10/21/20 Today's Menu
Breakfast
Waffles
Scrambles Eggs& Tarsk Bacon
Hot Cinnamon Tea
Lunch
Rence Beer Cheese Burger
Roasted Sul
samiam Sugar Cookies
Spring Water Infused with Berries
Dinner
Bosk Burger Steak w/Mushroom-Onion Gravy o/Vulo Egg Noodles
Ratatouille
Tiramisu Cake
Mulled Kalda
Waffles
Scrambles Eggs& Tarsk Bacon
Hot Cinnamon Tea
Lunch
Rence Beer Cheese Burger
Roasted Sul
samiam Sugar Cookies
Spring Water Infused with Berries
Dinner
Bosk Burger Steak w/Mushroom-Onion Gravy o/Vulo Egg Noodles
Ratatouille
Tiramisu Cake
Mulled Kalda
3/21/20 Laundry Room
[11:43a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ thinks oO(oh no oh no did i sleep too late the Laundry wench is going to be so mad at me if i do not get the dirty bedding to her to wash) my feet hit the floor like a sack of sul and i turn quick and removes the bedding along with pillow cases...i head to the door and grabs up the little fur of samiams bed i dump the bedding in the Hall i smile to the Hall Guard and says "i gotta work fast before i get in trouble" he pushes me and i go the the Guest Room where the Free Man is residing as she visits
[12:19p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ i knock on the door...and listens for some sound...hearing none i open the door slowly just incase she is sleeping soundly...she is not i run to the bed strips it clean and add the bedding to the already started pile in the Hall...next is the Guest Room that resides a Free Woman visiting
[12:25p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ i much do the same to this Guest Room where the Free Woman is staying as i did the last Guest Room.. taking the bedding from the Room adding them to the pile then picking all up and wobbling to the Laundry Room with my haul the Hall Guard following me making funny noises in hopes i trip up and spill the heavy load...but this lil bond is tough and made it to the Laundry Room the Laundry wench looked at me then smiled telling me i was the first to make it...that was a relief off my shoulders
[12:29p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ i go to the back of the Laundry Room and gets the Supply Cart...adding the broom dustpan garbage bag and a wet damp mop...along with a little fuzzy fur and two beddings kits for the Men and one for the Woman and i wheel the Cart down the Hall way...me running fast to try and run over the Hall Guard then stops suddenly laughing at my Masters Chambers Door...i enter with a rep cloth and polish...first off i open the window and pull the drapes to the side the cool air entering and the sun beaming it rays
[12:35p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ i go about the Room tidies up the Room and dusts and polishes all the wood work...i sweep up the dust and dirt feeds it to the dustpan then it feeds the garbage bag...i pick up one of the beddings for a Man...then i fit the sheets to the bed and case the pillows fluffing them up then the debut is lifted high and falling just so on the bed and i fold it back for easy access to get between the sheets i can just think oO(how i will warm them thins evening) iplace the little fur on samiams bed and he lays onit...the the mop helps me put a shine on the floor
[12:41p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ i exit the Room and makes it to the Guest Room of the Free Man...i open the window and push aside the curtains...yep there it is the fresh smell of cut grass...in inhale deeply then dances around the Room dusting and polishing takes my first dance with the broom riding it of the dust and dirt..i line up the Mans boots on the far wall and folds up his leathers placing them on the trunk...i make the bed up then mops living a clean Room behind i shut the door
[12:43p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ now on to the Guest Room of the Mistress entering i open the window and the curtains pushed aside looks out the window i see my Master and i wave and smile he is heading in direction of Town.. thinks oO(oh how i wished i could be with him but knows he is a busy Man and his slave can wait till his time is freed up) the dusting and polishing get done in no time
[12:51p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ i make the bed in ehns fluffing the pillows...the mop takes its turn making the Room shine...i shut the door and wheel my cart slowly down the Hall..i wiggle my ass to tease the Hall Guard then once out of sight i quicken my step to place the cart to the Laundry Room i return the broom and dust pan empties the garbage...and washes the mop out siting it out the back door of the Kitchen to dry in the wind...back to the shelves in the Laundry i pick out 2 bedding for the kennels for one for tessa and another for melina
[12:55p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ so when they clean their kennel up and change their bedrolls they can taki the old bedroll to the Laundry Room to get washed by the Laundry wench...they better hurry for the Laundry wench does not play all she ever asked of us was to get the dirty laundry to her early...i place the new bedding on the table in the Hall where the kennels are...i wave at the Kennel Guard and turns and goes back to the Laundry Room where i choose some new sheets and blankets for the Small Treatment Room
[12:59p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ taking the sheets and blankets and placing them on the desk for the slave that cleans the Room up...hopefully it will be soon so the Laundry wench will not be mad...one more time at the Laundry Room choosing a bedding for Mistress Saschas Chambers taking them and laying them to her trunk for the slave that cleans her Room to use...once again i hope they get the dirty ones to the Laundry wench in time...i exit and goes to the lil table in the Kitchen and writes out the Menu eating my slave gruel
[01:01p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ a share a bit of my bread and my milk with samiam then gets to writing thinks oO(i wish my Master would come back i have done my chores so i do have a little time before i have to help out somewhere)
10/20/20 Tonight's Menu
Breakfast
Sa Tarna Pancakes
Tarsk Sasauge
2 Fried Vulo Eggs
Black Wine
Lunch
Bosk Meatball Sandwich
Simple Katch Salad
Sugar Cookies
Vanilla Ice Bosk Milk
Dinner
Mushroom Pasta 3 Hard Boiled Vulo Eggs
Fried Squash
Tospit Bars
Paga Tospitade
Sa Tarna Pancakes
Tarsk Sasauge
2 Fried Vulo Eggs
Black Wine
Lunch
Bosk Meatball Sandwich
Simple Katch Salad
Sugar Cookies
Vanilla Ice Bosk Milk
Dinner
Mushroom Pasta 3 Hard Boiled Vulo Eggs
Fried Squash
Tospit Bars
Paga Tospitade
10/20/20 The Libraries fires & Administrators Office Cleaned
[01:57p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ entering quietly from the Kennel Area after taking the Kennel Guard his Lunch...the lil bond move across the Library to the entry way and tiny hands floating down to lay quietly on them...back straight and arched slightly...head high and soft blue eyes lowered, yet peeking to see who is here as she begins greeting softly smiles seeing jima(NPC) and smiling to her
[01:58p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ : greetings jima sweet serves
[01:58p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ jima greets me as well as we got on with our chores dreamwer looks up to the Guard at the Door and flashes him her sweetest smile...and he taps her bottom which makes her move inward more quickly with a yelp
[01:59p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ : now Guard Link
[02:00p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ she giggles as she looks about the Room...notices the fire is growing dim...she slips to the Mantle and reaches to the fire box and pulls out some kindling and a medium log to start with she places the pieces of wood down on the embers that still have a glow to them then as they ignite she places the log on then places three more she stands watching the flames lick the logs like lovers in the night...bending she takes a thin piece of the kindling from the fire place
[02:02p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ going around the room igniting the oil lamps candles and looks to see if she missed any as her dance around the room bring her self back to the fire place she tosses the lit wood back in to help heat the Room
[02:04p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ setting carefully around the tables and chairs and slave furs and pillows to the Kitchen there she washes her hands..grabs some rep cloths and a few wooden bowls and a pitcher of water...then traces her foot prints back to the fire place near the left of the opening she lays out a few of the bowl and places the cloths in a neat pile beside them with the pitcher of water she fill the bowl now knowing their are plenty of hospitable bowls for the Free to clean the dirt off their journey to the City
[02:10p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ next she slips throught the Door that is adjoined to the Administrators Office my Masters...i quickly open the windows then slides the curtain to the side making sure to let the fresh air and sunshine in it is always a good combo when cleaning...she goes around dusting and piling things up neat upon his desk and taking the books back to the Library from which thy came...she walks to the Kitchen
[02:12p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ in the Supply Room she gathers the broom and dustpan then wets a mop lightly and heads back to the Office and sweeps the Room and gathers up the dust and dirt from both the Libary and the Office...then with a quick sheen of the mop both Rooms look great and i know my Master will be pleased
[02:14p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ she takes the supplies back after closing both Doors places the broom aways..empties the dust pan in the trash and washes out the mop please that these supplies help with my chore she also tosses the rep clothes she dusted with ion the Laundry making a mental not tomorrow is Laundry Day the girl heads to the bathroom to bathe and change her clothes
[01:58p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ : greetings jima sweet serves
[01:58p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ jima greets me as well as we got on with our chores dreamwer looks up to the Guard at the Door and flashes him her sweetest smile...and he taps her bottom which makes her move inward more quickly with a yelp
[01:59p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ : now Guard Link
[02:00p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ she giggles as she looks about the Room...notices the fire is growing dim...she slips to the Mantle and reaches to the fire box and pulls out some kindling and a medium log to start with she places the pieces of wood down on the embers that still have a glow to them then as they ignite she places the log on then places three more she stands watching the flames lick the logs like lovers in the night...bending she takes a thin piece of the kindling from the fire place
[02:02p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ going around the room igniting the oil lamps candles and looks to see if she missed any as her dance around the room bring her self back to the fire place she tosses the lit wood back in to help heat the Room
[02:04p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ setting carefully around the tables and chairs and slave furs and pillows to the Kitchen there she washes her hands..grabs some rep cloths and a few wooden bowls and a pitcher of water...then traces her foot prints back to the fire place near the left of the opening she lays out a few of the bowl and places the cloths in a neat pile beside them with the pitcher of water she fill the bowl now knowing their are plenty of hospitable bowls for the Free to clean the dirt off their journey to the City
[02:10p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ next she slips throught the Door that is adjoined to the Administrators Office my Masters...i quickly open the windows then slides the curtain to the side making sure to let the fresh air and sunshine in it is always a good combo when cleaning...she goes around dusting and piling things up neat upon his desk and taking the books back to the Library from which thy came...she walks to the Kitchen
[02:12p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ in the Supply Room she gathers the broom and dustpan then wets a mop lightly and heads back to the Office and sweeps the Room and gathers up the dust and dirt from both the Libary and the Office...then with a quick sheen of the mop both Rooms look great and i know my Master will be pleased
[02:14p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ she takes the supplies back after closing both Doors places the broom aways..empties the dust pan in the trash and washes out the mop please that these supplies help with my chore she also tosses the rep clothes she dusted with ion the Laundry making a mental not tomorrow is Laundry Day the girl heads to the bathroom to bathe and change her clothes
10/19/20 Today's Menu
Breakfast
2-Toasted Tarsk Strip Sandwiches
Scrambled Vulo Eggs
Sul Hash Browns
Mixed Berry Smoothie
Lunch
Tarsk Head Cheese & Crackers
Fried Squash Blossoms
Chocolate Cake w/Berries
Iced Black wine
Dinner
Snails
Blackberry Melon Salad
Mint Chocolate Chip Ice Bosk Milk
Paga Basil Cocktail
2-Toasted Tarsk Strip Sandwiches
Scrambled Vulo Eggs
Sul Hash Browns
Mixed Berry Smoothie
Lunch
Tarsk Head Cheese & Crackers
Fried Squash Blossoms
Chocolate Cake w/Berries
Iced Black wine
Dinner
Snails
Blackberry Melon Salad
Mint Chocolate Chip Ice Bosk Milk
Paga Basil Cocktail
10/19/20 Gathering Vegetables
[01:35p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ exit the Home through the Kitchen swiftly moving toward the Veggie Garden...in order for the food to be made...i knew...we would be in need of all the fruits and vegetables the garden had to offer...the other girls still mulling about with their own tasks
[01:37p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ i take up the chores i most enjoyed...dealing and working with the plants...stepping into the area...i lift my leg...brushing the flesh over the curve of the fence...my face flushes at the movement...but i makes no sound as i continues toward the leaves
[01:39p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ each aisle of growth was laid out and properly labeled...thanking her Mistress from the past for allowing her to learn to read...i think...tapping a single long finger across my chin in thought oO(the radish would need to wait...not yet enough growing there...but the carrots seemed to be done...the kort and melons as well...the katch was a bit on the greener side)
[01:42p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ (telling her it hadn't been drawn away from the gardens for new growth in quite some time...the turnips like the radish...too needed more time...but the beans were well ready for picking) turning her gaze to the bush at the end of the Garden...i frown at the abundance of rep on the leaves...that too would need to be taken care of
[01:44p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ sighing gently...i step to the end of the rows...lifting the basket for gathering gently into both of her hands... moving along the area...i lower to my knees before the food...reaching a hand forward...i wrap my fingers around the leaves of the first kort...easing it out a bit slowly...before viciously yanking it from the ground...a good 5 horts in girth
[01:47p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ smile as my thoughts travel else where oO(where are you Master with me bent over like this you could really tap my butt) shaking her head at her errant mind...i places the kort gently in the basket and reaches for another...pulling each kort in the same manner...i gather many in various size and shape...a smirk tickling my lips at the thoughts running through her skull oO(there was a reason they were referred to in vulgar manner on occasion)
[01:50p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ edging my way down the line further...i begin to wrap long fingers around strong melons cussing out my brain...for she couldn't seem to get it under control...i lift the first large melon into my hands...placing it gently in the basket...next to the korts so they weren't harmed giggling further still...she lifts a second...then a third...before leaving the rest...smaller in size...in their place thinking oO(those would need more time)
[01:52p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ still moving along...i reach for the carrots...without control...she begins to laugh aloud now...as she lifts an oddly shaped...7.5 hort carrot into her hands...it curve at the top...making the imagery far too much to bare...holding her side with one hand now...she rolls with laughter cursing myself silly and foolish...at least...i thought gently oO(soo enjoying this chore) placing it...and several other and equally oddly shaped carrots into the basket...i moves further along to the katch
[01:54p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ shaking my head once more...i says nothing...tears still light on her face from her laughter...lifting each rounded bunch of katch i places it a top the melons each planted food balancing out nicely in the basket....leaning over slightly...i begin to pick the beans...their small but long shape
[01:55p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ doing nothing to quell her errant and silly thoughts as they run rampant and out of her control giggling further i lift several beans into my hands...placing them too in the basket...the other girls were staring at me now...as they passed...the Guards were looking at me funny as well...for it seemed they knew not what was so funny about picking vegetables (only if they knew)
[01:56p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ finally...i rises up...moving to the rep bush...lifting the small pods into her hands...i begin to dump them into the basket oO(it would be good) i thought idly oO(to have more cloth made...with the cloths used for sand wiping...drying of hands...of dishes...and various other uses...it would be pleasant for the Home to have more) i finally...i dumps the last bit of rep into the basket...scooping a hand firmly under each handle...i lifts it...frowning at the weight...and begins to carry it toward Kitchen door
[01:58p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ place the vegetables on the counter then i go fill a basin full of water and grasps a rep cloth...i begin washing each piece...the rep i gather and put in a bin in the Supply Room for further use...i empty the basket in no time and i let the Vegetables dry on the side counter so the Kitchen wench can pick ones she is going to use in preparing this evenings meal...i wash my hands then i slip out back and tries to find that darn kit samiam
[01:37p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ i take up the chores i most enjoyed...dealing and working with the plants...stepping into the area...i lift my leg...brushing the flesh over the curve of the fence...my face flushes at the movement...but i makes no sound as i continues toward the leaves
[01:39p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ each aisle of growth was laid out and properly labeled...thanking her Mistress from the past for allowing her to learn to read...i think...tapping a single long finger across my chin in thought oO(the radish would need to wait...not yet enough growing there...but the carrots seemed to be done...the kort and melons as well...the katch was a bit on the greener side)
[01:42p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ (telling her it hadn't been drawn away from the gardens for new growth in quite some time...the turnips like the radish...too needed more time...but the beans were well ready for picking) turning her gaze to the bush at the end of the Garden...i frown at the abundance of rep on the leaves...that too would need to be taken care of
[01:44p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ sighing gently...i step to the end of the rows...lifting the basket for gathering gently into both of her hands... moving along the area...i lower to my knees before the food...reaching a hand forward...i wrap my fingers around the leaves of the first kort...easing it out a bit slowly...before viciously yanking it from the ground...a good 5 horts in girth
[01:47p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ smile as my thoughts travel else where oO(where are you Master with me bent over like this you could really tap my butt) shaking her head at her errant mind...i places the kort gently in the basket and reaches for another...pulling each kort in the same manner...i gather many in various size and shape...a smirk tickling my lips at the thoughts running through her skull oO(there was a reason they were referred to in vulgar manner on occasion)
[01:50p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ edging my way down the line further...i begin to wrap long fingers around strong melons cussing out my brain...for she couldn't seem to get it under control...i lift the first large melon into my hands...placing it gently in the basket...next to the korts so they weren't harmed giggling further still...she lifts a second...then a third...before leaving the rest...smaller in size...in their place thinking oO(those would need more time)
[01:52p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ still moving along...i reach for the carrots...without control...she begins to laugh aloud now...as she lifts an oddly shaped...7.5 hort carrot into her hands...it curve at the top...making the imagery far too much to bare...holding her side with one hand now...she rolls with laughter cursing myself silly and foolish...at least...i thought gently oO(soo enjoying this chore) placing it...and several other and equally oddly shaped carrots into the basket...i moves further along to the katch
[01:54p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ shaking my head once more...i says nothing...tears still light on her face from her laughter...lifting each rounded bunch of katch i places it a top the melons each planted food balancing out nicely in the basket....leaning over slightly...i begin to pick the beans...their small but long shape
[01:55p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ doing nothing to quell her errant and silly thoughts as they run rampant and out of her control giggling further i lift several beans into my hands...placing them too in the basket...the other girls were staring at me now...as they passed...the Guards were looking at me funny as well...for it seemed they knew not what was so funny about picking vegetables (only if they knew)
[01:56p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ finally...i rises up...moving to the rep bush...lifting the small pods into her hands...i begin to dump them into the basket oO(it would be good) i thought idly oO(to have more cloth made...with the cloths used for sand wiping...drying of hands...of dishes...and various other uses...it would be pleasant for the Home to have more) i finally...i dumps the last bit of rep into the basket...scooping a hand firmly under each handle...i lifts it...frowning at the weight...and begins to carry it toward Kitchen door
[01:58p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ place the vegetables on the counter then i go fill a basin full of water and grasps a rep cloth...i begin washing each piece...the rep i gather and put in a bin in the Supply Room for further use...i empty the basket in no time and i let the Vegetables dry on the side counter so the Kitchen wench can pick ones she is going to use in preparing this evenings meal...i wash my hands then i slip out back and tries to find that darn kit samiam
10/18/20 Today's Menu
Breakfast
Curds in 1/2 Melon
2-Soft Boiled Vulo Egg w/Dry Toast
Bran Muffin
Energy Katch Smoothie
Lunch
Fried Oysters
Fried Shoestring Sul
Soft Chocolate Chip Cookies
Fresh Bosk Milk
Dinner
Bosk Meatloaf w/Brown Gravy
Mashed Sul & Brown Gravy
Green Peas w/Onion
Berry Paga Cocktail
dreamer*B*CPO makes a note never to make green peas again
dreamer*B*CPO tacks up a notice...NO MORE GREEN PEAS IN PORT OLNI
oldreamer*B*CPO violators will be prosecuted
Bashir Phy survivors will be prosecuted again I don't like Green Peas
10/18/20 Milking the Cow Bosk Betsie
[12:00p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ awakening...dreamer stretched limbs that had become stiff in the duration of her sleep...rising...makes up her Masters bed...she sauntered from her luxurious confines and stalked leisurely to the Chore Board....blue eyes skimming the list of things that needed doing...she dropped her finger to where it read "Milk the Cow Bosk Betsie" and decided it would be adventurous
[12:04p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ skipping gingerly to the Supply Closet dreamer threw the door ajar and stepped within....searching about...she finally came upon with the stool and pail...plucking these items one in each little hand...she backed out and shut the door with her heel before swaying regally outside....greeted with a rush of cool air...she did a 360 and found something to shield her tender flesh before venturing back outdoors
[12:06p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ the path to the barn was quite a trek...upon arriving she used the frame of the entrance to gather her breath....only then did the stench fill her nostrils....wincing violently...pretty little nose wrinkled...she paraded down the isle and came upon Betsies stall...upon t-i-p-p-y t-o-e-s she peered within and offered a soft coo...so as to not startle the potentially dangerous beast "Betsie!" alas...the beast jumped with a start and whirled around
[12:09p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ now nearly eye to eye...dreamer grinned meekly and undid the latch...slipping through the gap only to close the wooden door behind her...a gentle pat to the neck calmed the creature...allowing dreamer to set up her stool and plop a deliciously proportioned tush upon it
[12:10p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ maneuvering the sterile pail beneath those elongated teats...she warmed smooth palms with her breath and then set to tweaking and tugging lightly upon them...ears fixed upon the sound of milk filling the pail below while a gentle tune lifted from dry lips...luckily none were tortured by the tune...other than Betsie who seemed content with eating
[12:11p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ this cycle went on for some time before the pail was bounteous with that chalkywhite substance....satisfied...she rose from the stool and grasped the pail...lugging it all the way back to the Kitchen where she would deposit it in the vats leaving the pail to later be sterilized again...she returned one last time to gather the stool and place a kiss upon Betsies muzzle
[12:13p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ in the Kitchen she would sterilize the pail with hot water...and then return the item to the Supply Closet...with this task completed...she would make her way to the Main Hall after cleaning her hands again...with her note book to write Today's Menu and post it on the wall where every one could see the meals the Kitchen wench was cooking
10/17/20Today's Menu
Breakfast
2- Poached Vulo Eggs on Toast
Mushroom Sul Hash
Fruit Medley Bowl
Hot Chocolate
Lunch
3 Flat Bosk Burger Sliders
Shell Pasta & Verr Cheese Bowl
Berry Cobler
Tospit Infused Spring Water
Dinner
Butter Bosk Milk Fried Squirrel
Beet Salad
Rolls
Paga & Bosk Milk Cocktail
Note:
this evening we will be having Munchies & Drink in teh Main Room
please come and enjoy their will be dancing girls to entertain
2- Poached Vulo Eggs on Toast
Mushroom Sul Hash
Fruit Medley Bowl
Hot Chocolate
Lunch
3 Flat Bosk Burger Sliders
Shell Pasta & Verr Cheese Bowl
Berry Cobler
Tospit Infused Spring Water
Dinner
Butter Bosk Milk Fried Squirrel
Beet Salad
Rolls
Paga & Bosk Milk Cocktail
Note:
this evening we will be having Munchies & Drink in teh Main Room
please come and enjoy their will be dancing girls to entertain
10/17/20 Preparing
..[02:16p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ us lazy were in the Kitchen before the Kitchen wench came to fix the Breakfast we were making pies sweet treats a tower of chocolate bowls with berries...even some thralls were in the kitchen shucking oysters and placing them on a bed of ice for tonight's munchie cravings so the Free will get their fill of food and drink along with some entertainment
[02:18p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ no one can call us lazy again they need to get up early as we do and hid and watch how lazy we are i think it is a shame some people would think that my Master had lazy slaves it is an insult to my Master for us slaves are a reflection of our Owner if we look bad is saying he is bad
[02:20p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ a thrall beings in the towers and long table us girls begin to stack the food we prepared on them then the bed of ice still chilling the oysters...there were garnishments and plenty of Ale and Ka la na wine for Mistress Sascha some pretty Goblets fit for the Mistress hand and of course my Master tall silver Tankard with the crest of his profession and the 3 green gems...us slaves are looking forward to serve and dance this evening...the table looks great as does all the food
[02:23p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ a few girls put out a meat cheese bread board...that took 6 slave to tote to display on the table...looking at all this food makes us slaves stomachs growl...we are ready for our Breakfast of gruel toast and bosk milk...far cry from all this food...i think about the dance i will preform this evening Master Bashir gave me some insight 2 evenings ago about it
[02:25p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ looking over the display table we put out i do not think anyone should not be satisfied i thank the girls and the thralls and smiles to each and every one...the Kitchen wench comes in looks at the display and tells us Master Bashir will be very pleased with our effort then shoos us all away so she can begin Dinner
[02:26p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ we all scramble to take our baths and them some quick chores so we all can enjoy knowing we did what was planned out for us to do and prepare for the evening...unlike the FREE once their job is done they can drink and eat bon bons talking about the days antics...a slaves job is never done we are always working pleasing our Owner only when he says we can stop...do we
[02:18p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ no one can call us lazy again they need to get up early as we do and hid and watch how lazy we are i think it is a shame some people would think that my Master had lazy slaves it is an insult to my Master for us slaves are a reflection of our Owner if we look bad is saying he is bad
[02:20p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ a thrall beings in the towers and long table us girls begin to stack the food we prepared on them then the bed of ice still chilling the oysters...there were garnishments and plenty of Ale and Ka la na wine for Mistress Sascha some pretty Goblets fit for the Mistress hand and of course my Master tall silver Tankard with the crest of his profession and the 3 green gems...us slaves are looking forward to serve and dance this evening...the table looks great as does all the food
[02:23p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ a few girls put out a meat cheese bread board...that took 6 slave to tote to display on the table...looking at all this food makes us slaves stomachs growl...we are ready for our Breakfast of gruel toast and bosk milk...far cry from all this food...i think about the dance i will preform this evening Master Bashir gave me some insight 2 evenings ago about it
[02:25p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ looking over the display table we put out i do not think anyone should not be satisfied i thank the girls and the thralls and smiles to each and every one...the Kitchen wench comes in looks at the display and tells us Master Bashir will be very pleased with our effort then shoos us all away so she can begin Dinner
[02:26p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ we all scramble to take our baths and them some quick chores so we all can enjoy knowing we did what was planned out for us to do and prepare for the evening...unlike the FREE once their job is done they can drink and eat bon bons talking about the days antics...a slaves job is never done we are always working pleasing our Owner only when he says we can stop...do we
10/17/20 Black wine
[12:30p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ dancing up the cobbled stones a giggle escaping her lips as she teased the Masters working on the docks stepping in the Home...blue orbs adjusting to the dimly lit Room...her eyes searching the empty Citadel with a racing beat of her heart
[12:32p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ soft golden curls of her disheveled hair slap against the curves of her shapely ass as she slowly makes her way down the two steps hips swaying enticingly the heat of her slave flesh welcoming the coolness of the Homes damp air her dark blue silks falling and kissing the flesh of her thighs with each movement across the the Main Room to the Kitchen...revealing the creamy white tone cheeks of her sassy ass with a sensuality exuding from within...looking to the cupboard looking for the wooden bowl
[12:40p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ locating the bowl she needs for her chore washing it clean along with her hands after drying both...she twirls about bare feet balanced upon the floor with her steps to the Cold Room long golden curls dancing over her shoulders with soft ample breasts bouncing the waft of cold air causing her to gasp as it grabs at her breath the coldness awakening the heat always there as her nipples become so taught and ache for her Master’s touch...a soft purr barely audible escapes her lips reaching for the Black wine beans
[12:45p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ scooping them up she fills the wooden bowl quickly turning and scooting back to the Kitchen standing on t-i-p-p-i-e t-o-e-s the dark blue silk riding high on heated slave flesh giving a glimpse of her sexy sassy ass gasping as her body automatically presses hard into the shelf suppressing a giggle at her boldness but yet feeling the desires and wanton need brought forth so easily from within...locating the long hard wooden spool she begins to break and crush the beans within grinding
[12:47p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ each movement of her arm and hand causing her full frame to hasten upward against the counter...and discreetly yet purposely a lil grind of undulating hips thrust forward...her mound pressing to the counter sighing softly the swell of her ivory breasts swaying and jiggling alluringly against her silks with the movements of her arms...almost akin to a sensual heated alluring dance...and placing the paste of now crushed beans within a rep cloth sac tying it closed and making her way to the firepit
[12:49p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ it was with great care that this slave handled the Black wine beans...careful not to waste with spillage or carelessness as she new how expensive they were...the pungent strong bitter scent filling the Room even before she brewed the Black wine
[12:51p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ seeing the steam rise from the kettle over the firepit...she brushes an errand strand of her curl away from her face...her fingertips sliding along her Masters collar that kisses her neck...bringing forth a delightful smile to her lips her movements skillful yet with elegance...reaching for a rep cloth and wrapping it around the kettle...lifting a lid...dropping in the rep cloth sac containing the beans
[12:56p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ carefully returning the Black wine kettle in its rightful place above the firepit the warmth of the fire dancing over heated flesh making her curves and flesh that much more prominent beneath the dark blue silks that she wore laughing softly as she looked down to see the silks cling to the mounds of her breasts and the soft curves of her hips...her golden curls draped over bared shoulders the ends falling forward to kiss her breasts and the small of her back knowing she must take a bath
[01:02p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ comtemplating removing the damp clinging silks just to be the sweet slut she is...alluringly teasing the Guards at the Door as she skips by with a basket of bathing items on her way to the Water Front once more to bathe and ready herself for the day to come sashaying her hips greatly so that the Masters will become excited a smile comes to her lips when she hears one wolf whistle at her she giggles and she whistles for samiam and he follows her
[12:32p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ soft golden curls of her disheveled hair slap against the curves of her shapely ass as she slowly makes her way down the two steps hips swaying enticingly the heat of her slave flesh welcoming the coolness of the Homes damp air her dark blue silks falling and kissing the flesh of her thighs with each movement across the the Main Room to the Kitchen...revealing the creamy white tone cheeks of her sassy ass with a sensuality exuding from within...looking to the cupboard looking for the wooden bowl
[12:40p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ locating the bowl she needs for her chore washing it clean along with her hands after drying both...she twirls about bare feet balanced upon the floor with her steps to the Cold Room long golden curls dancing over her shoulders with soft ample breasts bouncing the waft of cold air causing her to gasp as it grabs at her breath the coldness awakening the heat always there as her nipples become so taught and ache for her Master’s touch...a soft purr barely audible escapes her lips reaching for the Black wine beans
[12:45p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ scooping them up she fills the wooden bowl quickly turning and scooting back to the Kitchen standing on t-i-p-p-i-e t-o-e-s the dark blue silk riding high on heated slave flesh giving a glimpse of her sexy sassy ass gasping as her body automatically presses hard into the shelf suppressing a giggle at her boldness but yet feeling the desires and wanton need brought forth so easily from within...locating the long hard wooden spool she begins to break and crush the beans within grinding
[12:47p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ each movement of her arm and hand causing her full frame to hasten upward against the counter...and discreetly yet purposely a lil grind of undulating hips thrust forward...her mound pressing to the counter sighing softly the swell of her ivory breasts swaying and jiggling alluringly against her silks with the movements of her arms...almost akin to a sensual heated alluring dance...and placing the paste of now crushed beans within a rep cloth sac tying it closed and making her way to the firepit
[12:49p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ it was with great care that this slave handled the Black wine beans...careful not to waste with spillage or carelessness as she new how expensive they were...the pungent strong bitter scent filling the Room even before she brewed the Black wine
[12:51p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ seeing the steam rise from the kettle over the firepit...she brushes an errand strand of her curl away from her face...her fingertips sliding along her Masters collar that kisses her neck...bringing forth a delightful smile to her lips her movements skillful yet with elegance...reaching for a rep cloth and wrapping it around the kettle...lifting a lid...dropping in the rep cloth sac containing the beans
[12:56p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ carefully returning the Black wine kettle in its rightful place above the firepit the warmth of the fire dancing over heated flesh making her curves and flesh that much more prominent beneath the dark blue silks that she wore laughing softly as she looked down to see the silks cling to the mounds of her breasts and the soft curves of her hips...her golden curls draped over bared shoulders the ends falling forward to kiss her breasts and the small of her back knowing she must take a bath
[01:02p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ comtemplating removing the damp clinging silks just to be the sweet slut she is...alluringly teasing the Guards at the Door as she skips by with a basket of bathing items on her way to the Water Front once more to bathe and ready herself for the day to come sashaying her hips greatly so that the Masters will become excited a smile comes to her lips when she hears one wolf whistle at her she giggles and she whistles for samiam and he follows her
10/16/20 Making Bread
[09:50a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ stepping into the Kitchen as she smiles looking down at the lil ganni as he nips at her ankles hips swaying as she walks over to wash her hands dipping hands into the basin of water...thinking that she had oO(best makes some more bread for the Home or they will not have any for tomorrow) hands palming her grey kirtle that rides up her slender thighs that clad the smoothness of flawless flesh down her frame...before leaning to pull out an large wood bowl...takes a rep cloth and wipes the dish clean
[09:52a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ the feline mews out as she moves walking around the Kitchen gathering up the supplies needed to make the bread...sa-tarna flour...sugar...rising ingredients...setting the dry ingredients on the counter looks each of them over making sure she has enough to make the bread smiles seeing there is enough of each looks towards the Cold Room knowing she has to get to the dairy supplies from there
[09:55a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ slipping towards the Cold Room she slips inside and moves to the rack of dairy products finds the bosk milk...butter and vulo eggs...lifting a basket close by she places the supplies into the basket...carrying the basket out of the Cold Room moves to the counter with the supplies and turns and places the basket upon the counter
[09:59a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ takes a measuring cup measuring she deftly begins to mix stirring the ingredients to the wooden mixing bowl...moist lips curling to smile as the beast works...feeling the consuming need spasm to belly...desiring only to serve and please as the batter mixed she leans pulling out large baking pans... pouring spreading it among the pan thinking oO( my Master will be proud of her that she has earned 11 coppers here recently)
[10:02a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ a saucy smile comes to pretty pink lips as she remembers just how she earned them (the Guard at the door wanted a special cake made so he could woo a special someone that had visited recently and he paid her for helping him..to which she had him place the coins into her Masters coin box)
[10:05a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ taking a smaller pan drops rolls of dough upon it to make rolls...lifting one at a time walks carrying them to the cooking fires to bake...round pertness of bottom wriggling side to side as she walks back to the serving counter...she begins to place the ingredients back and clean washing the bowl
[10:07a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ waiting a few ehn she moves to the cooking fires and removes the trays from the fires she takes each pan back to the cooling racks and carefully places them on the cooling rack...after she's finished bringing the bread and rolls to the cooling racks she moves to the water basin and washes each of the pans carefully looking at the freshly baked bread...then she sets the rolls in a basket and cover with a rep cloth
[10:11a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ miling as the aroma fills Kitchen and moves back to the Main Room knowing now in the morning the Home will have fresh bread to accompany her Master meals...she whistles for lil ganni he comes running and joins her to slumber on the fur on the right side of the window seat...dreamer lays on her stomach with feet in the air watching the little kit lays on his back ...dreamer giggles
[09:52a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ the feline mews out as she moves walking around the Kitchen gathering up the supplies needed to make the bread...sa-tarna flour...sugar...rising ingredients...setting the dry ingredients on the counter looks each of them over making sure she has enough to make the bread smiles seeing there is enough of each looks towards the Cold Room knowing she has to get to the dairy supplies from there
[09:55a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ slipping towards the Cold Room she slips inside and moves to the rack of dairy products finds the bosk milk...butter and vulo eggs...lifting a basket close by she places the supplies into the basket...carrying the basket out of the Cold Room moves to the counter with the supplies and turns and places the basket upon the counter
[09:59a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ takes a measuring cup measuring she deftly begins to mix stirring the ingredients to the wooden mixing bowl...moist lips curling to smile as the beast works...feeling the consuming need spasm to belly...desiring only to serve and please as the batter mixed she leans pulling out large baking pans... pouring spreading it among the pan thinking oO( my Master will be proud of her that she has earned 11 coppers here recently)
[10:02a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ a saucy smile comes to pretty pink lips as she remembers just how she earned them (the Guard at the door wanted a special cake made so he could woo a special someone that had visited recently and he paid her for helping him..to which she had him place the coins into her Masters coin box)
[10:05a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ taking a smaller pan drops rolls of dough upon it to make rolls...lifting one at a time walks carrying them to the cooking fires to bake...round pertness of bottom wriggling side to side as she walks back to the serving counter...she begins to place the ingredients back and clean washing the bowl
[10:07a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ waiting a few ehn she moves to the cooking fires and removes the trays from the fires she takes each pan back to the cooling racks and carefully places them on the cooling rack...after she's finished bringing the bread and rolls to the cooling racks she moves to the water basin and washes each of the pans carefully looking at the freshly baked bread...then she sets the rolls in a basket and cover with a rep cloth
[10:11a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ miling as the aroma fills Kitchen and moves back to the Main Room knowing now in the morning the Home will have fresh bread to accompany her Master meals...she whistles for lil ganni he comes running and joins her to slumber on the fur on the right side of the window seat...dreamer lays on her stomach with feet in the air watching the little kit lays on his back ...dreamer giggles
10/16/20 Today's Menu
Breakfast
Corn Bosk Hash Wrap
Melon Bowl
Ramsberry Muffin
Black wine
Lunch
Vulo & Cheese Wrap
Fried Chips & Dip
Baked Larma Chips
Ale
Dinner
Sea Food Tower
Cheesy Garlic Bread
Tospit Cheese Cake
Blueberry Cocktail
Corn Bosk Hash Wrap
Melon Bowl
Ramsberry Muffin
Black wine
Lunch
Vulo & Cheese Wrap
Fried Chips & Dip
Baked Larma Chips
Ale
Dinner
Sea Food Tower
Cheesy Garlic Bread
Tospit Cheese Cake
Blueberry Cocktail
10/15/20 Cleans the Bath Room
[04:23p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ gathers the remains of a bath...taking the soiled towels to the Laundry than returning to gather the old flowers from the vase...carefully placing them with in the trash as dreamer grasp the vase than all the supplies and garbage....waddling out of the bathroom
[04:26p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ looks across to samiam laying in the sunshine beaming thru the window...as she smiles....stepping along the Citadel with in the shadows the girl slips so she may go to the Supply Closet grasps up some supplies leaves the vase with the dishes to be washed takes up her supplies
[04:29p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ the girl than returns to the bathroom...flickering blue orbs eyes linger upon her new dark blue silks in the full length mirror while lowering to knees
tosses the rug aside than reaches for the handle of the broom...squeezing gently the beast than begins to sweep from the far right corner...drawing the blades across the
stone...maneuvers the broom about the commode...than the bathtub...making sure to catch any dust balls with in its grasp
[04:32p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ after having swept dreamer than lowers to just before the dirt pile...using a left hand to push the dirt with in the dust pan...after having scooped up the dust she than moves off towards the bag brought for garbage...dumping it within the girl than brushes little hands together....reaches for a clean cloth than grasp the handle of the water bucket brought in to the bathroom
[04:35p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ pausing a moment she remembers to add the cup of soap and than swish the water about to make the bubbles form....she steps to the bath where she begins to wash down the inside of the tub...than the outside before stepping over to the commode where she begins to clean with a wrinkled nose
[04:38p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ the beast lowers...grasping the items she left earlier to be used to clean the bathroom...slender arms and angelic hands full as the girl moves onward to clean...turns small head to left...pushing away a strand of curls
[04:41p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ trapped with in the torchlight the beauty begins to work leaving the cleaning supplies upon the floor and counter while looking over the bathroom quickly moving to the mop bucket wringing out the mop then mops the floor
[04:43p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ than moves out to the back Lane to dump the soapy dirty water....wrinkling nose again the slut than steps back with in the Kitchen grabs up a fresh vase of flowers and returns the bucket to its place. moving with a peaceful surrender...
[04:45p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ gently grasp the knobs of the door to the Supply Closet drawing open to see the supplies and smell the aroma of chemicals that are with in....dreamer picks out only the ones needed very carefully than the broom and a few other itemsshe puts away giving a sway of hip she sends the door to close with a thud. lightly bare feet travel over the stone while pausing to glance to samiam again.
[04:48p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ seeing he is napping now in the sunbeam she moves off to finish her chore...never wishing to look lazy as a lazy slave should have no place in her Masters Home slender fingers push through golden curls which tumble against thin shoulders while she steps off into the distance to fetch more supplies for the bathroom in the Laundery Room
[04:50p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ supple breast rise and fall with each step taken a warm smile brightens. she comes to the Laundry Room and gathers fresh towels and soap and grooming supplies and rence paper and returns to the bathroom and places each item to its resting place...turns removes a some flowers from the vase and plucks their petals and tosses them to the tub to adorn it then fills it with warm water for the Kitchen wench to have a relaxing bath
[04:26p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ looks across to samiam laying in the sunshine beaming thru the window...as she smiles....stepping along the Citadel with in the shadows the girl slips so she may go to the Supply Closet grasps up some supplies leaves the vase with the dishes to be washed takes up her supplies
[04:29p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ the girl than returns to the bathroom...flickering blue orbs eyes linger upon her new dark blue silks in the full length mirror while lowering to knees
tosses the rug aside than reaches for the handle of the broom...squeezing gently the beast than begins to sweep from the far right corner...drawing the blades across the
stone...maneuvers the broom about the commode...than the bathtub...making sure to catch any dust balls with in its grasp
[04:32p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ after having swept dreamer than lowers to just before the dirt pile...using a left hand to push the dirt with in the dust pan...after having scooped up the dust she than moves off towards the bag brought for garbage...dumping it within the girl than brushes little hands together....reaches for a clean cloth than grasp the handle of the water bucket brought in to the bathroom
[04:35p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ pausing a moment she remembers to add the cup of soap and than swish the water about to make the bubbles form....she steps to the bath where she begins to wash down the inside of the tub...than the outside before stepping over to the commode where she begins to clean with a wrinkled nose
[04:38p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ the beast lowers...grasping the items she left earlier to be used to clean the bathroom...slender arms and angelic hands full as the girl moves onward to clean...turns small head to left...pushing away a strand of curls
[04:41p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ trapped with in the torchlight the beauty begins to work leaving the cleaning supplies upon the floor and counter while looking over the bathroom quickly moving to the mop bucket wringing out the mop then mops the floor
[04:43p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ than moves out to the back Lane to dump the soapy dirty water....wrinkling nose again the slut than steps back with in the Kitchen grabs up a fresh vase of flowers and returns the bucket to its place. moving with a peaceful surrender...
[04:45p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ gently grasp the knobs of the door to the Supply Closet drawing open to see the supplies and smell the aroma of chemicals that are with in....dreamer picks out only the ones needed very carefully than the broom and a few other itemsshe puts away giving a sway of hip she sends the door to close with a thud. lightly bare feet travel over the stone while pausing to glance to samiam again.
[04:48p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ seeing he is napping now in the sunbeam she moves off to finish her chore...never wishing to look lazy as a lazy slave should have no place in her Masters Home slender fingers push through golden curls which tumble against thin shoulders while she steps off into the distance to fetch more supplies for the bathroom in the Laundery Room
[04:50p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ supple breast rise and fall with each step taken a warm smile brightens. she comes to the Laundry Room and gathers fresh towels and soap and grooming supplies and rence paper and returns to the bathroom and places each item to its resting place...turns removes a some flowers from the vase and plucks their petals and tosses them to the tub to adorn it then fills it with warm water for the Kitchen wench to have a relaxing bath
10/15/20 Today's Menu
Breakfast
3 Vulo Eggs & 3 Tarsk Sausage Links
Cheese Corn Grits
Toast
Peach Juice
Lunch
Bowl of Deer Chili
Verr Butter Milk Corn Bread
Vanilla Cake
Chocolate Bosk Milk
Dinner
Fried Vulo
Pasta Salad
Black Beans & Mushrooms
Paga Cocktail
3 Vulo Eggs & 3 Tarsk Sausage Links
Cheese Corn Grits
Toast
Peach Juice
Lunch
Bowl of Deer Chili
Verr Butter Milk Corn Bread
Vanilla Cake
Chocolate Bosk Milk
Dinner
Fried Vulo
Pasta Salad
Black Beans & Mushrooms
Paga Cocktail
10/15/20 Birthday Party in the Garden
[01:21p] melina¤ÇPØ : ugh
[01:22p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ one of the Free Woman came to the Citadel real early and asked dreamer if she could throw her little girl a Birthday Party...dreamer was excited the party would beafter Breakfast so dreamer did not have much time to get things ready but knows with the help of the other girls and a few thralls we could do this for the Woman
[01:22p] Avivit I walk up from of beaten path towards the gardens with my guard and than I stop at the gate, hearing slight sound
[01:23p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ quickly she asks the thralls to get a big tent ready in the Garden asks the girls to make a low table set for a party...dreamer has to go to the Bakery and ask the Mistress if she could please have a cake fit for a little girls party and other treats...dreamer asks her to put the cost on the Mistress who asked her bill...soon dreamer is skipping back to the Citadel with treasures for the party
[01:24p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ she passes the Entertainer as she waddle back into the garden and greets her
[01:24p] melina¤ÇPØ watches dreamer running around likea vulo with its head cut off wondering what is going on
[01:24p] Avivit I see the garden is busy so gentle smile at her and says
[01:25p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ : Greeting Mistress...excuse me for i am in a rush to get a party sent up it is choas around her right now
[01:25p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ :sweet serves melina
[01:25p] Avivit : greetings dreamer
[01:25p] Avivit than i turn to says
[01:25p] Avivit : greetings melina
[01:25p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ dreamer takes and fills a table full of goodies cakes candy cupcakes while some of the girls place streamers all around dreamer goes to the Supply Shed and gets some pillows for the small guest to sit on when they eat and places them around the low table...everything is looking good...dreamer goes to the Kitchen and washes her takes down 2 pitchers asks nancy(NPC) to get some ice and she does while dreamer makes topit ade a drink for little kids parties
[01:26p] Avivit I watch how busy the garden is so I softly says
[01:27p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ the Free Woman and her daughter arrive at the Garden just when the girls and dreamer puts the finishing touches...dreamer sets the two pitcher on the Cake table...the Free Woman places a big gift at the head of the table the little girl looks so pretty with her hat and her curly hair all dressed up
[01:27p] Avivit : Maybe I should come back another time as I can see its b day party and I am stranger
[01:27p] Avivit I turn and I waves at the girls
[01:27p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ : Mistress would you and melina like to help entertain the children??? the thralls are going to help as well
[01:27p] › Avivit has left the conversation.
[01:28p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ : dang i could of used her
[01:28p] melina¤ÇPØ : maybe she doesn't know her caste yet
[01:29p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ the other Guests arrive and takes their seats as a few of the thrall entertain the little ones with their silly tumbling the kids go nuts clapping hands laughing and yelling
[01:29p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ : she can walk a tight rope and juggle that would entertain the kiddies...
[01:30p] › melina¤ÇPØ has left the conversation.
[01:30p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ laughs along with the guests as the thralls tumble all around the Garden one evens falls into the fountain
[01:31p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ a few of the dancing girls play kick ball with the little ones...then all come to the table and sing Happy Birthday and the little girl makes a wish blows out her candles and everyone eats and drinks the Garden is fill with joy and laughter
[01:33p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ present time the little girl got some new dresses and hair bows...little bobbles and bracelets...her favorite gift was one her Mom and Dad got her which was 2 dolls a Man & Woman...she could not wait to play with them...they party went on till afternoon then the Guest left one by one full happy and entertained...the thralls packed up the gifts and put them in the Free Womans wagon
[01:35p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ the Free Woman thanked us all and said that she will give something to Master Bashir on our behalf...dreamer nods and bids the Mistress and little girl good day..quickly the thralls and girls cleanup the mess in the Garden putting everything back in the Supply Shed...dreamer looks about the Garden and her and the other girls drop to the ground laying down looking up at the sun high in the sky bushed and giggling job well done
[01:22p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ one of the Free Woman came to the Citadel real early and asked dreamer if she could throw her little girl a Birthday Party...dreamer was excited the party would beafter Breakfast so dreamer did not have much time to get things ready but knows with the help of the other girls and a few thralls we could do this for the Woman
[01:22p] Avivit I walk up from of beaten path towards the gardens with my guard and than I stop at the gate, hearing slight sound
[01:23p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ quickly she asks the thralls to get a big tent ready in the Garden asks the girls to make a low table set for a party...dreamer has to go to the Bakery and ask the Mistress if she could please have a cake fit for a little girls party and other treats...dreamer asks her to put the cost on the Mistress who asked her bill...soon dreamer is skipping back to the Citadel with treasures for the party
[01:24p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ she passes the Entertainer as she waddle back into the garden and greets her
[01:24p] melina¤ÇPØ watches dreamer running around likea vulo with its head cut off wondering what is going on
[01:24p] Avivit I see the garden is busy so gentle smile at her and says
[01:25p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ : Greeting Mistress...excuse me for i am in a rush to get a party sent up it is choas around her right now
[01:25p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ :sweet serves melina
[01:25p] Avivit : greetings dreamer
[01:25p] Avivit than i turn to says
[01:25p] Avivit : greetings melina
[01:25p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ dreamer takes and fills a table full of goodies cakes candy cupcakes while some of the girls place streamers all around dreamer goes to the Supply Shed and gets some pillows for the small guest to sit on when they eat and places them around the low table...everything is looking good...dreamer goes to the Kitchen and washes her takes down 2 pitchers asks nancy(NPC) to get some ice and she does while dreamer makes topit ade a drink for little kids parties
[01:26p] Avivit I watch how busy the garden is so I softly says
[01:27p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ the Free Woman and her daughter arrive at the Garden just when the girls and dreamer puts the finishing touches...dreamer sets the two pitcher on the Cake table...the Free Woman places a big gift at the head of the table the little girl looks so pretty with her hat and her curly hair all dressed up
[01:27p] Avivit : Maybe I should come back another time as I can see its b day party and I am stranger
[01:27p] Avivit I turn and I waves at the girls
[01:27p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ : Mistress would you and melina like to help entertain the children??? the thralls are going to help as well
[01:27p] › Avivit has left the conversation.
[01:28p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ : dang i could of used her
[01:28p] melina¤ÇPØ : maybe she doesn't know her caste yet
[01:29p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ the other Guests arrive and takes their seats as a few of the thrall entertain the little ones with their silly tumbling the kids go nuts clapping hands laughing and yelling
[01:29p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ : she can walk a tight rope and juggle that would entertain the kiddies...
[01:30p] › melina¤ÇPØ has left the conversation.
[01:30p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ laughs along with the guests as the thralls tumble all around the Garden one evens falls into the fountain
[01:31p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ a few of the dancing girls play kick ball with the little ones...then all come to the table and sing Happy Birthday and the little girl makes a wish blows out her candles and everyone eats and drinks the Garden is fill with joy and laughter
[01:33p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ present time the little girl got some new dresses and hair bows...little bobbles and bracelets...her favorite gift was one her Mom and Dad got her which was 2 dolls a Man & Woman...she could not wait to play with them...they party went on till afternoon then the Guest left one by one full happy and entertained...the thralls packed up the gifts and put them in the Free Womans wagon
[01:35p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ the Free Woman thanked us all and said that she will give something to Master Bashir on our behalf...dreamer nods and bids the Mistress and little girl good day..quickly the thralls and girls cleanup the mess in the Garden putting everything back in the Supply Shed...dreamer looks about the Garden and her and the other girls drop to the ground laying down looking up at the sun high in the sky bushed and giggling job well done
10/14/20 Laundry Day--Chambers & Guest Rooms
[10:44a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ it was Laundry Day and dreamer wanted to get an early start so the Laundry wench would not scold her for being late with the dirty beddings...she hurries out of the Garden where she was enjoying the cool morning watching samiam play...she rushes to her Masters Chambers and strips the beddingand the little fur placing them on a chair in the Hall...she knocks on Mistress Sascha Door peeks inside after hearing no sound...the Room still looked the same as last week when she cleaned it nothing had really had been touched
[10:47a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ thinks to her self as she smiles oO(that is one room i do not have to worry about the fresh air coming in the window and sun shining brightly) she whispers a prayer to Odin to keep Mistress Sascha safe and that her work will not be so much in the coming week...then closed the Chamber Door and moved to the next
[10:49a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ the Mistress that was staying here left so she knows she has a cleaning to do in that Room she strips the bedding places it in the Hall along with her Masters...then knows a Free Man started staying in the Home that is visiting for a bit he has business with her Master
[10:51a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ knocks on the door...hears no answer and slips in and strips the bedding...looks about thinking oO(this guy is messy i will have to clean real good in here) she gathers the bedding from the 3 Chambers and takes them and lays them at the Laundry weches feet as she starts her work smiling up to her for dreamer was the 1st one in line today
[10:54a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ i go to the back of the Laundry Room and gets the cleaning supply cart...chooses 3 beddings and a little fur...placing them atop on the way back to the Chambers she reaches for broom and dustpan and she dampens a mop then wheels the cart down the Hall to the Chambers
[10:57a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ starting with her Masters...she enters with some polish and a dust cloth...first she brings some sunshine in the Room by pulling the curtains aside and fresh air by opening the window wider i laugh as the smell of grass can be found in the air she thinks oO(the thralls must cut grass on the same say us girls clean the Chambers) anyways it smells real good
[10:58a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ dreamer goes about the room dusting and polishing all the wood...she makes sure to shine the wood up good...then a dance with Mr. Broom and a feeding to the Dust pan...the floor is swept free of dirt and dust
[11:00a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ she collects the bedding and the little fur for samiams bed and brings them in the Room...she fits the bottom sheet tight and the top sheet she tucks in at the bottom the pillows cased and fluffed and the duvet draped on the bed ..then the tiny bed for samiam she folds the fur to fit and samiam just has to try it out silly kit
[11:02a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ Mr. Mop wanted his turn dancing with me so we tackle the movement just right and soon a shine is visible to which we leave for the sunshine to dry as we slip out the door and close it behind us
[11:05a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ down the Hall to the Chambers the Mistress stayed in...it is sad she had to leave so soon but the reason why is not dreamers concern...quickly opens the curtain and the window she dusts and polishes loking around to see if the Mistress left anything behind and thank Odin she did not...dreamer tosses the old flowers in the trash on her cart and places the vase on it also...she swept the floor feeds the dustpan and makes the bed up then the mop makes it presence know by the wet sheen on the floor
[11:07a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ dreamer will bring some fresh flowers when she is done with the last Chamber the one the Free Man is staying in...she closes the Door to the Chambers she just cleaned and moves on down the Hall to the last one
[11:11a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ entering the Room she opens the window and curtains to let the freshness enter...she walks around picking up the Free Mans clothes and folding them putting them on top of the chair for easy access lines the Mans footwear along the wall by the window...then runs a dust cloth around and polishing all the wood work the broom was wanting to rid the floor of dirty and dust about as much as the dustpan wanted feed...the sheets were pulled tight and tucked and the duvet placed on the bed pillows fluffed
[11:13a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ last the mop dances around the room with the girl till the floor looked better then it did when she came in even smells better she leave the Free Man a mint chocolate on his pillow a nice jesture for men don't really like flowers
[11:15a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ thinking about flowers dreamer pushes her cart down the Hall after closing the Chamber door smiles to the Hall Guard and he grunts...dreamer puts away the cleaning supply cart tosses the garbage out and cleans the mop setting it by the hearth to dry...dreamer steps out into the Garden and picks some pretty flowers to adore the Chambers a Guest will soon be staying in
[11:20a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ coming back into the Kitchen dreamer takes the vase off the cart washes it and arranges the flowers in it just so adding some water then wiggles her sweet lil ass down the Hall and enters the Room placing the vase of flowers on the dresser to be seen from all directions she leaves the Room then thinks the Supply Room could use some cleaning and she rushes out the Chambers closing the door to seek out that next chore that us lazy slaves never do we just sit around eating bon bons and grow fat like NOT!!!
[10:47a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ thinks to her self as she smiles oO(that is one room i do not have to worry about the fresh air coming in the window and sun shining brightly) she whispers a prayer to Odin to keep Mistress Sascha safe and that her work will not be so much in the coming week...then closed the Chamber Door and moved to the next
[10:49a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ the Mistress that was staying here left so she knows she has a cleaning to do in that Room she strips the bedding places it in the Hall along with her Masters...then knows a Free Man started staying in the Home that is visiting for a bit he has business with her Master
[10:51a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ knocks on the door...hears no answer and slips in and strips the bedding...looks about thinking oO(this guy is messy i will have to clean real good in here) she gathers the bedding from the 3 Chambers and takes them and lays them at the Laundry weches feet as she starts her work smiling up to her for dreamer was the 1st one in line today
[10:54a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ i go to the back of the Laundry Room and gets the cleaning supply cart...chooses 3 beddings and a little fur...placing them atop on the way back to the Chambers she reaches for broom and dustpan and she dampens a mop then wheels the cart down the Hall to the Chambers
[10:57a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ starting with her Masters...she enters with some polish and a dust cloth...first she brings some sunshine in the Room by pulling the curtains aside and fresh air by opening the window wider i laugh as the smell of grass can be found in the air she thinks oO(the thralls must cut grass on the same say us girls clean the Chambers) anyways it smells real good
[10:58a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ dreamer goes about the room dusting and polishing all the wood...she makes sure to shine the wood up good...then a dance with Mr. Broom and a feeding to the Dust pan...the floor is swept free of dirt and dust
[11:00a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ she collects the bedding and the little fur for samiams bed and brings them in the Room...she fits the bottom sheet tight and the top sheet she tucks in at the bottom the pillows cased and fluffed and the duvet draped on the bed ..then the tiny bed for samiam she folds the fur to fit and samiam just has to try it out silly kit
[11:02a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ Mr. Mop wanted his turn dancing with me so we tackle the movement just right and soon a shine is visible to which we leave for the sunshine to dry as we slip out the door and close it behind us
[11:05a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ down the Hall to the Chambers the Mistress stayed in...it is sad she had to leave so soon but the reason why is not dreamers concern...quickly opens the curtain and the window she dusts and polishes loking around to see if the Mistress left anything behind and thank Odin she did not...dreamer tosses the old flowers in the trash on her cart and places the vase on it also...she swept the floor feeds the dustpan and makes the bed up then the mop makes it presence know by the wet sheen on the floor
[11:07a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ dreamer will bring some fresh flowers when she is done with the last Chamber the one the Free Man is staying in...she closes the Door to the Chambers she just cleaned and moves on down the Hall to the last one
[11:11a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ entering the Room she opens the window and curtains to let the freshness enter...she walks around picking up the Free Mans clothes and folding them putting them on top of the chair for easy access lines the Mans footwear along the wall by the window...then runs a dust cloth around and polishing all the wood work the broom was wanting to rid the floor of dirty and dust about as much as the dustpan wanted feed...the sheets were pulled tight and tucked and the duvet placed on the bed pillows fluffed
[11:13a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ last the mop dances around the room with the girl till the floor looked better then it did when she came in even smells better she leave the Free Man a mint chocolate on his pillow a nice jesture for men don't really like flowers
[11:15a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ thinking about flowers dreamer pushes her cart down the Hall after closing the Chamber door smiles to the Hall Guard and he grunts...dreamer puts away the cleaning supply cart tosses the garbage out and cleans the mop setting it by the hearth to dry...dreamer steps out into the Garden and picks some pretty flowers to adore the Chambers a Guest will soon be staying in
[11:20a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ coming back into the Kitchen dreamer takes the vase off the cart washes it and arranges the flowers in it just so adding some water then wiggles her sweet lil ass down the Hall and enters the Room placing the vase of flowers on the dresser to be seen from all directions she leaves the Room then thinks the Supply Room could use some cleaning and she rushes out the Chambers closing the door to seek out that next chore that us lazy slaves never do we just sit around eating bon bons and grow fat like NOT!!!
10/14/20 Cleaning the Supply Room
[12:11p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ quietly moving threw the main room...heading into the Supply Room having noticed the last time she was in there it could use a good cleaning...finding a bucket first...then some old worn cloths placing them into the bucket...glancing around the Room taking a quick inventory of what is here and what needs to be done before slipping out of the Supply Room
[12:15p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ mossing gently across the cool tile floor her bare feet heading to the Kitchen steps moving quickly yet silent not wishing to disturb samiam the kit as he sleep in the Kitchen near the Hearth...once inside the Kitchen...walking to the counters placing a small amount of soap into the bucket
[12:19p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ it lands on the worn cloths...but it won't stay there long...turning to the fires a kettle of hot water already close to a boil...gently ladling in the water watching as it falls into the bucket soaking the cloths melting the soap...making her way from the Kitchen now...snatching the broom on her way out heading back to the Supply Room
[12:21p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ fiding her way back into the Supply Room...setting the bucket of hot soapy water down by the first shelve...pulling down the items stored upon this shelve watching the order she is pulling them down so they will be replaced properly....mow that the shelve is empty dipping trim fingers into the water...quickly turning red from the heat...paying no mind to this though grabbing a cloth wringing it out until nearly dry
[12:25p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ standing on a small pail for milking carefully working her way from one end of the shelve to the other end...crunching up nose seeing just how dirty this shelve really is beneath all the items stored upon it dropping the nearly black cloth into the water...stepping down off the bucket dipping the cloth over and over until the grim releases from the pores
[12:28p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ with the first shelve done...with care and precision placing the item back onto the shelve where they were when she removed them...the only different now was she made sure to put everything together instead of having things tossed from here to Port Kar laughing softly wondering who used what last
[12:31p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ having the first shelve in order moving to the next one pulling everything down and cleaning it until it shines before replacing everything saving the extra storage shelf's until last pulling down the pelts cured for trading or garments folding each one carefully setting them to the side far enough away that no water would get onto them as that could cause damage to the pelts
[12:36p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ next pulling down the extra furs...snuggling into them for a moment buries her face into the softness...the scent delightful as they hadn't been used...suddenly coughing with a stray piece of fur catching in her throat...figures oO(enough of that silly)
[12:38p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ returning to folding them and placing on the side as well...wiping the shelve down completely the cloth now hitting the point of no return with black dust...using a fresh cloth wiping the excess wet dust from the shelve finding a dry cloth now...standing on the pail again...using this cloth to wipe the shelve until it is completely dry...running hand across it just to be certain
[12:40p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ with the last shelve done and completely dry lining the shelves with the pelts and furs making sure they aren't mixed up and the others will know just where to find them when needed...taking the broom into palms gliding threw the room sweeping the floors pushing the dirt outside the doorway
[12:42p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ turning back looking at the nice orderly placement of everything nodding with satisfaction thinking oO(much easier now) grabbing the bucket of mucky water making her way from the Room finding a place to dump the the water before cleaning the bucket and returning it to the Room sweeps up the dirt empties it in the trash...leaving the broom in the Kitchen where it belongs
[12:15p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ mossing gently across the cool tile floor her bare feet heading to the Kitchen steps moving quickly yet silent not wishing to disturb samiam the kit as he sleep in the Kitchen near the Hearth...once inside the Kitchen...walking to the counters placing a small amount of soap into the bucket
[12:19p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ it lands on the worn cloths...but it won't stay there long...turning to the fires a kettle of hot water already close to a boil...gently ladling in the water watching as it falls into the bucket soaking the cloths melting the soap...making her way from the Kitchen now...snatching the broom on her way out heading back to the Supply Room
[12:21p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ fiding her way back into the Supply Room...setting the bucket of hot soapy water down by the first shelve...pulling down the items stored upon this shelve watching the order she is pulling them down so they will be replaced properly....mow that the shelve is empty dipping trim fingers into the water...quickly turning red from the heat...paying no mind to this though grabbing a cloth wringing it out until nearly dry
[12:25p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ standing on a small pail for milking carefully working her way from one end of the shelve to the other end...crunching up nose seeing just how dirty this shelve really is beneath all the items stored upon it dropping the nearly black cloth into the water...stepping down off the bucket dipping the cloth over and over until the grim releases from the pores
[12:28p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ with the first shelve done...with care and precision placing the item back onto the shelve where they were when she removed them...the only different now was she made sure to put everything together instead of having things tossed from here to Port Kar laughing softly wondering who used what last
[12:31p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ having the first shelve in order moving to the next one pulling everything down and cleaning it until it shines before replacing everything saving the extra storage shelf's until last pulling down the pelts cured for trading or garments folding each one carefully setting them to the side far enough away that no water would get onto them as that could cause damage to the pelts
[12:36p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ next pulling down the extra furs...snuggling into them for a moment buries her face into the softness...the scent delightful as they hadn't been used...suddenly coughing with a stray piece of fur catching in her throat...figures oO(enough of that silly)
[12:38p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ returning to folding them and placing on the side as well...wiping the shelve down completely the cloth now hitting the point of no return with black dust...using a fresh cloth wiping the excess wet dust from the shelve finding a dry cloth now...standing on the pail again...using this cloth to wipe the shelve until it is completely dry...running hand across it just to be certain
[12:40p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ with the last shelve done and completely dry lining the shelves with the pelts and furs making sure they aren't mixed up and the others will know just where to find them when needed...taking the broom into palms gliding threw the room sweeping the floors pushing the dirt outside the doorway
[12:42p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ turning back looking at the nice orderly placement of everything nodding with satisfaction thinking oO(much easier now) grabbing the bucket of mucky water making her way from the Room finding a place to dump the the water before cleaning the bucket and returning it to the Room sweeps up the dirt empties it in the trash...leaving the broom in the Kitchen where it belongs
10/14/20 Today's Menu
Breakfast
2 Fried Vulo Eggs
Biscuits & Sausage Gravy
Yogurt Fruit Cup
Black wine
Lunch
White-Bellied Grunt Salad Sandwich
Sul Chips
Vanilla Cup Cake
Sweet Ice Tea
Dinner
Vulo & Dumplings
Melon Salad
Chocolate Chip Meringue Cookies
Tospit Ginger
2 Fried Vulo Eggs
Biscuits & Sausage Gravy
Yogurt Fruit Cup
Black wine
Lunch
White-Bellied Grunt Salad Sandwich
Sul Chips
Vanilla Cup Cake
Sweet Ice Tea
Dinner
Vulo & Dumplings
Melon Salad
Chocolate Chip Meringue Cookies
Tospit Ginger
10/13/20 Cleaning the Main Room After it was Vandilized
~~walking into the Main Room of the Citadel seeing that the Room had been vandalized ashes from the Hearth sprinkled on the pillows and tossed every where vases on the floor with the flowers in them decorating the floor my thought was oO(who would of done something like this so cruel and mean to my Masters Home)
~~i go about collecting the pillows and furs taking them outside to brush them and rid them of the ash from the Hearth leaving them for the time being i get a broom and sweep the ashes up tossing them into the ash can...i pick up the broken glass vases and puts them in the box outside the Kitchen back door of broken vessels plates cups..etc
~~i take the flowers and salvages them placing them in new vases and placing them around the Room...a quick trip to the Kitchen and gets the mop wetting it to damp mop...which she does with pleasure for she loves the Home that her Master has her living in,..it could be worse i could be in Vulo Barn like jima was...the flowers once again adorn the Main Room standing tall and beautiful
~~when the floor dries i bring the furs and pillows back in and places them in a orderly fashion fluffing them up and running my hands through the softness of the furs...rises up looks about...i hope the person or persons that did this damage to my Master Home will be reckoned with i am just glad my Master did not see his Home in turmoil i caught it in time
~~i take the mop and washes it out laying it upside down against the back wall of the Kitchen...i look about making sure the Kitchen wench has plenty food for the Free person who work late so when they need nourishment they will have it all they have to do is tell a slave if around or the Kitchen wench it will be ready..i go out to the Garden to play with samiam for a bit before my Master comes Home
~~i go about collecting the pillows and furs taking them outside to brush them and rid them of the ash from the Hearth leaving them for the time being i get a broom and sweep the ashes up tossing them into the ash can...i pick up the broken glass vases and puts them in the box outside the Kitchen back door of broken vessels plates cups..etc
~~i take the flowers and salvages them placing them in new vases and placing them around the Room...a quick trip to the Kitchen and gets the mop wetting it to damp mop...which she does with pleasure for she loves the Home that her Master has her living in,..it could be worse i could be in Vulo Barn like jima was...the flowers once again adorn the Main Room standing tall and beautiful
~~when the floor dries i bring the furs and pillows back in and places them in a orderly fashion fluffing them up and running my hands through the softness of the furs...rises up looks about...i hope the person or persons that did this damage to my Master Home will be reckoned with i am just glad my Master did not see his Home in turmoil i caught it in time
~~i take the mop and washes it out laying it upside down against the back wall of the Kitchen...i look about making sure the Kitchen wench has plenty food for the Free person who work late so when they need nourishment they will have it all they have to do is tell a slave if around or the Kitchen wench it will be ready..i go out to the Garden to play with samiam for a bit before my Master comes Home
10/13/20 Main Rooms Mantle & Shelves
[12:16p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ a warm smile slips across kissable lips while dancing off towards the golden haze of the Kitchen...supple breast rise and fall as delicate hips sway...midnight black lashes fall against alabaster cheeks as she begins to gather the kettle of heated water...a bit of soap flakes and some other goodies to wash down the mantles and shelves with
[12:19p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ steps near the drawer long finger tips reach out to curl about the handle while drawing it close to taunt belly grasping a clean cloth dreamer then nudges the drawer to close with her hip (umpt) gracefully she pushes her tongue across sweet lips while moving off towards the small bucket of heated water and soap which has started to bubble grasping the handle dreamer moves on towards the mantle in the Main room making sure nay to get her dark blue silks wet from the sloshing of the water in the bucket
[12:22p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ she removes all the items on top of the mantle and washes and dries the mantle thoroughly then taking the items she replaces the items atop the mantle before moving on to the shelves with in the Room starting at top shelf...she removes the books one by one making sure she is careful before she steps up with long arms out reached...cloth in hand as she starts to wash down the shelf and absorb the dust humming the sweet love of being a slave as the beauty moves onwards down the shelfs
[12:25p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ delights in replaces the books to the shelf before moving down the next table...little hands cling to each item while moving them from the table she cleans...small ears listen carefully for Free whom might need service as she works devotedly in her Masters Home wringing the cloth out dreamer than wipes down the area firmly from end to the next than adds thevarious items back again
[12:30p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ washes down the tables and chairs dusting in the corners and creases of wood before stepping off towards the Laundry Room with the soiled clothes to leave them in the basket than out the back door of the Kitchen which leads to the path where she deposits the dusty water along the walkway on the weeds wrinkling nose the beauty steps up the path to the Home entering through the back door of the Kitchen where she cleans out the bucket then places the bucket with cleaning supplies where they belong
10/13/20 In the Veggie Garden
[11:56a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ small hand pushes moon kissed blonde locks across a fair cheek with gentle finger tips tucking the tossed locks behind her ear small feet carry the beauty across the Citadel while pleasant lips draw inward while she hums a song from deep with in her slave heart...a song filled with desire...need...lust and love escapes each petal dreamer finds her way through the flicker of the thalarion oil lamps
[11:59a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ pushes past the archway that leads into the Kitchen where she gathers a weaved basket from a hook upon the wall...looping her arm through so the weaved handle rests gently upon a delicate wrist... inhaling the scent of the Lunch prepared by the Kitchen wench makes her smile...happy to know that her Master and others will eat well this night as she steps out the back door of the Kitchen samiam follow
[12:02p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ exotic curls tumble gently down to fill the valley of her back that rest just above a firm ass as she walks down the lane toward the veggie Gardens little hands push back sunny curls as she draws near...wide eyes look across to each of the rows while searching out the herbs...big blue eyes shimmer while landing upon the allium...sinking to her small knees the beauty reaches across to pluck slowly...plucks the chive like herb
[12:03p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ placing several of the allium with in the basket as she then moves on down the row spotting the tospit trees on her right little hands work casually to take up the few tospits and carefully place them in the basket with out harming the other harvest...then wiggles her sassy ass while crawling upon bare knees down the row of herbs thinks oO(if only my Master could see me now) she then spots the sip root
[12:07p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ gentle fingers tug the sip root from the ground but not many as there was a bit hanging in the Kitchens already...than weaves her hand under the basket and rises...carefully she walks down the small path near the row of herbs...curls of yellow lift to expose a collared neck as the breeze flows serenely...she walks up the path with a smile softly escaping her sensual lips steps back into the Kitchen where she left the weaved basket of herbs...she slowly begins to take out the sip root garlic and tospit
[12:09p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ once the herbs have been removed dreamer then dances off towards a kettle of warm water which sits over the warming stones...using a rep cloth to protect her small hand she carries the slightly heated water across to the counter top where the herbs are
[12:11p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ grinning she carefully soaks the herbs in the water than begins to wash...scrubbing the roots gently so they do not break...as the herbs are washed she than sets them on a well placed rep cloth humming happily the beauty works...after all the herbs are washed dreamer then moves on to hang each upside down
[12:14p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ blue orbs linger upon the herbs as she ties brushes tiny hands together as she than steps back to the weaved basket...gently taking it up ands dances across to the hook where she rehangs the weaved basket...than steps through the Kitchen...her golden curls bounce upon warm cheeks as she returns to the Main Room looking about seeking out another chore
[11:59a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ pushes past the archway that leads into the Kitchen where she gathers a weaved basket from a hook upon the wall...looping her arm through so the weaved handle rests gently upon a delicate wrist... inhaling the scent of the Lunch prepared by the Kitchen wench makes her smile...happy to know that her Master and others will eat well this night as she steps out the back door of the Kitchen samiam follow
[12:02p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ exotic curls tumble gently down to fill the valley of her back that rest just above a firm ass as she walks down the lane toward the veggie Gardens little hands push back sunny curls as she draws near...wide eyes look across to each of the rows while searching out the herbs...big blue eyes shimmer while landing upon the allium...sinking to her small knees the beauty reaches across to pluck slowly...plucks the chive like herb
[12:03p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ placing several of the allium with in the basket as she then moves on down the row spotting the tospit trees on her right little hands work casually to take up the few tospits and carefully place them in the basket with out harming the other harvest...then wiggles her sassy ass while crawling upon bare knees down the row of herbs thinks oO(if only my Master could see me now) she then spots the sip root
[12:07p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ gentle fingers tug the sip root from the ground but not many as there was a bit hanging in the Kitchens already...than weaves her hand under the basket and rises...carefully she walks down the small path near the row of herbs...curls of yellow lift to expose a collared neck as the breeze flows serenely...she walks up the path with a smile softly escaping her sensual lips steps back into the Kitchen where she left the weaved basket of herbs...she slowly begins to take out the sip root garlic and tospit
[12:09p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ once the herbs have been removed dreamer then dances off towards a kettle of warm water which sits over the warming stones...using a rep cloth to protect her small hand she carries the slightly heated water across to the counter top where the herbs are
[12:11p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ grinning she carefully soaks the herbs in the water than begins to wash...scrubbing the roots gently so they do not break...as the herbs are washed she than sets them on a well placed rep cloth humming happily the beauty works...after all the herbs are washed dreamer then moves on to hang each upside down
[12:14p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ blue orbs linger upon the herbs as she ties brushes tiny hands together as she than steps back to the weaved basket...gently taking it up ands dances across to the hook where she rehangs the weaved basket...than steps through the Kitchen...her golden curls bounce upon warm cheeks as she returns to the Main Room looking about seeking out another chore
10/13/20 Today's Menu
Breakfast
Oatmeal w/Blue Berries
Boiled Vulo Eggs
Toast
Melon Juice
Lunch
BBQ Tarsk Ribs
Slaw Cabbage
Baked Beans
Ale
Dinner
Vulo Fried Bosk Steak
Sul Salad
Greens
Paga Cocktail
Oatmeal w/Blue Berries
Boiled Vulo Eggs
Toast
Melon Juice
Lunch
BBQ Tarsk Ribs
Slaw Cabbage
Baked Beans
Ale
Dinner
Vulo Fried Bosk Steak
Sul Salad
Greens
Paga Cocktail
10/12/20 Cleans the bar in the Garden
[03:31p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ grins and bounces on her heels before leaping to bare feet and moving around the bar in the Garden taking the basin there into the Kitchen and filling it with hot water from the kettle on the Hearth and some soap flakes
[03:33p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ then another with just clean water...and takes them one at a time back out to the bar of the Garden...setting them into their well designed wells in the low bar in the back...singing as she works...pushing back the curls with irritation
[03:35p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ grabbing a piece of binding fiber dreamer ties it loosely in her golden hair...holding it back from her impish features...and goes back to work...pullning and stacked beside i the glasses goblets and mugs and tankards and horns from the shelves...and putting them in the basin
[03:37p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ hen washes down the shelves...lining them when clean with sterile rep clothes before washing and drying the vessels and putting them back using the wet cloth to wash down the bar...then the low bar...dreamer pivots on a bare foot and dust the back part...the shelves of various wines from assorted regions
[03:38p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ .ta wine and turian...cosian...a wide array although the much coveted falarian wine is missing...much too rare and expensive to blatantly display even if the Citadel had a bottle
[03:40p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ goes back to behaving practice...giggling to her self as she dust the rest of the bar area...then takes the basins and dumps them out...spilling the rinse water onto the flowers that were planted in the Garden in the dim hope they might flourish here...hopes they can make it through fall and winter...the soapy water on the weeds along the rocky path in hopes of killing them
[03:42p] › melina¤ÇPØ has joined the conversation. Passport: c47d08f6f1c3a3eb0a23a7882ddb8277
[03:43p] melina¤ÇPØ eyes as black as midnight blue skies look around the garden as I walk in looking for deamer scanning the gardens
[03:43p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ refilling the basins...one with soap she returns them to the bar for the clean up through the afternoon and she hung the cloths and dried her hands...smiling warmly as she returns to sit on the fountains ledge...thighs kissed in reverence...the exquisite smile still lighting the delicate face..as she stares into the water day dreaming about her Master
10/12/20 Today's Menu
Breakfast
Bosk Steak Bits & Scrambled Vulo Eggs
Fried Diced Sul
Toast
Blue Berry Smoothie
Lunch
Deer Jerky
Verr Cheese & Various Nuts
Tospit Pound Cake
Energy Carrot Juice
Dinner
Fried Pork Steaks & Mashed Sul
Green Beans
Sugar Cookies
Paga Cocktail
Bosk Steak Bits & Scrambled Vulo Eggs
Fried Diced Sul
Toast
Blue Berry Smoothie
Lunch
Deer Jerky
Verr Cheese & Various Nuts
Tospit Pound Cake
Energy Carrot Juice
Dinner
Fried Pork Steaks & Mashed Sul
Green Beans
Sugar Cookies
Paga Cocktail
10/11/20 Today's Menu
Breakfast
Fried Vulo Egg in Toast
Fried Tarsk Bacon Strips
Fruit Cup
Bosk Milk
Lunch
Fried Cabbage Tarsk Sausage & Sul..
Fried Corn Bread
Rice Pudding
Ramsberry Juice
Dinner
Grilled Steak Wraps
Verr Cheese Sticks w/Dipping Sauce
Cinnamon Pastry w/Chocolaee Dipping Sauce
Rence Beer
Fried Vulo Egg in Toast
Fried Tarsk Bacon Strips
Fruit Cup
Bosk Milk
Lunch
Fried Cabbage Tarsk Sausage & Sul..
Fried Corn Bread
Rice Pudding
Ramsberry Juice
Dinner
Grilled Steak Wraps
Verr Cheese Sticks w/Dipping Sauce
Cinnamon Pastry w/Chocolaee Dipping Sauce
Rence Beer
10/11/20 Fun with melina & Pumpkins
well i lost the scrolls but melina and i decorated pumpkins
we had a nice chat as well it is good she is back
thank you Master for allowing dreamer to get some of the Pumpkin Harvest
to make this project for your Home
also dried some pumpkin seeds for a treat i set them on my Masters
table with his Ale (melinas 3) then (my 6)
we had a nice chat as well it is good she is back
thank you Master for allowing dreamer to get some of the Pumpkin Harvest
to make this project for your Home
also dried some pumpkin seeds for a treat i set them on my Masters
table with his Ale (melinas 3) then (my 6)
10/11/20 Some Chores
[10:35a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ looks to My Master drinking his Ale and smiles...knowing he is in no need of service at the moment...then prances off to check the Laundry drying on the line out back...running her hands along their softness...feeling they are still damp...she makes way to the Kitchen...and washes her hands and checks on the Lunch she is preparing
[10:37a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ she lifts the lid on the pot of cabbage and sul with tark sausage...and checks to see if the sul is done...smiling seeing they are...she lift the pot off the high flame...adding a dab of butter salt and pepper...checking to see if the fried cornbread is still warming
[10:38a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ she moves to the counter top and butters them...and covers them to keep them warm...denoting a great mid meal...my Master and the Patrons will be well fed...she smiles...and reenters the Main Room and kneels in respect at her Masters furs...pulling out the sewing kit that she started early this morning and finishes darning his socks socks giggles
[10:40a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ his big toe looked so pitiful hanging out that hole...lol she threads the needle and ties it off and places her hand inside...and begins sewing tiny stitches making them double so they hold strong...watches as her Master rises up and walks out of the Room towards his Office and sighs a bit
[10:40a] › melina¤ÇPØ has joined the conversation. Passport: c47d08f6f1c3a3eb0a23a7882ddb8277
[10:41a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ sets one sock aside and takes up the other noting a tear in the hem...at the top and fixes it also...her setting her sewing down as she finishes it...she places it off to the side she reclines on her Masters furs...yawns...thinks oO(the lavender incense made her sleepy) she drift off to nap zzzzzz zzzzzzzzz zzzzzzzzzzzz zzzzzzzz zzzzzzzzzzzz the Kitchen Guard comes in...dreamer looks to him and winks whispers "playing tree urt" lol
[10:41a] melina¤ÇPØ slips into the garden deep brown eyes taking it all in
[10:41a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ : "you know those greasy little things....there are a few cooking on the spit dancing above the fire...later she will will fix u a 0big sandwich"
[10:42a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ he declines she rises back up thinking oO(no resting for her today)
[10:43a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ takes her Masters socks and places them where they belong goes to check the sheets again finding they are dry taking them down and folding them she takes them to the Laundry storage so us girls can change the sheets on Laundry day Residents and Guest will have fresh ones
[10:44a] melina¤ÇPØ laughs out loud as i look at the animal list and see a whole line of Urts dozens of different kinds
[10:44a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ rushes to take a bath then to fix her Masters Lunch of cabbage tarsk sausage and sul...with fried corn bread ...and a cup of rice pudding and goblet of ramsberry juice placing all to a tray she walks into the Main Room with the offering hips take on a extra sway as she approaches her Masters seat...balancing the tray to his table she takes a kneel to be of service when he arrives in just a few heart beats...she awaits in silence
[10:45a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ hears a laughter and looks my eyes bug out seeing melina have not seen her in a few days i say
[10:45a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ : sweet serves melina welcome back
[10:37a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ she lifts the lid on the pot of cabbage and sul with tark sausage...and checks to see if the sul is done...smiling seeing they are...she lift the pot off the high flame...adding a dab of butter salt and pepper...checking to see if the fried cornbread is still warming
[10:38a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ she moves to the counter top and butters them...and covers them to keep them warm...denoting a great mid meal...my Master and the Patrons will be well fed...she smiles...and reenters the Main Room and kneels in respect at her Masters furs...pulling out the sewing kit that she started early this morning and finishes darning his socks socks giggles
[10:40a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ his big toe looked so pitiful hanging out that hole...lol she threads the needle and ties it off and places her hand inside...and begins sewing tiny stitches making them double so they hold strong...watches as her Master rises up and walks out of the Room towards his Office and sighs a bit
[10:40a] › melina¤ÇPØ has joined the conversation. Passport: c47d08f6f1c3a3eb0a23a7882ddb8277
[10:41a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ sets one sock aside and takes up the other noting a tear in the hem...at the top and fixes it also...her setting her sewing down as she finishes it...she places it off to the side she reclines on her Masters furs...yawns...thinks oO(the lavender incense made her sleepy) she drift off to nap zzzzzz zzzzzzzzz zzzzzzzzzzzz zzzzzzzz zzzzzzzzzzzz the Kitchen Guard comes in...dreamer looks to him and winks whispers "playing tree urt" lol
[10:41a] melina¤ÇPØ slips into the garden deep brown eyes taking it all in
[10:41a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ : "you know those greasy little things....there are a few cooking on the spit dancing above the fire...later she will will fix u a 0big sandwich"
[10:42a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ he declines she rises back up thinking oO(no resting for her today)
[10:43a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ takes her Masters socks and places them where they belong goes to check the sheets again finding they are dry taking them down and folding them she takes them to the Laundry storage so us girls can change the sheets on Laundry day Residents and Guest will have fresh ones
[10:44a] melina¤ÇPØ laughs out loud as i look at the animal list and see a whole line of Urts dozens of different kinds
[10:44a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ rushes to take a bath then to fix her Masters Lunch of cabbage tarsk sausage and sul...with fried corn bread ...and a cup of rice pudding and goblet of ramsberry juice placing all to a tray she walks into the Main Room with the offering hips take on a extra sway as she approaches her Masters seat...balancing the tray to his table she takes a kneel to be of service when he arrives in just a few heart beats...she awaits in silence
[10:45a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ hears a laughter and looks my eyes bug out seeing melina have not seen her in a few days i say
[10:45a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ : sweet serves melina welcome back
10/10/20Todays Menu
BREAKFAST
2 Fried Vulo Eggs
Deer Sausage
Cheese Corn Grits
Biscuits
Blackberry Juice
LUNCH
BBQ Tarsk Sandwich
Cabbage Slaw
Fried Sul
Peach Cobbler w/Ice Cream
Bottle of Ale
DINNER
Bosk Steak
Baked Sul
Katch Salad
Chocolate Cake
Paga Cocktail
2 Fried Vulo Eggs
Deer Sausage
Cheese Corn Grits
Biscuits
Blackberry Juice
LUNCH
BBQ Tarsk Sandwich
Cabbage Slaw
Fried Sul
Peach Cobbler w/Ice Cream
Bottle of Ale
DINNER
Bosk Steak
Baked Sul
Katch Salad
Chocolate Cake
Paga Cocktail
10/10/20Cleaning Wagon of a Visiting Mistress
[12:13p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ moving with gentle...loving grace to the Mistress wagon who is visiting...the girl looks down at the empty bucket...smiling as she sees nancy has filled the barrels...dreamer is grateful
[12:14p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ moving to fill the bucket with fresh water...she adds some soap flakes and stirs it all with a lean stick before...stepping up with the scrub and broom...softly knocks at Mistress's bosk covering
[12:15p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ as she feels the Mistress must be out and about dreamer enters the wagon like a soft feather in the wind....starting with the broom...she sweeps all of the dust bunnies and soot from the brazier...out the lifting hide...to find the wind...dreamerl feels lush slave soul greet the wind and, stepping back inwards...lifts the furs and, moving out to the rim of the wagon...beats them senseless....laughing she returns with hips swaying to sweep the entire area clean
[12:17p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ wiping down any surface with a clean rep cloth,...a girl feels so grateful to be part of he Masters Home and visitors moving softly towards the Mistress's pet bird dreamer leans down and coos softly....adding water to its bowl...she steps back and thinks oO(Flowers!)
[12:19p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ stepping out and down the strong temwood steps...a girl moves towards the Garden... knows the flowers surrounding the wall are lush and beautiful...she tugs a few and builds a bouquet for the Mistress....satisfied...dreamer returns quickly to her wagon
[12:21p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ easing her sultry form back up the steps...she enters again and...spying a lovely blue vase dreamer lifts it and filling it with fresh water...places the bouquet of flowers on the table near her furs smiling softly as the aroma fills the wagon...a girl moves to refill Her thalarian lamps with the oil she collected from the Supply Shed...careful not to spill an ounce of the precious oil...dreamer steps back and moves to the outer rims to collect her furs
[12:22p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ fresh and clean, she replaces them near to where Mistress will need them to sleep and find rest lifting her heart and love upwards dreamer finishes with a blessing to the beloved Free...lifting all the buckets and brooms brushes and pans,dreamer softly pads out and...returning them to the Supply She then moves quietly to the edge of the stream to bath and breathe then she will check on jima at the Vulo barn
[12:14p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ moving to fill the bucket with fresh water...she adds some soap flakes and stirs it all with a lean stick before...stepping up with the scrub and broom...softly knocks at Mistress's bosk covering
[12:15p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ as she feels the Mistress must be out and about dreamer enters the wagon like a soft feather in the wind....starting with the broom...she sweeps all of the dust bunnies and soot from the brazier...out the lifting hide...to find the wind...dreamerl feels lush slave soul greet the wind and, stepping back inwards...lifts the furs and, moving out to the rim of the wagon...beats them senseless....laughing she returns with hips swaying to sweep the entire area clean
[12:17p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ wiping down any surface with a clean rep cloth,...a girl feels so grateful to be part of he Masters Home and visitors moving softly towards the Mistress's pet bird dreamer leans down and coos softly....adding water to its bowl...she steps back and thinks oO(Flowers!)
[12:19p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ stepping out and down the strong temwood steps...a girl moves towards the Garden... knows the flowers surrounding the wall are lush and beautiful...she tugs a few and builds a bouquet for the Mistress....satisfied...dreamer returns quickly to her wagon
[12:21p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ easing her sultry form back up the steps...she enters again and...spying a lovely blue vase dreamer lifts it and filling it with fresh water...places the bouquet of flowers on the table near her furs smiling softly as the aroma fills the wagon...a girl moves to refill Her thalarian lamps with the oil she collected from the Supply Shed...careful not to spill an ounce of the precious oil...dreamer steps back and moves to the outer rims to collect her furs
[12:22p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ fresh and clean, she replaces them near to where Mistress will need them to sleep and find rest lifting her heart and love upwards dreamer finishes with a blessing to the beloved Free...lifting all the buckets and brooms brushes and pans,dreamer softly pads out and...returning them to the Supply She then moves quietly to the edge of the stream to bath and breathe then she will check on jima at the Vulo barn
10/10/20 Weaves a Basket
[11:36a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ passing through the Outlaw Camp watching visiting slaves hard at work...she scurries off to the Supply Shed for new supplies...peeking in...she checks her basket...smiling brightly as she sees she can now replenish it...tossing in some ribbons...cloths...threads...and other assorted items she is sure she'll need at one point
[11:38a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ turning her attention to the corner of the Shed....something gleaming catches her eye...a quirk of her eyebrows reveals her curiosity... slowly she sorts through to find this item...gasps in happy surprise....thin golden colored wire...she can surely use that! quickly grabs it and tosses it into her basket
[11:42a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ thinking now...taps her chin oO(she has a little supply basket for her crafts...she needs a basket for her cleaning chores) turning slightly seeing an empty basket an idea comes to her...snapping her fingers she grabs the empty basket along with her craft basket and bounds outside to my favorite spot by the Water Edge with samiam at her heels
[11:44a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ settling done her attention to the basket she decides to make a very special basket...taking the gold wire from my other basket along with the bone needle...threading the wire through
[11:49a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ picking up the basket she begins a design....fingers working diligently the designshe wishes begins to form....working hard to get the design right...chewing her tongue as she weaves....after about an ahn finally she is done...she looks at it...grinning as it sparkles in the sun
[11:51a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ finishing that she takes a few golden strands knotting them at the end of the handle and braid it across...fastening it in the same fashion as the other end of the handle....taking the threads again...she winds it around the base of the handle hiding the knots...then tie it on the inside of the handle so it can't be seen...she ties a small ribbons on the handle and adds some yellow flowers
[11:46a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ she bundles up her supplies and the basket she just woven and curries off to the Supply Shed to put away then to the Kitchen bounds up the back steps and finds her way to the counter....washes her hands and looking around...drying her hands she gathers fresh fruit adding it to the new basket...then dashing down the Hall to her Masters Chambers
[11:47a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ she hurries in to leave the basket for her Master in case he gets hungry at night then he won't have to go to the Kitchen keeping the furs as hot as he and she makes them...one gets hungry...so have to keep up nutrition
[11:38a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ turning her attention to the corner of the Shed....something gleaming catches her eye...a quirk of her eyebrows reveals her curiosity... slowly she sorts through to find this item...gasps in happy surprise....thin golden colored wire...she can surely use that! quickly grabs it and tosses it into her basket
[11:42a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ thinking now...taps her chin oO(she has a little supply basket for her crafts...she needs a basket for her cleaning chores) turning slightly seeing an empty basket an idea comes to her...snapping her fingers she grabs the empty basket along with her craft basket and bounds outside to my favorite spot by the Water Edge with samiam at her heels
[11:44a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ settling done her attention to the basket she decides to make a very special basket...taking the gold wire from my other basket along with the bone needle...threading the wire through
[11:49a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ picking up the basket she begins a design....fingers working diligently the designshe wishes begins to form....working hard to get the design right...chewing her tongue as she weaves....after about an ahn finally she is done...she looks at it...grinning as it sparkles in the sun
[11:51a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ finishing that she takes a few golden strands knotting them at the end of the handle and braid it across...fastening it in the same fashion as the other end of the handle....taking the threads again...she winds it around the base of the handle hiding the knots...then tie it on the inside of the handle so it can't be seen...she ties a small ribbons on the handle and adds some yellow flowers
[11:46a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ she bundles up her supplies and the basket she just woven and curries off to the Supply Shed to put away then to the Kitchen bounds up the back steps and finds her way to the counter....washes her hands and looking around...drying her hands she gathers fresh fruit adding it to the new basket...then dashing down the Hall to her Masters Chambers
[11:47a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ she hurries in to leave the basket for her Master in case he gets hungry at night then he won't have to go to the Kitchen keeping the furs as hot as he and she makes them...one gets hungry...so have to keep up nutrition
10/8/20Dressing a Tarsk--Torches--Dinner
~~hears her Master bellow out about a kill that he has left by the Kitchen door...the Tarsk is ugly and big lays on the ground cleanly killed leaving the skin perfect for uses round the home...dreamer runs off to the Storage Shed taking out varies cutting stones...some shaped scooped an angled to help skin an gut the beast...drags out a thick kettle an bucket carting all to the side of the Shed...girl drags the kill to a tripod set up with a heavy rence rope...ties it securely an lifts the animal up tugging furiously with the help of stones attached for leverage...wraps the end after hoisting up the animal so it barley touches the ground
~~cutting off the tail hooves an tusks laying to the side for pastes an powders...skins the meat loosening it with precise movements working the cutting stone up an down peeling it away...removes the hide laying to the side to be cured...plunges the point of the cutting stone deep into the belly with a bucket below to catch the guts...liver an intestines spill out with blood...uses the scooped stone cupping out all the insides filling the bucket to be fed to the sleen
~~lets the meat drain while beginning to carve off the layers of fat placing it in the kettle...works round an round freeing the thick fat putting the heavy wedged in the pot...drags the kettle over to one of the cooking fires having placed several dung chips to flame up a roaring fire...heaves the pot up on the hook suspends it over the flames from the center point...letting the fat melt an cook down slowly overnight for Tharlarion oil...
~~she cuts shanks...ribs an tarsk steaks rubbing each portion in heavy salt to preserve...then wraps snugly in rep cloths tying up with strings of rence...places in the Cooling Pit she found in the Storage Shed all will be ready for a days menu...takes the skin laying to the side staking it out to the ground to dry ready to be cured the next day...carries the buckets of guts to the sleens cages sharing the contents with each one pouring in their trough...grabs the water bowls an gives fresh an sets them back keeping a close distance pushing it back with a long stick avoiding the gnashing teeth engulfing the food...
