  
The following serves have been created for this page. They are not to
be copied, they are to show you what can be done with a serve.
some of these serves are done by slaves that have been training for 2
years and then for only a few months.
~rolling back on her heels, she arises to her full height, smoothing out pretty
silks over her taut thighs, she steps from the warm serving furs on which she knelt upon
and makes her way to the servery, her feet padding softly against the cold stone floor of
the tavern, making her seem to glide across the floor, her long golden tresses swaying
against her back to the rhythm of her steps, the sweet music of her slave bells sounding
out~
~she rounds the bar of the servery, adding an extra sway to her lush hips as she
runs her small palms across the counter and quickly makes her way to the back, she stands
in front of the shelves and searches for the goblets, grinning and reaching up on her
tiptoes to the top shelf, her silks sliding high on her thighs as she scans the goblets
for the perfect one to serve the Master, her fingertips stopping over one she finds
suitable, she pulls it down and examines it with keen eyes as she polishes it to a
lustrous shine with the hem of her silks, purposely displaying to the Master her firm
bottom, she smiles brightly as she looks at her reflection in the shining goblet, raising
it to her soft lips to run her pink tongue around its rim, making sure that it contains no
imperfections and is absolutely perfect for the Master to drink from, seeing that it is
she smiles and turns from the shelves, striding quickly across the servery~
~as she moves across the servery to the shelves of botas..she passes in front of
the bright flames of the fire, smiling as their warmth dances across her pale skin, she
grins and quickly goes to the botas of kalana, finding the botas of red kalana, she begins
to search for one of perfect vintage for the Master, her eyes scanning quickly across them
until she finds one she deems to be worthy, she picks it up lightly by the strap and
tosses it over her shoulder, she draws the bright shining goblet close to her belly and
pivots gracefully on her back foot, turning from the shelves of botas..her silks swirling
up at her trim waist, a quick glimpse of her sweet slave treasures being seen as she
spins, her long golden tresses seductively wrapping about her sleek form..she makes her
way out of the servery~
~she goes to the Master on small light steps, her hips swaying seductively beneath
curve hugging silks that rise and fall over her body with every step, she sweeps a stray
curl from her shoulder, trembling slightly as it tumbles down her back to rest with the
rest of her long tresses, upon reaching Him she slips down to her knees tucking long legs
beneath her and resting her firm ass on crossed heels, her thighs are widely spread and
the hem of her silks are pulled back to reveal her glistening heat for His pleasure, her
back is slightly arch causing her full plump breasts to push firmly against the tight
restraint of her silks, her head is held proudly high, stormy eyes downcast in respect,
she takes the bota and places it gently between her arm and side, bending down she uncorks
it with pearly white teeth, she then tips the neck slightly allowing the sweet red liquid
to fill the goblet to the rim, she smiles brightly and recorks the bota, setting it aside
the Master's chair for later refills~
~she draws the goblet up to her slave belly for an ihn, where her desires to serve
and to please burn deep within her, lighting her soul aflame with passions and desires,
bringing a bright rosy blush to her soft cheeks, she then brings it to her heart for a
beat of four, knowing that each of those beats are given to her by her love and devotion
of being slave..she closes her eyes and whispers a small prayer for the Masters health as
she brings the goblet to her petal~like lips, leaving a lingering kiss upon its rim,
making sure that it contains no poisons that may harm Him, waiting and ehn and finding no
ill effect to come about her she smiles and raises the goblet high above her head with
outstretched arms, offering the sweet drink up to Him~
Master, shanti hopes that this red kalana and this slave are both pleasing to You.
~Hearing the Master, vinca rises gracefully, where she was kneeling perfect nadu,
trailing her long nails up along her sensuous curves to her cascading coppery
curls where she absently pushes them away from the beauty of her face.~ Yes Master
~she answers~ ..roasted bosk with two slices of sa tarna bread right away. ~Slave bells
jingling as vinca moves on feathery feet tot he servery, her white silks dancing about her
lusty swaying hips. Her heart afire with the desire to serve
and be pleasing. She turns her dark luminous eyes to the Master, a smile playing
about her her full ruby lips.~
~stoppin just before the servery, her left hip pushed out slightly, exenterating
her rounded hips. her hands busy themselves tracing each finely etched tray, selecting
what she thinks is perfect, her dark eyes find where the plates are kept, standing on her
toes her white silks rising high on her rounded hips, the pinkness of her cleanly shaved
sex winking to the Master. she picks out the most suitable for the Master.
