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The Hut gets a bath Part I
By: guest74 Date: December 30, 2021, 9:32 am
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[font=verdana](12/29/21 3:38:04 pm)
.. .Her heathen. ..
.. .beautifully obedient. ..
Acacia{CC}
Property of Camden Coultrain
Bondmaid House of Coultrain Hulneth
PM and Sexually Restricted
says to ALL: Ready to pick up where I left off...
(12/29/21 3:39:53 pm)
.. .Her heathen. ..
.. .beautifully obedient. ..
Acacia{CC}
Property of Camden Coultrain
Bondmaid House of Coultrain Hulneth
PM and Sexually Restricted
[Camden's Hut]
. A small Hut situated on the beach front ,one of the Huts on
Nyah's Farm…
Here is the personal home of Camden.
says to ALL:
I have a habit of... drifting. I don't know if there's a real
term or name for this, but that's what I call it... drifting. I
drift when I'm bored or find myself in an uncomfortable
situation. I wasn't uncomfortable. Far from it. In fact, I was
feeling pretty darn good at the moment. In spite of having been
in this position for at least an ahn or more. I did a mental
shrug of my shoulders, knowing that I could do this because I've
done it before. The reason I call this "drifting" is because I
don't think I remain in one place for very long, instead, I
"drift" into or onto the next scene. Besides, all of this really
takes place in my mind. No one else can see things I've done or
have been witness to. I can't be judged here either. I haven't
told anyone about this. Fear is a very potent thing. My fear is
that if I said anything about this to anyone, I would probably
be hauled off to somewhere that's someplace I'd prefer not to be
and looked at; checked over; poked and prodded and who knows
what else? No... this is one of those things that will be best
if no one is told. And now, I have a secret. That's not good.
The mere weight of having a secret...
Mistress sent me away with a wave of a hand and said she didn't
want or need anything else. And, as I began to walk away, she
added, ”I will let you know if I do require anything, Mine.” A
smile danced on my lips as I responded and returned to the
basket I had been attempting to weave. I lifted it up and turned
it slowly so I could see if there were any holes or pockets. If
I found any, I would have to start the basket over. It wouldn't
be the first time and it wouldn't be the last time either. So
far, it was looking good. It also looked like a basket. It
wasn't even close to being completed. Basket making takes time
and patience. And I'm doing this to help with my patience …. I
am patient on most things but there are some things that I have
absolutely no patience for and since this was suggested to me by
the Ubara of the Tuchuk camp I was collared to at one time, I
figured why not? So far, the Ubara was right. I didn't feel
agitated or even frustrated. When I first started making
baskets, I would get that frustrated that the partially made
basket ended up being thrown as far away from as I could. The
Ubara told me to retrieve and to sit down and try again. Every
time I became frustrated, she would do this, and I would obey.
There was one day however, where I hadn't thrown the basket at
all. Not once. That was when I realized that I could “drift”
when weaving baskets at first and after that, it was anytime I
wanted to "drift".
(12/29/21 4:06:38 pm)
.. .Her heathen. ..
.. .beautifully obedient. ..
Acacia{CC}
Property of Camden Coultrain
– Bondmaid – House of Coultrain – Hulneth –
PM and Sexually Restricted
[Camden's Hut]
. A small Hut situated on the beach front ,one of the Huts on
Nyah's Farm…
Here is the personal home of Camden.
says to ALL:
The next morning, I was up before Mistress and Waratah, and I
headed right to the kitchen. The black wine was brewing and
recalling that the hut was to be white-washed before the colder
weather hit urged me to go and check if we had enough of the
longer sticks that were used for white-washing. I remembered
that they were in the woodshed, and by what I saw when I glanced
out the window was a good enough silent suggestion for me to
remain inside for the time being. I returned to the kitchen,
propped a hip against the counter, and let my thoughts take me
back to yesterday, when I thought Waratah was lost.... or rather
that I had lost her. She wasn't or hadn't been lost at all. She
was sitting in the chair at the table, and she was looking out
the window. I didn't see her when I walked by her either. That's
what surprised me most. Seeing her there like that gave the
impression that she'd been there for a while about an ahn or so.
I wasn't sure what she was looking at or possibly even “seeing”
but I simply turned around and left her alone. We all needed to
put our thoughts in order, which is what she might have been
doing.
The aroma of fresh black wine surrounded me as if were a warm
blanket. The aroma was invigorating, and I inhaled deeply. I had
to do something … I had to be moving … another glance out the
window and I knew what I could do. I headed to the door, put on
my cloak, worked my feet into the boots and out the door I went
with the woodshed being my destination. Now was as good a time
as any if the sticks or long sticks or poles were there and if
they would be long enough. If not, another trip to the
Storeroom. I smiled as if I were plotting on doing something I
shouldn't, but I knew it would be good to see Konnor again and
maybe, spend a little time catching up a bit more. While I was
in the shed, I also wanted to see if there were enough buckets.
And soap flakes. The Storeroom trip would have to wait until
after the hut had been whitewashed. It wasn't a chore I was
looking forward to doing. I've never shied away from hard work.
It was more the cold and whether or not the cloaks would be able
to keep us warm enough and I guess the only way to find out is
to try it and find out for myself. I turned to go back to the
hut when I thought of something else.... did we have enough
stools? Would the stools be able to provide Waratah and I extra
height to reach to the roof of the hut? When I found the stools,
I knew I was pouting. I was disappointed that no trip to the
Storeroom would be made because there was enough of everything,
we needed to get the hut cleaned. Before turning to go back to
the hut, I stuck my tongue out at the stools, sighed heavily,
feeling a little better, and left the woodshed.
(12/29/21 5:00:20 pm)
.. .Her heathen. ..
.. .beautifully obedient. ..
Acacia{CC}
Property of Camden Coultrain
Bondmaid House of Coultrain Hulneth
PM and Sexually Restricted
[Camden's Hut]
. A small Hut situated on the beach front ,one of the Huts on
Nyah's Farm…
Here is the personal home of Camden.
says to ALL: I was shrugging the cloak as I came back into the
hut and the first thing, I noticed was how warm it was. That
excited me because it meant, potentially, that we wouldn't have
to stuff straw into open gaps letting in the cold, winter air.