~~frowning as she lifts her head...looking up to the darkening sky...stomach flopping sickeningly as she realizes she has forgotten to refill the torches today...leaping to her feet she darts towards the Supply Shed taking the steps two at a time and disappearing inside the large Shed full of everything one could possibly need...searching eyes roam the kegs and casks...finding a small cask that she knows is filled with oil for the torches...she snakes both hands out and grabs it...grunting as she lifts the heavy cask...nearly dragging it back down the steps...taking them one at a time on the return trip down...
~~her now heavy steps takes her to the outskirts of the yard...carefully hoisting the cask...pouring the oil into the first torch...then moving on to the second...tipping the vessel until the thick liquid fills the torch....her path takes her slowly around the perimeter of the yard...filling each and every torch...occasionally she finds a torch that must have been bumped or rubbed on by one of the itchy bosk...she then lower the cask and wiggles and push the torch into an upright position...making sure it is deep in the ground before refilling it...
~~finally her path circles her back around to the Supply Shed as the vessel grows empty...by now it should be easy to carry but her arms are so tired from lifting and pouring that it seems to weigh as much as a bosk...glancing up to the sky once more...smiling as she see the moons beginning to rise...grateful that she was able to complete her chore before the entire yard was in the dark for a night...she reaches into the fire pit and gathers a lit piece of wood and she dances around the yard lighting the torches twirling from one to the other till the yard is lite up like a sunny day....she tosses the piece of wood back in the fire along with two more logs
~~knows it is about time for the Free Men to be arriving home...dreamer quickly takes a bath and freshens up from doing chores...returns to the Kitchen checking on Dinner...making sure it is staying warm enough for them...she stirs the skillet of vulo fried rice fluffing the rice some...the cupcakes she made look tempting to eat but knows she made these just for her Master and Free to consume...the Black wine still simmering...lips turn upright as she sees all is in order...then she twirls around and dances her way to the Main Room taking to the window seat and picks up her sketch pad and starts to put charcoal to the pad and beings sketching
~~cutting off the tail hooves an tusks laying to the side for pastes an powders...skins the meat loosening it with precise movements working the cutting stone up an down peeling it away...removes the hide laying to the side to be cured...plunges the point of the cutting stone deep into the belly with a bucket below to catch the guts...liver an intestines spill out with blood...uses the scooped stone cupping out all the insides filling the bucket to be fed to the sleen
~~lets the meat drain while beginning to carve off the layers of fat placing it in the kettle...works round an round freeing the thick fat putting the heavy wedged in the pot...drags the kettle over to one of the cooking fires having placed several dung chips to flame up a roaring fire...heaves the pot up on the hook suspends it over the flames from the center point...letting the fat melt an cook down slowly overnight for Tharlarion oil...
~~she cuts shanks...ribs an tarsk steaks rubbing each portion in heavy salt to preserve...then wraps snugly in rep cloths tying up with strings of rence...places in the Cooling Pit she found in the Storage Shed all will be ready for a days menu...takes the skin laying to the side staking it out to the ground to dry ready to be cured the next day...carries the buckets of guts to the sleens cages sharing the contents with each one pouring in their trough...grabs the water bowls an gives fresh an sets them back keeping a close distance pushing it back with a long stick avoiding the gnashing teeth engulfing the food...
~~frowning as she lifts her head...looking up to the darkening sky...stomach flopping sickeningly as she realizes she has forgotten to refill the torches today...leaping to her feet she darts towards the Supply Shed taking the steps two at a time and disappearing inside the large Shed full of everything one could possibly need...searching eyes roam the kegs and casks...finding a small cask that she knows is filled with oil for the torches...she snakes both hands out and grabs it...grunting as she lifts the heavy cask...nearly dragging it back down the steps...taking them one at a time on the return trip down...
~~her now heavy steps takes her to the outskirts of the yard...carefully hoisting the cask...pouring the oil into the first torch...then moving on to the second...tipping the vessel until the thick liquid fills the torch....her path takes her slowly around the perimeter of the yard...filling each and every torch...occasionally she finds a torch that must have been bumped or rubbed on by one of the itchy bosk...she then lower the cask and wiggles and push the torch into an upright position...making sure it is deep in the ground before refilling it...
~~finally her path circles her back around to the Supply Shed as the vessel grows empty...by now it should be easy to carry but her arms are so tired from lifting and pouring that it seems to weigh as much as a bosk...glancing up to the sky once more...smiling as she see the moons beginning to rise...grateful that she was able to complete her chore before the entire yard was in the dark for a night...she reaches into the fire pit and gathers a lit piece of wood and she dances around the yard lighting the torches twirling from one to the other till the yard is lite up like a sunny day....she tosses the piece of wood back in the fire along with two more logs
~~knows it is about time for the Free Men to be arriving home...dreamer quickly takes a bath and freshens up from doing chores...returns to the Kitchen checking on Dinner...making sure it is staying warm enough for them...she stirs the skillet of vulo fried rice fluffing the rice some...the cupcakes she made look tempting to eat but knows she made these just for her Master and Free to consume...the Black wine still simmering...lips turn upright as she sees all is in order...then she twirls around and dances her way to the Main Room taking to the window seat and picks up her sketch pad and starts to put charcoal to the pad and beings sketching
10/8/20 Offices of the Free Cleaned--jima-Eggs
[11:24a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ it was the day to clean the Offices of the Administrator and the Small Treatment Room...after Breakfast dreamer places samiam out the door to explorr and stay out of trouble... then grabs her cart of supplies and hurries off down the Hall...she wiggles her as to tease the Hall Guard and chuckle to her self...coming to her Masters Office 1st...she wheels her cart inside...leaving it by the door
[11:26a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ 1st off she takes a rep cloth and some furniture polish and goes around the room dusting and polishing all the wood work when she comes by the windows she pushes the curtains aside and opens them allowing the Fall breeze to enter...dreamer loves this time of year
[11:31a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ she straightens up the big desk of the papers files and scrolls...cleaning the ink spills wiping down the bottle as well...as she finished the dusting and polishing she sees the floor needs a slight sweeping not much traffic adorned this Office to get it spoiled feeding the dust pan lightly with the paper trash and the dust she feeds the blazing fire and watches it devoir it
[11:33a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ the mopping is quick and the breeze coming through the window dries it just as quick...looking about she sees the Office is in order then she wheels her cart out the Room shuts the door and move to the Small Treatment Room where Mistress Sascha spends most her day
[11:38a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ opens the door and goes opens the window to let in the fall breeze...taking her rep cloth and wiping down shelves and furniture...she is careful when it comes to the vial and bottles making sure to not tip them over...it is always fascinating top see the colors of the bottle the sun shine through them making color shadows on the all...dreamer straights the bandages in the cabinet knowing she needs to add a few more from the stash in the trunk to which she does
[11:40a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ the ones that were missing were the ones Mistress Sascha used on jima(NPC) which reminds dreamer to go feed and water her and change her bandages if needed..so dreamer also puts 2 small bundle on her cart and some of the healing salve that was used
[11:44a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ humming a small turn dreamer takes the damp mop and spot mops for the floor in the Treatment Room is kept clean...so a hit here and there in the heavy traffic area is all that needed to be addressed...looking about seeing the beds were clean and untouched since Laundry day glad to see the other girls are doing their part as well it sure does take a lot of burden off dreamers shoulders of trying to get it all done herself
[11:45a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ looking and checking things one more time dreamer is satisfied then wheels her cart out the Room closing the door behind her and shimmies back down the Hall wiggling her ass as she knows the Hall Guard is watching...looks over her shoulder and giggles
[11:48a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ tossing the used rep clothes in the Laundry basket...and washing the mop out...dreamer washes her hands and get an old chipped wooden bowl and a small wooden cup filling the bowl with gruel and honey and a cup of Verr Milk...putting a basket on her arms she heads to the Vulo Barn where jima is staying
[11:51a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ opens the gate and enters....going over to jima i look at her seeing the bandages needed to be changed...i had jima the bowl of gruel and cup of milk and she partakes quickly "slow down there jima" dreamer says to her...she laying the bowl and cup off to the side i kneel beside her and starts to remove the bandages
[12:00p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ most of her wounds have healed i put salve on the ones that need more time and dress them once again...i look to the girl with sympathy i tell her not to worry her situation may be bad now but they can get better soon that my Master will see to it that she will have a Owner who will be suited to her and she to him
[12:01p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ i take up my basket and checks in the Vulo nests for eggs one here two there and one had four...the basket fills quickly this was a good day for eggs...jima must be talking to them...lol
[12:05p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ i gather up the medical supplies and my basket and i leave jima letting her know i will be back later today to check on her i will be addressing how she is healing with my Master then i open the gate and makes my way back to the Citadel where i sit the basket on the Kitchen counter i wash my hands and takes the bandages and salve back to the Treatment Room...back in the Kitchen i wash each eggs checking for chick by using a candle light and dries them then places them in the Cold Room
[12:08p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ well her morning was productive i know Master went out with the Outlaws scanning the perimeter of the Land along the brick wall early early this Morning he should be coming back soon dreamer busy herself straightening up things
[11:26a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ 1st off she takes a rep cloth and some furniture polish and goes around the room dusting and polishing all the wood work when she comes by the windows she pushes the curtains aside and opens them allowing the Fall breeze to enter...dreamer loves this time of year
[11:31a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ she straightens up the big desk of the papers files and scrolls...cleaning the ink spills wiping down the bottle as well...as she finished the dusting and polishing she sees the floor needs a slight sweeping not much traffic adorned this Office to get it spoiled feeding the dust pan lightly with the paper trash and the dust she feeds the blazing fire and watches it devoir it
[11:33a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ the mopping is quick and the breeze coming through the window dries it just as quick...looking about she sees the Office is in order then she wheels her cart out the Room shuts the door and move to the Small Treatment Room where Mistress Sascha spends most her day
[11:38a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ opens the door and goes opens the window to let in the fall breeze...taking her rep cloth and wiping down shelves and furniture...she is careful when it comes to the vial and bottles making sure to not tip them over...it is always fascinating top see the colors of the bottle the sun shine through them making color shadows on the all...dreamer straights the bandages in the cabinet knowing she needs to add a few more from the stash in the trunk to which she does
[11:40a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ the ones that were missing were the ones Mistress Sascha used on jima(NPC) which reminds dreamer to go feed and water her and change her bandages if needed..so dreamer also puts 2 small bundle on her cart and some of the healing salve that was used
[11:44a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ humming a small turn dreamer takes the damp mop and spot mops for the floor in the Treatment Room is kept clean...so a hit here and there in the heavy traffic area is all that needed to be addressed...looking about seeing the beds were clean and untouched since Laundry day glad to see the other girls are doing their part as well it sure does take a lot of burden off dreamers shoulders of trying to get it all done herself
[11:45a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ looking and checking things one more time dreamer is satisfied then wheels her cart out the Room closing the door behind her and shimmies back down the Hall wiggling her ass as she knows the Hall Guard is watching...looks over her shoulder and giggles
[11:48a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ tossing the used rep clothes in the Laundry basket...and washing the mop out...dreamer washes her hands and get an old chipped wooden bowl and a small wooden cup filling the bowl with gruel and honey and a cup of Verr Milk...putting a basket on her arms she heads to the Vulo Barn where jima is staying
[11:51a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ opens the gate and enters....going over to jima i look at her seeing the bandages needed to be changed...i had jima the bowl of gruel and cup of milk and she partakes quickly "slow down there jima" dreamer says to her...she laying the bowl and cup off to the side i kneel beside her and starts to remove the bandages
[12:00p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ most of her wounds have healed i put salve on the ones that need more time and dress them once again...i look to the girl with sympathy i tell her not to worry her situation may be bad now but they can get better soon that my Master will see to it that she will have a Owner who will be suited to her and she to him
[12:01p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ i take up my basket and checks in the Vulo nests for eggs one here two there and one had four...the basket fills quickly this was a good day for eggs...jima must be talking to them...lol
[12:05p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ i gather up the medical supplies and my basket and i leave jima letting her know i will be back later today to check on her i will be addressing how she is healing with my Master then i open the gate and makes my way back to the Citadel where i sit the basket on the Kitchen counter i wash my hands and takes the bandages and salve back to the Treatment Room...back in the Kitchen i wash each eggs checking for chick by using a candle light and dries them then places them in the Cold Room
[12:08p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ well her morning was productive i know Master went out with the Outlaws scanning the perimeter of the Land along the brick wall early early this Morning he should be coming back soon dreamer busy herself straightening up things
[11:34a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ dreamer sitting in the Kitchen eating her breakfast thumbs through a cook book found a recipe she wanted to try out for Lunch today...she followed the instructions to a tee...then she serves her Master when he gets home from business in town...the receipe is as follows
[11:35a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ : Breaded Eel w/Steamed Crawfish...Creamy Sul...Crispy Green Peas Rence Rice...Black Bread Tospit Pie a Paga Cocktail
Fill a pot with 3 mugs of water and one small tef of white salt and place i er high heat and bring it to a boil. When boiling add 3 mugs of rence rice to the rolling water and move the pan to lower heat to simmer and cook
Clean the eels well...cut them in pieces two inches long...wash and wipe them dry...In a small bowl mix together 1 full head of garlic and 1 small onion minced very fine, 3 tefs of ground golden
Sa-tarna flour, 1 spoon of red salt...2 spoons of crushed black pepper, and a spoonful of fresh thyme...In another bowl pour 2 mugs of fresh bosk milk. Dip the eel slice in first in the bosk milk and then in the sa-tarna flour
In a shallow skillet heat slowly 2 mugs of palm oil...when hot carefully place the slices of breaded eel into the oil (oil is hot and may spit, so be careful)
Watch the slices carefully...and turn when the bubbles in the oil slow to a simmer...Take a clean plate and lay a sheet of rence cloth on it....when the eel is browned all over and thoroughly done...remove the slices from the oil and place them on the cloth to drain and cool slightly
While the eel cools...place 2 pots of water over the high heat and bring to a boil...to the first add 2 tefs of fresh pea pods to the hot water and cook for 3 ehn until the color of the pods turns a bright, vibrant green...Remove them from the hot water and place them in a bowl of cold water to stop them from cooking further
In the second place the steaming basket and add the craw fish...steam until the gray of the flesh turns a brilliant white....remove them from the basket and place them in a medium sized bowl...Add a spoonful of bosk butter...a dash of tahari spices, a dash of red salt...and a dash of crushed pepper...and toss well until all the butter is melted
Take a clean plate and add 3 or 4 crispy slices of eel...2 plump craw fish...and a large spoonful each of crispy peas and steamy rice...Add to the plate a thick slice of black bread...some bosk butter...and garnish with a sprig of fragrant thyme
[11:35a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ : Breaded Eel w/Steamed Crawfish...Creamy Sul...Crispy Green Peas Rence Rice...Black Bread Tospit Pie a Paga Cocktail
Fill a pot with 3 mugs of water and one small tef of white salt and place i er high heat and bring it to a boil. When boiling add 3 mugs of rence rice to the rolling water and move the pan to lower heat to simmer and cook
Clean the eels well...cut them in pieces two inches long...wash and wipe them dry...In a small bowl mix together 1 full head of garlic and 1 small onion minced very fine, 3 tefs of ground golden
Sa-tarna flour, 1 spoon of red salt...2 spoons of crushed black pepper, and a spoonful of fresh thyme...In another bowl pour 2 mugs of fresh bosk milk. Dip the eel slice in first in the bosk milk and then in the sa-tarna flour
In a shallow skillet heat slowly 2 mugs of palm oil...when hot carefully place the slices of breaded eel into the oil (oil is hot and may spit, so be careful)
Watch the slices carefully...and turn when the bubbles in the oil slow to a simmer...Take a clean plate and lay a sheet of rence cloth on it....when the eel is browned all over and thoroughly done...remove the slices from the oil and place them on the cloth to drain and cool slightly
While the eel cools...place 2 pots of water over the high heat and bring to a boil...to the first add 2 tefs of fresh pea pods to the hot water and cook for 3 ehn until the color of the pods turns a bright, vibrant green...Remove them from the hot water and place them in a bowl of cold water to stop them from cooking further
In the second place the steaming basket and add the craw fish...steam until the gray of the flesh turns a brilliant white....remove them from the basket and place them in a medium sized bowl...Add a spoonful of bosk butter...a dash of tahari spices, a dash of red salt...and a dash of crushed pepper...and toss well until all the butter is melted
Take a clean plate and add 3 or 4 crispy slices of eel...2 plump craw fish...and a large spoonful each of crispy peas and steamy rice...Add to the plate a thick slice of black bread...some bosk butter...and garnish with a sprig of fragrant thyme
10/8/20 The Main Room
[11:08a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ dreamer entered the dark Main Room of the Citadel...slightly cool it's scent making known the burned out coal of the fireplace and the cool tiled floors...she shuddered as she put her bag down that had been filled with oils and a cleaning solution...today the lil bond decided that the Main Room needed a good clean up
[11:11a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ she put her blanket on lest she freeze her found bottom...as she poured some oil upon the torches...elegantly yet hastily she made her way to the hearth...removing the ashes and scooping them into a near by bucket...once she had put the chopped wood into the hearth she began to make the fire...blowing it as it slowly grew...once or twice wrinkling her nose in a sneeze
[11:13a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ she rubbed her hands together as the Room began to heat up...taking some fire careful not to burn down the home she lit the torches one by one...illuminating the room...then proceeded into the back room taking up a bucket and filling it with water...after which she added her cleaning solution in now beginning to wipe down the tables...there had been a silent echo of every movement dreamer made...moving about on every table she then wiped down the benches thoroughly
[11:16a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ the rowdy behavior that can occur on the Main Room nights can sometimes be reflected upon the tables and benches...and dreamer laughed to herself as she saw a faded footprint on the table oO(aye) she thought to herself oO(surely one of the girls had been dancing upon this table to the pleasure of some lucky Free Man) she grinned to herself as she scrubbed away the evidence of lustful nights...once the tables and the benches had been cleaned she swept and then scrubbed the floors
[11:20a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ the peacefulness of the Room had allowed her to gather thoughts and plan her evening ahead the girl then gathered the fur rugs and brought them outside...beating them one by one with the old broom stick...once they had been replaced neatly in the Hall...she threw out the dirty water and replace the bucket into the back room...she kept the doors open for about 5 ehn to allow some fresh breeze to flow in...after which closing the doors and proceeding to the fires to heat up some mead and Black wine
[11:22a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ her Master would be back soon after his mid morning meeting...once she filled two pots one with mead and the other with Black wine...she placed them upon the dancing flames to be heated up in the Kitchen area...she then knelt by the fire as the beverages warmed up...as she knelt there observing them...she pulled out her back pack left by the fires within with in was the Guard at the Doors' ripped shirt and some sewing supplies...there she began to mend the holes as she kept an eye on the warming pots
[11:11a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ she put her blanket on lest she freeze her found bottom...as she poured some oil upon the torches...elegantly yet hastily she made her way to the hearth...removing the ashes and scooping them into a near by bucket...once she had put the chopped wood into the hearth she began to make the fire...blowing it as it slowly grew...once or twice wrinkling her nose in a sneeze
[11:13a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ she rubbed her hands together as the Room began to heat up...taking some fire careful not to burn down the home she lit the torches one by one...illuminating the room...then proceeded into the back room taking up a bucket and filling it with water...after which she added her cleaning solution in now beginning to wipe down the tables...there had been a silent echo of every movement dreamer made...moving about on every table she then wiped down the benches thoroughly
[11:16a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ the rowdy behavior that can occur on the Main Room nights can sometimes be reflected upon the tables and benches...and dreamer laughed to herself as she saw a faded footprint on the table oO(aye) she thought to herself oO(surely one of the girls had been dancing upon this table to the pleasure of some lucky Free Man) she grinned to herself as she scrubbed away the evidence of lustful nights...once the tables and the benches had been cleaned she swept and then scrubbed the floors
[11:20a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ the peacefulness of the Room had allowed her to gather thoughts and plan her evening ahead the girl then gathered the fur rugs and brought them outside...beating them one by one with the old broom stick...once they had been replaced neatly in the Hall...she threw out the dirty water and replace the bucket into the back room...she kept the doors open for about 5 ehn to allow some fresh breeze to flow in...after which closing the doors and proceeding to the fires to heat up some mead and Black wine
[11:22a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ her Master would be back soon after his mid morning meeting...once she filled two pots one with mead and the other with Black wine...she placed them upon the dancing flames to be heated up in the Kitchen area...she then knelt by the fire as the beverages warmed up...as she knelt there observing them...she pulled out her back pack left by the fires within with in was the Guard at the Doors' ripped shirt and some sewing supplies...there she began to mend the holes as she kept an eye on the warming pots
10/8/20 Lunch
[11:34a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ dreamer sitting in the Kitchen eating her breakfast thumbs through a cook book found a recipe she wanted to try out for Lunch today...she followed the instructions to a tee...then she serves her Master when he gets home from business in town...the receipe is as follows
[11:35a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ : Breaded Eel w/Steamed Crawfish...Creamy Sul...Crispy Green Peas Rence Rice...Black Bread Tospit Pie a Paga Cocktail
Fill a pot with 3 mugs of water and one small tef of white salt and place i er high heat and bring it to a boil. When boiling add 3 mugs of rence rice to the rolling water and move the pan to lower heat to simmer and cook
Clean the eels well...cut them in pieces two inches long...wash and wipe them dry...In a small bowl mix together 1 full head of garlic and 1 small onion minced very fine, 3 tefs of ground golden
Sa-tarna flour, 1 spoon of red salt...2 spoons of crushed black pepper, and a spoonful of fresh thyme...In another bowl pour 2 mugs of fresh bosk milk. Dip the eel slice in first in the bosk milk and then in the sa-tarna flour
In a shallow skillet heat slowly 2 mugs of palm oil...when hot carefully place the slices of breaded eel into the oil (oil is hot and may spit, so be careful)
Watch the slices carefully...and turn when the bubbles in the oil slow to a simmer...Take a clean plate and lay a sheet of rence cloth on it....when the eel is browned all over and thoroughly done...remove the slices from the oil and place them on the cloth to drain and cool slightly
While the eel cools...place 2 pots of water over the high heat and bring to a boil...to the first add 2 tefs of fresh pea pods to the hot water and cook for 3 ehn until the color of the pods turns a bright, vibrant green...Remove them from the hot water and place them in a bowl of cold water to stop them from cooking further
In the second place the steaming basket and add the craw fish...steam until the gray of the flesh turns a brilliant white....remove them from the basket and place them in a medium sized bowl...Add a spoonful of bosk butter...a dash of tahari spices, a dash of red salt...and a dash of crushed pepper...and toss well until all the butter is melted
Take a clean plate and add 3 or 4 crispy slices of eel...2 plump craw fish...and a large spoonful each of crispy peas and steamy rice...Add to the plate a thick slice of black bread...some bosk butter...and garnish with a sprig of fragrant thyme
[11:35a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ : Breaded Eel w/Steamed Crawfish...Creamy Sul...Crispy Green Peas Rence Rice...Black Bread Tospit Pie a Paga Cocktail
Fill a pot with 3 mugs of water and one small tef of white salt and place i er high heat and bring it to a boil. When boiling add 3 mugs of rence rice to the rolling water and move the pan to lower heat to simmer and cook
Clean the eels well...cut them in pieces two inches long...wash and wipe them dry...In a small bowl mix together 1 full head of garlic and 1 small onion minced very fine, 3 tefs of ground golden
Sa-tarna flour, 1 spoon of red salt...2 spoons of crushed black pepper, and a spoonful of fresh thyme...In another bowl pour 2 mugs of fresh bosk milk. Dip the eel slice in first in the bosk milk and then in the sa-tarna flour
In a shallow skillet heat slowly 2 mugs of palm oil...when hot carefully place the slices of breaded eel into the oil (oil is hot and may spit, so be careful)
Watch the slices carefully...and turn when the bubbles in the oil slow to a simmer...Take a clean plate and lay a sheet of rence cloth on it....when the eel is browned all over and thoroughly done...remove the slices from the oil and place them on the cloth to drain and cool slightly
While the eel cools...place 2 pots of water over the high heat and bring to a boil...to the first add 2 tefs of fresh pea pods to the hot water and cook for 3 ehn until the color of the pods turns a bright, vibrant green...Remove them from the hot water and place them in a bowl of cold water to stop them from cooking further
In the second place the steaming basket and add the craw fish...steam until the gray of the flesh turns a brilliant white....remove them from the basket and place them in a medium sized bowl...Add a spoonful of bosk butter...a dash of tahari spices, a dash of red salt...and a dash of crushed pepper...and toss well until all the butter is melted
Take a clean plate and add 3 or 4 crispy slices of eel...2 plump craw fish...and a large spoonful each of crispy peas and steamy rice...Add to the plate a thick slice of black bread...some bosk butter...and garnish with a sprig of fragrant thyme
10/8/20 The Main Room
[1[1:08a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ dreamer entered the dark Main Room of the Citadel...slightly cool it's scent making known the burned out coal of the fireplace and the cool tiled floors...she shuddered as she put her bag down that had been filled with oils and a cleaning solution...today the lil bond decided that the Main Room needed a good clean up
[11:11a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ she put her blanket on lest she freeze her found bottom...as she poured some oil upon the torches...elegantly yet hastily she made her way to the hearth...removing the ashes and scooping them into a near by bucket...once she had put the chopped wood into the hearth she began to make the fire...blowing it as it slowly grew...once or twice wrinkling her nose in a sneeze
[11:13a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ she rubbed her hands together as the Room began to heat up...taking some fire careful not to burn down the home she lit the torches one by one...illuminating the room...then proceeded into the back room taking up a bucket and filling it with water...after which she added her cleaning solution in now beginning to wipe down the tables...there had been a silent echo of every movement dreamer made...moving about on every table she then wiped down the benches thoroughly
[11:16a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ the rowdy behavior that can occur on the Main Room nights can sometimes be reflected upon the tables and benches...and dreamer laughed to herself as she saw a faded footprint on the table oO(aye) she thought to herself oO(surely one of the girls had been dancing upon this table to the pleasure of some lucky Free Man) she grinned to herself as she scrubbed away the evidence of lustful nights...once the tables and the benches had been cleaned she swept and then scrubbed the floors
[11:20a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ the peacefulness of the Room had allowed her to gather thoughts and plan her evening ahead the girl then gathered the fur rugs and brought them outside...beating them one by one with the old broom stick...once they had been replaced neatly in the Hall...she threw out the dirty water and replace the bucket into the back room...she kept the doors open for about 5 ehn to allow some fresh breeze to flow in...after which closing the doors and proceeding to the fires to heat up some mead and Black wine
[11:22a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ her Master would be back soon after his mid morning meeting...once she filled two pots one with mead and the other with Black wine...she placed them upon the dancing flames to be heated up in the Kitchen area...she then knelt by the fire as the beverages warmed up...as she knelt there observing them...she pulled out her back pack left by the fires within with in was the Guard at the Doors' ripped shirt and some sewing supplies...there she began to mend the holes as she kept an eye on the warming pots
[11:11a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ she put her blanket on lest she freeze her found bottom...as she poured some oil upon the torches...elegantly yet hastily she made her way to the hearth...removing the ashes and scooping them into a near by bucket...once she had put the chopped wood into the hearth she began to make the fire...blowing it as it slowly grew...once or twice wrinkling her nose in a sneeze
[11:13a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ she rubbed her hands together as the Room began to heat up...taking some fire careful not to burn down the home she lit the torches one by one...illuminating the room...then proceeded into the back room taking up a bucket and filling it with water...after which she added her cleaning solution in now beginning to wipe down the tables...there had been a silent echo of every movement dreamer made...moving about on every table she then wiped down the benches thoroughly
[11:16a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ the rowdy behavior that can occur on the Main Room nights can sometimes be reflected upon the tables and benches...and dreamer laughed to herself as she saw a faded footprint on the table oO(aye) she thought to herself oO(surely one of the girls had been dancing upon this table to the pleasure of some lucky Free Man) she grinned to herself as she scrubbed away the evidence of lustful nights...once the tables and the benches had been cleaned she swept and then scrubbed the floors
[11:20a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ the peacefulness of the Room had allowed her to gather thoughts and plan her evening ahead the girl then gathered the fur rugs and brought them outside...beating them one by one with the old broom stick...once they had been replaced neatly in the Hall...she threw out the dirty water and replace the bucket into the back room...she kept the doors open for about 5 ehn to allow some fresh breeze to flow in...after which closing the doors and proceeding to the fires to heat up some mead and Black wine
[11:22a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ her Master would be back soon after his mid morning meeting...once she filled two pots one with mead and the other with Black wine...she placed them upon the dancing flames to be heated up in the Kitchen area...she then knelt by the fire as the beverages warmed up...as she knelt there observing them...she pulled out her back pack left by the fires within with in was the Guard at the Doors' ripped shirt and some sewing supplies...there she began to mend the holes as she kept an eye on the warming pots
10/7/20 Taken care of jima(NPC)
[12:06p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ dreamer came from the woods where she had been picking Larmas for the next batch of mead....seeing her Master and Free Men by the fire barrel...she bounces happily to them offering both a fruit from her basket...the Used Kaiila Merchant accepted the fruit with a smile...dreamer turns to her Master her happy mood sours as she sees the look on his face
[12:08p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ BASHIR>>“When you complete your chores...remove the beast from the pole and tend to her wounds...once done...secure her in the Vulo Barn...that will be her home now make sure the girl behaves or believe me...you will be punished for every infraction you look after the girl” he gruffs at her
[12:10p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ dreamer nearly drops the basket of fruit at his words...her mouth open in shock....slowly she turns to the post standing outside the Citadel gasping in horror...she sees the beaten bloody form of jima(NPC) hanging limply on the post...tears spring to her eyes and she looks back wanting to question her Master but daring not “ye…yes, my Master” she stammers
[12:13p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ trying to remain calm she sets the Larma basket down and moves to the post....incapable of holding back the tears...she lets them roll down her cheeks as she struggles with trembling hands to untie the restraints holding the battered slave
[12:16p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ cursing under her breath at the tightness of the restraints she finally manages to loosen them enough and gathers jima in her arms and lowers her to the ground...the little slave groggy eyes flutter open and immediate winch with pain “i am sorry jima” she whispers “lets get you to the baths and get these wounds clean”
[12:18p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ she helps the struggling girl to her feet and practically carries her to the bath not looking back at her Master or the Merchant for fear that they would both see the anger on her face...in the bath dreamer fills the tub with lukewarm water while jima lays still on the fur rug
[12:20p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ once satisfied with the temperature...she lowers the girl carefully and slowly into the tub wincing herself every time jima winced she stripped off her own clothing and got into the bath with her grabbing a clean rep cloth...she slowly begin wiping her body starting with the places that the wound were not to get the sweat and grime from her body then slowly and carefully begin to gently clean the wounds
[12:23p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ several times jima cried out as the warm water stung deep wounds...after a bit...when jima seemed more cognitive...dreamer wiped tears from her face and spoke low and gentle to her “my Master wishes you to be chained in the Vulo Barn” she said...jima just numbly nodded her head
[12:25p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ "i am not sure what you did to incur his wrath but it seems you are lucky to be alive it seems i have never seen him like this” she continued to gently clean her wounds the moved behind her to wash the sweat and dirt from her hair dreamer warred with herself over the whole ordeal...she really was happy with how things had been and really did not want the responsibility of making sure the rest of the girls behaved
[12:27p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ after all the Mwechant had a pack of little barbarians she really was happy with how things had been and really did not want the responsibility of making sure the rest of the girls behaved...the fact that jima...shes the best trained of them all was sitting before her in a bath of bloody water struck true fear into her heart at how well she could control ANY of his slaves...she helped her out of the tub once she had cleaned her as well as she could and let her air dry so as not to have the rough towel touch her wounds
[12:31p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ "let’s get you to the Small Treatment Room so that the Mistress Sascha can bandage those up” she walked slowly beside jima to the Room and helped her onto the table where the Mistress worked on applying healing salve and bandaging her body...of course the Mistress wanted to talk about it which dreamer truly did not want to hear but she listened to her speak and to her instructions anyway
[12:34p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ somehow it did not surprise dreamer that it was jima’s flippant mouth that had gotten her in trouble...there were times that dreamer thought the words choked in the Mistress throat and she would turn and wipe her face before continuing she did not want jima in the Vulo Barn but her Master was not going to be argued with on this point...once done dreamer helped jima out of the Room thanking Mistress Sascha
[12:36p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ Mistress had given her valerian tea to help jima sleep and it was already making her groggy....dreamer she led her to the Vulo Barn...spread a Verr fur out on the hay floor and secured the battered slave to the slave ring set in the wall there with a sigh
[12:39p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ as she was turning to leave “rest as you can jima” she said “yes dreamer girl in charge” jima replied...dreamer winced as if she had been slapped wheeled around feeling like the comment had been sarcastic and condescending....it was not SHE that brought this change about...her angry retort died in her throat though as she saw the girl settle down on fur and fall fast asleep...dreamer decided to stay a bit and knelt beside her and wept
10/7/20 Cleaning Chambers-Guest Room-Lunch
~~after hauling this mornings water to the Supply Shed...i go into the Kitchen and fixes my self a bowl of the slave gruel that is so yummy (yeah right) adding some honey then a heel of toast with butter and a small glass of Verr milk...eating quickly for today is Laundry Day and the Laundry wench is looking mighty angry for us girls have not brought her any linens as of yet
~~i hurry up and eat and i pour just a little milk in the bowl placuing it on the floor and tells samiam to hurry we got things to do ..he laps at the milk then starts licking his fur very content...i wash up my dishes and i shoo samiam out to play..going in the Laundry Room gathering 3 sets of bedding...broom...dustpan...bag for trash...and some rep cloths and a damp mop
~~setting all upon a little cart and wheels it down the Hall to the Chambers of the Free and Guest Room...knowing my Master is awake now since i saw him eating his Breakfast while was i was hauling water with the Healor...i enter my Masters Chambers strips the bedding and samiams bed and tosses the bedding in the Hall
~~i move down the Hall to Mistress Saschas Room peeks in seeing she is away...i still see the Coat i made her sitting rifght where i put it...i rid her bedding from the bed and add them to the pile in the Hall...i slip to the Guest Room where the visiting Mistress is residinfg while she is here...peeking also in her Room seeing she is away also
~~taking the bedding from her bed and piles it with the rest...i put all of the dirty bedding in the bag and i pull it by its string to the Laundry Room where the wench smiles and tells me "about time" i just smile at her and goes about my business
~~entering my Masters Chambers again...i draw the curtains open and pushes the window open the morning air is so refreshing and the birds seem to chip their hellos and good morning to me...i laugh then gets back to the task at hand...i am happy i keep my Masters Chambers clean for it makes for a easy clean on Laundry Day...i go about dusting
~~the fire is still good till this evening so i do not touch it...i line up my Masters boots along the wall by the closet i hang up his robes and a few shirts...i grab the broom and sweeps it across the tile floor making sure the floor is clean...i feed the dustpan tossing the dust into the fire watching it spark...i then grab a bedding bundle and makes up the bed
~~pulling tight the sheets and fluffing the pillows and the duvet spread just so and folded down for easy access Ii place the little fur on samiams little bed...looking about it is time for the damp mop which makes the floor look great...i wish the floors would keep the sheen while it is wet...backing out the Chambers and closing the door and lets the breeze and sun dry the floor
~~pushing cart to Mistress Saschas Chambers...goes in and pulls the curtains and open window the smell of fresh hay being cut fills the room...her fire has not been touch and is still stocked till needed...running a rep cloth over the furniture then sweeping the floor feeding the dust pan...taking the bedding and dresses her bed so sweetly
~~a damp mop and a closing of the Chambers door allows me to head to the Guest Room...walking inside opens blinds and opens window...the sounds of the Barn Yard fill the room with songs from the animals...i grin as they are in harmony with the birds...i go around dusting then sweeping...making up the bed...lastly the mopping...closes the door behind me
~~hauls the supplies back to the Laundry Room empties the trash returns the broom and the dustpan and the cart parked in the far corner...takes the mop and rinses it out masking sure no dirt is in its fingers...then sets it by the hearth upside down to dry for the next use...Lunch is about to be served oO(where does time go to i just woke up it seems) she thinks
~~she takes to the Bathroom to bathe and clean up making herself look beautiful and clean to her Master as she serves him his Lunch...into the Kitchen she grasps up a tray and stands in line with the other girls who are serving the Patrons...when it is my turn i choose i get a double tarsk bacon sandwich a little bowl of fruit and a goblet of sweet ice tea
~~i take the plate into the Main Room where my Master is talking with some Guards and a Merchant...a stern look is on his face...i dare not ask what is wrong i just stay quite and i serve my Master his Lunch placing the plate and Goblet before him...then i lower to a kneel thighs of silk part hands laying upwards on them in offering i stay quite but ready if needed
10/7/20 Hauling water
[9:39a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ yawning as she comes awake fully eyes opening and blinking in the dim light of the dawning day pulls her self out from under her Masters furs...rubbing at the small aches from the the ground digging into tender flesh
[09:39a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ straightens up the furs smiling as my fingers caress the softness of them knowing it is his will that keeps her warm at night she covers him up while he still sleeps steps out side stretches her lithe body arching as she lets out a noisy little groan...laughing softly when she catches an Outrider's eyes...knowing those very eyes are caressing her body
[09:39a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ glancing about...she sees a long stick with water skins beside it with loops for making carrying them easier as they are big...knowing that she is stronger than what she appears to be...she picks up the skins and the pole and go off to the Waters Edge...smiling and humming to herself as she dances across the ground...her body moving to the music in her head...the sounds light and airy and happy
[09:40a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ finally getting to the water...she kneels down with the first skin...and fills it...being very careful as she does so...sits the skin on its bottom...thinking to ask later oO(how the skin stays flat on the bottom so that it sits upright) while she fill the other....she gets them all full then carefully put the stick between them...and then stands
[09:40a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ lifting with her legs so that the stick is balanced across her shoulders... small but sturdy...she makes her way carefully back to the Citadel...not spilling so much as a drop...the easy...graceful gait not even sloshing the water
[09:40a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ winks to the Outrider who still is eyeing her up with a little grin on his lips...his eyes widen when he notices at the heavy load she is carrying....she hears him say under his breath about her size...and she calls out archly to him "hey i may be small Master but i am strong! i can pull my own weight" and she intend to prove it! with that...she blows him a kiss and continues back to the Citadel
[09:41a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ looking around and locating the proper storage containers in the Supply Shed she carefully fills the containers with the water humming softly to herself as she does...then replace the skins and stick to their proper place...dusting her hands off and smiling to herself
10/6/20 Tobacco pouch formy Master--Research
[11:21a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ seeing that Gor is designated non smoking she sets out to find what one can use to make tobacco...going to the Libary shelfs and taking down scrolls...and looking thru them knowing she seen something...you would think some dried Kanda would be good with the tobacco once crushed could be used to give it that extra spunk but no that was not it for the Kanda plant...the roots of which...oddly enough...when ground and dried...constitute an extremely deadly poison
[11:22a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ letting her fingers do the walking down the pages of scrolls she come across what she was looking for
TUR-PAH: "reddish Tur tree...about which curled its assemblage of tur-pah...a vine like tree parasite with curled...scarlet...ovate leaves...rather lovely to look upon...the leaves of the tur-pah...incidentally are edible and figure in certain Gorean dishes...such as sullage...a kind of soup…"
Nomads of Gor, p. 217
"...I found a needle; I smelled it; it was smeared with kanda, a deadly toxin..."
Book 10, Tribesmen of Gor, page 132
"It was a throwing knife, of a sort used in Ar, much smaller than the southern quiva, and tapered on only one side. It was a knife designed for killing. Mixed with the blood and fluids of the body there was a smear of white at the end of the steel, the softened residue of a glaze of kanda paste, now melted by body heat, which had coated the tip of the blade. On the hilt of the dagger, curling about it, was the legend, 'I have sought him. I have found him.' It was a killing knife. 'The Caste of Assassins?' I had asked. 'Unlikely,' had said the Older Tarl, 'for Assassins are commonly too proud for poison.' "
Book 5, Assassin of Gor, page 4
Kanda Flowers Dina Flaminium Rence Talender Tor Shrub Veminium White Lirillium Tree Flower Cacao Fan Flahdah Hogarthe Ka-la-na Needle Tree Palm Tree Tem Tur The Nest Sim Plant A shrub of the Gorean desert; a lethal poison can be extracted from its roots, while chewing the leaves has an addictive narcotic. Roots are ground and dried to make the poison. Leaves are formed into strings and chewed or sucked on. It is favored by many Goreans, mostly in the southern areas where it grows in abundance.
"On the twentieth day of the siege there was great rejoicing in the camp of Pa-Kur, because in one place the wires had been cut and a squad of spearmen had reached the main siege reservoir, emptying their barrels of toxic kanda, a lethal poison extracted from one of Gor's desert shrubs."
Book 1, Tarnsman of Gor, page 179
KAL-DA: Kal-da : A beverage, served hot from copper kettles, of inexpensive red Ka-la-na wine to which slices and juices of fruits, such as tospit and larma, and mulling spices such as nutmeg and cinnamon, are added. It is served in the fashion of the Sangria of Urth, with pieces of the fruits and spices floating on top of the liquid. Kalda may be less expensive than other alcoholic options. The spices and combination of fruits vary. But make no mistake: Kalda is a Warrior's drink, not suited to the tongue of a Merchant or Scribe. It recalls the victory of Tharna of Warriors over their captors, the masked Mistresses, and should therefore always be served only in a silver goblet (to harken back to the melting of the silver masks into collars.) Be prepared to serve Kalda in great quantities to a Warrior in such a reminiscent mood!
(Outlaw of Gor pg 76)
[11:33a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ she thinks yes this will work great she could soak the Tur-Pah in some Kalda let it dry to give it a little kick...she heads to the Supply Shed and grabs a small basket and glides down the path to the Waters Edge...she stops along the way to rest some she had not been feeling well here lately ever since the dead fish smell..but wanted to make this tobacco for her Masters pipe...what a wonderful day the sun now glistening high in the sky she continues down the path
[11:35a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ she hits that one branch that is always sticking out glad that she is in her doe skin outfit...or that would of left a mark as she walks along the path to the Waters Edge she sees lots of wildlife knowing fall is soon in the air...she walks along the banks of the water and then slips in the mud...BOOM!!! THUD!!
[11:35a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ that sound should of been heard all around GOR she picks her self up then begins to start picking the leaves the pretty reddish colored ones....and fills her basket full....then heads her muddy sassy ass back to the Citadel
[11:37a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ she lays the leaves out to dry on a big flat grey rock in the Garden so she can smash them into tobacco she crumples them up some then she puts the leaves in a bowl of Kalda so the Tur-Pah can soak...after about an ahn she takes the leaves out and places it on the big grey rock to dry in the sun...now she knows she must find a suitable pouch for her Master knowing she will come up with something...no doubt
[11:39a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ she dashes off to the Supply Shed with the handy dandy supply basket...rummaging thru the shelves till she finds what she needs a piece of strong leather cutting stone and other supplies gathering them all i hurry to grab samiam bending low to attach samiam leash smiling as he scoots up my arm nestling at my neck and off we go to the Waters Edge to his favorite spot...setting samiam loose to play can hear the tinkle of the little bell as he trots off
[11:41a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ turns attention to the basket as she takes out the piece of leather laying it flat searching through the basket she finds her paints...quick fingers paint a design of a kaiila then quickly braiding some ribbons setting them aside for a moment...taking the cutting stone she makes holes to thread the ribbons through
[11:43a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ then threads the ribbons thru the holes and ties off ends pulling on the strings to be sure they hold tight checking it closely dews a button on so the pouch can keep closed when not in use now that it is done...she whistles for samiam
[11:44a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ cuddling samiam to her neck she rushes back to the Supply Shed putting her supplies away...removes the leash from samiam and lets him go play in the Garden prays that her Master will enjoy his new pouch
[11:46a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ seeing that the leaves have dried thankful the center fire helped in the process...takes a bucket she sets it aside then starts to pulverize the leaves with a rock crushing the leaves in fine enough to roll or in this case to place in her Masters pipe...she places the crushed leaves in a bowl and then sprinkle them with a bit more of kalda so it may soak into the leaves...then she will put it in the little tobacco pouch she made
[11:46a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ : whewww this stuff is potent
[11:46a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ she says as it making her a little high...she rushes off...to clean her muddy ass up so she will be fresh and lavender scented for when her Master returns...just the way he likes her....as she finishes she rushes to finish her task
[11:48a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ she crumbles the Kalda soaked dry leaves some more and takes the pouch and fills it full now her Master will have plenty of tobacco...takes up the pretty bag in her dainty hands and takes the bag sitting it beside his chair getting his pipe out and tools to clean it laying it beside the pouch so when Master returns he can have a great smoke when relaxing.....she smiles to herself she twirls away happy as a clam
10/5/20 Dinner for my Master--Coat for Mistress Sascha
[02:33p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ after the soak in the Hot tub dreamer goers into the Kitchen all ready to serve her Master his Dinner she plucks a tray and utensils and a shallow bowl of Berry Katch Salad puts 2 butter garlic toast upon a little plate...then in a deep bowl Pasta with one big Bosk Meat Ball then a Frozen Berry Cocktail to wash it down for Desert: Mini Berry 3 Layer Cake
[02:34p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ after Dinner he Master goes down to the Docks and she goes and enters the Supply Shed she gathered a basket containing thread and sewing bones...peering to the tanned hides...soft hands moving over each she selected the black Bosk hide and pulled it from the shelf...next she looked at several Larl furs that laid upon the shelf
[02:34p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ bright blue eyes darted from the Bosk hide to the Larl fur more than once...finally she decided to line the coat with the black fur...smiling as she thought of the One who would be wearing this coat
[02:35p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ a cutting tool from the shelf...sticking it into the basket she gathered the fur and hide and hooked the basket over her arm before moving from the Shed...and entered the Main Room her laying out the hide and furs by the Hearth
[02:35p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ pulling a pattern from the basket...laying it upon the hide she began cutting...the Guard at the Door watched her...moving the tool carefully through the hide humming softly to herself she cut out the front...back and sleeves to the coat
[02:35p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ listening to the chatter of the Guard talking to the other Guard working steadily about the Home she kept to herself...her thoughts on the events of this morning oO(those icky fish) as she laid the pattern on the Larl fur...smoothing it over with her hand she then cut out the lining
[02:36p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ gathering the leather and the lining she picked up the basket and stepped to the fires sitting by its warm flames....pinning the pieces together she began to stitch...first putting together the leather then the fur
[02:36p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ pinning the fur and the leather together...taking much care with perfect even stitches she sews the two together...holding up the finished coat she adds several ties and holds the coat up
[02:36p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ smiling to herself she quickly yet neatly stitches a scripted COP upon the right side...giggling softly...she slips the coat on...loving the way the fur felt against her flesh knowing that Mistress Sascha would be kept warm when wearing her new coat
[02:37p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ hanging the coat over a chair she gathered up the scraps of leather and fur and the sewing basket and carried them all back to the Supply Shed...storing them in the proper places before moving back outside then back to the Main Room
[02:37p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ taking the coat from the chair...holding it against her belly the scent of the leather tantalizing as she made her way through the Main Room and up the Hall way to Mistress Saschas Chambers
[02:37p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ nearing Mistress Saschas Chambers...her gait slowed a bit...knocking gently on the outside of the door...she called out...her voice soft and sweet
[02:38p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ : Mistress....are you here? it's dreamer Mistress
[02:38p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ hearing no response she opens the door slowly and lays the coat near the doorway so she'd see it upon her return quickly she hurried away...making her way back to the Main Room smiling from ear to ear adds a log to the fire before kenneling before it waiting...just knowing my Master will like what i made Mistress Sascha
[02:34p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ bright blue eyes darted from the Bosk hide to the Larl fur more than once...finally she decided to line the coat with the black fur...smiling as she thought of the One who would be wearing this coat
[02:35p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ a cutting tool from the shelf...sticking it into the basket she gathered the fur and hide and hooked the basket over her arm before moving from the Shed...and entered the Main Room her laying out the hide and furs by the Hearth
[02:35p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ pulling a pattern from the basket...laying it upon the hide she began cutting...the Guard at the Door watched her...moving the tool carefully through the hide humming softly to herself she cut out the front...back and sleeves to the coat
[02:35p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ listening to the chatter of the Guard talking to the other Guard working steadily about the Home she kept to herself...her thoughts on the events of this morning oO(those icky fish) as she laid the pattern on the Larl fur...smoothing it over with her hand she then cut out the lining
[02:36p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ gathering the leather and the lining she picked up the basket and stepped to the fires sitting by its warm flames....pinning the pieces together she began to stitch...first putting together the leather then the fur
[02:36p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ pinning the fur and the leather together...taking much care with perfect even stitches she sews the two together...holding up the finished coat she adds several ties and holds the coat up
[02:36p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ smiling to herself she quickly yet neatly stitches a scripted COP upon the right side...giggling softly...she slips the coat on...loving the way the fur felt against her flesh knowing that Mistress Sascha would be kept warm when wearing her new coat
[02:37p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ hanging the coat over a chair she gathered up the scraps of leather and fur and the sewing basket and carried them all back to the Supply Shed...storing them in the proper places before moving back outside then back to the Main Room
[02:37p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ taking the coat from the chair...holding it against her belly the scent of the leather tantalizing as she made her way through the Main Room and up the Hall way to Mistress Saschas Chambers
[02:37p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ nearing Mistress Saschas Chambers...her gait slowed a bit...knocking gently on the outside of the door...she called out...her voice soft and sweet
[02:38p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ : Mistress....are you here? it's dreamer Mistress
[02:38p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ hearing no response she opens the door slowly and lays the coat near the doorway so she'd see it upon her return quickly she hurried away...making her way back to the Main Room smiling from ear to ear adds a log to the fire before kenneling before it waiting...just knowing my Master will like what i made Mistress Sascha
10/5/20Dead fish for fertilizer
[10:24a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ her Master and her was in the Garden talking and they both smelled a horrible stench coming from the river...they went for a walk to the banks of the river and they saw the remains of HUNDREDS of dead fish he says to dreamer
[10:25a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ : BASHIR>>Gather up the dead fish and grind them into fertilizer pet put them in the new garden plot
[10:26a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ she answers
[10:26a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ : yes Master
[10:26a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ she watches her Master as he walks away...once he was far enough to where he would not hear her she utters
[10:26a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ : UCK!!!!!
[10:27a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ and gives a shiver of disgust at the smell and the look of the dead fish resting at the bank of the river
[10:28a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ thinking of the oO(fastest way to get this done without vomiting) as the smell is attacking her nostrils with full force...she runs into the Homes Kitchen to grab the largest knife she can find and then heads out the door looking on the ground searching for a piece of wood
[10:30a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ finding what she needs she returns to the banks of the river unsure that going to get the knife was the best plan...because returning to the smell of the dead fish seems to have intensified while she was away near cleaner air
[10:32a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ ~setting the knife and wood down on the ground close to her and inching closer to the bank of the river...dreamer feels the dirty under her feet begin to turn to mud as she came closer to the water and she makes sure that each step is carefully placed so that she does not fall into the river
[10:35a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ bending to gather the first hand full of fish she screams in revulsion and drops the fish back in the water as the feel of the fishes slippery scaled flesh touches her palms...wanting to turn and run from this duty the lil bond knows that is not an option and swallows her nerves to get the task complete...bending to grab the fish again...she shrieks low and continually until she places the fish on the piece of wood
[10:37a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ holding the fish in place with her left hand and the knife firm in her left hand turns her head away and begins to cut at the fish...cringing as she hits bone at certain spots and gagging as the smells of the insides of the fish mix with the already putrid smell surrounding her
[10:39a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ carrying the wood with the now cut fish on it she walks into the Garden...lowers to her knees and begins to dig her fingers into the soil...making small holes and burying the fish beneath the soil in the fresh turned plot not looking forward to making a day of this...dreamer decides to try to do the job a little faster
[10:42a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ setting the wood down as she returns to the river and taking larger and more sure steps as she nears the water...however...mud not being the most stable foundation...she slips as she takes her next step and falls into the water just saving her head from going under
[10:44a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ the feeling of the cool water has no effect on her...but the dead fish bobbing against her body does and she lets a loud horrified scream climbing out the water as fast as possible breathing heavily and fighting back tears...dreamer decides to follow her first plan
[10:46a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ taking her time to gather the fish...cut them...carry them to the Garden...and bury them in the soil...she works steadily until every last fish has been fished from the bank and buried...tired and aching she heads to the Kitchen places the knife in the sink...then heads to the Hot Springs to soak the stench off her before serving her Master Dinner
[10:25a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ : BASHIR>>Gather up the dead fish and grind them into fertilizer pet put them in the new garden plot
[10:26a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ she answers
[10:26a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ : yes Master
[10:26a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ she watches her Master as he walks away...once he was far enough to where he would not hear her she utters
[10:26a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ : UCK!!!!!
[10:27a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ and gives a shiver of disgust at the smell and the look of the dead fish resting at the bank of the river
[10:28a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ thinking of the oO(fastest way to get this done without vomiting) as the smell is attacking her nostrils with full force...she runs into the Homes Kitchen to grab the largest knife she can find and then heads out the door looking on the ground searching for a piece of wood
[10:30a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ finding what she needs she returns to the banks of the river unsure that going to get the knife was the best plan...because returning to the smell of the dead fish seems to have intensified while she was away near cleaner air
[10:32a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ ~setting the knife and wood down on the ground close to her and inching closer to the bank of the river...dreamer feels the dirty under her feet begin to turn to mud as she came closer to the water and she makes sure that each step is carefully placed so that she does not fall into the river
[10:35a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ bending to gather the first hand full of fish she screams in revulsion and drops the fish back in the water as the feel of the fishes slippery scaled flesh touches her palms...wanting to turn and run from this duty the lil bond knows that is not an option and swallows her nerves to get the task complete...bending to grab the fish again...she shrieks low and continually until she places the fish on the piece of wood
[10:37a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ holding the fish in place with her left hand and the knife firm in her left hand turns her head away and begins to cut at the fish...cringing as she hits bone at certain spots and gagging as the smells of the insides of the fish mix with the already putrid smell surrounding her
[10:39a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ carrying the wood with the now cut fish on it she walks into the Garden...lowers to her knees and begins to dig her fingers into the soil...making small holes and burying the fish beneath the soil in the fresh turned plot not looking forward to making a day of this...dreamer decides to try to do the job a little faster
[10:42a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ setting the wood down as she returns to the river and taking larger and more sure steps as she nears the water...however...mud not being the most stable foundation...she slips as she takes her next step and falls into the water just saving her head from going under
[10:44a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ the feeling of the cool water has no effect on her...but the dead fish bobbing against her body does and she lets a loud horrified scream climbing out the water as fast as possible breathing heavily and fighting back tears...dreamer decides to follow her first plan
[10:46a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ taking her time to gather the fish...cut them...carry them to the Garden...and bury them in the soil...she works steadily until every last fish has been fished from the bank and buried...tired and aching she heads to the Kitchen places the knife in the sink...then heads to the Hot Springs to soak the stench off her before serving her Master Dinner
10/4/20 New leathers for my Master
[11:28a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ choosing a roll of leather...light in color and soft to the touch from the Storage Sent...hauls it out and carries it to the work table outback...spreads it out and checks the amount needed for a new pair of pants for her Master...smiling knowing their will be enough and for a possible belt too
[11:30a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ taking out a pattern of rence paper...lays it down over the wide space of leather...pining it down into place...next takes a sharp tipped knife...tooled for the cutting of leather and recently sharpened by the Guards who was watching her after getting permission to use it for her project
[11:32a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ cuts around carefully and leaving room for folds and hems...cuts out some pieces for pockets too...knowing her Master has a habit of hiding chocolate there for us slaves so very much will make 1 pocket deeper thinks oO(method to my madness...tee hee hee)
[11:34a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ the pieces all cut...pins them together then folds them and lays them in a basket...she then cleans up the leather scraps and rolls them together with a white strip of rep cloth...flagging them as scraps to be stored on a shelf for miscellaneous jobs in the Storage Shed
[11:36a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ returns the leather tool to the Guard then gets the sewing kit from the Storage Shed when she puts away the scraps... places it in the basket with the leather and finds some shade against one of the trees pot back the Citadel...looks up seeing jia picking flowers calling out to her saying "hi jia sweet serves good afternoon...she prays you slept peaceful"
[11:37a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ takes out the bone needle and snips off a long length of tea stained thread...slips it through the eye and tugs it out evenly...cuts the ends with the edge of a seashell then knots it...hears jia sweet voice greet her back and smiles to her nodding her head
[11:38a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ lays out over my lap the first leg and stitches up and down swiftly with tiny delicate stitches...strong and sturdy...runs my fingers over the softness of the leather and knowing the feel will be wonderful when she sits on his lap
[11:39a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ next does the same with the other leg...then makes a waistband piece with loops...next needing a button holes along the hips...digs in the sewing basket and finds a carved tem wooden button with a couple of small holes
[11:41a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ sews it into place securely, cant be having my Masters buttons coming off out in public....adds some of the scrap leather as fringe down the legs and side adding some stirps as loop holes for a belt to be threaded thru at the waistband finishes sewing them ties off the thread holding them up she smiles knowing her Master will love them...smiles when she is finished
[11:44a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ she takes the sewing kit back to the Supply Shed...and then folds the pants and places them on her Master's seat in the Main Room...for safe keeping till he finds them when he gets home from his meeting in town..she heads to the Kitchen to check on his Dinner for he will be home soon i wash my hands and checks the roast that is on the spit
Dinner:
Garlic Roast Bosk w/Bosk Dripping Carrots & Gravy
Gorean Potato Salad
Dinner Rolls
DESSERT: Dark Chocolate Ganache
[11:30a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ taking out a pattern of rence paper...lays it down over the wide space of leather...pining it down into place...next takes a sharp tipped knife...tooled for the cutting of leather and recently sharpened by the Guards who was watching her after getting permission to use it for her project
[11:32a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ cuts around carefully and leaving room for folds and hems...cuts out some pieces for pockets too...knowing her Master has a habit of hiding chocolate there for us slaves so very much will make 1 pocket deeper thinks oO(method to my madness...tee hee hee)
[11:34a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ the pieces all cut...pins them together then folds them and lays them in a basket...she then cleans up the leather scraps and rolls them together with a white strip of rep cloth...flagging them as scraps to be stored on a shelf for miscellaneous jobs in the Storage Shed
[11:36a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ returns the leather tool to the Guard then gets the sewing kit from the Storage Shed when she puts away the scraps... places it in the basket with the leather and finds some shade against one of the trees pot back the Citadel...looks up seeing jia picking flowers calling out to her saying "hi jia sweet serves good afternoon...she prays you slept peaceful"
[11:37a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ takes out the bone needle and snips off a long length of tea stained thread...slips it through the eye and tugs it out evenly...cuts the ends with the edge of a seashell then knots it...hears jia sweet voice greet her back and smiles to her nodding her head
[11:38a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ lays out over my lap the first leg and stitches up and down swiftly with tiny delicate stitches...strong and sturdy...runs my fingers over the softness of the leather and knowing the feel will be wonderful when she sits on his lap
[11:39a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ next does the same with the other leg...then makes a waistband piece with loops...next needing a button holes along the hips...digs in the sewing basket and finds a carved tem wooden button with a couple of small holes
[11:41a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ sews it into place securely, cant be having my Masters buttons coming off out in public....adds some of the scrap leather as fringe down the legs and side adding some stirps as loop holes for a belt to be threaded thru at the waistband finishes sewing them ties off the thread holding them up she smiles knowing her Master will love them...smiles when she is finished
[11:44a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ she takes the sewing kit back to the Supply Shed...and then folds the pants and places them on her Master's seat in the Main Room...for safe keeping till he finds them when he gets home from his meeting in town..she heads to the Kitchen to check on his Dinner for he will be home soon i wash my hands and checks the roast that is on the spit
Dinner:
Garlic Roast Bosk w/Bosk Dripping Carrots & Gravy
Gorean Potato Salad
Dinner Rolls
DESSERT: Dark Chocolate Ganache
10/4/20 A lil bond & her wagon serves her Master well
[09:16a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ the softness of her skin still bearing the calmness of sleep as she drifts into the Kitchen and rakes at her mass of wayward curls to bring them to some soft of order...the calm wonderment of deep blue eyes gaze about the magnificent Kitchen tent of her Master as she seeks out a scrap of rence paper and writing tool
[09:18a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ a gentle smile blossoming on near angelic features as she...drifts about the Kitchen scratching symbols of supplies she notes need tending...silken hair drifting over her near nakedness as she turns this way and that...bending and crouching...the flex of muscles awakening her skin as she peeks to sacks...baskets and racks
[09:19a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ finally slipping to the Cold Room...shivering in the caress of nature's chilled breath...nipples aching in the tightened response to the chill...the chill climbing up warm inner thighs as the writing tools scratches whisper onto the paper...backing out...her tight bottom leaning into the counter as the sparkle of escape twinkles in gypsy eyes
[09:21a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ paper in her delicate grip she slips out into the sunlight...standing but a ihn in the upward tip of her face to the sun....a gentle breeze catching her curls in a wispy dance on sun kissed flesh as she moves back inside to the back of the Kitchen taken out the little wagon dragging it tenderly out into the sun...the discarded piece of tethered wood scraps dragged home...washed and oiled and banged into shape...a delicate hand closing on the handle as she gazes about the beautiful yard
[09:24a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ flexing thighs carry her gait forth...her little wagon plodding along obediently...flinging open the door to gaze in on the well stocked shelves of the Storage Shed as the sunlight creeps into the dimmed light...setting to task...moving through the stock to gather and set bottles and sacks to wagon...sa tarna grain...rice...a sack of sul...eight bottles of ka-la-na...looking about around she spots the tins of cherished beans
[09:26a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ gathering one she clutches it close for a ihn and adds it to the wagon...the wagon bursting at the seams as she giggles and turns for the Kitchen storing all where they belong...a warm excitement filling her as she turns back to search for the orchard
[09:28a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ dashing off for the Storage Shed wielding an empty basket...the fluid race of slave muscle through soft breezes flushing her skin to the kiss of the sunlight...handle clutched she spots her destiny and wagon and slave move through the grasses to gather some fruit
[09:30a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ gypsy eyes alive in the scents and color of wild dina...the larma and plum trees rich for the plucking...pit fruit begging to be taken...her height a boon as she climbs into the wagon to s-t-r-e-t-c-h yet higher for plumper treats...the bark scraping her breasts as branches catch her hair...climbing down...clinging to a larma...rolling it gently in her hands as a wistful gaze turns back hoping her Master might come home early from his meeting
[09:32a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ the basket taking on weight...turning for the succulent bushes riding along the border of the trees...dropping to her knees she begins to collect ramberries...sucking at her bottom lip as her mouth begins to water...settling them to the center of her treasured tree fruit...sucking gently at the juice on her fingers as she gazes to the sun to seek out the time
[09:36a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ jumping up she turns for the Waters Edge trickling its calling song on its journey...hefting the basket in a tiny groan the cool rushing water climbing her legs as she drifts into the water and lowers the basket...lowly she twirls the fruit washed in her demand for nothing but sweet perfection...lingering but a ehn as she drags up the basket in a rushing trickle of cool water down belly and thighs gasping in her clutch...returning to the wagon...the fruit ready for my Masters consumption as she turns back for Home
[09:41a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ retrieving her now damp list from the wagon giggling at her folly...stopping at the Storage Shed to gather a satchel of dates and nuts...her curiosity still alive to know the compound of Home as she spots a trap door and hesitates delicate fingers clutch the pull rope she yanks and yelps as a rush of icy breath crashes into her near nakedness squealing with delight the Shed has a Cold Pit dropping the door she breaks into a laugh...shaking her head in a wonder at what she thought might have been stored there
[09:45a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ still looking about...peeking into tins of spice and sugars...her eyes twinkling as she finds the tins of chocolate thinking oO(of her Master closing his mouth on a chocolate dipped ramsberry) heart pounding in the vision...adding the tin to the wagon she grabs a bunch of carrots and turns back for the Kitchen the fruit stored to cool...the nuts dates and chocolate racked escaping yet again...slave and wagon turn for the woods with her egg basket and list
[09:47a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ not particularly enjoying the smelly squawking beasts...slipping into their wild nests feathers tickling her skin as the birds take off...the basket filled with the eggs gazing gently at the ugly birds as she steals their labors as all here serve my Master...backing away...shaking feathers from her hair...turning to the Dairy Shed she gathers the bucket of fresh milk always set daily for gathering
[09:49a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ pulling from the shelf a block of both Verr and Bosk cheese...sniffing at the wrapped pungency...shivering in gratitude that she need not tend the ugly beasts which produce such wonders for my Masters palette as she adds the cheese to wagon and slowly peeks about....knowing it is here somewhere in the Dairy Shed
[09:50a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ her nose curling to not so pleasant scents...spotting what might be it...she moves in the soft grace of her natural sway...dragging the door slowly as a rush of cold grips her in the scents of chilled blood
[09:53a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ eyes wide as she winces at the carcass suspended from its hook...backing away from it as she turns to a shelf to gather a large roast...the cold bloody meat sending a tremor down her spine...even the flesh of beasts such as these exist for the service of such as for her Master laying the roast in rence paper..turning away quickly in the shove of ass to door...dashing to escape as she hears a Bosk gated somewhere nearby
[09:55a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ standing to warm in the sunlight...her delicate hand reaching for the handle of her wagon...turning back for the Kitchen...gypsy eyes fixed on my Masters Home as her empty hand reaches up to gently touch her collar....storing the rest of his treasures...she puts the wagon away...the meat skewed and hung to spit...fuel tossed to flame...turning for the wash basin she gently washes her hands in deep thoughts of her Masters Dinner
9/30/20 Lunch for the Members of Port Olni
~~after preparing Lunch for her Master Mistress Sascha and the 2 City slaves tessa and jia and herself...dreamer she sets the table...then makes sure enough Ale is available along with Ka-la-na and slices of tospit a sweet berry juice for the slaves...she pulls the bread from the oven sets it in the dining room side table in a basket and checks on the meat and vegetables..they are just about ready to be served...she rushes away to make her self pretty for her Master
~~lathering up greatly to wash away the days chores from her body...washing her long sunny locks...using some tospit juice as a rinse...toweling off she walks to her Masters chambers where she had laid out the green garment for this evening...bracelet and a brooch to accent the outfit...slips into some simple shoes exposing her painted toes then the dress she shimmies into and fluffs her hair..
~~to the Kitchen she takes herself taking out the Corn Bosk Roast...and the Korts Suls and Cabbage she makes each plate with enough food for the intake that evening...takes the meal dishes out to the set table...reaches for the basket of bread on the side board...she pours the green tospit juice in little glasses and fetches her Masters Tankard full of Ale and pours a goblet of Ka-la-na for Mistress Sascha with a twist of tospit just the way she likes it
~~just as she adds the green tospis pie.to the table and the final touches she hears the heavy foot falls of her Master and the soft elegant steps of Mistress Sascha and a pitter patter of tessa and jia steps...she greets them then motions to the table so they can partake in this Special Meal with a great big smile
~~lathering up greatly to wash away the days chores from her body...washing her long sunny locks...using some tospit juice as a rinse...toweling off she walks to her Masters chambers where she had laid out the green garment for this evening...bracelet and a brooch to accent the outfit...slips into some simple shoes exposing her painted toes then the dress she shimmies into and fluffs her hair..
~~to the Kitchen she takes herself taking out the Corn Bosk Roast...and the Korts Suls and Cabbage she makes each plate with enough food for the intake that evening...takes the meal dishes out to the set table...reaches for the basket of bread on the side board...she pours the green tospit juice in little glasses and fetches her Masters Tankard full of Ale and pours a goblet of Ka-la-na for Mistress Sascha with a twist of tospit just the way she likes it
~~just as she adds the green tospis pie.to the table and the final touches she hears the heavy foot falls of her Master and the soft elegant steps of Mistress Sascha and a pitter patter of tessa and jia steps...she greets them then motions to the table so they can partake in this Special Meal with a great big smile
9/30/20 Cleaning the Main Room
~~tiny feet pad their way around the Citadel happy that she can be of use to the Establishment and my Master ...as blue hues take in the big room...a smile teases the outline of her soft kissable lips as she ties her hair back with a ribbon humming a tune as she sets out to her chores before the Free Men come back from their morning meeting down at the Docks...her curvaceous hips sway as she gathers the furs into her long arms...
~~the echo of her infectious laughter echoing through the halls as they tumble onto the floor...bending over she feels her kirtle riding a little too high...taking half the rugs across the room and outside...she stops as her finely detailed face kisses the heavens...basking briefly beneath the rays of sunshine...
~~she scurries back into the Main Room gathering the rest of the rugs...once outside she skips across the field fetching a big stick...taking in its form to make sure it is strong enough to beat the dust from the carpets...her tongue darts out as it slowly trails over her lips...leaving them moist and tempting she starts pounding the carpets one by one thud....thuddd echos the stick...clouds of dust dissipating like vapors into the air...
~her sapphire eyes slowly inspect the rugs one by one...satisfied they are nice and fresh she leaves them laying in the fresh air as tiny feet make their way back inside...down the hall to the Kitchen she moves...a mane of blonde curls bouncing from the ribbon with every step...peeks around as she gathers her cleaning things...
~~a pail...brush...rags and cleaning soap...she heads down the path to the spring...hands splashing against the rippling water as she fills her bucket...skips back up the path to the Home...sinking to her knees as she crawls around the Main Room...scrubbing the Frees pillows...one by one she she scrubs then takes it outside laying them against the trees to dry...
~~her hands work effortlessly as they scrub and clean...making certain that every spot of the Main Room is scrubbed and free of the smallest speck of dirt...brushes the back of her soapy hand across her cheek...laughs as she blows the light foamy suds away then sets back to work cleaning the slaves pillows...
~~with the last pillow in hand she starts dancing around the room...making her way to the door to put this pillow also out to dry she starts twisting and turning...hips sway from side to side...her heart bursting with happiness knowing she is pleasing in her work...once she lays the last pillow out to dry she skips down the path once again...
~~making her way to the Supply Shed....tugging the door open as her eyes adjust to the shadows of the cracks of light peeking their way into the darkness...eyes sparkle as fingers wrap arounda bottle of tharlion oil...once back in the Home she takes the old rep cloth and tharlion oil and polishes the wood for ahns...fingers working in circular motions as the wood shines...
~~she can almost see her reflection in the wood...she crawls around the room once again rechecking her work...satisfied that the Room is spotless...cleaned to nothing less than perfection she takes the tharlion oil back to the Shed...pushing her hip against the door to latch it...skipping and hopping back to the Citadel...
~~carefully placing the Free's pillows back in place...the fresh scent of the clean pillows tickling her nostrils...wiggles her nose and moves to get all the slave pillows...careful to place them exactly where they go...
~~empty hands move in a swirly way as arms reach out...stretching as she pivots on tiny feet making her way out the door once again...one by one the clean furs are put back in place...lips curl into a smile...the beauty of the gleaming clean room so appealing...she lights some sented candles to make the Room smell nice...
~~satisfied she has done nothing less than perfection in her chore she gathers up all her cleaning things...putting them away one by one...once she has put her cleaning things away she makes her way back to the Main Room....moving her Masters pillows...blue eyes move slowly over it once again then over his fur "yes" she tells herself she has cleaned them just the right way...
~~steps over to the right one step as she checks out pillows of the slaves...smiles softly seeing they are so clean they are like new...turns around and moves around the room...checking the freshly dusted off oil lamps...making certain they are full...stops at the door on her way out...once again looking around...smiles and makes her way to the Waters Edge to bathe...
~~the echo of her infectious laughter echoing through the halls as they tumble onto the floor...bending over she feels her kirtle riding a little too high...taking half the rugs across the room and outside...she stops as her finely detailed face kisses the heavens...basking briefly beneath the rays of sunshine...
~~she scurries back into the Main Room gathering the rest of the rugs...once outside she skips across the field fetching a big stick...taking in its form to make sure it is strong enough to beat the dust from the carpets...her tongue darts out as it slowly trails over her lips...leaving them moist and tempting she starts pounding the carpets one by one thud....thuddd echos the stick...clouds of dust dissipating like vapors into the air...
~her sapphire eyes slowly inspect the rugs one by one...satisfied they are nice and fresh she leaves them laying in the fresh air as tiny feet make their way back inside...down the hall to the Kitchen she moves...a mane of blonde curls bouncing from the ribbon with every step...peeks around as she gathers her cleaning things...
~~a pail...brush...rags and cleaning soap...she heads down the path to the spring...hands splashing against the rippling water as she fills her bucket...skips back up the path to the Home...sinking to her knees as she crawls around the Main Room...scrubbing the Frees pillows...one by one she she scrubs then takes it outside laying them against the trees to dry...
~~her hands work effortlessly as they scrub and clean...making certain that every spot of the Main Room is scrubbed and free of the smallest speck of dirt...brushes the back of her soapy hand across her cheek...laughs as she blows the light foamy suds away then sets back to work cleaning the slaves pillows...
~~with the last pillow in hand she starts dancing around the room...making her way to the door to put this pillow also out to dry she starts twisting and turning...hips sway from side to side...her heart bursting with happiness knowing she is pleasing in her work...once she lays the last pillow out to dry she skips down the path once again...
~~making her way to the Supply Shed....tugging the door open as her eyes adjust to the shadows of the cracks of light peeking their way into the darkness...eyes sparkle as fingers wrap arounda bottle of tharlion oil...once back in the Home she takes the old rep cloth and tharlion oil and polishes the wood for ahns...fingers working in circular motions as the wood shines...
~~she can almost see her reflection in the wood...she crawls around the room once again rechecking her work...satisfied that the Room is spotless...cleaned to nothing less than perfection she takes the tharlion oil back to the Shed...pushing her hip against the door to latch it...skipping and hopping back to the Citadel...
~~carefully placing the Free's pillows back in place...the fresh scent of the clean pillows tickling her nostrils...wiggles her nose and moves to get all the slave pillows...careful to place them exactly where they go...
~~empty hands move in a swirly way as arms reach out...stretching as she pivots on tiny feet making her way out the door once again...one by one the clean furs are put back in place...lips curl into a smile...the beauty of the gleaming clean room so appealing...she lights some sented candles to make the Room smell nice...
~~satisfied she has done nothing less than perfection in her chore she gathers up all her cleaning things...putting them away one by one...once she has put her cleaning things away she makes her way back to the Main Room....moving her Masters pillows...blue eyes move slowly over it once again then over his fur "yes" she tells herself she has cleaned them just the right way...
~~steps over to the right one step as she checks out pillows of the slaves...smiles softly seeing they are so clean they are like new...turns around and moves around the room...checking the freshly dusted off oil lamps...making certain they are full...stops at the door on her way out...once again looking around...smiles and makes her way to the Waters Edge to bathe...
9/29/20 Kimberlys Offering
~~dreamer was sitting on the edge of the fountain in the Garden playing ball with samiam he would roll on top of it and jus and pounce it dreamer would just giggle a few of the other girls were out in the Garden raking watering weeding and they asked dreamer to tell one of her stories...and dreamer agreed
story goes like this
(Kimberly is a Free Woman in this story...but this is the moment when she dedicated
her life to one of submission and is the start of her story as a slave)
it was late at night...on the abyss...and this free girl was alone...she wandered the dark Abyss...filled with remorse and sadness...for a time gone by...and grieving those who had left...she sat slumped over...on a rock, by the flowing water of the river bank...the bright moon shined down and shimmered on her pale skin and a slight breeze blew and caused goosebumps to rise on her skin....in the reflected moonlight on the water...she saw her tearful...rippled reflection looking back at her....he Girl decided to stop ruminating on her past and to start working on being satisfied with her present and positively working towards her future.
the girl’s thoughts turned to the one Man that had been kind and gentle to her from the first day she met him...and that was Ubar Grant...she remembered the first time she saw him and how scared she was because of the evil things she had heard...she remembered it was the night of Carmen's collaring when she saw the Ubar (who was the Slaver then) she studied his face intently....she carefully observed him to see why he provoked such an intense reaction from her Hunter. it was at the moment she decided she would find out if the Ubar was indeed heartless as she had been told
she smiled brightly...thinking about how blessed she was to have him now as a friend and guide...and how his critics were wrong and mistaken about him "If only they knew the man that I know," she thought to herself she wanted to make him a special meal to thank him for his repeated patience with her...she looked into the flowing water and saw a beautiful male swan....the swan was magnificent glorious...regal and elegant....she thought of Ubar and how this swan would be a worthy gift for him.
the girl knew that in order to give the swan as a gift...special attention would be needed for the killing and cooking of the swan...a special ritual killing would have to take place for the swan to meet the sacred standards required of her Ubar
the girl felt the chilled metal of her 6 inch knife strapped to her inner thigh...the knife was tightly bound to her body and digging in slightly into her soft and tender flesh....she reached down to undo the leather strap and removed the knife...she felt the long...broad blade with her fingertips...checking it for nicks and unevenness...the knife was perfectly sharp and smooth...it would be a quick painless death for the swan.
the girl quietly entered into the bitterly cold water...and approached the beautiful beast...she felt the pulpy mud of the river bottom squish up between her toes...the cold water moved slowly up her body and seeped into her clothing...the wet rags clung to her curvaceous figure...erect nipples and exposed her most intimate and private parts of her body
she tightly wrapped her arms around the bird’s wings...and held him and said a quick blessing....she thanked the bird for giving his life...so that she could provide a nourishing meal to her Ubar she then held the knife to the swan’s throat and sliced the knife in a back and forth motion against his neck...she felt the life force quickly leave the bird...as the bird lied limp in her arms...she released the grip of the bird...and held the blade up whipping the fresh blood off of the knife before replacing it into its sheaf
the dark red blood flowed down onto the pure white feathers of the bird soaking into the plumes...she held the bird up to her chest...and fully submerged herself and the bird into the river washing away the dark stains...a powerful and positive emotion overcame the girl as she sprang up out of the water....she felt renewed...reenergized and ready to move forward
she dedicated herself to living a life of positive servitude for her worthy Master...using some grape vines as cord...the girl made a noose to wrap around the neck of the bird and strung him up...on a tree...in the woods to drained him of all his blood....then she then took her knife and split carcass open and reached into remove the cold and slippery organs...she carefully held up the organs to examine them for any abscesses and imperfections...the liver slipped out of her hands...and down into her camisk where she retrieved it from between her ample breasts...the bird was in perfect health and was suitable for preparing for the Ubar
the organ meat would be used in a bread dressing for the sweet slaves at the Home and the bones of the bird would make a nice broth...she was pleased and smiled at the thought that many mouths would be fed from the gift of this one swan
she then trimmed away the fat...blood vessels and nerves...only leaving behind the succulent flesh of the animal...her observations of Bosk slaughtering had made such a gruesome task easy for her to do
the girl looked at the beautiful feathers of the lovely swan....as she plucked the feathers away...her nose tickled as the tiny feathers were inhaled....the girl thought how nice the feathers would be for those slaves in the kennels...as they would then have something soft to lay upon....she looked at the longer plumes thinking they would be a lovely decoration for the slave's silks...she gathered the feathers into a sack to give to her favorite slave girl to do with as she pleased
she wanted to serve a perfect bird...so she spent extra time focusing on the removal of the pin feathers the girl took the bird back to the Homes Kitchen this bird would require a long prep time and a longer cooking time....she hoisted up a cauldron onto the table to submerge the bird into a brine of brown sugar...ginger and gallingale (a spice taken from the root of the Cypress tree)
after some time...she removed the bird and rubbed him with a rock salt cure and left him to sit while she gathered apple wood in the orchard....the apple wood would add a sweet and Smokey flavor to the meat....she then rinsed the bird three times in fresh water to remove the salt
the bird was placed between the burning embers of the apple wood fire for several ahns and turned a nice shade of brown because she basted the skin with some lard....the lard felt soft on her hands...and heat of the fire felt good on her cold body which was still chilled from the river....the heat radiated inward...and she rubbed the warm lard on her stomach inner thighs...breasts...arm and hands...to soften her skin so she would be pleasing to her future Master.
the girl went into the Pantry and looked under the counter for a large platter to place the glorious bird....she wiped off the platter thoroughly...fearing that vermin may had been in contact with the dishes....she placed the bird on a wooden platter and took the bird to Ubar's office and left it on his desk as a surprise when he came to work
The End
~~as dreamer ended her story she knew it was time for her to stop dilly daddle and get back to chores the other girl thanked her as they ran off in all different directions to tend to their chores
story goes like this
(Kimberly is a Free Woman in this story...but this is the moment when she dedicated
her life to one of submission and is the start of her story as a slave)
it was late at night...on the abyss...and this free girl was alone...she wandered the dark Abyss...filled with remorse and sadness...for a time gone by...and grieving those who had left...she sat slumped over...on a rock, by the flowing water of the river bank...the bright moon shined down and shimmered on her pale skin and a slight breeze blew and caused goosebumps to rise on her skin....in the reflected moonlight on the water...she saw her tearful...rippled reflection looking back at her....he Girl decided to stop ruminating on her past and to start working on being satisfied with her present and positively working towards her future.
the girl’s thoughts turned to the one Man that had been kind and gentle to her from the first day she met him...and that was Ubar Grant...she remembered the first time she saw him and how scared she was because of the evil things she had heard...she remembered it was the night of Carmen's collaring when she saw the Ubar (who was the Slaver then) she studied his face intently....she carefully observed him to see why he provoked such an intense reaction from her Hunter. it was at the moment she decided she would find out if the Ubar was indeed heartless as she had been told
she smiled brightly...thinking about how blessed she was to have him now as a friend and guide...and how his critics were wrong and mistaken about him "If only they knew the man that I know," she thought to herself she wanted to make him a special meal to thank him for his repeated patience with her...she looked into the flowing water and saw a beautiful male swan....the swan was magnificent glorious...regal and elegant....she thought of Ubar and how this swan would be a worthy gift for him.
the girl knew that in order to give the swan as a gift...special attention would be needed for the killing and cooking of the swan...a special ritual killing would have to take place for the swan to meet the sacred standards required of her Ubar
the girl felt the chilled metal of her 6 inch knife strapped to her inner thigh...the knife was tightly bound to her body and digging in slightly into her soft and tender flesh....she reached down to undo the leather strap and removed the knife...she felt the long...broad blade with her fingertips...checking it for nicks and unevenness...the knife was perfectly sharp and smooth...it would be a quick painless death for the swan.
the girl quietly entered into the bitterly cold water...and approached the beautiful beast...she felt the pulpy mud of the river bottom squish up between her toes...the cold water moved slowly up her body and seeped into her clothing...the wet rags clung to her curvaceous figure...erect nipples and exposed her most intimate and private parts of her body
she tightly wrapped her arms around the bird’s wings...and held him and said a quick blessing....she thanked the bird for giving his life...so that she could provide a nourishing meal to her Ubar she then held the knife to the swan’s throat and sliced the knife in a back and forth motion against his neck...she felt the life force quickly leave the bird...as the bird lied limp in her arms...she released the grip of the bird...and held the blade up whipping the fresh blood off of the knife before replacing it into its sheaf
the dark red blood flowed down onto the pure white feathers of the bird soaking into the plumes...she held the bird up to her chest...and fully submerged herself and the bird into the river washing away the dark stains...a powerful and positive emotion overcame the girl as she sprang up out of the water....she felt renewed...reenergized and ready to move forward
she dedicated herself to living a life of positive servitude for her worthy Master...using some grape vines as cord...the girl made a noose to wrap around the neck of the bird and strung him up...on a tree...in the woods to drained him of all his blood....then she then took her knife and split carcass open and reached into remove the cold and slippery organs...she carefully held up the organs to examine them for any abscesses and imperfections...the liver slipped out of her hands...and down into her camisk where she retrieved it from between her ample breasts...the bird was in perfect health and was suitable for preparing for the Ubar
the organ meat would be used in a bread dressing for the sweet slaves at the Home and the bones of the bird would make a nice broth...she was pleased and smiled at the thought that many mouths would be fed from the gift of this one swan
she then trimmed away the fat...blood vessels and nerves...only leaving behind the succulent flesh of the animal...her observations of Bosk slaughtering had made such a gruesome task easy for her to do
the girl looked at the beautiful feathers of the lovely swan....as she plucked the feathers away...her nose tickled as the tiny feathers were inhaled....the girl thought how nice the feathers would be for those slaves in the kennels...as they would then have something soft to lay upon....she looked at the longer plumes thinking they would be a lovely decoration for the slave's silks...she gathered the feathers into a sack to give to her favorite slave girl to do with as she pleased
she wanted to serve a perfect bird...so she spent extra time focusing on the removal of the pin feathers the girl took the bird back to the Homes Kitchen this bird would require a long prep time and a longer cooking time....she hoisted up a cauldron onto the table to submerge the bird into a brine of brown sugar...ginger and gallingale (a spice taken from the root of the Cypress tree)
after some time...she removed the bird and rubbed him with a rock salt cure and left him to sit while she gathered apple wood in the orchard....the apple wood would add a sweet and Smokey flavor to the meat....she then rinsed the bird three times in fresh water to remove the salt
the bird was placed between the burning embers of the apple wood fire for several ahns and turned a nice shade of brown because she basted the skin with some lard....the lard felt soft on her hands...and heat of the fire felt good on her cold body which was still chilled from the river....the heat radiated inward...and she rubbed the warm lard on her stomach inner thighs...breasts...arm and hands...to soften her skin so she would be pleasing to her future Master.
the girl went into the Pantry and looked under the counter for a large platter to place the glorious bird....she wiped off the platter thoroughly...fearing that vermin may had been in contact with the dishes....she placed the bird on a wooden platter and took the bird to Ubar's office and left it on his desk as a surprise when he came to work
The End
~~as dreamer ended her story she knew it was time for her to stop dilly daddle and get back to chores the other girl thanked her as they ran off in all different directions to tend to their chores
9/29/20 Fires
[12:30p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ slips to the entrance of the Main Room eyes of blue a touch sleepy small hands lift to brush the backs upon them trying to work the sleep away...a soft yawn escapes...the Room was still quiet at this ahn she would start upon some duties here...as an idle slave was never much good...fingers ran through lemon silken tresses...flipping them over smooth shoulders...as she walked with a seductive grace into the Room...she first moved to gather some wood within slender arms
[12:32p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ .but before doing so she swiftly wrapped golden tresses into a knot to fall behind her...lest the fires flames decided to catch them it wouldn't do being a bald very *friendly* person a soft laugh at that her mood was beginning to improve...throwing herself within chores to keep the fires warm and welcoming was good for the mind...it was a duty a slave had...crouching down she finally gathered three pieces of wood into slender arms...she tried for a fourth but her arms just were not long enough
[12:32p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ with a soft grunt she lifted up to full height turning upon the balls of bare feet to move off to the first fire knows she brought some wood in just the yester day but it was low again
[12:34p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ she approached the first fire...the flames flickered and danced about the Room...casting an orange yellowish glow here and there...the heat of the fire caused a soft sheen to dance upon smooth brow twinkling eyes watched the dancing flames as she crouched down to put the wood upon the floor...firm ass in the air slightly...as she took one piece and placed it within the awaiting grasp of the flames...the flames seemed to eagerly take the new fuel home
[12:37p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ ~taking the next piece she crisscrossed it upon the other...the embers beneath glowed hot, that was all the fuel this one fire needed...so taking hold of the last piece of wood she rose and moved off to the next...swiftly placing that piece there before long legs sliced through the air to draw her to the wood once more...gathering four pieces this time...as they were a bit smaller she moved to the fire she had left
[12:39p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ her soft silky hair glided shifted about sensuous curves with each gentle step...slender arms were tensed about the wood...as she made her way across the Room...with a bit of a relief she lowered the wood to the ground...taking one piece and sliding it within the flames grasp
[12:42p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ she could hear some noises from the Kitchen as a few girls were surely preparing Breakfast for the Free Men and Ladies who may stroll in...the last of the pieces of wood in her arms were placed to the fire...this one was lower than the others...so the need of all three pieces was evident...brushing small hands together she turned to gather what should be the last of the wood to fill the last fires
[12:44p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ the soft sway of full hips brought her across the Room her hands were a bit dirty now...from the wood...but that would be remedied soon enough...drawing up another three pieces of wood...slender arms tensed and showed the taunt lines of her muscles...which were there but slender and slim still
[12:47p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ bare feet pressed upon the floor with the measured steps of a woman knowing her place and station within life and finding a sort of freedom through it...a soft smile took hold of lush crimson lips as she finally reached the last fire...crouching down she carefully placed the pieces of wood here and there...stirring the embers with the end of one...before laying it to rest
[12:50p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ stirring the embers with the end of one...before laying it to rest now the fires within the Citadel were all stocked with fresh fuel and were burning brightly for now and the next few ahns...she looked to her hands...pert nose wrinkled slightly...as they were covered with sap and bits of wood...now that just wouldn't do...she moved off along thru the Room eyes of blue noting more sounds from as People seemed to beginning to awake...
[12:52p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ she slipped into the Kitchen fresh baked bread and other tantalizing delights teased her nose...to the wash basin...her hands dipped within the soapy water...scrubbing them easily....to free the dirt and sap...before a quick rinse...finding a soft rep cloth...she patted the moisture away she lightly took the rep and wet one end and wipes her chest and belly and arms down
[12:54p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ drying with the other side finally satisfied she looked about a few girls were rushing about...smiled softly to them grasping down a mug from one of the shelves and gliding to the cooking fires to ladle the cup full of Black wine for she heard the deep voice of her Master as he entered the Main Room and knew he would want his morning brew quickly
[12:56p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ turning on toes she drifts like on a soft cloud to the bench in the Main Room by the fires where he sits warming his self by the flames dreamer locks her pretty blues eyes to him seeing him yawn...holding the warm cup between soft dainty hands she shimmers up to the right side of him with with a perk little smile leaning her ample breasts to his big shoulder and leans to whisper in his ear
[12:58p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ : your Black wine Master may it warm you as it has warmed girls heart to serve you
[12:58p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ giving a butterfly kiss to his ear offers to him the cup her blue eyes sparkling as she looks to him
[12:32p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ .but before doing so she swiftly wrapped golden tresses into a knot to fall behind her...lest the fires flames decided to catch them it wouldn't do being a bald very *friendly* person a soft laugh at that her mood was beginning to improve...throwing herself within chores to keep the fires warm and welcoming was good for the mind...it was a duty a slave had...crouching down she finally gathered three pieces of wood into slender arms...she tried for a fourth but her arms just were not long enough
[12:32p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ with a soft grunt she lifted up to full height turning upon the balls of bare feet to move off to the first fire knows she brought some wood in just the yester day but it was low again
[12:34p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ she approached the first fire...the flames flickered and danced about the Room...casting an orange yellowish glow here and there...the heat of the fire caused a soft sheen to dance upon smooth brow twinkling eyes watched the dancing flames as she crouched down to put the wood upon the floor...firm ass in the air slightly...as she took one piece and placed it within the awaiting grasp of the flames...the flames seemed to eagerly take the new fuel home
[12:37p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ ~taking the next piece she crisscrossed it upon the other...the embers beneath glowed hot, that was all the fuel this one fire needed...so taking hold of the last piece of wood she rose and moved off to the next...swiftly placing that piece there before long legs sliced through the air to draw her to the wood once more...gathering four pieces this time...as they were a bit smaller she moved to the fire she had left
[12:39p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ her soft silky hair glided shifted about sensuous curves with each gentle step...slender arms were tensed about the wood...as she made her way across the Room...with a bit of a relief she lowered the wood to the ground...taking one piece and sliding it within the flames grasp
[12:42p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ she could hear some noises from the Kitchen as a few girls were surely preparing Breakfast for the Free Men and Ladies who may stroll in...the last of the pieces of wood in her arms were placed to the fire...this one was lower than the others...so the need of all three pieces was evident...brushing small hands together she turned to gather what should be the last of the wood to fill the last fires
[12:44p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ the soft sway of full hips brought her across the Room her hands were a bit dirty now...from the wood...but that would be remedied soon enough...drawing up another three pieces of wood...slender arms tensed and showed the taunt lines of her muscles...which were there but slender and slim still
[12:47p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ bare feet pressed upon the floor with the measured steps of a woman knowing her place and station within life and finding a sort of freedom through it...a soft smile took hold of lush crimson lips as she finally reached the last fire...crouching down she carefully placed the pieces of wood here and there...stirring the embers with the end of one...before laying it to rest
[12:50p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ stirring the embers with the end of one...before laying it to rest now the fires within the Citadel were all stocked with fresh fuel and were burning brightly for now and the next few ahns...she looked to her hands...pert nose wrinkled slightly...as they were covered with sap and bits of wood...now that just wouldn't do...she moved off along thru the Room eyes of blue noting more sounds from as People seemed to beginning to awake...
[12:52p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ she slipped into the Kitchen fresh baked bread and other tantalizing delights teased her nose...to the wash basin...her hands dipped within the soapy water...scrubbing them easily....to free the dirt and sap...before a quick rinse...finding a soft rep cloth...she patted the moisture away she lightly took the rep and wet one end and wipes her chest and belly and arms down
[12:54p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ drying with the other side finally satisfied she looked about a few girls were rushing about...smiled softly to them grasping down a mug from one of the shelves and gliding to the cooking fires to ladle the cup full of Black wine for she heard the deep voice of her Master as he entered the Main Room and knew he would want his morning brew quickly
[12:56p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ turning on toes she drifts like on a soft cloud to the bench in the Main Room by the fires where he sits warming his self by the flames dreamer locks her pretty blues eyes to him seeing him yawn...holding the warm cup between soft dainty hands she shimmers up to the right side of him with with a perk little smile leaning her ample breasts to his big shoulder and leans to whisper in his ear
[12:58p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ : your Black wine Master may it warm you as it has warmed girls heart to serve you
[12:58p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ giving a butterfly kiss to his ear offers to him the cup her blue eyes sparkling as she looks to him
9/28/20 Lunch Time
~~dreamer take one of her recipes and make Lunch she follows the directions to a tee and she prays this Lunch will please her Master...she gets started 1st she washes her hands...looks to the notes and gathers all she will need...she shoos samiam out the back door so she will not be interrupted once she starts
the recipe:
Peach glazed Tarsk
Golden Rosemary Suls
Crispy Pea Pods
Pocket Bread
Tospit Ice Tea
Pumpkin Pie
Fill a medium size bowl half way with white wine. Add one half of a mug of sul paga. Add to the marinade a mug full of crushed peach meat, a dash of white salt, and a dash of crushed pepper and mix well. Place the Tarsk meat in the bowl and allow it to soak for at least 2 ahn, turning the meat every so often keeping it coated.
