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.

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.

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.

Master’s Homecoming

My Master had been gone for over a half a week. On his business trip (that’s what he called them anyway, but you all know I’m not fool, he was out hunting other sluts to bring home). I knew when he came home, he’d be tired, and cranky from the long drive, and, of course, horny as hell. I laid there in bed, playing with myself, getting my self all warmed up and dripping wet, ready for his use when he walked into the bedroom…just the way he likes it. I knew he’d be home any minute.