Beauty's Castle Serve-Off!

And the Winners are:

Thu 10:25:59 AM EST Feb 16 Sapphic Jewel . . .
shaylynn - serving on behalf of the Dungeon

~hearing the request and nodding softly~ yes Ma-am, it would be my pleasure ~smiling softly and then rising from the furs of my Mistress, the lovely Sapphic Jewel and moving towards the servery… clarifying one more time as i enter~ hot tea with one teaspoon of sugar and no cream ~looking back to the lovely Mistress as She just simply nods a "yes", clarifying once again what i am to serve Her this morning~

Thu 10:26:19 AM EST Feb 16 Sapphic Jewel . . .
~picking up the kettle from the stove, emptying the water left in there, then rinsing and filling it before placing it on the burner to warm up, i then set about to find a silver serving tray, taking my time to polish it nice and bright for Her, then carefully sitting it on the counter top as i reach up and open a cabinet, carefully selecting a teacup for Her, holding it to the light to look at it, then carefully running a finger around the rim to check for any cracks or chips that would harm Her as i select a matching saucer as well~

Thu 10:26:35 AM EST Feb 16 Sapphic Jewel . . .
~satisfied that the cup is in good condition, i wash both the cup and the saucer in warm water then carefully dry them and set them upon the countertop as i open the pantry and pull out a box of herbal tea, remove one bag, and then place the box back as i unwrap the bag and place it into the cup as the kettle begins to whistle softly and i pick up the bowl of sugar, open a drawer and retrieve a teaspoon then shut the drawer carefully as i reach over to then pick up the kettle~

Thu 10:26:50 AM EST Feb 16 Sapphic Jewel . . .
~carefully, i pour the hot water over the tea bag and let it soak a bit as i then place the kettle back upon the stove and shut off the burner-then i "dip" the bag a bit, watching the water become a light brown color, smiling softly as i pull the bag out and strain it with the spoon then discard it before dipping the spoon into the sugar and placing one teaspoon of sugar into Her tea, stirring gently then tapping the spoon lightly on the side of the cup, hearing the "tink tink" as i do before lifting the cup, placing it on the saucer, then both on the tray along with one white silk napkin, carefully folded for Her, beside the cup and saucer-looking at the tray, and checking to ensure this is what She wants, then carefully lifting the tray and turning, spotting Her in Her chair as i begin to move slowly back across the cold stone floor of the Dungeon to Her~

Thu 10:27:05 AM EST Feb 16 Sapphic Jewel . . .
~approaching Her chair-black skirt flowing gently across my thighs as i carefully set the tray on Her table and unfold the napkin then lay it carefully across Her lap before lifting the saucer and dropping to one knee before Her, lifting the saucer and cup up so She might reach it as i dip my head in respect and speak softly~ Mistress Beauty, i do hope that You find the tea as well as the serve of the tea to Your satisfaction as it was my honor to prepare and bring it to You on this day ~smiling softly~

Thu 10:27:22 AM EST Feb 16 Sapphic Jewel . . .
~hearing Her words and smiling again~ thank You Ma'am ~then rising from before Her, lifting the tray and returning it to the servery where i double check everything, wipe down the counters, and then return back to my spot in the furs of my Mistress~

Thu 10:27:47 AM EST Feb 16 Sapphic Jewel . . .
(Honorable Mention) ialac and elora - serving on behalf of the Dungeon

*sashaying into the Dungeon... hips checking atop four feet of legs... hem of short slip of a black dress dancing with the rolling of the faerytail... *dazzling southern smile*... pristine linen towel over one forearm... reaching up and adjusting a black bow tie knotted against bare skin around my neck*

good evening Mistress Beauty...

