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PostSubject: 10/14/18-10/20/18    Sun Oct 14, 2018 7:05 pm

10.14.2018
17:58:47

bobotie--a spiced mince baked with an egg topping/flat bread/black beans/ale/fruit pie










Ingredients:

1 slice of day old bread

1 handful (cup) bosk milk

2 lg spoonful (Tbsp) olive oil

2 lg onions, chopped

2 cloves of garlic, minced

1 lg spoonful (Tbsp) curry powder

1/2 stone  ground baby verr meat

1/2 handful (cup) raisins

4 pieces (2 hort in length) of tospit zest

12 blanched almonds, chopped

1/4 handful (cup) tospit juice

3 lg spoonful  mango chutney, chopped

1 vulo egg

1 lg spoonful  white sugar

1 spoonful  white salt

1/2 spoonful  ground black pepper

1/2 spoonful  tumeric

1 vulo egg

Directions:

Preheat the hearth to a low flame Grease a 2 quart baking dish. Place the bread in a shallow dish, and pour the bosk milk overtop, allowing it to soak in.
Heat the olive oil in a skillet. Stir in the onions and garlic, and cook until lightly browned, about 5 ehn. Add curry powder, cook for another 2 ehn and set aside to cool.
Combine ground verr meat, raisins, tospit zest, almonds, lemon juice, chutney, and one egg in a large bowl. Squeeze excess milk from the slice of bread and add the bread to the verr mixture; reserve the remaining milk. Season with sugar, salt, pepper and tumeric.  Add the onions to the verr mixture, mix well until well combined. Scrape the mixture into the prepared baking dish, and level the top.
Bake in the hearth for 1 ahn. Beat the remaining vulo egg with the remaining bosk milk and pour evenly over the top of the casserole. Return the casserole to the oven, and continue baking until the custard has set and top is golden brown, 15 to 20 ehn.


~~ebediyet choose this recipe from the recipe box of the Kitchen Jarls to make for her Jarl wanting to make something different for she has learned in the time she has been on the Isle he does not like the same ole same ole and since she is now his personal bond she wanted to make something special he ever nay has had

~~she washes her hands while reading the ingredients drying them off on a clean rep she scoops up a basket and goes and fetches her harvest for the meal she attends to make this evening for her Jarl...just thinking about him eating the meal while she is near makes her heart race and pleasing him with the meal is a double beat

~~she gathers from the cold room some bosk milk a vulo egg some baby verr meat the mango chutney...she then scurries sto the pantry for the other items to place in her basket a few tospit  cup of raisins 12 blanched almonds...curry powder salt pepper a few cloves of garlic tumeric... cup of sugar then takes her finds to the counter where she begins to prepare the meal

~~looking over at nancy as she is making some flat bread and smiles as the Kitchen wench is making a fruit pie knowing both of the makings will pair nicely with the meal she is making...she checks the pot of black beans simmering over the cooking fires away from the main heat...smiling she chopped up the almonds and places them in a little pile along with the garlic she chops finely...she peals the tospit in 4 pieces and juices the other one along with the one she pealed

~~she grease a 2 quart baking dish adds the day ole bread and pours the milk atop...she heats a pan with olive oil and onions and garlic till brown sets it aside to cool some...combining the ground verr meat, raisins, lemon zest, almonds, lemon juice, chutney, and one egg in a large bowl..then squeezes excess milk from the slice of bread and add the bread to the hurt mixture reserves the remaining milk...seasons with sugar...salt...pepper and tumeric then..dd the onions to the verr mixture mixes well until well combined

~~she scrapes the concoction into the baking dish levels it..she places it on the hearth for 1 ahn while it bakes mixes the remaining vulo egg with the remaining bosk milk then after an ahn she pours it evenly over the top of the casserole and returns it to the oven...continue baking until the custard has set and top is golden brown about another 15 to 20 ehn

