The Depths of Paranoia

** Edited on 09 May, 2009:

The owner of the place contacted me, she was naturally not very happy, but did point out some facts that I had not gotten quite right. And I do want to be factual, so I've added the edits in here, italicized **

I once saw a bumper sticker which read "I may be paranoid, but that doesn't mean they aren't out to get me." Paranoia, is an odd thing. Dictionary.com says paranoia is "..systematized delusions and the projection of personal conflicts, which are ascribed to the supposed hostility of others, sometimes progressing to disturbances of consciousness and aggressive acts believed to be performed in self-defense or as a mission." Another definition it offers is "... characterized by delusions of persecution, with or without grandeur, often strenuously defended with apparent logic and reason."

I know what you're thinking about now. What the hell does have to do with sex in second life? Well,....nothing really, but I do have a few things to get off my chest. Some observations if you will - as well as concern for certain people in the orbit of on paranoid person, who not only wields power of her own islands, but has managed to brainwash some very nice girls into thinking she is as close to a goddess as one can get.

As you know, I don't mention names in this blog - and I'm not going to start naming names now. Those of you who know me, and know this person, will know exactly what and who I'm talking about. The rest, well, does it matter really? I mean, if you have no contact with any of us, then what's the point of knowing who we are anyway? That being said, I will map out some nicknames here, to keep everyone straight. The paranoid delusional person, I'll call "Stalin" ( cause-really, that's how she acts...and I'm not exaggerating here). I'm going to call the slave I have that was involved in part of this story "meat" (because...mmmhhhh...what a beautiful piece of slave meat she is...yummy!). I'll make up the rest as I go along.

Now, I've been told my many...MANY people that Stalin is not a nice person. That she is vindictive and that she quite possibly suffers from one or more mental illnesses. These people, I have always ignored. I had not seen anything in her that was like that. I quite liked her. I have known her for nearly 1 1/2 years. Sure, at times she was short of temper, but I mean, who isn't? Other times, she seemed to have enough patience to make the Pope blush.

But about 2 or so months ago, I felt something changing in the atmosphere of the kidnap, rape, slavery sim where I used to hang out and where I was a slave trainer. I really noticed it, when Stalin took a girl prisoner for wearing shoes shooting arrows at her, and while interrogating her, pulled out several teeth, and most of her fingernails. That seemed a bit brutal for Stalin - who has always maintained she did not like or participate in blood sports. Her RP only got darker and darker from there. I could almost see the waves of wrath and irritation coming off her avatar. The people would quit talking around her. She was running around, breaking her own rules and her own limits. Any question put to her was met with replies full of vinegar.

Then came the "Good Friday Affair" as it has come to be called. A decisive turning point for me, my slave meat, and our future at the sim we had loved, and gave our time talents and effort to freely. For those of you who do not know, Good Friday is the Friday before Easter Sunday. It is the day - to those of the Christian faith - when Jesus of Nazareth was nailed to a cross, and killed. Now, meat used to teach a class at this sim. It was an introduction class - explaining what kind of role play goes one there. Assuring everyone that everything at the place is consensual and that Stalin and all the safe practiced SSC. She would tell them what a great place it was, where even new people were welcomed. Part of her class went over some rules. One rule is, there is no OOC (out of character) below 400 meters. It is a full-time role play sim, and people on the ground are expected to be in character at all times. Another rule is that above 400 meters is OOC only (i.e. no IC above 400 meters). 400 meters being the magic number, as that is where the floor of the mall and landing point is.

During much of the class, Stalin and her minions - one of whom I'll call "princess" cause, that's what she is; though she'll argue she isn't - were talking loudly, and generally interrupting and being a nuisance at the class and making it difficult to teach. It should be noted, that Stalin has been known to eject people who behave this way in other classes. After the class, Stalin entered into an IC game with meat. It should also be noted, the classroom where classes are held are above 400 meters, which means the classroom is OOC - and not IC (since there is no IC above 400 meters). Now, meat, being the nigh perfect slave it is, politely informs Stalin that it has to leave SL soon, and does not have time for a role play scene. Stalin ignores this completely (against exactly what she has preached since I've known her - which is that an OOC "NO" means "NO" and nothing else). Stalin says she will put meat on the cross, where she expected meat to remain during the next class being taught by another person. Please note, again, that meat stated she had to leave second life - which was ignored, and it seems that Stalin expected meat to forgo whatever it was she had to do in real life - and remain on the cross. One of the bystanders asks Stalin "In Good Friday style?" to which Stalin said "yes, exactly."

Now, getting back to Good Friday, the day Jesus was killed. It is not an unreasonable leap to say "they want to crucify me and kill me." Cornered, and threatened with death, meat drew a dagger, and said she wanted to just talk calmly with Stalin. Princess and the other minions around - two that I know of I'll call puta and fairy - drew weapons. Stalin threatened to kill meat again "you are dead" followed by "and no...i am not kidding". It was at this point that meat responded that that she would take Stalin down with her.

Now, lets take a step back here and examine the situation. It's pretty tense. Stalin, by the way, has been role playing being pregnant with twins. So here we are, with a pregnant Stalin with a dagger to her throat. The dagger held by a naked, cornered and scared slave who is woefully outnumbered for any battle. meat stands alone against Stalin and her lackeys. Asking just to talk, to work things out. Seems pretty tense. But let us not forget here, dear readers, that is is all happening in Second Life. A virtual world. It is entirely probable, that Stalin is not pregnant in real life (though, she could be, but that is really neither here nor there). It is entirely probable that meat is not holding a dagger in real life - and even if she is, the chances of her actually being in a position to use it on Stalin is ridiculously absurd. Double so because meat lives 1/2 a world away from Stalin. So, lets keep this in mind while we go through this..mmmkay?

Stalin tells meat to drop the knife, or "you are dead...and no...I'm not joking". meat drops the knife. Stalin then ejects and bans her. Now, mind you still, all of this occurred in an area that is decried by the rules as an "out of character" area. Stalin then rants for a few hours about what a sicko meat is for attacking a pregnant woman. Huh? The way I read it, meat was attacked at the bequest of Stalin, and was defending herself. Maybe I'm wrong, maybe I misread the chat logs (which, btw, I'm including at the bottom of this, properly redacted to remove actual names).

So there we are. My slave is banned for reacting to an IC death threat, in an area that is OOC, after she tried to say in OOC that she did not have time to role play. This, mind you is in a sim where snuff, dolcett and death are not allowed to be role played.

So there we are. My slave is ejected from being a house slave, for reacting to an IC death threat, in and area that is OOC, after she tried to say in OOC that she did not have time to role play. This, mind you is in a sim where snuff, dolcett and death are not allowed to be role played. Later that night, she was banned because she answered questions in IMs - the one that was presented as an example, was an IM actually started by one of Stalin's personal slaves - but really that is neither here nor there. Stalin did remove the ban on Easter Sunday (kind of ironic,....huh? Banned on Good Friday - and resurrected on Easter Sunday). She has since been banned again - at the same time as I was.

As you might imagine, I was not very happy with the whole ordeal. Sure, things could have been done differently by meat, sure she could have just teleported out (though, to be honest, that probably would have landed her in the same situation - ejected from the groups and banned). Stalin was furious that I would even infer that perhaps she went a little far with the role play - and OOC consequences for an IC role play gone bad. The way I look at it is this. A slave got the better of Stalin in a role play scene. Stalin could see no way out of it for herself, so instead, she ejects and bans the slave. One rule it seems one should remember if they are going to be playing there: "Do not put the owner of the place in an untenable situation in a role play, because she will take her ball and go home."

Now, this is just how full of herself Stalin can be. After the Good Friday Affair, I asked another trainer to monitor my trainees there, because I was going to need time with meat to calm her down, and get her mind set right again. This seemed very reasonable - at least to me. But did that make sense to Stalin? Of course not, not in the least. She fires off some very angry IMs to me, but finally admits she "will let me have the time off." Uhm...excuse me? She'll LET me have the time off? Or what? It isn't like I was getting paid - so even if Stalin promised to quadruple my salary....4 x 0 is still 0.

That was pretty much the end for me. I had quit in all manners except leaving the groups. Recently, an avatar - newly created just that day - showed up at the sim, in the main gathering area, slandering Stalin, the house slaves and the place in general. Stalin got it into her head that the avatar was me, so she banned me, without a word, in the wee small hours of the morning. Stalin, and I'm jumping to assumptions here, is obviously projecting. For some reason, she thinks I care enough about her or that place to be petty enough to actually go through the trouble of making a new avatar and slandering her. I was informed by the sim owner, that she is not the one that banned us, but it was someone else to whom she gave authority. I did not ask who it was, because quite frankly, I don't really care.

