Leash Attached

I opened my eyes in the cell. The door of the cell opened. I stepped out. My Owner was away. I decided to upgrade my collar and visit some shops hoping that I may have found Christmas gift. I was busy with my thought while I was stepping from the cage when I felt something pulling me back toward the cage. It was my leash.


I did not went shopping and so, I had time to wish every my friends Happy New Year.

Meeting my Owner Again

I had been away for some months and when I returned I was afraid. I was not sure if my Owner still wanted me. Fortunately, he was very kind and he understood my problems. He allowed me to stay with him as his slave.

I was the luckiest slave all over the world.

He did not whip me at this time. We were travelling in SL. He tied me to different bondage devices. We visited RLV Bondage playground, where I learned that my Owner had read about this place in my blog. *smiles


I was bound in the snowy playground, and then we visited the cells. My Owner did not want me to catch cold in the snow.


At the end of the day we returned home. My Owner opened a cage and told me to go in. He closed the door. I spend the night in the cage.

A Dog to Love

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Whipping Day

My Owner suspended me and started whipping. I had to count each strikes and tell what part of my body was hit. He beat me systematically my legs and back first, then my breasts and stomach was beaten. When I was covered with marks again, my Owner grabs my hair and leaded me to a corner of his land. I was struggling on my knees to follow him.


We had to do some administration tasks in order to have full control of his land. When we were ready, my Owner was so kind to allowing me to use my mouth on him. I was very thankful. It was wonderful feeling to have his growing penis in my mouth and to turn it to a volcano.

Whipping Marks

Next day, my Owner whipped me. I knew he wanted to whip my body and this feeling made me excited. He ordered me to undress and then he closed my trembling body in the stocks. Almost immediately, I heard whizz and felt fire on my stretched bottom. I was weeping under the strikes of my Owner’s whip.


When all part of my body flamed in pain, my Owner opened the stocks and leaded me by my hair to two columns. I stood between the columns and waited while my Owner secured me to them. Then he asked me who I was. He started to whip me not waiting for my answer. I answered that I was his slave, his pig, his object. I answered weeping as the whip strikes me again and again. My Owner liked my answers except one. He told me that I was a pig only when I was in play pen.

Then I had to tell who my Owner was for me. I told that he was my Ruler, my Master, my Lord, my Life. It took long time, when my Owner finished beating my bottom and back. He then took some break to turn my body, and he continued whipping my breasts and pussy.

After whipping each inch of my naked body was covered with red marks. I proudly went to bed as I knew that my Owner enjoyed my suffering and he gave me gift, the flaming marks on my body.

Pig

I posted last time very long time ago. I have visited SL rarely since my last post. It happened to me some interesting things during this time and I promise I will tell you everything later. Now, I would like to write about my last Master. Now, I feel that I found the proper Master and I hope I can serve him for long.

We were talking in IM and I felt that he wanted to know me. Most of the Dominants I met were not interested in me. They needed only my avatar, my body to use according to their own need. They did not care about my feelings at all. You can say that it is the slavery, the real slavery. So, maybe I am not a real slave, I am rather a romantic slave, especially that I want to be a permanent slave. I am sure I can put up with almost anything as a part time slave. This talk was different I would have wanted to submit permanently. I felt lucky to talk with him.

The only problem was that he had a girlfriend and I did not wanted to serve with a sister. We were very different time zones, and he assured me that I would serve alone and I would never meet his girlfriend. I did not agree as I had served a good Dom having more slaves beside me. We had split up for this reason. I did not want to make the same mistake. So, we remained only friends.

Next time we met, we continued talking about each other. I learned that

• he likes their slaves to crawl;
• her last slave had introduced him into humiliation and now he likes it;
• he likes her slaves to wear mask;
• he likes bondage slaves;
• he likes whipping, caning.

The more we talked the better I would have liked to be his slave. We were talking when I was teleported away. I did not understand what happened; then I remembered that I still wore RDF Tracker. Somebody teleported me to his location. This person stood near me. I was hesitating not knowing what to do. I did want me to be used. But, on the other hand, I would have liked to continue our broken conversation. I did not have to do anything as the person who called me remained silent and a minute later, he disappeared.

I returned to my friend and after some sentences, I told him that I would have tried to be his slave if he wanted. He gave me a note card with a list of BDSM activities. I had to place a mark to each activity to show how I liked or disliked it. He was waiting and helped me in case of necessity while I was filling out the note card.