While the tarsk is marinating take 4 large suls and cut into small pieces and place in a large mixing bowl. Add one half a mug melted bosk butter, a dash of white salt, and a spoonful of crushed pepper. Toss the mixture in the bowl until all pieces are coated liberally. Spoon into a shallow pan and place 3 large sticks of fresh rosemary on top. Cover with a lid to hold in the steam and place in the oven to cook until tender.
Slice a tender Gorean peach into small slices and place in a small pot. Add enough citrus juice to the pot to cover the fruit. Then add a spoonful of honey to the mixture and lightly coat it with white sugar. Cook the sauce on low heat bringing it to a simmer and cooking it down to thicken.
Remove the tarsk from the bowl of marinade and brush the peach sauce over the meat, laying it quickly down on the grill to sear the sweet taste of peaches into the meat, then coat the top with more sauce. Allow the meat to cook for 5 Ehn, then coat the top with more of the sauce and turn the meat over on the grill adding more sauce to the top and cooking till the desired wellness is achieved.
While the Tarsk is cooking, fill a small skillet half full, place the skillet on the grill, and bring to a boil. Add the fresh peapods and simmer for 5 ehn watching closely as hot water brings out the bright green of the crispy vegetables. While they are still crisp remove from heat and drain into a small bowl. Cover the peas with warm water to stop them from cooking any further.
Remove the tarsk from the grill and the suls from the oven and return to the counter to prepare the plate. Lay the hot tarsk meat on a large plate, beside it place the crispy green peapods, and a large spoonful of the golden rosemary suls. Be careful to remove all rosemary stems from the suls as they can be quite bitter if bitten into. Drizzle a spoonful of the thick peach sauce over the meat, and garnish the plate with slices of fresh peach.
the recipe:
Peach glazed Tarsk
Golden Rosemary Suls
Crispy Pea Pods
Pocket Bread
Tospit Ice Tea
Pumpkin Pie
Fill a medium size bowl half way with white wine. Add one half of a mug of sul paga. Add to the marinade a mug full of crushed peach meat, a dash of white salt, and a dash of crushed pepper and mix well. Place the Tarsk meat in the bowl and allow it to soak for at least 2 ahn, turning the meat every so often keeping it coated.
While the tarsk is marinating take 4 large suls and cut into small pieces and place in a large mixing bowl. Add one half a mug melted bosk butter, a dash of white salt, and a spoonful of crushed pepper. Toss the mixture in the bowl until all pieces are coated liberally. Spoon into a shallow pan and place 3 large sticks of fresh rosemary on top. Cover with a lid to hold in the steam and place in the oven to cook until tender.
Slice a tender Gorean peach into small slices and place in a small pot. Add enough citrus juice to the pot to cover the fruit. Then add a spoonful of honey to the mixture and lightly coat it with white sugar. Cook the sauce on low heat bringing it to a simmer and cooking it down to thicken.
Remove the tarsk from the bowl of marinade and brush the peach sauce over the meat, laying it quickly down on the grill to sear the sweet taste of peaches into the meat, then coat the top with more sauce. Allow the meat to cook for 5 Ehn, then coat the top with more of the sauce and turn the meat over on the grill adding more sauce to the top and cooking till the desired wellness is achieved.
While the Tarsk is cooking, fill a small skillet half full, place the skillet on the grill, and bring to a boil. Add the fresh peapods and simmer for 5 ehn watching closely as hot water brings out the bright green of the crispy vegetables. While they are still crisp remove from heat and drain into a small bowl. Cover the peas with warm water to stop them from cooking any further.
Remove the tarsk from the grill and the suls from the oven and return to the counter to prepare the plate. Lay the hot tarsk meat on a large plate, beside it place the crispy green peapods, and a large spoonful of the golden rosemary suls. Be careful to remove all rosemary stems from the suls as they can be quite bitter if bitten into. Drizzle a spoonful of the thick peach sauce over the meat, and garnish the plate with slices of fresh peach.
9/28/20 Dishes & Wood
~~after she served her Masters breakfast and they drifted out of the Citadel to tend to some paper work down at the docks...dreamer reaches for the platters and cups taking a damp rep cloth and cleaning the table and then running it along the arms of his chair making sure all dirt was gone...
~~she slips to the Kitchen and washed all the dishes from breakfast...thankfully it was a few platters vessels for she got ahead of her chore while awaiting for the bread to cook this morning making sure to clean the station and the pots and pans used to cook the meal with...
~~rinsing the dishes then taking a clean rep and dries them to a sparkling shine...then puts them to rest on the shelves they belong on...takes the dish water out back and waters the flowerbed aligning the walkway...she stops to look up to the sky...the clouds a little grey...noting winter will be rushing in soon...
~~she wipes the dish basin dry and sets it to the counter she makes sure some fresh water is on the back of the stove keeping warm for the next time dishes were to be washed...her always thinking ahead...today her job is to bring fire wood indoors to stock the piles near the fireplaces in the Kitchen the Main Room and the Bed Chambers and the Kennel Hall
~~she sits by the back door on the bench and puts her boots on then rises to her full height and turns to the back door and find her way to where the thralls are chopping wood...they have already started so making sure she is not in the way of the axe swings she stands off to the side when enough logs are split she rushes in and grabs a arms full and makes her way to the Bed Chambers of her Master...down the Hall and fills the fire box full...
~~having some more logs left in her arms she slithers to the next Chamber of Mistress Sascha and released the rest of her load there...over and over again she makes the trip down the Hall through the Kitchen into the yard and back again with arm loads full of logs and up the stairs making sure all the Guards Rooms Guest Rooms are equipped with enough wood to last a good few days...she also restocks the Kennel area with wood
~~she only stops to gaze into the direction of the docks it is always busy...hearing the young thrall cutting wood tell her to "come on girl we don't have all day" she quickly begins to load her arms once again this time she will load the Main Room boxes full which take a few more trips then the Kitchen for they keep the fires here well stoked and it takes more wood to keep up that demand...
~~dreamer was sure getting a good workout should keep her arms and legs well toned...as she brings more arm loads full of the logs in the Kitchen gets it fill...after that she stocks some wood out side the Kitchen for extra wood to cook with...a large sigh is heard when she stands up straight she takes the back of her hand and wipes the sweat from her forehead...looks around then smiles noting her work was done...
~~she goes inside and plucks a towel and a bar of soap and a fresh kirtle and goes out to where the men were cutting wood and explains to the thralls the Ciadel was fully stocked and he nods and tells her "thank you" she thanks him then take the well travel path to the Waters Edge she sits on the grey rock where she sets her clean clothes and towel at...removes her boots then stands to strip her kirtle from her lithe frame...then with the bar of lavender soap she dips into the clear blue water it is cool but refreshing...
~~she splashes a round a bit the water making her mussels feel good removing the tension of lifting the logs and climbing the stairs...she suds up really well removing the sap and dirt from her arms...and washing her hair...dives in deeper to rinse off...then exits the water and towels herself and her hair dry...combing her fingers through her long blonde hair...
~~she shimmies on her kirtle one of her favorites..it shows off much bond flesh to tease and taunt the Free Men especially her Master...picking up her dirty clothes and wet towel and soap she heads back to the Home she takes her garment and towel and places them in the laundry then places the soap with the others...she quickly enters the Kitchen to help with Lunch with a smile on her lips knowing her Master and his Patrons will be pleased of what she did this day...
~~she slips to the Kitchen and washed all the dishes from breakfast...thankfully it was a few platters vessels for she got ahead of her chore while awaiting for the bread to cook this morning making sure to clean the station and the pots and pans used to cook the meal with...
~~rinsing the dishes then taking a clean rep and dries them to a sparkling shine...then puts them to rest on the shelves they belong on...takes the dish water out back and waters the flowerbed aligning the walkway...she stops to look up to the sky...the clouds a little grey...noting winter will be rushing in soon...
~~she wipes the dish basin dry and sets it to the counter she makes sure some fresh water is on the back of the stove keeping warm for the next time dishes were to be washed...her always thinking ahead...today her job is to bring fire wood indoors to stock the piles near the fireplaces in the Kitchen the Main Room and the Bed Chambers and the Kennel Hall
~~she sits by the back door on the bench and puts her boots on then rises to her full height and turns to the back door and find her way to where the thralls are chopping wood...they have already started so making sure she is not in the way of the axe swings she stands off to the side when enough logs are split she rushes in and grabs a arms full and makes her way to the Bed Chambers of her Master...down the Hall and fills the fire box full...
~~having some more logs left in her arms she slithers to the next Chamber of Mistress Sascha and released the rest of her load there...over and over again she makes the trip down the Hall through the Kitchen into the yard and back again with arm loads full of logs and up the stairs making sure all the Guards Rooms Guest Rooms are equipped with enough wood to last a good few days...she also restocks the Kennel area with wood
~~she only stops to gaze into the direction of the docks it is always busy...hearing the young thrall cutting wood tell her to "come on girl we don't have all day" she quickly begins to load her arms once again this time she will load the Main Room boxes full which take a few more trips then the Kitchen for they keep the fires here well stoked and it takes more wood to keep up that demand...
~~dreamer was sure getting a good workout should keep her arms and legs well toned...as she brings more arm loads full of the logs in the Kitchen gets it fill...after that she stocks some wood out side the Kitchen for extra wood to cook with...a large sigh is heard when she stands up straight she takes the back of her hand and wipes the sweat from her forehead...looks around then smiles noting her work was done...
~~she goes inside and plucks a towel and a bar of soap and a fresh kirtle and goes out to where the men were cutting wood and explains to the thralls the Ciadel was fully stocked and he nods and tells her "thank you" she thanks him then take the well travel path to the Waters Edge she sits on the grey rock where she sets her clean clothes and towel at...removes her boots then stands to strip her kirtle from her lithe frame...then with the bar of lavender soap she dips into the clear blue water it is cool but refreshing...
~~she splashes a round a bit the water making her mussels feel good removing the tension of lifting the logs and climbing the stairs...she suds up really well removing the sap and dirt from her arms...and washing her hair...dives in deeper to rinse off...then exits the water and towels herself and her hair dry...combing her fingers through her long blonde hair...
~~she shimmies on her kirtle one of her favorites..it shows off much bond flesh to tease and taunt the Free Men especially her Master...picking up her dirty clothes and wet towel and soap she heads back to the Home she takes her garment and towel and places them in the laundry then places the soap with the others...she quickly enters the Kitchen to help with Lunch with a smile on her lips knowing her Master and his Patrons will be pleased of what she did this day...
9/27/20 Herbs
~~small hand pushes kissed golden locks across a fair cheek with gentle finger tips tucking the tossed locks behind her one ear...small feet carry the beauty across Citadel while pleasant lips draw inward while she hums a song from deep with in her slave heart...a song filled with desire...need...lust and love escapes each petal the lil bond finds her way through the flicker of the thalarion oil lamps.
~~pushes past the archway that leads into the Kitchen where she gathers a weaved basket from a hook upon the wall...looping her arm through so the weaved handle rests gently upon a delicate wrist...inhaling the scent of the Dinner prepared by her makes her smile...happy to know that the Free Men will eat well this night as she steps out the back door of the Kitchen...
~~exotic curls tumble gently down to fill the valley of her back that rest just above a firm ass as she walks down the lane toward the Gardens...little hands push back her curls as she draws near...wide eyes look across to each of the rows while searching out the herbs and shimmer while landing upon the allium...
~~sinking to her small knees the beauty reaches across to pluck slowly...plucks the garlic like herb...placing several of the allium with in the basket as she than moves on down the row spotting the sip root...little hands work casually to take up the sip root and carefully place it in the basket with out harming the other roots...then wiggles her sassy ass while crawling upon bare knees down the row of herbs...then rises up to her full stature...
~~curls of sunshine lift to expose no collared neck as the breeze flows serenely...she walks up the path with a smile softly escaping her sensual lips...steps back into the Kitchen where she left the weaved basket of herbs...she slowly begins to take out the sip root...and garlic...placing them in a low basin once all the herbs have been removed dreamer then dances off towards a kettle of warm water which sits over the warming stones...using a rep cloth to protect her small hand she carries the slightly heated water across to the counter top where the herbs are...
~~grins she carefully soaks the herbs in the water than begins to wash...scrubbing the roots gently so they do not break. as the herbs are washed she than sets them on a well placed rep cloth humming happily the beauty works after all the herbs are washed she hangs the allium up to dry out some and lays the sip root to the side work table to be used soon...she dances across to the hook where she rehangs the weaved basket...steps through the Kitchen to the bathroom cleans herself up changing her kirtle and wearing booties...curls bounce upon warm cheeks as she returns to the Main Room sitting by the fire place...
~~pushes past the archway that leads into the Kitchen where she gathers a weaved basket from a hook upon the wall...looping her arm through so the weaved handle rests gently upon a delicate wrist...inhaling the scent of the Dinner prepared by her makes her smile...happy to know that the Free Men will eat well this night as she steps out the back door of the Kitchen...
~~exotic curls tumble gently down to fill the valley of her back that rest just above a firm ass as she walks down the lane toward the Gardens...little hands push back her curls as she draws near...wide eyes look across to each of the rows while searching out the herbs and shimmer while landing upon the allium...
~~sinking to her small knees the beauty reaches across to pluck slowly...plucks the garlic like herb...placing several of the allium with in the basket as she than moves on down the row spotting the sip root...little hands work casually to take up the sip root and carefully place it in the basket with out harming the other roots...then wiggles her sassy ass while crawling upon bare knees down the row of herbs...then rises up to her full stature...
~~curls of sunshine lift to expose no collared neck as the breeze flows serenely...she walks up the path with a smile softly escaping her sensual lips...steps back into the Kitchen where she left the weaved basket of herbs...she slowly begins to take out the sip root...and garlic...placing them in a low basin once all the herbs have been removed dreamer then dances off towards a kettle of warm water which sits over the warming stones...using a rep cloth to protect her small hand she carries the slightly heated water across to the counter top where the herbs are...
~~grins she carefully soaks the herbs in the water than begins to wash...scrubbing the roots gently so they do not break. as the herbs are washed she than sets them on a well placed rep cloth humming happily the beauty works after all the herbs are washed she hangs the allium up to dry out some and lays the sip root to the side work table to be used soon...she dances across to the hook where she rehangs the weaved basket...steps through the Kitchen to the bathroom cleans herself up changing her kirtle and wearing booties...curls bounce upon warm cheeks as she returns to the Main Room sitting by the fire place...
9/27/20 Breakfast
~~with a soft sigh...dreamer stretched her long limbs...clasping her fingers together over her head...arching her back and moaning in pleasure as she stretched away the stiffness of the night...a soft smile tugged at her lips as she glanced down and sees samiam as he lay curled next to her Master slipping from the bed she tugged the furs over them both...lightly settling it over them and then reached for her leather work kirtle and tugged it over her hips...fighting back another yawn...she tugged and tied at the laces of the bodice and then pulled on her boots...making her way to the Kitchen to stoke the fire and prepare the morning Black wine
~~she crouched down before the glowing embers and used the small shovel to scoop out the used ashes and bits of charred wood...pushing the hot coals into a pile and adding fresh kindling and dried grass...lifting her hand to hold back the heavy blonde hair...she bowed softly on the coals...watching as they glowed brighter and eagerly consumed the fresh fuel
~~carefully laying two more logs onto the new flames...she waited to make sure the fire was strong and then went through the morning routine of preparing the Black wine washes her hands then crushing the beans to just the right consistency before adding them to boiling water...as the Black wine steeped...she cleaned her workspace and tidied up the Kitchen...washing the few utensils that she had used and gathering up any dirty linen that she could find to do the laundry of the kennels today
~~she laid the basket of dirty clothes and linen by the door and then finished the Black wine...moving the kettle from the flames and settling it over the hot coals to stay hot...with a last look around the tidy Kitchen she picked up the basket of laundry and slipped quietly out the door
~~she hummed quietly to herself as she walked through the damp grass balancing the basket of laundry on her hip...the sounds of the City joined in her song...the deep bellows of the Bosk as they called impatiently to be milked...the Vulo scratching and squawking as they battled over nesting rights and searched for lost grains of feed...eager trills and chirps of birds blended into the melody to create a harmony of life and as the last notes of her spontaneous song drifted away
~~she set basket down...walking around to the back of building where the hand wagon was kept...for the bonds to pull the laundry to the river...rather than have to carry the baskets by hand in several trips...after all the laundry was loaded she added the rest of the supplies the jar of shaved soap flakes and the various scrub brushes that varied in size and coarseness nodding in satisfaction she left the wagon ready to be moved for when the Laundry wench got around to her task
~~dreamer made her way back into the Kitchen to prepare the morning meal and drinks...selecting four kettles she filled each one with water and settled it over the fire to heat...one for tea...one for fresh dish water...and one more for scrubbing the floors
~~she weaved her way through the Kitchen selecting the supplies she would need for the morning meal flour sugar...and salt fresh eggs...milk...butter and honey...and neatly laid them on one of the work tables...she made her way to the back of the Kitchen where the meat was stored and selected a haunch of Tarsk meat and another of Tabuk and carried them back to her work area...settling them on a special table with an extra layer of wood on it that could be added or removed to prevent cuts as the meat was sliced
~~she ladled boiling water into the kettle with the tea leaves...settling the tea over the hearth where it would stay hot and ready for any that were in need of it....her quick mind keeping an eye on the steeping Black wine...she used a rep cloth to grasp the handle of another kettle of boiling water and carried it over to the sink...pouring it in carefully so that it did not splash and burn her creamy skin
~~she tossed in a handful of soap flakes and added cold water...just enough to make the temperature tolerable....scrubbing her hands well she dried them on a clean cloth which she then tucked into the leather cord she always kept snuggly around her waist....moving once more to the fire...she removed the last kettle of boiling water and added another handful of soap flakes and poured it into a sturdy wooden bucket which she set to the side for later for when needed for scrubbing the floors...she went through the familiar routine of preparing the day's supply of fresh Sa-tarna bread she let her mind wander to images of her Master...strong and handsome
~~she moved back to the seeping Black wine and stirred it well...making sure that it did not scorch and fished out the packet of beans...letting it drain over the kettle to catch every last...delicious drop....tossing the used beans into the refuse bucket she moved the kettle from the flames and set it next to the tea to remain hot
~~she shaped the kneaded dough into the familiar round loaves and pushed them into the oven to bake and then used the chained Kitchen knife to slice the Tarsk into strips and the Tabuk into thin steaks...pulling out two large skillets...she added meat and settled it over the grate to cook
~~crouching down she rifled through the large variety of different bowls...and pulled out a medium sized one...and skillfully cracked two dozen Vulo eggs into the bowl....adding a dash of fresh milk...she used a whisk to whip the eggs into a creamy...frothy mixture and then pulled out a smaller frying pan...adding a liberal amount of fresh bosk butter to the pan...she coated it well and then poured in the eggs...stirring them constantly so they cooked evenly and did not stick to the pan....once they were cooked she removed them from the fire and poured them into a serving dish...covering them with a cloth to keep out any contaminants
~~she flipped the meat over and watched as it sizzled in the pan and then lifted each piece one by one...letting the juices drain back into the pan....she laid them neatly on another platter and covered them as well...setting them next to the eggs so that the girls could serve the Free as needed...she cleaned the kitchen and then swept the floors...removing all traces of dust and dirt and then scrubbed the floors...working her way out the door and then tossing out the old water behind the buildings and setting the bucket against the wall
~~nancy(NPC) let dreamer the hash Suls were warming and the fruit bowl was in the Cold Room dreamer thanked her ans watched as nancy fixed one of the Guards a plate...dreamer was right behind her fixing her Master a plate...sees samiam is up and tosses him a piece of the Tarsk bacon..he is a fat kit now or he thinks he is...dreamer pours a cup of Blackwine setting it to a tray along with the plate of 2 fried Vulo Eggs...3 Tarsk Bacon Strips.....scoop of Hash Sul..2 slices of toast 1 Tabuk and fruit cup...and serves him as he sits in his Chair...she settles to her knees content watching him enjoy his Morning meal
~~she crouched down before the glowing embers and used the small shovel to scoop out the used ashes and bits of charred wood...pushing the hot coals into a pile and adding fresh kindling and dried grass...lifting her hand to hold back the heavy blonde hair...she bowed softly on the coals...watching as they glowed brighter and eagerly consumed the fresh fuel
~~carefully laying two more logs onto the new flames...she waited to make sure the fire was strong and then went through the morning routine of preparing the Black wine washes her hands then crushing the beans to just the right consistency before adding them to boiling water...as the Black wine steeped...she cleaned her workspace and tidied up the Kitchen...washing the few utensils that she had used and gathering up any dirty linen that she could find to do the laundry of the kennels today
~~she laid the basket of dirty clothes and linen by the door and then finished the Black wine...moving the kettle from the flames and settling it over the hot coals to stay hot...with a last look around the tidy Kitchen she picked up the basket of laundry and slipped quietly out the door
~~she hummed quietly to herself as she walked through the damp grass balancing the basket of laundry on her hip...the sounds of the City joined in her song...the deep bellows of the Bosk as they called impatiently to be milked...the Vulo scratching and squawking as they battled over nesting rights and searched for lost grains of feed...eager trills and chirps of birds blended into the melody to create a harmony of life and as the last notes of her spontaneous song drifted away
~~she set basket down...walking around to the back of building where the hand wagon was kept...for the bonds to pull the laundry to the river...rather than have to carry the baskets by hand in several trips...after all the laundry was loaded she added the rest of the supplies the jar of shaved soap flakes and the various scrub brushes that varied in size and coarseness nodding in satisfaction she left the wagon ready to be moved for when the Laundry wench got around to her task
~~dreamer made her way back into the Kitchen to prepare the morning meal and drinks...selecting four kettles she filled each one with water and settled it over the fire to heat...one for tea...one for fresh dish water...and one more for scrubbing the floors
~~she weaved her way through the Kitchen selecting the supplies she would need for the morning meal flour sugar...and salt fresh eggs...milk...butter and honey...and neatly laid them on one of the work tables...she made her way to the back of the Kitchen where the meat was stored and selected a haunch of Tarsk meat and another of Tabuk and carried them back to her work area...settling them on a special table with an extra layer of wood on it that could be added or removed to prevent cuts as the meat was sliced
~~she ladled boiling water into the kettle with the tea leaves...settling the tea over the hearth where it would stay hot and ready for any that were in need of it....her quick mind keeping an eye on the steeping Black wine...she used a rep cloth to grasp the handle of another kettle of boiling water and carried it over to the sink...pouring it in carefully so that it did not splash and burn her creamy skin
~~she tossed in a handful of soap flakes and added cold water...just enough to make the temperature tolerable....scrubbing her hands well she dried them on a clean cloth which she then tucked into the leather cord she always kept snuggly around her waist....moving once more to the fire...she removed the last kettle of boiling water and added another handful of soap flakes and poured it into a sturdy wooden bucket which she set to the side for later for when needed for scrubbing the floors...she went through the familiar routine of preparing the day's supply of fresh Sa-tarna bread she let her mind wander to images of her Master...strong and handsome
~~she moved back to the seeping Black wine and stirred it well...making sure that it did not scorch and fished out the packet of beans...letting it drain over the kettle to catch every last...delicious drop....tossing the used beans into the refuse bucket she moved the kettle from the flames and set it next to the tea to remain hot
~~she shaped the kneaded dough into the familiar round loaves and pushed them into the oven to bake and then used the chained Kitchen knife to slice the Tarsk into strips and the Tabuk into thin steaks...pulling out two large skillets...she added meat and settled it over the grate to cook
~~crouching down she rifled through the large variety of different bowls...and pulled out a medium sized one...and skillfully cracked two dozen Vulo eggs into the bowl....adding a dash of fresh milk...she used a whisk to whip the eggs into a creamy...frothy mixture and then pulled out a smaller frying pan...adding a liberal amount of fresh bosk butter to the pan...she coated it well and then poured in the eggs...stirring them constantly so they cooked evenly and did not stick to the pan....once they were cooked she removed them from the fire and poured them into a serving dish...covering them with a cloth to keep out any contaminants
~~she flipped the meat over and watched as it sizzled in the pan and then lifted each piece one by one...letting the juices drain back into the pan....she laid them neatly on another platter and covered them as well...setting them next to the eggs so that the girls could serve the Free as needed...she cleaned the kitchen and then swept the floors...removing all traces of dust and dirt and then scrubbed the floors...working her way out the door and then tossing out the old water behind the buildings and setting the bucket against the wall
~~nancy(NPC) let dreamer the hash Suls were warming and the fruit bowl was in the Cold Room dreamer thanked her ans watched as nancy fixed one of the Guards a plate...dreamer was right behind her fixing her Master a plate...sees samiam is up and tosses him a piece of the Tarsk bacon..he is a fat kit now or he thinks he is...dreamer pours a cup of Blackwine setting it to a tray along with the plate of 2 fried Vulo Eggs...3 Tarsk Bacon Strips.....scoop of Hash Sul..2 slices of toast 1 Tabuk and fruit cup...and serves him as he sits in his Chair...she settles to her knees content watching him enjoy his Morning meal
9/26/20 Breakfast for her Master
~~when dreamer got back up to the Citadel...her bare feet brushed along the floor of the Main Room as she winded about...fingers curling along discarded bowls...tankards and other vessels within...setting them atop of each other...stacking them to help aide her in carrying a bit more as she continued to gather discarded vessels...
~~there was a bit of clacking of the vessels together as she moved off and towards the Kitchen...as she disappeared from view there was a clatter that could have been heard as she set the items down atop of the counter...lashes fluttered as she inhaled softly before it was released slowly...she crouched down to drag out two basins sets them atop of the counter also...a pot taken as she filled it with water and set it over the fire and then another pot was taken and filled and placed over the fire...
~~the two pots were grasped as the water had warmed...not to the point of scalding but just enough so it would be a little hot to the touch which would be perfect to wash the vessels...one pot in each hand as she carried them towards the Kitchen counter...one set upon the floor as she tilted the one up and allowed the water to pour into one basin and then the water in the other pot poured into the other...a box of soap flakes was gathered and scattered about one basin and her hand dunked in and swirled it around to cause some suds...
~~she dumped the bowls...tankards and other items into the basin with the soapy water...a clean cloth gathered as she began to wash them...she didn't pay much attention what was going on while she was in the Kitchen...each item was taken time to clean before she would dunk it into the clean water...she continued to wash until each one was settled into the basin of clear water...then another cloth was gathered and she took the time to dry each vessel...
~~each item that was dry and placed back on the shelves...she then took time to empty each basin that held the now dirty water...those too was dried out and then placed back and the counter wiped down to clear it from any drops of water that might have fell upon it...placing everything back in place as she moved over to the counter...
~~"what's for breakfast" she said out loud to her self...thinks hard trying to figure out oO(what would her Master want her to make) looks to the cold storage and finds some smoked deer sausage...she takes a few links...then to the pantry and chooses some sweet sul and peppers with an onion...taking the ingredients to the counter she chopped up the onion...pepper...and the sweet sul places them on a baking pan coats with oil and salt and roasts them in the oven...the sausage links she put in a pot with some water and blanches them before setting to the open fire...
~~she takes up a tray and places the plate four of the tospit muffins she made that are wrapped with rence paper...a plate with the roasted vegetables with the deer sausage links a top...she adds a horn of Ale and a cutting board of pocket bread carefully she walks the tray to her Masters side table...she turns to the Kitchen to clean up her mess then out the side of her vision she sees that her Master walked in to sit at his place...she smiles seeing him drink from the horn...she knows now she must bathe then be of service to him...she rushes to do just that...
~~drying her self off combing her hair and uses the vanilla scent she loves so..she makes her self presentable for her Master...she places the towel in the laundry basket...puts away the vanilla soap and comb...as she leaves the Kitchen her foot fall as silent as is she...she strides to his chair and takes a kneel to his right side...thigh touch as hands fall to her upper thighs resting palms down...she bows her crown of golden curls and whispers "morning Master she prays you slept well and that you are enjoying the breakfast that girl has prepared for you...may i be of any more use to you this morning?" she quietly awaits his reply...
~~there was a bit of clacking of the vessels together as she moved off and towards the Kitchen...as she disappeared from view there was a clatter that could have been heard as she set the items down atop of the counter...lashes fluttered as she inhaled softly before it was released slowly...she crouched down to drag out two basins sets them atop of the counter also...a pot taken as she filled it with water and set it over the fire and then another pot was taken and filled and placed over the fire...
~~the two pots were grasped as the water had warmed...not to the point of scalding but just enough so it would be a little hot to the touch which would be perfect to wash the vessels...one pot in each hand as she carried them towards the Kitchen counter...one set upon the floor as she tilted the one up and allowed the water to pour into one basin and then the water in the other pot poured into the other...a box of soap flakes was gathered and scattered about one basin and her hand dunked in and swirled it around to cause some suds...
~~she dumped the bowls...tankards and other items into the basin with the soapy water...a clean cloth gathered as she began to wash them...she didn't pay much attention what was going on while she was in the Kitchen...each item was taken time to clean before she would dunk it into the clean water...she continued to wash until each one was settled into the basin of clear water...then another cloth was gathered and she took the time to dry each vessel...
~~each item that was dry and placed back on the shelves...she then took time to empty each basin that held the now dirty water...those too was dried out and then placed back and the counter wiped down to clear it from any drops of water that might have fell upon it...placing everything back in place as she moved over to the counter...
~~"what's for breakfast" she said out loud to her self...thinks hard trying to figure out oO(what would her Master want her to make) looks to the cold storage and finds some smoked deer sausage...she takes a few links...then to the pantry and chooses some sweet sul and peppers with an onion...taking the ingredients to the counter she chopped up the onion...pepper...and the sweet sul places them on a baking pan coats with oil and salt and roasts them in the oven...the sausage links she put in a pot with some water and blanches them before setting to the open fire...
~~she takes up a tray and places the plate four of the tospit muffins she made that are wrapped with rence paper...a plate with the roasted vegetables with the deer sausage links a top...she adds a horn of Ale and a cutting board of pocket bread carefully she walks the tray to her Masters side table...she turns to the Kitchen to clean up her mess then out the side of her vision she sees that her Master walked in to sit at his place...she smiles seeing him drink from the horn...she knows now she must bathe then be of service to him...she rushes to do just that...
~~drying her self off combing her hair and uses the vanilla scent she loves so..she makes her self presentable for her Master...she places the towel in the laundry basket...puts away the vanilla soap and comb...as she leaves the Kitchen her foot fall as silent as is she...she strides to his chair and takes a kneel to his right side...thigh touch as hands fall to her upper thighs resting palms down...she bows her crown of golden curls and whispers "morning Master she prays you slept well and that you are enjoying the breakfast that girl has prepared for you...may i be of any more use to you this morning?" she quietly awaits his reply...
9/26/20 Tending to Animals
~~stretches as she wakes from the furs of her Masters bed...while her Master sleeps being quite as little as she can so not to wake him her steely blue eyes gazes out the window seeing that the land was still dark...yet the sounds of morning indicates that dawn was approaching...she shuts the window to keep the cool air out for now not wishing her Master to chill
~~carefully she slips down the Hall wincing as she tumbles on the throw rug that caused her to pause in silence...relaxing as she notes that the sound didn't waken anyone...she finishes making her way to the Main Room seeing the fire is wanting to die...she closes the window and opens the curtains
~~moves with care as she crouches by the fireplace...adding a few more logs to it...blowing gently to get the warm embers to catch and rekindle the flames...for it was noticeably cool this morning she decides to warm the Room and first prepare to head to the barn to refill the water and tend to the feeding of the animals...
~~heading to the door she fetches her kirtle as it hangs upon the peg by the doorway...bumping the door with her hip as she slips the light grey wool over her head as she makes it down the hill to approach the well...samiam upon her heels
~~stopping she takes the pails and hooks it upon the draw rope...tossing it down the well to start gathering the water...hearing the splash dreamer waits for a few ihns before she starts turning the crank to draw the pail back up...she grunts a little feeling the weight of the water within the pail as it was being pulled back up...
~~reaches out she grips the handle of the pail and pulls it close...unhooking it she carries the pail across the field towards the barnyard...moving to the watering trough she pours the water...filling it only slight made several more trips to the well and back to fully fill all the troughs as the animals starts to gather...
~~smiles as she watches...she steps over to the side...finding the ladder to the loft she climbs it to fetch several bales of hay...gently knocking two to three bales off the side...she slips back down to the ground...breaking them up she places them by the Bosk...Verr and Tarsk stalls for them to feed upon while she starts to clean their stalls...
~~taking the shovel to clear out the dung to use for the fires and the maintaining of the Garden...fetching more water she washes out the stalls before placing more hay down as bedding sighing as she gazes up at the newly risen sun as it climbs high over the land and hearing the sounds of people walking as she returns the bucket she thinks oO(has to be the thralls for us slaves get up early to get things done) when she places the bucket back where she found it...she hurries down to the stream to freshen up before doing anything else wishing to be well cleaned to serve her Master his Breakfast
~~carefully she slips down the Hall wincing as she tumbles on the throw rug that caused her to pause in silence...relaxing as she notes that the sound didn't waken anyone...she finishes making her way to the Main Room seeing the fire is wanting to die...she closes the window and opens the curtains
~~moves with care as she crouches by the fireplace...adding a few more logs to it...blowing gently to get the warm embers to catch and rekindle the flames...for it was noticeably cool this morning she decides to warm the Room and first prepare to head to the barn to refill the water and tend to the feeding of the animals...
~~heading to the door she fetches her kirtle as it hangs upon the peg by the doorway...bumping the door with her hip as she slips the light grey wool over her head as she makes it down the hill to approach the well...samiam upon her heels
~~stopping she takes the pails and hooks it upon the draw rope...tossing it down the well to start gathering the water...hearing the splash dreamer waits for a few ihns before she starts turning the crank to draw the pail back up...she grunts a little feeling the weight of the water within the pail as it was being pulled back up...
~~reaches out she grips the handle of the pail and pulls it close...unhooking it she carries the pail across the field towards the barnyard...moving to the watering trough she pours the water...filling it only slight made several more trips to the well and back to fully fill all the troughs as the animals starts to gather...
~~smiles as she watches...she steps over to the side...finding the ladder to the loft she climbs it to fetch several bales of hay...gently knocking two to three bales off the side...she slips back down to the ground...breaking them up she places them by the Bosk...Verr and Tarsk stalls for them to feed upon while she starts to clean their stalls...
~~taking the shovel to clear out the dung to use for the fires and the maintaining of the Garden...fetching more water she washes out the stalls before placing more hay down as bedding sighing as she gazes up at the newly risen sun as it climbs high over the land and hearing the sounds of people walking as she returns the bucket she thinks oO(has to be the thralls for us slaves get up early to get things done) when she places the bucket back where she found it...she hurries down to the stream to freshen up before doing anything else wishing to be well cleaned to serve her Master his Breakfast
9/25/20 Dinner Cooked
~~dreamer after messaging her Master and he fell sleep on the table she covered up with a fur and she put the oils up she placed his clothes folded on the chair along with his boots under the chair...she put her outfit back on and tip-toed out the Room and goes to the Kitchen to make dinner...she washes her hands and take out the big recipe book...she found the ones she wished to cook this evening in hopes her Master would be pleased
~~she followed the directions of the recipes to a tee.. cleaning up her mess as she goes...the Kitchen starts to smell good...she eats a peel of the carrots while she awaits them to cook and also the rice...she begins to make the bread pudding...stealing a chocolate chip here and there while mixing...stuffed it in the oven as she takes out the carrots placing them on a warming tray...
~~she begins the Bosk balls cutting them in square chunks and frying them up till done...she twists her mouth wondering oO(what do they taste like?) she sliced a piece that is cooked and samples it...she chews and chews then swallows thinks oO(hummmm...it is not my cup of tea but the Free Men all love them so that is a good thing just hopes my Master does too)
~~she plates the balls lays them to the warmer along with rice carrots...the hoe cakes don't take that long to cook so she whips up a bowl of batter and pours a few circles of batter to fry up much like pancakes flips them and keeps going till all the batter is gone
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~~she cleans up the last of her mess looks about and smiles the Kitchen smells good everything keeping warm all that needs done is the little bond to look her best...so she grabs a bar of soap and a towel and a new outfit and rushes to the Waters Edge to bathe...upon her return she sees her Master has dressed and made it to the Main Room i fetch him his Ale in his favorite Tankard and i bering him a plate of food then kneels at his feet contented
Bosk Testicles
Ingredients:
2 Bosk testicles
2 tablespoons olive oil
1 coffee cup vinegar
1 coffee cup flour
1 tablespoon oregano
1 tablespoon thyme
2 cloves garlic...peeled...minced
1 fresh...green onion cut in rings
Juice of 1 tospit
Salt Pepper
Prepare:
when you buy the Bosk testicles ask the Butcher to cut them in half and remove the outer membrane
soak the Bosk testicles in vinegar for a while...rinse in cold water...strain well and cut them into big square pieces
season with salt and pepper add oregano thyme and flour them slightly
heat olive oil in a frying pan saute' the minced garlic and onion rings add the Bosk and fry it hot oil until well browned on all sides sprinkle with lemon juice and serve on a small platter
Honey Glazed Carrots
Ingredients:
1/4 cup butter
2 tbsp. honey
1/2 tsp. dried rosemary
1/2 tsp. garlic powder
salt & pepper
15 carrots peeled and halved lengthwise
Fresh thyme...for garnish
Prepare:
in a saucepan over low heat...melt butter....stir in honey...rosemary...and garlic powder and season with salt and pepper
place carrots on a large baking sheet...pour over the glaze and toss until coated
roast until caramelized and glazed...35 to 40 ehn
garnish with thyme...if desired...before serving
Perfect White Rice
add the flour...cornmeal...and sugar to a large bowl...add the eggs and buttermilk to a smaller bowl and whisk well
combine the wet ingredients with the dry ingredients along with 1/4 cup of vegetable oil and 1/2 cup of water
mix well to combine all ingredients but don’t over mix
the batter will be thick...if you think it is too thick...add a bit more water...about 1 tablespoon at a time until it gets to the consistency you like
add 1/4 cup of vegetable oil to a large skillet over medium heat....when the oil is hot...add the batter using a large spoon
about two tablespoons of batter will make a hoecake about 3 inches across
cook the hoecake about 1-2 ehn on each side...or until each side is brown and the edges are crispy
remove the hoecakes and drain them on a piece of rence paper
serve immediately
~~she followed the directions of the recipes to a tee.. cleaning up her mess as she goes...the Kitchen starts to smell good...she eats a peel of the carrots while she awaits them to cook and also the rice...she begins to make the bread pudding...stealing a chocolate chip here and there while mixing...stuffed it in the oven as she takes out the carrots placing them on a warming tray...
~~she begins the Bosk balls cutting them in square chunks and frying them up till done...she twists her mouth wondering oO(what do they taste like?) she sliced a piece that is cooked and samples it...she chews and chews then swallows thinks oO(hummmm...it is not my cup of tea but the Free Men all love them so that is a good thing just hopes my Master does too)
~~she plates the balls lays them to the warmer along with rice carrots...the hoe cakes don't take that long to cook so she whips up a bowl of batter and pours a few circles of batter to fry up much like pancakes flips them and keeps going till all the batter is gone
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~~she cleans up the last of her mess looks about and smiles the Kitchen smells good everything keeping warm all that needs done is the little bond to look her best...so she grabs a bar of soap and a towel and a new outfit and rushes to the Waters Edge to bathe...upon her return she sees her Master has dressed and made it to the Main Room i fetch him his Ale in his favorite Tankard and i bering him a plate of food then kneels at his feet contented
Bosk Testicles
Ingredients:
2 Bosk testicles
2 tablespoons olive oil
1 coffee cup vinegar
1 coffee cup flour
1 tablespoon oregano
1 tablespoon thyme
2 cloves garlic...peeled...minced
1 fresh...green onion cut in rings
Juice of 1 tospit
Salt Pepper
Prepare:
when you buy the Bosk testicles ask the Butcher to cut them in half and remove the outer membrane
soak the Bosk testicles in vinegar for a while...rinse in cold water...strain well and cut them into big square pieces
season with salt and pepper add oregano thyme and flour them slightly
heat olive oil in a frying pan saute' the minced garlic and onion rings add the Bosk and fry it hot oil until well browned on all sides sprinkle with lemon juice and serve on a small platter
Honey Glazed Carrots
Ingredients:
1/4 cup butter
2 tbsp. honey
1/2 tsp. dried rosemary
1/2 tsp. garlic powder
salt & pepper
15 carrots peeled and halved lengthwise
Fresh thyme...for garnish
Prepare:
in a saucepan over low heat...melt butter....stir in honey...rosemary...and garlic powder and season with salt and pepper
place carrots on a large baking sheet...pour over the glaze and toss until coated
roast until caramelized and glazed...35 to 40 ehn
garnish with thyme...if desired...before serving
Perfect White Rice
- Ingredients:
- 1 cup long-grain white rice...1/2 teaspoon salt
- Prepare:
- bring 2 cups water to a boil in a medium saucepan.
- stir in rice and salt and return to a boil over medium high
- reduce heat to a simmer...cover...and cook until rice is tender and has absorbed all the liquid
- 16 to 18 ehn
- the rice should be studded with craters...or steam holes...when it is ready
- remove from heat and let steam...covered...for 10 ehn
- then fluff with a fork and serve
- Chocolate Bread Pudding
- Ingredients
- For the Bread Pudding:
- 1 tablespoon unsalted butter
- 5 cups bread (cubed)
- 1/2 cup sugar
- 1/4 cup unsweetened cocoa powder
- 1 teaspoon ground cinnamon
- 1/2 teaspoon salt
- 1 cup whole milk
- 1 cup heavy cream
- 2 Vulo eggs
- 1 teaspoon vanilla
- 3/4 cup chocolate chips
- For the Topping:
- 1/4 cup chocolate chips
- 1/4 cup heavy cream
Prepare:- cput the bread into 1inch cubes....this is a great use of stale bread although you can use fresh bread as is...stale bread will absorb the liquid better
if your bread is fresh...lightly toast the cubes by spreading them out on a baking sheet and placing them in the oven for 10 ehn or you can also leave them on the counter overnight
in a large bowl...whisk together the sugar...unsweetened cocoa powder...ground cinnamon...salt...whole milk...heavy cream...eggs...and vanilla
fold in the bread cubes and chocolate chips and allow the mixture to sit for about half an ahn for the bread to absorb some of the liquid
put in oven
butter a medium sized baking dish and pour in the bread mixture and all the unabsorbed liquid
Note that it will puff as it bakes and then slightly deflate when it cools down after baking
place on a baking sheet to catch any drips and bake for 30 to 40 ehn or until the mixture is set
make the topping by melting the chocolate chips for a few seconds and stirring in the heavy cream until smooth
pour over the top of the bread pudding and serve warm or at room temperature
Hoe Cakes/Johnny Cakes
- 1 cup self-rising flour 1 cup self rising Sa-Tarna flour
- 1 cup self-rising cornmeal1 cup self rising cornmeal
- 2 eggs beaten2 eggs beaten
- 1 Tbsp sugar1 Tbsp sugar
- 3/4 cup buttermilk3/4 cup buttermilk
- 1/2 cup water1/2 cup water
- 1/2 cup vegetable oil divided
- Prepare:
add the flour...cornmeal...and sugar to a large bowl...add the eggs and buttermilk to a smaller bowl and whisk well
combine the wet ingredients with the dry ingredients along with 1/4 cup of vegetable oil and 1/2 cup of water
mix well to combine all ingredients but don’t over mix
the batter will be thick...if you think it is too thick...add a bit more water...about 1 tablespoon at a time until it gets to the consistency you like
add 1/4 cup of vegetable oil to a large skillet over medium heat....when the oil is hot...add the batter using a large spoon
about two tablespoons of batter will make a hoecake about 3 inches across
cook the hoecake about 1-2 ehn on each side...or until each side is brown and the edges are crispy
remove the hoecakes and drain them on a piece of rence paper
serve immediately
9/25/20 my Masters massage
[11:20a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ while he began to remove his clothing, slipped to fetch the flask of almond oil...the base to which she would add just a little lavender and a little more tur wood for a more masculine scent...she placed the flask down carefully and took the tunic from his hand “thank you Master…” she folded it anyways to a careful pile and once again lifted the flask and moved to his side
[11:23a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ slipped the shoulder of her camisk top off pulling it up over her head...her pert curved breasts set free...folding that she set it aside...her thumbs hooking into the chalwar pants...sliding them down over her hips...folded too and rest beneath the table...the flask placed by his chest...she pressed her palms to the table and hopped up...her thighs splayed carefully across his own
[11:27a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ he reaches for the flask once more...filling her palm with the sweet scent and began to warm the oil in her hands before she set them firmly to his lower back spread the oil slowly and firmly...her palms either side of his spine forcing the movement of blood towards his heart...then lifting herself she scooted forward to reach for the tense knotted muscles of his shoulders her hands were small but remarkably strong...wringing the length of his shoulder slowly working the muscle slowly beneath her palms
[11:28a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ hand never once left contact with his skin...her movements slow...measured and fluid....nothing rushed...nothing unintentional...she spread her fingers across to his left shoulder...working the muscle with the same wringing motion to loosen it and allow the blood to flow freely
[11:31a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ rested her forearm a moment...reaching again for the flask and warming oil for longer this time in the heat of her hands…she began to work back down his spine...her hips curling to counter the movement of her hand "i beg Master...that you let me know if the pressure is enough or too hard" her voice rather than the usual clear chime took on a soft husk...spilling gently over her lips
[11:34a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ she continued to spread the oil now across his lower back...the heel of her palm kneading the tight muscles supporting his lower back,...bringing them down over his buttocks then back round to either side of his spine...again not once did her hands leave his flesh...her small frame maneuvered without disturbance to where it was needed
[11:37a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ once more splayed her thighs her hands shifting to the chiseled muscle of his left thigh working the blood again up towards his heart her hands ran the full length from knee right to his hip not cheating him out of the length of her strokes trailed her hands firmly above his groin to move to his right leg...the length of stroke slow and fluid she was thoroughly engrossed in the manipulation of his flesh the movements as relaxing for herself as they were often found to be by those she was attentive to
[11:40a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ alternated firm wringing strokes across the muscle...each one slipping higher up his thigh till the back of her hand were grazing the soft skin at the join of his legs...she leaned forward...her breasts brushing against his upper thighs as she placed another tender kiss to the soft dip at each of his hips
[11:46a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ crawled further up his body...this time resting her weight on his thighs...gently...with long flowing strokes she began to massage the taut muscles of his belly....all the movements clockwise to aid digestion....she paused...her forearm on his belly to tip more oil into her hands...which she warmed carefully before reaching up to spread it across his chest
[11:47a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ eyes were fixed to her hands as they moved languidly across his flesh “Master… what would please you?” she questioned lightly
[11:50a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ lips curled to a smile...perhaps he had relaxed so deeply her words no longer penetrated his consciousness...rather than pester him...she continued to run her hands over his flesh....now more explorative than massaging... feeling each bump and dip of his muscles...the texture of his skin he said "everything you did was pleasing me and you are skilled...i expected that" he murmurs "just continue your serve"
[11:53a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ responded with her own soft murmur...the utter pleasure of simple contact of flesh filling her slave belly contentedly “thank you Master i am yours to use or see used as it pleases you Master"
[11:23a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ slipped the shoulder of her camisk top off pulling it up over her head...her pert curved breasts set free...folding that she set it aside...her thumbs hooking into the chalwar pants...sliding them down over her hips...folded too and rest beneath the table...the flask placed by his chest...she pressed her palms to the table and hopped up...her thighs splayed carefully across his own
[11:27a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ he reaches for the flask once more...filling her palm with the sweet scent and began to warm the oil in her hands before she set them firmly to his lower back spread the oil slowly and firmly...her palms either side of his spine forcing the movement of blood towards his heart...then lifting herself she scooted forward to reach for the tense knotted muscles of his shoulders her hands were small but remarkably strong...wringing the length of his shoulder slowly working the muscle slowly beneath her palms
[11:28a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ hand never once left contact with his skin...her movements slow...measured and fluid....nothing rushed...nothing unintentional...she spread her fingers across to his left shoulder...working the muscle with the same wringing motion to loosen it and allow the blood to flow freely
[11:31a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ rested her forearm a moment...reaching again for the flask and warming oil for longer this time in the heat of her hands…she began to work back down his spine...her hips curling to counter the movement of her hand "i beg Master...that you let me know if the pressure is enough or too hard" her voice rather than the usual clear chime took on a soft husk...spilling gently over her lips
[11:34a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ she continued to spread the oil now across his lower back...the heel of her palm kneading the tight muscles supporting his lower back,...bringing them down over his buttocks then back round to either side of his spine...again not once did her hands leave his flesh...her small frame maneuvered without disturbance to where it was needed
[11:37a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ once more splayed her thighs her hands shifting to the chiseled muscle of his left thigh working the blood again up towards his heart her hands ran the full length from knee right to his hip not cheating him out of the length of her strokes trailed her hands firmly above his groin to move to his right leg...the length of stroke slow and fluid she was thoroughly engrossed in the manipulation of his flesh the movements as relaxing for herself as they were often found to be by those she was attentive to
[11:40a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ alternated firm wringing strokes across the muscle...each one slipping higher up his thigh till the back of her hand were grazing the soft skin at the join of his legs...she leaned forward...her breasts brushing against his upper thighs as she placed another tender kiss to the soft dip at each of his hips
[11:46a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ crawled further up his body...this time resting her weight on his thighs...gently...with long flowing strokes she began to massage the taut muscles of his belly....all the movements clockwise to aid digestion....she paused...her forearm on his belly to tip more oil into her hands...which she warmed carefully before reaching up to spread it across his chest
[11:47a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ eyes were fixed to her hands as they moved languidly across his flesh “Master… what would please you?” she questioned lightly
[11:50a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ lips curled to a smile...perhaps he had relaxed so deeply her words no longer penetrated his consciousness...rather than pester him...she continued to run her hands over his flesh....now more explorative than massaging... feeling each bump and dip of his muscles...the texture of his skin he said "everything you did was pleasing me and you are skilled...i expected that" he murmurs "just continue your serve"
[11:53a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ responded with her own soft murmur...the utter pleasure of simple contact of flesh filling her slave belly contentedly “thank you Master i am yours to use or see used as it pleases you Master"
9/25/20 Sensual Gorean slave
mind racing...heart thumping as she moves through the crowd...back straightening...chin lifting...girl standing proud.
the Room slowly fading as all start to hush...blood pumping through veins with a fiery rush
mouth suddenly dry as tongue wets luscious lips...Kaskas meter the rhythm driving sensuous hips...breasts bouncing and jiggling as hands sway overhead...feet tapping the beat with each step that they tread
lids lowering as dark lashes sweep down veiling blue eyes...palms running down body and over voluptuous thighs...body gyrating and pulsating to the chaotic beat...feet moving faster as band’s tempo they meet
eyes opening wide glancing to all those around...feeling the heat as a Man’s eyes are found...the lust and the hunger that she sees in his stare...sends tingles all the way from her toes to blonde hair
heart lurching as the axis of her world makes a shift...shoulders pulling back...heavy breasts rise and lift...a gentle pink flush kisses ivory skin...betraying emotions warring within
the girl that she was upon birth treated a Free...clawing and clinging to morals from her worth...mind screaming in protest to feelings deep in her soul...“you slut!!” “you whore!!” “fight!! keep some control!!”
say the voices within “if you want respect from a Man...show him you can be as tough as he can...don’t go all demure...soft and submissive...of his sexual advances...be aloof and dismissive!”
the music begins to increase its cadence...she sees the Free Women look to her askance...her hands...it seems...with a mind of their own...have pressed to lithe torso and started to roam
palms pressed to belly then sweeping up...round breasts they do squeeze, then suddenly cup...her lips start to quiver with tremulous moans...fingers tweaking her nipples turning moans into groans
her mind says one thing...but her body another...as she gets hot and sweaty, and all in a-bother...the conditioning she’s had since arriving in Gor...makes denying her true self too hard any more
she’s tasted the joy of what it’s like to be free...to wiggle and squirm...to beg...moan and plea...to enjoy the power of each mighty thrust...as her hips buck and grind to meet a Man’s lust
the labels of shame bitch...slut and whore...don’t carry the same meaning any more...in fact, now they’re almost badges of honor...representing her status of a girl in a collar
the fear she once had to let herself feel...now seems to have vanished and become quite surreal...instead there’s a thrill that burns right to her core...an exhilaration she’s never experienced before
arms wrapping around her...hugging self tight...these emotions so powerful! so natural! so right!...she’s no longer that sad creature from birth...the Masters of Gor have given her rebirth
she’s now a sexual beast who embraces her lust...to yield fully and wholly to Men is a must...the girl has no choice but to writhe at their feet...to moan and to sob as her need reaches full heat
the way that she moves is now full of grace...serenity and fulfillment shine in her face...a Man’s Mastery and strength...now she does crave...why? Because she’s a sensual...Gorean slave
the Room slowly fading as all start to hush...blood pumping through veins with a fiery rush
mouth suddenly dry as tongue wets luscious lips...Kaskas meter the rhythm driving sensuous hips...breasts bouncing and jiggling as hands sway overhead...feet tapping the beat with each step that they tread
lids lowering as dark lashes sweep down veiling blue eyes...palms running down body and over voluptuous thighs...body gyrating and pulsating to the chaotic beat...feet moving faster as band’s tempo they meet
eyes opening wide glancing to all those around...feeling the heat as a Man’s eyes are found...the lust and the hunger that she sees in his stare...sends tingles all the way from her toes to blonde hair
heart lurching as the axis of her world makes a shift...shoulders pulling back...heavy breasts rise and lift...a gentle pink flush kisses ivory skin...betraying emotions warring within
the girl that she was upon birth treated a Free...clawing and clinging to morals from her worth...mind screaming in protest to feelings deep in her soul...“you slut!!” “you whore!!” “fight!! keep some control!!”
say the voices within “if you want respect from a Man...show him you can be as tough as he can...don’t go all demure...soft and submissive...of his sexual advances...be aloof and dismissive!”
the music begins to increase its cadence...she sees the Free Women look to her askance...her hands...it seems...with a mind of their own...have pressed to lithe torso and started to roam
palms pressed to belly then sweeping up...round breasts they do squeeze, then suddenly cup...her lips start to quiver with tremulous moans...fingers tweaking her nipples turning moans into groans
her mind says one thing...but her body another...as she gets hot and sweaty, and all in a-bother...the conditioning she’s had since arriving in Gor...makes denying her true self too hard any more
she’s tasted the joy of what it’s like to be free...to wiggle and squirm...to beg...moan and plea...to enjoy the power of each mighty thrust...as her hips buck and grind to meet a Man’s lust
the labels of shame bitch...slut and whore...don’t carry the same meaning any more...in fact, now they’re almost badges of honor...representing her status of a girl in a collar
the fear she once had to let herself feel...now seems to have vanished and become quite surreal...instead there’s a thrill that burns right to her core...an exhilaration she’s never experienced before
arms wrapping around her...hugging self tight...these emotions so powerful! so natural! so right!...she’s no longer that sad creature from birth...the Masters of Gor have given her rebirth
she’s now a sexual beast who embraces her lust...to yield fully and wholly to Men is a must...the girl has no choice but to writhe at their feet...to moan and to sob as her need reaches full heat
the way that she moves is now full of grace...serenity and fulfillment shine in her face...a Man’s Mastery and strength...now she does crave...why? Because she’s a sensual...Gorean slave
9/24/20 Administrators Office--Small Treatment Room Cleaned--Lunch
[01:20p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ after putting away her Masters clothes and hers she goes collects some cleaning supplies and head down the Hall to the Offices of the Free...1st Office is of her Masters the Administrators Office opens the door and walks in putting her supplies at the door...takes a rep cloth and goes around dusting the shelves and the plaques on the wall
[01:23p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ as she passes the windows she i opens the blinds and opens the window letting the fresh air in then wipes the window frames ridding it of dead insects and dust...to his desk she applies so bees wax and polishes the desk to where she can see her beautiful smile...in one corner she leaves her lip prints a kiss of devotion
[01:27p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ with the broom we sweep away all the dust and dirt and dead insects...she tosses them in the fire that is still burning bright...next with a damp mop she moves back and forth making a wet shine on the floor...she mops her self out the door...taking her supplies with her she pads down the hall to the Small Treatment Room where Mistress Sascha spends her time working when not studying...to the window i rush to the Room smells musty opens the blinds and opens the window
[01:32p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ the wind rushes in and does it job of making the room smell fresh and alive...yesterday all the beds were changed and they have not been touched for no one was needing medical help...looks top my hands thinking i could of perhaps need some of that healing salve my Master used on the Outrider to rid my hands of soap sting and tiny cuts while i scrubbed clothes she will ask him this evening after Dinner if he could help or if i see Mistress i could ask her surely she has some also
[01:35p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ i go around the room wiping the window sill and apron also the book shelves and medicine shelves...i leave alone any of the beakers and the burners alone di not wish to knock and over who knows i could blow up the place for all i know
[01:38p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ with all the dusting finished i toss out the trash and then i go about sweeping from corner to corner then the dust pan eats up all i sweep in it...getting rid of the dirt...i go about the room before i take a damp mop and i fluff up the pillow on each of the beds... Mr. Mop and me dance the jig all about the floor not missing one spot we leave our mark on the floor for we can se our selves now she giggles
[01:41p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ taking up the supplies she places them back to where they belong she washes the mop out sit in by the Hearth to dry and tosses the rep clothes to the Laundry...she goes and washes her hands and fixes her Master a Lunch tray food chosen from the food the Kitchen wench prepared...she takes the tray out to his seat just knowing he will be on time like always i kneel and await to serve him
LUNCH
Grilled Tarsk Sausage w/Onions
Smoked Baked Beans with Brown Sugar & Bacon
Parmesan Truffle Potato Wedges
DESERT: Stuffed Grilled Peaches
[01:23p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ as she passes the windows she i opens the blinds and opens the window letting the fresh air in then wipes the window frames ridding it of dead insects and dust...to his desk she applies so bees wax and polishes the desk to where she can see her beautiful smile...in one corner she leaves her lip prints a kiss of devotion
[01:27p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ with the broom we sweep away all the dust and dirt and dead insects...she tosses them in the fire that is still burning bright...next with a damp mop she moves back and forth making a wet shine on the floor...she mops her self out the door...taking her supplies with her she pads down the hall to the Small Treatment Room where Mistress Sascha spends her time working when not studying...to the window i rush to the Room smells musty opens the blinds and opens the window
[01:32p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ the wind rushes in and does it job of making the room smell fresh and alive...yesterday all the beds were changed and they have not been touched for no one was needing medical help...looks top my hands thinking i could of perhaps need some of that healing salve my Master used on the Outrider to rid my hands of soap sting and tiny cuts while i scrubbed clothes she will ask him this evening after Dinner if he could help or if i see Mistress i could ask her surely she has some also
[01:35p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ i go around the room wiping the window sill and apron also the book shelves and medicine shelves...i leave alone any of the beakers and the burners alone di not wish to knock and over who knows i could blow up the place for all i know
[01:38p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ with all the dusting finished i toss out the trash and then i go about sweeping from corner to corner then the dust pan eats up all i sweep in it...getting rid of the dirt...i go about the room before i take a damp mop and i fluff up the pillow on each of the beds... Mr. Mop and me dance the jig all about the floor not missing one spot we leave our mark on the floor for we can se our selves now she giggles
[01:41p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ taking up the supplies she places them back to where they belong she washes the mop out sit in by the Hearth to dry and tosses the rep clothes to the Laundry...she goes and washes her hands and fixes her Master a Lunch tray food chosen from the food the Kitchen wench prepared...she takes the tray out to his seat just knowing he will be on time like always i kneel and await to serve him
LUNCH
Grilled Tarsk Sausage w/Onions
Smoked Baked Beans with Brown Sugar & Bacon
Parmesan Truffle Potato Wedges
DESERT: Stuffed Grilled Peaches
9/24/20 Washing my Masters clothes & mine
[11:28a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ it was approaching autumn in Port Olni the leaves were turning from a dull green to radiant shades of reds and yellows the wind now cool and brisk...dreamer hears a distant roar of thunder far off the horizon...the wind catches her hair of brilliant gold and whips it in front of her face to land on her full...supple lips
[11:30a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ she takes a delicate finger and sensually flips it back to its place...doing so...she catches a glimpse of her Master...standing tall and proud...his strong...muscular shape and handsome face puts a smile to her lips
[11:34a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ dreamer the demure slave girl takes delicate steps toward her daily chore...her petite frame swaying with every step... she reaches the wash bin where she readies it for laundering the Laundry wench washed bedding yesterday but it was time to wash my Masters clothes and hers...her curvaceous thighs straddle the basin and she begins dipping the clothing into the soapy water...taking care not to use too much soap
[11:37a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ her hands notice the cool water and the soap stings her hands...she scrubs the cloth until she is satisfied it has been cleansed...she nicks her finger on a sharp piece that is protruding out...dreamer grimaces from the pain and brings her finger closer to inspect it
[11:39a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ small amount of blood starts to come to the surface...she places her finger to her lips...sucking gently on her finger to stop the bleeding...she wrings the cloth out...water splashing up onto her skin of her legs and thighs....she shivers as the cool water drips steadily down her leg
[11:42a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ the lil bond then focuses her attention on hanging the clothes on a line of twin to dry...ass she reaches up to pin the cloth...more cold water runs down her arm...to the curve of her inner shoulder...then down upon her breast...her hands now almost numb from the chill of the water and the cool air
[11:44a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ as she is hanging up the last piece of clothing...she looks past the edge of the garment and sees her Master...he is watching her...his eyes follow the curve of her arm...of her breast...of her hips...dreamer feels the edges of her mouth turning upward...making s subtle smile...then hides herself behind the clothing
[11:48a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ after a ahn or so she then carries the garments inside...where they will be safe from the soon to be harsh weather...she fold them and puts the clothes back in her Masters Chambers her chores now done for the time being...she retreats to the Library for more studies...takes a deep breath and exhales it slowly
[11:50a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ hoping that her Master knows just how much she wishes to please him...with her soap stung skin...and her burnt and bleeding fingers...however...the glance from her Master makes it all worth every ache and pain...she stands proud to be called her Master’s pet
[11:30a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ she takes a delicate finger and sensually flips it back to its place...doing so...she catches a glimpse of her Master...standing tall and proud...his strong...muscular shape and handsome face puts a smile to her lips
[11:34a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ dreamer the demure slave girl takes delicate steps toward her daily chore...her petite frame swaying with every step... she reaches the wash bin where she readies it for laundering the Laundry wench washed bedding yesterday but it was time to wash my Masters clothes and hers...her curvaceous thighs straddle the basin and she begins dipping the clothing into the soapy water...taking care not to use too much soap
[11:37a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ her hands notice the cool water and the soap stings her hands...she scrubs the cloth until she is satisfied it has been cleansed...she nicks her finger on a sharp piece that is protruding out...dreamer grimaces from the pain and brings her finger closer to inspect it
[11:39a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ small amount of blood starts to come to the surface...she places her finger to her lips...sucking gently on her finger to stop the bleeding...she wrings the cloth out...water splashing up onto her skin of her legs and thighs....she shivers as the cool water drips steadily down her leg
[11:42a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ the lil bond then focuses her attention on hanging the clothes on a line of twin to dry...ass she reaches up to pin the cloth...more cold water runs down her arm...to the curve of her inner shoulder...then down upon her breast...her hands now almost numb from the chill of the water and the cool air
[11:44a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ as she is hanging up the last piece of clothing...she looks past the edge of the garment and sees her Master...he is watching her...his eyes follow the curve of her arm...of her breast...of her hips...dreamer feels the edges of her mouth turning upward...making s subtle smile...then hides herself behind the clothing
[11:48a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ after a ahn or so she then carries the garments inside...where they will be safe from the soon to be harsh weather...she fold them and puts the clothes back in her Masters Chambers her chores now done for the time being...she retreats to the Library for more studies...takes a deep breath and exhales it slowly
[11:50a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ hoping that her Master knows just how much she wishes to please him...with her soap stung skin...and her burnt and bleeding fingers...however...the glance from her Master makes it all worth every ache and pain...she stands proud to be called her Master’s pet
9/23/20 Stuffed Mushrooms with Snails
[11:35a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ dreamer see some Outriders coming back from the snail festival near the Thassa...they have brought with them a box of fresh naked big snails...and a few bottles of Ka-la-na Wine...they give the box to the lil bond so she can prepare the Lunch meal
[11:38a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ she goes to the Kitchen wassets down the box washes her hands then cleans the snails in the fresh water from the brook...this to remove any dirt and any toxins which might be at the surface...after the cleaning she takes a big kettle...which she fills with brook water drawn by one of the other girls
[11:41a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ dreamer adds the water...salt and some spices to the water after which she heats up the fire till cooking temperature...then she led glide each big snail into the cooking water making sure not to let the water splash out and burn her
[11:44a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ while the snails were cooking dreamer takes a few ounces of Bosk Butter and some crushed Garlic...she mixes the Butter and the Garlic...she add some Parsley for the taste...dreamer sees that the snails were cooking were done and she fishes out all snails in the water and puts them on a plate
[11:48a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ she then takes some big Mushrooms the thralls have found near the tunnel to the bath house...she takes a big pan and heats half the Bosk-Garlic Butter in it...then she throws in the Mushrooms...putting the remaining butter at each of the mushrooms
[11:49a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ when the Mushrooms are ready she takes them from the fire and let them cool off before filling each mushroom with 2 snails...she adds some rasped Bosk cheese crust and some extra parsley at each mushroom...to finish the meal she again places the pan at the fire and let the Mushrooms and Snails broil for 5 ehn
[11:51a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ she divides the Snails on a few platters so the girls can serve the Free she takes one plater and she takes it to her Masters seat along with his Tankard of Ale setting them before him also some toasted Garlic Bread...as she takes to his lap then she speaks "Master...your Lunch...fresh snails from the Thassa from the Outriders dreamer hopes you like the way she fixed them" she smiles to him as he picks his fork up looking to her quizzed
[11:38a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ she goes to the Kitchen wassets down the box washes her hands then cleans the snails in the fresh water from the brook...this to remove any dirt and any toxins which might be at the surface...after the cleaning she takes a big kettle...which she fills with brook water drawn by one of the other girls
[11:41a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ dreamer adds the water...salt and some spices to the water after which she heats up the fire till cooking temperature...then she led glide each big snail into the cooking water making sure not to let the water splash out and burn her
[11:44a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ while the snails were cooking dreamer takes a few ounces of Bosk Butter and some crushed Garlic...she mixes the Butter and the Garlic...she add some Parsley for the taste...dreamer sees that the snails were cooking were done and she fishes out all snails in the water and puts them on a plate
[11:48a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ she then takes some big Mushrooms the thralls have found near the tunnel to the bath house...she takes a big pan and heats half the Bosk-Garlic Butter in it...then she throws in the Mushrooms...putting the remaining butter at each of the mushrooms
[11:49a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ when the Mushrooms are ready she takes them from the fire and let them cool off before filling each mushroom with 2 snails...she adds some rasped Bosk cheese crust and some extra parsley at each mushroom...to finish the meal she again places the pan at the fire and let the Mushrooms and Snails broil for 5 ehn
[11:51a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ she divides the Snails on a few platters so the girls can serve the Free she takes one plater and she takes it to her Masters seat along with his Tankard of Ale setting them before him also some toasted Garlic Bread...as she takes to his lap then she speaks "Master...your Lunch...fresh snails from the Thassa from the Outriders dreamer hopes you like the way she fixed them" she smiles to him as he picks his fork up looking to her quizzed
9/23/20 Chambers & Guest Room Cleaned
~~it was Wednesday which meant the Laundry wench needs to get all the bedding to be cleaned...when waking up i stripped my Master Bed and samiams little bed i tossed them out in the Hall and headed to Mistress Sashas Chambers and opened her curtain to let the sun in and open her window for the morning breeze in then stripped her bed of bedding and added them to the pile...then a quick trip to the Guest Room doing the same
~~bundling all up and heads to the Laundry Room and sets them next to the other bundles...i get the tiny cart that has cleaning supplies on it a broom dustpan and i add a damp mop to the cart and pushes the cart to my Master Chambers...i take a rep cloth and some oil and go around the rum dusting the wood...as i pass the window i open the curtains and opens the window..i take in the morning air and it makes me feel alive
~~i put a few logs on the fire knowing the morning get kind of chilly now at night wellll....my Master a has me to keep the Furs warm...but soon he will need to light a small fire to burn through the night any how it is stocked to do either morning or night...with the broom i go around sweeping under the bed and the side tables and especially where he takes his boots off
~~the dust pan eats all i can feed it from this room...i straighten a few more things here and there then Mr. Mop shines the tiles of my Masters Chambers to where i can see my self...waiting on the floor to dry i slip over to Mistress Sascha Chambers...i take up another rep with oil and dance around her room the dresser wardrobe side tables...i take up her books and lay them on the dresser and the crumbled papers i toss them in the fireplace where the still hot embers were burning
~~i also place some logs for i know she comes to nap and i wouldn't want her to come to a cold Room...the broom and i gather up the dust and dirt and we feed the dust pan....then a damp mopping is done we head to the Guest Room...opens the window and pull the curtains aside...the fireplace as not been touched guess the Mistress that was staying did not get cold
~~i dust the woodwork and i straighten up the pile of clothes tossed around i fold them and sit them on the trunk...i sweep and mop and heads out to the Hall pushes the cart to the Laundry then i choose 3 bedding sets and 3 duvets and a fuzzy blanket for samiams little bed...and i make my way to the Chambers again
~~i fit the bottom sheet and top sheet tucked the pillows cased and then fluffed and the duvet tossed on the bed just so...i take the fuzzy lil blanket and make samiams bed up..it is so cute...looking around at my Masters Chamber i would think he would be please in his finding...i go next to Mistress Sashas Chambers
~~the sheets on just so and the pillows fluffed and ready for a sleepy head and the duvet set atop all looks lovely as the Mistress herself...i look out her window and see the Laundry wench hanging the sheets and the pillow cases and the breeze blowing just enough to let the sheet bellow in the wind knowing they will not take long drying...especially with the suns help..i look about Mistress will be pleased
~~the Guest Chambers i make the bed up fluffing the pillows and making sure the duvet is even on each side of the bed...when done i make my way down to the Kitchen and gets a plate of cookies and i take them to the Guest Chambers and set the plate on the side table as a sweet treat for the Misstress who is visiting..i leave the Room with a smile
~~bundling all up and heads to the Laundry Room and sets them next to the other bundles...i get the tiny cart that has cleaning supplies on it a broom dustpan and i add a damp mop to the cart and pushes the cart to my Master Chambers...i take a rep cloth and some oil and go around the rum dusting the wood...as i pass the window i open the curtains and opens the window..i take in the morning air and it makes me feel alive
~~i put a few logs on the fire knowing the morning get kind of chilly now at night wellll....my Master a has me to keep the Furs warm...but soon he will need to light a small fire to burn through the night any how it is stocked to do either morning or night...with the broom i go around sweeping under the bed and the side tables and especially where he takes his boots off
~~the dust pan eats all i can feed it from this room...i straighten a few more things here and there then Mr. Mop shines the tiles of my Masters Chambers to where i can see my self...waiting on the floor to dry i slip over to Mistress Sascha Chambers...i take up another rep with oil and dance around her room the dresser wardrobe side tables...i take up her books and lay them on the dresser and the crumbled papers i toss them in the fireplace where the still hot embers were burning
~~i also place some logs for i know she comes to nap and i wouldn't want her to come to a cold Room...the broom and i gather up the dust and dirt and we feed the dust pan....then a damp mopping is done we head to the Guest Room...opens the window and pull the curtains aside...the fireplace as not been touched guess the Mistress that was staying did not get cold
~~i dust the woodwork and i straighten up the pile of clothes tossed around i fold them and sit them on the trunk...i sweep and mop and heads out to the Hall pushes the cart to the Laundry then i choose 3 bedding sets and 3 duvets and a fuzzy blanket for samiams little bed...and i make my way to the Chambers again
~~i fit the bottom sheet and top sheet tucked the pillows cased and then fluffed and the duvet tossed on the bed just so...i take the fuzzy lil blanket and make samiams bed up..it is so cute...looking around at my Masters Chamber i would think he would be please in his finding...i go next to Mistress Sashas Chambers
~~the sheets on just so and the pillows fluffed and ready for a sleepy head and the duvet set atop all looks lovely as the Mistress herself...i look out her window and see the Laundry wench hanging the sheets and the pillow cases and the breeze blowing just enough to let the sheet bellow in the wind knowing they will not take long drying...especially with the suns help..i look about Mistress will be pleased
~~the Guest Chambers i make the bed up fluffing the pillows and making sure the duvet is even on each side of the bed...when done i make my way down to the Kitchen and gets a plate of cookies and i take them to the Guest Chambers and set the plate on the side table as a sweet treat for the Misstress who is visiting..i leave the Room with a smile
9/22/20 Preperations made
removing finger prints...and dust...her full form slips in and out of each Room seeming to glide over the smooth tiled floor only the tender clank of the glass hurricane lamp against the metal bases of each lamp can be heard as dreamer continues inspecting them
after checking the last lamp...she pads down the Hall to the Supply Closet where she picks up a large bottle of lamp oil which she carefully cradles in her small hands as she moves out to refill the lamps that need it...her hips sway as she quickly moves into the various rooms lifting the glass and filling the bases with the clear oil
crystal blue orbs watch closely making sure she does not spill a drop...afterwards...she returns the half empty bottle to the Supply Closet then she flits from Room to Room lighting at least one lamp in each before making her way to the Main Room where she lights most of the lamps giving the room a warm...cheery glow
then kneels upon the furs before the Room's large fireplace...and she stokes the fire making it leap and dance before her while she thinks of her handsome Master wishing one would come and sweep her away to his Chambers and pleasures himself with her...smiles seeing samiam roll in to the Room...running to her...she reaches her hands down and pulls samiam to her bosom hugging him and petting him...saying
"you being a good boi samiam...best be...i nay wish to be punished cause of you...yeahhh your a good boi huh huh" samiam loving the petting and attention that she is giving him...he lick here face...showing her how much he loves her...she dodges all the licks of samiam's tongue gigleing knowing he loves her dearly
puts samiam down shooing him on and rises goes to the Kitchen washes her hand and drys them off then checking on the Tabuk steaks...grilling for lunch...flipping them over mmmmmmmmm she thinks oO(almost done) she slips into the Cold Room retrieves a head of Katch and some Citrus fruit....goes to the pantry gets an onion and some Sul...brings them to the counter...grasps a big bowl wipes it out...tears up the Katch and slices some Citrus adding to the Katch making a salad cuts adds some crumbled Goat Cheese and a few Olives the Onoin making rings to top it...sprinkling on oil and vinegar...tosses it
slices the Suls in wedges...and takes out a deep dish frying pan goops some lard into the pan waits for it to heat salts the Sul and places them in the oil to deep fry...she removes the Tabuk steaks setting them to a platter and places them on a high rack to stay warm...removes the sul from the oil allows them to drain on some Rence paper...then sprinkles them with some paprika setting them along side the steaks to keep warm...she covers the Katch salad
she made some Stickly Buns...some donuts and some fresh black and Sar Tarna bread she arranges the Sticky Buns and Donuts on a towering tray and covers with a dome...and then covers the loaves of Bread...she rushes to the Cold Room once again...and gets some Ramsberrys Blue Berries and Blackberries...washes them adding them to a bowl...sprinkles sugar to them ...she places the salad and berries into the Cold Room...till needed....exiting the Cold Room
she slips over to the hearth checking on the Botas of Wine Paga and Mead...seeing their are plenty to those who wish warmed...checks the kettle of black wine...sees one of her sisters must of made a fresh pot...which is nice...checks the Paga kettle...it is full and the mead...it too is fine...slipping to the ice shed she grasp up 2 buckets and fills them with ice shavings...and takes them to the main room to bed the pitchers of mead paga and ale to keep them cool
takes the buckets and returns them to the Ice Shed...in the Kitchen she picks up a tray of washed goblets and takes them to the main room so vessels will be at hand...then goes back to get the horns and footed bowls...looking around all that needs be done..is opening and airing out room...she pulls the curtains aside and opens the window...allowing the early morning air in...knowing that Breakfast and Lunch are ready...one of her sisters made Pancakes and Sasage Links and Scrambles Eggs and Toast
goes to eat her Gruel taking a slice of Toast to go along with it...and pours a cup of Milk eats quickly cleans up and then gets a towel and her favorite bar of lavender soap and heads down to the Warters Edge this morning...Guard Swen follows her...she slips into the cool water and bathes...her enjoying her outside bath much...she stands under the waterfall like a shower and washes hair...rinsing stepping from the water...she towels dries her self...enjoying the sites and sounds at the water
she lays out in the morning sun...upon a huge grey rock while the Guard Lee takes his morning bath...dreamer enjoying the sunrays on her cool skin...when the Guard is ready they both head back to the Home takes his towel and hers and places it in the empty laundry basket then goes to the bath to brush her teeth and hair then goes sit in her favorite spot
after checking the last lamp...she pads down the Hall to the Supply Closet where she picks up a large bottle of lamp oil which she carefully cradles in her small hands as she moves out to refill the lamps that need it...her hips sway as she quickly moves into the various rooms lifting the glass and filling the bases with the clear oil
crystal blue orbs watch closely making sure she does not spill a drop...afterwards...she returns the half empty bottle to the Supply Closet then she flits from Room to Room lighting at least one lamp in each before making her way to the Main Room where she lights most of the lamps giving the room a warm...cheery glow
then kneels upon the furs before the Room's large fireplace...and she stokes the fire making it leap and dance before her while she thinks of her handsome Master wishing one would come and sweep her away to his Chambers and pleasures himself with her...smiles seeing samiam roll in to the Room...running to her...she reaches her hands down and pulls samiam to her bosom hugging him and petting him...saying
"you being a good boi samiam...best be...i nay wish to be punished cause of you...yeahhh your a good boi huh huh" samiam loving the petting and attention that she is giving him...he lick here face...showing her how much he loves her...she dodges all the licks of samiam's tongue gigleing knowing he loves her dearly
puts samiam down shooing him on and rises goes to the Kitchen washes her hand and drys them off then checking on the Tabuk steaks...grilling for lunch...flipping them over mmmmmmmmm she thinks oO(almost done) she slips into the Cold Room retrieves a head of Katch and some Citrus fruit....goes to the pantry gets an onion and some Sul...brings them to the counter...grasps a big bowl wipes it out...tears up the Katch and slices some Citrus adding to the Katch making a salad cuts adds some crumbled Goat Cheese and a few Olives the Onoin making rings to top it...sprinkling on oil and vinegar...tosses it
slices the Suls in wedges...and takes out a deep dish frying pan goops some lard into the pan waits for it to heat salts the Sul and places them in the oil to deep fry...she removes the Tabuk steaks setting them to a platter and places them on a high rack to stay warm...removes the sul from the oil allows them to drain on some Rence paper...then sprinkles them with some paprika setting them along side the steaks to keep warm...she covers the Katch salad
she made some Stickly Buns...some donuts and some fresh black and Sar Tarna bread she arranges the Sticky Buns and Donuts on a towering tray and covers with a dome...and then covers the loaves of Bread...she rushes to the Cold Room once again...and gets some Ramsberrys Blue Berries and Blackberries...washes them adding them to a bowl...sprinkles sugar to them ...she places the salad and berries into the Cold Room...till needed....exiting the Cold Room
she slips over to the hearth checking on the Botas of Wine Paga and Mead...seeing their are plenty to those who wish warmed...checks the kettle of black wine...sees one of her sisters must of made a fresh pot...which is nice...checks the Paga kettle...it is full and the mead...it too is fine...slipping to the ice shed she grasp up 2 buckets and fills them with ice shavings...and takes them to the main room to bed the pitchers of mead paga and ale to keep them cool
takes the buckets and returns them to the Ice Shed...in the Kitchen she picks up a tray of washed goblets and takes them to the main room so vessels will be at hand...then goes back to get the horns and footed bowls...looking around all that needs be done..is opening and airing out room...she pulls the curtains aside and opens the window...allowing the early morning air in...knowing that Breakfast and Lunch are ready...one of her sisters made Pancakes and Sasage Links and Scrambles Eggs and Toast
goes to eat her Gruel taking a slice of Toast to go along with it...and pours a cup of Milk eats quickly cleans up and then gets a towel and her favorite bar of lavender soap and heads down to the Warters Edge this morning...Guard Swen follows her...she slips into the cool water and bathes...her enjoying her outside bath much...she stands under the waterfall like a shower and washes hair...rinsing stepping from the water...she towels dries her self...enjoying the sites and sounds at the water
she lays out in the morning sun...upon a huge grey rock while the Guard Lee takes his morning bath...dreamer enjoying the sunrays on her cool skin...when the Guard is ready they both head back to the Home takes his towel and hers and places it in the empty laundry basket then goes to the bath to brush her teeth and hair then goes sit in her favorite spot
9/22/20 Gruel on Steroids
[11:17a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ my Master was away for a day and after i finished my morning chores in the Main Hall i looked around for something to eat...i was so busy fixing snacks for my Master to take on his short trip that i neglected to eat my first meal of the day....i had an unpleasant feeling of shakiness and a small headache from the lack of food
[11:18a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ as i looked around the Kitchen i found a half eaten piece of bread that had seen better days...i did not fancy eating moldy Sa-Tarna bread and i chucked it out in the back yard for the birds to peck at...i was getting mighty hungry...there was no coin in the Kitchen either to purchase something at the market stalls
[11:20a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ i thought about asking the Baker to put some fresh bread on my Master’s account but she has been put out with me since i poked my finger inside a cream cake on her shelf...i just wanted to taste it but...i was caught...she told me not to come back any time soon
[11:24a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ i thought maybe i would go to the Vegetable Merchant and ask him for a few Suls and put the cost on my Master’s account but...the last time i went there to buy Vegetables...the Merchant and i had a heated argument and to spite him i rubbed a Sul in my butt crack...put it back in his display...and thumbed my nose at him...he chased me but...he is an enormous Man and i out distanced him and got away
[11:27a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ he should eat more of the Vegetables he sells....maybe he could then win a foot race with me i was going to have to go to where the food was plentiful...albeit...distasteful...yes my friends...i went to the City kennel...it was there that i met the Slaver of Port Olni...Our Slaver is a very kind man and the girls that come in for processing and training are well treated
[11:29a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ as all of Gor knows...the food that is commonly given slaves is a gruel consisting of Sa-Tarna meal mixed with water and raw fish bits...this is a cheap but life sustaining repast...before one ingests this substance...you find yourself asking...do i live to eat or do i eat to live? slave gruel is definitely something that you eat in order to live...and so you eat it to ward off death
[11:32a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ and so i begged the Slaver to go to the kennel Kitchen and get some Sa-Tarna meal...he was most accommodating and said i could have half a sack if i wanted it...i took a sack that was open and about 1/3 full...i thanked him profusely and went Home...at the Citadel i put the sack on the counter and peered in at the substance
[11:35a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ it was yellow and coarse similar to the cornmeal first i tried mixing a half of a cup with water and heating it up in a pan...the smell that came from it was not appetizing and even with my great hunger...i threw it out into the yard for the birds to peck at
[11:38a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ i looked around the Kitchen and remembered a pitcher of Bosk Milk that had soured but had not been thrown out yet...so i took two cups of the soured Milk...three cups of Sa-Tarna meal...and some Baking Soda and salt and mixed them in a bowl...it started to look more like a cake batter...i tasted the mixture and realized it was missing something...the missing ingredient could be obtained for free
[11:40a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ i ran out the door and through the Olni gate to the Olni Park...it is there that my Master keeps his bee hives...low table is set up with pots of honey and a barrel full of honey...my Master encourages the residents to partake freely of his honey and so i took a pot of it back with me
[11:44a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ i mixed half a pot of honey into the batter and tasted it...by this time my hunger was so great that i was sampling the honey to keep from having the low sugar shakes...i took some butter from the counter and slathered the inside of the baking pan
[11:47a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ i poured the batter into the pan...covered it...and shoved it in the Hearth...covering it with coals...i waited...sucking the honey off my fingers for about 20 ehn...i uncovered the pan and inside was a pretty good replica of corn bread...i cut a huge piece out of it and started gobbling it with honey
[11:48a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ i wound up eating the whole pan and suffered from the results of my gluttony afterward...i slept the rest of the day like an ost who just swallowed a large urt
[11:50a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ i was thinking of writing on a scroll my recipe for this “gruel on steroids” and passing it on to the Kitchen wench i think it would even be better with a couple of Vulo eggs in the batter...i heard the Guard at the Door come close to me and asked if i was throwing food out in the yard to attract urts??? he made me clean it up could this be the reason we had a urt problem opps!!
[11:18a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ as i looked around the Kitchen i found a half eaten piece of bread that had seen better days...i did not fancy eating moldy Sa-Tarna bread and i chucked it out in the back yard for the birds to peck at...i was getting mighty hungry...there was no coin in the Kitchen either to purchase something at the market stalls
[11:20a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ i thought about asking the Baker to put some fresh bread on my Master’s account but she has been put out with me since i poked my finger inside a cream cake on her shelf...i just wanted to taste it but...i was caught...she told me not to come back any time soon
[11:24a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ i thought maybe i would go to the Vegetable Merchant and ask him for a few Suls and put the cost on my Master’s account but...the last time i went there to buy Vegetables...the Merchant and i had a heated argument and to spite him i rubbed a Sul in my butt crack...put it back in his display...and thumbed my nose at him...he chased me but...he is an enormous Man and i out distanced him and got away
[11:27a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ he should eat more of the Vegetables he sells....maybe he could then win a foot race with me i was going to have to go to where the food was plentiful...albeit...distasteful...yes my friends...i went to the City kennel...it was there that i met the Slaver of Port Olni...Our Slaver is a very kind man and the girls that come in for processing and training are well treated
[11:29a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ as all of Gor knows...the food that is commonly given slaves is a gruel consisting of Sa-Tarna meal mixed with water and raw fish bits...this is a cheap but life sustaining repast...before one ingests this substance...you find yourself asking...do i live to eat or do i eat to live? slave gruel is definitely something that you eat in order to live...and so you eat it to ward off death
[11:32a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ and so i begged the Slaver to go to the kennel Kitchen and get some Sa-Tarna meal...he was most accommodating and said i could have half a sack if i wanted it...i took a sack that was open and about 1/3 full...i thanked him profusely and went Home...at the Citadel i put the sack on the counter and peered in at the substance
[11:35a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ it was yellow and coarse similar to the cornmeal first i tried mixing a half of a cup with water and heating it up in a pan...the smell that came from it was not appetizing and even with my great hunger...i threw it out into the yard for the birds to peck at
[11:38a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ i looked around the Kitchen and remembered a pitcher of Bosk Milk that had soured but had not been thrown out yet...so i took two cups of the soured Milk...three cups of Sa-Tarna meal...and some Baking Soda and salt and mixed them in a bowl...it started to look more like a cake batter...i tasted the mixture and realized it was missing something...the missing ingredient could be obtained for free
[11:40a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ i ran out the door and through the Olni gate to the Olni Park...it is there that my Master keeps his bee hives...low table is set up with pots of honey and a barrel full of honey...my Master encourages the residents to partake freely of his honey and so i took a pot of it back with me
[11:44a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ i mixed half a pot of honey into the batter and tasted it...by this time my hunger was so great that i was sampling the honey to keep from having the low sugar shakes...i took some butter from the counter and slathered the inside of the baking pan
[11:47a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ i poured the batter into the pan...covered it...and shoved it in the Hearth...covering it with coals...i waited...sucking the honey off my fingers for about 20 ehn...i uncovered the pan and inside was a pretty good replica of corn bread...i cut a huge piece out of it and started gobbling it with honey
[11:48a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ i wound up eating the whole pan and suffered from the results of my gluttony afterward...i slept the rest of the day like an ost who just swallowed a large urt
[11:50a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ i was thinking of writing on a scroll my recipe for this “gruel on steroids” and passing it on to the Kitchen wench i think it would even be better with a couple of Vulo eggs in the batter...i heard the Guard at the Door come close to me and asked if i was throwing food out in the yard to attract urts??? he made me clean it up could this be the reason we had a urt problem opps!!
9/21/20 Mending--Urt Infeststation Main Room
[01:13p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ turning her body carefully into the Main Room...the flat of her feet padding across the ground gracefully as she walks into the Kitchen...the sway of her hips leisurely and smooth...looking around the shelves her bright blue eyes searching restlessly...her fingernails drumming along the counterpane
[01:16p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ eyes sparkle like showers of due upon grass as she notices the box of linens...rags...square cloths and much needed string hiding on the very bottom of the Kitchen…picking up the tiny carved box in her soft hands....she walks back over to the fireplace in the Main Room back to the lone articles of clothing
[01:19p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ setting the box on the floor...she leans close to the firelight...her heat instantly warming next to the closeness of it...she lays down flat on the cushion her legs dangling up...as she adjusts her position her ass gives a jiggle...her luteous thighs parting in an unspoken invitation...she props herself up on her elbows and clasps the Cotton shirt to her breast
[01:22p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ inspecting the gash thoroughly about five inches in length and thin she instantly imagines the battle that must of taken place...quick...fierce and unwavering as a larl…looking down at the shirt she notices no blood just bits of dirt and grime instantly beaming...glad that the Free Man must of come inches to getting cut badly
[01:24p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ laying the shirt out before her she grabs the box of needles and threads one looping it through expertly...her fingers trail along the fabric in a unspoken caress...the sent of the shirt instantly wafting to her...a heady scent...of the wheat fields...soap...and the exotic spicy male scent of a Man
[01:27p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ a rush of heat wafting over her body and pooling low in her abdomen…she begins by looping the beginning of the gash with the needle...drawing the thread through carefully...her tiny fingers deftly guiding the thread through the shirt’s gash...choosing to do a cross stitch that her old Mistress had once taught her
[01:33p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ telling dreamer long ago that a cross stich insured that once repaired would never have to be repaired again...making an X across the line of the gash she stitches up soundlessly...giving the thread a sure tug as she ties tiny knots as she works through the stitch...as she reaches the end of the gash she ties four knots close to the gash’s stitched
[01:35p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ holding the thread out toughly...she reaches her head gracefully forward and bites the thread...but just in that moment...a large...house-cat sized urt rushes out of the corner of her eyes...with a loud ‘BAM’ the wooden sewing box drops to the floor...she screams atop her lungs looking wildly around the room….seeing another urt she gasps and shakes
[01:38p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ her head swiftly…filthy nasty creatures...she watched them scurry about the floor looking for dropped food…keeping never losing her gaze from the urt she quickly bites the thread...cutting it through with her teeth. putting the needle and box of cloth back at the Kitchen
[01:16p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ eyes sparkle like showers of due upon grass as she notices the box of linens...rags...square cloths and much needed string hiding on the very bottom of the Kitchen…picking up the tiny carved box in her soft hands....she walks back over to the fireplace in the Main Room back to the lone articles of clothing
[01:19p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ setting the box on the floor...she leans close to the firelight...her heat instantly warming next to the closeness of it...she lays down flat on the cushion her legs dangling up...as she adjusts her position her ass gives a jiggle...her luteous thighs parting in an unspoken invitation...she props herself up on her elbows and clasps the Cotton shirt to her breast
[01:22p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ inspecting the gash thoroughly about five inches in length and thin she instantly imagines the battle that must of taken place...quick...fierce and unwavering as a larl…looking down at the shirt she notices no blood just bits of dirt and grime instantly beaming...glad that the Free Man must of come inches to getting cut badly
[01:24p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ laying the shirt out before her she grabs the box of needles and threads one looping it through expertly...her fingers trail along the fabric in a unspoken caress...the sent of the shirt instantly wafting to her...a heady scent...of the wheat fields...soap...and the exotic spicy male scent of a Man
[01:27p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ a rush of heat wafting over her body and pooling low in her abdomen…she begins by looping the beginning of the gash with the needle...drawing the thread through carefully...her tiny fingers deftly guiding the thread through the shirt’s gash...choosing to do a cross stitch that her old Mistress had once taught her
[01:33p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ telling dreamer long ago that a cross stich insured that once repaired would never have to be repaired again...making an X across the line of the gash she stitches up soundlessly...giving the thread a sure tug as she ties tiny knots as she works through the stitch...as she reaches the end of the gash she ties four knots close to the gash’s stitched
[01:35p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ holding the thread out toughly...she reaches her head gracefully forward and bites the thread...but just in that moment...a large...house-cat sized urt rushes out of the corner of her eyes...with a loud ‘BAM’ the wooden sewing box drops to the floor...she screams atop her lungs looking wildly around the room….seeing another urt she gasps and shakes
[01:38p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ her head swiftly…filthy nasty creatures...she watched them scurry about the floor looking for dropped food…keeping never losing her gaze from the urt she quickly bites the thread...cutting it through with her teeth. putting the needle and box of cloth back at the Kitchen
9/21/20 Lunch Bosk Stew with Veggies--Larma Dumplings--Muffins
[11:55a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ dreamer gets busy and prepares Lunch for her Master and the Free of Port Olni Bosk stew and corn muffins with a dessert of Larma Dumplings tears the Bosk meat into bite size chunks...she cuts up some Suls and Turnips in bite size pieces
[11:58a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ she then breaks some carrots up and peels an onion...tearing it into strips....she browns the chunks of meat in Bosk butter and onions...then adds water and lightly salts the mixture before adding in the vegetables sets the large kettle on the hearth to cook for a few ahn while she prepares the rest
[12:03p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ mixes the corn meal with a bit of flour...two Vulo eggs...and some soured Bosk milk...dollops it out into a pan and places them into the oven to bake while she prepares the Larma Dumplings...mixes a few cups of flour with some Bosk lard…kneading and punching it until it is completely mixed together
[12:06p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ rolls it into a large ball…then takes a large empty goblet and rolls out the dough into a large flat 1/4 inch piece...gathers up the Larma bites…pinching off a piece of the dough and wrapping up a piece of the Larma inside...she does this until all the dough is used up then puts on a large kettle of water…sweetened with sugar and a bit of Ka-la-na
[012:09] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ then drops the rest of the Larma into the water and cooks it on the hearth until all the Larma has dissolved into mush...watches the steam roll out of the kettle...she then drops the Larma doughballs into the hot mixture and allows them to cook for a few ehn before taking the kettle off the hearth and setting it aside so the mixture will thicken as it cools
[012:11p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ sprinkles a little flour into the stew to thicken the gravy…smiling as she smells the savory combination of Bosk meat and Veggies...pushes the kettle over to a lower part of the hearth fire just so it will stay warm...then takes out the perfectly browned muffins from the oven…placing them into a basket
[12:14p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ with Lunch prepared...dreamers goes and cleans herself up so she will be more presentable for serving Lunch especially for her Master...she runs to the Waters Edge with a towel soap and a new silk and after removing her dirty silk she dives in wades around while she bathes
[11:58a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ she then breaks some carrots up and peels an onion...tearing it into strips....she browns the chunks of meat in Bosk butter and onions...then adds water and lightly salts the mixture before adding in the vegetables sets the large kettle on the hearth to cook for a few ahn while she prepares the rest
[12:03p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ mixes the corn meal with a bit of flour...two Vulo eggs...and some soured Bosk milk...dollops it out into a pan and places them into the oven to bake while she prepares the Larma Dumplings...mixes a few cups of flour with some Bosk lard…kneading and punching it until it is completely mixed together
[12:06p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ rolls it into a large ball…then takes a large empty goblet and rolls out the dough into a large flat 1/4 inch piece...gathers up the Larma bites…pinching off a piece of the dough and wrapping up a piece of the Larma inside...she does this until all the dough is used up then puts on a large kettle of water…sweetened with sugar and a bit of Ka-la-na
[012:09] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ then drops the rest of the Larma into the water and cooks it on the hearth until all the Larma has dissolved into mush...watches the steam roll out of the kettle...she then drops the Larma doughballs into the hot mixture and allows them to cook for a few ehn before taking the kettle off the hearth and setting it aside so the mixture will thicken as it cools
[012:11p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ sprinkles a little flour into the stew to thicken the gravy…smiling as she smells the savory combination of Bosk meat and Veggies...pushes the kettle over to a lower part of the hearth fire just so it will stay warm...then takes out the perfectly browned muffins from the oven…placing them into a basket
[12:14p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ with Lunch prepared...dreamers goes and cleans herself up so she will be more presentable for serving Lunch especially for her Master...she runs to the Waters Edge with a towel soap and a new silk and after removing her dirty silk she dives in wades around while she bathes
9/20/20Collecting Bosk Dung & Preparing my Masters Bath
[02:33p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ moves slowly to the Bosk...using caution...smiles at the calf running to greet her....keeping a close eye on his mother....rubs his ears briskly...hearing him moo...dances carefully around his hooves not wanting him to stomp on her bare slave feet in his excitement
[02:36p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ searching the field of grass as the calf follows her...dreamer stops to scoop up dung chips for her basket...the sun is warm and the new grass fills the air with it's sweet fragrance...tossing her head to remove the stray blonde hair from her face
[02:39p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ walks through the grass....spreading it apart with her feet searching for dung chips...jumps frightened...disturbinG ...a nest of birds accidentally...they take flight...she watching them as they fly off to the river the lil bond steps carefully around the area not wanting to crush any eggs that maybe laying hidden in the tall grass
[02:43p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ her basket full and growing heavy...heads to the large crate that holds the dung chips for cooking fires. ..checks to see if she needs to go for more. ..smiles happily seeing the supply is good for now. ..looks up to the sky seeing the sun turning red as it starts to sink behind the mountain
[02:47p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ hurries to the Citadel knowing her Master will return soon and he would want to eat and take a nice bath...putting her basket back in the Storage Shed...dreamer turns looking around the Citadel fires burning brightly...Masters sitting close to them drinking ale and mead...sharing their days adventures...the Mistress's needle pointing the Kitchen wench warming up Dinner inhaling the wonderful smells
[02:49p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ washing herself at the outdoor slave bath...dreamer opens a wooden box of soap chips...scrubs her hands an fingernails with a small brush...making sure all traces of dung is gone...picking up a
sponge...fills it with soap washing her arms...legs...feet an the rest of her body...standing dries herself with a rep cloth...opens a long necked vase of sweet jasmine and grape seed oil...rubbing her skin...smiles knowing her Master will be pleased when he smells sweet slave perfume
[02:50p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ seeing his familiar form crossing the plains yet...she goes into the wagon an begins to prepare her Master's bath
[02:36p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ searching the field of grass as the calf follows her...dreamer stops to scoop up dung chips for her basket...the sun is warm and the new grass fills the air with it's sweet fragrance...tossing her head to remove the stray blonde hair from her face
[02:39p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ walks through the grass....spreading it apart with her feet searching for dung chips...jumps frightened...disturbinG ...a nest of birds accidentally...they take flight...she watching them as they fly off to the river the lil bond steps carefully around the area not wanting to crush any eggs that maybe laying hidden in the tall grass
[02:43p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ her basket full and growing heavy...heads to the large crate that holds the dung chips for cooking fires. ..checks to see if she needs to go for more. ..smiles happily seeing the supply is good for now. ..looks up to the sky seeing the sun turning red as it starts to sink behind the mountain
[02:47p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ hurries to the Citadel knowing her Master will return soon and he would want to eat and take a nice bath...putting her basket back in the Storage Shed...dreamer turns looking around the Citadel fires burning brightly...Masters sitting close to them drinking ale and mead...sharing their days adventures...the Mistress's needle pointing the Kitchen wench warming up Dinner inhaling the wonderful smells
[02:49p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ washing herself at the outdoor slave bath...dreamer opens a wooden box of soap chips...scrubs her hands an fingernails with a small brush...making sure all traces of dung is gone...picking up a
sponge...fills it with soap washing her arms...legs...feet an the rest of her body...standing dries herself with a rep cloth...opens a long necked vase of sweet jasmine and grape seed oil...rubbing her skin...smiles knowing her Master will be pleased when he smells sweet slave perfume
[02:50p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ seeing his familiar form crossing the plains yet...she goes into the wagon an begins to prepare her Master's bath
9/20/20Fountains & Perfume
dreamer had been running around...taking a look at the white stones that caused the floating lanterns to illuminate garishly....she took in the smells of dry texture and then the moisture of the water before noticing the Free Woman...her dress just as bright as this place....cocking her head to the side she wondered if she should speak but made up her mind ”tal Mistress....i...err...may i ask a question?”
