NOTE the following are book serves examples ( 5 per page also please also refer to other sample serves )
Bazi tea; Bosk and bread; Fruit and cheese; Larma with syrup; Stuffed mushrooms
Very aromatic tea brewed fresh from Bazi leaves.
Traditionally in the Tahari, it is served hot and heavily sugared in three tiny
cups to be drunk in rapid succession. In the North, Bazi Tea is highly prized,
but served less formally as tea is served on Earth, for example.
In Goren Shores, one would gather a pitcher for the hot water and tea leaves as well as a lacquered tray, three tiny cups and the bowls of the yellow and white sugars. each of these items are in the servery. take the pitcher to the firepit to gather hot water to rinse it out first.. then to fill it again for the tea. take all items to the One you're serving, do one cup at a time, placing the tea leaves in each of the cups.. but then only adding white sugar to the first cup, since it isn't as sweet as the yellow sugars. signifying the bitter fruits of the first years of life/the heedless pleasures of youth
wait for the One you are serving to take the offered beverage and drink it as you prepare the second this time adding the yellow sugars to it.. signifying the maturity of One, the stumbling to attain this time in Their life, or Rarius at full power wait once more for Them to take it
the third cup is mixed with both the white and yellow sugars.. this one is to signify the fullness of life, old age and the comfort in achieving this milestone.
Tribesman of Gor page 38
The bazi tea serve is a very long serve.. when jaz wrote hers.. it took over an ahn to do so.. and that was without any interruptions.. It's the only one that a girl may c&p.. but even so.. the c&p does take time and it does still have to be individualized for the One that you are serving.. Since it is such a long serve.. only Those that have the time to remain for the full serve should order it.. It's very detailed and each cup holds a special meaning for the representation of life. Also would like to mention that it's an online adaptation like a japanese tea ceremony.
~pressing upwards in a motion of sensual fluidity.. slave steps back three paces and twirls softly on the balls of her feet.. tossing the length of sable mane behind her.. feeling it cascade gently to the curve of her back.. she glides across the tiles as if almost floating above them.. sweet hips sway provocatively side to side beneath the tightness of diaphanous silks.. the sound of slavebells echo in the room playing a haunting melody.. laying soft hands gently against slavebelly as she feels that flame inside begin to burn.. a sweet smile begins to play on the corners of ruby red lips.. slave steps lightly between the obstacles along the way and steps near silently into the servery.. ~
~humming softly to herself.. she moves to the low shelves and bends forward.. sheer silks ride up along well toned thighs.. the teasing hint of sweet ass shown.. reaching the small black laquered tray from the stack.. standing back up.. she holds it to the lighting.. carefully looking at the surface.. checking for even the smallest nick that may be upon it.. she smiles and takes a rep cloth and cleans it free from any dust that may be lingering on it.. placing it on the counter.. she looks upwards to the high shelves and reaches for a clay teapot for the tea and carefully checks it for small imperfections that would displease the One she has the pleasure of serving.. her breaths deep, even.. she cleans the outside of the pot and moves to the fire pit .. she ladles hot water into it carefully in order to prewarm it as well as clean the inside out.. turning.. she moves back to the counter and sets it down for a moment as she continues preparing for the serve.. ~
~liquid pools of sunlight begin to dance softly in the room as she takes a small jar of bazi tea leaves and places them on the tray.. then reaching for the containers of white and yellow sugars she sets them on the tray as well one on each side of the tea leaves.. lifting eyes to the shelves.. she carefully scans the small cups for tea.. hoping that the three she chooses will be found pleasing to the Master's sight.. seeing the ones embossed with warriors in battle.. she smiles brightly and presses against the counter.. raising up on tip toes.. vaporous silks cling deliciously against voluptuous frame.. heart shaped bottom peeking out teasingly from beneath them as she lifts an arm upwards and begins to bring one of the little cups at a time down to her.. setting each on the tray till she is holding the last one in soft hands delicately.. slave reaches her hand towards the loop on her left shoulder and unties it.. feeling the sheer material fall below exquisite orbs.. the air gently laps out against supple flesh causing the skin around nipples to pucker under it's touch.. taking one cup at a time she runs the rim of each against the turgid peaks.. checking carefully for the most minute flaw that could cause harm to the lips of the One she's serving.. stifling a low moan of desire.. she shivers slightly and pulls the final cup away as each are found flawless.. retying the knot.. she takes the cloth and polishes each one to a shine and sets them down on the tray in a perfect line.. ~
