leysa{MacBain} Training

[leysa]

makes a spot to work on learning

[leysa]

leysa {MacBain}

I had been driven northward by the wars of the south. The bands of displaced men from both sides had taken almost everything from the farms and small towns. As they moved farther and farther north, a great number of women fell prey to them, to the steel that was slid around thier delicate necks. Trying to stay one step ahead of them, I moved farther and farther north, till I was found by a different set of maruders. Roughly handled and tossed intoa rough circle carved into the ground by one of the men's boots, I was bodily tossed inside. I had no idea what it was, not untill I was told that once a woman was inside the bondsmaid circle there was no getting out of it. Force didnt matter, how I got there didnt matter, just that I was there.

Brand on my left thigh, and black iron riveted around my throat, I was traded from one to the next till coming to Jarl Joe MacBain. Now my home is on Hulneth and under his control.

Standing five foot six inches, long dark hair, and brown eyes so dark they look black, with fair creamy pale skin.

[leysa]

leysa's first serve in the MacBain collar to be judged for fitness to continue serving the Jarl's


(16:20:26 )

[PIC]

Jarrod McKnight

Rarius
: ... enters ...



~~~ Three lovely slaves argue over how to serve larma and red fruit ~~~

(16:31:52 )
leysa{MacBain}
Hulneth PG
Restricted from use
: ... enters ...

(16:34:47 )
leysa{MacBain}
Hulneth PG
Restricted from use

*** at the Central Fire, tables, chairs, benches and furs ***

says to ALL: With feet shod only with a thin bit of leather, the kirtle of a plain light verr wool, moving around the tables of the fair gathering the dishes that were discarded after thier use, checking the undersides of them for the merchants stamps, this bond takes them where they belong. With midnight black eyes, intelligent yet quiet, roiling with a turmoil that comes from the hammered steel that is riveted shut around a slim almost delicate looking throat.


(16:36:34 )
leysa{MacBain}
Hulneth PG
Restricted from use

*** at the Central Fire, tables, chairs, benches and furs ***

says to Jarrod McKnightRariu: A low husky soprano voice comes from between parted lips. Shivering out thru the air trying to caress the shell of your ear as eyes boldly look at you, from head to foot, heat flaring in those depths, "Tal Jarl." is spoken to you, "Are ye in need of aught this day then?"


(16:37:25 )

[PIC]

Jarrod McKnight

Rarius

*** at the Central Fire, tables, chairs, benches and furs ***

says to leysa{MacBain}Hulnet: Greetings girl, some paga


(16:42:13 )
leysa{MacBain}
Hulneth PG
Restricted from use

*** at the Central Fire, tables, chairs, benches and furs ***

says to Jarrod McKnightRariu: Head dipping, going from stillness to a quick run up on the balls of my feet, hands grasping and lifting the hem of the kirtle, the flexing of well toned calves, the verr wool swirling around them. Dark hair laying along the curve of my back, almost to the base where the swell of my rear shows under the form hugging kirtle. Going to the nearest vendor, that low heated voice so rarely used coming out to him, requesting the paga for the Jarl. With quick nods the vendor puts it on his counter, and dropping the hem to the ground, fingers slide under the edges of the bowl, making sure to keep my fingers away from the rim, from where the Jarls lips will touch in anyway.


(16:48:35 )
leysa{MacBain}
Hulneth PG
Restricted from use

*** at the Central Fire, tables, chairs, benches and furs ***

says to Jarrod McKnightRariu: The return is just as quick, but in a different way. Hips rocking like a pendulum, tight figure eights pulling the kirtle tight low across supple, rounded hips. Toes and ankles peeking out from under the hem of the wool, I can feel you looking. Paying little mind to the others, dark eyes on only you, watching your face, your chest, your body, heatedly raking your form with the eyes of a bond, one that knows well the conquoring of the Jarls. Pad of my tongue slipping from my lips, slithering over the plump flesh of my bottom lip, a faint sheen left behind as I near you. Like warm, dark whisky, my voice comes out as I come to your left, "Your paga Jarl. " I glance into your face, "I hope it is as warming to you as the bond."


(16:50:40 )

[PIC]

Jarrod McKnight

Rarius

