Year’s End Message

This is the last day of 2009. We are in the waning hours of not only the year, but also the decade. The past year has been an interesting one to say the least. I'm reminded of the time I went four-wheeling in the mountains of Colorado. It was in July, the middle of the summer, and yet, on that day, I experienced all four seasons in the space of a few hours - we went from about 85 degrees at the base of the mountain, to snow and freezing temps as we neared the top. Anyway, this year was a lot like that. From lowest lows to the most ecstatic of highs, all jumbled together into one helluva roller-coaster ride.
There are two gigantic highlights of the year. First is the purchase of my slave, formerly guttersnipe, then toybox, now called cuntslime (gawd I love that name). I had known her for some time before I made the decision to acquire her, and it was an excellent decision. The second is when a slave named ce showed up on my doorstep, alone, an outcast from her former place. She made it clear she did not want to wear another person's collar, and I intended to respect that decision from her. But it was only a short amount of time before we both knew that statement was not founded in facts, and she offered her self to me, and I took what I wanted. These two girls are by far two of the greatest, most loyal girls I have ever had the pleasure of knowing. After the taking of these two, anything else pales in comparison.
In the end, it seems that even the bad things led to good. I, along with a partner, opened a new place with a human trafficking theme. A place where men can visit and find girls to treat harshly, to fuck, rape, beat, belittle, degrade, humiliate. A place where girls who crave that kind of treatment can go and be secure in the knowledge they will receive it. It isn't the only human trafficking themed sim in SL. There is the HT Mansion of which I had written previously, but that place is very elegant. Our place, Dogan, is rough. Dirty. In a state of disrepair. Grungy. It does not offer the feeling and atmosphere that one finds in other places. It does not give way to the idea of snuggling, snogging and cuddling. No. When one wonders into Dogan, they are assaulted with the visuals of old, rusted buildings and equipment. An imposing place, which makes a man want to beat up on a cheap ass good for nothing worthless whore. The only thing I think the place is missing is buzzards circling overhead - maybe when we have enough traffic & donations to move to a full-sized sim, we can fix that.
I would like to thank each and every person I know for a wonderful year. You all contributed to one of my best ever years in some way or another.

Merry Christmas Everybody

In case I happened to miss anyone, or you aren’t on my friends list,
I wanted to make sure we wished you all a very Happy Christmas,
and a prosperous new year!

Dogan’s website

 

Dogan, the human trafficking POW style camp that I run, has created a new website (http://doganwhorecamp.ning.com/). People can join the website, and post pics, videos or stories. There is a forum for discussion, and private messaging between members of the site, and a calendar for events (which we’ll start having soon, promise). Feel free to drop by and check it out.

Family

The other day, Zeno (my business partner) mentioned how she really enjoyed our family. She clarified the statement saying she meant her, me, T (my former master), my lovely piece of slave flesh and her own girls.

Now, they say you can’t pick your family, but I would disagree. Family is, sure, blood relations, but often, these are not nearly as enjoyable as those we love as much or more, who have no blood relations. I find these relationships, the best, and Zeno is right, we have a great family, and I do love and enjoy our family.

Recently, and old friend stopped by the Dogan where I spend the majority of my time. This girl, I have known for maybe close to two years, probably a little less. She recently left the place where I had met and cultivated a relationship with her. She’d been a slave at that other place, as many were – and some still are.

When she came to visit, she was not interested in being a slave anymore. I don’t know what happened there that caused her to leave, or to swear off being under anyone else’s collar. She didn’t offer any explanation, and I didn’t prod for one. She is a dear and loving person, and always such a joy to be around.

Without question, and without reservation, we welcome this beautiful creature into our family, as yet another loved member. In this picture is me, my lovely piece of slave flesh, a visitor friend, and our newest family member (the hottie in red).

A Protest Against Violent Fantasy Roleplay

My dear friend Gera has a post up on her blog about a protest against violence in the sim Hard Alley.

Now, Hard Alley is  place where the main theme is rape and hard, violent sex.

Of course, the protest is against places that cater to violence against women. I guess these folks don’t give a hoot about places that cater to violence against men.

Frankly, I’m a tad jealous of Unca Hard. You can’t buy advertising like this. Too bad they didn’t come to Dogan, we could use the publicity.

Finding a new camp whore

I was busy at Dogan, rearranging the cantina, taking out a few of the dancing poles, making more room for people to dance, and lounge. Making it a bit more open and less crowded, when I heard a little squeak. I had to look around, then finally down to see this little mouse of a girl standing there. Looking all sexy, hawt and, well, kinda pathetic overall. I smiled at her, as I do with most of them, a benevolent, kind (dare I say 'maternal'?) smile. The girl was very pale, and vibrant purple hair, wearing a long sleeved t-shirt, and some sort of army type pants.

 
Now, it should be noted, we do have another pale whore, with very shiny skin. I normally call her our "china doll whore" (meaning, of course, no offense to China-men, nor dolls). She is taller though, with lovely red/rust hair, braided back into a ponytail - perfect for grabbing hold of and dragging around.

"Hmmm..." I commented, "another white skinned china doll. Something must be catching."

"Maybe they are swine floosies" IZ chimed in.

"I hope not" said the china doll whore "I like being unique."

The new milk skinned girl blushed, a great look for her. The red in her cheeks clashing with the milkiness of her skin.

"Oh, trust me china doll, you are unique" I retorted. "she's not as shiny as you are though, but maybe we can fix that with the buffer."

"Buffer?" it was the first thing I'd heard the squeaky little milk skinned mouse say, she seemed nervous, and a bit scared.

"The Madame's must have gone to Lowe's recently, nail guns and buffers." chimed in IZ's faceless slave. So ugly she has to be masked.

"Yes" I said "a buffer, you know for buffing things"

"oooh" the mousey whore said weakly.

"I like her, she's a dork" the china doll piped up.

I nodded towards IZ's masked slave "Well, at least you aint so ugly we gotta put a mask on you....like that one over there"

She blushed again - beautiful, simply adorable. "She is a bit covered though, she has, what, like 18 layers of clothes on?" The mousey girl squeaked and blushed again.."get your top off girl" I demanded. Looking a bit unsure of herself, and also a little scared, she grabbed the hem of her thick and over-sized shirt, and lifted it up over her head, her face growing brighter red, her fingers trembling a little. Seeing how nervous she was, got me aroused, as seeing the fear and uncertainty in these girls usually does. She had smallish breasts. Not, like, 14 year old boy small, but not much more than a handful. That's alright though, there was plenty there, and when abused, the small ones hurt just as much as the big ones do.
"She seems easy" The china doll whore injected.

"The tits are small, but their enough I suppose" I said reaching out and grabbing one of them, squeezing it, kneading my fingers into it, like someone testing a tomato at the super market.

"Nothing wrong with small tits" IZ says while the mousey girl winced and let out a little cry of pain, turning her face towards the ground, looking like she just wanted to curl up and hide somewhere "isn't that cute, she's shy". I pulled my fingers down her breast until my finger tips were at her nipple. I took the nipple between my finger and thumb and squeezed it a little, not  much mind you, but just enough to let the mouse feel it.

"I can see that..." I agreed "that is cute."

"And they don't have stretch marks like yo....some people" IZ commented - she tries to be funny sometimes, usually failing miserably.

IZ wanted to get the rest of her undressed, to see what she really looked like. I pinched the nipple harder. "I wanna see her ass" IZ said. I held onto the nipple while the mouse squeaked, kicked off her shoes and shimmied out of her pants, revealing something akin to granny panties with the term "Dick Shit" written around the waistband. "She's got breeder hips" IZ added.

I looked down at the girl's underwear, and grimaced. "We wanna ss your ASS bitch" I slapped her tit hard "how can we do that with those granny panties on?"

"This whore much be the B&O Railroad" IZ is great at humiliating them "she's got a big caboose." I laughed at that sometimes IZ can make a good joke.

"I think she likes it up the ass too" I said "don't ya, whore?"

"That's the biggest tail I seen not on a neko" IZ was on a roll. The mousey whore quickly removed the panties, grinding her teeth. She was probably wondering why she was so eager to do what she was told.

"Yeah, she's way to easy" the china doll continued with her assessment of the whore.

"She's a whore, she should be easy when it counts." IZ replied.

Ignoring the bantering of the other two, I clapped my hand between the whore's legs, pressing it against her pussy "well? do ya?" I asked. I could see her looking at the china doll, her lips pulled tight, jaw muscles tense and her fists clenched tight, all of that went away when I slapped my hand against her cunt and she let out a surprised cry. "Let me explain something, whore," I forced a finger into the whore's pussy "I don't like to repeat myself, and I asked you a question."

The mousey whore intook a deep, sharp breath as my finger penetrated her body "Wh..what was the question?"

I sighed, grabbing the whore's nipple with my free hand, I tweaked it hard "Do you like it up the ass?" I asked again as she cried out in pain, moving a hand instinctively to cover her backside.

"Th...that's dirty!" she replied, looking around, as if to see if there was some way to escape the camp. The heavy gate is locked, and secure, that is the only way in or out of the camp. I forced a second finger into the whore's cunt.
"You got any diseases whore?"

