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PostSubject: 4/8/18-4/14/18   Sun Apr 08, 2018 10:01 am

04.08.2018
10:51:28

bathes/waters flowers/breakfast/awaiting








~~she takes some warm water from the hearth and fills two basins with the pitcher...sets them to the counter...she gets her bar of vanilla soap and a towel and a cloth...she dips the cloth in the warm water of the first basin...and wrings it out scrubbing the vanilla soap against it to get it all sudsy...then washes her face and neck and shoulders and arms...dips in back in the water wrings it soaps it and then washes her torso breasts and underarms and sides and hips

~~dipping again and soaping...she washes her legs front and back especially her knees...then her sassy ass and slave flower...dips once more and washes her feet...rinses the cloth out she dips into the other basin of clean water and goes to rinsing the soap off her...dipping and wringing...till all finished takes the towel and dries off...taking the cloth and towel deposits into the laundry

~~she takes the basins of water out the back door and walks along the pathway watering the flowers wild planted with the water...knowing they needed a good drink...she rinses the basins and dries them out...sets them upon the shelf...turns to go to the supply cabinet...taking vanilla oil and shining her frame up so it glistens...dabs some perfume with the same smell fluffs her hair....pinches her cheeks....and she is freshened up from her tasks

~~having spied the Hold Jarl from the corner of her blue eyes....she smiles impishly...takes a cup from the cabinet...slipping to the hearth to fill it full of blackwine for she seen he had nothing before him she turns to the kitchen and gathers a tray and fill it with vulo fried steak...fried sul two fried vulo eggs...some toast...a bowl of citrus fruit...lifts the tray and head to the  Main Hall...looking to him

~~her hips take on a sway of their own as she approaches him with a loving smile to her soft lips...stepping to his right she kneels her sassy ass resting on her heels thighs kissed shut she lays the tray before him...retracts her arms so hands may lay upon soft upper thighs palms down with head bowed...she whispers like the wind through the trees

~~"Greetings and good morning Jarl...your breakfast and  blackwine...the Isle bond prays this offering will fill your hunger need and make you strong to tackle the days events that fold for you...also she prays pure has been a delight for your eyes...that you have enjoyed her dedication to your Home she has provided"...she looks up to him as she awaits silently for his reply...heart beating rapidly belly fluttering...longing to feel his touch upon her flesh

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PostSubject: Re: 4/8/18-4/14/18   Mon Apr 09, 2018 8:47 am

04.09.2018
09:32:06

sweep/mop/bathe/lunch/awaiting









~~stands with a smile curved on her ruby lips...her mind focused on doing a chore...turns and glides with lengthy but still poised strides into the kitchen...she starts to feel her life purpose with intent to make the Hold a comfortable place for honorable Free to visit...stops in the kitchen and grasps a brush made from temwood...holds it in fair hands...her curvy hips sway with ease and she rocks back on feet carefully brushing the kitchen floor...moving with ease...she watches as dusts swirl around the brush and begin to gather into a harmonious pile...smiles happy to be in servitude bonds and able to feel their strength in keeping her in check in all ways

~~continues to move the brush through the Main Hall...she sweeps over the stones where no furs or chairs occupy...breathes slowly finding peace in the repetition of the task...it makes her feel at ease and she continues with her task...deeply focused and intent upon it....continues to move the brush...dust gathers as she makes her way through the Hold bends forward at her waist and works diligently...determined to make the place spotless.

~~the girls long legs ripple with their lithe features moving with profound care so as to not crash into any objects...continues to work on the task at hand...brushes back till all the Main Hall floor is swept...she stops and collects a shovel from nearby the hearth...bends down and tenses her body so as not to topple over...she smiles happy to see the floor now clean and free from dust...gathers up the dust pile...now quite large from going through the kitchen and Main Hall entirety...long blonde hair storms down around the girls pale back and she smiles happily...content to work and make the Hold presentable

