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PostSubject: 9/16/18-9/22/18   Sun Sep 16, 2018 2:12 pm

09.16.2018
14:58:21

made a kirtle from Hold Jarls shirt



~~pure see the Hold Jarl sitting in his chair eating quietly...he just got home from his day....pure crawls up beside him on his right and nuzzle her cheek against the back of his hand...he looks down to her "yes girl?" he says...his voice loud and deep her baby blue eyes look up to him as he licks his fingers clean from the juices of the vulo

~~" Jarl? do you have any old clothes you not wear anymore?"...she asked as she batted her eyelashes cutely..."Well...pure...there is a shirt... the brown one...worn only once....why do you ask?"...he tipped more mead into his mouth.

~~"girl was going to use it to make a piece of clothing out of...instead ofgirls  long warm kirtles...it is getting a tad bit warmer....and with girls longer kirtles...the verr try to nibble at it"...her chime like voice responded.

~~"Aye, pure" he said and told her about the chest were he kept his clothing up in his chambers..."thank you Jarl"...she squealed and stood up and ran to the stairs where she took them two at a time to get to his chamber quickly

~~she pawed through all the clothing and boots....she finally found it and yanked it out of the chest...there was a hole in the front of it already...she gathered a  a pair of scissors and cut a "v" down to the belly in the shirt...there were pretty patterns on the front side of the shirt...and the shirt smelled of the Hold Jarl..and of the mead he drank....the shirt's sleeves were far to long...she had to trim those too

~~she put the scissors up then slipped the shirt over her head,...t was still a little bit box like on her... but it was very soft...she tied a small belt around her waist to make it a bit less box like...soon this shirt became her favorite thing to wear...for it reminded her of the Hold Jarl...she darts downstairs to show the Hold Jarl what she did with the shirt that he let her have...in hopes he approves

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PostSubject: Re: 9/16/18-9/22/18   Mon Sep 17, 2018 7:03 pm

09.17.2018
19:23:34

cleaning furs and pillows polishing wood and filling oil lamps






~~tiny feet pad their way around the Hold...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 Hold Jarl comes back from his morning meeting...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 Hold 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... atisfied 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 Hold...sinking to her knees as she crawls around the Hold....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 Hold 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 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 around
a bottle of tharlion oil...once back in the Hold she takes the old rep cloth and tharlion oil and polishes the wood for hours...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 Hold

~~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

~~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 to the Hold...moving to the Hold Jarls pillow...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 slave...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 stream to bathe


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PostSubject: Re: 9/16/18-9/22/18   Tue Sep 18, 2018 3:00 am

09.18.2018
03:04:03

pure was asked to serve two visiting Jarls one Bazi Tea the other Blackwine



~~“Thank you Jarls for allowing pure to serve you...Your orders will be right up.”  all sounds around her flowed away and her world came to a center focus of the two that she is serving...turning slightly...pure gives them both a gentle glance....then...she would saunter over to the kitchen
crouches down...opening one side of the cabinet and giggling...she picks up two serving kettles  both she would fill with water and place them over the metal grill on the stove...turning back to the counter she pulls over a small tin can that proves to hold some pre-grinded black beans

~~she places a thin rep cloth upon the counter she spoons a small amount into the center and then replaces the tin...gathering up the corners and ties them off with a bit of cooking twine...making a makeshift brewing bag.,,sniffing at it...she smiles... “It smells amazing” she purrs to herself and drops this one into the left kettle...the Jarls watches the girl performing in the kitchen...pure pulling out a rather large try...places two more trays that fill the larger upon it....while waiting for both waters to boil...she would set out preparing the rest of the drink

~~on one tray she takes down three heavy...small...curved glasses and sets them upon it...each looks like it should hold around two ounces...she takes a wooden box from under the counter into her hand and sets it beside the tray...she now pulls out a mug and places it on the opposite tray...she marvels at how clean and beautiful all the dishes look knowing her and the other bonds make sure the vessels are clean and with a mar...her eyes sparkle as she takes the wooden box of bazi tea leaves and places a few into the right kettle as it boils

