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JamilaFW Mon Aug 31, 2009 12:57 pm
[b]this is were you will post finished assignments and I will mark them
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White Silks Assignments
JamilaFW Mon Aug 31, 2009 1:03 pm
IM posting this for lace (Jamila)Assignment1: Adjust the following statements so that they meet the expected standard of slave speech.
"i walked into the room and felt the eyes of the Free and slaves fall instantly upon me. i was terrified. i looked to Master Darius and then to Master Martoch. i felt reassured when i saw Him smile. He was the first One i looked to, the first One i always look to. Then i saw the slave, christa, and she made a face that told me she was feeling jealous and angry. So, i went and kneeled beside her, so that she would know she was my dear friend and would always remain so, no matter what happened with the Masters.
Approaching the enterance of the room, her small frame sinks to the tiles; her knees not a hair distance apart, raising her arms high over her head in a silent gesture hoping to be noticed, she leans forward her palms and forhead pressed to the floor, chest against her knees, voice soft but clear, ?this beast of a slave begs permission to enter.?
(assuming permission is granted).
Hearing permission granted by a Free in the room the pleasure slips over her flesh like a cool breeze, ***** EDITED***** smiles eyes still lowered she speaks, voice as soft and clear, "thank you Master for allowing this slave entry then ********** shifting the slight weight of her body over pink heels she pressed up to stand in a fluid rolling motion; stepping forward on delicate feet making not a sound, the slave feels the weight of everyone?s eyes upon her. Swollowing back a moment of fear, her blue eyes glance briefly to Master Darius, her eyes continue scanning over the room and alights upon Master Martoch and her body trembles, her blue eyes move back to Master Darius, her bottom lip caught between her teeth, he?s the one she looks to for reassurance each and every time, his quick smile reassures her and her moment of terror passes she takes an silent inhale relaxing and then exhaling her blue eyes moving towards the slave mats, she see?s her kajira sister christa. Her face said silently said she was feeling jealous, angry, and awkward not knowing what was brewing she moves to the slave mats and slips to her knees by christa, keeping her knees together, back straight, head held tall, and resting palms on the rounds of her knees she lets a smile move over her face and with a wink she lets christa know that no matter what happens in the home she was still and forever a dear friend.
"i walked into the room and felt the eyes of the Free and slaves fall instantly upon me. i was terrified. i looked to Master Darius and then to Master Martoch. i felt reassured when i saw Him smile. He was the first One i looked to, the first One i always look to. Then i saw the slave, christa, and she made a face that told me she was feeling jealous and angry. So, i went and kneeled beside her, so that she would know she was my dear friend and would always remain so, no matter what happened with the Masters.
Approaching the enterance of the room, her small frame sinks to the tiles; her knees not a hair distance apart, raising her arms high over her head in a silent gesture hoping to be noticed, she leans forward her palms and forhead pressed to the floor, chest against her knees, voice soft but clear, ?this beast of a slave begs permission to enter.?
(assuming permission is granted).
Hearing permission granted by a Free in the room the pleasure slips over her flesh like a cool breeze, ***** EDITED***** smiles eyes still lowered she speaks, voice as soft and clear, "thank you Master for allowing this slave entry then ********** shifting the slight weight of her body over pink heels she pressed up to stand in a fluid rolling motion; stepping forward on delicate feet making not a sound, the slave feels the weight of everyone?s eyes upon her. Swollowing back a moment of fear, her blue eyes glance briefly to Master Darius, her eyes continue scanning over the room and alights upon Master Martoch and her body trembles, her blue eyes move back to Master Darius, her bottom lip caught between her teeth, he?s the one she looks to for reassurance each and every time, his quick smile reassures her and her moment of terror passes she takes an silent inhale relaxing and then exhaling her blue eyes moving towards the slave mats, she see?s her kajira sister christa. Her face said silently said she was feeling jealous, angry, and awkward not knowing what was brewing she moves to the slave mats and slips to her knees by christa, keeping her knees together, back straight, head held tall, and resting palms on the rounds of her knees she lets a smile move over her face and with a wink she lets christa know that no matter what happens in the home she was still and forever a dear friend.
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Re: laceCOS's finished assignments
JamilaFW Mon Aug 31, 2009 1:03 pm
White silk Assingment1 is a Pass
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white silk assignment 2 (posted by Jamila)for lace
JamilaFW Mon Aug 31, 2009 1:06 pm
Assignment 2
Essay on Kajira in training.
