Yasmine had found this odd connection to me. I see her in the class of women that might have many keys being a head Mistress of a great hall, and I just a lower hall woman of some man's cousin's mate that worked the land for pay and a place under the salt in comparison. I think that is why I find it strange she spends so much time with me, and not with those more...elite slaves. Dweller. Dweller slave. I hear it a lot. I can't even blend. I am the sore thumb that sticks out throbbing and red.
I love the smell of fresh fires being started. Once we made camp they all burst into life like raining falling stars. I love the different smells, it wasn't just burning dry grass and dung, but leaves of mint, sage and dried berries added to bring a nice soothing aroma in the air with the fire. Yasmine showed me how soaking and keeping the fire stones in a bucket shallow with water mixed with oils or herds will keep that scent lingering in the air. Making small wax incense will melt slowly releasing the scents if placed on the outer ring of stones that keep even the smallest of camp fires contained by the wagons. I shall have to bring the wax to Catch to see which she would think He would be pleased with. Right now I will just rest the buttons of wax that smelled of honey, dates and vanilla. Nothing overly sweet or girly, just a nice smooth aroma to dance with the flames and breeze from the stones of the fires of His wagons.
Yasmine was trying to give me a few lessons on being....sexy and flirting also. They seemed ill spent on me. I wasn't sure if I was ready for that step. I had been spared the dramatics of sex so far. Not that I didn't want to have sex, cause well, it seemed a vital part of slavery. I can't say I didn't want that...powerful feeling of battle of wills and release of all flesh at the hands of another...or so the way Yasmine tells it. I just wasn't ready for that craving. I was craving so much more right now. I wanted to learn...everything. I finally got to be hands on with all aspects of life. In being a Slave. I don't know if I was a mature enough of a Slave yet to handle more. I smell sex in the air, I hear it. I feel my own body react with its new form, and motions starting to become very natural to me.
It was a hunger. Hunger to learn, experience, and start to take little bits of everything around me, to build this new and improved. Red.
I love the smell of fresh fires being started. Once we made camp they all burst into life like raining falling stars. I love the different smells, it wasn't just burning dry grass and dung, but leaves of mint, sage and dried berries added to bring a nice soothing aroma in the air with the fire. Yasmine showed me how soaking and keeping the fire stones in a bucket shallow with water mixed with oils or herds will keep that scent lingering in the air. Making small wax incense will melt slowly releasing the scents if placed on the outer ring of stones that keep even the smallest of camp fires contained by the wagons. I shall have to bring the wax to Catch to see which she would think He would be pleased with. Right now I will just rest the buttons of wax that smelled of honey, dates and vanilla. Nothing overly sweet or girly, just a nice smooth aroma to dance with the flames and breeze from the stones of the fires of His wagons.
Yasmine was trying to give me a few lessons on being....sexy and flirting also. They seemed ill spent on me. I wasn't sure if I was ready for that step. I had been spared the dramatics of sex so far. Not that I didn't want to have sex, cause well, it seemed a vital part of slavery. I can't say I didn't want that...powerful feeling of battle of wills and release of all flesh at the hands of another...or so the way Yasmine tells it. I just wasn't ready for that craving. I was craving so much more right now. I wanted to learn...everything. I finally got to be hands on with all aspects of life. In being a Slave. I don't know if I was a mature enough of a Slave yet to handle more. I smell sex in the air, I hear it. I feel my own body react with its new form, and motions starting to become very natural to me.
It was a hunger. Hunger to learn, experience, and start to take little bits of everything around me, to build this new and improved. Red.
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