Then he took me home. I looked around. I could not see a house. We were standing in the middle of the groomed filed. There were different cages, crosses and different torture devices. My Owner ordered me to crawl into the play pen. I did not know what pen meant in this environment. Pen is a tool to write, is not it? *smiles


My Owner kindly explained the meaning of the word pen. So, I was in the pen and my Owner closed the door. I still stood all fours and looked up at him waiting for his order. I did not want to wait much. He told me that I was a pig and I had to behave like a pig. I was rolling in the mud feeling my Owner’s eyes on my dirty body. He told me how dirty I was. I glimpsed at him many times with mud in my hair telling that I was a pig. I thought he enjoyed it. So did I.

My Owner opened the gate of the pen and grabbed my hair. He dragged me by my hair to a simplified shower where he washed the mud off from my body with very cold water. I became clear and ready to be whipped. My Owner warmed my body with a whip. The whip left long dark marks on my rich tits.

At the end of the day my I dreamt of the next day with my Owner.

Dress Code

On the second day of my slavery, my Owner did not log in. I was browsing my inventory in search of the clothes which reveal my pussy or my breasts. I did not want to look like a whore at all. Therefore, I would like to find something which can be clothed in any non PG sims.

While I was trying clothes, I accidentally took off my collar. Of course, I put it back as quickly as I could. Then I suddenly received an IM from my Master. It was strange as I saw him offline. He explained that he was talking to me with e-mails. He asked why I had removed my collar. I explained him begging for mercy. He was very kind to me and I was not punished. Unfortunately, he told me that he could not come to me this day.

I would have wanted to serve him so much. But, on the other hand, I had time to find proper clothes. I put on the sexiest clothes before I went to sleep.

Owned Again

I was unowned, again. I went back to BR and waited. It was not so amusing to stand and wait. I was observing others and I realized that many people show their group label not only their name. I quickly activated one of my favorite groups and above my head a label appeared saying that “I need a Master”.

It was a good idea as in some minutes I was talking with four different people. I often feel uncomfortable to have conversations with different people at the same time. I knew that I would be a slave only one of them and I hate to refuse offers of nice people. But, there were nothing to do; I agreed to go with the person who had sent me IM first.

He sent me a teleport and accepting it I found myself in a skybox floating above the Slave Island. I had visited the Slave Island before but I had been to shy to join. He leaded me in a room and sat down at a throne. I had to kneel at his feet.

He was very kind and as our conversation was evolving I became sure that he would be the proper owner for me. He told me that he found me attractive. He did not repeat it too many times as some people did. Maybe it was the reason that I indeed believed that he liked me. He was interested in my limits, but I felt that he had read my profile. He also gave me possibility to ask questions.

I felt very good and I was very happy. He wanted me to undress and kneel back. So, we continued our conversation with excitement.

He told me about the rules I had to follow and about his expectations.

• I must kneel almost all the time. If I have to stand up then I must ask for permission to do so.
• I must greet him first when he will e online.
• I must address him Master.
• I am not allowed to cover myself with clothes. Either my pussy or my breasts must be uncovered. I can wear clothes sheer clothes if it can be seen through it or a skirt without lingerie.
• I must address other people as Miss or Sir. However, it does not mean that they can use me. If they want me then they have to ask him first.
• I am not allowed to be too chatty and I should not be rude.
• If we are together and somebody IMs me then I must report it to him.
• I must change my profile. I was on trial so I was not his slave yet. It must be written in my profile.

I was very happy and very excited when we went to bad.

Reminiscence – The New Old Master

I was standing at BR, when I received an IM from a man. Our conversation was strange. He asked me why I was unable to find a Master. It was not the most polite question I had ever heard. I answered that there should have been better slaves than me around.

Soon, he offered me to take to his home. I was sure that I had never been there, but the style of furniture looked familiar. He allowed me to sit on a pillow near his feet. He suddenly asked why I would have liked to become his slave. “Why me?” he added. Well, after about a five minute of conversation, it was the question impossible to answer. I could only tell that I wanted be a slave so much.

He showed me around in his house. I learned that the sleeping room was forbidden area for me. He had a nice dungeon, which style looked familiar, too. Near the dungeon, there was a room, maybe a living room, I do not know. In this room, there were three cells.

We continued talking in this room. He told me his rules:

• I must be naked at home and wear collar, cuffs and high heels.

• I must address him “my Lord”.

• My body must be oiled.

Then I asked some question. I wanted to be sure if my online time was acceptable for him. I also asked if he accept my limits. He said that he read them in my profile and they were all right for him.

After my questions, he told me more rules to keep:

• It is “forbidden to touch your cunt, clit, breast, asshole (except to wash) and cum” without his permission.

• I must show in my profile that I am on trial.

• He said once again that I must have always worn my collar, cuffs.

• I always must use RLV.