Picking up a repclothe with her small delicate hands, she polishes the ware to a gleaming
shine, only pleased when she can see the rubyness of her lips. Placing the plate
upon the shining tray vinca turn to the Master, her luminous eyes soft. ~
May this one have permission to use a knife?
The Master granting her permission ~vinca takes up the knife and places it on
the tray beside the plate. Humming softly as she moves swaying her hips rhythmically
to the hearth where the bosk is roasting on a spit...dropping gracefully to her
knees...kneeling perfect tower nadu she places the tray in front of her picking up the
knife her other hand reaching for the sa tarna bread...carefully vinca slices the round
bread placing two pieces upon the tray...her small delicate hands then ready to cut
away a few strips of the roasting bosk...she places the sizzling meat upon the plate with
care.....putting down the knife she rises with one graceful sweep, pivoting lightly on her
heel a girl puts the knife back to where she picked it up.~
~Turning her darkened gaze back to the Master, she moves gracefully towards him,
her lovely flaming curls framing her small curvy form....before the Master she like an
angel drops to her knees...pressing her thighs tightly together, hiding the heat of her
slave treasure...a soft smile playing about her lips as she straightens her back, resting
her firm rounded ass on her crossed heels...~
~bringing the tray to her belly where her slave desires kindle and burn, then to
her full breasts where she waits the count of five heart beats... then to her lovely moist
ruby lips, she places a tender kiss upon the meat to show the Master it is not tainted
rising the tray above her coppery crown, lowering her head....~
vinca brings you Master roast bosk and sa tarna bread, her only hope is that the food
enrich the Master and that her serve was pleasing....
~ unfolding her long slender legs as she rises from the slave furs in
one fluid motion, her shoulders pressed back lifting the rounded swell of her full breasts
, chestnut curls falling down the slight natural curve of her spine to tickle the backs of
her softly muscled thighs as the thin gauzy white silks brush teasing caresses over them
with every silent step of her delicately veined bare feet, the sensuous sway of her hips
beneath the brief silk garment reminiscent of the she~larl's prowl as she pads across the
tavern, a shinning steel band snug against the hollow of her throat, it's inscription
proclaiming the girl property of the Vosk League, sparkling blue eyes ever lowered in
respect and submission , the rushing joy of her slave heart curling her burgundy tiers up
into a delighted smile as she makes her way to the servery~
~ entering the servery, her attention focused upon the shelves as she
searches for a vessel from which to serve the Master's blackwine, a fine mug nestled far
back upon the highest shelf catches her eye , hooking her right knee up onto the edge of
the counter, the kan~lara seared into the pale tender flesh of her inner left thigh
visible as she pulls herself up, white silks creeping up the back of her thighs with her
movements, flashing a glimpse of her tight, rounded bottom beneath the thin fabric,
crouching on the counter, delicate fingers take down the vessel and clasp the mug to the
deep valley between her ample breasts, turning she leaps with an effortless feline grace,
silks fluttering about her creamy thighs as she lands softly on the servery floor,
carefully inspecting the mug for even the tiniest of flaws, she slowly runs her warm pink
tongue over its rim, smiling as she finds it perfect and leaning back against the counter,
taking up the hem of her white silks to polish the mug till it shines~
~ moving to the steaming kettle of blackwine hanging above the fire,
she wraps her fingers around the handle of a ladle and holding the mug close to her fills
it to the brim, setting the ladle back down, she clutches the mug of scalding liquid to
her breast feeling it steam the sensitive skin there as she leaves the servery and begins
to make her way back across the tavern, her wildly pounding slave heart making her pulse
throb against the ko~lar circling her graceful neck, her shoulder blades pulled together,
dusky nipples shrunk into firm buds lifted out against the thin fabric that strains to
confine the generous globes of her breasts, the cascading mane of her dark curls falling
down her straight back, her head high and proud, eyes as deep and blue as the Thassa Sea
ever lowered in respect to All present as she approaches the Master~
~ slowly, so as not to spill a single drop of the blackwine, she slips
to her knees before Him, the satiny expanse of her ivory thighs pressed together as she
leans back upon the heels of her bare feet, her shoulders back thrusting out her
voluptuous breasts, their hard nipples aching from the passion stirred deep within the
core of her being, clearly visible through the pristine white silks pulled taunt over
them, the mug, warmed from the scorching liquid it contains seemingly cool in comparison
to the fires that rage in her slave belly as she presses the brimming vessel to her flat
abdomen, lifting the mug to her breast offering up a humble slave's prayer for this
Master's well being and happiness before placing a slaves sweet kiss on the rim and
clasping the mug back to her salve heart for the passage of five thunderous beats to be
certain of the liquid's purity~
~ raising the steaming mug clasped between her tiny hands, bowing her
head between her outstretched arms, her lilting voice floating up to the Master's ears,
sweet and melodic as birdsong at dawn..... ~
'may this mug of blackwine warm Your Body, may this girl's service please
Your eye and bring joy to Your Heart.'