What being a kajira means to me
By laceCoS
Learning to be a kajira means learning to know myself. It means not letting the world, family or friends, even ex-boyfriends decide what I can be or could be, when your parent or grandparent tells you what they think you can or can’t do or all of your teachers, employers, and doctors suggest you do this and this. Society thinks this is wrong, it is just not for them, and this is a part of our granted free choice. I am not going to let anyone tell me this is wrong, it feels right to me. I am feeling more now than I did before I began my training.
Being a kajira means following your heart. One only needs to listen to her heart and the lessons Master teaches her. If you get hurt, learn from your mistake and seek out a way so not to make the same mistake again.
Being a kajira is a gift that one gives to their Master it is not something that can be forced from either side. Not every person male or female is destined to being kajira. Nor is everyone destined to be a Master or Mistress. Any one can be a slave forced into bondage or into something, they do not want. One cannot be what one is not truly meant to be.
Being a kajira is special. Serves, positions, and responses can all be learned, but in truth what it really takes to be kajira, a great kajira – imagination, intelligence, the eagerness and intense need to please, the desire and the striving to learn and improve one’s abilities, grace, and strength should be natural. Since her training has started, she has found that sex is not love, no matter whom, what, or where. Love comes from intimacy.
The love this kajira in training has found as been in the quiet times with Master, the cuddling, the kissing, just staying close. It is not about the sexual act (although nice) some of which girl has never felt before. Master is very patient during these times.
In addition being a kajira over being just any slave is having a wonderful Master. He too must be willing to invest the time, love, and patience to help in the slave’s instruction. A poor Master cannot make a great kajira, only a true Master can show a slave how to be the best kajira, a kajira that all want to serve them until they are no longer able to serve.
This one is lucky, her Master Nordau found her and obviously saw this one had some meager amount of potential. When this one was lost and uncertain, Master let her make the decision of what she wanted and let her go to find her way and decide what it was she truly wanted. Then when saw she needed a collar he collared her with the city collar so that she could not be captured and tortured and is letting her learn at her own appropriate pace, even as slow as she thinks it is. She prays to the Priest Kings her training advances so that she can move up to a personal slave at such time Master believes she is ready.
This one hopes to bring honor and happiness to Master’s home.
Essay on Kajira in training.
What being a kajira means to me
By laceCoS
Learning to be a kajira means learning to know myself. It means not letting the world, family or friends, even ex-boyfriends decide what I can be or could be, when your parent or grandparent tells you what they think you can or can’t do or all of your teachers, employers, and doctors suggest you do this and this. Society thinks this is wrong, it is just not for them, and this is a part of our granted free choice. I am not going to let anyone tell me this is wrong, it feels right to me. I am feeling more now than I did before I began my training.
Being a kajira means following your heart. One only needs to listen to her heart and the lessons Master teaches her. If you get hurt, learn from your mistake and seek out a way so not to make the same mistake again.
Being a kajira is a gift that one gives to their Master it is not something that can be forced from either side. Not every person male or female is destined to being kajira. Nor is everyone destined to be a Master or Mistress. Any one can be a slave forced into bondage or into something, they do not want. One cannot be what one is not truly meant to be.
Being a kajira is special. Serves, positions, and responses can all be learned, but in truth what it really takes to be kajira, a great kajira – imagination, intelligence, the eagerness and intense need to please, the desire and the striving to learn and improve one’s abilities, grace, and strength should be natural. Since her training has started, she has found that sex is not love, no matter whom, what, or where. Love comes from intimacy.
The love this kajira in training has found as been in the quiet times with Master, the cuddling, the kissing, just staying close. It is not about the sexual act (although nice) some of which girl has never felt before. Master is very patient during these times.
In addition being a kajira over being just any slave is having a wonderful Master. He too must be willing to invest the time, love, and patience to help in the slave’s instruction. A poor Master cannot make a great kajira, only a true Master can show a slave how to be the best kajira, a kajira that all want to serve them until they are no longer able to serve.
This one is lucky, her Master Nordau found her and obviously saw this one had some meager amount of potential. When this one was lost and uncertain, Master let her make the decision of what she wanted and let her go to find her way and decide what it was she truly wanted. Then when saw she needed a collar he collared her with the city collar so that she could not be captured and tortured and is letting her learn at her own appropriate pace, even as slow as she thinks it is. She prays to the Priest Kings her training advances so that she can move up to a personal slave at such time Master believes she is ready.