My Owner told that he liked piercings, tattoos and oiled body. So, I would be pierced, tattooed and branded in 2 weeks. He told me that the length of my trial period is 2 weeks.

Then it was my turn to ask questions, as he allowed me to ask three more questions. I asked how I should have behaved when he was offline. The answer frightened me. I would be caged and chained when I am alone. In addition, I was not allowed to IM or to speak.

I asked if he wanted me to isolate from my friends forever. He assured me that after my training he would keep me not so strict. Then I would not be caged when he would be offline and I would be allowed to speak with my friends, too.

I realized that I was whispering. I had no idea why I did not speak. I asked him. He ignored my question and I decided that it was one of the errors of SL. Actually, it was the first sign of warning, as he forced me to whisper. I did not know it at that time.

The end of the day, he ordered me to go to a cell naked. He stepped inside to bind my cuffs. My hands were secure behind my back. He asked me if I had a gag ball. Hearing my answer he ordered me to put it on. When I was ready, he locked the gag ball. Then he closed and locked the door of my cell and left me alone.

Next day, I woke up in the cell alone. I was not allowed to IM. I was unable to open my map, minimap. Even my friend list was unreachable for me. I sent him an IM with my greetings and I got to know that he was offline. I spend two long hours alone in the cage.

Next day, I realized that he IMed me. According to indicated time, he was online much after our agreed time. His answer was strange.

When I had left SL a day before my last IM was: “My Lord, I was waiting for you for more than an hour. I do not know what I did wrong that you had left me alone and you are punishing me with so strict isolation.”

He answered in three IMs:

• “empty cell”

• “came too lete”

• “waits”

Reading my answers I was sure that we had met before. I had an owner, who had left me alone for a week. He had never been online and he had left me such messages making me guilty. He had left me answers in such style. I had escaped from him on the fourth day, as he had not used me at all. He had been very angry with me blaming only me. Well, my online time is indicated clearly on my profile.

I did not want to deal with it. I hoped that he would use me now. But, when I looked around, I saw a girl kneeling in the corner of the room. I wanted to IM him that I did not want to serve with others, as it was written on the first page of my profile. But, I was not able to open my mouth, because he forced me to kneel with my collar. I IMed him asking politely not to do it. He did not answer. I IMed him once again telling that he was breaking my limit. He did not know about what limit I was talking. Well, he seemed to be a really caring Master. I explained it to him. We were talking in IMs, out of character.

He did not care of my limits at all, as he answered “1- next time kneel at once in front of me”, “2- no need to be that rude when talking”. Of course, I would have knelt before him if he had told me such rule. I did not understand why “Please, do not force me into poses with my collar.” was rude, especially if it was told out of character.

I asked him to stop it once more. He did and he ejected me from his group. I could receive some information about the place where I was, as he opened the lock on my RLV. I checked the owner of the land. Do you know who the land owner was? The same person, who was once my master.

So, if you want an owner who breaks your limit and does not care with you at all, then find Lebourreau Beaumont. But if you search for a true Master, then it is better to avoid him as far as you can.

Reminiscence – Slave Princess

My new Owner took me to his home. I was teleported there, so I could examine only interior of his home. It looked like a tower and was built in style of Stars Wars. He talked to me very politely; I felt like we had a date or similar.

He told me to sit on the table. He told me how beautiful I was and he assured me that I would not be harmed. When I asked about the rules, his answer was rather unusual. The first rule was about my clothes. I had to wear panties and bra all the time as he did not want “others getting any ideas with” me.

When I told her that I felt like a princess not a slave, he assured that I was a princess. Then he started to undress me very gently and kiss my naked body. Well, I am not a hard luck slave.

Next day, I logged in and was banned from his home. Some days later, he sent me IM and told that he wanted me again.

Reminiscence – Hunted Down

After leaving Bondage Playground, I did not know where to go. I was very disappointed. I had dreamt of serving at BP so much. I did not feel good at BP, now, especially, that it was my former Master’s favorite place.

I went to Bondage Ranch, again. There were dozens of slaves around as always. It was a surprise when I received an IM. A nice person IMed me and we started to learn each other. He was ready to accept me to be his slave. He also wanted a trial period for us.

He asked me to go to a CARP like place, where he would chase me. I agreed, however I was afraid of emotes. I used to visit hunting places and I knew that many predators and preys loved to emote. Well, I do not have anything against emote, but, that time I did not really want to meet an emote fan. After a minute of hesitation, I agreed.

We went a Hunt area, where I had to put on gorean meter and I could go out to the arena as I joined the necessary group. He gave me a start and I could hide behind ruins. He was not able to come to me close enough in first minutes. Then, I decided to leave ruins. It was a mistake. He shot very well, so, I felt as the arrow went through my body. I continued running heading back to the ruins. He was an amazing hunter; I received two more painful arrows in my naked body.