The thing is this. When I started writing this, I really disliked Stalin. I thought she was being petty and judgemental. But as I am finishing up here, I have found that I don't dislike her. No. What I feel for her is pity. I cannot imagine what it must be like to live day to day looking at life with such suspicion. No wonder she behaves the way she does. To look at everyone and everything with such suspicion...it must be a horrible existance. I hope she can find help. I hope she can figure out how to live life to its fullest, without such dark thoughts that everyone is in someway out to get her. In addition, I pity those close to her.

I have been told, that over this past weekend, 115 names have been added to the sim's ban list. 115 names. When I heard that, my first thought was of Pinochet and "the disappeared" as they call the people who simply vanished during his regime. It really is sad, there are some good people there. I have been informed this is not true. I'm going on what the owner tells me, because frankly, there is no way to verify this one way or the other.


From the "The Sim Rules" notecard dated 26 December, 2008 (the most recent as of this incident - though I don't believe they have been changed since then either - emphasis is mine.)

10.There is no OOC Area below 400 meters height. The entire ground level is IC, all above 400 meter is OOC.

** Edit 09 May, 2009 - because it was pointed out I missed a few names while redacting **

[15:14] meat: Have fun and enjoy yourself at the the sim. I will be around a bit longer to answer any question you might have.

[15:15] Stalin: how much is the tent there?

[15:15] meat facepalms and can't help breaking out laughing at all the things Ma'am and princess whisper to her

[15:15] Princess grinz

[15:15] meat: 100 L$, Ma'am - but we'll make a special price of 200 for you

[15:16] Stalin: then i wont take it

[15:16] Innocent Bystander looks at the tent and looks thoughtful.

[15:16] Princess waddles up on stage, preparing to arrest meat

[15:16] meat looks to the Misses and girls at the front, ignoring Ma'am "any questions?"

[15:16] meat: princess , what are you doing on the stage?

[15:16] Innocent Bystander: Thanks for the class.

[15:17] meat: Innocent Bystander, I need your help here it seems

[15:17] Princess: I believe I need to arrest you for Overcharging of Tents

[15:17] Stalin: if you have no questions, say thank you to your instructor, you might not see her for a while - since she is getting arrested now

[15:17] Innocent Bystander: (( I thought it's OOC above 400m ))

[15:17] Innocent Bystander: (( It's outside of your RP jurisdiction *grins* ))

[15:17] witness 1: Thank you! *smiles*

[15:17] The puta: OOC is allowed above 400m

[15:17] The puta: but that won't keep you out of prison

[15:17] witness 2: Thank you meat

[15:17] meat: (( it is no OOC below 400, but IC allowed up here ))

[15:17] trainee c: thanks sis

[15:17] Stalin grins

[15:18] slave 1 smiles and claps "Great class meat, hope you make the next one. Thank you sis!"

[15:18] Fairy: loops holes loopholes

[15:18] meat: Why overcharge if all goes to Ma'am anyway, princess

[15:18] Stalin: Innocent Bystander, pick your side

[15:18] Princess: Arguing With princesss is 30 years, meat

[15:18] Innocent Bystander frowns, wishing she would miss the bondage at the other side of the grid.

[15:18] The puta: choose wisely

[15:18] Innocent Bystander: +not

[15:18] Stalin: meat, do not struggle

[15:19] Stalin: you were trying to overcharge me with the dress,errm, tent

[15:19] Innocent Bystander: Does she have the right to appeal?

[15:19] Stalin: rights?, pfff

[15:19] Princess: yes, on Sundays at 2 PM, that is time for appeals

[15:19] Fairy: well she is already appealing

[15:19] The puta: but she has no rights left

[15:19] Fairy: i thought that it was last Sunday for this month, Ma'am was I mistaken?

[15:19] meat: Who sets the prices for tents, Ma'am?

[15:20] Stalin: uhm, does this month have sundays at all?

[15:20] Fairy: only one

[15:20] Stalin: you tried to do, meat

[15:20] Fairy: last week

[15:20] Princess: The courts are closed on Sundays anyway

[15:20] Stalin: ah, yes, and anyway, we will jsut make up our own calender

[15:20] Fairy: as well as every other day

[15:20] Stalin: give me an hour

[15:20] Stalin: then no sundays anymore

[15:20] Princess grinz

[15:20] Fairy: smiles

[15:20] The puta: perhaps we should change it to "slutday"

[15:20] Fairy: coghs

[15:20] Stalin: much better, puta

[15:20] Princess: I like that

[15:20] Fairy: coughs

[15:21] The puta: in fact

[15:21] Fairy: every day is slut day now

[15:21] The puta: every day can be a slut day

[15:21] Fairy: lol

[15:21] Fairy: jinx

[15:21] Stalin: jinx

[15:21] Fairy: lolol

[15:21] Stalin: so, meat, and now?

[15:21] The puta: and it isn't even about me :)) we're all sluts after all

[15:21] Stalin: what do we do with you?

[15:21] Fairy: but you are the head slut

[15:21] Princess is a slut

[15:21] Princess: wait

[15:21] Princess is a virgin

[15:21] meat: Doesn't Ma'am think that 100 L$ is undercharging?

[15:21] The puta: i give head but i am not in head of anything

[15:21] Fairy chokes

[15:22] Fairy: of the sluts...yepper

[15:22] meat: We should arrest Ma'am for unfair competition - 100 L$ for a tent that's worth 400 L$

[15:22] Stalin: well, meat, you said you want to charge 200 L$ instead of the regular 100L$

[15:22] Stalin: and see, you now even try to start a revolution

[15:22] The puta: what was that meat?

[15:22] Princess: 200L, 400L...

[15:23] The puta checks her ears thinking she 'must' have been hearing things

[15:23] Stalin: ok, disarm her

[15:23] Innocent Bystander laughs, listening to the accusations.

[15:23] Stalin: stripping can be missed

[15:23] meat: Yes, if a slave has to spend 400 L$ to get a bow to defend Ma'am, the slave has to recoup the money somehow, Ma'am

[15:23] Stalin: and then tie her up at the gatherign spot

[15:23] Innocent Bystander: This slave is helping you earn a better profit and you want to arrest her, Ma'am?

[15:23] Fairy: yep too late for that

[15:23] The puta: you want to hand over that bow voluntarily meat?

[15:23] Stalin: and arrest Innocent Bystander too, for supporting the revolutionist

[15:23] meat: Just after buying it for so much money, puta?

[15:24] Princess: ack, Mistress Dagny is going to be pissed that we are arresting all of her slaves

[15:24] The puta: so then you are planning to resist?

[15:24] Innocent Bystander: Sure you jest, Ma'am.

[15:24] meat: She will be - she had real plans for tonight for us

[15:24] Stalin: jest is?

[15:24] The puta: (joke)

[15:24] Fairy: joke

[15:24] Stalin: ah, ok, no i do not, and if Dagny complains, well, we will arrest her too

[15:25] Princess: we need a bigger jail, Ma'am

[15:25] Princess: perhaps we can start jailing people in the tent

[15:25] Innocent Bystander: Oh, it could get quite heated sharing one cell

[15:25] meat hands the bow to puta

[15:25] Stalin: well, we do it differently

[15:25] Stalin: puta, get some crosses here

[15:25] meat: (( I need to go to rl in 15 minutes ))

[15:25] Stalin: we strap these two revolutionists on crosses on stage

[15:25] The puta takes the bow and tossses it over her shoulder

[15:26] meat: During the next class?

[15:26] Stalin: yes

[15:26] Innocent Bystander: A celebration in Good Friday style? ;)

[15:26] Stalin: exactly, Innocent Bystander

[15:26] Innocent Bystander: You'd need six hours for that

[15:26] Stalin: Innocent Bystander

[15:26] meat pulls her dagger

[15:26] Fairy: 3

[15:26] Princess: draw bow

[15:26] meat steps up behind Ma'am

[15:26] Princess: Careful with that dagger around Ma'am...

[15:27] Innocent Bystander shakes her head.. "Drawing weapons against unarmed civilians.."

[15:27] Stalin: waht is this going to be, meat?

[15:27] meat: Just a nice pleasant discussion, Ma'am

[15:27] Stalin: i will tell you what

[15:27] Stalin: if i feel a scratch, you are jsut dead

[15:27] Stalin: and no

[15:27] Stalin: i am not kidding

[15:27] Stalin: you drop taht dagger, now

[15:27] Fairy: please do not aim the bows int he same directioin as Ma'am

[15:27] Stalin: i am very serious about that

[15:28] Fairy: meat drop the dagger

[15:28] meat: Why should this one drop it?

[15:28] Princess takes aim at meat's butt

[15:28] Innocent Bystander says in a calm and amused voice, "You will all put down your bows and dagger."