This one hopes to bring honor and happiness to Master’s home.
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Re: laceCOS's finished assignments
JamilaFW Mon Aug 31, 2009 1:10 pm
Assignment 2 is a Pass Way to go hun!!!! 
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WS assignment3 posted by Jamila for lace
JamilaFW Tue Sep 08, 2009 4:53 pm
Assignment 3
Write a pole and submission dance without heat
Submission dance
She kneels quietly on the slave mats, knees pressed together, back straight and tall, and palms resting on her knees as she was taught. Her blue eyes were watching and looking around the room. It is a pleasing room with a glowing burning fire, furs placed around the room, and a Free Man sitting reading from a scroll from the light of the fire and a lamp with its odorous oil; his brow wrinkled in concentration. Her eyes dart to the red silked kajira kneeling at his left side, feeling the pressing of the other’s eyes upon her blue eyes watch as the first girl nods flashing a quick warning to her and she listens as the kajira speaks,
“Master, lace the barbarian has something she wants to show you, something she has learned.”
Immediately panicked she looked first from the slave to the Free Man, she swallows nervously and quicky leaning forward her chest meets the tiles, hands outstretched palms against the floor, with a soft voice speaks, “Only if it pleases Master?” she releases her breath as it seemed now was the time.
Feeling the weight of his gaze upon her, she knows from watching that he looks to her with an eyebrow raised, “Indeed, littleone, you may show me something you have learned.”
The feeling of terror instantly calmed with the sound of his permission and the timbre of his voice she responds, “Yes Master, Thank you Master” in her clear but soft voice. She shifted her weight back and over her pink heels, pushing with her palms she uncurled her body and stood on her feet. With quick steps she approached his place but stopping three to five paces back she waited for the Free Man and the kajira to look towards her.
Her hip length golden brown hair swirled out around her naked form she slips to her knees, curling over making her seem even smaller, she begins.
Her hands rise from her stomach, palms pressed together rise over her head like a flower stem breaking free of the soil moving to unhide her face from the locks of her hair, her fingers open to the sides of her face pulling the locks back over her shoulders to fall down her back. She rocks backward and stands her movements slow like her growth in her knowledge of her place and position.
Her body begins to sway like the breeze, blowing and moving over her to show her travels from her waking place to his home.
Her feet light on the tiles as she moves around and over the furs. Then her body stops its swaying and she waits as if at the gate, staying still, and unseen, she waits a heartbeat, then two and moves to show her careful entrance into the home. Her hands resting now at her sides, she brings them to her mouth to show her begging of permission to enter the home, she smiles, as if to hear permission granted she opens her eyes wide to show her shock and pleasure as she entered she moved as if to settle again on the furs. Her hands lift, fingers point to indicate the kajira kneeling at his side, she showed how she learned and did as the kajira did.
Her nervousness vanished, and she let her body move and tell its story it its own way.
Slowly her steps lead her till she is three paces from his boots, her blue eyes drop to the floor in respect, her knees pressed together. Her back curls, her hands outstretched before her head, her neck lowered between her arms, she raises and crosses her delicate wrists. Her breathing deep and making her voice breathy she waits, swallows, and speaking with the seriousness of her desire, she waits a thrice of heartbeats and says
“Master, La Kajira.”
Then she waits, her white teeth worry at her rosy lips, the pink tip of her tongue slips over her lips moistening them as she stays and hopes she is found to be pleasing and deserving of a collar.
Pole dance
The white silked girl smiles nervously and shyly looks towards Master as she shifts her weight over her pink heels. She unfolds her body to stand as tall as her frame allows, her feet move silently but quickly to the center of the room, her blue eyes looking about her trying to see into the shadows of the corners. Taking a deep breath lowering her chin to rest on her chest then closing her eyes for the three heartbeats she forms a silent prayer to the Priest Kings in her desire to please Master with the movements of her trim lithe body with its slight curves in the firelight.
Trying to remember the other kajira’s lessons, as she watched with a quickened heartbeat, she saw the Free Men’s eyes moving over the dancer with interest and desire. She wants, no she needs, to feel Master watch her that way, her blue eyes open and sees the tall pole standing before her, taking the length of chain in her hand her fingers attach the simple steel collar around her neck to the pole and she then can hear the music come from somewhere deep within her mind.