Thu 10:28:04 AM EST Feb 16 Sapphic Jewel . . .
*chin dipping for a moment as shimmering sable hair cascades over fair and freckled shoulders*

hope You're enjoying Your evening... *flicking straying hanks of hair back over my shoulders to hang long down my back* *deep seablue-eyes glittering excitedly above a grand grin*

i'd like to offer You a one-of-a-kind decadent dessert to tantalize Your tastes this evening, Ma'am *southern drawl spilling from peachy lips*

Thu 10:28:20 AM EST Feb 16 Sapphic Jewel . . .
*pulling Ronin's elora out from the edge of the shadows and guiding her by the hand to a barstool... *winking a smile into her eyes as i help her jump up onto the seat*

*crimson wings over pale cheeks as she is pulled into the light... she moves with a gentle grace that belies the mischief dancing in the wink she shoots back to ialac...she pauses, to dip into a low curtsy before Mistress Beauty... respect... and something more, perhaps, glittering... as she rises, delicate fingers lift... tugging the tie holding a near-nothing robe in place... a bare shrug of elegant shoulders and the cloth slithers to pool at her feet... and with a little hop, she settles on the barstool...*

Thu 10:28:39 AM EST Feb 16 Sapphic Jewel . . .
*slipping hands between elora's knees and spreading them apart to see her shaven mons and lips sideways smiling at me... reaching into a basket next to her thigh and beginning to attach black plastic clothespins in two parallel lines along elora's body*

* lush lips part slightly... a gasp, nothing more, at the pinches of plastic... and the caress of a feminine hand... she holds still, watching her skin turn white... flash red... and relax...*

Thu 10:28:59 AM EST Feb 16 Sapphic Jewel . . .
*fingers floating over her delicious flesh as the pins pinch... beginning on each nipple and running down each side of her belly button... down the sides of her mons... the last two clipping on each pussy lip... grinning watching elora's face as i hear her*

*sharp teeth sink into her bottom lip... struggling to not whimper... heat and a thrill of pain reflected in her features... heavy lashes flutter, carrying her gaze to the Mistress... *

Thu 10:29:57 AM EST Feb 16 Sapphic Jewel . . .
*pulling out two bright red ribbons from the basket and threading one up each line of clothespins now securely pinched against submissive skin beginning at her pussy... nose close enough to inhale deeply of her musky scent* ... *pulling the end of the ribbons out together from the last clips on each of her nipples and letting them delicately float over the soft rounds of her breasts* ... grinning into elora's eyes as i help her down off the barstool carefully so as not to disturb the zippers...both of us turning to face Mistress Beauty and the other denizens of the Dungeon... winking a grin at elora and lowering myself down onto the floor on all four... flipping the serving towel from my arm over my back*...*pulling thick mane over one shoulder... the ends kissing the stone floor as I set my hands flat on the stones and toes holding faeass up high in the air*

Thu 10:30:20 AM EST Feb 16 Sapphic Jewel . . .
*moving carefully... breathing carefully... unwilling to dislodge a single clip as she slides down... bare feet landing soundless... a thick braid of hair, laced and bound with matching ribbon, tumbles over a shoulder... she suppresses laughter at the scamp to her side... folding her body...until first knees, then shins... and finally hands... kiss the floor... her legs parted slightly wider than usual for such a position... the pins making themselves well known with each fluid movement forward... *

*crawling parallel with the decadent slave as we head for Mistress Beauty... stopping about six inches from Her legs... slightly to Her left... flashing Mistress a smile before canting head at elora with expectant blues*

Thu 10:30:38 AM EST Feb 16 Sapphic Jewel . . .
*bending forward... brushing her forehead to the floor... then rising to rock back on her heels... and stands... her tongue flicks... dancing over ruby lips that tilt into a slow, sensual curve... she reaches down between her breasts and catches the ribbons... holding them gently... stepping over ialac... one leg on each side of her neck... straddling... and easing onto fae shoulders... her back arching... pressing decorated nipples high... drawing her form back... to lay across ialac... legs spreading wide... wider... toes tipped to the floor... taking some of her weight...

*a wickedly wanton grin spreading over peachy lips feeling elora's excitement as her wetness soaks through the towel after she mounts me* ...

