SERVING

"They called for more wine and paga and Eta, and I, too, hastened to serve them. We, two, moved among them. I, too, now served then in the firelight. I would pour paga, which I carried, into a goblet, kiss it, as was expected, and give it to the man.

"Paga!" called my captor.

I almost fainted. I went to him and, shaking, poured paga into his goblet; I was terrified that I might spill it; it was not only that I feared, should I spill the beverage, that I might be beaten for my clumsiness; it was even more than I wished to appear graceful and beautiful before him; but I shook, and was awkward; the paga sloshed in the goblet but, as my heart almost stood still, it did not spill; he looked at me; I was a clumsy girl, and a poor slave; I felt so small and unworthy before him; I was not only a girl, small and weak before these mighty men; I was not even a good slave. Trembling, I extended the goblet to him. He did not take it. I shrank back, confused. I did not know what to do. I realizes then that I had, in my confusion and distress, forgotten to place my lips upon the goblet in subservience. I quickly pressed my lips to the goblet, kissing it. Then, suddenly, as I was to hand it to him, I boldly, again, lifted the goblet's side to my lips. Holding it in both hands, I kissed it again, lovingly, delicately, fully, lingering, my eyes closed. I had never kissed a boy on Earth with the helplessness and passion that I bestowed upon the mere goblet of my Gorean captor. I belonged to him. I was his. I loved him! I felt the metal of the cup beneath my full, pressing lips. I opened my eyes. I proffered, tears in my eyes, the cup of paga to my captor. It was
though, with the cup, I was giving myself to him. Yet I knew I needed not give myself to him, for I was his, and a slave girl; he could take me whenever he wished me. He took the cup from my hands, and dismissed me." Slave Girl of Gor, 68-69

" 'Now take the goblet,' he said, 'and hold the metal against your body, pushing inward.'

I took the goblet held it, tightly, to my body. I held the round, heavy metal against me, below my brassiera.

'Lower,' he said, ' against your belly.' I then held the goblet lower. 'Press it more inward,' he said.

I did so. I can still feel the cold metal against me, firmly, partly against the silk of my undergarment, partly against my belly.

'Now,' said he, 'lift the goblet to your lips and kiss it lingeringly, then proffer it to me, arms extended, head down.'
Fighting Slave of Gor, 19.

Why is a serve important?
A serve is important because it is one of the most common actions of a slave girl (or boy) in the public eye. It is the time for the slave to shine, to woo the Masters and show off a girl's skill and devotion to the serve. It is also a time for a slave girl to make her Master proud of her when she brings honor to His collar. There is nothing sweeter than one Master complimenting another Master on the actions of His slave.

The 7 basic steps of a serve :
1. Going to the serving area
2. Choosing/getting a drinking vessel
3. Checking and cleaning the vessel
4. Getting/Preparing the drink or food
5. Returning to the Master
6. Kneeling position
7. Actual serve

1. Going to the serving area.
- Weaving your way through the furs carefully to the serving wagon...
- Padding quietly over the wooden floor of the serving wagon...

2. Choosing/getting a drinking vessel or serving plate
Once you decide on the drinking vessel (goblet, bowl, mug or horn), you need to get it from the shelves. This is a good time to show off a bit of yourself - either as blatantly or subtly as you wish, and as much as is allowed by your "status" (kettle or pleasure). Usually the vessel is up high or down low to add an effort when getting it.

3. Checking the vessel and cleaning the vessel
Checking the rim of the vessel is done to prevent any harm coming the the lips of the Master being served. This is checked on the body of the slave (the exact spot depending on the "status of the slave, kettle or pleasure). Cleaning the vessel shows that you care about getting the best for the Master you are serving. You can clean the vessel with a rep cloth or hem of your silks, or even with your hair

4. Getting/Preparing the drink or food.
This is one of the more intricate steps to a serve. Many of the drinks have their particular way of being prepared, dependent on their storage....kalana in bottles in the serving wagon or the chilling pit, paga in botas, ale in casks, etc. More information can be found on the "Drinks" page. Food should be arranged carefully on a plate.

5. Returning to the Master
Returning to the Master is also a time to show off and to focus the attention on you and the Master you serve. This alerts the Master that He is now coming to the center of your attention. Be descriptive in the movement of your body as you return to the main fires and move to the feet of the One you are serving.

6. Kneeling position/posture
This is self explanatory. When returning to the one you are serving, you ALWAYS kneel before Him or Her. If you are serving food and will offer to feed the One you are serving, you still kneel and then beg permission to rise to the lap of the One you are serving. Before serving the drink, ask Visitors if they wish the drink tested. Members usually will assume the drinks are unsophisticated.

7. Actual serve
There are two parts to the actual serve - the physical motion and a spoken blessing. In the physical motion - the vessel must be brought to the slave's heart (to show devotion) and then, if the drink is to be tested, a small drop is taken by you by pouring it into the open mouth, waiting five beats of your heart to insure the safety of the drink before offering it to the One you are serving. Once sure that no poisons are found in the drink, or food, place a kiss to the side of the vessel if you wish, but never let the rim touch your lips and offer the vessel to the One you are serving. The actual serve may take a couple of posts.
Once the vessel has been accepted, ask if you may offer anything further. If nothing more is desired, back away and busy yourself with the duties of a slave.

