Ephemera * Etherea

Made full bondmaid at Ironhall!

I made full bondmaid yesterday! Here is how the promotion went ^.^

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[2011/07/30 15:30]  Quinn Seansonnen (quinn.zeitman): “There yew are!” he shouted loudly with a laugh and walked to tofa. “Been lookin’ for yew.”
[2011/07/30 15:31]  Ebony Bohemian felt somewhat satisfied now. She had grinded nearly the amount of flour the Bakery needed. She walked through the gates of Ironhall and nearly ran into the Overseer. Why did that always seem to happen? She looked at his feet and then all the way up with a sheepish smile, “Heilsa Jarl! You have?”
[2011/07/30 15:32]  Ebony Bohemian shifts from foot to foot as she smiled up at him, “Did you wish me to serve you dear Jarl?”
[2011/07/30 15:33]  Quinn Seansonnen (quinn.zeitman) grinined “Well… ah’m beh promotin’ yew - to full bond. Yew’ve earned yer place with the bonds of tha hall as a full bondmaid of Ironhall. And ah look fer great things from yew, girl - yew’ve already impressed meh!” he grinne and then pulled her hair back and kissed her on the lips…, pulling away as fast as he had kissed her and winked “Well done, tofa.”
[2011/07/30 15:36]  Ebony Bohemian ‘s eyes widened and she felt the blood pump to her face hotly. Before she knew it his lips were pressed to hers but then were gone. Her breast heaved and she missed a step though she wasn’t walking. She touched her hair and looked up at the Overseer with a delirious expression, “Thank you dear Jarl,” hardly a whisper.
[2011/07/30 15:37]  Quinn Seansonnen (quinn.zeitman) nodded, casually looking at her “Aye, o’course. Keep workin’ hard and provin’ yer a leader and maybe we’ll make yew one.” he winked.
[2011/07/30 15:40]  Ebony Bohemian blinked rapidly thinking the words over and over and over. She had to tell herself ‘he wouldn’t have said it if he didn’t mean it’ to stop herself from asking needless questions, “Thank you Jarl,” she murmured again at a loss for a moment until her eyes found the Bakery sign, “Umm, should I… did you want me to… go about my chores…?”
[2011/07/30 15:41]  Quinn Seansonnen (quinn.zeitman) looked around “After bringin’ meh a mead.” he grinned. He then handed her his horn.
[2011/07/30 15:45]  Ebony Bohemian took the Jarl’s horn staring at it for a moment, then walking slowly nearly reverently to the mead barrels in the Bakery. She turned the horn over in her hands, finger tips trailing over it. She shook herself, “He’ll think he’s made a mistake,” she peered over the barrels back to where Quinn stood then was quick with the filling until the horn was teeming with the sweet liquid.
[2011/07/30 15:47]  Quinn Seansonnen (quinn.zeitman) moved over towards the bakery as she got the mead ready.
[2011/07/30 15:52]  Ebony Bohemian held the horn carefully suddenly very aware of the possibility that it might spill though she had not spilt a drink since long ago when she was first a slave. She held the horn close to her heart nuzzled between her breasts and walked back to the Jarl. “Your mead dear Jarl.” She pressed the horn firmly into his hand. ” May it… may it….” she looked up into his eyes and then with amazing energy and force launched herself up into his arms. She covered his face with kisses, “Oh I hope you’re happy forever and ever dear Jarl!”
[2011/07/30 15:53]  Quinn Seansonnen (quinn.zeitman) had taken the horn as she suddenly leaped at him and started to chuckle, turning his head this way and that as she kissed at his face. He kissed her again as he held her in one arm and the mead in the other as it jostled about in the horn. “Ah think ah shall beh, bond.” he kept laughing and then spanked her ass.
[2011/07/30 15:55]  Thaler (sam.gunzberg): Tal Sir…. Tal bond
[2011/07/30 15:56]  Quinn Seansonnen (quinn.zeitman) was holding the bond with one arm as he nodded with bond spit from kisses all over his face. He was all smiles “Heilsa!”
[2011/07/30 15:57]  Ebony Bohemian wiped a tear from her eye then giggled at the spank, her face breaking into an impish grin. She saw the other Jarl, “Heilsa Jarl! Oh I couldn’t help myself dear Jarl,” she said softly to Quinn.
[2011/07/30 15:57]  Quinn Seansonnen (quinn.zeitman) let go and and started to drink his mead “Nae, ah like a girl who likes to hug and kiss…”
[2011/07/30 15:59]  Thaler (sam.gunzberg) sees the Jarl begining to get comfortable with the bond and quietly moves on in the direction of the long hall.
[2011/07/30 15:59]  Ebony Bohemian slipped to the ground grinning still, she breathed out a big sigh.
[2011/07/30 16:01]  Quinn Seansonnen (quinn.zeitman) grinned back drinking his mead.

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Below is one of my Ironhall Picks

I’m Tofa! A bondmaid at Ironhall within Tor’Mark Fell. Brilliant SIMs and brilliant roleplay. To find out more about my character, RP with me or IM me OOC. See below

Property of Bane, Jarl of Ironhall.
Bondmaid, Tofa.

Tagged, coffle collared, and given slave wine on 06/25/2011. Numbered Pen Slave 799.

Branded, collared and named on 07/21/2011. Bondmaid-in-training, Tofa

Promoted to full bondmaid of Ironhall on 07/30/2011
Unrestricted

Report issues to the Head OverSeer of Ironhall.

Limits: IM is strictly OOC. OOC we are roleplayers. IC we are Goreans. I recognize no blurring of lines here.

One Whose Belly Lies Under The Sword

I wrote a little story and here it is ^.^ Inspired by what I’ve experienced so far in roleplay in the group of SIMs that make up Tor’Mark Fell on Second Life.