Watching only the pole before her, she releases the bottom lip she was biting with her small white teeth, takes a deep breath she kneels lowering her body to the tiles behind where the pole stands tall, leaning forward, she opens her fingers, and wraps them around the pole, feeling the smoothness of the wood against her palms. Leaning her head and face close, she presses her lips to the smooth worn pole. Then closing her blue eyes again, she brings her left cheek to touch the pole then a second kiss as her lips pressed against the wood. Finally she places the right cheek against the pole, she then kisses the pole a third time in showing the pole now was the master to the slave; she shows her obeisance.
She presses her body against the pole and stands up. The taunt muscles of her legs showing their strength, she raises her long graceful arms above her head lifting her hair to let it fall again to just below her hips and just above the hem of her silks. Then placing her hands to the pole, sliding them to her highest reach, her chest beneath her silks firm and round against the pole, her hips start to move in time and rhythm; first one hip touches the pole then the other hip moves to the pole and brushes against it time and time again.
Arching her back deeply she bends backwards, pulling against the length of chain attached to her collar, her silks rise riding up her body, just before baring her hidden treasure, she allows her body to move back upwards her hands smooth her silks down again over her curves. Using her hands, she slides her body up and down along the pole her back deeply arching to the limits of the chain.
She continues to move her body against the pole. Her movements are meant to entice Master, to make him proud of her accomplishments and for no other reason, to show her love for him and him alone. She raises her face and eyes from Master’s boots, resting her forehead against the pole, her legs and knees closed, she places her hands palms up on her knees her bottom resting on her heels. She shifts and her body stands high on tiptoe. Relaxed and enjoying herself she opens her mind, her thoughts only of her dance and hoping to please Master she feels her shyness leaving and replaced by the pleasure of pleasing her loving Master, she continues to sway her hips and her body from one side to the other.
Her rosy lips part slightly and her pink tongue slides over them lightly. Her hips, chest, shoulders, and her head moving to the music. The long wavy golden brown hair framing her delicate face her deepened blue eyes only looking at her Master as slides her hands up the curves of her body. Again pulling her hair up off her neck exposing the collar given to her around her slender neck as her body turns quickly again to face the pole she kisses it again. Her hands move to the chain and release it from the collar. Folding her body and sliding again to the tiles. She lowers her head to her chest, her eyes closed unable to go further, breathing deeply from her dance, her arms and legs trembling. She waits quietly.
La kajira!
Write a pole and submission dance without heat
Submission dance
She kneels quietly on the slave mats, knees pressed together, back straight and tall, and palms resting on her knees as she was taught. Her blue eyes were watching and looking around the room. It is a pleasing room with a glowing burning fire, furs placed around the room, and a Free Man sitting reading from a scroll from the light of the fire and a lamp with its odorous oil; his brow wrinkled in concentration. Her eyes dart to the red silked kajira kneeling at his left side, feeling the pressing of the other’s eyes upon her blue eyes watch as the first girl nods flashing a quick warning to her and she listens as the kajira speaks,
“Master, lace the barbarian has something she wants to show you, something she has learned.”
Immediately panicked she looked first from the slave to the Free Man, she swallows nervously and quicky leaning forward her chest meets the tiles, hands outstretched palms against the floor, with a soft voice speaks, “Only if it pleases Master?” she releases her breath as it seemed now was the time.
Feeling the weight of his gaze upon her, she knows from watching that he looks to her with an eyebrow raised, “Indeed, littleone, you may show me something you have learned.”
The feeling of terror instantly calmed with the sound of his permission and the timbre of his voice she responds, “Yes Master, Thank you Master” in her clear but soft voice. She shifted her weight back and over her pink heels, pushing with her palms she uncurled her body and stood on her feet. With quick steps she approached his place but stopping three to five paces back she waited for the Free Man and the kajira to look towards her.
Her hip length golden brown hair swirled out around her naked form she slips to her knees, curling over making her seem even smaller, she begins.
Her hands rise from her stomach, palms pressed together rise over her head like a flower stem breaking free of the soil moving to unhide her face from the locks of her hair, her fingers open to the sides of her face pulling the locks back over her shoulders to fall down her back. She rocks backward and stands her movements slow like her growth in her knowledge of her place and position.
Her body begins to sway like the breeze, blowing and moving over her to show her travels from her waking place to his home.