~swishing the water around in the teapot she empties it out.. wipes the droplets off the side and turns once more to the firepit.. the flames dance against the wall.. the hunger inside slavebelly rapidly growing like a blazing inferno. she refills the pot with the boiling water and places the ladle back on the hook.. frame silhouetted by the fire.. she turns and moves back to the counter where she places the teapot on the tray.. off to the side of the three cups.. lifting it carefully.. she turns and holds it near taut tum.. dark pools close for an ehn as she wipes all thoughts out of her mind and places total concentration on the One she serves.. opening liquid pools she steps softly along the tiles in the servery and emerges back into the main area of the tavern.. gently tossing ebony tresses behind her.. the soft lighting of the torches and tharlarion oil lamps cast shadows around her.. gently surrounding her with it's delicate touch.. she glides with a graceful sensuality across the flooring.. lush hips roll sweetly back and forth.. keeping in rhythm to the sound of slavebells in their melody.. ample bosom rises and falls with every breath she takes.. that passion inside slave tickles her insides.. moving between the low tables and furs along the way.. she glances at Him quickly and lets out a heated breath as she approaches.. fingers seem to tighten their hold on the tray as she melts to knees before Him.. His scent permeating in the room around her.. silken thighs parting on their own.. widely.. for His pleasure.. she places the tray between them.. ~
~taking the lid off the bazi tea leaves.. a girl places three small pinches in each of the exquisite little cups and recloses the jar.. brown pools intense.. concentrating.. she places a measure of the white sugar into the first cup and lifts the teapot and gently pours the hot water into the cup.. making sure she don't spill any of the liquid.. lowering it back to the tray.. she wraps dainty hands around the first cup and gently swishes it around to mix the tea and the sugar together.. the white sugar not as sweet as the yellow.. her mind races back to the flames of first passion.. bittersweet.. the wildness of youth.. taking things for granted.. the constant learning.. she closes dark pools and lets all the memories flood through her then slave reopens eyes.. slowly trailing it upwards along lithe frame.. and letting the cup rest between the valley of full breasts.. slave counts four beats of her strong slaveheart and then lifts it to slightly parted ruby red lips where she places a sensual kiss on the rim.. and prays for the Master's continued safety and health.. keeping soft hands tightly around the vessel.. she dips head as arms extend fully upwards.. holding the first cup in offering to Him.. her voice a soft caress lifts upwards.. ~
jaz offers You this first cup of bazi tea in hopes that it brings back the memories of the first fruits of life.. gained by the hard work of Others as the learning process was taking place.. lessons learned.. the wildness of youth.. and first loves.. and all that comes with heartache and pain..
~feeling Him take the first cup of tea from her hands.. she lowers arms and begins to prepare the second cup.. adding a measure of the yellow sugars to the cup.. she takes the teapot and tips it slightly as the water begins to pour.. filling up the vessel to right below the rim.. she places the teapot down once more as she gingerly lifts the second cup up.. dark eyes of heated passion close momentarily as she swirls the cup gently back and forth.. mixing the yellow sugar that is sweeter than the white in with the tea leaves.. her mind once more races.. the joys that comes with adulthood.. the thrill of achieving things on one's own.. by their own hand.. but knowing that hard work truly has paid off.. she opens soft brown eyes and traces the familiar path up kajira frame.. pausing between supple mounds of flesh as she counts out four beats of strong slaveheart.. bringing it to sinfully red lips.. she places a lingering kiss to the rim and prays for safety, health and happiness.. lifting slavearms up as head lowers between them.. she holds the second cup to Him in offering as the long tresses of sable mane fall over shoulders gently.. her voice lifts up in a sweet tone to Him~
slave extends the second cup of tea to You in hopes it washes out the bitterness of the first cup and reminds You of mid life.. the things that were gained by the work of Your own hand.. the joys and tribulations of that sense of accomplishment.. Your growth and understanding of things around You as You reached this part of Your life..