Thu 10:30:54 AM EST Feb 16 Sapphic Jewel . . .
*a uniquely female scent uncurls as she separates the ribbons... one for each hand... holding them out to Mistress Beauty... a sharp yank of both will pop clip after clip... the last two spreading the nether lips wider before jerking off from the pull... dangling at the end of one, skillfully hidden by both girls until now... hangs a silver demitasse spoon... as any good dessert requires...*

*gazing up through a forest of sable lashes as a delighted smile spreads across a shinning face* *in a soft dulcet tone as my head bobs back down*

Mistress Beauty, may this gift, once unzipped, be as exquisite as Your taste demands.

Thu 10:31:31 AM EST Feb 16 Sapphic Jewel . . .
Her Celtic Prince - representing The Emerald Tower/ The Castle Crypt/ The Dungeon

Having heard the Queen sits without a drink to quench Her thirst He returns to right this wrong. Entering the room in full ceremonial dress of a Warrior. Re-growth of hair pushed straight back, no parting, every strand held in place with henna. Torso naked except for the intricate Celtic knot work, painstakingly painted to follow toned youthful musculature, the curved taught flesh showing He is fit to serve this One.

Thu 10:31:47 AM EST Feb 16 Sapphic Jewel . . .
Legs clad in skin-tight black leather. Barefoot so that He can feel the pressure He applies to the old wooden floorboards and adjust His weight to move quietly across the room. From the leather satchel tied to His waist He takes a pewter silver chalice crafted by a Master silversmith. The cup undecorated so the skill of the crafts person who made it shown in the perfect curve to sit in the hand that would hold it and in the gentle rim to grace the lips that would envelope it. The stem and base intricately decorated with the powerful claws of the griffin, a symbol of the protection of royalty amongst His people.

Thu 10:32:09 AM EST Feb 16 Sapphic Jewel . . .
He holds it in a sunbeam gracing the wall of the castle. Swiveling His wrist to turn the chalice. Eyes well trained in detecting imperfection and a touch skilled in feeling fault both find it without blemish, indeed fit for a Queen. Powerful hands delve into the satchel once more and carefully remove a wine gourd. Delft fingers quietly set the cork free while the other maneuvers the chalice to the perfect height and with smooth tilt of wrist the flowing golden nectar swirls around inside the solid silver. Poured at the precise height to allow the aroma to envelop the air surrounding the chalice without impairing the smooth rich flavor. Mead, ancient drink of Gods and Royalty.

Thu 10:32:27 AM EST Feb 16 Sapphic Jewel . . .
He sets the chalice down. Remembering Who thought Him and the passionate intensity She told Him to approach all aspects of life He fetches a bottle, cotton swab and scalpel from the satchel and sets them on the counter. Undoing the bottle cap He pours the alcohol to soak into the cotton swab. Satisfied He meticulously rubs the alcohol into His upper chest. Taking the sealed scalpel He removes the stainless steel from its sterilized package and as taught holds it like an artists pencil. He presses the very beginning of the tip to penetrate the flesh where His collarbone meets His shoulder bone. Un-flinching He draws the blade to follow the ridge of His collarbones from left to right. The slight scrape mark gradually darkening as the blood seeps through the clean cut. He focuses to revel in the intense sensation of pain before thoroughly cleaning and returning the cutting tools and gourd to the satchel.

Thu 10:33:09 AM EST Feb 16 Sapphic Jewel . . .
Taking the chalice in both hands He walks proudly before Her. Over six foot tall and it not being right for Her to reach up He puts His left leg a meter in front of His right and bends both knees, keeping His back straight. Contracted calf and thigh muscles bulge and press out stretching the leather that covers them but not quivering as they support His lowered body. Hands and arms also held straight out as they present the gifted drink. Powerful chest held swelled out, pushing beads of blood through the cut. Droplets falling back to gather in the sunken skin between the hollow of His collar bones or trailing between His pec's, finding a crimson sanguine path to wind through stomach muscles. Determined dark brown eyes tell Mistress Beauty He will remain unmoving until requested to do otherwise.