Her feet light on the tiles as she moves around and over the furs. Then her body stops its swaying and she waits as if at the gate, staying still, and unseen, she waits a heartbeat, then two and moves to show her careful entrance into the home. Her hands resting now at her sides, she brings them to her mouth to show her begging of permission to enter the home, she smiles, as if to hear permission granted she opens her eyes wide to show her shock and pleasure as she entered she moved as if to settle again on the furs. Her hands lift, fingers point to indicate the kajira kneeling at his side, she showed how she learned and did as the kajira did.
Her nervousness vanished, and she let her body move and tell its story it its own way.
Slowly her steps lead her till she is three paces from his boots, her blue eyes drop to the floor in respect, her knees pressed together. Her back curls, her hands outstretched before her head, her neck lowered between her arms, she raises and crosses her delicate wrists. Her breathing deep and making her voice breathy she waits, swallows, and speaking with the seriousness of her desire, she waits a thrice of heartbeats and says
“Master, La Kajira.”
Then she waits, her white teeth worry at her rosy lips, the pink tip of her tongue slips over her lips moistening them as she stays and hopes she is found to be pleasing and deserving of a collar.
Pole dance
The white silked girl smiles nervously and shyly looks towards Master as she shifts her weight over her pink heels. She unfolds her body to stand as tall as her frame allows, her feet move silently but quickly to the center of the room, her blue eyes looking about her trying to see into the shadows of the corners. Taking a deep breath lowering her chin to rest on her chest then closing her eyes for the three heartbeats she forms a silent prayer to the Priest Kings in her desire to please Master with the movements of her trim lithe body with its slight curves in the firelight.
Trying to remember the other kajira’s lessons, as she watched with a quickened heartbeat, she saw the Free Men’s eyes moving over the dancer with interest and desire. She wants, no she needs, to feel Master watch her that way, her blue eyes open and sees the tall pole standing before her, taking the length of chain in her hand her fingers attach the simple steel collar around her neck to the pole and she then can hear the music come from somewhere deep within her mind.
Watching only the pole before her, she releases the bottom lip she was biting with her small white teeth, takes a deep breath she kneels lowering her body to the tiles behind where the pole stands tall, leaning forward, she opens her fingers, and wraps them around the pole, feeling the smoothness of the wood against her palms. Leaning her head and face close, she presses her lips to the smooth worn pole. Then closing her blue eyes again, she brings her left cheek to touch the pole then a second kiss as her lips pressed against the wood. Finally she places the right cheek against the pole, she then kisses the pole a third time in showing the pole now was the master to the slave; she shows her obeisance.
She presses her body against the pole and stands up. The taunt muscles of her legs showing their strength, she raises her long graceful arms above her head lifting her hair to let it fall again to just below her hips and just above the hem of her silks. Then placing her hands to the pole, sliding them to her highest reach, her chest beneath her silks firm and round against the pole, her hips start to move in time and rhythm; first one hip touches the pole then the other hip moves to the pole and brushes against it time and time again.
Arching her back deeply she bends backwards, pulling against the length of chain attached to her collar, her silks rise riding up her body, just before baring her hidden treasure, she allows her body to move back upwards her hands smooth her silks down again over her curves. Using her hands, she slides her body up and down along the pole her back deeply arching to the limits of the chain.
She continues to move her body against the pole. Her movements are meant to entice Master, to make him proud of her accomplishments and for no other reason, to show her love for him and him alone. She raises her face and eyes from Master’s boots, resting her forehead against the pole, her legs and knees closed, she places her hands palms up on her knees her bottom resting on her heels. She shifts and her body stands high on tiptoe. Relaxed and enjoying herself she opens her mind, her thoughts only of her dance and hoping to please Master she feels her shyness leaving and replaced by the pleasure of pleasing her loving Master, she continues to sway her hips and her body from one side to the other.
Her rosy lips part slightly and her pink tongue slides over them lightly. Her hips, chest, shoulders, and her head moving to the music. The long wavy golden brown hair framing her delicate face her deepened blue eyes only looking at her Master as slides her hands up the curves of her body. Again pulling her hair up off her neck exposing the collar given to her around her slender neck as her body turns quickly again to face the pole she kisses it again. Her hands move to the chain and release it from the collar. Folding her body and sliding again to the tiles. She lowers her head to her chest, her eyes closed unable to go further, breathing deeply from her dance, her arms and legs trembling. She waits quietly.
La kajira!
