Passed Out

After we woke up, we were walking on the beach. I had never seen this part of Heaven & Hell. It was beautiful!

My Owner took me to the underground dungeon, where I had to undress. He was examining bondage devices and selected one, which resembled me on a washing machine.


I had to climb in. It was tight and cold. I was unable to move my body. The metal cut in my silky skin.

My Owner was playing with my pussy until I became wet. Then he made a love with me. I could move only my head and unfortunately, I hit my head into a sharp metal corner of the box. I passed out.

Poems

It was a nightmare to sleep in the medical room. In the morning, I woke up from a dreamless sleep. I felt dirty. Fear shakes my body not giving a minute break. My Owner realized my state and took me away.

We went to the hill at Heaven & Hell. The sun shone brightly, but it took some minutes until the sunshine warmed up my body and soul.

My Owner ordered me to write a poem about the slavery. I am not a poet and I had not written poems since my childhood. I collected all my force and I tried to switch off the surrounding environment. I concentrated to only my task.

He liked my poem and then he told me his. I thought his was better then mine. Then my Owner told me to write a poem in English. Oh, it was really a challenge. I am too shy to share my poem with you. So, please, forgive me for keeping it in my mind.

The third task was to write a poem in Russian. It was as easy, or as difficult, as in Hungarian. I stared at my Owner's face and I supposed he liked the poems.

Then we walked down from the hill to the port. A pirate ship was docked to the port. We went to a board and took a small tour on the ship. My Owner found a cubicle and decided to stay on the ship this night.

Medical Scene

I woke up alone in the cell. My Owner was away. I examined the cell and its door. Probably, I was noisy, because, I got visitors, soon.

Arta came to my cell with his Hungarian friend. I knew him well; he was the person, who had often visited us while I had been serving Arta.

We were talking about the usual life, when Arta wanted to show me the prisoner. My Owner had ordered me to stay in the cell. So, it was out of question to leave it. Arta did not give up and she opened the door. I felt bad. I did not know if the door was locked. I knew only that I would not leave the cell.

Fortunately, my Owner arrived and he took me to Heaven & Hell. We were in the medical section. I hated it. I felt very uncomfortable. I was afraid even of touching anything. I felt toothache, immediately. My breath became heavy.

My Owner ordered me to sit down in an examination table. I obeyed. The examination table kept my legs high and apart from each other. Its rigid leatherette burned my naked skin.


My Owner started to play with my pussy. I did not become wet. I felt so nervously. My Owner continued playing with my pussy touching it with a cold metal tool. I closed my eyes and grapped the metal part of the examination table until I heard my Owner's voice. He told me that I would sleep on the examination table.

ZPToys II

We continued learning the usage of ZPToy. Today, we tried a very interesting feature, the forced teleport. Probably, it is not very easy to set the forced teleport up. It required about ten minutes.

I loved the forced teleport. I usually do not like actions far from reality, such as forced kneel without chains and so on. But, the forced teleport was very exciting. It was some kind of mix of BDSM and sci-fi. I felt like a slave in the future.

In the end, my Owner locked me in my cell and left me alone. I decided to sleep a bit in the concrete bad.

ZPToys

My Owner arrived and took me to the Zita's prison. The prison was under construction. I could see the half ready walls and the ground where the floor was absent.

A lonely concrete cell stood before the prison. My Owner leaded me straight to it and ordered me to go in. This cell was smaller then the one I had just left. There was a concrete bed fixed to the rear wall. I could stand up and made a single step to reach the door of the cell.

My Owner left me alone; he went to talk with the commander of the prison. I climbed on my bed and I listened to the conversation hard. They were too far from me, so I could hear only the commander's voice. I supposed that the subject of the conversation was if my cell could be left in front of the half ready prison.

My Owner returned and when he ordered me to come out of the cell, I knew the answer. The cell must have been moved. It did not take much time, while my Owner relocated the cell in his house. The cell stood in a lonely corner of the house, as it would have been its part.

