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PostSubject: 10/28/18-11/3/18   Sun Oct 28, 2018 11:26 am

10.28.2018
11:31:26

pumpkin carvings





~~after drying off her hands as she just finished dishes from lunch...ebediyet exits the kitchen door to the back yard...the sun still high in the sky she walks to the supply shed and reaches for the handle of the small wagon and turns to go down the path to the garden...the birds escort her with their songs they chirp...a nice breeze is blowing but it is not cold...the leaves of the tree painting the skyline with their colorful beauty

~~she stops by the garden...drops the handle of the wagon and slips into the garden and she looks through the pumpkins...looking for three perfect ones to decorate the Hold with on the mantle of the Main Hall...she sees a nice one but when she starts to look more closely it is flat on one side and brown
this will not do

~~picking through the patch she finds the three that will do great for her project...she lifts them one by one and staggers to the wagon because they are
heavyones...one...two...three...she sets them carefully next to each other then wipes her brow with the back of her hand  bend to get the handle of the wagon..then turns the wagon around and begins the journey back to the hold

~~the fall season is the best..not to hot not to cold....a great time to be outside to which that is what she plans to do today...coming to the well the girl dips the bucket in the hole and pulls up it up full of cool water..then she pours the water to each pumpkin and wipes away the dirt with a rep cloth from her belt...to the work table out side she lifts the pumpkins to the table one by one

~~taking a dry cloth and rubbing around the pumpkins till dry...she rushes into the kitchen and begs the Kitchen Jarl for use of a carving knife to which he allows her to use one...but tells her to bring it back as soon as she is done...she promises and thanks him...walking out side..she plucks up a empty bucket
and set it on the ground next to the table

~~she chooses one of the pumpkins cutting a top out then scooping out the seeds..she sets them to the side...then pulls out all the stringy stuff tossing it in the bucket..the pumpkin is completely hallow...she does this 2 more times...then she cleans up the seeds...rushes back to the kitchen to get a flat cooking sheet
and goes out back again to place the seeds on the sheet...making sure they are evenly spread out...then takes them to the kitchen salts them heavenly and places them in the oven to parch...in the mean time she gathers 3 candles...then takes the seeds out of the oven and lets them cool on the counter

~~back outside at the table she grabs a log and turns it up to use as a chair..then picks up the knife and begins to design the pumpkins making sure to be careful and precise with her knife skills and carving them up just so...it takes her a good bit of time but she thinks she finally has them done and would think the Hold Jarl...her Jarl will be please on how she carved them up...one by one she takes the pumpkins and places them on the mantle of the hearth in the Main Hall
then gets the candles she gathered and places one in each lighting them then place the lid on them...the designs pop as the are illuminated

~~to the kitchen she goes and places the roasted pumpkin seeds in a nice bowl and displays them at her Jarls seat for his munching needs...along side a big mug of ale...she goes outside and cleans up her mess then takes the bucket full of pumpkin guts and feeds them to the sleen...she rinses the bucket out and places it upside down back where she found it...then in the kitchen she takes the baking sheet and washes it up dries it and plunks it back to its bed to rest with the others...looking into the Main Hall...looks at the pumpkins glowing bright and she smiles then takes off to primps before dinner

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PostSubject: Re: 10/28/18-11/3/18   Mon Oct 29, 2018 2:06 pm

10.29.2018
14:25:58

dinner for my Jarl




~~the dinner rush had left and ebediyet's Jarl did not make it to eat...all the prepared food was gone the Men were extra hungry...ebediyet went in panic mode and rushed around the kitchen finding something she could make for his dinner for when he gets back he will be famished...thinking...oO( now what should she do )..she rushes to the kitchen looking all about till it hit her what to do

~~she enters the pantry with a big bowl and places some beans and onions and mushrooms...sweet potatoes marsh mellows and some nuts...some flour for a cake chocolate coco...takes her treasures to the work table in the kitchen then she darts into the cold room for bosk milk eggs..bringing them to the table reaches in the cupboard for spices and some oil