I reached the ruin; but, he did not let me go. Soon, I felt on the ground. Then he bound my body tight. I behave proudly and I was talking to him like a queen to a peasant. Then, I was struggling and tried to escape.

He took me to a torture chamber when I was bound to a bondage device. He was beating me until I obeyed. Then he unbound me and let me alone among the stone walls.

Unfortunately, next day he was absent. I was waiting for him vainly. While I was alone, a dominant man met me. He is my current Master.

Reminiscence – In Search of a Harem

I used to serve for a week. It was easier from more aspects. I had only few limits. I did not want to switch and I wanted to be used not just left alone. I was sure I could handle everything. I did not mind what Owner I had. The worst part was the search of a person, who accepted me as a slave. It was indeed hard.

Now, I want to be a permanent slave. It does count what Owner I will have. Almost every Dom offers a trial period. I keep permanent relationship very seriously. I do not want to serve this trial period and then run away. I would like to have a working relationship based on mutual respect and mutual trust.

Yes, if a slave must trust in her Owner, then the Owner must trust in his slave. There is no point to start a relationship, if trust is missing. What do I mean under mutual respect? Some Doms do not want me. They want only a plastic girl, which can be formed according to their needs. They do not want a human being with personality, with feelings. I would like to have a relationship, where I am able to submit.

Many people think what kind of slave I can be. A real slave must obey and must do everything what his Master wants. Is it right? Maybe, there are such slaves. Maybe, such slaves will serve their Owners. I do not know. I do not have so deep submissive feelings. All I want to promise is that I will not lie to my Owner and I will try to serve to please he better. But, I cannot change my personality. If you accept it, then you can be sure that I do not watch TV in RL, if you cage me in SL. If you cage me, then I will wait for you there. I will not log off if I do not like how you treat me.

So, I received IM from a man in Bondage Ranch. I did not like the way he started the conversation. Why are you unowned if you are obedient slave? I do not think it is the best first question. What should I answer? Should I tell I am not obedient either I am a wrong slave? The next question was about my RLV, as it was not switched on that time. But, I decided to give a try to our relationship.

He told me he has other slave. We were staying at BR. I was kneeling at his feet. We did not talk a lot. I like long hairstyles. He wanted me to have my hair cut short. He did not want it because he liked short hair. He said it is because he could access my collar better. I met a new sister slave each day and all they had long hair. I always allow my Owner to check my position on the map. He wanted more. He wanted me to allow editing my object. I do not really know the power of this function. I allowed it for him, but I did not like it at all. We spoke in IMs instead of public chat.

Next day, I met his first slave. We did not talk much. They had a conversation in IM. Then a girl left us. My Owner told that she was not my sister any longer, as she did not want to serve together with other slaves. I felt terrible. She left because of me; I did not want it. His behavior was very strange. He was not sad at all. He told me SL relationships ended quickly. Slaves come and go. We had very different points of view.

We spent together six days. Every day was a routine. I woke up and greeted him. He sent me a TP. He always was a very laggy crowded place, where slaves searched for Owner: BR or House of V. I took minutes or more to teleport to my Master. Once, he did not believe that BR was full and I could not teleport there.

He had a new slave each they. These slaves left him after a day. I was forbidden to IM and he never uses public chat. I usually was kneeling at his feet. My sister was kneeling near me. We were unable to speak each other as IMs were forbidden. He had a conversation with us separately in IM. He did not left laggy places, as he wanted more than two slaves.

On one day, he took me to a park, where he met his former sub. He did not care of me. He paid all his attention to this girl.

On the 6^th day, when I arrived to my Master, two girls were kneeling at my Master’s feet. I asked him about them. He had forgotten one of them; the other was my new sister. I told him that I did not enjoy my servitude.

He did not believe me. He was sure that I must have like kneeling silently in laggy places while he was searching for other women. He told it was my fault as I did not like sex. Well, I never said I did not like sex. I did not like when there was only sex and nothing more in a BDSM relationship. He was very angry at me.

This evening, I met the other girl who had been kneeling at his feet. She left him after a day as other girls had done. We became friends with her.

Emote Queen

I woke up near my Master. He forced me to come close by pulling my leash hard. He told me ha had a gift for me and I was ordered to find it on him. Of course, I should have done it kneeling still. His style of clothing was very strange. He has different hanging things attached to his body. So, it was not an easy tasks to find something gift looking on his body. After long minutes of search, he gave me a gag ball. It was unique gag ball. He mad it. It took some other minutes while I mad it fit to my mouth.