~lightly kissing His boots, then rising slowly from her kneeling position before
her Master, she smoothes her emerald silks about her curves as she turns towards the
servery, her raven locks falling to gently caress her back as her hips sway from side to
side while the bells upon her delicate ankle sing her sweet song of submission~
~her eyes shining looking for the perfect vessel to serve her Master, she reaches
high upon the shelf, her silks rising showing a glimpse of her perky ass while her breasts
strain against her silks, she lowers the footed bowl to her hands and inspects it
carefully for imperfections. Not trusting her eyes she places it to the soft skin of her
inner thigh and twirls it lightly over the tender flesh above her brand. Satisfied with
her choice, she lifts the front of her silks, her body facing Master as she polishes the
vessel to a high shine~
~turning towards the firepits, her hazel eyes dancing with her desire to serve and
be pleasing for Master, she kneels before the fire, pushing her dark locks back from her
features, her firm ass resting upon her crossed heels, her thighs spread shoulder width
wide as she arches her back slightly, causing her full breasts to press against her sheer
emerald silks she places the vessel between her thighs. Reaching for the ladle, she stirs
the kal~da, the hot stinging spice lifting to tickle a girl’s senses, she fills the
footed bowl to the rim and replaces the cover. The steam rising to lightly coat her sweet
sex as a soft moan escapes her slightly parted lips. Rising to her feet, she reaches upon
the shelf and taking the top of the container she takes a pinch of the spices and
sprinkles it over the kal~da, knowing her Master likes it hot she turns back towards the
tavern.
~holding the footed bowl between her breasts, the scent rising up to slowly
intoxicate a girl, she walks with her usual slow elegance towards her Master, her sassy
ass swaying seductively with each step she slides to the furs, her thighs spreading wide
causing her silks to rise and expose her glistening slaves heat to Him, arching her back
slightly, her full breasts pressing against her silks, she raises her head to show the
ko~lar upon her throat bearing the name ~Kurok~ as she lowers her eyes to His boots~
~placing the rim to her glistening heat, she lightly coats the rim with her sweet
nectars for her Master, her body shivering with the waves of pleasure coursing through her
body, she places it to her belly, where her fires to serve burn deep, then to her slaves
heart, where her desire to serve and be pleasing begin, then to her lips where she places
a soft kiss upon the rim, tasting her sweetness there she lightly licks her lips and
waiting a few ehn and feeling no ill effects she raises the vessel high above her lowered
head, her voice a whisper within the Tavern walls~
Master ~Kurok~, Your girl serves You this hot spicy kal~da which she hopes warms a
Master on this cool winter’s day and that her serve has also warmed her Master’s
heart
~an involuntary smile graces her face as she hears Him demand "paga,
girl". in one fluid movement she rises from her knees, extending her long, slender
legs from beneath her short silks. her hips begin to sway softly as her bare feet pad
across the floor. her high firm breasts rise and fall gently as her slave bells ring out
with every step. she makes her way to the servery slowly, knowing His eyes are on her,
drinking in her every movement~
~she arrives at the servery, looking over her shoulder her eyes meet His, she holds
the glance for a moment, then turns her attention to the shelves of the servery, nestled
within the other footed bowls is one that stands out to a girl, she stands on the tips of
her toes,stretching her arms above her head as she reaches, moving the bowls that surround
the one she searches for until the carving of a kolarring is visible to her, she knows
this is the bowl in which she first served her Master a paga, the girl feels the pleasure
of serving wash over her once again. as she reaches to grasp the bowl, she feels her silks
rise to reveal her rounded ass and glimpses of her moist sex. she brings the bowl to her
chest, raising the hem of her silks to brush the dust from the bowl's surface. she then
drops the shoulder of her silks revealing her full olive skinned breasts, celeste moans
softly as she runs her hardened nipple around the rim of the bowl to test for
imperfections, finding none she deems it worthy to touch Hislips~
~shaking her ass a little as she moves to the fire pit, the blaze there dulls in
