the serve
dicentra watches Him enter the room, and her wide emerald eyes light with pleasure at being in His presence again, her eyes following His movements with a loving, worshipful gaze. she uncurls her long, lean legs from the sofa and stands, smoothing her gossamer-fine silks down over the voluptuous flare of her hips, her hands tracing the feminine flare from her smallish waist, pulling the silks tight against the full, round cheeks of her bottom for a moment, then releasing her hands again as she takes a step.
slowly she pads over to Him, her bare feet silent against the cool, smooth wooden floor, her hips swaying gently in their own musical rythym, sending the hem of her silks lightly swishing about her upper thighs. the small silver toe ring she wears flashes in the light, casting a little shaft of brilliance along the smooth, flawless skin of her calves as she walks. her head tilts lightly to one side, tumbling her long, trailing sunset curls forward to frame her face, one particularly rambunctious curl drifting into her eyes as a smile curves her full, rosy lips.
she tosses her hair back over her shoulders, letting the long, russet curls bounce against her shoulder blades as she crosses all the way to Him and leans forward to gently kiss His cheek, her soft lips barely brushing against His skin, then she pauses a moment, a breath away from His skin, drinking in the closeness, His scent, His presence... before slowly pulling back. she gazes at Him a moment in adoration, her eyes locked to His as she sighs softly, happily, content in her servitude to Him.
dicentra takes three slow steps backward, her eyes still on Him, her movements slow and deliberate, before she turns and crosses to the servery. her steps are light and lithe, almost catlike in the long strides as her body glides across the room. for a moment, she pauses to look back at Him, her body before the window which frames the autumnal sunset. the outside light glimmers through her silks as she stands there, outlining her body to His eyes and turning her ivory skin to gold. the light from behind glints against her hair, her curls the same color as the light and glistening with honey highlights.
she gazes at Him worshipfully for a long moment, her sparkling eyes taking in every inch of her Beloved. dicentra tries to express in her gaze the way her soul fills with light whenever He is near, the way her heart thunders with unequaled rapture. a soft, happy sigh escapes her lips as she smiles at Him, then slowly blinks her wide eyes and turns back to continue on to the servery.
as she slips behind the bar, she allows her hand to trail lightly along the highly polished mahogany surface, her touch so light that it does not leave a mark or mar the polish as she gently traces her fingers along the woodgrain pattern. her wrist turns along with her movements in almost a dance, echoing the musical rythym of her slow gait. she keeps her eyes on her task, but her body is attuned to her Master's presence across the room. she is almost able to feel Him, to sense His eyes upon her as He quietly sits, His eyes following her very gesture, her every pause, her every small movement in tribute to Him.
turning, she looks up at the large wall of glass fronted cabinets that back the servery. she catches her own reflection in the highly polished glass for a moment and a small giggle passes her lips, sounding like the tinkling of tiny bells. her eyes scan the contents of the cabinets for a moment, before they alight on her Master's favorite silver goblet, resting high on the upper-most shelf.
dicentra steps forward and traces her fingertips around the small round cabinet knobs before she gently grasps them and pulls them open. her head tilts back as she looks up at the faint glint of the fine silver so far above, her long curls brushing over the small of her back as she does so. a small smile graces her full lips, as she feels her Master's eyes on her from behind. she imagines His pleasured smile at her predicament and feels a small twinge of happy pleasure and anticipation run through her lower belly.
she pauses and looks up at the shelves again, her head tilting to one side as she considers, her curls tossing slightly. carefully, she places one hand flat, palm-down on the counter-top for balance as she raises to her tip toes and reaches the other hand far above her head. her fingertips barely edge over the rim of the top shelf, and she raises herself slightly higher, the muscles in her well-toned calves standing out, defined in their slight strain. she bites her lower lip and closes her eyes, concentrating all of her efforts on the movements of her fingertips as they gingerly inch over the edge of the shelf and brush across the cool silver, carefully edging it forward slightly as she catches the bottom of the stem in her grasp.
for several long moments, her body is nearly still, stretched to it's very limits, her silks inching slightly up the back of her thighs til they barely conceal the luxuriant curve where her upper thigh meets her bottom. her entire being strains slightly, remaining taut as she carefully inches the goblet closer and closer to the edge of the shelf.
the heavy silver piece edges slightly over the rim of the shelf, and she opens her eyes, tilting her head back to measure it's progress. as it inches slightly further, it begins to tilt, and she neatly grasps it just as it begins to topple, her body tilting back slightly as she returns to the floor from her toes, a small gasp of happy relief passing from her smiling lips. she stands there for a moment, then turns to better examine the goblet in the light.
her wide, doe eyes squint slightly as she concentrates on examining the glass, turning it slightly and holding it up to the light to carefully inspect it from every angle. her expression remains studious for a moment, then a small frown of consternation creases her brow as she spots a fingerprint along the polished surface.