My Owner did not lock me in it any more today. He started to set up ZPToys instead.

I mentioned ZPToys earlier in the blog. It is some kind of restrictive tools like RR tools, but it is equipped with web interface.

I enjoyed the set up process. ZPToys contained many spy functions. It reported when I walk, sit or stood. It also had speech control functionality. I like some kind of speech control, except the limitation on emote.

It also could check if I was away. The method of checking was not new. My ZPToy implant forced me to make some simple math calculations.

Time was flying, and my Owner decided to continue learning of ZPToy tomorrow.

Imprisoned

My Owner called me to Arta's prison. We were alone among the dark walls.

We were standing in the middle of the private prison, before the doors of the cells and we were talking. I like to talk with my Owner. He is clever and his points of view are very interesting for me.

After the conversation, I had to put on my latex prisoner's suit. It was very strange for me. My usual style of differs from the black and white striped prisoner's uniform. But, the latex stuck on my body tightly and it made me very sexy. At least, I hoped so...


When I was ready, I had to crawl in my cell. The door was closed behind me so quickly that I was even unable to turn back. I heard my Owner's moving away steps. I remained alone in the narrow cell.

Day Off II

Today, I had a day off, again.

I had learned that my Owner had liked the brown hair with braids. I prefer to have black hair and I mostly have black hairstyles. Therefore, I went to search for the proper hairstyle. In the end, I found a nice hair in Gurlywood.


Then, I visited O BDSM School. They had moved to a new location. Their land was huge and they had built many buildings. It was so interesting. I took a tour in a dungeon style building. This building was separated by small rooms. Each room contained different bondage devices, but they were not specialized on the different style of BDSM. The territory of the school was enormous, so I was not able to look at each of its corners.

Day Off

My Owner gave me a day off. I went to Laqroki, as one of my friends informed me about the free skin and shape there. I picked it up, and then I beheld a very lovely skin. I bought a demo. It looked perfect on me.

Then I was walking among shops, as I wanted to buy a nice pair of shoes for my Owner. I found some nice ones. However, most of them were not transferable and my money was not enough to buy others. It became too late and I decided to continue searching tomorrow.

Restricted Land

I woke up outside of my Owner's house. I felt cold and the wet grass stroked my feet. I did not know where I was. My eyes were still covered by the scarf. My arms were chained behind my back; my ankle cuffs were attached to each other.

I realized where I was when my Owner told it to me. He did not know what had happened to me and he tried to lead me into the house giving commands. It took some time while we realized that his flat-mate restricted access to their parcel.

She had said about the restriction, yesterday. I did not mention it in the previous post. I do not understand people limiting access to their parcel. I am sure that they have some social problem. Most of people in the SL are kind; I met only some griefers. Therefore, I have no idea why such restriction is good, especially, in an island. I like walking and staring at the beautiful buildings built by other citizens. I never wanted to go in any house without invitation. Also, when I was in the house of one of my Owners, nobody disturbed us.

I am not a real estate specialist, but I suppose that most of people rent land in islands because they want pretty neighbors and freedom. I remember when I helped building a house in the mainland, it was very disturbing when I was unable to fly around the house to check if it looks good.

OK, I am always crying, am not I? It is the time to continue the story.

So, my Owner somehow gave me access to his house. He wanted to direct me with commands. I could see only shadows, contours of the buildings. I enjoyed this game. It was exciting to go and turn and go again not seeing anything. So, it was really a lovely game even if I was unable to go into the house. When my Owner took off my blindfold, I stood in the corner bordered by the stairs and the wall.

Then my Owner invited me to the house and we started to prepare ourselves to go to dance. While I was searching for the proper clothes, other people stood around the parcel. They were unable to come in. My Owner had to change some settings to allow them access.


When he finished, we had only few time for the dance. Therefore, my Owner decided to go to a quiet place, where we had very lovely conversation. I gave a goodnight kiss to my Owner's neck before sleeping. He did not seem angry with me because of this kiss.