[15:28] Stalin: meat, you are actually threatening a pregnant woman which is unarmed with a dagger

[15:28] Stalin: you are quite on the loosing track with that

[15:28] Fairy: meat drop the dagger, now

[15:28] meat: It is useless anyway so all a slave can do is take down Ma'am with her

[15:29] Stalin: you want to take me down?

[15:29] meat: If you threaten to kill this one

[15:29] Innocent Bystander: "meat..."

[15:29] meat: Or we can all calm down and have a nice pleasant chat

[15:29] Stalin: get Dagny here, now

[15:29] Fairy: meat, drop the dagger

[15:29] Stalin: oh, she iis off, too bad

[15:29] slave 1 blinks and looks up from her paperwork "meat nooooo.... Ma'am, the babies..."

[15:29] Innocent Bystander: (( She's not online. ))

[15:29] Stalin: ok, meat, here is the deal...

[15:30] Innocent Bystander: "Drop your bows.. show her you can be trusted, and rest assured she will do the same with her dagger."

[15:30] meat puts the dagger away and listens to Ma'am

[15:30] Fairy steps quickly between the two in the stage

[15:30] Stalin: you drop the dagger, and you are dismisssed - as house slave as well, and as teacher too

[15:30] Princess: sheath bow

[15:30] Fairy: MEAT that is enough

[15:30] meat drops the dagger

[15:30] Princess: ao off

[15:30] Princess: ao on

[15:30] Stalin: it was nice to have known you, good bye,, meat

[15:30] Fairy: this is not to go on, you are not to threaten a pregnant woman

[15:30] meat leaves the group

[15:31] meat: It was nice having known you

[15:31] Innocent Bystander: "What a hurried decision.. "

[15:31] meat: I am sorry

[15:31] Stalin: you can leave now

[15:32] meat: Please tell me what went wrong

[15:32] Innocent Bystander sighs at the words.

[15:32] Stalin: copy the chat log to Dagny and ask her

[15:32] Stalin: i am done with you

[15:32] Stalin: bye

[15:32] meat: (( I thought this was role play ))

[15:32] Innocent Bystander: "Ma'am.. please reconsider."

[15:32] meat: (( i swaid i needed to leave ... did not want to start RP ))

[15:32] Stalin: threatening to kill me is a form of disloyalty which i can not allow

[15:33] Stalin: we are done, meat

[15:33] Innocent Bystander: (( 15 minutes is not enough for roleplay ))

[15:33] Princess: acchannel 9

[15:33] Slave Collar Master Copy: Princess listening on channel 9.

[15:33] meat: (( please, I was stressed and under pressure - you always say we should not rp if there is not ime but forced me ))

[15:33] meat: (( Ma'am??? ))

[15:33] Stalin: ((yes??))

[15:34] meat: (( please forgive me ))

[15:34] Stalin: ((lets talk about it another day))

[15:34] meat: (( I did not want the RP now - i need to run to rl - I paniked ))

[15:34] meat: (( please ))

[15:34] Stalin: ((lets talk about it later, tomorrow, or so))

[15:34] meat: (( I love it here, Ma;am - invested time in the class and all ))

[15:35] slave 2: [meat, you won't help your situation pressing as you are right now.]

[15:35] Fairy: ((better to talk tomorrow, OK??))

[15:35] Innocent Bystander: (( Accept her offer, sis, while Ma'am is still generous with her offer to talk. ))

[15:35] meat: (( ok ))

[15:35] Fairy: ((go to your rl and talk later))

[15:36] Innocent Bystander: (( That certainly went badly.. ))

The Continental Adult

There is a lot of bruhaha about the new “Adult Content” continent that is in the works over at ‘The Lab’. All in all, I don’t see what the fuss is about with the populous in general. Sure, some content creators are gonna get the shit end of the stick, and I feel for those people – truly. You try to carve out a nice little business, maybe not so much to actually earn real money, but to at least have your SL pay for itself, and them WHAM! the Lab brings down the hammer on ya’.

Several questions have been raised, and took a while to get answered, at least in the forums. Whether the answers the Lab Lackey’s gave in the forums will hold out and become fact remains to be seen. My biggest question, which I’m still a little wary of, is what happens to land owners? What happens to my friend, who owns a region in which sets the Forced Feminization University. It’s a nice region, very pretty, bordering the water. It has a beautiful inlet. I live there, and love to sit on my dock, and watch my whale and shark swim and play in the water, listening the the soft lapping of the waves against the dock, sipping my morning coffee, or sunbathing. What’s going to happen? Will she be required to purchase new land on the new continent? Or will The Lab swap her out new land square meter for square meter. Add to that the question, will she get land that borders on the ocean again? Or will they stick her in a mountainous region (or somewhere else where my poor whale and penguin will find a hard time surviving)?

Here’s the way I look at it. The Lab created this place – this wonderful world where anything can happen. I truly appreciate their efforts. Sure, I might bitch and moan about the quality of service and what-not, but  all in all, it is a wonderful place. With that in mind, It is my contention that this world, and everything in it belongs to The Lab. Sure sure, they give the spiel about ‘your world your content’ or whatever. But in reality, they can remove ‘your creation’ with a few clicks of a mouse button, by simply deleting it from the data stores – case closed.

So, it’s The Lab’s world, and their business, and I believe they are free to do with it as they please. If they want to move all the adult content to one continent, so be it, let them move. Hopefully they will do all the heavy lifting, but I would not hold my breath for that. I know, for instance, some of the items at FFU were non-transferrable, and still belong to the previous owner of the region, she left them there for use. What happens to those items? Will they just be gone forever? It is a shame, because while the current region owner had edit privileges, that does not include moving them across continents I don’t think.

Another concern is the quality of service on this new continent, and quality of land. Will they just toss out a flat barren dessert and say ‘have at it’? Or will they actually try to make something people would want to be on? No word on whether the new land which will house my friend’s region will have water, or if it does, will it be big enough to support my whale, shark and penguin. One encouraging thing they’ve said is that they will not double bill people for both pieces of land while the people are moving their stuff.

Some people who have successful mainland regions are moving to private islands. That has made me wonder if that is something The Lab considered, and factored into it, get them a few more bucks in the process. Another thought that came to mind is if the regions of the new continent will be on new servers, or if their going to use older, less powerful, less reliable servers for the Adult Content areas. They are already segregating them, and those of you who remember the segregation days of the good ol’ US of A, will remember that the facilities for black people were very poorly maintained – if at all. I can’t help but wonder if they will do that with the AC land. Give it the crap hardware, and say ‘oh well, who cares’, even though they profess they do not want to get rid of adult content at all. Of course, when they banned ageplay the claimed to not want to get rid of child avs, yet last year they banned the child avs from the birthday celebration.

I can absolutely see why The Lab wants to do this. They want to, according to an interview with the CEO a month or so ago, allow youngun’s onto the grid – for educational purposes. Also, it would make for a more friendly business atmosphere, to not have a kidnap and rape facility right outside the windows of your corporate build. Plus, speaking completely selfishly, I would not mind being someplace far far away from the intolerant asshats who don’t agree with what I do, and how I do it, and think it should be removed from Sl post haste.

All in all, it’s going to be a good thing. I have no doubt the implementation process will be a complete clusterfuck though. And, by the way ‘clusterfuck’ is NOT a candy bar. There is no chocolaty Clusterfuck – peanut clusters with a nougat fuck center.* I’m sure there will be plenty of pissed off people during the move, but in the end, it is going to be a good thing all the way around. We get our own continent, where people have to be age verified or have payment info used – which I’m sure will cut down on the griefers – and people who don’t agree with the constant raping and pillaging and slavery won’t have to even think about it.

Thanks for reading, and as always, feel free to express your comments or criticisms.

 

*Thanks in advance to Dan Cook for not suing me for stealing his stuff.

Little bitch...

At the Dark Den, we have a Mistress there, who is referred to as "Double Trouble". Recently, she bought a slave at one of our auctions. The slave, who had been kidnapped just weeks before her wedding, was a virgin. The poor thing has this idea in her head that she will someday resume her normal life. She doesn't realize, that what she is living now is the new "normal life" for her.

DT is, at heart, a geneticist. She gets ideas in her head, and begins to conjure up different medical experiments to perform. So, naturally, the first thing she did with this girl, was to get her to the medical ward, where she could carry out whatever nefarious experiments tickled her fancy. Next thing you know, DT is sporting a cute little red husky furrie girl on a leash. Yes, that's right. DT had changed the girl she purchased at auction, modified her genetically, to be, what seemed to me to be a little more than half husky. And, of course, DT being DT she could not stop there. Nuuuuu...she also had to give the puppy girl a little 'sumptin extra'. So she also grew a cock on the girl. No, not to replace her pussy, to compliment it. So DT took that innocent slave girl, and turned her into a hermaphrodite husky furrie.