dicentra raises the hem of her silks slightly and carefully, with small circular motions, polishes away the spot. she seems oblivious to the way her raised silks expose the long length of her thigh and the creamy, sensual curve of one hip. she barely seems to notice as her movements, each small circle repeated slowly, gently swish her silks to and fro, affording her Master almost-glimpses of His treasure as the silks flutter by.
she smiles, satisfied, and lets the silks drop, her eyes raising for a moment over the rim of the glass to meet her Master's, a small mischevious twinkle in her expression before she looks back to the goblet to continue her inspection.
she looks it over once more, then raises the goblet as her rosy lips slightly part. as she lightly presses it against her lower lip, her eyes drift closed in concentration and the light catches her long lashes, casting shadows down along her sculpted ivory cheeks. she slowly spins the heavy goblet against her lower lip, the cool metal sending a tiny, unseen shiver along her spine. the thick weight of the silver catches her full lower lip slightly, tugging at it as she spins, the tiny movement reminiscent of a lover's kiss.
satisfied that there are no imperfections in the goblet that might mar her Master's handsome lips, she smiles, her eyes fluttering open again to meet His as she gently places the goblet onto the top of the bar.
dicentra turns and looks about the servery for a moment, then spies her Master's favorite etched silver tray under the bar in the very back. she smiles slightly, then crosses to that end of the bar. she bends deeply at the waist as she reaches in to retrieve it, her back arching deeply and the rounded cheeks of her voluptuous bottom raising high in the air, her silks sliding steadily higher, and pausing just below her bottom.
she reaches in for the tray, her curls tumbling down around her face as she does, and grasps it, only to discover that it is tightly wedged in place by items out of her sight. with a small whimper of effort, she tugs it slightly, her bottom wriggling in the air with her movements, the silks tightening over the twin globes of her bottom, twitching slightly from side to side as she slowly tugs the tray from it's place. she struggles a moment longer, then finally pulls it free and straightens again, her face slightly flushed.
she places the tray carefully on the top of the bar, looking it over and smiling. though she knows not who secreted it in such a difficult spot (though she has her suspicions, confirmed by the playful smile on her Master's face as she looks up at Him for a moment) it seems to be none the worse for the wear, and shines as brightly as it did that afternoon when she had finished polishing it, being sure to clean the etchings especially carefully. she traces her fingertip along her Master's etched initials for a moment, a loving smile curving her lips.
dicentra turns again and crosses to the linen cabinet, the crisp autumn breeze from the slightly opened window next to it blowing her curls back from her face. she inhales deeply, her eyes closing for a moment in pleasure as she slowly kneels down, her thighs slightly parted as they always are in her Master's presence, always keeping herself open to Him, and leans forward, then slides open the bottom drawer, which contains the finest of the linens.
she smiles at the sight that meets her eyes, the crisp linen squares, carefully ironed and lovingly folded in preparation for this evening. she draws out the one on the top with a small thrill of happiness. her eyes travel over the heavy, midnight blue linen accented with fine embroidery done in delicate silver thread to match the etchings on her Master's favorite tray. she thinks for a moment of the long hours she spent at that task, wanting her service to her Master to be particularly lovely on this special night, and she knows her efforts will be rewarded with His warmth and smile.
as she pauses there for a moment, the breeze drifts in from the window, lightly lifting the hem of her silks from behind. she remains still, a shiver running along her flesh and her eyes closing for a moment at the light brush of the air against her skin. she feels her Master's eyes upon her, upon His possession, as the air lifts her silks, letting them hover weightlessly for a moment above the smooth flesh of her round bottom before they settle into place again, lightly whispering against her skin.
smiling, she closes the drawer, leans back again and rocks back on her heels to smoothly rise. dicentra slips back behind the bar of the servery, the crisp linen square in her hands and a playful glint in her emerald eyes as she casts a glance over to her Master, watching Him as He gazes upon her movements with a contented countenance.
first she snaps out the napkin, checking it over again, just to be certain it is perfect. smiling, she then folds it and places it gingerly on the tray, followed by the silver goblet, turning it slightly so that it stands just so, above the initials of her Beloved's name.
as dicentra turns to the refrigerator, a soft lilting tune wafts over to His ears. she hums lightly, and He recognizes the melody as one He has often heard drifting through the house as she busies herself with tasks of His assignation. usually He hears her singing, the lightness of her voice almost haunting, drifting in from another room, and so as she hums, the words run through His mind, "there's a Somebody i'm longing to see, i hope that He... turns out to be... Someone to watch over me. like a little lamb who's lost in the wood, i know i could... always be good... to One who'd watch... over me..."