Blindfold

My Owner decided that my new outfit resembled him on a Domina outfit. I took of my gloves and pants. Then I turned around before him. I was almost naked. He liked the way I changed my clothes.

He took me a very quiet place and there he ordered me to put my blindfold on. I obeyed. I was unable to see through the scarf. I could see only shadows. My Owner ordered me to turn right and left. It was difficult to obey as I did not know where I faced to. He controlled me very well and I was sure I would survive even being blindfolded if he would care of me so good.


We tried the teleport. I did not know where we went and where we arrived. I cold not see the building. ((RR viewer covered the name of the places.))

I was listening hard and I tried to collect information of the surrounding world with my ears. But, my Owner put earplugs into my ears. After it, I could not differ voices. I heard everything from far distance.

I received command and I added the usual phrase 'Master' in my answer. Somebody chided me because I answered a Lady not a man. I could not see anything in the lowering sun. It was difficult to realize even shadows around me.

I felt helpless. This helpless made me very excited. My heart was beating in my throat. The latex top I wore was stretched by my waving breasts. I felt as a public slave, as a toy, who must have obeyed whoever ordered.

Soon, we left alone with my Master, who removed my ear plugs. I could differentiate voices again. But, I heard only my Owner. I did not know who had stood near me some minutes ago.

My Owner teleported me. I still did not know where I arrived to. Then, I heard a woman's voice. It was my Master's flat-mate. I could see only her shadow. I was ordered to go to her and greet her humbly. Then I had to return back to my Owner. It was not easy but very exciting.

I went to bed with blindfold on my eyes. I felt asleep soon after such an exciting day.

Medieval Punishments

My Owner and I woke up in Smallville. We were walking among houses on the village. My Owner stopped by a net hanging from a special wooden pole. He ordered me to climb in. It was difficult to obey, as the net waved every time I moved. I was not skillful, so I fell in the net. My face was at the bottom of the, legs were high above me. My feet hitched in the net. I was unable to move.


My Owner left me there, hanging. I tried to lift my head to see anything around, but the net limited my motion strictly. Soon, I felt as the blood flowed into my head. The rough ropes of the net cut my full breasts. I felt dizzy in some minutes.

Fortunately, my Owner returned and brought me off the grid. Then he suggested taking a tour outside the village. There were two different places in the vicinity of the village. One of them was Black Monastery; the second one was the house of daemons. We went to the house of daemons. There were four rooms on the ground floor. My Owner entered into the first one. I followed him. We could see medieval torture devices around. My Owner chose the first device and bound me there. My body was jerked as much as it was possible. My arms and legs were locked together, so I had to lift my body high. My Owner was looking at me and then he poked my stomach. It was not painful but it made me feel very uncomfortable. He told me that he wanted to sit on me. I was not sure if I could hold his body. Fortunately, he decided not to sit on my stomach. He unbound me instead.

The main part of the next device was a rod with a metal head. The metal head was as large. Its size was the same as the size of my upper arm. The purpose of the rod was clear for me. It must have been inserted into my pussy. I was sure that it would kill me. I told it to my Owner. He was looking at the rod for a long time. I had a feeling that he was looking at my trembling body from the corner of his eyes instead of the rod. At the end he stepped away.

The third device that he chose was not deadly one, but it looked very dangerous. He grabbed my body and bound on it. My body was stretched. I felt sharp and enormous pain in my thighs and in my pussy. Large needles of the device broke my skin and flesh making way deep in my body. I felt other pain at the same time. My Owner tightened the ropes keeping my body. I felt as my body would be broken into two parts. Warm blood flew from my pussy, across my back.

My Owner stopped my torture and dressed my wounds. It helped a bit, but I was still unable to close my legs. My Owner went out of the house. I followed him. I walked strangely because of the wounds.

We went to a shop. I received five minutes to look around. There were nice latex outfits in the shop; most of them were designed for the Domina Ladies. My Owner bought me one lovely outfit. This outfit was variable. This is the outfit chosen by my Owner.