"M...maybe?" I hooked my fingers in her cunt, and yanked up. "So, you're a slut then?" She cried out again, and raised up on her tip toes "AAAAAH" she screamed "ALRIGHT, I LIED!!" I grinned and removed my fingers from her cunt "So I figured...bend over and grab your ankles, whore." She began to shake visibly, her mouth opening in closing in silent protest "NOW SLUT!" I yelled, slapping the whore's tit again. She yelped and bent over, grabbing her ankles.

I leaned over the whore, grabbing her ass cheeks with both hands and pulling them apart, teasing the whore's asshole with my index finger. "My my, you are tight back here whore, you EVER have a cock in your ass?" She trembled..stammering out her answer, "n..n...never". I let a glob of spit drip from my mouth onto her ass between her cheeks, she gasped and watched as it rolled down, settling in her little brown eye. Then pressed my finger into her virgin ass.

She began shuttering, I thought she might pass out. "Fuck you are tight, we can sell your anal virginity...some guys LOVE making a girl scream when they shove their meaty cocks into a whore's tight ass for the first time." Then the water works started, the sobbing and crying. God, I love it when they cry like that, just gets my....mmmhhhh...juices really flowing!

I pulled my finger out of the whore's ass, wiping it off on her cheeks, and moved my hands down, my fingers prying apart her pussy lips, revealing the soft pink insides, "Your cunny don't look too used up either, that's good, you'll last longer that way." For some reason, she tried to stand up when I said that, not sure why. It surprised me, almost making me loose my balance. If I hadn't been leaning over her that way, with my hands on her cunt lips, who knows. I shoved two fingers into the tight pussy again, twisting them back and forth. She let loose with a shrill, almost screaming sound from her throat, convulsing and sobbing, the tears flowing freely from her eyes. Pulling my fingers out of her hole, and used her hair to clean them off, I stood "get up, whore" I commanded.

She stood, her knees looking weak, turning her head about as if looking for an escape route. I grabbed a fistful of hair "There ain't no getting out of here...whore." I pulled the whore by the hair towards the processing hut, she screamed and cried out in pain the whole way. In the hut, I slapped a collar around her neck, and then things got a bit strange. She become suddenly not to meek and mousey. She quit crying, and even become a tad beligerant.

I left her in one of the in-ground tiger cages for the night. Maybe she'll be nicer tomorrow. I'm wondering if she might have split personalities....but she wont' be the first crazy bitch we've had, and certainly won't be the last.

(( as always, comments and complaints are welcome :) ))

Family Reunions

Old friends, re-united. It was a good day at Dogan. Friends I hadn’t seen in quite a while dropped by.

With the purchase of the new whore – a true and unending painslut. She’s a crazy, panther like slut, but we love her dearly!

Other friends, whom I haven’t seen for nearly as long, such a sight for my eyes. Lovely people, a wonderful man, and his slave who is as lovely on the inside, as she looks on the outside.

Branded

When I woke up that day, I knew what I was going to do. I approached it, and slowly began to remove its garments. It was dressed in a soft corset, with bicep length gloves a skirt, and what I endearingly call its "pussy corset" - a set of leather panties with a drawstring that can be drawn oh so deliciously tight. I stripped it naked, slowly, caressing it, kissing it. Tasting the sweet moisture my attentions caused it to create. I then placed a gag and blindfold on it, connected its chain, and walked it out of our cabin to the whore camp, where I had ordered everything I would need to be arranged and set up. We entered the compound, the slave's lovely breasts swaying as it walked, naked, gagged and blind behind me.

I had waiting for us, two of the camp whores, they were there to help. I lead my plaything to a pipe structure we built which works great for securing girls. It is made from scavenged rusted pipes, and has several chains hanging from it in different locations. Thick, heavy steel chains. The kind that you feel the weight of almost just by looking at them. I took one of these chains, and attached it to the slave's bound wrists and pulled it tight, raising the slave's arms behind it, tweaking my fuck meat's shoulders back, it mumbled in discomfort into its gag. As the 'coups de gras' so to speak, I inserted an anal hook into my toy's ass, and shortened the chain, lifting it to its tip-toes.

I nodded to one of the whores, who began to tease and pinch my slave's nipples. Now, I know that my slave has very sensitive nipples - it can climax just from having its nipples tortured. The whore seemed to be having a really good go at them. Taking out her frustrations on my slave's nipples. Pinching, pulling, twisting. My slave, had it not been gagged, I'm sure would be screaming.

The other whore knelt in front of the bound and gagged piece of slave meat, and started teasing it's pussy with her tongue. Sucking and licking at the clit and lips with a hungry, wet slurping sound. I checked the iron in the fire, seeing that it was glowing bright red I knew it was time. It should be noted that my piece of meat did not know what was going to happen. We hadn't discussed anything about this before. I rubbed baby oil over her right ass cheek, pulled the iron from the fire, and jabbed it onto my plaything's flank. It tensed and screamed against the gag...and of course, it climaxed. It came hard while its nipples were tortured, and while the red hot branding iron sizzled on its ass. Little tendrils of smoke rising in the still air. The aroma of fresh burned meat filling our senses.

Now it is branded. It is completely mine - forever.

The Dogan Compound

I’ll post some pics of the compound up here soon, I’ve just been sitting on this article for a while now, and thought I’d get it finally put up.

The Dogan is a different kind of place. Called both "Dogan" and "the Dogan" (either is correct, really - heck we don't really care what you call it, as long as you visit :) ) is a kind of combination of a whore house, slave den, prison and capture sim - and yet, at the same time, it is none of those. I'll explain the visions for Dogan, then we'll visit each of the things in the list above, and give some deeper explanations.

The Vision:
What we've envisioned for Dogan is a kind of human trafficking place. A former POW camp, that we found and fixed up (sort of). We capture or buy girls on the black market (completely RP, we don't really buy girls) and make them whores. Renting out their bodies for the pleasures of the clients. The camp is somewhat run-down, and in a bit of disrepair. The buildings are old and rusty, it isn't the cleanest environment. The idea was to give the impression that we'll spend as little money as possible to keep the camp (and the whores) in working order. After all, we're in this for the money, it's just an easy way to get a lot of money, with little effort on our parts - oh, well, yeah, and a reason to abuse the lovely whore flesh we have running around.

Is Dogan a prison?
No...well...kinda. Dogan has some cells and some cages, and an area for severe isolation. We are not a prison in that we have cell blocks and guards, and the prisoners are expected to be in their cells each night and all kinds of prison-ish rules and regulations. We are a prison in that we have...well...prisoners. Prisoners that we force into prostitution.

Is Dogan a slave camp?
Yes..aaaand no. Dogan's prisoners are forced into prostitution. So, they are, in essence, sex slaves. Though, do not expect them to call you "Master" or "Mistress" or whatever title you think a slave should use for a dominant. The theme is a contemporary one, not ancient Arabia, not Gor, not quasi-Gor, not antebellum southern. There are other places for that. Our whores are sex slaves, plain and simple. They are trapped and held prisoner here. Some of the whores have had their spirit broken and their will shattered, and are eager and willing to serve. Others have not, they are made of more rigid stuff. These might take a bit more convincing to get them to do what you want.

Is Dogan an escort sim?
No, not in the context that you have to pay L$1000 for 30 minutes of RP, no. While we welcome donations (hell, we even ENCOURAGE them!), the play is that once a client enters the compound, it is assumed they have already paid for whatever whore(s) they want to use. Tipping of the whores is allowed, any tips they receive are there's alone - but they should not be soliciting tips.

Is Dogan a capture sim?
No....aaaand yes...sorta, kinda. We do not have combat. We use no meters. Weapons are not allowed in the compound. We ask that you remove any bows, guns, slingshots, spit ball straws, swords, baseball bats, broken whiskey bottles (FULL whiskey bottles will be confiscated - and properly disposed of by the camp Madams), or anything else that could be conceivably considered a weapon. Exceptions to this are your normal dominant paraphernalia of things like crops, whips, cats o' nine, quirts, etc. Basically, if you're going to use it to torture a whore, it's all good; if you are going to use it in a fight, it's bad.

Roles:
Clients:
These are the visitors who wish to use the whores and slaves to their whim. Some come with a rather mean streak, and really like to abuse the girls, others are more just for a quickie.

camp whores:
New girls who arrive, either through capture or purchase, are designated at camp whores. Usually - but not always - they are a bit rambunctious, having not fully accepted their fate. They think that at some time in the future they'll be able to go back to their previous life. They fight the advances of the clients, and usually have to be 'shown their place' as it were - sometimes rather harshly.

camp slaves:
These girls have accepted their fate, they are easier to get along with, and some actually seem to enjoy their new life. They are resigned to their fate, and do what they can to make the best of what they realize is the rest of their life.

trustees:
camp slaves who have a bit (or a lot) of switch in them. The are prisoners, just as the slaves and whores are, but have gained favor with the Madams of the camp, and are allowed a little more responsibility.

Whore Handlers:
These are the dominants of the camp. They keep the whores inline, train them, try to break their spirit to make them slaves. They train the slaves to be better slaves, and provide back up for the trustees.

Dogan Madame:
This role is reserved for myself and Irena Zenovka - the proprietors of Dogan - and the Bound Beauty sim.

You might see a few other, specialized tags around besides those listed above. Generally though, whores, slaves and trustees are available for use by clients.