~~moves with care to deposit the dust into the hearth...it starts to burn and vanish...she then carries the brush back to the kitchen...stops to grip a large pail...she pours soup flakes into the pail and then a bit of room temperature water from a small vat...with care and a smile curved on her ruby lips she stops and lifts the pail high...her willowy arm tingles and muscles ripple throughout it...she then moves to the hearth...its warm glow attracts her ever so much
...smiles broadly finding her place in this world develop as she works...she finds a home in the bonds of servitude her station creates

~~smiles softly feeling her heart beat with velocity once more...stops and collects a large kettle from the hearth flames...she lifts it with a cloth and then pours into the pail...carefully breathes and once the pail is submerged with fluids...she then carries it to the kitchen...grips a mop and starts to mop from the back of the kitchen knowing all the windows are open so it will dry fast...she mops pushing her arms back and forward to make the floor shine.

~~continues to mop back into the Main Hall checks to make sure air is coming here also...works happily and smiles as she moves a mop back and forwards on the floor...she carefully breathes and then stops once the exposed Main Hall floor is fully mopped...lays the pail with it off to the side to give the floor time to dry knowing it will only take ehns from the windows being open and the hearth blasting warmth out into the room

~~she turns and takes the bucket and mop to deposits water out back door of the kitchen...returns them to their rightful spot...then takes herself to the bathroom to bathe and make herself presentable to the Hold Jarl while she serves him lunch...drying herself off she takes the towel to the laundry and adds it to the pile of dirty ones

~~back to the kitchen to gather the Hold Jarls lunch of bosk steak with onions...mashed sul with gravy...fried squash...fresh bread rolls...mug of ale...and a sweet treat...the lifts the tray and walks it in to the Main Hall...the room smelling fresh since she just mopped...places the tray to the table where the Hold Jarl sits...to the right of his seat she kneels down  with a smile...her thighs caress and wrists cross over them...she keeps her head up and gaze down and breathes contently now the task is finished

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PostSubject: Re: 4/8/18-4/14/18   Tue Apr 10, 2018 9:59 am

04.10.2018
10:14:05

dead tarsk/dressing a tarsk/roasting a tarsk/feeding sleen/bath/lunch/awaiting













~~blue eyes glance down at the dead tarsk...wow!!...the Hold Jarl really found a huge one this time...looking over the body and mind races over the things she can make with its hide...and all its fat will be great for the candles

~~kicks it head over and looks at the long spike like teeth and trembles even under the warmth of the sun that is starting to set...mentally makes a list of items she needs and walks over to the storage tent while hollering at a couple of the thralls to help out with digging a pit for the tarsk...telling them to make it deep enough and then to fill it with a nice thick layer of smoldering dung chips

~~marches up  to the supply shed and pushes back open the heavy door...sunlight floods the room as she walks in...goes over to the windows and rolls up the tarp shades and secures them with some leather stripped tongs...grabs a bucket and tosses in a large hip bone of the last tarsk we had a few months back to help out with the digging...the large curved bone with its thickness and shape is perfect for the chore

~~then grabs some rope...a long workers knife...a couple of the larger seashells and toss's them in the bucket...stops and thinks going over what she needs and nods yes has everything as she slips out the door and shuts it behind her hollers for one of the thralls to give her a hand as she begins tying the rope around the feet of the tarsk...points to the pole behind the kitchen tent as she tells him to go and hang the animal upside down reading for skinning and gutting

~~goes over to the sleen cages and approaches carefully frowning as they move about in their steal home with a loud gulmping sound she picks up their feeding bowl and rinses it off in one of the many rain barrels...sees that the animal is tied up securely she takes hold of the workers knife thrusting it behind one of his ears and making quick work of slicing it to the other ear with the pan beneath to catch all the blood

~~pushing her hair back from her face as it begins to pour out she positions a large waxed mat beneath the animal too...thrusting the knife back in starting at his belly and dragging it downward to the same throat slit...takes the seashells and cuts away some of the inner organs and mess and tosses them into the sleen bowl...removes the liver and other more tasty parts to be salted down and put away in the cold room