Waratah would be happy to hear that, too. But... and my
shoulders slumped at thinking this... there might be gaps
elsewhere in the hut that aren't that visible. That was true,
but I hoped no gaps would be found at all. Straw is sticky and
it itches terribly when it brushes against my skin. It's not
that easy handling the stuff either. It has a bad habit of
coming loose from my grasp and it doesn't matter if gloves are
worn or not. Besides, as a slave does not wear gloves and they
aren't provided for or to me. The Free wear usually wear them.
Yes, I think it best to wait to see if there are any gaps at
all.... I laughed. There I go again, I thought, not really
paying attention to what I was thinking, let alone looking at
the bigger picture. Shaking my head in something akin to
disbelief, I realized that we'd be able to see or find or look
for these gaps when we start cleaning the outside of the hut. I
was assuming there wouldn't be any gaps because the warmth hit
me as soon as I came in from outside. I knew better than that. I
hung up the cloak and took off my boots then made my way back to
the kitchen. I wasn't sure what to do next. It was too cold at
the moment to really start cleaning the outside of the hut,
but.... I wanted to get it done and out of the way so we could
go to the Storeroom. I sighed again, softly this time and turned
to see if Waratah was still sitting at the table. She was and
had shifted to a more comfortable position. I didn't have the
heart to interrupt or bother her. I was a firm believer that
reflection of any kind is good for the soul and provides … it
provides me comfort, as I was hoping it was providing to
Waratah.
(12/29/21 7:17:12 pm)
.. .Her heathen. ..
.. .beautifully obedient. ..
Acacia{CC}
Property of Camden Coultrain
Bondmaid House of Coultrain Hulneth
PM and Sexually Restricted
[Camden's Hut]
. A small Hut situated on the beach front ,one of the Huts on
Nyah's Farm…
Here is the personal home of Camden.
says to ALL: I also knew that “we”, Waratah and I, were expected
to do this chore and that we will be responsible that this chore
or task is completed. I am well aware of what the repercussions
are if we don't do this or finish it. So, I really don't want to
get into trouble for not doing this and I don't think Waratah
does either. What I hope doesn't happen, is this not getting
done and if I get punished for whatever reason, I'll be raising
a little bit of hell. You bet I will. And then, my thoughts took
a direction I didn't see coming...
(12/29/21 8:21:27 pm)
.. .Her heathen. ..
.. .beautifully obedient. ..
Acacia{CC}
Property of Camden Coultrain
Bondmaid House of Coultrain Hulneth
PM and Sexually Restricted
[Camden's Hut]
. A small Hut situated on the beach front ,one of the Huts on
Nyah's Farm…
Here is the personal home of Camden.
says to ALL: I wondered what prompted Mistress to acquire
another slave. I wasn't being worked to the tips of these
fingers and I wasn't really overworked at all. I am a beast of
burden and carry much on my shoulders. I hope she didn't think
that I needed the company or was lonely! I laughed at myself for
even thinking such a thing when I know that she would not have
acquired another slave because I was lonely or even needed the
company! My entire body tensed as that thought began to have fun
with my already too sensitive thinking. THIS wasn't helping any
and if I didn't do something, and soon... like think of
something else? …. then I would suffer repercussions because of
it. And, because this was something that I heaped on my
shoulders, I was responsible for putting it back and locking it
away. Could I? More, did I have the strength to even put these
thoughts to rest and forget I even had them? I shook my head; it
will be challenging to corner these thoughts of mine... to catch
them... and put them away.... never to be seen or spoken of
again. Perhaps not even to be thought of? Wasn't that a scary
thing? I realize I have nothing. I own nothing. Including the
name she gifted me with. I was back in the woodshed and as I
looked at various things that had been put against the wall; at
something that had been hung on a different wall; of a sack
that's seen better days and a small table that, at one time or
another, must have been quite beautiful in all of its polished
glory. What brought me here? To the shed? I didn't know. Or was
it that I did but was choosing not to voice it at the moment?
I gave a loud sniff and rubbed my eye, muttering in a low voice
that something must be in it as it's bothering me... but I
honestly wasn't paying attention. I was well aware that I did
talk out loud, and to myself, and to objects that were wherever
I happened to be. My arm fell to my side, my head turned toward
the door, I just stared at it. It wasn't moving. It wasn't open.
It wasn't really shut all the way either, and I wouldn't shut it
all the way because if I did then surely it would become stuck
and who would know I was here to begin with? I felt my bottom
lip begin to quiver. I stomped a booted foot as hard as I could
on the dirt-packed floor of the shed. I felt a tingling
sensation make its way up and then down and then back up and a
final time down the length of my leg. I think my toes began to
curl too, but I ignored it. I was, at that very moment, feeling
very sorry for myself, because no one ever thought of me for
anything... I gave another loud sniff. My body turned, my back
now against the wall. I gave that wall my full weight when I
leaned back. Why? Why are you feeling sorry for yourself? And
there are some who think of you for some things. I shook my head
back and forth. Now was not a good time for my so-called voice
of reason to appear. I frowned and when I did, I felt my lower
lip jut out. I could be just as stubborn as my “reasoning voice”
could be. I wanted to be alone. I wanted to be left alone by my
voice of reason that doesn't always make sense when offering
advice. Or when I find myself in a sticky or uncomfortable
situation, it's usually talked out because it gives me the
ability to see what I did that was wrong. But of late... there
hasn't been any reasoning offered. I feel like I have abandoned
myself and it's a terrible feeling.
(12/29/21 8:31:23 pm)
.. .Her heathen. ..
.. .beautifully obedient. ..
