~basks momentarily in her thoughts of Master as shivers of desire move over her body as raine moves gracefully toward the servery ...her chin high and proud...her kolar glistening in the setting sun adorning her throat in her slavery...strong, lithe legs turn quickly from Him,...the sensitive backs of her thighs exposed by the shortness of her silks as she moves as poetry through the camp stopping at the fires~

~moving around the fires, a girl kneels to the stones on its skirt....reaching upwards fingertips to touch the bota's to feel for warmness...her fingertips caressing the leather as if a lover.....raine shakes her head slowly as she reaches aside and pulls the black tripod upwards and looks for the small black pot~

~her gaze briefly flickers toward Him and His powerful presence…the red silks shimmering beautifully, as small sure hands begin placing the three pieces together over the small fire to the left of the larger one used for warmth....holding the small black kettlepot to a girl...raine lifts it upwards...running her fingertips around its edge before turning it over to insure its cleanliness for Him....satisfied that the kettle is clean, a girls arms reach outwards, the silks taunt against her breasts as she places the small blackness into the tripod~

~lifting the first of the botas from its sling atop the fires, raine again checks its warmth....the small negative shake of a girls head sends her fiery mane cascading down about her shoulders and lower to cascade along the ridges to the small of a girl's back and hips...settling back down to the small fire and tripod, a girls lil pink tongue moves over its tip to insure the waxy seal nay broken before her teeth sink into its flesh softly and tug upon its rim~

~rising upwards on her knees, the red silks flaring slightly in the nights' breeze, raine leans over closer to the fire ...tiny hands pour the amber liquid into the small black kettle...so that it will warm to the right temperature for Master's pleasure…. small beads of dampness form over a girl's legs as they kneel...her neck..and lower to recede into the deep V between her breasts at being so near the blaze…the collar of Jihadhi glistening at her neck tightly~

~raine reaches for the second kettle pot to invert and place it over the first to allow it to warm quicker and catch nay dust in Master's drink.....raine rises softly...her body now bathed in shadows and spirit as she places the bota back to its place over the larger fire before spinning on her heel and moving into the serving wagon to fetch Master a bowl in which to press His lips…being tugged instantly by the dark haired Guard and thoroughly kissed raine playfully bats away His hands as she skootches quickly into the servery laughing~

~the soft scent of talenders bathe the nights breeze as raine blows a kiss to the wind for her Master as he moves through her mind…her body beautiful in slavery moves into the servery…her intelligent mind immediately knowing which bowl she wants to serve in for Master's pleasure......reaching the servery a girl spies it glowing, well polished, as if a beacon to her fingertips as she reaches for its beauty~

~ The ebony exterior of the highly sanded and polished wood....the strikes of white adorning its shell as if swords battling....the painted Warrior with eyes of gold are captivating as the feet of the vessel are shaped as if the handles of swords.....smiling brightly at her choice, thinking it perfect for Master raine lowers the rim, the one of which He will rest His lips, to her neck...swirling it deeply long her creamy throat to be absolutely sure nay harm should come to Him as He sips~

~raine holds her favorite bowl to her breasts lightly as she descends the steps of the wagon, the foot of the vessel rubbing lightly against her nipple as she bounces down the stairs...a soft moan escapes her throat as she quickly removes it and holds it lighter on her way back to the fire...to see if Master's paga has been warmed sufficiently yet....folding her strong and sensual form to lower….gracefully….to the sands a girl holds the ebony bowl tightly between her silky thighs~

~her body now knelt...the cherished and loved kolar glimmering about her throat...raine lightly touches the kettle pot to check its warmth....tiny hands reach for it carefully and lift it to a girl's cheek to test its heat...knowing it is not warm enough a girl places it back on the tripod for another moment as her eyes flicker to the beautiful child now playing in camp~

~raines thoughts move about her head clashing together in happiness at being allowed to serve this Master…His mind and with a constant battle with hers as the smile moves across her lips mischeviously....tiny hands place the ebony bowl to the warming stone...raine's hands clasp the cloths and lift the kettle with paga now warm enough for His lips to pour it into the footed vessel....happy of her job well done a girl quickly scoops up the bowl, placing the cloth over it for warmth and nay to spill on her sexy legs as she moves to His feet~

~a girl lowers to Your feet most humbly to serve...lifting a the bowl upwards, its warmth in no compare to a girl's delight in seeing You and Yours so very happy, raine's head lowers respectfully as she pulls the bowl upward over her belly in submission...over her heart in devotion and high over her head in servitude~...raine hopes that this warms You Master, and that You have found her service pleasing this night and it has brought honor to O/our home, a rise to your leathers (ewg), and most importantly honor to her Master...