FREE WOMAN spun on her heels in surprise hearing the unexpected voice....clearing her throat and the fog of confusion she took in the slaves measure and then responded. “Ask away girl. I might find what you have to say of interest”
dreamer glanced around idly before scratching her head ”Um...oh! i was just wondering what this place was. it is so.. white compared to the rest of the City.”
FREE WOMAN laughed at the description “I suppose it is white to suggest the majesty of its inhabitants...we call it the Keep...you will find only those who rank high in the City or have found favor with the regent taking lodging here...even this fountain seems to rarely be enjoyed by the riffraff of the City”
dreamer said “oh i know! it is so pretty” she suggests to the fountain then steps toward it...leaning over the edge to look at the watery insides ”i guess its different everywhere...what royalty means...some think its purple...some thinks gold...or even red...do you frequent here a lot...Mistress?” she asked turning back to the sunny clad Woman
FREE WOMAN couldn’t begin to understand why she continued on with such a candid response yet she did “Since my Companion was made High Builder I find I venture down here often...It is a peaceful place to think and ponder the future and the past even if both are a jumbled mess...the trickle of the water is soothing and the flowers that decorate the surface offer a bright rebellion to the placid calm that resonates with me...we are much alike.”
dreamer “a high Builder? ohhh...how gifted is he! he must be busy to leave his fair Companion to take comfort in the bright stone walls!” she says but then pulls some of her words back in...realizing her boldness ”aah...but you are a kind Mistress...and patient...i imagine he would give much to be with you despite the tasks he must have.” she exhales and leans against the fountain ”but do you not tire of this all? have you ever wished to be someplace else?”
FREE WOMAN the slaves words struck a chord...perhaps the same chord that was played in her daily trips to the fountain like a keening flute “He is every busy” she admitted “But his fondest wish would be that I were busy as well at his side. As for wishing I were someplace else there are times I would much rather be in my lab in Ar than staring at the white walls that surround us. But what about you girl? How do you come to have such freedom? are there no duties and tasks that your Master demands to take up your time?” normally the words might have been spoken with cruel disdain but this place seemed to almost put them on equal footing in the conversation and she was always curious
dreamer nodded softly and bit her bottom lip "i once new a Perfumer from Ar...perhaps you know of him his name is Master Prentice...oh yes Mistress i was told to explore i am still very new to Olni i mostly stay around the Citadel but i have been venturing out i have been to the Bank and the Bakery so far and he wanted me to get familiar with Free and the City i was told to return soon...oh...i am sorry if i am bothering you...Mistress”
FREE WOMAN waves away the slaves concerns with a flick of her gloved hand. “If you were bothering me I would have long ago shooed you whence you came. A perfumer of Ar?” Her thoughts went back to a bottle of perfume that had smelled glorious and had been a gift from the Banker in Ar, Mannix, a creation of a neighboring Merchant near her shop in Ar. “The House of Vitti perhaps? I have yet to sniff such fine work as what he presented to me called 'Floriental Nights’ I have asked many craftsmen to attempt to reproduce it with no success since leaving Ar.” There was a certain amount of cautious excitement in her query
dreamer nods quickly ”yes! the House of Vitti! he is here now and has a quaint shop just on the edge of the Fortress i am sure you know of his talents...his nose is brilliant...i am confident he would be able to make the Floriental Nights as you wanted before Ar maybe if you want...you could stop by his shop later...between you and me” she whispers almost ”the Free Women have much better perfumes...they are so light and bewitching...i am envious.”
FREE WOMAN nodded enthusiastically then remembered she was talking to a mere slave even if one who had given her some welcome news. Her head stopped its dipping and rising quickly “I rarely venture out beyond the Keep. I have the impression it isn’t safe but I will visit with a Guard or two if you can give me directions. It is not often I offer thanks to a slave but you have given me very good news. Please tell your Owner to expect a visit also. I also agree on the scent of slaves versus Free Women. There is a strong muskiness to the blends slathered on beasts that is coying. Zander has often come home smelling of the Tavern slaves and even worse is the mix of bath oils and the fragrances used by the bath girls” her look was one of pure disgust.
dreamer hums softly...responding softly ”the scent of a Free Woman is a scent only a Man can smell...a woman of pure nature...and triumph unlike the scent of us beasts...i will definitely let my Master know of your coming...i am sure he will be pleased” she raises her hand and points forward
dreamer ”to get to the shop of the Perfumer you exit out of the Keep and go right...if you head straight toward the Bakery...it is past that point...there his shop will be in a safe corner...do not worry Mistress...your only concern should be is making sure an unruly stone does not trip you!” she smiles wide...and goofy like "and my Master lives at the Citadel he is the Owner of Port Olni...you can't miss the place it is the tallest building he is the Administrator here in Port Olni"
FREE WOMAN laughed softly “if you tell the Perfumer him you met a Woman of the Builders he will likely never associate that with me...It is a long story...Please tell him that Lady Kait formerly of Teslik and Sip Root inquired after his services and will be having a shopping jaunt in the near future. That is a name he should recognize. A man with such skill likely knows every client he passes a fragrance on to…how else would you drum up repeat business...I am also something of a legend in my former caste...as skilled with medicine as he is with flowers and oils” She glanced up just in time to see a slave of her house rushing down the stairs “It seems my daughter must be awake and demanding a meal”
dreamer repeats "Lady Kait..formerly of Teslik and Sip Root i will…i will remember that! thank you Mistress” she smiles then notices the slave come down...beckoning the Mistress....she realizes she has also spent too much time and bows her head when the Free Woman leaves ”i wish you well and hope to see you soon Mistress!” quickly the dusky slave makes her way Home for dreamer knows she has more chores to do before night fall
9/20/20 Vulo stuffed with Sar-Tarna Bread and Bosk Milk
[12:16p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ the Kitchen wench is leaning against the side of a wagon when she sees dust at the hills...her eyes change into slits in her concentrating to discover if these are enemies or friends
[12:18p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ she sighs relieved when she recognizes the banners of the Olni Outriders...the dust cloud comes closer and soon she recognizes some of the Men on their kaiila lances proud in the air...proud because their hunt was success full
[12:22p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ the leader sees the wench and yells in a frolic voice “we shot a nest of Vulo...cooking to do for you...for your Keeper” with a swift turn of his kaiila he comes close to her and throws a bundle of Vulo before her feet filled with 10 birds...their legs snared together with a small rope
[12:27p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ the Kitchen wench looks at dreamer and the present slaves which immediate run towards her...standing before her “here are some birds...girls...pluck the feathers and remove the intestines...if you are fast the i might give you all a taste of it too” she says with a joyfull voice to the girls thinking oO(that the intestines mixed with slave gruel would be a nutritious extra for the otherwise so sober diet of the slave girls)
[12:30p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ the Kitchen wench walks for the cooking pots above the fire...seeing from an eye corner dreamer and the girls are hard at work...she takes a big pan and fills the bottom with bosk milk...she orders some Sa-Tarna bread from one of the slave girls...and she lays the bread in the milk then she takes some herbs and garlic which she uses to flavor the milk-bread mix
[12:32p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ she winks to dreamer and the girls with the Vulos and orders them to bring the birds...the Kitchen wench notices that the birds are cleaned and removed of legs head and intestines...each of the 10 birds she fills with the flavory bosk milk bread mass...the girls wash down the station cleaning up the mess they made while dressing the Vulo
[12:34p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ the Kitcehn wench then sews the Vulos bodies close with an intestine and ties thick string around their legs she hangs them on a rod over the fire...ordering the girls to change the position of the birds constantly so they get a nice smelly brown crust all around...when the birds are grilled she reserves 5 for the Home the other 5 she puts in a blanket to keep them warm...afterwards the blanket goes in a basket
[12:36p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ she orders dreamer to take the basket to the Outriders Camp...dreamer takes the basket and with a wide smile on her lips she makes her way to the back of the property where the Outriders Camp they thank her for the delivery and she smiles and says "the Kitchen wench thanks you for the kill" then she turns around and goes back to the Citadel to do some more chores
[12:18p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ she sighs relieved when she recognizes the banners of the Olni Outriders...the dust cloud comes closer and soon she recognizes some of the Men on their kaiila lances proud in the air...proud because their hunt was success full
[12:22p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ the leader sees the wench and yells in a frolic voice “we shot a nest of Vulo...cooking to do for you...for your Keeper” with a swift turn of his kaiila he comes close to her and throws a bundle of Vulo before her feet filled with 10 birds...their legs snared together with a small rope
[12:27p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ the Kitchen wench looks at dreamer and the present slaves which immediate run towards her...standing before her “here are some birds...girls...pluck the feathers and remove the intestines...if you are fast the i might give you all a taste of it too” she says with a joyfull voice to the girls thinking oO(that the intestines mixed with slave gruel would be a nutritious extra for the otherwise so sober diet of the slave girls)
[12:30p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ the Kitchen wench walks for the cooking pots above the fire...seeing from an eye corner dreamer and the girls are hard at work...she takes a big pan and fills the bottom with bosk milk...she orders some Sa-Tarna bread from one of the slave girls...and she lays the bread in the milk then she takes some herbs and garlic which she uses to flavor the milk-bread mix
[12:32p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ she winks to dreamer and the girls with the Vulos and orders them to bring the birds...the Kitchen wench notices that the birds are cleaned and removed of legs head and intestines...each of the 10 birds she fills with the flavory bosk milk bread mass...the girls wash down the station cleaning up the mess they made while dressing the Vulo
[12:34p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ the Kitcehn wench then sews the Vulos bodies close with an intestine and ties thick string around their legs she hangs them on a rod over the fire...ordering the girls to change the position of the birds constantly so they get a nice smelly brown crust all around...when the birds are grilled she reserves 5 for the Home the other 5 she puts in a blanket to keep them warm...afterwards the blanket goes in a basket
[12:36p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ she orders dreamer to take the basket to the Outriders Camp...dreamer takes the basket and with a wide smile on her lips she makes her way to the back of the property where the Outriders Camp they thank her for the delivery and she smiles and says "the Kitchen wench thanks you for the kill" then she turns around and goes back to the Citadel to do some more chores
9/19/20 Scrubbing the Main Rooms floor
[02:56p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ dreamer surveys the Room....her chore...the scrubbing of a mere floor...but she knows it is more...having gathered and prepared the things she needs for her task...she carries the heavy bucket and brush...her dainty feet making a whipping noise across the stiff grass to the starting point in the far edge of the Main Room
[02:59p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ dreamer kneels on the cold...hard floor...her silky strong legs against the rough...stone...and dips the heavy wooden bristled brush into the cold mop water....she positions the brush in the corner...and begins scrubbing diligently with the heavy bristled brush working the brush back and forth...covering the entire surface of the floor....trying to give every inch of it the attention it deserves...so as to please her Master
[03:03p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ as she toils across the floor...the constant spattering of small droplets of water wet her silks...making them cling translucent to her cream colored flesh...her nipples harden against the texture of the wet silk as it clings to her....with her delicate hand...she wipes beads of sweat from her brow
[03:05p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ as her back arches to push the brush into the floor the wet...clinging fabric drags over the tenderness of her hard nipples...her knees ache from the hard stone beneath them...she sits for a moment...taking her hand...with a gentle motion...rubs her knee the water from her knee...spills down her shin...down the bend of her knee...she uses her hand to wipe off some of the water...her slender hand tracing the outline of her curves
[03:08p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ she returns once again to her knees...diligently she scrubs the floor...her now wet...exposed back end raised high in the air...she can feel the cool breeze whipping between her thighs...she shivers from the chill...and tingles from the movement of her silks resting between her thighs
[03:00p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ now finished...she stands and looks over her work...her silks wet and dripping...clinging to her body...exposing every curve...her nipples hardened by the chill of the water and the air...her hair wet clinging to her breasts...she returns her tools...and grabs a cloth to dry her skin...rubbing it in a brisk motion...drying her silks...feeling the air whisking the water away from her skin
[03:02p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ a smile upon her lips...she closes her eyes and thinks of her Master...hoping he is pleased and that she will see him soon her body aching for his touch...the sound of his voice...to give herself with complete submission
[02:59p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ dreamer kneels on the cold...hard floor...her silky strong legs against the rough...stone...and dips the heavy wooden bristled brush into the cold mop water....she positions the brush in the corner...and begins scrubbing diligently with the heavy bristled brush working the brush back and forth...covering the entire surface of the floor....trying to give every inch of it the attention it deserves...so as to please her Master
[03:03p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ as she toils across the floor...the constant spattering of small droplets of water wet her silks...making them cling translucent to her cream colored flesh...her nipples harden against the texture of the wet silk as it clings to her....with her delicate hand...she wipes beads of sweat from her brow
[03:05p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ as her back arches to push the brush into the floor the wet...clinging fabric drags over the tenderness of her hard nipples...her knees ache from the hard stone beneath them...she sits for a moment...taking her hand...with a gentle motion...rubs her knee the water from her knee...spills down her shin...down the bend of her knee...she uses her hand to wipe off some of the water...her slender hand tracing the outline of her curves
[03:08p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ she returns once again to her knees...diligently she scrubs the floor...her now wet...exposed back end raised high in the air...she can feel the cool breeze whipping between her thighs...she shivers from the chill...and tingles from the movement of her silks resting between her thighs
[03:00p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ now finished...she stands and looks over her work...her silks wet and dripping...clinging to her body...exposing every curve...her nipples hardened by the chill of the water and the air...her hair wet clinging to her breasts...she returns her tools...and grabs a cloth to dry her skin...rubbing it in a brisk motion...drying her silks...feeling the air whisking the water away from her skin
[03:02p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ a smile upon her lips...she closes her eyes and thinks of her Master...hoping he is pleased and that she will see him soon her body aching for his touch...the sound of his voice...to give herself with complete submission
9/19/20 Milking the Bosk Cow
[02:04p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ dreamer stands up and dusts herself off after playing in the hay with samiam...feeling the softness of her skin as she moves her hands up and down...she goes over to the Bosk drinking trough bends over to quickly washes her tender face with her rough fingers...and takes a drink of mucky water
[02:06p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ the Bosk lets out a soft moan...and the girl quickly realizes that the cow Bosk needs to be milked...she scampers over to the Barn Shed...and takes out the three legged stool...and a clean pail...she moves over to the Bosk and rubs the head of the animal and ties a rope around the Bosk's neck bringing her slowly to her feet...dreamer walks the Bosk over to the milking pen...and ties her to a bar
[02:09p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ setting the three legged stool down alongside the Bosk...she squats down to sit upon it...dreamer reaches under the belly of the giant beast and feels the swollen warmth of the smooth udder...she pulls the teats and feels the wet warm milk trickle down her hand and into the pail underneath her...the expressing of the milk is almost rhythmical
[02:11p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ the pail fills with the sweet and tangy milk...and dreamer smiles knowing that many in her Masters Household will be nourished by the milk....there will be butter...cheese...milk to drink...and even milk to add to the soap
[02:13p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ when the Bosk is relieve of her pain...and milk...dreamer rubs the side of the animal and whispers "Good Girl" she sets the three legged stool back in the Shed...and carries the heavy milk pail back to the Kitchen....the Kitchen area is bustling the Kitchen wench and other girls are preparing the morning meal
[02:15p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ dreamer reaches up into the shelves where the pitchers are kept and pulls one down...dreamer skims off the cream and puts it in one pitcher....inn another picture she pores the remaining milk....she goes to the Cold Room and sets the milk on the shelves and covers them with a towel to keep out bugs...she closes the door...and places the pail in the sink as she washes it clean and dries it with a rep cloth then takes the bucket back to the Barn Shed for the next milking
[02:06p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ the Bosk lets out a soft moan...and the girl quickly realizes that the cow Bosk needs to be milked...she scampers over to the Barn Shed...and takes out the three legged stool...and a clean pail...she moves over to the Bosk and rubs the head of the animal and ties a rope around the Bosk's neck bringing her slowly to her feet...dreamer walks the Bosk over to the milking pen...and ties her to a bar
[02:09p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ setting the three legged stool down alongside the Bosk...she squats down to sit upon it...dreamer reaches under the belly of the giant beast and feels the swollen warmth of the smooth udder...she pulls the teats and feels the wet warm milk trickle down her hand and into the pail underneath her...the expressing of the milk is almost rhythmical
[02:11p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ the pail fills with the sweet and tangy milk...and dreamer smiles knowing that many in her Masters Household will be nourished by the milk....there will be butter...cheese...milk to drink...and even milk to add to the soap
[02:13p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ when the Bosk is relieve of her pain...and milk...dreamer rubs the side of the animal and whispers "Good Girl" she sets the three legged stool back in the Shed...and carries the heavy milk pail back to the Kitchen....the Kitchen area is bustling the Kitchen wench and other girls are preparing the morning meal
[02:15p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ dreamer reaches up into the shelves where the pitchers are kept and pulls one down...dreamer skims off the cream and puts it in one pitcher....inn another picture she pores the remaining milk....she goes to the Cold Room and sets the milk on the shelves and covers them with a towel to keep out bugs...she closes the door...and places the pail in the sink as she washes it clean and dries it with a rep cloth then takes the bucket back to the Barn Shed for the next milking
9/18/20 Reading a story
~~dreamer reads a story out of a book that the Big Guard at the Door handed her not the 1st time he wanted her to read to him...her chores were caught up and reading to a Free if that is what they command dreamer is all for it
the story was like this
Tangras Blade
By Lieutenant Atlas Tereshchenko
The ringing of metal on metal resounded through the lower market. This was the Square of the Metalworkers and here was the forge of Hamdrid. There were many smiths, all working diligently, scattered about the square at forges and anvils. It was at the back of the square one could find Hamdrid, laboring at his art. Warriors milled about this part of the square, speaking as men of war always do, a jest or jibe between friends, the passing of a bota of paga, and the latest stories of glory and honor from far afield. It was to Hamdrid that all manner of men at arms would bring their swords to be reforged, and a few would bring a desire for a new blade, and a considerable sum, to seek the efforts of Hamdrid at his forge.
That night, when all the other forges were cooling, Hamdrid was to be found next to his. Hamdrid was an immense man, stronger than any three other men combined, with a chest, shoulders and arms grown massive from driving hot metal into the shape he wanted. Beside him stood a youth, tall and strong, formed much like his father next to him. The youth worked the bellows, to fire the wood and charcoal in the forge.
“Lanmar, a bit more heat if you would son, this piece is almost ready to come to my embrace.” The young man pulled even harder against the yoke, the flames burning blue from the intense heat. Hamdrid drew the sliver of steel from the forge, and began to sing as he began to form the metal. This occurred several times throughout the early evening, Hamdrid’s companion bringing him and her son water and small bites of food.
She knew better than to try and feed either of them when they were working so late. The effort consumed both of them, a son so much like a father, a father so much like his own.
Long into the darkening night the two labored over the blade, forming, folding, and drawing the steel into a form and length the young man had never seen before. “Father, this blade, for whom is it forged?” Hamdrid took the glowing shape from the forge, having tempered it once and now was busy preparing the edge “It is for Tangra, the First Sword. It is a gift to him from the Ubar himself, for his part in rescuing the Ubar and Ubara’s daughter.” Lanmar nodded, and fell back into rhythm, his Fathers hammer on the steel, matched his pull on the yoke for the forge.
The blade sat quietly, nestled in Hamdrid’s hands, where he slowly worked progressively finer and finer stones against the edge, bringing the blade to a sharpness of unequalled quality. “The effort for this blade is even beyond your normal exacting standards Father, can you tell me why? Why is this one blade so worthy of so much of your skill and heart?”
Looking up, the giant smith said simply, “It is for Tangra, and that is reason enough.” The stone began its painless journey along the edge again, and a few ehn later, Lanmar voiced another question. “You say it is for Tangra, and that is enough, but I must admit I am more a fool than I had imagined, as I cannot comprehend why that is a sufficient answer.” The young man looked at his Father, and watched as the stone slowed, then stopped. The blade glittered in the dull red light of the dying embers in the forge, and it was several ehn more before Hamdrid spoke.
“Tangra is the finest swordsman in our City, and perhaps all of Gor. Yet you will never hear him brag, or lay claim to his title out loud. No, you will find him on duty my son, or in the training arena, and nowhere else. Remember that the will to win is nothing when compared to the will to prepare.” Hamdrid turned the blade in his enormous hands, and then looked back at his son “There will come a time my son, when Tangra will face a situation where there are no options, and only one choice. On that day, when he holds this blade, he will see fear flee and courage rise, because like himself, I have placed all my effort and knowledge into this blade, it is the best of me, it possesses all the honor of my name and caste.” Lanmar sat quietly, and nodded at his Father’s words. Standing, he was about to begin cleaning the shop, when his Father’s voice rumbled through the stones.
“We may be of low Caste my son, but that does not mean we are any less honorable men.” Pointing to the forge, Hamdrid continued, “The fire heats the metal, and we temper it. Men are no less different. Some will find the fire to hot, and withdraw, while others find they are strengthened by the heat. Honor is not a cloak, nor a crown. It is nothing you should be able to take on or put off at will. Honor is our last defense, and our finest weapon. Against the edge of our honor, must we run the deeds of others, and judge if they hold as dear their honor as we hold ours.” The great smith paused, and laid the deadly blade onto a fine cloth, and wrapped it carefully.
“Tangra is a magnificent warrior. He does not require a shiny blade, but one that will not yield, will not break, will not fail when he needs it most. He needs a blade with as much honor in it, as is in him. That is why I have poured so much of myself into this sword, because Tangra fights with my honor.”
the story was like this
Tangras Blade
By Lieutenant Atlas Tereshchenko
The ringing of metal on metal resounded through the lower market. This was the Square of the Metalworkers and here was the forge of Hamdrid. There were many smiths, all working diligently, scattered about the square at forges and anvils. It was at the back of the square one could find Hamdrid, laboring at his art. Warriors milled about this part of the square, speaking as men of war always do, a jest or jibe between friends, the passing of a bota of paga, and the latest stories of glory and honor from far afield. It was to Hamdrid that all manner of men at arms would bring their swords to be reforged, and a few would bring a desire for a new blade, and a considerable sum, to seek the efforts of Hamdrid at his forge.
That night, when all the other forges were cooling, Hamdrid was to be found next to his. Hamdrid was an immense man, stronger than any three other men combined, with a chest, shoulders and arms grown massive from driving hot metal into the shape he wanted. Beside him stood a youth, tall and strong, formed much like his father next to him. The youth worked the bellows, to fire the wood and charcoal in the forge.
“Lanmar, a bit more heat if you would son, this piece is almost ready to come to my embrace.” The young man pulled even harder against the yoke, the flames burning blue from the intense heat. Hamdrid drew the sliver of steel from the forge, and began to sing as he began to form the metal. This occurred several times throughout the early evening, Hamdrid’s companion bringing him and her son water and small bites of food.
She knew better than to try and feed either of them when they were working so late. The effort consumed both of them, a son so much like a father, a father so much like his own.
Long into the darkening night the two labored over the blade, forming, folding, and drawing the steel into a form and length the young man had never seen before. “Father, this blade, for whom is it forged?” Hamdrid took the glowing shape from the forge, having tempered it once and now was busy preparing the edge “It is for Tangra, the First Sword. It is a gift to him from the Ubar himself, for his part in rescuing the Ubar and Ubara’s daughter.” Lanmar nodded, and fell back into rhythm, his Fathers hammer on the steel, matched his pull on the yoke for the forge.
The blade sat quietly, nestled in Hamdrid’s hands, where he slowly worked progressively finer and finer stones against the edge, bringing the blade to a sharpness of unequalled quality. “The effort for this blade is even beyond your normal exacting standards Father, can you tell me why? Why is this one blade so worthy of so much of your skill and heart?”
Looking up, the giant smith said simply, “It is for Tangra, and that is reason enough.” The stone began its painless journey along the edge again, and a few ehn later, Lanmar voiced another question. “You say it is for Tangra, and that is enough, but I must admit I am more a fool than I had imagined, as I cannot comprehend why that is a sufficient answer.” The young man looked at his Father, and watched as the stone slowed, then stopped. The blade glittered in the dull red light of the dying embers in the forge, and it was several ehn more before Hamdrid spoke.
“Tangra is the finest swordsman in our City, and perhaps all of Gor. Yet you will never hear him brag, or lay claim to his title out loud. No, you will find him on duty my son, or in the training arena, and nowhere else. Remember that the will to win is nothing when compared to the will to prepare.” Hamdrid turned the blade in his enormous hands, and then looked back at his son “There will come a time my son, when Tangra will face a situation where there are no options, and only one choice. On that day, when he holds this blade, he will see fear flee and courage rise, because like himself, I have placed all my effort and knowledge into this blade, it is the best of me, it possesses all the honor of my name and caste.” Lanmar sat quietly, and nodded at his Father’s words. Standing, he was about to begin cleaning the shop, when his Father’s voice rumbled through the stones.
“We may be of low Caste my son, but that does not mean we are any less honorable men.” Pointing to the forge, Hamdrid continued, “The fire heats the metal, and we temper it. Men are no less different. Some will find the fire to hot, and withdraw, while others find they are strengthened by the heat. Honor is not a cloak, nor a crown. It is nothing you should be able to take on or put off at will. Honor is our last defense, and our finest weapon. Against the edge of our honor, must we run the deeds of others, and judge if they hold as dear their honor as we hold ours.” The great smith paused, and laid the deadly blade onto a fine cloth, and wrapped it carefully.
“Tangra is a magnificent warrior. He does not require a shiny blade, but one that will not yield, will not break, will not fail when he needs it most. He needs a blade with as much honor in it, as is in him. That is why I have poured so much of myself into this sword, because Tangra fights with my honor.”
9/18/20 Wrote a Menu for the Baker
~Master Lee(NPC) brought dreamer back to the Bakery where the Baker wanted to see her and thank her for a job well done...dreamer smiles...she also said that she knew i knew how to write and i nodded yes...and she asked me if i would write a Menu for her to which dreamer said she would
~~taken a seat at the back table the Lady gave dreamer a writing tool and some paper then sat down and told dreamer what to write...dreamer wiggled back in the seat and leaned over to begin writing as it was scripted to her looking up every now and then giving the lady a sweet smile almost as sweet as her cakes she ate the other day
she writes:
Minis Bakery
when you enter the City of Port Olni you will be hit with the warm scent of fresh bread baking in the ovens of Minis Bakery...the natural grains of the Sa-Tarna are milled...baked and served with an affection that will make you feel as if you are…Home at last
Menu:
Sweets
Cakes & Cup Cakes of all flavors & toppings ~ always a good buy
Brownies ~ made from the finest cocoa that has been imported from Earth mixed with the verr butter and touch of spice unique to the Bakery
Date Squares ~ a crumbly but still-slightly-warm square,that is filled with sweet...buttery...oaty goodness and red clay dates imported from the city of Tor...a pure and simple treat....served with a glass of cold Bosk milk...it is a perfect treat in the afternoon
Verr Butter Tarts ~ another delicious sweet created by the Bakery freshly made Verr Butter that is churned in the Bakery each morning mixed with a sweet syrup and hints of dried Sa Ta grapes from the Isle of Cos cooked in a light flaky pastry shell a favorite for anyone that wants something to help satisfy that sweet craving
Ramsberry Tarts ~ only the finest berries are used...he berries are simmered with the unique spice to the Bakery and then filled in a light flaky pastry shell and then baked
Larma Tarts ~ Larma Tarts have a hint of sweet taste but when simmered in the spice unique to Ar Bakery and Café it melts in the mouth of the Free...again this mixture is filled in a light flaky pastry and baked to perfection
Topsit Tarts ~ a filling for the Free that enjoys a pucker when enjoying a tart...the topsits offer a sour tangy taste when baked in a light flaky pastry
Muffins & Cookies ~ both with or with out nuts...berries or cocoa
Breads:
Sa Tarna Bread (yellow bread) ~ baked in flat...round loaves...usually with eight divisions per loaf...sometimes with four divisions
Six Grain Sa Tarna Bread ~ baked in a round load pan...this wholesome bread is made with barley...oats...millet...corn... rye and wheat...served usually with eight divisions but available with four as well
Cheese Pull-A-Part Bread ~ our delicious dinner rolls baked-in aged Verr cheese in the dough and placed in a loaf with plenty of butter
Garlic Gor Sourdough Bread ~ our sourdough round bread topped with garlic spread...parmesan Verr cheese and basil and oregano seasoning
Cinnamon Bread ~ baked in a round loaf pan....this sweet dough...swirled with cinnamon sugar...is great toasted or enjoyed warmed with Verr butter
Cinnamon dried Ta Grapes Bread ~ baked in a round loaf pan...this sweet dough...swirled with cinnamon sugar and plump golden dried ta grapes is great toasted
Cinnamon Date Bread ~ baked in a round loaf pan....this sweet dough...swirled with cinnamon sugar and sugared red clayed date pieces from the City of Tos...is great toasted
Fruit Nut Bread ~ baked in a round loaf pan...this sweet dough is filled with candied fruit and nuts...a real favorite around the festival celebrated around the lands....excellent served with Verr cream cheese
Jalapeno-Cheese Bread ~ wonderful cheese bread filled with jalapeno peppers...corn and spicy seasoning
Six Grain Raisin Nut Bread ~ our six grain bread packed with raisins and nuts to make a delicious breakfast bread
~~when finished the Lady thanks dreamer with a bag of chocolate chipped cookies Master Lee allowed her to partake...dreamer thanks her then Master Lee and dreamer head back to the Citadel ..dreamer can't wait to show her Master what she earned in hopes he at least lets her have a taste of one of the cookies...she skips behind Master Lee all the way Home
~~taken a seat at the back table the Lady gave dreamer a writing tool and some paper then sat down and told dreamer what to write...dreamer wiggled back in the seat and leaned over to begin writing as it was scripted to her looking up every now and then giving the lady a sweet smile almost as sweet as her cakes she ate the other day
she writes:
Minis Bakery
when you enter the City of Port Olni you will be hit with the warm scent of fresh bread baking in the ovens of Minis Bakery...the natural grains of the Sa-Tarna are milled...baked and served with an affection that will make you feel as if you are…Home at last
Menu:
Sweets
Cakes & Cup Cakes of all flavors & toppings ~ always a good buy
Brownies ~ made from the finest cocoa that has been imported from Earth mixed with the verr butter and touch of spice unique to the Bakery
Date Squares ~ a crumbly but still-slightly-warm square,that is filled with sweet...buttery...oaty goodness and red clay dates imported from the city of Tor...a pure and simple treat....served with a glass of cold Bosk milk...it is a perfect treat in the afternoon
Verr Butter Tarts ~ another delicious sweet created by the Bakery freshly made Verr Butter that is churned in the Bakery each morning mixed with a sweet syrup and hints of dried Sa Ta grapes from the Isle of Cos cooked in a light flaky pastry shell a favorite for anyone that wants something to help satisfy that sweet craving
Ramsberry Tarts ~ only the finest berries are used...he berries are simmered with the unique spice to the Bakery and then filled in a light flaky pastry shell and then baked
Larma Tarts ~ Larma Tarts have a hint of sweet taste but when simmered in the spice unique to Ar Bakery and Café it melts in the mouth of the Free...again this mixture is filled in a light flaky pastry and baked to perfection
Topsit Tarts ~ a filling for the Free that enjoys a pucker when enjoying a tart...the topsits offer a sour tangy taste when baked in a light flaky pastry
Muffins & Cookies ~ both with or with out nuts...berries or cocoa
Breads:
Sa Tarna Bread (yellow bread) ~ baked in flat...round loaves...usually with eight divisions per loaf...sometimes with four divisions
Six Grain Sa Tarna Bread ~ baked in a round load pan...this wholesome bread is made with barley...oats...millet...corn... rye and wheat...served usually with eight divisions but available with four as well
Cheese Pull-A-Part Bread ~ our delicious dinner rolls baked-in aged Verr cheese in the dough and placed in a loaf with plenty of butter
Garlic Gor Sourdough Bread ~ our sourdough round bread topped with garlic spread...parmesan Verr cheese and basil and oregano seasoning
Cinnamon Bread ~ baked in a round loaf pan....this sweet dough...swirled with cinnamon sugar...is great toasted or enjoyed warmed with Verr butter
Cinnamon dried Ta Grapes Bread ~ baked in a round loaf pan...this sweet dough...swirled with cinnamon sugar and plump golden dried ta grapes is great toasted
Cinnamon Date Bread ~ baked in a round loaf pan....this sweet dough...swirled with cinnamon sugar and sugared red clayed date pieces from the City of Tos...is great toasted
Fruit Nut Bread ~ baked in a round loaf pan...this sweet dough is filled with candied fruit and nuts...a real favorite around the festival celebrated around the lands....excellent served with Verr cream cheese
Jalapeno-Cheese Bread ~ wonderful cheese bread filled with jalapeno peppers...corn and spicy seasoning
Six Grain Raisin Nut Bread ~ our six grain bread packed with raisins and nuts to make a delicious breakfast bread
~~when finished the Lady thanks dreamer with a bag of chocolate chipped cookies Master Lee allowed her to partake...dreamer thanks her then Master Lee and dreamer head back to the Citadel ..dreamer can't wait to show her Master what she earned in hopes he at least lets her have a taste of one of the cookies...she skips behind Master Lee all the way Home
9/17/20 Cleaned the Bank
~~i was walking through the City Square behind Master Jasper(NPC)...i must confess i could not help admiring how handsome his features were...i was drawn like a magnet to his carefully groomed dreadlocks and would have happily sat dreaming over his looks while appearing to be attentively waiting for permission to continue on my way...when i was surprised out of my reverie by his command for me to follow him to the Bank
~~i was curious...for i knew his tasks were always slightly out of the ordinary...he called me into Onli's Banking Office...a place i had never entered before...i casually looked around...one of it’s bare stone walls was decorated with a classic painting while another had a Gorean Calendar clock quietly ticking away...today was the 2nd day of the 1st hand of the 7th month
~~Master James ever businesslike...ignored my rather obvious curves and ordered me to open a heavy metal door...one whose significance i quickly realized once i had entered and heard it close very firmly behind me...i was told by Master James...in a cold...distant voice through the door “I want you to clean the Strong Room and the Bank...we had to build a lot in the last days and had a lot of Customers...everything is dirty”
~~i had barely heard his words...for my eyes were drawn to a glowing crate at the far end of the Room...its contents unmistakably filled with Gold...i stood in awe...knowing that as a slave who owned nothing and had no use for coin...i was in a place where many a Free longed to be i replied "yes Master"
~~i could see Builder’s dust everywhere...and my small nose tickled by it...longed to sneeze...instead...i picked up a duster and started from the ceiling downwards...not missing the tops of the windows...shifting clouds of dust downward watching them fall in spirals as i worked my way around the Strong Room and Office
~~when finished...i brushed the dust off my slender shoulders...knowing only a bath in the river would remove the dirt which had settled on the tip of my breast and in my hair...left exposed by my worn...white camisk...i sighed knowing as the Administrators slave i had hope of wearing anything but threadbare camisks made of old rep cloth but wore them to work in so not to ruin the fine silks from my Master
~~i swiftly looked for a broom and started to sweep...humming a familiar song in my head...before i even realized it...i was dancing around the long handle...my feet skipping over and around its base...while i teased the handle...circling around it before finally giving in and...with my back to its pole...slid up and down it thinking of my Master
~~i heard it clatter to the ground as i stood up...i realized no sweeping would get done if i continued to fool around...so... somewhat more soberly...i picked up the broom and continued sweeping until the floor was dust free i walked to the well and filled a bucket with water and collected a clean rep cloth from the Storage Shed then returned to the Bank
~~ on my hands and knees...my rounded buttocks heralding my movements around the Bank...i scrubbed and cleaned the floor until it sparkled...i looked around...genuinely pleased with the gleam of polish that was evident throughout the Bank
~~i said a silent prayer to Odin thankful that i had been chosen for such a task and that the many brave…and extremely handsome…Warriors of Olni who protected my Masters Home Stone...would remain safe in their battles while doing so
~~finally...i locked the door of the Strong Room and firmly closed the door on my way out of the Bank...taking my cleaning tools with me...i was hopeful that Master Jasper and my Master would be pleased with my work...i deposited the cleaning supplies to the Storage Shed after i washed the bucket out tossed the rep clothes and my camisk in the Laundry Room plucked up a towel soap and a new blue silk that matches my eyes and took to the Water Edge to bathe
~~i was curious...for i knew his tasks were always slightly out of the ordinary...he called me into Onli's Banking Office...a place i had never entered before...i casually looked around...one of it’s bare stone walls was decorated with a classic painting while another had a Gorean Calendar clock quietly ticking away...today was the 2nd day of the 1st hand of the 7th month
~~Master James ever businesslike...ignored my rather obvious curves and ordered me to open a heavy metal door...one whose significance i quickly realized once i had entered and heard it close very firmly behind me...i was told by Master James...in a cold...distant voice through the door “I want you to clean the Strong Room and the Bank...we had to build a lot in the last days and had a lot of Customers...everything is dirty”
~~i had barely heard his words...for my eyes were drawn to a glowing crate at the far end of the Room...its contents unmistakably filled with Gold...i stood in awe...knowing that as a slave who owned nothing and had no use for coin...i was in a place where many a Free longed to be i replied "yes Master"
~~i could see Builder’s dust everywhere...and my small nose tickled by it...longed to sneeze...instead...i picked up a duster and started from the ceiling downwards...not missing the tops of the windows...shifting clouds of dust downward watching them fall in spirals as i worked my way around the Strong Room and Office
~~when finished...i brushed the dust off my slender shoulders...knowing only a bath in the river would remove the dirt which had settled on the tip of my breast and in my hair...left exposed by my worn...white camisk...i sighed knowing as the Administrators slave i had hope of wearing anything but threadbare camisks made of old rep cloth but wore them to work in so not to ruin the fine silks from my Master
~~i swiftly looked for a broom and started to sweep...humming a familiar song in my head...before i even realized it...i was dancing around the long handle...my feet skipping over and around its base...while i teased the handle...circling around it before finally giving in and...with my back to its pole...slid up and down it thinking of my Master
~~i heard it clatter to the ground as i stood up...i realized no sweeping would get done if i continued to fool around...so... somewhat more soberly...i picked up the broom and continued sweeping until the floor was dust free i walked to the well and filled a bucket with water and collected a clean rep cloth from the Storage Shed then returned to the Bank
~~ on my hands and knees...my rounded buttocks heralding my movements around the Bank...i scrubbed and cleaned the floor until it sparkled...i looked around...genuinely pleased with the gleam of polish that was evident throughout the Bank
~~i said a silent prayer to Odin thankful that i had been chosen for such a task and that the many brave…and extremely handsome…Warriors of Olni who protected my Masters Home Stone...would remain safe in their battles while doing so
~~finally...i locked the door of the Strong Room and firmly closed the door on my way out of the Bank...taking my cleaning tools with me...i was hopeful that Master Jasper and my Master would be pleased with my work...i deposited the cleaning supplies to the Storage Shed after i washed the bucket out tossed the rep clothes and my camisk in the Laundry Room plucked up a towel soap and a new blue silk that matches my eyes and took to the Water Edge to bathe
9/16/20 gave my Master a massage--weeded Corn field
[01:09p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ ~~after she served her Master Lunch she asked her Master would he like a massage he told her that would make his afternoon better...she led him to the spa area where a table was awaiting him...she help him out of his clothes and guided him to lay on the table
[01:11p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ ~~kneels down beside her Master her knees just touching his side...and smothered a generous amount of oil on her hands “i’ll warm my hands my Master” she said softly..a touch nervous.
[01:13p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ ~~she drew in a deep breath and relaxed....she didn’t want him to pick up any tension in her touch....she laid her hands on his back and slowly massaged...his skin so smooth...albeit a bit scarred...under her touch
[01:15p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ ~~dreamer increased the pressure...her fingers kneading the firm muscles underneath...and she worked lower...raised her hand and undid the ties...and slipped the camisk off over her head...tugging it slightly as it passed over her shoulders...and her breasts bounced..she placed it carefully to the side “yes my Master”
[01:17p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ ~~dipped her hand into the pot for some more perfumed oil...the aromas wafting in the air about them....there was no friction as her oiled tiny hands glided over the ski... circling around and around. smiles as he looked at her
[01:20p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ ~~she liked being under his gaze...it make her feel good...the palms of her hands made long strokes down the length of his back...and circled around his buttocks... and back again to the broad shoulders...she worked away,...her whole body moving over her shoulders...the pressure of her touch increased
[01:22p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ ~~she went lower...her hands passing in unison over his buttocks to the top of his thighs...fingers spread and massaging...slowly...deeply..when she finished she placed a kiss of devotion to his right shoulder and held the towel out for him...he took the towel and wrapped his self up and told her he felt great and now he had to get back to work...she nodded for she knew she had more chores to do this day
[01:23p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ : @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@
[01:26p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ ~~dreamer stands before the tall stands of corn...and her brow knits with concern as she casts an eye over the field “the weeds...all those weeds...they will overrun the corn that we so badly need” she exclaims
[01:28p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ pits on her hands and rubs them together just like she saw the thralls do when she was a little girl before she hard tasks to do...dreamer picks up the spade and moves to the end of the first row...she balances on her tight foot...the left of the edge of the spade and shoves her weight down the spade sinks into the soil...she lifts and turns it...with ease says out loud “this isn’t going to be too bad after all” right foot...the left on the edge
[01:30p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ dreamer builds up a rhythmic movement...as she makes her way down the corn
row...shovel...lift...turn...drop...step...shove...lift...turn drop...step...on and on she worked, and it was not until she reached the end of the row and stood up straight to turn did she feel her back complain “Ouch!" she uttered
[01:34p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ she arched her back...relieving the muscle strain...her shoulders back...her tummy forward...her hips back...and held the pose for a few ihns went up and down the rows...methodically working away...progressing from left to right across the corn field
[01:37p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ now...not only did her back hurt...but her hands...her poor soft hands stung as she gripped the handle of the spade thinking oO(Blisters! Oh, how will these hands give pleasure again?) blistered...calloused hands are not what she needs...nevertheless...she did not stray from the task...these weeds have to go...and she carried on with determination
[01:39p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ completed the digging...tapped the dirt free from the face of the spade and returned it to lean against the fence where she found it...the field looked good...the rich soil turned...the roots of the corn not disturbed...but now free of the nutrient sapping weeds
[01:42p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ thought oO(all that was needed now was a scarecrow...but then again...had she seen any crows here never ever in her life time on Gor for that matter?) and with that thought...of scarecrows... she went back to Citadel sore but satisfied
[01:11p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ ~~kneels down beside her Master her knees just touching his side...and smothered a generous amount of oil on her hands “i’ll warm my hands my Master” she said softly..a touch nervous.
[01:13p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ ~~she drew in a deep breath and relaxed....she didn’t want him to pick up any tension in her touch....she laid her hands on his back and slowly massaged...his skin so smooth...albeit a bit scarred...under her touch
[01:15p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ ~~dreamer increased the pressure...her fingers kneading the firm muscles underneath...and she worked lower...raised her hand and undid the ties...and slipped the camisk off over her head...tugging it slightly as it passed over her shoulders...and her breasts bounced..she placed it carefully to the side “yes my Master”
[01:17p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ ~~dipped her hand into the pot for some more perfumed oil...the aromas wafting in the air about them....there was no friction as her oiled tiny hands glided over the ski... circling around and around. smiles as he looked at her
[01:20p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ ~~she liked being under his gaze...it make her feel good...the palms of her hands made long strokes down the length of his back...and circled around his buttocks... and back again to the broad shoulders...she worked away,...her whole body moving over her shoulders...the pressure of her touch increased
[01:22p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ ~~she went lower...her hands passing in unison over his buttocks to the top of his thighs...fingers spread and massaging...slowly...deeply..when she finished she placed a kiss of devotion to his right shoulder and held the towel out for him...he took the towel and wrapped his self up and told her he felt great and now he had to get back to work...she nodded for she knew she had more chores to do this day
[01:23p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ : @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@
[01:26p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ ~~dreamer stands before the tall stands of corn...and her brow knits with concern as she casts an eye over the field “the weeds...all those weeds...they will overrun the corn that we so badly need” she exclaims
[01:28p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ pits on her hands and rubs them together just like she saw the thralls do when she was a little girl before she hard tasks to do...dreamer picks up the spade and moves to the end of the first row...she balances on her tight foot...the left of the edge of the spade and shoves her weight down the spade sinks into the soil...she lifts and turns it...with ease says out loud “this isn’t going to be too bad after all” right foot...the left on the edge
[01:30p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ dreamer builds up a rhythmic movement...as she makes her way down the corn
row...shovel...lift...turn...drop...step...shove...lift...turn drop...step...on and on she worked, and it was not until she reached the end of the row and stood up straight to turn did she feel her back complain “Ouch!" she uttered
[01:34p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ she arched her back...relieving the muscle strain...her shoulders back...her tummy forward...her hips back...and held the pose for a few ihns went up and down the rows...methodically working away...progressing from left to right across the corn field
[01:37p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ now...not only did her back hurt...but her hands...her poor soft hands stung as she gripped the handle of the spade thinking oO(Blisters! Oh, how will these hands give pleasure again?) blistered...calloused hands are not what she needs...nevertheless...she did not stray from the task...these weeds have to go...and she carried on with determination
[01:39p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ completed the digging...tapped the dirt free from the face of the spade and returned it to lean against the fence where she found it...the field looked good...the rich soil turned...the roots of the corn not disturbed...but now free of the nutrient sapping weeds
[01:42p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ thought oO(all that was needed now was a scarecrow...but then again...had she seen any crows here never ever in her life time on Gor for that matter?) and with that thought...of scarecrows... she went back to Citadel sore but satisfied
9/16/20Cleaning the Bakery and a sacrifice
[11:53a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ Master Lee(NPC) gestures for her to come closer as she is walking behind him two paces through town "come here" he says "yes Master" she replies "I have not see the Lady Baker for more than a week...this is her Bakery...she had problems with urts i want you to sweep up the Bakery making it look alive again" he comands "yes Master as you wish"
[11:53a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ looks at the Bakery...this command is of course better than to clean the Prisons! the Bakery smells so sweet...dreamer stands on her legs...hard works is starting...she will do her best...looks around...finds a broom...first thing to do...broom the room starts by the corner near the fire...usually so dirty for the smog...then better to start here
[11:55a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ collects soon a lot of dirty here...coal...ash...so much...then looks at the fire...a nice idea in her...through the dirty on the fire...it will burn soon the coal and dirty...dreamer continues to broom around...under the counters...near the sacks stops looking admired the pasties! the Mistress who owns this Bakery is so expert to cook! so smelling sweet the sweet cakes!
[11:56a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ Master Lee has told...that the Mistress has not been here in days! may be the cakes are no more good! looks around...thinking oO(so sweet seem the cakes if they are acid) giggles with a strange idea in her mind oO(if they...are not fresh...the Free can become ill) smiles malicious oO(why so not do a...brave action?)
[11:56a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ dreamer searched to convince herself...that what she will do is for the health of the Free she will eat a piece of each cake! a little portion! dreamer licks her lips if oO(if she will stay well...the cakes are good) giggles finishes to broom the room...leaves the broom...goes to wash carefully her hands she looks well at each cake...saying "so inviting...yes! i will do this sacrifice"
[11:57a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ searches for a cake knife...gently starts to cut the first cake...a very little piece closes her eyes...enjoying the sweetness of the piece cut "Yummmm this is good! I am happy for the Free!" she says then moves to the second cake...a fruit cake...ramsberries! dreamer licks her lips..thinks oO(better to clean the knife before she cut this other cake) dreamer washes the knife...cuts a little piece of ramsberry cake...eats it...says "it is good! i am happy really...the Free will enjoy with it!"
[11:57a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ the second cake dreamer finishes to lick her lips...then cut the little piece from the third cake says "so soft! the smell of the cake is so sweet even if the cake has been cooked days ago!" eats feels the sweet taste "surely the cake is good...oh yes so good!" now the more dangerous cake!
[11:57a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ arrives near a very high... white. pink red.. a mountain of cream on this cake! adores with her eyes this last one "yes..she will do the last sacrifice!" she announces to herself...this...of course is the more dangerous...the cream soon may become acid! saying "perhaps i will need to taste two little pieces!"
[11:58a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ giggles moans near the cake as a good slave moans when they are in love with their Master! she thinks oO(it's it a special serve that she is doing? of course...she is risking her life!) dreamer explains to herself oO(the right to do! the sacrifice will be done!) soon cut a generous piece of the beautiful cake...closes her eyes...eat it...slowly... trembling for the excitation, so sweet! so soft!
[11:58a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ searches for a paper.. writes on it: leaving it on the counter and she closes the door behind her and waddles up the road like a fat tarsk... back to the Citadel her belly full of sweet treats and a shit eating grin on her face...she still licks her lips
[11:53a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ Master Lee(NPC) gestures for her to come closer as she is walking behind him two paces through town "come here" he says "yes Master" she replies "I have not see the Lady Baker for more than a week...this is her Bakery...she had problems with urts i want you to sweep up the Bakery making it look alive again" he comands "yes Master as you wish"
[11:53a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ looks at the Bakery...this command is of course better than to clean the Prisons! the Bakery smells so sweet...dreamer stands on her legs...hard works is starting...she will do her best...looks around...finds a broom...first thing to do...broom the room starts by the corner near the fire...usually so dirty for the smog...then better to start here
[11:55a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ collects soon a lot of dirty here...coal...ash...so much...then looks at the fire...a nice idea in her...through the dirty on the fire...it will burn soon the coal and dirty...dreamer continues to broom around...under the counters...near the sacks stops looking admired the pasties! the Mistress who owns this Bakery is so expert to cook! so smelling sweet the sweet cakes!
[11:56a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ Master Lee has told...that the Mistress has not been here in days! may be the cakes are no more good! looks around...thinking oO(so sweet seem the cakes if they are acid) giggles with a strange idea in her mind oO(if they...are not fresh...the Free can become ill) smiles malicious oO(why so not do a...brave action?)
[11:56a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ dreamer searched to convince herself...that what she will do is for the health of the Free she will eat a piece of each cake! a little portion! dreamer licks her lips if oO(if she will stay well...the cakes are good) giggles finishes to broom the room...leaves the broom...goes to wash carefully her hands she looks well at each cake...saying "so inviting...yes! i will do this sacrifice"
[11:57a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ searches for a cake knife...gently starts to cut the first cake...a very little piece closes her eyes...enjoying the sweetness of the piece cut "Yummmm this is good! I am happy for the Free!" she says then moves to the second cake...a fruit cake...ramsberries! dreamer licks her lips..thinks oO(better to clean the knife before she cut this other cake) dreamer washes the knife...cuts a little piece of ramsberry cake...eats it...says "it is good! i am happy really...the Free will enjoy with it!"
[11:57a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ the second cake dreamer finishes to lick her lips...then cut the little piece from the third cake says "so soft! the smell of the cake is so sweet even if the cake has been cooked days ago!" eats feels the sweet taste "surely the cake is good...oh yes so good!" now the more dangerous cake!
[11:57a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ arrives near a very high... white. pink red.. a mountain of cream on this cake! adores with her eyes this last one "yes..she will do the last sacrifice!" she announces to herself...this...of course is the more dangerous...the cream soon may become acid! saying "perhaps i will need to taste two little pieces!"
[11:58a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ giggles moans near the cake as a good slave moans when they are in love with their Master! she thinks oO(it's it a special serve that she is doing? of course...she is risking her life!) dreamer explains to herself oO(the right to do! the sacrifice will be done!) soon cut a generous piece of the beautiful cake...closes her eyes...eat it...slowly... trembling for the excitation, so sweet! so soft!
[11:58a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ searches for a paper.. writes on it: leaving it on the counter and she closes the door behind her and waddles up the road like a fat tarsk... back to the Citadel her belly full of sweet treats and a shit eating grin on her face...she still licks her lips
9/15/20 Chops wood for the Home
[11:36a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ leaving the Garden Area and heading to the Shed dreamer exits smiling...axe in hand after getting permission to use the tool from the Big Guard at the door...she walks deep into the forest...looking for the perfect trees to chop down...seeing one using the axe dreamer marks it and moves on to the next one...marking it as well...keeps going marking two more trees she returns to the first one
[11:38a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ lifting the ax high overhead takes a mighty swing...feeling the vibration though the ax handle as it hits the tree she pulls back and takes another big swing...a piece of wood goes flying dreamer had to duck out of the way quickly so as not to get hit...she continues chopping until she can just push on the tree hearing the crack as it falls and hits the ground now that this one is down...moves to the next tree...wiping her forehead to get rid of the beads of sweat that have built up
[11:40a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ once the sweat is gone she picks the ax back up and continues chopping the wood into smaller logs...leaving them in small piles to be collected later on...turning on her heel the girl walks back to the Shed...entering and lets her blue eyes adjust to the dim light...seeing a sledge on the wall the girl takes it down and carries it back to the pile of stacked wood...stacking the wood on the sledge...the lil bond pulls it back to the woodshed and unloads it...making the trip between several times know with the cooler weather creeping up on us it will be welcomed to be in stock
[11:38a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ lifting the ax high overhead takes a mighty swing...feeling the vibration though the ax handle as it hits the tree she pulls back and takes another big swing...a piece of wood goes flying dreamer had to duck out of the way quickly so as not to get hit...she continues chopping until she can just push on the tree hearing the crack as it falls and hits the ground now that this one is down...moves to the next tree...wiping her forehead to get rid of the beads of sweat that have built up
[11:40a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ once the sweat is gone she picks the ax back up and continues chopping the wood into smaller logs...leaving them in small piles to be collected later on...turning on her heel the girl walks back to the Shed...entering and lets her blue eyes adjust to the dim light...seeing a sledge on the wall the girl takes it down and carries it back to the pile of stacked wood...stacking the wood on the sledge...the lil bond pulls it back to the woodshed and unloads it...making the trip between several times know with the cooler weather creeping up on us it will be welcomed to be in stock
[11:42a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ afterwards she goes to the Kitchen porch and takes a bath in the wash tub making sure to get off all the dirt and grime from her slave flesh so she will be more presentable to serve...she deposits the towel in the laundry dresses pulling here hair up in a bun then makes her way to the cooking fires to get her Master his Dinner she takes up a tray and chooses for him four small roasted vulo hens..some sauteed wild mushrooms...a goblet of ramsberry tea and a plate of chocolate covered cherries
[11:44a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ shifting the tray to both hands she turns on the balls of her bare feet and swings her hips from side to side as she walks detouring benches and tables till she reaches his chair she places the tray before him then to the right of him she takes her kneel
[11:46a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ thighs spread widely..back arches chest out heart pounding against her chest...hands that lay to her inner things with palms offering as she bows her head of gold with a soft tone she announces
[11:48a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ : Master...girl brings you your Dinner of Roasted Vulo...Wild Mushrooms...Ramsberry Iced Tea and Candied Cherries she prays you enjoy them just as much as it enjoyed this girl to serve you
[11:49a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ she awaits quietly as he settles back in his chair more...looks to her offering licking his lips as she awaits for his reply
[11:44a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ shifting the tray to both hands she turns on the balls of her bare feet and swings her hips from side to side as she walks detouring benches and tables till she reaches his chair she places the tray before him then to the right of him she takes her kneel
[11:46a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ thighs spread widely..back arches chest out heart pounding against her chest...hands that lay to her inner things with palms offering as she bows her head of gold with a soft tone she announces
[11:48a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ : Master...girl brings you your Dinner of Roasted Vulo...Wild Mushrooms...Ramsberry Iced Tea and Candied Cherries she prays you enjoy them just as much as it enjoyed this girl to serve you
[11:49a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ she awaits quietly as he settles back in his chair more...looks to her offering licking his lips as she awaits for his reply
9/1520 Administrators Office Clean
~~after washing my Master clothes and hers.s.he collects a broom dustpan rep cloths and a damp mop...and pitter patters down the Hall to the Administrators Office...i open the big heavy door and sets the supplies down while i open the curtains and pops open the window the cool morning air sweeping inward airing the Office out
~~dreamer goes around the Room dusting and putting scrolls up and books...she checks the Hearth the fire is at a medium roar and the log box full...it is almost fall and the morning and late evenings it gets cool so want to make sure my Masters Office to be heated to a comfortable level
~~i pick up the rugs and takes them outside and i shake them i add some ashes to them and i run a brush over them cleaning them deeply i leave them to soak up some sun while i go back to the Office and sweeps the floor greatly his Office need to be presentable when other Free come to do business with him the dust pan eats up the dirt and dust
~~a nice dance with the mop around the room makes the stone floor shine like a mirror...leaving the floor to dry from the sun and the breeze blowing in the window she takes her supplies and carries them back to the Supply Room empties the dust pan and washes the mop out sits it out on the pack porch of the Kitchen
~~ out in the Yard she collects the rugs and takes them back to her Masters Office laying them back to the floor by his desk and the chairs around the Room...she runs her fingers through each one fluffing them up just a little bit more rising up she looks around the room and imagines her Master sitting behind his desk smiling at her...she turns and leaves the Office closing the heavy door behind her
~~she goes to the Laundry Room deposits her kirtle in the basket and she collects a new silk and wraps around her plucks a bar of soap off the shelf and heads out to the Water Front to bathe knowing when she gets back it will be time for Dinner...she has something different in mind...
~~dreamer goes around the Room dusting and putting scrolls up and books...she checks the Hearth the fire is at a medium roar and the log box full...it is almost fall and the morning and late evenings it gets cool so want to make sure my Masters Office to be heated to a comfortable level
~~i pick up the rugs and takes them outside and i shake them i add some ashes to them and i run a brush over them cleaning them deeply i leave them to soak up some sun while i go back to the Office and sweeps the floor greatly his Office need to be presentable when other Free come to do business with him the dust pan eats up the dirt and dust
~~a nice dance with the mop around the room makes the stone floor shine like a mirror...leaving the floor to dry from the sun and the breeze blowing in the window she takes her supplies and carries them back to the Supply Room empties the dust pan and washes the mop out sits it out on the pack porch of the Kitchen
~~ out in the Yard she collects the rugs and takes them back to her Masters Office laying them back to the floor by his desk and the chairs around the Room...she runs her fingers through each one fluffing them up just a little bit more rising up she looks around the room and imagines her Master sitting behind his desk smiling at her...she turns and leaves the Office closing the heavy door behind her
~~she goes to the Laundry Room deposits her kirtle in the basket and she collects a new silk and wraps around her plucks a bar of soap off the shelf and heads out to the Water Front to bathe knowing when she gets back it will be time for Dinner...she has something different in mind...
9/15/20 Washing my Master clothes & mine
~heads back upstairs afrter she ate her Breakfast to my Masters Chambers she collects his and her soiled clothes...placing them in a basket she found in the closet of the Room...she makes the bed up so it will be fresh for my Master when night settles in...opens the window to let fresh air in...
~~ on top of the laundry she places the plate and collects the empty tankard that had been used...she continues on her way to the back of the Kitchen...depositing them in the dishpan smiling to the Kitchen wench before moving on takes the basket at her hip gathering a few extra items that one of the girls from the Main Room told her to find them...
~~a bar of soap and a wash board and wooden clothes pins riding atop the soiled clothing...with a turn she sets out for the walk down to the River where she fished the other day with Master Loyd(NPC) and his beautiful slave girl...with the dirty load the bond marches on between the muddy trenches heavy wagons have made...listen to the tress in the slight wind...rather quiet...smiled as her steps reached the banks of the River
~~flipped the basket over on a big rock inbreed in the bank...outing the dirty cloths to the ground unceremoniously settling herself to a kneel...the empty basket on her right the bar of soap in her hand and the washboard leaning against her legs...the river's water was still cold regardless of the faint summer leavening...
~~dreamer began to wash each dirty piece giggling as the bubbles the soap created drew upwards towards the sky all around her cherub face...she scrubbed fiercely on each piece of cloth removing dirt an debris giving it a good rinse an wring before depositing the wet clothes back to the basket...that she will take back to the Citadel to hang up out back on the clothes line ...
~~hummed a little tune...her Old Mistress had taught her...figuring that Odin would understand the words in her heart even if a different language...she began to sing the words out loud...thanking the spirits that be for this day...sang out the drum beats from a far away land echo in her ears as she offers prayers from her heart up...arms pumping against the washboard on each piece of clothing...fingers numb from the River's cold water...
~~she let each word slide with ease past lips of crimson at a soft near whisper tone...the drums beat in her head influencing the way the words rolled off her tongue as she scrubbed and wrung out the fabric parcels and deposited them in the basket singing out her thanks to the Grandfathers and Grandmothers of yesterday...today and tomorrow...
~~sang out words thanking the spirits of the wind...water...fire...and land...lost in her work an thoughts of her Masters teachings an the impact they had made on her life sang out thanks to each of the four directions...gathering the last piece of soiled clothes in her hands and taking it to task on the washboards rippled surface...
~~finished the wash and song in a prayer asking to help her live the good life...a blush an a smile rose to facial features as her Master now came to the forefront of her mind...rinsing the soap from hands and wash board they were set neatly on top of the heavy basket of wet clean clothes...
~~heaved the heavy basket and settled it on a hip awkwardly shifted outward to help secure the lil bond's load of clean clothes...stammered back up to the Homes Back Yard to the clothes line...hanging each piece up to dry in the sunlight and warmth and slight breeze...enjoying the warmth of the sun on her fingers...the icy temperature of the River had chilled the bond and she makes quick work of it...leaving the basket to collect later beneath the line beams having finished a chore for her Master and herself...
~~ on top of the laundry she places the plate and collects the empty tankard that had been used...she continues on her way to the back of the Kitchen...depositing them in the dishpan smiling to the Kitchen wench before moving on takes the basket at her hip gathering a few extra items that one of the girls from the Main Room told her to find them...
~~a bar of soap and a wash board and wooden clothes pins riding atop the soiled clothing...with a turn she sets out for the walk down to the River where she fished the other day with Master Loyd(NPC) and his beautiful slave girl...with the dirty load the bond marches on between the muddy trenches heavy wagons have made...listen to the tress in the slight wind...rather quiet...smiled as her steps reached the banks of the River
~~flipped the basket over on a big rock inbreed in the bank...outing the dirty cloths to the ground unceremoniously settling herself to a kneel...the empty basket on her right the bar of soap in her hand and the washboard leaning against her legs...the river's water was still cold regardless of the faint summer leavening...
~~dreamer began to wash each dirty piece giggling as the bubbles the soap created drew upwards towards the sky all around her cherub face...she scrubbed fiercely on each piece of cloth removing dirt an debris giving it a good rinse an wring before depositing the wet clothes back to the basket...that she will take back to the Citadel to hang up out back on the clothes line ...
~~hummed a little tune...her Old Mistress had taught her...figuring that Odin would understand the words in her heart even if a different language...she began to sing the words out loud...thanking the spirits that be for this day...sang out the drum beats from a far away land echo in her ears as she offers prayers from her heart up...arms pumping against the washboard on each piece of clothing...fingers numb from the River's cold water...
~~she let each word slide with ease past lips of crimson at a soft near whisper tone...the drums beat in her head influencing the way the words rolled off her tongue as she scrubbed and wrung out the fabric parcels and deposited them in the basket singing out her thanks to the Grandfathers and Grandmothers of yesterday...today and tomorrow...
~~sang out words thanking the spirits of the wind...water...fire...and land...lost in her work an thoughts of her Masters teachings an the impact they had made on her life sang out thanks to each of the four directions...gathering the last piece of soiled clothes in her hands and taking it to task on the washboards rippled surface...
~~finished the wash and song in a prayer asking to help her live the good life...a blush an a smile rose to facial features as her Master now came to the forefront of her mind...rinsing the soap from hands and wash board they were set neatly on top of the heavy basket of wet clean clothes...
~~heaved the heavy basket and settled it on a hip awkwardly shifted outward to help secure the lil bond's load of clean clothes...stammered back up to the Homes Back Yard to the clothes line...hanging each piece up to dry in the sunlight and warmth and slight breeze...enjoying the warmth of the sun on her fingers...the icy temperature of the River had chilled the bond and she makes quick work of it...leaving the basket to collect later beneath the line beams having finished a chore for her Master and herself...
9/14/20 Kitchen duty after Lunch
~~bare feet quietly slap against the stone path that lead towards the Kitchen door...the rain pelted her minuscule form...as golden locks of silk become heavy with water...drops of water flowing freely over skin...glistening with the light that streamed through the windows of the Kitchen
~~throwing the heavy wooden door open and skittering into the warmth leaning over slightly...palms against knees breathing deeply... standing straight against and gazing about the distressed Kitchen...glittering crystal blue gems falling upon the dirty dishes that had been piled half-haphazardly in the fish barrel...nearly fainting with disgust
~~sauntering towards the barrels full of the dishes from Lunch...seductive hips swaying with a gentle rhythm...ample breasts bouncing willowy...lithe arms moving in soft flowing motions sorting the dishes to be washed
~~strolling towards the flickering fire...the sparks flickering off of the logs...hissing gently on the cool stone...the warmth of the fire conducted into her velvet skin...warming glistening...dewy flesh...stopping a moment to flip her head upside down golden tresses tumbling down...lifting hands to wring her luscious curls out
~~flicking her head back up and continuing with washing the dishes...leaning out and grabbing the steaming pot of clean stream water from the hook over the fire...careful not to burn herself and turning back to the wash bins pouring it into the depths below...watching as it fills it to the rim...settling the dirtiest of dishes into the water...watching the dirt and grime lifting to the top and sprinkling soap stone flakes into the pool
~~diving into it...elbows deep in old food and now dirty water an old rep-cloth clenched in her dainty fist and with surprising strength scrubbing the pots...pans...plates...bowl...glasses...and utensils until they sparkled clean...setting them in the fresh cool water that was beside her...watching the bubbles of the soap slough off leaving a healthy shine
~~a pearly down white rep-cloth was on the peg beside girl leaning around the sharp corner of the counter top and snapping it away...drying the dishes well but gently....gazing into the beautiful crystal surface of a goblet seeing herself within it's glittering depths giggling quietly and drying each piece quickly and efficiently settling them back near their brother's and sister's in the pantry and cabinets
~~taking the wet rep-cloth and wiping the dirty counter tops off...wringing it out and throwing it in the Laundry basket....turning and lugging the huge wooden barrel of filthy dish water...throwing it out into the pouring rain...the trees swirling about each other in the whipping wind
~~closing the door with her carefully hearing the lock click closed....whisking away any dirt that was left behind from the dirty dishes...watching the Kitchen begin to take form again...into the Cold Room she put away the food that was left out...the scraps from Lunch thrown into a wooden bucket for the sleens
~~taking a broom and sweeping the floor below her...trying to keep the dust down as best as possible...out the door the dirt and dust went along with the moldy bits of food that fell to the floor while she cleaned the counter tops...putting it back into the closet...closing the door behind her nodding her golden maned head up and down with pleasure looking around the Kitchen throbbing with life and cleanliness
~~plucking a few logs from the pile next to her and pushing them down into the fire...watching the coals flicker with life into flames... skipping out into the Main Room the soft murmuring of voices flowing out of the doorway...the voice of her Master stirring her own fire slave heat moistening as she goes to him
~~throwing the heavy wooden door open and skittering into the warmth leaning over slightly...palms against knees breathing deeply... standing straight against and gazing about the distressed Kitchen...glittering crystal blue gems falling upon the dirty dishes that had been piled half-haphazardly in the fish barrel...nearly fainting with disgust
~~sauntering towards the barrels full of the dishes from Lunch...seductive hips swaying with a gentle rhythm...ample breasts bouncing willowy...lithe arms moving in soft flowing motions sorting the dishes to be washed
~~strolling towards the flickering fire...the sparks flickering off of the logs...hissing gently on the cool stone...the warmth of the fire conducted into her velvet skin...warming glistening...dewy flesh...stopping a moment to flip her head upside down golden tresses tumbling down...lifting hands to wring her luscious curls out
~~flicking her head back up and continuing with washing the dishes...leaning out and grabbing the steaming pot of clean stream water from the hook over the fire...careful not to burn herself and turning back to the wash bins pouring it into the depths below...watching as it fills it to the rim...settling the dirtiest of dishes into the water...watching the dirt and grime lifting to the top and sprinkling soap stone flakes into the pool
~~diving into it...elbows deep in old food and now dirty water an old rep-cloth clenched in her dainty fist and with surprising strength scrubbing the pots...pans...plates...bowl...glasses...and utensils until they sparkled clean...setting them in the fresh cool water that was beside her...watching the bubbles of the soap slough off leaving a healthy shine
~~a pearly down white rep-cloth was on the peg beside girl leaning around the sharp corner of the counter top and snapping it away...drying the dishes well but gently....gazing into the beautiful crystal surface of a goblet seeing herself within it's glittering depths giggling quietly and drying each piece quickly and efficiently settling them back near their brother's and sister's in the pantry and cabinets
~~taking the wet rep-cloth and wiping the dirty counter tops off...wringing it out and throwing it in the Laundry basket....turning and lugging the huge wooden barrel of filthy dish water...throwing it out into the pouring rain...the trees swirling about each other in the whipping wind
~~closing the door with her carefully hearing the lock click closed....whisking away any dirt that was left behind from the dirty dishes...watching the Kitchen begin to take form again...into the Cold Room she put away the food that was left out...the scraps from Lunch thrown into a wooden bucket for the sleens
~~taking a broom and sweeping the floor below her...trying to keep the dust down as best as possible...out the door the dirt and dust went along with the moldy bits of food that fell to the floor while she cleaned the counter tops...putting it back into the closet...closing the door behind her nodding her golden maned head up and down with pleasure looking around the Kitchen throbbing with life and cleanliness
~~plucking a few logs from the pile next to her and pushing them down into the fire...watching the coals flicker with life into flames... skipping out into the Main Room the soft murmuring of voices flowing out of the doorway...the voice of her Master stirring her own fire slave heat moistening as she goes to him
9/14/20 New boots for my Master
~dreamer rises from her Masters bed after resting quietly with him...exits the Room...pads along till she enters the Main Room...she goes to the Kitchen and eats Lunch...then goes takes her bath...brushes her teeth and combs her hair...powders and perfumes up...she then goes outside to the Supply Shed to get the bundle she placed there the other day...for her new project...
~~the afternoon sun was shining brightly over the vast grounds as dreamer made her way to the smooth rock protruding from the grass...the radiance of the sun caressed her skin as the slave lowered herself to perch on its warmth...soft crystal blue eyes waltzed across the rolling landscape of the grounds allowing the harmony of nature to put her heart and mind at ease...the bundle tucked under her wing encased her task for the afternoon...
~~spreading it open...her soft hands caressed the leather as her thoughts made a path to the boots of her Master days of travel and the harshness of the land had made the once soft skinned footwear haggard and worn...the time had arrived for a new pair...and she hopes would be much a surprise for him...and prays the he will be just as pleased for her thinking of him...
~~the boots had been days in the making...the journey began deep in the night as her Master slept...with sounds of the night winds howling in his ears...the lil bond used the light of the moons to make a pattern...carefully the shapes and lines were sketched so that the new pair would fit perfectly on his feet...
~~the cutting stone used in the Supply Shed barely dented the surface and after begging for help from the Big Guard at the Door...the tall hazel eyed Guard had watched her carefully maneuver his quiva to cut the softly tanned Bosk pelt and the white hurt wool...
~~dreamer was amazed at how the blade had sliced the strong hide as if it were butter...late at night after all were asleep...she would work silently as she could...today as the Bosk grazed not far from her...the girl began the final step of sewing the boots together...
~~using an awl made from bone...the leather was pierced and then laced with sinew...her closely bond stitches looped over and under again and again...as her fingers began to blister and ache...ehns dissolved into ahns...
~~reaching toward the sun...her hands fanned out to release the tension...as her back arched and stretched...a dainty yellow butterfly landed on her shoulder...the tiny winged creature was so delicate and frail and yet it took flight with the confidence of a herlit...the girl watched as it danced from flower to flower shimmering golden in the sun...the vision was a reminder that strength doesn’t always show itself in muscle and brawn...samiam thought he was a great Hunter trying to catch it...
~~the awl and sinew forged together creating the armor that would protect the feet of the one that would wear them...the finest wool from the hurt was sewn inside and would serve to soften and cradle his steps from the rough hard ground...as the last stitches were tightened to secure she began to sing a prayer to the wind...
~~her song intertwined with the beautiful cry of the veminium bird...celebrated the gifts from the earth that were given in the creation of the boots...the lil bond entreated soft paths and splendid ahns for the one whose wisdom tells the stories of days gone by to better him self...the agony in her fingers disappeared as her heart swelled joy in the completed task...
~~dreamer gathered her supplies and the boots and strutted back to the Supply Shed to replace the tools she had used...she placed a thank you kiss to the cheek of theBig Guard at the Door for his help in making the boots...girl with boots in tow enters the Kitchen and sashays to the Main Room walks down the Hall seeking out her Masters Chambers a path she has walked before...
~~she opened the door to the Room just enough to pass thru...she knelt and she crawled on her belly to side of the bed...her flesh quivered as soft sleeping sounds of her Master penetrated the stillness...she crept about quiet as an urt not daring to disturb his after noon nap...
~~her slave heart racing...the new boots were placed along side the well worn ones...placing a kiss of devotion on each...the lil bond scampered back to the Main Room...praying her work would be found pleasing...seated herself to the window seat and watches while the thralls brought in the live stock for the evening...with a great big grin on her face...
~~the afternoon sun was shining brightly over the vast grounds as dreamer made her way to the smooth rock protruding from the grass...the radiance of the sun caressed her skin as the slave lowered herself to perch on its warmth...soft crystal blue eyes waltzed across the rolling landscape of the grounds allowing the harmony of nature to put her heart and mind at ease...the bundle tucked under her wing encased her task for the afternoon...
~~spreading it open...her soft hands caressed the leather as her thoughts made a path to the boots of her Master days of travel and the harshness of the land had made the once soft skinned footwear haggard and worn...the time had arrived for a new pair...and she hopes would be much a surprise for him...and prays the he will be just as pleased for her thinking of him...
~~the boots had been days in the making...the journey began deep in the night as her Master slept...with sounds of the night winds howling in his ears...the lil bond used the light of the moons to make a pattern...carefully the shapes and lines were sketched so that the new pair would fit perfectly on his feet...
~~the cutting stone used in the Supply Shed barely dented the surface and after begging for help from the Big Guard at the Door...the tall hazel eyed Guard had watched her carefully maneuver his quiva to cut the softly tanned Bosk pelt and the white hurt wool...
~~dreamer was amazed at how the blade had sliced the strong hide as if it were butter...late at night after all were asleep...she would work silently as she could...today as the Bosk grazed not far from her...the girl began the final step of sewing the boots together...
~~using an awl made from bone...the leather was pierced and then laced with sinew...her closely bond stitches looped over and under again and again...as her fingers began to blister and ache...ehns dissolved into ahns...
~~reaching toward the sun...her hands fanned out to release the tension...as her back arched and stretched...a dainty yellow butterfly landed on her shoulder...the tiny winged creature was so delicate and frail and yet it took flight with the confidence of a herlit...the girl watched as it danced from flower to flower shimmering golden in the sun...the vision was a reminder that strength doesn’t always show itself in muscle and brawn...samiam thought he was a great Hunter trying to catch it...
~~the awl and sinew forged together creating the armor that would protect the feet of the one that would wear them...the finest wool from the hurt was sewn inside and would serve to soften and cradle his steps from the rough hard ground...as the last stitches were tightened to secure she began to sing a prayer to the wind...
~~her song intertwined with the beautiful cry of the veminium bird...celebrated the gifts from the earth that were given in the creation of the boots...the lil bond entreated soft paths and splendid ahns for the one whose wisdom tells the stories of days gone by to better him self...the agony in her fingers disappeared as her heart swelled joy in the completed task...
~~dreamer gathered her supplies and the boots and strutted back to the Supply Shed to replace the tools she had used...she placed a thank you kiss to the cheek of theBig Guard at the Door for his help in making the boots...girl with boots in tow enters the Kitchen and sashays to the Main Room walks down the Hall seeking out her Masters Chambers a path she has walked before...
~~she opened the door to the Room just enough to pass thru...she knelt and she crawled on her belly to side of the bed...her flesh quivered as soft sleeping sounds of her Master penetrated the stillness...she crept about quiet as an urt not daring to disturb his after noon nap...
~~her slave heart racing...the new boots were placed along side the well worn ones...placing a kiss of devotion on each...the lil bond scampered back to the Main Room...praying her work would be found pleasing...seated herself to the window seat and watches while the thralls brought in the live stock for the evening...with a great big grin on her face...
9/13/20 Rep Cloths Towels Washed--Entertained the Crowd
~~after taking samiam for a walk she steps into the Home she looks about...seeing most is in order...she goes fetches fresh pitchers of mead paga and ale setting them to the tables and then fetches ice to keep them cool....making sure vessels are available smiles at the others cleaning tables sweeping the floor
~~fluffing her hair some she finds herself...lifting the basket of towels and rep cloths she takes to the Laundry Room and begins to wash them in the big kettle....twirling them around with the huge paddle...dunking them up and down in the soapy water...then transfers them to the cooler rinse water....then wrings them out and hangs them one by one on the indoor line....she opens all the windows so the breeze will blow in and dry them....she exits and goes to the Main Room of the Citadel and see many Men have arrived she can only guess taking a well needed break from working on the Docks
~~she gets an idea that this would be a perfect time for the dancing girls and her to entertain the crowd so they all go in the back room and dress accordingly and come out on the stage as one of the thralls lift the curtain and the other girls and he entertain the Free Men
~~a songs and dances with the other girls...they entertains..more guest arrive...they stops long enough to serve them beverage then continues at their command...they tell her they can hear all the way to the docks...dreamer sees the eyes of people peeping thru the windows...smiling...knowing we are making a lot of people happy with how we entertain we sing and dance our hearts out....dreamer always loves to entertain....so her slave desires of pleasing is being fulfilled at this moment too
~~takes a few requests from the crew ship members...then stops knowing she now must finish her chores...she thanks everyone afterwards....she returns to the Laundry Room to take the rep cloths and towels down...before she does she sprays them with vanilla water...so the towels smell good....she unpins them folds them and then takes them to the Supply Room and sets them to the shelf so the girls will have fresh towels....the little bond smiles
~~knowing now the rep clothes and towels are plentiful...washes up the vessels from her little entertainment session...smiling humming tooo....she feels the familiar tickle to her feet knowing samiam is ready to be fed...she pours a bowl of cream and feeds bits of shark tips from Dinner she made sure some of there meat from the dish she picked off...she saved the kit to feed upon...smiles to him then she takes her favorite spot up on the windows ledge in the moons that shines thru...thinking always of her Master
9/13/20Cleaning Tables--Serve Kal-da to a Visiting Mistress
~~dreamer walks around the Main Hall wiping down the tables making sure they are clean for Dinner time...the other girls are sweeping and restocking the fire places and gathering dishes and vessels to be washed
~~a Mistress that is seated by the window says to dreamer ”I would like a Kal-da...and please will you see if you can find a reed for me so I can sip it without my lips being hurt by the strong spices and the heat" dreamer bobs her head gently as she giggles “yes Mistress Kal-da with a reed…” she purrs softly as she turns upon her toes and goes to the Kitchen
~~purrs softly as she moves to the Kitchen her hips sway as she moves kirtle swirls about her ankles gently caressing her skin with each movement...settling on her toes she peeks about the Kitchen...looking over the barrels they have laid out...some of mead...some of ale...steely eyes come to rest on the bottles of Ka-la-na the Mistress watches the girl walk gracefully to the Kitchen and ewashes and dries her hands
~~dreamer cants her head a bit as lithe fingers caress the bottle as she reaches for it...rolling it through her fingers looking over the label...Ka-la-na of Ar...bobbing her head a bit settling on the bottle she held...bringing the bottle to her lips she took the cork in her teeth....cants her head a bit as lithe fingers caress the bottle as she reaches for it. Rolling it through her fingers looking over the label, Ka-la-na of Ar...bobbing her head a bit settling on the bottle she held...bringing the bottle to her lips she took the cork in her teeth
~~dreamer wiggles a bit as she works the cork in her teeth...as the cork pops from the bottle the smell of the sweet wine hit her nose...the taste lingered on the cork...setting the bottle to the side she smiles as she looks about the Kitchen again...looking for the topsit juice...canting her head as she looks over the decanters laid out
~~takes each decanter and sniffs them...setting the sour topsit juice and the larma juice to the side next to the bottle of Ka-la-na...humming gently as she peeks over the spices they had laid out grabbing the cinnamon and nutmeg setting them next to the decanters of juices
~~she purrs softly as she looks about folding at her waist as she moves about the Kitchen looking for a copper pot...tilting her head to the side steely gaze looking over the pot...after checking the pot over for dings or dents she set it close to the fire....reaching for the Ka-la-na she sniffs it softly and beams brightly as she peeks about debating on taking a taste...she knew better
~~dreamer tilts her head to the other side...as she pours the deep red wine into the copper pot...velvet lips part as she breathes in the aroma of the Ka-la-na...sweet fruit wine of Ar...getting the pot to the heat she grasps the cinnamon taking a large spoonful and pouring it into the Ka-la-na...doing the same with the nutmeg...she sniffs the concoction scrunching her nose
~~she snaps her fingers looking for the hot pepper powder...the brew didn’t smell strong enough yet...she pours some into the mix looking to give the drink it’s full bodied flavor and warming properties....looking like a mad scientist she reaches for the decanters as the steam rises from the copper pot
~~her pouring the Topsit juice in...she bounces a bit in the Kitchen excited for the way her drink will turn out...adding Larma juice to the mix as well purring softly....allowing it to boil away a bit...as she looks for a footed bowl...bending down looking for a small reed for the Mistress....setting it next to the footed bowl
~~her finding the ladle dipping it slowly into the copper pot careful not to touch the bottom with the ladle not taking the spices into the bowl...steam rises from the footed bowl as she takes it in lithe fingers....heat coming from the bowl she thinks better of it grabbing a rep cloth....curling it about the bowl to protect the Mistress’ fingers and her’s
~~the Mistress twiddles her fingers just checking if dreamer was still there...dreamer taking the reed in her one finger and thumb as she sets her hips to sway coming back to the table peeking up at the Mistress as she gracefully holds out the footed bowl and speaks gently “Mistress your Kal-da...may it remind you of the days in Tharna when the silver masks fell.”
~~dreamer holds the tiny reed in her fingers to the Mistress as well..to protect her lips...the Mistress smiles as dreamer returns and takes the steaming bowl from her thankful to have the cloth to hold it...moves her veil and sips the wine through the reed ”Oh my" she gasps "this is hot in every way but soo good...lease remind me not to have too much dear”
~~and the Mistress speaks again “Thank you well served” the lil bond beams brightly and purrs softly “yes Mistress she will make sure and thank you Mistress” and asks if she can get the Mistress anything else...the Mistress waves her hand for pure to go away...dreamer nods and turns and goes to finish wiping down the tables in the Main Hall happy to have been able to serve in her Masters Home
~~a Mistress that is seated by the window says to dreamer ”I would like a Kal-da...and please will you see if you can find a reed for me so I can sip it without my lips being hurt by the strong spices and the heat" dreamer bobs her head gently as she giggles “yes Mistress Kal-da with a reed…” she purrs softly as she turns upon her toes and goes to the Kitchen
~~purrs softly as she moves to the Kitchen her hips sway as she moves kirtle swirls about her ankles gently caressing her skin with each movement...settling on her toes she peeks about the Kitchen...looking over the barrels they have laid out...some of mead...some of ale...steely eyes come to rest on the bottles of Ka-la-na the Mistress watches the girl walk gracefully to the Kitchen and ewashes and dries her hands
~~dreamer cants her head a bit as lithe fingers caress the bottle as she reaches for it...rolling it through her fingers looking over the label...Ka-la-na of Ar...bobbing her head a bit settling on the bottle she held...bringing the bottle to her lips she took the cork in her teeth....cants her head a bit as lithe fingers caress the bottle as she reaches for it. Rolling it through her fingers looking over the label, Ka-la-na of Ar...bobbing her head a bit settling on the bottle she held...bringing the bottle to her lips she took the cork in her teeth
~~dreamer wiggles a bit as she works the cork in her teeth...as the cork pops from the bottle the smell of the sweet wine hit her nose...the taste lingered on the cork...setting the bottle to the side she smiles as she looks about the Kitchen again...looking for the topsit juice...canting her head as she looks over the decanters laid out
~~takes each decanter and sniffs them...setting the sour topsit juice and the larma juice to the side next to the bottle of Ka-la-na...humming gently as she peeks over the spices they had laid out grabbing the cinnamon and nutmeg setting them next to the decanters of juices
~~she purrs softly as she looks about folding at her waist as she moves about the Kitchen looking for a copper pot...tilting her head to the side steely gaze looking over the pot...after checking the pot over for dings or dents she set it close to the fire....reaching for the Ka-la-na she sniffs it softly and beams brightly as she peeks about debating on taking a taste...she knew better
~~dreamer tilts her head to the other side...as she pours the deep red wine into the copper pot...velvet lips part as she breathes in the aroma of the Ka-la-na...sweet fruit wine of Ar...getting the pot to the heat she grasps the cinnamon taking a large spoonful and pouring it into the Ka-la-na...doing the same with the nutmeg...she sniffs the concoction scrunching her nose
~~she snaps her fingers looking for the hot pepper powder...the brew didn’t smell strong enough yet...she pours some into the mix looking to give the drink it’s full bodied flavor and warming properties....looking like a mad scientist she reaches for the decanters as the steam rises from the copper pot
~~her pouring the Topsit juice in...she bounces a bit in the Kitchen excited for the way her drink will turn out...adding Larma juice to the mix as well purring softly....allowing it to boil away a bit...as she looks for a footed bowl...bending down looking for a small reed for the Mistress....setting it next to the footed bowl
~~her finding the ladle dipping it slowly into the copper pot careful not to touch the bottom with the ladle not taking the spices into the bowl...steam rises from the footed bowl as she takes it in lithe fingers....heat coming from the bowl she thinks better of it grabbing a rep cloth....curling it about the bowl to protect the Mistress’ fingers and her’s
~~the Mistress twiddles her fingers just checking if dreamer was still there...dreamer taking the reed in her one finger and thumb as she sets her hips to sway coming back to the table peeking up at the Mistress as she gracefully holds out the footed bowl and speaks gently “Mistress your Kal-da...may it remind you of the days in Tharna when the silver masks fell.”