The Zindra Experience

As you all know, I’ve never been against the forced march of all adult content to its own little ghetto reservation called Zindra (formerly ‘Ursula’). In fact, I actually like the idea. I like the idea that the bitchy whiney cunts and cockbites that moan and complain about how horrible it is for me to stick my fist in my slave’s pussy. I like, she likes, so the rest of them can just take a flying leap as far as I’m concerned. That being said, I also have made it clear that the move was going to be one giant clusterfuck. Which it is.

Here’s my story thus far. First, I should point out that the KB article in the SL support site (KB 4417) states the following (emphasis is mine):

What if the parcels with adult content are owned by a group?

A group owner should submit the ticket to migrate. The first request submitted from an Owner is the one we will honor.

If the group wants to request movement to a Private Region instead (and they own more than 16,384m^2), things get more complex, as Private Regions can only be owned by individual Residents. The request should come from the individual who is prepared to take on ownership of the Private Region (as well as responsibility for the set up fee, and monthly fees thereafter). They must have billing information on file.

Now, please note the part I bolded, which reads “A group owner should submit the ticket to migrate.” Well, I just happen to be a group owner of the Vampire’s group. The Vampire’s group holds almost 22K sq. meters in one region. It owns the land on which sits “Forced Herm Experiments”. If you know what FHE is about, then you know it is prime adult content. No way shape or form it can be construed otherwise.

Along comes 29 June, 2009. I’ve done my homework. I’ve scouted Zindra and picked out three places (as required) that I think would make a nice home for FHE. The ability to create the support ticket begins at 10 AM SLT. I begin at that time to fill out the ticket. I finish, and it is submitted at 10:15 AM.

Days go by, and nothing, the ticket is listed still as “new” which means nobody has even looked at it yet. Along comes 1 July, 2009, and I’m reading one of my fav SL blogs, Forceme Silverspar's Adventures in Second Life I love this lady’s blog. It is insightful, she calls ‘em as she sees ‘em. I don’t always agree with her opinions, but hey, not everybody can be as right as I am, can they? So anyway, I’m reading her blog, and she talks about submitting her ticket for moving to Zindra. She actually gets a response on the SAME DAY! It was denied, but she got a response. She reopened the ticket, and got her land the NEXT DAY, on 30 June. I read this on 1 July, and made a comment to her post about how I hadn’t heard jack squat from any lindens about my request.

Not 1 hour later, I get the following from Harmony Linden:

1/7/2009 5:30 PM PDT

CSRHarmony Linden
Hi there,

Thanks for submitting your migration ticket. Our team is committed to handling all Zindra move requests in the strict order in which they were filed. Due to incomplete ticket data, additional research, parcel preparation, and negotiation, some tickets are closing faster than their predecessors. However, assuming tickets have complete information, the parcel assignments will still respect the first-come, first-served order.

You can help us process your ticket faster by making sure we have all the information we need, including a clear description of the Adult content and where on your parcel we can find it (if it's not there now, you can add this information in the ticket comments). Make sure we have the SLURLs for your current parcels, and your requested parcels. If you're unsure of how to make a SLURL, see http://tr.im/qxMX

Remember, as we said here http://tr.im/qbHA , this first phase of migration is for *commercialized* Adult content: parcels that sell a product or service. To identify whether the product or service you provide is Adult, please see http://tr.im/qxMR

We received hundreds of tickets in the first hour alone and we are trying to make sure folks are as happy as possible, which takes time. Please be patient with us so that we can give you the best service possible!

So, it seems that at least one of the lindens takes an interest in Forceme’s blog. I re-read this a few times, and devised that they wanted an exact location for any adult content. Just giving them SLurls to the land is not enough it seems (the FHE facility is in a sky box) so I sent back the following:

2/7/2009 1:14 PM PDT Customer Posted a Comment CustomerDagnyT_Dagger Dagger

Ok, I included the SLurls for each parcel owned by Vampire's which overall make up the land (and prims) used by Forced Hermaphrodite Experiments (as well as the vendors which sell their goods at the facility). But I realize I did not include a SLurl to the exact location of the facility (where all the goodnes...erm...adult stuff happens) so here it is:

http://slurl.com/secondlife/Xentilx/251/221/801

Thanks!

Now I wait…and wait…and wait…until I get this little message:

3/7/2009 12:23 PM PDT

CSRHarmony Linden

Hi there,

Due to the overwhelming demand, we are pausing our processing of the Zindra migration tickets so that we can bring more land online. Please read https://blogs.secondlife.com/community/land/blog/2009/07/03/a-zindra-update-more-land-on-the-way for more information.

Thanks!

Seems, they had it all figured out that only 4% of the places would need to move. But things didn’t work out so well, so they had to make more land, and put all requests on hold until 8 July. In the meantime, I go and check out Zindra again, finding the parcels we liked already taken. So I comment the ticket, and add three new parcels:

5/7/2009 9:44 AM PDT Customer Posted a CustomerDagnyT_Dagger Dagger

If the previous locations are not available to us, I would like to add the following locations. They don't seem to be parceled, and one location is larger parcel that what we can have (21401 sq. meters available to the group - 21216 sq. meters actually in use right now)

http://slurl.com/secondlife/Fossil/178/215/23

http://slurl.com/secondlife/Packsaddle/206/86/24

http://slurl.com/secondlife/Kloimar/181/181/72

Thank you, I hope this will all be resolved soon, having everything in limbo is very hard for us. Not wanting to do anything until the move, add any vendors or equipment or anything like that.

And begins the waiting period again. Note, this was on 5 July, but I don’t expect anything at all before 8 July. The 8th comes and goes, as does the 9th, and the 10th, and all the way until FINALLY on 13 July I get this little gem:

13/7/2009 4:59 AM PDT Closed CSRFrontier Linden

Hello, Dagnyt:

Thanks for contacting us with your Zindra request. I've reviewed your account and see that you only have 512 sq m. This means you're ineligible to receive the requested 22,000 sq m on the Zindra continent.

Regards,

Frontier

Customer Service
Linden Lab

WTF? Closed? Because I don’t have enough land available to my account? This land is not for me, it is for the Vampire’s group (as explained in the original ticket – which, BTW, had a checkbox for “is this request for group land”. So I reopen the ticket immediately with the following comment:

13/7/2009 10:16 AM PDT Reopened CustomerDagnyT_Dagger Dagger This is for the group, not for me personally. The group has available all the land in question, and owns all the land we want to trade.

It is my understanding from everything the Lindens had said, that group requests will be honored.

I implore you to reconsider your decision, as the group has the land available. It was clearly stated in the request that this is for the Vampire's group - not for me personally.

Then, comes and goes two more days, and on 15 July we check our second set of land choices – you guessed it, gone. So we come up with three more, and I make the following comment on the ticket page:

15/7/2009 7:19 AM PDT Customer Posted a Comment CustomerDagnyT_Dagger Dagger Ok, we have yet NEW options for land on Zindra. Since it seems you all decide to pass us over, and otherwise ignore our request, and all six of the previous selections are now taken.

So here are our most recent requests:

http://slurl.com/secondlife/Lierminster/40/100/61 http://slurl.com/secondlife/Geomort/100/103/761 http://slurl.com/secondlife/Kloimar/181/181/72

I wish I had a more recognizable name, like Forceme Silverspar, with a super popular blog. She got her land the first day, and I never even got a response until I complained about the lack of contact in a comment on her blog. First come first serve my eye.

And this is for GROUP land, as stated in the original ticket..the VAMPIRE'S group. NOT ME PERSONALLY. I know I don't have enough land available to me to buy this much land but the GROUP DOES.

And yes, I'm getting a tad frustrated. I can honestly see us missing out because this Frontier guy doesn't understand that a group can own land. Then we get AR'ed and closed down cause we have adult stuff on our group land, and we can't afford to buy land on zindra after the landbots swoop it up and sell it at inflated prices.

As one might be able to devise, I’m a tad miffed at all of this. Was I surprised? Not in the least, miffed, but not surprised. Remember way back when I said this was going to be a clusterfuck? Yeah, tell me how wrong I was, please. Recognizable, high profile people get their land in a timely manner. The rest of us peons who have no name recognition get squat on. Though, to Frontier’s defense, he actually did respond to my reopening the case the next day:

16/7/2009 3:43 AM PDT Closed CSRFrontier Linden At this point, we need to hear directly from the founder of the group Vampire`s. Once we do, we'll be happy to further look into the Zindra relocation request for this group and communicate directly with the founder of Vampire`s.

Uhm…gee…why could they not have TOLD us the founder of the group would need to be the one to fill out the support ticket? Hmmm? It’s crap that’s why. This guy is either yanking my chain, or just making stuff up so he can appear to be closing tickets in a rapid manner. To which, I re-opened the ticket:

16/7/2009 7:15 AM PDT Reopened CustomerDagnyT_Dagger Dagger Here is a ticket opened by the founder of the group. I wish this would have been communicated in the rules originally, it would have saved us the almost week it is taking you and I to communicate through this system.

Ticket number from group founder: 4051-6549815

Now, the reason I didn't see any problem with MY submitting the ticket, was that in the rules, it said you all would accept the first ticket from a group owner that was submitted. This leads to the implication that any group owner had the ability to submit a ticket for the group - and actually have it considered.

anyway, that is the ticket number that the group founder opened several days ago, wondering if could get worked any quicker than the ticket I submitted.