Acacia{CC}
Property of Camden Coultrain
Bondmaid House of Coultrain Hulneth
PM and Sexually Restricted
[Camden's Hut]
. A small Hut situated on the beach front ,one of the Huts on
Nyah's Farm…
Here is the personal home of Camden.
says to ALL: I let out another heavy sigh, and I listened to it
as it was set free... it sounded lost and forlorn. I frowned
again, because I didn't want to feel or be this way for the
remainder of the day. There was too much to do and this would
only distract me. “Get over it” I hissed, looking around, making
sure that the shed's only occupant was me. No one was here with
me, and I hissed those same words to myself again. And again,
for good measure. I had leaned over slightly to say this... I
didn't want to get caught or have anyone see or hear me. Not
when I was like this. Not when I was a mess, that just wouldn't
do! Plus, it helped to keep my thoughts occupied because that
voice of reason hasn't said much. I had already gathered the
tools we'd be using for this project of ours, as a verdant gaze
touched on everything I had laid out before me... including the
buckets, of which we had more than enough! I decided that it
would be better to get the water from the cauldron that way we
wouldn't be tracking in mud and snow and other nasty things
through the hut. Mistress had also mentioned that Builders would
be coming as she wants another room added to the hut. That will
work too, the plus side of having another room added is that we
won't need to pack everything. I liked that. I liked that very
much and made a mental note to make sure I thanked Mistress for
the extra room.
(12/29/21 9:23:11 pm)
.. .Her heathen. ..
.. .beautifully obedient. ..
Acacia{CC}
Property of Camden Coultrain
Bondmaid House of Coultrain Hulneth
PM and Sexually Restricted
[Camden's Hut]
. A small Hut situated on the beach front ,one of the Huts on
Nyah's Farm…
Here is the personal home of Camden.
says to ALL: I have never been commanded to whitewash anything.
I knew what white washing was, and I knew what was used, I knew
that the hotter the water the more dirt will come off whatever's
being “washed”. What I didn't know, was how long it usually
takes for to whitewash a hut. Or anything else, not that I have
plans to whitewash more things, I think the hut will suffice.
Before I brought what we would be using, Waratah and I, I put
fresh wood under the cauldron. It was bigger than the pot being
used in the kitchen of the hut. I'll be taking less steps as
well. I believe that this will work out beautifully! I felt the
excitement and knew I was smiling because I felt it. I was ready
to get started and as I turned to check if the water was ready,
I cast a glance in the direction of the hut, wondering what
Waratah was doing and why she wasn't out here helping. I wasn't
going to go stomping into the hut and ask. She's aware of what
needs to be done just as I am. I couldn't blame her though and I
honestly couldn't be that upset with her, could I? If I were
still in Port Olni it would be different, but I'm not. I'm here,
in Hulneth, where the climate has made the hut look like it
needs to be put out of its misery. I looked away from the hut
and to the path I was on. Thankfully, it wasn't too slippery but
enough that I was cautious and took my time. I laughed a little
when I thought of how I was going to carry a bucket of hot water
and the stools I had put in place without spilling the water;
without tripping over something seen – but wasn't really there –
without letting the handle slip from my fingers because the
bucket, full of water, is a bit heavy.[/font]
#Post#: 1480--------------------------------------------------
Re: The Hut gets a bath Part II
By: guest74 Date: December 31, 2021, 9:39 pm
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.. .Her heathen. ..
.. .beautifully obedient. ..
Acacia{CC}
Property of Camden Coultrain
Bondmaid House of Coultrain Hulneth
PM and Sexually Restricted
[Camden's Hut]
. A small Hut situated on the beach front ,one of the Huts on
Nyah's Farm…
Here is the personal home of Camden.
says to ALL:
[Outside Camden's Hut]
A small Hut situated on the beach front, one of the Huts on
Nyah's Farm....
Here is the personal home of Camden.
The mood I was in at the moment was just as unbecoming a slave
as a slave asking questions was. Having this circulating in my
thoughts just about pushed me over that precarious edge and
plunge me into a crevice where chaos, mayhem and just plain bad
things dwelled. I didn't want to go there. I wasn't going to go
there either. I can honestly say this with a straight face – I
have not been in any situation that was.... dark or just didn't
feel right or caused the fine hairs on the back of my neck to
stand on end – there are some girls, I have not met any of them
and do not know any, who seem to always end up with a Master or,
in some cases, a Mistress, who has lost control, and that does
not bode well for the slave. Details are challenging and
difficult to get and while there is the “slave network”, there
is some information that will not be told and then retold, nor
will it ever be recorded or placed in some public building where
anyone and everyone would flock to read and see. The blame will
be placed on the slave, as it usually is; she'll either be
traded or sold to someone that doesn't reside in the area in
which the girl is being sold. I was told that this is because if
the slave in question was once a Free Woman, the family might
become embarrassed to see one of their own on an auction block
or worse, being traded for some product or other. Another sigh
whispered from my lips, and I let it go... I wasn't looking
forward to doing this and sent a prayer to the open skies above,
Please... please... please whisper in Waratah's ear to come out
and brave the cold weather because she has a new pair of boots
and a cloak too and I'd like to see her in that before we
proceed with the white washing stuff.... Please? Please? Did
that sound like desperation? I couldn't tell if it did or not
and the question had been asked out loud which meant if anyone
were nearby it's quite possible I had been heard and at the
time, I honestly didn't care who might have heard me. Fingers
wrapped around one of the longer stick/poles; at one end; the
other end had what looked like some type of material that had
been cut into strips and then it looks as if it was first
wrapped around the end and then binding fiber was used to, I
think, keep it in place. I wasn't sure if that was really going
to work or not. But because I was already outside; and because I
had searched, found, gathered and brought what we would be using
outside, I was willing to give it a try. As I stood there,
inspecting the end with the cut into strips material, I was
curious if maybe Waratah would know why it was so unbecoming of
a slave to ask questions. And if she knows that answer, she
might know more!! She can explain it all to me about this and
about that and.... I was getting a little ahead of myself. It
was time to take a deep breath and prepare myself in case she
doesn't know or have the answer.
Yes, I was more than a 'bit' skeptical about this pole with
strip-cut material working a little, if at all to be honest.
