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.

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.”

Ok, so right now, I basically have three relationships going on. To distinguish them, I’ll call the D, R and S. D is a dominant man. He isn’t brutal, and he isn’t violent. He reminds me of the Masters in “The Story of O”. My pleasure seems to be as important to him as his pleasure. I would not call him my “Master” because I do not belong to him, and he has not asked me to belong to him. He is strict, and metes out punishment with harsh severity, but he doesn’t just beat me. He places me in devices and positions which are painful, and stretch and contort my body in ways that cause my muscles to cramp and extreme pain to be experienced.

R is just a regular guy. Well, sort of. He has ears and a tail, but otherwise regular. His i my regular relationship. We just sit and talk, and fuck like wild monkeys. But it isn’t anything ‘out of the ordinary’ so to speak. No domination, no submission. He loves to eat me. And I love the way he eats my pussy, tickling my clit with his tongue. Mmmmhhh I get wet just thinking about it. He is very loving, and very kind and very generous with his affections and attentions. I love just hanging out with him, and having him sex me up.