~~back into the cold room she chooses a small tarsk tenderloin one that was the size to feed a hungry man to eat all by his self...takes the meat and lays it to the table looks about and gathers the utensils she will need...first she will need some spices to rub on the tenderloin...she douses it with oil then sprinkles the spices on and rubs the spices in...slapping the hunk of meat with the palms of her hand and placing it on a roasting pan and sets it to the stove for the flames to do their trick of cooking the meat just so

~~next she peals the sweet potatoes and cubes them up placing them into a baking dish...rushes to get some brown sugar and some butter....then sprinkles the potatoes with the brown sugar and drops pads of butter atop and places it in the oven just before done she will add the marsh mellows and nuts..she takes the back of her hand and wipes away the sweat from her brow

~~in a bowl she mixes some cake flower cocoa 2 eggs and some oil mixing it up placing the batter in to 2 cake pans and placing it in the over as well to cook...mean wile she snaps and washes the beans putting them to a baking dish along with some mushrooms...she whips up a white sauce and pours them over the green beans and mushroom along the edges she places some french fried onions that were in a canister on the counter...she places the green bean casserole into the oven to cook

~~while she awaits the dishes to cook she mixes up some chocolate frosting for the cake she is making with the melted chocolate she  melted some white chocolate for decoration...she went to check the potatoes she was able to stick a fork in them so they were just about done she mashed them up in the bowl she added the marsh mellows and nuts and cooked it just a tad more just so the mellows melted some

~~she took the cake pans out the oven and set them to the window to cook...next was the green bean casserole it was finished..along with the tenderloin to which she sat out to soak up the juices before carving....she took the dishes out to her Jarls table for he heard he was back out in the yard talking to the guards...just in time she was getting his meal prepared..she cleaned up her mess and washed herself up making herself look just so for her Jarl

~~she takes the now cooled cakes and places one 1/2 on the plate then covers with frosting then tops it with the other 1/2 and frost the whole cake sides placing a border around the top she slithers on some of the melted chocolate in s spiral then slithers on some of the white chocolate to accent...she quickly fills a mug with some honey mead and takes the cake and the mead to her Jarls chair setting it before him...just as he sat down

~~she welcome him home with a great big smile and shimmied up to his right side placing her left arm to lay across his back and meshes her left cheek to his right cheek while placing her sweet ass to the arm of his chair and sings sweetly to his ear..."my Jarl your girl has prepared a feast just for you...the others ate all that was fixed by the Kitchen Wench...knowing you would be hungry your girl fixed this for you...she prays you will get your fill and it will nourish you"...she awaits to watch him begin to eat cuddling up to his  right side

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PostSubject: Re: 10/28/18-11/3/18   Tue Oct 30, 2018 1:15 pm

10.30.2018
13:10:59

belt dance




~~on the beaches of the Thassa ebediyet with her Jarl sit and watch the sunset and talks about where they may be moving to...ast he music plays softly around them something in her soul makes her rise up and dance for her Jarl it goes like this:

~~with  the foamy sea crashing on the black silt the silken clad slave takes her place upon the sands... cloaked in a revealing ta-teera of azure the girl’s shadowed figure clings to the night chilled beach

~~the czehar player plucks soothing strings ebediyet's fire-lit frame straightens from the waist. feathering palms lift from her strong thighs in slow articulating motions...caress the sultry curves of her tempting frame

~~bangled wrists twist and spiral serpentine like wild vines...staccato positions telling a tale of tranquility...illustrated arms entwine while her fingers roam over her bronze flesh...head lifting to slowly reveal archaic designs upon her face

~~golden cymbals clip and chime...lifting from her heels...the slave’s exotic body contorts with tantalizing muscle control...taut belly oscillates as embers of slavery are billowed to a flame that takes hold

~~boldly flicking and rolling silken hips in time to the ethereal beat...haunting eyes glint from the shadows scanning those who gather to watch...tempest in rags...her hips paint their cunning desire as gossamer shifts like the Tahari sands

~~vixen’s emergence...dancing fingers elegantly flaunt her wanton nature...beseeching to be taken, proclaiming her need...with a ravenous hunger, her hands shimmer over enticing flesh...she dares to beacon them closer with the wave of her finger

