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Serves: living essay

I have been studying serving just as surely as I am learning them. Oftentimes you can tell a new slave from an older one by their serves even if their manners are impeccable. The way a slave depicts themselves says a lot about that person, form the way they karta to enter a home to the way they put sugar in your blackwine….

Older slaves, and by older I mean more experienced… have been slaves for longer, often depict themselves in a very sexual and beautiful way. Sometimes it can be like watching poetry being written and the serve is beautiful. Other times it is just like poetry… that’s written by someone who tries hard and just doesn’t get the hang of it…. But the effort put behind it is beautiful… leaving no doubt to the slaves intentions.

The less experienced ones might try but lack the ability to just put forth the words. Once in a while you find someone that mixes a new slave poet that awes those around her. Or a girl who tries, but just never seems to find the way of it. Though I fear to be one of the latter I try my best. That thought gave me the idea for this paper and here I am writing…. What exactly changes about a slaves writing, a style seems to be inherent and people who haven’t seen each other in a long time can recognize each other simply by the way they put their words… how would my writing change? How would my serves grow and improve? How would I change as a slave? As a girl? as a woman?

So I started saving serves.. not all of them but every once and a while I copy it down to the notepad and put it away in a folder…. If I continue to do this would I be able to watch my serves changing? Evolving? Can I chart my own growth?

My mind couldn’t stop twisting around the matter and I never can resist finding new things… learning new things…

So I am going to post one of my earlier (earlier than the ones I will post later) serves and in time will add another and see what has changed… maybe once a month for six months…. So I guess this will be a living essay?

This is the first serve that I saved… and it is this one I shall post… I have changed nothing except the Master’s names to __ and all other people’s speech removed…

analisa RHI moving quickly analisa smiles in relief then drops to her hands and knees... heading for the kitchen she takes several steps then turns ..... with a smile she looks around the kitchen... loving how well kept it is.... she moves to the fire... peering into the flames she feels the heat of them as she grabs the kettle to fill with water from the water bucket.... placing the kettle carefully among the flames... to the hotter part of the fire.... she moves back to the kitchen and smiles ... moving to the shelf she removes several rep clothes to use and places them upon the counter... then moves to look under the counter and grab one of the silver trays.... smiling she looks upon it and uses one of the rep cloths to shine it
analisa RHI analisa places it on the counter and moves to the shelves once again and searches for the perfect mug to use for Master __ blackwine.... she sees several with the Home's initials lit upon them in silver.... she smiles at the red one, with black wisps almost of smoke upon the mug... she takes it from the counter and places it against her belly.... then twists it....
analisa RHI analisa sighs in relief and pleasure when the mug leaves no marks upon her flesh... she uses one of the rep cloths, a fresh one, to shine the mug up..... then moves to the shelves with a rep cloth cut in a large circle ... she places several of the beans in it.... measuring carefully.. then wraps them up and using the small stone laid against the counter analisa carefully crushes them to a fine powder..... pouring them into the mug.... she shines up a silver spoon to use with the sugar and checks the kettle... almost ready..... then grabbing the sugar she places two spoons of snowy white sugar into the mug... smiling grabs the kettle from the fire and brings it back to the tray... her hands wrapped lightly in cloth to keep from burning.... she pours it slowly and carefully.. watching
analisa RHI using the spoon she carefully stirs the blackwine..... until not a pebble of sugar remains updisolved.... or a splash of bean powder..... she smiles as the scent fills the air and carefully lifts the tray... moves swiftly back to the Great Hall where Master __ sits and kneels before him... her thighs spread widely.. her back straight she places the tray upon the small table and lifts the mug... kissing the side of the mug she checks the heat and turns the kiss to Master __... lifts it up .. begs

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