bring harm to him due to her carelessness.. finding the mug to be perfection she polishes it and sets it to a lovely tray she has gathered from the lower shelves and polished to perfection as well..turning on her heels, she moves to the cooling room and pulls the heavy door to her and steps inside.. shivering with delight as the cold air washes over her slight body, she fetches a small pitcher of cream and leaves the cooling room, closing the door with a saucy swing of her hips.. padding back to the counter, she places the cream to the tray with the handsome mug and adds to it a small bowl of yellow sugar and one of white sugar, placing beside them two tiny dainty spoons..lifting the tray to her hand after arranging all to be pleasing to the eye, she moves to the cooking fires and removes the lid from the bubbling pot of blackwine.. ladling the mug full of the aromatic brew.. a smile curving her luscious lips as the steam wreathes her pretty face.. replacing the lid to the pot, she once more turns upon her heels and pads gracefully to the Master, her heart soaring upon tarns wings as she spies his handsome form resting so easily upon the furs.. her ivory flesh shows her excitement as she nears him with a soft and gentle flush of pleasure.. melting to her knees before him she places the tray to parted thighs and slowly lifts her head, inquiring of him.. "Master, may a girl ask please, how much cream and sugar you prefer in your blackwine?" (for these purposes we will presume he said the usual way it is served, but never persume) with a gentle nod of her head she lifts first one spoon and places six tiny scoops of yellow sugar to the thick liquid, stirring carefully..replacing the spoon to the tray she then lifts the second and adds six spoons of the white sugar, drizzling cream in as she stirs to perfection.. with a soft smile she replaces the spoon to the tray and lifts the mug to dainty hands, moving the tray to a nearby table as she lowers her head and whispers to him.. "Master, may a girl ask please, if you wish her to taste for your safety and pleasure this night?" (Again, we will presume he said yes, if he says no, then move on to the step of offering the blackwine to him) "Yes Master" slowly lifts the mug to her sweet lips and takes a dainty sip, swallowing and waiting the three beats of her slave heart that will ensure his safety before she lowers her head between outstretched arms and offers the blackwine with a whisper to him... "Master, a girl brings you steaming hot blackwine, as strong as the Master before her... prepared to your desires she begs that you find her and the drink to be pleasing to you this day." (He will then take the blackwine and either thank you and send you on your way, or tell you what did not please him of the serve. Follow his directions and regardless of good or bad response, thank him for the honor of serving him.) Second Slave Blackwyne |