Now, I know what your thinking - "what does this have to do with secondliefslut?" - well, dear reader, I'll tell you. You remember my girl d, right? I'm sure I mentioned her in the previous post. Anyway, d asked permission to witness an auction in Lez Zeppilin. Now, I'm a nice person, and I like my girls to have fun. I really didn't see any reason why she shouldn't be able to watch an auction. I can add that to my 'lessons learned' list though. d went to the auction, and when she came home, she was towing on a chain a toy she'd bought for the week. The girl's nice enough, and eager enough, and...well...slutty enough, so I let d off the hook without much in the way of punishment. And, to be fair, I didn't forbid her from making any purchase (I know better for next time though).

I watched as the husky wandered into view. She always looks so sad - hating what has been done to her, living the humiliation of losing part of her humanity, and having that fully functioning cock grown out of her clit. I had taken to carrying around a few dog biscuits...treats for the little thing. I pulled one out of my pocket, and showed it to her. She seemed a bit reluctant, but I guess hunger eventually took over, and she padded over to me, eating the treat from my hand. I petted her head, scratching her idly between the ears while I carried on conversations with those around me. Occasionally retrieving another doggie biscuit from my pocket, and letting the thing eat it.

Then the toy showed up, and with d nowhere around, of course it fell to me to take care of, and keep it from getting in any trouble. The toy was, of course, naked (as toys are apt to be - thought I'm grateful she is anatomically correct). I looked at the toy, and at the puppy, and back to the toy, and a grin came to my face. I'd befriended the puppy, who DT had named 'bitch'. I knew bitch had been a virgin when DT purchased her. More than just a virgin, that girl was a prude.

 

I was petting the thing, speaking to the toy "bitch here, is one of DT's creations" I told the toy.

"Oh, I see" they toy said, eyeing the freak-thing that was sitting beside her.

"My name is Aime, why do you call me such hard names?" the puppy asked.

"Hush, your name is 'bitch' - so says your owner." I could see the dejected look on its face. Its eyes becoming watery, I continued petting it, stroking its fur.

"Tell me, bitch, how many times has your owner raped you?" I asked it.

"That's not your business" the thing retorted, it's heart pounding. It whimpered that puppy sounding whimper and tried to back away from me.

I grabbed a handful of the thing's fir on the top of it's head, gritting my teeth, sounding like I was getting a bit annoyed "I asked you a question, bitch, ANSWER ME!"

"Ooouuwww" it almost howled, its mind full of fear, racing, she spat out number..."three."

"Only three? Gee, I thought it would have been more than that." I looked at the puppy, to see a single tear falling down the side of it's face. "I mean, if I had two dongs and a hot little puppy like you, I'd be raping that all the time." I chuckled as I said it, knowing those words would serve to beat her down another 1/2 notch or so.

Knowing DT, and what she likes..and also knowing exactly what DT did to the thing already, I crouched down in front of it, peering between its legs "Mmmmhmmm, doesn't look like DT has lost her touch, that is a nice looking....hmmm...package....you have there." I teased, reaching my hand forward as if to touch it "Does that thing work?" I prodded.

It looked around, probably looking to see if there was anyway to escape. "Please don't touch me there, its gross" the puppy said.

"Awww..." I said in a mocking baby tone "wassa matter? Wittle puppy don't like anyone touching their 'special' places?"

She shook her head "please...don't" she whispered. Poor thing, so modest before her abduction and subsequent transformation. She must have been horribly ashamed at having that extra appendage attached to her. 

I grabbed the fur on the side of its face, and yanked on it, it yelped, but it isn't like I cared, "Come closer" to ordered the toy.

"Yes Miss" the toy replied as it stepped closer.

"bitch, tell me what this slut smells like" I barked at the dog-girl.

It tried to back away, shaking its head "eewww..NOOO" it protested. I yanked again on the things fur, feeling a few strands pull loose. I shoved the thing's nose between the toys legs. It began to cry, hating every minute of its ordeal. The toy moaned - did I mention what a slut the toy is? - it moaned as the dog thing's cold, wet nose nuzzled between her legs. The puppy gagged, I thought it was going to throw up for certain, but it didn't. It was plainly obvious it did not like what it was being forced to do, didn't like it even a little bit.

I ordered the toy to lay on the ground, on her back, and of course, she complied. Next, I told the puppy to give the toy a few good licks on her cunt. The thing protested, rather loudly. Yanking again on bitch's fur, I pulled its not between the toy's legs, and watched as the puppy's tongue came out, hesitantly and slowly, the tip just touching the toy's sex. I gave bitch's head a good shove forward, smashing its nose against the toy's pelvis.

While the bitch was busy trying not to puke from having to lick the toy's pussy, I got busy with my fingers, sticking them into the bitch's cunt. It was dry, very dry. This scene was not exciting it in the least. I grinned and shoved a second finger into the tight dry hole, knowing the pain it was causing the puppy, taking great joy in the way it howled as my fingers dry-fucked it's pussy. I then worked my thumb into the puppy's ass. "Lick that cunt bitch, I want to hear that toy scream with pleasure from your tongue" I told it, while my fingers and thumb worked in and out of her dry pussy and ass in alternating strokes.

I pinched my fingers and thumb together inside the bitch, feeling them through the lining of flesh separating its cunt from his ass, and pulled back, stretching the taint. I pulled hard, feeling it stretch and my fingers beginning to loose ground. I gave a really good, hard yank of my hand, the fingers and thumb scraping along the dry flesh before popping free of their holes. It raised its head again, and yowled long and loud, before returning its attention to the wet cunt before it. A crowd had started to gather, folks coming of to see what all the howling and crying was about.

"Hey, how ya doin'?" one of the onlookers (who we'll call 'M'), a rather ruggedly handsome friend of mine asked.

I looked up at him "finger deep in dog right now, but good." I answered, with a wry grin on my face.

"She doesn't seem very willing," he said.

"No.." I chuckled a bit, "not very willing at all." One of those standing around, witnessing my finger rape of the puppy, was a  girl (that we'll call 'A') who, for reasons unbeknownst to me, doesn't like girls. I looked up at her, "You want some of the puppy?" I asked, "it has the parts you like."

"Hmm, I like the eager Mistress" she replied, "not crying. Hurts my fragile ego you know."

"We can tie it down, could be like a ride at Disneyland."

"I like ones I can break," M said with a laugh.

"Tie down," I went on, "let the girls go for a ride."

"It'd need a gag first, I couldn't listen to all of that nonsense," A commented.

"I can gag it for you, and muzzle it too, if you want." I wanted somebody to use this bitch in other ways that just making her eat out a toy, even though that was an act the bitch reviled, I thought more could be done to it, to completely break it's will. However, no such luck today.

"Is she your's?" M asked, "I thought she was DT's."

"She is DT's, but she was following me around like a...well...like a lost puppy, so I thought I'd put it to use."

The toy, meanwhile, was moaning and shuddering with pleasure. She wasn't screaming yet, which is what I told the dog to make her do. I stood up and, with my heel on the ground and the toes of my boots resting on the puppy's balls, I applied a little pressure. "I said make her scream with pleasure bitch, you're not doing that."

The thing wailed, mostly out of show I think because I wasn't even applying that much pressure. I stepped a little harder, "Make her fucking scream with pleasure" I ordered. Another howl, and when the dog returned to the toy's cunt, it went at it with gusto. Driving it's tongue deep into her, lapping for all it's life. "Good puppy" I told it, releasing the pressure on it's balls.

The puppy's face was matted and wet. Partially with the juices flowing from the toy, but mostly with the tears it was crying. Tears of pain, tears of humiliation. I wasn't finished with it yet though. I searched, around, and found a discarded tube of lubricant with a bit left in it. I squirted what was left in it on my hand and smeared it around, making her the entire hand was shining with the lube, clear up to my wrist.

I knelt behind the puppy again, and rubbed my lubed hand around it's cunt lips, transferring some of it to bitch. I then began to work my fingers into it's tight, dry, but somewhat lubed pussy. It was tight. Like a rubber band squeezing around my fingers. It howled again, yelping as it's pussy was stretched. I continued, ignoring its painful protests.

After getting my hand in to the thumb knuckle, I grabbed hold if its tail, using it for leverage, I grunted, and shoved my hand hard and fast into the bitch. I felt my knuckle bang against it's pelvic bone. It jumped, tried to scurry away, screaming and howling, but I held fast to the tail, yanking it back. I rested my hand in there for a moment. It was tight, and stretched wide, and since the puppy wasn't mine, I didn't want to give it any real damage, so I allowed it to stretch a little, while I made my hand into a fist, and then relaxed it a few times.