It was also posted by Branwyn Emerald in the Daily Herald of Tor’Mark Fell yesterday. Yay!

The bondmaid woke an ahn or so before the other bonds. She slipped from her kennel, nude and shivering, going to gather fresh water for her bath. She scrubbed and rinsed briskly in the cool water. Drying off, she donned a clean white kirtle and left the kennels. Ascending the stairs and emerging into the burg’s center. Silence and still, nothing and no one stirred. The fires were low in the Longhall. Yet the air was fresh and pregnant with the busy-ness which was to come and soon. She breathed a soft accented “Heilsa” to the guards by the gate on her way to the Bakery.

In the Bakery, she immediately fetched wood for the fires, sparking and fanning the flames. She smiled pleased and relieved watching the flames leap, feeling their warmth upon her face and skin. Soon the Bakery would be wonderfully filled with heat and the smell of cooking food. In the stores, she gathered the sa-tarna flour, water and salt, sa-tarna and fresh milk. Enough to feed an army, or in this case, the many Jarls and Mistresses, bondmaids and thralls that inhabited Ironhall.

Returning to the kitchen, she sighed. Already, warmth filled the space. She was used to much warmer and humid climes during the summer than that of the Mark. The heat quickened her pace. At the counter, she mixed flour and water and salt to form the dough which she vigorously rolled and kneaded. She had started to humming then singing as she set about her work. She separated dough into smaller pieces, placed them on a pan and into the oven they went. In the cauldron, she stirred and mixed sa tarna and milk together, and when it grew hot she added slivers of fish caught yesterday. A treat today. This was her routine. She wanted to show her worth in this new land. And although she was of the South, she had not been a perfumed girl of silk, and had known hard work.

She cooked for ahns. Warm rolls, soup, pitchers of larma juice and mead for the Free. Warm gruel for the slaves. The tables and counters were laden with the morning’s fare. The bondmaid had even broken a sweat, the chill of this land forgotten for the moment. A Jarl on his way to the shipyards stopped by for rolls and a horn of mead, pinching her bottom as she leaned over him, pressing her breasts to his side and giving him a morning kiss. The next Jarl had pulled her into his lap, keeping her there the entire time he ate, nibbling upon more than a roll as he toyed with her nipples once he’d bared her breasts. A Mistress came by to pick up the pastries she had ordered the previous day. The bond presented the pies to her with bazi tea leaves, wishing the Lady a pleasant morning. Bonds and thralls had long been awake now, devouring their gruel and rushing to the day’s work.

The sun was up, the burg and Tor’Mark were awake.

The bondmaid had made note of the state of the stores. She washed up and left the Bakery, now filled with other bondmaids to attend the Free. All smiles, she greeted the new guards as she left the burg and emerged out into the town. Other bonds had the same destination. The gardens and fields to harvest fruit and vegetables, to collect meat and milk. Herbs for the healers. Water for the forges. Bonds she knew and some who kenneled close gathered near and they shared the night’s gossip excitedly. Who had been taken to the furs and by which Jarl? Did he fancy her? Would he buy her from the village Jarl? Had one unfortunate girl’s punishment ended? What new slaves had arrived in the Mark? Who had been collared and who was to be collared? A slave had been freed and would be companion-ed?? That was a rare occurrence. The girls chattered as they worked, flirting with the Jarls that passed.

At the end of their travails, many bonds would have traveled to Torsvik, Mjord Fell and perhaps Okkar Haborg, gathering the needed supplies for their towns and villages.

The bondmaid returned to Ironhall and the Bakery. Sacks full to be added to the stores. Her blood pumped and evidence of the girl’s work could be found on every part of her. Milk there, larma juice here, sa tarna and dirt. The handprints of a particular Jarl who, taking a break from his day’s work, had so urgently pulled away from the other bonds, hitching her kirtle up and fucking her with a fervor by the ramberry bushes. The girls had giggled and nudged her when she returned.

She wiped her brow and greeted the Mistress of the Bakery and Longhall with a grin. She filled the butter and flour stores, the most needed items, then the ramberries. She smiled her thoughts drifting to that Jarl once more. Once she had added all the day’s labor to the stores, she set about cooking more gruel. Tomorrow’s would be pre-prepared and easily heated if needed. Once finished, she descended to the kennels again for a second bath. She un-braided and washed her hair, re-braiding. She discarded the dirty kirtle and put on another of deep blue, tying off the slave rope and leaving the lacings barely tied, one of her nipples peaking out. She knew she would not wear the kirtle for long.

She sauntered to the Longhall standing just a little ways outside the doors, looking in. The hall was already filled with Jarls and bonds, creating a boisterous din which echoed even to the Bakery. The small dark slave felt a slap on her behind sharp enough to make her hop. She looked up “Get yer ass in the hall slut, and serve meh mead. Dinnae be wearin’ that kirtle,” the Jarl leaned in close, “An’ dinnae keep me waitin girl.” Her wide brown eyes were staring up into the eyes of the Jarl from the fields. She gasped, “Yes dear Jarl!” He laughed and strode into the hall. She was quick behind him tossing her kirtle with the other bondmaid’s.

Before the night was through he would have his mead and her several times over, on the hall table, once in the kitchen, and again upstairs in the furs, even a few times in the morning. After the final rape, he stood, dressed and left the Longhall, but not without a kiss and an affectionate “good girl.” The girl stood some ehns later, retrieved her crumpled kirtle and returned to the kennels. The sun was already up and she had not slept. She was glad to have made the gruel beforehand. She would start work a little later than usual today. She ached all over but some of those aches were not unpleasant.

Such was the life of one whose belly laid under the sword.

Raids and Merchants and stuff

I got home from work First Life and I was soooo tired. I logged in to SL, went back to my parcel for the first time in a bit since I started RPing in Ironhall.