~~asly smile purls upon her soft red lips...her eyes narrow with a jaded glance her body begins to sway with the watery sounds of sand filled gourds...knees never leaving the the gritty surface

~~asiren’s call released in a craving cry, dainty fingers thrust up to her collar and down to the valley of her ripe breasts...silk torn free to reveal the slaves vibrant figure

~~hot mews of pleasure emit from wet lips...her hunger growing deep within her belly..the fire now an unrelenting storm....a tingle cascading over her...seduction washed over her flesh as tension rises

~~sea winds whip the tails of her tattered garb licking her skin with sharp strikes...slithering to her belly...wickedly she expresses her unique ways....fists clenching the sands pulling her closer to the feet of her Jarl...rising into her revelry

~~closing her eyes...long lashes flow into a kohl blackness...blue strips are pulled free as her hips shimmer divinely, arching her head back she bends in time to the tempo...twisting until her back clings to the sands

~~ebediyet's body stripped but for the glistening granules that encrust her frame...tumbling locks hiding the archaic markings on her face....pulsating belly stirs provocatively as dainty fingers walk the ripple of her ribs and skim the valley of strong thighs

~~she displays her sinful pleasures...drawing her knees to her belly...stretching one leg to the skies in time to the players beat...feeling the shifting tones...deep within her...soft growls in every breath she takes...glistening flesh oscillates uninhibited

~~his hands fall upon her...in her mind’s eye...his body pressing to hers...she coils and turns...flipping glistening sands into the air...arms wrapped about her tightly as though in his embrace...the beast’s breath quickening

~~he slave’s agile frame coils uninhibited upon the beach...well-toned muscles flushed with her rising pulse...sensual splendor radiated from her...s she slithers before her audience


~~the dark markings on her skin like a living painting in the glow of dancing flames...scanning the empty skies...lulled by the sister moons...she stills…there is no He...the music continues...her mind spun in sorrow’s grasp

"Upon what sea will he sail? On what beast shall he ride? From what harsh land might he come?"

~~tears stain her cheeks as she yearns to end the emptiness...lifting to her perch upon her knees once more...her belly roils with torrents of emotion...with each painful thought she twists in her desperation for perfection

~~hands in her tangled hair...ebediyet's torso sweeps in a full circle...reaching hopelessly to the skies... trembling hands slowly lower to wrap herself in a cocoon of safety....lowering her head meek and solemn...once more her body stills...poised and  not moving

~~in a flash her head snaps back up a ray of tousled hair whipping against her back...she rages... rumbling growls echo against each beat of the players song grasping hard at ripe breasts...hissing her indignation...fingers tearing at her thighs

~~crimson lips parting in an alluring whisper..."touch me… touch me"… the beasts form dissolving into the sands and ascending once more....her soul a battle field...she fights to bury the weakness...in defiance...fists thrust in the sands

~~rolling in the ebony silt she tries to deny herself what she is...fighting to control the need to be... contorting wildly she weaves elegantly in a circle...coming back to her knees

~~intolerant to her base desires...frigid as the northern nights...fingers pull the bundled silks over her features in concealment...the sands swirl with the sea winds...ashadowy figure casting his cold stare upon her and her flesh tingles

~~"misery claims no mercy"... his voice resonates in her ear...the beast’s breath quickens eyes veiled by heavy black lids...“Your soul taken to the will of Men”...he proclaims with a hot breath upon the back of her neck

~~a single finger trails over her back...her gasp audible....turning the girl sweeps her leg upward and then in to her chest in an erotic display...graceful fingers play over his forearms...nostrils flare with the scent of musk and leather


~~he taking hold of her arms he spins her in intricate circles at his feet...guiding her body around his feet...the slave awakens...breathlessly...she struggles against his grasp...fury flows...he denies her flight

~~at his feet she writhes...raw beauty displayed for his pleasure...she cannot resist...glistening dew trickles over the waver of her ribs...captured in his rapture, she cries out..."touch me"

~~thrusting her away...her craving body creeps lustily across the ground...snarling she bares her teet... a she-sleen at his feet she coils around him...fingers tearing at his leathers...she whispers... "touch me"