Thu 12:22:14 PM EST Feb 16 Tarnay . . .
(3rd Place) na`tea{JGT} - serving on behalf of the Jewel

~Hearing the Beautiful Mistress Beauty-s request for a blackwyne, she rises, her dancers legs push her heated frame up... bare feet pad silently to the servery, only the soft tinkle of slave bells can be heard. Her mahogany hair, the color of fine red Gorean ink, swirls around her hips like a heavy curtain. Ebony silks sticking to a moist body, hips rolling, and bottom swaying in a wanton and seductive dance as she glides elegantly across the cold floor. Long fingers reach for the container of rare beans smuggled in from urth. she opens the lid, inhaling the intoxicating scent, a soft smile touches her crimson lips as she begins grinding the precious beans with the slow steady pounding of a flat rock, her breasts swaying invitingly with every movement, she gathers the fine powder and places it into a smuggled brewer. with a nod of her mahogany strands, she turns swiftly and spies a fine blood red mug for the Mistress' blackwyne, wrapping slender fingers around it she reaches to pull the knot from her delicate silks releasing the frail material and and exposing a dark turgid nipple, slowly, she rolls the rim of the mug along it-s tender flesh and smiles at its perfection. she winks suggestively to the Sexy Mistress, Almost letting the blood red mug slip from the counter, she turns swiftly back to the enticing smell of the blackwyne and fills the protected mug with the dark steaming liquid, before peeking impishly back to the Mistress

~ she turns, silks of ebony wrapping and caressing moistened alabaster skin, gossamer strand fluttering around her waist as she moves to the cold room to retrieve the fresh cream.

Thu 12:23:16 PM EST Feb 16 Tarnay . . .
moving with the stealth of a she-sleen, hips erotically swaying in a bewitching dance of pure primal passion. She swiftly pulls on the heavy door, the frosty air eerily descending around her bare feet then whooshing out causing dark turgid nipples to harden painfully. she rushes in, grabs the small pitcher of rich cream then hurries back out giving the door a saucy shove of a shapely hip. she places the pitcher of crème on the counter next to the small bowl of sweet rocks. When cold trembling fingers she reaches into the bowl, she gets a red and yellow sweet rock, dropping them into the mug adding a dollop of the rich cream.

she picks up the mug, gripping it securely, she swings around causing mahogany tresses to blaze a hot trail down an alabaster back to rest on the swell of swaying hips, exposed breasts jiggling invitingly. With a dancers grace she glides across the floor, feet moving in delicate steps, lyrical tinkling of bells and soft slapping of bare feet fills the air as she stops at Her lovely slippered feet. ~

Thu 12:23:31 PM EST Feb 16 Tarnay . . .
~Puddling down, her strong legs slip under her bottom, tiny heels poking out behind ebony silks, she arches her back like a tightly strung bow as her alabaster thighs slide apart, soft pink folds open to teasingly to reveal the glistening pearl hidden below, swimming in her heady juices, the aroma hot and heavy in the air around her screaming her wantonness. Eyes smoldering, mug pressed snugly at the wet valley between parted thighs. She lifts the mug up, offering with a cheeky grin, mahogany tresses spilling and Ooozing in her lap she looks hotly to Her. Wet, pink tongue slides across full lips, throaty voice emanates. ~

"Lovely Mistress Beauty, may this hot and sweet blackwyne warm and tempt You …as One's nearness does to na`…may both be found pleasing Mistress-

Thu 12:24:10 PM EST Feb 16 Tarnay . . .
tilara{JGT-r} - serving on behalf of the Jewel

kneeling gently upon plush furs that lay at Mistress Beauty's delicate feet, her thighs spread wide as her sun kissed silks fall modestly into place over her slave heat, her well tone back curves perfectly as her head is held proudly, her emerald orbs hide under long flowing lashes as she looks upon Her beauty, listening as she orders, blackwyne with two sugars no cream.
in a small eloquent voice she answers with "Yes Mistress...."

