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PostSubject: 8/5/17-8/11/18   Sun Aug 05, 2018 9:17 am

08.05.2018
09:04:52

the animals/dip in water/stew making









~~he wind blew cool against her skin as she walked bare footed through the green grass of the Isle...as she approached the barn she could see her work was cut out for her....the verr and the bosk needed water...hay needed to be put down....the dung needed to be collected and the pens cleaned...she grinned as a chicken startled her...jumping out from behind the hay...she took the rake and began to clean out the floor

~~as she moved about the pens she made various piles of garbage...tossing them out the barn one by one...she then stood among the bosks....taking up the bosk dung and putting them into the collecting sacs

~~once this was done...pure took up the empty buckets in the pens and proceeded to the well...filling each bucket with cool water to the brim....a filled bucket in each hand she returned to the pens...a drop of water or two spilling from each side.....she filled up the water supply for both the verr and the bosks

~~having that being done pure laid down a fresh heap of hay before the bosks and verr.....spreading it evenly and neatly...beads of sweat settling at her forehead...hay sticking to her every where making her itch...knowing she will take a dip in the river soon as she was done

~~she looked about and seen her job was completed she led the bosk and verr out to the meadow to graze the high grass...the sun was high in the sky...pure wiggled through the fence and darted to the river pronto..shredding her kirtle from her frame she ran into the cool water..it sure helped the itching she splashed around for a good bit...coming from the water she dried off with her kirtle and walks back to the Hold to fetch a clean one and deposits this one in the laundry

~~she primps some so she will be pleasantly ready to serve if and when needed...she turns to bounce her way into the kitchen and begins peeling some sul and chopping carrots onions and diced up some bosk meat to make a stew for this evenings dinner...she hums as she works..she smiles to the Kitchen Jarl as he comes to inspect what she is doing then nods and moves along to the next bond who is baking...pure giggles to her self...she puts all into a pot with some butter and beef stock covers the pot and places it over the fires to cook

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PostSubject: Re: 8/5/17-8/11/18   Mon Aug 06, 2018 9:59 am

08.06.2018
10:35:21

the laundry



~~ heads out to collect soiled linens of the Hold leaves the other bonds to their work in the library and heads first for the Main Hall knowing the back there be a basket of used reps an other linens waiting to be washed there...lifts the basket and nestles it on the cleft of her hip before heading out the door into the kitchen collecting that laundry as well

~~straightens a few plates and collects the empty mugs on her way to the back of the kitchen... depositing them in the dishpan before moving to the back room and adding the cloth to the basket at her hip...with a turn she sets out for the long walk down to the river...bar of soap an washboard riding atop the dirty load

~~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 shoreline...in the distance cerulean optics caught the familiar sight of Three Moons

~~ flipped the basket over...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 signs of summer

~~ 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 clothe back to the basket to take back to the Hold an hang up

~~hummed an little tune...one 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 rep cloth...fingers numb from the river's cold water

~~ 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 the Mistresses 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 linen 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 the Hold Jarl 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 linen

~~heaved the heavy basket and settled it on a hip awkwardly shifted outward to help secure the bond's load of clean cloth...stammered back up to the Holds yard to the clothesline...hanging each piece up to dry in the sunlight and warmth...enjoying it 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 the linen later beneath the line beams having finished a chore for her beloved Isle

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PostSubject: Re: 8/5/17-8/11/18   Tue Aug 07, 2018 1:14 am

08.07.2018
01:30:53



Dream Dance

~~lowers to the floor with a hint of nerves evident to the knowing
eye...a slight tremble of hips as they slightly shimmy...unsure...of what is
to come...will it hurt?...slave beats race as body rises and falls upon
the air as if mirroring the dark thoughts drumming in the mind...as if echoing
what she sees in the devouring eyes upon her...each stiff move trying to
will away the fears that cause slave beats to choke up high in a collared  throat

~~small beauty kneels before strong men...thighs flex as the body knows...
knows the tantalizing abuse that will come from hard use...the bruising of tender
flesh from raw need vigorously and hastily subjected to brute force...tosses
sun light tresses back in surrender as if even given a choice and arches on the
ground with a slow...low whimper as belly quivers and thighs part wider than
before...the body's unspoken answer to imminent danger

~~sways ever so slowly before men as fingertips caresses over wisps of
cloud grey kirtle clinging like a second skin...uplifts to full stature as hands sink into the
golden tresses tied up and sets them free...waterfall of ringlets cascades
down bare shoulders in release which is the only thing that will escape
today....legs part and hips move in a sweet dream of a self inflicted
tease as pulse quickens and flesh blossoms a blush red from desire's demand and
the music's command