comparison to the fires that burn within cel. her lithe frame is silhouetted beneath her
silks by the flickering light. as she lifts the lid of the paga vat, that warm familiar
scent drifts to her nose intermingled with the scent of her nectar which now covers her
heat as a result of the pleasure it brings her to serve, she gently stirs the paga and
fills the bowl carefully, its heat seeping through the clay into her tiny hands as she
turns to face Master Rorik~
~her bells ring out her approach as she moves to where He sits.slipping to her
knees, her raven curls cascade over her slightly arched back to where her ass rests
lightly on her heels. she holds her head high, displaying her kolar with pride as she
presses her breasts forward until they threaten to escape their silken confines. she
spreads her thighs wide, allowing Him to look upon every inch of His slut, her sex throbs
with need as she licks her ruby lips softly~
~bringing the bowl to her warm sex, running the edge between her soft lips, coating
it with her sweet honey, just the way her Master likes it. she moans as the drinks heat
reaches her tender flesh, then lifting the bowl to her slave belly where her slave fire
burns bright,for three full counts. and then to her slave heart, where her love for her
Master and her love for serving beat true, for three more counts.then lifting the drink to
her lips and placing a soft kiss there,letting her tongue reach out to taste of her nectar
and the paga to ensure its safety for Him, turning the kiss towards Him she lifts the bowl
high above her head, offering it to Him~
"Master, your slut hopes this drink pleases Your body, the serve pleases Your
heart and the girl pleases Your soul"
Yes, Master, as You wish it
le'faine rises before the Master, His strong chiseled features etched careful in
her mind. Backing three full paces, le'faine pivots easily on the ball of her left foot,
the soft jangle of her tiny bina bells chime their praise of her every movement, she moves
toward the servery. her light step seeming as though on air, le'faine's taunting saunter
catches His eyes with the sway of her rounded hips. The indulgent movement of her body
beckons His glance, His eyes...her tiny waist remains still, as the heavily scented air
encircles her body, yet, the tiny belly chimes, twinkle in harmony with her every
step...le'faine soft long arms lay behind her back, crossed gently at her tiny wrists and
held in the small of her spine. Coming upon the servery, le'faine stops, the Gorean beat
of the nearby musicians seems to momentarily cease as she stares upward, deciding,
choosing
Spotting a tiny cup, le'faine's peering jahden eyes dance over the intricate
carvings in the soft shiny gold. Barely having to raise from her feet, le'faines slender
fingered hand grips the handle of the cup, carefully puling it to her. Holding the cup
close to her shining eyes, le'faine slowly observes the shape, checking the small vessel
for a misshapen edge...seeing none, le'faine's full dark lips curl upward in the corners,
a coy grin dances over her lips as she stands at a 3/4 view toward the Master. le'faine's
soft hands slowly moves over her chest to the scarlet silken knot at her neck, pulling,
the silks fall from her upper body....the full darks breasts spill forward into the
chilled air of the evening...and slowly, tauntingly, she runs the rim over the tender
flesh of her nipple...le'faine's sharp eyes close as her slave soul ignites, after being
sure of no imperfections, le'faine pills the silk back over her chest, pulling the halter
tight, her breasts aching as each nipple stands erect....an arched brow raises, le`faine
gently polishes a shine to the cup with the hem of her passion red silks....winking back
into the jahden eyes of the cup, le'faine grins and pulls a tray from the servery, slowly
she moves toward the spice rack
coming upon the rack, le'faine places the cup on the finely etched glass tray, then
sets the tray on the counter. As the fire dances, the tiny flames jump, the soft light of
the fire casts a haunting glow over her striking features, bringing a brilliance to the
gold of her kolar as well as the tiny ring in her nose....spooning even proportions of the
red and yellow sugars, le'faine dips the spoon into the warmed bosk cream, placing the
thick white fluid into the tiny cup, le'faine stirs gently. With a tap of the spoon, she
puts the utensil away, and with a quick secretive turn, she opens a cabinet door...The
sweet scent of ripened fruit eliminates from the now open cabinet doors....closing her