with one graceful move she rises to her small feet, takes one, two, three steps back before she pivots on small heels and sashays to the servery, while on her way to the servery a breeze blows gently through her ebony tresses, kissing her rosy cheeks as the wind blows... reaching the servery she turns and looks over her left shoulder, smiling a heavenly smile, then turns letting her emerald eyes gaze upon the mugs, pre-selecting a few before she reaches them to choose, smiling as her emeralds lay upon a shimmering mug made of crystal with gold trimmings, she lifts the mug up thinking to herself that this mug would accent Her beauty perfectly, she turns towards the fire to watch the light shimmer through it before taking it to her soft cheek, running it in a small circle she checks to see if there is any nicks or cuts that will damage Mistress lips,

Thu 12:24:25 PM EST Feb 16 Tarnay . . .
leaning over she grabs a rep cloth and with love and affection she cleans every nook and cranny, pleased she places a yellow and red sugar cube into the bottom of the mug before turning and sashaying a few steps to the kettle hanging over the fire pit, reaching her small hand out she lifts the kettle and pours the dark liquid over the waiting sugar cubes and watches as the black liquid begins melting them instantly, filling the mug just below the rim she replaces the kettle and takes the spoon from the counter and stirs the liquid as she pours fresh bosk milk into the liquid making it a golden brown before she turns and heads back to Mistress Beauty's feet.

rounding the counter she sashays across the taverns cool floor her head held high as her hips sway with sensual ease, she carefully steadies the steaming mug between her small hands, reaching the enfamious Mistress Beauty, she sinks gently to her knees, spreading her thighs modestly, with a toss of her silken hair, she lifts the mug so that a small bit of the hot creamy blackwyne can fall upon her ruby lips allowing her the special privilege of testing the Mistress- sweet liquid, lowering the mug to her slave heart she closes her emeralds counting softly to herself, one, two, three, opening her sparkling eyes again with relief that she is still breathing and now knowing that the drink is safe she raises her arms up high and lowers her silken framed head in between them gently and whispers... Mistress Beauty this girl has prepared Your blackwyne she hopes that it and this girl are both found pleasing.

Thu 12:25:09 PM EST Feb 16 Tarnay . . .
katya{JGT-r} - serving on behalf of the Jewel

~rising up in one fluid motion, smoothing the yellow silks that adorn every curve of her slave flesh while small feet carry her back three paces. she pivots on dainty heels leaving a whirlwind of yellow silks and sweet scent of dina blossoms in her wake as she makes her way to the servery with a soft sway of curvaceous hips.

~upon stepping inside the servery, she moves to the shelves scanning them with hazel green orbs searching for just the right mug to hold the blackwyne, the chocen beverage of Mistress Beauty, finding a heavy urthern one of blue, the sides etched in silver and gold symbles portraying a castle hidden in the clouds, a soft nod sends red curls about her pale face, a smile curves upon full ruby colored lips as her delicate finger runs over the rim of the heavy mug, carefully testing for any chips or breaks that might harm the lovely Mistress, before washing it and strolling off to the kettle of blackwyne heating on the fires.

Thu 12:25:26 PM EST Feb 16 Tarnay . . .
~amber lights flickering off supple tanned skin, while she takes up the ladle, stirring carefully a moment before filling the heavy blue mug of the pungent brew, she sashays to the countertop setting the blackwyne down she then takes 2 sugars and a dollop of cream adding them into the hot brew before stirring carefully taking the mug back up into her hands she pads back out with quick yet fluid steps.

~her smile widens as she lowers back down onto her knees before the Mistress, parting creamy thighs slightly allowing the yellow silks to dip between them softly, concealing what is hidden beneath, she takes the mug to her slave heart a moment in silent prayer before lifting it to full lush lips letting a small stream caress her tongue, head falling back allowing red curls to caress her bottom while counting out the silent beats of her slave heart, hazel green pools looking up softly before lowering down to the floor, her long slender arms outstretched upwards offering the blackwyne~

kat hopes You find Your blackwyne most pleasing this night, it was an honor to serve You Mistress Beauty

Thu 12:26:12 PM EST Feb 16 Tarnay . . .
(1st Place) felidea{JGT-r} - serving on behalf of the Jewel

A desire of blackwyne sends felidae stealthily to the servery. Long black mane shifting with the cadence humming in her mind, her shoulders and hips gently roll with pure erotic beckoning. She curls her slight, sleek form into the servery, hips shifting around the doorway agley, onyx eyes glance about, scanning keenly as though back with the Panthers on a hunt.