~~placing this back where it also belongs...pure picks up the left serving kettle and settles it upon the tray that held the single mug...she now turns to the  cold storage area just to bring back out a pitcher of fresh bosk milk and places it upon the tray with the glasses...slips three small bowls out and placing them in front of each of the corresponding glasses...pure fills them with a light amount of sugar...she then places a small spoon that would be used for stirring upon the tray as well...she pauses to sighs...wiping her brow...and looking to the group gathered...it was just like any other time she has served but she was still nervous none the less

~~pure ventures back over to the grill and peers into the kettle that was left...the pleasant smell of brewing tea flushes against her nose..."ready"...she whispers to it...she lifts now this kettle and places it...too...upon the tray with the three glasses...standing back...she takes stock over everything..."all there”...she huffs hands on hips...nodding to herself...taking great care pure lifts the now very heavy tray and turns with a measured amount of care and makes a step by step path back to the table the two visiting Jarls look at the slave which is now around the table with the drinks

~~she places the large tray down in the center of the table and takes the tray with the bazi tea upon it first...tray in hands pure smiles...casting a gaze of the Warriors’s frame...she nods her head in approval as she places the tray down in front of him so that she may fold herself at his left side upon the bench...“This girl believes that Jarl will like his tea...she poured much care into it today”

~~into each of the glasses...she tips its corresponding bowl of sugar....the sugar wasn’t heavy...as he requested....next she picked up the serving kettle of freshly brewed bazi tea...finally she picks up the pitcher of bosk milk and pours a generous amount into each glass as he wishes...now...finally, using the spoon...stirs each one in succession only four times as ordered...ow done...she settles back and bows her head

“Bazi tea Jarl....heavy milk...light sugar...and stirred only four times...this girl truly hopes you enjoy your request”...the 1st Jarl leans over and takes the tea from her small hands...but before he takes a sip...he places his hand upon her cheek...looks her in the eye and says “Well served girl”...hee smiles at her as he takes a sip..."Please you may now serve the other Jarl"

~~pure smiles to him...her gaze trembling...“thank you Jarl your words are kind”...following his order...she leans forward to take the last tray and moves back around the table once more then kneesl upon the other Jarl’s right side pures gaze un-focuses as she approaches him...shaking her head...pure places the tray in front of him before now folding herself at his side on the bench now

~~soft hands wrap around the wooden handle over the top of the kettle...lifting it...she breaths out...  pure tips the kettle until the rich...dark...strong liquid flows like a stream into the mug...placing it down...she then lifts the mug into her hands and lowers her gaze down....long arms come up at just the right level to offer the mug to him....“Blackwine Jarl...second slave as you requested”...her voice was soft but there was a tremor underneath it

~~the 2nd Jarl brings the cup from the girl...and takes a health swig...smiles to the girl saying..."very good girl...you tell Onak we enjoyed your service and we will be back to see him soon"...pure says "Yes Jarl she will be sure to tell him you both stopped by"...the 2 Jarsl finish their drinks quickly and stand to leave pure says her goodbyes then as the men walk away she gathers the cups and mug and trays and waltzes them back into the kitchen to wash and clean and dry and putting them in their beds till next time

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PostSubject: Re: 9/16/18-9/22/18   Wed Sep 19, 2018 3:20 pm

09.19.2018
15:48:32

love dance



~~smiles softly as she rises on delicate feet...turns towards the sandpit...flipping golden silken tresses over slender shoulders to catch a glimmer of red from the fires glow as they fall down to lightly kiss the soft swell of her rounded ass...her slaves heart thundering wildly beneath the swell of fully aroused breasts betrays the nervousness that threatens to overcome her burning desire to please the Hold Jarl...a sob escaping full lips as she leaves him to pad lightly across the room

~~delicate feet step into the soft giving sand...making her way to the center...raises her long sinuous arms up over her head...the weight of her long tresses pulls at her head...revealing a long and slender neck...that is exposed to his will

~~soft blue eyes drift close as she feels the music seeping into her veins...stretching the curve of a slender neck...her head bobs to the gentle Gorean beat...slender shoulders rolling over the dance of fully aroused breasts...sensuous hips begin to sway slightly as she becomes one with the...music...twirls slowly as her hands float to her sides delicate feet glide softly in the sand...as sinuous arms sway at her sides