After shopping, we returned to my Owner's house and I was allowed to sleep in my Owner's arms.

Return to Smallville

My Owner took me back to Smillville. At the entrance, we met the dancing girls again. They still danced with the same way and I still considered their dance bizarre. My Owner was talking with one of the girls. She was very lovely and kind. It is worth visiting this place.

Then we went further to Smallville. My Owner closed me in the cage and bound me to various racks. He was searching for the rack satisfying his need well. In the end, he hung me up. He bound my hands to a wooden rack; my legs were free.


Then he started to play with me. He touched my nipples, pussy very often. He did not torture me. He sometimes spanked my butt. His aim was to lead me to the orgasm. He reached this aim. *smiles

Then we ran to the house with bath, where I washed my Owner's muscular body. The hot water made us sleepy. So, after a light supper, we went to the bed.

Hair Saloon II

We continued our tour in the hair saloon. My Owner wanted me to try some hairstyles and I realized that there were some nice ones among the offered hairstyles.

Then we have nice conversation with my Owner.

Hair Saloon

I mentioned this hair saloon to my Owner. He was interested in, so we went there. It was one of my best shopping. We did not buy anything, but we laughed a lot.

Walking

In the morning, while my Owner was sleeping, I went to pick up a free Alady skin. I have Alady shape and I like it. I remembered the Alady skins; they differed from my taste. However, my friend, who had sent the LM, said that this skin is pretty nice. I do not know, as I was not able to wear it. The strict look and the hard restriction of my RR tools did not allow me it.

I also receive an LM to a hairdresser saloon. The hairdresser saloon made unusual hairstyles. You can get here the hair of French Ladies from the middle age, hairstyles of Princess Leila and more.

Public Prison

I woke up in the corner of my cell. It was cold. I knew that I had to stand up and walk to warm up my body.

I stood up and then I realized a message, which was sent to me. My Owner had written the message; it said that somebody would come for me and I would have to obey any person who would show me the key of my Owner.

I continued my two step length walking. One step and I turned. One more step and I turned back. Nobody came to me. I was restricted by my RR viewer. I tried to hear the motion of people. But, I could not hear anything. Then suddenly, the door was opened. Somebody opened the door and opened the lock of my chain. It was the keyholder. I could not see her, as the door of the cell was very short. I could see only a hand opening my chain.

She ordered me to crawl out of the cell. When I was out, I looked at her from the corner of my eyes. She was pretty and very elegant. Her skin shone, I was almost sure that her job was dangerous. She gave me short command, mostly a word.

We went to a prison, to a common prison. She explained me that we would take a tour in the new parts of the prison. She showed me around. The tour was interesting; however, I was afraid during the tour. I scanned the surrounding environment seeking guard, who would take me. The guards did not come.


At the end of the tour, when we were before the prison, I beheld my Owner coming to us. I was so happy to see him.

Private Prison

I woke up in my Owner's house. It was something strange. I looked around and the house was empty. In fact, my Owner had not furnished the house, yet. The only furniture was the cross and the box, where I slept. But, I could not see the cross and the box.

My Owner told me that we would move. From certain point of view, I always had easy job. I never cared of the economy of the SL, as I was only a slave. I knew I would serve my Owner anywhere, where he would take me.

We walked out of the house; we went on the next parcel. There we started to talk. Suddenly, a man approached on a cart. I was not a slave cart, but the real one pulled by one dark force. The rider stopped at us. He was one of the friends of my Owner. I learned that he was a vampire and the Lord of Nazgul in the sim called The Lord of the Rings. I had not heard of this sim. Maybe, I can visit it once. Then Arta joined us and we continued the conversation.

In some minutes, my Owner said that we had to go. He went away and sent me teleport. I followed her straight to Arta's house. He ordered me to follow him and he descended into the prison level. I followed her and when I stepped off the ladder, my feet did not find the ground and I fell into the sewer. He closed the sewer door immediately.