She deftly moves throughout as though in the jungle. Grasps a nearby cup like a tarn grasping its prey and wipes it clean throughout. Scooping up the special French beans she pivots to face the counter and pours them into the grinder. Mills the beans thrice to make sure they are finely minced.

Devising a way to steam the brew. She grasps a pan, two pots and mince. Curling her sensual body close to the embers the blackwyne as it brews seemingly rather dark to the eye.

Rising in a swift, fluid motion with well toned, supple legs of a former Panther girl. Twirling on the ball of foot she scours the shelves to uncover an ornate mug with an intricate design of a beautiful kajira with its own matching kajira tray. She wipes both down swiping outside and in. Each motion with feline effortlessness.

Thu 12:27:03 PM EST Feb 16 Tarnay . . .
Felidea pours the blackwyne into the chosen mug, generously adding bosk milk, then eager to please she begins steaming some creamy bosk milk. Adds one spoonful of white sugar and two of yellow, her tongue darting out to lick her lips in thoughts of the sweet powder. Places a small amount of each sugar and small spoon into matching bowls of crimson hue and places them on the tray in case the Mistress desires more sweetness.

So not to burn her darkly tanned and unmarred flesh, she raises her thin silks to retrieve the pot of foaming bosk milk and slowly ladles it into the mug. She delicately places the steaming mug on the tray along with the creamy milk and sugars. She finishes with a clean rep cloth folded to look like a bird, a lesson of dexterity whilst with the Panthers.

Bending down to retrieve the laden tray, her silks rising to expose tanned thighs and enticingly shaped ass, she raises the tray upon her right palm. With the balance that she honed as part of the Panther Lair, lifts it effortlessly. Smiling with head tossed proudly and bewitching eyes of black to the ground, taking small, measured steps back to Mistress Beauty with feline craftiness and nimbleness. Her slight hips and shoulders roll enticingly back and forth as her shifting torso twists

along with them unconsciously. Her long mane of rich, raven black hair swings like a waterfall down to her hips. Red silks cling like a lover to her enticing, sensual body. Because of her catlike elegance and agility, the tray never wavers. Her sense of equilibrium gleaned with learned and constant practice. Though she is no longer Panther, she retains their natural, feral beauty and feline poise and agility.

Thu 12:27:38 PM EST Feb 16 Tarnay . . .
Arriving at her destination, she descends to her knees with adept ease. Her long toned legs bend as they allow her knees to slowly slip together. With a slightly untamed smile, she arches her back and pushing full, upthrust breasts against the delicate material of her crimson silks. With head held regally, her eyes of darkness lower. she extends the tray, gripping it with both hands like a tarn would its newly slaughtered dinner and slinking her head between.

-Mistress Beauty, may this drink quench Your thirst and may the serve of this humble girl have been of pleasure-.

Thu 12:28:08 PM EST Feb 16 Tarnay . . .
(2nd Place) diamondsoul{JGT-SG} - serving on behalf of the Jewel

hearing Mistress Beauty's request for a fresh mug of blackwyne she rocks backwards and rises fluidly to her feet. Taking three dainty steps backwards, then pivoting on the balls of her feet, dark chocolate tresses swirling about her shoulders like a silken cape. Striding purposefully between furs and people, slender body swaying, twisting and turning gracefully as she makes her way into the servery, her crystalline blue eyes scanning the shelves for a suitable vessel.

her gaze falling on a simple deep forest green mug with the letters MB emblazoned on the face in gold, her lips curve into a delighted smile and her eyes sparkle in the firelight as she stretches up on her toes to reach the mug. Arching her back slightly and tipping her head back to see what her fingers are doing, dark hair gliding across the soft curve of a firm well rounded backside. her left foot going back slightly behind her for balance as one slender arm reaches to curl delicate fingers around the handle of the mug, pulling it down to the swell of full breasts as she runs the inside edge of her little finger around the rim checking for chips or flaws…

