Washing dishes

Drawing from
Women-A Pictorial Archive from the 19th Century
Image courtesy ClipArt.com

Washing Dishes

"Being a slave is a whole way of life, involving a total modality of existence. There is a great deal more to it than simply serving a master on the furs."
John Norman, Players of Gor, p. 379

"When I ’m not thank’d at all, I ’m thank’d enough;
I ’ve done my duty, and I ’ve done no more."
Henry Fielding, Tom Thumb the Great

Even such a simple chore as washing dishes can be made to seem sensuous and pleasing to a Master's eyes. It is also very becoming that a slave busy herself about the tasks of whatever tavern she is in. If she wears a tavern collar, it will be assumed that she will busy herself with various chores while not serving. If she does not belong to the tavern, and is not in service to a Master, it is a good idea to ask the Owner or the first girl if there is some task she can perform. In this way, she will not appear to be lazy.

girl turns her eyes quickly around the Inn, through lowered golden lashes she takes in the mysterious shadows cast by a multitude of tiny candles along its walls. she notices the many used serving vessels discarded on the tables and beside the furs, and her pretty forehead creases in a frown. she rises with a fluid motion and moves soundlessly about the Inn, collecting the various vessels in her slender arms.

girl moves with a whispering of tiny feet across the stones to the servery, she glances back and smiles as she sees her sister kneeling before the Inn's lone Patron, then feels a shiver ripple through her slender form as she sees the Owner's brilliant blue eyes boring into her. she places the serving vessels lightly on the counter and moves to the storage room to find the basin.

girl cradles the basin to her belly, she smiles as it touches the brand her Master has placed there, then she turns and pads to the hearth as long golden hair floats around her shoulders like a cloud. she drops to her knees before the kettle containing hot water, and reaches for a clean rep cloth to protect her soft and as she lifts the lid. she smiles as the steam causes damp tendrils to cling to her pale forehead.

girl reaches for the ladle and dips out the bubbling water into the basin, she fills it only half full, then she replaces the ladle and covers the kettle once more. she picks up the basin and balances it carefully in her delicate hands as she moves slowly back to the servery. she moves to the cask of freshly melted snow and lifts the lid, she peers down into the water and giggles as she spies a pert little slave face peeking up at her.

girl fills the basin with cool water, she moderates the temperature enough so that soft flesh may enter it, then carefully takes the basin back to the counter. she reaches for the first vessel, a fine crystal goblet, and slides it into the water, she takes great care not to chip it. slender fingers work at the glass to remove all traces of ka-la-na from it, her thoughts stray with a sweet smile to the lovely FW who drank from this vessel last night.

girl removes the goblet from the basin and places it to one side, she then reaches for a fine carved temwood bowl and immerses it in the water. she reaches for the soapstone and scrubs at the vessel, humming softly to herself as her mind wander back to the handsome Master who last held this bowl in His hands, she shivers a little as she feels the smooth wood in her hands.

girl removes the bowl from the basin and pauses to admire the image carved on the side, that of glaciers in the distance. she sets it to one side and turns her attention to a fine bosk horn, she allows it to soak for an ehn as she remembers last night, when she herself was honored to bring this vessel to the handsome Master, and was rewarded by the touch of His strong hand over hers as she served Him.

girl shakes her head to clear it, then completes her task. she diligently cleans every mug and bowl, each horn and goblet, and inspects them thoroughly before placing them to one side. she takes the basin between small hands and pads smoothly to the back door, she braces herself for the blast of cold air as she opens the heavy wooden door, she quickly gives the dirty water a toss out the door.

girl shivers violently as she quickly closes the door and returns to the warmth of the servery. she moves back to the counter and reaches for a clean rep towel and begins to dry each vessel she has washed, taking great care not to leave streaks or spots. when each is dry, she begins to return them to their proper locations, easing them into place with practiced caution, she smiles to herself as she feels fulfilled in her task.

girl takes a step backward to survey her work, she admires the array of serving vessels before her and dreams of later in the day when she will be allowed to take them in her hands again, and fill them with drinks for the pleasure of the Free. she traces a soft hand lovingly over the gleaming steel at her neck, then pivots and returns to the main room, she drops down to the serving furs to wait until summoned.

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