Slowly, I began to move my hand deeper into the puppy's pussy, pulling it back to the wrist, and moving it in again. It was loosening up, not quite as tight, and easier to move in and out of. The thing buried its tongue into the toy's pussy, lapping at it like crazy. I moved faster, balling my hand into a fist, I began to really let her have it, almost as if I was punching her insides.

She squirmed and yelped and cried. Mostly of it muffled by the toy's pussy. Finally the toy screamed out with pleasure as it came, drenching bitch's muzzle with her juices. bitch gagged and nearly threw up from the taste of what she considered to be nasty, dirtyness. I slowed own my fist fucking of it's cunt, pulled my arm out to the wrist. Leaving my fist balled, I stood, leaning over, I put my foot on it's ass, and yanked hard. A crunching sound filled the area as my knuckle ground against its pevlic bone. The pain shooting through my hand, numbing my forearm,was well worth that final act of indignation and pain I caused to bitch by yanking my hand out, fist and all.

bitch collapsed, small tendrils of blood could be seen oozing from its cunt, mixed with the lube. My hand and forearm were spotted with the bitch's blood. I presented it to the toy, who licked me clean.

SL Happens....

There is a saying that goes around Second Life; "SL happens". It's akin to the old saying "shit happens". And it does. Usually, it does in a way that is inconsistent with your own wants and desires.

Recently, I have found myself on the shit end of that stick. My own doing really. I'm a free woman once again. The time I had with my Master was exceptionally exquisite. I love him, and always will. I had a great time with him, and I learned so much from him, I can't even begin to recount it all. The fact is, I'm just not a very good slave. I 'm a bit too wild, and a bit to eccentric, and a bit to egotistical to be contained as a proper slave should.

It was painful to lose my former Master. Painful in ways I can only begin to describe (and not the good physical kind of pain either). We are still close. Sill friends. We still talk frequently, which has helped mitigate the pain.

So...I'm back training slaves at the Dark Den, and feminizing men at the Forced Feminization University.  I will forever cherish the time I belonged to my Master. My regret is that I was not able to be the slave he wants, and deserves. My feeling remains, that he is the absolute best Master, anywhere, anytime, anyplace - bar none. No other would have been able to put a collar around my neck, and I can say with confidence, that no other will.

Bad girl...bad, bad girl

So far, I've written about how wonderful my Master is. How generous he can be. But, that is not all he is. I am not always the good girl I make myself out to be. Sometimes I do things which disappoint, or otherwise cause my Master grief. In these instances, he punishment is harsh and painful (not to mention exciting as all HELL). Early on, soon after I took his collar, one such occurrence happened. I won't go into the details of my offense. The transgression I committed doesn't really matter.

"I did tell you there was going to be a price to pay, didn't I little one?" My Master asked. His fingers, raking into the fleshy cheeks of my ass, which spilled about his fingertips like combed sand.

"Yes Master" I whimpered feeling the dull, binding pain of his fingers digging into my ass.

I was in what could be called a "less-than-comfortable" position. Master had rigged shackles to a four foot by four foot square, flat board. The board was not completely rough. It had been sanded some, but not so much that I could not feel the wood grain, nor to such a point as to ensure naked skin rubbing over it would not get splinters. My neck was shackled to the board. My wrists were shackled near my head, and my ankles here shackled next to my wrists. I was completely naked. Doubled over so tight, the aroma of my pussy was thick in my nostrils with each breath. Breathing was difficult in this compressed position, but not so difficult that I might pass out due to lack of oxygen. My ass and pussy were raised up in the air, exposed for whatever my Master had planned for them.

Master dug his fingers hard into my ass flesh. Making fists with my skin between his fingers and palms. The pain was atrocious. I gritted my teeth hard and whimpered and moaned through them. He kneaded my ass like that. Releasing his grip, moving his hands just a little bit, and grabbing another fistful of ass. Tears were already starting to well in my eyes. Then the grabbing stopped. Suddenly I felt a terrible sting in my lower back, then another, and another. My Master was pinching me. Pinching me hard. Moving down (up in this position) my back towards my ass. I could feel the terrible tension in each of the little assaults. His finger and thumb squeezing my skin between them, holding it for a brief second, before releasing it. My back and ass lit on fire. Heat rising in them, I could fee the heat distinctively in each location where he'd pinched me. I flinched and squirmed. Whining and whimpering with each stinging pinch. Tears began to leak from my eyes and track down the sides of my reddened face.

I could feel my ass dotted with little islands of heat. I could imagine smallish glowing red spots all over it from my Master's treatment. I screamed out, trying to lift my head, which was held fast to the board by the shackle around my neck, when he moved to pinching that ever-so-tender skin on the inside of my thighs, just below (or, above in this position) my pussy. More tears rolling from my eyes. I was panting. Trying to keep my breath, trying not to feel the pain. I didn't want my Master to see me as weak. I sniffled, took in a deep breath, closed my eyes, and slowly let it out. It came out broken and raspy. He stopped his pinching. Master was running the palm of his hand over my sore ass. His hand, usually warm, felt cool against the heated flesh of my cheeks. He rubbed them, running his fingers and palms over every inch of my smooth skin.

"AAAYYY" I screamed out almost at the same time the loud 'SLAP' reverberated off the walls of the room. My Master had pulled both hands back from my ass about a foot, and delivered a blow with each at the same time. The sound was loud, sharp and harsh. My ass immediately lit on fire. I was full on crying now. Partially because of the pain, but mostly....mostly because I had wronged my Master. I had done something that caused him displeasure. I hated that feeling. I deserved whatever he was going to give me as punishment..and much more even. He left his hands on my ass. Back to rubbing and kneading it. Letting me calm a little I think, or maybe just lost in the pleasure of digging his fingers into my flesh, I'm not sure which it was.

"You remember your lesson little one?" He asked. He grabbed at my cheeks, not seeming to even care if I answered. He pulled them apart, exposing my tight, anus.

"Y...yes Master" I whimpered, just knowing he was going to dry fuck my ass with at least his fingers, my tears and whimpering started up again in anticipation.

"And what is that girl?" He asked, suddenly his hands, alternatively, rising from my ass and slapping down on it hard. His left hand lifting while his right hand was slapping, his left hand slapping while his right was lifting. One, two, one, two, one, two all in rapid succession. Not giving any time between slaps for recovering.

"T..to.." I sniffed..."to  not disappoint you Master". I finally managed to squeak out. I sucked in a gasp when he stopped slapping his hands moving up the crack of my ass, to my tender pussy lips. He rubbed them between his finger and thumbs, a flap in each hand.

"Yes, and in this situation, how could that have been avoided little one?" He asked, working both of his thumbs between my lips, squishing them into my wet pussy.

"To.." sniffle... " to think of you before I do anything Master" I replied, regaining some composure. My back was beginning to burn from the cramped position I was in, my thigh muscles to tighten and tense. He placed his fingers and thumbs on each of my pussy lips, massaging them firmly.
"Good..." He said tensly, pinching my lips hard as I cried out, then releasing the pinch, "...girl" he added with another harsh pinch. I screamed out again, balling now, tears were running down the side of my face. I cried, my mouth opened and wailing. Me moved his fingers..well, not moved them so much, and squeezed them down the length of my pussy lips. Not really letting go and re-pinching them. More like he walked them down my lips, squeezing and rubbing the whole way. The pain was immense. I thought for sure he would succeed in ripping my skin, that he already had, perhaps, considering the amount of wetness i could feel down there. He worked his way to the thick, meaty parts of my lips, and squeezed his fingers together hard. He held them there. The pain seared through my body. I cried out, I could see his knuckles turning white while he pinched and didn't let go.

Master squeezed hard and held on tight. Gawd, the pain was tremendous. I was balling and wailing. He then pulled. He pulled them, holding onto them so tight, until they let loose because he could not hold on tight enough to pull them off. As the blood rushed back to the afflicted parts, a new wave of pain send me into a louder fit of cries and moans. Master then began rubbing the palms of his hands over my bruised and reddened ass again. The 'SWAT'. Three spanks on each cheek. The last one on each, brutal enough to leave red hand prints as they echoed throughout the room. I yelped and screamed with each swat.

"You want my forgiveness little one?" He asked.

I sniffled, "Y...yes Master...I beg your forgiveness....I...I am so sorry" I said, tears flowing, sniffling between the words. The tears, mind you, were only partially due to the pain. A great deal of them, were because I had disappointed him. Had made my Master not be proud of my actions. I had done something that offended him. And that, dear readers, is more painful, and more distressing, than any form of punishment he could imagine to deal out. I deserved whatever punishment he was giving me, or would give me. I deserved that, and so much more for my transgression.