eyes, she moves her hand over the variety of fruits...feeling the shapes...a girl let's
her soul choose, plucking the fruit from the basket, eyes still closed, she brings it to
her nose, inhaling the sweet scent of the Larma, the fruit of passion....her lungs fill
with the sweetened air, and upon exhaling, her dark eyes flutter open...examining the
fruit, and seeing it perfect, she places it upon the tray and moves elegantly to the fire
pits
the soft wings of ebon curls float helplessly down her back, a mass of unruly raven
ringlets streaming down her spine like a waterfall of onyx, each curl gently pats her tiny
waist, as she enters the fire pits, tray in hand....the fragrant heat wraps over her long
slender body as she maneuvers her tiny feet around the smoldering embers, careful as not
to seer her tender slave flesh...a perfect silhouette gently lifts the lid form the pot of
black wine...one slender hand balancing the glass tray, and the other slowly ladling the
strong scented liquid into the pre-sugared sup...filling it to the rim, le'faine replaces
the ladle and lid the their rightful places, and turns from the pits, the tray sill
containing the full cup and larma, both evenly places of the glass tray
The thick Gorean beat drums in her eats as well as her soul, each soft step brings
her out of the seeming abyss of aromas...stopping just at the edge of th3e pits, the cool
air blankets her taunting body, her nipples hard in he chill...le'faine wipes the small
wisps of coal black curl from her fore head, a thin mist of seat coats her long thin neck
and breasts, allowing her scarlet silks to cling relentlessly to her every curve...holding
the tray evenly, she places it on her head, her slender fingers hover momentarily over the
handles, sure of the balance, le;faine begins toward the Master...as she moves, the word
Master plays over and over gain in her mind, her slave soul twisting and turning like the
escaping stem from the tiny cup....a melody, mixed with a strong beat of a slave's
heart....a song of submission which plays again and again in her heart....large sparkling
eyes gaze toward Him through thick dark lashes, as she slows her pace deliberately, her
body, her every move taunting , teasing, stalking...begging for His touch....her heels
never touching the ground, le'faine's balance impeccable, she allows her long arms to keep
balance at her sides...her hips rolling back, like the waves of a the sea...gentle, yet
beckoning...coming before Him, le'faine slowly bends her knees...her slender back
remaining straight at a quiva...she is on her knees, at His booted feet
her long fingered hands move to the handles of the tray, so evenly balanced upon
her her curls...placing the tray to her left, le'faine parts her long dark thighs...the
soft whisper of scarlet travels up her silken thighs....the intricate muscles in her legs
defined greater by the light of the thalarion oil lamps. Feeling His eyes invade her
exposed treasures, le;faine's lips curl into a smile, her dark thin brows arch
upward....firm round ass rests on her heels, le'faine's toes remain curled under...soft
pelt of the larl beneath, le'faine purrrrssssss at it's caress beneath her tantalizing
body...her right hand reaches out, grasping the tiny cup, the hot metal turning the flesh
of her delicate fingertips pink as she gently lowers it down her spread thighs to her
slave heat...the soft folds of her sex quiver with the feel of her slave soul on fire,
slowly, like a delicate flower, le;faine rotates the rim of the cup over her swollen
bud...covering the rim with her sweet slave honey, her body screams as the steam travels
over her sec and up her bare, bell circled stomach. The moist aroma climbs up her like
ivy...holding the cup to her heart for three Ihn, le'faine wishes upon it a silent slave
prayer, her thick dark lips part. the tip of her pink tongue quickly moistening
them....she presses her mouth to the rim of the tiny hot vessel, tasting the drink, and
sure moments later, of no poisons, she kisses the rim and rotates it, so that her slave
slips, may press upon His perfect mouth...pulling the larma from the tray. le'faine offers
both above her proud head...her slander back arches perfectly...le'faine's supple breasts
thrust forward. begging release from their silken confines...shoulders strong and broad,
squared off, pulling her head high, her neck bare her ownership to the Central
Cylinder...le'faine's blazing jahden eyes lower in respect to His boot, thick dark lashes
sweep easily over her cheek....she offers her prayer...
