| Sweetening the Rim Or The Attack of the Killer Pubic Hairs |
| Here goes... No laughing, okay? ~grins~ This girl was serving in a tavern one day, just basically fetching drink after drink for the men and enjoying herself quite a bit, though she was nervewracked. It was busy in there, and she was terrified of making a mistake. Still, she was honoured to be permitted to make herself useful so much of the time, and was in awe of the men and grateful to be among them. Just for the sake of privacy, this girl will call herself harry. Trust her, the name fits. Anyway, when the last of the guests were served, and harry had settled to the serving furs, enjoying herself and her lack of mistakes immensely, another Master arrived. Just to preserve his privacy, harry will call him Master "A". Well, Master "A" seemed to wish service, but harry was terrified of him. He was known to be strict, and to sport with slaves from time to time, and harry is a shy sort and not good at dealing with being teased publicly. Unfortunately, much to her chagrin, Master "The Tavern Owner" was impressed enough with harry's quick service and sincerity in her desire to please, that he assigned her the task of offering service to Master "A". harry swallowed the butterflies in her tummy, ignored the wave if dizzying anxiety, and with high hopes of being told no, asked softly, "Master "A", may a girl approach to offer service?" There was no answer for a moment, and she was overjoyed! He must be afk! She is spared! Nope. "Approach, slut," says Master "A". So harry approached as carefully as possible, weighing every word, being ever so careful to make sure it was slightly slutty, as he preferred and she was unaccustomed to, and absolutely correct in form and presentation. Whew, he was fine with it. With her heart being in her throat, harry asked if she might be of some use to him that day, and nearly smacked herself on the forehead, groaning in misery. How much she sounded like a desperate slut begging for a trip to the furs, but yet that was something she was sure she would have a terrible time surviving should he choose to do so! Whew, he just wanted paga, hot. A girl was elated, this was something she could do, and do well! She did take her time with the serve though, carefully checking everything over and pouring her deepest effort into presenting him with a serve she hoped he would find more pleasing than her usual style. She shook her booty but good, and tried her best to be immensely pleasing for Master "A"'s eyes, praying the whole time she would not screw up. Well, she made it back to him with the paga, her hands shaking by this time, a faint sheen of sweat cold on her forehead, and her tummy flip flopping to beat granny's sandals at a sidewalk sale. She carefully offered it up, the whole time re-running the whole serve in her head, anxiously trying to ascertain if she had done anything wrong. harry couldn't think of a thing, it was perfect, he should be pleased! harry was very pleased with herself, at any rate, and is afraid it may have showed. He told her to sweeten the paga. For those of you unfamiliar with this command, it usually means to run the rim of the vessel over your nether parts, coating it well in your "dew". harry nearly slid through a knot hole in the floor, she was mortified. She asked softly, "You mean kiss the rim, Master A?" in high hopes that he meant the less common intent of his command to her. Nope. "Right in the tavern, Master?" In a busy tavern, she was way too embarassed, and found the whole idea distasteful at best even without an audience. Besides, there were FW in the tavern, whew, he would surely at least lessen her discomfort by allowing her to sweeten it in a whisper, right? Nope. Right there in the tavern, harry had to sweeten the paga, the whole time wondering if she was inadvertently burning her "petals" with hot liquor. She did so carefully, trying to hide her distaste and make it a pleasing spectacle for him, but she is afraid some of her distaste, and her unfounded resentment may have showed. She offered it up, thinking for sure he would take it, and be pleased. If she was lucky, he might even send her back to the slave furs where she could try to regain some of her composure! Nope. He lifted the bowl to his lips... He took a swallow... And he started choking, and sputtering! harry was confused as can be. He had asked for hot paga, no? That was what she brought. He had insisted on having it sweetened, no? That was what she had done. She had done everything right, and well! What was going on? When he regained his breath, he spit out a pubic hair, and immediately, harry was mortified. How could he embarass her so? What had she ever done to him? (harry wishes someone had taught her the true attitudes of a slave before she ever served him, and maybe then none of it would have happened.) He looked at her, in front of the whole room, and told her to go shave her "cunt." She never wished so hard that she could just disappear, but she didn't, so she simply said, "Yes, Master A." and went to do his bidding, chastised. As if that wasn't enough of a punishment for her attitude, when she finally worked up the courage to go back in chat, she was asked by several different Masters if she had done as she was told, and was forced to answer them, and honestly! Yes, she had, and she sure learned something that day. The End Back to Inside Stories Back Home |