"You know..." he went on, moving his hands up the backs of my thighs, brushing over the creases in the backs of my knees. "If I forgive you on this...." his hand moved towards my face. I flinched instinctively as the back of his hand caressed my left cheek, smearing the tears. "It is over with, and we can move on."

"Yes Master" I whispered hoarsely.

"Good girl" he said, moving his hand back down and around my body. He brought it up, softly caressing my ass and rested it on my pussy. I softened, and relaxed  with my Master's touches, then tensed as he placed his hand on my pussy. The expectation of a slap on my pussy caused it to twitch under his hand. I could see a slight grin appear on his face. He could feel my heat under his hand. How hot, wet and excited I had become. Sure, I was in dire emotional straights right then. I had done wrong. I had caused him embarrassment and disappointment. But that doesn't stop my body from reacting. I can't help that. "I forgive you." Those words, coming from my Master's mouth, are the most glorious words I could ever imagine. There is little more that gives me such a feeling of comfort and security. He forgives me. Which means he will keep me. Which means, I am still his. Which means...all is right in the world again. As he said these words "I forgive you" he pressed the heal of his palm against the opening to my pussy, raised his fingers, and brought them down in a little slap against the rest of my pussy and clit.

My Master rested his hand on my pussy like that. Just sitting there. My shoulders and hamstrings here burning on fire from the position I was locked in. My ass and pussy lips were sore, aching and, I was 100% certain, bruised in various spots. He stood there, with his hand on my pussy. I don't know how long. I had stopped crying. I could feel the salty tears drying on the side of my face. 'CLAP' another clap on my pussy sent shivers through me, causing me to jolt and squirm against my bonds, causing my pussy to spasm. Master caressed my right cheek, with the back of his left hand, the raised his hand over my face. pressed his forefinger, middle finger and ring finger together, and pointed them at my mouth. "Open" he commanded. I did. Making an 'O' with my lips, as big as my mouth would allow.

Master was grinding him right palm against my swollen and sore pussy, causing such a pleasurably painful sensation. He pushed the three fingers of his left hand into my mouth. Running them over my tongue. Pushed farther. Farther still. He pushed them in, until he could not push them any farther. I gagged and choked on them. I could feel the webbing by his pinkie and thumb tight against the corners of my mouth, stretching, stinging just a little. I coughed against his thick, meaty fingers, praying I would not throw up on my Master's hand. I closed my lips around his fingers, and suckled them, as I would if he'd put his cock in there. I was slobbering pretty good already from my crying. Now, with his fingers in my mouth, my salivary glands seemed to be working overtime. He slapped my cunt again. I yelped in surprise against his fingers, spittle flying in little bits from what little space there was to escape around the digits.

"Now, slut" he said, pulling his fingers from my suckling lips. "Tell me, " Master was moving his fingers along the slit of my pussy, up to my clit which he began to rub in little circles. My hips began to move (as best they could) in time with his movements around my clit. Trying to press into his fingers. I wasn't doing it consciously. It was just unthinking reaction to what my Master was doing. Pure instinct you might say. "What do you want?"

What did I want? What did he mean by that? I ran through all the possible answers in my mind. Focusing on the two things I wanted most in the world at this point. The second one was to cum, but Master likes truth and honesty, and I decided to voice the number one thing I wanted. The thing, that I wanted most and above any else in the world. "To make you proud and happy, Master" I said, my voice strong and steady, and even, trying to signify the true and deep meaning of what I was saying, despite his constant manipulation of my clit, which was sending me to planes unknown. MY pussy seemed to be in a constant state of clenching and releasing, and clenching and releasing, as if it were pumping the wetness from inside. He rested his left hand on my tail bone. He pressed his middle finger right against my sphincter. My asshole puckered and quivered at the touch.

"Hmm..." he said, nodding his head a touch, his lips pursed "so you don't want to cum?" he asked then.

My head nodded rapidly up and down, a high pitched whimper squeaking from my throat "yes Master" I confessed while he pressed his finger against my anus with greater pressure. His right hand was sending shock waves of pleasure throughout my body by playing with my clit. My sphincter began to open, almost reluctantly it seemed, as he pressed on, his finger sliding into the dark heat.

"I don't know," he said almost non-chalantly, "that didn't sound very convincing to me" he added. My Master worked a second finger into my tight ass. I could feel the burning around the stretched rim. The feeling of his fingers moving in there. Creating heat with their friction. He never relented on my clit either. Gawd...I was so close to cumming. I was panting, and breathing heavy, biting my lip. I wanted to shove my knuckle into my mouth and bite down hard on it. But of course, in my position I couldn't. I whimpered and whined instead.

My Master began to fuck my ass in earnest with this two fingers. The bumpy knuckles grinding inside me. He pushed and twisted his palm hard against my pussy, then replaced his palm with his thumb, pushing it into my pussy while corkscrewing his fingers in and out of my ass, twisting and pumping them. Master rocked his right hand while he thumb fucked my pussy, each time giving my clit a slap. He worked is digits against each other. I wanted to cum so bad. My pussy was aching for relief. I was moaning, and whining and writhing and wiggling my ass against his fingers. Three now, he pushed a third one into my ass. He pulled them out, pushed them in, pulled and pushed and pulled and pushed. The burning from being stretched by my Master's thick fingers was subsiding. The burning of my ass, being replaced by the burning desire to cum. My body cried out for relief. He tweaked his wrist, his thumb pressing towards the front of my body. Pressing against my special spot right there. Pressing, and pulling back, and pressing again.

My Master's thumb stimulating my g spot, his fingers were slapping against my clit, not hard, but just enough. He had three fingers of his left hand buried deep in my ass. Fucking my ass with his fingers. Fucking my pussy with his thumb. Slapping my clit with his other fingers. My mind reeled. I could not think of where I was. Sweat poured down my body. I could feel it tickling my throat, dripping trails down my side from under my breasts. My breathing ragged. I closed my eyes. Trying desperately to wait for permission to cum, if he was going to give  permission.

"You can cum, my slut."

No more needed to be said. No more needed to be done. Immediately the floodgates opened. My passion, my desire, my love for him, my release poured from me in waves and gushes. My ass and pussy clenched and released around his fingers. My hips bucked and thrashed against his hands. I screamed, not just cried out, not just moaned, I screamed as I came. I screamed, and I cried. I cried again, for the sorrow I felt, that I had done something where my Master felt the need to punish me. Then, he stopped. He stopped is movements, and held his fingers and thumb inside me while my orgasm calmed and subsided. Slowly he pulled his digits from inside my body. He unshackled my legs first. Slowly lowering them. Rubbing them as he did, letting the blood and feeling come back to them gradually. Then attended my wrists and neck, finally allowing me movement. He took my in his arms, and held me.

I reached to my face, wiping the dried, and drying tears from it, "Thank you, Master" I whispered.

"All is well."

(( as always, comments and criticisms are MORE than welcome :) ))

My F'ing AWESOME Master

My Master approached his girl. Placing his hand under my chin, he lifted my head, pointing my face towards his. He took a step closer to me. And another...until our bodies were pressed against one another. Master moved his hand over my shoulder and around my neck, grabbing it, and pulling me to him hard. His lips smashed against mine, his mouth working the kiss. My tits pressed and flattened against his chest. I practically melted in his embrace. I could feel the heat of his breath, coming from his nose, on my cheek. Master's hands began roaming. Touching my body. Down my back, over my ass. His other hand, groping and kneading my breast. My loins lit on fire. Just being around Master, makes me feel like like a bitch in heat. A slutty whore who's only thought is having him inside me. Inside me anywhere. My mouth, my pussy, my ass. I thought of that feeling, and got even more wet than I already was.

His hand came up my back, returning to my neck for just a moment. He traced his fingers around his collar, the one I wear. The shiny, stainless steel collar that has no clasps, no locks, no buckles, no hinges. It is smooth, and unbroken. It is welded onto my neck. It doesn't have to be. I would never remove his collar. But having it secured onto me so permanently, makes me feel secure, and safe. Knowing that he cannot remove it on a whim either. We are bound together by his collar, the one that I wear.

He pulled back from the kiss. I whimpered and stretched my neck. Not wanting it to end. Wanting more. Needing more of him. His hands, roaming over my body, slid up my sides. Tickling my ribcage. He grasped the bottom of my tight top, and with one, fast and smooth movement, yanked it up, and over my head. I yelped and giggled at the sudden nakedness I felt. The cool air of the room brushing the naked skin of my tits, still bouncing a little from the removal of my top. My nipples here already hard from my Master's passionate kiss, and his roaming, groping hands, reducing me to little more than his plaything. Reducing...or, more appropriately, elevating me to his plaything. An object, whose sole purpose is his pleasure and satisfaction.

