Sample serves

NOTE the following are book serves examples (5 per page also please also refer to other sample serves )

Ale; Ta wine;  Rence beer; Turian liqueur wine;  Sorp Chowder

Ale

Akin to earth's beer, a frothy amber  liquid stored in large barrels in the chillery or at the back of the servery. Served in either a horn or large metal tankard to be filled by using a ladle and scooping it from the barrel, can be served chilled or room temp but normally would be served cold

calia

calia melts to kneel, respectfully, upon her Masters furs. her fingertips trickle down to rest on each thigh a shake to her head urging errant spirals of ebony down a slaves sunkissed back ~ ones voice streams past her cinching collar
might calia serve?
hearing Masters desire for a tankard of ale . a girl purrs softly.
aye Master ~* would be this slaves pleasure
her hands slide from each thigh into the plush fur ~ drawing her feet underneath as one rises with unwavering grace ~* waterfalling black curls caress her naked flesh as calia moves airy light toward the servery.

a girls flared hips snuggle into the counter as calias chin lifts ,ringlets of splashing curls flutter to shroud ones firm bottom ~
s-t-r-e-t-c-h-i-n-g ,slaves fingertips dance along the highest shelf as calia struggles to grasp the large metal tankard, carefully bringing it down, close to ones tummy, calia smiles as she then begins to caress the tankard with a fibred rep cloth, polishing and shining the metal to a brilliant sheen as slave checks of mares or imperfections that might harm Masters mouth upon drinking warmest smile pulls at a girls lips ~ upon finding none. slow sensual swing to calias flared hips as she heads for the chillery tugging open the heavy door ,calia disappears within the chilly embrace of swirling cold air swiftly one rushes to the back of the coolroom with the tankard beheld close to calias warm tummy a deft tilt to her slender wrist, she begins ladling the smooth amber liquid watching the frothy ale stream into Masters tankard a girls crimson lips pull in smile. With balanced care, one rushes from the chilly air Bumping closed the heavy door with her heartshaped tush ~* calia moves toward Masters heavy boots with the sloshing tankard held in the valley of her firm breasts.

calia glides upon sinfully wide opened thighs her slender arms surround the cool tankard against smooth honey coloured flesh of this slave a shiver to her figure as the cool metal kisses her warmth one lowers her head ~ midnight curls fall to rain upon her thighs with silken hair ~ along side of the tankard this slave presses a lingering kiss of devotion with a sigh.

continuing with the upward motion calias slender arms extend, offering the tankard to Master her head falls between elongated arms as midnight curls frame her face, hiding lowered blue eyes holding perfectly still as a slave speaks every softly. Master, Your ale this slave wishes it be found thirst quenching and that the serve of this girl be acceptable

Ta wine

ta wine is made from large purple ta grapes grown on the terraces of Cos.  this wine is light and dry and this is what you serve when ask for white ka-la-na, served in exactly the same way as ka-la-na (see above) except for this being light pinkish tint instead of deep ruby red as is ka-la-na
Book 10: Tribesmen of Gor, page 213
Book 14: Fighting Slave of Gor, page 306

kanda{Neo}

aye Master..ta wine coming right up…

*kanda rises and with a sassy lil wiggle she scoots off for the servery..hips swaying with a tantalizing beat…
  standing before the shelves, the slave eyes the fine selection of drinking vessels especially the goblets… she then stretches and stretches, reaching for the goblet of her choice..silks rise enticingly high on smooth silky thighs..her fingers grasp the goblet and brings it down oohh so carefully…she draws the rim along the softness of her wrist checking for nics and imperfections..she smiles and lifts a clean rep cloth up…she polishes and cleans the vessel..quickly but efficiently..humming softly as she works*

*a girl moves swiftly to the cold room with the goblet held firmly in one hand..she pulls at the door with her other hand….and slowly it opens…she slips inside..the coolness of the room hugs a girls form…and she moves to where the bottle of ta wine are kept and quickly selects one…the chilled bottle sends shivers over her and goosebumps form a long her bare flesh…she pads softly across and out of the room ..closing the door with her hip*

*grasping the bottle and the goblet both tight…kanda sets off for the Master..she moves gracefully..her  every move shows how much she loves being kajira and wanting to serve..eyes sparkle happily..a smile lights up her face…thick brown hair cascades around her shoulders…the silky strands teasing her bare shoulders…a girls steps take her directly to the Master and she kneels before Him*