~~she cleans her station while waiting for the dish cooks...then gathers a tray and atop she places a mug of ale a bowl of black beans a plate of flat bread and a slice of the fruit pie...to complete she will add the dish she just made to the tray...she goes and checks how she looks in the bathroom making sure she looks and smells good the kirtle he gave her riding just right upon her full hips showing off her northern brand on her silky high thigh and the valley of her cleavage plunged to her belly button

~~she takes a lotion soaked rag and polishes her boots so they shine...then dabs behind her ears the lavender perfume...then washes her hands with the lavender soap to layer on the fragrance not to bold but subtle...then she slips back to the kitchen and takes the dish out off the hearth...it is nice and brown she tops it with some fresh basil  adds it to the food decor tray she has prepares thus far then lifts the tray and heads to the Main Hall for it is time for dinner

~~her first serve to her Jarl she prays will go well...taking careful foot falls around the scattered furs and pillows benches tables and chairs...rounded hips ring out her submission as they rock back and forth with each step...sapphire loving eyes focused on her Jarl as he adorns his big chair awaiting his dinner from his personal bond...she steps lightly to his right side...bends  slightly forward and places the tray before him with the main dish she had made for him along with the rest

~~then she lifts her left leg to rest her high back thigh to the right arm rest of his chair...leaning to his right side her slave fires burn brightly as her left shoulder kisses with his a wide grins meets her auburn colored lips her long blonde hair flowing over her back and shoulders outlining her diminutive frame she takes a deep breath and a beautiful song escapes her throat as she speaks

"Good evening my Jarl...ebediyet has prepared for you bobotie...which is a spiced mince baked with an egg topping  she noted you nay liked the same ole same ole...nancy made the flat bread and the kitchen wench made the black beans and the fruit pie to wash it all down girl has brought you a mug of ale...my Jarl she prays it pleases you and your appetite...as it has made your girl happy to serve you"...she kisses his cheek lightly and awaits what he has to say

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PostSubject: Re: 10/14/18-10/20/18    Mon Oct 15, 2018 2:04 am

10.15.2018
01:36:59


fishing trip to get fish for the winter




~~smiles as she stands on the ship deck...eyes shine as she watches the Men through out a large net she is gathering fish to dry to take back  to Hunjer Island...the Men do a good job throwing out the nets and bringing in the fish...eyes move over the sea as the Children are aboard she watches for any signs of unfriendly ships...leaning against the rail she looks out at the beautiful sea yes she still thought it beautiful even though it almost took her life...small hands grip the rail as she leans over watching the water....small booted feet move toward the stern of the ship...her eyes keep a watch on the open water watching for any sign of another ship...shielding her eyes she looks up at the Mass seeing the thrall in the crows nest making sure He is watching the waters as she does

~~the ship moves along quietly on the sea... the nets are now doing their job...they will hopfully bring in many fish making the time at sea shorter...she will not be happy unless she can get 15 to 30 barrels of fish...if there is more then that is even better...her hands grip behind her as she stands with legs slightly parted holding Her balance...the Captain comes up and smiles...ebediyet smiles back..."How is it going?"...the Captain speaks in a strong voice ..."the Men love the work though they would rather be hunting for other treasures" ...he laughs...softly as she speaks... "yes Jarl girl knows but this is for Hunjer Isle and that is one of the places that has been so kind to you and your crew and family giving you a place to stay when needed" ...the Captain smiles and nods..."aye"

~~a small smile crosses her lips as she leans against the rail watching how well the Men move and how effective they are...he shows pride in His Ship and how well it works when he is on or off of the ship...the Children rest below though she is sure they will awaken very soon and she will need to tend them...it will give her a chance to make notes in her Journal also normally she would be dressed head to toe in her kirtle but aboard the ship it was easier to get around in the pants and shirt the thralls wear...now she knew a lot about the Ship and was ready to jump in where she might be needed though most of the time the Ship did not need her help...her arms cross over her middle as she watches the Ship workings