But... we'll see how it goes and... Just like that I was off on
another tangent with my thoughts as I continued to look at the
tool I held, and I asked it a direct question, too, ”How long do
you last when you're being used for whitewashing...” I didn't
expect to hear anything, it was, after all, it is an object!
That didn't stop me, however. "How easy is it to change that
bundle of cloth-strips?” A brow arched, I knew it did, because I
could feel it rise. Abruptly I turned toward the shed and moved
in that direction. I had a good grip on the pole and before
entering the shed, the pole was placed against the shed. Making
my way to the back of the shed, I wondered if the “mop”, such as
it was, would be useful cleaning the hut's floor... a smile
began to form, and I knew that I would have to use it on the
hut's floor and find out for myself. I drew close enough to that
big, black cauldron to look into it and I was seeing small
bubbles forming... rise to the surface.... and then...
[size=14pt]POP! The water was almost hot enough. Almost! I
looked for the buckets we would be using and didn't see them. I
did a quick search and when I still couldn't find them, I
realized I must have taken them outside and forgot to bring them
back with me. I'd only be filling one right now anyway, it
didn't make sense to fill the other when Waratah wasn't quite
ready to come outside. Soap flakes had been put into both
buckets and when the hot water was ready to be poured, a sturdy
stick would be used to mix it all together. I straightened up
and took another peek at the 'almost' boiling water... it hadn't
changed so I turned around and took a few steps away. Perhaps if
I didn't watch the pot it would help.
I was not the best at “waiting”. In fact, if I had to wait, it
was because I had been told to wait. Otherwise, I don't wait,
and I won't wait. I'm terrible at waiting. Let's use the
cauldron as an example... I knew that in order to get outside of
the hut clean, hot water would be very useful. And, because the
shed is more convenient a space and will also allow us to come
and go without having to worry that the hut's floor is getting
dirty due to all the debris and other things, we might be
bringing in. There's still snow on the ground... there's also
sparse patches that look dry. However, these same sparse patches
that are dry, have been snowed on …. wild beasts travel through
these patches and so do we and others of Hulneth, I'm sure. A
good example is the cauldron full of water so the hut can be
whitewashed. What I should have done before anything else was
prepare the cauldron because more wood was added anyway...
(12/31/21 4:31:32 pm)
.. .Her heathen. ..
.. .beautifully obedient. ..
Acacia{CC}
Property of Camden Coultrain
Bondmaid House of Coultrain Hulneth
PM and Sexually Restricted
[Outside Camden's Hut]
A small Hut situated on the beach front, one of the Huts on
Nyah's Farm....
Here is the personal home of Camden.
says to ALL: I had a thought, it was a fleeting thought, I
thought it might not be a bad idea if I spoke to a Physician
about... things. Not that I'm sick, at least not that I'm aware
of because there are different kinds and types of “sick” and
maladies. Sick doesn't always mean when I throw up the contents
of my last meal; or begin to cough and sneeze. Then again, maybe
I'll just keep this to myself which means that I will have to be
very aware and become, much more diligent and to pay attention.
It would be to my benefit that I make sure no one is within
hearing distance when I have a small conniption fit. They aren't
very pretty. Should something be said to Her about any of this?
I stood up so fast I thought I was going to fall when that
sneaky, inner voice felt it prudent to say something. I was
pouring water into the bucket I would be using and because it
was hot, and because the ground wasn't exactly smooth either, I
was startled. I began looking for the owner of that voice
because it sounded really close. Because I had straightened up
so quickly, my balance was a bit off, and I moved in a such a
way that hot water splashed on my legs (Yes! It was hot!) and
when I felt the water on me, my leg kicked out at the bucket. it
wobbled but didn't tip over but more water did slosh over the
sides. My arms began to flail this way and that and I knew that
I would soon be on my ass in that cold snow and dirt. Not really
dirt anymore, is it? With the water splashing everywhere I made
a smallish mud pit and if I had been over a Gorean foot, I'd be
sitting in that, too. Should have stayed in the furs, that inner
voice said with a snicker. I chose to remain silent as I got up
from the ground. The cloak was little help keeping my backside
warm. I sighed again, my frustration about having reached its
limit, but there were chores to do and tasks that needed to be
taken care of and I wasn't going to wait any longer. The day was
moving along while I... while I... oh! Never mind.
I made an attempt to shut my thoughts off. It didn't work. I
believe that my thoughts, and that inner voice, are out to get
me. The odds are far from being fair and are not in my favor. I
sighed again as I picked the bucket up by its handle and headed
to the other side of the hut where the stools had been placed,
and the mops too. Before turning the corner of the hut, I
stopped to look over my shoulder and at the shed, thinking I
might have forgotten or missed something. I stood there an ehn
or so looking over everything that had been brought out... but
nothing caught my attention, and I began moving once again to
the other side of the house. Even as I turned away there was
something elusive in the back of my mind, that just wouldn't let
go. I didn't know what I could have possibly forgotten. Had I
been negligent? Was there something I had to do; something I was
supposed to do; something, perhaps, that I needed to do? Or was
it something else entirely? Shaking my head at the sudden
“memory” loss, I forged ahead and came upon the area of the hut
where Mistress suggested we begin cleaning. Rather,
whitewashing. I wondered if, when doing their chores or tasks
assigned to them, if any had fun doing said chores or tasks? I
tried to have fun, even though I am “working”, and I don't
really understand why there are some who have to grumpy or
complain all the time. What's the purpose to doing that? Or the
point? It's not going to change the situation... alright, it
won't change my situation. Why would I want it to change in the
first place? Some just don't understand that they're probably
better off where they are currently than if they were someplace
else. My opinion of course.[/font][/size]
#Post#: 1481--------------------------------------------------
Re: The Hut gets a bath Part III
By: guest74 Date: January 2, 2022, 5:50 am
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.. .Her heathen. ..
.. .beautifully obedient. ..
