Sul-paga

La kajira rises from the serving furs, caramel tresses dancing down her back as she rises on shapely legs and pads her way to the servery, slave bells ringing softly as she goes. She goes to the cupboards and opens them, stretching her lithe body up to get a bowl for the Master's paga...her silks rising high to reveal the fullness of her creamy bottom atop her sunkissed thighs. La kajira brings the bowl down, carefully inspecting it for imperfections and lifts the bottom of her silks to wipe the bowl clean. She holds the bowl close to her body as she makes her way to the wall by the fires and lifts a verr-skin bota from the wall...pressing it between her full breasts, testing its warmth and insuring its temperature is perfect for the Master. She carefully slings the bota over her shoulder and turns on the ball of her foot, entering the common area with a radiant smile and ebony eyes sparkling. She approaches the Master, kneeling before Him with grace, and places the bowl between her spread thighs. La kajira brings the bota from her shoulder, lifting the cork to her mouth and pulls it cleanly with her pearly teeth, then brings it to the bowl, pouring the paga into it and smelling the strength of the paga's aroma drifting up to her. La kajira replaces the cork carefully and sets the bota aside, then lifts the bowl to her ample breasts, cradling it next to her heart and whispering a small blessing for the Master's health. She brings it to her lips, taking the smallest sip to assure against impurities to Him, and then kisses the rim tenderly, turning it towards Him and offering it up with outstretched arms and head bent low between them and in a soft voice, says, "May this paga warm Your palate and soothe You, and may this girl be pleasing to Your eye and bring warmth to Your soul."

A tray of Fresh Fruit

La kajira rises from the Mistresses feet and backs away respectfully, then straightens to perfect posture and turns on the ball of her foot to go to the servery, soft, shining hair framing her face and sheer silks flaring out gently as she does. She goes to the cupboard and reaches up to get a serving tray, hair draping down her back like a silken brown cloak as she stands on the balls of her feet and brings it down, running her fingers over the delicately etched flowers in the center of the tray and inspecting it for imperfections. La kajira wipes it clean with a soft repcloth and sets it on the counter, then goes to the coolroom. The chill of the room embraces la kajira, making her flesh tight and her nipples harden as she searches the shelves...thoughtfully selecting various fruits, inspecting them for freshness and ripeness and brings them back to the counter. La kajira slices and sections and fruits into bite sized pieces with the knife attached to wall, taking little tastes of it as she arranged with around the tray...making sure of its purity and goodness and careful to make its arrangement pleasing to the eye. She lifts the tray from the counter, holding it close to her slave belly and enters the common room, the cool breeze kissing her flushed face as she walks quietly and quickly to the Mistress and lowers herself to her knees before Her. La kajira hold the tray close to her heart, where her passion to please and serve lie, and whispers a small prayer for the Mistress's well being. La kajira then kisses the rim of the tray and turns it towards Her, lowering her head between her smooth outstretched arms and softly says "May this fruit sweeten Your palate and nourish You and may this girl be pleasing to You, as it is a privilege for her to serve You.