I changed a few things, chatted with a friend and fellow bondmaid, and then logged….. then fell asleep at about 6pm ish. I woke at 1am in the morning.

Yeah.

Logged into SL again.

Fellow bondmaid friend said I missed merchants who had come to Ironhall with pretty things to trade and ‘sell’ (none Linden RP) and give away.

*weeps*

Why couldn’t I have fallen asleep for the raid the day before and been awake for the merchants. She got a pretty mirror and Free Woman got a glass flower.

*pouts*

Collared, Branded and Named Thor’s Peace ^.^

So this post will be about Thursday evening (7/21/2011) in RP. It makes me a little emotional reading it over again.

In character I was Pen Slave 799 at Ironhall in Tor’Mark Fell. Not yet collared and branded to the village. There is a history to my character that will only be more fleshed out as I read Marauders of Gor and Explorers of Gor. But I don’t have it laid out in my profile. Too little space and I do other things in SL. Better to find out about it in play anyway :-D.

I got home from work and logged out of First Life. You could get a cramp playing that all day without rest.

I set about milking bosks for butter. We were woefully low on butter in the Bakery. We also need more honey and flour. Milling grain for flour and churning butter seem simple but they are time consuming tasks (oh my god). I walked all the way from Ironhall to Torsvik to do the milking. I met another bondmaid who was also numbered as a Pen Slave. 252 I believe. We talked as we worked.

Much of the evening passed like this. When I had churned all of my milk into butter, to the point that I couldn’t churn any more (shows worn out hands and aching arms), I grinded a bit of Sa Tarna into flour. The other bond was focused on her grain grinding but she was friendly and after she gathered her flour, offered to churn some of my milk into butter to make the task pass quicker.

It was a fulfilling day working. I like to see that my labor has made a difference in the Bakery. It isn’t easy work. These are chores after all. And sometimes one has to drop everything to serve a Jarl’s or Mistress’ pleasure. But still, I am a new kajira to Ironhall and I want to make a good impression. Perhaps it is a survival instinct.

Already I’ve learned that it is not so simple a thing to attain certain food staples as what I am used to. Namely salt and sugar. I met with the Trader in Torsvik, Jarl Antonio and have a better understanding now. I think he found it amusing how much salt and sugar I wished to bring to Ironhall, ignorant as I was to how difficult it is to get these items. But kindly he said he would see about increasing the trade amounts for those two. I wish I had known about the salt earlier. Me and a couple other pen slaves, roamed all over the Mark looking for salt at the end of the last hand. At the least we are now familiar with more of the region.

It is cold even now in summer, though working and moving about keeps me warm. Most of the bondmaids seem not to feel the weather quite as I do.The men and women look and speak quite different than those in Ushindi though in some ways the port town reminded me of another port town, Schendi.

252 and I carried the fruits of our labors back to Ironhall. There we stopped to speak with a Jarl who might have taken us both to serve him in the Longhall.

Only at that moment, the Overseer, Jarl Quinn strode by and stopped to greet and speak with us. He seems to be a cheerful sort of Jarl and perhaps is even more so now that his Companion grows large with his child. That Mistress is also very kind. Not something to be taken for granted.

Seeing him reminded me of the other ongoing thought inside. Being named. Collared to Ironhall, and yes even branded.

Never had I felt so naked then in the moment when this Jarl removed the collar of my previous Master, now dead. I had no great attachment to any other item. But the collar, that collar, had been a constant in my life for quite some time. Now I stood collarless, nameless, with naught but a coffle rope about my neck and cast off scraps to wear. A strange slave in a strange land. And my Master was dead and I belonged to him no longer. Even now it caused an ache inside of me.

I remained untouched since I had arrived in the Mark. Once asked if I had been opened, I answered truthfully, many times and often. But since being here I had not been taken to the furs of any Jarl. It was an abrupt change and the heat inside to be taken came upon me in the oddest moments. What thoughts went through my head while churning butter I will not express, except that perhaps my mind wandered to a scarlet haired Jarl who often had me sit upon his lap when he came to the Bakery. I have not yet served in the Longhall but have heard the bondmaids telling stories of what it is like to be there especially at the end of each hand when many of the region’s Jarls leave their halls to eat and meet with each other in Ironhall.

So with great fervor, I’ve placed much effort into the work of the Bakery. And for a time it lessens these thoughts until I bathe and exhausted take my rest in the night.

Such a feeling came over me suddenly when the Overseer approached. I wanted to serve. And I wanted to belong. A kajira is a kajira even here where they are called bondmaids and surely they would understand here too.

And so, this is what occurred last yesterday:

[2011/07/21 18:49]  Quinn Seansonnen (quinn.zeitman) nods “Heilsa, all!”
[2011/07/21 18:50]  Sor Van Lamington (jarlsor1991): turns and nods “ah heilsa brother”
[2011/07/21 18:50]  Ebony Bohemian nibbled her lip a little looking to Insi and then back to the Jarl. Then she hopped just a little seeing the Overseer approach, “Heilsa Jarl.”
[2011/07/21 18:51]  Quinn Seansonnen (quinn.zeitman): “How beh everyone tahnight?”
[2011/07/21 18:51]  Insi (sefa.milneaux) grinned over at the Overseer, her gaze bright. She moved from foot to foot with far too much energy “Tal, Jarl!”
[2011/07/21 18:52]  Sor Van Lamington (jarlsor1991): he gave a frown “abit in a foul mood brother, but nothing a drink cant fix” grins
[2011/07/21 18:53]  Insi (sefa.milneaux) grinned when she saw Sizzle and winked “Tal, Sizzle!”
[2011/07/21 18:54]  ϟїẕẕℓℯ (aille) sauntered up from the kennels, a smile curled to her lips hoping it appeared genuine as she paused near the bakery glancing to each of them, “Greetings Jarls….. Greetings bonds”
[2011/07/21 18:54]  Quinn Seansonnen (quinn.zeitman): “yew and meh both.” he said, a growl in his tone. “Seems bonds are not happy with me as OverSeer.”
[2011/07/21 18:54]  Sor Van Lamington (jarlsor1991): nods “aye, tal there sizzle”
[2011/07/21 18:54]  Sor Van Lamington (jarlsor1991): he looked to him “whys that brother?”
[2011/07/21 18:54]  ϟїẕẕℓℯ (aille) canted her head towards Quinn, “Why in the world would they not be Jarl?”
[2011/07/21 18:55]  Ebony Bohemian walked right up to Quinn as he walked towards the group. She stopped abruptly so as not to collide with him. The girl looked up at him then took a step back… he was much taller than she, “Heilsa Jarl,” but she had already said that. Her heart thud in her chest and throat, goosebumps rose along her dark skin and not because of cold this time. She bit her lip determined. She opened her mouth to speak but stopped, “Not happy with you as Overseer dear Jarl, why ever not?”
[2011/07/21 18:55]  Insi (sefa.milneaux) watched Ebony with a bright smile
[2011/07/21 18:55]  ϟїẕẕℓℯ (aille): “Aye Jarl. You are but one person among so many bonds. Might there be anything that some of us bonds can do to help any?”
[2011/07/21 18:55]  Quinn Seansonnen (quinn.zeitman): “Because some women are princesses, that is why.” he said and looked her over. “yew doin’ ok?” he asked her, his voice not as angry now.
[2011/07/21 18:56]  Sor Van Lamington (jarlsor1991): he chuckled “well if any man can muster the patience for them its you brother, i have to meet with the first axe. ill have to catch you another time my friend”
[2011/07/21 18:56]  ϟїẕẕℓℯ (aille) nodded to him grumbling softly, “Aye Jarl… some… forget their place too easily” she shrugged and lowered her gaze growing silent
[2011/07/21 18:57]  Inga (arella.bressig) approache dthe gathered crowd quietly she kept her distance for a moment no wishing ot interrupt. She offered those who did not have their back to her a soft smile in greeting.
[2011/07/21 18:57]  Quinn Seansonnen (quinn.zeitman) nodded “Odin’s best.” to Sor.
[2011/07/21 18:57]  Sor Van Lamington (jarlsor1991): he nods “aye, may the all fathers eye watch over ye brother and to ye bonds”
[2011/07/21 18:57]  Sor Van Lamington (jarlsor1991): he says before turning to go see Pit
[2011/07/21 18:58]  Insi (sefa.milneaux): “I wish you well, handsome Jarl.” she wnked at him
[2011/07/21 18:59]  ϟїẕẕℓℯ (aille) glanced off towards the hall, then to the group noting a gathering of bonds doing nothing, glancing to Quinn with a slight dip to her chin, “Pardon me Jarl, I should go check upon the hall. THere be plenty of bonds here to see to your needs I’m sure” she winked to him and took off towards the hall
[2011/07/21 19:00]  Inga (arella.bressig) smiled softly to Sizzle as sh left.
[2011/07/21 19:00]  Quinn Seansonnen (quinn.zeitman) looked to 799, waiting for her answer.
[2011/07/21 19:00]  Insi (sefa.milneaux) moved slightly forward and tried to nudge Ebony
[2011/07/21 19:01]  Ebony Bohemian blinked several times when he asked if she was ok. She nodded once, “Yes Jarl I am.” And suddenly it was decided inside of her. She slipped to her knees before the Overseer, thighs spread wide, sitting back on her heels. “Please Jarl,” she looked up into Quinn’s eyes before bowing her head just a little and raising her arms above it, wrists crossed, “I beg you for the collar and brand of Ironhall. I beg you to make me a full bondmaid of Ironhall.” She fell silent after that, trembling just a little.
[2011/07/21 19:02]  Insi (sefa.milneaux) smiled at her proudly
[2011/07/21 19:02]  Quinn Seansonnen (quinn.zeitman) narrowed his eyes and then nodded, walking over to her. He bent a bit and lifted her chin, forcing her face up to look at him. He was smiling. “Yer a good bond, 799. Aye, ah will brand and collar and name yew.”
[2011/07/21 19:02]  Ebony’s Collar: Ebony adopts the ‘submit’ position.
[2011/07/21 19:02]  Inga (arella.bressig) smiles as she watches the girl beg for her collar. It was always a good sight to see.
[2011/07/21 19:04]  Ebony Bohemian looks up at the Overseer again as he lifts her chin, there were tears in her eyes but seeing his smile, she smiled too, her nose wrinkling a little with the impish expression.
[2011/07/21 19:05]  Quinn Seansonnen (quinn.zeitman): “Up on yer feet, let’s go do it now.” He said and winked at her. He saw his bond there and told her “Join us, iffin Dagmaer does not need yew, and no one else needs yew, Mine.”
[2011/07/21 19:06]  Inga (arella.bressig) perked up a bit as her Jarl spoke to her. “My Mistress is resting my Jarl. I will check the hall and the bakery before joining you make sure all are served.”
[2011/07/21 19:06]  Quinn Seansonnen (quinn.zeitman): “Aye.”
[2011/07/21 19:06]  Ebony Bohemian popped up onto her feet once more easily. Her stomach was fluttering, “Yes Jarl”
[2011/07/21 19:07]  Quinn Seansonnen (quinn.zeitman) then led them to the smithy.
[2011/07/21 19:07]  Quinn Seansonnen (quinn.zeitman) told her “Strip and wait here for meh.” as he went over to the bin and picked out two metal posts and dumped them into the coals of the forge.
[2011/07/21 19:08]  Quinn Seansonnen (quinn.zeitman) then took off his weapons which would get in the way and walked over to the bellows, pushing down on them a few times to get air shooting through the coals, igniting them hotter when the oxygen mixed.
[2011/07/21 19:08]  Ebony Bohemian grinned at Inga and then ran after Wuinn following to the smithy. At his command, she removed her kirtle, folded it neatly beside her and set the horn and slave rope on top of it.
[2011/07/21 19:09]  Inga (arella.bressig) smiled ot Ebony as she watched. It was always a happy day when she got to see a bond get her name, brand and city collar.
[2011/07/21 19:10]  Quinn Seansonnen (quinn.zeitman) then put on some smith gloves to protect his skin and grabbed a pair of tongs. With these tongs, he pushed the irons in the coals, heating them evenly. Once they were glowing red, he backed up, picking up the first iron bar and putting it on the anvil. He grabbed a hammer and started to pound it, shaping it.