Some additional thoughts and tips
1. Always acknowledge the Master's command for service. This is a very short post, simply acknowledging that you have heard the command and are responding.
2. Keep posts a reasonable length, usually no more than 7-8 lines.
3. NEVER cut and paste ANY portion of a serve. It is terribly lazy and it will be noticed.
4. Tailor the serve to the Master AND the place.
If need be - whisper to the Master (asking permission first) to get his particular likes and dislikes. Many Masters have very particular expectations in the serving of their drinks.
5. Add details like wrinkling your nose at the smell of the paga or shivering at the cold goblet of the kalana touches your skin. Make your own trade mark. Details make the serve more interesting... and that helps you stand out.
6. Always ask permission before using knives..
7. When serving food, always mention arranging it in a pleasant manner to suit the taste of the One you serve.

each dainty step sure .. her shoulders drawn back slightly upturned breasts rise in offering to the three moons.. slender hands trace a path up gentle curves.. teasingly tracing pert nipples sending a shiver of unspent passion to rock her very soul.. long delicately tapered fingers comb through long tresses causing them to fall in a cascade of molten black gold to the top of her taut ass.. well tones thighs ripple softly with each graceful step she takes up the low rise into the wagon..turning to peak back over her shoulder.. long sooty lashes fall to kiss her flushed cheeks.. darkest pools of inky black onyx fall upon the frame of her Master.. her small heart skipping a beat as she realizes the love she holds for Him alone..

her body tremble as His eyes fall upon that which He own.. His eyes following her into the wagon.. relying upon only her unbridled beauty to hold that gaze she turns moving in all but silence as she pads across the cold floor of the wagon the shelves to her left.. the slight rustle of leathers teasing across peaked slave flesh and the sad chimes of the tiny silver bells singing out into the nite.. long slender fingers dance seductively across the cool unyielding counter.. lifting to caress the smooth surfaces of the tankards nestled within the deep recesses.. soft pads of her velvet touch nudge the vessels out of the way of the one of her quest.. rising to her toes stretching taller.. the vest that envelopes her slender frame slides up to reveal the perfection of her small breasts.. the flat plains of her belly down to the rise of raven curls concealing her slave heat.. both hands curl about the carved jade tankard that is her Master pride. drawing it down to her hearts core...

sliding back a few steps.. melting in one fluid motion to the hard wood of the wagon floor.. long raven gold tresses falling about her bare feet as she folds long sensuous legs beneath her.. .. tawny thighs part wide.. exposing her damp petals to the soft breeze wafting across the camp.. a small whimper passes through her parted rose bud lips as she draws the tankard down her slender frame.. slowly guiding it to come to rest upon nectar coated flower of her sex... turning the vessel in a tight arc..long lashes fall to kiss upon flushed cheeks as the cool rim caresses her wanton flesh..the flawless rim setting a fire to ignite to a raging inferno deep within her belly.. gasping softly as she draws the cup from her sex trembling at the loss of the cool smooth touch of the perfect rim that will grace her beloved Masters lips..

presses her frame to a shaky stand.. long slender fingers curl into a clean rep.. burnishing the jade tankard to a deep gleam.. her dark eyes sparkling softly as the tiny prisms of scarlet dance upon the walls of the wagon.. turning on her toes.. pads out the back of the wagon.. slipping down the low steps into the chilling pit..a small hand rises to tug back the heavy hides .. arches her back slightly basking in the tiny whirl winds as they escape the pit the deep chill claiming its prize.. teasing across her near naked frame.. slinking its way up her inner thighs... seeking out and finding her dew covered flower.. a shiver rips through her.. nipples already hard aching buds brush softly across the inside of the cool leather vest.. tightening ever hardened pebbles sending heated shocks through her slender frame with each agonizingly aroused step she takes to the paga racks..

her breath harsh upon her lips.. hangs in a slight mist .. as she lifts her hand to the leather strap of the scarlet bota glimmering gold in the dim light... lovingly placing the strap over her shoulder.. letting the heavy bag to fall to caress her peaked flesh ... retreats back to the entrance of the cooler .. her hands shaking slightly as she retacks the heavy hides..rising elegantly up to the wagon..gliding as if upon a cloud to the entrance coming to stand tall and proud upon the top step... ~lifting her chin slightly the glint of the lames playing across the gold band encircling her delicate throat casting tiny sparkles about her as she moves.. the light of the flames create an illusive halo about her slender frame casting long shadows about her.. .. her devotions etched deep within the deep pools of her dark eyes.. bare feet kissing the nite air with each elegant step she takes back across the expanse of the camp.. coming to stop just short of Your glimmering furs..folding her long legs beneath her. settles her ass to tiny heals.. long hair falling to pool about her feet.. her hands trembling slightly as they hold the tankard to her thundering heart.. slowly lowering it to caress quivering flesh.. placing it between wide spread thighs. close to her glistening sex.. displayed in all her beauty before you.. her fingers dance delicate patterns to the heavy bota.. drawing it caressingily into her lap.. pulls the carved stop from the top..

bringing the bota to the valley of her breast.. tips the amber liquid to the waiting tankard.. letting it trail a chill line down her heated flesh.. trickling past her petals.. to fall in a swirling cascade into the deep green recesses.. chewing seductively on her bottom lip.. shivers rock her as she leans forth.. placing the bota to Your furs.. small hands dance back to tease across rippling thighs.. down to curl over the frothy vessel.. lifting it to her heart.. then her lips.. the scent of her arousal heavy on the air about her as she lifts the tankard up and out to You~ Your ale Master.. Your slave hopes it is to Your desire this nite..