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flicka {GS}~ fg. 18:29:31 pm CDT
~stepping into the Tavern, thinking about what is up in the rafters, goosebumps rising all over a slave's body at the knowledge there are monsters with eight legs.~

flicka {GS}~ fg. 18:32:22 pm CDT
~what is ficka if she is not intrepid, she is a bondsmaid of The North, she is strong and used to all manner of nasty little tasks.

Once more flicka looks to the rafters, her whole body shuddering as a slight movement causes a web to shimmer. Flicka stifles a sob.~

flicka {GS}~ fg. 18:34:46 pm CDT
~turning to the kitchen flicka begins to prepare herself for the task that she as first girl of Gorean Shores needs to do. For what do they say? if you are not prepared to do a thing yourself you cannot ask others to do it for you. ~

flicka {GS}~ fg. 18:43:04 pm CDT

~rummaging in the special slaves cupboard flicka unearths her special "suit" slithering out of her silks, folding them carefully before donning the special suit, flicka hopes and prays that no one Master or slave will come in.

A little wriggle has the heavily woven silk clinging tightly to her body. Every slender line fully defined in the pale pink material, breasts sharply delineated, every pore of her nipples etched against the fabric. Carefully flicka encloses her golden hair in the hood, pulling tightly the drawstring, and securing the fine mesh over her face.
A little giggle issues from flicka's lips, as she now looks like a strange hybrid Mistress/slave.~

flicka {GS}~ fg. 18:49:33 pm CDT
~as flicka walks across the kitchen her silken encased feet make a strangely sweet purr, pausing flicka wonders if Masters would enjoy the feel of silken encased feet travelling over Their naked bodies. This slave must experiment with that.

Now to business, going out the door flicka seeks the long step ladder, she ceases to breath as she passes the necessaries, and thinks that the time has come once more to assign a kajirus to do a little cleaning within.

The stepladder is housed in the out-shed if flicka recalls. Pulling open the door, the tightly woven enveloping silken suit in whichh flicka is enshrouded creaks and a girl prays to not split a seam.

Note to self: stop eating tastas.~

flicka {GS}~ fg. 18:53:52 pm CDT

~flicka begins to hunt for the ladder, for unless she can find it she will not be able to deal with the eight legged ones. With her eyes closed flicka enters the shed, placing her soft, delicate hands over her eyes she diligently seeks the ladder. Nope not here. No ladders in this shed.

Being a faithful and hardworking little slave slave patters over to the rear of the outhouse, once more closing her eyes she searches for the ladder. She trips over a wooden object, but with eyes tightly screwed shut, just knows this cannot be the ladder~

Oh what a shame someone must have borrowed it and failed to return it.

flicka {GS}~ fg. 18:59:54 pm CDT
~Entering once more into the kitchen of the Tavern, flicka smiles to herself, she has been reprieved, for it is impossible to reach the rafters without the ladder.

~slowly and with great reluctance flicka divests herself of the all encompassing suit, enjoying the feel of the heavy fabric against her legs and body. So sad that flicka was unable to fulfill this task. Freeing her flaxen locks from the hood, flicka shakes her head, allowing the cascade of molten strands falling down her naked back.

Stowing the spider suit into the very back of the cupboard flicka wills her mind to forget where it is. For next time perhaps she will find the ladder but not the suit.

With a smile flicka slips into her diaphanous red silks and feels her heart sing with joy at not being able to address the eight legged monster issue. Perhaps someone else will feel the need remove them after a Master has one drop into His tankard of paga. ~
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"I want to live darkly and richly in my a woman I want to be dominated...I donít mind being told to stand on my own feet, not to cling, be all that I am capable of doing, but I am going to be pursued, fucked, possessed by the will of a male at his time, his bidding." Anais Nin.
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