~the warmth of His hand once more reaches to take the second cup of tea.. a rush of desire courses through her.. tingling from the light caress of His touch as He removes the cup from her small hands.. she lowers arms once more as He drinks from this cup while she prepares the final one.. placing a measure of both the white and yellow sugars inside the vessel and then takes the teapot of hot water and pours it inside the final cup.. watching as the colour of the water changes as the tea seeps.. she fills it to right below the rim and sets the pot back on the tray once more as she takes the third cup and begins to move hands slowly back and forth as she mixes the sugars in.. the passion inside burning bright as she thinks on the meaning of what the final cup represents.. the full understanding of what life has brought.. of knowing that at times even the strongest person may need help along the way and that it's ok to ask for it.. the inner peace of attaining this final phase.. she smiles softly and pulls the cup near slavebelly.. the warmth tickling inside.. the growing fire within... her desire to please and serve flows abundantly.. she traces the cup up along voluptuous frame.. heat seeking tips poke against the sheer encasement that surrounds copious orbs.. her breaths deepen.. she pauses near their fullness as she counts four more beats of slaveheart.. love.. passion.. devotion.. respect.. eyes watching as the steam rises.. swirling.. crossing in front and making a pattern as if a flower coming to full bloom.. another representation.. she lifts the cup to full, sensual lips and places a seductive kiss on the rim.. breathing in the aroma of the tea.. letting it fill her senses with the sweetness of the beverage.. she prays silently for safety, health, love and all good things that come in life is extended to the Master.. head lowering between arms as they fully extend upwards to Him.. holding the final cup in offering to Him.. succulent mounds of supple flesh rise and fall as her breathing intensifies.. her voice a sultry caress lifts up to His ears as she speaks~
the final cup of bazi tea is offered to You in hopes it may bring You contentment and inner peace that comes from the golden years.. knowing the fruits of labor spent have been sought out and well defined.. knowing that all aspects of one's life has to be learned in order to grow to be achieved in these final phases of old age.. she hopes that You found the tea pleasing to Your palette even with the first cup that was more bitter than the others.. and she also hopes You found pleasure in her serve to You, Master..
Bosk and bread
One of the most common food serves in GS, roasted bosk (like beef) is over the fire on a spit and now due to a change of rules in GS, a slave may now use the butcher knife and cut/slice a slab of the bosk from the roast, same thing would apply if it was tarsk (pork) roast, verr (goat) roast, tabuk (venison) roast, vulo (chicken) or any other type of roasted meat. these meats are always served with bread, this can be sa-tarna bread or black bread but traditionally sa-tarna bread is served in GS unless told otherwise by the One you serve. make sure you ask the Master if He wishes honey and/or bosk butter with His bread, He may also request fried suls (like potatoes) with His meal
~saf keeps deep blue/green eyes lowered as the Master tells her of His desire for a meal of roasted bosk, she rises gracefully and takes three small steps back from Him, then spins nimbly on the balls of her small feet, scampering to the servery, pale yellow silks drift upward over creamy white flanks awarding Him with a teasing peek at the curve of her heart shaped ass~
~she pauses before the cupboard, brushing copper locks back from her delicate features as her azure eyes move upward, scanning the shelves for a platter befitting the handsome Master, pools glimmer as they light upon one
on the high shelves, a rich green of the forest banded with gold and she moves closer, pressing her belly to the counter as she reaches high above her head, lush lips pout as it eludes her, leg muscles pull taut as she rises to tip toes and her soft purr of arousal floats across the room as her heat brushes against the hard ledge, heightening her need to please Him~