~~dreamer holds the tiny reed in her fingers to the Mistress as well..to protect her lips...the Mistress smiles as dreamer returns and takes the steaming bowl from her thankful to have the cloth to hold it...moves her veil and sips the wine through the reed ”Oh my" she gasps "this is hot in every way but soo good...lease remind me not to have too much dear”
~~and the Mistress speaks again “Thank you well served” the lil bond beams brightly and purrs softly “yes Mistress she will make sure and thank you Mistress” and asks if she can get the Mistress anything else...the Mistress waves her hand for pure to go away...dreamer nods and turns and goes to finish wiping down the tables in the Main Hall happy to have been able to serve in her Masters Home
9/12/20 Admistrators Office--Small Treatment Room--Mistress Saschas Chambers Cleaned
~~after serving my Master his lunch and talking with him a bit after as he rises to leave i stand up and peck his jawline with a kiss and tells him to be careful on his journey out to town...i watch as we walks out of site...a little sadness waves over me as he leaves...if it were my choice which it isn't i would have him here me sitting on his lap and just talking the rest of the day...but i know he has his work of Administrator to do which is important and i have chores to finish here at Home....i sigh
~~well it is the weekend and i always clean the Administrator Office and the Small Treatment Room so i go out to the Kitchen and i gather my supplies and head down the Hall to start...entering my Masters Office... i turn the oil lamps up and then i pull the drapes and open all the windows...with a clean rep cloth i go about the Room dusting and wiping things down...there is so much in this Room i even dust the photos on the wall and i get the webs out of the corners
~~i polish the woodwork to where i can see myself in the shine...next i seep the floor making sure to get under tables and his desk...today his desk was neat and tidy guess cause he has been going to town and not really working from his Office this week...i humm while i sweep the dust i feed the dust pan and i toss it in the trash can...making a note to take it with me to empty and wash it out i set outsider the door...a dance with the damp mop and the Room gleams a new look..i smile and i know my Master will be pleased
~~next i travel to the Small Treatment Room...walking inside i look about not much has been disturb since i was here putting the bandages away...i still open drapes and window to allow fresh air and i do a light dusting of the shelves of medicine and books...like my Master Office there is a lot here to keep in tip top shape i start to sing as i dust a merry little tune the City kids sing all the time...about a playground
~~next i tend sweep the room from side to side back to front till all the dust and dirt is being fed to the dust pan...i strip the bedding bundles them up and along with the trash can here i exit on the way to the Laundry Room i pick up the other trash can and we all take the walk to the Kitchen i dump the bedding in the Laundry Room and i take the trash and walk out side and adds to the burn pile..coming back in i wash the trash can and dry them i choose 4 bedding for the Treatment Room and with all we go back down the Hall
~~i place one trash can by my Masters Office then i walk back to the Treatment Room setting the trash basket down near the desk...then i make up each of the beds tucking the sheets tight and making corners...draping them with warm blankets and i fluff the pillows after casing them...looking about i smile and lastly i take a damp mop to the floor and once again the Treatment Room is in tip top shape for Mistress Sascha to start the week off
~~take my supplies and something tells me that Mistress Saschas Chambers have not been tended to so i walk with my supplies down to her Chambers knocks on the door...listens no answer so i peek in and i was right the Chambers have not been dealt with...i slip in open the curtains and the window the bush of a breeze enters the Room awaking it to life...i go about dusting and polishing the wood work i love looking at her dressing table there are so many bobbles and gems makes ones eyes sparkle...i sweep the Room then i strip the bedding and once again i take a trip to the Laundry Room picking another bedding fitting for a Free Woman
~~upon my return i fit the sheet to the bed pulling it tight and tucks the top sheet under and makes the corners squared...draping the duvet atop casing the pillows fluffing them up and arranges them just so...another dance with the mop and we are through...whee glad i looked in cause if the Chambers were not cleaned us slaves would have been punished...i exit the Room with my supplies and i go and put them away washing the mop out
~~what a busy day...looking down i see i have messed this outfit up with dust and hard work i choose a new outfit tossing my to the Laundry and getting soap and a towel and for the rest of the Afternoon you can find her at the Waters Edge soaking up the rest of the sun for the day before Dinner
~~well it is the weekend and i always clean the Administrator Office and the Small Treatment Room so i go out to the Kitchen and i gather my supplies and head down the Hall to start...entering my Masters Office... i turn the oil lamps up and then i pull the drapes and open all the windows...with a clean rep cloth i go about the Room dusting and wiping things down...there is so much in this Room i even dust the photos on the wall and i get the webs out of the corners
~~i polish the woodwork to where i can see myself in the shine...next i seep the floor making sure to get under tables and his desk...today his desk was neat and tidy guess cause he has been going to town and not really working from his Office this week...i humm while i sweep the dust i feed the dust pan and i toss it in the trash can...making a note to take it with me to empty and wash it out i set outsider the door...a dance with the damp mop and the Room gleams a new look..i smile and i know my Master will be pleased
~~next i travel to the Small Treatment Room...walking inside i look about not much has been disturb since i was here putting the bandages away...i still open drapes and window to allow fresh air and i do a light dusting of the shelves of medicine and books...like my Master Office there is a lot here to keep in tip top shape i start to sing as i dust a merry little tune the City kids sing all the time...about a playground
~~next i tend sweep the room from side to side back to front till all the dust and dirt is being fed to the dust pan...i strip the bedding bundles them up and along with the trash can here i exit on the way to the Laundry Room i pick up the other trash can and we all take the walk to the Kitchen i dump the bedding in the Laundry Room and i take the trash and walk out side and adds to the burn pile..coming back in i wash the trash can and dry them i choose 4 bedding for the Treatment Room and with all we go back down the Hall
~~i place one trash can by my Masters Office then i walk back to the Treatment Room setting the trash basket down near the desk...then i make up each of the beds tucking the sheets tight and making corners...draping them with warm blankets and i fluff the pillows after casing them...looking about i smile and lastly i take a damp mop to the floor and once again the Treatment Room is in tip top shape for Mistress Sascha to start the week off
~~take my supplies and something tells me that Mistress Saschas Chambers have not been tended to so i walk with my supplies down to her Chambers knocks on the door...listens no answer so i peek in and i was right the Chambers have not been dealt with...i slip in open the curtains and the window the bush of a breeze enters the Room awaking it to life...i go about dusting and polishing the wood work i love looking at her dressing table there are so many bobbles and gems makes ones eyes sparkle...i sweep the Room then i strip the bedding and once again i take a trip to the Laundry Room picking another bedding fitting for a Free Woman
~~upon my return i fit the sheet to the bed pulling it tight and tucks the top sheet under and makes the corners squared...draping the duvet atop casing the pillows fluffing them up and arranges them just so...another dance with the mop and we are through...whee glad i looked in cause if the Chambers were not cleaned us slaves would have been punished...i exit the Room with my supplies and i go and put them away washing the mop out
~~what a busy day...looking down i see i have messed this outfit up with dust and hard work i choose a new outfit tossing my to the Laundry and getting soap and a towel and for the rest of the Afternoon you can find her at the Waters Edge soaking up the rest of the sun for the day before Dinner
9/12/20 Morning Chores
~~stands with a smile curved on her ruby lips...her mind focused on doing her work...she turns and glides with lengthy but still poised strides to the Kitchen...she starts to feel her life purpose with intent to make the Citadel a comfortable place for honorable Free to visit...stops in the Kitchen and grasps a broom...holds it in fair hands...her curvy hips sway with ease and she rocks back on feet carefully brushing the Kitchen floor...moving with ease...she watches as dusts swirl around the broom and begin to gather into a harmonious pile...smiles happy to be in servitude to her Master he keeps her in check...
~~continues to move the broom through the Main Room of the Citadel...she sweeps over the stones where no furs or chairs occupy...breathes slowly finding peace in the repetition of the task...it makes her feel at ease and she continues with her task...deeply focused and intent upon it...continues to move the broom...dust gathers as she makes her way through the building bends forward at her waist and works diligently...determined to make the place spotless...
~~the girls long legs ripple with their lithe features moving with profound care so as to not crash into any objects...continues to work on the task at hand...sweeps back till all the Main Room floor is swept...she stops and collects a shovel from nearby the hearth...bends down and tenses her body so as not to topple over...she smiles happy to see the floor now clean and free from dust...gathers up the dust pile...now quite large from going through the Kitchen and Main Room entirety...long blonde hair storms down around the girls pale back and she smiles happily...content to work and make the place presentable...
~~moves with care to deposit the dust into the hearth...it starts to burn and vanish...she then carries the broom back to the Kitchen...stops to grip a large pail...she pours soup flakes into the pail and then a bit of room temperature water from a small vat...with care and a smile curved on her ruby lips she stops and lifts the pail high...her willowy arm tingles and muscles ripple throughout it...she then moves to the hearth...its warm glow attracts her ever so much...smiles broadly finding her place in this world develop as she works...she finds a home in the bonds of servitude her station creates...
~~smiles softly feeling her heart beat with velocity once more...stops and collects a large kettle from the hearth flames...she lifts it with a cloth and then pours into the pail...carefully breathes and once the pail is submerged with fluids...she then carries it to the Kitchen...grips a mop and starts to mop from the back of the Kitchen knowing all the windows are open so it will dry fast...she mops pushing her arms back and forward to make the floor shine...
~~continues to mop back into the Main Room checks to make sure air is coming here also...works happily and smiles as she moves a mop back and forwards on the floor...she carefully breathes and then stops once the exposed Main Room floor is fully mopped...lays the pail with it off to the side to give the floor time to dry knowing it will only take ehns from the windows being open and the hearth blasting warmth out into the Room...
~~she turns and takes the bucket and mop to deposits water out back door of the Kitchen...returns them to their rightful spot...then takes herself to the bathroom to bathe and make herself presentable for her Master while she serves him lunch...drying herself off she takes the towel to the Laundry and adds it to the pile of dirty ones...
~~back to the Kitchen to gather her Masters Lunch of Bosk Steak with onions...Mashed Sul with Gravy...Fried Squash...fresh Bread Rolls...Mug of Ale...and a Sweet Treat...she lifts the tray and walks it in to the Main Room...the room smelling fresh since she just mopped...places the tray to the table where he sits...to the right of his seat she kneels down with a smile...her thighs kiss and wrists cross over them...she keeps her head up and gaze down and breathes contently now the task is finished and awaits him...
9/12/20 Serves a Guard
~a Guard enters and sits at the table on the bench dereamer as she is kneeling wiping the table off...this was her last before her next chore...they say their greetings and he tells her he is having to pull morning duty...in a soft tone she asks him "is there is anything dreamer can get for you to make your morning more pleasurable before girl does her other chores" he requests "blackwine sweet and creamy" she nods places her hand on his left shoulder to stand and repeats his request "yes Master blackwine sweet as girls smile and creamy as her complexion"
~~dreamere rises gracefully...looking at him with a twinkling glance as her silken blonde hair brushes across his arm...then turns to make her way to the Kitchen deposits the cleaning rep in the Laundry and washes her hands drying them off then rises on her toes...flexing to reach a certain cup she spies for him...having the picture of a black oared ship in a busy port painted on the sides the white sails seemed to gleam in the firelight...this is the one she smiles gleefully
~~lays a small white tea cloth on the counter...measuring a tef of the precious blackwine grounds in the palm of her hand...then places it on the cloth which she ties into a small ball by the corners...dropping this into the cup...she tips a pot of steaming water into the cup...watching as the swirling water draws small dark fingers of the rich brown drink and its aroma into the air on wisps of steam
~~taking the little bag of grounds from the cup....she places the cup on a tray...with three small spoons...small dishes of white and yellow sugar...and a little pitcher of Bosk cream...and makes her way with the tray to the Guards side...kneels on the bench again on his left side...setting the tray on the table...and takes a spoonful of each sugar...each with its own spoon...dropping it delicately into the rich drink...before adding a dollop of the cream...stirring it with the third spoon...watching it marble into the color of the blackwine
~~dreamer raises the cup over her bowed head and stretches her arms out...bowing...and speaking softly “Master your blackwine sweet and creamy as you requested...dreamer hopes you find it refreshing and warming to your senses and keeps you awake for the morning shift” he removes the cup from her soft hands....to which she replaces them to her thighs and he takes a big sip then smiles tells her "it is just right that the blackwine will do the trick"
~~then he dismisses her commanding her to get back to her choresand to harta...she thanks him and wishes him a good day...then rises taking the tray with the serving supplies to the Kitchen as the Kitchen wench is doing dishes she places them to the counter on her right gives her a smile and a good day and slip out of the Kitchen to do more chores
~~dreamere rises gracefully...looking at him with a twinkling glance as her silken blonde hair brushes across his arm...then turns to make her way to the Kitchen deposits the cleaning rep in the Laundry and washes her hands drying them off then rises on her toes...flexing to reach a certain cup she spies for him...having the picture of a black oared ship in a busy port painted on the sides the white sails seemed to gleam in the firelight...this is the one she smiles gleefully
~~lays a small white tea cloth on the counter...measuring a tef of the precious blackwine grounds in the palm of her hand...then places it on the cloth which she ties into a small ball by the corners...dropping this into the cup...she tips a pot of steaming water into the cup...watching as the swirling water draws small dark fingers of the rich brown drink and its aroma into the air on wisps of steam
~~taking the little bag of grounds from the cup....she places the cup on a tray...with three small spoons...small dishes of white and yellow sugar...and a little pitcher of Bosk cream...and makes her way with the tray to the Guards side...kneels on the bench again on his left side...setting the tray on the table...and takes a spoonful of each sugar...each with its own spoon...dropping it delicately into the rich drink...before adding a dollop of the cream...stirring it with the third spoon...watching it marble into the color of the blackwine
~~dreamer raises the cup over her bowed head and stretches her arms out...bowing...and speaking softly “Master your blackwine sweet and creamy as you requested...dreamer hopes you find it refreshing and warming to your senses and keeps you awake for the morning shift” he removes the cup from her soft hands....to which she replaces them to her thighs and he takes a big sip then smiles tells her "it is just right that the blackwine will do the trick"
~~then he dismisses her commanding her to get back to her choresand to harta...she thanks him and wishes him a good day...then rises taking the tray with the serving supplies to the Kitchen as the Kitchen wench is doing dishes she places them to the counter on her right gives her a smile and a good day and slip out of the Kitchen to do more chores
9/11/20 Serves my Master a Tarsk Sandwich
[11:08a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ coming to the Main Room...enjoying the cool air caress the bare skin while walking to her Owner that blows in from the windows...following the line of duty as it were...kneeling upon the bench on his right side with knees kissed...knowing what He will ask for...before even His words were uttered
[11:10a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ : may your girl serve you before you leave to go into Town Master?
[11:13a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ he looks upon the lil bond and in a deep note belts out "you may bring me my Ale...with a bit of Tarsk Meat on fresh Sa tarna Bread" even eyes peered at him igniting the fires with in her to almost blaze with his dominance so near
[11:15a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ yes Master Ale and Tarsk meat on Sa tarna bread...it will be a delight to serve you my Master
[11:18a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ her voice sure...light within the air and he pops her rump as she stands eps as the pop moved within her...as she sprang to legs...carrying the girl to the Kitchen her mind bathing in the smells as she washes her hands and dries them..to her delight...collecting a tray allowing herself the freedom to wiggle her rounded rump in a dance like movement...enjoying the soft texture of bread held in her hands preparing the slices
[11:20a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ bobbing her rump back and forth...dancing...and humming a tune...her eyes moving...searching for the plate...grabbing the item for the bread to nestle on...closing her eyes...taking a deep breath...the aroma of Tarsk making her mouth water...shaking her head...wild golden wings of locks moving about her face...snapping herself from her aroma induced dream...her Master watches her as she serves him...proud that she has passed yet another hurdle on her way to find her slavery more deeply
[11:24a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ jumping back...clinking her toes with her steps...placing the Tarsk upon the pan to warm then plates it...attending to the Owners Tankard...her fingers caress the carving upon the side of his profession...pouring the cool Ale...from the pitcher...tucking the Tankard between her breast cheekily...taking the plate...the girl returns to his right side
[11:26a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ nestling herself real close...kneeling so the knees brushes against his leg daringly as they lowered...with a wink...lifts the Tankard from between her breasts as the plate was placed down before him extended arms offered the Tankard her blue eyes lowered
[11:26a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ : Master your girl brings to you Ale...accompanied by the Tarsk meat on Sa tarna bread may it satisfy your thirst and hunger needs before you leave...girl will truly miss you while your away
[11:10a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ : may your girl serve you before you leave to go into Town Master?
[11:13a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ he looks upon the lil bond and in a deep note belts out "you may bring me my Ale...with a bit of Tarsk Meat on fresh Sa tarna Bread" even eyes peered at him igniting the fires with in her to almost blaze with his dominance so near
[11:15a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ yes Master Ale and Tarsk meat on Sa tarna bread...it will be a delight to serve you my Master
[11:18a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ her voice sure...light within the air and he pops her rump as she stands eps as the pop moved within her...as she sprang to legs...carrying the girl to the Kitchen her mind bathing in the smells as she washes her hands and dries them..to her delight...collecting a tray allowing herself the freedom to wiggle her rounded rump in a dance like movement...enjoying the soft texture of bread held in her hands preparing the slices
[11:20a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ bobbing her rump back and forth...dancing...and humming a tune...her eyes moving...searching for the plate...grabbing the item for the bread to nestle on...closing her eyes...taking a deep breath...the aroma of Tarsk making her mouth water...shaking her head...wild golden wings of locks moving about her face...snapping herself from her aroma induced dream...her Master watches her as she serves him...proud that she has passed yet another hurdle on her way to find her slavery more deeply
[11:24a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ jumping back...clinking her toes with her steps...placing the Tarsk upon the pan to warm then plates it...attending to the Owners Tankard...her fingers caress the carving upon the side of his profession...pouring the cool Ale...from the pitcher...tucking the Tankard between her breast cheekily...taking the plate...the girl returns to his right side
[11:26a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ nestling herself real close...kneeling so the knees brushes against his leg daringly as they lowered...with a wink...lifts the Tankard from between her breasts as the plate was placed down before him extended arms offered the Tankard her blue eyes lowered
[11:26a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ : Master your girl brings to you Ale...accompanied by the Tarsk meat on Sa tarna bread may it satisfy your thirst and hunger needs before you leave...girl will truly miss you while your away
9/11/20 Furs Pillows Mats Woodwork in Main Room Cleaned
[10:15a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ tiny feet pad their way around the Main Room...as baby blue hues take in the big room...a smile teases the outline of her soft kissable lips as she ties her hair back with a ribbon...humming a tune as she sets out to her chores before her Master comes back
[10:18a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ her curvaceous hips sway as she gathers the furs into her long arms...the echo of her infectious laughter echoing through the halls as they tumble onto the floor...bending over she feels her silk riding a little high...taking half the rugs across the Room and outside...she stops as her finely detailed face kisses the heavens
[10:22a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ basking briefly beneath the rays of sunshine she scurries back into the Citadel gathering the rest of the rugs...once outside she skips across the Field fetching a big stick...taking in its form to make sure it is strong enough to beat the dust from the carpets...her tongue darts out as it slowly trails over her lips...leaving them moist and tempting
[10:24a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ she starts pounding the carpets one by one...thud...thuddd echos the stick...clouds of dust dissipating like vapors into the air...her blue eyes slowly inspect the rugs one by one...satisfied they are nice and fresh she leaves them laying in the fresh air as tiny feet make their way back inside
[10:26a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ to the Kitchen she moves...a mane of golden curls bouncing from the ribbon with every step...peeks around as she gathers her cleaning things...a pail...brush...rags and cleaning soap...she heads down the path to the spring...hands splashing against the rippling water as she fills her bucket...skips back up the path to the Home
[10:30a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ sinking to her knees as she crawls around the Main Room...scrubbing the Frees pillows...one by one she scrubs then takes them outside laying them against...the trees to dry...her hands work effortlessly as they scrub and clean...making certain that every spot of the Main Room is scrubbed and free of the smallest speck of dirt
[10:35a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ brushes the back of her soapy hand across her cheek laughs as she blows the light foamy suds away then sets back to work cleaning the slaves mats...with the last mat in hand she starts dancing around the Main Room...making her way to the door to put this mat also out to dry
[10:38a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ she starts twisting and turning...hips sway from side to side...her heart bursting with happiness knowing she is pleasing in her work...once she lays the last mat out to dry she skips down the path once again making her way to the Storage Shed
[10:42a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ tugging the door open as her eyes adjust to the shadows of the cracks of light peeking their way into the darkness...eyes sparkle as fingers wrap around a bottle of tharlion oil...once back in the Main Room she takes the old rep cloth and tharlion oil and polishes the wood for ahns...fingers working in circular motions
[10:45a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ as the wood shines...she can almost see her reflection in the wood...she crawls around the room once again rechecking her work...satisfied that the room is spotless...cleaned to nothing less than perfection she takes the tharlion oil back to the Supply Shed
[10:48a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ pushing her hip against the door to latch it...skipping and hopping back to the Citadel...carefully placing the Free's pillows back in place...the fresh scent of the clean pillows tickling her nostrils...wiggles her nose and moves to get all the slave mats
[10:50a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ careful to place them exactly where they go...empty hands move in a swirly way as arms reach out...stretching as she pivots on tiny feet making her way out the door once again...one by one the clean furs are put back in place...lips curl into a smile...the beauty of the gleaming clean Room so appealing
[10:53a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ satisfied she has done nothing less than perfection in her chore she gathers up all her cleaning things...putting them away one by one...once she has put her cleaning things away she once again makes her way to the door of the Main Room
[10:56a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ moving to her Owners pillows...light eyes move slowly over it once again then over his fur "yes" she tells herself she has cleaned them just the right way...turns around and moves around the Room...checking the freshly dusted off oil lamps...making certain they are full
[10:59a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ stops at the door on her way out...once again looking around...smiles and makes her way to the Waters Edge to swim...wishing she could swim with her Master like she has done so many times before...thinks...oO(if only he was here) sighs
[10:18a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ her curvaceous hips sway as she gathers the furs into her long arms...the echo of her infectious laughter echoing through the halls as they tumble onto the floor...bending over she feels her silk riding a little high...taking half the rugs across the Room and outside...she stops as her finely detailed face kisses the heavens
[10:22a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ basking briefly beneath the rays of sunshine she scurries back into the Citadel gathering the rest of the rugs...once outside she skips across the Field fetching a big stick...taking in its form to make sure it is strong enough to beat the dust from the carpets...her tongue darts out as it slowly trails over her lips...leaving them moist and tempting
[10:24a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ she starts pounding the carpets one by one...thud...thuddd echos the stick...clouds of dust dissipating like vapors into the air...her blue eyes slowly inspect the rugs one by one...satisfied they are nice and fresh she leaves them laying in the fresh air as tiny feet make their way back inside
[10:26a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ to the Kitchen she moves...a mane of golden curls bouncing from the ribbon with every step...peeks around as she gathers her cleaning things...a pail...brush...rags and cleaning soap...she heads down the path to the spring...hands splashing against the rippling water as she fills her bucket...skips back up the path to the Home
[10:30a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ sinking to her knees as she crawls around the Main Room...scrubbing the Frees pillows...one by one she scrubs then takes them outside laying them against...the trees to dry...her hands work effortlessly as they scrub and clean...making certain that every spot of the Main Room is scrubbed and free of the smallest speck of dirt
[10:35a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ brushes the back of her soapy hand across her cheek laughs as she blows the light foamy suds away then sets back to work cleaning the slaves mats...with the last mat in hand she starts dancing around the Main Room...making her way to the door to put this mat also out to dry
[10:38a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ she starts twisting and turning...hips sway from side to side...her heart bursting with happiness knowing she is pleasing in her work...once she lays the last mat out to dry she skips down the path once again making her way to the Storage Shed
[10:42a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ tugging the door open as her eyes adjust to the shadows of the cracks of light peeking their way into the darkness...eyes sparkle as fingers wrap around a bottle of tharlion oil...once back in the Main Room she takes the old rep cloth and tharlion oil and polishes the wood for ahns...fingers working in circular motions
[10:45a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ as the wood shines...she can almost see her reflection in the wood...she crawls around the room once again rechecking her work...satisfied that the room is spotless...cleaned to nothing less than perfection she takes the tharlion oil back to the Supply Shed
[10:48a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ pushing her hip against the door to latch it...skipping and hopping back to the Citadel...carefully placing the Free's pillows back in place...the fresh scent of the clean pillows tickling her nostrils...wiggles her nose and moves to get all the slave mats
[10:50a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ careful to place them exactly where they go...empty hands move in a swirly way as arms reach out...stretching as she pivots on tiny feet making her way out the door once again...one by one the clean furs are put back in place...lips curl into a smile...the beauty of the gleaming clean Room so appealing
[10:53a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ satisfied she has done nothing less than perfection in her chore she gathers up all her cleaning things...putting them away one by one...once she has put her cleaning things away she once again makes her way to the door of the Main Room
[10:56a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ moving to her Owners pillows...light eyes move slowly over it once again then over his fur "yes" she tells herself she has cleaned them just the right way...turns around and moves around the Room...checking the freshly dusted off oil lamps...making certain they are full
[10:59a] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ stops at the door on her way out...once again looking around...smiles and makes her way to the Waters Edge to swim...wishing she could swim with her Master like she has done so many times before...thinks...oO(if only he was here) sighs
9/10/20 Story of a Free Woman forced to be a kajira
~~dreamer after dinner was sitting at the tiny table in the Kitchen as the others and her prepared some veges they were are working silently till nancy(NPC) asked dreamer to tell one of her stories...dreamer grins sideways and let out a chuckle and told her okay she would...the story went like this:
he stalks to the center of the sandpit, strong...tanned arms filled with a kicking and screaming slave girl...long, silky black tresses stream down over his arms...tangling in large hands...with a disgusted grunt he unceremoniously drops her onto the sand and simply points to the ground before His boots...
~~a tear slides down her delicate face....her chin lifts proudly...the light plays over high cheekbones streaked with dirt...blazing eyes rise...staring at the Male as she lies in a heap on the ground....small hands fist in the sand and lush lips curl into a snarl as she glares up at this...Man...who dares claim to be her Master...tantalizing glimpses of pale... golden flesh show through the rags that cover her lush body (the last remnants of the robes of concealment she refuses to exchange for the silk of a slave girl)...
icey blue eyes stare down at the dirty...disheveled girl...somehow able to see the beauty that lies behind the dirt...the pride and fire in this girl's belly...he knows that he will Master this girl...her fear...her mind...and her body...and in so doing...he will show her the true freedom and joy she gains by becoming his...his voice...harsh and commanding...snaps out..."Nadu"...
~~lush lips tremble with words unsaid...a delicate hand angrily dashes aside the tears that tremble on the end of long lashes while dark eyes flare with heat at the command....she lies there a moment longer...trembling as he simply stares down at her...his eyes are hard and cold...unyielding...
~~she watches as one strong hand moves to the whip coiled at his side...with a sob...she scrambles to her knees...her back already stings from her past mistakes...grudgingly...she parts her knees...delicate hands fist as they rest on her thighs...dark eyes flash before they sink to the floor...her chin held high in the air...
his boot kicks out and spreads her thighs wider...then nudges her hands...his lips...strong and sensuous...curve as he watches her hands uncurl...slender fingers trembling as they open on her luscious thighs...he circles her once..his hand firm and strong as he straightens her back...feeling the soft yielding of her body a moment before she flinches away...
finally...he comes to a stop before the kneeling girl...watching her tremble...a deep...low laugh sounds in the air...seeing the anger and frustration roiling within her...a large hand reaches down...long...hard fingers wrap around her chin...lifting it high and forcing her hot...angry eyes to meet his...icey blue depths hold her dark gaze..."If you wish to live another night...girl, you will dance for me...on your knees...or your back or belly...I care not...but, your head is not to rise above My belt"...he jerks her chin up as she tries to pull away...icey blue eyes boring down into her hot dark eyes "Is that clear, slut? If you do not please me tonight...it will be your last"...
releasing her chin with a last...firm squeeze...e steps back and motions to the musicians....the tabor begins...then the flute and cehzar join in...adding layers of delicate melody...his thumbs hook into his belt as he watches her struggle with is words...
~~the struggle apparent on her tear-stained face...delicate hands lift...wiping at the streaks of dirt...slender fingers comb through rich...dark hair...flicking it back over shoulders shaking with repressed sobs...stormy dark eyes...full of fear and anger (and the longing she burries deep within) lift to simply stare at the Man...seeing him lift a large hand...ready to strike...the back of her own presses to trembling lips...with a soft cry that carries over the music of the players...she falls back in the sand...and begins to dance...
~~knees still bent and held wide...her body arches back...shoulders and head pressed to the ground...midnight strands of silk fan over the ground while slender arms lift high overhead...elicate hands weave through the air...her motions halting...jerky...struggling to overcome her fears and the dark anger that still fills her soul...
~~slowly...long lashes flutter down over heated dark eyes...as she fights to crush down the maelstrom of emotions...to simply lose herself in the music...oO(remembering the dances of a Free Woman taught to her by her Mother) her movements smooth out slowly...gaining grace...even beauty...her shoulders begin to sway...led by the pull of her arms as delicate hands seem to reach through the air...her back arches as her body arches into a bow...the crown of her head still balanced lightly on the sand while her body sways to the music of the flute and cehzar...
he watches her shimmering eyes close and lowers Hhs hand to hs belt...hooking both thumbs in the black leather...boots crunch over the ground as he moves forward, and stands at the deep V of her thighs...icey eyes study the long line of the kajira before him...and he smiles...almost cruelly...as he studies the girl...his gaze travels up slender thighs to the deliciously pink slash of her heat...over the tattered remains of her robes...the full swells of trembling breasts...finally coming to rest on the lush lips of a slave...
~~her body...sore and bruised...yet still supple and graceful...stretches into the discipline of a Gorean bow...Slender... golden arms sway through the air...and she lifts from the sand with a swift undulation of her body...dark eyes fly open...lush lips curl into a snarl when the tip of her nose just nudges against a heated ridge of flesh throbbing beneath His leathers...
~~delicate nostrils flare...the scent of his musk filling her senses for an ihn...midnight
pools...dancing with inward fire glare up the long line of this...Man...her dance forgotten for an ihn as firey eyes meet icey...a furious toss of her head sends a rain of silken strands over her shoulders...long locks fall down to swirl around a slender waist...full breasts rise...then freeze as her breath catches for an endless moment...caught by the strength and power of his silent gaze...
he chuckles low when the lovely slave rises...deliberately...his hips thrust forward...pressing her lips and nose to the length of steel straining against the leather...when firey eyes lift...he gives no hint of Hhs feelings as icey gaze bores down into flames...silently commanding her to dance....hen she remains motionless...his boot begins to beat an impatient tattoo against the sand...a whisper away from the gaping petals of her sex...
~~the rapid pulses of her heart sound louder in her ears than the urgent beats of the tabor...her eyes caught and held by his icey gaze...she obeys the silent imperative of this Man..her Master...her body moves sinuously with the flow of the music...the crown of her head just meeting the black leather of his belt...
~~then...she arches back as the curve of her ass lifts from upturned heels...rounded hips sway...the ragged edge of her robes slither over taught...golden skin...dark eyes never leave his gaze as her head falls back...keeping below his belt...ignoring the quiver of fear as the coiled leather of the kurt brushes over a silken cheek...slender arms lift to shoulder height...palms raised, almost in supplication as she fights to ignore the deepest longing of her soul...
sensuous lips curl as he watches her...his boot lifts and crushes harshly into the tender flesh at the apex of her thighs...seeing her eyes flare once more with the fire of her anger and rebellion..he leans down and reaches out...long fingers bite deeply into her chin as he throws her to the ground..and turns His back...
~~a shudder flows through her as his boot crushes against the heat of her sex...she growls...lips curling into a snarl... dark eyes flashing fire...she screams when he catches her by the chin...lifting her for a moment fron her knees before throwing her back...the single touch showing her the controlled strength of this Man...she knows he can snap her neck with a careless gesture...and with as less thought or care than when he snaps his fingers for another girl...
~~thrown back...breathless...tears fill her eyes as the pace of the music picks up in urgency...slender shoulders shake with dry sobs as true fear for her life rises...crushing out everything else...she rolls from her back...full breasts crushing to the ground as she bellies across the sand...knowing she must please this Master...she writhes between his widespread boots...turning once more to her back...all thought of grace and beauty forgotten as she simply implores him for another chance...silently showing she will do anything to please him....
icey blue eyes lower to the girl writhing in the sand at his feet...knowing that she cannot know how beautiful she is now...lost in her fear as she begs a Master for the first time...this once proud Woman...finally finding her new place in the world...he watches as she undulates on the ground...full breasts heaving...swollen nipples rasping against her rags... thighs splayed as her hips lift instinctively...wantonly...he reaches down...grasps the cloth still hiding her body..and rips them from her...
~~as the robes are torn from her body...her back arches...posing her body without thought...full breasts lift as if for the touch of a Master...thighs wide as her hips arch up further...her mind tumbles without coherence...filling with the simple need to please...initially urged on by fear...yet growing into something deeper...fuller...the sound of the tearing fabric seems to rip through the last barriers within...
~~as she delves down into the darkened corners of her soul...lush lips curve slowly...long lashes flutter down for an ihn...then lift...her head tosses against the sand...hair a dusky cloud of midnight silk flowing over golden shoulders...delicate hands lower to stroke down the curves of her body...then up over the flat expanse of belly to lift and cup her breasts...
~~pinching and pulling at the nipples till her back arches...shaking the dark points of heat until the golden globes lift from her body and jiggle
shamelessly....mindless moans and whimpers spill from her lips as she writhes in an agony of slave heat..the fears...longings and angers of the day coalescing to create an inferno of desire...
a dark brow rises as he sees the change in her movements...icy orbs slide down her body...taking in the pose...the unconscious presentation of a slave to her Master...full..sensuous lips curve for the first time and his boot lifts again... pressing firmly into the heat of her slave flesh...the hard...rough boot circles over the jutting pearl of her need... watching her writhe like a sleen in heat...
~~arching in an agony of need...her body simply implodes as she writhes on the ground beneath his boot...the ecstasy of the moment carrying all before it as her slave heart races...her lungs gasp for air....dark eyes fly open...meeting the gaze of her Master as his boot lifts and presses against her lips...felicitate hands grasp the boot...her mind whirling as the patterns of her thoughts slowly settle into a new form...an inner exultation rises as she realizes...accepts and simply revels in the knowledge of her new identity...
~~lush lips press to the boot again and again...pink tongue darting out to capture the nectar of her slaveheat left on the sole...licking the boot clean...then...her head arching back...exposing the long line of her throat...she presses the boot to her slender neck...two words tumbling without conscious intention from parted lips "la kajira"...
with a low, long laugh...he presses his boot down upon her throat for an ihn...robbing her of breath for an instant... then...he leans down and in one...smooth motion lifts her from the sand...tosses her over his shoulder...a strong hand squeezing her ass..he turns and strides from the sand...tossing a few coins to the musicians as he takes her off to his quarters to teach her the true meaning of those words...The End
~~dreamer giggled and took up a deep breath...they all loved the story...when finished preping all the veges her and the girl placed them in the Cold Room cleaned up behind themselves and all rushed to take a bathe and dress so they would be presentable to the Free when they served them
he stalks to the center of the sandpit, strong...tanned arms filled with a kicking and screaming slave girl...long, silky black tresses stream down over his arms...tangling in large hands...with a disgusted grunt he unceremoniously drops her onto the sand and simply points to the ground before His boots...
~~a tear slides down her delicate face....her chin lifts proudly...the light plays over high cheekbones streaked with dirt...blazing eyes rise...staring at the Male as she lies in a heap on the ground....small hands fist in the sand and lush lips curl into a snarl as she glares up at this...Man...who dares claim to be her Master...tantalizing glimpses of pale... golden flesh show through the rags that cover her lush body (the last remnants of the robes of concealment she refuses to exchange for the silk of a slave girl)...
icey blue eyes stare down at the dirty...disheveled girl...somehow able to see the beauty that lies behind the dirt...the pride and fire in this girl's belly...he knows that he will Master this girl...her fear...her mind...and her body...and in so doing...he will show her the true freedom and joy she gains by becoming his...his voice...harsh and commanding...snaps out..."Nadu"...
~~lush lips tremble with words unsaid...a delicate hand angrily dashes aside the tears that tremble on the end of long lashes while dark eyes flare with heat at the command....she lies there a moment longer...trembling as he simply stares down at her...his eyes are hard and cold...unyielding...
~~she watches as one strong hand moves to the whip coiled at his side...with a sob...she scrambles to her knees...her back already stings from her past mistakes...grudgingly...she parts her knees...delicate hands fist as they rest on her thighs...dark eyes flash before they sink to the floor...her chin held high in the air...
his boot kicks out and spreads her thighs wider...then nudges her hands...his lips...strong and sensuous...curve as he watches her hands uncurl...slender fingers trembling as they open on her luscious thighs...he circles her once..his hand firm and strong as he straightens her back...feeling the soft yielding of her body a moment before she flinches away...
finally...he comes to a stop before the kneeling girl...watching her tremble...a deep...low laugh sounds in the air...seeing the anger and frustration roiling within her...a large hand reaches down...long...hard fingers wrap around her chin...lifting it high and forcing her hot...angry eyes to meet his...icey blue depths hold her dark gaze..."If you wish to live another night...girl, you will dance for me...on your knees...or your back or belly...I care not...but, your head is not to rise above My belt"...he jerks her chin up as she tries to pull away...icey blue eyes boring down into her hot dark eyes "Is that clear, slut? If you do not please me tonight...it will be your last"...
releasing her chin with a last...firm squeeze...e steps back and motions to the musicians....the tabor begins...then the flute and cehzar join in...adding layers of delicate melody...his thumbs hook into his belt as he watches her struggle with is words...
~~the struggle apparent on her tear-stained face...delicate hands lift...wiping at the streaks of dirt...slender fingers comb through rich...dark hair...flicking it back over shoulders shaking with repressed sobs...stormy dark eyes...full of fear and anger (and the longing she burries deep within) lift to simply stare at the Man...seeing him lift a large hand...ready to strike...the back of her own presses to trembling lips...with a soft cry that carries over the music of the players...she falls back in the sand...and begins to dance...
~~knees still bent and held wide...her body arches back...shoulders and head pressed to the ground...midnight strands of silk fan over the ground while slender arms lift high overhead...elicate hands weave through the air...her motions halting...jerky...struggling to overcome her fears and the dark anger that still fills her soul...
~~slowly...long lashes flutter down over heated dark eyes...as she fights to crush down the maelstrom of emotions...to simply lose herself in the music...oO(remembering the dances of a Free Woman taught to her by her Mother) her movements smooth out slowly...gaining grace...even beauty...her shoulders begin to sway...led by the pull of her arms as delicate hands seem to reach through the air...her back arches as her body arches into a bow...the crown of her head still balanced lightly on the sand while her body sways to the music of the flute and cehzar...
he watches her shimmering eyes close and lowers Hhs hand to hs belt...hooking both thumbs in the black leather...boots crunch over the ground as he moves forward, and stands at the deep V of her thighs...icey eyes study the long line of the kajira before him...and he smiles...almost cruelly...as he studies the girl...his gaze travels up slender thighs to the deliciously pink slash of her heat...over the tattered remains of her robes...the full swells of trembling breasts...finally coming to rest on the lush lips of a slave...
~~her body...sore and bruised...yet still supple and graceful...stretches into the discipline of a Gorean bow...Slender... golden arms sway through the air...and she lifts from the sand with a swift undulation of her body...dark eyes fly open...lush lips curl into a snarl when the tip of her nose just nudges against a heated ridge of flesh throbbing beneath His leathers...
~~delicate nostrils flare...the scent of his musk filling her senses for an ihn...midnight
pools...dancing with inward fire glare up the long line of this...Man...her dance forgotten for an ihn as firey eyes meet icey...a furious toss of her head sends a rain of silken strands over her shoulders...long locks fall down to swirl around a slender waist...full breasts rise...then freeze as her breath catches for an endless moment...caught by the strength and power of his silent gaze...
he chuckles low when the lovely slave rises...deliberately...his hips thrust forward...pressing her lips and nose to the length of steel straining against the leather...when firey eyes lift...he gives no hint of Hhs feelings as icey gaze bores down into flames...silently commanding her to dance....hen she remains motionless...his boot begins to beat an impatient tattoo against the sand...a whisper away from the gaping petals of her sex...
~~the rapid pulses of her heart sound louder in her ears than the urgent beats of the tabor...her eyes caught and held by his icey gaze...she obeys the silent imperative of this Man..her Master...her body moves sinuously with the flow of the music...the crown of her head just meeting the black leather of his belt...
~~then...she arches back as the curve of her ass lifts from upturned heels...rounded hips sway...the ragged edge of her robes slither over taught...golden skin...dark eyes never leave his gaze as her head falls back...keeping below his belt...ignoring the quiver of fear as the coiled leather of the kurt brushes over a silken cheek...slender arms lift to shoulder height...palms raised, almost in supplication as she fights to ignore the deepest longing of her soul...
sensuous lips curl as he watches her...his boot lifts and crushes harshly into the tender flesh at the apex of her thighs...seeing her eyes flare once more with the fire of her anger and rebellion..he leans down and reaches out...long fingers bite deeply into her chin as he throws her to the ground..and turns His back...
~~a shudder flows through her as his boot crushes against the heat of her sex...she growls...lips curling into a snarl... dark eyes flashing fire...she screams when he catches her by the chin...lifting her for a moment fron her knees before throwing her back...the single touch showing her the controlled strength of this Man...she knows he can snap her neck with a careless gesture...and with as less thought or care than when he snaps his fingers for another girl...
~~thrown back...breathless...tears fill her eyes as the pace of the music picks up in urgency...slender shoulders shake with dry sobs as true fear for her life rises...crushing out everything else...she rolls from her back...full breasts crushing to the ground as she bellies across the sand...knowing she must please this Master...she writhes between his widespread boots...turning once more to her back...all thought of grace and beauty forgotten as she simply implores him for another chance...silently showing she will do anything to please him....
icey blue eyes lower to the girl writhing in the sand at his feet...knowing that she cannot know how beautiful she is now...lost in her fear as she begs a Master for the first time...this once proud Woman...finally finding her new place in the world...he watches as she undulates on the ground...full breasts heaving...swollen nipples rasping against her rags... thighs splayed as her hips lift instinctively...wantonly...he reaches down...grasps the cloth still hiding her body..and rips them from her...
~~as the robes are torn from her body...her back arches...posing her body without thought...full breasts lift as if for the touch of a Master...thighs wide as her hips arch up further...her mind tumbles without coherence...filling with the simple need to please...initially urged on by fear...yet growing into something deeper...fuller...the sound of the tearing fabric seems to rip through the last barriers within...
~~as she delves down into the darkened corners of her soul...lush lips curve slowly...long lashes flutter down for an ihn...then lift...her head tosses against the sand...hair a dusky cloud of midnight silk flowing over golden shoulders...delicate hands lower to stroke down the curves of her body...then up over the flat expanse of belly to lift and cup her breasts...
~~pinching and pulling at the nipples till her back arches...shaking the dark points of heat until the golden globes lift from her body and jiggle
shamelessly....mindless moans and whimpers spill from her lips as she writhes in an agony of slave heat..the fears...longings and angers of the day coalescing to create an inferno of desire...
a dark brow rises as he sees the change in her movements...icy orbs slide down her body...taking in the pose...the unconscious presentation of a slave to her Master...full..sensuous lips curve for the first time and his boot lifts again... pressing firmly into the heat of her slave flesh...the hard...rough boot circles over the jutting pearl of her need... watching her writhe like a sleen in heat...
~~arching in an agony of need...her body simply implodes as she writhes on the ground beneath his boot...the ecstasy of the moment carrying all before it as her slave heart races...her lungs gasp for air....dark eyes fly open...meeting the gaze of her Master as his boot lifts and presses against her lips...felicitate hands grasp the boot...her mind whirling as the patterns of her thoughts slowly settle into a new form...an inner exultation rises as she realizes...accepts and simply revels in the knowledge of her new identity...
~~lush lips press to the boot again and again...pink tongue darting out to capture the nectar of her slaveheat left on the sole...licking the boot clean...then...her head arching back...exposing the long line of her throat...she presses the boot to her slender neck...two words tumbling without conscious intention from parted lips "la kajira"...
with a low, long laugh...he presses his boot down upon her throat for an ihn...robbing her of breath for an instant... then...he leans down and in one...smooth motion lifts her from the sand...tosses her over his shoulder...a strong hand squeezing her ass..he turns and strides from the sand...tossing a few coins to the musicians as he takes her off to his quarters to teach her the true meaning of those words...The End
~~dreamer giggled and took up a deep breath...they all loved the story...when finished preping all the veges her and the girl placed them in the Cold Room cleaned up behind themselves and all rushed to take a bathe and dress so they would be presentable to the Free when they served them
9/10/20 Cooking Dinner
~~the lil bond sat up stretching her arms and yawning deeply...stumbled out the door of her Master Chambers after making the bed and opening the drapes and window...making her way slowly to the Kitchen stopped in her tracks and stared she said "the Room ahhh..it looks like heaven sparkles...everything in it's place no dishes to be washed there definitely was a slave responsible for this" (tessa) how wonderful it is that we slaves take so good of my Masters Home
~~she had a big bowl of gruel and some bosk milk to start with...now being full...she cleans up her mess then goes outside...she walked out the heavy gate...basket in hand crossed the bridge and started her day picking vegetables
~~knowing what she needed she picked a lot of for the nights meal...then going back to the Kitchen depositing them...then off to the Barn and milking the cow Bosk and collecting Vulo eggs...that along with what was there already and she was set to cook brings the milk and eggs to the Kitchen
~~washes the vegetables and her hands then gets started...lighting a fire...next...in a small bowl she mixes up dough for pie crusts...mixing milk...butter and eggs together and kneading the dough then rolled it out and fit it into tiny pie pans adding the cherry mixture of cherries and sugar to each cup...opened the oven door and placed them inside...she peels some sul and boils them up along with snow peas and squash setting them to the counter after cooking
~~removing the pot of gruel from the fire placing it up on a higher shelf of the stove to keep it warm so the other girls and thralls can feed from ...next she sliced the Bosk brisket that was hanging above the flames and laying the slices on a platter she sat it on the long table to carry to the Main Room later...along with Sa-tarna Bread fresh from the oven...removing the pies she sat them out to cool on the table and began to clean up her mess...washing the dishes and wiping down the tables and putting everything away...wanted it to stay as she found it...she smiles
~~she finally boiled water for blackwine...mixed in the powder as it boiled and then carried everything carefully to the Main Hall the vegetables meat bread and pies for my Master and his Men...to feast on after their busy day of Hunting dreamer smiles knowing they will be pleased in what the girl set out for them
9/9/20 Cleaning my Master Chambers--Guest Room
~~today was Laundry day which means strip and clean my Masters Chambers and the Guest Room for the visiting Mistress from Ti...as i had finished making the botas and bandages i took a small break to sit in the Main Room watching samiam playing with a small ball of yarn...i would roll it and he would pounce it...could not stay long for i have my work to finish...i pick samiam up and i place him out the back door of the Kitchen
~~i grasp up the broom and dust pan and a few rep cloths and the mop to which i wet and squeeze out then heads down the Hall to my Masters Chambers...i set the supplies down and tuck the rep clothes in my belt...i open up the curtains and the window wide so the late morning air could make the Chambers fresh smelling
~~i stip my Master Bedding and also samiams little bed by the fireplace and tosses them out the door..then i go about the room dusting high and low giving it a good cleaning...the fireplace has not been used yet so did not have to clean there or re stoke...i toss the rep cloth to the pile of bedding and i take the broom and dust pan and sweep the floor free of dust dirt and grim...making sure to get under dresser and bed where dust bunny love to sleep...feeding the dust pan i set the broom and dust pan out the door
~~my dance partner the mop we go twirling around the room making the floor shine i can almost see my reflection in the parts of the floor the sun is shinning on helping to dry the floor as i wait for the floor to dry i go to the Guest room where the Free Woman from Ti who is visiting..and i strip that bedding as well...going around the room dusting as i did in my Masters Chambers...opens the drapes and the window the fresh smell of fruit pies waif inside the room they must be cooling on the window ledge...i sweep and damp mop
~~i take my supplies back to the Kitchen i dump the dust pan lay the broom in the corner and i was the mop out standing it upside down out the back door to dry...i go back down the Hall to gather the bedding...i know the Laundry wench is waiting...i gather them up and deposit them at her feet so she can begin her chore...to the shelves i choose 2 bedding sets and a small fuzzy blanket and retreats back to the Chambers i set 1 bedding on the chair out side my Masters Chambers and take the other to adorn his Chambers
~~i take the fitted sheet and pull it tight and the top sheet i tuck the corners and i spread the duvet upon the bed and it falls so nicely i case the pillows and fluff them then fold down the covers so will be easy to climb under...i drape Masters green blanket to the foot just if he may need it for a nap just a lite covering...then i take the fuzzy blanket and i make up samiams bed...so cute...i smile the way the Chambers look and i back out the Room and shut the door
~~picking up the bedding and heads to the Guest Room makes up the bed cases the pillows fold the bedding down for easy access to get between the sheets...i lay the huge pink blanket to the bed to accent it...looking about the room need one more things..i tap my chin to think oO(humm flowers yes) i hurry out the Chambers and down the Hall to the Main Room then out to the Gardens..past the fountain where the pink flowers i know will surely make the Misrtress from Ti smile for it will go with the decor of the Chambers
~~picking a few little accent white flowers as well...i take my find to the Kitchen finds a vase...at the work table i cut the stems of the flowers and arrange them in the vase...i toss the stems to the fireplace...and i wipe the table down to free it of the mess i made pick up the flowers and fills the vase with water...then i take them to the Guest Room and place them on the tiny table across the Room...i look around and i am happy with the looks of the Room and i hope she does too i close the door behind me and i sashay down the Hall to gather a towel and soap to take to the Waters Edge to bathe
~~i grasp up the broom and dust pan and a few rep cloths and the mop to which i wet and squeeze out then heads down the Hall to my Masters Chambers...i set the supplies down and tuck the rep clothes in my belt...i open up the curtains and the window wide so the late morning air could make the Chambers fresh smelling
~~i stip my Master Bedding and also samiams little bed by the fireplace and tosses them out the door..then i go about the room dusting high and low giving it a good cleaning...the fireplace has not been used yet so did not have to clean there or re stoke...i toss the rep cloth to the pile of bedding and i take the broom and dust pan and sweep the floor free of dust dirt and grim...making sure to get under dresser and bed where dust bunny love to sleep...feeding the dust pan i set the broom and dust pan out the door
~~my dance partner the mop we go twirling around the room making the floor shine i can almost see my reflection in the parts of the floor the sun is shinning on helping to dry the floor as i wait for the floor to dry i go to the Guest room where the Free Woman from Ti who is visiting..and i strip that bedding as well...going around the room dusting as i did in my Masters Chambers...opens the drapes and the window the fresh smell of fruit pies waif inside the room they must be cooling on the window ledge...i sweep and damp mop
~~i take my supplies back to the Kitchen i dump the dust pan lay the broom in the corner and i was the mop out standing it upside down out the back door to dry...i go back down the Hall to gather the bedding...i know the Laundry wench is waiting...i gather them up and deposit them at her feet so she can begin her chore...to the shelves i choose 2 bedding sets and a small fuzzy blanket and retreats back to the Chambers i set 1 bedding on the chair out side my Masters Chambers and take the other to adorn his Chambers
~~i take the fitted sheet and pull it tight and the top sheet i tuck the corners and i spread the duvet upon the bed and it falls so nicely i case the pillows and fluff them then fold down the covers so will be easy to climb under...i drape Masters green blanket to the foot just if he may need it for a nap just a lite covering...then i take the fuzzy blanket and i make up samiams bed...so cute...i smile the way the Chambers look and i back out the Room and shut the door
~~picking up the bedding and heads to the Guest Room makes up the bed cases the pillows fold the bedding down for easy access to get between the sheets...i lay the huge pink blanket to the bed to accent it...looking about the room need one more things..i tap my chin to think oO(humm flowers yes) i hurry out the Chambers and down the Hall to the Main Room then out to the Gardens..past the fountain where the pink flowers i know will surely make the Misrtress from Ti smile for it will go with the decor of the Chambers
~~picking a few little accent white flowers as well...i take my find to the Kitchen finds a vase...at the work table i cut the stems of the flowers and arrange them in the vase...i toss the stems to the fireplace...and i wipe the table down to free it of the mess i made pick up the flowers and fills the vase with water...then i take them to the Guest Room and place them on the tiny table across the Room...i look around and i am happy with the looks of the Room and i hope she does too i close the door behind me and i sashay down the Hall to gather a towel and soap to take to the Waters Edge to bathe
9/9/20Making Botas--Bandages
~~moving out to the Storage Shed...lifting one of the large baskets...holding it over her left arm...she moves to the sterilized bladders...selecting a dozen of them...places them into the basket...seeing the horned stoppers on the shelf above l-i-f-t-i-n-g to toes...muscles of thighs and ass tightening...slender arms l-i-f-t-i-n-g high...pulls down a basket
~~finding the stoppers that fit the bladders...or the ones that only require minor carving...places twelve into the basket...turning on balls of feet she slips through the door...long sleek legs carry her up the path to the Citadel...stopping near the woods...finding a smooth stick...and a larger size rock...bending low she lifts them...adding them to the basket
~~reaching the back porch to the Kitchen...settles the basket on the ground under one of the trees since it is a nice morning everything so fresh and new...lowering to parting knees...back straight...head lifted high...beside the basket...bending to her side...lifting out one of the bladders...lifting the rock...lowers the bota to her thigh...working the rock along it...body rocking back and forth as she works...breasts swaying freely
~~softly she begins to sing ((give me one good reason and i'll turn my back around...give me one good reason and i'll turn my back around)) working the rock over the bladder in rhythm...seeing it begin to soften...setting the rock aside...lifting the bladder...she bends it about in her hands...feeling it give...almost ready...lifting the large smooth stick
~~((oh i don't want to leave you lonely you got to make me change my mind hummmm)) returning to rubbing the skin...till it is flexible...searching it...assuring herself there are no rips...she repeats the process...finishing all twelve skins
~~resting the rock and stick near the tree...placing the bladders into the basket...rising in one fluid motion...steps from her spot...moving into the Kitchen...crystal blue eyes adjusting to the dim lighting...searches the shelves for some dyes
~~grinning as she finds them...setting them into the basket...moving through the Kitchen...and into the Storage Room... setting the basket to the wprk table there...lifts out her supplies
~~kneeling before the table...begins to work dye into the bladders...making each one different and unique...hanging them to dry on the pegs against the wall
~~while she waits for the new botas to dry...she gathers up some of the rep cloths that are no longer used for the FREE...ripping them into strips...filling the basket she brought with her...lifting it she moves back into the Kitchen
~~filling a bucket with some hot and just enough cold water to allow her to dip hands in...sprinkles in some cleaning powder....lifting the strips she places them into the bucket...working the flakes into bubbles
~~filling another bucket with water...sets it next to the washing one...lifting them one by one...begins washing the strips...scrubbing them together...working them against the small washing board the FREE designed for this purpose
~~after cleaning them...she wrings them out...dipping them into the clear water...rinsing them out...settling them into the basket...when all are washed and rinsed...she moves with the basket to the Hearth...filling a large kettle with water and the strips...covers it...pushing it to the heat...leaving it to boil to sterilize them
~~moving back over to the wall checking the botas...smiling softly as she sees they are dry...lifts them from the pegs... finding the stoppers...fitting one that fits in...lifting the small carving bone...works the others till they fit...lifting the new botas sets them to the counter in the Kitchen
~~moves to the Cold Room gathering the dinks to fill them with on the counter paga...fruit juices...Ale...Ka-lana one each bota is fat and healthy she carries them to the Cold Room each one marked to which drink is in them thankful she can read and write but the symbols will let those who can't know whats in them
~~her left hand reaching to pull open the door...shivering as the cold slithers out over her...small quick steps carry her within setting the botas with the others...turning on balls of feet...hartas back out of the cold...rounded ass pushing the door shut as she passes
~~moving to the Hearth...seeing the water has been boiling...pulls it from the heat...lifting a ladle pulling an empty kettle closer...lifts the strips...letting the water drain off...sets them into the empty kettle...lifting the cool kettle she carries it into the Storage Room...setting it to the floor
~~bending low...ass wiggling as she works...lifting the strips...wringing them out...hanging them on the bars to dry...lifting the last one...wringing it out...hanging it to dry...leaning back...stretching out back muscles...lifts the kettle... going to the back door...dumping out the water on the plants near by
~~returns it to near the Hearth...lifting one of the buckets...carries it out the back door...dumping it out as well...returning to use the clear water...rinsing it out...dumping the water back into the other bucket...replaces it to it's home...taking up the second bucket...takes it out to dump it...smiling as she hears the laughter of the two young Guards from yesterday at the Gate...she bites her lip and waves at them then moves on
~~moving back into the Kitchen...replacing the bucket...steps into the Storage Room after an Ahn...lifting the dry strips rolling them tightly up...tucking the end inside the roll...placing them into the basket...having them all rolled...lifts the basket...moving from the Storage Room to the Small Treatment Room
~~she places a few in the Storage Cabinet in the Room next to the healing salve...then takes the rest to the Glass Cabinet so they will be ready when needed thinking oO(glad she thought about making some for they were only down to 2 roll since they used many on the Outrider Gus the other evening) so now there are 2 dozen more for now...she turns and goes about her day taking her favorite spot up on the window ledge after putting the basket away
~~finding the stoppers that fit the bladders...or the ones that only require minor carving...places twelve into the basket...turning on balls of feet she slips through the door...long sleek legs carry her up the path to the Citadel...stopping near the woods...finding a smooth stick...and a larger size rock...bending low she lifts them...adding them to the basket
~~reaching the back porch to the Kitchen...settles the basket on the ground under one of the trees since it is a nice morning everything so fresh and new...lowering to parting knees...back straight...head lifted high...beside the basket...bending to her side...lifting out one of the bladders...lifting the rock...lowers the bota to her thigh...working the rock along it...body rocking back and forth as she works...breasts swaying freely
~~softly she begins to sing ((give me one good reason and i'll turn my back around...give me one good reason and i'll turn my back around)) working the rock over the bladder in rhythm...seeing it begin to soften...setting the rock aside...lifting the bladder...she bends it about in her hands...feeling it give...almost ready...lifting the large smooth stick
~~((oh i don't want to leave you lonely you got to make me change my mind hummmm)) returning to rubbing the skin...till it is flexible...searching it...assuring herself there are no rips...she repeats the process...finishing all twelve skins
~~resting the rock and stick near the tree...placing the bladders into the basket...rising in one fluid motion...steps from her spot...moving into the Kitchen...crystal blue eyes adjusting to the dim lighting...searches the shelves for some dyes
~~grinning as she finds them...setting them into the basket...moving through the Kitchen...and into the Storage Room... setting the basket to the wprk table there...lifts out her supplies
~~kneeling before the table...begins to work dye into the bladders...making each one different and unique...hanging them to dry on the pegs against the wall
~~while she waits for the new botas to dry...she gathers up some of the rep cloths that are no longer used for the FREE...ripping them into strips...filling the basket she brought with her...lifting it she moves back into the Kitchen
~~filling a bucket with some hot and just enough cold water to allow her to dip hands in...sprinkles in some cleaning powder....lifting the strips she places them into the bucket...working the flakes into bubbles
~~filling another bucket with water...sets it next to the washing one...lifting them one by one...begins washing the strips...scrubbing them together...working them against the small washing board the FREE designed for this purpose
~~after cleaning them...she wrings them out...dipping them into the clear water...rinsing them out...settling them into the basket...when all are washed and rinsed...she moves with the basket to the Hearth...filling a large kettle with water and the strips...covers it...pushing it to the heat...leaving it to boil to sterilize them
~~moving back over to the wall checking the botas...smiling softly as she sees they are dry...lifts them from the pegs... finding the stoppers...fitting one that fits in...lifting the small carving bone...works the others till they fit...lifting the new botas sets them to the counter in the Kitchen
~~moves to the Cold Room gathering the dinks to fill them with on the counter paga...fruit juices...Ale...Ka-lana one each bota is fat and healthy she carries them to the Cold Room each one marked to which drink is in them thankful she can read and write but the symbols will let those who can't know whats in them
~~her left hand reaching to pull open the door...shivering as the cold slithers out over her...small quick steps carry her within setting the botas with the others...turning on balls of feet...hartas back out of the cold...rounded ass pushing the door shut as she passes
~~moving to the Hearth...seeing the water has been boiling...pulls it from the heat...lifting a ladle pulling an empty kettle closer...lifts the strips...letting the water drain off...sets them into the empty kettle...lifting the cool kettle she carries it into the Storage Room...setting it to the floor
~~bending low...ass wiggling as she works...lifting the strips...wringing them out...hanging them on the bars to dry...lifting the last one...wringing it out...hanging it to dry...leaning back...stretching out back muscles...lifts the kettle... going to the back door...dumping out the water on the plants near by
~~returns it to near the Hearth...lifting one of the buckets...carries it out the back door...dumping it out as well...returning to use the clear water...rinsing it out...dumping the water back into the other bucket...replaces it to it's home...taking up the second bucket...takes it out to dump it...smiling as she hears the laughter of the two young Guards from yesterday at the Gate...she bites her lip and waves at them then moves on
~~moving back into the Kitchen...replacing the bucket...steps into the Storage Room after an Ahn...lifting the dry strips rolling them tightly up...tucking the end inside the roll...placing them into the basket...having them all rolled...lifts the basket...moving from the Storage Room to the Small Treatment Room
~~she places a few in the Storage Cabinet in the Room next to the healing salve...then takes the rest to the Glass Cabinet so they will be ready when needed thinking oO(glad she thought about making some for they were only down to 2 roll since they used many on the Outrider Gus the other evening) so now there are 2 dozen more for now...she turns and goes about her day taking her favorite spot up on the window ledge after putting the basket away
9/8/20 Milking the Verr and cleaning their pen
~~heads out the back door and to the Supply Shed glances to the hair and wool stocks...seeing both are in well supply at the moment dreamer makes her way to the get the yoke and the buckets for gathering the milk...the proceeds to go down the path to the Barn...making her way to the Verr pen...slowly steps inside...softly sighs seeing the pen needs to be mucked and new straw laid down before she can even think of milking thinking oO(dirty lil beasts)
~~setting the buckets and the yoke aside she opens the outer door to the pen...slowly get the wooden cart moved over to the door...taking a wooden pitch fork in hand dreamer digs it deep into the old straw and loads it into the cart...moving about the pen until all is gone and the dirt floor beneath...taking a rake dreamer rakes over the dirt stirring it about to make it ready for fresh straw...pushing the cart to the dung pile...shoving the pitch fork into the smelly straw...moves it from the cart to the basket
~~shivers...softly sighs wipes the fork in the clean grass...makes her way back to the Barn...stepping quickly...moves to the shut door...knowing the thralls that tend the beasts sleep within...banging hard on the door...hearing some scurrying behind the door...dreamer throws it open and barks orders to 2 of them to get fresh straw from the loft watching as they scamper up the ladder...dreamer chastise them for not caring for the Verr pen properly by shaking her fingers at them "better be glad my Master has not seen this" she says
~~seeing the straw fly from the loft into the pen she makes her way back to the pen and start moving the straw into place...once it is finished...the girl finds the stool and grabs the first bucket...placing it on the stool...goes and gets the first Verr to milk...slipping a lead about her neck dreamer moves over to the stool and ties her to the side...placing the bucket beneath her teets...wrapping dainty hands about them slowly work them up and down...watching the milk spray into the bucket...smiles softly
~~seeing the bucket about half full dreamer removes the lead from her neck and slaps her ass... getting her to move back to the herd unties the lead from the side...dreamer makes her way to the next female...slipping the lead over her head...leads her to the milking area...ties her to the side...settles in and starts once again...smiles to samiam and aims at him and squirts some milk at him giggles as they he sprayed in the face and on the side
~~watches him scamper off to indigently lick the milk from his fur...filling the bucket...dreamer releases this one too to return to the herd...taking that bucket out she grabs the other one...seeing 2 of the females have babies dreamer won't be milking them..doing the same as before with the last 2...dreamer fills the second bucket...setting the bucket with the first she moves over to a good sized barrel filled with feed for the Verr...digging the scoop deep within dreamer fills the feeding area...moving to the water barrel
~~dips a bucket set to the side into it and fills it turning she makes her way back to fill the water basin in the pen... returning the bucket...then sets the yoke over her shoulders...dipping one side low she scoops up one bucket...then slipping the other on dreamer rise and makes way up the path to the Citadel and stops in the Kitchen...sitting them down on the counter and removes the yoke and set it against the wall...pivoting...she make her way to where the storage vessels are...taking up one vat carry it over to the buckets...
~~pouring one then the other inside...placing the lid on it...carefully lifting the vat dreamer waddles over to the Cold Room...setting it aside...opens the door...heaving the vat back up dreamer waddles once again inside...carrying the vat into the milk storage area...the chill of this room slightly more noticeable setting it behind the older vat of Verr milk...dreamer steps lively from the Room...shutting the door fully...rinsing the milking bucket out...dreamer carries them back to the Supply Shed
~~setting the buckets and the yoke aside she opens the outer door to the pen...slowly get the wooden cart moved over to the door...taking a wooden pitch fork in hand dreamer digs it deep into the old straw and loads it into the cart...moving about the pen until all is gone and the dirt floor beneath...taking a rake dreamer rakes over the dirt stirring it about to make it ready for fresh straw...pushing the cart to the dung pile...shoving the pitch fork into the smelly straw...moves it from the cart to the basket
~~shivers...softly sighs wipes the fork in the clean grass...makes her way back to the Barn...stepping quickly...moves to the shut door...knowing the thralls that tend the beasts sleep within...banging hard on the door...hearing some scurrying behind the door...dreamer throws it open and barks orders to 2 of them to get fresh straw from the loft watching as they scamper up the ladder...dreamer chastise them for not caring for the Verr pen properly by shaking her fingers at them "better be glad my Master has not seen this" she says
~~seeing the straw fly from the loft into the pen she makes her way back to the pen and start moving the straw into place...once it is finished...the girl finds the stool and grabs the first bucket...placing it on the stool...goes and gets the first Verr to milk...slipping a lead about her neck dreamer moves over to the stool and ties her to the side...placing the bucket beneath her teets...wrapping dainty hands about them slowly work them up and down...watching the milk spray into the bucket...smiles softly
~~seeing the bucket about half full dreamer removes the lead from her neck and slaps her ass... getting her to move back to the herd unties the lead from the side...dreamer makes her way to the next female...slipping the lead over her head...leads her to the milking area...ties her to the side...settles in and starts once again...smiles to samiam and aims at him and squirts some milk at him giggles as they he sprayed in the face and on the side
~~watches him scamper off to indigently lick the milk from his fur...filling the bucket...dreamer releases this one too to return to the herd...taking that bucket out she grabs the other one...seeing 2 of the females have babies dreamer won't be milking them..doing the same as before with the last 2...dreamer fills the second bucket...setting the bucket with the first she moves over to a good sized barrel filled with feed for the Verr...digging the scoop deep within dreamer fills the feeding area...moving to the water barrel
~~dips a bucket set to the side into it and fills it turning she makes her way back to fill the water basin in the pen... returning the bucket...then sets the yoke over her shoulders...dipping one side low she scoops up one bucket...then slipping the other on dreamer rise and makes way up the path to the Citadel and stops in the Kitchen...sitting them down on the counter and removes the yoke and set it against the wall...pivoting...she make her way to where the storage vessels are...taking up one vat carry it over to the buckets...
~~pouring one then the other inside...placing the lid on it...carefully lifting the vat dreamer waddles over to the Cold Room...setting it aside...opens the door...heaving the vat back up dreamer waddles once again inside...carrying the vat into the milk storage area...the chill of this room slightly more noticeable setting it behind the older vat of Verr milk...dreamer steps lively from the Room...shutting the door fully...rinsing the milking bucket out...dreamer carries them back to the Supply Shed
9/8/20 Mending clothes being entertained by a Young Guard
~~dreamer sashays out the Main Room and past her Master after their talk...wiggling her sassy ass as she does knowing he loves that view...to the Supply Closet she goes retrieves a bar of soap and a towel and slips to the Hot tubs...seeing one that is already to go...steps to the tub and bathes and washes hair...then to the bathroom to towel dry and comb hair...on her way back to the Main Room she deposits the towel and quickly gets her bowl of gruel and a glass of milk knowing he Master wants her to eat as well....she hartas washes up the bowl and cup and goes to brush her teeth
~~she then goes back to the Main Room and notices her Master has left...her heart saddens..she would love to be his shadow all the time but knows he is a busy Man one that runs the City and he has obligations to fill...the afternoon sun beats down upon the Citadel leaving the air heavy and warm with its abundant light while the shadows play in the corners and across the floor inside the Home the sweet gentle sound of a girls lilting laugh filters down to the Main Hall where dreamer sits at the window seat
~~she slips her hands and arms downward and gets the sewing basket and pulls it near her...baskets full of clothes...she appears small and delicate as she lowers a garment to her lap and looks up at the strapping...Young Guards one who leans against a table near her...they appear lost in conversation with one another...their faces animate and bright from their mutual laughter and good will
~~snippets of their conversation float upon the air reaching any unseen ear...and one can gather that the Guard is amusing her with tales of His battles and travels....rapt...orbs sparkle merrily as she claps her hands from time to time cheering him on as he speaks..or she gasps if the tale grows too suspenseful for her....one can see that the Guard is quite enjoying the attention placed upon him
~~"...then what happened...Master? Did the beast..." she asks "well then I threw the spear?" "oh no, no it did not...ooooo...you are so brave...did Master Judas teach You?" she asked and he nodded "...Aye...girl also was taught to defend herself but that was ages ago"
~~continues to listen to him enthralled by the tales while deft...slender fingers work a golden needle and dark thread along the seam of a shirt....the needle glints and seems to dance as she peeks down from time to time checking on her progress though her pale eyes lift repeatedly back to the Guard
~~quick movements of her hands show she has done this procedure many times before and is quite astute in the task...she guides the needle in one last time to the underside of the shirt then snips the thread before swiftly tying the pieces into a secure knot...the Guards dark eyes watch the girl and he smiles seeing her work...wishing that he had a garment which needed repair so that he might linger longer with her
~~he suddenly looks away as he sees her lift her head up revealing her seductively entrancing gems which remind him of the deep...sapphire waters of the ocean in winter time...she offers him a smile and purrs softly as she asks him to tell her another tale of him and perhaps her Master while she picks up a pair of her Masters leathers from the basket
~~smiles seeing that her favorite stories involves the men of the Citadel in some fashion...and he gladly shares such stories as their meeting...his apprenticeship under them and the few fights they have fought alongside each other...he chuckles before beginning another such tale as he sees her bewildered look as her eyes move over the seat of the leathers revealing the large rip along it...she listens attentively to him while she picks up a larger...stronger needle and carefully sets to the task of mending
~~the two send the next couple of ahns relaying stories back and forth as she mends various shirts...pants...socks...and dresses for the Free in the Home....afterwards...she carefully folds each garment and returns it to the basket...she then reaches arms down and folds the rep cloths till all are done
~~the Guard seeing she is done reaches down to help...and she smiles and thanks him for helping her he picks up the 2 of the baskets to her 1 and then they both pad gently down the Hall taking the basket to the Laundry Room...she thanks him for keeping her company but says she has to move along she has more chores to tend to
~~she then goes back to the Main Room and notices her Master has left...her heart saddens..she would love to be his shadow all the time but knows he is a busy Man one that runs the City and he has obligations to fill...the afternoon sun beats down upon the Citadel leaving the air heavy and warm with its abundant light while the shadows play in the corners and across the floor inside the Home the sweet gentle sound of a girls lilting laugh filters down to the Main Hall where dreamer sits at the window seat
~~she slips her hands and arms downward and gets the sewing basket and pulls it near her...baskets full of clothes...she appears small and delicate as she lowers a garment to her lap and looks up at the strapping...Young Guards one who leans against a table near her...they appear lost in conversation with one another...their faces animate and bright from their mutual laughter and good will
~~snippets of their conversation float upon the air reaching any unseen ear...and one can gather that the Guard is amusing her with tales of His battles and travels....rapt...orbs sparkle merrily as she claps her hands from time to time cheering him on as he speaks..or she gasps if the tale grows too suspenseful for her....one can see that the Guard is quite enjoying the attention placed upon him
~~"...then what happened...Master? Did the beast..." she asks "well then I threw the spear?" "oh no, no it did not...ooooo...you are so brave...did Master Judas teach You?" she asked and he nodded "...Aye...girl also was taught to defend herself but that was ages ago"
~~continues to listen to him enthralled by the tales while deft...slender fingers work a golden needle and dark thread along the seam of a shirt....the needle glints and seems to dance as she peeks down from time to time checking on her progress though her pale eyes lift repeatedly back to the Guard
~~quick movements of her hands show she has done this procedure many times before and is quite astute in the task...she guides the needle in one last time to the underside of the shirt then snips the thread before swiftly tying the pieces into a secure knot...the Guards dark eyes watch the girl and he smiles seeing her work...wishing that he had a garment which needed repair so that he might linger longer with her
~~he suddenly looks away as he sees her lift her head up revealing her seductively entrancing gems which remind him of the deep...sapphire waters of the ocean in winter time...she offers him a smile and purrs softly as she asks him to tell her another tale of him and perhaps her Master while she picks up a pair of her Masters leathers from the basket
~~smiles seeing that her favorite stories involves the men of the Citadel in some fashion...and he gladly shares such stories as their meeting...his apprenticeship under them and the few fights they have fought alongside each other...he chuckles before beginning another such tale as he sees her bewildered look as her eyes move over the seat of the leathers revealing the large rip along it...she listens attentively to him while she picks up a larger...stronger needle and carefully sets to the task of mending
~~the two send the next couple of ahns relaying stories back and forth as she mends various shirts...pants...socks...and dresses for the Free in the Home....afterwards...she carefully folds each garment and returns it to the basket...she then reaches arms down and folds the rep cloths till all are done
~~the Guard seeing she is done reaches down to help...and she smiles and thanks him for helping her he picks up the 2 of the baskets to her 1 and then they both pad gently down the Hall taking the basket to the Laundry Room...she thanks him for keeping her company but says she has to move along she has more chores to tend to
9/7/20 a Receipe for the Kitchen wench
~dreamer sit by the window seat in the Main Room with a note book she promised the Kitchen wench she would give her the recipe
Spitted Bosk
peas & onions
blackbread
tastas
~~i carefully write so girl get the right directions looking to make sure that is how she remembered it being made she knows it is good cause she was allowed to taste what she helped cook a privilege dreamer always treasured..she sets the writing tool to the paper and scribbles what she remembers i even draw a few pictures of what the meal looks like
~~reading it over she nods at the amounts and the order of steps to take girl know who ever get to partake in this meal will get their belly full girl only prays that it will nourish their bodies so they can stay healthy...i place the paper in the cook book and leave it on the counter so the Kitchen wench can find it easily
begin preparations for this serve half way between the midday meal and the evening meal to give you time for everything
Bosk
take a deep roasting pan and fill it with
1 bottle of Ka La Na (cooking quality is fine)...
1 spoonful each of yellow and red salt
3 spoonfuls of minced rosemary
1 spoonful of minced marjoram
1 full head of garlic
1 small onion both finely chopped and mix well
place the Bosk meat in the pan and spoon the marinade over the meat
allow the meat to soak in the liquid for quite a while turning occasionally and basting often to keep it moist
Black Bread
while the Bosk is marinating prepare the black bread
in a large bowl place
1 spoonful each of palm oil and molasses
1 and a half mugs of Sa Tarna flour
1 mug of dark Sa Tarna flour
1 spoonful of white salt
3 spoonfuls of powdered Bosk milk
2 spoonfuls of ground Blackwine beans
2 spoonfuls of cocoa powder
and 1 spoonful of caraway seed
next slowly begin to add 1 and a half mugs of warm water stirring constantly
place the dough onto a clean workspace and dust well with Sa Tarna flour
making sure you flour your hands well to absorb the oils on your skin
use the heel of your hands to compress and push the dough away from you
then fold it back over itself
give the dough a little turn and repeat
put the weight of your body into the motion and get into a rhythm
keep folding over and compressing the dough until it becomes smooth and slightly shiny...almost satiny
check your recipe for specifics
the most common test for being done is to press it with your finger
if the indentation remains it's ready
place the dough in the bread pan and mark it with the back of an ulo knife into 6 sections then place it into the bread oven to bake
after placing the bread in the oven take a small pot and fill it with 2 mugs of water bring it to a boil
add 1 mug each of yellow and white sugar and stir well
simmer until the sugar is melted and then set aside to cool slightly
place the Bosk on the spit and set it over a medium flame
do not place it too close to the heat or the outside will burn
next add the marinade to the warm sugar water mixture and brush this over the Bosk often
keeping it moist and dripping over the heat
the sugar will caramelize and sweeten the juicy thick Bosk meat
place the pot of marinade over a low flame as well to cook while using it as a baste
Pea Pods & Onions
while the Bosk cooks prepare the vegetables
quickly shell 1 small basket of rip crispy pea pods
carefully checking for signs of rot
Place them in a small and add 1 mug of water
next cut the bulbs off the small ground onions
add them to the peas and place them over a low heat
cook until the peas are a vivid green
be careful not to over cook
you want them to remain crispy and colorful
remove the bread from the oven
slice off a marked section and place it on a large plate
when the Bosk is cooked through to the desired temperature slice off several thick slices and place them on the plate
drizzle some of the cooked marinade over the meat for additional flavor
add a large spoonful of the vegetables to the plate and serve
you can also serve this meal with some molasses
butter or honey to accompany the bread.
Dessert:
while your Owner is enjoying their meal beg permission to return to the Kitchen to begin a tasty treat
in a large pot over a very low heat
add 1 mug of milk and 1 full brick of chocolate chopped into small pieces
stirring constantly watch closely as the chocolate melts
once melted slowly add 3 mugs of white sugar stirring constantly until smooth
stir until the mixture forms a thick ball in the pan
remove the pot from the heat and using a spoon scoop out a thick chunk and wrap it around the tasta stick
stand the tasta in the rack and allow a few minutes to cool while you finish the rest
serve with a smile of love to your Free
RESEARCH
Quotes from the books:
Bosk - The meat was a steak cut from the loin, a huge shaggy long horned bovine, meat is seared, as thick as the forearm of a Warrior on a small iron grill on a kindling of charcoal cylinders so that the thin margin on the outside was black, crisp and flaky sealed within by the touch of the fire-the blood rich flesh hot and fat with juice - Outlaw of Gor, p 45
Black Bread - The great merchant galleys of Port Kar, and Cos, and Tyros, and other maritime powers, utilized thousands of such miserable wretches, fed on brews of peas and black bread, chained in the rowing holds, under the whips of slave masters, their lives measured by feedings and beatings and the labor of the oar. - Hunters of Gor, p 13
Tastas - soft, rounded, succulent candies, usually covered in a coating of syrup or fudge, rather in the nature of the caramel apple, but much smaller, and, like the caramel apple, mounted on sticks. - Dancer of Gor, page 81
Spitted Bosk
peas & onions
blackbread
tastas
~~i carefully write so girl get the right directions looking to make sure that is how she remembered it being made she knows it is good cause she was allowed to taste what she helped cook a privilege dreamer always treasured..she sets the writing tool to the paper and scribbles what she remembers i even draw a few pictures of what the meal looks like
~~reading it over she nods at the amounts and the order of steps to take girl know who ever get to partake in this meal will get their belly full girl only prays that it will nourish their bodies so they can stay healthy...i place the paper in the cook book and leave it on the counter so the Kitchen wench can find it easily
begin preparations for this serve half way between the midday meal and the evening meal to give you time for everything
Bosk
take a deep roasting pan and fill it with
1 bottle of Ka La Na (cooking quality is fine)...
1 spoonful each of yellow and red salt
3 spoonfuls of minced rosemary
1 spoonful of minced marjoram
1 full head of garlic
1 small onion both finely chopped and mix well
place the Bosk meat in the pan and spoon the marinade over the meat
allow the meat to soak in the liquid for quite a while turning occasionally and basting often to keep it moist
Black Bread
while the Bosk is marinating prepare the black bread
in a large bowl place
1 spoonful each of palm oil and molasses
1 and a half mugs of Sa Tarna flour
1 mug of dark Sa Tarna flour
1 spoonful of white salt
3 spoonfuls of powdered Bosk milk
2 spoonfuls of ground Blackwine beans
2 spoonfuls of cocoa powder
and 1 spoonful of caraway seed
next slowly begin to add 1 and a half mugs of warm water stirring constantly
place the dough onto a clean workspace and dust well with Sa Tarna flour
making sure you flour your hands well to absorb the oils on your skin
use the heel of your hands to compress and push the dough away from you
then fold it back over itself
give the dough a little turn and repeat
put the weight of your body into the motion and get into a rhythm
keep folding over and compressing the dough until it becomes smooth and slightly shiny...almost satiny
check your recipe for specifics
the most common test for being done is to press it with your finger
if the indentation remains it's ready
place the dough in the bread pan and mark it with the back of an ulo knife into 6 sections then place it into the bread oven to bake
after placing the bread in the oven take a small pot and fill it with 2 mugs of water bring it to a boil
add 1 mug each of yellow and white sugar and stir well
simmer until the sugar is melted and then set aside to cool slightly
place the Bosk on the spit and set it over a medium flame
do not place it too close to the heat or the outside will burn
next add the marinade to the warm sugar water mixture and brush this over the Bosk often
keeping it moist and dripping over the heat
the sugar will caramelize and sweeten the juicy thick Bosk meat
place the pot of marinade over a low flame as well to cook while using it as a baste
Pea Pods & Onions
while the Bosk cooks prepare the vegetables
quickly shell 1 small basket of rip crispy pea pods
carefully checking for signs of rot
Place them in a small and add 1 mug of water
next cut the bulbs off the small ground onions
add them to the peas and place them over a low heat
cook until the peas are a vivid green
be careful not to over cook
you want them to remain crispy and colorful
remove the bread from the oven
slice off a marked section and place it on a large plate
when the Bosk is cooked through to the desired temperature slice off several thick slices and place them on the plate
drizzle some of the cooked marinade over the meat for additional flavor
add a large spoonful of the vegetables to the plate and serve
you can also serve this meal with some molasses
butter or honey to accompany the bread.
Dessert:
while your Owner is enjoying their meal beg permission to return to the Kitchen to begin a tasty treat
in a large pot over a very low heat
add 1 mug of milk and 1 full brick of chocolate chopped into small pieces
stirring constantly watch closely as the chocolate melts
once melted slowly add 3 mugs of white sugar stirring constantly until smooth
stir until the mixture forms a thick ball in the pan
remove the pot from the heat and using a spoon scoop out a thick chunk and wrap it around the tasta stick
stand the tasta in the rack and allow a few minutes to cool while you finish the rest
serve with a smile of love to your Free
RESEARCH
Quotes from the books:
Bosk - The meat was a steak cut from the loin, a huge shaggy long horned bovine, meat is seared, as thick as the forearm of a Warrior on a small iron grill on a kindling of charcoal cylinders so that the thin margin on the outside was black, crisp and flaky sealed within by the touch of the fire-the blood rich flesh hot and fat with juice - Outlaw of Gor, p 45
Black Bread - The great merchant galleys of Port Kar, and Cos, and Tyros, and other maritime powers, utilized thousands of such miserable wretches, fed on brews of peas and black bread, chained in the rowing holds, under the whips of slave masters, their lives measured by feedings and beatings and the labor of the oar. - Hunters of Gor, p 13
Tastas - soft, rounded, succulent candies, usually covered in a coating of syrup or fudge, rather in the nature of the caramel apple, but much smaller, and, like the caramel apple, mounted on sticks. - Dancer of Gor, page 81
9/7/20 Scrubbing the slave Class Rooms floor
~~walks with the two heavy bucket with the cold water to the fire...looks down at her wet silk...why she never learns that she don't need to fill them that full as she just will splash the cold water over her...gently places the both buckets on the floor near the fire...grabs one bucket...lifts it up...places one hand under and pour the fresh water into the empty huge pot over the fire
~~drops down the bucket...stretches her back...then leans down and grabs the other bucket...lifts it up in the same way...she threw her long blonde hair over her shoulder as she tilted her head to the side...looks to the clean water as it fills the pot..drops the bucket...melts down to her knees and places some logs over the fire...now it will soon be hot water when she has swept the floors in the slave Class Room
~~walks to the Supply Closet off the Kitchen and at the door she takes the broom leaning against the cold stone wall...grabs the hook on the door...runs it around and pulls up the heavy door to the Class Room...then shuts it behind her back with a bang...shrugs...always makes her body shiver she pushes on the door to be sure she is not locked in
~~feels the chill floors under her feet as she walks to the corner in the Room...begins to sweep the floor with the wooden broom...lets the broom harshly sweep along the floor...all the dust from the between the stones get to a dust cloud around her...coughs lightly time to time as she let the broom dance over the floor oO(how can one floor get this dusty we slaves clean all the time) she thinks
~~her hips sways to side to side as she moves...she really did not realize how tired sweeping a floor this dusty can make her sleepy...she just need to take it more easy...her mind goes to her Master...licks her upper lip remembering yesterday afternoon...still feels the salty taste on her tongue tip...its a hard and sweaty chore to sweep the dusty floor in the Class Room...stretches her back...feel her arms ache to "best to hurry on" the lil bond says "stop dreaming girl"
~~sighs at the hard work...to scrub the floor...thinks oO(need to scrub all the
rocks) sighs as she drops down to her knees...drying her forehead...lets her hands caress her thighs...then just slaps her thighs she says "get back to work girl" rises up to her feet and grabs the broom in her little hand and walks out the stone stairs...pulls up the door and runs up the stairs to the kettle with the water in the Kitchen on the fires to see if its hot enough to use
~~i is just right...takes a larger cloth press down the huge kettle on the hook...the kettle tilts towards the bucket she places a bit away from it...moves back her feet a bit so she not will get the hot water over her toes...sees the steaming water pouring into the bucket...fills it a bit more then half full...add some of the cold water making sure its hot enough
~~grabs some soap flings and pour into the bucket...lifts up the heavy bucket...letting her tongue stir in her mouth as she steadies her hand...walks back down to the Class Room with bucket and scrub brush in tow...to scrub the stone floor there
~~looks around..as none is here and she don't want to ruin her fine white silk...she gently removes the bottom part around her waist...then takes her arm silks and places them in a nice pile on top on her silks...walks over to the bench and places them there...walks back to the bucket...drops down to her knees...takes the brush from the water making sure its really soaked with water
~~leans forward and let her hand begin to scrub the floor harshly with her ass wiggles in the air thinks oO(oh Master would like seeing me in this position) her soft fully breasts jiggles as she move her hand to the sides and even in circles as she scrub the stones hard
~~pulls the bucket to her as she on her knees moves back...her toes slowly moves over the floor so she don't backs into something...the stones press into her knees...her thoughts goes to the oO(warm nice bath) she will have when she is done...drops the brush back into the bucket..then suddenly she looks up shes tired and needs a nap...rises up and drops the brush in the dirty water...grabs the bucket and walks up to fill a new bucket with fresh hot water to clean the last part of the Class Room
~~takes the last bucket of dirty water after grabbing her silk and arm silk in tow with her...for the last time she walks behind the Citadel...pour out the dirty water on the grass then back to the fire to clean the bucket and place it near the back door of the Kitchen...then walks up to take a bath to clean her slave flesh
~~her body aches...looks down on her knees...sees her scratched knees...wrinkle her nose a bit...then looks at her hands...looking like dry ta-grapes all crinkled...sighs deeply...a slaves work gets them every time her long hair whips her back softly as she settles back in the hot tub water the Class Room now clean and it really smells good now...and now she will become fresh and smell better also
~~drops down the bucket...stretches her back...then leans down and grabs the other bucket...lifts it up in the same way...she threw her long blonde hair over her shoulder as she tilted her head to the side...looks to the clean water as it fills the pot..drops the bucket...melts down to her knees and places some logs over the fire...now it will soon be hot water when she has swept the floors in the slave Class Room
~~walks to the Supply Closet off the Kitchen and at the door she takes the broom leaning against the cold stone wall...grabs the hook on the door...runs it around and pulls up the heavy door to the Class Room...then shuts it behind her back with a bang...shrugs...always makes her body shiver she pushes on the door to be sure she is not locked in
~~feels the chill floors under her feet as she walks to the corner in the Room...begins to sweep the floor with the wooden broom...lets the broom harshly sweep along the floor...all the dust from the between the stones get to a dust cloud around her...coughs lightly time to time as she let the broom dance over the floor oO(how can one floor get this dusty we slaves clean all the time) she thinks
~~her hips sways to side to side as she moves...she really did not realize how tired sweeping a floor this dusty can make her sleepy...she just need to take it more easy...her mind goes to her Master...licks her upper lip remembering yesterday afternoon...still feels the salty taste on her tongue tip...its a hard and sweaty chore to sweep the dusty floor in the Class Room...stretches her back...feel her arms ache to "best to hurry on" the lil bond says "stop dreaming girl"
~~sighs at the hard work...to scrub the floor...thinks oO(need to scrub all the
rocks) sighs as she drops down to her knees...drying her forehead...lets her hands caress her thighs...then just slaps her thighs she says "get back to work girl" rises up to her feet and grabs the broom in her little hand and walks out the stone stairs...pulls up the door and runs up the stairs to the kettle with the water in the Kitchen on the fires to see if its hot enough to use
~~i is just right...takes a larger cloth press down the huge kettle on the hook...the kettle tilts towards the bucket she places a bit away from it...moves back her feet a bit so she not will get the hot water over her toes...sees the steaming water pouring into the bucket...fills it a bit more then half full...add some of the cold water making sure its hot enough
~~grabs some soap flings and pour into the bucket...lifts up the heavy bucket...letting her tongue stir in her mouth as she steadies her hand...walks back down to the Class Room with bucket and scrub brush in tow...to scrub the stone floor there
~~looks around..as none is here and she don't want to ruin her fine white silk...she gently removes the bottom part around her waist...then takes her arm silks and places them in a nice pile on top on her silks...walks over to the bench and places them there...walks back to the bucket...drops down to her knees...takes the brush from the water making sure its really soaked with water
~~leans forward and let her hand begin to scrub the floor harshly with her ass wiggles in the air thinks oO(oh Master would like seeing me in this position) her soft fully breasts jiggles as she move her hand to the sides and even in circles as she scrub the stones hard
~~pulls the bucket to her as she on her knees moves back...her toes slowly moves over the floor so she don't backs into something...the stones press into her knees...her thoughts goes to the oO(warm nice bath) she will have when she is done...drops the brush back into the bucket..then suddenly she looks up shes tired and needs a nap...rises up and drops the brush in the dirty water...grabs the bucket and walks up to fill a new bucket with fresh hot water to clean the last part of the Class Room
~~takes the last bucket of dirty water after grabbing her silk and arm silk in tow with her...for the last time she walks behind the Citadel...pour out the dirty water on the grass then back to the fire to clean the bucket and place it near the back door of the Kitchen...then walks up to take a bath to clean her slave flesh
~~her body aches...looks down on her knees...sees her scratched knees...wrinkle her nose a bit...then looks at her hands...looking like dry ta-grapes all crinkled...sighs deeply...a slaves work gets them every time her long hair whips her back softly as she settles back in the hot tub water the Class Room now clean and it really smells good now...and now she will become fresh and smell better also
9/6/20 the wash
~~as the noon day arrived...dreamer found herself waking with a song in her heart "At Last!!" she squeaked "a clear day" the sun shining brightly for all to enjoy...the perfect weather to get the pile of washing that had been mounting for the last few days out of the way i told the Laundry wench i would take care of laundry of the Guards today she was more then happy to allow me
~~gathering up the silk hanging elegantly around her waist...she carefully tucked them into the waistband to keep them out of harms way and set about her afternoon task...stepping out into the gorgeous Garden she padded quietly off to the various different Rooms around the Courtyard to each Guards Chambers the slave that cleaned the Chambers left sheets and clothes by the door...gathering up arm fulls of washing from each before moving to the far end of yard...after she had milked momma Verr first thing she had done was set a heavy copper kettle over the fire to heat while she collected the wash
~~dropping the pile beside the wash bucket she headed back inside for the water...wrapping a thick rep cloth about her rough worked hands she carefully lifted the kettle from over the flames..steadily...one foot in front of the other she walked out to the wash bucket tilting it forward to release a slow flow of scolding hot water...the steam catching in the breeze and whipping up in sensual spirals around her cool
thighs...submerging several of the more dirtier sheets into the boiling water careful not to splash or catch herself she left them to soak while she headed inside hefting the heavy ironing board with her and lining the two irons upon the hearth to warm for later
~~as the moments passed she knew the water would be cooling in the morning air so she hurried back outside with scrubbing brush in hand...plunging her hands into the hot water she untangled the first item rubbing it against the washing board and scrubbing the more stubborn marks with the brush as bubbles foamed around her hands...humming happily to herself as she worked hard on her chore
~~ one by one as she finished washing each sheet...shirt and rep cloth rinsing them good...she pegged them evenly out on the line...securing them tight with little wooden pegs...wicked little smirk played at the corner of her rose hued lips as she glanced down to the stiff little buds protruding from her breasts giggling impishly she held a peg open above the sensitive flesh and for a fleeting second she toyed with the idea of applying it...then the sensible side of her kicked in
~~"No no dreamer do your chores then you can have play time" smiling wide...cheeks flushed with heat she continued her chores pegging the last of the sheets out to dry...off she went to serve the Masters and Mistress's Breakfast in the Main Room after washing her hands while the clothing dried
~~upon returning back from her serve she glides her fingers across the fresh dry linen satisfied that its as dry as it will get...tugging the tight pegs free and discarding them to the basket as she set about preparing to iron the dry laundry... she decided it would be better to complete the ironing in the warmth by the fire so that she could keep the irons at a constant temperature and at arms reach so the process of switching between the irons would be quick and seamless
~~pulling out the first of the sheets she smooths it carefully across the ironing board...the rep tied tight around her fingers as not to burn the creamy white flesh...reaching out to take the first of the two irons she quickly glides the smooth scolding iron across the clean sheet careful not to mark or burn it
~~as one iron cooled she switched to the next setting the cold one by the flames and quickly working to complete her task....with each freshly ironed sheet and garment finished she stood to fold them neatly stacking them back into the basket..then she went to each of the Rooms of the Guards and placed their laundry in their Room on their Trunks her task complete
~~an ahn past quickly with her work and as the sun shone bright in the sky and the heat of the fire burned bright she gathered up the clean dry ironed sheets and happily padded around the different rooms leaving fresh piles of linen in each
~~gathering up the silk hanging elegantly around her waist...she carefully tucked them into the waistband to keep them out of harms way and set about her afternoon task...stepping out into the gorgeous Garden she padded quietly off to the various different Rooms around the Courtyard to each Guards Chambers the slave that cleaned the Chambers left sheets and clothes by the door...gathering up arm fulls of washing from each before moving to the far end of yard...after she had milked momma Verr first thing she had done was set a heavy copper kettle over the fire to heat while she collected the wash
~~dropping the pile beside the wash bucket she headed back inside for the water...wrapping a thick rep cloth about her rough worked hands she carefully lifted the kettle from over the flames..steadily...one foot in front of the other she walked out to the wash bucket tilting it forward to release a slow flow of scolding hot water...the steam catching in the breeze and whipping up in sensual spirals around her cool
thighs...submerging several of the more dirtier sheets into the boiling water careful not to splash or catch herself she left them to soak while she headed inside hefting the heavy ironing board with her and lining the two irons upon the hearth to warm for later
~~as the moments passed she knew the water would be cooling in the morning air so she hurried back outside with scrubbing brush in hand...plunging her hands into the hot water she untangled the first item rubbing it against the washing board and scrubbing the more stubborn marks with the brush as bubbles foamed around her hands...humming happily to herself as she worked hard on her chore
~~ one by one as she finished washing each sheet...shirt and rep cloth rinsing them good...she pegged them evenly out on the line...securing them tight with little wooden pegs...wicked little smirk played at the corner of her rose hued lips as she glanced down to the stiff little buds protruding from her breasts giggling impishly she held a peg open above the sensitive flesh and for a fleeting second she toyed with the idea of applying it...then the sensible side of her kicked in
~~"No no dreamer do your chores then you can have play time" smiling wide...cheeks flushed with heat she continued her chores pegging the last of the sheets out to dry...off she went to serve the Masters and Mistress's Breakfast in the Main Room after washing her hands while the clothing dried
~~upon returning back from her serve she glides her fingers across the fresh dry linen satisfied that its as dry as it will get...tugging the tight pegs free and discarding them to the basket as she set about preparing to iron the dry laundry... she decided it would be better to complete the ironing in the warmth by the fire so that she could keep the irons at a constant temperature and at arms reach so the process of switching between the irons would be quick and seamless
~~pulling out the first of the sheets she smooths it carefully across the ironing board...the rep tied tight around her fingers as not to burn the creamy white flesh...reaching out to take the first of the two irons she quickly glides the smooth scolding iron across the clean sheet careful not to mark or burn it
~~as one iron cooled she switched to the next setting the cold one by the flames and quickly working to complete her task....with each freshly ironed sheet and garment finished she stood to fold them neatly stacking them back into the basket..then she went to each of the Rooms of the Guards and placed their laundry in their Room on their Trunks her task complete
~~an ahn past quickly with her work and as the sun shone bright in the sky and the heat of the fire burned bright she gathered up the clean dry ironed sheets and happily padded around the different rooms leaving fresh piles of linen in each
9/6/20A promise is a promise
~~sighing softly...dreamer woke slowly...stretching her arms over her head and arching her back in a long stretch... she lay there for a long moment thinking about her Master...blinking and waking before she rose...placing the silk over her frame...making up her Master bed neatly...rubbing her eyes as she continues to wake..she glanced outside for a second smiling as the day had just woken as well...fastening the silk and began the walk to the Kitchen...she was in a baking mood...since she promised Mistress Sascha some Sar-Tarna Bread
~~entering the Kitchen...she glances around at the emptiness of it...the smells of the Beakfast foods wafting to her nose oO(someone had certainly been here before her) she thought to herself quietly...walking to the wash basin...she placed her hands beneath the water...scrubbing at her hands...she scrapes her nails across the surface of them to be sure suds make it beneath them for proper cleaning...reaching...she picks up the drying rep cloth and wipes the moisture from her hands...stepping away...grins...pleased
~~rubbing her hands together she steps across the area and to the Cold Room...lifting a bowl from the shelf...she smiles at the cool surface...pleased that it very clearly had been freshly washed...she lifts it into her arms...reaching...her hands moving in different directions...she grabs most of the ingredients...the small bag of Sa-Tarna flour...white sugar...and the container of salt...carrying them all back into the Kitchen...she places the bowl on the counter
~~stepping away from the counter...she moves to the Hearth...nodding that it was well set...and grabs a pan from over head...dipping it into the basin...she washes it swiftly before drying it...and setting it on the stove...grabbing a clean measuring cup she measures out two cups of water to heat while she mixes ingredients
~~reaching up the little bond pulls the curls behind her head...the soft feeling of the hair brushing against her arms as she does so...carefully measuring...she adds the flour first...a cup at a time...using the trick she was taught as a young woman...she grabs a sifter and places the first cup of flour inside...shaking it so there are no lumps in the bread...she does this with each cup until all the flour is in place...and sets the sifter into the wash basin to be cleaned when she is finished...turning back to her task...she ties off the flour bag and continues
~~next...she measures out 2 spoonfuls of the dry yellow yeast...stirring gently...taking another clean spoon...to avoid cross contamination of ingredients...she adds a spoonful of the white sugar...tying that bag off as well...finally taking a third spoon and adding the smallest amount of salt...after all the ingredients are together in the bowl...she takes a moment to mix them all together...it blends smoothly she finds it be pleasing...
