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she rises with fluid grace to her feet, turns towards the kitchen, the gentle curves of her hips accentuated by the clinging silks as each step moves then to anf fro with inviting sensuality...her heart beats rapidly within her breast with the joy of serving the handsome Master..a tingling feeling of pleasure moving to her core.... she enters the kitchen, her practices eyes gazing upon the shelves in search of a mug that will fit his strong hands..smiling she presses against the cupboard, raising her arms high above her head, standing on tiptoes, her body stretched taut as tiny fingers grasp the dark blue lacquered mug, pulling it swiftly to her raised breasts as she settles to her feet.... she pulls the knot of her silks, shivering as it slips with a whisperof a caress off her shoulder, over the ivory mounds of her breasts to rest lightly upon the soft curve of her hips. she draws the mug across the tender flesh, welcoming the smooth flawless caress of the rim as she knows she has chosen well..she replaces the silks, gently polishing the mug with a clean rep cloth, then places it on the counter.... she kneels down to the lower shelf, feeling a draft on her bared bottom as her silks rise over her hips, her eyes finding a matching tray...she pulls it off the shelf and places it on the counter.. she places the cup on the tray along with the bowl of sugar, a small pitcher of bosk cream and several tiny spoons taking the tray in her hands, she moves to the hearth, slipping to her knees before the warmth of the fire, lifts the pot of blackwine, tips it and watches as the strong aromatic brew fills the mug, the steam rising to tease her senses with the strong scent...replacing the pot, she takes the tray between her hands and rises to her feet, turns ans walks from the kitchen. as she enters the main room of the Inn, her sparkling azure eyes gaze upon His handsome countenance, her heart flutters and her breath catches in her throat, her step quickens in her desire to kneel at his feet....she slips to her knees before Him, silken thighs parting deliciously wide for his pleasure as she rests the tray between her knees...resting her bottom on upturned heels, her back arching thrusting full supple breasts against the silks. she lifts a spoon and dips it into the sugar, lifting it out, bringing two cubes on it and drops them into the mug, stirs gently until they are disolved. lifting the pitcher of bosk cream, she tips it slowly, stirring as the black brew changes to dark brown, dark tan, then finally light honey tan... she set the cream donw, takes the mug between her tiny hands, the warmth penetrating her flesh... raising the mug to her heart, she presses it there whispering a prayer for His health and happiness, then blwing her head low, her arms extend towards Him, the mug between her delicate hands, bringing it within easy reach of His strong hands and says in a voice soft as a whisper.... Master, this slave brings You hot, sugared and creamed blackwine and prays that it is most pleasing to Your palate adn that it refreshes Your body as she prays this slave has been pleasing to Your eyes and has in some small way brought refreshment to Your senses. served by shaakirahh (SLI) at The Snow Larl Inn |
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