*** at the Central Fire, tables, chairs, benches and furs ***

says to leysa{MacBain}Hulnet: - I watch you intently as you approach me, I quietly assess your face and the way your hips sway from side to side, I place a coin on the table for the vendor - Well done wench


(16:52:36 )

[PIC]

Jarrod McKnight

Rarius

PRIVATELY whispers to leysa{MacBain}Hulnet: It is a shame you are restricted in use


(16:55:01 )
leysa{MacBain}
Hulneth PG
Restricted from use

*** at the Central Fire, tables, chairs, benches and furs ***

says to Jarrod McKnightRariu: My lips quirking up in a smile as I look at you once more, the paga still cradled in my hands, I bend slightly , offering it out for your to take, the long slashing v of the kirtle opening, revealing the tender flesh that the verr wool keeps warm, contained. Dark eyes flashing, long dark waves lay out like a dark backdrop for the creaminess of my skin, "I hope you were pleased Jarl." Lightly brushing the edge of my breast against your arm, turning my face up to yours, both the submission of a bond, and the challenge of one there in those dark pools.


(16:55:05 )

[PIC]

Jarrod McKnight

Rarius

*** at the Central Fire, tables, chairs, benches and furs ***

says to leysa{MacBain}Hulnet: - reaches over and lifts the bowl to my lips and drains the warm liquid from it -


(16:56:42 )
leysa{MacBain}
Hulneth PG
Restricted from use

*** at the Central Fire, tables, chairs, benches and furs ***

says to Jarrod McKnightRariu: Straightening from you, those dark eyes looking at you as I turn to go. Picking up the coin from the table, it will go in my handlers coin pouch before I go about any other task. Handing it over, it is the first girl of the home this day, I smile, and go back to cleaning the tables in silence


(16:57:07 )

[PIC]

Jarrod McKnight

Rarius

*** at the Central Fire, tables, chairs, benches and furs ***

says to leysa{MacBain}Hulnet: - feeling your full breast brush against my arm as my eyes lock toyour dark orbs then I reach up and take your hand and pulls you upon my lap -


(16:58:03 )

[PIC]

Jarrod McKnight

Rarius

*** at the Central Fire, tables, chairs, benches and furs ***

says to leysa{MacBain}Hulnet: Tell me wench, what is your name?


(17:00:37 )
leysa{MacBain}
Hulneth PG
Restricted from use

says to Jarrod McKnightRariu: scratches last post and smiles, curling against Jarl. Letting the heat of my body soak into him. I lean over, placing the bridge of my nose into the side of your neck, inhaling deeply, that rich scent that comes from man and leather. A small sound of hunger comes from my throat as my right hand traces a path down the front of your chest, "This bond is called leysa Jarl." I turn more to the left, so that I can press more of my body against your own.


(17:01:54 )

[PIC]

Jarrod McKnight

Rarius

*** at the Central Fire, tables, chairs, benches and furs ***

says to leysa{MacBain}Hulnet: - slips my large musclar arm around your waist as I enhale your sweet scent - Where is your Master today?


(17:05:17 )
leysa{MacBain}
Hulneth PG
Restricted from use

says to Jarrod McKnightRariu: I lift my head, dark eyes are smokey and nod to the cabins that are on the other side of the main fires."Jarl is asleep at the moment." Shifting my hips high on your rock hard thigh, the plush pillow of my breasts tight against you as I tilt my head back down to the side of your neck, teasing your skin with the warm moist breath coming from my parted lips


(17:05:56 )

[PIC]

Jarrod McKnight

Rarius

*** at the Central Fire, tables, chairs, benches and furs ***

says to leysa{MacBain}Hulnet: - nods - Tis a shame that he as restricted your use


(17:06:01 )

[PIC]

Jarrod McKnight

Rarius

*** at the Central Fire, tables, chairs, benches and furs ***

says to leysa{MacBain}Hulnet: r/t call bbl


(17:07:19 )
leysa{MacBain}
Hulneth PG
Restricted from use

says to Jarrod McKnightRariu: Getting off Jarl and moving away, going back to work



~~~ A drunken Free Man staggers through the fair eyeing the back side of a saucy coin slut ~~~

[leysa]

This is more of a random collection of thoughts today. I just feel the need to write, to ramble and speak what is in my head, no threat to anyone, no trying to hurt anyone, but on the same note, if you are easily hurt, and tender of heart, don’t read this. It is the unvarnished, unpolished rambling of a nutty chick that plays in gor.

