Yet another Second Life blog...

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Saw this and it reminded me so much of Second Life. I mean SL is pretty much fantasy kink land without boundaries after all. Although I don't fit into any single one here lately I've been a mix of Puppy, Mutt and Fuckdoll. What category do you fall into the most?

“Such a nasty little slut.” Her words were like the breath of life to me, nothing made me prouder than hearing her say such things. My hair was pulled tight in her hands as she shoved my head into the johns ass. He was probably about 400 or more pounds, fat bastard, and my tongue was deep in his asshole. I've been there about ten minutes now slurping, lapping, tongue fucking and eating that dirty hole for everything I'm worth. His entire crack, and my face, was covered in my slobber as I drooled everywhere. Struggling for every little breath I cold get as my face got crammed in between those cheeks. “Oh damn Cully, you were right, this little bitch knows how to take care of a mans ass.” His words were mixed with a few moans. “But I need that mouth on my cock now.” My head was pulled back and Mistress leaned right over and kissed me deeply. Our tongues swirling for a moment before she pulled away and saw this guys cock down under his hanging gut. I almost laughe...

If you're a good girl you may be wondering what to get your Master this Christmas. especially if you don't have access to money or hobby items it can be hard but there's one thing you can give that will make Him happier than anything. it will even help you! your safewords. if you have them of course. write them on a slip of paper. wrap it if you can but you don't have to. come Christmas you offer it to Him. tell Him you no longer need them and you want Him to get rid of them. let Him decide how but if He asks for recommendations fire is always great there are a few simple reasons this is great. 1. your safewords give you freedom. freedom isn't good for girls in the long run. they encourage things like feminism privacy and independence. without your safewords you'll be free of that 2. your safewords limit Him. if He cares about them that is. safewords are something He worries about. something that gives you unnatural and improper power over Him. if you...

New stories are cumming soon!  If you have any specific requests for certain types of content just let me know and I'll see what I can do. Find me on Second Life (Potosi Abonwood) and drop me some lindens with your content request and it's much more likely to get written.

 I wasn't feeling very well as Mistress led me back into the door when we got back from the bar. She had me drinking mug full after mug full of piss from random men at the bar. Inviting them over to our table and they would whip their dicks out and fill it up. Then I was to drink it down as fast as I could. Must have drank down five or six mug fulls before she finally stopped. “Poor dear isn't feeling good,” Mistress purred into my ear from behind as she rubbed her hand over the back edge of my chastity belt. “I think she needs to get up stairs and into the shower and wait for me there.” “Yes Mistress.” I nodded and went upstairs. Stripping out of my clothes, happy to get that shirt off of me that stank like piss from when I would choke a bit. Kneeling down in the middle of our large shower and waiting for her, it would feel so good to get clean. “Oh and now I can have some real fun making you suffer.” Her voice sent a tingle down my spine, it wasn...

 “You silly little twit. Did you really think I was going to let you play with yourself today?” Mistress had a bit of malice in her voice as she walked around me. She had me beg her to remove my chastity belt so that I may masturbate and had me doing that for twenty minutes straight. Considering I've been in that belt for a month now and haven't came that entire time I was full on crying for to let me out of it for playtime. But she just wanted to see me crumble like I did. For the last thirty days the only time it came off was to clean myself or to defecate. Both times she would watch me intently making sure my fingers didn't stray and that there was no chance of me playing with myself. It was a punishment for my misdeeds. Hooking a finger through my collar ring she pulled me towards the loveseat and sat me down beside her. Cuddling me gently as I leaned against her she pulled out her phone and showed me the pictures once again. Me sucking a cock,...