Thu 12:28:51 PM EST Feb 16 Tarnay . . .
finding none she takes up a repcloth and wipes down the inside and outside surfaces of the mug, polishing the golden letters at the same time, then sets the mug aside. Pulling out a tem wood tray from the shelf and polishing it as well then placing the mug in the center, she sidesteps to the cabinets where she repeats her dancers pose, rising up on the tips of her toes to reach the bowl of sugar, bringing it down carefully, and setting it beside the mug on the tray. Swinging around to step to the cold room door and tugging it open with both hands, her head dips slightly as if to ward off the chill air sweeping across her body, she steps inside with a soft but audible gasp.

snatching up the pitcher of bosk milk and racing back out into the warmth of the Tavern with a sheepish grin on her lips and a mischievous sparkle in her eye, she places the pitcher beside the sugar bowl and pulls a spoon from the drawer, setting that on the tray as well. Picking up the tray and resting it against the gentle curve of her left hip, she sashays to the fire pit in the center of the tavern and the kettle of blackwyne there. Dipping the ladle into the steaming black brew she withdraws and pours it into the mug, filling it nearly to the brim. Turning slowly and carefully so as not to spill she moves across the room to Mistress Beauty…

shifting the tray before her body, she sinks to her knees, parting them wide as crimson silks fall modestly between her legs leaving well toned creamy legs bared fully. Setting the tray down and using the spoon to dip out two spoonfuls of the sugar, dropping it into the blackwyne.

Thu 12:29:24 PM EST Feb 16 Tarnay . . .
Setting the soon into the mug she carefully adds a splash of cream to the mixture and stirs it well. Lifting the mug and tipping a delicate dark head back, she opens her mouth and tilts the mug to let a few drops of the steaming fluid fall into her mouth. Swallowing and waiting three beats of her heart to be sure the drink is safe, she lifts it out and towards Mistress Beauty

Mistress, Your blackwyne. A girl hopes both it and she are pleasing to You.

Thu 01:11:48 PM EST Feb 16 Tarnay . . .
linna{JGT-y} - serving on behalf of the Jewel

*the girl hears the command of Mistress Beauty and answers
immediately* "yes Mistress" *and she rises from her kneeling position in the serving furs, rolling back on her heels and rising to her small feet, she takes a step back, then with a swift turn she pads quickly across the cold stone floor of the Jewel to prepare and serve the blackwyne to the lovely Mistress as ordered*

*she enters the servery, the yellow silk flowing smoothing with each step she takes. linna reaches up, her small frame stretching as she finds a mug and spins it once with her pointed finger, then again, bringing it close to the edge of the shelf until if finally falls to her small hands. She holds it up, inspecting it before she brings the mug to the soft flesh of her wrist, turning it slowly to ensure no chips are present that would hurt the Mistress. She sets the mug on the counter, gasping as it begins to slip from the counter to the floor, grabbing it up in fright, she places it once again on the counter and pushes it back to a safe distance before turning to retrieve a bowl of sugar and setting it safely on the counter as well, her breath still rapid with the near fatal slip of the mug*

Thu 01:12:43 PM EST Feb 16 Tarnay . . .
*she moves to the cold room and pulls on the door, her small heels digging into the ground as she uses what little body weight she has to open the door, the coldness hitting her, causing her flesh to become chilled, the soft silk clinging to her as she retrieves a bowl of bosk cream before shifting back out and laying a slight shoulder into the door and pushing for all her might until the door shuts. she places the cream on the counter then picks up the kettle with the blackwyne in it and pours the black liquid into the mug, she then puts the kettle back over the fire carefully not to spill one single drop and opens up a drawer, crying out quietly as she breaks a nail, placing it in her mouth sucking on it poutingly, as she selects a clean spoon and then closing the drawer*