My Master liked if I was struggling with my ropes. Now, I emoted how I felt wearing the gag ball.

“Nia Preez moves her lips around the ball trying to find the most comfortable place for the ball”. “Nia Preez tries to be still and not move her mouth to avoid the pressure in her mouth”. He did not like it; he wanted me to emote with his phrase “cute gaged sound”. I did not know how he meant it. He explained me showing pictures. In the picture, he gave me, was a gagged girl saying “mmm mmm mmm”.

Great! It was our third day together and I had learned that my favorite hairstyle looked ugly, my outfit was wrong, my emotes were short. Besides, I did not feel like a slave at all. My Master wanted only to chat with me in IMs while he was sitting and I was kneeling. I was very exciting serving in such a nice BDSM related place like Bondage Playground. I thought we would be part of BP. I thought I would meet other slaves and Doms. Instead, I was kneeling still and IMimg. I like public play very much. It was so close to me yet it was unreachable for me.

I mentioned all my doubts to my Master. He did not get my point at all. He was busy with himself now as he has been busy only with his own needs and desires since I had become his slave. He said he liked to hang out at BP and I did not like BP. Therefore, he allowed me to go. It was strange. I did like BP. It was one of my favorite places when I was younger. I still like it. However, I am not sure when I will go there next time.

Well, I know how to emote and I do it. But, I have to admit I am not an emote queen. I like SL in whole. The environment, other people are also part of the experiment SL can give us. I am far from being a big emote girl, who make you horny with my emotes only. I also want more than a simple chat.

Punished

I showed my Master the collar I got. It was the first time I put on it, as my Master had locked my old collar. It did not fit very well; I adjusted it quickly. I like long hair, but it covered part of the collar. Therefore, I asked my Owner to allow me to pin up my hair. He did not like the way I made my updo. He ordered me to cut off my hair. Well, I have short hairstyles and I had worn I sometimes. I could only hope that my Master would allow me to wear long hair in the future.

So, I showed my first collar. It was a leather collar but without a ring. My Owner asked me to show the next one. I put it on. The second collar was made of leather and had a ring but the collar was covered with small metal plans. There was a crowed at BP. While the collar was rezzing, my Owner asked if I had more collars. Of course, I had. I had taken many different collars having something common with my Master’s description.

SL did not like me and kicked me out. I returned as quickly as I could. I received my Master’s message. He realized my crashing. My formal Owners after crashing asked if I got their last message. Now, my Master did not ask it and as I had his last IM, I supposed I missed nothing. My Master beat my breasts hard. According to his emote it was a punishment. I was confused. He did not say that I was a punishment, he only emoted it. Actually, I should not have to know about it. But, I was so surprised that I asked it. It was long conversation between us, when I realized that I missed one IM when I crashed. He told me that it was my fault as I had to suggest he IMed me. He told me I would ask about his last IM in case of crash. Well, crashing is an OOC expression. Of course, I agreed to do so, even if it is OOC. But, it was the first time I had felt the lack of care. My Master did not care about me. He just used me. It was all right, as I was only a slave.

So, my new collar was a leather collar without a ring.

My Owner wanted me to show my tattoo. I had to take off my short and walk in panties for about two minutes. Then he allowed me to go to bed.

Heaven and Hell Again

I was alone, so I decided to visit my favorite places from my past. Do you remember what my favorite was? It is Heaven and Hell. This place was rebuilt when I last visited.

Now, when I arrived I see the original structure of Heaven and Hell. I was walking in this sim for about an hour. It worth visiting it as you can find what you like for sure. Heaven and Hell offers separated halls for different need from bondage to golden shower.

The most interesting is that in the club you can use any poles and cages to dance and tip jars as well. So, go there and enjoy it.

Tattoo and Collar

My Owner was offline. First, I made a tattoo above my butt. Well, I did it alone and I did not feel any excitement at all.

Then I went to Open Collar Temple as I was told to. I did not find the collar my Master had wanted. Therefore, I got some similar types.

Approved Outfits

I met my Master at Bondage Playground. He sat around the campfire as always. I knelt before him. Kneeling is interesting pose in SL. Kneeling almost always mean sitting on the feet. I prefer the other way of kneeling. I like to stand on my knees so that my butt does not reach my feet. If you have ever tried it, then you know that kneeling such way is very hard. After some minutes, you feel growing in every second pain in your knees. I do not have much RL experience. However, the pain caused by kneeling such way still lives clearly in my memory.