Acacia{CC}
Property of Camden Coultrain
Bondmaid House of Coultrain Hulneth
PM and Sexually Restricted
says to ALL:
[Outside Camden's Hut]
A small Hut situated on the beach front, one of the Huts on
Nyah's Farm....
Here is the personal home of Camden.
I was born into slavery and have no complaints. If I did, they'd
be ignored and then I'll get a beating or a whipping, depends on
the mood of the Free at the time. I don't like getting beat or
whipped and I always, always try (and hope my effort is seen) to
be on my best behavior but we all know that mistakes are not
only bound to happen, but do happen... I sighed softly,
wondering where this train of thought would take or was taking
me... but I had to push these thoughts aside, realizing that
this whitewashing required my full and focused attention.
Because of how slick and messy the ground was, it took me a few
ehn to figure out how I was going to get up onto the stool, so
I'd be able to get near the roof as well as reach it. My gaze
jumped from the stool to the roof and back ... stool to roof ...
stool to roof ... until I held on to the mop with its long pole,
put a knee on the seat of the stool, used the lengthy pole as
leverage and hauled myself to my feet. Then let out a breath. I
made the mistake of looking down, I wasn't very far off the
ground, I know, but I'm standing on a stool in wintery weather,
wearing both kirtles and there's a light breeze. I had to laugh
and when I heard it, it sounded different somehow. I doubt I
would have been able to explain how it sounded. I looked around
the area by moving in a very tight circle and doing it very
slowly. It all looked the same... nothing but snow for pasangs
and pasangs until it all appeared to come together in a blur.
When I finished “taking in the scenery”, I dipped the mop end of
the pole into the hot water ... the steam was just rising off
that and just and swiftly taken away by that breeze ... as I
began to lift it out of the water, I tried to turn to face the
hut at the same time and almost lost my balance. I caught it in
time, shook my head as it needed clearing and lifted it again.
Tried to lift it. Tried to lift it... the water-logged mop was
heavy, and it took everything I had and more to not just lift
but place it on the starting point of the hut. THIS wasn't my
idea of having fun. It was with effort the wet and dripping mop
was placed where I wanted to start, but looking up at it I could
tell that I was off by at least a few horts and it if wasn't all
cleaned, I believed that Mistress would have me or Waratah do it
again, and if that happens, Waratah can do it...
The pole was feeling heavier and heavier each and every time it
was dipped into the bucket. I could feel the muscles in my arms
and shoulders straining. Fortunately, I was almost done with
this side of the hut and once it was finished, I'd get fresh hot
water and start somewhere else. Straw had been delivered the
other day in case gaps or holes were discovered and luckily for
me, I hadn't found any on this side of the hut. I reached up
once more, standing on tips of toes and got the last corner and
noticed the water dripping and running down the side of the hut
was very dirty. Not as dirty as the laundry though, right? I
felt my lips pressed together tightly, shook my head hoping to
rid myself of that affliction, dipped the mop again, placed it
to the side of the hut and washed... washed... washed... and one
side was done! My head tilted back so I could get a better look.
It didn't look any different than it had before. Then again, I
could be in a bad spot to really see and notice if it looked any
better and since I needed more fresh, hot water, I'd be able to
take a look at this side from a different location. Getting down
from the stool wasn't difficult either and once booted feet
touched the ground, fingers wrapped around the bucket's handle,
and I lifted it up and began to make my way to the shed. I
looked at the side just cleaned and was able to see that it did
look much cleaner. I smiled, then rolled my eyes exasperated
with myself. I turned back and retrieved the mop I had been
using. I would have to come back for one of the stools anyway,
which was fine with me. I was looking forward to having a mini
break.
After going into the shed I set the bucket down, did a quick
turn and began making my way back to get the stool. As I walked
my thoughts returned to earlier when I had been contemplating
those that complained or even showed their unhappiness. It
didn't matter if I was happy or not because wasn't that really
up to me? I couldn't understand why some seemed to always be
bitter or angry about their situation. Apparently, they haven't
realized that this is Gor and it is cruel and harsh and that the
best way to deal with the current situation is to accept it and
move on. To me it's just that simple. I picked up the stool to
bring it to the next place to be whitewashed. I think, if I
remember correctly Mistress said the one side just washed first:
the front? Or was it the back? I think she said the front and
since she wasn't here but out and about doing Mistress things –
or does she have duties, too – I chuckled at my humor and gave a
quick look around to see if anyone had just happened to stop by
or maybe leave the hut to join me. I shrugged a shoulder as if
it didn't matter. And it didn't matter. I came to a stop and
found myself to be in the front of the hut. Apparently, I knew
where I was going! The stool was set down and the little mini
break was over. Returning to the shed, I filled the bucket with
fresh hot, and soapy water, picked up the mop and returned to
the front of the hut. As I placed the bucket down, I wondered if
I would be able to finish today. I didn't know, but I was going
to give it a try. I didn't want another whipping and with that
in mind, I got up on the stool.
(01/01/22 7:33:06 pm)
.. .Her heathen. ..
.. .beautifully obedient. ..
Acacia{CC}
Property of Camden Coultrain
Bondmaid House of Coultrain Hulneth
PM and Sexually Restricted
says to ALL: Enters ...
(01/01/22 7:35:49 pm)
.. .Her heathen. ..
.. .beautifully obedient. ..
Acacia{CC}
Property of Camden Coultrain
Bondmaid House of Coultrain Hulneth
PM and Sexually Restricted
says to ALL:
[Outside Camden's Hut]
A small Hut situated on the beach front, one of the Huts on
Nyah's Farm....
Here is the personal home of Camden.
This... this whitewashing wasn't as easy as I believed it would
be!! In fact, it was actually harder than I thought! Plus, I
wasn't exactly accustomed? Or used to? Or familiar with? Or
imagined that I would be using parts of my body that weren't
used to being so over-worked and this abused! I knew that when
this task was complete I would thankful that it was over. Until
the next time the outside of the hut needed to be whitewashed.