~saffy smiles triumphantly as the platter slides between her fingers and she pulls it to her lush curves as she slips down to her feet, placing the dish carefully on the counter, she bends at the waist, wiggling her ass as she searches for a tray, small hands pull a large hammered silver serving dish from the many and she holds it up to the flickering firelight, admiring its beauty and flawlessness, she sets the tray down, grinning mischievously at the Master as she draws one long shapely leg up to the ledge, pulling the silks high and rubs the rim of the deep green plate against the pale flesh of her inner thigh, checking carefully for any flaws, she sighs as no mars tear at her tender flesh, then lowering her leg and taking up a fresh rep she polishes both platters to a dazzling gleam~
~lush hips sway seductively as she heads to the cold room, her eyes narrow as she eyes the massive door, fingers caressing the long handle as if trying to appease the icy breath that will assault her frame, she bites berry
colored lips, inhaling as she tugs at the entryway, gasping as her body is cloaked in frigid air that makes her soft nubs rise to fiery points under the sheer coverings, she scampers inside, grabbing up a bowl of bosk butter and flees the room, slamming the door with a might push of her hip~
~the heat from the fires calls to the slave, her movements a sensual dance of service for the Master, the flickering firelight plays over her, turning pale flesh a rich gold as she places some butter in a pan, adding suls and a
bit of salt and placing them to the flames to quickly cook, her nostrils flare as the aroma teases her, and she licks full lips as she turns to select several thick juicy slices of meat for the Master and places them upon the plate, tummy grumbling in rebellion to the scents as she breaks off two chunks of bread and adds them to the platter, decorating the platter with crispy crackling wedges of the now cooked suls. saf places the honey and butter on the tray, then hefts the heavy platter and holds it low on her belly, pressing it to her as she slips across the servery, peeking thru
lowered lashes at the One she is serving~
~her long strides bring her quickly across the room, silky thighs flashing as the hem of her skirt hikes up under the edge of the tray, her long russet curls dance over the swell of her rump and firm breasts press against their confines, the nubs hard and inviting, dark against the light material, she slips to her knees before Him, thighs spreading wide to Him as she sits back upon her heels and straightens her back, the ko~lar round her neck glittering in the low light, her fingers grasp the plate, pulling it to her lush curves and she whimpers as she rocks against it, her lust filled pools
hidden from the Master, the plate moves slowly along her curves, firing her blood all the more and she pauses at her wildly beating heart to whisper a soft prayer to the Priest Kings for the Masters continued health, lush lips part as the plate moves to them for a kiss to the edge and as her arms rise to the Master, her red/gold capped head drops between them and she whispers in a soft sensual voice~
Master, safora hopes You find the meal filling and pleasurable and find some pleasure in the girls humble serve
Fruit and cheese
This platter should contain at least 3 kinds of fruits, more is even better and arranged deliciously with bite size chunks of cheese, verr cheese is the perfect accent for a fruit platter as it is sharp and a bit crumbly, like a cross between feta and cheddar. possible fruits would be a selection of ta- grapes, ramberries, tospit, larma, redfruit, plums, apricots, and or dates
~hearing the booming voice of the Master echo in her ears as He commanded she bring forth a platter of cheese and fruit to feed His hunger slightly she trembled as her head nodded gently to Him. rising up from the furs with feline grace the young, blonde beauty slowly eased backed before turning on balls of a tiny foot. moving off toward the servery her body a beautiful display of slave flesh. firm, round breasts strained against the sheer material that would imprison them. gentle flowing redness clinging to each supple curve of her devive body giving Men reason to stop and stare~
~entering the servery eyes of ocean blue that had been hidden beneath a fall of long lashes now lifted so she might gaze upon the shelf where platters lined the wall. cooing softly, a large clay platter caught her eye. on it's surface had been hand painted a slave kneeling before a Master in the submission position. talender smiled at the beauty of the platter then rose to tip toes. her lean body stretching upward, crimson silks creeping upward along sweet flesh to further expose her charms to the eyes of Those who looked upon her. reaching a delicate hand out she grasped the large platter and pulled it from the safety of it's home on the shelf. eyes roaming over it still in awe of it's perfection as she lowered to stand tall and proud once more. lifting the hem of silks high to wipe the platter off before setting it to the counter top. pivoting to the left she slinked off to the cold room where she knew she'd find fresh fruit already sliced and peeled, bosk cheese cubed and verr cheese sliced thanks to the kettle slaves of the tavern~