My Master wanted me to kneel deeper, so I sat down at my feet. My Owner was satisfied with my position. He smiled and asked me to repeat the rules he had told me last time. I answered proudly. My hair was long shining, but my Owner did not like it. I had to change it. He still was not happy, but he did not want to waste more time on my hair. He told me that I would do a hair show for him, soon.

He took me to a shop and showed me a hidden box, which was part of a hunting game. Then he showed me tattoo displayed in the shop, explaining that I would have to find the same tattoo among the items in the box and wear it next time. I have never worn tattoo. Then I did not realize that this tattoo could play the similar role like brand in Gor. Well, I am still not sure. But, I would like to believe, as having a sign of my Master make me feel special.

We went back to BP. My Master untied me, as I was still bound. Then he told me that I could wear clothes only if he approved it for me. My sexy red outfit was approved. He wanted me to show other clothes. I supposed that he prefer sexy clothes. So, I put on one of my sexiest outfits. He ordered me to take off the clothes at once. He told these clothes were too sexy and I had to hide my body. I gladly put on one of my favorite casual outfit. He approved it.

When we finished with my outfit, my Owner ordered to suck his fingers. I did it as obediently as I could. Others were sitting around us. Unfortunately, my Master liked to communicate in IMs. So, I obeyed him not feeling to be humiliated.

My Master told me to put on my collar. He did not like my collar, either. He ordered me to find a leather collar with a metal ring, when I would be alone.

Before going to sleep I was allowed to ask some question. I learned something about my Owner. I also got to know that my emotes were too short. Well, I never liked emotes lasting pages, but, of course, I will do my best.

Owned at Bondage Playground

I visited some times the Bondage Playground. I was talking with the person I met there. I mentioned him in the previous post. He told me that he wanted to try how submissive I was. But, I was in waiting of the presence of my current Owner, who was of course away.

Today, my friend from BP IMed again asking if I were owned. That time I was free again. He offered me to try me out if I went to BP. I did not hesitate.

He told me to drop on my knees. Then he ordered me to kiss his boots. He wanted to know how I could emote. Oh, I love to kiss my Owner’s boot. *smiles

He asked me about my limits and what I liked. I answered as I could. Of course, I mentioned that I did not want to be forced into different position using my collar or any other rlv type items.

He agreed with it saying that he wanted to bind me with rope instead of cuffs. I did not have against it anything. He also mentioned that he liked to keep me on leash. Oh, I love it, too!

He did not waste our time, he tied a rope around my body exposing my breasts and holding my hands tight besides my back. When he finished, he ordered me to kiss his boots again. It was more difficult to lean and kiss his boots with tight ropes around my body. But, I loved it. I loved to smell the odor of the leather boots.

He told me that I had to kneel always when he was near me. ((He also wanted to use ‘you’ instead of his name when I emoted.))

He started to play with my nipples. I was so excited!

But, I wanted to know more about his needs and I asked for permission to ask some questions. So, I learned some the rules to follow:

• I shall address him Master or Sir.
• I shall greet him when he becomes online.
  
• I must kneel before him all the time.

I asked how I must have behaved when he was offline. He did not answer me clearly. He only said that he may have given me instruction, but now he wanted to handle me easier.

I want to be a slave, but I do not want to spend hours locked in a cage alone or wearing such outfit that I cannot visit places in SL. Of course, if my Owner online I want to be with him and he can do anything with me; I am ready to spend much time in a cage. But, when I am alone and I do not feel he enjoys my suffering it is not so good. It is not a protest. I just tell how I feel.

Keeping me alone restricted is a good form of punishment for me, as I do not enjoy it at all. *smiles

Oh, according to my Owner’s request, I changed my profile. As usually, I allowed my Owner to check my position on the map.

When it got too late and I asked him to allow me to go to bed, I learned that he wanted me to ask for me for permission. It seemed he enjoyed it a lot.

Reminiscence – Bondage Playground

Do you remember that one of my favorite places was Bondage Playground? I still belong to the group Bondage Playground Slaves.

I did not want to go to Bondage Ranch and wait for my Owner who never had come. I just remembered about the Bondage Playground. I made a quick search for the LM and teleported there. I took off my clothes and put on leather straps only. I remembered about the hanging display balls at BP. I loved to sit in them almost naked. The idea that I anybody could observe me made me very horny. It was early morning, so I was alone.

I left the display ball and tried a cross. Then I went back to the other display ball. When I was walking from the cross to the display ball, a man arrived. He called me to sit down near him, on the ground of course.

We were talking about SL about BDSM. I enjoyed the discussion. I liked the way he spoke. While we were talking, one of my old friends IMed me. He had found me using RDF Tracker and he had trained me like a pony.