~~the arduous music demands more of her soft body as she twirls faster...long curls spin around her as she turns...soft hands caress the softness of her slaves belly...tenderly moving up across creamy white breasts...along her slender neck...reaching up she lifts her long curls from her back...letting them slowly fall between her fingers to sway free against the gentle curve of her naked spine

~~suddenly she stops puzzled she looks to him her eyes catches his she holds his gaze brazenly a moment...her slaves heart thundering...feeling something she has never felt before...she sinks to her knees...parting taut thighs wide lowering her belly and breasts to the sand...stretching slender arms out before her, delicate hands grasping and digging at the sand...as if making her way to him...for what she does not know only that she will find it at his feet

~~leans up suddenly throwing long tresses down to caress the sand beneath her...shuddering... hopelessly aroused as his gaze falls over her...trembling hands begin to move slowly over taut thighs...fingers slide upward brushing across the soft curves of her hips...past her slender waist...over the swell of her full breasts bringing her nipples to tawny peaks...a cry of pure frustration leaves full sultry lips

~~as she drops to her forearms...pressing her quivering heat into the warm sand...writhing in discontentment...as her hips rhythmically keeping time to her lonely racing heart...a soft moan reaches his ears...twisting her form...full round breasts heave her desperate gasps

~~delicate fingers roam across honey soaked thighs...sliding up her quivering belly...grazing her aching heart...cups heaving breasts...as tears of joy burst from her eyes streaming down her sand covered face...collapsing over open thighs a desperate sob escapes her lips as she aches for a release that only he can give her...longing and aching to be taken to his peak

~~places her palms and elbows into the sand as she peeks up to him...sending the soft curves of her bottom high into the air...her hips sway seductively to and fro as she crawls to him...the bare tawny peaks of her nipples graze across the cold floor...slides her cheek tenderly across his strong calve...her lips come to rest on the soft leather of his boots...kissing them with the longing and desire she feels in her slaves heart



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"Then I will show you a love dance," she said happily, "a dance I learned in the Walled Gardens of Ar."
"I should like that," I said, and, as I watched, Talena performed Ar's strangely beautiful dance of passion.

She danced before me for several minutes, her scarlet dancing silks flashing in the firelight, her bare feet, with their belled ankles, striking softly on the carpet. With a last flash of the finger cymbals, she fell to the carpet before me, her breath hot and quick, her eyes blazing with desire.
Tarnsman of Gor     Book 1     Page 135

The girl looked at him gratefully and she, with the others, rose to her feet and to the astounding barbarity of the music performed the savage love dances of the Kassars, the Paravaci, the Kataii, the Tuchuks.
Nomads of Gor     Book 4     Page 98

Already a large, curtained enclosure had been set up near the slave wagon. For a fee, the proprietor of the wagon would permit visitors. These arrangements irritated me somewhat, for customarily the chain dance, the whip dance, the love dance of the newly collared slave girl, the brand dance, and so on, are performed openly by firelight in the evening, for the delight of any who care to watch.
Nomads of Gor     Book 4     Page 147

The Love Dance of the Newly Collared Slave Girl has many variations, in the different cities of Gor, but its common theme is that the girl dances her joy that she will soon lie in the arms of a strong master.
The musicians began to play, and to the clappings and cries of Thurnock and Clitus, Thura and Ula danced before them.
"Dance," said I to Midice.
In terror the dark-haired girl, lithe, tears in her eyes, she so marvelously legged, lifted her wrists.
Now again Midice danced, her ankles in delicious proximity and wrists lifted again together back to back above her head, palms out. But this time her ankles were not as though chained, nor her wrists as though bracelet; rather they were truly chained and bracelets, she wore the linked ankle rings, the three-linked slave bracelets of a Gorean master; and I did not think she would now conclude her dance by spitting upon me and whirling away.
She trembled. "Find me pleasing," she begged.
"Do not afflict her so," said Telima to me.
"Go to the kitchen," said I, 'Kettle Slave."
Telima turned and, in the stained tunic of rep-cloth, left the room, as she had been commanded.
The music grew more wild.
"Where now," I demanded of Midice, "is your insolence, your contempt!"
"Be kind!" she cried. "Be kind to Midice!"
The music grew even more wild.
And then Ula, boldly before Clitus, tore from her own body the silk she wore and danced, her arms extending to him.
He leaped to his feet and carried her from the room.
I laughed.
Then Thura, to my amazement, though a rence girl, dancing, revealed herself similarly to the great Thurnock, he only of the peasants, and he, with a great laugh, swept her from her feet and carried her from the room.
"Do I dance for my life?" begged Midice.
I drew the Gorean blade. "Yes," I said, "you do."
And she danced superbly for me, every fiber of her beautiful body straining to please me, her eyes, each instant, pleading, trying to read in mine her fate. At last, when she could dance no more, she fell at my feet, and put her head to my sandals.
"Find me pleasing," she begged. "Find me pleasing, my Master!"
Raiders of Gor     Book 6     Pages 116 - 117