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WS assignment4 opsted for lace by Jamila
JamilaFW Tue Sep 08, 2009 4:56 pm
Assignment 4
Write out a basic serve
A message from laceCoS first, “girl doesn’t have a basic serve as each and every serve is done with her desire to please the One she serves, she puts all her heart into each serve to show her honor, love, obsience, and respect. Thank you.”
Blackwine Serve – First Slave
From her kneel at Master’s left side, blue eyes moving slowly upwards from the black boots, his knees, upwards still to her eyes travel up Master’s chest, shoulders, neck her blue eyes meet Master’s briefly before lowering them again to the tiles, she bites her bottom lip with white teeth, voice soft but clear,
“Master, may girl offer you service this day?”
((assuming affirmative of Blackwine first for her assignment))
Hearing the command and feeling it slide down her body, a smile forms across her lips to rest with a twinkle in her blue eyes, she responds, “Yes Master, girl hopes to please you with a mug of blackwine served first.”
Crawling backwards three paces in respect; she then rocks her body and stands. Her body unfolding slowly, to her full height she lets Master’s eyes travel slowly down her silk clad body, stretching to tip toe she turns with a twirl of her silks. Stepping quickly but quietly over the tiles and around the furs, the sway of her hips is for Master’s pleasure. As she peeks over her shoulder, the tip of her pink tongue slides over her rosy lips then with a shake of her head, the long, wavy, golden brown locks fan out around her and hangs to her hips; she pulls her hair over her shoulder so Master’s view is not obscured; she exits the Main Hall.
Entering the Servery her blue eyes scan the room. As she travels to the cabinets, she stops then stooping over, her silks ride up to expose the round curves beneath the white silks she wears. Grasping the silver tray between both hands, she stands again and places the tray on the counter. A quick floating step to the side she takes a clean rep cloth and polishes the tray to a shine, the reflection of sunlight from the window catches the tray and bounces a prism of sparkle to the walls.
Finding the saucers of yellow and white sugars, she places them upon the tray. She pulls open the drawer and takes three silver spoons, polishes them with the cloth she arranges them on the tray. Her movements accompanied by a soft pretty voice singing a song she nearly floats to the cold room and tugs open the door. The cold air touches her skin and raising goosebumps over her flesh she giggles as her flesh responds to the coolness as she finds the pitcher of bosk cream. Her fingers grasping the handle of the pitcher she picks it up and turns with a swirl of her silks as she quickly leaves the coldness behind. Leaning against the door she closes the door with a click she takes the pitcher and adds it to the tray. Blue eyes lingering over the tray she rearranges the pitcher, spoons, and saucers of sugar she smiles and looks up to the shelves above the counter.
Rocking upwards she stands on tip toe, her left leg and foot stretching out behind her, she lifts her hands way up over her head, her chest pressed to her silks, her curves show and the roundness is nearly exposed as her silks hike upwards. Her fingers grasp tenderly the silver mug with its etchings and carvings in the silver metal of the mug. Bringing the mug to eye level, her blue eyes move over the rim but not trusting Master’s lips to only her vision she brings the mug to the pulse point of her neck. Twirling the mug once, twice, and finally thrice, she feels no mar to touch Master’s lips.
A blush deepens her face, a twinkle sparks her blue eyes with the briefest thought of Master’s lips, her pink tongue again moistens the rosy lips she takes a deep inhale and turns to take the rep cloth and wiping the inside clean, she then polishes the exterior till her blue eyes reflect back to her.
Placing the polished mug to the tray she takes the tray and turns and walks to the hearth, the simmering kettle of blackwine waits. Resting the tray on the hearth, she takes the ladle into her fingers and carefully dipping the ladle into the liquid inside the kettle she is careful to not stir and disturb the bottom. She pours the ladle into the mug, the steam rising from the kettle to damping her wrist, the strong aroma tickling her nose as she replaces the ladle on the hook.
Taking up the tray she balances the tray and turns to exit the server making no haste as Master waits, she enters the Main Hall. Blue eyes again briefly meet Master’s before returning to the tiles as she walks quickly, stopping and lowering to her knee three paces from Master’s boots.
She begs, “Slave begs permission to approach Master?”
((Assuming affirmative answer))
She continues, “Thank you Master.” Lowering her other knee to the floor she crawls forward two paces and sets the tray to the right side of her knees, she again speaks, “Master, slave asks how he would like his blackwine sweetened today?”
His response of two of the yellow, none of the white and only two drops of cream, his normal first slave request, she grins up to him before turning her attention to the tray.
