And your name .. 'fashion' ... fits you.

It could be worse!

laughs at the memory of some names that slaves are called

Not that this one didn't see ... what .. that you would be in a collar?
Of course, slaves knew slaves when they saw one. It was just for you to accept and the Free to act. Just a matter of time.

smiles then

Rather you might come to feel the joy of living on the land, being healthy and strong from work .. and being desired for the sensuality that Tuchuk slaves are known for.

looking in on the Farm

big grin...
happy to have you show your true side...

"fashion"

i paused
Not before saying it
But after
It had come easy enough, but i was surprised it had

"i'm glad you approve"

i smile and thrust a hip playfully to the side

"Not that you didn't see..."

i pause
Wondering if i want to reference how i wound up like this

"i feel vulnerable and helpless and humiliated and exhausted"

Just spilling it out
Being honest with you

crawling to my bottoms.. putting them on.. looking for my top. fumbling to put it on

*welp, looks like I'm stealin' smokes again, leavin' tha wall, ma nice big chunk boots wanderin' out of that back n' then through the door I came inta*

L/P

only stopping when your fingers are clean

Her pace slowing as she neared the central fire, pretty eyes catching sight of a new-yet-not-unknown.

She smiled - raising her hand in greeting

You look good clad kajir. How're you feeling? What are you named?

blushing as i lick and suck your dirty fingers..
still naked.. and sore.. but licking every inch of your dirty fingers

looking

Moving back to the gathering area, she paused to stretch - not the least concerned that Warriors were watching.

She had to laugh when she saw Them begin to bet - looking back and forth toward her.

With a sassy sway, she passed ... heh ... let them look!

?purr...
sliding my fingers in your mouth...
letting you suck on them, like the filthy girl I expected...

omg.. your not going to get the ring dirty..
i crawl over to you.. eyes on your fingers..
opening my mouth.. as i start to lick them clean.. OMG

guessing They have both left

*snappin' ma gum, leanin' against the wall while I watch that hole in tha wall fer somethin' interestin'.. windin' my popped bubble gum around ma finger, then stuffin' it back in ma mouth with a push of ma finger.. it's gonna suck if I gotta steal smokes again*

pointing my two filthy fingers at you...
blues twinkle...

i had come back from the stream and been clad as ordered
Bare feet padding on the open ground
my soles feeling sore
The koora in my hair
The kalmack leaving the familiar sight of my sore, bare arms
And also hanging open
Bouncing slightly against my chest
The chatka tight between my thighs
Held in place by the curla
i walk towards you

improvise

looking up seeing your fingers wiggle.. such a wicked grin you have