~~takes a step back from the looming inevitability in a lie to herself that
she can postpone an annihilating ravishment with sensual artistry...fear mixes
with arousal as golden flecks in blue hues yearn to undresses each man in the
room...tosses a blacken dream left and right as she kicks and fights off the
notion that she is...utterly helpless to the men...that she will be put under use
at their whims...turns a slow temptress display of prey before each of them

~~hips grind in a come-n-get-it rhythm...a feisty facade of empowerment that
she can take it!...snaps zills as if to say "gimme all you got and it'll take it
and more!"
...lowers to pounce as palms press against inner thighs opening wide and
excitement in glossy blue eyes look to the men with confidence that she
can!...she will sedate the beast in each of them!...cocky arrogance shows
through each erotic move as violence rides the air like a kiss just above the
skin while she dances for Men

~~palms crisscross over an inextinguishable belly as a hot pulse speeds
faster from the threat of utter carnal madness...fingers trace over oil-slick
breasts which will be riddled with redden hand prints in mere minutes...not
from playing slap and tickle either...but from pure unadulterated leather
domination...the might of men unleashed from them...lowers before them...hips
profoundly arching deep and wide to be the spark that sets the explosion of lush to begin

~~moves slow as desire rides thick upon the air making it hard to breathe...
with a slight tremble of anticipation...hands slide into the dense silken mass of
hair as eager sapphire gems pleads to them...obviously asking..."now?"...
body holds enough heat to scald as she keeps dropping down low to the ground in a sinful
decadence of the stuff dreams are made...quivers from what is about to
unfold as a low purr of a moan escapes a heated slave girl

~~knees buckle as she lowers a final time to the floor...a ripple of
rhythm sways body in a surge of intense heat...reddening enslaved flesh ripe for
the taking...closes eyes tight like a condemned slave that doesn't want to see
the blade coming as a barrage of bodies will firmly press in the most intimate
of embrace...falling back...she arches aching breasts up for the taking as she
lays back...strewn on the floor...ready and wanton for their use!

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Quote :
"We continued to descend through various levels. The smell
and the dampness, never pleasant in the lower levels of the pens, now became
obtrusive. Here and there lamps and torches burned. These mitigated to some
extent the dampness, We passed a guards' room, in which there were several
slaver's men, off duty. I glanced within, for I heard from within the clash of
slave bells and the bright sound of zills, or finger cymbals. In a bit of yellow
slave silk, backed into a corner, belled and barefoot, a collared girl danced,
swaying slowly before the five men who loomed about her, scarcely a yard away."
~~Explorers of Gor~~

"Then her back touched the stone wall, startling
her, and they seized her, and threw her to a blanket for their pleasure. I saw
her gasping, and, half fighting, half kissing at them, squirming in their arms.
Then her arms and legs were held, widely separated, each of her limbs, her small
wrists and belled ankles, held in the two hands of a captor. The leader was
first to have her. She put her head back, helpless, crying out with pleasure,  subdued."
~~Explores of Gor~~



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PostSubject: Re: 8/5/17-8/11/18   Wed Aug 08, 2018 7:53 am

08.08.2018
08:36:31

scrubbing floor



~~as the evening turned to night...many had come in and out of the Main Hall...the floors seemed quite dull and dirty...once she had finished setting out the pastries and slicing up the bread...pure filled up an old rusty wooden bucket with soapy water once filled...she placed it onto the filthy wooden floors beneath her and grabbed a scrubbing brush from the storage

~~"Before girl cleans the floors Jarl is there anything pure may get you?" she asked the Hold Jarl as he stood surveying the various pastries and fresh breads...he looks an smiles pulling her near taking her lips to his tasting her sweetness an nods saying "the food an pastry are enough for now"...and gave her a gently tap on her ass

~~pure was pressed up against the Hold Jarl...her hot body delighting in the feel of him against her... lips ravaged beautifully by the Hold Jarl she was swooned...she longed to be seized up by him right then...yet she knew much work needed to be done before...once their kiss had broken she felt the hard smack upon her round bottom...she chuckled and lowered to her knees to begin her chore as he sit an eats his fruit an meat then grined looking at the pie

~~he dipped her brush into the bucket and pulled it up dripping with cool water and splashes it about scrubbing with great effort....her breasts were bouncing frantically as she moved about scrubbing...upon knees and hands she moved about the hearth area scrubbing

~~once finished with the kitchen area...crawled her way about the tables...scrubbing hard and carefully not missing a spot....every now and then she would stretch out allowing her muscles to be relieved from bending over for so long...the productive scrubbing sounds almost silenced the bosk who had been fussing outside the Hold

~~more and more pure crawled about...her forehead glistening in sweat...a heat had captivated her all around as she worked...the girl now done...looked into the bucket noticing the water had almost finished...she grinned thankful it had been enough...again she filled the bucket with clean water....then returning to the main room splashing the floors free of the slippery soap

~~she did this until the floors were fully rinsed...after which bringing out a dry mop to pick up the excess water...she looked around quite pleased with herself as she placed the bucket and brush back into the storage along with mop after cleaning them...her knees and feet still wet...the floors were clean...now to go bathe and perhaps do a little lap dance for the Hold Jarl she rushes away to do so

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PostSubject: Re: 8/5/17-8/11/18   Thu Aug 09, 2018 8:12 am

08.09.2018
09:04:42


Peach glazed tarsk with crispy pea pods and golden rosemary suls





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.