*she settles back onto sturdy ankles…and slips the goblet ‘tween her firm thighs….she lifts the bottle of ta wine to her lips..and tugs softly back and forth on the cork…it eases out and kanda fills the goblet generously..taking great care not to spill or dribble any of the wonderfully tasty nectar..she brings the bottle back up to her lips..and pushes the cork back in…then sets the bottle close to Master..lifting the goblet…the girl draws it along her silk clad body over her slave belly up to her slave heart where she rests it for 3 counts…then dipping her head and stretching up her arms..she offers the Master the goblet of cool and delicious ta wine*

Master,  kanda hopes that the ta wine is found to be most refreshing and her serve pleasing as well…

Rence beer

steeped, boiled and fermented from crushed seeds and the whitish pith of the rence plant, served in a gourd flagon.  flagon:  A large vessel, usually of metal or pottery, with a handle and spout and often a lid, used for holding wine or other liquors but in this case the flagon is a gourd:  Any of several trailing or climbing plants related to the pumpkin, squash, and cucumber and bearing fruits with a hard rind.  these are very large squash in pear shaped forms, no two exactly alike and kept in the chillery, each gourd holds several tankards full of rence beer
Book 6: Raiders of Gor, pages 18 and 44

teala

*eyes look to the Master, sparkles appearing as shimmering stars in the charcoal as a smile appears upon hearing the request for rence beer..nodding slightly, a tiny tongue moistens lush lips as gently teala replies*

yes Master...teala would be happy to serve You some of the rence beer that Master Rollo has recently acquired...

*placing delicate finger tips to stabilize the movements of the lithe girl, rocking backwards, finding the balls of feet on the cool tiles of the Tavern floor, teala arises slowly, standing straight and tall... hands move to softly flutter against the silks, pressing them down over slave flesh..moving back three tiny steps before turning with a swishing sound of the sheer silks whispering enticingly, the girl steadily moves to the servery..chin lifted high, eyes downcast and a smile upon the delicate features of the girl..slave bells tinkling in tune with the rapidly beating of the girls slave heart.. the heart that beats deeply withing her very core..striving and desiring to simply be what she is..la kajira..*

*charcoal eyes steal a glance at the Master as the girl flips back the midnight tresses over her shoulders.. smiling softly..appearing suddenly before the cupboard, girl scans the vessels.. looking for the one that will hold the beverage and fit well into the strong hand of such a grand Master..dainty hand reaches upwards for the tankard..pulling it into the delicate palm, then holding it towards the flickering firelight before eyes.. looking and searching for any visable marks or nicks that would bring harm..admiring the craftsmanship of the tankard that is a scarlet red.. the the trim along the upper rim, a rich deep blue..bringing the tankard lower, girl lifts the hem of the brief silks permitted to cover her flesh.. running the rim of the tankard against the soft inner golden thigh... a mewling sound of content slowly eases from barely parted lips..a sound of contentment, and longing..allowing the silk to fall back in place as the tankard is removed.. lifting a clean rep cloth from the counter and polishing softly to a glimmer as eyes thur veiled lashes look across the distance to rake over the handsome One that a girl has been permitted to serve..laying the cloth upon the counter while turning to close the distance between teala and the cold room..*

*holding the tankard in left hand, cradled closely to the valley between ample breasts as the small right hand reaches out to firmly grasp the elongated handle.. tugging quickly and firmly on the ever resistant door..coldness seeping out and quickly washing over the slave as the door gives way..flesh resembling a naked and plucked vulo appears over the normally satiny skin as teala enters into the depths of iciness..scanning the room, eyes find and alight upon the storage containers of the rence beer..giggling sounds softly drift back into the Tavern as a girl again looks upon the strange and funny shaped containers..mistress says they are called 'gourds'..hollowed out from the inside and dried to then store the beer..so amusing to look upon..many various sizes and shapes..all a large, round near the bottom, narrowing and slendering to the top.. not one identical to the next..walking harta to the gourd flagon.. placing the tankard to a nearby shelf.. hefting the large container.. cradling it in arm, feeling the heaviness.. the other forearm helping to hold it in place as dainty fingers reach to lift the tankard..straining under the weight and cumbersomeness, moving with a swift and sure pace, teala exits the cold room to be enveloped once more in the heat of the Tavern..using shapely ass to harshly nudge the door closed...*