~~nodding to the Captain she moves below to get the children up and to make her logs...she knows that the Men will keep everything going and let her know if she is needed...she speaks to the Captain..."Jarl please make sure the thrall in the lookout makes sure to keep the eyes out we don't want any trouble"...the Captain nods and speaks..."aye I will do so girl"

~~she steps down below deck and to the Captains Cabin with the children still sleep as she pulls out her Journal and begin to make the logs ebediyetO's Logs:10/15/19 the trip to get fish has been gratefully peaceful...the Captains children have been helpful loading the barrels with the catch of the Men we should have what the Isle needs in the way of fish girl is happy that her Jarl allowed her to be of help to the Captain taking care of his children and seeing to the catch as the Men and thralls will while his Mate is visiting family down South...girl is going to rest since the Children are asleep if they need her for anything knows they will call for her

~~having rested and tended to the Children needs once they awakened she if found now standing on the ship watching as more and more fish are pulled aboard from the nets that where put out...a big smile crosses girls lips as she watches knowing this will bring lots of fish for the Isle the Men work hard at getting everything pulled aboard the ship...yes this day they would be able to take lots of fish to Hunjer Isle for the winter to come

~fish jump here and there as they are brought on board...she watches as many Men start to kill and clean the fish they work fast at this for the faster they kill the less likely any will be left jumping on the deck and causing trouble...her already wearing the pants and tunic she  heads down the deck to help out...grabbing a fish she begin cutting it up...with skill she slices it down the middle and then pull out the insides...makes sure all scales are removed...after the head is taken off and the inside is removed she toss it to a barrel and grabs another again and again she cleans the fish...her hands are covered in fish guts and blood and her back begins to hurt but it must be done and the more that help the faster we can go into shore

~~loose locks of hair fall in her face as she works along side the Men...her face is red as she works long and hard on this even the children pitch in filling the barrels with the clean fish...the nets are just about in as we clean and make the fish ready for drying some will be keep fresh for eating now but most will be dried to help Hunjer make it through the winter...standing up she rests a hand on her lower back...but she will not stop till all the fish are done and we can make our way to the Isle...using the back of her hand she wipes the sweat from her eyes and begin the work again...finally after what seemed like days the fish are just about done...in truth we had been working at this for about 6 hours but she would not stop till all could stop...glancing up at the look out then to the sea she keeps a eye on all for she did not want to be caught out on the open sea with the children aboard but this needed to be done and she said she would do it if it would please her Jarl

~~after all the fish is ready and a count is taken it seems there are about 10 barrels of fresh fish which when dried would be about 7 barrels that was a start she looks to the Captain who seems to read her mind and yell commands "Clean that deck and get ready to sail back to Hunjer"...which is good to hear for she is hot smelly and covered in fish guts and blood not a pretty site for a Hold Jarl'a personal bond to be...she quickly goes below deck to bathe the Kids and then herself putting on her grey kirtle  and priming so when docked she will be presentable to her Jarl she has missed being in the Home this morning but she will be home soon and she has the evening to pleasure her Jarl  

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PostSubject: Re: 10/14/18-10/20/18    Tue Oct 16, 2018 4:56 am

10.16.2018
05:40:14

Tile Dance



~~once again it was ebediyet's turn to dance and since she was jut claimed by the Hold Jarl she thought it would befitting for her to dedicate a dance souyl in his honor...she sashays her pert lil bum to the dace area upon the wooden floor...the musicians await her head nod...she takes in a deep breath and prays she is found pleasing...then nods

~~a soft swishing sound filters over the warm night air as she slips off her kirtle letting it slide down her lush shape to her feet and steps before the Free...in the shadows of the trees she imagines the shape of a Man...her Jarl...he is elusive as the fires shed light between the branches...the haunting melody of the pipes picks up the same rhythm as the rustle of the leaves

