Yet another Second Life blog...

 I sat kneeling facing the wall in the basement of my Mistress's home. Well not just her basement, her dungeon to be exact. No one ever came out of the basement unmolested, most of the time we had trouble walking right when we left. Behind me I could hear her tightening up the harness for her strap on. Off to the sides were her cameras sat up to stream our activities live.  "Finish your bottle of water. It's been a while since I've let you eat anything solid so I want you to have something on your stomach to throw up." I nodded my head, "Yes Mistress". This was a tell tale sign that it was going to be a hard night for me. Raising the bottle to my lips I drank the last of it down. Then I heard her footsteps coming up behind me. Suddenly a heavy long rubber object dropped over my shoulder. It was huge and it's shape unmistakable.  "Do you know what this is?" her voice like ice. "Yes Mistress."  "Then tell me." "It...

I never really paid attention to how much wine we had went through. Quite a bit I would think, everything was so warm,fuzzy and fun right now. Just Mistress, Sis and I in the living room. We were dancing together listening to the radio play while a set of club lights, much to big for this room, filled everything with color. We had been pulling each others clothes off and making each other wear what we thought would be funny or cute. Mistress was in my cheerleader skirt and matching long gloves and that was it. I was down to a pair of purple thigh highs stockings, black heels and a crop top shirt that said "Owned" across the front. My panties were in Mistress's hand and she was holding them like a prize after pulling them off of me with her teeth. Sis was fuzzy pink boots, wearing a big black strap on that was swinging around, a buttplug in her ass that had a horse tail and super tight black tube top. We looked like fools and were dancing like fools as well. All four web...

I was leaning over Sis's backside holding her ass cheeks apart as Mistress pumped her strapon into her in a steady pace. All I could do was watch in awe as that black ribbed monster vanished over and over again into that now gaped open butthole. Sis squirmed under me and let out muffled squeals into the ball gag in her mouth. "More spit dear I don't want her to dry out to much." I nodded and spit on her rubber dick a few more times. One thing Mistress wasn't fond of was using lube if she could avoid it. Fortunately I drooled like a Saint Bernard when I was turned on and watching my Sis get her ass opened up was really turning me on. Now the reason she prefers using spit has two points, one it enforces a control issue over whoever she is domming, two is because that toy will be leaving that asshole and going into somebodies mouth soon and she wants them to taste ass... not lube. I know I'll be sucking my Sis's backdoor flavor off of it soon, which is a...

 Sometimes I can't help but to be a -gasp- smart ass in chat.  Especially with guys who just open up with this level of discussion.  Names have been omitted... unless someone wants to see them, then I may post up this up unedited. clueless male 1: any nasty anal sluts here clueless male 1: IM me for fun other female: lolziesz ^^' clueless male 2: or me clueless male 2: lol ;-) Potosi Abonwood: Maybe you two guys could get together adn find out things about yourselves that you didn't know about. other female: HAHAHA!!!!! clueless male 1: no anal sluts? wth Potosi Abonwood: Sure let me get my strap on and I'll take care of your ass. It's shaped like a horse dick, is that okay?