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sol's mishap with Bessie the Bosk
By: sol Date: April 11, 2014, 1:29 pm
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(04/11/14 09:23:53 ) *His in all ways*
..sol..{AT}
I belong to Arnvid
Bondmaid -- Trainer
Ax Glacier Outpost - PoD
is on the docks or ship tied to the docks
says to ALL: those nimble toes inside the boots that I'm
wearing, manuver that slight form of mine around upon the wood
of the docks, heading me in the direction of the animal
pens..Light steps across the wood, that kirtled forms swaying
gently as I reach the path that will take me there
(04/11/14 09:38:40 ) *His in all ways*
..sol..{AT}
I belong to Arnvid
Bondmaid -- Trainer
Ax Glacier Outpost - PoD
In or around the Stables
says to ALL: of all the bosk that I had ever milked Bessie had
to be one of the most cantankerous mammels that I'd ever came
across. The swat of her tail can be vicious, but the kick of
those hooves could send, and had sent me rolling along the
ground some several times in the past. I offer a smile to those
working in the stable as I enter, that milking bucket, as well
as the stool hanging on the side of the wall, at least noone
else was milking, or, if they are, they were using another stool
and bucket, cause both of these had "Ole Bessie" etched right on
the side of them. Walking on through the stable to the outside,
back into the sunlight, the herd had grown somewhat..At first
glance, I didn't see Bessie..
settling that wooden milk bucket onto the ground, as well as the
stool, it looks as if I was going to have to go hunt down that
ole nemisis of mine, wow, I truely hoped that nothing has
happened to her. At first I ease to the tips of those booted
toes, shading my eyes with a small right hand, scanning the bosk
that are huddled together on the far end of the corral, hmmmm,
is that her way over there? I'll go see, easing back down to the
flat of those boot soles, I begin to sing a lil diddy as I cross
the corral
"Bessie Bessie, where you at girl, I've come to milk ya, and I'm
not leavin until I get ya, so come on out Bessie, your favorite
milker is here, come on now, don't make me hunt all day.
MOOOOOoooo. Bessie girl, where are you?!?!?!?!?"
(04/11/14 09:47:13 ) *His in all ways*
..sol..{AT}
I belong to Arnvid
Bondmaid -- Trainer
Ax Glacier Outpost - PoD
In or around the Stables
says to ALL: Now I realise that I am far, very far from being
the greatest singer in the Outpost but, even I have to admit
that it's pretty damn bad when I am able to part the bosk crowd
with my non musically inclined voice. Like the parting of
waters, those bosk step aside, and whom should be revealed right
in the smack center of that huddled up group? Why it is ole
Bessie!!! A soft laugh ripples through that slender collared
throat of mine as I spot her. Upon those hooves she turns as I
near, workin that tail back and forth through the air, I could
tell that she had missed me already, like the plague!! And to
think that here I had actually missed her, with a huffed snort,
that right front hoove striking against the ground, I stop that
advancing approach of mine, planting both hands on hips
"Now now, Bessie, I can see that look in your eyes, just calm
down, come on over here so I can milk ya, then I'll let you be,
until tomorrow, that is, come on Bessie, don't put up a fuss, it
won't take that long!!"
I wiggle those slender fingers of mine at her, and whoa what
happens next, I certainly hadn't expected, she lunges forward
with a rather loud snort, charging in my direction. Eyes going
wide before I do a very quick about face, I start to run in the
direction that I had just come from at full speed
"Mad bosk...MAD bosk!!!!"
I was pickin them up and puttin those booted feet of mine back
down as quickly as I can, Bessie right on my heels, I don't know
just whom had ****ed her off, but I was going to recieve the
brunt of her anger, it would seem
(04/11/14 09:57:00 ) *His in all ways*
..sol..{AT}
I belong to Arnvid
Bondmaid -- Trainer
Ax Glacier Outpost - PoD
In or around the Stables
says to ALL: Running in circles isn't all that it's cracked out
to be, because my stragedy was to wear ole Bessie down, maybe
even make her dizzy. That wasn't going to be the case, she was
fast, for an oversized bosk, looking back over my left shoulder
from time to time, just to make sure that she wasn't closing any
distance between us, crap, all that "exercise" my Jarl and I had
been doing was making me be the one that is wearing down in this
lil race. Spotting a break in the huddled up bosk ahead, I run
as fast as I can in that direction, I'll climb the fence, drop
down on the other side, but first, I gotta get over the fence
Bessie wasn't slowing down, the hot breath on that kirtled ass
of mine is the evidence of that, with a soft, determined grunt,
I leap toward the wooden fence, growling softly as I scramble up
along the wooden posts as quickly as I can, feeling the sting of
the wood, some thrall had forgotten to sand down the rails, and
now, this flawless skin of mine is taking the brunt of the wood
that isn't very forgiving. Up...Up..Up...I make it to the top,
straddling that last wooden post, cringing as a few more
splinters take aim at those inner thighs of mine
"by the gods!!!"
I hiss softly, just barely getting my leg up and over before
that head of Bessie's hits one of the lower posts, the contact
sending me off the top of the post and onto the ground, laying
on my kirtled ass with a soft thud
"OUCH!!!"
(04/11/14 10:08:05 ) *His in all ways*
..sol..{AT}
I belong to Arnvid
Bondmaid -- Trainer
Ax Glacier Outpost - PoD
In or around the Stables
says to ALL: not sure which one of us is more determined, ole
Bessie, or me, I was pushing myself up off the ground, reaching
back to smack the dust from that woolen kirtle, eyes narrow a
lil, I could feel the sting of splinters, and perhaps I even had
some scratches, but right now, I had a damn, cantankerous bosk
to milk and I'm gonna milk her one way or another!!
"Okay, Bessie, now that we have that out of the way, I'm a comin
right back in there to get that milk out your udders, if I have
to, I will yell for the thralls to come help hold you!!"
Hopefully that stubborn bosk can understand human talk, even if
she doesn't, I would get that point across one way or another.
All the way around the corral, back through the stable, I
return, snatching up the milk bucket, as well as the stool. From
what I was seeing, ole Bessie had just about knocked herself
out, that wooden post had helped me out more than it had hurt, I
chuckle softly, situating the stool upon the ground before
planting that kirtled ass right down on it, bucket settled onto
the ground beneath those stuffed bosk udders, giving her a whack
on that broad left hip before the fingers of my small right hand
curls around one of those loaded ****. That bushy tail of hers
whacks me upside the head, I laugh softly before I start the
milkin process, pullin down firmly on that tit I'm holdin to
"I missed you too, Bessie!!!"
(04/11/14 10:27:59 ) *His in all ways*
..sol..{AT}
I belong to Arnvid
Bondmaid -- Trainer
Ax Glacier Outpost - PoD
on one of the main pathways meandering thru the Outpost
says to ALL: once those fingers of mine got into the rhythm of
workin the milk out of those ample udders, the bucket was soon
filled with the fresh, frothy milk that Bessie is so notorious
in producing, rich, loaded with vitamins, with the bucket filled
to the rim, I ease off the stool, taking it in hand, as well as
the bucket of fresh bosk milk in the other, I rehang the stool
before heading out of the stable, in the direction of the path I
go. Humming softly, it had been such an incredible day, ever
since the morning's first break of light, I'd been up and at
it..
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