In case I happened to miss anyone, or you aren’t on my friends list,
I wanted to make sure we wished you all a very Happy Christmas,
and a prosperous new year!

 

Dogan, the human trafficking POW style camp that I run, has created a new website (http://doganwhorecamp.ning.com/). People can join the website, and post pics, videos or stories. There is a forum for discussion, and private messaging between members of the site, and a calendar for events (which we’ll start having soon, promise). Feel free to drop by and check it out.

The other day, Zeno (my business partner) mentioned how she really enjoyed our family. She clarified the statement saying she meant her, me, T (my former master), my lovely piece of slave flesh and her own girls.

Now, they say you can’t pick your family, but I would disagree. Family is, sure, blood relations, but often, these are not nearly as enjoyable as those we love as much or more, who have no blood relations. I find these relationships, the best, and Zeno is right, we have a great family, and I do love and enjoy our family.

Recently, and old friend stopped by the Dogan where I spend the majority of my time. This girl, I have known for maybe close to two years, probably a little less. She recently left the place where I had met and cultivated a relationship with her. She’d been a slave at that other place, as many were – and some still are.

When she came to visit, she was not interested in being a slave anymore. I don’t know what happened there that caused her to leave, or to swear off being under anyone else’s collar. She didn’t offer any explanation, and I didn’t prod for one. She is a dear and loving person, and always such a joy to be around.

Without question, and without reservation, we welcome this beautiful creature into our family, as yet another loved member. In this picture is me, my lovely piece of slave flesh, a visitor friend, and our newest family member (the hottie in red).

Editors Note: This post was written by my fuck meat slave, recounting when it received its pierced nipples, and the chain that dangles between them. (you know, it’s great to have slaves to write your blog posts for you…YAY ME! – now, I only need to get a slave who will take pictures, as I get too wrapped up in what I’m doing and forget to most of the time. I apologize to you all, dear readers, and will make a better effort to adorn these posts with more graphical representations in the future.)

My life as house slave had become boring. Most of the time I was sitting around doing nothing, and there were no men who wanted to come and enjoy the services of a female sex slave. To encourage me and make me serve men better, Mistress Dagny promised me a wonderful golden nipple chain once I offered sexual services to at least five men and got a rating of at least 8 on a scale from 1-10 from them. After many weeks of learning to seduce men better and to attract them to come to the place where I "worked", the big day came and I looked forward to my reward.

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!

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!!

** 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.

I told you before about my new black Master. I am his little cum slut. I follow his orders and directions. He has, in return, promised to share me, to pass me around to his friends and others.

One of those others was a giant of a man. He was tall, and thick and scary. He kept grinning a big, grin that was all teeth with that demonic twinkle in his eye. He is bald and even his muscles have muscles. And he smokes a big stinky stoagie.

I’m popping around, just kind of seeing the sites and the WHAM! I pop up at Jesse’s Cowboy Club, and my heart sinks, and my throat kind of closed up and tears started to well in my eyes. In all of SL, all the places I’ve popped in and out of in the past week, nothing has struck me like this. I wasn’t looking for it, but also, I haven’t seen anything like it anywhere else. I’m talking about their tribute to the victims of the 9/11 attacks. Here are some pictures.

It is a fairly simple structure, but that, in my opinion, only increases the impact it had on me.

The flag base contains the seals of the US Army, US Navy, US Air Force and the US Marine Corps around it, one on each side.

It is beautiful, but now I am sad, remembering the pain and horrors of that day, and I have to log off.

Hi everyone!

I just wanted to drop a note in here and let you all know I’m still alive and kicking and sucking and fucking. I have a couple of great stories that I’m working on and should post soon, so please don’t give up on this site. It isn’t dead!

XOXOXO

Dags