And, by the way, I do appreciate the rather rapid response to the last comment. I hope and pray that a similar timely response can be received this time around.

Thank you.

See, I had to because there was NO OTHER WAY to contact this Frontier fellow. He won’t take support related notecards or IMs in world. So I had to reopen it, which I explained in the following comment I posted as a follow-up to reopening the case. I expect it to be closed, but I’m sure not for at least 3 or 4 days.

16/7/2009 7:18 AM PDT Customer Posted a Comment CustomerDagnyT_Dagger Dagger Also, I reopened this, solely so I can get you the ticket number, since your profile states clearly you do not want, and implies you will ignore, any support related issues in IMs or notecards. I had no other way to communicate this to you, since other than here, you appear to be unavailable.

Thanks again for the rapid response time to the new locations.

Now, the thing is, that I’m almost certain we will be left out of the migration, and will have a huge headache to make things keep working. We followed the rules, and did what they said to do, but we got shafted by not having the group FOUNDER make the ticket, not just a group OWNER as outlined in the instructions. Or, at least that is their excuse for denying the land this second time around. I can’t wait to see what the next excuse will be.

So here we are, two and a half weeks after the ticket is submitted, following their rules and instructions, and the days are quickly marching forward to the cut-off for moving content, and I really don’t see us any closer to getting our land, than we were two and a half weeks ago.

/me quietly steps off her soap box, takes out her quirt, and looks around for some poor hapless slut to use as a means for releasing her frustration with the Lindens

The Chain

Editors Note: This post was written by my fuck meat slave, recounting when it received its pierced nipples, and the chain that dangles between them. (you know, it’s great to have slaves to write your blog posts for you…YAY ME! – now, I only need to get a slave who will take pictures, as I get too wrapped up in what I’m doing and forget to most of the time. I apologize to you all, dear readers, and will make a better effort to adorn these posts with more graphical representations in the future.)

My life as house slave had become boring. Most of the time I was sitting around doing nothing, and there were no men who wanted to come and enjoy the services of a female sex slave. To encourage me and make me serve men better, Mistress Dagny promised me a wonderful golden nipple chain once I offered sexual services to at least five men and got a rating of at least 8 on a scale from 1-10 from them. After many weeks of learning to seduce men better and to attract them to come to the place where I "worked", the big day came and I looked forward to my reward.

 

After greeting Mistress and her slave demure, the Mistress asked "I suppose you know why I've called you here?" and I replied "This one thinks it might have to do with finishing the task you gave it, Mistress. I fucked six people actually, different men, and never got a rating below 9, Mistress." The Mistress smiled "Yes, it does. I gave you a goal, and a set of tasks, and you completed them all. So now is for your reward".

The Mistress then reached down with both hands, placing them on my shoulders, rubbing them down my arms, and back up. She then moved her hand beneath my shoulders, under my armpits, and gently lifted me to my feet. Wrapping her arm around my waist, her hand sliding across my naked slave flesh she guided me to the odd looking bench. I was blushing and shivering from anticipation as she turned my back to the bench, and gently pushed me down. I sat with my ass on a cushion and was pushed it back farther until I lay flat on a bench.

My moist dark nether lips touched the soft leather, staining it, and then I leant back, resting my back on the leather, my sex shamelessly exposed.  Mistress held my right leg steady, shackling it, then moved on to the left, running her fingers down the silky smooth skin from knee to the shackle. As the shackle closed, the 'click' sound it made snapping shut sounds somehow...final.

I gasped and trembled, locked tight onto the contraption while Miss N walked in and I whispered in greeting. Mistress just dragged her finger pads up my legs, up the inner thigh, and brushed them just beside my sex, teasingly - while I lay quivering, pushing my body against her fingers. She then moved further up my torso as she walked to my head, her nails gliding along the skin, over the curve of my breast, making sure that each nail flicked across the left nipple while I eagerly lifted my body towards her.

Mistress continued pulling her nails up my body, up the length of my neck, she circled around my lush lips, before walking off to the corner and greeting Miss N "You can watch N, just giving I here a piercing."".

Mistress then pulled back the metal cart, one wheel squeaking as it rolls, metal implements jingling and clanking softly as the wheels rolled over the uneven floor. Stopping the low cart just in front of  my head I turned my face towards the sounds of jiggling metal and scarping wheels. My eyes went wide looking at the implements: a bowl of ice cubes, a bottle of medicinal alcohol, a pile of cotton balls, a bowl of water, a pair of hooked needled nose pliers, several needles of various gauges, and a chain.

I lifted the head and asked "Is that what it takes to make a chain, Mistress?", taking a deep breath, my slave petals starting to quiver as I looked fearfully at the Mistress who pulled the cart along my side to giving me ample opportunity to see what it contained. She pulled a cube of ice from the bowl, and held it over my left nipple, letting a drop of ice cold water fall onto it "You thought, maybe it would be attached with super glue?"

Wincing I replied "slave just did not think about it and only had the great look in mind, Mistress", my left areola wrinkling and the nipple getting tight and erect, the drop of water pearling down my breast and the side of my body, leaving a trace of moisture behind.

Miss N stepped up, running her fingers teasingly over my labia "It will hurt quite a bit when the needle goes through your nipple slave I'm sure you'll love it....". As an answer I could only shake my head weakly "I is not used to pain anymore since Mistresses Sakkara and Ella left, Miss N - I is now learning to give pleasure"

Mistress other slave, demure, was just kneeling on the side ad let her eyes sweep over my inviting form all laid back and stretched out on the bench, the gleam from the trickling drop of ice water, chilly upon my hot body. Mistress lowered the ice cube to my nipple, moving it over and round it, pulling another cube with her left hand, she held it just millimeters above my soft lips, the cold wafting from the cube touching the lips and commented  "It's like riding a bike slave, you'll get used to it again", while Miss N flickered my  clit lightly and rhythmically with her fingernail "Tap.............tap.............tap............tap........."

I was quivering and pushed my sex up against Miss N's fingers as much as my strained position allows. My left nipple tightening even more into a pert little nub, I pushed out my tongue, licking it gently over the ice cube, then touching it with my lips in a soft kiss and finally sucking it eagerly until Mistress moved it further down my neck to my left nipple, joining the other cube there. She twisted the two cubes around the nipple, my areola becoming shiny as the ice melts.

Miss N smiled in the meantime and rubbed her latex covered fingers up and down my slit, getting them wet and slippery with the juices if my arousal, while I squirmed, moaning under Miss N's gentle touch and  gasping under the touch of the cold ice cubes melting on my left breast, the water pooling on my areola.

Mistress continued pinching the nipple between the two ice cubes. Pushing them together, and pulling them upwards, the nipple traveled a little with the ice cubes before sliding from between them, the ice clacking together. She pulled another ice cube from the bowl, and rolled it around my right nipple, pressing the nipple into the breast with the flat of the cube.

Miss N rubbed her now slick fingers in gentle circles around my pierced slave-bud, bumping and jiggling the piercing occasionally as she teased my dripping sex with her smooth, slick, fingers. My sopping slave pussy clenched around a hot empty love hole, while the nipples grew numbs, and I shivered from the cold, goose bumps showing up over my back and arms.

Mistress continued balancing the single ice cube on my right tit, just inside of the nipple, the water dripping down my breast, creating a river of ice water in my cleavage while she collected another ice cube, and provided similar treatment of the two cubes to my right nipple. Moaning softly my arousal grew as the nipples started hurting from the cold, my stomach quivering when icy cold water ran down into my belly button. My skin starts flushing red and my breathing became deeper and faster.

Mistress' eyes lit up with a mischievous twinkle, she took what remained of the four ice cubes, and lodges them between my collar and my neck, whereupon I gasped, jerking up my head, wriggling the chin but the ice cubes stayed stuck between the throat and collar.  Miss N used that time to push two fingers deep into my sopping slave sex, the slick latex sliding  in easily and I squeezes my pussy around her slick latex fingers.

Mistress in the meantime took both nipples between forefingers and thumbs, pinching and pulling on them, testing their coldness and firmness, My cold numb pert nipples barely react to the Mistress' grasp and pulls and I whispered hoarsely "They are quite numb, Mistress", while she turned to the cart, picking a cotton ball, and the bottle of alcohol, she uncapped the bottle, covered the small opening with a cotton swab, and tilted the bottle, wetting the cotton. She liberally applied the alcohol to each nipple, sterilizing my skin. Replacing both to the cart, she collected the chain, and I looked  it across my body, just below my breasts - taking the time to lay it out flat and neatly.

I looked at Mistress, my eyes following her motions as the smell of alcohol filled the room, mixing with my slutty musky aroma. My nipples grow even tighter, cooled further by the evaporating alcohol as the numbness from the ice slowly receded. My pussy contracted around Miss N's fingers while her thumb rubbed around my clitoris in a circular motion increasing my arousal,

Mistress turned back to the cart, replacing the cap on the alcohol so it does not evaporate too quickly, she picked up and examined several different gauges of needles, and chose the next to thickest needle to use. Holding the needle in her right hand, she picked the hooked needle nose pliers with her left. She paused, and lowered her face close to mine, placing a soft kiss on my lips, and whispered "This is going to hurt"

I trembled, eyeing the big needle, my breath very shallow but ragged the chain jiggling on my chest with every breath it takes. Looking with wide eyes at the Mistress' calm face I asked "is this slave allowed to climax if it hurt too much, Mistress?", then stopped talking and gasped under Miss N's lovely warm tongue. Seeing my clit harden, Miss N knelt down, replacing her teasing thumb with her tongue, flicking it in circles around my hardening slave-bud, and pumping her fingers in and out of my tight slave-hole.