Taking a spoon to the saucer of yellow sugar, she adds two and stirs the blackwine blending the sugar into the dark liquid. Replacing the used spoon to the tray she takes the pitcher of cream and carefully from the side she lets only two drops fall into the mug. Quickly taking a second spoon, she stirs the liquid watching the dark liquid change to a caramel color she places the used spoon to the tray.
Picking up the mug she brings it to the level of her taunt stomach, and using her silk she wipes the rim free from drips. She lets the silk fall to her lap, and taking the mug between both palms she raises the mug next to her heart, she closes her eyes. Holding it there for three heartbeats, she whispers a silent prayer for Master’s health, honor, and happiness.
Raising the mug to her lips she places her lips to the mug beneath the rim, her deepened blue eyes meet Masters, raising her hands, she turns the mug inside her palms so the handle faces his hands, she offers the mug to Master as her voice reaches his ears,
“Master, slave prays to the Priest Kings that you find pleasure in her service, the preparation of your blackwine served with two spoons of yellow sugar and two drops of cream, and her delivery of it to you” her palms open balancing the mug between them she waits as Master’s takes the mug from her hands.
((assumes Master takes the mug))
Shivers of pleasure race down her hands, wrists, and arms to burn in her eyes as the simple brush of Master’s hand to hers, she swallows and breathes deep her eyes again meet his before lowering to the tiles, she awaits Master’s approval or displeasure her hands lower to rest on her knees. Seeing Master’s wink and hearing his approval she lets the smile blossom over her face. “Thank you Master,it is girl’s only desire to please.”
Hearing his request and his command to return she responds, “Yes Master, thank you Master” as she takes the tray into her hands, crawls back three paces before rocking over her heels and standing tall.
Turning quickly, her silks and long hair fan around her, she quickly exits the Main hall. Walking around the mats and furs as she then enters the Servery and replaces all the items to their place, taking the two spoons she wipes them clean and replaces them into the drawer and quickly replaces the pitcher of bosk cream into the cold room. Turning and looking over the server, she finds all in order she quickly returns and takes her kneel on the slave mats to Master’s side.
Write out a basic serve
A message from laceCoS first, “girl doesn’t have a basic serve as each and every serve is done with her desire to please the One she serves, she puts all her heart into each serve to show her honor, love, obsience, and respect. Thank you.”
Blackwine Serve – First Slave
From her kneel at Master’s left side, blue eyes moving slowly upwards from the black boots, his knees, upwards still to her eyes travel up Master’s chest, shoulders, neck her blue eyes meet Master’s briefly before lowering them again to the tiles, she bites her bottom lip with white teeth, voice soft but clear,
“Master, may girl offer you service this day?”
((assuming affirmative of Blackwine first for her assignment))
Hearing the command and feeling it slide down her body, a smile forms across her lips to rest with a twinkle in her blue eyes, she responds, “Yes Master, girl hopes to please you with a mug of blackwine served first.”
Crawling backwards three paces in respect; she then rocks her body and stands. Her body unfolding slowly, to her full height she lets Master’s eyes travel slowly down her silk clad body, stretching to tip toe she turns with a twirl of her silks. Stepping quickly but quietly over the tiles and around the furs, the sway of her hips is for Master’s pleasure. As she peeks over her shoulder, the tip of her pink tongue slides over her rosy lips then with a shake of her head, the long, wavy, golden brown locks fan out around her and hangs to her hips; she pulls her hair over her shoulder so Master’s view is not obscured; she exits the Main Hall.
Entering the Servery her blue eyes scan the room. As she travels to the cabinets, she stops then stooping over, her silks ride up to expose the round curves beneath the white silks she wears. Grasping the silver tray between both hands, she stands again and places the tray on the counter. A quick floating step to the side she takes a clean rep cloth and polishes the tray to a shine, the reflection of sunlight from the window catches the tray and bounces a prism of sparkle to the walls.
Finding the saucers of yellow and white sugars, she places them upon the tray. She pulls open the drawer and takes three silver spoons, polishes them with the cloth she arranges them on the tray. Her movements accompanied by a soft pretty voice singing a song she nearly floats to the cold room and tugs open the door. The cold air touches her skin and raising goosebumps over her flesh she giggles as her flesh responds to the coolness as she finds the pitcher of bosk cream. Her fingers grasping the handle of the pitcher she picks it up and turns with a swirl of her silks as she quickly leaves the coldness behind. Leaning against the door she closes the door with a click she takes the pitcher and adds it to the tray. Blue eyes lingering over the tray she rearranges the pitcher, spoons, and saucers of sugar she smiles and looks up to the shelves above the counter.