~~she slides down to rest upon the cool floor the bright color contrasting with the pale perfection of her lovely skin...her molten mane cascades about her like a wild pool of gold as she slithers to the very length of her chain...the trill of the pipes is drowned by the heavy rhythmic thud of the drums as she undulates...her toned stomach writhes against the cold floor...the tight pucker of her rosy nipples brushing the chilled tan surface

~~she crawls towards him like a wild she larl...her prowling hips wriggling with the pounding beat of the drums...her well toned form lifting in a gentle undulation of offering as the tempo of the melody increases...her searing flesh restricted to the floor...a moan escapes wanton lips as she writhes beneath the intense gaze of steely eyes...hips grinding her hot...wet need against the contrasting cold...her fingertips rub the tight puckered nipples as the swell of her breasts is lifted under his gaze

~~her lustrous blond mane spills wild and pale against the vibrant wood of the floor...staining them gold as her soft and enticing laughter fills the air with taunting promise of fulfilled desires her silken thighs part...showing Him her willingness to please and for fill Him with every sensual inch of her lovely body...the rounded mounds of her firm ass press down to rub on the wooden floor as she opens like a flower under his eyes

~~she arches back and lifts lithe hips to him in supplication as she moves across the floor in a carnal rhythm...her glistening...wet beauty offered to satisfy his needs...her aim to inspire his lusts to take her and reinforce the bonds of her slavery the enticing curve of her ass presses tight against the cold floor as she arches up...a feline purr growling softly in the back of her lovely throat...her velvet blue eyes watch him...wild and wanton promise in their heated depths

~~then she curls over to toss a wanton gaze back at him...the rounded curve of her ass displayed to his eyes...a wanton finger trailed back between her parted thighs to trace a line from rose to moist hot petals...her tongue roams in lazy invitation over her sensual mouth as she sways...lifting up her hips and parting her thighs in wanton abandon...her fingertips roam her ivory skin... stroking where she would have him roam...rubbing at her heated need

~~full breasts thrust perky tips up to the evening air...budding hard from wanton lust rather than from chill on this balmy eve...her eyes promise anything he might desire...lithe flesh willing to please...and satisfy his desires with each gentle buck of her...her head arches back and breathing heavy as she plunges deep her fingers...her purring moans straining with the agitation of her heat as the spasms of release edge closer...she trembles under his will for her release

~~she slithers to his boots and stretches back upon the floor...her nakedness open to his gaze...her curves are a silent offering to the need of her Jarl should he be willing to take his wanton animal whose body begs before him...she purrs tempting him with the blinking of black lashes over her lust filled eyes



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Tile Dance

The tile dance is commonly performed on red tiles, usually beneath the slave ring of the master's couch. The girl performs the dance on her back, her stomach and sides. Usually her neck is chained to the slave ring. The dance signifies the restlessness, the misery, of a love-starved slave girl. It is a premise of the dance that the girl moves and twists, and squirms, in her need, as if she is completely alone, as if her need is known only to herself; then, supposedly, the Master surprises her, and she attempts to suppress the helplessness and torment of her needs; then, failing this, surrendering her pride in its final shred, she writhes openly, piteously, before him, begging him to deign to touch her. Needless to say, the entire dance is observed by the Master, and this, in fact, of course, is known to both the dancer and her audience, the Master. The tile dance, for simple psychological and behavioral reasons, having to do with the submission context and the motions of the body, can piteously arouse even a captured, cold Free Woman; in the case of a slave, of course, it can make her scream and sob with need.
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PostSubject: Re: 10/14/18-10/20/18    Wed Oct 17, 2018 6:41 am

10.17.2018
07:34:27








The Three Brothers

~~a story told to ebediyetO's Jarl while they were talking in the Main Hall relaxing while he enjoys his mug of blackwine  with her nuzzling his right leg as she is knelt at his feet...her sapphire pools looking up to him with a smile as bright as the 3 moons she goes to say in a soft melody her tale to him of the Three brothers