He asked me to send teleport to him. He arrived and I was talking with two man. I do not like such situations. I always have pricks of conscience when I talk to more than one possible Owner. However, the conversation with my new friend was fairly neutral. He told me he liked lingerie and he asked me to put some nice lingerie. I have some awesome ones, however I do not even remember the time I wore them. So, it was not easy to find a nice one in my inventory.

Meanwhile, my old friend asked me to be his slave. I agreed.

Unfortunately, I had to leave and I never met my new Owner again. He just left me IMs making sure that he wanted me so much.

The Agent

I went to Bondage Ranch and I hoped somebody would want me to be his slave. I looked around. There were two or three Doms among dozens of slaves. My chances were not high.

I decided to stay for some more minutes. It was a good decision as in a minute I received an IM. The sender of the message was a woman, who asked me if I still was in search. When she got my answer she told me that she had a friend. This friend was searching for a slave, so if I wanted she could help. Of course, I wanted it.

I thought she would invite him or gave his name to me. Instead she told me to put on a formal dress and go to a certain place. I changed my clothes with excitement quickly. I felt similar when I had been on the auction long long time ago. I chose a nice yet simple red gown. I knew I looked amazing. *smiles

I followed the landmark she gave and arrived to a ballroom. It was not a big one, but looked nice. There were only few people around. I was instructed to find a place and sit down until my Owner would come.

I was waiting for a minute or two, when I realized that somebody was approaching straight toward me. He looked handsome and wore elegant tuxedo. He touched my cheek and asked if I was ready. I was so excited I could only smile at him.

He took me his home and leaded straight into the sleeping room. I dropped a gaze at the bondage device, which stood in front of the large bed. He asked me to undress and lay down on the bondage device.

I obeyed and closed my eyes, when he secured my arms and legs. He started to play with my breasts and nipples rough. I moaned loudly feeling long waited pain in my naked body.

Then he stopped, opened my cuffs and told me that he had to go.

I was waiting for him naked standing by the bondage device even next day. He did not come just left me a message that he wanted me.

Desperate Housewife

I wake up in the sleeping room naked. I greeted my Owner in IM. He was also at home and he told me to go out to the yard.

I went to him and I sat on the ground at his feet. He was satisfied. I was sitting silently for a while, he did not say a single word for about five minutes. Then he ordered me to go back to the sleeping room and lay on the bed.

When I was ready, he ordered me to beg for coming to fuck me. I started begging. He enjoyed my words very much. When he was satisfied, he started to have sex with me. We were making love for almost an hour. It was very romantic. I felt like a housewife, who would have liked to make something new to make sex different. This difference was done by begging. Otherwise, we were like an old couple.

I admit that sex is part of a BDSM relationship. However, master – slave relationship is not a vanilla one. It contains some specific elements and it ignore some others. I was making love with sex because he told me he would have wanted to cum in RL, and it made me feel very interesting. I was proud to hear it. It made me horny as well. But, I felt shame, too. These mixed feelings made our sex unusual.

When he was satisfied and wanted to start again asking me to suck him. I reminded him about my limits related to vanilla sex. I know I failed again as a slave. I had to obey and suck him, especially because I like to feel my partner’s hardness in my mouth. But, I wanted to feel I was a slave. I wanted to be humiliated.

He ordered me to wait while he was seeking BDSM related place. He thought it was necessary as he did not have any supporting devices at home. Well, a real Dom can deal without tools, cannot he?

He was searching for BDSM place for some minutes and then he teleported me. I look around in a place where I arrived. It was not a torture chamber neither a field with strange devices. It more looked like a romantic place for loving couples.

He kept me on the very short leash; I was unable to follow him. He was walking from room to room, hurrying, searching for something, silently. I was running, flying, falling after him as my leash ruled. He did not find what he was searching, so he teleported on the lower level. My collar was still attached to a change holding in his hand. When he teleported, the chain on my collar took me away from the teleport device. I could not obey his command; I was unable to go after him, as the teleport device was unreachable to me. He sent me direct teleport, that way I arrived to the lower level.

Here, we visited each room seeking somewhat, hurrying. There was different furniture for lovers, nothing else.

He ordered me to kneel and he pissed on my naked body. With warm pee on my face, I asked permission to go to bed. My Owner allowed it.

Forgettable

I almost forgot this day. It was our third day with my new Owner.

Nothing interesting happened. We had sex; that is all.

Second Day of Servitude

I was searching for cages to my new home as my Owner had mentioned it. I would have visited old places, but many of them had gone others had been smaller. At least, I found new BDSM store. It was not large, but it contained different goods like animations, cages, whips. I was discovering this shop when my Owner arrived and called me home.