I was standing in the cold water trembling. My clothes became wet, heavy and very cold. I lifted my head and I could see only his feet.

I went through the imprisonment process. My Owner closed me into the stocks and he took a photo of me in this position. I remembered that I had some prisoner's outfits. I found only a related latex outfit. I asked for permission to show it for my Owner. I did not know if he liked it. According to my opinion, I was very sexy even in black and white striped outfit. My Owner ordered me to change back my old clothes.


While I was changing my clothes, I took a look at the cells. I do not remember how many cells were in the cellar. But, I remember exactly that there were only two free cells. Picture of imprisoned girls hung above the other cells. My Owner leaded me to the first cell, as it was free and told me to go in.

I obeyed and went in. I had no time to turn around in the narrow cells when I heard click of the metal and the sound of closing door. I turned quickly. I realized that my Owner attached the chain coming from my collar to a metal ring blazing at the door. The door was closed. I was prisoner.

Like the partridge, my first action was to look around. The walls were made of stones; they were cold and bold. The door seemed even stronger. My cell was small, but I was unable to walk to the wall in front of the door; the chain limited my motion strictly.

My Owner said me goodbye and left me alone. I felt as the heavy walls pushed me. It was cold and frightening. There was no bed in the cell. I was walking before the closed door. On step on the right and one step on left... It was all I could do. Time passed slowly. I hoped that my Owner would return for me and took me to his home, ... hopelessly. I sat down pushing my clothes under my butt to protect me from the cold floor. I placed my head on the wooden door. I caressed myself tight. I did not realize when I felt asleep.

Day Off

My Owner was busy today. He gave me a day off. He allowed me to take off my cuffs and wear clothes. He even allowed me to choose my hairstyle. Of course, I wore the outfit he had bought me.

I met some of my friends. I visited Sir Sleight and we had very nice conversation, as usually.

Then I met a Hungarian friend, who had been frequent visitor in Arta's house.

At the end of the day, I returned to my Owner's home.

Shopping

Today, we continued shopping with my Owner. I received a beautiful outfit. I am lovely, am not I? My Owner also bought a cool outfit. I love him new clothes. He looks very handsome. He also has new shirt, which looks nice together with her jeans.


I received an IM from Sir Bela. He had applied for a photo contest. I asked my Owner to allow me to go there and vote for his picture. He was very kind, because he not only allowed me to go but he came with to vote, too.

Here is the picture. I think he really caught one of the nicest moments of slavery.


If you have some free time, please, go there and vote for his picture. The contest is at Tastefully Erotic Gallery .

Swimming

I woke up on the beach. My Owner was awake. After our greeting ceremony, he decided to swim in the sea. He ordered me to prepare towels. When he came out of the sea, he went straight to the pool and washed out the salt water from his body.

He finished and I ran to him. I started to mop up his muscular body with the soft towel. He wore only swimming trunks. I knelt down and continued on his feet. He looked at me and told me to take off his trunks.

I dried his bottom and then his phallus. Obviously, he enjoyed it, as he started to grow. I threw away the towel and instead it, I used my silky hair. His erection became even larger. My fingers felt his hardness through my hair.

He looked at me and I knew that he wish me. I did not have to wait much for his order. I played on his erection with my tongue. I licked around; my tongue ran along his phallus. When I heard his enjoyment, I parted my lips and leaded him into my mouth. I worked on him gently until he reached orgasm. He told me to clean him and I gathered his semen into my mouth with my quick tongue.

He seemed to be satisfied. I was glad and my gladness increased when he invited me in the sea. The water was warm; it refreshed me up very well. I swam to him and he stroked me under the water. We washed out our body in the pool and I got the towel again. He told me smiling that I had to dry it quickly at this time. I was allowed to get dressed. He told me to choose elegant clothes. I hesitated. I was not sure if he wanted me to wear a gown. In the end, I selected an outfit with skirt and I saw on his face that my choice was good.