[2011/07/21 19:11]  Quinn Seansonnen (quinn.zeitman) was shaping the iron bar into a smooth curve, the glat end sticking out where the pins would soon go. As he finished this one, he went back to the forge and grabbed the other iron bar with the tongs and put this back on the anvil .. starting to shape it to match. This would form her collar.
[2011/07/21 19:12]  Inga (arella.bressig) bit her lip as she watched her Jarl work. The sight of his chiseled form always excited her. Her mind wondered to more private times they had shared as she let her eyes roam over him. A low sigh left her lips as she could see small beads of sweat on his flesh. “anything I can get you my Jarl?” she said almost in a purr.
[2011/07/21 19:12]  Quinn Seansonnen (quinn.zeitman): *flat end
[2011/07/21 19:13]  Quinn Seansonnen (quinn.zeitman): “A bucket of water to cool the metal.” He told her as he contniued, finishing this one now.
[2011/07/21 19:13]  Quinn Seansonnen (quinn.zeitman) the stopped, taking the two pieces over to the other anvil and then grabbed 4 rivets from the bucket “Over ‘ere, bond.” he pointed to the anvil.
[2011/07/21 19:13]  Ebony Bohemian stood waiting where she was bid to wait. She saw the implements being prepared that would brand her flesh and she shivered again, laid bare as she was, a little fear curling in her belly. But she wanted this. She watched standing on tip toe from time to time as Quinn created her collar.
[2011/07/21 19:13]  Inga (arella.bressig) moved quickly to fetch the water. “Yes my Jarl.”
[2011/07/21 19:14]  Quinn Seansonnen (quinn.zeitman) would now wait for his bond to come back, for he could not proceed without the water.
[2011/07/21 19:14]  Inga (arella.bressig) placed the bucket at her Jarl’s side “Your water my Jarl”
[2011/07/21 19:15]  Ebony Bohemian came quickly to the anvil and the Overseer, “Yes Jarl.”
[2011/07/21 19:15]  Quinn Seansonnen (quinn.zeitman) nodded and walked to the anvil, dumping the two pieces of iron into the bucket. He waited for them to cool a moment and then took them back out, wiping them off with a rep cloth and placing them back on the anvil as he moved to the other side. He then told the girl “Lay on the anvil like this..” he put his cheek to it so she could see what he meant. (the anvil does not have a sit, so just pretend)
[2011/07/21 19:18]  Ebony Bohemian watched him demonstrate the position. She stared at him for a moment and it was almost as it was when she first encountered Torvaldslanders, she understood nothing, his voice drowned out by the roar of blood in her head. But she wasn’t stupid. “Yes Jarl,” she nodded and lay her head down pressing her cheek where his cheek had been.
[2011/07/21 19:20]  Quinn Seansonnen (quinn.zeitman) nodded and placed both pieces around her neck. He then held them in place with a clip as he pushed rivets into the appropriat holder on the end. He then started to hammer one by one. “Now dinnae move..” he said as he went, not wanting to smash her skull with the hammer. When the last one was done, he looked at his work, nodding with a smile. “There, how does that feel?”
[2011/07/21 19:20]  Quinn Zeitman gave you Sample Collar Commands:  Ironhall Village Collar (3/21/2011).
[2011/07/21 19:23]  Ebony Bohemian remained quite still understanding what was to happen. Though she was motionless, her insides felt like an ocean in continuous endless waves of motion. She closed her eyes, “Yes dear Jarl.” With the last rivet in place and the question asked, she lifted her head and rose quivering fingers to her throat to touch the iron that now rest there. She looked at him and giggled suddenly, light headed. “It feels… it feels good Jarl.”
[2011/07/21 19:24]  Ebony’s Collar: Ebony Bohemian’s chat command prefix is now ‘eb’.
[2011/07/21 19:24]  Ebony’s Collar: Ebony Bohemian’s collar name is now ‘Ebony’s Collar’.
[2011/07/21 19:24]  Coffle Rope (Scripted)(New): You were collared for 1 day, 3 hours, 5 minutes, beating your previous best of 10 hours, 45 minutes by 16 hours, 20 minutes! However, you detached your collar 3 times!
[2011/07/21 19:25]  Quinn Seansonnen (quinn.zeitman) winked “Good. Now….” he said and would test the leash on her, making sure it held. He nodded again and then would walk to the forge, grab a bucket, toss in some coals, and walk over to the brazier to put them in there. He picked up the branding iron and started to swirl it around to heat the Torvaldsland mark on the branding iron. “Yew go now and yew lay on the log, ah’ll come tie yew in a moment.” He smiled.
[2011/07/21 19:30]  Ebony Bohemian ‘s fingers did not leave the collar. She felt all around it from the back of her neck to her throat yet again. Felt it’s weight upon her. Unmovable unless a Jarl wished to remove it. She would never be able to. She walked over to the log and lay upon it. The trembling had begun again. This would hurt and she was scared.
[2011/07/21 19:31]  Quinn Seansonnen (quinn.zeitman) told inga “Come hold her hands, Mine.” with a smile and then walked over to her, starting to tie her to the log. As he did, he moved his hand upon her flesh, settling on her left thigh, looking for a nice spot to do the brand. Once he found it, he moved back up and went to grab the hot iron.
[2011/07/21 19:32]  Inga (arella.bressig) smiles as she lets a finger trail along her own collar. The collar her Jarl had made special just for her. She felt the sting of tears in her eyes as her heart swelled with pride and love for him. Seeing 799’s fear she offered her a smile “Do not worry lovely, my Jarl has done this many times.” she said reassuringly as she took the girls wrists in her hands.
[2011/07/21 19:35]  Ebony Bohemian shuddered at the touch of his hand, warm along her skin. She moaned softly quite involuntarily. She bit her lip looking up at Inga and gave a nod. She turned to gaze up at the Overseer once more, hearing and seeing the steaming iron draw near. Her belly tightened and she closed her eyes, ready, though she didn’t think she could look.
[2011/07/21 19:36]  Quinn Seansonnen (quinn.zeitman) looked her over and then put his left hand on her right thigh. “Now, dinnae move, but yer allowed ta scream.” he said to her and without warning, he plunged the brand into her thigh, the flesh sizzling, marking her as a village bond of Torvaldsland. As he counted in his head to 5, he then lifted the brand back off, letting it cool as he tossed the iron onto the floor to be cleaned by the village thralls.
[2011/07/21 19:41]  Ebony Bohemian squeezed her eyes tighter at those words, they seemed to echo in her head, ‘You’re allowed to…’ Her eyes and her lips flew open, wide. The only sound was a harsh and sharp intake of breath as the iron pressed deep into the meat of her thigh. Yet she didn’t move. Frozen in that state until the iron was removed. At that moment, her hands squeezed around Inga’s and she let out a bloodcurdling scream which surely echoed throughout Ironhall and perhaps she was heard in Hrodimimirs Holt as well.
