This is by no means, a perfect serve, but simply the example of one of mine to Master, please do not copy it, as each of my serves are unique to my love and devotion to Master, but it is for reference only...thank you...

~~ hearing His words, she lowers her head to the floor at His feet, her soft hair shimmering over the black of His boots....her soft pink tongue lapping out as thanks that He allows her to serve Him....backing away and turning to crawl with the grace of a feline, she makes her way slowly to the servery, her hips swaying gently, presented to Him in the dim light, her soft golden locks falling to her face as she keeps low to the floor, her body moving with such a fluid motion....standing only upon reaching the serving area, and careful to spread her legs, allowing Him view of what He alone owns....she looks about, surveying the area, and begines to prepare his drink, iced tea, with lemon.....

her nakedness apparent in the soft light, she moves slowly about the small area, her collar snug to her slender throat, announcing her as Owned property....her slim hips, and slender form, a delight to His eyes, as she lifts her body up on tip toes to remove a tall tumbler from the shelf...the glass, blue in colour, tall and with a distinct shape, perfect for One so Wonderful, she lifts the glass to her chest, her firm breast enveloped as she begins to turn the rim around her flesh...knowing any cuts would surely hurt, but much rather herself than the blood of her Beloved Master....her nipples hardening from the friction on her body, she lingers the glass, letting out a soft moan..... before satisfied with it's perfection....setting it upon the counter, she turns to the ice box, and with her hip balancing the door, she removes a bowl with ice, a lemon, the jug of freshly brewed tea, and sets them all upon the counter....slim hand moving the chopping block, she removes a sharp knife, allowing the blade's silver to glint in the light...a soft whimper escaping her lips as she takes the blade's dull side, and runs it from throat to belly and down to the soft rise of her sex...thinking of His expertise with such a blade, how He plays her body well, and draws from it what he needs to feed...allowing herself to arch in the need to serve Him well, to allow Him the trust that he takes when running her body with a blade...whimpering, she lifts the blade to her lips and kisses it gently before slicing it through the tender flesh of the lemon....one finger coming up to trace the ~M~ that adorns her right breast, cut into her flesh by His own hand, shivers coursing through her as she smiles, and sets the knife gently down.....lifting a wedge of the lemon and dropping it into the glass, she sets another wedge aside for later, smiling softly, as she knows what to do....lifting the ice cubes, she drops two into the glass, the crackles causing goosebumps to dot her naked flesh, just hearing that noise....smiling more, as she pours the tea over the now ready glass.....taking just a touch of sugar and sprinkling it upon the top....putting away the items used, and wiping down the knife, she steps back...and thinks slowly what else to add...

reaching below the counter, her body bending with slow grace, her legs wide for Him to view her sweet, coated sex, seeing her want and need to please Him, wet at just the thoughts of His touch, as a good slut should....she grasps a simple yet elegant tray....silver, and wipes it free of all dust before placing a kiss to it's center....laying it upon the counter, she places the tea in the center, reaching for a blood red napkin, as well as some mint leaves, and a sweet white rose for purity....with the thorm of the rose's stem she carefully places it to her lips, allowing the thorn to prick only slightly, before lowering her lips to the white petals, and kissing softly, allowing her lifeline to spread itself brightly upon the white silky petals...licking her lip softly...she smiles, and sets the blood laden rose upon the tray....reaching for the slice of lemon she saved, she runs it over each nipple, allowing the bitter juices to make her senses wild with anticipation, her body alive in need for Him.....grasping the tray, it's sweet scents mingling....she walks lightly on her feet to Him, her bare soles just barely touching the floor...reaching His place, she lowers the tray to the floor, and arching her back, while eyes kept low, she raises the tea to each nipple , allowing the cool liquid to take the bitter juice from her breasts...bowing her head once again, she lifts the tray, glass upon it, and rises it above her, hoping her serve and devotion has pleased Him....with spread legs , she remains silent, awaiting His command~~~