~tugging open the heavy door she gasped. a cool blast of air quickly washed over heated flesh. ramberry nipples grew taut, pushing against sheer silks. chills raced up her spine causing goosepimples to rise on tender flesh. not hesitating she quickly entered and moved about, inhaling all the wonderful delights of different aromas. eyes searched the room looking for that which she seeked. she smiled seeing an array of fruits in different barrels and on large trays covered with cheese cloth to keep them fresh. she found a tray of sliced melon that was nearly empty and she picked it up. on this tray she piled sliced larma, sliced peaches, tospits, dates, ta~grapes, ramberries, cubed bosk cheese and sliced verr cheese. steadying the tray in one hand as she exited the cold room, her free hand snaked out and closed the door snuggly behind her. humming softly to herself she made way back to the counter and the platter she had left there. she eased the tray down onto the counter then began arranging the various fruits and cheeses on the clay platter. she started with sliced larma, followed by the sliced melon then sliced peaches, creating a rainbow affect of delicious beauty. next came the tospits, then plump ta~grapes followed by juicy ramberries and dark dates. finally in the center of the platter she arranged the bosk and verr cheese. the combination was a site to behold and surely the mixed flavors enough to delight Anyone's taste buds. lifting the platter with both hands she snuggled it close to the flat of her belly and started her journey to the Master's feet~
~the sensual sway of her hips as she walked toward was no doubt enough to send Man flying into a fit of lust and want. her eyes now smoldering with the hunger of slave for Master roamed over His strong body then feel to worn leather of large boots. she began to tremble as His scent filled her nostrils. each step closer to Him His mere presence consumed her driving her deeper into that hunger to be touched. gracefully she lowered to kneel before Him. the firmness of her heart shaped ass relaxed back on heels. silken thighs spread invitingly wide, her body now open in full bloom to the
roaming of His eyes. arching her back the ripeness of her breasts nearly leaping from their confines. her head high and proud as gentle yet lusty gaze still lingered over booted feet. slowly she guided the platter along shapely curves past her belly that burned hotter than paga on gor, upward to the swell of heaving breasts for 3 beats of a slave's heart upon the 3rd beat her head bowed and arms raised offering the platter to He whom she served. softly her sweet voice whispered~
Master this girl hopes that this food pleases Your palette as it nourishes Your body and may this girl's serve have been pleasing to Your eyes
Larma with syrup
The larma is luscious. it has a rather hard shell but the shell is brittle and easily broken, within the fleshy endocarp, the fruit sliced, is delicious and very juicy, but often served with a thick sugary syrup to make it even sweeter, arrange slices to a small plate with perhaps a ramberry or two for a colorful garnish. it is said that a slave that serves a Master larma without His request is begging to be used by Him
*as elicia kneels upon the furs she hears the Masters
request for larma... a sweet smile comes to the girls lips as she nods and rises
from the plush softness of the furs she kneels upon she steps to the chilled
stones.. her small feet dance her across the tavern towards the servery.. the
shadows of the room cast sensual fingers along the girls curvaceous form like
the hands of a Master caressing a girls flesh as He pulls her to Him*