My arms felt it as if they were on the verge of becoming
useless. They felt heavy as did my shoulders and neck and there
were still two sides to be done. But I wasn't worried because I
was definitely making progress. Removing the mopped pole away
from the hut, I did another turn in a tight circle so I could
dip the one end into the water. It was by accident that I
realized once a certain rhythm was found that would need to be
repeated, the chore or task, seemed a little bit easier to do.
It was still awkward due to its length and that I wasn't as tall
as some of the bonds I've met were. Still... I had to pay
attention to what I was doing lest I fall from the stool or
swing the mopped head into one of the windows and break it. I
remember when I was collared to the Tuchuk camp I had been
assigned or tasked, to polish the hooves and horns of the bosk.
As I thought that, I paused and began to laugh because the look
I must have been wearing had sent all the kajira that were
nearby into fits of laughter. I know that I turned my head and
looked out across the plains at the herd of bosk. It wasn't a
small or medium herd. This herd was humongous and vast and the
bosk were scattered all over. How was I going to accomplish this
task, I wondered? I heard myself chuckle and returned to
whitewashing this side of the hut.
I was provided the necessary tools to polish the hooves and
horns and as I began moving in the direction of the herd, I
heard laughter. I tried to smile and couldn't...here I
was....new from Port Olni, never having been in a Tuchuk camp
and was assigned this particular task. I was devastated and my
confidence that I could do this totally disappeared. How could I
perform this on ALL the beasts? I felt my shoulders droop as I
continued to move and the closer I got the more I their aroma
surrounded me... it reminded me of when I had been assigned to
gather bosk chips... closer and closer and then I was walking
through the tall grasses of the plains and it was the most
exhilarating experience and I don't think that I will ever
forget that... the grasses were much taller than me and they
sometimes tickled my skin and I laughed or they would make my
skin itch and I would scratch and scratch. With the small bundle
I had been given, I came upon one of the bosk and I stopped. I
looked at this huge beast as it looked back at me with eyes that
were soulful and deep brown. I couldn't help but smile and as
the smile grew, I took a step closer to it. I was about to reach
out and touch it, when Leera, the Ubar's girl, called out,
”Stop!! Stop!! Don't touch the bosk!!” My arm dropped, and I
turned. She was still a short distance from me, and I had to
wait for her. When she drew close and spoke, the humor in her
voice was unmistakable, ”You don't need to polish the entire
herd," she began, shaking her head back and forth to send those
wild blond curls she had swishing in every direction, and placed
a hand on my shoulder. ”The hooves and horns to be polished are
the bosk that pull Ubar's wagon,” she said and giggled. It was
an infectious giggle. I just looked at her and felt my eyes
blinking almost uncontrollably. But when I finally understood
what she was saying, I began to giggle with her. An arm was put
around me and together we turned to go back the way I had come
because the bosk that pulled the Ubar's wagon were usually
tended were the other way from where I was. The entire way back
we laughed... and though it was a very time-consuming task,
Leera jumped in and helped me do it. Being a new girl from Port
Olni had its advantages and her help was most appreciated as
well, and I let her know that. Leera explained that because
these bosk pulled the wagon of the Ubar was why they were given
this special treatment.
I was feeling sore. I was also uncomfortable standing on the
stool, and I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. I was
beginning to think the front of the hut should have been done
first as I was having quite a time reaching up under the eaves.
I would get down and move the stool to a different place hoping
it would help, but it didn't. I thought there had been different
sized lengthy poles for this reason and decided I needed to go
and look. I climbed off the stool and put it back where it was
before I began to relocate it all over the place and started to
return to the shed. I hadn't gone too far when I stopped to look
over the front of the hut and to note the progress. I almost
groaned because the front part did, indeed, look a bit more
challenging, but when I looked up at the sky, I did groan. It
was a groan that was long and drawn out because clouds were
moving in and they appeared to be snow clouds. Not that I would
know the difference. And considering that most of the day for me
had been spent out here, I knew this wouldn't be completed
today. I was halfway to the shed when I turned around to go back
and gather the mops with the long handles. I gathered the one
bucket too and would come back for the stools after these had
been put away, which I did. I was thinking, as I made my toward
the hut's door, if it didn't snow, then it would be beneficial
for us to get a very early start. However, because it was still
difficult for me to determine when it was daylight, we'd have to
wait until the skies looked lighter, if not brighter too. And if
I knew one thing, it would be that I knew Waratah would be
helping me on the morrow... as I entered the hut, I called out,
”Waratah! Waratah! We need to talk... sooner is better than
later, tool”
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Re: The Hut gets a bath Part IV and is completed
By: guest74 Date: January 4, 2022, 8:55 pm
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[font=verdana](01/04/22 9:41:30 am)
.. .Her heathen. ..
.. .beautifully obedient. ..
Acacia{CC}
Property of Camden Coultrain
Bondmaid House of Coultrain Hulneth
PM and Sexually Restricted
says to ALL:
[Outside Camden's Hut]
A small Hut situated on the beach front, one of the Huts on
Nyah's Farm....
Here is the personal home of Camden.
Mistress had come "home" right when the soup Waratah made was
finished. What I had been able to eat was outrageously good and
I hope she is given the task of being the primary cook as I'm
still learning. Truth be told there have been a few meals since
my arrival on Hulneth that looked less than desirable. Since
looks aren't everything, I did give it a taste and it wasn't
bad. Not one of my better attempts at cooking and the recipe
received for that was put in the back with a few others that
didn't quite work out. I was up before the others again and
before I had breakfast or even started the black wine, I
high-tailed it to the shed and got that big black cauldron
ready. Plus, I made sure that I ate something. I left a note for
Waratah where I would be as far as what side of the hut. I was
bound and determined to get that side clean(er) even if it had
to be done a few more times. Besides, I would much prefer that
any mistake or part or corner or wall or any part of the hut was
missed, that either myself or Waratah find it so it can be fixed
or cleaned right away.