Rocking upwards she stands on tip toe, her left leg and foot stretching out behind her, she lifts her hands way up over her head, her chest pressed to her silks, her curves show and the roundness is nearly exposed as her silks hike upwards. Her fingers grasp tenderly the silver mug with its etchings and carvings in the silver metal of the mug. Bringing the mug to eye level, her blue eyes move over the rim but not trusting Master’s lips to only her vision she brings the mug to the pulse point of her neck. Twirling the mug once, twice, and finally thrice, she feels no mar to touch Master’s lips.
A blush deepens her face, a twinkle sparks her blue eyes with the briefest thought of Master’s lips, her pink tongue again moistens the rosy lips she takes a deep inhale and turns to take the rep cloth and wiping the inside clean, she then polishes the exterior till her blue eyes reflect back to her.
Placing the polished mug to the tray she takes the tray and turns and walks to the hearth, the simmering kettle of blackwine waits. Resting the tray on the hearth, she takes the ladle into her fingers and carefully dipping the ladle into the liquid inside the kettle she is careful to not stir and disturb the bottom. She pours the ladle into the mug, the steam rising from the kettle to damping her wrist, the strong aroma tickling her nose as she replaces the ladle on the hook.
Taking up the tray she balances the tray and turns to exit the server making no haste as Master waits, she enters the Main Hall. Blue eyes again briefly meet Master’s before returning to the tiles as she walks quickly, stopping and lowering to her knee three paces from Master’s boots.
She begs, “Slave begs permission to approach Master?”
((Assuming affirmative answer))
She continues, “Thank you Master.” Lowering her other knee to the floor she crawls forward two paces and sets the tray to the right side of her knees, she again speaks, “Master, slave asks how he would like his blackwine sweetened today?”
His response of two of the yellow, none of the white and only two drops of cream, his normal first slave request, she grins up to him before turning her attention to the tray.
Taking a spoon to the saucer of yellow sugar, she adds two and stirs the blackwine blending the sugar into the dark liquid. Replacing the used spoon to the tray she takes the pitcher of cream and carefully from the side she lets only two drops fall into the mug. Quickly taking a second spoon, she stirs the liquid watching the dark liquid change to a caramel color she places the used spoon to the tray.
Picking up the mug she brings it to the level of her taunt stomach, and using her silk she wipes the rim free from drips. She lets the silk fall to her lap, and taking the mug between both palms she raises the mug next to her heart, she closes her eyes. Holding it there for three heartbeats, she whispers a silent prayer for Master’s health, honor, and happiness.
Raising the mug to her lips she places her lips to the mug beneath the rim, her deepened blue eyes meet Masters, raising her hands, she turns the mug inside her palms so the handle faces his hands, she offers the mug to Master as her voice reaches his ears,
“Master, slave prays to the Priest Kings that you find pleasure in her service, the preparation of your blackwine served with two spoons of yellow sugar and two drops of cream, and her delivery of it to you” her palms open balancing the mug between them she waits as Master’s takes the mug from her hands.
((assumes Master takes the mug))
Shivers of pleasure race down her hands, wrists, and arms to burn in her eyes as the simple brush of Master’s hand to hers, she swallows and breathes deep her eyes again meet his before lowering to the tiles, she awaits Master’s approval or displeasure her hands lower to rest on her knees. Seeing Master’s wink and hearing his approval she lets the smile blossom over her face. “Thank you Master,it is girl’s only desire to please.”
Hearing his request and his command to return she responds, “Yes Master, thank you Master” as she takes the tray into her hands, crawls back three paces before rocking over her heels and standing tall.
Turning quickly, her silks and long hair fan around her, she quickly exits the Main hall. Walking around the mats and furs as she then enters the Servery and replaces all the items to their place, taking the two spoons she wipes them clean and replaces them into the drawer and quickly replaces the pitcher of bosk cream into the cold room. Turning and looking over the server, she finds all in order she quickly returns and takes her kneel on the slave mats to Master’s side.
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Re: laceCOS's finished assignments
JamilaFW Tue Sep 08, 2009 4:56 pm
Well Done Majore pass Im impressed
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