I have been on gor almost eight years now, finding it when I was 26, starting out in yahell, yeah, there. I look back at a lot of the things done there and juuuust about laugh my ass off. I have learned so much more, friends that loaned me the books, I read them *shudder* glad I am not an English teacher, makes me wonder how many letters JN got with a tirade of some sort over his composition. Yeah I am laughing, sue me.

I am pretty much honest with myself most of the time, but sometimes I admit it, I take out the frustrations that I feel in my real time out on line, a way to work thru them without actually doing bodily harm to anyone. *mock gasp* WHAT?! Yeah gor can be a form of relaxation and therapy if you let it. I want to go and gut someone, welllll its better to do it make believe, then I don’t end up in Joe’s handcuffs, toddling off to jail to learn alllllll kinds of things I didn’t need or want to know in the first place.

Sarcasm is an effective tool, but the problem with it is, most don’t understand it. This is something I think is funny as hell, you can say something, meant to be slightly sarcastic but mostly funny to you, only the other person is in a crabby mood, WHAM, “I KEEL YOU!” ugg, that is a pain. Being respectful is one thing, but there is a point where you just got to holler TIME OUT and go WTF is up your ass? It obviously died, so how about an enema. *enter sarcasm*

I have been a Panther most of my time on gor, I have tried the Free Woman thing, and pretty much been comic relief when I have done that. Its ok, I am just not conformist enough I think. I cant look down my nose at someone, snapping out orders like a DI, taking myself Ohhh so seriously, without busting up laughing at some point cause I feel rediculas. I can do it, but not without laughing, seriously, I mean, you are walking around in robes and veils, here comes this little hawty, wanting to serve, pretty much naked as a jay bird, and there you are, trying to look all superior. Yeah no, nope cant do it. Here comes a Free Man, and I am supposed to look at them in awe, they have this , stare at me, I deserve it thing going. I mean come on, cant you think of anything smarter to do then jump up and down yelling ME ME ME ME, *blinks* I mean, can you actually role play, can you work a story line, see where it goes, use your MIND. A mind is a terrible thing to waste *snickers*

Now on being a panther, I loved it, I mean seriously. I could verbally spar with the men when they showed up, when you have a good bunch of sisters, you were the rolling thunder in the forest when the men decided to stick their noses in. Unless you were Donar, then you had so many holes in your rump you could double as a pincushion. There used to be raids, and the logging camps, that was a lot of fun. We got more good role play, and a hell of a lot of goods from that. Slowly though it went away. The forest got quieter and quieter, just those one line jonny’s that wanted to Mistress to fur them once *groans* They would poof so fast if you didn’t fur them, never to be sleen feed again. That was seriously funny, started catching them, then staking them out, they getting all excited, thinking their about to get some, and I roleplay out cutting them up and using them for bait for a sleen hunt. Ahhh good sleen bait, priceless.

I had never been a slave, till the last seven, eight months, never once did I role play as one, or wanting to be one. But now I am. I enjoyed the role play out of it at first, till I found one all important thing. That a large number, not all, but a large number of men, think slaves are on gor, just to FUR. I mean, at the rate I was going at one point, I should have had callouses on my whoo-ha. I swear. Making 16 copper in one day between serves and furring *boggles* not to mention, it get sooooooo boring. *mock voice* Ohh I hump a girl, oh I screw a girl, oh I make a girl surrender. Ya think! *boggles again* Yeah I know, part of this is in character, part of it is not, well, mostly the sarcasm is/is not. But then again, after seeing every man on gor that has 9+ inches to his name, don’t they wish they were dogs so they were flexable enough to take care of it themselves? Yeah, I am warped, sue me.