When I entered the shed, I could feel the warmth, just from
lighting a fire to the cauldron. When dressing this morning I
still put on the other kirtle and as flimsy as that is, that
little extra layer did help. The was almost to the boiling point
and rather than wait for it to come to a boil, I made myself
busy and gathered the stools and the mops and the extra mop
things and hauled them out to where I had been yesterday. I
noticed it didn't snow and I was tickled pink about that too.
And last night I know I was worried about it. Well, it wasn't
just the snow I had on my mind. There were things I had on my
mind but I believe it all got worked out. I hope it did.
Sometimes I believed there were too many rules or restrictions
to follow. However, I also know there will come a time when I
will be very grateful that these rules and restrictions are in
place, and to be honest, I have a feeling that it might be soon.
Thinking this, my thoughts turned to what had been said lasts
evening when we were at the Main Hall. Mistress Nyah and her
girl Jamee were there and it was mentioned that new guards had
been hired and assigned to various places around Hulneth. And
"we", meaning Jamee, Waratah and myself, as well as the other
bonds here, are to get the names of these new warriors and let
the Mistress Nyah know.
I couldn't help the grin that suddenly appeared, because I knew
that this was something Waratah was looking forward to doing....
that chain was hot and ready all the time the what with the way
those hips of hers sway when she walks!! Priest Kings help those
poor Men lest they become besotted. Wouldn't surprise me if they
get rock-hard and follow her all over the place. I do quite a
bit of guessing as to what might be taking place since I am not
privy to the goings on of or around the Island. And, since new
guards have been acquired, I can only surmise that extra
precautions are needed for one reason or another to ensure those
of Hulneth are kept safe, the Mistress Nyah is preparing for
something that might or might not take place. One thing I've
learned is that those who are in charge, are always kept on
their toes and are always vigilant to everything belonging to
them. Port Olni was the same way.
I began as I did before and by the time the mid-day meal was
upon us, the side washed once had been washed a second time. I
stepped back to survey the work and noticed a considerable
difference! I had been able to even reach the corners better...
though I'm not sure how I was able to manage that, since it was
a fete in and of itself! But I did. I smiled and turned toward
Waratah standing next to me, "I don't think I could have done
this without you chain... thank you!" Her own smile seemed to be
in competition with mine and after staring and ogling at the now
one clean side of the hut, we gathered the stools and mops and
moved to the front of the hut once again. I told her that I
would fill the buckets, but she said that she'd come with me
anyway to help, but after we reached the shed, she said that she
was going to start prepping the meal for this evening, "Alright,
Waratah, I said, and placed a hand on the knob of the shed to
pull it open, "If you haven't returned by the time the buckets
are filled, I'll bring them both to the front of the hut."
Nodding her head she began to make her way toward the hut, but
before she got too far, I called out to her, "When you get
finished prepping and come to help, will you tell me how you got
the name of that guard?" I was all smiles... I knew how she did
it, but wanted to her to tell me. I swear, the smile that lit
that girl's face could have guided a long-ship to the dock! She
nodded her head and told me that she would, the spun on her heel
and left. I laughed, she was fun to be with and it made the day
go by much better.
(01/04/22 5:56:29 pm)
.. .Her heathen. ..
.. .beautifully obedient. ..
Acacia{CC}
Property of Camden Coultrain
Bondmaid House of Coultrain Hulneth
PM and Sexually Restricted
says to ALL: Enters to roleplay, picking up where I left off...
(01/04/22 5:59:53 pm)
.. .Her heathen. ..
.. .beautifully obedient. ..
Acacia{CC}
Property of Camden Coultrain
Bondmaid House of Coultrain Hulneth
PM and Sexually Restricted
says to ALL:
[Outside Camden's Hut]
A small Hut situated on the beach front, one of the Huts on
Nyah's Farm....
Here is the personal home of Camden.
Waratah returned but was tight-lipped about what she was
preparing for the evening meal, saying only that I would have to
wait and, ”Let's get this done, Acacia, I have other things to
do in the kitchen and don't ask because I'm not telling you.
”Such a smug expression had!! I pouted, little good that did,
and picked up the mop I was using and climbed up on the stool
under protest that she was being extremely unreasonable. The
thought of dipping the mop end into the water and swinging it
over to her so it would drip all over her flitted through my
mind... as much as the thought teased, I decided to be on my
best behavior and lifted the mop to place it as high as I could
and began to wash the front of hut. Both of us were
concentrating on what we were doing and because of that it
didn't really take too long to finish the front. We each
gathered out stool and mop and we were able to carry the bucket
too after it had been emptied. Waratah went to check on whatever
she was making for the evening meal and I went to fill the
buckets. By the time I was done, she was coming out of the hut
and as we got closer to each other I saw what looked to be flour
on her chin. I grinned at her, and kept silent.
We did the other side and then the back and before the stools,
buckets and mops we used were returned to the shed, we walked
around the hut and inspected it, making sure that we didn't miss
a . We hadn't and I had to admit that the hut looked mighty
fine. There had been a few places where the straw had come in
handy and neither one of us had been bashful about plugging
those spots that needed it. I hoped that by stuffing them like
we did, it would help make a difference in keeping the hut
warmer. I waved my chain away, ”I'll put this stuff away, you go
on ahead,” I said with a smile and watched as she began walking
toward the hut those hips of hers swaying like they hadn't seen
a man in a long, long time.
The buckets were rinsed and the stools put away and all that was
left were the lengthy poles with the mops attached. As I was in
the process of removing a mop from one pole, I heard voices. I
didn't recognize any... and then I heard And why would you
recognize any of them? You aren't from Hulneth! hissed loudly in
my ear it startled me. Thankfully the owners of the voices
weren't visible, yet, and I was able to recover quickly. In
spite of the cold, doing chores that require labor makes a body
warm, such as whitewashing, so I had, at some point, removed the
cloak was wearing a light green kirtle. The material was very
thin in some places, a nipple was poking through in one spot and
one side of my bottom was colder than the other side due to a
tear I had tried to mend but because the material was uneven, my
attempts were sorely lacking. But at least some of the firm ass
was covered. My head canted to one side as the voices became
louder, as they came closer to the hut. I was able to hear a
word here and a few words there...