*elicia enters the servery soft brown eyes begin the search for a small plate held on the lower shelves she gently bites her lip as she searches... one catches the girls eyes she slowly bends down her slender form legs held straight but playfully parted her ass rising in the air the muscles of her legs taut accenting their sensual form as she bends down further she looks back to the Master her long wild mane draped to the floor as her eyes seek Him out she lets a devilish grin come to soft ruby lips a small delicate hand glides around her belly and over the sensual curve of her ass slowly in sweet deliberation of pure pleasure as her hand caresses the warm silken flesh of her ass she blushes for a moment as the hand glides down her thigh and back around her body .. she slowly turns her attention back to plate she lets a finger glide around the edge that she can touch before she takes hold of it and pulls it free from it's place*
*the girl slowly rises her silks shear and soft glide back down along the slope of her ass a cascade of wild mane finds the sensual arch of her back like the path of a water fall as it flows down in a gentle wave of amber curls spun with strands of cold weave into her mane with the fingers of the sun.. she turns and faces the Master tilting her head back her neck arching the soft glisten of her kolar as the girls body begins a slow dance her hips moving in slow sensual circles as if a sweet slow sensual drum beats some where close she feels the first touch of the rim to her belly as it turns around and around like the tongue of a Master as it might tease a ripe nipple slow and deliberate lingering with sweet pleasure as the plate glides along her hot flesh.. the girl searches desperately for flaws finding non she pulls it from her body awaken from a sensual trance the girl breathes deeply her heart racing wildly as she polishes it with a rep cloth and turns on her heels and pads to the cold room*
*a small hand takes hold of the large door and with great strength the girl opens it... her body is wrap in the frosty arms of winter as the thick air of the chilled room rushes over her body chilling her hot flesh her nipples tighten to the chilled air as the girl quickly steps in she gathers some lovely red ramberries for garnish and sets them to the plate for now and fetches a large larma a small hand wrapping around the hard shell and holding it carefully as the girl turns on her toes and slips from the chilled room and with a playful push closes the heavy door behind her and returns to the
*the girl sets the plate back to the counter as well as the larma.. with care the girl takes a small knife and peals back the hard rind of the fruit the sweet aroma rising to the girl as the juice drips from the fruit she begins to thinly slice it and lay it to the plate in a swirling circular pattern.. placing down the last slice the girl sets the small ramberries around the middle she looks to the Master and blushes as she slowly twirls a finger first along her left then her right nipple leaving behind a sweet treat of juice for the Master if so desired the girl then licks her fingers cleaned humming softly as she licks and sucks clean each finger a sweet sassy sway to hips she then wipes down the counter.. fetching a small jug of sweet syrup she slowly lets it pour to the larma adding an additional sweet glisten to the fruit.. with a twist of her wrist she stops the flow and sets the jug back to it's place near the spices in the servery she lifts the small plate
in both hands and twirls upon her toes with a gentle glide a sweet sway of full breast and the sensual song of slave bells as her hips sway brings music to them the girl returns to the tavern weaving between tables and furs as she
makes her way towards the Master*
*slipping down to her knees upon His furs the small plate coming to her knees as her ass gently rests upon her heels the girls back held straight trundles of curls fall down her back and over her shoulders teasingly brushing along
her breast the girl slowly begins to glide the plate along her silken thighs feeling them part with the soft kiss of the furs along her legs she leans back a bit her hips rising as she dances the plate up and over her sweet sex rising up the rim catching the edge of her silks lifting them as the plate dances along the flat of her belly as she lifts it to her full voluptuous breasts nipples still glisten with sweet juice of the larma.. she holds it near her wildly beating heart saying a soft prayer for the Master before she lifts it to lush ruby lips she lets them linger to the rim before she lifts it... her head bowing between her arms curls falling to sun kissed shoulders her voice rises like a sweet sensual kiss as she purrs*
Master elicia hopes this larma with sweet syrup brings You pleasure and in some small way elicia's serve was also pleasing
stuffed with tarsk sausage
Mercenaries of Gor page 83
...pleasure shivers along the delicate curve of a girl`s spine at being permitted to serve...