[2011/07/21 19:42]  Inga (arella.bressig) could not help but cringe at the sound of the iron hitting flesh. The girls scream piercing her ears as she gripped her tightly trying to keep her still.
[2011/07/21 19:43]  Lur (luria.irelund): blowing afew strains of hair away from my eyes, standing quietly to the side as my eyes widen hearing the trembling voice of the new bond
[2011/07/21 19:43]  Quinn Seansonnen (quinn.zeitman) heard the scream and then walked quickly back over to her, untying her limbs from the log. He put out his forearm, tight with bulging veins on it, to help her stand up. “Steady bond…” he said to her as he waited for her to get up.
[2011/07/21 19:44]  Quinn Zeitman gave you Ironhall Brand.
[2011/07/21 19:45]  Inga (arella.bressig) smiled to 799 letting go of her wrists so she could rise. Her ears were still ringing but that was ok.
[2011/07/21 19:47]  Ebony Bohemian stopped screaming abruptly with another gasp, pain radiating from the newly branded flesh. She was shaking and tears flowed but it was done. Tension left her and she breathed deeply, her breast heaving. She realized she was untied now and reached out to grip Quinn’s arm, sitting up, then wincing when she stood. The pain renewed as the muscles of her leg worked.
[2011/07/21 19:48]  Quinn Seansonnen (quinn.zeitman) then spoke “Yew can put yer kirtle back on… ah need ta think of a name for yew.” he grinned.
[2011/07/21 19:49]  VeneraBlack: The woman wandered through the City, she was not looking for anything in particular, but happened upon a girl and her Jarl, with a raised brow she passed them quietly her head turning to look back. Upon reaching a tree she stood still a moment, having not yet come across anyone till now., too frightened to say anything she kept her silence and continued on her way
[2011/07/21 19:52]  Ebony Bohemian grinned in return. It was contagious. She looked for the spot where she had left her folded clothing and slipped into her kirtle once more. The pain was already not as bad as it had been initially but… ouch, she thought. She belonged again. She smiled wider.
[2011/07/21 19:53]  Quinn Seansonnen (quinn.zeitman) then thought a moment “Yer new name is Thora… it means peace of Thor. Yew’ve been a sweet peaceful bond ever since yew came here but ah have no DOUBTS you would fight life and limb for your village iffin it was in danger. So yer Thora - Thor’s peace.” he nodded firmly.
[2011/07/21 19:53]  Quinn Seansonnen (quinn.zeitman): (sorry.. Tofa)
[2011/07/21 19:54]  Quinn Seansonnen (quinn.zeitman): *Tofa
[2011/07/21 19:55]  Lur (luria.irelund): hearing the gentle sound of footsteps behind me, my body turning slowly in the direction of the sound, the soft fabric of my skirt fluttering outward as a gust of a cool breeze flows past, my eyes just catching a glimpse of a finely dressed Freewoman disappear into the darkiness
[2011/07/21 19:56]  Ebony Bohemian bounces on the balls of her feet again smiling, her cheeks positively glowing, “Thank you Jarl. Thank you.”
[2011/07/21 19:57]  Ebony Bohemian says the name to test it out on her own tongue, “Tofa.” It was unlike any other name she had heard in her life, but it was her name now.
[2011/07/21 19:57]  Quinn Seansonnen (quinn.zeitman): “Yer most welcome.” he grinned down at her. “Now just get yer medical exam and show me a few serves and yew’ll be a full bond.”
[2011/07/21 19:58]  Inga (arella.bressig) offered a wide smile to Tofa. “well done bond” she said happily for her.
[2011/07/21 19:59]  Ebony Bohemian gives a determined nod, “I will do it Jarl.”
[2011/07/21 20:00]  Quinn Seansonnen (quinn.zeitman) nods “Good, then yer done ‘ere and can serve the borg, Tofa.”
[2011/07/21 20:00]  Ebony Bohemian looked down for the first time at her newly branded skin. The brand nearly looked like a newly blooming rose to add to her previous markings. A sign of her new life here beginning.
[2011/07/21 20:02]  miley (mileycyrus.cyberstar): ((I know I am an observer, and should not talk, not to disrupt the rp. but it was pretty cool. I congratulate them all. this was very good. I’m new here and I think to stay.))
[2011/07/21 20:02]  MileyCyrus Cyberstar: ((I know I am an observer, and should not talk, not to disrupt the rp.\n but it was pretty cool.\n I congratulate Them All. this was very good.\n I’m new here and I think to stay.\n))
[2011/07/21 20:03]  Quinn Seansonnen (quinn.zeitman): (great, ty Miley)) ((Great, Miley company)))
[2011/07/21 20:03]  miley (mileycyrus.cyberstar): ((eu preciso ir agora para rl… eu vejo todos voces amanhã… congratulations )) (((I need to go now … rl I see you all tomorrow … congratulations)))
[2011/07/21 20:03]  MileyCyrus Cyberstar: ((I need to go now … rl I see you all tomorrow … congratulations))
[2011/07/21 20:04]  Ebony Bohemian: (( *grins* )) (((* Grin *)))
[2011/07/21 20:05]  Quinn Seansonnen (quinn.zeitman) would then walk to his bond and leash her.
[2011/07/21 20:06]  Inga (arella.bressig) purred up at her Jarl as she heard his leash snap on her collar. “I love you my Jarl.” she purred happily up at him.
[2011/07/21 20:06]  Quinn Seansonnen (quinn.zeitman) chuckled to her “AH love yew too, Mine.” and then slapped her ass hard.
[2011/07/21 20:07]  Ebony Bohemian turns and looks around. The village hadn’t changed but it felt different. “Thank you Jarl!” she chirped again then she remembered she had butter to add to the stores and flour. She bounded off.
[2011/07/21 20:07]  Susie (susiemeadow) grins and waves
[2011/07/21 20:07]  Susie (susiemeadow): You have a name yet!
[2011/07/21 20:07]  Susie (susiemeadow) looks excited to ebony
[2011/07/21 20:07]  Inga (arella.bressig) squealed with delight as she felt his playful smack
[2011/07/21 20:07]  Susie (susiemeadow): Tal Jarl (Speech Jarl)
[2011/07/21 20:08]  Susie (susiemeadow): Tal inga (Speech no)
[2011/07/21 20:08]  Ebony Bohemian giggles seeing Fjola,” Tal!”
[2011/07/21 20:08]  Susie (susiemeadow): I saw you coming from the blacksmith..let me see your thigh
[2011/07/21 20:08]  Ebony Bohemian stuck out her leg and showed the brand on her outer thigh, freshly burnt in.
[2011/07/21 20:09]  Susie (susiemeadow) cringes..”Ouch”, then rubs her own thigh remembering the pain
[2011/07/21 20:09]  Ebony Bohemian: The Overseer, Jarl Quinn named me Tofa!
[2011/07/21 20:09]  Susie (susiemeadow): awwww that’s a nice name
[2011/07/21 20:09]  Susie (susiemeadow): what does it mean?
[2011/07/21 20:09]  Ebony Bohemian gave the details excitedly. Her accent was very apparent at the moment, “He said it meant Peace of Thor.”
[2011/07/21 20:10]  Susie (susiemeadow): “hmmmmm ….he’s really good at picking out names… *remembers viva’s name that first time she witnessed the branding*
[2011/07/21 20:10]  Ebony Bohemian looks down at the brand. She goes to touch it but then thinks better, “It does hurt…. maybe some ice on it would be good… or the butter I brought from churning.”
[2011/07/21 20:11]  Susie (susiemeadow): “nooooo don’t use butter , then your leg might fry or something”
[2011/07/21 20:11]  Susie (susiemeadow) chuckles