~~ splashes some water on her knowing she must look a sight with blood running down from her elbows as she continue to clean out the animal...along the sides of his belly she cleanly scrape out some of the thicker fat to be used later and tosses it in the bucket...her work and sees that the blood has pretty much stopped she rinses out the caucus and puts all the items back up and wash herself off again

~~goes up into the kitchen and taking down a bottle of oil...a tin of mixed spices and herbs...along with some veggies...hollers at the thralls to let the  drop caucus to the ground as she lines the inside of the raw meat with oils...then with the dry herbs and spices rub it down completely...ending with the stuffing of onions...and diced up suls...uses some heavy thread and sews his belly back up and drags with the help of two thralls the tarsk to the pit

~~so glad they were able to finish digging it just in time and the layer of dung chips glowed a cherry red...pushes the animal into the pit and positions it just so...puts on top of him more dung chips that we all scooped up with a shovel from the fire pit and layered it over the caucus...then helped putting the dirt back over the animal knowing it will take a couple days till it will be done and ready to eat...but ohhh what a mouth watering and tender meat it will be for the Hold Jarl

~~she thanks the thralls for their help and cleans up her mess...then takes the sleen back their bowl with the entrails from the tarsk...watching their tongues snake in and out with the hissing sound makes her almost drop the bowl...they can smell the blood as their eyes show a fever pitch of excitement...puts the bowl down and takes a stick and pushes it to their cages...watching them fight of the food....shakes my head and goes to take a bath to clean herself before she become sleen food

~~after her bath she heads to the kitchen to get the Hold Jarl's lunch..thinking some hot vulvo wings carrot and celery sticks with a white sauce would be a welcomed meal along with some onion rings a mug of ale and a slice of cherry pie...gathering all and placing it to a tray she takes it to his seat in the Main Hall and sets it to the table then to the right of his chair she kneels back arched thighs together hands sleep gently upon her soft upper thighs palms down...her head bows and awaits to be of service to the Hold Jarl as soon as he comes in...a few of the other Free are already being tended to by the other girls

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PostSubject: Re: 4/8/18-4/14/18   Wed Apr 11, 2018 1:39 pm

04.11.2018
14:26:06

gathering ingredients/making a snack/dishes/bath/serving snack/awaiting










~~slipping into the kitchen while no one is around...and raids the kitchen...first getting a big bowl and placing various ingredients into it...small bag of flour...couple of eggs...forks and some cutting tools...carrying the bowl over to the cooking pit

~~finding the rep-cloth wrapped hunk of cheese she stashed earlier...carrying it to the bowl...and also some salt and a grinding screen...assembling all these things before her on the counter...moving to the cooking pot..filling it partway with rendered fat...letting it heat to a good fry temperature...and returns to her bowl and grater

~~n first goes measures of flour...then the eggs getting flour powder all over the place in the stirring process...scraping the dough into a mound...dropping in some pinches of salt first...and then takes her grinding screen and takes also the hardened flavorful cheese and grinds a good bit of the cheese into the dough but not too much

~~setting the cheese block and grinder aside...she uses her fingers to make the now sticky dough into little bite sized sticks...varying in size and thickness...arranging these on a plate...carrying it to the crackling fat in the pot

~~carefully sliding the sticks into the frying kettle...they turn light yellow and sink...only to rise to the top when they are done cooking...yelping as some of the hot grease pops onto her hands...trying to get the snacks in the oil

~~while waiting for the snacks to fry...quickly now taking the grater and the cheese and rubs the block over the screen...the cheese coming off in a fine powder..pleased with the aroma and flavor of it...making sure enough is grated for all the snacks...she grates some more cause she just likes the extra cheese and sets that part aside

~~Waking back to the kettle...a plate lined with rence paper and a large slotted ladle for frying...and scoops the sizzling snacks out of the oil...quickly taking her bowl of powdered cheese...sprinkling it liberally onto the still hot oil on the snacks...so that the powder adheres well.. giving a second coating of cheese

~~leaving the snacks to cool before dumping the big pile into a bowl pure quickly surveys the damage...counting nothing broken or burned down...and hurried to wash her dishes and stowing them away

