Serves
These serves are exsamples only, and should only be used
as a guide. Do Not Copy Them!
brande{B} rocks back on her heels, quickly rising to her tender feet, taking three steps back smiles softly as she pivots upon her dainty heels...
brande{B} hips sway naturally causing her red silks to ripple over her slender form, long brown hair lightly brushes across her back, tickling slightly with her gracefull movements...
brande{B} reaches high into the shelves, with delicate fingers tips a bowl down, and catches it against her firm breast ...inspects the deep red bowl carefully with bright blue eyes, finding it to be perfect for the strong Master, uses a lock of her silken hair and shines it to a brillant shine....
brande{B} holds it gently against her ripe breast glides to the racks, selecting a bottle of paga draws it closes to her slaves belly and twirls upon her heels, till she is facing her Master...
brande{B} flashing Him a sly grin as her gaze quickly travels over Him, slowly approaches Him, the jingle from her slave bells filling the room with the soft music...
brande{B} glides to her knees before Him, she gently places the bowl between her parted thighs and firmly against her moist heat...
brande{B} runs the bottle slowly up her silky flesh to her tender red lips, gently pulls the cork too with a soft pop echoing through the room, she leans forward and fills the bowl to the rim with the paga...
brande{B} quickly recorks the bottle pushing it firmly into place with her tongue, she sets it aside as she wraps her delicate fingers around the bowl... lets it linger against her heat then slowly travels it up her slaves belly, to the valley between her firm ripe breast...
brande{B} says a silent blessing of good health as her heart wildly pounds the three beats, bringing the bowl to her sensuous lips steals a breif glances at the Master before her as she takes a small sip...
brande{B} may this paga warm Your soul this day Master and may this girls serve be found delightful to Your eyes as well as honor to You and Your home...
Kiaban smiles at the girl and takes the paga....sips of it and sets it aside
brande{B} lets her hands gently fall to her thighs, palms turned up to Him..
tami{B} smiles and effortlessly rises nimbly to her feet, with a smile and a gleam in her eyes she takes three small steps back, turning on her heels, a flash of crimson as the light silks flow about her..she begins to move to the servery..
tami{B} steps are confident.. a light bounce causing her breasts to rise and fall, full hips sway seductively, teasingly, lifting the silks with each step, the white moons of her bottom peaking from beneath them. bright blue eyes sparkle, revealing the depths of her soul as a fiesty smile plays gently on petal soft lips
tami{B} reaches the servery and tiptoes, blue eyes reflecting the passions she holds within, scan carefully over the goblets on the shelve.. with a squeal of delight she spots a goblet truely deserving such a fine Master, delicate fingertips edge it into her waiting hands.
tami{B} smiles softly and holds the goblet into the flickering light of the fire, its orange glow casting mysterious shadows on the black onyx goblet, its lines sleek and bold... a thin band of gold graces the rim.. she lifts her silks, letting them ride up her thighs.. just shy of revealing the precious secrets that they cover.. she polishes the goblet, her fingertips tracing the goblet.. satisfied of its perfection, she lets her silks fall lightly
tami{B}smiles and turns.. her hands caress several bottles of ale.. before picking the one of her choosing.. she cradles them both to her slaves heart.. treasures to please the Master.. she turns to face HIm, her eyes for a brief moment catch His piercing gaze.. she shudders and counts the three beats , then slowly begins to move back toward Him
tami{B} eyes gleam a hint of wickedness shines deep within the blue pools, her smile dances on ruby red lips.. the happiness in her heart shines around her... with each step her heart pound louder.. her breathing heavy as her breasts rise and fall, nipples taunt against the sheer silks.. the softness teasing her senses...
tami{B} reaches Him and gently glides to her knees, her thighs part naturally, her back is tall, soft shoulder fall back thrusting forward her breasts...her chin is held high, slowly she lowers her gaze to the floor, bright blue eyes look up through long dark lashes.
tami{B} smiles as she brings the bottle to moist lips.. pulling the cork into her mouth, she tugs gently , biting softly... until the cork is released.. a soft pop can be hears...she tips the bottle and watches the ale as it pours into the goblet... a small bit of foam coming to a head at the rim..
tami{B} recorks the bottle, her tongue pushing the cork tight..letting the bottle rest on the floor next to her thigh..
tami{B} wraps slender fingers around the goblet...then trails it up her inner thighs.. a shiver, almost invisiable courses through her as the goblet kisses the tightness of her slaves belly... taking a deep breath as it come to rest in the valley of her breasts.. she counts the three beats of her now rapidly beating slaves heart.
tami{B} brings the goblet to full pouty lips, placing tender kisses along the rim.. a small amount of foam glistens on her lips, tongue slowly removing the traces of it... her blue eyes full of longing, the windows to her soul, she takes a deep breath and slowly lifts the goblet high above her, tucking her chin.... a slight trembling can be seen, as she turns her kiss to Him... in a voice soft and sensual she offers it....