Once there were three brothers. They worked as miners, digging in the mountains for gold and precious gems. They worked together for many years; always they were on good terms and helped each other when one had difficulties. They enjoyed their lives working far away from the cities, occasionally visiting the near-by town to trade their finds and buy food and wine and tools for their mines.
One day while they were in the town they stopped at a tavern to get refreshment before their journey home. In the tavern they saw three girls, two were serving Masters and the third was dancing in the sandy pit at the back of the tavern.
One of the girls had raven black hair and skin the color of creamy blackwine. Her eyes were dark and she was serving a Master dressed in rich robes of a physician. The oldest brother saw her and desired her for his own. He approached the tavern owner and asked about the girl.
“Aye” said the owner, “I would sell her, but my price will be high.”
The brother looked at the girl once more and his heart beat faster.
“What is your price?” the oldest brother asked the tavern owner.
The owner told the brother and the brother said he would return in the next month to buy her. He hoped to mine enough so that his share would pay for the girl.
The second girl was fair, with golden blonde hair and bright blue eyes. Her skin was like porcelain and as she knelt to serve a group of warriors, the middle brother knew that he must have the girl for his own. He approached the tavern owner and inquired about the girl.
“Aye” said the owner, “I would sell her, but my price will be high.”
The brother looked at the girl once more and his heart beat faster.
“What is your price?” the middle brother asked the tavern owner.
The owner told the brother and the brother said he would return in the next month to buy her. He hoped to mine enough so that his share would pay for the girl.
The third girl had rich brown hair, long and shiny; it fell down her back in cascades to her waist. Her skin was lightly tanned and her eyes were bright emerald green. The youngest brother watched the girl as she danced and his heart was filled with love for her. He approached the tavern owner and asked if she was for sale.
“No” said the tavern owner. “She is my favorite and I will not sell her”
The youngest brother pleaded and offered the tavern owner gold and gems and a fortune if he would only sell the girl. But the tavern owner would not change his mind.
The three brothers sat at a table and drank ale and talked of the girls. Each claimed his favorite the most beautiful. The two older brothers spoke excitedly about how they would mine all month and return to buy their girls. The youngest sat in silence, sad that he was unable to buy the girl he loved. As they sat there, the tavern owner watched them but he spoke no more to the brothers and at last they left for the mountains.
All that month the three brothers worked hard. The oldest two were determined to mine enough to buy the girls their hearts desired. The youngest, although he knew that he could not buy his beloved, yet was kind hearten and wished for his brothers to be happy. That month they all worked hard, digging in the mine for long hours, each night counting the gold they had dug from the ground. All this time, the youngest brother worked harder that either of his brothers. In part he wished them to be able to buy their girls, but in the most part, he found that while he worked hard his own heart did not ache so badly.
At the end of the month the brothers were happy with their haul. They traveled to the town and went to the exchange to have their gold weighed. When it was spit three ways, as was their custom, it was a tidy sum. But it was not quite enough for the two older brothers to buy the girls from the tavern owner. The youngest brother saw the disappointment in their eyes, and split his take so that his brothers had enough and the youngest still had sufficient to pay for their provisions.
They went to the tavern and the oldest brother spoke to the tavern owner.
“Here is the price you asked, let me buy the black haired girl from you.” He asked.
“Did you earn all this yourself?” Asked the tavern owner.
The brother explained how they had worked and that still his share had not been sufficient and how his youngest brother had given him the extra he needed.
“Well, you have met my price, and I will sell you the girl. Her name is raven because of her hair” The tavern keeper took the money and handed raven to her new Master.
Next the second brother came to speak to the tavern owner.
“Here is the price you asked, let me buy the blonde haired girl from you.” He asked.
“Did you earn all this yourself?” Asked the tavern owner.
The brother explained how they had worked and that still his share had not been sufficient and how his youngest brother had given him the extra he needed.
“Well, you have met my price, and I will sell you the girl. Her name is goldie because of her hair” The tavern keeper took the money and handed goldie to her new Master.
Then the tavern owner summoned the youngest brother to him.
“Do you not wish to make me another offer on the girl you liked?” he asked, knowing full well that the brother did not have any money to buy her.
“You said you would not sell her.” The brother answered. “I believed you, but do you now say that you will sell her when I have no money to pay for her?” He was distraught and feared that he had lost his chance to buy the girl he loved.
“You are right, I will not sell her.” The tavern owner replied. “But I have seen and heard what you have done for your brothers. You worked hard, though it benefited you nothing. And then you gave up your own coins so your brothers would be happy. You are a good man. A better man than I perhaps” He smiled, “And though I will not sell my girl to any man, I will give her to you as a gift.”
He called the brown haired girl to his side.
“This is your new Master, girl” He said and saw how their eyes locked and knew they were very much in love. “Her name is charity and she is yours.”