*moving across the tiles to the Masters feet..slave bells singing softly to announce the arrival of the sensual slut..
melting quickly to knees..firm ass barely touching the slender crossed ankles being sure to keep back straight, allowing pert breasts to jut outwards.. begging for attention..thighs part painfully wide while silks slither upwards... giving the Master a pleasurable view should He so desire to see..slowly leaning body to bump the hardened outer rind of the gourd flagon to the tiles between thighs as teala places the tankard just outside her right knee...being too heavy to lift gracefully, girl trails both hands up from the base of the gourd.. fingers wrapping suggestively about the neck as slowly her mouth descends to remove the stopper in the top.. eyes watch the Master with a hint of mischief flashing..firm tug to remove the stopper, pulling head back swiftly, a grin appearing around the object in mouth..lifting up slightly to move the knee to the outside of the goblet.. steadying it as the flagon is slowly tipped to allow the rence to flow smoothly..uprighting the gourd once more.. hands placed to the neck as lush mouth is again lowered to push the stopper back in with tongue..allowing the heavy weight to rest and be grasped by thighs as the tankard is lifted slowly..pausing at slave heart, a soft plea is lifted to guard and protect this magnificant Master..raising the vessel to scarlet, velvety lips.. a lingering kiss placed to the rim..arms lifting up high with head lowered as a girls frail voice is softly heard*

Master..teala brings You rence beer..the steeped, boiled and fermented brew that is made from crushed seeds and the whitish pith of the rence plant..she has hopes that You will find it palatable and to Your liking, and that this serve by teala has been a delight to You as well

Turian liqueur wine

Thick sweet liquors, served in tiny glasses, rather like the dessert wines of Earth. Turian liquors are said to be some of the best liquors on Gor.
She picked up the small tray from the stand near the table. On it was the small vessel containing a thick, sweet liqueur from distant Turia, the Ar of the south, and the two tiny glasses from which we had sipped it.
Exlporers of Gor, page 10

topaz{Rast's girl}

Having finished the special ‘Gorean Happy meal’ she prepared, her Master grins and commands…”fetch MeTurian liqueur topaz”. She rises from her prone position, sees a few ta-grapes fall from her partially honey coated body and chuckles softly as she replies…”aye Master, Turian liqueur”… ....smiles as she breathes in deeply, trying to steady her breathing from having been so close...steps back thrice...spins about upon her toes and heads for the servery….hips swaying seductively, moving so lightly, gliding across the floor, tiny bare feet barely making noise, she sneaks a peek back at Him from over her shoulder, amber eyes dark with need.

Reaching the servery, turning her attention to the task at hand, she searches upon the shelves for the tiny multi colored glasses...seeing one in particular which seems to have more green in it, a as she pulls it down to her breasts a soft smile appears thinking that soon it will touch His lips…. carefully examining the vessel, making sure it is smooth and flawless ... seeing naught but perfection, amber eyes twinkle, she takes a rep cloth and gently wipes the oh-so small glass clean…placing it upon a silver tray…she then finds the small bottles of Turian liqueurs, reverently taking one down, she places it upon the tray as well….taking up the now filled tray and rests it upon one hip as she turns back to the busy Tavern.

She weaves her way amongst the tables and furs, her eyes looking upon His strong form, moving ever quicker, anxious to be back at His side, her treasure moist, breasts bouncing gently…..finally, reaching His boots, topaz lowers herself to her knees before Him, her thighs spread wide so He may see what is His, her belly on fire making her breathing shallow and quick….placing the tray upon the low table at His side, she lifts the bottle off, brings it to her lips…parting them, she allows her lips to wrap around the top of the bottle, a mischievous look in her eyes…then her small white teeth grip the cork and gently teases it out till it pops free.