~~as the cheese snack cools she quickly takes a bath...making sure to get all the cheese dust off of her...she washes her long blonde hair then rinses off and dries herself then deposits the towel in the laundry...knowing it is after lunch and before dinner she wants to give the Hold Jarl a snack to let him know she thinks of him at all times...she has heard his voice still in the Main Hall

~~in the kitchen she quickly looks for a serving dish...having found a large decorated aqua colored bowlpure dumps the now dried snacks into the bowl..and sets it on the tray along with a mug of ale..nibbles on one of the cheese snack that fell out the bowl she smiles eating it...unsure if it could be called a cheeto...she decides not n calls them bosky-bites

~~she walks her offering into the Main Hall...taking a kneel on the right side of the Hold Jarl's Chair...he watches her every move...she kisses her thighs together...arches her back...she looks to the Hold Jarl...as her arms stretch forward offering out the tray of the snack and a mug of ale...looking into his eyes that seem to look straight through her...she sings sweetly to his ears..."Jarl...pure brings you a snack of bosky-bites she made herself hoping it will tide you over  in till dinner... and a mug of ale to quench your thirst..she prays you find favor with the bond of Hunjer Isle"...she awaits a reply in silence

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PostSubject: Re: 4/8/18-4/14/18   Thu Apr 12, 2018 11:44 am

04.12.2018
12:29:49

waking up/lil ganni/ironing/Hold Jarl's Chambers/dinner ready/awaiting









~~awaking once more...by the cold wet nose of the lil ganni...thinking by now she would be use it...but after a warm sleep...his cold nose is welcomed to awaken her to her days chores

~~she pushes back the furs...her arms reaches above her head...stretching her body...gasps as the early morning air awakens ruby nipples...purring she stands up straightens up her sleep area on the right side of the Hold Jarl's bed

~~tying her hair back...she slips out picking up the lil ganni tagging him along with her...and in blink of a eye they were off to the kitchen petting the kit as she descends the stairs with him always enjoying feeling his soft fur...knowing she had a long day a head of her...at the bottom steps she sets him down...with a kiss to his nose...she quickly enters the kitchen smiles to the kitchen wench... as she looks around...sashays to the laundry room...seeing all the clean wash

~~taking the large pile of linens...she turns and slips into the kitchen...moving to the tables...she lays the linens to one side...turning around...she feeds more wood upon the fire with in the hearth...seeing a few irons at one side she picks up two...placing one close to the flames...and the other back a little

~~moving back to the tables...she sorts linens...lays one out upon a long flat surface...not wanting the iron to hot...she takes a rep cloth the lifts the iron...being careful...she begings...ironing one linen after another...rotating the irons once they had cooled down...careful not to burn the flesh of her stomach should the irons get too close better safe then sorry

~~once all the linens were ironed and folded...she goes and puts them away,...laying the ones needed to be mended in basket as she returns to the laundry room...she picks up the pile of tunics...goes back to the kitchen giving the pot slave a loving smile placing the tunics down...she walks to the hearth placing the irons close to the fire upon heated stones...then waits for them to be ready watching the ganni hop around the kitchen playing with a bug she giggles

~~picking the iron up...rep cloth around the handle...she begins to iron each tunic...rotating the irons...until each tunic was done...placing the ones needed mending with the linens then takes the tunics and places them off to the side

~~she then gets the robes leathers and towels...blue eyes mist...as she caresses the Hold Jarl's robes...praying for everything to be well with him as he is off hunting this morning...she carefully irons each robe his leathers and the big fluffy towels...sitting aside the ones then need any mending...once she has all ironed and folded...she gathers the laundry that can be up away placing them in basket

~~ slipping out to the main room and up the stairs...she puts all the laundry away...making sure all was placed back in the right places moving with feather like steps...hangs up the Hold Jarl's robes and tunics...neatly within his closet...making sure they are all ready for his return home puts his leathers all folded neatly to his dresser