(01/04/22 6:05:02 pm)
.. .Her heathen. ..
.. .beautifully obedient. ..
Acacia{CC}
Property of Camden Coultrain
Bondmaid House of Coultrain Hulneth
PM and Sexually Restricted
says to ALL:
[Outside Camden's Hut]
A small Hut situated on the beach front, one of the Huts on
Nyah's Farm....
Here is the personal home of Camden.
(Come on) “Geirstein pick” (up the) “pace!!!”
The voices became muffled then and then I heard,
“You (as well) Esb”(jorn)
Guards! I thought with excitement, and wondered if I should
reveal myself or remain where I was... but then I recalled that
there were NEW Guards and that answered that for me. I could
always offer something to drink... I didn't think the hut had
any mead or even ale on hand and at that thought my eyes went
wide because that was something that I would have to mention to
Mistress... if there were going to be patrols out and about,
perhaps it would be a wise idea? I didn't know. The voices were
coming closer and I came to my feet, unsure if I would be seen
or not... I wasn't as tall as some of the local bonds were and
my hair wasn't dark as some of the others either and I couldn't
very well turn around and watch as they approached, could I? But
that's exactly what I did. I wanted to see the Guards. I wanted
to see a MAN and to drink my fill and then be able to stumble
into the hut and tell Waratah that I had been able to serve
them! The foot-falls were becoming louder, the sound reminding
me of the kaska, tabor and other percussion instruments and
unconsciously my foot began keeping time with its rhythm.
Before they turned the corner the hut would be in view and I
would be visible as well! I placed the pole at an angle and
pushed the one end into the snow as hard as I could to keep it
in place, at least I hoped it would remain in place and not move
so I could remove the mop. It would be of use on other things
but before that happened it would need to be washed. Sometimes,
when I focus on what I am doing, especially if what I'm doing is
being a bit obstinate and uncooperative, my hearing leaves much
to be desired. I don't purposely ignore it's that I am
determined to finish what I've started and the knots that had
been done to keep the mop in place were beginning to try my
patience. So much so that I had forgotten the Guards who had
come up to the hut, without making a sound I might add, and were
now watching me. I began muttering under my breath and before I
know it, words learnt, complements of the docks of Port Olni,
were being said in such a manner that the laughter which ensued
had me blushing such a red that I believed my hair would change
color.
I let go of the pole, and it hung suspended in the air, the end
with the mop not far from my face, before it slowly....
slowly... slowly... began lowering to the snow-covered ground.
Amid the laughter voices were heard... and I thought the docks
of Port Olni taught me some words!!!
“Look!! It's a wanna be bondmaiden!!” said one voice and
another,
“Not a bondmaiden but akin to something that escapes me at the
moment!” said another, and then this!
“Perhaps we should be a 'teaching her a thing or two to make
sure she be bond material!!” That was said in a voice that
wasn't quite as boisterous as the others were, but still full of
humor and amusement nonetheless! I hadn't turned to face them.
Yet. I wanted them to remember me, oh yes I did, so I lifted a
hand and with two fingers prodded the hole that the nipple was
poking through and gave a quick tug, thankfully the tearing of
fabric was lost amongst the laughter. I turned then, the
laughter surrounding me and the smile I was wearing spoke of
promises and secrets... it spoke of desire and hunger... it
spoke of passion and fires and I felt my nipples harden because
I believed that it had become the very center of attention. And
I smiled even more. I forgot the pole. I forgot the mop, leaving
them where they fell and began to move toward them. Full hips
swayed to their own dance that only I could hear. My hands
moved, and I felt as I were moving in slow motion as the tips of
my fingers trailed teasingly up each side between my hips and
the underside of my breasts... I tangled them behind my head
right at the lock of my collar and lifted my strands of light
wheat and letting it flow over shoulders and to the small of my
back.. I an arm and sent fingers a-waving in the air to the
Jarls that were in the back and in a voice that suggested I
could sing, I said,
”WELCOME JARL'S TO THE HOME OF MY MISTRESS CAMDEN COULTRAIN...
HOW MAY I SERVE YOU?” I said that. Yes, I did and the response
was overwhelming and I was thriving in it all. The attention I
was receiving was making me warm inside. I was beginning to feel
that heat and it was simmering and I knew that soon I would be
consumed by a fire that was starting to lick and tease and I, in
turn did the same to the Jarls that had been on their way to
some destination that could either be close or far away. I
didn't know and wouldn't ask. I was heard the music that was
playing within me, even if no one else could hear it – I heard
it as well as the murmuring of voices coming closer as I began
to sway my hips and I began to dance...
An impish smile to tugged at my mouth.... greenest of eyes
flashed – a challenge that spoke of secrets held within and
implore those who were watching that I needed to be explored ...
and tasted ... my gaze turned feral and touched upon one
Guard... one Man at a time... I began undulating hips toward the
Men... seeking sweet warmth of flesh to fill and take me to
heights obtained only in reveries I could only dream about ...
my eyes close as that ancient rhythm flows through heated
veins...
It all came to a stop when all of us heard a voice laden with
authority speak, ”We are not here to ogle and watch the bond
dance! You have ALL Lolly-gagged enough! It's time to get back
in line! Esbjorn!” I heard the one says, and a feint, far-off ”
Yes sir!” I think was the reply, ”Get to the front of the line,
NOW!”
I can remember those names, I thought, peering at the one with
the voice of authority and at that moment our eyes met... his
was a glowering, dark look and I immediately melted to nadu as
He approached. His touch was not unkind when strong, thick
fingers cupped my chin, nor was his voice when He spoke to me,
”A time and place for everything bond.. this was not the time or
the place... but I know this... I will return and when I do, it
will be time for you to dance..” I gave a very husky, “Yes,
Jarl!” in response and was lucky I hadn't received a whipping
for distracting these Men... but I did get two names.. Esbjorn
and Geirstein.
I remained in nadu as the Guards were told to get in line. I
remained kneeling until I could no longer hear or see
them.[/font]
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