Carefully pouring the sweet liqueur into the tiny glass, spilling not a drop...replaces the cork into the bottle and puts it on the tray should Master desire another later..... closing her eyes, counting to 3 as she wishes for His continued stamina, then slender arms raise and she places a slave kiss upon the rim, her heart beating even quicker....holding the bowl out to Him, lowering her head between her arms in respect* Master, topaz hopes the Turian Liqueur is to Your liking, and her serve somewhat pleasing
 

Sorp chowder

sorp is a shellfish, common esp. in the Vosk river,  it is similiar to an oyster and manufactures pearls.  sorp chowder is much akin to the urthen clam chowder, with added suls (potatoes), bosk milk, onions and such, served in a large clay bowl on a plate with added sa-tarna bread or rence crackers

jasma{LB}

~listening to the Master tell her that He wishes sorp chowder and sa-tarna bread.. girl nods head and speaks softly~

Yes, Master.. as You wish..

~pressing against knees.. rising upwards in a motion of sensual grace and exquisite beauty.. girl smooths down the folds of diaphanous silks as they cling over voluptuous curves.. hugging in just the right spots.. stepping back three paces.. pivoting.. slave glides from her Master's furs.. between the other low tables and pelts along the way.. the soft chime of slavebells marking each step with a haunting rhythm.. the sway of hips teasing in nature.. rocking gently to and fro.. small hands lift upwards and brushes back errant strands of sable that tickle their way over the bridge of nose.. peeking over soft shoulder through the strands of midnight.. slave gazes at the Master for an ehn before turning her head once more.. slipping into the servery.. moving behind the counter.. ~

  ~breathing in deeply as liquid pools of honeyed amber begin to glance around the room.. moving towards the low shelves.. sensual lips part slightly as slave begins to hum quietly.. she squats down to pull a tray from its area.. muscles rippling along thighs.. silks tightening their hold over kajira flesh.. nimble fingers take hold of the tray.. pulling it to her.. she rises back upwards.. holding it to the light.. not seeing any cracks upon the surface.. turning it over checking the bottom side.. slave smiles and grabs a rep cloth to clean the tray off from any dust bunnies that may have floated over the surface as it stayed on the shelf.. wiping it well.. she moves and places the tray upon the counter.. placing the container of softened butter upon the tray.. she begins to let dark pools of fiery passion roam the other shelving.. seeing where the bowls are.. spotting them.. slave reaches for one of the large clay bowls to put the hot chowder in.. running a fingertip across the rim of the first one as lifts it from its spot on the shelf.. girl brings it towards her.. the dark coloring with an etching of the Sardar Mountains upon it catches her attention.. moving it towards the inner area of smooth thighs.. touching the rim against flesh.. girl rotates it in a circle.. feeling for any chips or nicks that may cause harm to the One she serves.. a flash of warmth courses through veins.. moaning softly slave pulls the dish away.. taking the cloth.. cleaning the bowl well to take away any smudges or dust upon it.. she places it on the tray to the side before looking for a plate to place the bowl on.. ~

  ~the song she hums plays over and over in her mind as she works with dedicated passion.. happy to be allowed to serve.. a burning desire runs through her.. etching its way deep inside.. pulling a plate from its place on the shelf.. fingertips almost losing their grasp.. eyes widening and a sigh of relief comes from her.. girl's heart rate steadies as she looks it over carefully before wiping it as well with the cloth.. making sure the surface and edges are well cleaned.. slave sets it on the tray then lifts the bowl.. placing it *dead* center.. turning she moves to the cold room.. the tray left upon the counter for the brief ehn it will take.. hands teasingly caress the vertical handle of the chillery door.. wrapping around it.. tossing the wild strands of darkness behind.. eyes determined.. she breathes in deep as she tugs on the door.. feeling the sweeping caress of winters' kiss tease its way outwards along kajira flesh.. girl steps inside.. hurrying to the racks.. lifting a container of honey.. goosebumps felt like a thousand fingertips touching her.. shivering.. slave turns and leaves the assault of cold air behind.. stepping back into the servery... hip bumping back against the door.. listening as it closes behind her.. she holds the container of honey in her hands and sashays across the tiles towards the tray once again.. placing it to the side of the plate/bowl combination.. she bends down and takes hold of one of the wooden butter scrapers from the small pail from the bottom shelf.. lifting back up girl places it on the tray.. looks at what else is missing.. then turns to reach a fresh rep cloth folded in quarters.. setting it on the right hand side of the tray.. and a spoon for the Master to use for His chowder.. girl looks over each item carefully.. wanting Him pleased.. breathing in deep.. she lifts the tray and turns.. moving towards the fires.. ~

