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This was the winning serve for the Prewritten serve contest at Kaos Dreams.
~ kneeling at the feet of her Master...her eyes lowered to the floor…as she begins to lift her head her sunset kissed hair tumbles back over her shoulders…exposing soft creamy skin…a slender neck encased in a tight black leather, steel covered collar…upon the collar is a shapely letter Z flanked by two emeralds proclaiming her the property of Master Zane…as her eyes lift they shine as brightly as the gems at her throat…she smiles as she looks deep into the eyes of her Master…reading in them His silent order for a drink ~
~ rising from the floor in a graceful flowing movement…her body naked except for a snake bracelet on her left wrist…twining up along she forearm… further up on that arm is another snake an armlet of silver twisting three times…her pale skin glitters in the firelight as though a thousand little fires burned over her…turning she walks to the bar…hips swaying…her long hair brushing over the top of her pale ass…she can feel the need of her Master's hand upon it's tender skin…longing to be turned a simmering red ~
~ as she reaches the bar she pulls down a sliver platter…placing on it a small bucket of ice…a goblet…and a decanter of scotch…lifting the platter with ease she lets it rest in her left hand…the snakes twisting in the fire light as she begins her walk back to her Master…the eyes of the snakes ruby red glaring out at those watching as though they live…as she reaches her Master she drops in one fluid motion to her knees…setting the platter at her left side ~
~ tilting her head to the side allowing the river of molten lava to fall across her eye before giving it a little shake to move it from her face…slowly she reached for the goblet placing it between her thighs as she picks up a piece of ice…she lets the ice slip across her lips…leaving them wet and inviting of a kiss…her eyes fasten on those of her Master as her fingers begin to trace the ice down her jaw line ~
~ the ice follows down her neck…leaving a trail of moisture in it's wake…along her collarbones and to the crest of her left breast…biting her bottom lip she gives a sly smile as she begins to circle her breasts in a large motion…then getting smaller and smaller just as her Master has done a hundred times before…stopping she allows the ice to remain on her harden nipple for a moment then lets it slide into the goblet…before garbing another piece and tracing a path to the other breasts repeating the ritual there ~
~ when both nipples look like ripened strawberries she drops what's left of the ice into the goblet and plucks out another from the bucket…trailing it along her tummy her back arched slightly as she traces down first one inner thigh then up the other...depositing that piece into the goblet as well…she then picks up the last piece of ice…looks up to her Master she brings the ice to her mouth…her lips closing briefly around it ~
~ slowly she extracts the ice from her mouth…a drop of water running from the corner of her lips and down her neck…with trembling fingers she brings the ice down to her sex…allowing it to slip up and down her hot honey dripping lips…coating it in her nectar before allowing the ice to slide inside of her for a moment…with a soft shudder she removes the ice and drops it into His goblet ~
~ picking up the decanter of Scotch she uncorks it then begins to pour it into the goblet…filling it to four fingers before stopping and replacing the cork…taking the goblet from between creamy silky thighs she rises up…taking a drink of the Scotch into her mouth she leans into her Master…slipping between His parted thighs…her lips finding His in a deep kiss where she allows the drink to pass from her lips to His in a slow trickle ~
~ when the Scotch is gone from her mouth she sits back…her hands holding the goblet resting lightly in His lap in case He desires another drink…she looks up into His eyes and whispers as sweetly as the morning dew kissing a flower ~ i pray that i have pleased my Master
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