The Bazi Tea Ceremony is rich in tradition and symbolism. Take your time when going
through this serve.
first the steps, and then give an example of a serve.
step #1: go to the fireplace to check and see if enough water is boiling in the kettle.
If there is not enough, refill the kettle.
step #2: go to the sideboard and get the traditional teapot with three cups. the teapot,
and the cups, are delicate and porcelin, the cups are small.
step #3: take the teapot to the kettle and fill it. Allow the water to warm the pot and
then dump it back into the kettle. Refill the teapot with boiling water.
step #4: take the pot to the sideboard (counter). retrieve tea chest , This chest contains
native Gorean tea from Bazi. drop three pinches of leaves into the teapot, then replace
the chest.
step #5: add a good portion of red sugar to the first cup, yellow sugar into the second
cup, and both red and yellow sugar in the third cup.
step #6: return to the Patron with the cups containing the sugars and the teapot. pour
the tea into each cup individually and present to the Free Persons individually.
each cup has a different meaning.
the first cup is the cup of youth.
the second cup is the cup of the present.
the third cup is the cup of the future.
EXAMPLE:
the girl rises to her feet gracefully, backs three paces and turns to the fireplace,
checking that the kettle contains enough boiling water.... she smiles to herself and
turns to the sideboard..... rising upon the tips of her toes....she brings forth the
beautiful carved teapot.....and retrieves three small and delicate porcelin cups and
places them on the serving tray.....
she moves back to the firepit with the kettle and fills it with boiling water. she
allows the water to warm the pot and then dumps it back into the kettle...she refills
the teapot with boiling water and returns to the sideboard...then sets the teapot on
the serving tray and retrieves container of native Gorean tea from Bazi. a lovely
smile crosses her lips as she inhales the rich aroma. she drops three pinches of
the leaves into the water.
she turns her attention to the small cups as the tea deepens in color and richness....
and carefully examines each delicate cup, running a fingertip over the rims to detect
any imperfection that may detract from Master Laslo's pleasure..... satisfied,... she
wipes each cup carefully with her long golden tresses and places them upon the tray once
again.
she adds rocks of red sugar to the first cup, yellow sugar to the second. to the third
she adds rocks of each sugar. she lifts the lid to the teapot and inhales, smiles,
and replaces it before lifting the tray and turning back to the Master....walking
with a sensual grace
reaching the Master she kneels before in nadu, her thighs spreading as she sits upon
her heels.....and places the tray beside her on the floor eyes down....she takes the
first cup...and pours the tea into the cup and considers its meaning. she brings the
cup to her heart, holds it for three pounding beats, then lifts the cup to her lips.
she places a tender kiss of submission upon the rim...taking the tiniest of sips
then lifts the cup above her bowed head, saying, "Master, may this sweet tea remind
You of the days of Your youth, the happy days of innocence, days relaxing in the sun,
days learning and growing, and may this one's service bring You pleasure this day."
Master takes the cup and sips it, thinking back on His youth, and family, and childhood
friends long forgotten....He finishes the first cup of tea and hands it back to her
she takes it and sets it upside down on the tray......she prepares the second cup,
thinking of its signifigance, and brings it to her heart...... she raises it to her
lips and kisses the rim,...taking a tiny sip.....then lifts it above her head, saying,
"Master, may this tea remind You of the days of Your present, the days of Your glory
and accomplishments, of family and love, of hard work and satisfaction, and may this
one's service to You bring You pleasure as well.
Master takes the cup and drinks the tea, thinking of His homestone, of His family
and slaves, of those He loves. He finishes the tea and hands it back to her
she takes the cup and sets it upside down on the tray......then prepares the third
and last cup, thinking of its signifigance. she slowly brings it to her heart and
holds it for three pounding beats. she slowly raises it to her lips and places a
tender kiss of submission upon the rim.....taking a tiny sip.... her voice quiet
and pensive, she whispers to the Master, "may this tea, Master, fortell the days
of Your future...... Days of some pain but more happiness, days of some sadness,
but more joy, and of peace as Your days draw to an end....and may the service of this
slave bring You pleasure, as well."
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