...rocking forward she brushes a soft kiss along the back of her Master`s strong hand before rolling gracefully to her feet...the chiming song of slave bells playing sweet harmony to the whisper of silk as she steps back three paces before spinning towards the main tavern...a l`il tornado of sky blue silk and sunset curls...
...weaving a winding trail through the gathered patrons, she makes her way swiftly towards the servery...cleverly avoiding the assorted tables, chairs and long out-stretched legs in her path...the flickering shadows of the tavern playing softly around her slender frame...
...skidding to a breathless halt in the servery, she pauses to get her bearings...lifting one small hand to brush the tumbled bangs from wide expressive eyes...her mind alive with all that is needed...
...bending to peer beneath the long counter, she squints into the shadows, catching site of a heavy iron skillet she reaches inwards...muttering softly under her breath as she crawls deeper attempting to reach the vessel...muffled thuds track her progress till she imerges, triumphant... ...holding the errant pan firmly in her grip...
...humming softly, she carefully dusts the pan free of lint and goobers before setting it to heat by the fire...spinning about, she heads to the cold room to retrieve the necessary ingredients...mushrooms...ground bosk meat...creamed cheese...onions...l`il arms overflow as she staggers back to the servery...the job taking several trips before a girl nudges the heavy door shut with her cute l`il bumper...
...tossing her head in a vain attempt to dislodge the errants strands from wide eyes as she settles the heavy skillet carefully near the heat...the thickly ground bosk meat is added first...her l`il nose wrinkling slightly as the goo oozes through small fingers...sizzling noises immediately fill the room...moving quicker now, she adds small pieces of onion and seasonings to flavour the cooking meat before turning her attention to the mushrooms on the counter...a contagious smile curving her sweet mouth as she works...irreverant thoughts flitter aimlessly through her scatter brain as she breaks off the stem bits to mulch up finely...her movements sure and practiced, she drains the grease from the cooked meat into a small trap alongside the fire and adds the fragrant fare to the mushroom bits...working the ingredients thoroughly she mixes the stuffing before adding cheeze...her smile laced with satisfaction as the aroma fills the air...using a small spoon, she fills the l`il mushroom caps with the cooked mixture and melted cheese...carefully placing the tempting morsels in a pleasing arrangement on her tray before drawing the tray protectively against the taut skin of her middle and spinning back towards the lure of her Master...moving slower this time to avoid flinging food bits about...
...ghosting through the familiar shadows of her home, a girl makes unerringly for the great raised dais and the kajira-melting Master waiting there... ...drifting to her knee`s before Him...l`il shivers chase along the delicate curve of her spine as she feels His gaze moving over her...His eyes as tangible as a touch...
...gathering her spinning senses, she draws the vessel up
over interesting kajira bits...pausing for long moments over the steady beat of
her slave heart then lifting the vessel to brush a soft loving kiss against the
rim before raising the tray above her head...dark lashes drift down to shelter
soft adoring eyes as she lowers her gaze respectfully...her voice soft and husky
on the cool evening wind...
...Master...Your girl prays that You find this fare and this girl`s service to You pleasurable and satisfying this night...
ABOUT GOREAN SHORES
HISTORY of GOREAN SHORES
COUNCIL of CAPTAINS
PATRONS of GOREAN SHORES
KAJIRAE of GOREAN SHORES
ROOMS of GOREAN SHORES
MANUAL - FREE
ADVICE - MASTERS
ADVICE - FREE WOMEN
LOCATION - MAPS
ANIMALS - PLANTS of GOR
FOODS & DRINKS of GOR
QUOTES - PORT KAR
FORUMS & PROTOCOLS
KAJIRAE or SLAVES PAGES
ADDITIONAL SLAVE RULES
QUICK SERVE NOTES
BOOK SERVES SAMPLES
SILKS & SLAVE TRAINING
SILKS & GARMENTS
THE JOY of SLAVERY
ADVICE - VISITING SLAVES
- Cool Room - Fire-pit Description
SLAVE NOTES - NEWS etc:
ENTER GOREAN SHORES