He knew what she looked like even though he was not permitted to look at her. He remembered details of every opportunity he had to steal a glance that night. He knew she had jet black hair, which she wore over her left shoulder, and was roughly mid-shoulder in length. He knew her complexion was dark, flawless and olive, a very medetaranian apperance.
The boy was kneeling before her, naked save for a simple black collar and a steel birdcage chastity device. His heart racing as fast as it was when he first got assigned to her for the evening.
Swallowing hard and trying to control himself, the boy concentrates on his posture as taught. His back is straight with wrists crossed in the small of his back, his knees spread wide, his chest pushed out, his chin raised high but his eyes lowered to her spotless, knee-length boots.
Hearing the conversation around him as Ladies chat and enjoy themselves, a sharp noise brings his attention suddenly back to the Lady. The chinking sound of a sharp nail being tapped against a tumbler. Knowing this is his cue the boy's eyes rise, moving up to the breathtaking sight of the Lady he serves. His mind desperatly trying to steal yet more details of her before his gaze must drop again.
Uncrossing his wrists to bring his hands to his thighs, flipping them palm up as he moves from 'Rest' to 'Attention'. Once settled for a moment he brings his right hand up and places his index finger to his lips, the way he is to ask permission to speak.
The slightest nod from the Lady is enough to grant it. Lowering his hand he very respectfully says; "Thank you for the permission to speak Miss....This boy humbly requests if he may have the honour of refilling your bacardi and coke with no ice Miss?", another nod from the Lady with her silky voice muttering a; "Yes boy".
Carefully he takes the tumbler and pushes to his toes, staying low and backing away for three paces before turning and rising to his full height to walk to the bar. His vision lowered still as he passes other Ladies.
Once he is behind the bar the used tumbler is placed in the dishwasher and he selects a clean one from the shelf. Turning it in the light, he scrutinizes it for the slightest imperfection that would deem it unworthy of a Lady. Finding none, the tumbler is rinsed thouroughly to rid it of any accumulated dust and dried using a fresh tea towel.
Working quickly yet efficiently, the boy adds the measure of bacardi and then adds the coke, smiling as he hears the fizz. Cradling the tumbler in both hands he makes his way back to the Lady, again his gaze lowered and with a smile on his face.
Melting to his knees before her, the tumbler is brought up the axis of his body. Stopping at his face to add a single kiss to the base of the tumbler in respect to her, the tumbler is lifted high above him and into her reach. His voice again singing of respect he quietly says; "Thank you for the honour of allowing me to serve you Miss".
Finally, as the tumbler is lifted from his hands he finishes the serve by bowing forward on all fours and places a soft kiss to each of her boots. Smiling inwardly at being made useful, the boy moves back to sit on his heels again, his wrists cross in the small of his back. He know what she looks like, but all he is permitted to look at are her boots.
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