~~when ebediyet finished her story she clung to her Jarl's leg tears were running down her cheek...the tale got to her...made her think about how badly she wanted the Hold Jarl to own her and how she worked real hard to be pleasing enough so that he would and out of the blue when she just about gave up begging to be his...he up and claimed her...a stuttering voice
announced "thank you my Jarl for making girls hard work flourish that you found her worthy of your steel and making ebediyet your personal bond"...then she bends to kiss his boots

~~he pulls her up to face him and dries her eyes with his fingers holding her chin up as their foreheads mesh...he speaks "you are mine for eternity...you have pleased me with your story and the time we are spending together"...ebediyet smile widens as she listens to what he has to say...the fires deep in her belly alive

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PostSubject: Re: 10/14/18-10/20/18    Thu Oct 18, 2018 7:16 am

10.18.2018
07:45:02

milking the cow bosk/cleaning up








~~girl glances around the kitchen noticing the small amount of eggs and milk and bends to grab a big bucket placing it in the sink scratching with soap and clear water till it free of dust and dirty the sun rays coming from the window making shadows at the curvaceous body...then heads out to the barn

~~pets the bosk and place some food for the big Gorean cow to eat...sit at the small bench her kirtle  skirt raising showing round heart shape butt and spread her legs placing the clean bucket under the bosk tits “good girl now let’s start ” talks in a calm voice

...~~takes the rep clothe from her skirt and carefully clean the big cow tits...feeling the smoothness with her small hands the petite slave contrasting with the huge animal...slowly pushes from up to bottom feeling the white liquid squirt inside the bucket

~~ hums as she works the small feet sinking at the hay when suddenly the huge bosk release a big amount of poop “oh dear … what a smell” releases the tits and pinches her nose her lips pursing with disgust “now who gonna clean that” sighs in disbelief noticing her feet cover with the mess

~~ kicks the shit from her small feet and check if all tits are dry “fine big girl thanks for the present” pet the side of the smelly animal “now girl will need to bath before finish her chores!” grabs the bucket the muscles of her arms stretching at the effort

~~Jarl Thunderbolt seeing ebediyet as he comes to the barn says "greetings ebediyet" she blinks and the rest of the bucket  is full of milk at the floor bowing making sure not to hit with her face the big shit near the bosk tail...raises and hold her breath “tal...Jarl”

~~Jarl Thunderbolt looks at the bucket seeing that it is full of bosk milk swats at the flies that circle the bosk dung and everything nearby ebediyet tries to hide her smelly feet that was cover with the bosk shit “good see you Jarl may this girl help in anything?” clear the fresh bosk poop smelling...he stutters "uhhh. mmmm...perhaps when you do not smell of the bosk!"