He smiles softly as she continues with her preparations, the melody still drifting slowly across the room. as she reaches the refrigerator and opens the door, she bends slightly, her round bottom upturned again to His gaze, and this time swaying lightly to the music of her own making.
she gazes into the light of the refrigerator, her wide eyes searching out the crystal decanter holding her Master's favorite beverage. the sweet orange elixir catches her eye from the back corner, and she reaches deep inside to retrieve it, her body stretching slightly in a catlike, languorous reach.
as she leans further into the refrigerator, a chilled draft of air slips down the front of her silks, making her breath catch slightly in her throat, halting the tune from her lips as she feels her sensitive, rosy buds tighten under the chill. as her fingertips grasp the neck of the decanter and she pulls it free, she glances downward and sees the obvious response of her body. the nerves, already heightened in sensitivity just by being near her Master have betrayed her body's longing already.
dicentra straightens, and her gossamer thin silks cling once again to her curves, clearly outlining the delicate state of her arousal as she turns to face the bar, and her Master, once again. she can feel His eyes trace over her with her every step, the sense of His approving, lustful gaze causing a rosy flush to rise in her cheeks and quickening her heart til she can feel it fairly thundering in her chest.
she keeps her eyes on her task at hand, afraid that if she glances up at Him, if she meets His possessing eyes that she will lose all track of what she is supposed to be doing. instead she gently places the decanter on the bar's top, and traces her fingers lightly around the crystal bead on the top of the cork before pulling it out and placing it gingerly on the bar.
dicentra tips the flask slowly, letting the cool liquid splash softly into the bottom of the goblet and slowly fill it to the rim. she watches the level rise slowly, making sure the glass is full to the very top but not a drop more. she slowly raises the decanter, and as she does she spies one golden drop hovering on the rim. before it has a chance to fall, she scoops it up carefully with her fingertip, and then raises her fingertip to her lush lips, which slowly part. with a quick flicker of her small pink tongue, she captures the drop and draws it into her mouth with a small, satisfied smile, much like that of a kitten who has just lapped up a bit of cream.
she scoops up the crystal topped cork and recaps the decanter before turning to cross again to the refrigerator to replace it inside. her steps are light, almost dancing her across the floor, for she knows soon she will present this beverage to her Master, and will be happily kneeling at His feet again.
dicentra pauses on her way back to the bar, spying the silver colander resting in the sink. it contains the bounty she brought home from the farmers market earlier in the day, plump and ready to be eaten. she gazes at the fruits for a moment, then reaches into an upper cabinet to retrieve a small silver plate.
she places the plate on the counter and reaches into the colander to tenderly pluck a stem of rich, ruby red grapes from the bunch, then curls the stem around the edge of the plate. next, she selects a plump, ripe peach and runs her fingertips lightly over the downy outer layer, stretched tautly over the ripe, juicy flesh inside. she places it carefully in the inner curve of the grapes then turns back to the colander. she traces her hands over the various items for a moment, looking for those whose colors and shapes will lend beauty and contrast to the plate. smiling, she selects a deep purple, almost black plum, a handful of rosy raspberries, and a cool, fleshy mango to add to the plate. humming softly, she scatters a few pecans and walnuts from the bowl on the counter around the edge of the plate and raises it to cross back to the bar.
gently, she places the plate upon the serving tray and smiles at the lovely arrangement it makes, her eyes raising to her Master's across the room. she pauses for a moment, drinking Him in with her eyes and knowing, deep in her heart, just how lucky she is.
dicentra lifts the tray and slowly crosses the room. her steps are light, her feet seeming to fairly float across the floor, the liquid in the goblet barely shifting with her studied grace. she keeps her wide eyes on His, feeling the heat emanating from Him, nearly scorching her skin with the sinful pleasure of it as she draws near.
she pauses before Him, staying still a moment, then gently slips to her knees. parting her long, toned thighs widely, her silks draw slowly up her creamy flesh, til her Master's treasure is exposed to His eyes. her back takes on a sinuous arch and she gingerly places the tray between her thighs. her eyes lowered, she takes the goblet in her hands.
dicentra draws the cool silver cup along one thigh as she slowly brings it closer to her slave heat. when the icy goblet reaches the pink petals of the flower of herr slave heat, she is barely able to contain a small gasp. a chill passes through her as she gently brushes it against her most sensitive places, her eyes drifting closed for a moment.
she continues the movement of the goblet, her eyes fluttering open again. the heavy goblet passes up over her stomach, the motion drawing her silks tight against her body and outlining her every curve, then between her breasts. she holds the goblet in place, against her heart, for three long, steady beats, wishing she could somehow make the devotion filling her tangible, could pour it out into the goblet for Master to see, but knowing it would overflow any vessel man has ever made.
dicentra slowly brings the goblet to her ripe, rosy lips and presses a soft kiss to the rim. with a shy smile, she raises the goblet in her hands over her lowered head, her curls falling down about her face and her eyes sparkling with love as she quietly says, "may this girl, and may her service please You Master."