sweeteningwhere to begin....
we have an age old issue trying to once again rear it's nasty nasty head again. the old "sweatening" of drinks. now... let us first approach this again using some logic.
no matter how beautiful and sensual a kajira may be, her shit and piss still stinks. sweat still stinks. are we all grasping this? good!!!
envision for a moment ol twatie tutu the kajira rises before daybreak to begin her duties. first on her list of chores is to get the fires going for cooking, heating water, and for some heat in general. so there she goes climbing over the dung sacks, sitting, crawling, straddling, etc until the girl reaches the dungsack at the top and once grasped the girl repeats all these actions on the way down. dusty dry sacks.... dust flying setting everywhere as the girl begins to sweat under the efforts. finally ol twatie tutu reaches the fires and one by one the dung dust is stirred up as the girl fuels the fires.
already sweating beneath what leather twatie tutu heads for the buckets and begins the trek back and forth from river to cookfires to fill the kettles and cauldrons as well as the tubs and basins. she does naught immerse herself in the water as naught to stir up unnecessary sediment or catch the dust and dirt rinsing from her legs. she dips the buckets entering only as far as needed to accomplish the tasks. the trips cause the girl to sweat more. the sweat begins to drip from her brow and runs over her flesh carrying along whatever dust and dirt is upon her skin down as it cascades and clings to the places where leather touches. a sort of nasty deposit area.
then we have egg gathering where flapping wings swish up dust and dried vulo shit dust to settle and stick wherever it lands on the girl. then milking, which stirs up dust from the great bosk. what is in this dust? you got it.... dirt, dried dung dust, dried urine dust, the whole nine yards.
then the girl may tend to chamber pot duty. gather the pots from the wagons and transport them to the pits to be dumped, splashing and swilling them along the way. pouring them in splashing and swishing again. no doubt during this process these same splashed and swished inadvertently land on the girl's flesh. then washing and seeing the pots are clean adds more splashing before once again sweating transporting them back to their owners.
next she may be tending the furs.... shaking them of all sorts of dust and dirt... pounding them... carrying them around where needed before again setting them in place.
okies...in all fairness twatie tutu washes her hands between chores. all fine and dandy. but do take note.... nothing else gets washed.
next twatie tutu begins the ritual of sweeping steps and wagon platforms, commissary ramps, etc stirring up more of the dust containing everything that can possibly dry and become airborn dust.
twatie tutu has managed to get a drink in between chores and has to step off into the tall grasses or wherever she has been instructed to relive herself and showers the area. uh oh... last nights left-over overdone bosk did naught mix well with the verr cheese and milk. twatie tutu has a nasty case of dumpster splashitus and thar she blows. grabbing a handful of grass tutu does the best she can wiping but face it.... grass is NAUGHT exactly WhiteCloud, Charmin, or Handi Wipes.
up she goes... ol twatie tutu swishing her hips back to work once again sweating and mixing all this wonderfully nastiness in her nether regions.
now the stage is set.
ol Lowsack Larry the foulest of Tuchuk exits his wagon reeking of fermented curds, belching, scratching his nuts as he makes his way down his steps to plop his nasty ass down on his furs. Lowsack Larry commands ol twatie tutu to bring him some blackwine. well being the eager to please kajira tutu is she runs across the camp to serve the Master Lowsack. she diligently washes her hands clean and taking a mug... ol twatie tutu does as commanded and runs the rim of the mug through the lips of her nether regions just as Lowsack Larry commanded her to prior to filling the mug and returning to the Master.
i surely hope he like really exotic tasting blackwine.
to bring this to a close... there will be no further "sweetening" of this nature done in this camp. THIS IS LAW!!!
our girls do bathe and do take care of themselves. they are a pleasure to us and serve us well. but do bear in mind... they do naught take a bath after every chore or serve.
logic at work. NO MORE SWEETENING!!!
just to make sure... just in case you missed it... NO MORE SWEETENING OF THIS NATURE IN TUCHUK!!! the rest of us do naught wish to see it... smell it... taste it when you decide to moronically share a drink.
if this really is a taste you relish... then take your kailla way out on patrol and when all alone you may feel free to lift it's tail and ram your face as far up its ass as you can before it saves me the trouble of killing you by ending your nasty existence itself.
did i mention NO MORE SWEETENING IN TUCHUK??!!!