White 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.

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PostSubject: Re: 8/5/17-8/11/18   Fri Aug 10, 2018 4:12 pm

08.10.2018
16:18:07

watering  animals and cleaning out animal stalls








~~stretches as she wakes from her mat folds up the fur blanket and pushes it under the Hold Jarls bed 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

~~carefully she slips down the stairs...wincing as she hears a creak upon one of the steps...that caused her to pause in silence...relaxing as she notes that the sound didn't waken the Hold Jarl...she finishes making her way down in the Main Hall

~~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 Main Hall 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

~~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 pure 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 some 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 Isle and hearing the sounds of people walking...when she finishes...she hurries down to the stream to freshen up before doing anything else wishing to be well cleaned to serve the Hold Jarl his breakfast

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PostSubject: Re: 8/5/17-8/11/18   Sat Aug 11, 2018 2:39 pm

08.11.2018
14:23:02

Hold Jarls Chambers



~~entering the Hold Jarls Chambers pure goes over to the window pulls the drapes and opens the window the she strips his bed of the blankets linen and pillow cases and balls them up in a pile outside the chambers door in the hallway...she picks up the bucket of soapy water and some rep cloths

~~she drags the rugs out the door down the hall and down the stairs to the yard and hangs them over the line...taking a beating stick she beats the rugs letting escape the dirt and dust that had accumulated upon them coughs as bowls of dust surround her with the fresh air...she leaves them there to air out for the time being

~~goes back into the Hold and up the stairs to the Chambers once again grabbing the broom and dustpan with her...she begins to sweep the floor from one end to another leaving little piles of debre noting there was not much which makes here smile knowing she did a good job last she cleaned his Chambers...bending to collect the dirt and dust she empties it in the ash bucket...since the fire had went out she sweeps out the fire place dumping the ashes in the ash bucket

~~with the broom dust pan and ash bucket in hand she travels to the kitchen and deposits the broom and dust pan in the supply closet the ashes she steps out back and adds the ashes to the dirt and ash pile near the compost pile...skipping back with the bucket to the Hold right before she enters to the kitchen she places in the bucket about 6 small logs so she could build another fire for this evening

~~snatches a little of the dried moss as a fire starter and whisks upstairs to ready the fire place so the Hold Jarl will be warm this even she will start it when she turns down his bed for the night...turns to the hall grabs up the bundle of sheets and blankets and carries them to the laundry replacing them with clean and treads the stairs yet another time...oO...(boy getting a full work out this day) she thinks to her self..sitting the blankets and sheets to the chair

~~she sips her hand in the soapy water and wrings out a rep cloth and begins to wipe down his wardrobe...dresser and side tables...making sure to run the rep along the items to clean them as well
next she reaches for the bedding and makes the Hold Jarls bed to where you could bounce a coin on it..smoothing out the sheets and each blanket placing covers over the pillows she fluffs them greatly so the pillows will nestle his head for the night

~~she lights some incense around the room giving the room a woodsy feel a smell the Jarl's love not the pretty floral or fruity kind that the Ladies like..looking about she smiles...lastly she takes the mop and runs a damp mop over the floor...as she allows it to dry she takes her supplies and deposits them in the supply shed cleaning the bucket out and tossing the rep clothes in the laundry

~~steps to the garden and picks a few wild flower with hardly no smell but are more a beauty item she makes a bouquet of them with branches of leaves...coming to the Chambers door seeing the floor was dry she places the vase on the table beside his bed...the rushes to get his rugs knowing they should be aired ...she drags them back into the Hold and up the stairs and adorns his floor with the bright colored rugs she sprinkles a little of his powder and takes her hands meshing it through the fibers to give off a nice aroma to match the incense

~~pure spins around part of her kirtle spins around with her like a little kids play top...so happy that this chore is done and prays the Hold Jarl is pleased with his Chambers...she leaves the window open to air the room which when she comes to ready the room for sleep she will close

~~pure closed the door behind her and goes along about her day taking to the kitchen to see if she can be of any help...but first a good shower and a clean kirtle is needed before she dons the kitchen to do anything...she gathers her bathing needs and tosses her kirtle into the laundry basket and away she goes to clean herself


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