Master, her voice soft..teasing... le'faine offers up to You blackwine, first
slave and the fruit of passion, the larma....le'faine hopes that the larma as well as the
blackwine quench Your thirst and hunger...as a girl hopes she has, in some way, worsened
Your thirst and hunger
~smiling softly as she hears the request of the Master for bazi tea, the girl rises
elegantly from the furs to make her way towards the servery...her walk that of a trained
dancer, inticing and sensuous...her long bronze mane tumbling down the middle of her back,
the ends brushing her firm ass as it sways back and forth, she smiles over her shoulder to
the One she serves~
~arriving before the servery, the girl glances into the cubboards and retrieves a
beautiful serving tray to place the vessels upon for her serve. grasping the hem of her
silks, the girl lifts the diaphenous material to the platter and begins to polish it to a
fine shine to ensure no fingerprints upon it...exposing her uppermost thigh for the
Master's pleasure. the girl then places the platter upon the cabinet and turns to look for
the small cups she will use~
~her delicate fingers reaching into the shelves, returning with the 3 small cups to
be used in the serve...her fiery azure eyes inspect each one for perfection, lifting them
in turn to her full lush ruby lips where her pink tongue peeks out to test the rim for any
nicks. sensuously and slowly she licks each one, moaning softly as it stirs her slave
fires, feeling her sex become moist and throb with needs to serve. finding each cup
without flaw the girl smiles softly, grasps a handful of her lush bronze mane and polishes
each cup and then places them upon the platter~
~then upon the platter the girl adds a bowl of yellow sugar, a bowl of red sugars
and a small jar of dried bazi tea leaves....perfectly placing each item that it might be
pleasing in presentation to the One she serves, glancing over her shoulder to Him and
feeling a shiver race up her spine as she desires so to kneel at His feet~
~reaching one last time into the cabinet the girl retrieves the bazi tea pot from
the shelves....her eyes trained upon it, inspecting it for any nicks or cracks that might
displease the Master...a warm smile plays across her lush lips as she finds it perfect.
the girl then polishes it using her crimson silks to remove any fingerprints that might be
there. having then placed the teapot on the tray to accent its appearance, the girl lifts
the tray, holding it close to her slave belly and carefully turns towards the fires to
obtain the hot water for the teapot....her hips swaying softly as she moves across the
room~
~arriving before the fires, the girl grasps the water kettle and pours enough hot
liquid into the teapot to fill it for the serve, taking great care not to spill a drop
that the platter might get splattered....returning the kettle to its rightful place, the
girl slowly turns, holding the platter perfectly, close to her slave belly, her walk slow
and steady, yet with the grace of a dancer as she approaches the Master inticing His
attentions~
~coming before Him, the girl melts to her knees feeling the submission that He
demands from her. her silken thighs spreading wide for His viewing pleasure, revealing the
glistening moisture over her heated sex and inner thighs as she desires so to
serve....arching her back ever so slightly and rolling her shoulders back that her full
firm breasts might be pressed forwards...her nipples hardening in His presence and easily
seen under the sheerness of her silks...the girl lifts her head, proud of the ko-lar she
wears, her long black lashes kiss her bronze cheeks lingeringly as she takes in a deep
breath, taking in His essence.....setting the tray upon the floor between her thighs she
begins her serve~
~grasping the jar of dried bazi tea leaves the girl adds three pinches to each tiny
cup...then carefully she adds a measure of yellow sugar to the first cup and pours enough
hot water over the mixture to fill the cup to the rim. grasping it with care the girl
swirls it just enough to mix the liquid with the contents within....then with a seductive
grin the girl lowers the first cup to her sex, her mind drifting to the vivacious flaming
desires of the young....pressing the rim against her most sensitive clit, the girl moans
softly as she feels her hips instinctively press towards it...turning the rim, the girl
coats it with her sweet honey....then lifting it to her slave belly, then slowly, drawing
the Master's eyes...lifting it to her full bosom for 3 beats of her slave heart, then to
her lush ruby lips where she places a lingering kiss upon it ensuring its safety for the
One she serves...finding it so, the girl lowers her head and profers Him the drink,
whispering~
Master, may this first cup of bazi tea be pleasing to You and remind You of Your early
life, Your sweet/bitter youth.....those things both sacred and things wished to be
forgotten.....lessons learned and past loves...