tami{B} Master Kiaban, may this ale quench Your thirst, and may it ease Your tensions and relax You. May this girls serve be pleasing in Your eyes, and possibly bring a smile to Your lips.. may it bring honor to this girls Master and this castle in which she serves
tami{B} rises nimbly to her feet, with three small steps back she pivots on her heels and begins to move to the servery...
brande{B} bites her lip, quickly rising to her small feet, pivots upon her heels and glides towards the servery...
brande{B} sleek movements cause her red silks to ripple over her slender form, her long brown hair lightly brushes across her back in tune with her shapely hips...
tami{B} hips seductively sway, gentle as a summers breeze, red silks caressing the softness of her skin.. blond locks of hair tossled slightly, matching the impish gleam that shines deep in dark blue eyes...soft smile plays on full pouty lips, the happiness of her heart shines in her expressions..
brande{B} smiles softly at her sis as she stands on tiptoe allowing herself to reach high into the shelves, her silks ride up teasingly upon her thighs exposing her round bottom... with delicate fingers tips a mug down into her waiting hands...
tami{B} reaches the servery and pulls from the shelves a silver serving tray.. intricate etchings potraying a kajira in dance.. she lifts the hem of her silks, the round moons of her bottom peeks from beneath them, she shines it until looking back from the tray is her own smiling face...
brande{B} uses a stray lock of silken hair, shines the mug to a high gloss, holding it up into the dim light grins at the flawless beauty of the kajira kneeling upon the soft yellow surface...
tami{B} with a satisfied grin lets her silks drop back into place.. she places the tray on the counter, fingertips sliding lovinginly along its edges.. she turns and disappears into the cold room...
brande{B} draws it close to her heart she turns upon her dainty heels and glides to the firepit, slave bells jingling softly... sliding down to her knees in the warmth she uses the hook and brings the kettle near...
tami{B} appears the coolness of the room has graced her skin with goosebumps, nipples now perked, pressed tightly against the silks... in small hands she cups the container of bosk milk... she sets it on the tray... her hands rub her slender arms for warmth.. then she continues her duties...
brande{B} quickly removes the lid, the steam washes over her soft features, leaving tiny dropplets of moister upon her long lashes, like the kiss of a mornings dew... slowly fills the mug just shy of the rim with the hot blackwine... then quickly replaces the kettle and hook...
tami{B} reaches and grabs the sugars.. sweet as the kiss of a passion filled slave.. she places it next to the bosk milk.. she smiles her deep blue eyes scan for the final touch.. as she places the spoon on the tray, she bites at her lower lip.. her eyes show the passion that burns buried within her soul.
brande{B} rocks back on her heels she rises to her tender feet, holding the warm mug firmly against her ripe breast, turns to face her Master, bright blue eyes showing her desires to serve Him, lowers her gaze to the floor and slowly approaches Him with steady feather-like steps...
tami{B} lifts the tray and cradles it, like a newborn infant, tightly against the soft beating of her slaves heart... she turns and faces the Master,patiently awaiting her sister..softly to herself, she counts the three beats of her slaves heart... her breaths slow and steady
tami{B} begins to move to Him, her eyes dance with happiness, a smile curls delicately on ruby red lips, her breasts rise and fall with each step...
brande{B} slides down to her knees before Him, holding her back slightly arched her firm breast and erect nipples push against her soft silks, slowly extends her slender arms and holds the warm mug out to her sis...
tami{B} reaches Him , lowering herself to her knees, her thighs part naturally, her shoulders fall back, thrusting forward her full breasts.. the ring shines through the sheerness of the silks..
tami{B} takes the spoon and dips it into the snow colored sugar and sprinkles it a top the warm blackwine.. watching entranced as it disolves.. she smiles and pours the bosk milk, the colors swirling together until it fill to the rim... she stirs carefully turning the blackwine a wonderful carmel.. much like the color of a tanned slave..
tami{B} smiles at her sis and places the spoon back on the tray.. her hands move to her thighs as they turn palms up.
brande{B} smiles softly at her sis, she brings the mug to her heat, winces softly as the warmth touches her, allows her essence to kiss the rim, glances up shyly she runs it up her tight slaves belly, her desires within burning hotter with each passing moment, bringing the mug to her round breast says a silent blessing as she hears the three quick beats pound...
brande{B} slowly continues to travel the warm mug up to her tender red lips, places several moist kisses upon the rim carefull not to removes her essence, raises the mug up in offering as she turns her kisses to Him, lowers her head between her slender parted arms and softly speaks...
brande{B} may this blackwine warm Your soul as it quinches Your thirst Master and may our serve be delightful to You and of honor...
Kiaban smiles takes the blackwine
Kiaban what an incrediably beautiful serve both of you
brande{B} lets her hands gently fall to her parted thighs, palms up in submission