He tossed the shirt, not caring where it landed, and returned his lips to mine in a passionate kiss. He reached behind my head, and grabbed a handful of hair. Grabbed it, and held it, like he was never going to let it go. My knees turned to jello and buckled. I wasn't scared of falling, knowing that my Master had me in his arms, and would support me, as he always does, as he always has, in more ways that just physically. His other hand worked its way to the front of my Daisy Duke style jean shorts. Unbuttoning and unzipping them, he opened the front of them wide, and reached his hand down the front, squeezing between my tight jeans and my body. Wasn't wearing any panties. I don't normally. He likes it that way. Panties just tend to get in the way of his wants and needs. He touched me, briefly, but enough to send a shudder through my entire body. My pussy ached for him. Cried out for his touch. Practically SCREAMED for his attention. He rolled my shorts down, over my ass, and let them fall to the floor around my ankles.

I stepped my left foot out of my shorts, and kicked them off with my right foot, sending the shorts sailing through the air, hitting the half-full coffee cup on the counter causing it to tip, spin, and finally fall off the counter, exploding to hundreds of pieces when it hit the ground. I kiss him harder. My hand cupping the back of his head, pulling me closer to him. Like I'm trying to push our lips so close together they become one, melded together. Completely naked, I press my body even closer to my Masters. I raise my left leg and hook my heel around his ass, pressing my body even closer to his. Though, the phrase 'my body' seems oddly incorrect. The fact is, it is just as much, if not more so, his body, as it is mine. His body to command, to do with as he pleases. To hold, to whip, to pinch, to punish. His to use, to fuck, or to pleasure.

I felt my Master's hands grab my ass firmly and, not breaking our kiss, he lifted me from the floor. Both of my arms shot around his neck. My ankles locked together behind his back. My tits, smashed onto his chest. I moaned deep, long and loud into his mouth. The feeling of my thighs so tight against his clothes. His large, strong hands holding my ass. Each step he took send shudders through my body, causing my pussy to spasm. I was leaking, wetting his shirt with my juices. He sat in the La-Z-Boy, and flipped me around, so my back was to him. I settled my ass down into his lap, wiggling it into just the right spot, and leaned back across his chest.

Master bent forward, taking hold of the underside of my thighs, just above my knees, and lifted my legs up, and to the sides, draping them over the arms of the chair. My pussy spread, the lips parted, and I could feel my wetness when the air contacted me. I moaned and leaned my head back, onto my Master's shoulder. He traced the contours of my body, moving his hands between my legs, brushing against my lips, drawing up my thighs, along the sides of my stomach. My Master's hands cupped my breasts, lifted them on their ascent, then released them to let them fall back to their normal position. His touch, was like tiny bolts of electricity. Each movement sparking and sending tingling sensations through my skin, up my spine, and directly to the pleasure center of my brain. His hands - large, strong, and hard - ran up my flesh. Touching every inch of it, caressing it, loving it. His hands reached my arm pits, and curved with them, down the length of my arms to my own small, slender fingers. Gently he took my hands and lifting my arms, guided them over and behind his head.

I let my arms drop over his shoulders. I leaned back farther, my head lolling back against his neck. I turned my face towards him, and began dotting his neck and jaw with small kisses. Using my tongue to brush against his skin with each kiss. I raised my left arm, and tickled the hair at the bottom of his scalp with my fingers. My Master's hands began their journey back down my body. His fingers dancing along my skin. With my arms raised up over his head, my breasts were pushed up and out. He let his fingers dance around the dark circles surrounding my nipples. Doing their impression of Fred Astair and Gene Kelley as they moved and glided and brushed my areola. Once in a while, one of my Master's fingers would bump into one of my hardened nipples -whether on purpose or accident, I didn't know, and quite frankly, didn't care. Each brush or bump sent more electricity through me. Licking my lips, I moaned a long, low moan. I squirmed in his lap. I knew I shouldn't have, but I couldn't help it anymore than someone could help brushing away ants that were crawling on your skin. My nerves were a jumble of signals. My toes flexed and relaxed. My pussy leaking more, twitching...aching for attention.

I felt his left hand leave my body, and heard it fumbling for something on the table beside the chair, then his other hand left my body. It was a noticeable void on my flesh. Still I writhed there in his lap, my fingers tickling his hair, my naked body, squirming against him. I didn't know what he was doing, and I didn't care either. I was busy wetting his neck with my lips and tongue, not paying attention to what he was doing. Suddenly my body tensed when Master placed his hand on my pussy, covering my mound with cool - almost cold - lube. He worked it into my body. The lube creating a layer of silkiness that let his fingers and hand glide easily over my clit and pussy. The gel warmed rapidly, thanks to my Master's moving hands, and the heat in my own body he was causing to rise. I felt his breath on my neck, deep breaths, as if me was breathing in my essence. My body tingled from head to foot. His hands roamed around my pelvis and thighs. The lube covering my skin, my pussy was busy clenching, pushing out the moisture it was generating. I gasped and sucked in a deep breath when he worked his finger between my lips, opening my body to him.

I was fighting. Fighting hard not to cum. When he moved his arm around my waist, cupping my breast softly, I almost lost the battle. I bit my bottom lip and whined. I wanted to cum. Wanted to cum in the worst possible way, but I knew he was not ready for me to cum yet, he had not given me permission to cum. I felt his lips on my collar bone, while his finger found my clit, running up and down the entire length of it. Causing me to whimper, and my clit to twitch, like it was trying to reach out for his touch. He took my nipple between his fingers, pinching it, but not hard, not like he normally does, but lightly, I could feel the tension in his fingers. I could feel that he was holding back. That he both wanted to pinch my nipple, and pinch it hard, but at the same time, he didn't want to.

My Master changed the angle of his attention to my clit. Rubbing it more from the side now. My body was trembling. My breath was broken and ragged. I couldn't think, only feel. I fought and fought my body's want...my body's NEED for release. I wanted so bad to roll my hips up, pressing my clit onto his finger, but I knew that is not what he wanted. I wanted, more than anything at that moment, him to enter me. I so wanted to take out his cock, and straddle him, and ride him to completion. But I couldn't. That wasn't his goal tonight. That isn't what he wanted, and his wants are always first and foremost. His desires are always at the forefront of my mind, are always my primary concern. Master lessened the pressure on my clit. Not removing his finger, but just rubbing the sensitive tip of it. My legs trembled. My insides were quivering with excitement and desire.

Master kissed up my neck, close to my ear, he exhaled, the war breath caressing my naked skin causing goose-bumps to run down my body. His finger was moving rapidly across the tip of my clit. He was barely touching it, the lube allowing him to glide so easily, to...teasingly across it. My insides leapt when his tongue contacted my earlobe. The soft, warm wetness against that sensitive part of my nobody. Then his lips closed around it. He pulled on my earlobe ever so gently with his lips. Closing his lips around my earlobe, he murmured, sending vibrations into my body, through my ear. Then, suddenly, his light, almost nonexistent massaging of my clit stopped. A chill went through my body, causing me to quiver. He let go of my earlobe, and moved his attention to my outer ear. His breath, hot on my skin. Feeling the huff and puff of his heavy and hard, almost uncontrolled breathing. He traces the back of my ear, and the finger, the one just barely touching the tip of my clit, begins to glide again, aided by the lube, allowing it to brush over and across my clit silkily, without actually moving it.

My nerves were on fire. Each on twitching and tingling, like a person who had given up smoking two days ago and was really jonesing for a cigarette, my spine had that feeling just below the neck. That feeling of being a mass of jumbled nerves. Like if you'd look beneath the skin you'd see something similar to what a baseball looks like without it's covering, except they would all be wriggling and firing little electrical sparks at one another. I whined. I whimpered. They sounded pleading. I wanted to cum. I NEEDED to cum, but he wasn't ready yet. He didn't want me to yet. He hadn't given me permission. I bit hard on my bottom lip. It took every ounce of will I had to sit as still as I could, and not cum.

His breath was hot and heavy against my ear "Cum, love" he whispered. Hearing the words, I screamed out, letting go of my will, letting go of my containment, letting go of everything, my body bucked and rocked, and writhed. I cried out to my Master, cried out in a loud, nearly primal sounding wail. His hand continued to rub my clit. His breath hot on my neck. His other hand, firmly grasping my nipple and breast. I kept cumming.After the most powerful of my body wracks died down, my Master turned me in his lap, laying my head on his large chest. His arm around my back, just below my shoulders. He other arm scooped under my knees. He stood, holding me cradled in his arms, tightly, securely, like he was trying to make himself Fort Knox for me. I barely realized what was happening. My orgasm still continued. I couldn't stop. I just kept cumming. It was not the hardest or most intense orgasm I've ever had, but it was a good long one. It seemed to last for hours, but I'm certain it was only a matter of minutes. My Master walked across the house, and up the stairs. Carrying me, still gasping, and shuddering. My orgasm began to subside as he started up the stairs. By the time he laid me on the bed, I was calmed down, my breathing almost back to normal. My pussy, a glazed mess of lube and cum.