~as bazi tea is usually drank in rapid succession, the girl as soon as she feels
Him grasp the cup from her hands....her heart racing and her breathing deep as she loves
His touch...she spoons a measure of red sugar into the second cup, covering the tea
leaves...then grasping the teapot, pours enough of the hot liquid into the cup to fill it.
grasping the cup in her delicate hands, she swirls it carefully to mix the contents. her
mind swooning a bit as she lowers the cup to her now throbbing sex, her inner thighs
devulging to Him her needs to serve...moaning softly as she feels the steam of the drink
rising against her slave heat...once more pressing it close and coating it with her honey,
slowly sliding it to her slave belly where her fires burn hot like a candle's flame, then
to her sweet lush slave lips where she places a lingering kiss upon the rim. finding the
second cup safe for the Master, she lowers her head and once again profers the drink to
the Master, her words full of passion and deep meaning~
May this cup of bazi tea bring You happiness and contentment with Your
adulthood....contentment that One has learned from the past and has survived those lessons
~once again feeling His touch upon her, she smiles softly as she adds a measure of
yellow and red sugars to the last cup, then pouring the hot water over the mixture,
watching it blend the sugars with the dried bazi tea leaves...she fills it to the rim,
replacing the teapot on the platter, she grasps the last of the cups...slipping it between
her thighs, spreading them painfully wide that she might submit her whole to
Him...pressing the rim to her glistening sex as she rolls the rim against her throbbing
heat, moaning a bit louder this time, feeling the submission within her slave belly as she
lifts the cup upwards, closing her eyes briefly as she breaths in deeply, lifting the cup
then to her slave heart for 3 beats, knowing this is where she lives to serve, then to her
moistened slave lips where a lingering kiss finds the third cup safe for the lips of the
Master...the girl lowers her head and profers Him the drink, whispering~
Master, may this cup of bazi tea bring You inner peace and contentment that is obtained
by old age and that where You are at currently is a special place in this scheme of
life....and that this girl's serve from her heart and soul was found pleasing by You
Bazi Tea by laurana{CC}
~rising from her place before His feet a girl steps back three paces and turns --- her
white silks fluttering about her frame, slave bells tinkering, hips swaying to her slave
rhythm --- padding lightly towards the servery~
~upon reaching the counter, a girl pulls from the bottom shelve a silver tray,
polishing it with her silks --- revealing her long slender legs for the Master's pleasure
--- setting the tray upon the counter a girl scans the high shelves with her bright amber
eyes; her delicate fingers reaching for the three cups that are to be used~
~lifting each small cup to her lips to check to any imperfections; running her pink
tongue along the rim of each one --- feeling her slave fire burning brightly --- finding
no flaws in any of the cups a girl used her soft silks to polish each one with pride;
wiping each until they glow in the soft Cylinder light and then placing them gently upon
the silver tray~
~with the cups carefully placed upon the platter the slave girl adds another two bowls
--- one of red and yellow sugar --- and a small jar of dried bazi tea leaves; feeling the
eyes of A/all upon her she shivers with delight, giving her butt a playful shake; seeing
that all items are placing in a pleasing fashion a girl reaching into the servery shelves
once again to retrieve the bazi tea pot from them, she look it over very with a careful
eye --- spotting no displeasing nicks or cracks a girl raises her silks once more the
polish the pot, with all her love and devotion of being a slave… placing the tea pot
too upon the gleaming tray a girl lifts the tray carefully so not to drop anything,
cradling it close to her --- sashaying towards the fit pit, slave bell jingling, to obtain
the hot water for making the tea~
~setting the silver tray lightly upon the pits edge a girl grasps the water kettle,
using it to fill the tea pot with hot water --- seeing the stream rise, covering her face
and arms with a fine sheen, silks clinging to her plump breasts, heart beating wildly with
the desire to serve this Master --- returning the streaming kettle to its place a girl
picks up the tray, careful so not to slosh any water, and walks gracefully towards Master
Berek~
~in one sweet fluid motion a girl sinks to her knees --- arching her her back, leg
slightly apart, shoulder rolled back to keep her perky breasts thrust out for His viewing,
head up high; golden training ko`lar shining about her neck; but eyes lowed with respect
for this Master, mane of red waves cascading down her back --- setting the silver tray
beside her a girl beings her serve for Him; blocking out all the noise of the Cylinder;
concentration on Him and her serve~
~picking up the bazi leaves jar a girl places three pinches of leaves to each tiny cup;
setting the jar back down a girl then picks up tea pot and fills the yellow cup with the
streaming hot water; smelling the aroma of the tea as it fills her nose; exchanging the
tea pot for the yellow sugar she add the perfect amount to the bright yellow cup;