~~caution to the wind her lathered flesh...bucks and reels before him pitifully helpless...beseeching his touch...his desire...fiercely...his hand clutches her satiny locks...forcing her cheek to his thigh

~~a calloused palm lifting her chin to meet his tempered gaze...“Barter not your soul beast as you are….slave!”..the dark paint washed away...the true slave revealed...at the feet of her Jarl




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Belt Dance

I observed Phyllis Robertson performing the belt dance, on love furs spread between the tables, under the eyes of the Warriors of Cernus and the members of his staff. Beside me Ho-Tu was shoveling porridge into his mouth with a horn spoon. The music was wild, a melody of the delta of the Vosk. The belt dance is a dance developed and made famous by Port Kar dancing girls. Cernus, as usual, was engaged in a game with Caprus, and had eyes only for the board.

As the weeks had worn on, becoming months, I had grown more and more apprehensive and impatient. More than once I had called on Caprus myself, though it was perhaps not wise, to urge him to speed in his work, or to permit me to transmit portions of the documents he was copying to the Sardar. Always he refused. I had been bitter at these delays, complaining and chafing, but there seemed little I could do. He would not inform me of the location of the maps and papers and I did not feel that any direct attempt to steal them and carry them away would be likely to be successful; further, if simply stolen, the Others, through Cernus, would doubtless be informed at the first opportunity and alternate plans put into effect. I reminded myself, again and again, as the month clock rotated, that Caprus was a trusted agent of Priest-Kings, that Misk himself had spoken in the highest terms of him. I must trust Caprus. I would trust him. Yet I could not help my anger.

Ho-Tu pointed with his spoon at Phyllis. "She is not bad," he said.

The belt dance is performed with a Warrior. She now writhed on the furs at his feet, moving as though being struck with a whip. A white silken cord had been knotted about her waist; in this cord was thrust a narrow rectangle of white silk, perhaps about two feet long. About her throat, close-fitting and snug, there was a white-enameled collar, a lock collar. She no longer wore the band of steel on her left ankle.

"Excellent," said Ho-Tu, putting aside his spoon.

Phyllis Robertson now lay on her back, and then her side, and then turned and rolled, drawing up her legs, putting her hands before her face, as though fending blows, her face a mask of pain, of fear.

The music became more wild.

The dance receives its name from the fact that the girl's head is not supposed to rise above the Warrior's belt, but only purists concern themselves with such niceties; wherever the dance is performed, however, it is imperative that the girl never rise to her feet.

The music now became a moan of surrender, and the girl was on her knees, her head down, her hands on the ankle of the Warrior, his sandal lost in the unbound darkness of her hair, her lips to his foot.

"Sura is doing a good job with her," said Ho-Tu.

I agreed.

In the next phases of the dance the girl knows herself the Warrior's, and endeavors to please him, but he is difficult to move, and her efforts, with the music, become ever more frenzied and desperate.

A girl in a tunic of white silk, gracefully, carrying a large pitcher of diluted Ka-la-na wine, approached our table from the rear, and climbed the stairs, delicately, and as though timidly, head down. Then she leaned forward behind me, bending her knees slightly, her body graceful. Her voice in my ear was a whisper, an invitation. I looked at her. Her eyes met mine, beautiful, deep, gray. Her lips were slightly parted. "Wine, Master?" asked Virginia Kent.

"Yes," I said, "I will have wine."

Virginia served me, bowed her head and backed gracefully down the stairs behind me, then turned and hurried away.

"She is White Silk, of course," said Ho-Tu.

"I know," I said.

Another girl approached similarly, though she was attired in a tunic of red silk.

"Wine, Master?" asked Elizabeth Cardwell.

"Again," snapped Ho-Tu, angrily.

Flustered, Elizabeth retreated and again approached. It was only on the third time that she managed to satisfy Ho-Tu, when her eyes, her lips, the carriage of her body, the words she whispered seemed to him adequate. "That is a stupid one," said Ho-Tu. Elizabeth, angry, backed down the stairs and hurried away.