I laid, dreamily, on the bed, and felt my Master cover me with the covers, and the climb in next to me. Spooning me. His naked flesh against my own. Our bodies, tangled together. The heat combined heat quickly overcame the slight chill in the air. I felt my Master's heartbeat, strong against my back. His breath, warm against my neck. Soon, his breathing slowed, and steadied, he breathed the deep, rhythmic breathing of sleep. My own breathing slowed to match his, and I drifted peacefully off to sleep.

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Glorious Morning

When I woke up, my Master was gone. He'd left early. I wasn't sure where he was. He doesn't tell me these things normally. Master's business, is his business, and it is not my place to inquire. He is not an overly secretive man. He doesn't hide things (as far as I know), and I'm certain that if I were to ask him, he would come right out and tell me were he was, and what he was doing. I don't ask, because, as I said, I don't believe it is a slave's place to nag her Master about where he goes, and what he does. I got up, and dressed in my favorite red silks. I like the way the feel swishing around my legs and arms. I like the deep red color, it brings out the reddish tan in my skin.

The phone rang, I knew who it was on the other end. I always know when it is him calling. "Good Morning Master" I said, smiling as I picked up the phone.

"Morning," he said, "You're going to be home for awhile?" He added.

"Don't mind about me, Master, I have plenty of tasks to do. A couple of hours before I'll need to go out".

"K...I'm at the Mansion" he offered.

"Don't let me interrupt you Master," was my response. 

The 'Mansion' is a rather insidious place. Their employees scour the globe for the most beautiful of girls, then take them from wherever they are, and bring them to the Mansion. There ,the girls are forced into prostitution. Sex slaves if you will. Not slaves in the sense that I am a slave. Nor in the sense of what most people think of when thinking of slavery. These are used purely for sex. Their one function, is to fuck and suck whoever, and whatever is put before them. I knew my Master was probably having  good time. He usually did when he visited his friends at the Mansion.

I went about my chores as normal. Windows (gawd I HATE doing windows), floor counters. Regular cleaning and straightening up. I'd been thinking, the whole time I was working, about my Master, getting his funk on with one of the girls at the Mansion. The thought had gotten me quite excited. I could imagine my Master coming home, with his cock smelling of fresh sex, and glazed with the girl's juices. I have to admit, to taking  few minutes every now and then during my chores, to touch myself a little, thinking about that.  I was just finishing the floors when I heard my Master's keys in the door. I quickly put the mop and bucket away, and trotted to the front door, so that I would be kneeling, my knees apart, when he entered the house.

"Have a good time Master?" I asked.

"Had a blast." He answered.

"Get laid?"

"Nah, thought about one, but decided against it. I'm tired. Been up most of the night. I'm going to bed."

"Aww, that's too bad Master. I was hoping you'd have fucked some girl, then I could clean the skank's pussy juices from your cock with my tongue."

"I'm awake now!" he piped up, his eyes widening at my half-teasing suggestion. "Open your legs sweety, let me see how wet you're getting."

I slid my knees along the floor a little wider apart, gathering the front panel of my silks,and laying it across my thigh so my Master could get a good look at just how wet he makes me. I watched him look at my moist labia glistening in the light. As I did, he grabbed my nipple between his fore and middle fingers, clenching them in a tight fist, causing my nipple to cry out in instant pain, which caused my pussy to twitch. Using my nipple, he pulled me to my feet. He placed his other hand on my throat. I trembled slightly, a little scared. I didn't know what he was planning. My nipple screamed with pain, my Master's hand was closing around my throat. He moved his hand up my throat, causing my mouth to produce plenty of saliva. I locked my hands behind my back, causing my breasts to push forward, making certain they were available to him, for whatever purpose he had in mind.

"Such a wonderful creature you are, mine. Completely elegant at times, in your sluttiness, and love for cumming." He said as he twisted his wrist, the one attached to the hand, that was attached to the knuckles which had my nipple clamped between them like a vice. I winced. The pain was completely bearable, and completely pleasurable at the same time, but it was still pain.

"I only love to cum for you, Master." I said, my voice a throaty whisper with his hand around my neck.

Reaching the top of my throat, he moved to of his large, meaty fingers to my lips. Instinctively (or through proper training, I'm not quite sure which), I opened my mouth to them. I could feel my pussy oozing. I was wet, and ready for whatever he had in store. Hell, just having him in the same room with me makes me wet and ready for him. His presence, the sound of his breath, his smell. The way his clothes sound whenever he moves. All of it. My Master pushed two of his fingers into my mouth, and pressed them on my tongue. "Is that so?" he asked, moving his fingers back and forth along my tongue.

He let loose of my nipple to a fresh wave of pain as the blood rushed back to the afflicted area. His hand went directly to my pussy, his fingers spreading my lips. Goose pimples raised on my thighs as the cool air touched the wet insides of my labia.

"I asked you a question cunt!" he snapped, pushing his two fingers deeper into my mouth, heading towards my throat.

"Mmmhh hhmmmm" I mumble around the fingers that were fucking my mouth.

"Good girl" he replied, moving his finger to just barely touching my clit. I closed my eyes to hold back the tears. Not tears of pain or sorrow mind you, but tears caused by the humiliation of utter usage. "Weeelll, cum" he commanded as I involuntarily pushed my pelvis forward, trapping my clit between my body and his finger, the sensation sending shock-waves of pleasure throughout my entire body.

He shoved his fingers deeper into my mouth, then forced a third finger into my mouth. My mouth, now full with his thick fingers, my lips stretching, feeling that sting at the corners of my mouth from being opened farther than my body had intended it to be opened on a normal basis. I fought the urge to gag while his three digits fucked my mouth. "I didn't' say you could move! Only that you could cum" he said harshly, as if he was on the verge of losing his patience with me. I came. I bucked twice when I did. I couldn't help it. Each time, his fingers driving deeper into my throat.

He removed his fingers from my throat, and clasped his hand around my throat hard and fast. The wet fingers stinging and making a 'slap' sound as they contacted my skin. "That little orgasm isn't going to satisfy me cum slut. Get moving, cum again...NOW!" he commanded.

"Yes Maste..." my words were cut short when his hand tightened around my throat, his fingers and thumb pressing into my jugular. My Master's other hand was moving furiously fast over my clit. Almost like a vibrator. I was shaking and running out of breath rapidly.

Fear rose in me. Not mortal fear. I trust my Master utterly and completely. I know he would never damage me. But you're mind races in a situation like that. Like watching a scary movie. You know it is only a movie, but you get scared anyway. You know that Norman isn't going to get you in the shower, that the vampire can't really hurt you. That the killer clown and the giant spider are just pixels on your television screen. But that doesn't stop from experiencing the fear. Knowing you are safe, at home, in your living room, relaxing in your boyfriend's arms, eating popcorn and drinking soda pop doesn't stop your palms from sweating, or your heart from racing. Tears began to well into my eyes. My heart was pounding in my chest, I could feel the blood pulsing strong and fast through the vessels in the throat that he had clamped his hand around, squeezing.

As I drew near to another orgasm, he removed his finger from my clit, and began swatting my pussy with his open hand. Not real hard, but hard enough to sting a little, and hard enough that I hear the wet 'smacking' sound made by each strike. "SLUT!" he almost yelled, "pay attention, you cum for me or not. I'm tired, and here you are, making me work for it!"

"fuu-uu-uU-UU-UUUCK MASTER!!" I screamed as I came, my juices gushing from my pussy.

"Ahhh" he said, removing his hand from my throat, leaving his other hand holding my mound, allowing my juices to coat it liberally.

When he finally removed his hand from my mound. I knelt before him, taking his wetted hand in my own, I began to lick and clean my juices from it with my tongue, lips and mouth. "You like that skank's cum and juices?" he asked. I was shocked..a little, that he basically called me a skank. Not that I mind being called a skank, heaven knows I've been called (and admitted to being) much worse. What went through my mind at that point was that my Master is too good of a man, too good of a person, too good of a Master, to own a skank.

"Yes Master" I said, pulling my lips from around his fingers, "I do like your skank's cum and juices" I said, before returning to my cleaning of his hand.

"Be careful who you call a skank, little one." He used the phrase 'little one', that meant that I'd done wrong. He uses that when lessons are to be taught. I'm not particularly fond of it, and thankfully, don't have to hear it much. It means I've displeased him. Not much, but even displeasing him a little, is way more than I want. "They may not be your calibre at times. But usually they will stay still."  With that, he turned, went up the stairs, and got into  bed.

 

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