~~turning...she lifts the nearly boiling water from the stove...and pours it over the dry dough...before placing the pan too in the basin...with a large wooden spoon...she begins to mix carefully...smiling at the little bubbles that pop the surface...rolling her eyes at her forgetfulness...she unties the flour bag and sets a bit on the dough so it is well floured...taking the lump now from the bowl...she begins to kneed it with her hands...firmly pounding into it so it is strong...but not so that it would break teeth when cooked...placing it back into the bowl...she leaves it to rise...
~~gabbing three loaf pans she smiles...lifting them to the basin to wash...and turning...places them too on the counter...with a very small amount of butter...she greases each pan carefully...so the bread will not stick when cooking...turning from the counter so that the bread may rise...she sets to washing the dishes she used...and replacing the ingredients in their place back in the Cold Room...each bag tied and sanitary
~~whistling softly...she sweeps around the Kitchen area...and tidies the counters in wait for the bread to rise...when it has finally done so...she washes her hands again...and moves to the dough...lifting it from the bowl...she pounds at it...separating it...and places each new ball into the pans marking them with S with a little bit of dough i shaped so the others knows the 3 loaves are for Mistress Sasha
~~lifting them each she moves in turn and places them in the Hearth...closing it...she walks to the door and waits quietly...watching the goings on of the Main Room...not one to feel comfortable sitting idly...she moves across the Main Room to tidy and wash down a few tables helping the other girls...
~~when the smell of the bread wafts to her nose some time later...she smiles...wiping her hands together and steps to the basin to clean them again...she grabs two rep cloths in her hands to pull each pan from the out of the Hearth...setting them on the counter she smiles at their look...nodding....replacing the cloth...she leaves them on the counter to cool
~~while the bread cools dreamer go sees her sweet butterfly the young Verr...to clean her place so she can be comfortable today stands in front of her "good day sweet butterfly dreamer is cleaning your space...how you feel today? glad to know you are fine...girls health is good today but she is nervous...i made bread for Mistress Sascha and i am fixing to Milk your momma Mistress wants some of her Milk i will make sure to leave you some as well...but girl will finish her chores first"
~~moves toward mama Verr to see how is she today..."good day mama how is your baby today? still feeding him I see...so glad to know that" she begins to remove all the verr dung around butterfly...move baby "let me clean your space too" smiles "yes dreamer loves you too" embraces butterfly with love knowing she such a good little Verr
~~smiles softly to the baby as she pets it quietly...leading her and butterfly out to pasture to chew the sweet grass "you are hungry dreamer knows eat well" moves toward mama...she pets her leading her out to pasture to chew the grass pass her hands over the Verr with her delicate hands then goes back to cleaning putting fresh hay down
~~finished cleaning all spaces...sets some fresh water after cleaning the vessel out...out in the meadow dreamer comes with a stool and bucket then talks to the Verr "momma i need some Milk" setting down the stool and bucket and sitting with thighs spread while momma Verr was munching on sweet grass dreamer milked her smiling watching the little one mock it's momma eating...the bucket filled dreamer stands picks the stool up and bucket
~~"well sweet babies dreamer will hopefully come tomorrow...that is if Mistress enjoyed what she was wanting" she turns around to go to the pens gate and see the Vulo "hey young roaster you shouldn't be here !!" smiles "for mama Verr will kick you out!...shoo shoo" leaves the pen happy to know she finish her chore for she promised Mistress she would
~~back in the Kitchen dreamer sits the bucket of Verr Milk upon the counter...she washes her hands then fetches a pitcher she pours some of the milk into it from the bucket...then she reaces for some bottles for the milk and uses a funnel to pour 3 bottles full...she marks them with a S so the others know this is for Mistress Sasha...i fill 2 other bottles and set all 5 into the Cold Room on the 2nd shelf..to the bread i place on a platter since they are cooled down now and placed them on the front counter for Mistress to find
~~washing out the bucket and cleaning up once again to make sure things are clean so the Kitchen wench won't get upset...gotta be nice to the hands that feed you...i sit at the table in the back i use a piece of butcher paper and i write a note to Mistress Sasha...letting her know i made her Sa-Tana Bread and Milked the momma Verr for <ilk she wished to have...i then rise and pad down the Hall to her Chambers and pushes the note under the door so not to disturb her sleep...then i run off to play with samiam for a bit before doing anything else
~~entering the Kitchen...she glances around at the emptiness of it...the smells of the Beakfast foods wafting to her nose oO(someone had certainly been here before her) she thought to herself quietly...walking to the wash basin...she placed her hands beneath the water...scrubbing at her hands...she scrapes her nails across the surface of them to be sure suds make it beneath them for proper cleaning...reaching...she picks up the drying rep cloth and wipes the moisture from her hands...stepping away...grins...pleased
~~rubbing her hands together she steps across the area and to the Cold Room...lifting a bowl from the shelf...she smiles at the cool surface...pleased that it very clearly had been freshly washed...she lifts it into her arms...reaching...her hands moving in different directions...she grabs most of the ingredients...the small bag of Sa-Tarna flour...white sugar...and the container of salt...carrying them all back into the Kitchen...she places the bowl on the counter
~~stepping away from the counter...she moves to the Hearth...nodding that it was well set...and grabs a pan from over head...dipping it into the basin...she washes it swiftly before drying it...and setting it on the stove...grabbing a clean measuring cup she measures out two cups of water to heat while she mixes ingredients
~~reaching up the little bond pulls the curls behind her head...the soft feeling of the hair brushing against her arms as she does so...carefully measuring...she adds the flour first...a cup at a time...using the trick she was taught as a young woman...she grabs a sifter and places the first cup of flour inside...shaking it so there are no lumps in the bread...she does this with each cup until all the flour is in place...and sets the sifter into the wash basin to be cleaned when she is finished...turning back to her task...she ties off the flour bag and continues
~~next...she measures out 2 spoonfuls of the dry yellow yeast...stirring gently...taking another clean spoon...to avoid cross contamination of ingredients...she adds a spoonful of the white sugar...tying that bag off as well...finally taking a third spoon and adding the smallest amount of salt...after all the ingredients are together in the bowl...she takes a moment to mix them all together...it blends smoothly she finds it be pleasing...
~~turning...she lifts the nearly boiling water from the stove...and pours it over the dry dough...before placing the pan too in the basin...with a large wooden spoon...she begins to mix carefully...smiling at the little bubbles that pop the surface...rolling her eyes at her forgetfulness...she unties the flour bag and sets a bit on the dough so it is well floured...taking the lump now from the bowl...she begins to kneed it with her hands...firmly pounding into it so it is strong...but not so that it would break teeth when cooked...placing it back into the bowl...she leaves it to rise...
~~gabbing three loaf pans she smiles...lifting them to the basin to wash...and turning...places them too on the counter...with a very small amount of butter...she greases each pan carefully...so the bread will not stick when cooking...turning from the counter so that the bread may rise...she sets to washing the dishes she used...and replacing the ingredients in their place back in the Cold Room...each bag tied and sanitary
~~whistling softly...she sweeps around the Kitchen area...and tidies the counters in wait for the bread to rise...when it has finally done so...she washes her hands again...and moves to the dough...lifting it from the bowl...she pounds at it...separating it...and places each new ball into the pans marking them with S with a little bit of dough i shaped so the others knows the 3 loaves are for Mistress Sasha
~~lifting them each she moves in turn and places them in the Hearth...closing it...she walks to the door and waits quietly...watching the goings on of the Main Room...not one to feel comfortable sitting idly...she moves across the Main Room to tidy and wash down a few tables helping the other girls...
~~when the smell of the bread wafts to her nose some time later...she smiles...wiping her hands together and steps to the basin to clean them again...she grabs two rep cloths in her hands to pull each pan from the out of the Hearth...setting them on the counter she smiles at their look...nodding....replacing the cloth...she leaves them on the counter to cool
~~while the bread cools dreamer go sees her sweet butterfly the young Verr...to clean her place so she can be comfortable today stands in front of her "good day sweet butterfly dreamer is cleaning your space...how you feel today? glad to know you are fine...girls health is good today but she is nervous...i made bread for Mistress Sascha and i am fixing to Milk your momma Mistress wants some of her Milk i will make sure to leave you some as well...but girl will finish her chores first"
~~moves toward mama Verr to see how is she today..."good day mama how is your baby today? still feeding him I see...so glad to know that" she begins to remove all the verr dung around butterfly...move baby "let me clean your space too" smiles "yes dreamer loves you too" embraces butterfly with love knowing she such a good little Verr
~~smiles softly to the baby as she pets it quietly...leading her and butterfly out to pasture to chew the sweet grass "you are hungry dreamer knows eat well" moves toward mama...she pets her leading her out to pasture to chew the grass pass her hands over the Verr with her delicate hands then goes back to cleaning putting fresh hay down
~~finished cleaning all spaces...sets some fresh water after cleaning the vessel out...out in the meadow dreamer comes with a stool and bucket then talks to the Verr "momma i need some Milk" setting down the stool and bucket and sitting with thighs spread while momma Verr was munching on sweet grass dreamer milked her smiling watching the little one mock it's momma eating...the bucket filled dreamer stands picks the stool up and bucket
~~"well sweet babies dreamer will hopefully come tomorrow...that is if Mistress enjoyed what she was wanting" she turns around to go to the pens gate and see the Vulo "hey young roaster you shouldn't be here !!" smiles "for mama Verr will kick you out!...shoo shoo" leaves the pen happy to know she finish her chore for she promised Mistress she would
~~back in the Kitchen dreamer sits the bucket of Verr Milk upon the counter...she washes her hands then fetches a pitcher she pours some of the milk into it from the bucket...then she reaces for some bottles for the milk and uses a funnel to pour 3 bottles full...she marks them with a S so the others know this is for Mistress Sasha...i fill 2 other bottles and set all 5 into the Cold Room on the 2nd shelf..to the bread i place on a platter since they are cooled down now and placed them on the front counter for Mistress to find
~~washing out the bucket and cleaning up once again to make sure things are clean so the Kitchen wench won't get upset...gotta be nice to the hands that feed you...i sit at the table in the back i use a piece of butcher paper and i write a note to Mistress Sasha...letting her know i made her Sa-Tana Bread and Milked the momma Verr for <ilk she wished to have...i then rise and pad down the Hall to her Chambers and pushes the note under the door so not to disturb her sleep...then i run off to play with samiam for a bit before doing anything else
9/5/20 Washing vessels and platters inspecting them for flaws
[02:21p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ tiny feet enters the Kitchen the girl pads over to the Supply Closet...she bends over...the silks lifting up behind her as she grabs a couple of buckets and a scrub brush..she stands upright and makes her way to the counter
[02:22p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ the girl then takes a box of soap flakes pours some into one of the buckets takes the bucket and places it under the water pump and pumps water til it is full...as she pumps she swooshes the water allowing the suds to form and splash on her face...giggling she takes the bucket and sets it on the counter
[02:23p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ dreamer then takes the other bucket and fills it to the rim...setting it on the counter the girl takes the goblets and places them in the soapy water...she picks up a rep cloth and cleans the goblets to a sparkle
[02:24p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ cleaning the goblets the girl rinses them off and sets them on the counter to dry...she takes the other vessels and cleans them to shine....then cleans the platters that have been used recently seeing the reflection after she is done
[02:29p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ as she finishes with the dishes the girl takes another rep cloth...and begins cleaning the counters and work tables....until nothing left is on there but sparkle...she takes to wiping the vessels down making sure there are no imperfections that may nick or cut one that is being served...us slaves pride ourselves in doing a great inspection of the way my Master Kitchen looks down to the tiniest thing
[02:32p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ i place each vessel back upon the shelves to display and to be choose worthy of a Free to be served with and enjoyed...the platters are laid carefully not to clink but marry each other laying upon the shelf....i go around and straighten up the counters moving the baskets of fruit and vegetable freshly pick into the Pantry to stay cool and not spoil
[02:34p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ i check on the bread in the racks cooling coving them back with the large tarp...the Kitchen has plenty of bread to last a few days...the Free will like that..they love the bread that our Kitchen wench makes she has this extra special way of putting love in her cooking
[02:37p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ no one is in the Kitchen but me...i gather a small bowl and i fill it with some Bosk milk from the pitcher that did not have enough to pour a glass but samiam would love what is offered to him...i was the pitcher and dry it then sets it upon the shelf...soon it will fill again as the Bosk and Verrs will be milked again to supply the Home
[02:40p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ looking about i am pleased with the way i am leaving the Kitchen and i pick up the small bowl and i walk out to the Garden where i seen samiam and i go sit on the fountains ledge and i place the bowl st my feet the litttle ball of fur comes running and his tongue is so fast he licked up the milk in no time..i laugh and i say "slow down there samiam...you must of been thirsty"
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[02:22p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ the girl then takes a box of soap flakes pours some into one of the buckets takes the bucket and places it under the water pump and pumps water til it is full...as she pumps she swooshes the water allowing the suds to form and splash on her face...giggling she takes the bucket and sets it on the counter
[02:23p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ dreamer then takes the other bucket and fills it to the rim...setting it on the counter the girl takes the goblets and places them in the soapy water...she picks up a rep cloth and cleans the goblets to a sparkle
[02:24p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ cleaning the goblets the girl rinses them off and sets them on the counter to dry...she takes the other vessels and cleans them to shine....then cleans the platters that have been used recently seeing the reflection after she is done
[02:29p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ as she finishes with the dishes the girl takes another rep cloth...and begins cleaning the counters and work tables....until nothing left is on there but sparkle...she takes to wiping the vessels down making sure there are no imperfections that may nick or cut one that is being served...us slaves pride ourselves in doing a great inspection of the way my Master Kitchen looks down to the tiniest thing
[02:32p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ i place each vessel back upon the shelves to display and to be choose worthy of a Free to be served with and enjoyed...the platters are laid carefully not to clink but marry each other laying upon the shelf....i go around and straighten up the counters moving the baskets of fruit and vegetable freshly pick into the Pantry to stay cool and not spoil
[02:34p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ i check on the bread in the racks cooling coving them back with the large tarp...the Kitchen has plenty of bread to last a few days...the Free will like that..they love the bread that our Kitchen wench makes she has this extra special way of putting love in her cooking
[02:37p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ no one is in the Kitchen but me...i gather a small bowl and i fill it with some Bosk milk from the pitcher that did not have enough to pour a glass but samiam would love what is offered to him...i was the pitcher and dry it then sets it upon the shelf...soon it will fill again as the Bosk and Verrs will be milked again to supply the Home
[02:40p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ looking about i am pleased with the way i am leaving the Kitchen and i pick up the small bowl and i walk out to the Garden where i seen samiam and i go sit on the fountains ledge and i place the bowl st my feet the litttle ball of fur comes running and his tongue is so fast he licked up the milk in no time..i laugh and i say "slow down there samiam...you must of been thirsty"
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9/5/20 Making Vegetables with Broth for Lunch
~~looking across at the cooking pot i see that the fire beneath it is no longer in flames...pressing my small hands to the ground i rock back on her heels and shift my petite feet under my slender but sculpted body
~~moving towards a pile of fresh cut kindling my feet glide across the lush green grass the blades pressing up between my toes with every step...the shear silk that barley cover my body rustle and move with the curves clinging to me
~~leaning down i blush as i feel the silks slide up my sculpted thighs...my sunny yellow curls tumble like cascading water down around my angel like face
~~i gathers up the meager cloth of the silks and places kindling it in...lifting the silks to keep if from falling out careful not to expose my slave heat as i do
~~moving back to the cooking pot my body gracefully and proud the slender form flows across the grass my eyes sparkle in the afternoon air as the sun shines down on her glistening skin...sun tanned to a honey brown
~~sliding softly to the ground i concentrates licking my ruby red lips and moisten them...slender arms place the wood with a delicate touch i set it alight using the spark from the previous fire that still smoldered in the stone hearth...my lips pursed together as she leans in and blows on the embers until they jump to life
~~shifting my weight i lean my body over extending it in a regal manner...i reach out and angels my sumptuous curves to the side grabbing ingredients that has been left for me...picks up the jug of water her long finger curling around that handle as i grip it pouring its cool liquid into the pot hearing a hissing and watching as the steam billows out know that fire is ready
~~tips in an assortment of vegetables and roots...leaning forward careful not to catch the silk in the fire...i stir the soup...a smiles spreads across the soft features of my face...i feel as the heat rises and watches the pots myriad of color as the swirling vegetables and root move around it the boiling broth...i adds pinches of seasoning and spice as i happily hum to myself
~~she dutifully watches over the soup as it cooks...m radiant beauty intensified by the glow of the embers and the sunlight over head...i wipe the back of my hand over my glowing bough and feels the droplets formed from the heat as my body bends over the cooking pot
~~sliding to my feet...my body moves with flawless grace i take soft steps with delicate ease to fetch a cloth to lift the pot from its fire stand...wrapping it carefully around the scorching handle i slide my exquisite legs slightly apart and lifts the pot...engrossed in the task at hand my face shows shear concentration as i nervously lick my lips while lifting and move the precious soup...not wishing to spill it or my Master and also the Kitchen wench will have my hide
~~washing my hands at the basin and dries them..i take down a wooden bowl with intricate carvings on the sides i tip the vegetable broth into the bowl...wiping the edges making sure the bowl is clean...i lift the bowl with a steady hand onto a serving tray with spoon a knot of bread also a Tankard of Ale and a Tospit treat ~~walking with sure and delighted steps i move towards the Main Room where my Master is...my hips sway and the silks move from side to side around the curve of my body...she clutches the tray close to my chest feeling as it presses in to the warm flesh
~~reaching my Master i slide to my knees...in silence..back straight...knees slightly closed and my sparkling eyes a deeper shade of blue in the lamp light to his furs....i raise the tray up and offers it to him and whispers “Master Vegetables in broth to fill your belly’s and satisfy your hunger...may its taste be that of passionate pleasures" i stay silent as he partakes in the offering
9/5/20 Cleaning the Administratos Office
~~i sit quietly on the cool tile floor in the Administrators Office of my Master i look around me...bright iridescent eyes roving over the Room...i take in the surroundings eyes moving and darting from corner to corner...i feel my heart thump faster...a little anxious a little excited...i am here to clean i wish to do a good job so that my Master will be happy
~~i twist my waist as i look around the Room...my long straight blonde hair tumbling around my collard neck and sculptured shoulder like the silk that sway around shapely hips...it swinging and brushing against my sun tanned skin as i move my head...coming to a slow and steady rest as i sit still
~~a little smile erupts across my moist pink lips as i start to think of the things i need to do to clean in my Masters Office...i bring my long slender legs under my body...leaning forward i press delicate but strong hands down into the thick fur i sit beside...my fingers nestling deep into the lush pile and i push up through the muscles in my arms i stand tall as the sun that streams through the window bounces off the seductive curves of my slave body
~~my eager eyes linger over the Awards my Masters walls proudly displays his loyalty and dedication to his profession...i turn and walk with a seductive sway across the large rug that covers the cold floor pausing in front of the bondage cross my body gives a little shudder
~~my mind wander as i see the vision of a chained and naked slave her body covered is moist droplets of sweat the glisten in the sensual light of the large window....i trail my fingers over my body lingering for the briefest moment above my slave heat...i quickly remember why i am there thinking oO(my Master named me right i am a dreamer)
~~bending i slide my fingers under the edge of the rug and start to roll it up...giving a slight cough as the dust flies up into my nose and face...i lift a hand and covers my nose as i let out a series of tiny sneezes as she rolls the large rug up
~~with a chest thrust forward i wrap long slender arms around the rug and pulling at it wrestles it to the terrace where with a throbbing strain i heave it over the railing...breathing hard from the effort my chest heaves up and down with each breath i take sucking much needed air into my lungs
~~work hardened hands grasp a beating stick leaning against the wall...i stand before the rail and spread my shapely legs apart...i draws back the stick and with a rippling force that surges through me i swing with a loud whack!! i grunt!! loudly as i beat the rug for all my worth...dust and grim flying around me as i pause
~~wiping the back of my hand over a sweat glistened brow...i beat the rug over and over as ever whack strains the curve of my body...breasts rise and fall...lush hips swing and sway with each and every movement...i stop as the dust dissipates leaving the rug to air
~~my small and naked feet patter across the cold floor...as i move the blue silk i proudly wear flows around my shapely body the beaded belt of the silk rubs against the naked flush of my hips as it bites and kisses in to my skin...my breast bounce slightly with every graceful step i take...my nipples rub against the silk cloth arousing them to a firm hard peaks
~~i head to the Office door as i walk my hand reaches out and touches the intricate carvings on the ornate desk my fingers bounce across the surface and i traces over the carvings in the wood...closing my eyes as i move i picture my Master sitting there his tall elegant figure and piercing eyes watching over to whom he owns personally
~~slender fingers reach out and grasp the door knob turning it as i push against the heavy door with my shoulder...i step from the Office and looks around...i search my memory for where i had left the scrub brush and bucket...retracing my steps i head down the Hall to the Guest Room where i was going to clean but the Occupant was still there...
~~long fingers trace over the stone of the Citadel walls as i move...i descend the step down to the Room hand and slender fingers brushing the silk flat against warm flesh with nervous strokes i pause in the door way and looks about quickly not wishing to disturb the Free Man or Free Woman that may be sleeping still
~~seeing the bucket and scrub brush where she left it...gathering them about taking them to the Kitchen i empty the dirty water i reach for the water that simmers over the fire pit gasps as i touch the handle and feels searing heat on the tips of my fingers...sliding them in my moist mouth i suck on them and sooth them as i look around for a cloth to grasp the handle with
~~winding the thick cloth around the scorching hot handle i tip some water in to the bucket careful not to splash it on myself i add a little soap flakes...i gather them and hurries back up to my Masters Office to start the work
~~slides to my hands and knees feels as the fabric riding deliciously up my well formed thighs...i dip the brush into the bucket...and bend to the task...slave curves caressed by the silk fabric...as my hips and shoulders sway in time with the scrubbing...the sudsy water gleams on my golden skin...sensual movement of my arms show the muscles that flex in my forearms as i pushes and pull the water across the tile
~~as i lean lower to scrub harder at the wooden floor...my breasts graze across the floor with each stroke of the scrub brush...i bit on my lower lip as i feel my nipples harden my slave body lusting for the touch of her Master...i lets out a slow and low moan as she thrust the scrub brush to and fro...dragging her breast lower across the floor with each stroke the suds and water sliding around my skin as i feel the arousing wetness that glistens in the pit of her slave heat as the silks ride up my flawless thighs as i work
~~standing i stretch my long lushes legs...i places my hands on my sensual hips as i arch my back...my lips curve in a secretive smile...blue eyes dancing...as i study the results of my labor...satisfied i leave the floor sparkling and clean in my wake i move with feline grace back to the Kitchen...where i rinse the bucket and scrub brush...and return them to their home
~~humming happily to myself i pivot and dances on t-i-p t-o-e-s as i return to my Master Office...soft breast peaking for the tops of my silk...teetering on the edge of full exposure as i twist and turn...dancing my way the Hall Guard smiles when he sees me then shakes his head in bewilderment...gliding my feet across the clean scrubbed floor i move to the terrace and heaves the freshly beaten rug to the ground...dragging and pulling it i lay it out and then slides to my knees and looks around the floor with a smile on her face
9/4/20 Making soap
~~standing in the Kitchen i stare at the heavy cauldron...i sigh and dread the thoughts of carrying this iron pot to the outside fire...i lift it...and wrap my tiny hands around the middle of the cauldron and grips it tightly pulling it into me as if i was holding the waist of my Master
~~l see the fire off in the field...and focuses my blue eyes on the flames...knowing i must make it there before i can release the pot...the cool...moist grass is under my bare feet as i walk...and the gentle breeze engulfs my body...easing my task of carrying such a heavy object
~~i make it to the fire and sets the cauldron down...quickly...i am panting...and wipes sweat off my brow...and watches my bosom heave from the laborious task...i close her eyes to rest in a kneeling position...but quickly snaps too fear the scorn of the Guard...soap making is a long process
~~i set the cauldron over the fire and stokethe fire to increase the heat...fearing my kertle may catch fire i hold them back and the crackle of the burning wood sparks snap at her bare feet...i lays a sieve over the cauldron...and takes a bucket of hard wood ash and lays it over the sieve
~~my soft white hands spread the ash over the sieve in an even manner...the ash feels smooth and soft...but yet leaves a black filth over my fingers that will take a long time to scrub clean...she lifts a pitcher of water and pours it over the ash and allows my fingers to flicker in the pouring water to clean some of the dirt off...i hear the trickling of water pouring into the cauldron below
~~the ashes are like tea leaves and the i snicker at the thought of making ash tea...she wants a strong an full bodied color so i repeats the process of taking the water out of the cauldron and re-pouring it over the ash...the ash solution is messy and stains my garment
~~i laugh at the irony of needing the soap i am making to clean the ash marks on my clothing...i run my hand over the muddy ash resting on the sieve and pushes it down to get the darkness into the water...as i press down i feel the ash ooze up between my fingers
~~finally...after several pouring of the ash water...i adds some Bosk tallow and some Sa-Tarna flour to the solution and mixes it till i get a consistency of urt cream cheese...i hold up a vuial of Lavendar oil to add to the harsh smelling soap
~~i inhale the beauty of the flower and hopes this smell will please my Master and Mistress Sascha...the watery ash becomes thick and hard to stir...i look at my arms...and the muscles i am developing from all the hard work i am doing and frowns...fearing it may displease my Master
~~i pull the cauldron off the fire...and let the mixture cool...i mix it to allow it to coagulate and pushes down to remove the water...i smile thinking of how this soap will serve others in the Home...the lowly slaves will use it in the Kitchen to clean dishes...the Free Women will use it to wash their faces and this girl will use it to wash the Free Men when they give them a bath
~~i pour the soap into a tray...and lets it set for several days...and then will use a cutting shell to divide the soap into smaller...more usable pieces...when all is done the soap will go into the Supply Closet to be shared with all
~~l see the fire off in the field...and focuses my blue eyes on the flames...knowing i must make it there before i can release the pot...the cool...moist grass is under my bare feet as i walk...and the gentle breeze engulfs my body...easing my task of carrying such a heavy object
~~i make it to the fire and sets the cauldron down...quickly...i am panting...and wipes sweat off my brow...and watches my bosom heave from the laborious task...i close her eyes to rest in a kneeling position...but quickly snaps too fear the scorn of the Guard...soap making is a long process
~~i set the cauldron over the fire and stokethe fire to increase the heat...fearing my kertle may catch fire i hold them back and the crackle of the burning wood sparks snap at her bare feet...i lays a sieve over the cauldron...and takes a bucket of hard wood ash and lays it over the sieve
~~my soft white hands spread the ash over the sieve in an even manner...the ash feels smooth and soft...but yet leaves a black filth over my fingers that will take a long time to scrub clean...she lifts a pitcher of water and pours it over the ash and allows my fingers to flicker in the pouring water to clean some of the dirt off...i hear the trickling of water pouring into the cauldron below
~~the ashes are like tea leaves and the i snicker at the thought of making ash tea...she wants a strong an full bodied color so i repeats the process of taking the water out of the cauldron and re-pouring it over the ash...the ash solution is messy and stains my garment
~~i laugh at the irony of needing the soap i am making to clean the ash marks on my clothing...i run my hand over the muddy ash resting on the sieve and pushes it down to get the darkness into the water...as i press down i feel the ash ooze up between my fingers
~~finally...after several pouring of the ash water...i adds some Bosk tallow and some Sa-Tarna flour to the solution and mixes it till i get a consistency of urt cream cheese...i hold up a vuial of Lavendar oil to add to the harsh smelling soap
~~i inhale the beauty of the flower and hopes this smell will please my Master and Mistress Sascha...the watery ash becomes thick and hard to stir...i look at my arms...and the muscles i am developing from all the hard work i am doing and frowns...fearing it may displease my Master
~~i pull the cauldron off the fire...and let the mixture cool...i mix it to allow it to coagulate and pushes down to remove the water...i smile thinking of how this soap will serve others in the Home...the lowly slaves will use it in the Kitchen to clean dishes...the Free Women will use it to wash their faces and this girl will use it to wash the Free Men when they give them a bath
~~i pour the soap into a tray...and lets it set for several days...and then will use a cutting shell to divide the soap into smaller...more usable pieces...when all is done the soap will go into the Supply Closet to be shared with all
9/4/20 Early morning chores
~~smiling happily as i bounces into the Main Room then out to the Kitchen...sincere little face intent on doing some chores before the day begins i drag out the big tub filling it with water and freshly made lemony soap crystals sprinkling them with gay abandon into the tub full of water swishing them with my hands before running upstairs to the various Chambers dancing in and out as i gathers up armfuls of clothes from the Guards...
~~unceremoniously dumping them all in the tub i drops to my knees shuddering in the coolness of the beautiful morning as i scrub and cleans the soiled garments before changing the water and rinsing them thoroughly ensuring that i had squeezed as much water out of them as i could before dragging the tub down the path to the big line that swings between two sturdy trees...
~~hanging each garment i nods in satisfaction knowing that the warm sun shining above me and radiating everything with its warmth will dry the clothes quickly so that i can fold and put them all away tidily...returning to the Kitchen i selects two wicker baskets and tumbles out to the Gardens...
~~plucking delicate talendar...scarlet flaminium and multi colored dina in one basket i bend and swoops at exquisitely tiny waist inhaling deeply of the scents and aromas of the sweet little Garden before also picking fresh fruit out in the orchid and placing it in the other basket...
~~my sensual soul filled with delight as i places ripe cherries...rosy red larma...ramberries and other fruits of the orchards in her basket returning to the Kitchen and arranging the flowers in vases and placing on the mantel...by the window seat in my Masters Chambers and in Mistress Saschas Chambers before organizing the fruit in baskets on the counter should any Guests require some when they visit...
~~quickly i rush to take a shower and clean up so i can serve my Master his breakfast he was starting to wake when when i took the flowers in and i wish not to disappoint him any...i step into the hot shower and quickly lather up my soft skin with the vanilla soap making sure to scrub extra so i am fully clean wanting to be her best for my Owner...stepping out and drying off i toss the towel into the basket...
~~combs my long silky golden strands and oils up and dabs some perfume in my special spots...i strides into the Kitchen with a smile i give the Kitchen wench...taking up a tray and a platter i chooses a breakfast for my Master...making sure to top it off with a mug of blackwine...i waltzes into the Main Room...just as he seats him self...
~~coming around to his right side i place the tray with his breakfast atop on to the table in front of him i nuzzle up to him gloating in the strength his body displays my soft ample breasts mesh to his rough right arm and i purrs "your Breakfast my Master...your pet prays that it forfills your hunger needs for the morning and that your pet forfills your lustful needs"
i think oO(oooo did i just say that???)
~~unceremoniously dumping them all in the tub i drops to my knees shuddering in the coolness of the beautiful morning as i scrub and cleans the soiled garments before changing the water and rinsing them thoroughly ensuring that i had squeezed as much water out of them as i could before dragging the tub down the path to the big line that swings between two sturdy trees...
~~hanging each garment i nods in satisfaction knowing that the warm sun shining above me and radiating everything with its warmth will dry the clothes quickly so that i can fold and put them all away tidily...returning to the Kitchen i selects two wicker baskets and tumbles out to the Gardens...
~~plucking delicate talendar...scarlet flaminium and multi colored dina in one basket i bend and swoops at exquisitely tiny waist inhaling deeply of the scents and aromas of the sweet little Garden before also picking fresh fruit out in the orchid and placing it in the other basket...
~~my sensual soul filled with delight as i places ripe cherries...rosy red larma...ramberries and other fruits of the orchards in her basket returning to the Kitchen and arranging the flowers in vases and placing on the mantel...by the window seat in my Masters Chambers and in Mistress Saschas Chambers before organizing the fruit in baskets on the counter should any Guests require some when they visit...
~~quickly i rush to take a shower and clean up so i can serve my Master his breakfast he was starting to wake when when i took the flowers in and i wish not to disappoint him any...i step into the hot shower and quickly lather up my soft skin with the vanilla soap making sure to scrub extra so i am fully clean wanting to be her best for my Owner...stepping out and drying off i toss the towel into the basket...
~~combs my long silky golden strands and oils up and dabs some perfume in my special spots...i strides into the Kitchen with a smile i give the Kitchen wench...taking up a tray and a platter i chooses a breakfast for my Master...making sure to top it off with a mug of blackwine...i waltzes into the Main Room...just as he seats him self...
~~coming around to his right side i place the tray with his breakfast atop on to the table in front of him i nuzzle up to him gloating in the strength his body displays my soft ample breasts mesh to his rough right arm and i purrs "your Breakfast my Master...your pet prays that it forfills your hunger needs for the morning and that your pet forfills your lustful needs"
i think oO(oooo did i just say that???)
9/3/20 Lunch is served
~~i check on the bread that has been cooking for some time now...i was trying something new cooking bread in clay mugs makes for tiny loaves...seeing they are done i take them out setting to counter to cool...
~~in mean time i go into the Cold Room to see how the desert i made is setting up...it look marvelous...knowing my Masters sweet tooth will enjoy...i giggle to nyself knowing that i will please him...i take out the huge shark steak i had chilling...then exits the Cold Room setting the steak on a plate near the stove...
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~~to the Pantry i slide and chooses some lil suls...the butter...and some of the summer squash...to the work bench i goes...takes the suls and squash and washes them setting the suls them in a pot covers them in a water bath then to the flame they are rested to boil...she puts a few pats of butter and salt in the pot along with them...
~~she cuts the ends off the summer squash tossing them to the slop bucket for the sleen...then cuts thin slices adds them to a frying pan with butter salt pepper a a litttle bit of water...sets to stove over the flame not to high just enough to soften the squash i go gets an onion and dices it up adding to the pan with the squash...as it begins to cook i put a lid on it...
~~the shark steak i salt and pepper each side and squeezes some tospit juice upon on then sets to the grill and sears one side then the next...letting it rest to a platter...i spoon some of the summer squash on to the platter as well...the platter with the food i places on a tray...she takes the pot with the suls and places them in a hot skillet melts butter upon then to the serving tray with the small skillet i lay it..
~~to the Cold Room once again i take with me a huge tankard and taps the Ale barrel and fills the vessel full with a white foam head...on the way out of the Cold Room she grasps a chocolate bowl of pudding and sets the Ale and the pudding to the tray along with the rest of the meal...
~~last but not least the mug bread i remove the bread out of the mug and cuts thin slices and toasts them adding them to a small plate with some butter...smiling as i see the creation of Lunch on the tray to which i had made and knows my Master just has to be pleased...he always like new things not the same ole same ole i clean my mess up quickly so i can serve...
~~i goes and washes up and combs my hair letting it flow naturally behind me...heightens the kirtle upon my hips just so some nakedness is seen while moving through the Main Room of the Citadel to serve and tempt my Master not only of his lunch but also for the lil bond that serves him...
~~i finish up primping myself...and strides to the counter...releases the tray from its resting spot on the counter and lifts twirling around to face the entrance of the Main Room then my beauty graces the Main Room as i enter snaking my way through the tables and benches up to my Master seat
my blue eyes focused upon his broad smile...
~~i set the tray down in front of him as i approached him on his right side...my left knee resting upon the arm of his chair my kirtle showing much soft tender skin...i lean towards him and whispers softly into his ear "your lunch my Master may it satisfy your hunger need as it has satisfied your girl to serve a strong healthy man such as yourself" a small kiss to his earlobe i place as i awaits his reply my left hand massages his strong neck muscles as i do with a bright smile to please...
~~in mean time i go into the Cold Room to see how the desert i made is setting up...it look marvelous...knowing my Masters sweet tooth will enjoy...i giggle to nyself knowing that i will please him...i take out the huge shark steak i had chilling...then exits the Cold Room setting the steak on a plate near the stove...
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~~to the Pantry i slide and chooses some lil suls...the butter...and some of the summer squash...to the work bench i goes...takes the suls and squash and washes them setting the suls them in a pot covers them in a water bath then to the flame they are rested to boil...she puts a few pats of butter and salt in the pot along with them...
~~she cuts the ends off the summer squash tossing them to the slop bucket for the sleen...then cuts thin slices adds them to a frying pan with butter salt pepper a a litttle bit of water...sets to stove over the flame not to high just enough to soften the squash i go gets an onion and dices it up adding to the pan with the squash...as it begins to cook i put a lid on it...
~~the shark steak i salt and pepper each side and squeezes some tospit juice upon on then sets to the grill and sears one side then the next...letting it rest to a platter...i spoon some of the summer squash on to the platter as well...the platter with the food i places on a tray...she takes the pot with the suls and places them in a hot skillet melts butter upon then to the serving tray with the small skillet i lay it..
~~to the Cold Room once again i take with me a huge tankard and taps the Ale barrel and fills the vessel full with a white foam head...on the way out of the Cold Room she grasps a chocolate bowl of pudding and sets the Ale and the pudding to the tray along with the rest of the meal...
~~last but not least the mug bread i remove the bread out of the mug and cuts thin slices and toasts them adding them to a small plate with some butter...smiling as i see the creation of Lunch on the tray to which i had made and knows my Master just has to be pleased...he always like new things not the same ole same ole i clean my mess up quickly so i can serve...
~~i goes and washes up and combs my hair letting it flow naturally behind me...heightens the kirtle upon my hips just so some nakedness is seen while moving through the Main Room of the Citadel to serve and tempt my Master not only of his lunch but also for the lil bond that serves him...
~~i finish up primping myself...and strides to the counter...releases the tray from its resting spot on the counter and lifts twirling around to face the entrance of the Main Room then my beauty graces the Main Room as i enter snaking my way through the tables and benches up to my Master seat
my blue eyes focused upon his broad smile...
~~i set the tray down in front of him as i approached him on his right side...my left knee resting upon the arm of his chair my kirtle showing much soft tender skin...i lean towards him and whispers softly into his ear "your lunch my Master may it satisfy your hunger need as it has satisfied your girl to serve a strong healthy man such as yourself" a small kiss to his earlobe i place as i awaits his reply my left hand massages his strong neck muscles as i do with a bright smile to please...
9/3/20 Breakfast-Blackwine-Meats-Cheese Fruit-Mending
~~i walk into the Garden where my Master was going over the books of the Home and i see him checking to make sure all is going as planned i bring him his breakfast for violet told me she saw him go into the Garden...i set the table up that he is sitting by and i announce "Good Morning my Master i pray you slept well i bring you your breakfast so you will begin your day on the right foot your such a busy man and i would love for you to stay healthy so you can continue to guide me and educate me in the way you like to be pleased" i take a kneel next to him and i lay my head in his lap looking up to him with a smile on my face i adore him and it shows in my eyes and in my service to him
~~when he has finished breakfast ...he motions me gone so he can continue his work...i collect the dishes on the tray and i look to him so i can have his image burned into my brain for the day...i sashay back to the Kitchen and i wash up the dishes i used for his Breakfast...i then collects what is needed to be done for the day...picks up three copper kettles for the blackwine...takes the beans that have already been prepared and pours each package into each of the copper kettles
~~moves over to the water pump and fills each copper kettle full...taking to pots one at a time under the crook of my arm my little feet patter over to the fire pit and places the pots on them so they may heat up and be ready for the Free when they wake up Breakfast is always a busy time for the brew wants to make sure there is enough to go around
~~pads my way thru the Kitchen after washing my hands and reaches the Cold Room...opens that dreaded heavy door...the cold bitter air running through the kirtle sending chills up and down my spine as i enter my skin crawls with chill bumps...grabs several containers of left over Bosk meat and Verr and Bosk Cheese and several containers of Fruits that the Free enjoy...steps out of the Cold Room with my arms full closes the door with my heel and makes my way to the work table
~~sets the containers down...takes the huge hunk of Bosk meat out of the containers...takes a small cutting stone and begins to cut the meat making sure all the fat is off saving them for the Sleen and Tarsk till the meat is edible for the Free and small enough so they do not choke on it...cuts some into slices in case they wish for a sandwich then places the meat back in their containers
~~then takes the containers of Fruit...Dates...Ramberries...the Larmas...the Citrus and walks over to the pump and pumps water on them so they are nice and fresh....i take a platter and wipes it clean with a rep cloth making it shine places the fresh Fruit onto the platter arranging it all nice and neat
~~ takes the containers of Cheese and cuts them into dices...small enough for the Free to pop them into their mouths and not choke on them...cutting enough to last a good bit...places the cut Cheese into the containers and fills them full and closes the containers... sets down the cutting stone and takes all the containers into her arms and walks over to the Cold Room
~~bending over i open the door...feels the cold air running up the kirtle once again and walk into the Cold Room and places the containers back where they belong then spins on my heels and steps out of the Cold Room closing the door with a bump of my hip and leans back all tuckered out...thinks oO(what to do next??hummm)
~~"oh yeah" i say out loud as i rush to the Laundry Room and gather a sewing kit and the OutRiders clothes i take them to the Main Room with me and sit by the fire to mend the tares the Laundry wench sure got them spotless...i thread a needle and tie it off i count 4 tares 2 in pants and 2 in shirt...i get started humming as i go i know the Free Man will be glad to get back to work my Master said he can go today
~~in andout the needle marries the frabic together to where you would not even know the fabric had been touched...i guess it could of been worse but glad that it wasn't...i tie the 1st mend off..and thread another tending quickly but precisely i watch as other Free come out of their Chambers and in to eat Breakfast the dancing girls are happy to assist in serving them i smile as each one passes nodding my good morning to them
~~i finish and i take the clothes sewing basket to the Laundry Room i put the kit away and i iron the shirt and pants...i go to the Kitchen and fetch a tray with 2 fried Vulo Eggs 2 Tarsk Bacon Toast Juice and some of the fresh brewed Blackwine with a fork and knife and along with the clothes and the tray i take it to the patient in the Small Treatment Room to which i serve the OutRider letting him know my Master says he can go Home today...he is happy i set his clothes at the end of the bed and tell him my Master said he could go Home today
~~when he has finished breakfast ...he motions me gone so he can continue his work...i collect the dishes on the tray and i look to him so i can have his image burned into my brain for the day...i sashay back to the Kitchen and i wash up the dishes i used for his Breakfast...i then collects what is needed to be done for the day...picks up three copper kettles for the blackwine...takes the beans that have already been prepared and pours each package into each of the copper kettles
~~moves over to the water pump and fills each copper kettle full...taking to pots one at a time under the crook of my arm my little feet patter over to the fire pit and places the pots on them so they may heat up and be ready for the Free when they wake up Breakfast is always a busy time for the brew wants to make sure there is enough to go around
~~pads my way thru the Kitchen after washing my hands and reaches the Cold Room...opens that dreaded heavy door...the cold bitter air running through the kirtle sending chills up and down my spine as i enter my skin crawls with chill bumps...grabs several containers of left over Bosk meat and Verr and Bosk Cheese and several containers of Fruits that the Free enjoy...steps out of the Cold Room with my arms full closes the door with my heel and makes my way to the work table
~~sets the containers down...takes the huge hunk of Bosk meat out of the containers...takes a small cutting stone and begins to cut the meat making sure all the fat is off saving them for the Sleen and Tarsk till the meat is edible for the Free and small enough so they do not choke on it...cuts some into slices in case they wish for a sandwich then places the meat back in their containers
~~then takes the containers of Fruit...Dates...Ramberries...the Larmas...the Citrus and walks over to the pump and pumps water on them so they are nice and fresh....i take a platter and wipes it clean with a rep cloth making it shine places the fresh Fruit onto the platter arranging it all nice and neat
~~ takes the containers of Cheese and cuts them into dices...small enough for the Free to pop them into their mouths and not choke on them...cutting enough to last a good bit...places the cut Cheese into the containers and fills them full and closes the containers... sets down the cutting stone and takes all the containers into her arms and walks over to the Cold Room
~~bending over i open the door...feels the cold air running up the kirtle once again and walk into the Cold Room and places the containers back where they belong then spins on my heels and steps out of the Cold Room closing the door with a bump of my hip and leans back all tuckered out...thinks oO(what to do next??hummm)
~~"oh yeah" i say out loud as i rush to the Laundry Room and gather a sewing kit and the OutRiders clothes i take them to the Main Room with me and sit by the fire to mend the tares the Laundry wench sure got them spotless...i thread a needle and tie it off i count 4 tares 2 in pants and 2 in shirt...i get started humming as i go i know the Free Man will be glad to get back to work my Master said he can go today
~~in andout the needle marries the frabic together to where you would not even know the fabric had been touched...i guess it could of been worse but glad that it wasn't...i tie the 1st mend off..and thread another tending quickly but precisely i watch as other Free come out of their Chambers and in to eat Breakfast the dancing girls are happy to assist in serving them i smile as each one passes nodding my good morning to them
~~i finish and i take the clothes sewing basket to the Laundry Room i put the kit away and i iron the shirt and pants...i go to the Kitchen and fetch a tray with 2 fried Vulo Eggs 2 Tarsk Bacon Toast Juice and some of the fresh brewed Blackwine with a fork and knife and along with the clothes and the tray i take it to the patient in the Small Treatment Room to which i serve the OutRider letting him know my Master says he can go Home today...he is happy i set his clothes at the end of the bed and tell him my Master said he could go Home today
8/9/2/20 Larma Treats
[06:26p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ hums softly as i slip from the gates long before sunset...i moves down along the path with basket in hand as i head on down to the fire circle i wanted to surprise my Master and the other Free...with fresh larma treats
[06:27p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ like i used to make when i was younger...the wind from the river blew in between the lands...sending the scent of evenng and salt as i approaches the large larma tree
[06:29p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ smiling seeing how fresh and ripe they are as i move to the closest branch...humming to myself as i pick them...inspecting each larma making sure none were bruised...as i place them within the basket...gazing up one in a while to see a fishing boats with Free Men passing by i smile and wave to them before continuing my task
[06:31p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ when the basket was full...smiling with pride i picks it up and carries the treasure back up to the Citadel..heading towards the Kitchen...i believe i would wash and set several out for any desires to have them while they rest i prepare to make the tarts and baked larma treats
[06:34p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ whistling why i work...i places the washed fruit in a blue pretty painted bowl and sets them to the counter where the Fee could help their self at their discretion...pulling out pie pans i butters them then places the already prepared pie crust then the cut up fruit and some i makes a lattice topping and others i places in a spiral design and others open face on oblong pastry
[06:35p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ the Kitchen smells good of the baking pies...several Free Men just had to look in to just watch me the lil bond in action...testing the fruit i left on the counter...soon i lays out the pies on the counter to cool...knowing the Free Men could not wait to taste what they had been smelling
[06:36p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ smiles after i clean up my mess and then goes out to the Main Room ...watching the dancing girls entertain the Patrons...eyes roaming the Room for my Master for i know he loves larma pie and i can't wait to serve him some
9/2/20 Taking care of Patient Small Treatmenet Room--my Master Chambers cleaned
~~last night was sure an eventful one with having to help out the OutRider Gus...my Master did a great job fixing him up...i walk into the Small Treatment Room with a tray of food for the patient...i also laid out a set of new sheets and bedding...i offer out the food to him and he eats quickly i say "you sure are hungry" he grunts and keeps shoveling the food in...he drinks the blackwine then settles back rubbing his belly
~~i ask him how he is feeling this morning...he says "Full and like a Kailla had stomped me...Thank you girl you are kind to see to me" i ask him would he like me to give him fresh sheets i could help him sit in the chair as i so say he nods...i come near to him and ducks under his left arm and i straighten up and he leans on me and we take the small steps to the chair temporary...i tell him i will harta so he can lay back again
~~i strip the bed and add them to the Laundry basket that i tossed last nights dirty clothes in and sheets and cloths...i quickly fit the sheet to the bed and the top sheet i make hospital corners...the fluffy blanket i spread on nicely and fold all back so he can enter once again..i case the pillow and i fluff it...then i help him back in bed...and i go around and make the other beds up and i tidy up a little more from last night
~~i go and open the drapes to allow the sun to warm the room some not too much and i prop open the window for the fresh air to bring the scents of nature to the room...i look over his scratches and stitches to see what progress and the salve did its hickey i know now he now is just is sore from the fall and the rolling downwards to the barbed wire...i ask him does he need anything else and he waves his hand..i pour him a glass of water and i leave him
~~i pickup the basket and i head to the Laundry....the Laundry wench was just beginning her work there...i tell her the set of clothes in the bundle is that of the patient and they will need some mending if she wishes i will mend them just to set them aside once washed and dried she nods...i hurry back down the Hall and enters my Masters Chambers and strips the bedding then in to Mistress Saschas Chambers i stop quickly i see it has been tended to it looks great and smells great...well isn't that nice it is great having another slave to help out with the chores around here i smile greatly and shut the door
~~i take the dirty bedding to the Laundry Room to add to the rest..i run into the 4 new dancing girls and tell them today is Laundry day and be sure to bring their bedding to the wench and get new sheets and clean their kennels...for the Kennel Master will be looking for it to be done i choose a set of bedding and i make my way to my Masters Cambers the broom and dustpan and damp mop are awaiting me to use them..i set the bedding on the chair out side in the Hall
~~i take up the broom and enter my Masters Chambers...i open the drapes and pushes the window open wide...the fresh air is divine as is the sunshine i watch as smaiam is chancing a bird..him hopping up trying to swat it..i go around the room dusting and putting things away where they belong the fire has not been lit i guess he and i keep the room warm enough as we move around in the furs...lol
~~from the far end of the room i sweep i even get up under the bed...all the dirty and dust i feed to the dust pan...then i make my Master Bed up the fitted sheet so tight and the top mimics the fitted...the duvet accents the room just right i fluff the pillows after casing them and i step back and look and i am pleased...i give a quick damp mop and back out of the Room closing the door leaving the fresh air and sunshine to finish the job
~~i take the broom mop dustpan and Laundry basket down the Hall to the Kitchen and the Supply Room where i prop the broom in the corner i wash out the mop and leaves it to dry and the dustpan i empty and marries it to the broom then the Laundry Basket i place in the Laundry Room... i know i must look a fright with all the cleaning i had been doing this morning
~~the Dancing girls all are running around doing some chores after they clean their kennels i smile knowing my Master picked 4 great girls jade told me she has been practicing a dance and would love to perform it if she could...i tell her i will tell my Master and we both gather a fluffy towel new silks and soap...we toss our dirty silks to the Laundry Room and both of us head to the Waters Edge to bathe to get ready for the Lunch crew to come...we giggle all the way..i think oO(i think it was nice of Master to bring 4 new slave girls to help me and tessa out around here and we never will be lonely we need some girl bonding around here)
~~i ask him how he is feeling this morning...he says "Full and like a Kailla had stomped me...Thank you girl you are kind to see to me" i ask him would he like me to give him fresh sheets i could help him sit in the chair as i so say he nods...i come near to him and ducks under his left arm and i straighten up and he leans on me and we take the small steps to the chair temporary...i tell him i will harta so he can lay back again
~~i strip the bed and add them to the Laundry basket that i tossed last nights dirty clothes in and sheets and cloths...i quickly fit the sheet to the bed and the top sheet i make hospital corners...the fluffy blanket i spread on nicely and fold all back so he can enter once again..i case the pillow and i fluff it...then i help him back in bed...and i go around and make the other beds up and i tidy up a little more from last night
~~i go and open the drapes to allow the sun to warm the room some not too much and i prop open the window for the fresh air to bring the scents of nature to the room...i look over his scratches and stitches to see what progress and the salve did its hickey i know now he now is just is sore from the fall and the rolling downwards to the barbed wire...i ask him does he need anything else and he waves his hand..i pour him a glass of water and i leave him
~~i pickup the basket and i head to the Laundry....the Laundry wench was just beginning her work there...i tell her the set of clothes in the bundle is that of the patient and they will need some mending if she wishes i will mend them just to set them aside once washed and dried she nods...i hurry back down the Hall and enters my Masters Chambers and strips the bedding then in to Mistress Saschas Chambers i stop quickly i see it has been tended to it looks great and smells great...well isn't that nice it is great having another slave to help out with the chores around here i smile greatly and shut the door
~~i take the dirty bedding to the Laundry Room to add to the rest..i run into the 4 new dancing girls and tell them today is Laundry day and be sure to bring their bedding to the wench and get new sheets and clean their kennels...for the Kennel Master will be looking for it to be done i choose a set of bedding and i make my way to my Masters Cambers the broom and dustpan and damp mop are awaiting me to use them..i set the bedding on the chair out side in the Hall
~~i take up the broom and enter my Masters Chambers...i open the drapes and pushes the window open wide...the fresh air is divine as is the sunshine i watch as smaiam is chancing a bird..him hopping up trying to swat it..i go around the room dusting and putting things away where they belong the fire has not been lit i guess he and i keep the room warm enough as we move around in the furs...lol
~~from the far end of the room i sweep i even get up under the bed...all the dirty and dust i feed to the dust pan...then i make my Master Bed up the fitted sheet so tight and the top mimics the fitted...the duvet accents the room just right i fluff the pillows after casing them and i step back and look and i am pleased...i give a quick damp mop and back out of the Room closing the door leaving the fresh air and sunshine to finish the job
~~i take the broom mop dustpan and Laundry basket down the Hall to the Kitchen and the Supply Room where i prop the broom in the corner i wash out the mop and leaves it to dry and the dustpan i empty and marries it to the broom then the Laundry Basket i place in the Laundry Room... i know i must look a fright with all the cleaning i had been doing this morning
~~the Dancing girls all are running around doing some chores after they clean their kennels i smile knowing my Master picked 4 great girls jade told me she has been practicing a dance and would love to perform it if she could...i tell her i will tell my Master and we both gather a fluffy towel new silks and soap...we toss our dirty silks to the Laundry Room and both of us head to the Waters Edge to bathe to get ready for the Lunch crew to come...we giggle all the way..i think oO(i think it was nice of Master to bring 4 new slave girls to help me and tessa out around here and we never will be lonely we need some girl bonding around here)
9/1/20 dyes fabric--oil hinges--Emergancy!!!!
~~i step back from the loom and stretches my back...gathering the fabric from the bottom...i examine it measuring the length and checking the selvage edges a pleased grins creeps onto my face and i begin to remove the fabric from the loom...tying all of the threads ends so they don’t unravel...i ball up the fabric and walks out to the Supply Shed to collect a bucket laying the fabric down
~~i drag the empty bucket to the Waters Edge and goes back to pull the bucket of berries i had been collecting over the past month i had marked them with a big red X because they were not safe for eating and she feared Hall Guard not knowing the foods very well...would eat them
~~i was sure that my Master would be displeased if i poisoned one of the Guards...scooping bucket by bucket i heat water from the river over the outside fire and fills the barrel dumping all of the berries into the barrel...she uses a cleaned stick to stir and smash the berries causing their color to leach into the warm water
~i dip the corner of the fabric into the barrel and pulls it out to examine it...smiling i see the bright red hue on the fabric and carefully places the entire length of fabric into dye bath...i stir and poke at the fabric gently with the stick making sure the dye covers all of the fabric
~nce satisfied that the fabric is completely saturated...she places a lid on the barrel and wanders off to finish her chores knowing soon it will be Lunch time and my Master will be hungry for he is off hunting this morning with a few of the OutRiders...i sashays my hips quickly so to get my chores done in time i head to the Kitchen
~~taking up a leather thong from inside the junk drawer in the Kitchen i quickly finger comb long tresses i pull sunset gold into a leash licking down my pale back to the soft rise of my tushie...full hips swaying as small feet carry me across the wooden floor satisfied that she does not look a fright she heads to the bath to wash up some
~~taking in hand fulls of the fresh water i wash my face and rinses my mouth and with a giggle turns out of the bathroom and pads to the Store Room a soft smile on pink lips "gonna oil hinges...gonna grease em up good" the song softly lilts from me as i take up the clay container of rendered kailiauk fat and a stiff pair of Verr bladder gloves from the shelf in the Storage Closet
~~wrinkling golden brow as i eye the gloves...with deft movement i take up the metal container with the long spout for the tharlarian oil and pours a bit onto the gloves working them swiftly with nimble fingers to loosen them pulling the gloves on after setting the tharlarion oil back on the shelf i busy myself to the task at hand...turning and gulping realizing it's the tall doors to and in the Citadel that need to be greased
~~pulling and struggling with well muscled arms the heavy chair relents its place beside the wall and with loud scrapping sounds is placed by the enormous door to the Main Room lithe as a larl i climb atop the chair small feet resting on the curved arms...freckled knees resting against the door i reaches s-t-r-e-t-c-h my long frame as far as it will go and barely has the top most hinge within fingertips touch
~~working swiftly and praying under her breath the whole time that no one come by to startle me i grease up the top most hinge breathing a sigh of relief that none saw me i continue to the ones closer in reach pushing the chair back to its place i blow the fringe of hair from my forehead and wanders down the Hall...the soft light of the candles and various oil lamps leading the way to each door
~~nimble fingers work the rendered fat along each metal seam...the hinge gleaming under my careful touch...opening each door slightly working the fat further along the metal before once again shutting it with care humming softly as small feet carry me through out the Home in a large circle around twisty Halls each set of hinges receiving a bit of grease each door being checked
~~pausing to roll freckled shoulders back i realizes i am back at the storage closet...the task done my heart light knowing that my Master will be pleased not having to tug on doors so strongly now wiping excess fat from gloves with soft clean rep i set all back carefully on the shelf and turning with a lilt to my step i wanders off to the Kitchen to see what else needs tending too
~~just then a commotion in the Main Hall lit up the Citadel with confusion my Master and a few other men carring in one of the OutRiders...who looks a bloody mess...my Master Barking orders to get the man to the Small Treatment Room to be tended to the others talking loud asking the OutRider to stay awake...i just stand by and watch
((to be continued))
9/1/20
continued from this morning
[08:00p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ standing out of the way of my Master and the OutRiders as they try and help the other Outrider...one telling his to stay awake the Outriders face a bloody mess if anyone can help him i know my Master Can
[08:00p] Bâsħîr¤PĦ¥¤ÇPؤÀdm points to the treatment room
[08:00p] Bâsħîr¤PĦ¥¤ÇPؤÀdm : Take him there
[08:01p] Bâsħîr¤PĦ¥¤ÇPؤÀdm motions to the slave
[08:01p] Bâsħîr¤PĦ¥¤ÇPؤÀdm : Show them where the treatment room is
[08:04p] Bâsħîr¤PĦ¥¤ÇPؤÀdm goes to the basin to wash my hands
[08:04p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ : OUTRIDER #1 "Okay Bashir...come you all get him to the Treatment room down the Hall we follow the lil slave as she leads the way...we place him on the gurney as the girl lights the room up with candles and lamps "Hang in there Gus Bashir will get you fixed up just stay awake"
[08:04p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ i go around the room making sure they got pleanty of light and i hold a dry towel for my Master to dry his hands on
[08:05p] Bâsħîr¤PĦ¥¤ÇPؤÀdm takes the towel and dries my hands off, then steps into the treatment room
[08:06p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ : OUTRIDER#1.."Bashir do you think he will be okay...he sure does look mangled up"
[08:06p] Bâsħîr¤PĦ¥¤ÇPؤÀdm : I don't know what happened, I was riding up front
[08:10p] Bâsħîr¤PĦ¥¤ÇPؤÀdm : Did he fall off his kaiila?
[08:11p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ : OUTRIDER #1 "Gus took a nasty fall over the cliff as one of the wild bores stepped out of know where spooking his Kaiila and he tumbled down the embankment right into some barbwire
[08:13p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ : OUTRIDER #1 "he looks like he was in a feline fight the wire cut him up nasty...he was lucky i heard him moan or he would not be here"
[08:14p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ i turn my head from one Free Man to another as i hear the story...
[08:14p] Bâsħîr¤PĦ¥¤ÇPؤÀdm : Where's the barbed wire?
[08:15p] Bâsħîr¤PĦ¥¤ÇPؤÀdm : Or did someone take it off of him already?
[08:16p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ : OUTRIDER #1 "Well it sure is not here...it was at the end of his tumble down the embankment it is what stopped him cutting him up very badly...hey! stay awake Gus you can't go to sleep"
[08:17p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ : Master...ahhh he is bleeding pretty badly his leg face arms chest
[08:18p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ : some pretty deep if i say so myself...i believe these Men saved this Mans life
[08:18p] Bâsħîr¤PĦ¥¤ÇPؤÀdm goes to the cabinet and takes out a suturer kit, then proceeds to stitch up everything I can see
[08:21p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ i dab the stitches with some paga to sanitize the sores..i wipe a good bit of the Mans face seeing only a few scratches...i look to my Master as he works on the man
[08:22p] Bâsħîr¤PĦ¥¤ÇPؤÀdm swats the paga away
[08:22p] Bâsħîr¤PĦ¥¤ÇPؤÀdm : No paga
[08:23p] Bâsħîr¤PĦ¥¤ÇPؤÀdm : clean them with water
[08:23p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ : yes Master
[08:24p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ i fill a bowl with warm water and take a fresh cloth and dabs at the Mans sores...i watch as my Master tends to his wounds on his leg it looks pretty deep
[08:26p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ i go fetch a nice robe for the Man to put on after he is treated so he can relax in from the Laundry Room i know he will be in some pain...i lay it to the chair till needed i watch...
[08:26p] Bâsħîr¤PĦ¥¤ÇPؤÀdm satisfied with the stitching, I take a tin from my tunic and hands it to my girl
[08:26p] Bâsħîr¤PĦ¥¤ÇPؤÀdm : Healing salve, a gift from the PK's
[08:26p] Bâsħîr¤PĦ¥¤ÇPؤÀdm : Apply it in small amounts over the cuts
[08:27p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ i look to the tin and i nod my head knowing what he is talking about...
[08:27p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ : yes Master
[08:29p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ i take the tin and i open it i scoop a bit to my hand and close the tin back laying it to the table i carefully dab my finger in and scoop a little on my finger and i softly apply it to the sores that my Master stitched up and a few of the scratches as well knowing all will heal in do time
[08:31p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ a little goes a long way i hand the tin back to my Master so he knows exactly where it is when he needs it
[08:32p] Bâsħîr¤PĦ¥¤ÇPؤÀdm takes it and put it back inmy pocket, going back to the cabinet where I have the restorative broth brewing
[08:33p] Bâsħîr¤PĦ¥¤ÇPؤÀdm takes a small cup and fills it about half way
[08:35p] Bâsħîr¤PĦ¥¤ÇPؤÀdm turn back to "Gus" and has him sip a bit of the brew
[08:36p] Bâsħîr¤PĦ¥¤ÇPؤÀdm : Gotta watch out for them boar
[08:39p] Bâsħîr¤PĦ¥¤ÇPؤÀdm gives him a bit more to drink then allows him to rest, stepping back to the counter to set the cup down
[08:39p] Bâsħîr¤PĦ¥¤ÇPؤÀdm : He'll be fine
[08:39p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ i giggle to myself as i clean up all the bloody cloths and i hand the patient the fresh Robe for his clothes are in dire need of repair...i clean up the area as well
[08:39p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ : i am so glad that you are treating him Master...he has always been kind to me when he is around
[08:40p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ i smile to the Man and the other OutRiders
[08:41p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ : OUTRIDER#1 "lets get our drink on Gus is going to be just fine...hip hip hooray!!"
[08:42p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ : beside the haul you brought in here to get healed did you all have favor in the woods while hunting??? Master
[08:43p] Bâsħîr¤PĦ¥¤ÇPؤÀdm : The men were certainly enjoying themselves
[08:44p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ : OUTRIDERS ALL we go out to the Main Room and order a round of drinks as the dancing girls serve us in more ways then you can think
[08:44p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ : that is always good Master i am happy you enjoy your time out in nature becoming one with the land
[08:45p] Bâsħîr¤PĦ¥¤ÇPؤÀdm : Father Nature, that's me
[08:46p] Bâsħîr¤PĦ¥¤ÇPؤÀdm grins
[08:49p] dreamer¤B¤ÇPØ i pull the drapes shut i keep the window a tad open i blow out the candles and leaving one lamp lit i cover up OutRider Gus...i take a new cloth and i wet it and i wash my Masters face and arms i toss all the cloths and the Mans clothes in the Laundry basket i will see to in the morning i take my Masters hand gently and persuades him to walk with me down the Hall to the Main Room to join the others
8/31/20 i tell a story to my Master
~~i kneels in front of my Master a little off to his right...i had just served him his Lunch and he was now relaxing with a blackwine to unwind the busy morning...he asss me to tell him a story...i smile and adjusts my kneel and i begin after clearing my throat...
the story goes like this....
~~the Luna Jerag (sisters of the moons) began with a violent confrontation in the notorious tribe called the Verus Var...this tribe was the home of the finest bows in Gor...but they were harsh... unforgiving...and savage...Mars...the eventual founder of the Lunas...and the Var En got in an argument about a kajira...and the other Var gunned her down and pulled her to the outskirts of their territory...as she limped off...Mars vowed that she would never again be in a tribe that would turn on its own sisters...
~~In the Var...Mars had been a scout...and knew Gor territory well...she knew of a dense swamp...one that males would never enter...in a land called Terra de Luna...this land was the home of a large and aggressive Outlaw clan named the Askari...once...long ago...Mars had rescued the Askari matriarch from being capped...and she negotiated a peace treaty and made the decision to form a new tribe...one that was different than those that came before...the tribe would be founded on the concept of sisterhood...and loyalty to each other...
~~Mars persuaded a core group of Panthers who were close to her to come on this venture...Zarah... Katana...Terr...Eclair...Kit...and Shi courageously left their tribes and homes and followed Mars into the swamp...the swamp proved to be an excellent home...discouraging males from entering...and offering escape routes if a large raid materialized...
~~the nature of the tribe attracted positive attention...and numbers quickly grew...soon...the Lunas started leaving the swamp and going out on raids...they learned more about the swamp...and the nature of the fruits and flowers that grew there...
~~throughout these early times...the Askari...though having a peace treaty with the Luna...were routinely insulting and aggressive...one evening Mars returned home with a small raiding party to find Shi leading a battle against a much larger Askari force...it seems that the Outlaws had finally crossed the line and violence had erupted...however...the battle did not go as the Askari had expected...the battle hardened Lunas wiped the field with their forces and quickly overran their keep...the same thing happened the following night...the Askari were no longer in charge of their own lands...
~~being Males...this situation was not tolerable to them...and they began burning their huts and messing up the swamp anytime we were not around...efforts to calm things down were to no avail... and the decision was made to leave Terra de Luna...
~~ one of the interesting elements of Panther life is that tribes often make friends with the people they raid the most...the Lunas were very fond of raiding the Dijans...with their complex fort and rolling hills...their lands were well known to the Luna...and the existence of the large and dense swamp...also uninhabited...became of great interest...
~~Mars and her officers approached the Dijan leadership about moving to Lake Ias...this idea was embraced by the Dijan...who knew the Luna were honorable and skilled Panthers...so...one moonless night...the Luna took their belongings...got into their canoes...and paddled to Lake Ias...not to raid...but to live...the new swamp was even more beautiful than the old one...and the Dijan were certainly more beautiful than the Askaris...
~~the tribe continued to flourish...and Luna raiding skills were unparalleled...the Luna’s secret was a signaling system...which allowed coordinated movement and attacks...the Lunas nearly always attacked camps with many more defenders than Panthers attacking...however...due to the coordination...and excellent bow skills thanks to training from Niccole and Eclair...they very rarely lost a raid...
~~such success would make any En happy...but Mars had always been a free spirit...scouting suited her far more than leading a large and robust tribe...her sisters saw that she was unhappy and tried to help...and to cheer her up...Mars continued to withdraw...and began to go out on journeys by herself... much to the tribe’s distress...
~~it was in the middle of the night and the tribe was asleep...the swamp was calm and fragrant with summer blossoms...Mars awoke and stepped out into the blazing moonlight...the Crone and the Huntress were both full...as if in a dream...then gathered her bow and few possessions and kissed her sleeping slave girl on the forehead....walking silently to the tied up canoes...she picked the one she had used to go to Terra de Luna so long ago....pushing out into the still...silver water...she sat a moment with her head bowed in thought...then...she picked up her paddle and sailed away...she did not look back....
The End
~~i looked up to see that my Master was napping...with a slight giggle i thought oO(when did he fall asleep) i rises up and plucking a blanket from by the Hearth i quickly coves him up so he may enjoy his slumber...collecting the vessels and to the Kitchen she went to check to see if things were looking good for the evening meal...seting the vessels to be washed
8/31/20 Bath--Cleaned the small Treatment Room
~~i wake up and open the drapes so the sun can warm the Chambers and push the window open so the fresh air will fill the room with it's sweet aroma...i walk to my Masters Office and lets him know his bath will be ready in 5 ehn and i waddle out the Room and go to the Bathing Room and gets all ready to give him a bath...he come in and i join him in the bath a intimate way to start the day off...i bathe him then we both get out and get dresses i tell him his breakfast will be waiting on him and i skidded on out to the Kitchen
~~i plate him up what has been offered to gather...i pour him a glass of juice and a cup of blackwine..2 Vulo eggs fried...fried Tarsk Bacon... 2 slices of Toast and a few pieces of Bosk Steak i bring hi breakfast to the table and i kneel by his place and i await while he eats..i say "Master i pray your day will go quickly and that you smile when you think of me today" he nods...promptly after his departure i begin my chores...it had been quite peaceful in the lands...the sound of nature all about...the gentle waters of the river flowing as usual
~~taking up a bucket of water from the well...i put in a scrubbing brush and some wash cloths...my tiny feet padded the warm ground as i made my way to the Small Treatment Room...the door had been locked from the outside so i entered the Treatment Room from the Hall like always...with no hesitation i began opening up the windows and doors so that fresh air may circulate the Room
~~i then carried on to dusting the shelves and whipping down all surfaces...the sound of water splashing and moving could be heard as i worked...making sure not to miss a corner of every room...Mistress Sascha sure keeps her work area clean...guess she has to treating with medicine always need to be sanitized thus the smell of Paga
~~i changed the sheets of the bedding,...tossing the other out that it may be done in Laundry... pulled the bucket close and began scrubbing the floors...it had been important that this Room be cleaned thoroughly as so many illnesses cross paths here...i continu to every corner...cleaning and scrubbing...my back being stretched every now and then...once completed i whipped my hair back and took a long sigh
~~i carried out the dirty water...throwing it onto the grass and turned about going into the forest to fetch wood for the fires...i returned now setting the logs at the back door of the Treatment Room doing a final survey of the Room....i gasp as i had forgotten to replace the vase with fresh flowers...running off and returning with back with a fresh bouquet...then i take the bucket and rinses it clean and replaces the bucket to the Supply Room
~~i had now thoroughly cleaned and freshened the Small Treatment Room...i smiled lifts up the linen and the cloths and then skipping back up towards the Laundry Room to tend to the Breakfast needs of the Free who liked to sleep in enters the Kitchen deposits the bedding in the Laundry
~~washes my hands then goes to brush my hair and put on my silk for the days serving in the Main Room i wash my hands once more looking my best i twirl around and grabs a tray of biscuits and waltzes them to the Main Room to replenish the empty baskets on the tables...i do so with a smile
8/30/20 4 new dancing girls (NPC)
~~it was a busy night at the Citadel two ships came into Port and the Men were hungry and ready for some female companionship ((if you know what i means)) thankfully while i was cooking some of the girls made up the rooms we had heard the ships were coming and a good airing out and fresh linen would be needed….my Master asked me to make sure we had excellent music…dancing girls…and food and enough Paga and Ale…took me a few ehn to process what he was asking but in the end i agreed
~~i looked over the girls who were already working and i never saw any of them dancing…well dance good anyway but could do chores and serve drink and food Oo(hummm…one of the ships that came in had a few captured slave girl) i thought then nodded…i asked my Master if he wanted girls who actually knew how to dance and could he purchase about four good looking girls from one of the two ships that came in…i heard some captured slaves were among them…he agreed that the Home needed a new change in slaves and he soon left he went to the docks and looked about
~~i went to work getting things ready in the Home for tonight crowd knowing the Men would be wanting more of what they tasted last night…i went around collecting all the used candles and replaced them with new the same as the oil lamps….i opened the windows….knowing the Main Room would be heating up as the girls danced checking the fireplace to see if it would need restocking…i restocked the wood box as the flames were still bright…me lighting some dried Jasmin to rid the Main Room of alcohol and dirty men smell ((lol)) and pulled from the store room a trunk of dancing silks
~~down by the docks my Master was ready to bid on about four girls knowing i could train them in dancing if they knew not how to and even have them help around cleaning…he looked the girls about going over each one making sure his purchase would benefit the Home he owned…he picked the four girls naming each one red opal violet jade then had his men brand them with his seal COP
~~he lead the girls who followed in perfect heeling they were happy to be getting off the ship and being taken care of by such a handsome man…Master as they called him easily…they arrived at the Home and he turned them over to me after saying what each ones name...looked them over and smiled thinking Oo(i could handle this task)…i welcomed each girl and asked which girls could dance only one spoke up that was coral…i nodded my head and said to the others "you will be taught by me and would learn fast for the Home is in dire need of dancing girls"
~~i showed the girls to where they would be sleeping in the kennels and to a trunk with some clothes inside for work and for dance…they were all excited…i ask them have they eaten…they all shook their head no…and i took them to the Kitchen for their breakfast handing each girl a tray with toast scrambled Vulo eggs and a strip of Tarsk meat and cup of Bosk milk...not the usual slave gruel (the girls need to keep their strength up since they will be working hard and dancing)...i joined them also as they ate breakfast…they ate quickly and cleaned up their mess...
~~i asked the girls to go put on a dancing outfit and return to the Main Room...swiftly eager to learn they did as i asked of them ...and returned to the Main part of the Citadel i began teaching the girls how to dance their first lesson...showed them arm movements...stance...hip rolls..each one was mimicking me...i knew by the end of the week they will know how to dance…a smile planted to my plump lips...
~~i looked over the girls who were already working and i never saw any of them dancing…well dance good anyway but could do chores and serve drink and food Oo(hummm…one of the ships that came in had a few captured slave girl) i thought then nodded…i asked my Master if he wanted girls who actually knew how to dance and could he purchase about four good looking girls from one of the two ships that came in…i heard some captured slaves were among them…he agreed that the Home needed a new change in slaves and he soon left he went to the docks and looked about
~~i went to work getting things ready in the Home for tonight crowd knowing the Men would be wanting more of what they tasted last night…i went around collecting all the used candles and replaced them with new the same as the oil lamps….i opened the windows….knowing the Main Room would be heating up as the girls danced checking the fireplace to see if it would need restocking…i restocked the wood box as the flames were still bright…me lighting some dried Jasmin to rid the Main Room of alcohol and dirty men smell ((lol)) and pulled from the store room a trunk of dancing silks
~~down by the docks my Master was ready to bid on about four girls knowing i could train them in dancing if they knew not how to and even have them help around cleaning…he looked the girls about going over each one making sure his purchase would benefit the Home he owned…he picked the four girls naming each one red opal violet jade then had his men brand them with his seal COP
~~he lead the girls who followed in perfect heeling they were happy to be getting off the ship and being taken care of by such a handsome man…Master as they called him easily…they arrived at the Home and he turned them over to me after saying what each ones name...looked them over and smiled thinking Oo(i could handle this task)…i welcomed each girl and asked which girls could dance only one spoke up that was coral…i nodded my head and said to the others "you will be taught by me and would learn fast for the Home is in dire need of dancing girls"
~~i showed the girls to where they would be sleeping in the kennels and to a trunk with some clothes inside for work and for dance…they were all excited…i ask them have they eaten…they all shook their head no…and i took them to the Kitchen for their breakfast handing each girl a tray with toast scrambled Vulo eggs and a strip of Tarsk meat and cup of Bosk milk...not the usual slave gruel (the girls need to keep their strength up since they will be working hard and dancing)...i joined them also as they ate breakfast…they ate quickly and cleaned up their mess...
~~i asked the girls to go put on a dancing outfit and return to the Main Room...swiftly eager to learn they did as i asked of them ...and returned to the Main part of the Citadel i began teaching the girls how to dance their first lesson...showed them arm movements...stance...hip rolls..each one was mimicking me...i knew by the end of the week they will know how to dance…a smile planted to my plump lips...
8/29/20 Fishing for my Masters Lunch
~~as the sun peaks in the Kitchen window...i finish up the chores of the Home and gathers the basket and rod from the corner...stepping out into the Yard i see my Master working cutting wood for the Home with the thralls...he turns and regards her as i move my lithe form toward him “I am going to fish at the Inlet...Master...unless you need something else from me...the Home chores are done” i speak...my voice carrying a smile “Be gone with ya...girl” he states...swatting me on the behind and winking at her “Be back in time to feed me lunch...I will be famished by then”
~~jumping and squealing at his playful assault...i laugh “as you wish Master” i head off over the bridge into the woods that lead to the Inlet...i emerge from the woods at the edge of the lake behind Master Migels'(NPC) Home...several of his girls are busy about the Ka-la-na trees and tending to the animals...i wave and yell “Tal” to the busy kijaras...i am greeted with smiles and welcomes in returns
~~making my way to the Water Edge i set the basket down and pulls from it a crock...pulling a wadded piece of linen from the mouth of the jar i stick my fingers in feeling around for one of the items inside...biting my tongue as i wiggle my fingers about finally grasping a slimy fat worm and plucking it from the jar
~~holding up dirty fingers i examine the bait and satisfied...sets the jar down lifting the line of my fishing pole...careful not to prick my finger on the sharp hook...i impale the wriggling worm on the end and checks to make sure it is secure
~~i let the line drop and dangle from the end of the pole...hoisting the pole and the line i give it a flick and deftly flings the hook and worm into the water oO(A good cast) i thinks to myself...the cork piece on the line bobs up and down on the calm water...giving the rod a few sharp tugs i let the bait settle and waits
~~the warm sun shines on my skin...i look at my arms noting how much darker my skin had gotten since coming to live in the City of Port Olni...i snicker to myself realizing that i worn much less then i had my entire life and marvels at that fact oO(she had grown accustomed to the kirtles...and now dancing silks she were so comfortable that if i had known this much earlier...i would thrown herself in the bond circle much sooner...thankfully he bought her from the slave auction in Snagnar and she did not have to do that..but would of if she had met him sooner) that thought makes her laugh out loud...glad she is with her Master now and dresses the way he prefers
~~i am pulled from my thoughts by a tug on the line...i give it a sharp jerk feeling the hook snag its victim and i pull the line in...dropping the rod and grasping the line hand over hand pulling it to the shore....yanking the fish onto the shore...its silvery body flopping on the bank...i holds it down with one hand and removes the hook with the other...i pick it up and looks it over oO(a good catch) i think as i drop it in the basket...i fish another worm from the clay jar and repeats the process for the next ahn...looking at her haul for the day...4 large fish and a random bag her hook snagged...i am pleased
~~i hoist the basket on my back and slings the fishing rod into the slot i had sewn in for carrying it and heads back towards the Citadel i hand the catch of the day to the thrall that helps around the Home sometimes...i ask him..."clean and gut these fish and bring them to the Kitchen lay them on the counter i will cook them for Master Bashir for Lunch" i turn to put the fishing gear away..i quickly grab a bar of soap and a towel heading to the Hot Springs to bathe...
(no one wants a slave that serves them smell fishy)
~~jumping and squealing at his playful assault...i laugh “as you wish Master” i head off over the bridge into the woods that lead to the Inlet...i emerge from the woods at the edge of the lake behind Master Migels'(NPC) Home...several of his girls are busy about the Ka-la-na trees and tending to the animals...i wave and yell “Tal” to the busy kijaras...i am greeted with smiles and welcomes in returns
~~making my way to the Water Edge i set the basket down and pulls from it a crock...pulling a wadded piece of linen from the mouth of the jar i stick my fingers in feeling around for one of the items inside...biting my tongue as i wiggle my fingers about finally grasping a slimy fat worm and plucking it from the jar
~~holding up dirty fingers i examine the bait and satisfied...sets the jar down lifting the line of my fishing pole...careful not to prick my finger on the sharp hook...i impale the wriggling worm on the end and checks to make sure it is secure
~~i let the line drop and dangle from the end of the pole...hoisting the pole and the line i give it a flick and deftly flings the hook and worm into the water oO(A good cast) i thinks to myself...the cork piece on the line bobs up and down on the calm water...giving the rod a few sharp tugs i let the bait settle and waits
~~the warm sun shines on my skin...i look at my arms noting how much darker my skin had gotten since coming to live in the City of Port Olni...i snicker to myself realizing that i worn much less then i had my entire life and marvels at that fact oO(she had grown accustomed to the kirtles...and now dancing silks she were so comfortable that if i had known this much earlier...i would thrown herself in the bond circle much sooner...thankfully he bought her from the slave auction in Snagnar and she did not have to do that..but would of if she had met him sooner) that thought makes her laugh out loud...glad she is with her Master now and dresses the way he prefers
~~i am pulled from my thoughts by a tug on the line...i give it a sharp jerk feeling the hook snag its victim and i pull the line in...dropping the rod and grasping the line hand over hand pulling it to the shore....yanking the fish onto the shore...its silvery body flopping on the bank...i holds it down with one hand and removes the hook with the other...i pick it up and looks it over oO(a good catch) i think as i drop it in the basket...i fish another worm from the clay jar and repeats the process for the next ahn...looking at her haul for the day...4 large fish and a random bag her hook snagged...i am pleased
~~i hoist the basket on my back and slings the fishing rod into the slot i had sewn in for carrying it and heads back towards the Citadel i hand the catch of the day to the thrall that helps around the Home sometimes...i ask him..."clean and gut these fish and bring them to the Kitchen lay them on the counter i will cook them for Master Bashir for Lunch" i turn to put the fishing gear away..i quickly grab a bar of soap and a towel heading to the Hot Springs to bathe...