I heard approaching footsteps from my backs. It was my former Mistress. She talked with my Owner for a while.

When they finished, he turned to me and told me to take him to my favorite shop. The recent shop I liked very much contained some male outfits, too. However, I was not sure that he would like the style of clothes offered by the shop. He told me that he wanted to buy a gift for me. Such offers always made me feel peculiar. Of course, I like gifts. I was very exciting when I opened my Christmas gifts. I like shopping too, but I mostly stare at the vendors as I do not own much money. I do not want to complain; I have everything what I need and I am here not because of earning money. But I like to receive gifts. *smiles

From the other hand, I did not want him to waste his money. He cared of me and he gave me what my submissive mind would have liked to receive. I was very thankful him for being my Owner.

At the end we went to my favorite shop. I think my Owner liked its style. We were walking a bit and then my Owner allowed me to go to sleep. I was tired; it seemed that swimming took much force from my body.

On the Cross

I woke up on the cross. My hands and legs were secured. I was unable to do anything.

RR tools guarded my body. I could not stand up and I was unable to use maps. I was even unable to move my head.

The cross was in the house, not far from the opened door. I knew that anybody can behold my naked and chained body through the door. Anybody could step to me and use me. The table fixed to the cross above my head said that I was a pleasure slave. It also bespoke my name.

I tried to be motionless to hear if somebody was walking around the house. I could not hear any voice but the waves touching the beach; I was alone.

I was tired. I felt pain in my shoulder. My hands had been tied above my body for a day. I tiptoed and moved my arms. It was better for a small moment but then the pain attacked me with new force. I was lonely and my body was suffering. However, I knew that my Owner thought of me and of my suffering. I knew that he must have been glad in this moment. It gave me force to handle the torture.

I bit my lips trying not to listen to my suffering body. I closed my eyes and I imagined that I was swimming in the sea and the warm water touches me softly. I heard steps at the entrance. I opened my eyes quickly. I could not move my head. It was so bad.

My Owner came to me. My heart started to beat quicker. He walked around me and enjoyed the view of my chained to the cross body. He stroked me softly and unbound me.

He took me to the pool and pushed me into the water. The water refreshed me immediately. He jumped into the pool. He continued to stroke me and I smiled in gladness. He helped me to look at the new text on my cuffs. It said 'First Girl'.

I thought that my Owner had other slaves until he explained its meaning. I was on the first place in his heart. It was so good to hear his words. The remembrance of the torture flew away.

We sleep on the beach this night. I slept well in his strong arms.

Prison

I woke up on the cross. I could not feel anything in my shoulder but pain. It was no wonder, as I was sleeping with lifted above my head hands. I was trying to push myself upward on the cross and I did it as much or as little as it was possible.

I heard footsteps. My Owner approached me. He asked me how I had slept. I told about the pain in my shoulder. He touched them to check if I was all right. His touch usually made me happy but now I felt sharp pain as his fingers sank into my body.

Then he placed the cross in vertical position and pushed it to the door. He was staring at my body for some minutes.

Suddenly, he unbound me from the cross and ordered me to follow him. We went to a prison and tried the cells. It took much time, but it was very interesting.

When we finished, my Owner bound me in the cross. The he got a vibrator and pushed it deep inside me. It was painful as the hard dildo broke the way in my pussy. He said he would leave me on the cross until next morning.

Pipe

I woke up feeling that My Owner was staring at me. Suddenly, the chains twitched my body. My Owner raised the cross. I stood still bound. He enjoyed looking at me on the cross.

He grabbed my hair and forced me to lift my head and to look at his face. The he pushed his fingers into my mouth and touched my teeth. I feel the taste of his hand clearly.

Then, without warning he got a small pipe and tried to push it down through my throat. It was very frightening and very painful. The pipe was soft, but hurt me much. I was in panic. I retched. He continued pushing the pipe. I had panic attack; I could hear her voice, but I did not understand their meaning.

