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!

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.

I’ve been lax and remiss, perhaps lazy (or perhaps my slutty slaves have just been keeping me too busy – they are hard to resist you know) – and that some of the links on my SLURLS page are out of date. One of the things that can be annoying in SL is that a great place goes kapoof overnight, without warning.

I’m going to update the page over the next few days and hopefully be adding more – there are some other great places that I don’t have listed. If you find a SLURL that does not work on my site, please PLEASE let me know so I can get it fixed.

Thankies!!

*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…

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.

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.”

** 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.