(no one wants a slave that serves them smell fishy)
8/28/20 Restocking the Kitchen/Dinner
~~the softness of my skin still bearing the calmness of sleep as i drift into the Kitchen and rakes at my mass of wayward curls to bring them to some soft of order...the calm wonderment of deep blue eyes gaze about the magnificent Kitchen as i seek out a scrap of rence paper and writing tool
~~a gentle smile blossoming on near angelic features as i...drift about the Kitchen scratching symbols of supplies i note need tending...the silence in the Home unheeded as she focuses on my Master and the needs for his consumption...silken hair drifting over her nakedness as i turn this way and that...bending and crouching...the flex of muscles awakening my skin as i peek to sacks...baskets and racks
~~finally slipping to the Cold Room...shivering in the caress of nature's chilled breath...nipples aching in the tightened response to the chill...the chill climbing up warm inner thighs as the writing tools scratches whispers onto the paper...backing out...my tight bottom leaning into the counter as the sparkle of escape twinkles in gypsy blue eyes
~~paper in my delicate grip i slip out into the sunlight...standing but a ehn in the upward tip of her face to the sun...gentle breeze catching my curls in a wispy dance on sun kissed flesh as i move for the back of the Supply Closet taken out the little wooden wagon dragging it tenderly into the sun...the discarded piece of tethered wood scraps dragged Home...washed and oiled and banged into shape...a delicate hand closing on the handle as she gazes about the beautiful grounds
~~flexing thighs carry my gait forth...my little wagon plodding along obediently...flinging open the door to gaze in on the well stocked shelves of the Storage Shed as the sunlight creeps into the dimmed light...setting to task...moving through the stock to gather and set bottles and sacks to wagon...Sa-Tarna grain...rice...a sack of sul...eight bottles of Ka-la-na...canters around i spot the tins of cherished beans
~~gathering one she clutches it close for a ehn and adds it to the wagon...the wagon bursting at the seams as i giggle and turns for the Kitchen...storing all where they belong...a warm excitement filling me as i turn back to search for the orchard
~~dashing off for the Storage Shed wielding an empty basket...the fluid race of slave muscle through soft breezes flushing my skin to the kiss of the sunlight...handle clutched i spot my destiny and wagon and slave move through the grasses to gather some fruit
~~blue eyes alive in the scents and color of wild dina...the larma and plum trees rich for the plucking...pit fruit begging to be taken...my height a boon as i climb into the wagon to s-t-r-e-t-c-h yet higher for plumper treats...the bark scraping my breasts as branches catch my hair...climbing down...clinging to a larma...rolling it gently in my hands as a wistful gaze turns back hoping my Master might come Home early
~~the basket taking on weight...turning for the succulent bushes riding along the border of the trees...dropping to ny knees i begin to collect ramberries...sucking at her bottom lip as my mouth begins to water...settling them to the center of my treasured tree fruit...sucking gently at the juice on my fingers as i gaze to the sun to seek out the time
~~jumping up i turn for the Waters Edge trickling its calling song on its journey...hefting the basket in a tiny groan the cool rushing water climbing her legs as she drifts into the water and lowers the basket...slowly i twirl...the fruit washed in her demand for nothing but sweet perfection...lingering but a ehn as i drag up the basket in a rushing trickle of cool water down belly and thighs...gasping in my clutch...returning to the wagon...the fruit ready for my Masters touch as she turns back to the Citadel
~~retrieving her now damp list from the wagon...giggling at my folly...stopping at the Storage Shed to gather a satchel for dates and nuts...my wondering curiosity still alive to know the yard as i spot a trap door and hesitates...delicate fingers clutch the pull rope...i yank and yelps as a rush of icy breath crashes into my nakedness...squealing with delight that my Master has yet another Cold Room dropping the door i break into a laugh...shaking my head in a wonder at what i thought might have been stored beneath the floor
~~still looking about...peeking into tins of spice and sugars...my eyes twinkling as i find the tins of chocolate...thinking oO(of him closing his mouth on a chocolate dipped ramberry)heart pounding in the vision...adding the tin to the wagon i grabs a bunch of carrots and turns back for the Kitchen...the fruit stored to cool...the nuts...dates...and chocolate racked...escaping yet again...slave and wagon turn for the woods with her egg basket and list
~~not particularly enjoying the smelly squawking beasts...slipping into their wild nests feathers tickling my skin as the birds take off...my basket filled with the eggs that are needed...gazing gently at the ugly birds as i steal their labors as all here serve my Master...backing away...shaking feathers from my hair...turning to the Dairy Shed i gather the bucket of fresh milk always set daily for gathering
~~taking a hunk of both Verr and Bosk cheese..sniffing at the wrapped pungency...shivering in gratitude that i need not tend the ugly beasts which produce such wonders for my Masters palette as i add the cheese to wagon and slowly peeks about...knowing it is here somewhere in the Storage Shed
~~her nose curling to not so pleasant scents...spotting what might be it...she moves in the soft grace of my natural sway...dragging the door slowly as a rush of cold grips me in the scents of chilled blood
~~eyes wide as she winces at the carcass suspended from its hook...backing away from it as i turn to a shelf to gather a large roast...the cold bloody meat sending a tremor down my spine...even the flesh of beasts such as these exist for the service of such as my Master...laying the roast in rence paper...turning away quickly in the shove of ass to door...dashing to escape as i hear a Bosk gated somewhere nearby
~~standing to warm in the sunlight...my delicate hand reaching for the handle of my wagon...turning back for the Kitchen...aqua eyes fixed on the Home as my empty hand reaches up to gently touch the personal collar on my neck...storing the rest of the treasures...the meat skewed and hung to spit...fuel tossed to flame...turning for the Wash Room to bathe i gently washes myself in deep thoughts of my Masters Dinner
~~after my bath i go to the Kitchen to tends to my Masters Dinner i carve a few slices of roast that was cooking on the spit...i get up a platter of mixed vegetables a hunk of bread...a glass of blackberry tospit iced tea...and a slice tospit pie...i take my Masters Dinner to his table and carefully sets it down...then takes my place on the right side of his seat and kneels awaiting to be of service...a deep sigh of relief of all the work i got done today
~~a gentle smile blossoming on near angelic features as i...drift about the Kitchen scratching symbols of supplies i note need tending...the silence in the Home unheeded as she focuses on my Master and the needs for his consumption...silken hair drifting over her nakedness as i turn this way and that...bending and crouching...the flex of muscles awakening my skin as i peek to sacks...baskets and racks
~~finally slipping to the Cold Room...shivering in the caress of nature's chilled breath...nipples aching in the tightened response to the chill...the chill climbing up warm inner thighs as the writing tools scratches whispers onto the paper...backing out...my tight bottom leaning into the counter as the sparkle of escape twinkles in gypsy blue eyes
~~paper in my delicate grip i slip out into the sunlight...standing but a ehn in the upward tip of her face to the sun...gentle breeze catching my curls in a wispy dance on sun kissed flesh as i move for the back of the Supply Closet taken out the little wooden wagon dragging it tenderly into the sun...the discarded piece of tethered wood scraps dragged Home...washed and oiled and banged into shape...a delicate hand closing on the handle as she gazes about the beautiful grounds
~~flexing thighs carry my gait forth...my little wagon plodding along obediently...flinging open the door to gaze in on the well stocked shelves of the Storage Shed as the sunlight creeps into the dimmed light...setting to task...moving through the stock to gather and set bottles and sacks to wagon...Sa-Tarna grain...rice...a sack of sul...eight bottles of Ka-la-na...canters around i spot the tins of cherished beans
~~gathering one she clutches it close for a ehn and adds it to the wagon...the wagon bursting at the seams as i giggle and turns for the Kitchen...storing all where they belong...a warm excitement filling me as i turn back to search for the orchard
~~dashing off for the Storage Shed wielding an empty basket...the fluid race of slave muscle through soft breezes flushing my skin to the kiss of the sunlight...handle clutched i spot my destiny and wagon and slave move through the grasses to gather some fruit
~~blue eyes alive in the scents and color of wild dina...the larma and plum trees rich for the plucking...pit fruit begging to be taken...my height a boon as i climb into the wagon to s-t-r-e-t-c-h yet higher for plumper treats...the bark scraping my breasts as branches catch my hair...climbing down...clinging to a larma...rolling it gently in my hands as a wistful gaze turns back hoping my Master might come Home early
~~the basket taking on weight...turning for the succulent bushes riding along the border of the trees...dropping to ny knees i begin to collect ramberries...sucking at her bottom lip as my mouth begins to water...settling them to the center of my treasured tree fruit...sucking gently at the juice on my fingers as i gaze to the sun to seek out the time
~~jumping up i turn for the Waters Edge trickling its calling song on its journey...hefting the basket in a tiny groan the cool rushing water climbing her legs as she drifts into the water and lowers the basket...slowly i twirl...the fruit washed in her demand for nothing but sweet perfection...lingering but a ehn as i drag up the basket in a rushing trickle of cool water down belly and thighs...gasping in my clutch...returning to the wagon...the fruit ready for my Masters touch as she turns back to the Citadel
~~retrieving her now damp list from the wagon...giggling at my folly...stopping at the Storage Shed to gather a satchel for dates and nuts...my wondering curiosity still alive to know the yard as i spot a trap door and hesitates...delicate fingers clutch the pull rope...i yank and yelps as a rush of icy breath crashes into my nakedness...squealing with delight that my Master has yet another Cold Room dropping the door i break into a laugh...shaking my head in a wonder at what i thought might have been stored beneath the floor
~~still looking about...peeking into tins of spice and sugars...my eyes twinkling as i find the tins of chocolate...thinking oO(of him closing his mouth on a chocolate dipped ramberry)heart pounding in the vision...adding the tin to the wagon i grabs a bunch of carrots and turns back for the Kitchen...the fruit stored to cool...the nuts...dates...and chocolate racked...escaping yet again...slave and wagon turn for the woods with her egg basket and list
~~not particularly enjoying the smelly squawking beasts...slipping into their wild nests feathers tickling my skin as the birds take off...my basket filled with the eggs that are needed...gazing gently at the ugly birds as i steal their labors as all here serve my Master...backing away...shaking feathers from my hair...turning to the Dairy Shed i gather the bucket of fresh milk always set daily for gathering
~~taking a hunk of both Verr and Bosk cheese..sniffing at the wrapped pungency...shivering in gratitude that i need not tend the ugly beasts which produce such wonders for my Masters palette as i add the cheese to wagon and slowly peeks about...knowing it is here somewhere in the Storage Shed
~~her nose curling to not so pleasant scents...spotting what might be it...she moves in the soft grace of my natural sway...dragging the door slowly as a rush of cold grips me in the scents of chilled blood
~~eyes wide as she winces at the carcass suspended from its hook...backing away from it as i turn to a shelf to gather a large roast...the cold bloody meat sending a tremor down my spine...even the flesh of beasts such as these exist for the service of such as my Master...laying the roast in rence paper...turning away quickly in the shove of ass to door...dashing to escape as i hear a Bosk gated somewhere nearby
~~standing to warm in the sunlight...my delicate hand reaching for the handle of my wagon...turning back for the Kitchen...aqua eyes fixed on the Home as my empty hand reaches up to gently touch the personal collar on my neck...storing the rest of the treasures...the meat skewed and hung to spit...fuel tossed to flame...turning for the Wash Room to bathe i gently washes myself in deep thoughts of my Masters Dinner
~~after my bath i go to the Kitchen to tends to my Masters Dinner i carve a few slices of roast that was cooking on the spit...i get up a platter of mixed vegetables a hunk of bread...a glass of blackberry tospit iced tea...and a slice tospit pie...i take my Masters Dinner to his table and carefully sets it down...then takes my place on the right side of his seat and kneels awaiting to be of service...a deep sigh of relief of all the work i got done today
8/27/20 chops wood for the Citadle
~~wakes in the early morning to feel that the temperature of my Masters Chambers has changed...crawling out from underneath my blanket i step onto the chilly floor and shivers lightly...walking over to the window she notices that it had rained over night slips to the fire and adds some wood warming herself a bit before going to the Kitchen
~~ponders oO(will i would stay warm enough while doing my chores) places my work kirtle on and walking over to the board i see that i am in charge of chopping wood for the Citadel “well that should keep girl warm at least” i quips lightly...turning back i notice a small package on the desk...walking over to it...i see that it has my name on it dreamer...wondering what it could be and who would be sending me gifts...i opened it quickly to find a new soft red cape and beside that package a pair of better boots
~~grinning with delight...i pull on the boots and throws the new cape over my shoulders...tying it snugly i walk to the door and opens it...the cool brisk rainy air stings lightly against my face whispering "thank you" to having received the new cape and boots in the nick of time
~~heading to the Shed where the axes where kept i wonder oO(if extra wood will be needed to keep the Citadel warm?) taking the initiative...i decide to chop the additional wood...grabs one of the axes and tests it’s weight...too heavy and i won’t be able to lift it...then another...too light and it won’t cut through the logs
~~after deciding on the right one...i make my way to the woodpile to begin my task...swinging the ax ups flying into the air and falling down to the ground like rain works for a couple of ahn to cut up enough wood to fuel the Main Room and the Kitchen
~~as cold as it is...i am very hot from the intense work out...but as soon as i stops moving...the sweat begins to chill upon my skin...taking my cape...i pull it around me snugly and rubs my arms with the soft fur gathers up an arm load of wood and makes my way to the Kitchen
~~approaches the Kitchen with an arm load of wood...i kneel down to the floor next to the wood pile...bowing over the logs then rises up returns from delivery at the Kitchen and heads back to the pile where i left the ax and piles of wood...i collect the second arm load and makes my way back to the Main Room...the mud from the rain squishing beneath my feet...i think about my Master and wonders oO(is he warm enough today)
~~continues working throughout the day cutting wood and leaving piles inside the Chambers of the Frees and a large pile inside my Master Room and Office also Mistress Sascha and the Small Treatment Room...by the end of the day...i am very cold...tired and hungry however i realizes that my job is not yet complete...after returning the ax back to the shed from wince i found it...i gather up a large sack and heads back to the woods to collect up the wood chips that had fallen after my cuts
~~drops to my knees in the muddy ground and begins to pick up the pieces...brushing off the mud to prevent the wood from getting to wet...i place them into the sack had to stop several times to warm up my hands...by blowing on them because of the cold...i secretly hoped that she got a majority of the chips up...but due to the rainfall and all the mud...i wasn’t going to be sure until after the sun dries the ground
~~finally through...i stand up...brushes the mud off of my knees and lifts the bag into my arms...walking to the Shed...i sets the bag down....looking about...i notices that a large pile of chips had been laid out onto a mat
~~figuring that this was to ensure that the chips would dry out...i look for another mat....finding one in the corner...i lay out the mat and dumps the contents of the bag....i get down onto the ground and spread out the chips to dry...satisfied with the work i head back to the Citadel...i remove my muddy boots and wash them at the well places then to the back porch to dry and into the Kitchen to get some slave gruel and a end piece of bread
~~i take the food and sits by the Kitchen fire to warm up and eat...thinking oO(my Master will be pleased with what i accomplished today) i finishes up eating washes my dish then strides to the Laundry Room takes off the cape and kirtle...and places them to be washed since mud are on both i take a quickly bath and put on a fresh silk back down the Hall to my Master Chambers his fire burning brightly and the Room toasty warm i takes my place to the right foot of his bed and cuffs my ankle wraps up in her little blanket whistles for samiam and falls to sleep like a bug in a rug i was so wore out
~~ponders oO(will i would stay warm enough while doing my chores) places my work kirtle on and walking over to the board i see that i am in charge of chopping wood for the Citadel “well that should keep girl warm at least” i quips lightly...turning back i notice a small package on the desk...walking over to it...i see that it has my name on it dreamer...wondering what it could be and who would be sending me gifts...i opened it quickly to find a new soft red cape and beside that package a pair of better boots
~~grinning with delight...i pull on the boots and throws the new cape over my shoulders...tying it snugly i walk to the door and opens it...the cool brisk rainy air stings lightly against my face whispering "thank you" to having received the new cape and boots in the nick of time
~~heading to the Shed where the axes where kept i wonder oO(if extra wood will be needed to keep the Citadel warm?) taking the initiative...i decide to chop the additional wood...grabs one of the axes and tests it’s weight...too heavy and i won’t be able to lift it...then another...too light and it won’t cut through the logs
~~after deciding on the right one...i make my way to the woodpile to begin my task...swinging the ax ups flying into the air and falling down to the ground like rain works for a couple of ahn to cut up enough wood to fuel the Main Room and the Kitchen
~~as cold as it is...i am very hot from the intense work out...but as soon as i stops moving...the sweat begins to chill upon my skin...taking my cape...i pull it around me snugly and rubs my arms with the soft fur gathers up an arm load of wood and makes my way to the Kitchen
~~approaches the Kitchen with an arm load of wood...i kneel down to the floor next to the wood pile...bowing over the logs then rises up returns from delivery at the Kitchen and heads back to the pile where i left the ax and piles of wood...i collect the second arm load and makes my way back to the Main Room...the mud from the rain squishing beneath my feet...i think about my Master and wonders oO(is he warm enough today)
~~continues working throughout the day cutting wood and leaving piles inside the Chambers of the Frees and a large pile inside my Master Room and Office also Mistress Sascha and the Small Treatment Room...by the end of the day...i am very cold...tired and hungry however i realizes that my job is not yet complete...after returning the ax back to the shed from wince i found it...i gather up a large sack and heads back to the woods to collect up the wood chips that had fallen after my cuts
~~drops to my knees in the muddy ground and begins to pick up the pieces...brushing off the mud to prevent the wood from getting to wet...i place them into the sack had to stop several times to warm up my hands...by blowing on them because of the cold...i secretly hoped that she got a majority of the chips up...but due to the rainfall and all the mud...i wasn’t going to be sure until after the sun dries the ground
~~finally through...i stand up...brushes the mud off of my knees and lifts the bag into my arms...walking to the Shed...i sets the bag down....looking about...i notices that a large pile of chips had been laid out onto a mat
~~figuring that this was to ensure that the chips would dry out...i look for another mat....finding one in the corner...i lay out the mat and dumps the contents of the bag....i get down onto the ground and spread out the chips to dry...satisfied with the work i head back to the Citadel...i remove my muddy boots and wash them at the well places then to the back porch to dry and into the Kitchen to get some slave gruel and a end piece of bread
~~i take the food and sits by the Kitchen fire to warm up and eat...thinking oO(my Master will be pleased with what i accomplished today) i finishes up eating washes my dish then strides to the Laundry Room takes off the cape and kirtle...and places them to be washed since mud are on both i take a quickly bath and put on a fresh silk back down the Hall to my Master Chambers his fire burning brightly and the Room toasty warm i takes my place to the right foot of his bed and cuffs my ankle wraps up in her little blanket whistles for samiam and falls to sleep like a bug in a rug i was so wore out
8/26/20 scrubbing floors/pots and pans/Breakfast
~~wakes up shivering...i crawls around my Master Chambers and moves overs to the hearth adding a few logs on the fire then...s-t-r-e-t-c-h-i-n-g...i yawn and warms myself for a couple of minutes by the fire before opening the heavy wooden door
~~closing it behind me and runs quickly to the Kitchen...the morning being particularly chilling so early...once in the Kitchen my morning routine begins...first lighting a fire then mixing a large pot of Sa-Tarna and Bosk milk...stirring it well and allowing it to boil on the fire
~~when it's ready ladles it into a big bowl taking out some for myself...and sits it on the counter...i pours some fresh Bosk milk and has my breakfast...cleans mess up then afterwards i carry a bucket of hot soapy water and the broom upstairs
~~sweeps and then scrubs the floor dragging the bucket with me as i back down the stairs cleaning each one as i go...downstairs i sets the bucket aside while i gathers up the pots and pans from last night
~~washes and dries and then puts them away...wipes down all the tabletops and counters...cleans the oven and fire pits then sweeps up the dirt and dust...throws it in the grass and gets down on hands and knees to scrub the floor
~~getting up all the footprints making a path through the room...i then sweep off the tile flooring where the tables sit in front of the Kitchen...wipes down the tables and chairs...cleans the brush and bucket and puts them all away
~~relaxing outside before starting the morning meal i inhales deeply the fresh scent of rain in the air and smiles brightly thinking oO(what a wonderful life i have being owned by Master Bashir) back inside the Kitchen i prepares my Masters breakfast
~~closing it behind me and runs quickly to the Kitchen...the morning being particularly chilling so early...once in the Kitchen my morning routine begins...first lighting a fire then mixing a large pot of Sa-Tarna and Bosk milk...stirring it well and allowing it to boil on the fire
~~when it's ready ladles it into a big bowl taking out some for myself...and sits it on the counter...i pours some fresh Bosk milk and has my breakfast...cleans mess up then afterwards i carry a bucket of hot soapy water and the broom upstairs
~~sweeps and then scrubs the floor dragging the bucket with me as i back down the stairs cleaning each one as i go...downstairs i sets the bucket aside while i gathers up the pots and pans from last night
~~washes and dries and then puts them away...wipes down all the tabletops and counters...cleans the oven and fire pits then sweeps up the dirt and dust...throws it in the grass and gets down on hands and knees to scrub the floor
~~getting up all the footprints making a path through the room...i then sweep off the tile flooring where the tables sit in front of the Kitchen...wipes down the tables and chairs...cleans the brush and bucket and puts them all away
~~relaxing outside before starting the morning meal i inhales deeply the fresh scent of rain in the air and smiles brightly thinking oO(what a wonderful life i have being owned by Master Bashir) back inside the Kitchen i prepares my Masters breakfast
8/25/20 grooming painting and serving
~~i spy the Bosk entering the Barn Yard...immediately i go to the Supply Shed filling my arms with the items of grooming...turning on my toes i make my way through the paths of the Yard and Work Shed to the Grooming Area...through the afternoon i clean down the Bosks hair with wire combs and heavy brushing along with a few thralls...the beasts not leaving me before the horns glinted and the hooves shone
~~the hair removed separated for spinning into sacks that i keep at the ready...the nose rings were spit shined and brilliant in the sun as the animals one by one were lead out of Barn Yard and back into the herd out in the meadow...the line of Bosks came and went as i work steadily along with the others
~~ the evening hour upon me...i needed to tend the other half of my chores...i placed up all the grooming items in a small heap out of the way and went on a search for red paint and stick bristled Bosk hair brushes to paint with took me some time but in the back of the Supply Shed i managed to dig out many cans of the stuff...and finding two brushes i laid them on top of the tins and carried them to the 3 Supply Wagons that Master Jasper (NPC) required to move supplies back and forth from ship to Citadel
~~beginning with the 1st wagon i popped the lids and stirred the contents neatly and quietly i worked painting carefully the areas that were supposed to be redecorated with a bright new coat...dipping the brush within the green paint i drew the brush over the length of the wagon...until every nook and cranny was completely covered...even the inner edging of the planks were coated i made sure to inquire if this had been done correctly
~~when it was all painted i moved on to the next i paint blue...and the next i painted brown taking care to paint all three just as they should be i worked through to get as much done as i could...the paint bucket empty and my arms and hands dashed with paint layers...i cleaned up the brushes and disposed of the empty tin taking the remaining one back to the Supply Shed
~~i washes up at the Waters Edge scrubbing free the paint from my supple skin...i saw a deer drinking the water...i dried myself off and i headed back to tend to the Bosk some more...back to grooming the Bosk me on hand and knees i shone up the dirt hooves to let the black shine through...the horns washed and dried...rubbed into a glossy look with clean clothes...the wire comb pulled through the hairs and the burs and grasses removed...those bits tossed to the fire close by the layers of hair...separated from soft to fine and heavy over coat into the bags
~~~i did not count the numbers merely worked through each beast as if they were my first one sending them on their way when complete...the darkness came quickly and i cleaned up my work area with quickness...the brushes and such restored to their proper place the bags of hair she took with her to the Citadel and with carding paddles and a drop spindle i went and washed my hands my garment kinda clean i spent the rest of the early evening working out in the Yard the varying types of wool into skeins for washing and dying...my attention to my work i listened to the chatter among the wild animals smiling softly as i worked persistent to do as much as i could to get things done
~~when finished knowing my Master would be late for Dinner..i was relived so i could get another proper bath then get his Dinner ready for him...i grab a towel and some soap and makes my way to the tub area and steps inside her little body soar and tired of bending and shinning...and the painting...i pray my Master will note the hard work i was doing to keep his Home running smoothly...i soaked for a bit before exiting and drying off and my hair i combs till it is shinny almost as the Bosk rings...she giggles
~~prancing to the Kitchen i take up a tray thankful some one else had Dinner prepared since i was busy out tending to the Wagons and the Bosk...a platter and utensils and napkin i places to the tray...looking at all the lovely smelling food i served up a plate of the roasted mustard Vulo with some whole Kort and diced roasted sul...the platter looked delicious...a smile forms on my cherry colored lips..knowing my Master would enjoy this
~~some Butter and Bread and a poached Pear with Walnuts and my Masters Tankard with Ale...all decorated the tray for my Master...i lift the tray and sashays my perk lil ass into the Main Room and sets the tray where he can easily access it...i hears the familiar boot falls of my Master...i quickly get in my place to the right of his chair...kneeling with thighs open for his enjoyment...back straight breasted perched up and out hands resting palms up on her silky thighs...tiny golden head bowed and awaits to be called upon in silence
~~the hair removed separated for spinning into sacks that i keep at the ready...the nose rings were spit shined and brilliant in the sun as the animals one by one were lead out of Barn Yard and back into the herd out in the meadow...the line of Bosks came and went as i work steadily along with the others
~~ the evening hour upon me...i needed to tend the other half of my chores...i placed up all the grooming items in a small heap out of the way and went on a search for red paint and stick bristled Bosk hair brushes to paint with took me some time but in the back of the Supply Shed i managed to dig out many cans of the stuff...and finding two brushes i laid them on top of the tins and carried them to the 3 Supply Wagons that Master Jasper (NPC) required to move supplies back and forth from ship to Citadel
~~beginning with the 1st wagon i popped the lids and stirred the contents neatly and quietly i worked painting carefully the areas that were supposed to be redecorated with a bright new coat...dipping the brush within the green paint i drew the brush over the length of the wagon...until every nook and cranny was completely covered...even the inner edging of the planks were coated i made sure to inquire if this had been done correctly
~~when it was all painted i moved on to the next i paint blue...and the next i painted brown taking care to paint all three just as they should be i worked through to get as much done as i could...the paint bucket empty and my arms and hands dashed with paint layers...i cleaned up the brushes and disposed of the empty tin taking the remaining one back to the Supply Shed
~~i washes up at the Waters Edge scrubbing free the paint from my supple skin...i saw a deer drinking the water...i dried myself off and i headed back to tend to the Bosk some more...back to grooming the Bosk me on hand and knees i shone up the dirt hooves to let the black shine through...the horns washed and dried...rubbed into a glossy look with clean clothes...the wire comb pulled through the hairs and the burs and grasses removed...those bits tossed to the fire close by the layers of hair...separated from soft to fine and heavy over coat into the bags
~~~i did not count the numbers merely worked through each beast as if they were my first one sending them on their way when complete...the darkness came quickly and i cleaned up my work area with quickness...the brushes and such restored to their proper place the bags of hair she took with her to the Citadel and with carding paddles and a drop spindle i went and washed my hands my garment kinda clean i spent the rest of the early evening working out in the Yard the varying types of wool into skeins for washing and dying...my attention to my work i listened to the chatter among the wild animals smiling softly as i worked persistent to do as much as i could to get things done
~~when finished knowing my Master would be late for Dinner..i was relived so i could get another proper bath then get his Dinner ready for him...i grab a towel and some soap and makes my way to the tub area and steps inside her little body soar and tired of bending and shinning...and the painting...i pray my Master will note the hard work i was doing to keep his Home running smoothly...i soaked for a bit before exiting and drying off and my hair i combs till it is shinny almost as the Bosk rings...she giggles
~~prancing to the Kitchen i take up a tray thankful some one else had Dinner prepared since i was busy out tending to the Wagons and the Bosk...a platter and utensils and napkin i places to the tray...looking at all the lovely smelling food i served up a plate of the roasted mustard Vulo with some whole Kort and diced roasted sul...the platter looked delicious...a smile forms on my cherry colored lips..knowing my Master would enjoy this
~~some Butter and Bread and a poached Pear with Walnuts and my Masters Tankard with Ale...all decorated the tray for my Master...i lift the tray and sashays my perk lil ass into the Main Room and sets the tray where he can easily access it...i hears the familiar boot falls of my Master...i quickly get in my place to the right of his chair...kneeling with thighs open for his enjoyment...back straight breasted perched up and out hands resting palms up on her silky thighs...tiny golden head bowed and awaits to be called upon in silence
8/24/20 polishing my Masters seat
~~i twirled around and darted off...first in one direction and then turning to another...as i moved the hem of my fine silks sneaked up past the sweet spot of my ass...long golden tresses swiped back and forth with each step that i took towards the closet
~~i stopped before the large door and tugged upon it...i slipped inside and stood upon my tippy toes to reach up to turn the wick upon the low flickering lamp up...i watched the chamber began to brighten and the shelves started to show what was upon them...i then searched upon some of them until my blue eyes came to what i was looking for...i gathered up some old rep cloths and then a tin of wood polish...then turned the wick back down low and slipped out of the Supply Closet closing the door behind me
~~i scurried towards my Masters chair and then stopped and slowly padded towards it...my breathing slowed as i started to chew upon the soft pillow of my lower lip...i then neared his great chair and ran a delicate hand along the thick wood surface...i slowly pulled it away from his dais
~~i pushed the lid of the tin upwards and it popped free...setting it aside...i then dipped the edge of one of the rep cloths into the paste...swirling it around and around so that it catches up the thickness of the grease...i turned and starting at the top of the chair...i started to work the cloth across the top of it...then down along the smooth sides... rubbing up and down...making sure not to use to much of the paste...i pushed the cloth between the detailed carvings and softly started to hum to the tune of the song that i had sung earlier this morning making breakfast about a Masters love of his slave
~~i polished up the deep wood grained chair along the sides...and back...the smooth surface drinking the polish as i move along to a new spot...my head tilts from side to side baby blues watching so that i don't miss a spot...continues to softly hum to myself as i work...thoughts of my Master sitting within the giant chair and me on his lap brought a smile to my lips...i started to move down along the arms of the chair...thinking of his huge paws and fingers curling around the thick wood i dipped the cloth into the polish once again and worked it into the wood again and again
~~started up with the soft humming once again and worked along the other arm of the chair i pulled it a bit further away from the table and dipped the cloth into the tin of polish again then worked it along the smooth surface of the seat of the chair...moving the cloth along the grain way curling it over the sides some and then reaching back between the railings
~~i bend down to my knees and pushes my knees apart slightly...resting back upon my heels...i worked the rep cloth over the legs of the chair...making sure to get every spot covered with the polish...wrists twisting and turning along the detailed carvings i set that cloth to the side...and places the lid back onto the tin...gathering up a clean rep cloth she now goes over the chair legs...i grins from ear to ear as the wood instantly starts to shine...picked up the tin and apply a thick coating of the polish to the seat...thinking of the effects of such a deed would be i chewed my lip nervously thinking oO(i pray he does not slide out of his seat) i put my hand to my mouth and giggles a bit at that thought
~~taking up the cloth once again...i work the rest of the polish into the wood...making sure that no residue is left behind...watching the wood turn to a deep dark color as it drinks and regains its glow...i listen to the silence of the Room now and would just hear the snap...crackle and pop of the fire
~~i run the cloth perfectly over every surface of the chair...softly humming to myself as i work...not enjoying the silence of the Room at this time of morning...i wondered where the other girls have gone to...i continue to polish up the chair i worked my way along the back and front and along the arms...i took some extra care in the seat...so that my Master wouldn't slide off
~~finally every inch as been polished...not only once..but twice...i step back away from the giant chair and a huge smile tugged upon my warm lips...i stepped closer to it and ran my finger along the arm...then ran the polishing cloth over it again so not to leave even a finger print upon it and pushed it back towards the dais edge
~~i quickly gathered up the soiled polishing cloths and the ones that i didn't even use...along with the tin of polish...i spun around upon the balls of my small feet and scampered off towards the Supply Closet...the hem of my fine silks tickling her along the tops of my thighs
~~ i open the door of the closet and sets the tin of polish upon the shelf...returning the clean rep cloths to the pile and then tosses the soiled ones into the Laundry basket...i spin around and closes the door quickly...padding off towards the main fires of the Main Room seeing no one i scurries off to the kennels to see whats up
~~i stopped before the large door and tugged upon it...i slipped inside and stood upon my tippy toes to reach up to turn the wick upon the low flickering lamp up...i watched the chamber began to brighten and the shelves started to show what was upon them...i then searched upon some of them until my blue eyes came to what i was looking for...i gathered up some old rep cloths and then a tin of wood polish...then turned the wick back down low and slipped out of the Supply Closet closing the door behind me
~~i scurried towards my Masters chair and then stopped and slowly padded towards it...my breathing slowed as i started to chew upon the soft pillow of my lower lip...i then neared his great chair and ran a delicate hand along the thick wood surface...i slowly pulled it away from his dais
~~i pushed the lid of the tin upwards and it popped free...setting it aside...i then dipped the edge of one of the rep cloths into the paste...swirling it around and around so that it catches up the thickness of the grease...i turned and starting at the top of the chair...i started to work the cloth across the top of it...then down along the smooth sides... rubbing up and down...making sure not to use to much of the paste...i pushed the cloth between the detailed carvings and softly started to hum to the tune of the song that i had sung earlier this morning making breakfast about a Masters love of his slave
~~i polished up the deep wood grained chair along the sides...and back...the smooth surface drinking the polish as i move along to a new spot...my head tilts from side to side baby blues watching so that i don't miss a spot...continues to softly hum to myself as i work...thoughts of my Master sitting within the giant chair and me on his lap brought a smile to my lips...i started to move down along the arms of the chair...thinking of his huge paws and fingers curling around the thick wood i dipped the cloth into the polish once again and worked it into the wood again and again
~~started up with the soft humming once again and worked along the other arm of the chair i pulled it a bit further away from the table and dipped the cloth into the tin of polish again then worked it along the smooth surface of the seat of the chair...moving the cloth along the grain way curling it over the sides some and then reaching back between the railings
~~i bend down to my knees and pushes my knees apart slightly...resting back upon my heels...i worked the rep cloth over the legs of the chair...making sure to get every spot covered with the polish...wrists twisting and turning along the detailed carvings i set that cloth to the side...and places the lid back onto the tin...gathering up a clean rep cloth she now goes over the chair legs...i grins from ear to ear as the wood instantly starts to shine...picked up the tin and apply a thick coating of the polish to the seat...thinking of the effects of such a deed would be i chewed my lip nervously thinking oO(i pray he does not slide out of his seat) i put my hand to my mouth and giggles a bit at that thought
~~taking up the cloth once again...i work the rest of the polish into the wood...making sure that no residue is left behind...watching the wood turn to a deep dark color as it drinks and regains its glow...i listen to the silence of the Room now and would just hear the snap...crackle and pop of the fire
~~i run the cloth perfectly over every surface of the chair...softly humming to myself as i work...not enjoying the silence of the Room at this time of morning...i wondered where the other girls have gone to...i continue to polish up the chair i worked my way along the back and front and along the arms...i took some extra care in the seat...so that my Master wouldn't slide off
~~finally every inch as been polished...not only once..but twice...i step back away from the giant chair and a huge smile tugged upon my warm lips...i stepped closer to it and ran my finger along the arm...then ran the polishing cloth over it again so not to leave even a finger print upon it and pushed it back towards the dais edge
~~i quickly gathered up the soiled polishing cloths and the ones that i didn't even use...along with the tin of polish...i spun around upon the balls of my small feet and scampered off towards the Supply Closet...the hem of my fine silks tickling her along the tops of my thighs
~~ i open the door of the closet and sets the tin of polish upon the shelf...returning the clean rep cloths to the pile and then tosses the soiled ones into the Laundry basket...i spin around and closes the door quickly...padding off towards the main fires of the Main Room seeing no one i scurries off to the kennels to see whats up
8/23/20 Cleaning the Main Room
~~i entered the Main Room...slightly cool it it's scent making known the burned out coal of the fireplace and the cool wooden floors...she shuddered as she put her bag down that had been filled with oils and a cleaning solution...today pi decided that the Main Room needed a good clean up
~~as i poured some oil upon the torches...elegantly yet hastily i made my way to the hearth...removing the ashes and scooping them into a near by bucket....once i had put the chopped wood into the hearth i began to make the fire... blowing it as it slowly grew...once or twice wrinkling my nose in a sneeze
~~i rubbed my hands together as the Room began to heat up...taking a small piece of wood from the fire careful not to burn down the Room..i lit the torches one by one...illuminating the Room...then proceeded into the Supply Room taking up a bucket and filling it with water...after which i added the cleaning solution in now beginning to wipe down the tables...there had been a silent echo of every movement i made...moving about on every table i then wiped down the benches thoroughly
~~the rowdy behavior that can occur in the Main Room some nights can sometimes be reflected upon the tables and benches...and i laughed to myself as i saw a faded footprint on the table oO("Aye") she thought to herself oO (surely a bond had been dancing upon this table to the pleasure of some lucky Master wonder who that was humm) i grinned to myself as i scrubbed away my foot prints of the evidence of a lustful night
~~once the tables and the benches had been cleaned i swept and then scrubbed the floors...the peacefulness so the Main Room had allowed her to gather thoughts and plan her evenings ahead
~~i then gathered the fur rugs and brought them outside...beating them one by one with the old broom stick...once they had been replaced neatly back in the Main Room... threw out the dirty water and replace the bucket into the Supply Room...i kept the doors open for about 5 ahn to allow some fresh breeze to flow in...after which closing the doors and proceeding to the fires to heat up some mead and blackwine
~~my Master and other Free would be home soon from their various tasks and it would be well that they return to warm drink and food...once i filled two pots one with mead and the other with blackwine...i placed them upon the dancing flames to be heated up in the kitchen area
~~i then knelt by the fire as the drinks warmed up...as i knelt there observing them...i pulled out of my back pack within was her Masters ripped shirt and some sewing supplies...there i began to mend the rips as i kept an eye on the warming beverage
~~as i poured some oil upon the torches...elegantly yet hastily i made my way to the hearth...removing the ashes and scooping them into a near by bucket....once i had put the chopped wood into the hearth i began to make the fire... blowing it as it slowly grew...once or twice wrinkling my nose in a sneeze
~~i rubbed my hands together as the Room began to heat up...taking a small piece of wood from the fire careful not to burn down the Room..i lit the torches one by one...illuminating the Room...then proceeded into the Supply Room taking up a bucket and filling it with water...after which i added the cleaning solution in now beginning to wipe down the tables...there had been a silent echo of every movement i made...moving about on every table i then wiped down the benches thoroughly
~~the rowdy behavior that can occur in the Main Room some nights can sometimes be reflected upon the tables and benches...and i laughed to myself as i saw a faded footprint on the table oO("Aye") she thought to herself oO (surely a bond had been dancing upon this table to the pleasure of some lucky Master wonder who that was humm) i grinned to myself as i scrubbed away my foot prints of the evidence of a lustful night
~~once the tables and the benches had been cleaned i swept and then scrubbed the floors...the peacefulness so the Main Room had allowed her to gather thoughts and plan her evenings ahead
~~i then gathered the fur rugs and brought them outside...beating them one by one with the old broom stick...once they had been replaced neatly back in the Main Room... threw out the dirty water and replace the bucket into the Supply Room...i kept the doors open for about 5 ahn to allow some fresh breeze to flow in...after which closing the doors and proceeding to the fires to heat up some mead and blackwine
~~my Master and other Free would be home soon from their various tasks and it would be well that they return to warm drink and food...once i filled two pots one with mead and the other with blackwine...i placed them upon the dancing flames to be heated up in the kitchen area
~~i then knelt by the fire as the drinks warmed up...as i knelt there observing them...i pulled out of my back pack within was her Masters ripped shirt and some sewing supplies...there i began to mend the rips as i kept an eye on the warming beverage
8/23/20 cleaning my Masters whip
~~i take up the newly made whip...smiling as i remember what the weight felt like as it crashed upon my flesh...i am happy my Master had not used it on me but my old one had...the hot bite of the knotted tail...my golden lock mane falls in yellow waves down my supple form as i move over to the fur upon the dais kneeling by my Masters chair
~~settling the whip there before rising and moving swiftly to the closet...opening it with a flick of my slender digits...reaching in and taking out the silver polish and leather soap...motioning to a thrall to fetch me warm water for the soap and taking three clean cloths putting them over my left shoulder
~~padding quietly back over to the dais...my lush hips sway and roll in seductive pleasure...midnight eyes of blue glow brightly...lush lips of deep red are curled upon her bright smile
~~stepping lightly up the stairs i fold down upon my knees..firm ass sinking down upon my heels...my slender spine arches as i bend my head to the task
~~taking the leather soap and pouring a bit into the warm water shooing the thrall away with a shew of my head...i pick up a clean cloth and soaks it in the water...humming softly as i work the leather from the braided handle down to the tail working the knot at the end
~~making the leather supple and smooth...my eyes shine as the leather becomes almost black with the soapy water...my sunny tresses fall over my shoulders and down upon sun kissed thighs...the light pouring through the open windows makes my skin shimmer from the light sheen of sweat
~~i lightly brushes a few stray curls from my eyes and smile warmer remembering his words to me yesterday about we will make the best of our situation and i am not going anywhere...feeling the warmth and joy flooding my very core
~~sighing in deep pleasure as i toss the used cloth into the bowl...motioning with one hand for the thrall to come and empty it and take care of the cloth...turning to the silver polish to bring the studs of silver in the handle into a bright shine
~~as i move up to the handle working the many rivets of silver interwoven into the tight braids of the handle she glances out one of the three big windows that face the Court Yard...smiling as she sees a bright colored bird fly past before landing in a tree outside...hearing its call
~~the silver cleaned i take up the clean dry cloth and drys the whip from the tips of the leather tail...taking extra care on the knot in the tail and the silver in the handle
~~holding the tip of handle with the cloth...draping it over the back of my Master chair next to his prized one... before turning upon the balls of my tiny feet...golden mane flowing around my silken form like a bright banner
~~my blue orbs crystalline and sparkling as i pad back with the cloths and the jars...hips undulating...firm breasts bouncing sending...my tanned flesh ripples with her succulent movements as she tosses the cloths in the Laundry basket made of the bark of the trees
~~~returning the bottles to the closet closing it with my flared hip...i look about the room a ehn...inhaling the myriad of aromas that reach her...the smell of my Master still in the air...and my own scent of vanilla
~~my eyes catch his chair and the memory of earlier sends a hot shiver racing down my spine...then an even brighter smile touches my lips as i remember his words to me about me serving from his lap that knowledge always making my heart soar
~~settling the whip there before rising and moving swiftly to the closet...opening it with a flick of my slender digits...reaching in and taking out the silver polish and leather soap...motioning to a thrall to fetch me warm water for the soap and taking three clean cloths putting them over my left shoulder
~~padding quietly back over to the dais...my lush hips sway and roll in seductive pleasure...midnight eyes of blue glow brightly...lush lips of deep red are curled upon her bright smile
~~stepping lightly up the stairs i fold down upon my knees..firm ass sinking down upon my heels...my slender spine arches as i bend my head to the task
~~taking the leather soap and pouring a bit into the warm water shooing the thrall away with a shew of my head...i pick up a clean cloth and soaks it in the water...humming softly as i work the leather from the braided handle down to the tail working the knot at the end
~~making the leather supple and smooth...my eyes shine as the leather becomes almost black with the soapy water...my sunny tresses fall over my shoulders and down upon sun kissed thighs...the light pouring through the open windows makes my skin shimmer from the light sheen of sweat
~~i lightly brushes a few stray curls from my eyes and smile warmer remembering his words to me yesterday about we will make the best of our situation and i am not going anywhere...feeling the warmth and joy flooding my very core
~~sighing in deep pleasure as i toss the used cloth into the bowl...motioning with one hand for the thrall to come and empty it and take care of the cloth...turning to the silver polish to bring the studs of silver in the handle into a bright shine
~~as i move up to the handle working the many rivets of silver interwoven into the tight braids of the handle she glances out one of the three big windows that face the Court Yard...smiling as she sees a bright colored bird fly past before landing in a tree outside...hearing its call
~~the silver cleaned i take up the clean dry cloth and drys the whip from the tips of the leather tail...taking extra care on the knot in the tail and the silver in the handle
~~holding the tip of handle with the cloth...draping it over the back of my Master chair next to his prized one... before turning upon the balls of my tiny feet...golden mane flowing around my silken form like a bright banner
~~my blue orbs crystalline and sparkling as i pad back with the cloths and the jars...hips undulating...firm breasts bouncing sending...my tanned flesh ripples with her succulent movements as she tosses the cloths in the Laundry basket made of the bark of the trees
~~~returning the bottles to the closet closing it with my flared hip...i look about the room a ehn...inhaling the myriad of aromas that reach her...the smell of my Master still in the air...and my own scent of vanilla
~~my eyes catch his chair and the memory of earlier sends a hot shiver racing down my spine...then an even brighter smile touches my lips as i remember his words to me about me serving from his lap that knowledge always making my heart soar
8/22/20 cleaning the Offices of the Free
~~ walking to the Kitchen i get the broom and dust pan and a few rep cloths and a damp mop and turns on my toes ready now to clean the Office and the small Treatment Room...smiles since my hands are full to the Hall Guard and he motions me on i place the mop and dustpan down and i enter the Office of the Administrator which my Master work out of
~~i go open the shades and pushes the window open so the afternoon air and sunshine could mix together allowing the Office to air out and not be so stuffy...upon my Masters desk are scrolls and books and papers...i try and straighten them up and put them orderly on his desk as i dust so they lay on a clean bed...i wipe his chair down..then go around the room light dusting
~~ i go fetch the broom and start sweeping from the far corner to the door the pile of dirt and dust i let the dust pan eat... i go in and check the oil lamps and candles...so the fireplace seeing all is still good...i day dream just a minute of seeing my Master slumped over his desk with me coming in to distract him while sitting on his lap
~~i shake the dream from my blonde head and i get to damp mopping his Office oh how the floor shines the sun beaning through the window soaks up the moisture leaving slick look...the few papers i find in his garbage i place in my pocket to rid of later...looking about the Office i smile and i know my Master will be pleased...i close the door behind me and takes my supplies to the Treatment Room
~~i place my supplies down out side the Small Treatment Room where Mistress Sascha work in...i open the door and walk over to the window pull the curtains aside and push open the window to allow the fresh air to seep in and the warm sun to lighten the Room..i take to wiping the book shelves and medicine cabinet riding them of the light dust that covers them i have to keep this Room clean for the room has to be for this is wear wounds are treated and the room has to stay clean
~~up on the desk i wipe the top down as i rearrange the books neatly and the papers in order...i also wipe the counter down where the vials are and the buddy burner and all the glass containers some with liquid in them...i reach for the broom out the door and i sweep the room clean feeding the dust pan one more time..then the damp mop shines the floor...looking around seeing that Mistress Sascha should be pleased
~~i shut the door and gather my supplies and head to put them away and empty the dust pan and wash the mop out and toss the dirty rep clothes in the Laundry..i strip my silk off and gathers a small bar of vanilla soap with a fluffy towel and new silk and i whistle for samiam and we both go to the Waters Edge to bathe and soak up what is left of the sun before the 3 moons kiss the sky
~~wanna be clean for my Master when i serve him and i want to please him all the time...the water feels great for the sun has warmed it some making it not chilly cold...float around i watch samiam pouncing bugs on the banks...i wash up then comes to the banks and sits on the big grey rock to dry i roll my hair up in the towel as i shimmy on the new silk...samiam and me take our time coming back to the Citadel...i replace the soap and deposit the towel in the Laundry basket...i turn and i go sit at the window seat in the Main Room awaiting my Master
~~i go open the shades and pushes the window open so the afternoon air and sunshine could mix together allowing the Office to air out and not be so stuffy...upon my Masters desk are scrolls and books and papers...i try and straighten them up and put them orderly on his desk as i dust so they lay on a clean bed...i wipe his chair down..then go around the room light dusting
~~ i go fetch the broom and start sweeping from the far corner to the door the pile of dirt and dust i let the dust pan eat... i go in and check the oil lamps and candles...so the fireplace seeing all is still good...i day dream just a minute of seeing my Master slumped over his desk with me coming in to distract him while sitting on his lap
~~i shake the dream from my blonde head and i get to damp mopping his Office oh how the floor shines the sun beaning through the window soaks up the moisture leaving slick look...the few papers i find in his garbage i place in my pocket to rid of later...looking about the Office i smile and i know my Master will be pleased...i close the door behind me and takes my supplies to the Treatment Room
~~i place my supplies down out side the Small Treatment Room where Mistress Sascha work in...i open the door and walk over to the window pull the curtains aside and push open the window to allow the fresh air to seep in and the warm sun to lighten the Room..i take to wiping the book shelves and medicine cabinet riding them of the light dust that covers them i have to keep this Room clean for the room has to be for this is wear wounds are treated and the room has to stay clean
~~up on the desk i wipe the top down as i rearrange the books neatly and the papers in order...i also wipe the counter down where the vials are and the buddy burner and all the glass containers some with liquid in them...i reach for the broom out the door and i sweep the room clean feeding the dust pan one more time..then the damp mop shines the floor...looking around seeing that Mistress Sascha should be pleased
~~i shut the door and gather my supplies and head to put them away and empty the dust pan and wash the mop out and toss the dirty rep clothes in the Laundry..i strip my silk off and gathers a small bar of vanilla soap with a fluffy towel and new silk and i whistle for samiam and we both go to the Waters Edge to bathe and soak up what is left of the sun before the 3 moons kiss the sky
~~wanna be clean for my Master when i serve him and i want to please him all the time...the water feels great for the sun has warmed it some making it not chilly cold...float around i watch samiam pouncing bugs on the banks...i wash up then comes to the banks and sits on the big grey rock to dry i roll my hair up in the towel as i shimmy on the new silk...samiam and me take our time coming back to the Citadel...i replace the soap and deposit the towel in the Laundry basket...i turn and i go sit at the window seat in the Main Room awaiting my Master
8/22/20 the Wash
~~turns to leave the Free Men to speak...heading to attend my chores i walk with purpose to the Kitchen and into the Laundry Room barely creaking the door open i slip inside and heads to the back...collecting the soiled linen there in a basket...cradling it on my hip
~~slips back through the main doors of the Kitchen and proceeds through the back door down to the wash basin an clothesline deposits the basket of dirty reps into the sudsy water...turning then light steps lead towards the Garden Area i am certain to find more laundry waiting there for us slaves we tend to have our outfits striped from our body at the drop of a hat
~~gathers the soiled cloth in the Garden into a neat heap in the basket...lifting until the basket rest upon left hip leaving my gait short on that side as back through the doors i go out to the washtub...samiam is playing with the bubbles that rise up and out of the tub all i can do is laugh for he is one silly kit
~~deposits all the outfits into the washtub...allowing them to soak an turns hearing the Guard at the door call for her...casting my chore aside for the moment...stepping to the Guard on his right and bowing my golden head he tells her he wishes her to tidy up his Chambers for he wishes to take a nap before Lunch...i softly say i will get to it right away and i leave his side to do so with extra bumps of her hips as i depart
~~back into the Home i climb the stairs to Guards Chambers and enters goes to the fire place and pokes at the embers then adds a few logs so to keep him warm as he naps...i open the window just a tad and draws the drapes...over at his bed i fluff his pillows and straightens out his furs just so...looking about i smile knowing he will be comfortable
~~i toss to the fire a bit of lavender oil so to help the Guard rest the scent is one that is peaceful also it is many of the slaves signature scent so he will think of sexy little hot slaves when he get a whiff...i exit his Chamber and gets back to the wash...the air is fresh and the sun beating down is warm my surroundings are filled with the birds singing and the baas and moos of the beast in the field
~~i begin scrubbing the soiled reps left to soak earlier in the wash tub scrubbing each soundly on the washboard before depositing them clean and damp into a basket i rose seeing them all well scrubbed and one by one lifted form the basket and clipped to the clothesline to dry in afternoon sun i did the same with the slave outfits from the Garden Area...i ran off to go take a shower and get myself ready to serve Lunch...i smiled seeing the Guard entering the Main Room and going upstairs knowing he will have a great nap..now i wonder if i could coax my Master to taking a nap with his pet...thinks oO(all i would have to do is wiggle my sweet ass at him)
~~slips back through the main doors of the Kitchen and proceeds through the back door down to the wash basin an clothesline deposits the basket of dirty reps into the sudsy water...turning then light steps lead towards the Garden Area i am certain to find more laundry waiting there for us slaves we tend to have our outfits striped from our body at the drop of a hat
~~gathers the soiled cloth in the Garden into a neat heap in the basket...lifting until the basket rest upon left hip leaving my gait short on that side as back through the doors i go out to the washtub...samiam is playing with the bubbles that rise up and out of the tub all i can do is laugh for he is one silly kit
~~deposits all the outfits into the washtub...allowing them to soak an turns hearing the Guard at the door call for her...casting my chore aside for the moment...stepping to the Guard on his right and bowing my golden head he tells her he wishes her to tidy up his Chambers for he wishes to take a nap before Lunch...i softly say i will get to it right away and i leave his side to do so with extra bumps of her hips as i depart
~~back into the Home i climb the stairs to Guards Chambers and enters goes to the fire place and pokes at the embers then adds a few logs so to keep him warm as he naps...i open the window just a tad and draws the drapes...over at his bed i fluff his pillows and straightens out his furs just so...looking about i smile knowing he will be comfortable
~~i toss to the fire a bit of lavender oil so to help the Guard rest the scent is one that is peaceful also it is many of the slaves signature scent so he will think of sexy little hot slaves when he get a whiff...i exit his Chamber and gets back to the wash...the air is fresh and the sun beating down is warm my surroundings are filled with the birds singing and the baas and moos of the beast in the field
~~i begin scrubbing the soiled reps left to soak earlier in the wash tub scrubbing each soundly on the washboard before depositing them clean and damp into a basket i rose seeing them all well scrubbed and one by one lifted form the basket and clipped to the clothesline to dry in afternoon sun i did the same with the slave outfits from the Garden Area...i ran off to go take a shower and get myself ready to serve Lunch...i smiled seeing the Guard entering the Main Room and going upstairs knowing he will have a great nap..now i wonder if i could coax my Master to taking a nap with his pet...thinks oO(all i would have to do is wiggle my sweet ass at him)
8/21/20 taking care of a few things
~~sitting cross legged on the fur beside the fireplace...i pulled the right boot into my lap and examines it...turning it over in her hands i assess the damage...the sole pulling from its mount...some stitching coming loose...taking the tub of sticky goop made from the lard of bosk and the excretion from the Leech Plant...i scoop out some with a flat stick and applies it to the inner lip of the sole then presses it tight to the bottom of the boot and lashes some string around the toe of the boot to hold it in place while the goop drys
~~i set that boot aside and decides to work on the stitching on the left boot while that one sets picking it up...i see the stitching on the entire right side of the boot has fallen apart...pulling the large bone needle from the basket and threading the leather cording through it...i begin inserting the needle through the punched holes in the side of the boot...i loop the cord on itself at each hole effectively locking the cord on each stitch...this would ensure that even if one stitch was cut, the rest would hold tight
~~after completing that side...sets that boot down and picks up the right...un-looping the thread and checking the sole tugging on it gently...it holds fast and i smile...retrieving the needle and cord once more...i diligently repeats the stitching process on the right boot...once done i turn both boots about in my hands...running fingertips over the stitches and the leather...searching for anything else that needed fixing on the boots
~~seeing nothing i rise and goes to the fireplace and fishes out a piece of burnt wood...sitting near the fireplace was a perfectly round smooth stone that i had fished from the river...i took and lifted the rock and pounded the blackened wood into a fine powder...moving to the Kitchen i take a candle and places it in a small pot...i watch as the wax melts and i pulle the string from the hot wax...pulling the pot from the stoves i bring it to the Hearth and resumes my chore
~~i pick up a short bristled brush and sticks my hand in the first boot wearing it like a glove...in sharp quick back and forth strokes i buff the boots...cleaning any dirt and grime from them...once done to my satisfaction...i repeat the process with the second boot...placing them to the side...i check the consistency of the cooling wax dipping my finger into the warm pot...my fingers push into the pliable semi solid wax and withdrawing them with a smile i scoop up the charcoal powder and places it in the wax
~~i stirs the charcoal into the wax giving the wax a black tint...once it was mixed to suit me...i dips the bottom tip of a rep cloth into the wax mixture and rubs it into the leather of the first boot moving in a circular motion saturating the older boots with black polish...slowly and methodically my hands move...circling...covering every inch of the newly mended boots...finishing with one...i move to the next...once i am done with the second...i again picks up the first and gives it another buffing’with the brush knocking any loose wax fragments from the now clean boot
~~i set both boots before me on the floor and stares at them...mended...cleaned and polished so they were effectively waterproof they looked very nice...i smile inwardly pleased with my job...rising from the floor...sitting the boots in front of the fire to warm...hoping my Master will be satisfied with my job...i pad off to find something else to do after puting the supplies away
~~knowing most of the Men have already gone i go around pulling up the furs taking them outside i hang them taking a stick i beats the stuffing out of them leaving them to air i move out to where i spied some talenders and dinas picking them she takes them back to the Main Room placing them along the tables....taking the broom i sweep cleaning the floor...moving back outside she gathers the furs replacing them in the Main Room the storm of last night made the air pure and fresh making the furs smell nice and clean..i sprinkle them with some larma scented oil
~~moving to the Kitchen i drift over to the Cold Room gathers some larma and a nice large Bosk Roast moving to the counter i rub the spices into the roast sticking the rod through it she places it to the side ...taking out the Flours i mixes a bit of water into it making some pie crusts i slice the larmas into bite sizes peices adding sugar to it she places it inside the crust covering i gathers the pies and the Roast taking them to the cooking fires
~~starts them cooking moving back within the Kitchen removing some cream once again pouring the cream into a bowl i whips it well making a nice whipped cream to add to the top of the pies that all finished i clean up my mess putting everything back in place i move back out to the Main Roiom to kneel on my Master furs to do some mending...i tidy up the Main Room area before i start mending i remember that i need to put some color dye in some soap so i can dye some rep clothes and embroider them...some red and green dye should work well
~~going to the Supply Shed i takes two bars of soap soaking one in a small bucket of green dye and another in a bucket of red dye...waits a few then takes them out laying them to some rence paper to dry cleaning up her mess...i then put them on the shelf...goes back to the Main Room and kneels on the furs in a relaxed poise and awaits the Room to come to life as nimble fingers take to stitching up a pair of leathers that belong to the Big Guard at the Door
~~i set that boot aside and decides to work on the stitching on the left boot while that one sets picking it up...i see the stitching on the entire right side of the boot has fallen apart...pulling the large bone needle from the basket and threading the leather cording through it...i begin inserting the needle through the punched holes in the side of the boot...i loop the cord on itself at each hole effectively locking the cord on each stitch...this would ensure that even if one stitch was cut, the rest would hold tight
~~after completing that side...sets that boot down and picks up the right...un-looping the thread and checking the sole tugging on it gently...it holds fast and i smile...retrieving the needle and cord once more...i diligently repeats the stitching process on the right boot...once done i turn both boots about in my hands...running fingertips over the stitches and the leather...searching for anything else that needed fixing on the boots
~~seeing nothing i rise and goes to the fireplace and fishes out a piece of burnt wood...sitting near the fireplace was a perfectly round smooth stone that i had fished from the river...i took and lifted the rock and pounded the blackened wood into a fine powder...moving to the Kitchen i take a candle and places it in a small pot...i watch as the wax melts and i pulle the string from the hot wax...pulling the pot from the stoves i bring it to the Hearth and resumes my chore
~~i pick up a short bristled brush and sticks my hand in the first boot wearing it like a glove...in sharp quick back and forth strokes i buff the boots...cleaning any dirt and grime from them...once done to my satisfaction...i repeat the process with the second boot...placing them to the side...i check the consistency of the cooling wax dipping my finger into the warm pot...my fingers push into the pliable semi solid wax and withdrawing them with a smile i scoop up the charcoal powder and places it in the wax
~~i stirs the charcoal into the wax giving the wax a black tint...once it was mixed to suit me...i dips the bottom tip of a rep cloth into the wax mixture and rubs it into the leather of the first boot moving in a circular motion saturating the older boots with black polish...slowly and methodically my hands move...circling...covering every inch of the newly mended boots...finishing with one...i move to the next...once i am done with the second...i again picks up the first and gives it another buffing’with the brush knocking any loose wax fragments from the now clean boot
~~i set both boots before me on the floor and stares at them...mended...cleaned and polished so they were effectively waterproof they looked very nice...i smile inwardly pleased with my job...rising from the floor...sitting the boots in front of the fire to warm...hoping my Master will be satisfied with my job...i pad off to find something else to do after puting the supplies away
~~knowing most of the Men have already gone i go around pulling up the furs taking them outside i hang them taking a stick i beats the stuffing out of them leaving them to air i move out to where i spied some talenders and dinas picking them she takes them back to the Main Room placing them along the tables....taking the broom i sweep cleaning the floor...moving back outside she gathers the furs replacing them in the Main Room the storm of last night made the air pure and fresh making the furs smell nice and clean..i sprinkle them with some larma scented oil
~~moving to the Kitchen i drift over to the Cold Room gathers some larma and a nice large Bosk Roast moving to the counter i rub the spices into the roast sticking the rod through it she places it to the side ...taking out the Flours i mixes a bit of water into it making some pie crusts i slice the larmas into bite sizes peices adding sugar to it she places it inside the crust covering i gathers the pies and the Roast taking them to the cooking fires
~~starts them cooking moving back within the Kitchen removing some cream once again pouring the cream into a bowl i whips it well making a nice whipped cream to add to the top of the pies that all finished i clean up my mess putting everything back in place i move back out to the Main Roiom to kneel on my Master furs to do some mending...i tidy up the Main Room area before i start mending i remember that i need to put some color dye in some soap so i can dye some rep clothes and embroider them...some red and green dye should work well
~~going to the Supply Shed i takes two bars of soap soaking one in a small bucket of green dye and another in a bucket of red dye...waits a few then takes them out laying them to some rence paper to dry cleaning up her mess...i then put them on the shelf...goes back to the Main Room and kneels on the furs in a relaxed poise and awaits the Room to come to life as nimble fingers take to stitching up a pair of leathers that belong to the Big Guard at the Door
8/20/20 Making Bread
~~i move my willowy form...muscles rippling with my light steps before the lamps and fires of the Hall...the light shimmers over my satiny flesh as my silks hugs my lush curves...hips moving with a soft sway as i still in the Kitchen...seeing it is all still quiet i move to the basins and washes my hands well with soap...the hurt oils from the fleece she has spun clinging to my skin...then moving to the fires i lean over to place more fuel on the dying flames...the bread for the day will need to feel the heat of a fire if it is to be ready for the Frees Dinner
~~feeling the heat build i stands before the fire pit for an ihn watching the licks of golden flames greet the wood i have place there..then padding back to the sinks i wash my hands once more before moving to the counters as i shake my hands dry.. reaching the crocks that store the bread i pull it to my slender form and peers inside as i lift off the lid knowing that she it has been a while since she baked.....seeing enough there for the toast that will be needed she grins and knows the fresh round loaves will be devoured quickly
~~pushing the crock back to its home i turn and with a silent step i pad to the shelves before leaning over into the depths of the lower ones...i gather the large clay mixing bowl...the rounded tins from the back as i move into the depths knowing my long legs are exposed to the room...a soft sigh of disappointment that her Master is here to admire my slave flesh i grasps the the items before shimmering back out of the shelve to stand tall once more and back to the work counter... placing all the vessels down with a small clang i move over to the store canisters
~~as my hands grab heavy weight i lift the Sa-Tarna flour canister to my chest before moving back to the bowls to rest it there...as i move to the smaller canisters i gather the Red Salt...the Yeast and takes that to the bowls as my head flicking my hair out of my way as her topaz eyes look over all i had assembled...my mind whirling on oO(what i need to see what i had forgotten...an it is nothing)
~~arching my back before i start knowing my muscles will be well worked i feel my rounded breasts straining against the soft silk that cover them...with a soft whimper as i takes a deep breath and lets my nipples caress over the fabric with a quiver...letting my hand move over the pebbled flesh i moan and hurries to the Cold Room to gather some Butter
~~pulling the heavy door open with all my might i welcome the shiver that bites at my heated flesh...moving inside the cold air from the dark room rushes over me as i still before the shelves to gathers the dish of Butter and Bosk Milk before i hurry back up to the light and warmth of the Kitchen once more...with a push of my hip i shut the door to hold the cold air inside to protect the food of the Citadel
~~as my hand reaches for the sieve that hangs from the racks i place it on the bowl and draws the canister that holds the Sa-Tarna Flour close to my chest as my nimble fingers work off the lid with a soft ~pop~ then shaking the golden Flour free i watch the Sa-Tarna Flour fall into the sieve...then letting the canister settle on the counter my dainty hands begin to carefully shake it through....my eyes watching the golden yellow Flour spill through the holes into the bowl below...adding a pinch of the red salt i shake harder to let it all disappear to the bowl also
~~lifting a small bowl i scoop some Yeast and Sugar in it before i pad to the fires...the heat greeting me as i ladles some water from the ever boiling kettle and stirs it well as i watch the Yeast and Sugar dissolve...blue eyes watching as i works to ensure that it doesn't lump and ruin what i am trying to create...my feet padding me back to the counter
~~i make a well in the center of the flour then dumping the Yeast into it i begin to stir making a batter as my hands work it through the flour...slowly but surely taking it further and further into the edges of the mounded Flour...my arms feeling the heaviness as it combines...slowly the Flour turns to dough as my hand work it constantly...adding the last of the water she scrapes off the last of the Flour and feels the stringy dough
~~punching the dough down with all my might i giggle as it begins to spring back and form a ball in the middle of the bowl once more...then taking a clean rep clothe i cover the bowl to sit for 45 ehn...gathering all the dishes i had used in my arms i move over to the sink...and placing them there i fill the sink with cold water...my hands reaching for the soap flakes as i lift them and dunks my fingers into the chilly water as i clean off the Flour and dough that still sticks to them
~~with a shake of my dripping hands i pad lightly to the fires before i take a rep clothe and pours some boiling water into the bucket that sits by the Hearth...moving back to the sink i dump it in with the cold as my hands savoir the now mixing water...a smile lights my face at the heat that caresses them...moving quickly back to the fires i rest the empty bucket in its home and scurries back to the steaming sink to wash the dishes as the bread rises
~~as my fingers feel the holes of the sieve i place it to the side and quickly washes the rest of the vessels that are stacked...as i move with silent ease i shake my hands free of the water and taking the rep clothe i begin to dry them one by one and place the vessels away...each in there home as i move lightly to the shelves and back...after placing the last one home i move to the covered bowl and peeks under the cloth
~~seeing the dough has risen beautifully i takes the rounded bread tins and lightly greases them over with her fingers with the Bosk Butter...a quiver courses through her as my hand feels the hard steel...an urge pushes her to wipe my hand on a rep cloth before i lovingly caresses the personal collar with the name dreamer*B*CPO and bites back a moan that rises to leave my lips...taking some flour i sprinkle it over the counter before i turn out the dough and begins to knead it well with my hands...my body moving sensuously as i let my arms and hands move the dough round and punching it hard to watch it bounce back into shape
~~breaking off some dough i pushes this into a round shape before placing it in the tin that is greased and waiting...marking it with 3 slashes i moves it to the side to do another...gathering the tins in my arms she moves to the ovens to lower them in to bake...my tummy making a sound as i think of the scents that will soon be wafting through the Kitchen...pushing them one at a time to the back i get them all in before i close the door i move back to the counter and gather the large bowl to wash it...i dip it under the warm water and begins to caress the clay surface as the last of the dough disappears
~~as i feel a rep cloth in the water i lift in and squeezes it well...watching the water dribble out of it i pad back to the counter top where i was working and wipes it down clean...my arm arching across the polished surface as i catch the Flour in my cupped hand...rinsing it clean i squeezes it out once more and rests it on the rail that lets it dry off...taking a clean rep cloth i quickly dry off the last of the dishes and places them all away
~~since i got flour all over me and some dough i head top the Laundry to get soapp and towel and a fresh change of clothes...it does not take me long i dry off and primp up i slip in to a white lacy outfit that shows off a lot of leg and is also short enough for my Master to peek at my ass cheeks if lift up just a little to high...he is a ass Man
~~the bread smell divine i start to remove them form the ovens and sets them to the racks to cool...i whistle to samiam to come here and he prances like a prince...i giggle and say to him "samiam boy you ready for a nap i sure am...lets go sit at the window seat and look out at garden and maybe catch a few winks before Dinner just a little quite time" he just turns his head side to side and as i begin to walk towards the window seating my self like i always do...i lean up against the plush pillows and io watch the thralls prune some trees...as samiam looks out the window as well as a watch kit
~~feeling the heat build i stands before the fire pit for an ihn watching the licks of golden flames greet the wood i have place there..then padding back to the sinks i wash my hands once more before moving to the counters as i shake my hands dry.. reaching the crocks that store the bread i pull it to my slender form and peers inside as i lift off the lid knowing that she it has been a while since she baked.....seeing enough there for the toast that will be needed she grins and knows the fresh round loaves will be devoured quickly
~~pushing the crock back to its home i turn and with a silent step i pad to the shelves before leaning over into the depths of the lower ones...i gather the large clay mixing bowl...the rounded tins from the back as i move into the depths knowing my long legs are exposed to the room...a soft sigh of disappointment that her Master is here to admire my slave flesh i grasps the the items before shimmering back out of the shelve to stand tall once more and back to the work counter... placing all the vessels down with a small clang i move over to the store canisters
~~as my hands grab heavy weight i lift the Sa-Tarna flour canister to my chest before moving back to the bowls to rest it there...as i move to the smaller canisters i gather the Red Salt...the Yeast and takes that to the bowls as my head flicking my hair out of my way as her topaz eyes look over all i had assembled...my mind whirling on oO(what i need to see what i had forgotten...an it is nothing)
~~arching my back before i start knowing my muscles will be well worked i feel my rounded breasts straining against the soft silk that cover them...with a soft whimper as i takes a deep breath and lets my nipples caress over the fabric with a quiver...letting my hand move over the pebbled flesh i moan and hurries to the Cold Room to gather some Butter
~~pulling the heavy door open with all my might i welcome the shiver that bites at my heated flesh...moving inside the cold air from the dark room rushes over me as i still before the shelves to gathers the dish of Butter and Bosk Milk before i hurry back up to the light and warmth of the Kitchen once more...with a push of my hip i shut the door to hold the cold air inside to protect the food of the Citadel
~~as my hand reaches for the sieve that hangs from the racks i place it on the bowl and draws the canister that holds the Sa-Tarna Flour close to my chest as my nimble fingers work off the lid with a soft ~pop~ then shaking the golden Flour free i watch the Sa-Tarna Flour fall into the sieve...then letting the canister settle on the counter my dainty hands begin to carefully shake it through....my eyes watching the golden yellow Flour spill through the holes into the bowl below...adding a pinch of the red salt i shake harder to let it all disappear to the bowl also
~~lifting a small bowl i scoop some Yeast and Sugar in it before i pad to the fires...the heat greeting me as i ladles some water from the ever boiling kettle and stirs it well as i watch the Yeast and Sugar dissolve...blue eyes watching as i works to ensure that it doesn't lump and ruin what i am trying to create...my feet padding me back to the counter
~~i make a well in the center of the flour then dumping the Yeast into it i begin to stir making a batter as my hands work it through the flour...slowly but surely taking it further and further into the edges of the mounded Flour...my arms feeling the heaviness as it combines...slowly the Flour turns to dough as my hand work it constantly...adding the last of the water she scrapes off the last of the Flour and feels the stringy dough
~~punching the dough down with all my might i giggle as it begins to spring back and form a ball in the middle of the bowl once more...then taking a clean rep clothe i cover the bowl to sit for 45 ehn...gathering all the dishes i had used in my arms i move over to the sink...and placing them there i fill the sink with cold water...my hands reaching for the soap flakes as i lift them and dunks my fingers into the chilly water as i clean off the Flour and dough that still sticks to them
~~with a shake of my dripping hands i pad lightly to the fires before i take a rep clothe and pours some boiling water into the bucket that sits by the Hearth...moving back to the sink i dump it in with the cold as my hands savoir the now mixing water...a smile lights my face at the heat that caresses them...moving quickly back to the fires i rest the empty bucket in its home and scurries back to the steaming sink to wash the dishes as the bread rises
~~as my fingers feel the holes of the sieve i place it to the side and quickly washes the rest of the vessels that are stacked...as i move with silent ease i shake my hands free of the water and taking the rep clothe i begin to dry them one by one and place the vessels away...each in there home as i move lightly to the shelves and back...after placing the last one home i move to the covered bowl and peeks under the cloth
~~seeing the dough has risen beautifully i takes the rounded bread tins and lightly greases them over with her fingers with the Bosk Butter...a quiver courses through her as my hand feels the hard steel...an urge pushes her to wipe my hand on a rep cloth before i lovingly caresses the personal collar with the name dreamer*B*CPO and bites back a moan that rises to leave my lips...taking some flour i sprinkle it over the counter before i turn out the dough and begins to knead it well with my hands...my body moving sensuously as i let my arms and hands move the dough round and punching it hard to watch it bounce back into shape
~~breaking off some dough i pushes this into a round shape before placing it in the tin that is greased and waiting...marking it with 3 slashes i moves it to the side to do another...gathering the tins in my arms she moves to the ovens to lower them in to bake...my tummy making a sound as i think of the scents that will soon be wafting through the Kitchen...pushing them one at a time to the back i get them all in before i close the door i move back to the counter and gather the large bowl to wash it...i dip it under the warm water and begins to caress the clay surface as the last of the dough disappears
~~as i feel a rep cloth in the water i lift in and squeezes it well...watching the water dribble out of it i pad back to the counter top where i was working and wipes it down clean...my arm arching across the polished surface as i catch the Flour in my cupped hand...rinsing it clean i squeezes it out once more and rests it on the rail that lets it dry off...taking a clean rep cloth i quickly dry off the last of the dishes and places them all away
~~since i got flour all over me and some dough i head top the Laundry to get soapp and towel and a fresh change of clothes...it does not take me long i dry off and primp up i slip in to a white lacy outfit that shows off a lot of leg and is also short enough for my Master to peek at my ass cheeks if lift up just a little to high...he is a ass Man
~~the bread smell divine i start to remove them form the ovens and sets them to the racks to cool...i whistle to samiam to come here and he prances like a prince...i giggle and say to him "samiam boy you ready for a nap i sure am...lets go sit at the window seat and look out at garden and maybe catch a few winks before Dinner just a little quite time" he just turns his head side to side and as i begin to walk towards the window seating my self like i always do...i lean up against the plush pillows and io watch the thralls prune some trees...as samiam looks out the window as well as a watch kit
8/19/20 serving
~~entering the garden to collect fresh vegetables i am shocked to see small insects crawling around the Garden and and on the food...i drop the basket to the ground and runs into the Kitchen...thinking oO(put on some water to boil and then pour the hot water on the vegetables) she then realizes oO(that may do nothing but kill the entire Garden) she instead sprints to the corner and grabs the broom before running back outside
~~taking gentle care she begins to sweep the bugs away from the vegetables....dusting them onto the ground...however...she notices that once the bugs land on the ground they are moving faster...probably because they have been disturbed...they begin to crawl towards her and then back towards the vegetables shrieking i takes the broom and begins to sweep the bugs crawling in the dirt out of the range of the Garden...trying to keep them from crawling on me
~~not knowing what else to do the i begin to beat the bugs into the ground....using the broom as if it is a weapon i raises it above my head and hits the ground repeatedly until the last bug has stoppedd moving...winded but satisfied i return the broom to the Kitchen and takes up a bowl going back where i was
~~bend down and picks up the dead bugs so i can feed them to the Vulos to give them a treat of fresh meat...knowing they will enjoy the treat i am fixing to give them...after all has been pick up i strolls to the Vulo pens and toss them over the fence and watches as they scramble to peck at them...thier clucks and coos tell me they love them i go to the Kitchen an washes the bowl and dries it and places it back where it belongs i go out by the Garden and collects the basket and the contents that dropped out and take it to the kitvhen for the Kitchen wench to use for making dinner...she thanks me
~~i smile and thinks oO(i will also treat my Master with a slice of Chocolate Cake i made and a big cup of Bosk Milk while he goes over the books of the City)...reaching for a plate and cup i set them to the counter...slinks to the Cold Room for a pitcher of Bosk Milk and fills the cup to the rim...places the pitcher back in it's cold bed...then takes up the Kitchen knife and slices a chunk of the Cake fit for a Man...wipes the knife off gets a fork and the cup of milk and turns towards my Masters Office
~~careful not to spill any of the milk my foot falls gentle rocking my hips and the steps are light..looking to my Master as he mumbles to his task...he looks up seeing me stops what he is doing as i slink up before him setting the plate and cup before him...walking around the desk to his left side and wiggles my sexy ass between his thighs to wich i drape her hand around his neck and takes the best seat in the Citadel
~~looking into his eyes i reaches for the cake and fills the fork with a Chocolate bite lifting it to his lips and softly whipers "my Master your lilbond bring you a distraction from your work not only with this Cake and Milk but with the service of youe pwersonal bond i prays you will enjoy both
~~he opens his mouth...i places the cake bite between his lips...he accepts the bite chewing as he looks at the beautiful pet upon his thigh...states "lil bond...my dreamer you cease to amaze me with your service" then he puts his finger in the frosting of the Cake and smears it over the girl plump lips then bends to lick it off her lips by kissing her...i giggle and responds "my Master i thank you and i will love continuing being in service to you if you approve" he growls "very much I approve" smiles and contiues enjoying the offering from me
~~taking gentle care she begins to sweep the bugs away from the vegetables....dusting them onto the ground...however...she notices that once the bugs land on the ground they are moving faster...probably because they have been disturbed...they begin to crawl towards her and then back towards the vegetables shrieking i takes the broom and begins to sweep the bugs crawling in the dirt out of the range of the Garden...trying to keep them from crawling on me
~~not knowing what else to do the i begin to beat the bugs into the ground....using the broom as if it is a weapon i raises it above my head and hits the ground repeatedly until the last bug has stoppedd moving...winded but satisfied i return the broom to the Kitchen and takes up a bowl going back where i was
~~bend down and picks up the dead bugs so i can feed them to the Vulos to give them a treat of fresh meat...knowing they will enjoy the treat i am fixing to give them...after all has been pick up i strolls to the Vulo pens and toss them over the fence and watches as they scramble to peck at them...thier clucks and coos tell me they love them i go to the Kitchen an washes the bowl and dries it and places it back where it belongs i go out by the Garden and collects the basket and the contents that dropped out and take it to the kitvhen for the Kitchen wench to use for making dinner...she thanks me
~~i smile and thinks oO(i will also treat my Master with a slice of Chocolate Cake i made and a big cup of Bosk Milk while he goes over the books of the City)...reaching for a plate and cup i set them to the counter...slinks to the Cold Room for a pitcher of Bosk Milk and fills the cup to the rim...places the pitcher back in it's cold bed...then takes up the Kitchen knife and slices a chunk of the Cake fit for a Man...wipes the knife off gets a fork and the cup of milk and turns towards my Masters Office
~~careful not to spill any of the milk my foot falls gentle rocking my hips and the steps are light..looking to my Master as he mumbles to his task...he looks up seeing me stops what he is doing as i slink up before him setting the plate and cup before him...walking around the desk to his left side and wiggles my sexy ass between his thighs to wich i drape her hand around his neck and takes the best seat in the Citadel
~~looking into his eyes i reaches for the cake and fills the fork with a Chocolate bite lifting it to his lips and softly whipers "my Master your lilbond bring you a distraction from your work not only with this Cake and Milk but with the service of youe pwersonal bond i prays you will enjoy both
~~he opens his mouth...i places the cake bite between his lips...he accepts the bite chewing as he looks at the beautiful pet upon his thigh...states "lil bond...my dreamer you cease to amaze me with your service" then he puts his finger in the frosting of the Cake and smears it over the girl plump lips then bends to lick it off her lips by kissing her...i giggle and responds "my Master i thank you and i will love continuing being in service to you if you approve" he growls "very much I approve" smiles and contiues enjoying the offering from me
8/19/20 Chambers Cleaned
~~i was awakend by nancy(NPC) shaking me saying "Wake up dreamer we all got chores to do" i smile and i do a yawn and a stretch...last night went as planned...i reach to my throat where i find the steel collar that is etched with dreamer*B*CPO thank Odin the collar was not a dream...the thralls are al breaking down the tent taking the chairs and table and soon the bed i am sleeping on...the girls taking the dishes and candles
~~i hop to my feet and i strip the bed rolling the bedding and my outfit along with the linens from the table and the curtains...i am very happy this morning...seems the sun is shining brighter the breeze smells fresher the birds singing prettier...guess this is what being Owned personally can make happen...i hop as i step through the sand samiam trailing behind
~~we arrive at the Citadel and enter through the Kitchen...we deposit the bedding and such in the pile as the Laundry wench was getting ready to start her job...i feed samiam a saucer of milk out the back door off to the side...i rush to eat my share of the gruel with honey and a glass of milk with dry toast...i clean my mess and i get started for the day
~~i make my way to Master Bashirs Chambers...the same routin week after week i open the drapes and window allowing fresh air to seep in and the sunshine to brighten the room...i strip the bed and set the berdding out in the Hall...the Guard looks to me and i smile holding my head up high showing off the new collar...he smiles and nods his head and i slip to Mistress Saschas Chambers and does exactly the same i always do...lifting up the bedding and adding Master Bashir bedding...i take them to the Laundry Room adding to the pile once more
~~i gather a few rep clothes the broom and dust pan and a damp mop and hartas to Master Bashirs Chambers...i dust around the room the window ledge high up on the walls where a few cob webs appeared...i shake out the rep cloth then i do a good sweeping then a great damp moping leaving the floor to dry
~~next to Mistress Saschas Chambers her Room always smell great...i dust off her dresser and i take the books she had on the chair i place them on the tiny book shelf dusting making sure everything has been touched shaking out the rep cloth i also sweep making sure to get the dust bunnies from under the bed..feeding the dust pan then lightly mopping the floor to a shine...i leave the Chambers so the sun can dry the floor as i go to my kennel
~~there i strip the bed and i dust around opens the window open the curtain sweeps the floor and mops the kennel...i make sure the kennel is cleaned for the next City slave to aquire..i ask the Kennel Guard to please lock the door and i tell him i will miss him...i pick up the supplies and the bedding and to the Laundry room we go deposits the bedding and dirty reps dumps the dust pan out props the boom in the closet and washes out the mop for the next use it will be clean i wash my hands
~~from the shelf i choose 2 bedding sets and a bedroll i find myself headed to Master Bashirs Chambers where i fit the sheets to the bed and covers the pillow with the cases and the duvet adorns the bed...at the foot of his bed close to the ankle cuff i place the bedroll on the mat there where i will sleep when not in bed with Master Bashir and samiam can curl up and snooze...stepping to the door i smile then i close the door and move on
~~Mistress Sascha Chambers i tuck the sheets to the bed and fluff and cover the pillows arrangeing them nicely...the duvet i lift up and it floats to a perfect landing on the bed...i rush to the Kitchen i wash my hands and i get a small plate and i pick a few tospit biscuits on and take it to her Chambers leaving it on her dresser so she can munch while she reclines reading her medical books...i retreat from the room closing the door behind me...
~~to the bathes i take a towel and some soap and i clean up...primping in front of the mirror i raise my head high and stare at the Collar around my throat and i think of the Man that has encirled my neck with his personal Collar..i dress and i go about the Citadel trying to be of use if anyway to please the Free
~~i hop to my feet and i strip the bed rolling the bedding and my outfit along with the linens from the table and the curtains...i am very happy this morning...seems the sun is shining brighter the breeze smells fresher the birds singing prettier...guess this is what being Owned personally can make happen...i hop as i step through the sand samiam trailing behind
~~we arrive at the Citadel and enter through the Kitchen...we deposit the bedding and such in the pile as the Laundry wench was getting ready to start her job...i feed samiam a saucer of milk out the back door off to the side...i rush to eat my share of the gruel with honey and a glass of milk with dry toast...i clean my mess and i get started for the day
~~i make my way to Master Bashirs Chambers...the same routin week after week i open the drapes and window allowing fresh air to seep in and the sunshine to brighten the room...i strip the bed and set the berdding out in the Hall...the Guard looks to me and i smile holding my head up high showing off the new collar...he smiles and nods his head and i slip to Mistress Saschas Chambers and does exactly the same i always do...lifting up the bedding and adding Master Bashir bedding...i take them to the Laundry Room adding to the pile once more
~~i gather a few rep clothes the broom and dust pan and a damp mop and hartas to Master Bashirs Chambers...i dust around the room the window ledge high up on the walls where a few cob webs appeared...i shake out the rep cloth then i do a good sweeping then a great damp moping leaving the floor to dry
~~next to Mistress Saschas Chambers her Room always smell great...i dust off her dresser and i take the books she had on the chair i place them on the tiny book shelf dusting making sure everything has been touched shaking out the rep cloth i also sweep making sure to get the dust bunnies from under the bed..feeding the dust pan then lightly mopping the floor to a shine...i leave the Chambers so the sun can dry the floor as i go to my kennel
~~there i strip the bed and i dust around opens the window open the curtain sweeps the floor and mops the kennel...i make sure the kennel is cleaned for the next City slave to aquire..i ask the Kennel Guard to please lock the door and i tell him i will miss him...i pick up the supplies and the bedding and to the Laundry room we go deposits the bedding and dirty reps dumps the dust pan out props the boom in the closet and washes out the mop for the next use it will be clean i wash my hands
~~from the shelf i choose 2 bedding sets and a bedroll i find myself headed to Master Bashirs Chambers where i fit the sheets to the bed and covers the pillow with the cases and the duvet adorns the bed...at the foot of his bed close to the ankle cuff i place the bedroll on the mat there where i will sleep when not in bed with Master Bashir and samiam can curl up and snooze...stepping to the door i smile then i close the door and move on
~~Mistress Sascha Chambers i tuck the sheets to the bed and fluff and cover the pillows arrangeing them nicely...the duvet i lift up and it floats to a perfect landing on the bed...i rush to the Kitchen i wash my hands and i get a small plate and i pick a few tospit biscuits on and take it to her Chambers leaving it on her dresser so she can munch while she reclines reading her medical books...i retreat from the room closing the door behind me...
~~to the bathes i take a towel and some soap and i clean up...primping in front of the mirror i raise my head high and stare at the Collar around my throat and i think of the Man that has encirled my neck with his personal Collar..i dress and i go about the Citadel trying to be of use if anyway to please the Free
8/14/20 a surprise at the Waters Edge
~~after serving the Guest my thoughts take me to a promise oO(setting a scene) i want it to be beautiful and something to want to remember...i think of all sorts of things just does not wish it to be the same ole same ole oO(hummmm) something comes to mind i first write a note to Master Bashir and leaves it on his seat in the Main Room
~~i will need help i ask a few of the thralls that were just sitting around if they would help me and they nodded..and followed me to the Supply Shed...where i picked out the right table and chairs and linen...also told one i needed lighting candles and 4 big poles...we go down to the beach and i instruct the boys what needs to be done...
~once they did their part i went around covering with linen lighting candles and torches...making things beautiful i tell them what else to bring to the Waters Edge and they go about what plans i have made...they work hard we stop for lunch...and then get right back into the swing of things putting the last touches to the scene....i look about and thank the boys and they run off and goes bathe in the water...they deserved that with the hard work i had ask them to do
~~next i go up to the Citadel and fix something to eat for my plans..humming as i cut things and i fill a basket that will do for the evening...me not leaving nothing out i want this to be very special Master Bashir deserved this little stay cation even it if it only for one night...i smile just thinking of how he will be surprised
~~ i place the basket off to the side and i ask nancy (NPC) if she would deliver the basket to the Waters Edge about 9 ish and she agrees i hug her then i dart out to get my self ready for the evening...i take a long bath soaking enjoying the warmth cleaning all of my slave flesh and dabbing the Lavender Vanilla scent on after i dry off....my hair i curl and pin up in a sort of ponytail
~~i then walk to the Waters Edge putting the finishing touches on my plan as i relight candles nancy comes and delivers the Basket i fixed up i thank her and she wishes me luck i nod and giggle as she runs off...i set the table with the Basket contents...i then sit and await Master Bashir i sure hope he finds my note
Menu:
Fruit and Cheese Board
Fig Cocktail
~~i will need help i ask a few of the thralls that were just sitting around if they would help me and they nodded..and followed me to the Supply Shed...where i picked out the right table and chairs and linen...also told one i needed lighting candles and 4 big poles...we go down to the beach and i instruct the boys what needs to be done...
~once they did their part i went around covering with linen lighting candles and torches...making things beautiful i tell them what else to bring to the Waters Edge and they go about what plans i have made...they work hard we stop for lunch...and then get right back into the swing of things putting the last touches to the scene....i look about and thank the boys and they run off and goes bathe in the water...they deserved that with the hard work i had ask them to do
~~next i go up to the Citadel and fix something to eat for my plans..humming as i cut things and i fill a basket that will do for the evening...me not leaving nothing out i want this to be very special Master Bashir deserved this little stay cation even it if it only for one night...i smile just thinking of how he will be surprised
~~ i place the basket off to the side and i ask nancy (NPC) if she would deliver the basket to the Waters Edge about 9 ish and she agrees i hug her then i dart out to get my self ready for the evening...i take a long bath soaking enjoying the warmth cleaning all of my slave flesh and dabbing the Lavender Vanilla scent on after i dry off....my hair i curl and pin up in a sort of ponytail
~~i then walk to the Waters Edge putting the finishing touches on my plan as i relight candles nancy comes and delivers the Basket i fixed up i thank her and she wishes me luck i nod and giggle as she runs off...i set the table with the Basket contents...i then sit and await Master Bashir i sure hope he finds my note
Menu:
Fruit and Cheese Board
Fig Cocktail
8/14/20 serving a guest Blackwine
aeternum¤ÇPØ: uplifts to small feet...gliding lightly across the Main Room...tiny steps carry me to sink before the Guest that just arrived at the Citadel velvet thighs spread as i casts a shimmering sapphire gaze to the toes of his boots...my chin lifting high proudly showing off the City collar...i softly begs "Greetings Master i pray your journey to Port Olni has been kind to you my name is called aeternum Master...may i offer you anything this morning?"
Guest: "yes aeternum...blackwine first slave"
aeternum¤ÇPØ: smiles to Him and i repeat his request "yes Master...blackwine first slave"
aeternum¤ÇPØ: inches back away from him pushing lithe form upwards with small palms small hips shifting in the direction of the Kitchen...smiling to him as i look back to him...i moves into the Kitchen stepping to the sink and washes my hands drying them with dry rep cloth...tiny toes lifting a sparkling gaze even with the shelving in search of a pleasing mug to grace soft lips...fingers snaking along the vessels i grasps a finely etched mug and lowers back to tender flats...bringing the vessel to the delicate swell of her hip
aeternum¤ÇPØ: sapphire eyes dancing within it's hue as i set it on the counter and lowers in search of a small tray...grasping a fine temwood tray i lift setting the mug upon it...reaching for a spoon within the drawer i sets the spoon aside the mug and glances lightly about...deep sapphire eyes dancing merrily as i spy the sugar and reaches for it setting it upon the tray...lifting the tray she turns and steps across the room to the Cold Room slipping inside a small shudder coursing through my heated form as the chill sweeps over me...quickly grasping a small container of Bosk Milk she will places it upon the tray and steps back to the warmth and does so
aeternum¤ÇPØ: moves to the hearth taking in the strong scent of the heady blackwine as i near the warmth of the fire...my eyes sparkling as i flood with heat..lifting the kettle i fill the mug to just below the rim...replacing the kettle i lift the tray...i take one last breath and turns back to the Main Room and the Free Man i serves...light steps carrying me to halt at his feet...
aeternum¤ÇPØ: lowers to his feet and i rests the tray before me...my head lifting high she keeps a glimmering gaze focused on the tray and the task...quietly asking..."how sweet do you wish Master? and how creamy do you prefer your blackwine?
Guest: "2 sugars and not to light girl"
aeternum¤ÇPØ: repeats his request "yes Master sweeten the blackwine twice and touch it with some cream" smiles at his command and adds two even spoonfuls of the sugar swirling the blackwine with the spoon as i adds enough of the milk to form a creamy light caramel shade...smiling i set the spoon and the cream aside lifting the mug...she pushes the tray out of the way...
aeternum¤ÇPØ: nestles the mug with in her hands a moment melding the warmth...gently easing it along the smooth alabaster trail of supple curves i hold within a loving slaves heart...bowing my head forth between outreached arms...small hands lifting in offering...whispers "warm fresh blackwine sweet as you like it and creamy as a slave thighs..for your pleasure this morning Master...i hope it will warm you this morning and that my service has been pleasing to you" awaits silently for his hand to grasp the cup from hers
Guest: "yes aeternum...blackwine first slave"
aeternum¤ÇPØ: smiles to Him and i repeat his request "yes Master...blackwine first slave"
aeternum¤ÇPØ: inches back away from him pushing lithe form upwards with small palms small hips shifting in the direction of the Kitchen...smiling to him as i look back to him...i moves into the Kitchen stepping to the sink and washes my hands drying them with dry rep cloth...tiny toes lifting a sparkling gaze even with the shelving in search of a pleasing mug to grace soft lips...fingers snaking along the vessels i grasps a finely etched mug and lowers back to tender flats...bringing the vessel to the delicate swell of her hip
aeternum¤ÇPØ: sapphire eyes dancing within it's hue as i set it on the counter and lowers in search of a small tray...grasping a fine temwood tray i lift setting the mug upon it...reaching for a spoon within the drawer i sets the spoon aside the mug and glances lightly about...deep sapphire eyes dancing merrily as i spy the sugar and reaches for it setting it upon the tray...lifting the tray she turns and steps across the room to the Cold Room slipping inside a small shudder coursing through my heated form as the chill sweeps over me...quickly grasping a small container of Bosk Milk she will places it upon the tray and steps back to the warmth and does so
aeternum¤ÇPØ: moves to the hearth taking in the strong scent of the heady blackwine as i near the warmth of the fire...my eyes sparkling as i flood with heat..lifting the kettle i fill the mug to just below the rim...replacing the kettle i lift the tray...i take one last breath and turns back to the Main Room and the Free Man i serves...light steps carrying me to halt at his feet...
aeternum¤ÇPØ: lowers to his feet and i rests the tray before me...my head lifting high she keeps a glimmering gaze focused on the tray and the task...quietly asking..."how sweet do you wish Master? and how creamy do you prefer your blackwine?
Guest: "2 sugars and not to light girl"
aeternum¤ÇPØ: repeats his request "yes Master sweeten the blackwine twice and touch it with some cream" smiles at his command and adds two even spoonfuls of the sugar swirling the blackwine with the spoon as i adds enough of the milk to form a creamy light caramel shade...smiling i set the spoon and the cream aside lifting the mug...she pushes the tray out of the way...
aeternum¤ÇPØ: nestles the mug with in her hands a moment melding the warmth...gently easing it along the smooth alabaster trail of supple curves i hold within a loving slaves heart...bowing my head forth between outreached arms...small hands lifting in offering...whispers "warm fresh blackwine sweet as you like it and creamy as a slave thighs..for your pleasure this morning Master...i hope it will warm you this morning and that my service has been pleasing to you" awaits silently for his hand to grasp the cup from hers
8/13/20 hauling water to the Bath House
~~grabbing the empty pails...i hum as i make my way to the river...stepping in the water knee deep and filling the pails with fresh water...i turns and heads to the Bath House humming lightly...until the weight of the pails and the steepness of the hill begins to make it difficult to take a proper breath
~~as i struggls to take a proper breath i feel the muscles in my arms begin to burn and beads of sweat start to form on my forehead...putting my head down and willing my body to keep going...i begin to feel the handles of the pail dig into my fingers...pushing my legs to make it up to the Bath House i breath a deep breath as i reach the platform outside the door of the Free Women’s Bath House
~~moving to set one pail down i open the door with my free hand and carries the full pail into the Bath House before returning to grab the other and bring it in as well...breathing deep...wiping the sweat from my brow and stretching my back i prepare myself for the next trip i only do this to please the Free so they will have clean water to rinse with
~~deciding that it might be easier to make two trips instead of one i entersthe Free Men’s bathhouse and finds an empty pail there...making my way back down the hill i enter the river as before...filling the pail...and then turning to return up the hill with the pail in one hand
~~less than half way up the weight of the pail begins to cause an ache in my arms...i try switching arms and makes it a bit further before that arm also begins to ache...moving the pail to my front...i grab the handle with both hands and trudges up the hill
~~the bump of my thighs against the pail causes some of the water to spill out of the sides...i make it to the flat surface and breathes a sigh of relief at being off the hill....entering the Free Man’s bathhouse...i set the full pail down and sighs deeply again as the grabs the empty one and prepares for my final trip
~~heading down the hill and letting the pail swing in my hand...as i am too tired to carry it properly...i enter the water again enjoying the cool refreshing feel of the water and wished that the pails felt as weightless in my arms as my body feels in the water
~~filling the pail...i leave out he water and makes my trip back up the hill....holding the handle of the pail in two hands...allowing the body of the pail to rest against my stomach...and taking my time to make it up the hill
~~pausing on occasion to catch her breath and rest my weary arms and legs...making it back to the door of the Men’s Bath House...i enter...places the pail on the floor...and leaves the now full pails there ready for use
~~i harta to the river one last time sheads my clothes as i hit the bank..then welcome the cool water on my frame...i wade around the water for a good bit then floats relaxing my arms and legs for the heavy trot up the hill to the Bath House did a number on them
~~after some time i exits the water and sundries then...dresses in my kirtle...heads back to the Citadel to prepare Dinner for the Free...picking a few fall flowers on my way...enter the Main Room through the Kitchen door plucks up a vase and arranges the flowers in then washes her hands take the flowers and puts them on the hearth to be seen upon arrival for Dinner by all i smile
~~as i struggls to take a proper breath i feel the muscles in my arms begin to burn and beads of sweat start to form on my forehead...putting my head down and willing my body to keep going...i begin to feel the handles of the pail dig into my fingers...pushing my legs to make it up to the Bath House i breath a deep breath as i reach the platform outside the door of the Free Women’s Bath House
~~moving to set one pail down i open the door with my free hand and carries the full pail into the Bath House before returning to grab the other and bring it in as well...breathing deep...wiping the sweat from my brow and stretching my back i prepare myself for the next trip i only do this to please the Free so they will have clean water to rinse with
~~deciding that it might be easier to make two trips instead of one i entersthe Free Men’s bathhouse and finds an empty pail there...making my way back down the hill i enter the river as before...filling the pail...and then turning to return up the hill with the pail in one hand
~~less than half way up the weight of the pail begins to cause an ache in my arms...i try switching arms and makes it a bit further before that arm also begins to ache...moving the pail to my front...i grab the handle with both hands and trudges up the hill
~~the bump of my thighs against the pail causes some of the water to spill out of the sides...i make it to the flat surface and breathes a sigh of relief at being off the hill....entering the Free Man’s bathhouse...i set the full pail down and sighs deeply again as the grabs the empty one and prepares for my final trip
~~heading down the hill and letting the pail swing in my hand...as i am too tired to carry it properly...i enter the water again enjoying the cool refreshing feel of the water and wished that the pails felt as weightless in my arms as my body feels in the water
~~filling the pail...i leave out he water and makes my trip back up the hill....holding the handle of the pail in two hands...allowing the body of the pail to rest against my stomach...and taking my time to make it up the hill
~~pausing on occasion to catch her breath and rest my weary arms and legs...making it back to the door of the Men’s Bath House...i enter...places the pail on the floor...and leaves the now full pails there ready for use
~~i harta to the river one last time sheads my clothes as i hit the bank..then welcome the cool water on my frame...i wade around the water for a good bit then floats relaxing my arms and legs for the heavy trot up the hill to the Bath House did a number on them
~~after some time i exits the water and sundries then...dresses in my kirtle...heads back to the Citadel to prepare Dinner for the Free...picking a few fall flowers on my way...enter the Main Room through the Kitchen door plucks up a vase and arranges the flowers in then washes her hands take the flowers and puts them on the hearth to be seen upon arrival for Dinner by all i smile
8/12/20 milking the cow Bosk Betsie
~~the day had been a busy morning...the sound of Vulo running from slaves...wood being cut...fires roaring for the days roasts...and hearty laughter from the Free Men...i...after cleaning the outhouse and bathing made my way to the Supply Shed to find two metal buckets...today i would gather much milk as cheese and butter had been slowly decreasing
~~i look about unable to find any buckets though there had been a metal vessel i was sure would suit the milking needs...upon entering the stables...the scent of hay and animals greeted my nostrils...trails of Bosk dung decorating the floors
~~i approached the Bosk boldly...my favorite Bosk i had secretly named Betsie...i placed the metal vessel beneath the Cow and rest my gentle palm against her fur...soothing the Betsie slightly... hoping that she was in a good mood today
~~ once Betsie had calmed enough...i took her udders into my hands and began squeezing and pulling gently...my eyes peaking up at Betsie every now and then...she had not been milked all week therefore she was fully ready to provide an abundance...after what seemed like a ehn...white drops of the warm liquid began to drip out...following a lively spray of milk into the metal vessel
~~i grinned in victory as the vessel slowly began to fill up...just as the vessel was half full i peaked over my shoulders to the sound of hurried foot steps...in both hands the thrall approached carrying two metal buckets...he had been harvesting himself and now he returned them to get more milk "aha!" i gestured..."was wondering what became of those!" i grinned turning about to finish milking Betsie
~~"aye aeternum" the thrall continued "there nay be enough buckets round here" he chuckled placing the buckets down near me and bounced off to continue his own chores...the vessel was now filled...i reached over and took a metal bucket filling it just the same...i hummed softly...as one or two times Betsie had fussed
~~again i did the same for the other bucket...and as all the vessels were now filled with milk...i gave Betsie a warm caress with my hand and began toting the milks away...half to storage and half to the Kitchen for churning and cooking
~~i was now in the Kitchen...washing my hands thoroughly and looking about....the day before she had decorated the Kitchen with fresh cakes and pastries...and in mystery all had disappeared "either the Free Men are hungry Men...or the ghosts have moved in with us" i whispered before laughing to myself
~~with saying that...i carried on to begin setting out food that the Kitchen wench had cooked for Lunch then sat in the corner of the Main Room while they all ate thier fill and began churning butter
Lunch Menu:
Pasta...Sauces...Meat
Salad...Bread Sticks
Cherry Cup Cakes...Frozen Tospit Cocktail
~~i look about unable to find any buckets though there had been a metal vessel i was sure would suit the milking needs...upon entering the stables...the scent of hay and animals greeted my nostrils...trails of Bosk dung decorating the floors
~~i approached the Bosk boldly...my favorite Bosk i had secretly named Betsie...i placed the metal vessel beneath the Cow and rest my gentle palm against her fur...soothing the Betsie slightly... hoping that she was in a good mood today
~~ once Betsie had calmed enough...i took her udders into my hands and began squeezing and pulling gently...my eyes peaking up at Betsie every now and then...she had not been milked all week therefore she was fully ready to provide an abundance...after what seemed like a ehn...white drops of the warm liquid began to drip out...following a lively spray of milk into the metal vessel
~~i grinned in victory as the vessel slowly began to fill up...just as the vessel was half full i peaked over my shoulders to the sound of hurried foot steps...in both hands the thrall approached carrying two metal buckets...he had been harvesting himself and now he returned them to get more milk "aha!" i gestured..."was wondering what became of those!" i grinned turning about to finish milking Betsie
~~"aye aeternum" the thrall continued "there nay be enough buckets round here" he chuckled placing the buckets down near me and bounced off to continue his own chores...the vessel was now filled...i reached over and took a metal bucket filling it just the same...i hummed softly...as one or two times Betsie had fussed
~~again i did the same for the other bucket...and as all the vessels were now filled with milk...i gave Betsie a warm caress with my hand and began toting the milks away...half to storage and half to the Kitchen for churning and cooking
~~i was now in the Kitchen...washing my hands thoroughly and looking about....the day before she had decorated the Kitchen with fresh cakes and pastries...and in mystery all had disappeared "either the Free Men are hungry Men...or the ghosts have moved in with us" i whispered before laughing to myself
~~with saying that...i carried on to begin setting out food that the Kitchen wench had cooked for Lunch then sat in the corner of the Main Room while they all ate thier fill and began churning butter
Lunch Menu:
Pasta...Sauces...Meat
Salad...Bread Sticks
Cherry Cup Cakes...Frozen Tospit Cocktail
8/12/20 Cleaning the Latrine
[10:12a] aeternum¤ÇPØ i shudders with horror at the chore i am about to undertake and lifts my chin in determination...knowing it was necessary for the comfort...and cleanliness of the Home...stripping off my favorite kirtle...i tuck it carefully away and dug up a older and most worn out work kirtle so not to ruin the nice ones that had been given me to work in
[10:13a] aeternum¤ÇPØ i find some wooden sticks that had been whittled into blunt points and sticks them into my long blond hair...carefully pinning up the golden locks to keep them from tumbling over creamy shoulders...i rummage through the basket of utensils in the Laundry Room until i found what i was looking for...one of the pins that was used to hang the clothes up to dry and i grinned with relief...i clipped it to my nose tightly...uncaring how it made me look or how much it pinched the delicate skin
[10:14a] aeternum¤ÇPØ carefully i fill a bucket with boiling water...and adds cold water to it as well...stirring in a handful of strong cleansing soap that the other girls made annually enough to last them many seasons if carefully crated....tossing in a large scrub brush and tucking a number of old rags into my rope belt...i made her way to the latrine with a brave face...though rather silly-looking face
[10:15a] aeternum¤ÇPØ i approached the latrine that was positioned next to the slave Kennels and with a deep breath of fresh air...i tugged open the door and peered around the wooden frame biting back a groan of disgust as the wave of fumes greeted me...flies swarmed around my body...eagerly landing on her fresh...young skin...that seemed to want to crawl inside itself as if to escape the chore that awaited me
[10:15a] aeternum¤ÇPØ i lift my chin and marches in setting the bucket of hot...soapy water down and plunging my hand into the water...not allowing the water to even drain from the brush i slapped it with gusto on the seat...scrubbing for all i was worth
[10:16a] aeternum¤ÇPØ my musical voice rose to full throttle as i scrubbed away...moving around to the base and along the wooden shelf that the seat rested on...as if the beauty of song could banish the distaste of this particular chore...i was optimistic by nature however...and despite the smell that brought tears to my bright sapphire eyes...i knew that the Free and slaves would smile in relief when they stumbled out in the morning to a clean outhouse
[10:16a] aeternum¤ÇPØ ~~i winced slightly as i peered into the gaping hole...and gauged how full it was and swallowed quickly as the smell rose to greet me...the seat...the shelf and the floor and walls now scrubbed clean i backed my way out quickly and took in great gulps of fresh air...setting the filthy water down for a moment while i drank in the sweet smell of wind and soil and the surrounding fir trees
[10:17a] aeternum¤ÇPØ quickly makes my way to the edge of the yard...climbing the hill that led to the outcropping of trees and tossed the water into the forest's edge...to be consumed by the plants that would benefit from the ripe watering
[10:17a] aeternum¤ÇPØ i hurried back to the Citadel to the Supply Shed for more supplies...praying to Odin that no one would see me in my present state...and scampered inside to retrieve a large shovel and wooden tub...along with two more wooden pails...dragging the supplies back to the now almost clean latrine...i made my way to the back to complete the last...and worst part of my task
[10:17a] aeternum¤ÇPØ crouched before the small wooden door at the back...and unclasped it with dread...shuddering as the deep metal pan was exposed...the door was not high up enough that any could see to invade the privacy of the user...should they be so inclined to mischief...it was only big enough to allow the pan to be removed and emptied...and cleaned
[10:18a] aeternum¤ÇPØ i pulled it out carefully...so that none of the feces or urine would splash on my body and with a grimace i poured the foul mixture into one of the wooden pails...filling it nearly full and then pouring the rest into the other pail...dropping the dirty pan on the ground behind the latrine i slowly carried each pail...one in each hand to the trees once more...offering them even more fresh fertilizer
[10:18a] aeternum¤ÇPØ i made my way back to the latrine and fetched the dirty pan...tossing it into one of the buckets and heading to the river to rinse them all out...i vowed i would bathe as soon as this was over with for i could not bare to be seen looking and smelling as i did
[10:19a] aeternum¤ÇPØ reached the edge of the river...far a ways down where the water rolled...and twisted...churning and chattering over smooth-polished stones that gleamed in the setting sun....i crouched before the water and plunged the pails and the pan into the cold water...letting the river scrub them clean with sediment and stone...and rinsing them well
[10:19a] aeternum¤ÇPØ i rose to my feet...holding the now clean supplies in the only clean part of her body...my hands...and hurried back to the latrine to replace the now shining odor-free pan...with a twist to the iron hook i closed it tightly and made my way to the Supply Shed placed all the supplies away...in the Laundry Room i find me a fresh kirtle to take back to the river for my own bath
[10:20a] aeternum¤ÇPØ once more my voice rose in song...a tribute to the City of Port Olni and the people that i loved...the Master Bashair and the Guards Mistress Sascha and the Kitchen wench...the other girls and thralls i had been blessed with...and the Free that had visited that i had been privileged to serve and with a light heart and a happy smile i scampered eagerly back to the river for my bath.