  ~a fire burning in her soul.. being called into service this day causing rippling effects to be felt inside.. moving to the warming racks where the bread is kept.. girl places the tray carefully against one hip.. balancing it well as her hand reaches towards the loaves of bread warming for the enjoyment of the Free.. tearing off a chunk of the bread in it's criss cross pattern.. girl places it on the plate with the still empty clay bowl.. the aroma of the bread inviting.. the tip of pink tongue slowly dragging over the fullness of lips.. thinking about the scrumptuous taste.. turning.. glancing at the flames with heat intensified eyes.. she holds the tray with both hands once again.. body as if being pulled by a magnetic force moving closer towards where a small kettle of sorp chowder is simmering slowly.. cooking to perfection.. the shellfish coming from the Vosk river.. breathing in deeply the scent already tickling nostrils before she approaches.. slave steps up to the pot.. taking the hydria that awaits to dip the delectable contents out.. girl rests the tray once again upon lush hip.. turning it out slightly.. one foot bent.. frame silhouetted by the flames.. passion ignited inside.. stirring the contents of the chowder.. suls, onions, bosk milk and the shellfish.. mixed with a delightful array of spices.. a perfect blending of the items... not one overpowering the other.. using the utensil.. she begins to measure the mixture into the clay bowl.. the steam tickling against features.. ladling one scoopful at a time.. she watches as the bowl fills up.. stopping as it nears the rim.. girl takes the hydria and taps it against the pot before placing it on the hook.. moving the tray around to her front against tum.. the weight increased now.. holding it steady.. slave turns.. dark pools peer out in the Tavern.. ~

  ~clutching the tray towards belly.. the rapid inferno of desire boiling inside the mere girl.. stepping as if walking upon a billowy cloud.. lush hips a provocative sway.. teasing.. the torch lighting from the tavern touching against flesh.. a gentle motion of head as she tips it back slightly.. feeling the cascading pool of spun like silk softness trickling down behind her.. collar tightening its hold on delicate neck.. the name of her Owner etched upon it.. a smile curls upon sweet sensual lips.. dark pools of a clear passionate desire gaze towards the One she serves.. copious orbs rise and fall with every breath she takes .. the only sounds heard are those of her beating slaveheart and the eerie melody jingling from slavebells locked tight around ankles.. her thoughts only on Him.. approaching.. slave melts to knees before the Master she has been called into service to.. creamy smooth thighs slide naturally wide apart as she places the tray between the apex.. His scent mingling with the tantalizing aromas of food.. a spasm felt deep within slavebelly.. a magnitude of heat inside slave.. sooty lashes veil over eyes filled with desire as they lower respectfully.. hands lightly brush the interior of thighs as they rest on the upper part for an ehn.. sultry voice lifts upwards to Him. ~

do You wish butter and or honey on Your bread this day, Master?

  ~the deep rumble of His voice awakens all senses in the girl as she hears the words, saying He wishes butter only on His sa-tarna bread.. a tremulous feeling causing the light hair follicles on arms and the back of her neck to stand up.. nodding head in acknowledgement of His words.. voice soft~

yes, Master as You desire..

~taking the container of softened butter.. using the butter scraper that is upon the tray.. girl dips it inside and slowly begins to butter the piece of bread.. covering it well.. not making it too thick.. happy in her status to serve Him.. placing the knife back down.. breaths quicken.. she wraps fingers around the tray and lifts it.. placing it against slavebelly.. showing where that desire to please and serve burns bright inside the simple slut.. trailing it upwards along curvaceous frame.. succulent mounds of supple flesh being grazed by the edges.. dusky rose tips knotting up in unabated desire.. soft moans escaping.. she feels each beat of slaveheart pound loudly in her chest.. continuing upwards.. breathing in the aromatic flavors.. the steam from the chowder causing moisture upon brows.. she says a prayer for His safety and health.. and raises the tray in offering to Him with its contents held.. including a spoon for Him.. head lowering between the extension of arms.. fingers tightening their hold.. the soft caress of sable works its way over shoulders to rest atop ample bosom.. her voice a husky purr~

slave brings You sorp chowder and sa-tarna bread this day, Master.. she hopes each are found pleasurable to Your palette and that it helps sate Your hunger.. girl also hopes that in some way that she has also been found pleasing by You..

Bazi tea; Bosk and bread; Fruit and cheese; Larma with syrup; Stuffed mushrooms

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