Memoirs of a Second Life Slut











{12 November, 2009}   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.

 

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*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…

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{1 August, 2007}   My first good rape

Had a really awesome time tonight. I met a guy who as exceptional RP skills. He teleported me to a platform in the sky and beat and raped the living shit out of me…

He invited me to meet with him. He seemed normal enough, so I agreed. He took me to a very secluded location, a platform high up in the sky. Once we were there with tremendous speed and agility, and before I could register what was happening, he grabbed my arm, spun me around and had a rope around my wrist pulled tight and shortly wrapped around my other wrist. With my arms incapacitated, he yanked my hair back, pulling some out in the process, and spat in my face. I cursed him and tried to fight him off. Kicking and screaming and biting. But he was stronger, and I could not use my arms. He beat me around the face and split my lip knocking me down.

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