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PostSubject: Re: 9/16/18-9/22/18   Thu Sep 20, 2018 5:03 pm

09.20.2018
17:06:29

shark steak & squash..pot sul...toasted mug bread and butter...ale...chocolate pudding in chocolate bowl



~~pure checks on the bread that has been cooking for some time now...she was trying something new cooking bread in mugs makes for tiny loaves...seeing they are done she takes then out setting to counter to cool

~~in mean time she goes into the cold room to see how the desert she made is setting up...they look marvelous...knowing the Hold Jarl's sweet tooth will enjoy...she giggles to herself knowing that she will pleas him...she takes out the huge shark steak she had cooling..then exits the cold room setting the steak on a plate near the stove

~~to the pantry she slides and chooses some lil suls...the butter...and some of the summer squash...to the work bench she goes...takes the suls and washes them setting 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

~~she cuts the ends off the summer squash 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 she goes gets an onion and dices it up adding to the pan with the squash...as it begins to cook she puts a lid on it

~~the shark steak she salts and peppers 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...she spoons some of the summer squash on to the platter as well...the platter with the food she 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 she lays it

~~to the cold room once again she takes with her a huge mug and taps the ale barrel and fills the mug 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

~~last but not least the mug bread she removes the bread out of the mug and cuts thin slices and toasts them adding them to a small plate with some butter...smiling as she sees the creation of dinner on the tray to which she has made and knows the Hold Jarl just has to be pleased he always like new things not the same ole same ole she cleans her mess up quickly so she can serve

~~she goes and washes up and combs her hair letting it flow naturally behind her...heightens the kirtle upon her hips just so just some nakedness is seen while moving through the Main Hall to serve and tempt the Hold Jarl not only of his dinner but to also for the bond that serves him

~~she finishes up primping herself...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 Hall then her beauty graces the Main Hall as she enters snaking he way through the tables and benches up to the Hold Jarl's seat
her blue eyes focused upon his broad smile

~~she sets the tray down in front of him as she approached him on his right side...her left knee resting upon the arm of his chair her kirtle showing much soft tender skin...she leans towards him and whispers softly into his ear..."your dinner Jarl may it satisfy your hunger as it has satified pure to serve a strong healthy man such as yourself"...a small kiss to his earlobe she places as she awaits his reply her left hand massages his strong neck muscles as she does with a bright smile to please

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PostSubject: Re: 9/16/18-9/22/18   Fri Sep 21, 2018 3:06 pm

09.21.2018
15:34:48

butter and cheese curds



~~pure goes to the kitchen after she changes kitles and wash herself carefully removing all dirty grime from her arms and hands...then rushes to the counter where she left the bosk milk and separates some of the fresh bosk milk into a clean pan

~~adds to the milk the yellow salt...oregano taking the pan to the oven to heat...with a long spoon stirred it from time to time...the rest of the milk she places at the interesting wood barrel in the corner

~~moves the long pole up and down churning the milk adding salt to it her smooth breasts bouncing freely at her chest and the sweat drops down her flat belly

~~turns and leaves the pole to remove curds that have formed at the milk...removing the pan from the fire...the light accentuating the curves of the slave voluptuous body

~~moves back for more than one ahn and finish churn the milk the muscles of her arms and legs screaming tired from the hard work she places the butter and the curds after pressing them into the cold room

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