Thu 01:12:54 PM EST Feb 16 Tarnay . . .
*she carefully dips the spoon into the sugar and pours it into the mug, 3 times, before then gathering a -dollop- of the bosk cream into the spoon and lowering it into the blackwyne, stirring it slowly and watching as it turns in color to a reach golden brown. she lays the spoon on the counter a bit to hard and sighs as it bounces slightly and then picking the mug with major care with dainty hands, she holds it as a cherished possession, not needing anymore mishaps, as she turns and pad carefully across the cold stone floor to where the Mistress sits, kneeling down slowly, crossing her ankles and resting small frame on heels as her thighs spread modestly, she straightens, her shoulders roll back before she brings the mug to her lips and takes a sip, pausing for the 5 beats of her heart to ensure the drink will not harm Mistress Beauty, the girl then places a soft kiss on the rim of the mug and turns it in her hands and lifts it up so the Mistress may reach it, keeping her eyes lowered in respect she speaks softly* may linna offer this drink to You Mistress Beauty in hopes that it quenches Your thirst and that her service has been pleasing to You.

Thu 01:51:44 PM EST Feb 16 Lady Mckenna . . .
~Classy Bitch - representing the Emerald Tower~

~Sitting upon Her knees before the fire place, looking over to see the Beauty of Mistress Beauty Her heart begins to pound and She finds it hard to concentrate, with the faintest of nods being seen, She looks around to make sure She was the Oone being nodded to, with the Sweetest of smirks upon the Mistress's lips She realizes indeed the nod was to Her.

Standing up slowly with the pride, She makes Her way over towards Mistress Beauty, sounds of the bells chime upon Her ankles telling a story of this Sswitches life, Her hips move erotically back and forth in a hypnotic manner. Lowering Her head and gaze as She approaches the Mistress kneeling down before Her leather chair, hearing the requested drink, lowering Her head all the way down ki! ssing the floor before the Mistress,scooting back upon Her knees three times, slowly rising from the ground and turning upon the ball of Her right foot She makes Her way towards the servery

Eyes focused on the servery mind focused on a perfect serve, She calms Her breathing as She feels the room is watching Her and most importantly knowing the Mistress is. Approaching the servery She walks behind making sure it is clean before starting. Grabbing a silver serving tray, placing it upon the counter She puts the kettle of water to boil. Opening a cabinet and finding a perfect china tea cup and saucer. Trailing the cup upon Her right wrist then left, finding no imperfections or flaws, then doing the same with the saucer, placing them both upon the tray and grabbing a tea bag of earl grey tea. Setting the tea bag in as She gets startled from the scream of the kettle. Opening the refrigerator grabbing a small sterling silver container of cream, a few slices of lemon and sugar cubes. Setting them on the tray, grabs the kettle

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moving before the cup and slowly pours. Smelling sweet memories as She places the kettle back upon the stove top, Grabbing a pink crystal vase and a silk Pink flower She examines the tray before lifting it.

Trying Her best not to bite upon Her bottom lip as, She locks Her eyes to Mistress Beauty's beautiful gaze, then lowers Her eyes respectfully as She moves across the room then approaches, tray held high and forwards as She goes down upon Her knees, thighs spread painfully wide to show the pain She would go thru is ever asked, shoulders back, breasts thrust forwards as stomach sucks in, toes pointed outwards so the bottom of Her tattoed feet can be seen. Speaking in a low soft tone but loud enough that the Mistress can hear Her properly

~Mistress Beauty it has been My honour and wish for many years to be able to be Oone that serves You, this Sswitch hopes it not only showed the pride that was meant to be seen, but showed that this One takes pride in everything that She does. Please do enjoy the offerings before You since I truly enjoyed being of service to You~

She holds the tray there until Mistress Beauty examines everything and tells Her where to place the tray, doing so softly She sets it upon the table next to the Mistress, lowering Her head and kissing the ground before Mistress Beauty's feet, She scoots back three times upon Her knees and crawls back over to the furs before the fireplace to wait to be used or needed for any services~

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