Updates in the land of Second Life

So I’m in at work now, First Life, getting some serious things done.

And number one on that list is updates on my Second Life world.

My priorities are spot on. :-)

A recap is in order. When I’m upset, I don’t necessarily give all the details or even post here. So I’m all cool and calm today. Why not? Time for updates.

So boom boom boom, here we go.

• May: Got together with an acquaintance and became more than just acquaintances. It was lovely to be with him. And calming. His actions and some points of view reminded me horribly of the only person I’ve ever been partnered to seriously on SL. As I fell for him, and I was falling even as I tried to stop, I needed more and more assurance that things would be different with him. I was scared and I couldn’t shake it in a short period of time. Couldn’t just let go as I had with my ex. Something was done by him that hurt me and made that tenuous trust vanish for a moment. I pushed him away so hard, I’m sure he got whiplash. I came back later and apologized if I hurt him, explained my actions and asked that we might try again. His response was that he wanted us to be “really good friends.” My response was that I did not. And that is where we stand. Neither one of us will be what the other wants I suppose. And my response is increasingly not a pleasant one when he tries to be chit-chatty and ‘friendly.’ I won’t deny my feelings and I won’t push it on him, but I will no more allow him to push what he would like our relationship to be upon me either.

• June: I bought my own parcel of land and canceled my useless Second Life premium membership. I love my home. It’s beautiful even before I started adding things and carving it into the image I want. This is my home base now. A retreat and sanctuary when things get rough elsewhere in SL.

• June: I quit Fallen Angels BDSM Club. After 9-10 months of being there. Why? A staff meeting in which it was unanimously agreed to either by silence or vocal agreement, that Switches would be blocked from attending Dominant Discussion groups and Submissive Discussion groups. For the safety of other patrons who were not Switches. I cannot work in a place that professes to be a safe environment for learning and sharing as BDSM practitioners and newbies, yet such a heinous prejudice is allowed to exist there. The disconnect from reality and how people legitimately practice BDSM offline have become so large at Fallen that I couldn’t vouch for the safety of anyone going there and learning anything at this point. The decline has deeply saddened me but all things have an ending. Time for change.

