Day2:Administration Slave Wine, Serve

[16:12]  Gunner: sion

[16:12]  Gunner: you are exquisite

[16:12]  Fox: thank you my Master

[16:12]  Gunner: your beauty comes from inside you

[16:13]  Gunner: the slave I see

[16:13]  Gunner: is more then the slave you feel now

[16:14]  Gunner: the fire that burns inside you

[16:14]  Gunner: the slave you are

[16:15]  Gunner: moving close to you I reach into the pouch on My belt and remove a small green vile

[16:15]  Fox looks to him shrinking back some

[16:15]  Gunner: holding it up to you "this is slave wine"

[16:16]  Gunner: I take a fistfull of your hair and pull your head back as I break the seal

[16:16]  Fox pales as her eyes widens a little as she looks to teh vail, struggles hisses at the grip

[16:16]  Gunner: "swollow it all" I place the opening to your sweet lips and pour it into your mouth

[16:17]  Fox gasps gagging a little, whimpers as she swallows the contents, coughing

[16:17]  Gunner: dropping the vile I cover your mouth with My hand

[16:17]  Fox shakes her head, tears forming looking at him helplessly trembling

[16:17]  Gunner: "sion tonght you have had slave wine

[16:18]  Gunner: the time for your opening is close

[16:18]  Fox pants heavily, clenching her small fists

[16:18]  Gunner: "tell Me how does it feel knowing that I will be opening you soon"

[16:20]  Fox: frightening, uncertainty...she looks to him swallowing hard still tasting teh bitterness in her mouth

[16:20]  Gunner: berin Me a bowl of paga and you may have a small sip of water

[16:20]  Fox: yes my Master

[16:26]  Fox moves pass him with care, rubbing a little at the back of her head where he had gripped her hair, entering, she moves to teh kitchen salon, finding the bottle of paga upon the shelf she gently uncorks it, remembering he prefers it heated, she pours it lightly into the kettle before returning it to the shelf, reaching up upon the top shelf she found the blue and gold bowl of his, her muscles tight as she stretches, she coukld feel the warmth from the hearth, causing her to flush and small beads of sweat formed upon her pale flesh, wiping out the bowl with the edge of what was left of her silks she sets it down upon the counter, carefully picking up the kettle she fills the bowl with the paga, she was shaking a little, shakes her head to calm herself she sets the kettle back down.....<c>

[16:30]  Fox picks the bowl with care she turns upon her feet, emerald eyes gazes out as she moves with sensual care, approaches him, purses her lips lightly as she steps lightly, gently melting down to her knees she brought the bowl up, lowering her head as she proffers it to him, her arms stretched before her as she spoke softly....your paga my Master, hope tis to your liking and that it refreshes you...she whispers trying to keep calm under his gaze