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Finishing Seamstress RP,Gift for Mistress Nichelle
By: Nyah691 Date: February 1, 2020, 9:53 am
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(03/31/19 4:13 pm)
dagger [Nyah’s]
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Hulneth, PoD
-- is within a private sleeping tent --
says to ALL: It was the end of the Fair and I had garments to
pick up from the Seamstress, Lady Grainne. She would linger on
here until the last of the Fair patrons had left, preferring to
have time to gather up all fabrics as well as slaves and items
that were finished but hadn’t been picked up. Like it or not,
while the Fair brought profits it also brought Free with money
problems and gambling problems and the Fair had its fair share
of games where Free lost their coin. It was unfortunate, and
while she could go after those who put requests in and never
paid, even though she typically asked for half the coin upfront,
there was no reason for the hassle with her actually having a
physical location for selling goods.
I arrived at the Lady Grainnes’ personal tent, having already
sent her slave a note of my pending arrival. I had finished my
time working in her shop, which was the deal we struck for the
goods I was picking up. Her slave saw me coming and smiled
brightly, his teeth contrasting starkly in their whiteness, to
his darker skin. I had learned he was from Schendi, enslaved to
a man who lost a bet while here at the fair some time ago. He
had made the bet foolishly, thinking he was going to win and
instead, he lost his worldly goods, including his slave. He
expressed a sadness at having to be parted from his Master, but
he understood a slave’s position in this world, which was none.
The man who won him, sold him to Lady Grainne and he was very
much content. He ushered me in and I fell in step behind him,
Lady Grainne greetings us, reclining in a lectus, more relaxed
than I ever saw her to be.
(03/31/19 4:17 pm)
dagger [Nyah’s]
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Dagger's Rules
Hulneth, PoD
-- is within a private sleeping tent --
says to ALL: “Come, little, Dagger.” She waggled her finger at
me and waved her slave a dismissal. Obediently, I came forward,
kneeling gracefully at her side in a modest, yet beautiful,
Tower. Grainne smile, pleased at me and reached out to grasp
some of those ever-dark strands. “You’ve done well, Dagger.
You’ve worked hard in my shop, just as I knew you would.” She
laughed. “Even my slave, Ralius, commented to me that your
salesmanship is near equal to my own.” I had the good grace to
avert my eyes at this comment, unsure of her compliments.
Grainne was a woman to be reckoned with for sure. Seeing the
trepidation expressed in my posture she laughed and pulled my
chin upward, looking into my anxious, green eyes. “Such
beautiful eyes. Never the same colour twice, I think.” she let
me go and made a gesture that brought Ralius back, from I didn’t
know where. He was carrying two large boxed and set them down at
her feet. “Thank you, Ralius. You may go.” turning back to me,
she murmured. “This is for your excellent work. What you
requested and something else, if your Mistress will allow it.”
(03/31/19 4:22 pm)
dagger [Nyah’s]
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Hulneth, PoD
-- is within a private sleeping tent --
says to ALL: I glanced down and opened the box. The one I opened
first contained the gift for the cook. It was beautiful. I
reached out and touched it, glancing to her to make sure it was
okay. Seeing it was, my hand sank into the grey and black, larl
fur. It was so unexpectedly soft, I was half afraid I might
groan out loud. I’d spent so long in stimulation cages, it was
sometimes more than I could stand to touch certain things. The
boots were something to behold. And I knew by the size it would
fit. I prostrated myself down further and murmured.
“thank you, Mistress. This is more beautiful than even my mind
could conjure. You are so very talented.” She gave a light
laugh, and it was a lightness that I’d not expected. She pointed
to the next. I grinned and lifted the lid. In the style I had
become comfortable with, a sheer, silk, fringed camisk-top that
would bare my belly and fitted leathers that would showcase
every sinuous curve. They were paired with boots that were
unbelievably soft and I bit down on a moan, which she heard and
laughed merrily.
“Oh my, well, I don’t get those kinds of responses often, but I
will take it as a compliment. You are welcome, Dagger. Make sure
your Mistress knows it is with my compliments to her slave.”
“Yes, Mistress. Thank you. I will be sure to tell her.”
“Good. Now go while I am still in such a good mood.” I hefted up
both boxes and made it out the tent. My arms heavy with the
boxes as I headed toward my Mistress’s tent, excited to see her
face. I hoped it would please her as I hoped the Mistress
Nichelle, would also be pleased.
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