[10:13a] aeternum¤ÇPØ i find some wooden sticks that had been whittled into blunt points and sticks them into my long blond hair...carefully pinning up the golden locks to keep them from tumbling over creamy shoulders...i rummage through the basket of utensils in the Laundry Room until i found what i was looking for...one of the pins that was used to hang the clothes up to dry and i grinned with relief...i clipped it to my nose tightly...uncaring how it made me look or how much it pinched the delicate skin
[10:14a] aeternum¤ÇPØ carefully i fill a bucket with boiling water...and adds cold water to it as well...stirring in a handful of strong cleansing soap that the other girls made annually enough to last them many seasons if carefully crated....tossing in a large scrub brush and tucking a number of old rags into my rope belt...i made her way to the latrine with a brave face...though rather silly-looking face
[10:15a] aeternum¤ÇPØ i approached the latrine that was positioned next to the slave Kennels and with a deep breath of fresh air...i tugged open the door and peered around the wooden frame biting back a groan of disgust as the wave of fumes greeted me...flies swarmed around my body...eagerly landing on her fresh...young skin...that seemed to want to crawl inside itself as if to escape the chore that awaited me
[10:15a] aeternum¤ÇPØ i lift my chin and marches in setting the bucket of hot...soapy water down and plunging my hand into the water...not allowing the water to even drain from the brush i slapped it with gusto on the seat...scrubbing for all i was worth
[10:16a] aeternum¤ÇPØ my musical voice rose to full throttle as i scrubbed away...moving around to the base and along the wooden shelf that the seat rested on...as if the beauty of song could banish the distaste of this particular chore...i was optimistic by nature however...and despite the smell that brought tears to my bright sapphire eyes...i knew that the Free and slaves would smile in relief when they stumbled out in the morning to a clean outhouse
[10:16a] aeternum¤ÇPØ ~~i winced slightly as i peered into the gaping hole...and gauged how full it was and swallowed quickly as the smell rose to greet me...the seat...the shelf and the floor and walls now scrubbed clean i backed my way out quickly and took in great gulps of fresh air...setting the filthy water down for a moment while i drank in the sweet smell of wind and soil and the surrounding fir trees
[10:17a] aeternum¤ÇPØ quickly makes my way to the edge of the yard...climbing the hill that led to the outcropping of trees and tossed the water into the forest's edge...to be consumed by the plants that would benefit from the ripe watering
[10:17a] aeternum¤ÇPØ i hurried back to the Citadel to the Supply Shed for more supplies...praying to Odin that no one would see me in my present state...and scampered inside to retrieve a large shovel and wooden tub...along with two more wooden pails...dragging the supplies back to the now almost clean latrine...i made my way to the back to complete the last...and worst part of my task
[10:17a] aeternum¤ÇPØ crouched before the small wooden door at the back...and unclasped it with dread...shuddering as the deep metal pan was exposed...the door was not high up enough that any could see to invade the privacy of the user...should they be so inclined to mischief...it was only big enough to allow the pan to be removed and emptied...and cleaned
[10:18a] aeternum¤ÇPØ i pulled it out carefully...so that none of the feces or urine would splash on my body and with a grimace i poured the foul mixture into one of the wooden pails...filling it nearly full and then pouring the rest into the other pail...dropping the dirty pan on the ground behind the latrine i slowly carried each pail...one in each hand to the trees once more...offering them even more fresh fertilizer
[10:18a] aeternum¤ÇPØ i made my way back to the latrine and fetched the dirty pan...tossing it into one of the buckets and heading to the river to rinse them all out...i vowed i would bathe as soon as this was over with for i could not bare to be seen looking and smelling as i did
[10:19a] aeternum¤ÇPØ reached the edge of the river...far a ways down where the water rolled...and twisted...churning and chattering over smooth-polished stones that gleamed in the setting sun....i crouched before the water and plunged the pails and the pan into the cold water...letting the river scrub them clean with sediment and stone...and rinsing them well
[10:19a] aeternum¤ÇPØ i rose to my feet...holding the now clean supplies in the only clean part of her body...my hands...and hurried back to the latrine to replace the now shining odor-free pan...with a twist to the iron hook i closed it tightly and made my way to the Supply Shed placed all the supplies away...in the Laundry Room i find me a fresh kirtle to take back to the river for my own bath
[10:20a] aeternum¤ÇPØ once more my voice rose in song...a tribute to the City of Port Olni and the people that i loved...the Master Bashair and the Guards Mistress Sascha and the Kitchen wench...the other girls and thralls i had been blessed with...and the Free that had visited that i had been privileged to serve and with a light heart and a happy smile i scampered eagerly back to the river for my bath.
8/11/20 Chambers Guest Room kennel cleaned
~once again i am allowed to see another day i stretch and my feet hit the floor i shoo samiam off the bed roll and he stretches too...i gather up the bedding...samiam and me walk to the Laundry Room and deposits the bedding in the basket that is now full so the Laundry wench can get to her washing...with this in mind i gather another basket and i rush down the Hall to Master Bashirs Chambers Mistress Sascha Chambers and the Guest Room that had been frequently used and i gather all three Room of their bedding...trying not to drop any i make the walk back to the Laundry Room
~~to the shelf i choose 3 bedding and retrieving Master Damp Mop and Jarl Broom and dustpan and 3 rep cloths...i make the trip back to the Chambers i open Master Bashirs Door after i set the 3 bedding on the chair in the Hall i lean Master Damp Mop...crossing the Room i pull the drapes to let the sunshine in and open the window wider so the fresh cut of grass fills the Room..i get busy with dusting with the rep cloth making sure i get every speck of dirt and dust...after wards Jarl Broom dances with me all over the Room till the dust pan gets its breakfast of trash
~~the fireplace had not been used since i restocked it...to which it would be ready when needed...i go in the hall and i grasp up one set of bedding and i quickly bur efficiently make up Master Bashirs bed...my mind goes back a few days when he allowed me to warm his furs...i blush slightly...bed all made it is time to mop...so Master Damp Mop come to help fill my dance card...the floor shines beautiful...easing out of the room i close the door allowing the sunshine and breeze marry to make the room fresh
~~sliding down the Hallway to Mistress Sascha Chambers i open the door peeking in seeing the Flowers first off as i enter the Room and they are still fresh looking i open her curtains and push open the window to allow the smell of fresh cut grass enter and the slight breeze that will pair nicely in the Room...i dance around the room making sure not to disturb too much as i dust...i sweep the floor plus under the bed then feeds the Dust Pan once again...the fireplace is untouched i can only presume the warm evenings here lately calls for no warmth from the hearth
~~i gather the bedding and beauties up her bed...i smile as my mind thinks about the gift she gave me and i was allowed to keep...i smooth out the wrinkles...then the dance with Master Damp Mop making sure we get under the bed as well...looking about i tilt my head to the left thinking oO(yep this will do nicely Mistress Sascha will be pleased) as i leave the Room closing the door behind me
~on to the Guest Room...i remember the Master i danced for he and i got real acquainted which led to Master Bashirs coin box get fed...quickly i get started i open curtains and window...dust and sweep floor...getting the bedding and making up the bed for the next Guest who will lay their head...the room smells divine the fresh cut grass and the mixture of sunshine and the slight breeze sure is working keeping the Room fresh...last i mop the Room then exits shutting the door behind me
~~to my kennel i roam...toting the supplies...once in i open the window and draw the drapes...i go around dusting there is not much in here to dust but i do make sure corners ceiling is dust free and no cobwebs...i sweep the floor gathering the dust and dirt...then mops backing out of the kennel...i take the supplies to the Kitchen and i empty they dust pan toss the rep cloths in the basket to be washed and i wash the mop out sets it beside the hearth to dry...i then go to choose a set of bedding for my kennel
~~taking the walk back to my kennel...i enter and make the bed up making sure it looks neat and clean...not much more can be done in here so i exit i smile at the Kennel Master and makes my way to the Supply Room gather a bar of vanilla soap and a towel...then out the back door of the Kitchen to find samiam and to go take a dip at the Waters Edge
~~to the shelf i choose 3 bedding and retrieving Master Damp Mop and Jarl Broom and dustpan and 3 rep cloths...i make the trip back to the Chambers i open Master Bashirs Door after i set the 3 bedding on the chair in the Hall i lean Master Damp Mop...crossing the Room i pull the drapes to let the sunshine in and open the window wider so the fresh cut of grass fills the Room..i get busy with dusting with the rep cloth making sure i get every speck of dirt and dust...after wards Jarl Broom dances with me all over the Room till the dust pan gets its breakfast of trash
~~the fireplace had not been used since i restocked it...to which it would be ready when needed...i go in the hall and i grasp up one set of bedding and i quickly bur efficiently make up Master Bashirs bed...my mind goes back a few days when he allowed me to warm his furs...i blush slightly...bed all made it is time to mop...so Master Damp Mop come to help fill my dance card...the floor shines beautiful...easing out of the room i close the door allowing the sunshine and breeze marry to make the room fresh
~~sliding down the Hallway to Mistress Sascha Chambers i open the door peeking in seeing the Flowers first off as i enter the Room and they are still fresh looking i open her curtains and push open the window to allow the smell of fresh cut grass enter and the slight breeze that will pair nicely in the Room...i dance around the room making sure not to disturb too much as i dust...i sweep the floor plus under the bed then feeds the Dust Pan once again...the fireplace is untouched i can only presume the warm evenings here lately calls for no warmth from the hearth
~~i gather the bedding and beauties up her bed...i smile as my mind thinks about the gift she gave me and i was allowed to keep...i smooth out the wrinkles...then the dance with Master Damp Mop making sure we get under the bed as well...looking about i tilt my head to the left thinking oO(yep this will do nicely Mistress Sascha will be pleased) as i leave the Room closing the door behind me
~on to the Guest Room...i remember the Master i danced for he and i got real acquainted which led to Master Bashirs coin box get fed...quickly i get started i open curtains and window...dust and sweep floor...getting the bedding and making up the bed for the next Guest who will lay their head...the room smells divine the fresh cut grass and the mixture of sunshine and the slight breeze sure is working keeping the Room fresh...last i mop the Room then exits shutting the door behind me
~~to my kennel i roam...toting the supplies...once in i open the window and draw the drapes...i go around dusting there is not much in here to dust but i do make sure corners ceiling is dust free and no cobwebs...i sweep the floor gathering the dust and dirt...then mops backing out of the kennel...i take the supplies to the Kitchen and i empty they dust pan toss the rep cloths in the basket to be washed and i wash the mop out sets it beside the hearth to dry...i then go to choose a set of bedding for my kennel
~~taking the walk back to my kennel...i enter and make the bed up making sure it looks neat and clean...not much more can be done in here so i exit i smile at the Kennel Master and makes my way to the Supply Room gather a bar of vanilla soap and a towel...then out the back door of the Kitchen to find samiam and to go take a dip at the Waters Edge
8/10/20 Morning Chores & Lunch
~~i lift to my feet and moves through the Citadel...sky blue eyes peek about as i make my way out side to the Supply Shed...i climb up the stairs and slips inside pushing the door aside...moves within the Shed and takes up the empty basket i made...grabs an empty bucket pushes it into the barrel of feed for the Vulo...fills it about half way and then makes her way with basket and bucket to the entrance of the Shed...descends the stairs and smiles as feet whisper though the yard moves toward the Vulo Pen and sets the empty basket to the ground...reaches into the bucket with feed and takes a handful...
~~tosses it upon the ground and watches as the birds begin to gather around and peck at it...tosses handful after handful until the bucket is empty...moves to the barrel of water close by and fills the bucket with the water...slips into the Vulo Pen pours the water into the container for them and then slips inside where the nests are...moves along the nests and gathers the eggs noting the pens have been mucked i go to the fence and grab a bundle of hay and tosses some fresh then fluffs up the nests with some fresh hay...
~~after i gently place the eggs gently into the baskets...filling it up with fresh eggs while the Vulo eat...turns and quickly slips from the pen...makes her way to the Kitchen and goes inside...sets the basket to the counter and takes down two big bowls...transfers the eggs to the bowls and then takes the basket and bucket back to the shed...comes back to the Kitchen lifts both bowls in her arms and then enters the Cold Room spotting a place in the back and sets them to the shelf and smiles setting the bowls of eggs there to stay nice and fresh...brushes hands along thighs as i exit the Cold Room...
~~smiles softly and moves back through the Citadle...checking the fires i add small logs to them to make sure they burn hot enough for the day...checks the blackwine that is brewing above the cooking fire...inhales the strong aroma as she stirs it gently she goes back to the vulo pens with a sack and gathers all the feathers she can and takes and places them in the supply shed for making pillows...i retreat to the Kitchen again and washes my hands then turns the Bosk on the spit so that it cooks evenly...crosses the room to enter the Main Room...takes a kneel upon the slave furs...lifting up a basket with some sewing inside i begin to work on quilt she wishes to make for Master Bashirs bed...
~~looks at the sky...sighs softly...early afternoon...time to get the dung sacks filled sighs again for i miss serving Master Bashir when he is gone tending to business...setting the sewing aside i head to the Supply Shed taking one of the large bags from the floor...i head out into the open fields where the Bosks have been roaming the soft long grasses brushing against my long legs as i weave through them heading towards where mainly the Bosk have been grazing...checking the pads by turning over making sure that they are dry before placing into the bag...then moving to the next...
~~dreaming of times past when things were not as now as i place more and more chips into the bag...dragging it behind me as it fills...knowing i would rather be filling the bag with the chips than have to sleep in the bag if not filled...i continue to gather more and more of the dry chips...it is nice out here with out the noise of the yard with others tending to their chores...i watches some of the Out Riders fixing a fence i smile and waves as i work more...finally dragging the heavy full bag back to yard by the Supply Shed...and laying it in the pile of full bags near the big tree that shades the yard during the noon hour...
~~smelling of Bosk dung i head off to wash before making sure that lunch is on and ready for Master Bashir ansd Mistress Sascha ...taking a fluffy towel and the vanilla soap that i love the scent of on my fresh smooth skin...heads down to the Waters Edge...dipping into the cool water...refreshing myself...stalls just a little to float around and just look at the clouds in the sky...quickly exiting the water dries myself off..and on i trek back to the Home i dry my hair...combing to get the tangles out before entering the Kitchen...deposits the towel to the Laundry and the soap and comb to the Supply Cupboard..twirling on my toes to get Master Bashir & Mistress Saschas lunch
~~takes out a tray a two bowsl and four plates with utensils and a napkin and Master Bashirs Tankard and a Goblet for Mistress Sascha...setting them to the tray...lifting the tray going over to the counter and gets a small loaf of bread cutting it long ways then in half the slides cooking fires she shaves off some of the Bosk meat and tops the bread with it along with some of the meats juices...ladles into the bowls some of the vegetable soup...then chooses a chocolate tart for thier sweet tooths.
~~taping the ale barrel filling the Tankard with the frothy brew then takes a sliced tospit places it in the goblet then pops the cork of a bottle of Ka-la-na and passes the bottle to the next girl serving...carefully walking to where each of them sit in the Main Room setting the tray to his and then her table...then once again i kneel to the slave furs and continues my sewing...humming a sweet tune as i do
Lunch Menu:
Bosk Roast Sandwich...Vegetable Soup...Chocolate Pudding
Ale for Master Bashir...Ka-la-na with Tospit for Mistress Sasha
~~tosses it upon the ground and watches as the birds begin to gather around and peck at it...tosses handful after handful until the bucket is empty...moves to the barrel of water close by and fills the bucket with the water...slips into the Vulo Pen pours the water into the container for them and then slips inside where the nests are...moves along the nests and gathers the eggs noting the pens have been mucked i go to the fence and grab a bundle of hay and tosses some fresh then fluffs up the nests with some fresh hay...
~~after i gently place the eggs gently into the baskets...filling it up with fresh eggs while the Vulo eat...turns and quickly slips from the pen...makes her way to the Kitchen and goes inside...sets the basket to the counter and takes down two big bowls...transfers the eggs to the bowls and then takes the basket and bucket back to the shed...comes back to the Kitchen lifts both bowls in her arms and then enters the Cold Room spotting a place in the back and sets them to the shelf and smiles setting the bowls of eggs there to stay nice and fresh...brushes hands along thighs as i exit the Cold Room...
~~smiles softly and moves back through the Citadle...checking the fires i add small logs to them to make sure they burn hot enough for the day...checks the blackwine that is brewing above the cooking fire...inhales the strong aroma as she stirs it gently she goes back to the vulo pens with a sack and gathers all the feathers she can and takes and places them in the supply shed for making pillows...i retreat to the Kitchen again and washes my hands then turns the Bosk on the spit so that it cooks evenly...crosses the room to enter the Main Room...takes a kneel upon the slave furs...lifting up a basket with some sewing inside i begin to work on quilt she wishes to make for Master Bashirs bed...
~~looks at the sky...sighs softly...early afternoon...time to get the dung sacks filled sighs again for i miss serving Master Bashir when he is gone tending to business...setting the sewing aside i head to the Supply Shed taking one of the large bags from the floor...i head out into the open fields where the Bosks have been roaming the soft long grasses brushing against my long legs as i weave through them heading towards where mainly the Bosk have been grazing...checking the pads by turning over making sure that they are dry before placing into the bag...then moving to the next...
~~dreaming of times past when things were not as now as i place more and more chips into the bag...dragging it behind me as it fills...knowing i would rather be filling the bag with the chips than have to sleep in the bag if not filled...i continue to gather more and more of the dry chips...it is nice out here with out the noise of the yard with others tending to their chores...i watches some of the Out Riders fixing a fence i smile and waves as i work more...finally dragging the heavy full bag back to yard by the Supply Shed...and laying it in the pile of full bags near the big tree that shades the yard during the noon hour...
~~smelling of Bosk dung i head off to wash before making sure that lunch is on and ready for Master Bashir ansd Mistress Sascha ...taking a fluffy towel and the vanilla soap that i love the scent of on my fresh smooth skin...heads down to the Waters Edge...dipping into the cool water...refreshing myself...stalls just a little to float around and just look at the clouds in the sky...quickly exiting the water dries myself off..and on i trek back to the Home i dry my hair...combing to get the tangles out before entering the Kitchen...deposits the towel to the Laundry and the soap and comb to the Supply Cupboard..twirling on my toes to get Master Bashir & Mistress Saschas lunch
~~takes out a tray a two bowsl and four plates with utensils and a napkin and Master Bashirs Tankard and a Goblet for Mistress Sascha...setting them to the tray...lifting the tray going over to the counter and gets a small loaf of bread cutting it long ways then in half the slides cooking fires she shaves off some of the Bosk meat and tops the bread with it along with some of the meats juices...ladles into the bowls some of the vegetable soup...then chooses a chocolate tart for thier sweet tooths.
~~taping the ale barrel filling the Tankard with the frothy brew then takes a sliced tospit places it in the goblet then pops the cork of a bottle of Ka-la-na and passes the bottle to the next girl serving...carefully walking to where each of them sit in the Main Room setting the tray to his and then her table...then once again i kneel to the slave furs and continues my sewing...humming a sweet tune as i do
Lunch Menu:
Bosk Roast Sandwich...Vegetable Soup...Chocolate Pudding
Ale for Master Bashir...Ka-la-na with Tospit for Mistress Sasha
8/9/20 Flowers for Mistress Sascha
~~samiam and myself are walking through the Garden where the beautiful flowers are growing...i get an idea...and i go around pinking some pink dinas...once i had a good handful i walk back into the Citadel to the Kitchen i leave samiam out side to roam on his own before night fall
~~i place the dinas on the counter and i retrieve a glass vase to display the flowers in...i pick up each flower and i prune it cutting an angle on the bottom so it an feed when displayed...i pinch off some of the thorns and leaves so the arrangement will look beautiful...i sing a sweet little song as i create
~~i fill the vase with water and i add a little bit of Blue Short Grass to the water it is a tried and true way to keep dinas or other flowers fresh if water is change every few days should stay fresh other then wilt and die...i stir the Grass and i arrange the dinas just so accenting their beauty
~~i look to the leather tong Mistress Sascha given to me with the 3 beads...i shake my arm like i did last night admiring the gift i was awarded to keep a great big smile adorns my porcelain face...i clean up the counter i toss the cutting into the flames of the fire and the flames eat them greedily...i wash off the counter and dry it off...lifting the vase i make my way down the Hall headed to the Chambers
~~i knock on Mistress Saschas door...i hear no reply as to enter...so i open the door just a little bit...seeing she is not asleep or even in the Room it still looks like it did when i cleaned it...i close the drapes but keeps the window ajar...i set the flower arrangement on her night stand so it will be the last thing she sees at night and the first thing in the morning
~~it is a little jester to show her how i appreciate the gift she gave me and also on the accomplishment of becoming a full fledged Physician...i know Master Bashir is proud of her as the other Free in the Home...a Free Woman that the kajiras can go to for woman problems it is easier to talk to a Woman then a Man about somethings...i know she will do her best
~~i look about the dinas look divine and i back out Mistress Saschas Chambers and shut the door very easy...i go to the Main Room i stoke the fire and also light candles and oil lamps i draw the curtains close but leave the windows ajar like i did in the Chambers to to keep freshness alive in the Room...looking around i smile then go and wash my hands in the Kitchen only to return to go and sit by the window my favorite spot and i await the Free
~~i place the dinas on the counter and i retrieve a glass vase to display the flowers in...i pick up each flower and i prune it cutting an angle on the bottom so it an feed when displayed...i pinch off some of the thorns and leaves so the arrangement will look beautiful...i sing a sweet little song as i create
~~i fill the vase with water and i add a little bit of Blue Short Grass to the water it is a tried and true way to keep dinas or other flowers fresh if water is change every few days should stay fresh other then wilt and die...i stir the Grass and i arrange the dinas just so accenting their beauty
~~i look to the leather tong Mistress Sascha given to me with the 3 beads...i shake my arm like i did last night admiring the gift i was awarded to keep a great big smile adorns my porcelain face...i clean up the counter i toss the cutting into the flames of the fire and the flames eat them greedily...i wash off the counter and dry it off...lifting the vase i make my way down the Hall headed to the Chambers
~~i knock on Mistress Saschas door...i hear no reply as to enter...so i open the door just a little bit...seeing she is not asleep or even in the Room it still looks like it did when i cleaned it...i close the drapes but keeps the window ajar...i set the flower arrangement on her night stand so it will be the last thing she sees at night and the first thing in the morning
~~it is a little jester to show her how i appreciate the gift she gave me and also on the accomplishment of becoming a full fledged Physician...i know Master Bashir is proud of her as the other Free in the Home...a Free Woman that the kajiras can go to for woman problems it is easier to talk to a Woman then a Man about somethings...i know she will do her best
~~i look about the dinas look divine and i back out Mistress Saschas Chambers and shut the door very easy...i go to the Main Room i stoke the fire and also light candles and oil lamps i draw the curtains close but leave the windows ajar like i did in the Chambers to to keep freshness alive in the Room...looking around i smile then go and wash my hands in the Kitchen only to return to go and sit by the window my favorite spot and i await the Free
8/9/20 Cleaning the Class Room & Lunch for Master Bashir
~~quietly the blonde bombshell me slipped into the slave Classroom...liquid pools of sapphire gazing about from beneath the flutter of sooty lashes...a warm smile tugging at the corners of lush lips...bare feet carried me further into the Room...moving about i gathered up the many mats and carried them out back into the yard and sat them down then one by one i hung them on the make shift line that was out there
~~i left the mats hanging so they could air out some while i tended other duties back inside...slithering back in i fetched a bucket of hot soapy water...a broom and several old rep clothes use for cleaning...i left the bucket and rags outside the door and entered the Classroom with the broom...moving to far back of the room i began sweeping the floor...making sure to run the broom down the corners of the walls and up along where wall met ceiling in case there where any cob webs...i wanted the kennels to be well clean before the next slave class so the kajira and thralls in bondage had a nice place to gather
~~the floor swept i sat the broom outside the door then pulled the bucket inside with me across the room and knelt down...i dunked a rag into the soapy water then rung it out and began scrubbing the floor...scrub scrub rub a dub...slowly but surely working my way back across the room...taking time to dry the floor as i went...this way the mats could go right back in after i had finished...knees crawling i move inch by inch...mopping and scrubbing until the floor shined
~~humming softly...happily as i went about the task...backing out the door as i finished cleaning the floor...then rising in a fluid motion...i turned on the balls of bare feet and carried the bucket outside...i dumped out the now dirty water then rinsed the bucket and dried it before carrying it back inside and putting it away...i dropped the rags into the small basket then retrieved the broom and went back to where i had hung the mats
~ut by the mats i lifted the broom in the air and brought it down and forward slapping it against a mat then slapping it again before moving to the next mat...i made my way down the line beating each mat in turn...they had been properly cleaned not long ago so just needed a quick cleaning this go around
~~with all the mats beat i hurried to put the broom away then returned to the mats and one by one took them off the line and gave them a good shake before placing them on the ground...the shaking would fluff them up so they'd be nice and soft against the sweet flesh of the slaves who knelt on them
~~the last mat done i gathered them all up and carried them back into the Classroom and arranged them about the room...then she stood back and smiled...it looked and smelled better and if she was lucky her efforts would please Master Bashir and the Kennel Master...i opened the windows of the room so the fresh air and the sunshine would beam their blessings on the Room
~~my chore done i turned and hurried off to find Master Bashirs lunch my small body shivered as my thoughts turned from chores to Him...a low whimper rumbling deep within my throat...my steps quickening suddenly desperate to be in his presence...in the Kitchen she quickly gathered a towel and bar of soap and went to the bathing room and took a bath washing and drying herself and putting on the vanilla scent...then in the Laundry she deposited the towel and bathing needs to their proper place...back in the Kitchen i turned to grasp up a tray for the Administrators lunch
~~carefully i choose the food and drink he would have this afternoon...picking up the tray i smile and walked swiftly into the Main Hall to serve...looking over the tables she can see the handsome Master Bashir already seated and ready for lunch...my hips took on a dance of their own as i approached him slowly kneeling upon his right i melt to the fur holding the tray level with her stomach while my thigh touched gently...i lifted the tray up and out towards him and whispered softly
Menue: Shrimp Gelton Salad...Crab...Fried Sul...Tospit Tart...Sunrise...Juice Cocktail
~~"Master...i offer your lunch and i pray it will please and nourish your body this mid day...i hope you find my dedication to you favorable" i place the tray before him on the table...then retract my arms laying my palms upward on silky thighs that part as i await his reply in silence
~~i left the mats hanging so they could air out some while i tended other duties back inside...slithering back in i fetched a bucket of hot soapy water...a broom and several old rep clothes use for cleaning...i left the bucket and rags outside the door and entered the Classroom with the broom...moving to far back of the room i began sweeping the floor...making sure to run the broom down the corners of the walls and up along where wall met ceiling in case there where any cob webs...i wanted the kennels to be well clean before the next slave class so the kajira and thralls in bondage had a nice place to gather
~~the floor swept i sat the broom outside the door then pulled the bucket inside with me across the room and knelt down...i dunked a rag into the soapy water then rung it out and began scrubbing the floor...scrub scrub rub a dub...slowly but surely working my way back across the room...taking time to dry the floor as i went...this way the mats could go right back in after i had finished...knees crawling i move inch by inch...mopping and scrubbing until the floor shined
~~humming softly...happily as i went about the task...backing out the door as i finished cleaning the floor...then rising in a fluid motion...i turned on the balls of bare feet and carried the bucket outside...i dumped out the now dirty water then rinsed the bucket and dried it before carrying it back inside and putting it away...i dropped the rags into the small basket then retrieved the broom and went back to where i had hung the mats
~ut by the mats i lifted the broom in the air and brought it down and forward slapping it against a mat then slapping it again before moving to the next mat...i made my way down the line beating each mat in turn...they had been properly cleaned not long ago so just needed a quick cleaning this go around
~~with all the mats beat i hurried to put the broom away then returned to the mats and one by one took them off the line and gave them a good shake before placing them on the ground...the shaking would fluff them up so they'd be nice and soft against the sweet flesh of the slaves who knelt on them
~~the last mat done i gathered them all up and carried them back into the Classroom and arranged them about the room...then she stood back and smiled...it looked and smelled better and if she was lucky her efforts would please Master Bashir and the Kennel Master...i opened the windows of the room so the fresh air and the sunshine would beam their blessings on the Room
~~my chore done i turned and hurried off to find Master Bashirs lunch my small body shivered as my thoughts turned from chores to Him...a low whimper rumbling deep within my throat...my steps quickening suddenly desperate to be in his presence...in the Kitchen she quickly gathered a towel and bar of soap and went to the bathing room and took a bath washing and drying herself and putting on the vanilla scent...then in the Laundry she deposited the towel and bathing needs to their proper place...back in the Kitchen i turned to grasp up a tray for the Administrators lunch
~~carefully i choose the food and drink he would have this afternoon...picking up the tray i smile and walked swiftly into the Main Hall to serve...looking over the tables she can see the handsome Master Bashir already seated and ready for lunch...my hips took on a dance of their own as i approached him slowly kneeling upon his right i melt to the fur holding the tray level with her stomach while my thigh touched gently...i lifted the tray up and out towards him and whispered softly
Menue: Shrimp Gelton Salad...Crab...Fried Sul...Tospit Tart...Sunrise...Juice Cocktail
~~"Master...i offer your lunch and i pray it will please and nourish your body this mid day...i hope you find my dedication to you favorable" i place the tray before him on the table...then retract my arms laying my palms upward on silky thighs that part as i await his reply in silence
8/8/20 Dressing Vulos
~~my eyes popped open as the sun hit my face...sitting straight up on the bedroll and rubbing my sleepy eyes...my arms stretched wide with my mouth opening to an awakening yawn...rising up to the floor i rose from my furs...still sleepy as i put on my oldest kirtle...i pull my golden hair up out my way...tieing it back into a little round knot...my tiny feet padding across the wooden floors making her way to the Vulo coop...where i will butcher some Vulos...samiam following me
~~as i entered the coop...the Vulos began to scatter...i was much afraid of the Vulos as they were me...each time i entered a vulo coop...she would remember where her fear came from...being a curious child i had been chased by hens...and had them pluck me good when i came close to their chicks...i thought they were cute and only wanted to hold them in my hands...
~~i filled pails of water...hauling them back and forth as she began to fill the two kettles just outside the coop...once they were filled...i then started a fire underneath the kettles...bringing the water to a boil...i then gathered the buckets i'd use for the draining of the Vulo (shivers at the thought of the blood draining slowly in the bucket hearing a drip...drip...drip..as the blood hit each pail)
~~to get their attention off of me...i scattered some grain of corn on the ground...and they began to eat...now the chase would be on...feeling my heart pounding in my chest...my baby blue eyes dancing around coop...i stretched my slender arms out wide as i approached the Vulos...
~~they moved quickly and began to cackle i grabbed the first one by the legs and lifted it off the ground holding it upside down by it's legs...the vulos wings started flapping...with one hand my slender fingers wrapped around the vulos legs...i held it in a tight grip so it wouldn't escape my hand...i knew if it got away there was no chance of getting it back on this day...
~~being a slave...i didn't really like the use of knives...so i avoided their use as much as possible...rather than putting it's ugly little head on the chopping block...i used another method of killing the Vulo....while holding the Vulo in my hand and the wings still flapping...i wrapped my slender fingers around it's neck and with one quick flick of my wrist...i bent it upward “snap” she closed my eyes then felt the Vulos neck breaking in the palm of my hand...
~~i dropped it on the ground...letting it flop around until it became lifeless...as i watched the bird flopping around she “giggled” as i thought of how they would say oO(that one would run around like a Vulo with it's head cut off) i did this five more times...killing a total of six Vulos
~~ once lifeless it was time to drain out some their blood...i picked the vulos up by their feet...and carried them over to the line...i pinned them upside down to the wire cloths like line in the yard...hanging over a bucket...i wrapped a rep cloth around the handle of the knife...then opened the mouth of the vulo and slid the long slender blade of the knife between its beak and slightly down the throat....with a careful move i cut across the jugular...she was careful not to cut through the back of the neck...
~~in no time the blood had drained from the Vulos...so i was now ready to pluck the feathers...i moved to the line to remove two of the Vulos...as i stood over the pot the steam hitting me in my face as i dipped the first one in the hot water and laid it on the table...then dipped the second one...hung them back over the buckets...letting both cool down some before i began to pull their feathers...
~~my tiny hands gripped the feathers...pulling them downward...careful as not to tear the skin...i pulled the large feathers then the small feathers...after girl plucked the feathers...i slid the Vulos on a metal rod...one on each end...i put it on my shoulders and walked lightly across the yard...carrying them to the open pit...i held them over the flame...singeing the remainder of the small feathers from the Vulos...i repeated this process until all six were were cleaned of their feathers...
~~glancing up to the sun...i realized i needed to finish quickly so the Vulos wouldn't spoil...i took a clean rep cloth and wiped the sweat from my brow...harta i moved...as i took another clean cloth and wrapped it around the handle of the knife...i pinched the tail of the Vulo between her thumb and her index finger lifting it to the table...
~~carefully i began cutting around the anus to free the intestines of each bird...i then took the sharp blade and began slicing through it's skin to cut off the head of the Vulo at the base of it's neck...trying not to hurl as my tiny hand reached inside the vulo to loosen it's organs...the heart...the liver...the gizzards...i pulled my hand from the inside of the Vulo...then turned it around...and lifted it's tale...pulling it's insides out through it's anus end...i did this for each of the Vulos...
~~ once she had finished dressing the Vulos she cut their feet off tossing the feet to the side to use in Vulo soup...i dipped the Vulos in the second kettle...washing anything remaining on the outside of the Vulos...the skin was so white and clear of any feathers...i hung three of the Vulos in the Smoke House...and the other three she put some salt on them and wrapped them in white paper...to be stored in the Cold Room...waiting to be used...my little belly began to growl as i thought of oO (smoked Vulo and the fried Vulo the Free Men and Patrons and i would have mmmmm)
~~with no time to day dream..i quickly cleaned up the mess...i emptied the buckets...washed out the kettles...cleaned the knives...and put everything back into it's place...i now needed a long hot bath...and a fresh kirtle before i'd present myself to the Free Men and Ladies...the one thing i always wondered is oO(why they call it dressing Vulos...when you're taking everything...out and off) lol the i smile as i pitter patter to fetch a towel and soap....
~~as i entered the coop...the Vulos began to scatter...i was much afraid of the Vulos as they were me...each time i entered a vulo coop...she would remember where her fear came from...being a curious child i had been chased by hens...and had them pluck me good when i came close to their chicks...i thought they were cute and only wanted to hold them in my hands...
~~i filled pails of water...hauling them back and forth as she began to fill the two kettles just outside the coop...once they were filled...i then started a fire underneath the kettles...bringing the water to a boil...i then gathered the buckets i'd use for the draining of the Vulo (shivers at the thought of the blood draining slowly in the bucket hearing a drip...drip...drip..as the blood hit each pail)
~~to get their attention off of me...i scattered some grain of corn on the ground...and they began to eat...now the chase would be on...feeling my heart pounding in my chest...my baby blue eyes dancing around coop...i stretched my slender arms out wide as i approached the Vulos...
~~they moved quickly and began to cackle i grabbed the first one by the legs and lifted it off the ground holding it upside down by it's legs...the vulos wings started flapping...with one hand my slender fingers wrapped around the vulos legs...i held it in a tight grip so it wouldn't escape my hand...i knew if it got away there was no chance of getting it back on this day...
~~being a slave...i didn't really like the use of knives...so i avoided their use as much as possible...rather than putting it's ugly little head on the chopping block...i used another method of killing the Vulo....while holding the Vulo in my hand and the wings still flapping...i wrapped my slender fingers around it's neck and with one quick flick of my wrist...i bent it upward “snap” she closed my eyes then felt the Vulos neck breaking in the palm of my hand...
~~i dropped it on the ground...letting it flop around until it became lifeless...as i watched the bird flopping around she “giggled” as i thought of how they would say oO(that one would run around like a Vulo with it's head cut off) i did this five more times...killing a total of six Vulos
~~ once lifeless it was time to drain out some their blood...i picked the vulos up by their feet...and carried them over to the line...i pinned them upside down to the wire cloths like line in the yard...hanging over a bucket...i wrapped a rep cloth around the handle of the knife...then opened the mouth of the vulo and slid the long slender blade of the knife between its beak and slightly down the throat....with a careful move i cut across the jugular...she was careful not to cut through the back of the neck...
~~in no time the blood had drained from the Vulos...so i was now ready to pluck the feathers...i moved to the line to remove two of the Vulos...as i stood over the pot the steam hitting me in my face as i dipped the first one in the hot water and laid it on the table...then dipped the second one...hung them back over the buckets...letting both cool down some before i began to pull their feathers...
~~my tiny hands gripped the feathers...pulling them downward...careful as not to tear the skin...i pulled the large feathers then the small feathers...after girl plucked the feathers...i slid the Vulos on a metal rod...one on each end...i put it on my shoulders and walked lightly across the yard...carrying them to the open pit...i held them over the flame...singeing the remainder of the small feathers from the Vulos...i repeated this process until all six were were cleaned of their feathers...
~~glancing up to the sun...i realized i needed to finish quickly so the Vulos wouldn't spoil...i took a clean rep cloth and wiped the sweat from my brow...harta i moved...as i took another clean cloth and wrapped it around the handle of the knife...i pinched the tail of the Vulo between her thumb and her index finger lifting it to the table...
~~carefully i began cutting around the anus to free the intestines of each bird...i then took the sharp blade and began slicing through it's skin to cut off the head of the Vulo at the base of it's neck...trying not to hurl as my tiny hand reached inside the vulo to loosen it's organs...the heart...the liver...the gizzards...i pulled my hand from the inside of the Vulo...then turned it around...and lifted it's tale...pulling it's insides out through it's anus end...i did this for each of the Vulos...
~~ once she had finished dressing the Vulos she cut their feet off tossing the feet to the side to use in Vulo soup...i dipped the Vulos in the second kettle...washing anything remaining on the outside of the Vulos...the skin was so white and clear of any feathers...i hung three of the Vulos in the Smoke House...and the other three she put some salt on them and wrapped them in white paper...to be stored in the Cold Room...waiting to be used...my little belly began to growl as i thought of oO (smoked Vulo and the fried Vulo the Free Men and Patrons and i would have mmmmm)
~~with no time to day dream..i quickly cleaned up the mess...i emptied the buckets...washed out the kettles...cleaned the knives...and put everything back into it's place...i now needed a long hot bath...and a fresh kirtle before i'd present myself to the Free Men and Ladies...the one thing i always wondered is oO(why they call it dressing Vulos...when you're taking everything...out and off) lol the i smile as i pitter patter to fetch a towel and soap....
8/7/20 a private dace for a visiting Free Man
~~gliding to the dance floor the Gorean silk slithers across lushness falling to a knot then slipping over a bare hip to fall down to fine strong ankles...sky blue eyes sparkle as they scan over many bodies...a shiver runs through me as my heat rages...pink tongue slithers over my rosy lips as arms snake up the hard wooden pole until the backs of her hands meet...
~~slowly...lids slip closed as the music fills me from the tip of perfect toes to the top of my head covered in tresses reminding all of the setting sun during a storm...sultry hips sway as my knees bend pressing her back against the pole...a foot moves away pulling the body behind it...spinning like the wind against the Thassa waters suddenly...reaching out and grasping with need the post...
~~like the larl in heat...a moan slips form my wet mouth my lithe form falls breast capturing the hard cool wood in their valley...like an eel slipping into water i slide down the wooden shaft my head tossing back in ecstasy...round shoulders fall back to the sandy floor my hips pumping against the pole with the beat of the notes that fall from the tabor...in my mind it is him that i am touching and suddenly Hhs hands are burning my body...
~~an almost silent scream escapes my swollen mouth...as a shutter rips through my body...suddenly my eyes flutter open as i roll to my taut belly...slithering across the area my dew kissed body covered with coarse sand stops at his boots...where my lips fall to the weathered leather in a hushed plea...
~~ever so slowly...i lay my left cheek against the floor...carefully i lift Hhs boot and places it upon my swan like neck...eyes closing in pleasure of my absolute submission...the Free Man lifts his boot off my neck reaches down and pulls me to his lap...
~~gives me a kiss to my forehead and tells me i did a great job i had aroused him...and to meet him in the Guest Chambers for the evening to take care of his needs...i lift from his lap...steps forward a few steps looks over my shoulder smiles and blinks my eyelashes to taunt him as i shashay down the Hall to the Guest Chambers to meet with him
~~slowly...lids slip closed as the music fills me from the tip of perfect toes to the top of my head covered in tresses reminding all of the setting sun during a storm...sultry hips sway as my knees bend pressing her back against the pole...a foot moves away pulling the body behind it...spinning like the wind against the Thassa waters suddenly...reaching out and grasping with need the post...
~~like the larl in heat...a moan slips form my wet mouth my lithe form falls breast capturing the hard cool wood in their valley...like an eel slipping into water i slide down the wooden shaft my head tossing back in ecstasy...round shoulders fall back to the sandy floor my hips pumping against the pole with the beat of the notes that fall from the tabor...in my mind it is him that i am touching and suddenly Hhs hands are burning my body...
~~an almost silent scream escapes my swollen mouth...as a shutter rips through my body...suddenly my eyes flutter open as i roll to my taut belly...slithering across the area my dew kissed body covered with coarse sand stops at his boots...where my lips fall to the weathered leather in a hushed plea...
~~ever so slowly...i lay my left cheek against the floor...carefully i lift Hhs boot and places it upon my swan like neck...eyes closing in pleasure of my absolute submission...the Free Man lifts his boot off my neck reaches down and pulls me to his lap...
~~gives me a kiss to my forehead and tells me i did a great job i had aroused him...and to meet him in the Guest Chambers for the evening to take care of his needs...i lift from his lap...steps forward a few steps looks over my shoulder smiles and blinks my eyelashes to taunt him as i shashay down the Hall to the Guest Chambers to meet with him
8/7/20 Not Fearing Anything
~~after finishing my morning chores...i head to the Shed to grab a fishing pole as i am grabbing my pole...i hear the Guard coming from the docks with a basket on his back over flowing with wriggling fish...i watch as one of the slippery creatures leaps from the basket and flops about on the ground...I rush to snatch it up before he loses the rest of his days haul chasing it
~~i help him get the fish into the Storage barrel...seeing the barrel full to over filling...i decide to visit the hives instead of fishing...stopping by the Main Room long enough to light a torch to take with me and supplies to gather honey with...i make my way through the woods to the hives nestled among the trees against the side of the mountain...walking confidently up to the first hive...i wave the torches smoke beneath the hive a few times letting the smoke waft around the papery home to the insects
~~reaching my hand into the hive carefully so as not to disturb them too much...i feel around for the waxy comb that i know is nestled inside...a few of the bees come out to greet her...landing on her cheek and nose...i giggle a little at the tickling of their feet on my face...i find what i seek and pulls it from the hive...my hand coated in the sticky sweet goo that covers the comb...i take the bowl from my bag and places the comb in it...nudging a bee or two from my acquisition
~~one tiny overseer accompanies me from hive to hive buzzing about my face and hands as i deftly pulls combs from each hive...once complete...i hold up my hand as her yellow and black friend lands there “do you approve wee one?” she asks moving her hand close to her face to examine the tiny insect...its little antenna regard me curiously as it takes a step or two forward then leaps in to the air...its buzzing wings carrying it back to its hive
~~i scrape the excess honey from my hand into the bowl and lifting it...turns to carry it back to the Home...i see the Guard watching me from a respectable distance...i smile at him...knowing how uneasy he was around the bees...he always seemed to watch over me as i collected honey...i guess he feared for my safety...i could not really get through to him that me and the bees were friends
~~after depositing the honey in the Kitchen for me to process later and washing up some...i grabs the torch again and heads to the woods the Guard was in the yard now when i exited "Master can you come with me please? i wish to examine the tarsk burrow...we have not seen a wild one in a while and i wish to know if the Hunters have killed them all” he nodded to me “as you wish...lil bond" his voice always surprised her with its deep resonance
~~the two of them made there way to the burrows...the Guard standing by with a spear in hand...i toss the torch into the opening and runs to stand behind him...after a moment i peaked out from behind his arm "nothing” was all that he said...i nod to him said “i am going to have a look inside” “That is not a good idea lilone what if one is still in there?” his concern deep and genuine
~~“nonsense...they would have come out if there had been any left in there and what do you propose? you going in?” i snicker looking up at the giant of a man...the Guard bristled a bit and lowered his head and spear...then followed me to the entrance...getting down on my hands and knees...i crawled through the tight opening into the mouth of the burrow
~~i reach out to take the torch i had tossed inside and held it up as much as i could to look around...all signs of the wild tarsk that were there were gone...withdrawing from the burrows with the Guards help...him practically lifting me from my feet...i brush the debris from me...as the pair head back to the Home i turn to the Guard...and says "will you let Master Bashir know that we believe that wild tarsk are gone...i am not sure if he will be happy that the nuisances are gone or he will wish them to return as they were good hunting” the Guard gave me a nod and trotted off to find Master Bashir
~~i go about my chores with a little pep to my step and a smile to my lips knowing that with her keeping busy Master Bashir will be pleased with her...i go to the barn to check on the newborn calf that was delivered yesterday ...seeing the little beast nuzzled up to his momma feeding ...i smiled now knowing he is doing well pats the momma saying "good girl" then she rushes back to the Citadel to bathe and make myself better presentable to serve lunch
LUNCH MENUE:
Katch Salad...Pasta w/Sauce...Garlic Buttered Bread
Melon Cocktail...DESERT: Melon
8/6/20 Settting a Scene
~~tiptoes in while he is at work with a basket full of flower petals and scented candles i pauses and set the basket down i go to the fire place and stokes the fire placing logs on the fire irons and stirs the embers...a nice roaring fire emerges...i spread a nice white fluffy larl skin rug in front of the fire and tosses various size pillows around
~~takes takes from the basket the scented candle and places them every where lighting them setting just the right aviance to the room...i take the flower pedals and sprinkles them on the rug the reds blues and yellow and purple mixing to the right artistic touch...i step back and smiles then takes the basket to the Kitchen and places it in the closet i turn looking about the Kitchen
~~my slave heart beating rapidly as i want so badly to serve him...i carefully runs two velvet palms along a delicate form slightly moans as i smoothes out the creases of my garmet that dona a full figured body...i pause a brief moment so i may gaze upon my treasures before turning towards the counter and padding softly to the sound of slave bells heard throughout the Kitchen as i move
~~stands on my tip toes grabbing his personal Tankard the silver one with his creast and three green gems from the cupboard carefully...i set the goblet down atop the counter slowly i bend over at the waist as i search for a tray on the bottom shelf finding a small ebony tray setting it down atop the counter with the Tankard atop it...and goes to the Cold Room and retrieves a bota of ale then sets the bota
upon the black tray
~~quickly padding to the cupboard that contains the plates i picks out a perfect ebony plate and polishes it with the edge of my garment until i can see a smiling face in the glaze of the plate....with the plate cradled gently in one arm...i turn back to the Cold Room and tugs the door open "humpt" just wide enough for me to enter i let out a shrill "moan" as the chill invades her senses
~~feeling the buds that don a silken chest harden...as if searches for the baskets of fresh fruit...ifnding the Larma i peer into the basket and finds a perfect one free of blemishes and polishes it with the edge of my silks placing it carefully on the plate....in the next basket...i spy an irresistable cluster of Ta Grapes and places them delicately on the plate right next to the Larma
~~i go down the line of baskets...and sees a plate of freshly cut juicy melon and places a few slices down on the plate next to the other fruits...seeing that the plate is full...i make my way out of the Cold Room and places the plate atop the tray...then lifts it to a delicate hip
~~slowly making my way thru the Kitchen to the Main Room i lowers the golden pools that don a delicate head to the blanket she has made available for the night...lowering myself to a kneel upon it...i places the tray on a tiny table near by...taking the plate of fruit and aranging it just so then takes the Tankard holding it to a silken belly for three ehns... whispering a small prayer for His health and well being
~~i sets it back down and stands looking to my offering for him when he get home...and smiles the smile he so loves to see upon my face..i races to the Laundry and chooses his most delicate tunic of green and quickly come to his chair and drapes it upon it i turn looking about once more and leaves to bathe and prepare herself for the eve
*leaves a note*
~~takes takes from the basket the scented candle and places them every where lighting them setting just the right aviance to the room...i take the flower pedals and sprinkles them on the rug the reds blues and yellow and purple mixing to the right artistic touch...i step back and smiles then takes the basket to the Kitchen and places it in the closet i turn looking about the Kitchen
~~my slave heart beating rapidly as i want so badly to serve him...i carefully runs two velvet palms along a delicate form slightly moans as i smoothes out the creases of my garmet that dona a full figured body...i pause a brief moment so i may gaze upon my treasures before turning towards the counter and padding softly to the sound of slave bells heard throughout the Kitchen as i move
~~stands on my tip toes grabbing his personal Tankard the silver one with his creast and three green gems from the cupboard carefully...i set the goblet down atop the counter slowly i bend over at the waist as i search for a tray on the bottom shelf finding a small ebony tray setting it down atop the counter with the Tankard atop it...and goes to the Cold Room and retrieves a bota of ale then sets the bota
upon the black tray
~~quickly padding to the cupboard that contains the plates i picks out a perfect ebony plate and polishes it with the edge of my garment until i can see a smiling face in the glaze of the plate....with the plate cradled gently in one arm...i turn back to the Cold Room and tugs the door open "humpt" just wide enough for me to enter i let out a shrill "moan" as the chill invades her senses
~~feeling the buds that don a silken chest harden...as if searches for the baskets of fresh fruit...ifnding the Larma i peer into the basket and finds a perfect one free of blemishes and polishes it with the edge of my silks placing it carefully on the plate....in the next basket...i spy an irresistable cluster of Ta Grapes and places them delicately on the plate right next to the Larma
~~i go down the line of baskets...and sees a plate of freshly cut juicy melon and places a few slices down on the plate next to the other fruits...seeing that the plate is full...i make my way out of the Cold Room and places the plate atop the tray...then lifts it to a delicate hip
~~slowly making my way thru the Kitchen to the Main Room i lowers the golden pools that don a delicate head to the blanket she has made available for the night...lowering myself to a kneel upon it...i places the tray on a tiny table near by...taking the plate of fruit and aranging it just so then takes the Tankard holding it to a silken belly for three ehns... whispering a small prayer for His health and well being
~~i sets it back down and stands looking to my offering for him when he get home...and smiles the smile he so loves to see upon my face..i races to the Laundry and chooses his most delicate tunic of green and quickly come to his chair and drapes it upon it i turn looking about once more and leaves to bathe and prepare herself for the eve
*leaves a note*
8/6/20 Cleaning the Offices
~~waking up in Master Bashirs furs...i reach over to hug him and he is gone...i frown and sit up straight...i lean over then i rise and push my long blonde hair behind me i toss of the covers and swing my feet over the edge of the bed...my feet hit the floor and i stand up and stretch way up high over to my left them over to my right and let out a big sigh...only wishing to stay in bed cuddled up with Master Bashir patting my ass
~~samiam was sleeping on the fur before the fireplace...i chuckle when i see him stretch also...i walk over to the window and draw the drapes open i swing open the window and inhale the freshness of a new day...stretching a bit more before getting started with my chores i have a plan for later brewing in my mind ...this makes me smile...i make up Master Bashirs bed leaving it as it did before we rumbled in the furs last eve
~~i motion for samiam to follow me i close the Chamber door shut...walking down the Hall to the Kitchen i prepare samiam a little of the fish we had left over i presume the other day as it looks and a bowl of milk...my self i get the good ole slave gruel to with i had a hand full of berries and sugar and a cup of chocolate milk (shhh) with buttered toasted bread...i clean up our mess before letting samiam out for his daily adventures
~~ i turn to the Supply Closet to fetch the broom dustpan and a few rep cloths then finally a mop that is damp...where i will be using it it need not be that wet...just a light going over...i take the treasure i find and walk down the Hall to the Office of the Administrator Master Bashires Office...i open the door set down the supplies except a rep cloth...first off i draw the drapes open and push the window open i see the sun is rising a bit more and the thrall rushing around letting the Bosk roam the field and the Kailla get exercise
~~i go around the Office putting files books and scrolls away rearranging the things up on the desk...i dust lightly the furniture and shelves ...shaking the rep cloth freeing it of the light dust that hand attached it self to the rep cloth...i grab Master Broom and like always we dance around the room he is going to be a excellent dance i keep teaching when i am cleaning...i giggle to my self...i allow the dustpan to eat up the mess we had created and piled in one spot
~~i change partners and we make the floor shine especially when the sun beams streak in looks like ice that we are skating on...as we make it to the door i smile closing it behind me...taking the supplies with me to the Small Treatment Room of Mistress Sascha...opening the door setting the supplies down and of course i make my way to the window opening the curtains and the window...for the fresh air
~~this room always smells like paga...i go around carefully not to disturb anything but dust what i am able...i wipe off the desk stacking files upon the desk...leaving the books open to the page they were left on i admire all the bottle of medicine and beakers of who knows what is being concocted here...sweeping up the light dust and shining the floors i leave the Room cleaner than when i arrived...i shut the door behind me...another chore crossed off the weekly list to do
~~i return the broom and empty the dust pan and wash out the mop and setting it on the back porch of the Kitchen to dry...looking up i see samiam playing with a small ball of yarn one of the other girls must of gave him a play toy every one likes him...i turn back inside and rid my belt of the rep clothes i used in my chore tossing them in the laundry basket
~~i take a little break sitting on one of the chairs on the front porch of the Citadel and look out over the yard...thinking about the plan i have in mind for latter after Dinner...i sure hope it plays out as i picture it in my head..i know it will just getting stuff ready will be the hard part with out anyone knowing...lol
~~samiam was sleeping on the fur before the fireplace...i chuckle when i see him stretch also...i walk over to the window and draw the drapes open i swing open the window and inhale the freshness of a new day...stretching a bit more before getting started with my chores i have a plan for later brewing in my mind ...this makes me smile...i make up Master Bashirs bed leaving it as it did before we rumbled in the furs last eve
~~i motion for samiam to follow me i close the Chamber door shut...walking down the Hall to the Kitchen i prepare samiam a little of the fish we had left over i presume the other day as it looks and a bowl of milk...my self i get the good ole slave gruel to with i had a hand full of berries and sugar and a cup of chocolate milk (shhh) with buttered toasted bread...i clean up our mess before letting samiam out for his daily adventures
~~ i turn to the Supply Closet to fetch the broom dustpan and a few rep cloths then finally a mop that is damp...where i will be using it it need not be that wet...just a light going over...i take the treasure i find and walk down the Hall to the Office of the Administrator Master Bashires Office...i open the door set down the supplies except a rep cloth...first off i draw the drapes open and push the window open i see the sun is rising a bit more and the thrall rushing around letting the Bosk roam the field and the Kailla get exercise
~~i go around the Office putting files books and scrolls away rearranging the things up on the desk...i dust lightly the furniture and shelves ...shaking the rep cloth freeing it of the light dust that hand attached it self to the rep cloth...i grab Master Broom and like always we dance around the room he is going to be a excellent dance i keep teaching when i am cleaning...i giggle to my self...i allow the dustpan to eat up the mess we had created and piled in one spot
~~i change partners and we make the floor shine especially when the sun beams streak in looks like ice that we are skating on...as we make it to the door i smile closing it behind me...taking the supplies with me to the Small Treatment Room of Mistress Sascha...opening the door setting the supplies down and of course i make my way to the window opening the curtains and the window...for the fresh air
~~this room always smells like paga...i go around carefully not to disturb anything but dust what i am able...i wipe off the desk stacking files upon the desk...leaving the books open to the page they were left on i admire all the bottle of medicine and beakers of who knows what is being concocted here...sweeping up the light dust and shining the floors i leave the Room cleaner than when i arrived...i shut the door behind me...another chore crossed off the weekly list to do
~~i return the broom and empty the dust pan and wash out the mop and setting it on the back porch of the Kitchen to dry...looking up i see samiam playing with a small ball of yarn one of the other girls must of gave him a play toy every one likes him...i turn back inside and rid my belt of the rep clothes i used in my chore tossing them in the laundry basket
~~i take a little break sitting on one of the chairs on the front porch of the Citadel and look out over the yard...thinking about the plan i have in mind for latter after Dinner...i sure hope it plays out as i picture it in my head..i know it will just getting stuff ready will be the hard part with out anyone knowing...lol
8/5/20 Cleaning Chambers and my kennel
~~it was sure good to be back on familiar...waking once again in Master Bashirs bed i hop to the floor and strip his bedding and takes them in the Hallway..i walk to Mistress Saschas Chambers and strip her bedding as well..i need to get back into the swing of things and keep everything neat and clean
~~i take Mistresss bedding along with Master Bashirs bedding to the Laundry and hand them over to the Laundry wench...i choose from the shelves 2 new bedding bundles...i take them down the Hall and set them to the table...i rush off to my kennel and gather the bedding there as well samiam follows me to the Kitchen i let him out and then adds my bedding to the others i brought
~~i fetch a broom dustpan damp mop and heads down the Hall to the Chambers...i prop the mop and dustpan at the door of Master Bashirs Chambers...i enter with the broom first i draw open the cutains to let the sunshine in then i push the window open wider for the fresh morning air to breeze through...i begin to dust the dresser and side table along with a few shelves and wardrobe...i place the rep in the belt of my kirtle then from one corner to another i sweep the floor even under the bed...the pile of dust at the door i place in the dust pan
~~i choose the bedding i brought for him...and i begin making it up being sure to make the hospital corners as he is used to the pillow cases hug the fluffy pillows and the duvet is spread over top accenting the room...i slip to the door and grab my dance partner Maser Mop and wet cut a rug and make our way around the Chambers leaving the floor to shine...we exit the Chambers i shut the door
~~now in Mistress Saschas Chambers i do just about the same as i did in Master Bashirs drawing open the curtains and pushing the window open the fresh cut grass inters the room...the smell is almost like melons...i smile and wave to one of the Free Men that pass by...around her room i dust...not much because i know the Mistress keeps her room tidy... i sweep the room from the four corners and the dust pan eats once again...i make up her bed fluff her pillows and toss the duvet upon the bed...smiling knowing i am almost done another dance with Master Mop and i am finished i close the door behind me
~~taking the supplies with me we walk to my kennel... i do a light dusting opens the drapes and window i inhale deeply something about that fresh cut grass just makes one smile...i sweep the floor i feed the dustpan one last time...i take the supplies to the Supply Room i empty the dust pan...and wash out the mop setting it beside the hearth to dry...in the Laundry Room i choose nice sheets then i rush to my kennel and makes my bed up nice and neat...pillows accent the bed
~~looking around i smile...i think oO(yes i am home and things will look great) once again i go to the Laundry Room tossing my kirtle to the basket i grasp up a fluffy towel and a bar of soap and i go take a long hot bath...till the palms of my hands are wrinkled..i dry off and tosses the towel in the Laundry basket i choose another garment...shimmies into it i walk away with a little sway to my steps
~~i take Mistresss bedding along with Master Bashirs bedding to the Laundry and hand them over to the Laundry wench...i choose from the shelves 2 new bedding bundles...i take them down the Hall and set them to the table...i rush off to my kennel and gather the bedding there as well samiam follows me to the Kitchen i let him out and then adds my bedding to the others i brought
~~i fetch a broom dustpan damp mop and heads down the Hall to the Chambers...i prop the mop and dustpan at the door of Master Bashirs Chambers...i enter with the broom first i draw open the cutains to let the sunshine in then i push the window open wider for the fresh morning air to breeze through...i begin to dust the dresser and side table along with a few shelves and wardrobe...i place the rep in the belt of my kirtle then from one corner to another i sweep the floor even under the bed...the pile of dust at the door i place in the dust pan
~~i choose the bedding i brought for him...and i begin making it up being sure to make the hospital corners as he is used to the pillow cases hug the fluffy pillows and the duvet is spread over top accenting the room...i slip to the door and grab my dance partner Maser Mop and wet cut a rug and make our way around the Chambers leaving the floor to shine...we exit the Chambers i shut the door
~~now in Mistress Saschas Chambers i do just about the same as i did in Master Bashirs drawing open the curtains and pushing the window open the fresh cut grass inters the room...the smell is almost like melons...i smile and wave to one of the Free Men that pass by...around her room i dust...not much because i know the Mistress keeps her room tidy... i sweep the room from the four corners and the dust pan eats once again...i make up her bed fluff her pillows and toss the duvet upon the bed...smiling knowing i am almost done another dance with Master Mop and i am finished i close the door behind me
~~taking the supplies with me we walk to my kennel... i do a light dusting opens the drapes and window i inhale deeply something about that fresh cut grass just makes one smile...i sweep the floor i feed the dustpan one last time...i take the supplies to the Supply Room i empty the dust pan...and wash out the mop setting it beside the hearth to dry...in the Laundry Room i choose nice sheets then i rush to my kennel and makes my bed up nice and neat...pillows accent the bed
~~looking around i smile...i think oO(yes i am home and things will look great) once again i go to the Laundry Room tossing my kirtle to the basket i grasp up a fluffy towel and a bar of soap and i go take a long hot bath...till the palms of my hands are wrinkled..i dry off and tosses the towel in the Laundry basket i choose another garment...shimmies into it i walk away with a little sway to my steps
8/4/20 Short Story--Tiny Cage
~~i sit under the shade of the Tospit Tree out back were a few of the other girls from the Home are seated mending the clothes of the Free...i join in as i pick up a torn tunic sleeve...they all laugh giggle gossip...i thread the bone needle sits crossed legged and the motion mimics the other girls...one of the girls heard that i was a good story teller and ask me to tell them one...i blush and agrees to do so..the short story goes as this...
mina looks up from the ground at the northern Jarl after he had backhanded her. Tears well up as she raises up one hand to touch the stinging area of her face, while the other one tries to protect herself from any more potential blows that might rain down from this man. As her body shakes in fear as she throws herself down into a prostrate form at the Jarl’s feet. “Please Jarl, this beast meant no offense!”
Growling low, the Jarl, looked down at the girl, he voice seethed in anger. “How dare you make hostile remarks at Mine, you pathetic barbarian! You need to learn your place if you are to survive, that is if I let you survive!” Grabbing her hair, he pulls her up to her feet, mina screams in pain as she thinks that he is going to pull it out by the roots. Twisting and scrambling, mina tries to get her feet under her as the strength has her dangling slightly just by the handful of hair in his hand.
Now, she was eye to eye with him, she could smell the iron tang that denoted him as the blacksmith on his clothes, the fruity scent of mead on his breath as he leaned in close. She could see the hate in his eyes as he glared at her and she was very afraid. “You think that because you are property of the Hold, you are protected, beast!” he snarls “but a word from me and I can see that you spend your time in the cage, where all beasts belong!”
mina gasps in horror “No, Jarl! Please, this beast begs of you, not that!" she screams. Her inner most fear was possibly coming to reality. She had witnessed one of the other girls who had taken a small extra bit of bread from the Tavern get chained and locked inside the tiny box. She was made to watch as the girl was huddled into a tight ball in order to give her a little room and seeing that scared mina. However, she was about to face the very same thing, because she had let her pride cloud her judgment when she made a remark at the Jarl’s bond.
Her legs shaky, her heart pounding hard in her chest, she lets tears anew flow down her face in hopes that seeing her afraid, seeing her humbled, would ease his anger. Whether it did, or whether it didn’t she wasn’t sure, for the next thing that she knew she was being dragged towards the cage! As they got closer to the opening of the cage, mina’s legs could no longer sustain her and her knees drag the ground. Finally the Jarl dropped her into a heap at the entrance. “Take a good look beast! Next time that you cross the line with me, you will be spending your days and nights in there!”
mina looked carefully at the tiny cage and nodded quickly! She turns back to the Jarl, her head bowed, her voice in barely a whisper, because of her choked sobs in her throat “Yes Jarl, this beast has learned, this beast will not forget!” The Jarl turned and looked to his bond that had been following them the whole time but refrained from speaking. “Come mine, let’s let the beast think on her actions today, maybe she will learn from it… But, being a barbarian, I doubt it” and with that they turn and leave.
mina brings her knees to her chest and finally lets the pent up sobs flow. She knew that she would do better; she just had to do better. For she was now on borrowed time.
~~as the story ends the girls all pack up the mending clothes and the supplies...they thank me for helping and keeping them occupied with the story...i help the girls with their haul back to the Home...placing them in the proper place then i harta off to take a dip at the Waters Edge to prepare herself to serve Master Bashir and the other Free
8/4/20 It's Good to be Home--Breakfast Cooked
~~s-t-r-e-t-c-h-e-s with care...i slip from Master Bashirs Bed as the sounds of early morning birds chirping woke me up from my sleep...rising so not to disturb the Master Bashir...i gently eases down the Hallway to the Kitchen filling a small bowl of water taking it back to the his Chambers and setting out a cloth for him to refresh himself when he wakes...
~~going back down the Hall i move through the Kitchen out the back door to let samiam out breathing in the fresh crisp air...i pull my long golden locks back from my face as she reenters the Kitchen letting my steely blue eyes adjust to the dimness within the building i make my way to the fires...crouching by the fire pit...i add a few extra dry logs to the almost dying embers...carefully blowing upon them to rekindle the flames....smiling as i watches the growing warmth... i slowly rises to hmy full stature and goes wash my hands thinks oO(what is needing to be done) fetching a few bowl for mixing...kettles and pots...
~~i begin to prepare the meal by starting on making fresh sa-tarna bread...i gather the sa-tana flour vulo eggs...salt and water...i combine and mix the ingredients together upon the counter needing the bread mixture i hum softly to myself as i work...splitting and rolling several loaves...i place them to the side under some rep clothes to rise before placing them onto the oven racks as i wait for the bread to rise...i turn my attention to start preparing a kettle of blackwine...
~~Master Bashir and i have returned from a trip down the River with a full shipment of ground blackwine powder for the trading post to sell...filling a large kettle pot with water...i places that over the fire to heat...while i turn and scoops some powder into a serving kettle...so once the water was heated she could add it to the blackwine powder to mix and be ready to serve...moving back to the grill area of the Kitchen i places a large pan upon the grill as i starts to crack open several vulo eggs...letting them fry...i went and placed the bread upon thee oven rack to start baking...i then turn and cut a few slices from a left over roasted bosk from the night before...to grill up and heat...
~~fetching several platters...i place the eggs upon one and the grilled bosk upon the other...setting them upon the counter for any to just serve themselves...i check on the sa-tarna bread...seeing that it baked to a golden brown...i smile as i uses a thick repcloth to remove the bread and places them within a basket upon the counter...looking about as i start to clean up my baking mess...i gather the bowls...kettle and pans and washes them with the left over hot water i had heated...
~~i dried and returned all the items into their proper place before slipping from the Kitchen with a spare serving tray that she carries up the Hallway...a plate with two vulo eggs...a slice of bosk meat...a roll of sa-tarna bread and a mug of blackwine to serve Master Bashir...when he wakes...placing it upon the little stool...then i softly descends to a kneel beside his bed watching him as he tosses and turns before he wakes...she awaits in silence...
~~going back down the Hall i move through the Kitchen out the back door to let samiam out breathing in the fresh crisp air...i pull my long golden locks back from my face as she reenters the Kitchen letting my steely blue eyes adjust to the dimness within the building i make my way to the fires...crouching by the fire pit...i add a few extra dry logs to the almost dying embers...carefully blowing upon them to rekindle the flames....smiling as i watches the growing warmth... i slowly rises to hmy full stature and goes wash my hands thinks oO(what is needing to be done) fetching a few bowl for mixing...kettles and pots...
~~i begin to prepare the meal by starting on making fresh sa-tarna bread...i gather the sa-tana flour vulo eggs...salt and water...i combine and mix the ingredients together upon the counter needing the bread mixture i hum softly to myself as i work...splitting and rolling several loaves...i place them to the side under some rep clothes to rise before placing them onto the oven racks as i wait for the bread to rise...i turn my attention to start preparing a kettle of blackwine...
~~Master Bashir and i have returned from a trip down the River with a full shipment of ground blackwine powder for the trading post to sell...filling a large kettle pot with water...i places that over the fire to heat...while i turn and scoops some powder into a serving kettle...so once the water was heated she could add it to the blackwine powder to mix and be ready to serve...moving back to the grill area of the Kitchen i places a large pan upon the grill as i starts to crack open several vulo eggs...letting them fry...i went and placed the bread upon thee oven rack to start baking...i then turn and cut a few slices from a left over roasted bosk from the night before...to grill up and heat...
~~fetching several platters...i place the eggs upon one and the grilled bosk upon the other...setting them upon the counter for any to just serve themselves...i check on the sa-tarna bread...seeing that it baked to a golden brown...i smile as i uses a thick repcloth to remove the bread and places them within a basket upon the counter...looking about as i start to clean up my baking mess...i gather the bowls...kettle and pans and washes them with the left over hot water i had heated...
~~i dried and returned all the items into their proper place before slipping from the Kitchen with a spare serving tray that she carries up the Hallway...a plate with two vulo eggs...a slice of bosk meat...a roll of sa-tarna bread and a mug of blackwine to serve Master Bashir...when he wakes...placing it upon the little stool...then i softly descends to a kneel beside his bed watching him as he tosses and turns before he wakes...she awaits in silence...
8/3/20 9th Day on Bashirs Ship
~~i slip inside the blissfully Mess Hall and gazes about at the mess...of the gathering when i was sleeping with a smile...dancing across the Hall i fling the windows open wide to let the fresh water air blow through as i tie back the drapes...i twist my lips to the left as i think oO( just what has to be done) i begin working
~~i gather up armfuls of goblets and tankards taking them to the Kitchen where i draw water and sprinkle soap flakes and tospit zest in the water frothing it with my hands as i tips the vessels in the basin...i lets them sit in the warm water...i wonder oO(where the Kitchen Master is he usually here in the Galley)
~~returning to collect platters and bowls from the Mess Hall i add those to the basin of water letting them soak as i take the broom and standing on t-i-p-p-y t-o-e-s sweeps away the cobwebs from the corners of the high ceiling before sweeping the floors thoroughly and discarding the trash out the back of the Kitchen
~~replacing the broom...a bucket and mop i fill the pail with water and cleaning fluid that smells fragrant as a sea breeze as i set to mopping the floors a happy song emitting from my ruby lips as i go about my chore on this beautiful morning watching with satisfaction as a gleam appears on the wooden floor where i had been...
~~pausing in the Mess Hall i gather up the furs heaving them up top deck i throw them over the rope line returning time and again for them my slight form only able to carry two at a time...slipping back down inside the Mess Hall i finish mopping the floor
~~then takes a clean cloth and polishes the low wooden tables and windowsills then going up top on deck i take the beater and uses it on the furs giggling as dust flies everywhere as i beat fresh air into them
~~dragging them back down to the Mess Hall when done...tiny beads of perspiration apparent on my forehead i wipe my brow with one dainty hand as i spread the furs about once more spinning on dainty toes in satisfaction at my work before settling myself at the sink to wash...dry and put away the dishes...goblets and tankards in their place once more ready for the day to begin...
~~finally i fill the heavy blackwyne kettle with water sprinkling the aromatic dark beans from the canister into the water as i raise it to its hook over the fire and fills another kettle with water to boil should it be needed before kneeling at the hearth and clearing the dead embers and ashes before laying new paper and logs rising to fetch a taper from the mantel and lighting it from one of the flickering candles in their sconces...with a smile i leave to go up on deck to sweep up the dirt and dust from the beating of furs off the ship into the awaiting water grave replaces the broom and wonders oO(where did Master Bashir get off to hummm) i then go and clean up and awaits up on deck for Master Bashir to appear
~~i gather up armfuls of goblets and tankards taking them to the Kitchen where i draw water and sprinkle soap flakes and tospit zest in the water frothing it with my hands as i tips the vessels in the basin...i lets them sit in the warm water...i wonder oO(where the Kitchen Master is he usually here in the Galley)
~~returning to collect platters and bowls from the Mess Hall i add those to the basin of water letting them soak as i take the broom and standing on t-i-p-p-y t-o-e-s sweeps away the cobwebs from the corners of the high ceiling before sweeping the floors thoroughly and discarding the trash out the back of the Kitchen
~~replacing the broom...a bucket and mop i fill the pail with water and cleaning fluid that smells fragrant as a sea breeze as i set to mopping the floors a happy song emitting from my ruby lips as i go about my chore on this beautiful morning watching with satisfaction as a gleam appears on the wooden floor where i had been...
~~pausing in the Mess Hall i gather up the furs heaving them up top deck i throw them over the rope line returning time and again for them my slight form only able to carry two at a time...slipping back down inside the Mess Hall i finish mopping the floor
~~then takes a clean cloth and polishes the low wooden tables and windowsills then going up top on deck i take the beater and uses it on the furs giggling as dust flies everywhere as i beat fresh air into them
~~dragging them back down to the Mess Hall when done...tiny beads of perspiration apparent on my forehead i wipe my brow with one dainty hand as i spread the furs about once more spinning on dainty toes in satisfaction at my work before settling myself at the sink to wash...dry and put away the dishes...goblets and tankards in their place once more ready for the day to begin...
~~finally i fill the heavy blackwyne kettle with water sprinkling the aromatic dark beans from the canister into the water as i raise it to its hook over the fire and fills another kettle with water to boil should it be needed before kneeling at the hearth and clearing the dead embers and ashes before laying new paper and logs rising to fetch a taper from the mantel and lighting it from one of the flickering candles in their sconces...with a smile i leave to go up on deck to sweep up the dirt and dust from the beating of furs off the ship into the awaiting water grave replaces the broom and wonders oO(where did Master Bashir get off to hummm) i then go and clean up and awaits up on deck for Master Bashir to appear
8/2/20 8th Day on Master Bashirs Ship
~~after washing the Breakfast dishes...i dry them and put them away to be used again at lunch...up on deck a few of the crew members climb up on the ropes and fetch down the clothes we washed yesterday they should be plenty dried...i like a few others as they toss them down we fold them up and divide them shirts...pants...towels...socks...rep cloths...bedding
~~the Cabin boys grasp up the bedding handing me a set for Master Bashirs bed in his Cabin...the others scattering this way and that to get the Laundry back to who they belong to and where they belong...i place the bedding on a bench outside Master Bashirs Cabin..i also see the Laundry folded up sitting there also...Master Bashirs and mine...i go fetch a broom and a damp mop and a few clean rep cloths and dustpan entering i pull the drapes allowing the sun to shine in living the room up greatly
~~entering i lean the mop to the door and the dust pan at its foot...taking the broom and a rep cloth i dust around the room chests desk table chairs...then i go around sweeping up the mess the dust pan gets feed...i take a rep cloth that i dampened and i wash the port holes so you can see greatly out over the waters i also clean the big window...i straighten up his desk...then i dance around the Cabin with Master Mop...as i wait to make the bed i return the broom mop and dust pan after i dump the dust in the waste basket
~~looking out across the water the sun shining bright the world seems to go on forever with no end...i see a small sailing ship and i wave then i wonder oO(what we will be doing this day...i know Master Bashir said something last eve...guess i know when the time comes) i shake my thoughts and goes back to my chore...i pick up the bedding and i commence to making Master Bashirs bed..i really think it is befitting with the shop design Helm and Anchor i fold down the duvet so it will be easier to climb in between i fetch the Laundry and put them in the trunk neatly i place mine in a little box by the hearth
~~out of the trunk i pull my bedroll out and place it to the foot of the bed and ankle cuff...seeing the room has been tended to i smile and i walk out the cabin..pluck a tospit from the barrel i peel the skin of the fruit off the top then i suck the juices out i take my seat at the foot of the stairs and i await to see Master Bashir to appear back on deck
~~the Cabin boys grasp up the bedding handing me a set for Master Bashirs bed in his Cabin...the others scattering this way and that to get the Laundry back to who they belong to and where they belong...i place the bedding on a bench outside Master Bashirs Cabin..i also see the Laundry folded up sitting there also...Master Bashirs and mine...i go fetch a broom and a damp mop and a few clean rep cloths and dustpan entering i pull the drapes allowing the sun to shine in living the room up greatly
~~entering i lean the mop to the door and the dust pan at its foot...taking the broom and a rep cloth i dust around the room chests desk table chairs...then i go around sweeping up the mess the dust pan gets feed...i take a rep cloth that i dampened and i wash the port holes so you can see greatly out over the waters i also clean the big window...i straighten up his desk...then i dance around the Cabin with Master Mop...as i wait to make the bed i return the broom mop and dust pan after i dump the dust in the waste basket
~~looking out across the water the sun shining bright the world seems to go on forever with no end...i see a small sailing ship and i wave then i wonder oO(what we will be doing this day...i know Master Bashir said something last eve...guess i know when the time comes) i shake my thoughts and goes back to my chore...i pick up the bedding and i commence to making Master Bashirs bed..i really think it is befitting with the shop design Helm and Anchor i fold down the duvet so it will be easier to climb in between i fetch the Laundry and put them in the trunk neatly i place mine in a little box by the hearth
~~out of the trunk i pull my bedroll out and place it to the foot of the bed and ankle cuff...seeing the room has been tended to i smile and i walk out the cabin..pluck a tospit from the barrel i peel the skin of the fruit off the top then i suck the juices out i take my seat at the foot of the stairs and i await to see Master Bashir to appear back on deck
8/1/20 7th Day on Master Bashirs Ship
~~breakfast was good the Kitchen Master out done him selfwith pancakes and tarsk strips...i watch and Master Bashir and the Captain thake thier leave to the Captains Office...only guess is to conduct business...i walk around the deck and i see a few of the Crew members lighting a fire under a pot filled with soap and water and another with just water...a few other buckets of soapy bucket water and clean water...today is wash day...i ask them if i can help and they all smile and say together "YES" i giggle i toss a few rep clothes in a wash bin with soapy water and sit off to the side by the railing and be gin scrubbing them on the wash board to rid of the dirt and stains
~~a few of the other men take the pants and leathers to clean and a few the tunic tops...others shirts and sheets i make a mental note ((make Master Bashirs bed back up with clean bedding)) i continue to scrub the rep clothes...some are more stain then others but they just need a little more elbow grease...i watch how the others mock the same movements as i do when it comes to scrubbing the Laundry clean...i rinse a few of the rep cloths and towels and fold them up on a make shift clothes line and also pin to the line
~~all of us getting the Laundry done as quickly as we can so the full days sun can dry them...then it will take time to fold and put them away...a few of the Crew Members crawl up on the sails with a sack of wet clothes and they begin to hang them...they go flapping in the wind...us down on the deck creaking our necks to watch then
((now you know why i call them jit monkeys ))
~~soon all the Laundry are done...the crew now laugh and drink playing music why we all wait to take the laundry in...i wash out the wash bins out that i used and put them in the storage locker where i seen others had put theirs...i look around for Master Bashir so he can see how we all decorated the ship...lol
~~a few of the other men take the pants and leathers to clean and a few the tunic tops...others shirts and sheets i make a mental note ((make Master Bashirs bed back up with clean bedding)) i continue to scrub the rep clothes...some are more stain then others but they just need a little more elbow grease...i watch how the others mock the same movements as i do when it comes to scrubbing the Laundry clean...i rinse a few of the rep cloths and towels and fold them up on a make shift clothes line and also pin to the line
~~all of us getting the Laundry done as quickly as we can so the full days sun can dry them...then it will take time to fold and put them away...a few of the Crew Members crawl up on the sails with a sack of wet clothes and they begin to hang them...they go flapping in the wind...us down on the deck creaking our necks to watch then
((now you know why i call them jit monkeys ))
~~soon all the Laundry are done...the crew now laugh and drink playing music why we all wait to take the laundry in...i wash out the wash bins out that i used and put them in the storage locker where i seen others had put theirs...i look around for Master Bashir so he can see how we all decorated the ship...lol
7/31/20 6th Day on Master Bashirs ship
~~i pulled the skirt of my kirtle up to form a small well...i placed in it enough clothes pins to mark the boots as she gathered them for cleaning i was asked by the Captain if i would clean the boots of the Crew and i agreed...my dainty feet in the boots i was given clump down the corridor where the Crew bunk here i found that some had left their boots just outside the door for cleaning...as i approached the first door...i took the first pair of boots and pinched them together with one clothes pin...at the second door was another pair so i used two clothes pins...then the third and fourth marked in the same way
~~in doing this i knew where to set each pair once they had been cleaned and polished...i slid my fingers between the two pairs of boot then...picked them up two pair in each of her dainty little hands...then headed towards the small room off from the Galley where i could do most of my thinking as i worked...here is where i could sit quietly by myself to clear my thoughts from the day as i work...i lit a few candles to brighten the room while i worked
~~i lit the candle and placed it the small wire frame...i then poured the water into the tin...carefully i placed it just inside the frame...this would allow the water to heat while i mixed the beeswax and olive oil...scooping the amount of beeswax i needed into the clay bowl then adding half of a cup of the finest olive oil...i stirred and stirred until i worked the stiff wax into a creamy mixture...carefully i sat the clay bowl into the now warmed water...this would keep my home made polish soft as i cleaned the boots
~~as i began to gather my supplies a simple melody came to her mind and she began to hum the items i was using were simple supplies...a bosk bristle brush...beeswax...olive oil...rep cloths...rain water...silver spoon...a tea like candle...a clay bowl...a small tin and very small wire frame...
~~still humming an unknown melody...i took her long slender fingers and began to pull the laces from the boots...serving the Captain seemed to put me in good mood...i separated the first pair of boots by removing the clothes pin..then took the coarsely bristled brush and cleaned them over a pail...running it over the surface of each boot...the sand and dirt falling loose from the boots...i then wiped them down with a rep cloth to make sure they were clean before applying the wax...
~~i slid my arm down the leg of the boot until it disappeared...using my hand like a foot to steady the boot...i then took a fresh rep cloth to begin polishing the boot...i wrapped it around my hand then dipped it into the mixture...i moved the cloth in small circles...i started working the polish around and around the top of the boot...buffing out the polish until she brought it to a glassy shine...
~~then repeated the process for the second boot...for each pair i polished i said a pray of protection for the Free Man whose feet would slip back inside....the flickering light of the candles bounced of the shine of the boots...i finished the first pair then pinched them together with one pin...
~~as i finished each pair one by one..i pinched them back together...before heading down the corridor to place the beside the door where they belonged...the muscles of my shoulders began to ache...but never would i let that stop me from finishing my chore...
~~quietly i sat them beside the doors according to the number of pins that had pinched each pair together...i was so excited to have completed the request from the Captain...i danced down the corridor turning round and round...still humming the tune...i returned to the room to put away the supplies...i cleansed the bowls...then put every thing away...blew out the candles...then turned on the balls of my feet..and headed towards Master Bashirs Chambers where i cuffed my left ankle to the foot of the bed then i relax in hopes for a good nights rest...
~~in doing this i knew where to set each pair once they had been cleaned and polished...i slid my fingers between the two pairs of boot then...picked them up two pair in each of her dainty little hands...then headed towards the small room off from the Galley where i could do most of my thinking as i worked...here is where i could sit quietly by myself to clear my thoughts from the day as i work...i lit a few candles to brighten the room while i worked
~~i lit the candle and placed it the small wire frame...i then poured the water into the tin...carefully i placed it just inside the frame...this would allow the water to heat while i mixed the beeswax and olive oil...scooping the amount of beeswax i needed into the clay bowl then adding half of a cup of the finest olive oil...i stirred and stirred until i worked the stiff wax into a creamy mixture...carefully i sat the clay bowl into the now warmed water...this would keep my home made polish soft as i cleaned the boots
~~as i began to gather my supplies a simple melody came to her mind and she began to hum the items i was using were simple supplies...a bosk bristle brush...beeswax...olive oil...rep cloths...rain water...silver spoon...a tea like candle...a clay bowl...a small tin and very small wire frame...
~~still humming an unknown melody...i took her long slender fingers and began to pull the laces from the boots...serving the Captain seemed to put me in good mood...i separated the first pair of boots by removing the clothes pin..then took the coarsely bristled brush and cleaned them over a pail...running it over the surface of each boot...the sand and dirt falling loose from the boots...i then wiped them down with a rep cloth to make sure they were clean before applying the wax...
~~i slid my arm down the leg of the boot until it disappeared...using my hand like a foot to steady the boot...i then took a fresh rep cloth to begin polishing the boot...i wrapped it around my hand then dipped it into the mixture...i moved the cloth in small circles...i started working the polish around and around the top of the boot...buffing out the polish until she brought it to a glassy shine...
~~then repeated the process for the second boot...for each pair i polished i said a pray of protection for the Free Man whose feet would slip back inside....the flickering light of the candles bounced of the shine of the boots...i finished the first pair then pinched them together with one pin...
~~as i finished each pair one by one..i pinched them back together...before heading down the corridor to place the beside the door where they belonged...the muscles of my shoulders began to ache...but never would i let that stop me from finishing my chore...
~~quietly i sat them beside the doors according to the number of pins that had pinched each pair together...i was so excited to have completed the request from the Captain...i danced down the corridor turning round and round...still humming the tune...i returned to the room to put away the supplies...i cleansed the bowls...then put every thing away...blew out the candles...then turned on the balls of my feet..and headed towards Master Bashirs Chambers where i cuffed my left ankle to the foot of the bed then i relax in hopes for a good nights rest...
7/30/20 5th Day on Master Bashirs ship
~~the morning came early...last night Dinner was the best...being treated like a Free Woman felt nice but it is not for me...i at least spent some quality time with Master Bashir...after breakfast i go and clean up changing my tunic top and yes putting those clunky boots on...we we get off the ship it is going to feel funny walking with out them i chuckle to my self
~~the Kitchen Master finds me sitting on the bottom step as ways and tosses a sack before my feet of sul and hands me a knife to use...he tells me to make myslef useful and peel these sul quickly for they are for tonight dinner...i nod and say "yes Master right away" i lean over and grab up on of the potatoes and i carefully use the knife allowed to use to peel the sul...one by one i go through seems like a whole lot but thinks oO(got to have pleanty to feed the Captain Master Bashir and the Crew) i hummm as i go about my task
~~i watch the crew members doing their chores on the ship while i work i nod at a few as they come past me and i smile sweetly to others...i use the back of my hand to push back off my forehead a few stray hairs that wish to display them self front and center...i look to the sack thinking oO(dang i have been peeling a long time does this sack ever end) i stretch my back and creak my neck...and low and behold i peel the last sul
~~i take the sack the sul came in and empties the dirt out of the sack turning it inside out then takes the peeled sul and places them in the sac...i pull the sack behind me as i go down the ladder to the galley...there i dump the sul in the sink...and i give them a nice rince...i ask the Kitchen Master would he liked them cut...he nods and tells me then put them in the pot to boil then mash them i say "yes Master" i first wash my hands i take a sul out of the sink and on a cutting board i cut up the sul in even pieces so they cook through at the same time
~~i poor some water in a big pot add salt and place the cut up sul when it the pot begins to boil...i watch the Kitchen Master as he puts his final touches to the dishes he made...the Galley smells great..while the sul boil i ask the Kitchen Master where i should put the peeling...he pointed to a bucket at the back of the Galley and i nod..then takes the sul sack and clunks my way up the ladder and i gather the peeling and puts them in the sack i then grab the mop leaning against the rail and i mop up my mess...with sack i pull it behind me back down to the Galley a fills the bucket full...i then fold up the sack and places it beside the bucket
~~when the sul are finished boiling i drain them add some butter and milk and i mashed them up...the sul giving me a good work out for my upper arms...i mash them till they are fluffy white...i empty the sul into a big serving bowl...the Kitcehn Master thanks me a shoos me off...i offer him a smile for letting me be of service to the ship...i go up on deck to see if i can find Master Bashir
Menu:
Cabbage & Kort Slaw...BBQ Bosk Tails...Mashed Sul
Black Beans...Fire Roasted Corn on Cob ...Deviled Vulo Eggs
Drop Biscuits...Vanilla Cake...Green Tospit Cocktail
~~the Kitchen Master finds me sitting on the bottom step as ways and tosses a sack before my feet of sul and hands me a knife to use...he tells me to make myslef useful and peel these sul quickly for they are for tonight dinner...i nod and say "yes Master right away" i lean over and grab up on of the potatoes and i carefully use the knife allowed to use to peel the sul...one by one i go through seems like a whole lot but thinks oO(got to have pleanty to feed the Captain Master Bashir and the Crew) i hummm as i go about my task
~~i watch the crew members doing their chores on the ship while i work i nod at a few as they come past me and i smile sweetly to others...i use the back of my hand to push back off my forehead a few stray hairs that wish to display them self front and center...i look to the sack thinking oO(dang i have been peeling a long time does this sack ever end) i stretch my back and creak my neck...and low and behold i peel the last sul
~~i take the sack the sul came in and empties the dirt out of the sack turning it inside out then takes the peeled sul and places them in the sac...i pull the sack behind me as i go down the ladder to the galley...there i dump the sul in the sink...and i give them a nice rince...i ask the Kitchen Master would he liked them cut...he nods and tells me then put them in the pot to boil then mash them i say "yes Master" i first wash my hands i take a sul out of the sink and on a cutting board i cut up the sul in even pieces so they cook through at the same time
~~i poor some water in a big pot add salt and place the cut up sul when it the pot begins to boil...i watch the Kitchen Master as he puts his final touches to the dishes he made...the Galley smells great..while the sul boil i ask the Kitchen Master where i should put the peeling...he pointed to a bucket at the back of the Galley and i nod..then takes the sul sack and clunks my way up the ladder and i gather the peeling and puts them in the sack i then grab the mop leaning against the rail and i mop up my mess...with sack i pull it behind me back down to the Galley a fills the bucket full...i then fold up the sack and places it beside the bucket
~~when the sul are finished boiling i drain them add some butter and milk and i mashed them up...the sul giving me a good work out for my upper arms...i mash them till they are fluffy white...i empty the sul into a big serving bowl...the Kitcehn Master thanks me a shoos me off...i offer him a smile for letting me be of service to the ship...i go up on deck to see if i can find Master Bashir
Menu:
Cabbage & Kort Slaw...BBQ Bosk Tails...Mashed Sul
Black Beans...Fire Roasted Corn on Cob ...Deviled Vulo Eggs
Drop Biscuits...Vanilla Cake...Green Tospit Cocktail