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~rising a girl moves toward the servery...her head held very proudly as she feels the tight constraints of her ko-lar around her neck...a secret smile playing over her lips she reaches the servery and positions herself so her Master may view her as she prepares His drink~
~reaching up for a goblet on the top shelve...her silks slipping high and exposing one long creamy thigh...pulling down the vessel she wipes it with the fine silk which lays at her inner thigh...her slave scent rubbing onto the goblet~
~running her tongue along the rim to be sure there are no nicks that might harm her Master she places it upon a silver tray…along side a bota of chilled Ka-la-na…lifting the service she lets it rest upon her left hand and walks with elegance back to her Master~
~dropping to her knees before Him her thighs spread wide she places the tray next to her…looking up into her Master's eyes boldly holding His gaze as she works the clasps of her silks...letting them pool around her she pushes them from between her thighs and places the goblet there~
~rising slightly her back arched gently... head titled back softly... her lips parted in the barest she reaches for the bota and unstops it...bringing it to her lips she begins to pour the cold wine over them...letting it trickle down her jaw...over her neck and between her breasts...the iciness making her nipples harden instantly~
~continuing to pour the Ka-la-na it runs over her stomach and to her shaven slave sex...mixing with her sweet honey as it streams into the goblet...pouring to the span of nine heart beats she stops and holds her position letting the remainder cascade down her body filling the goblet to the rim perfectly~
~setting the bota down she picks up the goblet with both hands...staring deeply into the ka-la-na making a secret wish as she swirls it around to be sure it has mixed with her honey kiss...raising the goblet to her breasts she lays it over her heart for three beats to show her utter devotion to her Master~
lastly she brings the goblet to her lips placing the tenderest of kisses upon the rim...pauses for a moment to make sure it is not poisoned she turns to the goblet so that the kiss will be first to touch her Master lips and rises her arms extended above her head she speaks softly~
a girl prays that her serve is as pleasing as the ka-la-na that will nourish Masters thirst...
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