Poems Songs of a chained heart Guidelines To play the game, for a slave, means to obey the rules... Fiction Work of fantasy, these stories are dreams, scenes imagined and events wished to become reality

Friends Art My Submission Main Ink on Paper Faces of Me Awards Updates Site Map Guestbook *slowly she rises from the serving furs, she curtseys low and speaks in a clear voice* yes Master cold ka-na-la. *she walks gracefully across the beautiful Gorean landscape, her red silks flowing like tiny flames of glowing flames behind her, her body shimmering through the sheer material, the light of the three moons casting down on her like a spotlight, reaching the servery, she gently pushes the door open and enters, leaving it wide behind her so that the Master may watch her prepare His drink* *she walks quickly to the shelf, reaching high, she grabs a worn sterling goblet and pulls it down, her silks rising up her tanned thighs revealing the tight curves of her lower bottom, she picks up a white silk polishing cloth and rubs it along the top of the glass, reaching in deeper, cleaning it free from any dust and impurities, pulling the goblet to her soft chest, slowly sliding the rim around her tender erect nipples, the coolness sending gentle shivers across her tiny body, she checks for flaws to be sure it is perfect for the Master's lips, it runs along the dark firmness of the tips of her breast, easily making it harder, her belly begins to tremble with desire knowing that His lips will soon touch the very same place on the brim, she sets the goblet back on the counter, turning swiftly on her heels, she walks into the coolery, feeling her upper thighs slide easily from the warm wetness* *she pulls the coolery door hard, opening it with the sound of a snapping seal, she finds the bota hanging on the wall, and carefully pulls it off, sure not to break it, turning once again, she closes the door with one swift swing of her shapely hip, listening to it shut hard, gripping the bota tightly, she returns to the counter, raising it to her dark moist lips, she grabs the top of the bots with her white teeth and hungrily rips it off, turning and dropping the cork in the trash next to her, she watches it fall slowly from her warm mouth, shining from her sweet saliva* *she raises the bots in one hand, the shining goblet in another, tilting it slightly, she pours the dark fluid in slowly, her mouth filling as she watches it, eyes longing to taste what He drinks, she slowly tips the goblet back upwards as it fills, listening to the tiny bubbles popping gently, she throws the empty bota to the side, and pulls the silver serving tray from the bottom shelf, picking the silk cloth up again, she wipes it, rubbing hard to make it shine for Him, gently leaning over, her firm round breasts pressing together and slightly peeking out from her silks, she grabs a fresh crisp white linen and places it on top of the tray, centering it perfectly, then gently putting the goblet onto it, noticing how the beautiful silver matches and blends, separated only by the thin white cloth, she raises the tray high over her head and turns on her heels to return to the Master* *walking swiftly and gracefully from the servery, she feel the cold Gorean grass beneath her feet, it chills her bare feet and a small shiver runs up her long smooth legs, she lets her shapely hips sway seductively as she feels the passion from the serve, her head held high and her bright eyes cast low, knowing she is merely a slave, she smiles softly thinking that she is a temptress to His eyes for this brief moment that she approaches Him* *she reaches Him, lowers her petite body, careful with the tray, she raises it high above her head, slender arms extended, dropping her head between them, she whispers softly His prayer* please Lord, allow this to fill the Master’s body entirely, to provide Him with the strength He need to fight His battles, and feed His love and compassion, watch over Him and keep Him safe, amen. *she lowers the goblet to her belly, allowing it to rest for 3 ihns, her tummy trembles hard feeling the cold goblet, then raising it to her chest, holding it to her heart for 3 full beats, showing her love and devotion with her slave heart, she whispers* Master would it please You for this slave to test the drink for You? *He answers* ....Yes girl. *she raises her head, lifting the sparkling goblet to her sweet lips, she parts them slightly and sips the dark liquid, feeling it run down her throat as it cools her insides, she whimpers softly tasting the drink she has longed to taste....His....His drink, waiting for 5 full ihns, making sure it has no poison, she raises the goblet high.....whispers softly* may You find this pleasing Master, this slave hope she has served You well and has given You pleasure in her serve Master. *she offers the goblet full of cold ka-na-la, both tiny hands holding it tightly, her bright green eyes cast low......