~~she glances the huge animal “guess she liked girl  and gave girl a present” frowns a bit and giggles ”may this girl deliver this milk and go clean herself then Jarl?”...he laughs...oO (thinking that the bosk can make a large pile of dung very quickly...nods to her)

~~she thanks him then waves bye to him as she takes the heavy bucket full of milk to the Holds kitchen releasing a smell of bosk shit behind her rest the bucket on the floor and goes search of a nice pan on the shelf...goes tip toes her breasts bouncing almost getting out of her small shirt and grabs it cleaning with a rep clothe one till it shines clean and fill with part of the milk from the bucket

~~grabs another clean rep clothe and wet with water and soap scratching her petite feet cleaning from the bosk shit and the kitchen floor happy that all is free from the stink smell places all the dirty rep clothes at her belt to wash later and grabs again the bucket spinning at her heels to move to the cold room

~~with the rest of the milk fills another big vessel cleans the bucket from the rest of the milk and grabs the long hoe from the storage room the goes back to the barn moving back the bosk to gather all the shit “someone has to do it" she repeats for herself

~~rests a clean bucket near the pile of bosk shit and pushes with the hoe a big amount or the shit into it...the muscles at her long arms stretching at the hard moves...fills the bucket cleaning the pen her exquisite body dirty with the poop...she grabs the bucket and rushes to deposit it in the manure pile

~~she goes to clean finally the bucket and fill with fresh water and nice lavender soap happy she will finally clean herself and be presentable when she is serving her Jarl his lunch...she washes thoroughly and then..changes her kirtle for a clean one then puts on some boots nay to get her feet dirty again today...then primps...cleaning up the bathroom...she looks in the mirror then smiles seeing she is perfectly clean  

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PostSubject: Re: 10/14/18-10/20/18    Fri Oct 19, 2018 7:35 am

10.19.2018
07:50:21

dishes and fire wood






~~after she served her Jarl breakfast and he drifted out of the Hold to tend to some paper work down at the docks...ebediyet reaches for his platter and mug taking a damp rep cloth and cleaning his spot at the table and then running it along the arms of his chair making sure all dirty was gone

~~she slips to the kitchen and washes the dishes from breakfast...thankfully it was a few platters vessels for she got ahead of her chore while awaiting for the bed 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 ot 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 Hall and bedrooms

~~she sits by the back door on the bench and puts her boots on then rises to her full height and turns to the backdoor and find her way to where the men 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 Hold climbing the stairs to her Jarls room and fills his fire box full

~~having some more logs left in her arms she slithers to the next bedroom and released the rest of her load there...over and over again she makes the trip down the stairs into the yard back to the Hold with armloads full of logs and up the stairs making sure all the rooms are equipped with enough wood to last a good few days

~~she only stops to gaze into the direction of the docks to where her Jarl is in hopes he will return soon...seems she is lost with out him...he brings out the best in her and she loves having him near to keep her on her toes...hearing the Jarl 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 Halls boxes full which take a few more trips then upstairs for they keep the fires here well stoked and it takes more wood to keep up that demand

~~ebediyet was sure getting a good workout should keep her arms and legs well toned...as she brings more armloads 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 Jarl the Hold was fully stocked and he nods and tells her she is dismissed..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

~~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...ans 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 grey kirtle one her Jarl gave her soon after she got to the Isle..she ties the belt tucking some of the skirt in to raise the hem to show off much bond flesh to tease and taunt her Jarl...picking up her dirty clothes and wet towel she heads back to the Hold she takes her garment and towel and places them in the laundry...she quickly enters the kitchen to help with dinner with a smile on her lips knowing her Jarl will be pleased of what she did this day

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PostSubject: Re: 10/14/18-10/20/18    Fri Oct 19, 2018 2:44 pm

The dance, was a bit wh*reish for Me. There is sexy, even slutty, but that pushed limits that I cared for.