While Miss N corkscrewed her fingers as she pumped them in and out of my slave folds, the slick latex sliding in and out easily, her tongue continuing to dance around my hard clit, while Mistress clamped the pliers around the top 1/3 of my left nipple. The striated gripping tongues of the pliers digging into the skin of my nipple, as she pinched my nipple tight, and pulled up on it, deforming the shape of my breast into a longish orb, the nipple stretched thin. "Yes, you may" she answered mu question, a warm smile crossing her lips.

I winced, seeing the sharp tongues grip my left nipple, my breast pulled away painfully and I opened my eyes and mouth wide, taking deep fast breaths, sweat forming on my forehead, my whole body quivering. Mistress pushed the needle against my taught nipple, testing the resistance a few times before drawing it back, and thrusting the thickish needle through the nipple. The needle seemed to catch and stop her movement partway through, and another efforted push was required before the needle emerges out the other side of the nipple, I winced, clenching my teeth as the needle poked against the skin, my stomach tightening, the ass clenching as I prepared for the pain. And then my face contorted when the needle pushed in and got stuck. I opened my mouth, crying "aaaaartgg" as it finally pushes through, and then I panted heavily, the nipple throbbing around the needle, a drop of blood emerging along the cold metal.

My pussy quivering around Miss N's fingers, my skin flushing from arousal, Mistress held the nipple tight with the pliers while she pulled the needle from it. Laying the needle between my breasts she grabbed one end of the chain, the last link is spread open, and wiggled and worked the link into the hole left by the needle. Two small trails of blood dripped from either side of the hole. She released the nipple from the pliers, and watched as the hole closed around the link while the nipple slowly regained most of its original shape.Using the pliers she closed the link of the chain.

Miss N looked up at my pain contorted face "Such a good girl - see, you didn't forget", and put her tongue back to work, darting around my hard clit like a snake, pushing and pulling her slick fingers in and, out, in and out, of my tight wet clenching pussy. I trembled and lifted my head, smiling at the sight of the chain being worked into my nipples. My love slit quivered, and I pushed my pussy harder against Miss N's ministrations, sighing as the Miss withdraws just before a climax, and I looked after her as she left for more important duties.

Mistress moved around the table, pinched the right nipple and took the top 1/3 with the pliers, squeezing tight she pulled up on that nipple, stretching it as she did the left "Well, you win some you lose some slave" she says apologetically as Miss N left. I nodded and then took a deep breath and closed my mouth, my chest heaving. My hands clenched into fists and I curled my toes, the body trembling from tension seeing Mistress pick up the needle from between my breasts. Examining it, noticing a bit of blood on it, she released the right nipple from the pliers, and took a moment to clean the needle with the alcohol and a cotton swab.

I relaxed, my hands unclenching and lifted my head higher, smelling alcohol once more as I looked at how Mistress reattached the pliers to the nipple, and pulled up on it. The areola shrinking as the nipple is pulled and elongated. She probed the nipple with the needle, and then shoved it through. Harder and faster than the left nipple, it goes through quickly and rather easily, poking out the other side, a thin smear of blood along the protruding shaft. I sucked in air pushing my chest out and up, the body trembled, my muscles tighten, my eyes locked onto the pliers like those of a mouse facing a snake, unable to turn my eyes away. Biting hard I kept my eyes open and focused, then gasped lightly when the needle went through fast, and the trembling slowly subsides.

Mistress pulled the needle out from my nipple, and tossed onto the cart where it bounced a few times with a metallic 'tick, tick, tick' sound before rolling to a stop against the lip of the cart, my eyes following its motion. demure grimaced at the clink of the metal, jolting her awake and she watched Mistress picked up the other end of the chain, and work the link through the fresh hole. My right nipple throbbed painfully, blood seeping slowly from the hole, and I winced, hands still clenched into fists while the ring was worked in with a little difficulty, missing the other side of the hole a few times before finally coming through.

Mistress finally released the pliers' grip on I nipple and set out immediately to close the loop of the open pink, securing it in place inside my nipple. I slowly relaxed, unclenching my fists and spread my lips into a soft smile. Lift the head up higher I could only sees two rings through my hurting throbbing nipples, the rest still hidden from my sight.

Mistress dropped the pliers onto the cart with a thud, and picked up the alcohol and cotton swabs, dabbing swabs wettened with alcohol on my nipples, pinching them in the swab to ensure good saturation. I gasped and tensed for a moment as the cold burning liquid is dabbed over my sore nipples, clenching ,y stomach and ass, the smell of alcohol permeating the room again more intensely.

Mistress then bent down, and retrieved from the bottom shelf, the shelf I could not see, a small gun shaped item, with a looped metal rod protruding from the end of it, and an electrical cord hanging from the pistol grip. In her other hand, a loop of soft wire, and a leather cloth, about an inch thick. demure's eyes widened spotting the two items, casting glances between the two, and I asked ""What ... is that, Mistress?"

While I looked fearfully at the device, Mistress just lifted up on the chain, and placed the thick leather cloth beneath it, pressing it against the red and sore left nipple. She turned the link through my nipple until the opening is farthest from the nipple, touched the looped wire to the inside of the link opening, and soldered closed the link with the solder gun. I was breathing easier, the rings only warming slightly.  This soldering procedure was repeated with the right nipple. She then returned the soldering tools on the cart, and looked at me, caressing my cheeks with her hand, smiling with love and pride:: "I'm so proud of you slave". It replied in a soft tired voice, my body still trembling and the skin flushed and shiny from sweat "This slave is so happy and proud to have the chain, Mistress, and to have earned it in such a lovely way!"

Mistress ignored my reply and just looked at demure "unshackle it demure". demure bowed her head, "As you wish, Mistress," moving closer to the metal device, resting a hand on my ankle before removing the shackle. She removed the rest in turn, then offered a hand to help me up. I stretched my legs and pulled the thighs closer, wincing and then gripping tight onto demure's hand, clenching the quivering fingers of my right hand about her wrist, while I wiped the sweat off my face with the left, and then rolled and rubbed my left wrist and both ankles.

Mistress embraced me in a warm hug, and I wrapped my arms around the Mistress' neck, holding her tight for a while, my sweaty red quivering slave skin pressed against her chest, and then slides down to my knees, the legs giving in and it whispers while looking up "Thank you - thank you - thank you, Mistress",

She then handed me a small white plastic bottle, and a bag of q-tips "Now, be sure to apply this twice a day, for one month, to avoid infection.", which I accepted, looking deep into her eyes.

Mistress put her finger through the large ring in the middle of the chain "This is so people can attach a leash to your chain, and lead you that way". Wanting the honor of being the first, she attached her leash to my new shiny chain "Let's go and show off your new chain slave", giving a small tug on the chain, knowing the pain it will feel through my sensitive nipples.

My trembling slowly stopped, my skin color slowly returning to normal and I smiled, replying "It will be proud, Mistress", before  cringing from pain and running after the Mistress. demure looked a bit relieved she didn't have to yank the newly placed chains to help me up.

Five days later the Mistress bought me from the dictator of the land, rescuing me just in time from a horrible death, and my life has been bliss ever since.

 

As always, comments an criticisms are more than welcome :)

SPCA Grand Opening

This Saturday, starting at 7 PM SL time, the Slave Protection Center of Adoption will be holding a grand opening party. The dancing starts at 8 – DJed by the incomparable Pantie “Giggles” Strangelove. All of you, dear readers (yes, BOTH of you) are of course invited and welcome to attend!

 

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                                                            The SPCA
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The Slave Protection Center of Adoption (SPCA) seeks to protect and promote the welfare of all slaves and submissives, alleviate the pain and suffering of any abused, neglected, mistreated or abandoned slaves. It provides a learning facility for people in the BDSM lifestyle to learn about the life, their limits and how to successfully enforce them. It also serves as an agency to help Dominant and submissive personalities find long lasting relationships.

SLAVE/SUBMISSIVE SHELTER
Here slaves and submissives will find a sanctuary, a place of respite and healing.  The center will not actively solicit those who need protection, but it will welcome those who come through its doors.

EDUCATION
The SPCA provides education in regards to role play, servitude (sexual and other types), SSC, BDSM, and other topics of interest.

SOCIAL ATMOSPHERE
We offer a safe and protected environment for abused and unowned slaves to meet, mingle and relax.  Come and sit by the fire, enjoy one of the available games, or relax on the deck.  The center is always open for your enjoyment.

KENNELING SERVICE
The center offers a kennel service for slaves whose owners need to have them cared for while they are away.  You will be able to be away and know yours is well looked after.

ROLEPLAY OPPORTUNITITES
Come here, and be yourself. Roleplay is fine, and supported, but not mandatory.  This is not a strict full time RP location, but free to indulge.

