Rituals symbolise Ownership and Possession Rituals are used to reinforce and maintain feelings of Ownership and Possession. Being served is one of the principal reasons why owners and dominants invest their time in establishing O&P relationships. Service is not limited to domestic work and sexual use, but can also include companionship, acting as a social secretary, managing accounts, improving the house, and learning new skills. Service reinforces the difference in status between servant and master, and provides opportunities to overcome feelings of false entitlement and misplaced pride. And yet good service is also something to take pride in providing, and a submissive who serves well is someone to be proud of.
Tea ceremony
I purify my heart and mind from all the worries of the world, then I’m able to fully serve myMaster. I wash my hands, to get rid of the dust from the outside world, now it’s only you and me! This moment exists only for you. I clean the tools here right in front of you i do this with highly graceful movements, because it is important that it should be aesthetically pleasing for everybody watching.
I know that I’m not allowed to use unnecessary words or unnecessary movements
I measure the perfect amount of tea from a tiny tin box I show you the tiny copper kettle on the small stand. A dung fire burns under it. A small, heavy, curved glass is nearby, on a flat box, which would hold some two ounces of the tea. Bazi tea is drunk in tiny glasses, usually three at a time. I lifted the kettle from the fire and, carefully, pour you a tiny glass of tea.
I lower my arms, sliding up my thighs, delicate hands rest…the slave remains motionless, kneeling quietly at the Master’s feet
The Master dismisses a girl at this point. Why, I do not know.
I softly whisper… Yes Master ..my eyes lowered i lean forward, pressing a gentle kiss to the ground at your feet, backing away three full paces, as i rise crossing my hands above my heart i whisper…thank you Master for allowing this slave the pleasure of serving you…with a sweet smile i turn and hastens to the serving furs.
Coffee serve
“May I serve you?” I ask
I carefully wipe the cup with my hands they slightly, shake on the coffee pot
I attend to the filling of the cup
I pour carefully, the hot, black beverage into the tiny red cup.
I pour carefully, terrified that i might spill it.
I then approach delicately, as though timidly, head down.
carrying the coffee pot I rise to my feet and approach you
I kneel back on my heels, knees widely spread, in the common position of the Pleasure Slave. I
Hold the cup in both hands.
I take the cup and hold it against my body, pushing inward against my belly, low, below the navel.
I press the cup into my waist. I
press the cup into my left breast softly but firmly. I
press the cup into my right breast softly but firmly.
I press the cup into my shoulders. I touch the cup to my collar.
I press my lips to the cup, to its side, kissing it.
I close my eyes.
Again head turned to the side, i press my lips softly, lovingly, lingeringly, delicately, fully, against it, kissing it.
I Open my eyes.
Gazing over the rim at my master, i kiss the cup tenderly, and lick it, lovingly, lingeringly, for he is the master, and he is permitting me a mere slave, to serve him.
I Lower my head, down between my arms.
I Throw my hair forward.
Extend my arms, lifting the cup
“For your pleasure, I bring you coffee and a slave.”
“Thank you, Master.”
I bow my head and with a shy smile back gracefully, then turn and hurri away. Let me try that again.
My head down, i withdraw
I withdraw gracefully, gratefully, still facing the table,better still… naeh…
After the coffee is poured i rose up and body bent, head down, eyes cast down, backed gracefully, silently, away, withdrawing to the side.
Hold on! I knelt back, about a yard from the table.
Then i withdrew, a bit, to kneel in the background, where, unobtrusively, i would be at hand, should i be needed, or wanted, or desired.