~~she turns setting the baskets to his closet to catch his spoiled ones when he changes clothes...and she goes about tidying up his room...making the bed up first...fluffing the pillows....smoothing out the linens and spreading the fur atop just so...placing a kiss of devotion to the furs as she finishes...she draws open the curtains to let the sun in and cracks the window a jar...to let in some fresh cool air..and dances about

~~bending at the waist to align up his boots against the wall next to his dresser...rising up she picks up the blanket and shakes it out then folds it and drapes it on the back of his chair...reaches to the wood box that is over stuffed and adds a few logs to the fire...making sure to keep the loft nice and toasty...going back to the window to shut it...sniffs smelling a nice clean smell...she sprinkles some of her lavender perfume to his furs so he will smell her scent and think of her

~~looking about she smiles as every thing is in order...then fluffs her hair...pinches her cheeks turns to descend the stairs...goes about snuffing out lamps and blowing out candles...adds logs to the fireplace...and opens up the curtains..and cracks a few windows...refreshing the Main Hall....from the stuffy night.....smiling seeing the Hold is in great shape

~~she takes her favorite spot up on the window ledge....the ganni decided it was her favorite place too...he is curled up sleeping purring soundly....pure sits and pets him as he sleeps...looking out the window for a hint site of the Hold Jarl's return.....taking a break from the morning...knowing the dinner is simmering on the hearth and the breads are cooling on the counter.....knowing the Hold Jarl will be feed upon his return

Dinner: cup of bosk stew...small bread loaf and butter...a spiced ginger lime cocktail...a slice of pumpkin spice ale cake

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PostSubject: Re: 4/8/18-4/14/18   Fri Apr 13, 2018 12:49 pm

04.13.2018
13:31:05

lil ganni/making blackwine/abreakfast making/serving/awaiting









~~girl hurried down the smooth stairs of wood...looking around for the lil ganni...she was wearing a bold smile as she headed off into the kitchen...her long blonde mane racing behind her

~~she walked over to the cabinets her lovely smile playing across her redden lips...as she saw the kit by a bowl of cream that he got from presuming the kitchen wench...she reached up opening the wooden smooth doors her blue orbs search and found a well large black stock pot

~~her blue eyes traced over the hard...heavy pot...slender fingers wrapped tightly around the base...she smiled and place the pot on the stove...she bent down her hair pooling around her feet as she opened the door to the stove...it was not lit and the logs were gone...standing up right again she went to the front of the kitchen were a tall stack of logs cut so sharply and smoothly sat facing her

~~she took about three logs sticking two inside the stove seeing..the kit hopping around she smiled and turned on her heels heading to the stove...slowly stuck the end of the third log into the fire watching as the flames stuck to the wood running around the tip watching it catch afire
~~the warm heat touched the side of her face of her face she grinned at the dancing flames standing up right again and closing the stove's door...she watched the heat raise to the top and start burning the base of the pot...she added about a half a pot full of water...awaiting it to boil...she placed one of the blackwine pouches into the pot...when it came to boil she placed a lid on it to let it steep

~~meanwhile she opens the back door to allow the lil ganni to go run free...she heads back to the cold room and gathers some vulo eggs...tarsk bacon... verr cheese...exits the cold room places all the ingredients to the counter...she plucks a skillet up placing it next to the pot and lays some stripes of the tarsk bacon to fry up...once done she cracks some eggs in a bowl whips them up and adds them to the tarsk fat in the skillet to make some folded vulo eggs...she checks the break basket seeing some fresh biscuits

~~she takes a tray down placing one of the biscuits to which she cut in half places a folded vulo on it two stripes of the tarsk bacon and she slices cheese to top it off...then gathers some fresh fruit placing it on the tray... a hot mug of blackwine fresh and black like the Hold Jarl likes it to complete the breakfast

~~picking up the tray and taking it to the Main Hall to set before the Hold Jarl while he conduct morning business with the Guards...she tiptoes in laying the tray to his side...she knows better to speak and interrupt him and she sees him nod to her in acceptance...then she takes her kneel to the right of his seat thighs hug tightly back arches...she plants a great big smile to her lips...watching the Hold Jarl's movements she lays her hands palms down upon her soft upper thighs and awaits to be of further service