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                     THE SPCA AND THOSE WHO SUPPORT AND USE IT
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The Triumvirate:

This group of three are the head council for the SPCA. They create and clarify any rules. Decisions made by the Triumvirate are final.

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The Protectors:

Protectors act as guardians to all pets and protected. It is a high level of responsibility. Any pet or protected may call upon a protector at any time. They are our priority.

This group is by invitation only. To apply for this group, contact one of the Triumvirate (Taurmaries Chaffe, DagnyT Dagger, or Irena Zenovka).

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The Volunteers:

These are the helpers, either Dominants or submissives,  who help teach, offer advice, a shoulder to cry on, or any other talent they have to share.

To apply for this group, contact one of the Triumvirate (Taurmaries Chaffe, DagnyT Dagger, or Irena Zenovka).

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The Pets:
These are those slaves and submissives who choose to live at the center full time.

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The Protected Ones:
These are the slaves and submissives who come in to the center's care for a period of time. 

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LOCATION: SPCA Protection Shelter, Crystal (205,99.87)

Asian delight

It has occurred to me that while I have written about my slave meat, I haven't told the story of my Asian delight (the one who wrote the last article, about having fun with teddy bears). I met this girl on one of her first days in Second Life. She made the mistake (or good fortune, depending on how you want to look at it) of popping into the place I used to spend practically all my time. I was up in the mall, not doing anything really, just basically vegetating. There were a lot of times at that place where there was just nothing at all happening.

At these times, I'd go hang out in the mall. Catching n00bs as they spawned...erm...rezzed I guess is proper SL speak for that. She popped in and almost immediately my slut radar went crazy. I thought it was going to go into full slut meltdown. Bells were ringing, horns were blaring, lights flashing. It was like the red alert on Star Trek, but 12 times more so. I approached, introduced myself - and told her I loved her outfit. The only thing missing was a collar to hide her oddly long neck. I, of course, was talking about a house collar. I wasn't looking for another sub at the time. I had one, and it wasn't working out very well (we've since parted ways - I truly hope she finds happiness, but I realized she could not with me).

I teased her about putting a collar around her neck for probably a month or more. She quickly went through the tasks to become a 'certified' role player - and Mistress of the sim we played in. She was a well loved Mistress, taking boys, bois and girls alike and giving them a 'good' treatment - everyone I talked to really liked her a great deal.

Then the day came when the place conducted a "Dominant's Auction". Where Dominants would place themselves on the auction block, and subs/slaves would bid on them, so the slaves could get dominated by the Dominants (I know, it's kinda backwards but...whaccha gonna do?). Of course I put myself on the block. I thought 'hell, I could use an extra few lindens, so, why not'. So up on the block I went. The auction started out rather iffy - some problems with the block, and then some cunt who bid L$2 only. I was half hoping she'd in, because I would have skinned the bitch alive.  But it was not to be.

The bids soon started coming in. One of my trainees had given the auctioneer a fistful of money to bid on me since she was unable to attend the auction. Another began bidding against this silent bidder. I could not understand why. The guy was not human. He is some demon from some other dimension or some such, and is complete Dom as far as i could tell. I could not imagine what I could do to Domme this man. After the auction, I spoke with him, and was informed he actually purchased me to Domme another Mistress there. I was purchased for a three hour session.

Now, my Asian delight is...well...Asian - and as such her timezone is about 13 hours ahead of mine. So it took several weeks before we were able to actually get together. Once we did, I placed a collar on her neck, and got it all setup and locked it. I then went about stripping her. Oooh..and what a lovely sight that was. My knees became weak as she stood there in nothing but a collar, the chain leash attached to it, hanging between her naked breasts. I fondled my new toy for a bit before instructing her to kneel - which she did, although, I'm not sure if i detected a touch of reluctance in her actions, she is was after all, a Mistress.

I then took her on the leash, naked and crawling to the Suck Halls - a horrid n00b hangout where people go to use their expensive and vociferous prim add-ons. Our ears were filled with the pollution of all of these talking genitalia. I thought it would make a nice place for this 'Mistress' to be perfectly humiliated. She is, after all, and excellent role player - and a top class emoter. But here she was, dragged like a dog, naked into a free sex facility, and made to suck the cocks of anyone who wanted her to. Three hours of sucking cock, and being humiliated and her mind was pretty much turned to mush.

At the end of our time, back at the cabin, I took out the key to the collar I'd put on her neck, held it up in front of her face, and chucked it into the lake. "Nope" I said "I'm not letting you get away. I'm not unlocking the collar, and I'm not releasing you. I rather like you, you're mine now." And that was the end of the discussion. Still she remains on my chain. I suppose she is happy, she doesn't complain - but then, I'm happy with her, so whether or not she is happy, really, is immaterial.

I still chuckle when I think of the whole thing. Most slaves have to be either captured or purchased. For this one, I was paid L$7,200 to take her. And really, I’d have taken her for twice that in a heartbeat.

Visit to the Inspired Playground

*Editor’s Note: This post was written by one of my slaves…my Asian delight. We visited a place called Inspired Playground. The place is somewhat like a strange dream – or an acid trip – or an a strange dream after taking a hit of acid (not that I would know what it is like to drop a hit of acid mind you..just stories really ;) ).

Just A Walk In The Park

I was with Mistress back at the Inspired Playground, savoring every moment with her as always. She said that she wanted me to do something, which was to be captured by the cute teddy slaver.

So, after getting ready, and watching the teddy bear slaver come round the corner, I ran towards it, jumping at it with wide open arms…

Not Good Enough

… to fall flat on my face. Apparently, the RLV Relay in my collar wasn’t working. So Mistress passed me stand alone relay, which I attached, and waited. Who knew that to get captured, I had to ambush the slaver?

Our efforts paid off in the end, with the slaver capturing me, and got me into his small cage pull cart thingy and dragged me to a very non-descript grey building.

Revenge of the Teddys

So after being brought into the building, I was unceremoniously dumped out, and the only way for me to go is in, as the entrances were locked up tight. Upon entering, another teddy walked in, and as cute as that might sound, he was stern, and he told me that I could either slip on a collar, or he would force it on me.

Not having much of a choice, I slipped it on, and stood in front of the desk. The teddy was quick with his judgment; before I could even utter a word of defense, he considered me a nuisance and is done with the paperwork. Grabbing the chain attached to my collar, he roughly pulled me into the next room for an examination.

I was expecting to be checked everywhere, but not like how this teddy did it! He forcefully strips me and leads me over a platform, with a pole sticking out, and made me stand over it. The pole tip pressed against the opening of my sex, almost penetrating it as he grabs my mouth and checks it, forcing it’s furry arm in, causing me to gag a little.

After that ordeal was over, he chained me to the wall. No, not only my collar, but my arms and legs above my head, making me reveal my pussy and ass obscenely. It then sends it small arm into my pussy roughly before forcing it into my ass, brutalizing it as it searches for any hidden contraband.

I tried to relax, but my body naturally started to react to the pain and I got a stern warning. After what seemed like eternity, it was finally done, and lead me to a small cell and chained my collar in the wall, to await for another teddy that was to come in.

Exercise?

Soon, another came in, and told me I was out of shape for what was to be made of me, a slave. I wanted to protest, but decided against it as I knew that would only bring more trouble. So the teddy pulled me into a room filled with exercising equipment, and I was promptly chained to a treadmill. He then started it up, and I was forced to run, least I lag behind and loose my balance, which would choke me hard. He started insulting me, and started to increase the speed. I was desperate, as I tried to keep up, tears welling in my eyes as I know I will not be able to keep up with the intense speed for long.

Thankfully, He stopped it right before I loosed my balance, and brought me to a cycling machine. My legs, which were burning with the run, couldn’t take much more but I tried hard… who knew what else these teddies were capable of!

 

Right before I was about to pass out from exhaustion, the teddy told me to stop and dragged me off the machine and back out. By then, my legs were weak and wobbly, and towards the end, he literally had to drag me across the ground as they gave way.

So with that, I was let go, and Mistress came in to bring me out.

It was a very interesting experience, and as exhausted as I was with the training equipment, I was kind of hoping for a little more. Anyways, best wishes goes out to the creators of Inspired Playground, must have taken a long time to make that, and I now have a new view on teddy bears!

 

 

Return of the slave

The slave meat I had purchased several months ago had been gone for a time. It went on vacation (see how nice of an owner I am? I send my toys off for rest and recuperation once in a while). So last night, it returned to me. I came home, and found it kneeling there in the center of the house. It was naked. Its thighs spread wide in the traditional 'nadu' position, its palms turned upward, its back straight, its ass resting on its heels. My eyes followed the slaves curves and valleys, from its head, down around its large breasts, and flat stomach, coming to a stop at its sex. I took in a deep breath through my nose, relishing in the aroma that comes from my slave's arousal. It's almost always aroused when it kneels for service, its thighs spread wide, allowing me, and anyone else within is sight to view its private area. To see its state of arousal.