I glanced at Virginia Kent, who was now moving about the tables, in the incredibly brief silken slave livery, the pitcher on her left shoulder, held there gracefully with her left hand. Her hair was now about three inches longer than it had been when she had come to the House of Cernus. She walked gracefully, insolently, the movement of her firing my blood. Her ankles were slender, beautiful. The left, as was the case with Phyllis, was now no longer encircled with the steel band, the identification band. About her throat, however, as was the case with Phyllis also, there was now a lock collar, snugly fitting, white-enameled. Both girls, branded and collared, were well marked as slave.

The belt dance was now moving to its climax and I turned to watch Phyllis Robertson.

"Capture of Home Stone," I heard Cernus say to Caprus, who spread his hands helplessly, acknowledging defeat.

Under the torchlight Phyllis Robertson was now on her knees, the Warrior at her side, holding her behind the small of the back. Her head went farther back, as her hands moved on the arms of the Warrior, as though once to press him away, and then again to draw him closer, and her head then touched the furs, her body a cruel, helpless bow in his hands, and then, her head down, it seemed she struggled and her body straightened itself until she lay, save for her head and heels, on his hands clasped behind her back, her arms extended over her head to the fur behind her. At this point, with a clash of cymbals, both dancers remained immobile. Then, after this instant of silence under the torches, the music struck the final note, with a mighty and jarring clash of cymbals, and the Warrior had lowered her to the furs and her lips, arms about his neck, sought his with eagerness. Then, both dancers broke apart and the male stepped back, and Phyllis now stood, alone on the furs, sweating, breathing deeply, head down.
Assassin of Gor     Book 5     Pages 185 - 188

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PostSubject: Re: 10/28/18-11/3/18   Wed Oct 31, 2018 5:31 pm

10.31.2018
18:13:02

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!



~~ebediyet listened to the story that Jarl Thunderbolt told her a few days ago about an Earth Holiday called Halloween where you carve pumpkins (which she already did) and that you get to dress up as anything your heart desires

~~this got ebediyet to thinking...oO(hummm what can girl do to celebrate..ding ding she would dress as her Jarl desire)...she quickly rushes to the supply shed and looks around for some material...and some feathers...and a little bit of lace...taking it back to the window seat in the Main Hall along with sewing basket

~~she lays out the material and measures how much she will need to make what she is thinking of...a smile crosses her cherry stained lips...her tongue sticking out...as she cut the material just so...she has always been good at eyeing the size she needed...she takes the pieces she has cut out and threads a needle with matching thread and sews carefully the pieces together

~~she humms a tune as she hopes that her Jarl will like what she has chosen...his desire...she sets the pieces down for a moment or two while she goes out to get a stick from the yard by the tree line and rushes back...reaches into the sewing kit she grabs the glue and then takes some black feathers and glues them to the top of the stick...as a feather duster

~~back with her sewing as the glue dries...she cuts some lace to accent the outfit she is making...and takes careful stitches to get it just so...ties the last thread off..and replaces the supplies sets her outfit down along with the feather duster to return the sewing kit and left over material back in the supply shed

~~she gathers a bar of soap and a towel powder and perfume the scent of lavender and quickly used the shower to get clean...drying off and towel drying her hair places the scent to all her sensual spots
she wants to smell nice and be very clean for her Jarl...tosses the towel in the laundry and returns the other bathing items

~~she wanders back to the Main Hall and dons on her outfit twisting and turning to make sure it is the look she was going for...just as her Jarl wonders in...she turns and pretends she is dusting with the feather duster

~~he asks her what kind of git up she was dressed in...she smiled widely and replied...my Jarl..your ebediyet has dress up for the Earth Holiday of Halloween tis why the pumpkins earlier this week..to help celebrate...she dressed as your desire since your desire was to collar her as your personal bond...so she dressed as your BOND---MAID..." (get it...lol)

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PostSubject: Re: 10/28/18-11/3/18   Sat Nov 10, 2018 12:12 pm

That dance, was perfect. Simply perfect.
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PostSubject: Re: 10/28/18-11/3/18   Sat Nov 10, 2018 12:50 pm

thank you my Jarl

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