*Knowing better than to argue with a Commander, I simply arch an eyebrow at You and simply nod.

If such is found out to not be true, then it will You flayed out on the Plains, with the bosk stampeding over You, not Me*

As You wish then Commander

But you are so talented. you deserve far more then just that

it's been okay...a few perfume adverts, some photo shoots here and there

How have things been for you of late?

yes she does, and perhaps. But I am in need of a slave and have permission to use what resources that I feel I need to get settled in and keep things moving as smooth as possible.

Oh and trust Me, He has been compensated for her rental till I find a slave that suits Me He has been well compensated

nods

glad things have been somewhat busy for you...and of course it's always good to get some time to yourself

smiles again

*your presents is noted, but I let you sit there for a bit, holding the goblet up...as I await the answer from the Commander. It is good training for you as you still need to become a bit stronger in your slavery*

She listened then nodded.

Yes Master, those are chores that Camp slaves are commanded to perform.

A couple of things in Preproduction but otherwise things in life are a little slow, but that lets me make it out to places like this to see what I find, or what finds me... it's been a while sense I've looked in here

Hummm..a bit presumptuous of You Commander...that slave belongs to the Ubar....

i kneel before You once more
Not directly before You
To one side
Leaving Your view unblocked
my thighs spread wide
As You had instructed us
Chatka tight between them
i lift the goblet to You

"Your wine, Mistress"

checking the place out

As girl might have heard Me tell Oyun )(. I do not own a slave presently. I will need a girl to keep My wagon clean, the axles greased and stocked with water and dung chips for the fires.

So till I buy or take a slave, girl will care for My wagon.

oh it's not too bad, although it's been pretty quiet. how about you?

*Watching as you move away, noting the sway of hips, and the roll of your step, nodding softly as a Tuchuk slave should always show their sensuous side in camp, even with the FW *

i find the bottle
Fingers gripping the cork
Arms straining a little
It is in thoroughly
But it pops
i pour it into the goblet
Inhaling the aroma
Then press the cork back in
Bare feet padding once more towards You

I hope you're having a good night?

looking in

Rubbing my crotch as I walk
by the row of pens

smiles back at the actress while i take a seat