You know what the biggest kicker for me has been on gor. Making some real, honest to goodness friends, ones that I know, if I was in trouble, the girls dad started knocking me around, someone hurt my babies, hell, I lost what was left of my mind, they would be there in a heartbeat. Either come, or at the very least, call, helping me. Its hard enough to find friends like that in real time, but to find the ones that I have, that will look at you, when you royally screw up and go,,,, duhhhh you screwed up, ok, now, lets move on. That is, to me, more precious then anything else I have come across. Not the freedoms of roleplaying what I want, being able to just cut loose and go nuts really, but to know, that I have friends that are willing to hold my hand when it is bad, or to bap me upside the head and go, DUMBASS, but still think I am ok. No pointing fingers, no screaming and jumping up and down, just the look, that says ok, that was not your best move and go on. For that alone I think, I will always love gor. Ok shutting up for now, I am just rambling now and recognize it, it just seemed like the thing to do at the time, it has nothing to do with training, or being a slave on gor, but just putting thoughts in order, and feelings out there, and damn it feels good to do.

[apple{JMB}]

yes you passed fit to serve .... hugs you also

1. list me 10 food products how they are cooked and where they are from

2 . 10 drinks named and what they are served in

3.describe the dress of a northern bondmaid

4. how many colours of salt are there where its from and its importance ...

5..tell me about the frenzy of odin

6.what dance are you likely to see a northern Man do ?

7.what fruits might be localy available

8. what is the staple food

9. what do we eat in times of famine

[leysa]

sticks this here

(02/24/08-[11:00:26] ) Rook Soulreaversays to leysa{MacBain}Hulneth PG: was he satified with service?


(02/24/08-[11:01:27] )
leysa{MacBain}
Hulneth PG


== Is around the main fire of camp==

: says to Rook Soulreaver:.... Rising from Jarl Boromir's lap, the sultry sway of my hips rocking in time with my steps. Those onyx eyes are brilliant, heated, licking my lips as I come to you. The rounded globes of my breasts are pulled tight under the rough wool, and it shows. Stepping up to your left, hand curling around your shoulder, I look up at you, those dark eyes smoky, "You would have to ask him if he was satisified Jarl, that is not for me to decide." A smile curling the corners of those dark rose lips, "Now Jarl, is there anything I can get for you today?"


(02/24/08-[11:05:03] ) [PIC]


\Boromir/
Head of Herds
Commander of 100
Darkside of Kassar, PG



== Is around the main fire of camp==

: says to leysa{MacBain}Hulneth PG:.... smiles at girl as she raises...


(02/24/08-[11:08:54] ) Rook Soulreaversays to leysa{MacBain}Hulneth PG: have you danced yet?


(02/24/08-[11:09:41] )
leysa{MacBain}
Hulneth PG


== Is around the main fire of camp==

: says to Rook Soulreaver:.... I shake my head slowly, "Not as a bond, but I have danced as a silky Jarl." I look at you warily, watching you as I stroke your shoulder and arm with my hand



(02/24/08-[11:10:15] ) Rook Soulreaversays to leysa{MacBain}Hulneth PG: then dance. ~smles~


(02/24/08-[11:13:41] ) [PIC]


\Boromir/
Head of Herds
Commander of 100
Darkside of Kassar, PG

PRIVATELY whispers to leysa{MacBain}Hulneth PG: awaits you to return to finish the other half off them eh,winks,holds a silver out


(02/24/08-[11:14:56] )
leysa{MacBain}
Hulneth PG


==is dancing for the pleasure of the free==

: says to All:.... Some how I knew he was going to say that. There are others,(NPC) that begin to gather as you command the dance. I feel heat flaring on my cheeks, looking out at them, the dance begun before the music has ever started. There is a challenge in my eyes, to come and bind me, take me and make me writhe. But one after one, I dismiss them with a toss of my head as I move to the sands. I bend slowly at the waist, the long fiery trail of those dark tresses falling foward as I slip the boots from my small feet before stepping into the sands. The sway of my hips as I move drawing the eye, I look around at them all, a smirking smile caressing my lips, tossing my head as I listen for the first sounds of the drums.