In the end, my Owned pulled out the pipe of my mouth and dropped on the floor. He went to the other room. I did not know what he was doing there. I was very busy with breathing. Fear still shook my body.

My Owner returned holding a box in his hand and he offered me to eat. I was still frightened. I did not want to eat. I did not know what he held in the box. He realized my horror and calmed me down showing what was in the box. It was just a bottle of honey. He took a spoon and gave me honey to eat. He gave me some water to drink. I calmed down. After eating he washed my teeth.

My Owner pushed the cross out of the house to the court. Then he left me. I followed him with my eyes. He went to the sea and swam. After it, he returned to me and started to play with my hair. I liked it and I was sure that he liked to touch my soft hair, too. Then he got scissors still playing with my hair. I was afraid that he wanted me to be bald. I did not want to be bald. I liked my hair and I liked the way as my hair changed my appearance. He lifted the scissors and he cut the clothes off from my body. I was naked, but still bound. I turned my head and checked if there was anybody around we were alone.

He was doing something with my cuffs. I felt small strikes and I knew that he was changing the text on my cuffs. I tried to listen to them, but the cuffs were too far from my eyes. I could not see the new text.

He left me on the cross for this night.

Humiliated

We were walking around and then my Owner ordered me to go to three different persons and offer my breasts for pinching. I hesitated. I did not understand why he wanted to give me to unknown persons. He stared at me and told me that it would be enough if I would shake my breasts without a word.

I obeyed. I shook my breasts before a man and I was waiting. It was so humiliating. I beheld my Owner looking at me from the first floor. I understood that he did not want to give me to others. He just wanted to humiliate me. I did not want him to be disappointed. The man, before who I stood did not show any sign of interest. I went to the other person and I lifted my tits for him. The result was the same. But, I was standing. My degradation increased as the time passed. Then I stepped away. I stroke my full breasts for the third man and looked at his feet. I blushed in humiliation. I did not receive any answer, so I returned to my Owner.

We returned home, where he bound me to a cross. Then he placed the cross in horizontal position to let me sleep more comfortable and left.

New Home

My Owner showed me his new home. It stood on an island. The island was still almost empty. I thought other citizens would arrive soon and rent a land near the beautiful beach.

My Owner told me about his plan for today. He was still not sure what to do. He wanted to go to dance. ZPTools and its server should have to be installed. He wanted to go to play with me on a public BDSM place. He was thinking for some moments and then he went away. Soon, he sent me tp and I arrived to an interesting place. I could see flowers around and the huge entrance of the tunnel. We walk in the tunnel. I did not know where we were, so, my Owner told me that it was the place, where Arta had taken me and had ordered to satisfy men with my mouth.

Soon, we arrived to the room with cages.

My Owner decided to sleep here. We went to bed after I caressed him.

Offline Thank

I did not want to start the year with offline post, but I have to. My last post of the last year was modified. Maybe, there are other modifications, too. I do not know.

I do not keep any money on my google account. Therefore, it is not worth grabbing my password. My account does not contain money, but it contains a lot of work. I ask everybody having fun with getting passwords not to brother me. I am not a computer engineer; breaking my account is not a real trophy. Please, leave me alone. If you do not like about what I write, just do not read. That is all.

I am not very good at English, so writing an average post including checking demands more than an hour. I know that my posts contain mistakes and my English is not the best. I do not mind if your hobby is finding glitch in the blog. If you indeed like it and if it makes you happy, then please do so. You can add comment expressing your disapproval. I will not delete or modify such posts.

You can also seek marks of evil conspiracy in my blog. You can think that I am liar or bad person. You can be happy for it, too. I am not against it. I am also glad that you play with my blog.

I just ask not to wreck my work. I am weak to start it again.

I want to say thank to my friend, who warned me. It is good to have such friends who inform me instead of other. Who wanted to help me and did not want to play role of great private dick.

So, beat me, kick me and comment my posts in bad style, if you like. Just do not ruin my work; I beg you.