The story on the other hand, we well wrote, I enjoyed it
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PostSubject: Re: 10/14/18-10/20/18    Fri Oct 19, 2018 5:32 pm

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yes my Jarl she understands she will tone it down the next she dances...glad you enjoyed the story girl cried real tears when finishing the story

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PostSubject: Re: 10/14/18-10/20/18    Sat Oct 20, 2018 10:26 am

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head scarfs




~~it was a rainy morning ebediyet quickly made herself a bowl of gruel and drank a glass of water found a heal from of a loaf of bread she ate that along with butter and some jam...cleaning her mess up...as she looked around the kitchen she looks to the beautiful kitchen wench and thought a head scarf would
look beautiful on her and would come in handy to keep her hair from getting in to the foods she made also would be good for the other bonds when they wish to be alluring or when working to keep hair out of eyes

~~ebediyet went to the supply closet and looked around for the sewing kit some scraps of material that she had saved for some projects and what better project was this to use what she can recycle to make the head scarf...maybe a few for all the bonds...the girl went to sit in her favorite spot by the window so she could keep an eye out for her Jarl upon his arrival to the Hold

~~she sit on the window bench and pulls out some of the material looking it over seeing what she can do with it and would it be enough to make the head scarf...opening it she sees this one she would not have to do much trimming...just add a simple hem around and it would work...she lays the material and takes the sewing kit pulling out the scissors some matching thread to the material and a small bone needle...lay them beside the material...she smooths out the material

~~taking the scissors in her left hand and trimming the uneven material from the bulk of it...making it plumb square...then she sets the scissors aside takes up the needle and thread pull from the roll enough thread to go all around the square of material...she threads the needle and ties off the thread pulling the material in her lap she fold a small part of material to make a hem and she begins sewing in and out of the needle her hand movements precise till she has sewed around the whole square

~~she ties off the thread and cuts it with the scissors...with a trained eye she looks upon her handy work and smiles seeing the hem was perfect...she lays the scarf to her lap and chooses some yarn that matches the black scarf black and tan yarn she thread the needle with the black yarn and goes about attaching it to the scarf as much as a fringe she does this several times and then again with the tan yarn...when she is finished...she holds the scarf up and grins knowing this would pair well with her outfit

~~the bond makes several head scarfs in multiple choices of color.s..hemming..decorating some with fringe like the one she made herself and some so colorful they needed no garnish..her knowing the others will love to match up their outfits as well... the last scarf has greens and blues mixture of color and would go well with the kitchen wenches hazel eyes...would accent her features well..it was even silky to the touch very light so to keep her from sweating when at the stove or grill cooking

~~ebediyet packs up her sewing kit...folds the scarfs and places them in the basket...rises up and takes the sewing supplies back to the supply closet then the basket she takes to the kitchen and shows the others what she has made...then shows them just how they can wear them

~~the others squeal with delight...and watch how ebediyet ties the head scarfs around her head...they all take turns choosing the way they would liked theirs tied...then ebediyet places her own around her head...the girls all are hogging the mirror looking then they decide since the men are coming in to the Main Hall after their meeting with the Hold Jarl...they should parade themselves armed with mead or ale for the mens pleasure

~~to which all the girls line up and start their marching into the Main Hallone by one giving each one a few moments to show off her head scarf the Free Men watch as the bonds move about the Main Hall...some whistle as one of the girls twirl around then each girl shimmies up to a Jarl and fills their horns with the Jarls choice...ebedyeti sways her hips and dances across the wooden floor effortless ending up to the right of her Jarl...with a bright candy apple colored smile stands as a woman should stand...perfect...reaches for his horn her baby blues never leaving his face and fills it with the honey mead setting the pitchers one of ale and one of the mead to the table before him

~~as he is sitting in his chair by the fire her pert lil ass adorns his lap her hair high on her head wrapped in the black head scarf with fringe tickling her upper back and shoulders adorning her golden hair she offers to his lips the mead and whispers softly..."my Jarl your ebediyet has brought you some honey mead to sweeten your taste buds...she prays it brings a smile to your face"...then tips it just a little till he parts his lips to partake


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