(02/24/08-[11:23:03] )
leysa{MacBain}
Hulneth PG


==is dancing for the pleasure of the free==

: says to All:.... The beat begins, my head is turned slightly downwards, but my chin lifted, so that I look across the Jarls with a sly, almost taunting look thru the dark veil of lashes. My lips quirk upwards, it looks like a mocking grin on my lips, challenging every look that is sent my way. My arms are raised high over my head, intertwined, the palms are touching, fingers extended. Those willowy arms trail down, the black band of my collar sealed around my throat visible, the chaotic tumble of those dark strands flow down my spine. Breasts riding higher, the sway as I begin to move, the tight nipples scraping along the wool of the kirtle, teasing them harshly. My hips begin to move, rising up my left foot on the ball, pulling those calf muscles tight, thigh flexed as it rolls in wide, slowly figure eights, the farthest points met in time with the sound of the drum beats. The wool of the kirtle is supple, moving and molding to my body, both showing the lush curves of my hips and tucked in pinch of my waist, and hiding them as well. I let my head slowly tip backwards, arms still held high over my head, showing that long lean line of my throat, a look of pleasure sliding over my face, as if I am giving all to the touch of my Jarl, my MASTER, surrendering all that I am to the command of his touch.


(02/24/08-[11:25:42] ) Rook Soulreaversays to leysa{MacBain}Hulneth PG: ~smles whle watching her gve everything she as to hnor her Master~~watching her silky form dance the the fire light~




(02/24/08-[11:33:19] )
leysa{MacBain}
Hulneth PG


==is dancing for the pleasure of the free==

: says to All:.... I move around the sands, my hands still above me as if they are chained that way, Those onyx eyes are closed in a kind of quiet extasy, the thrill of being alive another day, my blood running thick and heavy in my veins, heat beginning to fill me. My arms start to slide down thru the air, the pads of my fingers contact my face, slowly pulling down over my forehead, lightly skimming my brows, then the closed covers of my eye lids. They spread out coming over my high cheek bones, they trace slowly across my lips. The sweep along my jaw line to my throat, pausing and tracing around the steel that is sealed, hammered shut to never be removed from my slender fragile throat. My breath comes quicker, showing in the rise and fall of my breasts, those onyx eyes open, now they are fathomless pools of need, smoky with desire and hooded, looking at the Jarls, all those men's eyes tracing the lines of my body, igniting the need that seems to boil up from my soul. My hips never lost time, those hands skimming lightly across my breasts to the flat plain of my stomach, capturing the fabric of the kirtle and slowly inching it upwards, slowly exposing the long lean calves, and thighs to the men's eyes. Feeling them almost physically touching me with those looks.


(02/24/08-[11:34:26] ) [PIC]


\Boromir/
Head of Herds
Commander of 100
Darkside of Kassar, PG

PRIVATELY whispers to leysa{MacBain}Hulneth PG: Im quiet,I said that ,smiles


(02/24/08-[11:36:44] ) [PIC]


\Boromir/
Head of Herds
Commander of 100
Darkside of Kassar, PG



== Is around the main fire of camp==

: says to leysa{MacBain}Hulneth PG:.... watchs on...


(02/24/08-[11:42:55] ) Rook SoulreaverPRIVATELY whispers to leysa{MacBain}Hulneth PG: very good beauitful very amazing.


(02/24/08-[11:43:23] )
leysa{MacBain}
Hulneth PG


==is dancing for the pleasure of the free==

: says to All:.... Teh hem rises farther and farther as I move, my hands pulling the kirtle upwards, over my skin, the lush round of my hips, the pale creamy skin, the globes of my breasts flushed, I pull it over my head, but tease as I swing it wide, flaring it out then pull it along my body, like a timid virgin trying to hide. A moan of need pours out of my throat as I tilt my head to the right, extending my head as the long hair falls like a dark curtain, my right hand comes up, the fabric in my hand, small white teeth biting into it, I pull my hands down my body, the motion showing the fight to try to tame the sensual beast that resides inside of me, that wants to devour my soul and turn me into the wanton, needing creature, a play thing of men.