I walked up to it, and pulled from behind my back a blindfold. Squatting, I wrapped its head with the blindfold, adjusting and tightening it to make sure it could see nothing. It shivered as it looked up at me while I placed the blindfold over its gorgeous eyes, and secured it around its head. Left with only the memory of what I looked like, after having seen me only briefly, a few seconds really, after its long absence. I turned, and walked across the house, pulled back a curtain I had hung across an alcove to hide my new purchase. My purchase, was also covered with a tarp. I wasn't taking any chances that the fuck toy might accidentally see it. As I pulled the tarp off, you could hear small, metallic clanks and clicks as the metal pieces of the purchase moved, and collided with each other. Hearing the sounds, the slave titled its head, and moaned softly. Its world was all black. It sniffed the air, catching a faint whiff of my own scent.

I went back to my slave. Took it by the arm, and led it over to my new purchase. I guided its hand to touch the highly polished and extremely smooth metal base of my purchase. It crinkled its forehead with curiosity. I gently guided it further forward, into the center of my purchase, careful not to let it trip over my new equipment. I didn't want it scratched up before it was even a day old. I helped it to kneel again, and, pushed it forward, laying its breast and face onto the soft straw mats. I took each of its ankles, and bound them to metal shackles at either end of the device. Its legs now spread wide, its ass pointing up into the air. It was quivering from the excitement as I bound its ankles. I could smell its arousal. Looking between its legs, I could see its labia, thick and opened, and glistening with its nectar.

More clinking, and a ratcheting sound is heard as I pull down a bar, connected to a chain that disappears into the new furniture. I take its left wrist, and place it in a cool metal shackle, closing the band with a 'snick' as it latches. I repeat the procedure with its right wrist. Its arms are now spread as far apart as they can be, the bar connecting the wrist shackles laying across its back. It gasped, and squirmed, rolling its hips with its excitement and arousal.I could smell its scent even stronger than just a moment ago.

I stood and removed my gloves, dragging the soft thin material down my piece of slave meat's back, and over her ass. The gloves were followed quickly with my nails. Not digging them in, but more tickling its skin with the tips of them. It shivered, excited by the anticipation and lack of knowledge of what might happen next. I dragged the nail of my index finger between its ass cheeks, pausing to circles its tight little sphincter. It pushed its ass back, pressing the tight hole against my finger, wanting me to push into it. Wanting to feel the discomfort of its tight anal ring stretched and prodded dry. I didn't. I just tickled it a little before moving the finger on downward, and forward, sawing it between the thick, meaty, wet lips of its pussy.

Pushing my finger into its cunt, I teased it with a few quick jabs at it, before pulling out completely. I dragged my finger back up its ass cheek, smearing what slave juice was on it over my Nubian slave's dark skin. More of the clinking and ratcheting sounds filled the slave's ears as I pulled on another chain. I used the fingers on my free hand to spread its cheeks open, exposing completely its little brown eye. I moved the glimmering metal hook in close, and rested it against its puckered hole, then pushed the polished smooth metal into its body. The hook was polished smooth, soft and slick like glass. I didn't use any lube, and the slave's ass had not been used since before I sent it off for its relaxation, neither had its pussy for that matter.

My slave quivered as the metal hook slid into is anus, I saw goosebumps rising on its skin. Its breathing became labored as I pushed the hook deep into its ass. I gave it a few good tugs to ensure it was well seated and would not dislodge accidentally. "Oh Mistress...what slave would give to be able to see you," it whispered in a gasp.

I ignored it as I pushed a button. A small electronic hum vibrated through the device, and the ratcheting sound of the chains was audible as the chains attached to the anal hook, and the bar holding its arms apart, began to be sucked back into the furniture piece, raising my slave from the floor slowly. Upwards. Its arms bent back behind it in agony. Its ass raised into the air, the hook pulling in its tight sensitive ass, the cold metal cutting into the soft flesh. The chains shortened until the slave's feet was lifted from the floor, and it hung there in mid air, supported solely by the shackles on its wrists, and the hook in its ass. It threw its head back, quivering and squirming on the device, its tits hanging free. A cool breeze blowing over its tight, stiff nipples and its exposed soppingly wet sex.

I glided my fingertips along my flesh bag hanging there, naked, spread, suspended. I took a moment to insert two fingers into its dripping wet pussy teasingly. "Ohhh Mistress...that feels so good," it gasped as my fingers entered the warm, moist confines of its slave cunt.

I pulled my fingers out, and drug them along its smooth, soft dark flesh, leaving a trail of its nectar in their wake. Taking a position in front of the slave, I grabbed both its nipples, squeezed them, and pulled them down hard. The slave gasped. I leaned close to it. My hot breath on its hear, whispering "You've been gone a long time, slave, and have denied me much fun at the expense of your body."

"And slave has missed being at Mistress' mercy," it whispered breathlessly.

I chuckled, "There is a lot to make up for," I whispered, standing erect again as I released its nipples. I brought my right hand back, and threw it forward fast and hard, the flat of my hand stroking the slave's dangling tit squarely. The loud clapping sound reverberating of the walls of the confined alcove. It opened its mouth wide, trying to gasp, but no sound escaping as its dark tit swung, and began to redden from the slap.

Bringing back my left hand, I delivered a similar blow to its other breast, but this one harder than the last, lifting the slave's body a few milimeters. It bounced a little on the shackles and hook as it settled back down into place. It gasped again, gritting its teeth. I guess it was determined to try and deny me the lovely song of its screams.

"I'm pretty sure you want to be able to see...as much as you can anyway" I said as I removed its blindfold, return it it, the sight I had taken away minutes ago.

It moaned from the excitement. Its labia dripping with its juices from arousal as it hung there, in agony, exposed, open and spread. Its head slowly raised as I removed its blindfold, looking up into my face, a smile spread across its own face, "slave is so happy to be back, Mistress", it said as I lifted its chin a little more with my fingers, leaned in and kissed its full lush lips softly. "anything Mistress does today, will only increase slave's arousal," it added as our lips touched.

I smiled, and hummed as I broke the kiss, and began again to walk around the slave's suspended body, dragging my nails down its flesh. "I've missed the touch of your soft body, mine" I said. It struggled, and turned its head, trying to keep me in its sight, but soon gave up, and let its head hang down, watching my legs as I stood behind it. I moved my palm over the roundness of its ass, slapping its left cheek, and holding my hand there, digging my fingers into its meaty cheek, kneading the flesh. My right hand moved between its legs, the fingers moving back and forth up and down along its slit.

I drove two fingers into its sopping cunt. "Ohhh yess, Mistress" it cried out, its pussy clamping around my fingers. I moved the fingers deep, pulling them almost out, and pushed them back in, a third finger joining the first two. It rolled its hips as much as the restraints would allow, its pussy spasming around my fingers. I pushed the three deep into the dark recesses of its dark body, and spread them apart, moving, feeling, touching its insides.

I fucked the cunt with my three fingers, listening to the sounds of arousal escaping its mouth, along with the soft, wet squishy noises emanating from the pussy. Its aroma rose on the air and filled my nostrils. I sighed lustfully as I felt my own sex clench, dampening my panties as I slapped its ass again, causing it to jiggle on the hook.

"Ohhh yesss...Mistress...slave has missed you sooo much, Mistress" It exclaimed just before I slapped it, eliciting a loud gasp.

I added my pinky finger into the mix of fingers fucking the slave's cunt. Pushing them in as far as I could get them - until my knuckles ground against its pelvic bone. It shuddered. It groaned. It clenched its teeth and closed its eyes tight. I could tell it was fighting to control a building orgasm, but I did not let up my assault. I slapped its ass hard again, and pounded its pussy with my fingers.

"May slave climax, Mistress?" it asked, its voice a trembling whisper, its pussy spasming around my fingers.

I crouched low, slowly pulled my fingers from its sopping pussy, leaning forward, I utter "no" as my tongue contacts its pussy, and drags along its slit. Finding its clit, I flick the nub with my tongue a few times before clamping my lips around it, and suckling hard on it.

"Please, Mistress..." it gasped. It was quivering now, panting, and sweat was dotting its forehead, Please, Mistress..." it begged again.

I turned my head from side to side, murmuring "nuh uh" without removing my lips from its button. I inserted my thumb into its hole, pressing it down, against its wall.

"Please...." it whispered in an almost whining beg. It was quivering good now. Right on the verge. Ready to climax. I touched my teeth to its clit, biting down and dragging them along the nub until my head pulled back far enough that it fell free of my grasp.

"No means no, pet" I said pulling my thumb out, and slapping its ass again hard. I made a cone of the fingers of my right hand. The index and pinky fingers placed on the underside of the ring and middle fingers. My thumb pressed against the palm of my hand. I had just begun to insert the fingers into its cunt again when I felt it spasm hard. And then again, and again. It was climaxing...after I'd told it not to.

"NOOOoooooo" it wailed as its body betrayed it. Climaxing with out permission.

I grabbed hold of the hook in its ass, and gave it a good solid yank. "I told you NO you stupid little slut..." I yanked the hook again "...can you not follow simple orders?" I asked, yanking the hook a third time.

"Please..." it whispered, dread was evident on its voice "..forgive the slave..." It cringed with the pain of my jerking the hook "slave is sorry...Mistress..." it stammered, tears beginning to track down its cheeks

I slapped its ass again, and resumed pushing my fingers into its pussy. I was moving them in more harshly now, somewhat ticked that it had so blatantly disobeyed me. I twisted my hand in its pussy, the knuckles of my fingers and thumb ground painfully against its bone, working my fingers in a little deeper with each twist. It dropped its head in shame as its climax subsided, gasping and moaning as I widened its pussy with my hand.