carefully picking up the cup a girl swirls the liquid to mix the contents; with a sweet
smile she brings the cup to her slave belly --- where her desire to serve burns brightly
--- raises it upward to her slave heart, keeping it there for a full five beats,
whispering a silent prayer of health and ever lasting youth for Him --- still raising the
cup a girl brings it to her lips so that she can test the liquids safety, finding no ill
effects befall her a girl sweetens with rim with her soft kisses, turning the kisses
towards Master Berek, placing the bowl above her, tucking her head between her tan arms~
Master, may this first cup of bazi tea warm Your belly and remind You of Your early years
in life, things both wonderful and frightful; good and bad…
~feeling the small cup lifted from her fingers; a shiver running down her body at His
touch; she returns her attention back to the tray, spooning in a measure of red sugar into
the red cup; covering the tea leaves with the red crystals; then grasping the teapot,
pours enough of the hot liquid to fill it the cup; with the cup in her delicate hands a
girl swirls it carefully to mix the contents; sugar, tea, water; once more pressing this
cup to her slave belly --- where her fires burn bright and passionate --- then to her
sweet lips where she places a lingering kiss upon the rim, snaking out her tongue to find
the second cup safe for the Master drinking, tucking head again between her arm offer the
cup high above her head, very voice softy and meaningful~
Master Berek, may this red cup of bazi tea bring You contentment and enjoyment with Your
adulthood; strength to learn from past mistakes and past regrets…
~sigh with pure pleasure as she feels His hands touching her once again, feeling His
power and strength in that touch; smiling with unmistakable joy a girl adds the red and
yellow sugars to the little blue cup, pouring the hot water over the mixture to make it
drinkable; she grasps the last cup tight, a little moan escaping her lips as she bring the
cup to her belly; feeling her submission overwhelm her; closing her eyes briefly a girl
regains control over herself and lifts the cup upwards to her slave heart for 5 ehn,
moistening the rim with her kisses, at the same time checking this cup for toxins, finding
this last cup safe for the lips of this Master, laurana lowers her head offers Him the
drink, whispering softly~ Master, may this cup of bazi tea bring You serenity, wisdom, and
understanding that comes with getting older… And may this girl's serve be found
pleasing to You as well...
~hearing the call for mead the girl rises from the furs and moves to the
servery...as she slips thru the tavern her hips sway with subtle invitation...the thong of
her camisk wedged tightly within her ass cheeks...exposing her pale globes ...curls of
nutmeg bounce across her back ...teasing ...caressing ...with a turn of her head she
smiles back to the Master...eager to serve...eyes of blue shining~
~gazing to the cupboard she seeks the great horn...leaning against the counter for
balance she stretches tall...her arms reaching ...stretching for the horn above...her
slender fingers grasp the vessel...bringing it before her for inspection...seeing not a
flaw or mark upon the smooth horn she lifts it to her bare breasts..letting it run beneath
the tender flesh of the bud...a gasp escapes her rosy lips as it tantilizes her...but she
is thrilled with the knowledge that the cup is safe for the lips of the Master...and with
a toss of her curls before her she polishes the horned cup...~
~moving to the barrels at the back of the tavern she lifts the lid and dips the
horn deeply within...filling the horned cup...lifting it from the barrel...mead driping
from the cup...replacing the lid she turns and moves to the firpit...basking it the
warmth...welcomed with the flames dance...quickly kneeling she reaches for the poker that
glows within the embers...to warm the mead she plunges the glowing tip into the
cup...hearing the sizzle of the drink as the cup warms within her hands she smiles...with
the poker back in the embers of the fire she rises and her voluptuous frame is silouetted
within the firelight...she turns to journey back to the feet of the Master...the lightness
of her steps betraying her eagerness to serve...~
~as she returns to Him she pauses for a moment before dropping to her
knees...sliding her thighs wide...the treasures hidden beneath the camisk that slides thru
her petals...bare ass resting on the heels of her feet...back arched and her bare breasts
strain as if seeking His caress...her head is lifted with pride as the simple ko-lar of
silver steel resting on her slender neck glows softly in the taverns light...her heart
beats madly...her eyes are lowered and she holds the horn of mead before her...~
~with the warm horn within her hands she feels the warmth seeping thru her
body...fanning the glowing flames within her burning belly...the cup trails up her
shuddering stomach...to the valley between her breasts...resting there for 3 beats of her
slaveheart...to her lips the cup moves ...recieving her kiss...the kiss turned to
Him...her arms stretching before her...lifting it up to Him...her smile is promising...her
voice husky...~Master...may this mead bring You pleasure...warm You and give You
great strength...~her head lowers to her chest...her words softer...~may the
serve of this slave have been pleasing to You...
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