(02/24/08-[11:45:10] ) Rook Soulreaversays to leysa{MacBain}Hulneth PG: ~watch the succulant form and watches the girl become wanton and needing~~smiles at such a awesome dance~


2/24/08-[11:52:44] )
leysa{MacBain}
Hulneth PG


==is dancing for the pleasure of the free==

: says to All:.... I slowly begin to turn, the flare of the kirtle held in front of me, edging outwards, the silky dark strands of my hair doing the same. My body tenses, like I am driving thru a storm, tossed from left to right. My stumbling steps kicking up the sand as I take those rapid harsh strides. My hand still pulling on the fabric, it slips free of my lips, a gasp, loud, harsh, is ripped from my throat. I lift my hand, first to the Jarl on the left side of the sands, my steps carrying me just barely out of reach of him, the pleading on my face etched there. The fabric just barely hiding my skin. As he starts to reach for me, I step backwards rapidly, like someone hand wrapped thier hands around my hips and jerked me backwards, spining me out to the right, the ragged tempo of my breathing showing, a wild light in my eyes as a faint sheen of sweat begins to coat my skin. I reach out too the Jarls on the right, begging, please, to assuage the need that have stoked in my body, the need that courses like molten gold thru my veins. Once more, just as Jarl reaches for me, the hands wrap around my hips, pulling me back, spining me back to the center of the sands, but this time the fabric of the kirtle is ripped from my grasp, and I am spun outwards, weakly falling to my knees. The features of my face upturned to the Jarls, sobs almost wracking me as I look at them, the power of the need filling my face as I look at them. On my left hip, slowly, my fingers rake foward, burrowing thru the sand as I press my shoulders to the ground, bowing my body to them, lungs heaving, need riding me hard, and surrendering.




(02/24/08-[11:55:08] ) Rook Soulreaversays to leysa{MacBain}Hulneth PG: ~watchng the great dance of such a beauitful girl~ lucky damn joe


(02/24/08-[11:55:15] )
leysa{MacBain}
Hulneth PG


==is dancing for the pleasure of the free==

: says to All:.... Lifting my head I look at the two Jarls, shuddering as I lower my head once more


(02/24/08-[11:56:19] ) [PIC]


\Boromir/
Head of Herds
Commander of 100
Darkside of Kassar, PG



== Is around the main fire of camp==

: says to leysa{MacBain}Hulneth PG:.... Thumps his chest,damn fine dance girl


(02/24/08-[11:57:04] ) Rook Soulreaversays to leysa{MacBain}Hulneth PG: And that is why you are one of the best girls on gor. ~smiles~


(02/24/08-[11:57:57] )
leysa{MacBain}
Hulneth PG


==is dancing for the pleasure of the free==

: says to \Boromir/Head of HerdsCo:.... Looking to you, and for once, shily dropping my head*


(02/24/08-[11:58:37] )
leysa{MacBain}
Hulneth PG


==is dancing for the pleasure of the free==

: says to Rook Soulreaver:.... My voice is low, I rise to find my kirtle, my body quivering. "Thank you Jarl, I try, that is all I can do."


(02/24/08-[11:59:23] ) Rook Soulreaversays to leysa{MacBain}Hulneth PG: You serve well. La Kajira!!


(02/24/08-[12:00:58] )
leysa{MacBain}
Hulneth PG


== Is around the main fire of camp==

: says to Rook Soulreaver:.... Pulling my kirtle back over my head, flush spreading over me deeper, brighter, I keep my head lowered as I come out of the sands. Shivering


(02/24/08-[12:01:37] ) Rook SoulreaverPRIVATELY whispers to leysa{MacBain}Hulneth PG: ~smiles~

[leysa]

10 foods

Bosk, seared, fried, roasted, or baked. Come from the bosk that are sold from the plains

Sa tarna, a wheat like grain, can be boild or baked, grown in more temperate regions

ta grapes, large grapes that come from Cos

suls, potato like tuber, grown pretty much univerally, not to be served in the wagon peoples, but can be boiled, baked, mashed, or fried.

larma, a fruit , hard or segemented, hard is more like an apple, with a hard shell and a single stone, or pit in it.

larma segmented is like an orange, juicey and fleshy, with either to give to a Master/Jarl is to beg to be raped.

tospit, peach like fruit that is also common. Usually eaten with honey sliced or used in juices and syrups.

tarsk, a boar like animal, found mostly in the north, the bristles are used for brushes and are sought after as well as the tusks.

verr, a wooly animal common to the north, used for meat that can be prepared in several ways, like any meat can.

salt, red and yellow coming from the Tahari, used in spicing and flavoring foods and preserving some meats.