I reached around its leg, and grabbed its left tit. Clamping my hand around it, my fingers and nails digging into its flesh. Digging in hard enough to break one of my nails. I yanked on the tit as I grunted and forced my hand inside its body, wincing with the pain in my thumb as it ground past my slave's pelvic bone, pushing forward into the slimy wetness of my slave's womb.

The slave threw its head back in agony as I plunged my fist into its pussy. I slowly pulled my arm back, and pushed it forward again, slowly, driving my fist deeper into my Nubian's body. I splayed my fingers wide as I pull my hand back, pressing them along the thin membrane separating her love canal, from her anal cavity. I pushed my fingers hard against it, until I just feel the hardness of the hook. The slave meat on a hook trembled, sweat dripping from its dark body as it squirmed in agony with pain washing through its body - its face distorted.

I pulled back and closed my fist again, and shoved it inside the Nubian's body, burying 1/2 my forearm. I let out a gasp as I felt my knees become a little rubbery with the arousal I was feeling at this slave's expense. It opened its mouth, and screamed in agony, tears running down its face as it threw its head from side to side, squirming in the cuffs. I gasped again, shuddering, my pussy contracting at the lovely song of my piece of slave meat's screams. I pushed in farther, my free hand reaching forward and grabbing its collar. I yanked back on the collar as I forced my arm deeper into its orifice.

It screamed again, louder this time. The agony in its cunt becoming unbearable. Its whole body shook from the pain. It squirmed and pulls hard, the metal shackles cut into its flesh, and warm blood ran down it arms and ankles - with the slave barely registering it from the pain it its pussy. "You wanna cum now...hmmm?" I asked "You fucking whore that can't follow a simple damned instruction...YOU WANT TO?!" I pulled my arm back out, to the wrist, and drove it inside the dark body again, fast, pumping my fist in and out of its body forcefully. I could feel my climax building with each thrust of my fist, and each cry of agony it released. It hung is head down, sobbing and crying. The room had started to spin and blur for it. The pain of its ordeal almost too much for it to bear and remain conscious.

"Mmmh...gawd....YESSSS" I exclaimed as my climax began, encouraged by the slave's screams, tears and finally, its withdrawal, giving in to the darkness the pain wanted to bring to it. I orgasmed hard, my knees almost giving out as I shoved my hand into its cunt up to my elbow and held it there. As my orgasm subsided, I slowly pulled my arm out of the tight, hot hole. Making a cone of my fingers in much the same manner as I did going into it. I twisted and cajoled my hand out of the dark meat's dark hole with a loud slurping sound, followed by the sound of air escaping, and flapping its meaty lips.

It hung there as I recovered from my orgasm. Trembling, tears flowing freely from the slave's eyes, sobbing in the shackles. The hook buried deep inside its sore bleeding ass. Red warm blood also flowing from the cuts made by the steel shackles on its wrists and ankles. I walked around to the front of the slave, stepped out of my soiled panties, "clean them" I ordered, holding them to her lips.

It struggled to lean forward, extending its tongue and began to lick my panties. A smile spreading across its pained, tear streaked face at the taste of my juices. It strained forward more, and bit down on the panties and pulled back, taking them with her, working her mouth to get more of them in. I stood there watching it. My own labia swollen and glistening. I used my finger, and moved a sweat plastered lock of hair from my toy's beautiful face.

I pushed the button. The electric hum and ratcheting of chains came to life again as the slave was lowered back to the floor. I freed its wrists from the shackles, inspecting them to ensure it did not have any wounds that required immediate attention. Satisfied that the wounds were superficial, I took the shackles from its ankles. Leaving the anal hook for last. I removed that slowly, almost tenderly, wiping what blood there was on its skin before taking its collar in my hands again, and helping to its formal, kneeling position.

The Latest Acquisition

It was a hot day, I had just the hint of perspiration on my forehead as I walked across the barren sand towards Ma’am, the bank draft in my hands. “Ma’am,” I said, “just the person I was hoping to see.”

“You are happy to se me?” asked Ma’am, “why so?”

I handed her the bank draft, confirming a transfer of funds; “Well, I’m always happy to see you, but I have this for you, to confirm the transfer of funds as discussed.”

By now the people around had started paying attention. A quiet hush fell over the common gathering area, where people sit, and talk and decide what they want to do with which slave that day. People and slaves leaned in, listening, as the Ma’am unfolded the paper and read it carefully. “Ah, yes, I recall. We spoke about it. So you really paid the agreed amount.” She said, more of a statement than a surprise, as if for some reason, she thought either I could not acquire the funds, or I would have second thoughts.

“Of course, and I still believe I got the better end of the deal” I replied, looking over to the slave I had grown so fond of these past few months, as it kneeled there in the sand, its arms behind its back, its legs spread wide, the slave petals glistening in the sun from its near constant state of arousal.

Ma’am held the paper to the light, checking for proper watermarks. “I hope you did not fake the wire transfer,” she said smiling innocently “but I think, guess, hope – I can trust here – if not, I will reclaim the goods.”

I blinked, and tried to look aghast; “Fake it? I’m almost offended at the thought.”

“Aren’t there bankers around that can check for the validity – it is a large sum, Ma’am, whatever it maybe for.” the slave had injected itself into the conversation. We continued on, ignoring it, as if it had not spoken.

“Yes,” Ma’am said, “I would be too, but aren’t we where we are because we know who we are?” She asked.

Even though we had the rapt attention of the entire crowd, the slave did not falter on its greetings to Mistresses, Masters and others who were arriving. I chuckled, “true Ma’am, very true” I responded.

One of Ma’am’s personals craned her neck around Ma’am to catch a look at the paper, and muttered something, I could not understand it, nor could I tell if it was impressed with the sum, or nonchalant about it.

“However,” she continued, “you know this item has some marks, some scratches and so on? You buy this item as seen.” More people are gathering around the transaction, curious to know what is going on. “…and I do not want to mention the, well, uhm, mileage.”

“I understand completely, nothing a little plastic surgery cannot fix.” I said, catching the slave from the corner of my eye, kneeling, quivering slightly in the sand. So full of lust, always so ready to please.

“Well, so be it, but again, here all of you can witness it, a refund is not an option.” Ma’am said as if it were the final word on anything and everything. “girls” she said addressing her personal slaves “you are my witnesses. I told her.” The statement was followed by a round of “yes Ma’am” from her girls.

The slave, who is kept next to a post, near the center of the gathering area, attached by a chain from its clit ring to the post – scooted as close to the conversation as the chain would allow, wincing a little as the chain pulled on its clit ring.

“Don’t worry, I won’t be seeking a refund,” I said.

One of Ma’ams slave girls piped up “you gave her plenty of warning.”

“Has there been a test drive, I hope?” another of Ma’ams girls asked.

“What it cannot do now, it can be trained to do.” I said with confidence, “I’ve seen its ability to learn.”

At this, Ma’am smiled and opened her pouch, she took out a set of keys on a ring, selected one key from the rest and handed them to me, “here, this should be the one for the collar, the others are for the cuffs and what not”

I took the keys, and bounced them in my hands a few times, smiling “thank you.” I said with a little nod.

Ma’am smiled at me, then looked to the slave chained to the post “well, I just sold you.”

One of the other Mistresses there smiled and nodded “yes, it does learn well…sometimes that is.”

“Say hello to your new owner” Ma’am said, addressing the slave – “Mistress Dagger that is.”

The slave blushed, and looked almost hurt “you sold this slave, Ma’am? To Mistress Dagger?” It asked “the slave hopes it did not displease you, Ma’am.”

“Mhm…you know how that is, we all have to earn a living, and food costs, expenses etc. The curse of capitalism, and theses bankers…” her voice trailed off before she went into another tirade against bankers, and capitalism in general.

One of the visiting slaves giggled, covering her mouth “oooh, it was the slave being sold!” she exclaimed.

The slave, my new property, smiled up at me, its face alight with joy, and shuffled closer, wrapping its arms around my legs.

“I wish you both a prosperous future,” Ma’am said.

“Thank you again Ma’am,” I said, running my fingers through my property’s hair, “for such a great deal.” The slave at my feet, leaned down and began kissing my sandy toes, tears streaming down its face.

“So, the slave will leave the Den?” One of the Mistresses asked. “Congratulations Dags!” exclaimed another, clapping with excitement.

“So, if you want, you can rent of course a slave kennel, if it needs a rug to sleep on.” Ma’am said grinning as the slave scooted away from my feet, towards Ma’ams feet, and kissed each of her feet, before returning to its new owner.

“Thank you, Ma’am, but I have a house.”

With that, on 29 April, I acquired my latest piece of property. The slave had caught my eye some months before. A near perfect specimen. It had a body that seemed to be built for sexual slavery.

We had not discussed my owning it, except once, shortly after I came across it. At that time, I had told it I would not own it. That I would not claim it as mine. As they say, the best laid plans of mice and men…. It did not know I was going to take it as my own. it did not know I had worked out with the owner of the sim to claim it as mine. It was sold to me, so much like the piece of slave meat property that it is. I own it, its body, its mind, its soul…its future. All of these things belong to me. They exist for my enjoyment. For my pleasure.