• June/July: I decided to put myself out there and add the groups that match certain kinks, fetishes, proclivities of mine. I also added a bunch of new BDSM clubs to visit and have fun at. Met some weirdos and met some nice people lol. I met one guy who said he was a Daddy Dom. And he did make me feel like a precious little girl in the short bits of time we did spend together.  He wanted to move with lightning speed, wanting offline information and asked to partner within days of knowing each other, speaking of coming to see me. I of course I slowed things down. Later, it became apparent he didn’t know how to divide his time between his SL alts in order to have a stable relationship going days without communicating with me. And as with others on SL, it was largely about him being in love with me a.k.a. getting hard and cumming. So easily remedied. I took him off my home’s security and de-friended both alts. Done. I have very little patience for nonsense. Learned too many lessons before. Given enough time, fake people are not able to hold up their pretense. And this guy is sooooo fake. Two week fling done. Hope other little girls don’t fall for it. But then hey I’m still in the group and can forewarn when I like.

• June - July: I started exploring and  roleplaying Gor. One day while wondering through the Gor Hub with a newcomer to SL (but a veteran to Gor RP) I was IMed but a blond Viking like male who was looking for a “bondmaid.” I had no clue what that was but the more we talked the more I felt somewhat drawn to him. He gave me a notecard to read. We friended but due to me not getting back to him within a few days of meeting, he defriended. Oh well. Proof that it wasn’t worth it.

• Because of the lover I had in May (see above) my somewhat dormant interest in Torvaldsland and Gor was fired up intensely. I had a thought we might enter that realm together on occasion. The drive to please him had been great in so many ways. So now I am a bondmaid in training at Ironhall in Tor’Mark Fell. And it’s fun! I still have to read Marauders of Gor and Explorers of Gor to get a better feel of the land this roleplay emulates, as well as fully flesh out my character’s background story. So far I’ve set a task for myself of filling the Bakery’s ingredient stores and roping in other new bondmaids so we can learn and explore together. The entire region uses NLS, Nutri Life System, which is kick ass and adds realism and an extra bit to roleplay around. Out of milk and sa tarna? Then let’s go out and collect some for the Bakery and see what happens along the way. Anyhoo, ramble ramble, I am enjoying myself there.

• July: I found out that a dear friend of mine had an affair with another dear friend of mine. The Dominant of one of these friends, another friend, was also completely unaware. It all came to a head recently, exposed. One of these dear friends has proven himself to be a heel to the degree of infinity. I am so deeply disappointed in him. He defriended me and left my group. And I have left his groups. Chapter closed there. I am sending positive vibes and hoping deeply that my other dear friend and her Dominant will work things out and be together and happy.

And the SL drama wheel goes round and round.

At the moment, I am single in SL and exploring my own interests. I am not beholden to anyone but myself at this moment. My two ponies have not been online in quite some time as well.

Will love ever come? That Dominant that I need?

I do not know. But I’m not hunting it.

I will simply live and explore.

My heart is free.

Craving RP

At work First Life and I’m craving roleplay lol. Can’t wait to get home and go into Ironhall. We have some gathering and filling stores to do.

First thing I want to do, just have to check the schedule and see what’s up before asking bondmaids to accompany me.

^.^ Excited!

Arabian Nights Dance and other thoughts

I had a blast last night.

Ironhall had an out of character dance themed Arabian Nights. So I donned something silky and went. (Before that I went to a reading of Nomads of Gor in the Longhall. It was very nice listening to the storyteller’s English accent. He did voices too changing from character to character. I felt like a kid almost listening. It was relaxing.)

A new friend, a bondmaid named Kee, was there. She hooked her arm in mine and off we went through the market to the Saloon.

The Saloon had been transformed into a desert oasis. The DJ (Wookie) was amazing and everyone looked gorgeous.

My belly dances came in handy and I added Kee and Tart on to my dance huddle. One of the owners said she would rape me for my dance animations. LMAO! I dropped the LM to the shop in her IM later.

I wonder if all of these nice people will turn evil in roleplay lol. I guess I will have to see. Tor’Mark Fell is a group of SIMs together and I am not sure if I will be in Ironhall or BlakFell or any other. I need to take guided tours of the other SIMs first. I think I will start asking this evening.

Last night was a much needed bit of fun. :-) Before the dance, I hung out with Star a bit.

I’ve been feeling somewhat afloat recently with only my closest friends to depend on and understand. Trusting others has not been easy and I still lean towards not trusting on Second Life. There is a lack of compassion and a heavy amount of self-absorption by many there. Words have no meaning for the majority it seems.

I have in interest in myself as well. But I want to give. To someone who will receive but give as well. I seek the ease of submission and belonging to another who is genuine. GENUINE.

Thus starts Operation: Get Out There.

I seek but am not hunting. Here’s my little wanted personals lol.

A Dominant male. D/s. (Daddy Dominant is a plus). Compassionate. Intelligent. Confident and secure in himself (not feeling a need to try to be like another man or feeling threatened by the qualities another man possess). However doesn’t feel the need to pound his chest and declare “I Master, you sub. Ooh ooh ahh ahh ugh.” Has goals and seeks to improve himself based on his own image of what he wants to be.

One who seeks to know his submissive completely so he might better rule over and guide her. So he can teach her but also envelope her in love and care. Accepting of that which makes his submissive a woman and human being so she might learn to trust him. Wants to be her safe haven and sanctuary. The person and place where she can feel safe as well as desired. A nice mixture of lecherous old man and nurturing mature gentleman. Forceful and stern yet warm and soft in one. Understands polyamory and knows what a Switch is. If not, is open to learning.

*giggles* Think I should add anything to that?