When I arrived, he forced me to kneel with my collar. Oh, how much I hate it. If you follow my blog, then you must know my opinion about it. Maybe, it is why a slave can hardly find Owners. Maybe, Doms just create a second avatar and play with them using collar or RLV. *smiles

In my life, obedience is very important. I love to obey. I love to feel control over my mind not over my avatar. There is no need to obey if my avatar is forced to change poses. In such cases, I can be AFK or just walk away. Such Owners will not realize my absence. It is one of my hard limits. It is one of the most important limits.

My Owner told some new rules to follow. I must wear only straps when I am at home. I must sit on the ground, at his feet at home.

Then my Owner took me to the sleeping room, where he made love with me. We were having sex for almost an hour. We were like a loving couple, without any kink. However, there was something I hate. I enjoy serving orally. I do not like when my Owner wants to eat me. However, I know men like it. Of course, I can be eaten if I can please my Owner such way. But, he told me to keep his head hard on my pussy and no to let him move. I was told to force his head against my hips. I obeyed but it totally turned me off. I tried to keep his head carefully without causing pain or discomfort. But, he told me to be tough. I could not obey. I want my Owner to be a real Dominant. Not just a poor man defeated by a slave. I want to feel that my Owner is superior on me. In this situation he was my slave and I was his Owner. Fortunately, he changed his position and we continue our vanilla sex.

Owned again

I was standing and waiting for IMs at the Bondage Ranch. Yes, I was waiting for them; I never sent the first IM. I am too shy to do it. Maybe, it sounds strange, but it is true. I am very shy. So, do not wait for my first IM. *smiles

I spent most of my online time at Bondage Ranch searching for a Dom. I met interesting people. I talked only with few of them. Unfortunately, I did not find my Owner. Most of Doms have some special requests like RL interactions and they can be choosy having unique requests as there are so many unowned slaves.

This day, I received an IM. I checked the sender’s profile. He had a slave. It is bad for me, as I do not want to serve with others and I do not want to be one slave from the harem. I used to dream of it, but I had bad experience and it changed me. It changed me maybe not forever, but I do not want to serve with others for a while. I am going to write about this experience in one of the posts of Reminiscence series.

I told him about this problem. After the long break, he IMed me again saying that I had broken up with his slave, as he found me more attractive. Well, I do not like people who are able to decide so quickly in important questions. I believe that questions concerning relationships are always important. Also dumping the partner because there is a new partner who is more beautiful... Well, I do not know what to say. Especially, I must be silent because I accepted his offer.

He took me to his home, which was a skybox. His home was simple yet pretty. Looking at his home, you cannot tell that its owner has something common with BDSM lifestyle. It was an ordinary house without dungeon and any bondage devices. My Owner even mentioned that he would buy some new furniture to keep me restrained.

I was allowed to look around. Then we were talking about the needs and rules. I learned that I would greet him in IM, when he would become online. I was allowed to walk in SL, if he was offline. I did the usual for me things, allowed him to check my position on the map, adding him to my collar.

He wanted me to undress. I obeyed and he was examined my naked body very carefully. Then he wanted me to serve him orally. I obeyed gladly.

Reminiscence – RDF Tracker

I really did not know what to do. It was so difficult to find an Owner. I had presumption that nobody wanted a slave for a week or two. One of my Owners said it was not easy to release a slave. It seemed that find a permanent Owner was not easy, neither. Having a slave requires care and this responsibility may frighten many people. I wanted real Owner not somebody who enjoyed watching me on a bondage device for hours.

I almost gave way to despair, when one of my friends send me a note card. This note card contained information a new device called RDF Tracker. The RDF Tracker is some kind of slave searching HUD. Wearing it Doms (and slaves also) can make search among avatars wearing an activated RDF HUD.

For the first time, you must configure the device giving some information about yourself. It is easy. I had only one problem, the RDF Tracker handles only photos taken in SL. So, if you have a nice photo uploaded by the good photograph as a texture then you cannot use it.

During the configuration process it is asked to give a brief description about yourself and your needs. So, be prepared. *winks

You can specify how others can interact with you. Others can see your online status. You can be tracked. Your future partner can send a message to you or he can teleport you without a word. There is a possibility to hear remotely what you are saying. Of course, you can allow or forbid these features.

The Tracker checks if you use RLV and maybe it offers additional features in this case.

When everything is ready, you can search for a Dom and of course, you can be found by Doms, too. The search functions are limited. First you must select the gender (male, female, both) of the target person. On the second level you can choose the required role of your future partner. Role can be slave, sub, pet, doll, Dom, predator or kidnapper.

So, I set up the Tracker and waited. Nobody called me on the first day.