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PostSubject: Re: 4/8/18-4/14/18   Sat Apr 14, 2018 4:23 pm

04.14.2018
17:17:30

serves the Hold Jarl rence beer






~~upon hearing the Hold Jarl's deep throaty voice request a tankard of rence beer...pure smiles and says "yes Jarl a tankard of rence beer pure will be happy to serve you this evening" pure rocks back on her heels...pushing herself to stand as she steps off his furs...her small bare feet gliding silently over the worn tiles of the path to the kitchen...long flowing tendrils cascade down the gentle curve of her bare back...the curled ends lightly brushing her bottom as it sways enticingly from side to side with hips that beg for a Jarl's sensual clutch

~~as she enters the room...eyes as blue as the Thassa shines with the morning sunrise scan the shelves in search of a tankard...s-t-r-e-t-c-h-i-n-g on tiptoe as she stretches her lithe form...hips leaning into the counter...the hardness of the edge pressing into the swell of her mound...a soft moan rising from deep within as her hips roll of their own accord increasing the sensation that courses through her body...eyes lighting upon a glass tankard...reminding her of of a vessel that is innocent and pure much like her self with a heart devoted to pleasing

~~fingertips grasping round the handle she brings it down safely and with a turn toward the Main Hall...her blue eyes lift seeking out the Hold Jarl as he watches her every move...his eyes intently following...she moves for the cold room with the vessel clutched within her ample cleavage tugging the handle of the cold room door the beast shivers as the cold air washes over her heated flesh....moving inside the coolness....ebony lashes flutter over deep blue pools as they adjust to the darkness of the room....scanning the shelves her gaze rests on a top shelf lined with various sized and shaped gourd flagons....

~~quickly covering the distance to those shelves on tip toe she s-t-r-e-t-c-h-e-s to reach the vessel...breast dangling as delicious chilled fruit...a loud gasp echos off the cold room walls as the darkened centers teased into turgid peaks from the cold rub against the cold shelf below....pulling the heavy gourd from the shelf she holds it in her hand for scant ihns as her eyes inspect the flagon...much like that of a kort in shape with a wide rounded bottom that narrows to a thick elongated 'neck' at the top with a cork inserted to contain the rence beer within....moving the gourd to rest in the crook of her arm...it's coolness held beneath the swell of her breast as she turns to leave the cold room...closing the door by giving it a generous bump of a supple hip as she passes by

~~stepping into the welcome warmth of the kitchen once more...her gaze lifting briefly to him...her breath catching in her lungs as her gaze roams over his handsome form...igniting the desire within to please Him....full rounded breasts jostle softly with her steps...hips swinging seductively as she weaves through the tables and furs...sinking to a kneel at his feet soft thighs kiss...her soft upper thighs glistening in the dim glow of the thalarion lamps as she settles her sweet ass upon upturned heels...the tankard clutched in her left hand...she balances the flagon atop her right thigh

~~her hand sliding over the smoothness to circle round the long thick neck of the vessel..fingers wrapping around it in an almost sensual caress...her blue gaze lifting to His face as she brings the flagon to her lips...watching his eyes as they follow the rosy tip of her tongue as it parts lush soft lips....licking slowly across to moisten them before clutching the cork between her teeth...giving a low growl as she tugs the cork till it gives way...tilting the gourd to the tankard

~~watching the brew fill to within a hort of the rim before lifting it again to her mouth to replace the cork...setting the flagon to her side as she clutches the tankard bringing the vessel over the swell of her luscious breasts to rest at her heart...her eyes closed as she offers a prayer for the Hold Jarls safety...long spiraled tresses flow forward over her shoulders as she bows her head between extended arms...the tankard held in offering as she softly speaks "Your rence beer Jarl...pure hopes it quenches your thirst and hopes her serve has been found pleasing to you as well"...she awaits in silence for the passing of the tankard from her soft hands to his rugged ones

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